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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 15
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That night.
Instead, in the depths of the temple, in the sanctuary, the saint's purification ceremony was held secretly. Also, the knights and escorts brought by her saint kept a close watch around the sanctuary.
âSaint, what happened to the holy things?â
The pope came to the sanctuary as soon as dawn came, and Princess Deborah pressed her temples with a tired face. It seemed that things were not going well.
âthat⊠saint lady. I'm not urging you at all, I'm just asking just in case, will you be able to finish the purification by the full moon this month?â
Soon, ahead of a large-scale monthly event, he asked while trying to hide her nervousness, and the princess pressed her lips together for a while with a face to say something, and then asked.
âLady⊠Do you have something to say?â
âHmm! no.â
I don't think it is?
I think you were just trying to get something out.
âSay anything at ease! God, I am completely on St. We will spare no effort to support you to the best of our ability.â
As she repeated it, her purple eyelashes trembled as if she was thinking deeply about something.
âthen⊠.â
The atmosphere was so serious that the Pope swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
âCan you help me with the Healing Stone?â
â!â
The pope's eyes quickly shook with agitation at the so unexpected request. Healing stones are mysterious stones imbued with divine power, and not many people even knew their existence.
'It is a mineral that only comes from mines within the Heleia Dominion, so you can't help but know it from the outside.'
Healing stones are monopolized by the temple, and the amount mined each year is so small that they are divided according to rank.
âThen why is the saint saying that she needs the healing stone?'
Healing stones are used by priests to amplify or restore their divine power.
However, the great divine power that the saint showed in the final battle with the devil last time was enough to affect Heleia far away from the capital. Even the sun would have exerted such an intense divinity, she had gone a whopping two times.
To be honest, asking a saint for a healing stone was no different from asking for a magic stone because the dragon ran out of mana.
'no way⊠Is there a problem with the divine power?'
Suddenly, I thought that it might have something to do with Princess Deborah's continued avoidance of the shrine's call. She might ask you to show her divinity here.
All sorts of conjectures made his head complicated, but the Pope replied that he knew for once.
âHow many healing stones do you need, Lady?â
âThe more the better, the shorter the cleanup time.â
The Pope, who was in awe of the highest healing stone he owned, recovered the healing stones of his disciple and handed it to her.
And the next day.
âI need more.â
The saint once again secretly requested a healing stone.
Finally, on the third day, the Pope had no choice but to take out the high-grade healing stone he had in his hand.
âThank you for keeping your promise to support us with anything. I must be excited too.â
As the saint said that, she couldn't even say that it would be difficult to apply any more because she used her darkened eyes as if contemplating.
'I don't think I'll use all of the divine power in the healing stone.'
That night, the Pope, who had gone to bed with some kind of heartburn, woke up in the middle of the night with a terrifying surprise.
Whoa uh huh!
Suddenly, it was because of the huge explosion that resounded outside the place.
âPope! Instead, an intruder appeared before!â
Soon, the pale priests rushed to the pope's residence.
âintruder!?â
Aww!
This time, the sound of something collapsing shook the earth. The whole building was on the verge of collapsing, so the Pope hurriedly evacuated after putting on his coat.
âThat... That person!â
The Pope was astonished. Not long ago, he was appointed by Priest Maurice, whom he had appointed as headmaster... !
âHow the hell did that evil thing break into the temple!? Although the Holy Knights are strictly monitoring, and checking the identity through holy water every time!â
Free was a special devil.
And Priest Maurice, wearing the devil's horns, was grabbed by the collar and beaten without a chance to breathe.
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At first, Isidor didn't like my flight to Hellia.
If the disquieting warlock forces remained, it was because he assumed that it was most likely in Hellia.
âThere seems to be a force in Heleia to incite the people.â
âWhat kind of agitation?â
âIt is said that the saint should consecrate not only the capital, but also Heleia. Heleia has a temple instead, and it is also the hometown of Saint Naila.â
âUmmmâŠâ
âIt looks plausible at first glance, but there are also corners that are overheated somewhere.â
âItâs daring to spread public opinion like that and encourage the people⊠.â
âyes. Maybe he's trying to figure out how to react.â
âWhy?â
âThis is my guess to the last, but an insider who knows that the color of the holy object has become cloudy, may not have assumed that the princess-samaâs condition was also not normal?â
â!â
âAlso, from my experience, the dark under the lamp is very well used by the Warlocks.â
âIt sounds like the temple is a typical blind spot.â
âyes. Because it is an autonomous territory, the Empire cannot send troops without a special reason.â
âHowever, in order to enter and exit the temple, you must be identified with holy water⊠â
âStill, there is nothing wrong with being a hundred times careful, so never leave my side.â
âyes.â
Still, I wondered if there were any crazy demons going in and out of the temple, but the words of the thought body were nothing more than confirming Isidore's guess and killing him.
- Always be mindful. That if there is light, there is shadow.
-After all, it seems that something suspicious has flowed into the temple.
The guy didn't contradict Isidor's words, and sent out a gentle wave as if arguing.
'It's as if the warlock infiltrated the temple and fed them all.'
So, as soon as I returned to the temple, I quickly hid the rosary that had been restored to its pure white state.
'Let's keep pretending there's a problem with the relic.'
So that the special remnant hiding in the shrine can feel this moment as an opportunity for genius Il-woo.
'Actually, there's a leak in my power, and I've lost my body in the meantime, so it's easier to deceive. '
Also, there are two reasons why I procrastinate on the excuse of cleansing ceremonies and keep asking the Pope for a Healing Stone.
First, in order to subtly reveal that my divine power status is not good.
'Perhaps the Pope is not trying to hide this fact.'
The temple had the duality of wanting to get along well with the saint, but wishing the saint's halo to be dimmed a little.
Every time a warlock or demon appears, he's been late to react, and he's been criticized for claiming to be a fake saint.
'Even donations have drastically decreased.â
As expected, instead of giving away my high-quality healing stones right away, the Pope retrieved the healing stones that men had for the purification ceremony.
'And the second.'
To make the hidden remnants nervous.
He was afraid that I might regain my power by acquiring the high-grade healing stone the Pope had, so I thought that something was going to come to 'here' to surprise me.
âIt was you. The name⊠Was it Maurice?â
As expected, late at night, a suspicious man appeared around this area.
Inside the sanctuary, in front of the secret door connected to the goddess statue.
'Actually, only the dolls I received from Michelle are placed in the sanctuary.'
Inside the sanctuary, the entrance leading to the large statue of the goddess looked like a sewer lid, so it was also a place where the guards I brought were not properly guarded.
'Actually, I didn't do it on purpose.'
However, short-range teleport scrolls with coordinates here were distributed to allies standing around the sanctuary. So that can run right away if I give you a signal.
âThis was once my hometown, did you think only you would know the entrance to the secret passage to the sanctuary?â
Morris, who was looking around with her characteristic smiling face, looked around, and as I approached her, her eyes were smiling and only her lips were grotesquely contorted.
âCome on, wait a minute. Why are you doing this all of a sudden? Lady!â
âYou, why are you wandering around here in the middle of the night? You are winning.â
âI just couldnât sleep, so I went for a walk⊠.â
âKids like you have to be just right to make up their minds.â
As I did with Miya, I grabbed his arm and infused it with divine power.
âAaaaaaaaaah!â
At that moment, even the corners of his smiling eyes were distorted like a devil, and as his skin melted, horns began to appear on his forehead.
âBecause itâs an intermediate level demon, it looks like it can withstand holy water.'
I was surprised in my heart.
This is because he was quite a giant.
âWow! How the hell do you know!?â
The devil asked, groaning in pain.
âIt was suspicious to split the threads from the beginning.â
According to Naila's memory, the devil who pretends to be a human was often over-smiling in order to be liked like this.
'They don't understand the complex emotions of human beings, so they just laugh and watch.'
But the day he came to escort me, even though my father was staring at me like a viper, I couldn't understand the atmosphere, and I was fussy.
'It's not like I'm sane.'
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alright⊠finally caught up on the side story
the last chapters feel like when i read the epilogue. everything is just suddenly so obvious and painfully unavoidable. also is it possible that hsy sent me for a guilt trip for being one of the readers that thought kim dokja not fully returning at the end was a valid ending? it had just made sense to me at the time even if it wasnât necessarily what i wanted but now itâs like ahaha sorry sooyoung⊠i donât actually want all my favorite characters to suffer
also how do i express my love for sooyoung as a character? sheâs so amazingly consistent throughout orv and the side story.
and lhh being 49 is killing me in the best way. while reading about lhh and hsy in the snowfield i was cheering so hard for him to come up with an original sentence to win and change the story. knowing that itâs 49 paving his own story after being denied that he was his own person in orv makes it so much deeper
#iâm freaking out so much#also crying#i pulled a kdj and was reading the last 15 chapters during a party#orv#omniscient readerâs viewpoint#orv side story#lee hakhyun#han sooyoung
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The mirror quickly reflects my face:
Black hair, brown eyes, deep facial features, hard linesâŠ
Damn, when did I become so handsome? I canât believe that Iâm the one in the mirror!
Wow, so modest đ€
Well, I can't blame you. You're a handsome man ;))
#vertigone rambles#lotm#lord of the mysteries#binging lotm#lotm spoilers#lotm side stories#chapter 1417#in modern days 15
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okay I feel like something must have gotten chopped short here because that was ended off completely pro forma. Really good art, mediocre story.
#helio.txt#maybe the side stories are good?#I'm really fond of yuna though#and da-hye in the first half was fantastic#until she was completely cut off for 15 chapters straight#when they should've been weaving in all that exposition she dumped at the end#into the middle of the story#crush of the decade
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struck by the sudden urge to make a stupid meme edit......... but i gotta finish my game first
#stomping my feet bc the dumb game I wasn't sure I was even gonna like has now made me cry twice đ€#on chapter 15/17 tho & kinda just ignoring all side quests for the story at this point so#think I'm actually gonna finish tonight. I don't think I'll be able to sleep until I do anyway I'm too invested adjgksh#and THEN dumb oc meme edit time lmfhajfks#ââ Ë â° â° ooc âź donât @ me.
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NO IDEA â l.dh
pairing: loser!donghyuck x fem!reader
no idea synopsis: a story where both you and lee donghyuck seem to get what you want. he's the perfect pawn in making your ex-boyfriend jealous and the smarty pants tutor helping you pass your math class. donghyuck has it easy too, he's finally able to seek out and experience the world of dating through you, his long-devoted crush and surprisingly enthusiastic tutoring student. but then again, when meaningless tutoring sessions soon evolve into reciprocated feelings, is it really that easy?
genre: college au, nonidol au, fake dating au, social media au (includes written chapters), classmates to friends to lovers, he's a nerd & she's a popular cheerleader (you see where this is going), he fell first but she fell harder trope, kinda based off to all the boys i've loved before, fluff, crack/humor, angst, one-sided pining that turns into mutual pining
warnings: explicit language, unrealistic college partying, talks about family issues (this does NOT reflect any of the idol's families!), yuqi has an ex gf, some alcohol consumption, kys and sexual humor, bullying, hyuck and his buds are mistreated âčïž, hyunjin is a bad bf!!!, cheesy af, unrequited love, bad insults that sound like they're from the 2000s, HELLA miscommunication
no idea playlist: btr's no idea, taylor swift's you belong with me, the vamps + demi lovato's somebody to you, james arthur's can i be him, ariana grande's daydreamin, fitz & the tantrums' out of my league, shawn mendes' treat you better, bruno mars' just the way you are, lonely god's marlboro nights, the 1975's i'm in love with you, sam smith's like i can, arctic monkeys' wanna be yours
author's note: FIRST HYUCK SMAUU! how we feeling đ i needed to get this idea out of my system! plus, i love this type of trope, and haechan just fits the nerdy role đ I HAD TO! but happy reading :D <3
comment if you wish to be tagged for the story's updates!
profiles: "ncu freaks" + jeno đ€ | gal pals & two men
intro. #manifestationiskey đ©·
ep 1. but a FAILING?
ep 2. i guess i'm her tutor
ep 3. WHY IS HE ATTRACTIVE
ep 4. COUGH y/n bag him COUGH
ep 5. i know i can treat youuu bettterr
ep 6. YNHYUCK PLOT IS FINALLY SAILING!
ep 7. bro texts with his đŻđ»đźđȘđŽđ đȘđ”đčđ±đȘ mode on đșđ
ep 8. bro fumbled HARD đ€Šââïž
ep 9. LET THE BOY LIVE!! HES IN LOVE!!
ep 10. THE HARD LAUNCH GOES CRAZY
ep 11. lemme guess, fake boyfriend responsibilities? (written)
ep 12. jeno got me up... plotting
ep 13. AMAZING fake boyfriend
ep 14.
ep 15.
ep 16.
ep 17.
ep 18.
more to come. . .!
started: 09/06/24 finished:
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CIRCUS || ATEEZ ot8 || masterlist
genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ateez ot8 x reader warning(s) -> abuse, eating disorder, mentions of mental / physical health, cursing, smut, explicit language / scenes, etc.
abstract -> forced to adopt a hybrid becomes harder than the reader anticipated. in which she'll encounter eight troubled and challenging hybrids to take care of. will she be able to handle it?
-> uploading will start on december 04. 2023
-> taglist closed !!
saving a panther and a fox chapter 00. -> adoption center chapter 01. -> rehabilitation chapter 02. -> hybrid activist side story -> admiration side story -> mine ( 18+ ) side story -> abandoned side story -> pervert ( 18+ ) side story -> our pet ( 18+ )
saving a doberman chapter 03. -> drunk amnesia chapter 04. -> my angel side story -> learning side story -> corruption ( 18+ ) side story -> competition ( 18+) side story -> triggers
saving two tigers chapter 05. -> infiltration chapter 06. -> interviews chapter 07. -> crime scene chapter 08. -> black codes chapter 09. -> adapting to five hybrids side story -> protagisnist side story -> pampered side story -> frustration ( 18+ ) side story -> bet ( 18+) side story -> matz show ( 18+ ) side story -> treatment side story -> five hybrids
saving a wolf and a golden retriver chapter 10. -> trapping thieves chapter 11. -> fostering chapter 12. -> week of hell side story -> therapy side story -> insatiable ( 18+ ) chapter 13. -> case closed chapter 14. -> beef or chicken side story -> outlier side story -> wet dreams ( 18+ ) side story -> kink unlocked ( 18+ ) side story -> switching roomates side story -> triggers prt.2
saving a bear chapter 15. -> reunions chapter 16. -> repaying debts side story -> maknae side story -> apples ( 18+ ) side story -> dynamics chapter 17. -> eight hybrids chapter 18. -> finale
BACKGROUND INFORMATION / ANON QUESTIONS / EXTRAS How human are hybrids in Circus? Do hybrids have two sets of ears ? How does the world work in Circus ? How does the world work in Circus ? Prt. II
HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
NON-CANON ANON QUESTIONS YeoWooSan's children
if you would like to be on the taglist please send an ask or comment under this post. If you message me there might be a chance I don't see if and if you ask on another post such as in one of the chapters it'll be hard to keep up with.
the taglist is closed im no longer taking any more tag requests, the tags are also gonna only be on the chapters to make updating the masterlist easier for me but those who are tagged don't worry
please don't be a silent reader !! reblog, comment, and like <3
#ateez#ateez x female reader#ateez circus#ateez x reader#ateez smut#ateez seonghwa#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa smut#ateez hongjoong#hongjoong x reader#hongjoong smut#ateez yunho#yunho x reader#yunho smut#ateez yeosang#yeosang x reader#yeosang smut#ateez san#san x reader#san smut#ateez wooyoung#wooyoung x reader#wooyoung smut#ateez mingi#mingi x reader#mingi smut#ateez jongho#jongho x reader#jongho smut
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TWIN RUNES MASTERPOST
Because of the limited amount of links you can put into a post, you can find the links to each page in these sub-posts:
To be continued...
FAQ under the cut!
TWIN RUNES MINI COMICS
Glasses - Frisk Dance - But nobody came - An acquired taste -Smalltalk - All You Can Eat - Page 75 EXTRA -
AFTER RUNES:
Not-To-Do-List - Beach Episode - Salute the Frick - Morning Routine - The Universe is a Hologram - Trick as a Treat - Taste the Painbow - Dungeon Doofus
PRE-RUNES:
Fallen down - First steps - Press [C] - Eye opening - Whatstheirface - Acid reflux - Connection issues - Normal Human Behavior
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TWIN RUNES - FAQ
What exactly is this AU about? Twin Runes is essentially a comedic crossover AU between the universes of Deltarune and Undertale. No fancy nicnacs. Just the characters being their chaotic selves. But there might be some darkness lurking up ahead... ____________________
When is the next comic? The comic updates most Sundays at 6:30 PM Central European Time. ____________________
Why is this AU called Twin Runes? The name is more or less a play on the typical naming format of most AU's by featuring the "Runes" part. There are no literal Twin Runes. The whole name is more of a stand in for Undertale and Deltarune as parallel worlds. Hence the "Twin" part. ____________________
When does Twin Runes take place? This AU takes place between a hypothetical Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 of Deltarune. On the Undertale side of things, it takes place post neutral route just as Frisk was about to deliver Undyne's letter to Alphys.
How many pages are there going to be? The script for this comic estimates that the comic is going to be 137 pages long (if I don't make any major changes). ____________________
Is the Player a thing in this AU? The Player(s) lost control over both human children as soon as Frisk entered the world of Deltarune. Essentially, the reader takes the role of the Player. You have no influence on the outcome of the story anymore. All you can do is watch. Both Kris and Frisk refer to the Player as "It" and "the THING". ____________________
Is there going to be a Weird Route? Due to the lack of Player, all choices made by Kris are now their own. How to engage in battle all depends on Kris, and not the Player. Because of that, there are NO DIFFERENT ROUTES. There is only one route and that one is based on Kris' choices. Because of the lack of save points, there is no "what-if" scenario. ____________________
When Chapter 3 and 4 are released, will it affect the story? Any chapters after Chapter 3 won't affect the story in the grand scheme of things. Twin Runes created a new timeline so to speak. ____________________
How old are the characters in this story? Frisk appears to be around 9 years old. Kris thinks they're 14. (Both Frisk and Kris don't know their actual age.) Chara died when they were around 10-11. Susie is around 15-16 (she was held back once) Ralsei appears to be the same age as Kris. ____________________
What's up with Kris' and Frisk's hair? The red bits of their hair is more or less a representation of their souls. That in turn is also why Chara doesn't have that feature. They are soulless. It's a stylistic choice. ____________________
What's that thing on Kris' chest? It's a scar they got from tearing out their soul.
And why do they have weird lines all over their body? Both Kris and Frisk's anatomy resemble that of ball-jointed dolls. They appear just as markings across their bodies. Think of them as elaborate birthmarks. Kris and Frisk are still made of flesh and blood, but are in fact hypermobile. The reason as to why they do is still a little secret :) People here like to refer to these markings as "puppet limbs". You can get a better look at them and the scar in this artwork
Why does Kris have braces? This is why:
Why is Dark World Frisk green? Frisk changes their main sweater colors with Kris when they enter the Dark World.
Can other ghosts see Chara? (pre Darkner transformation) No, only Frisk and Kris are able to see Chara. ____________________
IS KRIS NOW FRISK'S COUNTERPART OR CHARA'S???? :) ____________________
So, was Chara in the locket all along? No, Chara possessed the locket to become a Darkner. ____________________
Where are Jevil and Spamton? Are they in Castle Town? The Fun Gang have already fought these two in the previous chapters and added them into their inventory. Outside of that little dream sequence, neither will be making an appearance. ____________________
Is anyone from Undertale Yellow gonna make an apperance? Outside of a tiny cameo from Clover (that has no greater bearing on the story) no one from Undertale Yellow is going to make an appearance. ____________________
Is (insert character here) gonna go to the Dark World/underground? With the way the story is going to play out, only the main group will be heading to this new Dark World. The rest of the story will be taking place there. ____________________
How did you come up with the idea of Twin Runes? Twin Runes is an offshoot of a separate script I wrote. It's a similar concept but turned on its head. The funny moments in that script made me just continue what now is the start of Twin Runes. I pretty much just wanted to see if I am actually capable of drawing a comic to begin with. So... in a way Twin Runes is my first attempt at a comic ever. If I ever finish Twin Runes, then I know I can tackle turning that mammoth project of a script into a comic too. In the grand scheme of things these two projects are sister series. They have A LOT in common and even share similar plot elements. When Twin Runes is over you will automatically also know certain mysteries of The Other Script. ____________________
What is The Other Script? As of this moment I call The Other Script: "Lost in the In-Between". At its core it's an inverse of Twin Runes. I.e. Kris falling into the underground and being aided by Frisk on their quest to return home. The story and jokes are a considerably more grounded than in Twin Runes and so are the characters. Though they do have their moments from time to time. The overall mood of that script is a lot darker in nature and it's a 200+ page passion project of mine. ____________________
Am I allowed to make fanart? ABSOLUTELY! You are very welcome to make fanart if you feel like it. Please let me know if you do by tagging me, so I can share it with everyone to see so that you get the appreciation you deserve :) ____________________ Can I use the funny faces you draw for memes or for stuff like memes or for profile pictures? That's what they're here for :) ____________________
Is there x ship in this comic? The focus of the story is not on shipping. If it's in the game it will very likely be mentioned or brought up, but that's about it. ____________________
What pronouns do you go with for the human children? I try to stick as close as possible to the games so I use THEY/THEM FOR ALL OF THEM WITHOUT ANY EXCEPTIONS.
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ABOUT ASKS
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Try not to submit multiple asks. If necessary, just keep everything in one post.
Keep in mind that I receive AL LOT of asks, so not every question can be answered...
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Before leaving an ask (mostly for everyone who's new), please make sure to read the FAQ section above. A lot of times your question might have been answered already :>
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It probably goes without saying, but please stay civil. I want to give everyone the respect they deserve, and naturally like to be treated the same way.
Please be mindful about drawing requests. It is understandable if you're eager to see a certain character drawn in my style, but I do not like to be bombarded by requests. The more it happens, the less likely I am to do it. Be kind and ask nicely.
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Please do not ask me to put your characters into the story. Like I said, the script is already finished and I'm quite happy with it. Your characters are in better hands with yourself and your own stories. Please have respect for mine.
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It is meant for those who do not want to submit their fanart to their own blogs, in case they feel scared or intimidated to do so.
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Please wait until the ask box opens. You can read more on how asks work in the section above.
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REFERENCE SHEETS
The following are ref sheets of characters that don't have established Dark World forms yet (as of writing this comic). The list will be updated as soon as a new character enters the Dark World. Here you will also find references of characters that might appear as surprise cameos, or maybe even completely new faces...
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LOVE ON THE COURT
SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier
PAIRINGS | basketball player! jaemin x fem! basketball player
GENRE | (one sided) enemies to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers, college au, kinda forced proximity
WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, probably some kys jokes along the way, more tba!
NOTES | slow updates (usually once every 2-3 days)
STATUS | ongoing [started: 12/07/24]
PROFILES [1] â [2]
MAIN STORY
00â pretty privilege [prologue]
01â choke me
02â poor soul
03â affirmations & apologies
04âsorry, kys
05â rumour has it
06âthe plan
07 â taehyun from 3rd grade?
08 â bitchless and broke
09 â enemies to what??
10 â a sticky situation
11 â dinner date?
12 âbirthday party
13 â the ningstinct
14 â pretty boy jeongie
15 â win her back
16 â loverboy #1 & #2
17 â steal your girl
18 â jeno's boyfriend
19 â deranged and in denial
20 â ...with benefits?
21 â homie hopping??
22 â ass backwards
23 â sugar daddy sim
24 â freaky flirting
25 â withdrawal
26 â princess jaem
27 âwe dig the grave tonight
28 â thug it out
29 â not again
30 â the phonics of psychology
31 â betrayal.
32 â art thou shakespeare
33 â ...
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Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika
Summary: You're the winner of the First Quarter Quell and you awaken in the hospital to Head Gamemaker Coriolanus Snow at your bedside.
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is his own warning! Possessive!Coriolanus, Obsessive!Coriolanus, DelusionalCoriolanus, Dark!Coriolanus, Soft Dark!Coriolanus?, Head Gamemaker!Coriolanus, Mentions of death, Mentions of planning murder, Mentions of cheating/infidelity (not on reader), Mentions of poison, Large age gap/difference (Coriolanus is 33 while reader is 18), Manipulation, um...trying to think of anything else.
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Chapter 1:
When the Head Gamemakerâs baritone blared out overhead, naming you the victor of the First Quarter Quell, you literally collapsed into a heap on the blood soaked ground from a mix of exhaustion and happiness. Your eyelids drooped and the last thing you saw before you passed out was a pair of peacekeepers coming towards you.
When you woke up, you were in a sterile white room. A hospital room. You had drips and IVs connected to you along with some monitor that made beeping noises. Blinking to readjust your eyes to the brightness of the artificial light, you surveyed the room only to notice that sitting in a chair right next to your bed was none other then the head gamemaker himself. Coriolanus Snow.
âWhat are you doing here, Head Gamemaker Snow?â You curiously asked. Surely he had better things to do then be at your bedside. Like being home with his wife. Oh and you knew he was married because 1.) He was wearing a gold band on his ring finger and 2.) You've seen a dirty blonde woman his age on his arm in a few pictures of Victor's balls and such in the cheap Capitol rag mags that get circulated around District 12 to be used as tp by the poor and destitute.Â
Staring you down with his icy blue eyes, he said, âI'm making sure that District 12âs first victor in 15 years survives.â
His words made a shiver run up your spine. It was common knowledge that District 12âs first and only victor (until now) had mysteriously vanished into thin air a few months after winning her games and returning home. Nobody dared talk about her. Her name was lost to the wind; she was a ghost that nobody paid any mind too. The fact that the head gamemaker wanted to make sure that you didn't die unnerved you.Â
Surely you weren't in that bad of shape, were you? Swallowing a lump in your dry throat, you croaked out, âHow bad of shape am I in, Head Gamemaker Snow?â
âPlease, darling, call me Coriolanus or Coryo, if you'd like.â The platinum blonde, who looked a bit sleep deprived in his wrinkled button up (as if he'd slept in it) told you. âI insist.â He smiled.Â
Him calling you darling and insisting that you call him Coriolanus or Coryo made your insides churn. It wasn't right. Why would he be so informal with you. He was the head gamemaker, a 33-year-old man from the Capitol, and you were just a victor, an 18-year-old girl from District 12. You two shouldn't be informal with each other.
âOh, where are my manners? You must be thirsty. Let me get you some water.â Corio- no Head Gamemaker Snow lightly chastised himself while rising from his chair.
Crossing the room to a counter where a tray with a pitcher and glass were, he explained, âWhen the peacekeepers pulled you out of the arena you had collapsed from dehydration.â Pouring you a glass of water, he further explained, âYour vitals were very low and, in fact, you died once on your way here, but the medics brought you back.â
âWhat the hell? I died?...â You gasped, struggling to comprehend what you just heard.Â
Head Gamemaker Snow appeared by your side and placed the water glass into your hand. A hand much smaller and weaker than his large calloused one. âYea, but you were revived.â Sitting on the edge of your bed, causing it to dip, he motioned for you to drink. âI must have my Victor alive and well, so that's why I've been keeping watch over you, Y/N.â
His words should've made you see a red flag waving in the air, but it didn't. Maybe you were too young and naive to catch onto the true meaning of his words. Maybe they went right over your head because you were still weak, or maybe since you had a stalker back in 12 that you had convinced yourself was just a weird neighbor boy you didn't realize the true possessive meaning of Coriolanusâ words.
âAre you going to stay here now that I'm awake or?...â
âUnfortunately, I have to leave you here and go home.â He pouted. What the hell, he actually pouted? You had to admit that his plush lips looked very kissable when he pouted. Petting your hair, he gave you a reassuring smile. âDon't worry, darling, I've made sure that you'll be well taken care of by the best nurses that money can buy in the Capitol.â
What he didn't tell you was that he threatened the lives of the nursing staffâs loved ones if you so much as had a hair out of place. That was something you didn't need to know. Just like you didn't need to know that when he first laid eyes on you, in your best cotton floral dress; your hair pulled back with a ribbon for Reaping Day, he found you the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on and just had to claim you as his. Reason why, as the head gamemaker, he might or might not have screwed around with other tributesâ sponsor gifts and made sure you got a few things here and there that would ensure your survival. You had an innocence to you that he had the primal urge to consume. An innocence that was absent in the Capitol. An innocence and a beauty that he carved to have all to himself.
You just being you consumed him with a passionate obsession. One that he would act on soon. Very, very soon. He just needed to take care of his wife, Livia, so that he'd be free to make you his forever. But that wouldn't be hard, considering he was a master at making people drop dead from sudden food poisoning.Â
Pressing a kiss to your hair, Corio- no Head Gamemaker Snow, promised, âI'll be back in the morning to check up on you before I'm needed at the Citadel.â
âYou have to wrap up the game stuff don't you, Head Gamemaker Snow?â You asked, even though you were sure he'd say yes. In fact you didn't even know why you asked that. Maybe as a replacement for goodbye since you hated that word.Â
Last time you said goodbye to somebody it was your mother and she took off with some officer, leaving you with your older half-brother Rein to take care of you both. He was 15 at the time and you were 5. Safe to say, you never used the word goodbye again in your life.Â
âI told you, call me Coriolanus or Coryo.â He reminded you, not liking that you were still calling him by his title. âYes, my darling rose, I must make sure that all the paperwork is in proper order for your prize money and the construction of your house in Victor's Village.â The platinum blonde man, who you just noticed has bags under his eyes, tiredly told you before pressing another kiss to your hair. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he said, âYou need to be a good girl and rest for me.â
You blinked at him. What? Be a good girl? And rest for him? Say what? Your brain was short circuiting at his words. Not just his words, but the way his baritone was both dominant and soft as he spoke them.
Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he simply said, âWe'll talk more tomorrow. I promise.â
âOkay.â You nodded numbly, unable to comprehend what the hell was happening. You went like your head was spinning, as if you had too much moonshine. Hell, what had your time in the arena done to you?
Coriolanus gave you a pleased smile before rising from his spot on your bed and walking out of your room; making sure to close the door behind him. It was only after he was gone that you realized you were in a private room.
Coriolanus was fucking exhausted when he got home. He could barely keep his eyes open as he stepped out of his black sedan. After you were admitted to the hospital, he dismissed his driver and drove himself there. He didn't want the man to be waiting around on him while he stayed steadfast at your bedside, plus he was more than capable of driving himself home once he saw you open your beautiful eyes. What he wasn't expecting was for you to be asleep for over 24-hours.Â
So, sleep deprived, Coriolanus walked into the townhouse he shared with his wife, Livia. The townhouse was a gift he received from Strabo and Ma Plinth once he announced his engagement, but he planned on putting it up on the market once he took care of Livia. He didn't want to bring you to this house that held nothing but hatred and misery in it.
No, he was going to bring you to his penthouse on the Corso. Now that's a proper place for you to live with him. In fact, he'd be telling you about your new residence tomorrow morning during your visit. Oh, he was so excited to tell you that you'd be staying in the Capitol with him. Of course, he'd use the excuse that since District 12 doesn't have a Victorâs Village and it must be constructed that he's arranged for you to use his Corso penthouse during the construction period.
It was a great plan. One that was foolproof. He just knew that you, being so young and innocent, would view his offer as one of help instead of one of ownership. Or, dare he say, love? Yes, love. He was sure that he was obsessively in love with you. It was a feeling he swore to never feel again, but yet again one just can't help who they fall in love with.
He always thought that marrying for hate instead of love or even tolerability would give him power, but truthfully all it gave him was a headache and a bad case of blueballs. Livia was a heinous bitch and was a cold fish in bed. She didn't like to fuck. What the fuck? Who doesn't like to fuck? Coriolanus thought that was absurd, unnatural even.
That's why he had to have affairs here and there; then turn the whores into avoxes to keep their mouths shut when he was done with them. What? He was a man after all and had needs. Needs that he knew you'd fulfill without any problems. With you he'd be faithful because you'd be his mind, body, and soul and would do anything for his love since you were so young. All he had to do was show you how in love *cough* obsessed *cough* he was with you and you'd be his forever.
Unknown to Coriolanus, the object of his marital hatred (Livia) was having an ongoing affair with one of the male avoxes in their household. An avox that had once been an equal of theirs in the Academy and the University, but crossed Snow the wrong way with a question about the songbird from 12.Â
Coriolanus wasn't even to the stairs yet when he heard Liviaâs screeching coming from the front sitting room. GreatâŠseems like the bitch was waiting up for him.Â
âCoriolanus, where have you been? The games ended and you never came home!â Livia demanded in a high pitch scream as her fuzzy heeled skippers clicked loudly against the hardwood floor as she ran out of the sitting room and into the main hall.
âDon't worry about where I was, Livia.â Coriolanus venomously gritted out as he made his way to the staircase.
âYou're my husband, Coriolanus. I'm supposed to worry about where you've been.â Livia shrieked while following her husband.Â
âI'm your husband when I don't come home, but when I'm home we have separate bedrooms and you come up with every excuse under the sun not to fuck me.â Coriolanus spat back as he tiredly trudged upstairs, feeling a migraine coming on from his wife's nagging. Oh, how he needed to poison that bitch yesterday.
âYour tastes in bed are not the same as mine, husband.â Livia said, placing special emphasis on the word husband, while following him upstairs. âYou're too harsh for my taste, but that doesn't mean you can stay out for days on end with some whore.âÂ
All Coriolanus could see was red, like a raging bull, after hearing her remark. How dare she insult his prowess in bed? He knew how to fuck a woman and how to fuck her good; he never had any complaints either until he tied the knot with Livia. Damn bitch, won't fuck him and then insults his ability to fuck. Oh, yes, it was time for her to go.Â
She outlived her usefulness. Livia couldn't give him the one thing he most desperately needed. An heir. What use did Coriolanus have for a woman that refuses to have his child? After a decade of hell with his wife, he was ready to cut his losses. He had control of her family's bank and the Plinths fortune, plus his status as Head Gamemaker and Senator along with his position on the War Council was more then enough to make him a successful candidate for president once the elder President Ravenstill kicked the bucket. He didn't need her for an heir anymore, not when he had you (you were young and fertile enough to give him litters of heirs).
Oh, Coriolanus knew exactly how to make up for never coming home after the games ended with Livia. Oh, yes, he did.Â
âThe victor, Y/N, from 12 was in bad shape and I had extra paperwork to do.â He smoothly lied to his dirty blonde wife as he set foot onto the second floor of his townhouse. Turning to look at her, he gave her a fake smile full of fake sympathy and offered, âHow about I take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner? The one that has that red wine you can't get enough of.â
âYes, I accept your apology and dinner invitation. Just don't do this to me again, Coriolanus. We might hate each other, but I'm still your wife and deserve respect.â Livia told Coriolanus before taking off to her room, her robe billowing behind her.
Coriolanus smiled wickedly as he retired to his room. Oh, after tomorrow night he'd never have to deal with Livia ever again. He'd be free to have you all to himself, forever and always.
You were walking in the plains, tall prairie grass blowing in the wind. The deeper you walked in it, the more dread you felt. You couldn't describe the feeling, but you just knew that something was wrong. Then, suddenly, you heard a crunching sound behind you. Turning around, you saw the last tribute, a girl from 2, with a knife in her hand running towards you.Â
You were exhausted and thirsty. The water you had been gifted from a sponsor had run out nearly a day ago, so you were feeling the effects of dehydration. You didn't know if you either didn't have a lot of sponsors or weren't getting any more water bottles because a water source was nearby somewhere, but you did know that it sucked you were dying of thirst.
But your thirst didn't matter now. Surviving the girl from District 2 did and you knew you wouldn't be able to fight her in the tall grasses. So you ran. You ran as hard and fast as your lightheaded feet would carry you.
It didn't take long until you were out of the tall grasses and on a barren field of cracked soil. You had a small pocket knife that was gifted to you, something you were sure cost a hefty penny since sponsor weapons were always pricey according to Lucky Flickermanâs game commentary.
Flipping the switchblade open, you turned around and headed straight towards the girl that had tripped and fell at the edge of the plains grasses and the dry bed of field soil. Lifting up your knife, you made to plunge it into her, only for her to look up at you with a sinister smirk and plunge her knife right into your neck.
Your eyes flew open as you screamed bloody murder. You died! You had died in your nightmare instead of being victorious. That nightmare shook you to your core. It frightened you so much that you screamed yourself hoarse, until your vocal cords were stripped. You were so frightened that you huddled in the corner of your room in a fetal position.
Nurses and other hospital staff tried to tend to you; get you out of the corner, but you just struggled and fought with them. You couldn't let them near you. What if they wanted to kill you? What if they hurt you? Your dream had shaken you up so bad that you weren't quite with it yet. You weren't in reality, you were stuck in your own head and afraid that somebody or something was going to get you. You were scared out of your wits. You were so scared that you cried. You weren't aware that you were crying, but the tear stains marred your hollowed cheeks like scars.
Coriolanus had only been asleep for an hour or so whenever he was awakened by a call from Capitol General Hospital. What the charge nurse told him made his heart clutch painfully. His victor, his darling rose, woke up terrified out of her mind and curled herself into a corner, screaming and crying her head off.
âShe's having a nightmare about her time in the arena. Aren't you giving her anything to calm her down?â Coriolanus asked the nurse he was on the phone with as he sat up in bed, flipping on his bedside lamp to softly illuminate his pitch black room in a golden glow of light.
âShe won't let anyone near her and you did say to call you with any updates on her condition, sir â The nurse hesitantly told him.
âIâll be right there to sign her out since your hospital staff are incompetent and can't properly take care of a victor.â He told the nurse before hanging up on her.
It only took a few minutes for Coriolanus to dress and rush to the hospital. Despite being exhausted, you needed him and he wasn't going to let you down. You were his and he was going to take good care of you. He always took good care of his things. He did like his things to be perfect and if they weren't then he'd make sure that his favorite things were mended until they were perfect. You were his and he'd make sure that he made you perfect once more. Perfect for him, to be by his side as not just his Victor, but as his First Lady. His darling rose.
Dressed simply in a fitted white shirt and black pants, Coriolanus ran up the stairs to your floor and rushed into your room. The site of you curled up, tear tracks staining your cheeks, wide-eyed and afraid pulled at what little heartstrings were in his too small blackened heart. You looked like a wounded animal and he hates it. You were his victor, his darling rose, his future First Lady and he wanted you to recover your senses so that you could regain your strength; be all that he knew you were to him.
He slowly approached you with his hands out in a show of peace. âIt's me, my darling rose. It's Coryo.â Coriolanus softy told you in an attempt to let him near you.
Your eyes blinked at hearing his nickname and for some reason you nodded at him. As he crouched down next to you, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder, you clutched the middle of his pristine white shit and sobbed, âI died, Coryo. I dreamed that I died instead of her.â
Your words gutted him. A world without you was no world at all. Wrapping his arms around you: letting you bury your head in his chest, he strokes your hair while offering you the comforting words of, âOh, my darling, you're alive. You're alive and I won't let anything bad ever happen to you again, Y/N.â You shook in his arms, causing him to simply ask, âYou hear me, my darling rose?â
âMhmâŠâ You mumbled out, too afraid to talk for fear that you'd start crying again.Â
âShhâŠâ Coriolanus shushed you like one would do a small, frightened child. âI'm here. Your Coryoâs here and you're safe. You'll always be safe with me, darling.â
If you were of sound mind instead of scared out of it (from the horrors he designed and put into the damn games) you would've ran far far away from Coriolanus. But, sadly, you were too scared and on the verge of a mental breakdown to understand how twisted the man holding you really was. How obsessessive he was; how wrong letting him hold you was. No, you were too afraid to realize that you were letting the creator of your nightmares comfort you.
Once your sobs subsided and you quieted down, Coriolanus pulled back from you so that he could tilt your chin up in order to have your eyes on his. âI was going to wait til morning to tell you this, but youâll be staying in a luxurious penthouse while the Victorâs Village is constructed in your district.â
You nodded, only to squeakily ask, âHow long am I staying here?â
âOh, just long enough to build your victor's house. I suppose it'll be done by time your victory tour rolls around; maybe even sooner.â He smoothly lied. He had no intentions whatsoever to let you go back to District 12. You deserved more then the mud and poverty stained streets of the coal district. You deserved to be bathed in rose scented oils and salts, dressed in the finest fashions, fed the best foods, and fucked on the best silk sheets that his money could buy.Â
âOkay.â You nodded, naively believing the lies of the head gamemaker.Â
âHow about we get you out of here and over to the penthouse? Hmm? I'll even call Tigris to come over and spend the day with you, how'd you like that?â
âI like Tigris. Sheâs nice and was my stylist. Always talked to me like she cared.â
Coriolanus knew that his cousin was your stylist. He's the one that assigned her to you after all. But neither you nor her needed to know that. NoâŠ. It wasn't important. What was important was that you two got along, especially since in a short while you'll be family.
âTigris is my cousin; I'm glad to hear that you like her.â Coriolanus told you while helping you to stand up. âAnd she does care about you, Y/N.â He told you while leading you over to your bed. âNever forget that the Snows care about you. And that snow lands on top.â He whispered into your ear while helping you sit on your bed.Â
You just blinked at him, trying to process what he meant. You were so tired and mentally weak from your nightmare that you had no idea that his remark was one of possession. Your throat hurts from all the crying and screaming that you did, so you weren't thinking straight. Infact, your throat hurts so much that you grab the glass of water from your bedside table, quickly gulping it down.
âBe careful, you don't want to make yourself sick.â Coriolanus warned, much like a parent would to a child, while snatching the glass away from you.
âMy throatâs dry and hurts. I need water.â You said in a pained whisper, side eying the glass in Coriolanusâ hand.
âYes, well, that tends to happen when you scream and cry yourself hoarse.â He stated a bit coldly before lifting the glass to your lips and ordering, âBe a good girl and take small sips for me.â
You obeyed since your throat was aching. The small sips of the cool water seemed to soothe your damaged throat just enough to keep your mind off the pain. When Coriolanus felt you had enough to drink, he put the glass down on your side table.Â
Petting your hair, he said, âI need to go sign you out at the front desk, but I'll be back soon to take you with me to the penthouse. Where you'll be safe.â
âThank you.â You weakly smiled at the man that was now both your salvation and your damnation.
If only you knew what life awaited for you at that penthouse. Would you still be thanking him if you did?
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Tomarrymort Recs by aethon đ
Hi! Thank you for your interest in this blog đ€ This is a rec blog focused exclusively on Tomarrymort recs.
If you're looking for Tomarrymort rec lists, keep reading! I will keep this master list of links updated as I post more rec lists to this blog.
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âą Please mind all tags and warnings on AO3 before reading (including CCNTW, explanation here). I strive to include a balance of themes and a diverse range of fic genres and ratings in my rec lists, so you'll come across lighter fare such as fluff and crack fics, along with fics that may cover darker themes. âą Recs are always listed in alphabetical order by title. âą Because I'm reccing Tomarrymort ship fics (all ratings from G through E) rather than gen fics, I aim to find fics where both characters in the ship are a meaningful part of the story; there isn't significant focus dedicated to side ships for Harry or Tom before getting to the endgame ship; and the Tomarrymort ship is central to the story. âą Finally, this blog is not a fic-finding blog, but please visit our friends at @findingtomarrymort if you're having trouble locating a specific fic!
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Tomarrymort Recs Master List
I. Longfic Recs
(coming soon) Part 0 â Longfic Master List (56 fics) Part 1 â Tomarrymort Beginner Pack (10 fics) Part 2 â Intermediate Pack (16 fics) Part 3 â Advanced Pack (12 fics) Part 4 â 2024 Longfic Update Pack (8 fics)
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Harry-Raises-Tom Riddle recs (14 fics) Voldemort-Raises-Harry recs (13 fics) Fem Tomarrymort (F/F) recs (15 fics) Part 1 â Dead Dove Tomarrymort recs â Non-Con/Dub-Con (30 fics) Part 2 â Dead Dove Tomarrymort recs â Incest / Chan (25 fics) Part 3 â Dead Dove Tomarrymort recs â Necrophilia (11 fics) Tomarrymort Recs by Horcrux (22 fics) Tomarrymort Recs with Hemipenes (25 fics)
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About You Series Masterlist
Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader
Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.
Part 01:
Two strangers that seems to be drawn with each other aka the humble beginnings of Y/N Webber and Sebastian Vettel.
Part 02:
Its the first year that Sebastian moved to Red Bull, what could go wrong?
Part 03:
The one where Jenson Button is a shit stirrer.
Part 04:
Tensions on track and tensions off track are escalating one by one. Which one of them would be the first to crack?
Part 05:
It is clear that the Red Bull garage is picking a side between the two drivers but everyone's wondering what Y/N is up to.
Part 06:
Sebastian Vettel's first championships and a series of events that happened before that.
Part 07:
Mick and Jenson is ready to protect her all the time but Sebastian is willing to commit war crimes on track for her.
Part 08:
A turbulent family relationship that causes Sebastian to keep his feelings hidden (for the mean time).
Part 09:
A little perspective about the thoughts of other people when it comes to their slowburn relationship.
Part 10:
its been a long time coming. lets enjoy the calm before the storm.
Part 10.5
The storm has arrived in the form of Multi21
Part 11:
Sometimes we make mistakes and we can say sorry. Most of the times, mistakes cannot simply be corrected by an apology.
Part 12:
selfless decisions and selfish decisions makes everything peaceful or complicated?
Part 13:
sometimes we have just to enjoy and live the moments we are in right now. we never know what will happen next.
Part 14
should we talk about things or should we leave things as it is, aka the consequences of the truth
Part 15
break-ups happen everyday you don't have to lose it. can anybody move on from this?
Part 16
and i promise to be there with you through good or bad or as long as you'll have me around.
Part 17
can anybody please change the prophecy?
Part 18
Say your goodbyes now. Its really going to hurt to love someone.
Part 19
A love lost yet still felt is a kind of love that is one of a kind.
Part 20
Closing the chapters, will love be worth it this time around?
[ A/N: Finally created a general masterlist for the About You series. I have plotted it already and we will be having 20 chapters in grand total. Let me know if you want to be tagged for this fic ]
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FEELS LIKE A THRILLER! áŻáĄŁđ©
pining after hong seunghan has always felt like an unachievable reality; however, just a few months into your first year of college, it seems that the gods have finally listened to your prayers when news breaks out that your long-time crush is single once again.
PAIRING. non-idol!seunghan + fem!reader
GENRES. social media au, college au, unrequited love, one-sided pining, mostly shits and giggles (aka crack?), acquaintances to friends to lovers
WARNINGS. profanity, mentions of homewrecking/cheating, out of pocket jokes, mentions/consumption of alcohol
STATUS. completed!
hey so i actually have a big fat crush on seunghan and now we're here (bae pls come back)
PROFILES
jaesan shippers
riizelers
CHAPTERS
01. s3?n6h4n$
02. question for the ladies
03. cringepilled crushmaxxing
04. gundam đ
05. it's not her it's me headass
06. @SMUbruhmoments
07. boy best friend activities
08. emily dickinson
09. all too well (taylor's version)
10. F word
11. sigma meal, skibidi slicers
12. #NOTACANNIBAL
13. dpmo
14. #smad
15. boyâs night
16. cool. cool. cool. cool.
17. #hopecore
18. allâs well that ends well
19. get that cookie (final chapter)
story by hangup119. do not steal.
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 15] Ren The Cat
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âSatoru, can we talk?â Shoko exits the bathroom, and she luckily bumps into Satoru. Satoru shakes his head, his eyes falling on you as you run out of the place. Heâs about to run after you, but Shoko stops him. Her hand goes to his forearm.
âWhat the fuck are you doing? Why the hell is she running off?â Satoru sounds irritated, and Shoko knows that if she lets go, heâll stop you. Heâs about to push her away, and she knows that heâs much stronger.
âLet her go. Itâs an emergency.â She says, and he furrows his brows. An emergency? Like what?
âSomeone better be in the hospital.â Satoru responds, and this wave of guilt hits Shoko. For too many of her actions, the biggest of all is her hiding his son from him. She shouldnât care, itâs none of her business.
âSatoruâŠâ Her heartbeat races, and sheâs about to stop herself from talking. She shouldnât, itâs not her place. But youâre not speaking up ever, and Satoru deserves to know about the existence of his son. âSheâs going to see Ren at the hospital.â
âThe cat? Why the fuckââ Satoru begins but heâs cut off. The next words that leave her mouth, leave him dumbfounded.
âRen isnât a cat. Ren is her son.â Shoko blurts out. Satoru feels his blood boil at the mere thought of you being with someone else. Heâs confused though, why would you hide the fact that you have a kid? Shoko tries to read his emotions, but she canât. Itâs hard.
âWhoâs the father?â Satoru asks, wondering if itâs someone he knows. It doesnât click in his head quite that second. Shoko gives him a moment to think about it, but it doesnât occur in his head. Shoko has to tell him,
âI donât think you get it⊠Why would she not tell you that she has a son?â Shoko feels like sheâs dumbing it down. Satoru isnât an idiot, but a million thoughts run through his head. He shrugs. âRen is her son. Your son. Sheâs leaving because you have a son together, and heâs in the hospital.â
âYouâre lying. She would tell me. She wouldnât keep that from me.â Satoru answers, and Shoko lets go of him. He goes chasing after you, but youâre gone. Heâll just stop by every hospital nearby, until he finds you. Heâll remember the nameâ Either Ren has your last name, or his. Heâll ask about either name.
âSatoruâŠâ You stand up from your chair, and you watch as tears well up in his eyes as he takes in the scene. Shoko wasnât lyingâ Ren doesnât have his last name, but one swift look at the kid and he realizes that is his son. Thatâs his spitting image.
You stare at each other, frozen in time. Your heart feels as if itâs in your throat, and your mind chases a thousand miles per hour as you think of what youâll say next. What can you say? You werenât exactly preparing yourself for this moment, you thought this would never happen. How fucking stupid.
While Satoru feels betrayed. Utterly hurt. Heâs always thought the best of you; you were damn near the perfect woman. Yet youâve betrayed him in the worst possible way. You hid his own flesh and blood from him⊠For what?
But Satoru isnât going to argue, not when a little boy that he just met is in pain, and the kid is calling him daddy. Satoru rushes to Renâs side, pressing a kiss on his forehead. Satoru isnât quite sure what to say, what do you say to your son? A kid thatâs probably almost five, a kid you just met?Â
âHe has appendicitis, he has surgery in the morning.â You inform him. Should you tell him to go back to his event? And deprive Satoru and Ren from this sweet moment? You have no option but to sit back down and watch the scene unfold.
âIâll be by your side, buddy. Everythingâs gonna be okay.â Satoruâs finger pushes Renâs hair out of his face. Satoru takes in the little details of his sonâs face. Ren has your nose, but apart from that, he looks just like Satoru. Tears stream down Satoruâs face, and his voice breaks, in disbelief that this is happening, âIâm sorry I wasnât here earlier, Ren. Your daddy is here now.â
You feel nauseous, tears streaming down your face as you watch them. Guilt for the last couple months that youâve kept him hidden when Satoru was right in front of you. But you didnât. You couldâve defied Mrs. Gojoâs orders, but you selfishly didnât. You watch as Satoru kisses his sonâs forehead again.
If he could, Satoru would hug Ren so tight that heâd nearly leave the boy breathless. But he canât. Heâll do it next week though, when Ren is better.Â
The sweet moment is interrupted by his ringing phone, and Satoru takes it out. His mother calls, and heâs about to pick up since he has this news; sheâs a grandmother. For a moment he stares at the phone, and he realizes something. Youâve mentioned Ren the cat before and his mother knew. His mother fucking knew. Thatâs why youâre working with her, because his mother knows that she has a grandson.
He declines the call, instead he focuses on his son. Grabbing his tiny hand, and taking note of every crevice. He always swore that when he had a baby, heâd look at every finger and toe individually, and heâd count them over and over again. He canât believe he missed that.
Thereâs a smile on Renâs face as he looks at his father, finally meeting the man that heâs been waiting for.Â
âGranny!â Ren shouts when his grandmother comes to sight. Your mother, who happily walks in with food but drops the bag when she sees him. Satoru looks back at your mother, and itâs like sheâs just seen a ghost. Satoru walks over to her, and wraps his arms around your mother.
She isnât sure what to do as Satoru hugs her. This isnât the same little kid that would come running to her after an injury, the man that hugs her is the father of her grandson. A man thatâs left many unattended wounds in her daughter. Satoru pulls away, and goes back to his son.
Your mother looks at you, watching as you silently cry. It seems as if more tears stream down your face when Satoru asks, âSo how old are you, buddy? Sorry for not knowing.â
Ren puts up four fingers, excitedly replying, âFour!â
âNice to see he isnât in pain anymore.â Your mother comments. Your hand holds onto Renâs, and you rest your head on the empty space of the mattress again, listening to your son and his father talk.
Ren is taken in the morning, and Satoru assures him that heâll be there right after surgery. Neither of you slept a wink last night, and you hope that while you wait you can sleep for an hour or so. You doubt you will though since you have a lot to talk about. So much to talk about.Â
When youâre left alone, you sit in silence for a minute. Both of you gather your thoughts. Until Satoru finally clears his throat, âSo you faced me everyday like that? Like you werenât hiding anything. You were planning on keeping quiet about my son.â
âI tried to tell you when I was pregnant.â You answer, and you take a deep breath. Thatâs not good enough. Not now, not when youâve been seeing each other daily. âAnd then⊠Mrs. Gojo didnât want me to tell you.â
âAnd why the hell did you listen to her?â Satoru slowly begins to see red. His own mother did this to him. He has no trouble believing you, it does seem like something his mother would do. âYou had no problem looking me in the eye while hiding him.â
âShe gave me an opportunity that would make my life easier, I would obviously listen to her.â You respond. âYou started over with someone else, I feel like Iâd ruin everything if Iâd come out of nowhere with a child.â
âYou donât have to lie to me. You donât care about that, do you? Youâre just scared Iâll take Ren from you.â He says, and maybe Satoru remembers how you are.Â
âI struggled with him for so long, the last thing I need is for you to take him from me. You have no right to take him from me. I donât care if you can financially support him better than me, heâs my son.â You get defensive, and Satoruâs hand goes over your own to reassure you. He squeezes it, feeling tears well up in his eyes again. He hates that this is how you think of him. Itâs not unwarranted.
âAnd I wonât take him from you, but at the very least I deserved to know. I deserved to know I have a son.â Heâs clearly upset, and his emotions reflect in his voice with every word that leaves his lips. âDo you know how hurt I am? You hid my own flesh and blood from me, you know better than anyone how badly I wanted to be a father.â
âI wanted to tell you, Satoru. I tried to tell you. But then I realized you had other priorities, and I understood that I didnât need you by our side. And Iâm sorry that it happened like this, but youâre partially at fault for the outcome.â You answer, standing up from your seat. You need a breath of fresh air and a shower. You begin to walk towards the door, and it opens before your hand goes to the doorknob. Youâd be terrified of her at any other time, but not now. You take a deep breath,
âMrs. Gojo⊠Your son is here to speak with you.â
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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(7/15)
SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?
INSPO: this post
PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)
WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)
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CHAPTER 7: Who Want Smoke?
As the Qatar Grand Prix weekend kicked into high gear, Rorie and Lyric strolled the paddock, with fans waving excitedly. Lewis's popularity was stratospheric, but his family's place in the hearts of his supporters was undeniable.
They pushed through the throngs of fans and paparazzi, and Rorie was touched by the outpouring of support directed to them.
"You're an inspiration, Mrs. Hamilton!" "We love your little one!" "Hang in there, you've got this!"
One woman tentatively approached, a gentle smile on her face. "I just wanted to say, as someone who also struggled with infertility, your story gives me so much hope."
Rorie felt her throat tighten with grateful tears as she pulled the stranger into a fierce hug. "Thank you, that means so much to me."
The pit lane was abuzz with pre-race excitement as the teams made their final preparations. Rorie settled into the garage, handing a squirming Lyric over to Rosa's waiting arms. Their son, who proudly wore his custom Mercedes team romper, smiled happily at the woman.
"You're on auntie duty today," Rorie winked at Lewis's communications personnel.
Rosa grinned, cuddling the giggly toddler close on her lap. "My favorite job! We're going to have so much fun, aren't we, my little prince?"
Lyric gurgled happily, grabbing at Rosa's headset with grabby hands. With a chuckle, she gently redirected him to a Mercedes toy car instead.
"He's already a natural in front of the cameras," Rorie chuckled to herself, watching Lyric babble animatedly at the Netflix camera crew capturing footage of him playing with Rosa.
Her smile faded slightly as she scrolled through the latest flurry of emails from her legal team. Despite their relentless efforts, Julian's messages held little in the way of substantive updates on tracking down the anonymous sender of those malicious texts.
"Still digging," his latest read. "But this assailant knows how to cover their tracks."
Rorie worried her lower lip, her mind flashing back to the threats of those messages. But then Lyric's tinkling laughter drifted over, dragging her back to the present. She watched her son squirm excitedly in Rosa's lap, all smiles and unbridled joy.
As the race began, the tension in the garage was palpable. Rorie's heart pounded as she watched Lewis take his place on the starting grid, however, just seconds into the formation lap, her breath caught in her throat as she witnessed Lewis get knocked into the gravel by his teammate George, the front wing of his car destroyed.
"What the fuck is he doing?" she gasped, watching in horror as Lewis unbuckled himself and began walking along the far side of the active track back towards the pit lane.
A collective cry rose from the crew as Lewis narrowly avoided being struck by another passing car. Rorie's heart dropped to her stomach, panic gripping her.
Finally, he returned to the pit lane, jaw clenched and fists flexing agitatedly.
"What the fuck, man!!" he screamed, his fingers hurrying to take off his helmet. Rorie rushed to him, pulling his tense frame into a fierce embrace just as Lyric let out a wail of distress from Rosa's lap.
Lewis's fiery eyes softened instantly at the sound of his son's cries. He reached for the distraught toddler, cradling him close and pressing kisses to his head.
"Shhh, hey, it's okayâŠ" he murmured soothingly. "Daddy's right here. I've got you."
Rorie wrapped her arms tightly around them both, grounding her two men with her steady, reassuring presence. Lewis melted into her embrace, the adrenaline and anger slowly seeping out of his body.
"It's okay, I'm right here," she whispered roughly into his neck, and Lewis breathed in her scent to calm his racing heart.
Rorie wrapped her arms tightly around them both, grounding her two men with her steady, reassuring presence. Lewis melted into her embrace, the adrenaline and anger slowly seeping out of his body.
"LewisâŠ" Bono's voice cut in tentatively. "The FIA stewards are issuing a non-driving reprimand and a 50,000 pound fine for the track incursion."
Lewis tensed, his jaw clenching as the anger flared again. "I don't give a fuck," he bit out harshly.
"Lewis!" Rorie admonished, slapping his arm chidingly before turning an apologetic look to Bono. "He doesn't mean that. We'll discuss it and work through it properly."
Once Bono had retreated, she fixed her husband with a stern look. "You don't mean that 'I don't give a fuck' nonsense."
To her surprise, Lewis simply chuckled, guiding them to a quiet corner of the garage. He set Lyric down to play with his toy car on the floor. "I mean, Toto looks pissed," he sang in a joking lilt, nodding towards his team principal's stormy expression.
Rorie rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched with amusement. "Of course you'll joke at a time like this."
"It's a better alternative than letting the anger consume me," Lewis said simply. "Now distract me with something, beautiful."
His wife's brow furrowed in thought before her eyes lit up. "Well, Julian did text some updates earlierâŠ"
Lewis kissed his teeth dismissively. "Something better than that mess, love."
A sly grin played across Rorie's lips. "How aboutâŠI'm a week late?"
Lewis's eyes widened comically before crinkling with unfiltered joy. "You mean�"
"We might be having another baby," she confirmed, beaming.
Sweeping her into his arms, Lewis kissed her deeply, reverently. "That's amazing. You know we've been tryingâŠ"
Rorie nodded, still glowing. "And, Lil Yachty reached out. He wants me to join him onstage in Austin to perform our song 'The Zone' together."
Lewis's eyes widened with delight before crinkling into a broad grin. "Now that's what I'm talking about! My superstar wife, sharing the spotlight." Pulling her into an embrace, he nuzzled her neck affectionately. "You're definitely doing it. I can't wait to watch you shine, love."
"You really think so?" Rorie bit her lip, a touch of apprehension creeping into her expression. "In front of all those people..."
On a whim, she recorded her parts of the song late last year and was lucky that no one had figured out that it was her singing.
"Of course!" Lewis cupped her face adoringly. "This is your moment. You're going to be incredible, I just know it." He pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling. "And after? Well, I've got a few ideas on how we can celebrate..."
Rorie's cheeks flushed hotly, but her eyes danced with anticipation. Giggling, she swatted him playfully. "Down boy. One thing at a time."
Laughing, Rorie pulled him close, reveling in the way their latest challenges had already transformed into cherished memories in the face of potential new beginnings.
The warm Malibu evening was made for intimate gatherings among friends. Rorie surveyed their patio, smiling as she watched KiKi dance provocatively against Miles, grinding to the pulsing beat of the music.
In the kitchen, Lewis observed the scene with a slight frown. "Does she have to be soâŠextra?"
Rorie rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her husband's protectiveness over his best friend. "Leave them be, babe. KiKi's just having fun." Abandoning the Mediterranean salad she was prepping, she wound her arms around Lewis's waist from behind. "Speaking of funâŠhave you checked on your wife lately?"
He turned in her embrace, eyes twinkling as his hands skimmed over her curves. "And how is my gorgeous girl feeling?"
"Mmm, can't complain," Rorie hummed. "But I still haven't taken that test yet."
"Rorie," Lewis groaned exaggeratedly. "The suspense is killing me! You gotta take that test." He stole a slice of cucumber from the salad bowl, grinning unrepentantly when she swatted his hand.
Their gazes drifted to the patio, where Andrew now held a giggling Lyric, the toddler's babbling laughter drifting through the open doors.
"Yeah, yeah...." Rorie murmured wistfully. "I hope he's going to be a good big brother."
Lewis brushed a kiss to her temple. "He might be a bit jealous at first, but he'll grow into it, you'll see."
"I had a good rehearsal with Lil Yachty yesterday for Austin," Rorie said, changing the subject. "Though I'll probably just keep it simple with the choreography."
"That's my wise wife," Lewis chuckled. "Oh, speaking ofâŠI've got that tequila tasting in Mexico the day after tomorrow for Almave."
Rorie clicked her tongue in playful disapproval. "So you'll miss date night with the Biebers?"
"I'll make it up to you." Lewis backed her against the counter, his voice dropping an octave. "I promiseâŠ"
The searing trail of his kisses along her neck was interrupted by Spinz's pointed clearing of his throat from the doorway.
"The food's ready, you two. Save it for later, yeah?"
Grinning unabashedly, they reluctantly disentangled and headed outside, Rorie carrying the salad while Lewis grabbed plates and utensils.
As the group settled around the patio table, Lewis raised his glass. "To new adventures - hopefully with a little one on the wayâŠ"
He was met with hoots and hollers from their crew. Rorie beamed, shaking her head in mock annoyance at his antics.
"And to smoking out whoever's been playing games," she added, eyes narrowing slightly. "Because I'll personally beat their ass when we find them."
The group erupted into raucous laughter and dug into the spread of grilled meats and vegetables. Whatever storms awaited, they would weather them together - an unbreakable crew fortified by years of love, laughter, and unwavering loyalty.
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The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, rousing Rorie from her peaceful slumber. Before she could fully awaken, strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against Lewis's solid chest.
"Mmm, where do you think you're going?" he rumbled, voice still husky with sleep as his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear.
Rorie couldn't stifle a breathy giggle. "Insatiable, aren't we?"
She turned in his embrace, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, but Lewis deepened the kiss hungrily, his eyebrows waggling with suggestive promise.
"Always for you."
A tiny cry from the nursery broke the heated moment. Rorie regretfully unlatched herself from her husband's roaming hands.
"Duty calls," she murmured apologetically, sliding out of bed.
"TeaseâŠ" Lewis whined playfully, whipping the covers off to reveal his morning wood with a roguish grin. "Come back to Daddy once you're finished."
Rorie chuckled, shaking her head in fond exasperation. "You're awful."
"Sometimes," was his nonchalant response. "Gotta make sure I put that baby in you."
"Boy, bye," she said as she rolled her eyes. Shrugging into a silk robe, she padded down the hall to Lyric's nursery. The toddler babbled excitedly as she lifted him from the crib, nuzzling his chubby cheeks.
"Good morning, little man."
"Hi Mama!" Lyric chirped, all bright-eyed innocence.
Downstairs, the faint sound of murmurs caught Rorie's ear as she settled Lyric into his high chair with a bottle. Peering out onto the patio, she spotted KiKi in an intense conversation on her phone.
"NoâŠI'm not doing that anymore," KiKi hissed, her back stiff with tension. "I've had enough. Goodbye!"
Rorie's eyebrows shot up incredulously as KiKi spun around, nearly dropping her phone at the sight of her friend. A sickly sweet smile pasted itself across her face.
"Hey girl! Just dealing with some work dramaâŠ" KiKi blustered, waving a dismissive hand as she breezed back inside.
Rorie's brow furrowed skeptically. "Everything okay?"
"Oh yeah, totally!" KiKi replied a little too brightly. "Just a difficult customer, you know how it goes."
An uneasy prickle danced along Rorie's spine as recent events swirled in her mind. Shaking it off, she continued assembling a breakfast feast - mounds of fresh fruit, whole grain waffles, and tofu scramble for herself alongside Lyric's preferred avocado toast strips.
KiKi cleared her throat, clearly aiming to change the subject. "SoâŠany thoughts on that test yet?"
Rorie paused, gripping the counter's edge tensely. "I don't know, Ki. Part of me wants to stay in blissful ignorance for now."
Her friend's eyes danced with both mirth and understanding. "Girl, you know that's not how it works. You gotta rip off that band-aid!"
Heaving a reluctant sigh, Rorie nodded. KiKi was right, as usual. She couldn't keep avoiding it. Just then, her phone began trilling shrilly from the other room. Rorie frowned, crossing the living area to retrieve it. The display showed Yael's name and headshot.
Answering with trepidation, she listened in growing disbelief as her image manager's anxious voice tumbled through the line.
"Rorie, you need to call your lawyer. The Sun is threatening to run another disgusting article - this time about your biological father's identity."
A bitter chuckle escaped Rorie's lips. So the rag was digging into her past yet again. She'd known the truth about her deadbeat sperm donor's identity since age twelve, his name the only paltry scrap of information her mother had given her.
"I'll look over the documents you forwarded," she assured Yael neutrally. "But I'm not concerned about that low-life's identity being made public. I've never known the man."
"I still think you shouldâ"
A raucous clatter sounded from the kitchen, followed by Lyric's shrill giggles. Rorie's chest flooded with warmth, their call abruptly forgotten.
"Sorry, Yael but Mommy's messy boy needs me," she chuckled ruefully, hurrying back to the chaos and hanging up.
"He's such a messy eater," KiKi said with a half-smile, wiping at Lyric's face with a wet cloth. KiKi had Lyric halfway out of his high chair, his chubby limbs and cherubic face smeared with mashed avocado and fruit puree. Mother and friend shared an exasperated look as the toddler gurgled happily.
Rorie chuckled and scooped Lyric, peppering his sticky cheeks with kisses. "Oh yes, you are! Mommy's messy boy!" she cooed, causing Lyric to giggle and squirm. But then, reality intruded as Rorie glanced down at her son's soiled clothes. "Can you get him a change of clothes? I have to wipe him down," she asked KiKi.
"Of course, darling," KiKi replied, heading to the nursery. The air in Lyricâs nursery was thick with tension as KiKi entered, trying to maintain her composure despite the discomfort. Lewis was already there, his arms crossed and his expression guarded, as he paused unpacking his son's suitcase.
"Lewis," KiKi said, her voice clipped and formal.
"KiKi," Lewis replied, his tone just as cool.
They stood there for a moment, each sizing the other up, until KiKi finally broke the silence.
"Lyric had an accident so I need to get some clothes."
Lewis let out a long exhale as he walked to the chest of drawers and grabbed a onesie and a pair of shorts. He gave them to KiKi but kept his grasp on the clothes. "You've been acting weird since you got here. What's up?"
"Iâm acting weird?" KiKi said, eyebrows furrowing. "Are you high or something?"
Lewis's expression hardened slightly as he released his grip on the clothes. "Just calling it as Iâm seeing it."
KiKi felt a wave of anger wash over her at Lewis's accusation. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration.
"I mean, ever since you got here, you've been acting like you're on edge," Lewis replied, his own tone sharp. "So I just want to know whatâs going on."
KiKi's jaw tightened as she processed his words. "I donât know if crashing too many times got your head permanently fucked up, but Auroraâs my best friend, okay? I know that we donât see eye-to-eye and yâall are knee-deep in an impending lawsuit but Iâm loyal to a fault. I would NEVER do anything to mess up Rorie or Lyric."
Upon hearing his wife and sonâs names, Lewis's face relaxed. "Fine," he conceded, moving out of KiKi's way. "But Iâm watching you. And if I find out youâre doing anything, best believe Iâll take everything from you and have your ass deep in lawsuits youâll never get out of."
KiKi felt a mixture of anger and hurt at Lewis's words. She knew she had made mistakes in the past, but she had never intentionally tried to hurt anyone. And for him to accuse her of such malicious intentions felt like a low blow.
"Trust me, I don't need your threats to stay in line," she retorted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm here to help my friend, not cause any trouble."
Lewis gave her a cold look before leaving the nursery. KiKi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she did or said something that she would regret. She left the nursery and returned downstairs, uneasy about her encounter with Lewis. Returning to the kitchen, she spotted Rorie wiping off an unclothed Lyric in the sink. Rorieâs face lit up as soon as she saw KiKi.
"Thanks, sweetie," she said to her friend as KiKi handed her the new clothes.
KiKi nodded, returning Rorie's smile. "No problem, I'm just glad I could help." She glanced around the kitchen, noticing that it was a bit chaotic with dishes in the sink and food left out on the counter. "Do you want me to help clean up?"
Rorie shook her head. "No need, we have a maid who should be coming now, but thanks for offering." She turned her attention back to Lyric and gently dried him off before putting on his new onesie and shorts.
KiKi watched the exchange between mother and son, feeling a pang of envy in her heart. She had always dreamed of having a child of her own one day, but with her career constantly taking priority, she wasn't sure if that would ever happen.
As if sensing her thoughts, Rorie looked up at KiKi and gave her a sympathetic smile. "You'll find someone who loves you enough to start a family with," she said softly.
KiKi managed a small smile in return. She wasn't ready to open up about her struggles with relationships yet, especially since Rorie already had a lot going on. "Thanks, girl."
Two days later, the Crypto.com Arena buzzed with anticipation as the Lakers faced off against the Warriors in a preseason matchup. Rorie settled into her courtside seat next to Hailey Bieber, both women drawing appreciative glances from nearby fans.
"God, I needed this," Rorie sighed, sinking into the plush seat. "A night out without any mama duties."
Hailey grinned, nudging her friend playfully. "And how's that test situation going?"
Rorie groaned, rolling her eyes. "Not you too. I swear, between Lewis and KiKi, I'm about ready to scream."
"Hey, no judgment here," Hailey said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But you know we're all rooting for you, right?" Hailey squeezed her friend's hand supportively.
Rorie groaned. "I know I should take that test, but⊠I don't know. Part of me is scared to know for sure."
"Because of how hard it was before Lyric?" Hailey guessed.
Rorie nodded. "Yeah. And I've been feeling off lately, but it could be anything, you know? Stress, my crazy schedule, whatever. I guess I'm in denial."
The roar of the crowd swelled as LeBron executed a flawless alley-oop, momentarily drowning out their conversation. Rorie found herself swept up in the excitement, her worries fading to the background as she cheered along with the rest of the arena.
As the game progressed, Rorie's phone buzzed insistently in her purse. She ignored it, determined to enjoy this rare night of freedom. But a nagging voice in the back of her mind wondered if it might be Nina, calling about Lyric.
During a timeout, Hailey leaned in close, her voice low. "So, what's the latest with that lawsuit against The Sun? Justin mentioned you guys were dealing with some heavy stuff."
Rorie's brow furrowed, a familiar unease settling in her stomach. "It's a mess, girl. They're digging into my past now, threatening to publish stuff about my biological father. As if I give a damn about that deadbeat."
"That's awful," Hailey sympathized. "How are you holding up?"
Rorie shrugged, her eyes fixed on the court. "I'm managing. It's just⊠exhausting, you know? And with everything else going onâŠ"
She trailed off as the timeout ended, the thunderous applause once again filling the arena. Rorie's gaze drifted to the jumbotron, where she caught sight of herself and Hailey on the celebrity cam. They both laughed, striking exaggerated poses for the camera.
As the game entered its final quarter, Rorie found her mind wandering. The constant scrutiny of her personal life, the pressure of her career, the looming possibility of another child â it all swirled together in a dizzying whirlpool of emotion.
"Earth to Rorie," Hailey's voice cut through her reverie. "You good?"
Rorie said nothing, her silence speaking volumes.
Hailey raised an eyebrow, clearly concerned. "Okay, spill. What's really going on?"
Rorie hesitated, then sighed. "It's just⊠everything. The lawsuit, the baby stuff, and now KiKi's been acting weird. I don't know, maybe I'm just paranoid."
"Weird how?" Hailey pressed gently.
"I overheard her on the phone the other day, sounding all secretive. And Lewis swears something's up with her." Rorie shook her head. "I want to believe she'd never do anything to hurt us, butâŠ"
The final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the preseason game. As they stood to leave, Rorie's phone buzzed again. This time, she fished it out, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Yael's name on the screen.
"Everything okay?" Hailey asked, concern evident in her voice.
Rorie hesitated, then shook her head. "It's fine. Just some work stuff. Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow."
As they made their way through the throng of departing fans, Rorie couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing on the horizon. Whether it was the potential pregnancy, KiKi's strange behavior, or this latest message from Yael, she couldn't be sure. But one thing was certain â the calm before the storm was coming to an end.
"Hey," Hailey said softly, linking her arm through Rorie's. "Whatever's going on, you know you've got us, right? Me, Justin, your whole crew â we've got your back."
Rorie managed a genuine smile, feeling a rush of gratitude for her friend. "I know. Thanks, babe."
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As Rorie drove home, her mind drifted to her upcoming show with Lil Yachty. She dialed his number, a smile spreading across her face as he picked up.
"Lil' Boat!" she exclaimed cheerfully.
Yachty's laughter filled the car. "Hey there, Ror-Ror! How's my sis?"
They chatted animatedly about their upcoming performance, bouncing ideas off each other and sharing their excitement. When Rorie turned onto her street, however, her good mood evaporated. A swarm of paparazzi clogged the road, their cameras flashing incessantly.
At first, she assumed they were there for one of her celebrity neighbors. But as she inched closer to her house, her stomach dropped. The mob was camped out in front of her own property.
"Oh hell no!" she shouted, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"What's the matter?" Yachty's concerned voice came through the speakers.
"I'll call you back," Rorie said tersely, ending the call.
Police officers were struggling to keep the paparazzi at bay. As soon as they spotted Rorie's car, the crowd surged forward, shouting questions and snapping photos.
"Rorie! How do you feel about The Sun's article on your mother's affair?" "Did you know about your father before this?" "What's your reaction to your father wanting a relationship?"
The cacophony was overwhelming. Rorie kept her eyes straight ahead as the police cleared a path for her to reach her garage. She parked quickly and practically ran into the house, her heart pounding.
She found Yael, Penni, and Lewis deep in conversation in the living room. They all looked up as she entered, their faces grim.
"What's going on?" Rorie demanded, her voice shaky.
Yael stepped forward. "Did you see my texts?"
"No," Rorie replied, looking to Lewis. "What's happening?"
Lewis sighed heavily before speaking. "The Sun published an article about your biological father."
Rorie shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "So what? I don't care if they know who he is. He was never part of my life anyway."
The others exchanged uneasy glances, which didn't escape Rorie's notice.
"What?" she pressed. "Why is it such a big deal?"
Lewis took a deep breath. "Your biological father⊠he did an interview with Piers Morgan. He's claiming your mother kept you away from him, and now he wants a relationship with you."
"That's bullshit!" Rorie exploded.
Yael jumped in. "That might be true, but the public doesn't know that. Worse, his wife was in the interview too. She said they were separated when he had the affair with your mom, and now she wants to meet you and Lyric. They're portraying themselves as victims and⊠well, they're putting all the blame on your mother."
Rorie felt like she'd been punched in the gut. "Has anyone talked to my mom?"
"We all have," Lewis said softly. "I just got off the phone with her before you arrived."
Rorie reached for her phone. "I need to call her."
Yael and Penni stepped forward, gently restraining her. "Wait," Penni said. "We're putting together a statement with evidence to counter their claims."
"We're also preparing another cease and desist letter for The Sun," Yael added. "And we're working on getting a gag order for your father and his family."
"My father," Rorie spat the word like it was poison, laughing bitterly. "And now he wants to play daddy? After all these years?"
Deemed the Black Bill Gates, Martin Edwards III is a real estate magnate and investor who cared only for himself. He never loved her mother - she was just a poor maid who got caught up in his web of lies. Of course, her mother should've never gotten involved with a married man, but Martin failed to claim Rorie as one of his children. He even had the gall to demand her mother get an abortion.
The room fell silent, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air. Rorie felt a mix of anger, confusion, and hurt swirling inside her. She'd spent her whole life not caring about her poor excuse of a sperm donor, and now he was threatening to upend everything.
"What do we do now?" she asked, her voice small and uncertain.
Lewis wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "We fight back, babe. We protect our family and we tell our truth. That's all we can do."
Rorie nodded against his chest, drawing strength from his embrace. Whatever storm was coming, she knew she had her real family â the ones who'd always been there â by her side. And that, she realized, was worth more than any long-lost father's claims could ever be.
The oppressive Texas heat shimmered off the tarmac as Lewis Hamilton's sleek Mercedes-AMG pulled into the Circuit of the Americas. The sprawling track, with its iconic observation tower in the distance, buzzed with the frenetic energy of Formula 1 media day. Pit crews scurried about, the air filled with the cacophony of revving engines and the chatter of eager fans and journalists.
Lewis took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He glanced in the rearview mirror, catching sight of Lyric's cherubic face in the car seat behind him. The toddler was blissfully unaware of the chaos around their family, his tiny fingers playing with a toy race car.
As Lewis opened the car door, the wall of heat hit him in full force. He rounded the vehicle, opening the back door to unbuckle Lyric from his car seat. "Come on, little man," he murmured, lifting his son and perching him securely on his hip. Lewis hiked the diaper bag higher on his other shoulder, adjusting his designer sunglasses as he surveyed the paddock area.
His bodyguard moved ahead, creating a path through the throng of people. "Some space, please," the guard requested firmly but politely. Fans pressed forward, waving items for autographs, while photographers' cameras clicked in rapid succession.
Lewis approached the paddock entrance, shifting Lyric slightly to free up a hand. He fished out his ID card, swiping it through the turnstile with practiced ease. The familiar beep and click signaled his official arrival for the day.
As he made his way through the paddock to the Mercedes garage, Lewis nodded to his crew members, his mind racing with thoughts of Rorie. She'd been so sick lately â more than just the usual pre-performance jitters. The constant nausea, her heightened sense of smell, the fatigue that seemed to cling to her... All signs pointed to pregnancy, but Rorie steadfastly refused to take a test. Lewis understood her hesitation, remembering the heartache they'd endured before Lyric, but he couldn't help the glimmer of hope that sparked in his chest. The upcoming Austin City Limits festival loomed large in his mind. Despite everything, Rorie was still determined to perform. He felt a surge of pride thinking about her resilience, her talent; and wanted nothing more than to see her conquer the world stage, to watch her dreams unfold even as they navigated this storm together.
His phone buzzed with a notification - the flowers he'd sent to Rorie's mother had been delivered. A small gesture, but one he hoped would bring some comfort. The media circus surrounding Rorie's biological father had been relentless. He'd done everything he could to shield his family â hiring additional security, considering legal action against some of the more aggressive paparazzi, and even arranging for Rorie's mother, stepfather, and sister to be relocated temporarily to their home in Denver.
Lewis's jaw set with determination. The Sun's underhanded tactics, and the sudden appearance of Rorie's biological father - it all fueled a fire within him. He was committed to bringing down the tabloid, to make them pay for the pain they'd caused his family. The lawsuit proceedings were set to begin next month, and Lewis was ready for battle. The support from their friends had been overwhelming. Just that morning, he'd received messages of encouragement from the Biebers, Beyoncé and Jay-Z, and Rihanna. Their united front against the media onslaught was a testament to the bonds they'd forged over the years.
Lewis spotted Nina, their nanny, making her way through the garage. He felt a mix of relief and reluctance as he prepared to hand Lyric over. Part of him wanted to keep his son close, a tangible reminder of what truly mattered amidst the craziness of race day and ongoing personal drama.
"Lewis," Rosa approached. "The press conference is in ten minutes."
Lewis nodded, giving Lyric a final squeeze before passing him to Nina. "Be good for Nina, okay?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead.
Lewis made his way towards the press conference area, his mind racing with thoughts of Rorie and the impending media onslaught. He knew the questions wouldn't just be about the upcoming race or his strategies for the circuit. The recent revelations about Rorie's biological father had become fodder for gossip columns and social media speculation.
As he walked, he nodded to a few fellow drivers - Valterri gave him a supportive pat on the back, while Charles offered a quiet "All's good?" Lewis appreciated their discretion and support, a stark contrast to the rabid curiosity of the waiting press.
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Once the press conference was finished, which thankfully focused more on the upcoming race than personal matters, Lewis found himself surrounded by his fellow drivers.
"Hey, Lewis," Pierre called out, a grin on his face. "Is it true Rorie's performing at Austin City Limits tonight?"
Lewis nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yeah, she is. You guys planning to come?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Pierre replied enthusiastically. Several other drivers chimed in with their interest as well.
Lewis spent the next hour with Lyric, cherishing the quiet moments with his son, and when he was about to head to get lunch, Toto approached.
"Lewis, can you come to my office for a moment?" Toto's expression was unreadable.
Handing Lyric back to Nina and Rosa, Lewis followed Toto, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach. As they entered the office, Lewis froze. Sitting there, looking far too comfortable, was Martin Edwards - Rorie's biological father.
Lewis's jaw clenched. "What the fuck is he doing here?"
Toto held up his hands. "He requested to speak with you. I thought it best to provide a neutral and private space."
Reluctantly, Lewis took a seat across from Martin, his posture rigid.
Martin leaned forward, a smile plastered on his face. "That boy of yours, Lyric - he's the spitting image of you. That's really your seed. Can't deny that baby even if you wanted to," he chuckled as if he'd said something hilarious.
Lewis remained stoic, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. "What do you want, Martin? Haven't you fucked up enough?"
Martin's smile faded slightly. "I want to make things right. I've missed out on so much of Aurora's lifeâ"
"Rorie," Lewis corrected sharply. "She goes by Rorie."
Martin nodded, continuing, "Rorie, then. I want to be a part of her life, of my grandson's life."
Lewis's voice was low and controlled. "You had years to be a part of Rorie's life. You chose not to be. And now, what? You think you can just waltz in because it's convenient for you?"
"I made mistakes," Martin admitted. "But I want to fix them. Surely you can understand that, as a father yourself?"
Lewis felt a surge of anger. "As a father, I understand being there for your child, no matter what. Something you know nothing about."
The tension in the room was palpable. Toto shifted uncomfortably, clearly regretting his decision to facilitate this meeting.
"Look," Martin said, his tone changing to one of barely concealed frustration, "I have rights. I'm her fatherâ"
"No," Lewis cut him off, standing up. "You're the man who contributed DNA. I'm her family. We're her family. And we'll do whatever it takes to protect her and Lyric from this circus you've created."
With that, Lewis turned to leave. As he reached the door, he paused, looking back at Martin. "If you really care about Rorie, you'll respect her wishes. And right now, she doesn't want anything to do with you."
Leaving Martin and a stunned Toto behind, Lewis strode out of the office, his mind already racing with plans to further shield his family from whatever Martin Edwards seemed determined to bring.
That motherfucker had another thing coming if he thought he was getting close to my family. Nigga going to end up meeting nothing more than the barrel of my gun if he keeps fucking around.
For the rest of the day, Lewis shifted his focus away from what occurred in Toto's office, ultimately deciding against mentioning the impromptu meeting with Martin. Rorie was already stressed for a myriad of reasons, and Lewis would be damned if he brought more bad news to her. His wife needed to focus on her performance - nothing more, nothing less. He'd handle everything else.
That was what a husband and father did - properly lead his family and protect them, which wasn't something Martin knew anything about. An intrusive thought wondered how Martin could just weasel his way into speaking with Toto and demanding a meeting with him, but then Lewis remembered how having obscene amounts of money could always provide access to certain people.
His phone rang and Rorie's smiling face lit up the screen.
"Hey, babe," he answered.
"Hey," Rorie replied. There was a pause before she continued, "Is everything okay? You sound... off."
Lewis hesitated for a moment before responding, "Just race stuff, you know how it is. Nothing to worry about."
"Mm-hmm," Rorie hummed, not entirely convinced. "Can you bring home something sweet and salty when you're done?"
Lewis let out a laugh, the tension from earlier melting away.
"What's so funny?" Rorie asked, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.
"Nothing, nothing," Lewis chuckled. "It's just... the last time you asked for this exact combination, you were pregnant with Lyric. Still in denial, are we?"
Rorie huffed. "I just want that, okay? Don't make it a big deal."
"Alright, alright," Lewis conceded, grinning. "I'll bring something back for you. And you know what? I'll grab a pregnancy test too, so we can stop fucking around and know for sure."
"Whatever," Rorie grumbled, but Lewis could hear the smile in her voice.
"Love you too, babe," Lewis said, his tone softening. "I'll see you soon."
As the call ended, Lewis pocketed his phone, a mix of emotions swirling within him. The day's events - from the press conference to the unexpected encounter with Martin - seemed to fade into the background. What mattered now was Rorie, their family, and the possibilities that lay ahead.
Lewis glanced at his watch, mentally calculating how long it would take to wrap up his duties at the track, find Rorie's requested snacks, and make it back to the hotel. He had a pregnant wife to take care of - whether she was ready to admit it or not.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Zilker Park, Rorie stood backstage at Austin City Limits, her heart racing. The air was thick with anticipation, the distant roar of the crowd washing over her like waves. Lil Yachty's energetic performance was coming to a close, his last song echoing through the night.
Rorie closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm her churning stomach. She'd barely kept down her dinner, a combination of nerves and what she stubbornly refused to acknowledge might be morning sickness. The thought of pregnancy flitted through her mind again, reminding her that she had a test to take after the show, but she pushed it aside.
Focus, she told herself. The show comes first.
She silently thanked the universe for the unwavering support of her husband, friends, and family. Their love had been her anchor in the stormy seas of recent events.
The crowd's cheers swelled as Lil Yachty addressed them, his voice booming through the speakers. "Y'all ready for something special?" The response was deafening. "DJ, hit it!"
The opening beats of "The Zone" began to pulse through the air. Lil Yachty started his verse, the crowd singing along. Then, he paused, his voice filled with excitement. "Now, give a warm Austin welcome to the one, the only⊠Rorie!"
Taking a final deep breath, Rorie stepped out from behind the curtain. The sea of faces before her erupted in screams and applause. The energy was electric, palpable.
As she began to sing, her rich voice filling the night air, Rorie's eyes scanned the crowd. In the VIP section, she immediately spotted Lewis, his proud smile visible even from a distance. Beside him were Yael, Pierre, Charles, Valtteri, and Susie, all cheering her on.
"I never meant to make you feel alone," she sang, her voice carrying emotion with every word. "A non-chivalrous tone you've used since I got home. I feel wrong, deep down inside, I'm stoned. I feel cold and alone."
The lyrics seemed to take on a new meaning, reflecting the turmoil of recent weeks. But as she continued, Rorie felt a surge of strength.
"But now I know that you love me (Love me). Will you put anyone above me? Let me know, is this home?"
As she sang the last line, her eyes locked with Lewis's. In that moment, despite the thousands of people surrounding them, it felt like they were the only two people in the world. This was home, she realized. Not a place, but the people who stood by her through everything.
The music swelled, and Rorie threw herself fully into the performance, letting the rhythm and the energy of the crowd wash away her worries, if only for this magical moment under the Austin stars.
As the last notes of "The Zone" faded, the crowd's enthusiasm remained at fever pitch. Lil Yachty engaged with the audience, asking if they wanted to hear more. The resounding cheers and screams made the answer clear.
Rorie glanced back at the VIP section, catching Lewis's eye as he recorded the entire performance on his phone. The crowd began chanting her name, the sound washing over her in waves of adoration and support. Overwhelmed with emotion, Rorie felt tears prick at her eyes.
"You hearing this, Ror? They love you!" he shouted over the noise.
Rorie nodded, visibly moved. "This is incredible," she managed to say.
Lil Yachty addressed the audience. "Y'all want more from Rorie?" The answering roar was deafening. "Alright, alright!" Lil Yachty laughed. "Let's give them what they want, big sis!"
The opening chords of "Running Out of Time" began to play, eliciting another round of cheers from the audience. Rorie and Lil Yachty's voices blended beautifully, the lyrics touching on themes of time, connection, and staying together. The audience swayed and sang along, clearly familiar with the song.
When the performance ended, Rorie took a deep bow, her heart pounding with adrenaline and emotion. She lingered for a moment offstage, basking in the continued chants of her name from the adoring crowd.
Later, as she relaxed with Lewis and their group, enjoying the rest of the festival, everyone showered her with hugs and praise.
"That was incredible, Rorie!" Pierre exclaimed, giving her a warm hug.
Lewis pulled her close, kissing her with an intensity that made their friends playfully protest.
"Get a room, you two!" Charles laughed, shaking his head.
Lewis grinned, his eyes never leaving Rorie's face. "I'm just incredibly proud of my wife," he said, his voice full of love and admiration.
As the night wound down, Lewis and Rorie found themselves in the back of a car, heading back to their hotel. Lewis's hand rested on Rorie's thigh, his brown eyes fixed on her face.
"What?" Rorie asked, noticing his intense gaze. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Because I love you, baby," Lewis replied softly. "I love you so much."
Rorie smiled, her heart swelling. "I love you too, Pookie."
Lewis leaned in closer, his voice low. "And knowing that you might be carrying another seedâŠfuck Rorie, you don't even know what's in store when we get back."
Rorie giggled at his enthusiasm. He could be such a dirty freak at times. "Lewis, we don't know if I'mâ"
"You are," he interrupted gently. "I can smell it."
"Oh? And what does that smell like, Lewis?"
His eyes sparkled with mischief and love. "Smells like a woman strengthening my bloodline."
"Goodness, you sound like such a caveman," she teased, but his words only heightened her arousal.
"But you like that shit," he murmured, pulling her closer for a deep, loving kiss.
And do.
Lewis wasted no time in carrying Rorie inside the bedroom once they arrived at their hotel. He set her down on the bed and began undressing her slowly, taking in every inch of her body.
His lips trailed down her neck and onto her chest, Rorie let out a soft moan and arched into him, craving more of his touch. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, and it drove her wild with desire. Lewis moved lower, planting kisses on her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. His hands firmly held onto her hips as he teased her with delicate licks and flicks of his tongue.
Rorie's breath hitched as she felt herself becoming wetter with each passing moment. She reached down to tangle her fingers in Lewis's braids, urging him on. "Oooh baby, don't stop."
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Lewis obliged and began sucking on Rorie's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her moans grew louder as she neared climax, and she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck!" Lewisâs tongue soon brought Rorie to an explosive orgasm that left her panting and trembling beneath him.
"Mmm, you taste so good," he murmured.
Rorie came down from her high, and Lewis crawled up her body to kiss her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only turned her on even more.
"I want you inside me," she whispered against his lips.
Lewis groaned and quickly positioned himself between her legs. Rorie wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he slid into her in one smooth thrust.
They moved together in perfect rhythm. It wasn't just about the physical pleasure for them; it was about the deep connection they shared. With each movement, they were both expressing their love and desire for each other.
Rorie ran her hands over Lewis's back, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch. She loved how strong and powerful he was, yet how gentle and attentive he could be with her.
Their lovemaking became more intense as they both approached their release. Rorie cried out Lewis's name as she came once again, and he followed soon after with a deep grunt of satisfaction.
They collapsed onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs and sweaty skin. Lewis rolled onto his side to face Rorie, pulling her close to him. As they cuddled in each other's arms, Rorie couldn't help but think about the possibility of being pregnant again. She knew Lewis would be overjoyed at the news, but she couldn't shake off the slight fear and anxiety that crept into her mind.
"Are you okay?" Lewis asked softly, sensing something was bothering her.
"IâŠI'm just thinking about what might happen if I am pregnant," Rorie admitted hesitantly.
Lewis's expression softened as he cupped her face in his hands. "Hey, whatever happens, we'll handle it together. We've been through so much already and have come out stronger."
Rorie's heart swelled with love for this man who always knew exactly what to say to comfort her. "I knowâŠI just don't want to disappoint you if I'm not pregnant."
Lewis shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss on Rorie's forehead. "You could never disappoint me, baby. Our love is so much more than having another child."
She wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling grateful for their love. "We should just take the test," she said firmly.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, let's just get it over with." Rorie stood up abruptly and walked to the bathroom. The pregnancy test was sitting on the counter, and with trembling hands, she unwrapped it and followed the instructions carefully.
She then nervously paced around the bathroom as Lewis watched intently, waiting anxiously for the results. As the timer beeped, Rorie's heart raced in anticipation. She closed her eyes and prayed for a positive result.
Slowly opening her eyes, she looked down at the test and saw two distinct lines. A wave of emotions washed over her as she realized that she was indeed pregnant.
Tears of joy streamed down Rorie's face as she stepped out of the bathroom to show Lewis. He immediately wrapped her in his arms, knowing without words what the result was.
"We're going to have another baby," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and happiness.
Rorie nodded, unable to speak through her tears. They held each other in silence for a few moments before Lewis pulled back to look at Rorie's face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, wiping away her tears with his thumb.
"I'm just so happy," she managed to say before kissing him passionately.
The California sun hung low in the sky as the woman drove toward a discreet restaurant nestled off the Malibu coast. The sleek, modern lines of the Hamilton's mansion were barely visible from the road, obscured by sprawling trees and winding driveways. The oceanâs rhythmic crash played in the background, but all that resonated in the womanâs mind was the bitter truth she clutched like a weapon.
The restaurantâs parking lot was mostly empty, save for a lone car parked in a shadowed corner. The womanâs heeled boots crunched over loose gravel as she approached. The maid, nondescript and dressed in plain clothes, glanced up from where she leaned against the carâs door. Her eyes were wary, darting around as though expecting to see someone lurking.
"Youâre late," the maid muttered, shifting nervously.
"Traffic," the woman replied, dismissively. "Do you have what I need?"
The maid hesitated before producing a small USB drive. She handed it over with trembling fingers. "I canât be seen doing this. If Rorie finds outâŠ"
"She wonât," the woman interjected sharply. "You just keep your head down and play your role. If she suspects anything, youâre done. But right now, Iâm your best bet for protection."
The maid swallowed hard, clearly torn. "Why are you even doing this? Rorie has been good to me...she treats my kids like her own."
The womanâs expression darkened. "You think kindness and loyalty matter to people like her? She uses them as currency to keep you close until youâre no longer valuable. Believe me, I know better than anyone. And if you want any fucking help getting your husband to Los Angeles, you shut your goddamn mouth, okay?"
Silence fell between them as the reality of their situation settled in. Eventually, the maid nodded, wiping her palms nervously against her jeans. "Okay, but be careful. This game youâre playingâpeople get hurt."
The woman tucked the USB into her jacket pocket and turned on her heel. "People always get hurt. Itâs just a question of who gets hurt first."
As she walked away, the wind picked up, rustling through the palm trees and carrying the distant hum of approaching cars. The maid stayed put, watching the woman disappear into her car before driving off like a bat out of hell.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]
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Sypnosis: This follows the untold story of an ex-trainee who unexpectedly finds himself managing one of K-pop's biggest groups, aespa. Navigating the chaos of schedules, performances, and personalities, they must balance professionalism with deep-rooted friendships-especially with Winter, their childhood friend.
What will happened? Who knows, but it will always be fun
UPDATE: requests are welcome if u have a scenario in mind!
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Chapters:
Arc 1 - Career change
1. New lifeâŠas what now?
2. Begin anewâŠalso a-screwed
3. Wrong room?
4. Day offâŠnot?
5. Ramen Breakdown
6. Year-end Spectacular
7. Company Dinner
Arc 2 - Improvement
8. New year, new man(ager)
9. Reveluv
10. Day off becomes show off
11. Gym-selle life
12. Jelly does come in both ways
13. Active in theâŠsun?
14. Man(ager) down
15. Maknae down
16. Revelus Dos
Arc 3 - Conflict
17. Big Bang
18. Dying Star
19. Supernova
20. Kabe-down
21. Su-su-su-su
22. Imma get it done
Arc 4 - Synk Dive
23. Who do you like?
24. Level Up
25. First Stop
26. Tokyo Trip
27. Terror in Tokyo
28. Burgundy
29. History
30. End of the tour
Arc 5 - Realisation
31. Fashion Statement
32. Whipupulashu
33. Renov-log
34. Sun and Moon
35. Awkward asf
36. Ai-ai-aespa!
Epilogue. Je Tâaime
Side stories
Side 1. Goal to fame with Giselle
Side 2. Rina, Rocket Puncher
Side 3. Rewind with Winter
Side 4. Ning Ning Noodle
Afterwords
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