#but by the end of the ep she's laughing and enjoying herself

[leboo]

they literally make me so happy

#the way I wanted to cry whenever these two were onscreen #like the parallels to gang of secrets #and optigami #this is THE alyanette spot #the way the whole episode we're shown mari #not being able to think about anything but the events of strikeback #and how her intricate (and literally genius) plan didn't end up working #but by the end of the ep she's laughing and enjoying herself #and it's all because alya's there with her #like ;-; #the way Tikki was looking at them at the end of the ep #that was exactly my face #just....them<3 #alyanette #alya #marinette #ml spoilers #destruction #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous

[lustspren]

P.S.T EP. 3.5 | House on Fire ft Yuna, Ryujin, Lia, Chaeryeong

length: 5.4k words✦

Yuna X Ryujin X Lia X Chaeryeong.

genres: ass eating, dirty talk, oral sex, lesbian, butt play, foursome, voyeurism

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Furnishing, remodeling and cleaning an entire empty room for the sole purpose of fulfilling Yeji's sexual fantasy was stressful as well as fun for all of them, in the long run they were sure that they would end up using the room after that day, but furnishing and remodeling it was not the only tedious thing, unfortunately.

When the room was ready, the first to think that they were going to be able to have fun too the day you went to attend to Yeji was Ryujin, who went with the girls and proposed that they could have some fun on their own, usually one or two would have refused since some had their preferences with other members, but Ryujin put an idea on the table that none of them was able to reject: put cameras in the spa room and have fun with a live porn scene.

Of course this idea was transmitted to Yeji since she was the leader, with whom they had to first seek her approval before hiring a team to install the camera and microphone system in there, making them of the best quality and as discreet as possible so that you wouldn't notice. Yeji and Ryujin made sure themselves that none of the cameras or microphones were visible even to a second glance, and the technicians they had hired had been so good that even Yeji completely forgot they existed.

Lia, Yuna, and Chaeryeong were the first to arrive in the living room to sit on the couch and wait, Ryujin was the last to arrive, at least five minutes later than scheduled. Yuna and Lia were only wearing a pair of panties, Yuna's were pink and Lia's were light blue, Chaery was only wearing a transparent black tank top and red panties, and Ryujin was still wearing the black one-piece lingerie.

"Where were you?" Lia asked Ryujin as she went to sit next to Chaery with a sigh.

"I was trying to convince him to do a quickie in the rehearsal room, but apparently he's afraid of Yeji," Ryujin said with a chuckle, looking at her fingernails and crossing her legs.

"I can't blame him, she's scary," Chaery said.

"Oh, he's there, shut up," Yuna said, pointing to the TV. Lia took the remote control, and enlarged the camera located in the corner where the whole room could be seen.

They all focused on the TV screen, while Yeji explained what you were going to do and ordered you to undress. Ryujin couldn't help but laugh when you tried to apologize to Yeji.

"I can't believe he was going to tell her it was my fault," she said between laughs.

"It's your fault, Shin Ryujin," Lia said, glaring at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean, I know," she was still chuckling, "but aww, poor thing, it's not my fault he's so pretty and his dick is so addictive."

"How do you know that?" Chaery asked, raising both eyebrows at her. Ryujin thought that she had screwed up, but fortunately the facts favored her.

"Did you forget that I sucked his dick that day?" Ryujin replied, saving herself from arousing suspicion, "I've never enjoyed sucking a cock that bad."

"You're still a fucking bitch though!" Yuna protested from the other end of the couch, "You tried to fuck him before your turn!"

"We made no rules about it, don't be a whiny brat," Ryujin sneered.

After that, no one said anything until you started massaging Yeji's feet and legs, where there started to be some hand movement between the girls. Yuna had one of her hands on her tit, and the other was rubbing her pussy over her panties.

"Fuck, you don't know what you're missing by not having your feet and legs worshiped by him," Yuna gasped, rubbing her slit very slowly.

"I'll have to figure that out myself, I didn't love it when that other guy did it to me," Ryujin remarked.

Despite the supposed non-devotion of the girls for that, they all started touching themselves over their underwear, Yuna was going a little faster than all of them, she had even put a hand inside her panties to rub her clit, while the others only did it over the fabric of their panties. They kept up this pace just to warm up their engines little by little, saving energy for when the real fun began.

The time for the first activity had already passed, and when Yeji had bent against the edge of the bed, Chaery immediately removed her tank top, freeing her two pretty tits.

"Fuck, the good stuff will finally start," she gasped as you knelt behind Yeji and buried your face between her buttocks. Yeji groaned through the TV speakers, and both Chaery and Lia groaned in unison.

"Fuck yes," Lia moaned, pushing her panties aside and wetting her fingers to rub them up and down between her folds, "I love how he eats ass, it's so fucking delicious."

"I know right? I can't wait for him to eat my ass that good," Chaery slipped her fingers into her pussy, and began to move her wrist slowly at first. The others followed her lead, and soon the living room was filled with moans of all shapes and volumes, the loudest being Lia's. They were all now completely naked and spread-legged on the sofa, fingering themselves while you ate Yeji's ass with all your might.

They were all focused on the TV screen, but soon found themselves slowly being charmed and drawn in by each other's moans and wet pussy sounds. Chaery and Ryujin locked eyes for a few seconds, both moaning with pleasure until their lips collided in a fierce kiss. Ryujin's free hand went to one of Chaery's tits, pinching her nipple and squeezing it as they both pumped their fingers in and out of their pussies, but Chaery wanted to help too, and brought her free hand to Ryujin's slit to quickly rub her clit.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the couch, Lia had brought out her caring side to take care of Yuna and put aside her own pleasure for a moment, leaning to the side to bring one of her tits to her mouth, sucking and licking her nipple while Yuna caressed her hair. She also fulfilled the same role as Chaery with Ryujin, rubbing Yuna's clit frantically, but in this case Yuna received industrial amounts of pleasure, and Lia got nothing in return, just the satisfaction and happiness of making her maknae feel good.

Chaery quickly got turned on by how horny Ryujin was making her, and stopped her to stand up and pull the lever on the sofa so that the back of it folded down, turning it into a big bed for everyone to be more comfortable. They all fell back, but Chaery landed on her knees and grabbed Ryujin's legs to plunge her face into her pussy.

"Oh shit Chaery!" Ryujin screeched, taking Chaery's raven hair between her fingers and leaning on her forearm to watch her as she her pussy furiously.

Lia, who was giving Yuna her full attention with kisses on her neck while she rubbed her clit, remembered what Chaery had said just now and broke away from Yuna to look into her eyes.

"Sorry darling, baby Chaery needs some love too, do you think you can manage on your own?" Lia asked Yuna, brushing her hair off her forehead and giving her a little kiss.

"I still have an ace up my sleeve, don't worry about me," Yuna winked at her, and Lia climbed off the couch to get on her hands and knees behind Chaery's toned, round ass.

Ryujin and Lia exchanged knowing glances while Ryujin moaned through pursed lips, she knew what was going to happen, as did Yuna, who was dedicating herself to watching you eat Yeji's ass as she slowly crawled towards Ryujin, but for Chaery it was a huge shock to feel Lia's tongue attack her needy ass when she least expected it, letting out a small cry against Ryujin's pussy and then going wild between moans.

Lia had a grip on Chaery's ass with both hands, giving each cheek a firm squeeze as she moved her tongue in circles around her hole. Chaery, being especially sensitive in that part of her body, began to squirm more and more with each attack of Lia's tongue against her ass, which was also reflected in the stimuli that her mouth gave to Ryujin. And Yuna, already feeling left out, opted for a move that surprised them all.

Yuna took Ryujin by the shoulders and made her lie down, with a quick movement, straddling her face and forcing her to only breathe her pussy and her ass, while Chaery continued to eat her pussy and Lia ate Chaery's ass.

At that time you had already stopped eating Yeji's ass, and had moved on to her pussy. But no one was paying real attention to the screen, only Yuna who was the one facing it. This wouldn't last long, however, as Yuna ground her hips faster and faster while Ryujin devoured her pussy, and her eyes closed as she played with her own tits.

Being the most aroused and horny at that moment, Chaery was the first to cum thanks to the multiple kisses and licks that Lia gave her ass. She clung to Ryujin's thighs, not wanting to part with her pussy even as her body was going crazy. Lia made a double effort to keep her in place, holding her tightly by the waist until her orgasm had passed. 

"Fuck Unnie, you really are a slut when you get that pretty ass eaten, aren't you?" Yuna teased, her hands resting on Ryujin's abdomen as she kept grinding her hips against her face.

The next to reach her peak was Ryujin, who between eating Yuna's pussy, hearing Yeji and the other girls moaning, and having her pussy violently eaten by Chaery, who was now getting her pussy eaten by Lia, they made her arch her back in pleasure and squeal against Yuna's little pussy, clinging to her ass and digging her nails into her buttocks, causing Yuna to moan in pain.

Ryujin instinctively squeezed Chaery's head between her creamy thighs, and removed a hand from Yuna's ass just to pull Chaery's hair, but she went a little too far, causing Chaery to squeal in pain.

"Unnie! Fuck, be careful!" she claimed frowning, but then being dragged back into pleasure by Lia, who was not only eating her pussy but also playing with her tits underneath her body. Anyways, Chaery was the type to take offense easily enough, so she moved Ryujin's thighs away from around her head and stopped eating her pussy.

Yuna was the next to have her first orgasm of the day, and it was undoubtedly the most violent and intense of all so far. Her entire body shuddered, and her moans were vastly louder than the other girls', she leaned back, clutching Ryujin's hair and slowly grinding her hips as she came all over her mouth. 

"You did have an ace up your sleeve, huh?" Lia said, getting to her knees behind Chaery with her hands resting on her ass.

"Fuck yes!" Yuna moaned, then got off Ryujin's face, who took a deep breath as Yuna, lying on her side, now looking at the screen, "Oh, he had a stiff, he'll have to keep eating Yeji unnie's pussy,” she said with a giggle.

"Fuck Yuna, if you're going to do that you could let me know first," Ryujin complained, still trying to catch her breath after orgasming and eating her pussy.

"Unnie, aren't you going to cum?" Chaery asked innocently, looking over her shoulder at Lia with puppy eyes.

"Right, why don't you come over for us to help you, unnie?" Yuna asked with a sexy and provocative tone, indicating with her finger that she should get on the bed.

"I was just making sure to make my babies feel good," Lia said, crawling across the floor and then climbing onto the bed, lying between Ryujin and Yuna with her legs spread wide, "but I think it's time my babies put me back my favor."

"You're making me want to call you mommy," Yuna said with a smirk, as she bit her lip and leaned down to plant small kisses on Lia's lips. Chaery climbed on the bed with the two of them, and passed over Ryujin to lie next to Lia.

"Don't even think about calling me that, Shin Yuna," Lia warned with a stern face, which soon softened when Chaery, in the most tender and loving way possible, began to plant kisses on her neck.

"Oh come on! You make it boring, unnie," Yuna lay down next to her, and cupped the side of Lia's face to exchange small kisses with her.

"I don't make it boring," Lia said between kisses and gasps, as Chaery now lowered her kisses to her tits, "It's just that if you tell me that, I'm not responsible for how I start to treat you from now on."

"But that sounds fun… it doesn't sound like a threat at all," Yuna replied with a mischievous giggle, caressing Lia's cheek with her thumb as she kissed her.

"It will sound like a threat to you when I make you so needy of my attention all the time," Lia gradually let go more, and the gasps coming from her mouth were now little moans.

"I don't care about that, I know you would give me attention all the time…mommy," Yuna murmured in a sexy voice, before diving headlong into the kiss with Lia.

Yuna ran a hand slowly from Lia's chest to her tummy, which caressed for a few seconds before reaching her pussy, which she began to rub with her index and middle fingers, moving them along her folds while teased with putting them inside her. Chaery meanwhile kept sucking and licking Lia's tits, but when she saw that Yuna was touching her pussy, she brought one of hers there too, to slowly rub her clit.

After a few seconds of pure teasing, Yuna finally brought her two long fingers into Lia's cunt, pumping in and out rapidly from the start and causing her to moan against her lips, while Chaery matched her rhythm with the movements of her fingers against her clit. Ryujin had nothing to do at that moment, she was exhausted and resting after nearly running out of breath a few seconds ago, so she just stared at the TV while you gave Yeji the last few finishing moves.

Yuna's fingers pumped in and out of Lia's pussy as fast as she could move her wrist, which drove Lia crazy less than a minute into it. Chaery raised her face to Lia's neck again, and there she gave her wet kisses and bites while she and Yuna drove her crazy with pleasure. Yuna played with her tits, pinching her nipples while she massaged them vigorously, and Lia couldn't do anything but caress both girls' black hair.

Yuna broke away from the kiss, now fully focusing on hammering Lia's wet pussy with her two fingers, as she moved her fingers in rapid circles against her clit and kissed Lia's jaw with small kisses. Lia turned her face when she felt Chaery so close to her, and she cupped her face with both of her hands to desperately kiss her, feeling that she wasn't going to be able to take it much longer.

The awaited moment for her came just a few seconds later, just when you had made Yeji cum for the second time and the room was filled with her moans and Lia's, who despite competing against the TV speakers, did a very good job matching the volume of her screams. Lia stood still for a second, then exploding into violent spasms, she locked her thighs around Chaery's wrist, biting her lower lip as she came around Yuna's fingers, who was now moving her wrist at a  slower and more sensual way.

"Damn, he really made Yeji cum three times in a row," Ryujin mentioned, completely ignoring what was happening next to her just to judge what was going on in the spa room.

Yuna pulled her fingers out of Lia's pussy, and Chaery also stopped moving her wrist, so that they inadvertently coordinated to give Lia a little kiss on each cheek.

"Fuck... thanks," Lia said between heavy breaths, slumping back and stretching her legs out to rest, "is he still eating Yeji's pussy?"

"You're welcome, mommy," Yuna said with a giggle, sitting next to her and then looking at the screen, "Nope, he's already stopped, he's going to give her the massage."

"Good thing, because I need to rest for a second," Lia sighed, sitting back down but leaning her back against the wall. It was then that she noticed the girls' panties scattered throughout the living room, and after a few seconds, she made an effort to get up from the sofa and collect them all, leaving them together in one corner for later.

"Mmm I'll do something, I'll be right back," Ryujin said, getting up from the sofa to leave the living room, heading upstairs. The girls looked confused, but ended up not giving it so much importance.

All the girls dedicated themselves to resting while you massaged Yeji, just staring at the screen and cuddling with each other to keep warm. The minutes passed, and just a few minutes before the massage time was up, they both sat next to each other again, anxiously awaiting the next phase, the milk you phase.

Right at that moment, Ryujin returned to the living room, but with a backpack on her shoulders. She walked and stood between the television and the sofa, obstructing the girls' view, who stared at the backpack.

"Why are you standing there and what the hell do you have in that backpack?" Lia asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, are you going on a nudist excursion or what?" Yuna said, making a disgusted face.

Ryujin didn't answer, she just took the backpack off her shoulder and stepped forward to empty it on the sofa right in front of them, dropping all kinds of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs and even lube. Lia, Yuna, and Chaery widened their eyes at the display of potential before their eyes, and smiled at the same time.

"I thought we could add a little more spice to our little game," Ryujin said with a proud expression, tossing the empty backpack away.

"We can certainly have quite a bit of fun," Yuna said, eyeing the toys carefully.

"Guys, look, Yeji is going to drain him," Chaery said, pointing to the screen.

"Ryujinnie, put the camera in the bottom corner, we need to see that," Lia said, pointing to the remote on the corner of the sofa.

Ryujin took the remote control, and put a camera in which they could perfectly see under the table how Yeji began to play with your cock. They returned to each other's side, still not touching any toys, and devoted themselves to watching Yeji suck your cock as they lazily played with their pussies, some rubbing their folds and others very slowly pumping their fingers in and out.

"Fuck, I'd love to be sucking oppa's dick instead of Yeji," Yuna gasped, slowly pumping her wrist.

"Me too," Ryujin said rubbing her pussy, "his cock tastes so delicious and feels so good in the mouth," she bit her lip.

"And his cum tastes so fucking delicious," Lia said between Yuna and Chaery, playing with her own tits as she watched Yeji deepthroat you.

"I haven't had a chance to suck his dick yet…" Chaery said as she fingered herself, "but I would really love him to cum all over my face after giving him head."

"Lowkey you are a horny slut, aren't you, Chaeryeongie?" Ryujin teased, with a mischievous smirk.

"Am I with the right people, or do you forget how many times you and I have fucked?" Chaery asked, returning the smirk. Yuna seemed quite surprised by that information, but Lia was not.

"Of course not, the more muscular and luscious you get the more it makes me want you to eat my pussy all the time," Ryujin replied, winking at Chaery.

"And I'm the slut?" Chaery raised an eyebrow.

"Yes you are, you just should realize how fucking horny it makes you to have someone touch your ass," that was the final punchline, as Chaery fell silent, her cheeks flushing red.

There was another silence in the room, all of them were with their mouths ajar as you cum for the first time, and they began to touch each other slightly faster watching Yeji's face being painted white with your load.

"Oh shit, Yeji unnie is overstimulating him, that's so fucking hot," Yuna moaned, pumping her fingers slightly faster in and out of her pussy, "I wish I was there with her sucking his dick."

"My poor boy," Lia said with some pity for you, seeing how you were sore at first, "he looks so cute…" at that moment they all stared at Lia, "What?"

"Do you like him?" Ryujin asked with a giggle.

"Huh? No!" Lia responded instantly, looking at her and then at the screen, "Well… ugh shut up!" her face turned red, and they all laughed about it.

Minutes passed until they saw how you cum for the second time, now inside her mouth. Yuna moaned at the sight, biting her lower lip and rubbing herself, Chaery was fingering herself without putting in too much effort, and Lia and Ryujin were still waiting for what was to come.

"Yeji unnie should look up the definition of rest in a dictionary," Chaery said, watching Yeji sit on your face.

"Don't expect anything from her, sometimes she has delusions of grandeur," Lia said, "obviously she wasn't going to let him rest without her first getting something in return."

They stopped for a second, watching your cock slowly come back to life, and anticipating what was going to happen next, they all started rummaging through the toys. The first thing Lia did was grab a blue heart-shaped stainless steel anal plug and a 5.5-inch black silicone dildo, Yuna just grabbed a 6-inch pink dick-shaped dildo, and Chaery to everyone's surprise, grabbed a 6.5-inch purple dildo and a small, cylinder-like wand vibrator. Ryujin was the only one who picked up the larger wand vibrator, the one that could easily be mistaken for a microphone.

"Can I help you unnie?" Chaery said, pointing to the anal plug in Lia's hand.

"Of course honey," Lia agreed, and Chaery took one of the lube bottles they had to remove the anal plug from her hand and pour lube over it. Lia lay down and spread her legs, and Chaery helped her insert the anal plug into her ass, causing a loud moan from the blonde, "Oh fuck yes!" she growled, "Thank you baby," Lia winked, and Chaery spread her legs at one side of her.

Yuna picked up another of the bottles of lube and poured it over her dildo, then guided it deep into her tight pussy with a long, sensual moan. Chaery and Ryujin turned on their vibrators, both at low speed then pressed against their clits. Lia also lubed up her dildo, and just like Yuna, she pushed it deep into her pussy. You started fucking Yeji, and at that precise moment the living room turned into a loud cacophony of moans.

Yuna and Lia started pumping their dildos in and out of her pussies at full speed, watching you fuck Yeji doggy style. Yuna was massaging her own tits with her free hand, and Lia had one hand on her clit, adding extra stimulation to her pussy. On the other hand, Ryujin and Chaery had been watching everything until they exchanged glances for a second, they both stared at each other, moaning with their faces distorted with pleasure, and they couldn't help but kiss while pressing the vibrators against their pussies.

When you turned Yeji around and started fucking her missionary, Lia searched for anything to hold on to, and the first thing she found was Yuna's thigh, where she dug her nails in while pounding her own pussy with the dildo, with gaping mouth and letting out pretty moans.

Yuna loved that Lia was digging her nails into her thighs, and wanting to find more of her, she brought her free hand right between Lia's legs to help her, trying to rub her clit despite the fact that she herself was trembling and shaking from the long and quick movements of her arm, pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy. Lia couldn't do anything but keep clinging to Yuna's thigh, wanting to kiss her but also not wanting to stop looking at the screen.

Chaery and Ryujin continued to kiss for at least another minute and a half, they had set their vibrators to a medium speed close to maximum, and had them fully pressed against their pussies, slowly moving them in circles to get to the most sensitive spots with the vibrations. Their moans were muffled against each other's lips, and with their free hands they did their best to touch their bodies in every corner possible, they would have kept kissing, but the moment Yeji almost came, they all looked at the screen, and they were all shocked when they saw you deny Yeji an orgasm.

"No fucking way he denied her an orgasm like that," Ryujin said, gasping, "and on top of that he called her a bitch," Ryujin grinned, somehow proud of you.

"Those two are going to beat the shit out of each other," Lia said, resting her wrist for a few seconds as did Yuna.

"Oh god, shut up everyone, he's going to fuck her ass," Chaery said excitedly, watching you guide your cock into Yeji's ass, "Oh my fucking god…"

Chaery let go of the vibrator for a second, to grab the dildo she had chosen, lubricate it, and slowly press it into her own ass, moaning to the rooftops as every single inch of the toy forced its way between her walls until it was fully deep inside her. She grabbed the vibrator again, and just like Ryujin, put it on full speed before pressing it against her pussy as she pumped the dildo in and out of her ass.

Lia was also immediately turned on when you were fucking Yeji's ass, she pulled the anal plug out of her ass, and pulled the dildo out of her pussy to switch holes, now guiding the dildo deep down her ass and joining Chaery like good anal sluts they were. Despite not being so devoted to anal sex yet, Yuna also joined the sea of moans and pleasure as she watched her unnies fuck their own asses, and wanting to help, she started fingering Lia's pussy with her free hand, while she kept pumping her dildo in and out of her own pussy.

Ryujin was the only one who was still being stimulated only by the vibrator that she herself pressed into her pussy, since Chaery had both hands full as she watched you stop fucking Yeji's ass and return to her pussy, it didn't seem to affect any of them, since they were so immersed in their carnal feelings and lust that at that point it didn't even matter what was happening on the screen.

Yuna was already touching herself before all of them, so conveniently for all, she was the first to cum. She stopped touching Lia for a second, concentrating on her own pleasure by fucking her own pussy with the pink dildo as fast as her wrist would allow her. Her orgasm came seconds later. She slumped back on the couch to explode into loud squeals and writhings of her body, locking her thighs around her own wrist as the dildo continued inside her as the last shreds of her orgasm she passed.

Missing Yuna's hand on her pussy, Lia brought her own hand to it and began rubbing her clit quickly and in circles, and between that, and the pumping of the dildo in her ass, she was the next in cum between screams. She fell back, finding herself level with Yuna, who didn't hesitate to cup the side of her face and kiss her as she went through her intense orgasm. The two of them kept kissing during those seconds, until they heard Yeji shout exaggeratedly loud through the TV speakers.

That was the moment for Chaery, who as soon as she saw how you took your cock to Yeji's ass once more, she reached her long-awaited orgasm, which to everyone's surprise, took its toll on her through a small squirt. The squirt wasn't too prominent or long-lasting, but they were surprised to see that her body had been accumulating so much pleasure to the point of being able to come up with something like that. Chaery pulled the dildo out of her ass, and shoved it into her pussy as the vibrator continued at full speed, she moaned and screamed, more than she ever had before, and when her orgasm faded, she stopped, letting herself fall back completely exhausted. At that time, you and Yeji reached your orgasm too.

Ryujin was the only one who hadn't cummed yet, always close to the point but never quite getting there. Chaery was completely out, as was Lia, but Yuna noticed that Ryujin needed help, and she didn't hesitate for a second to grab her pink dildo, crawl behind all the girls, and sit next to Ryujin to rub the dildo between her folds, while the vibrator made her tremble slightly.

"Do you need a hand?" Yuna asked with a mocking giggle, her face to the side of Ryujin's as she moaned and bit her lower lip.

"Go on, I want to teach these bitches how to squirt properly," Ryujin replied in the most self-centered and pretentious way she could manage.

Yuna guided the dildo, still lubricated with her own fluids and lubricant, into Ryujin's pussy, and that was like putting Ryujin's engine into fourth gear, who began to squirm her hips and moan louder, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she focused on her pleasure. Yuna frantically pumped the dildo right away, fucking her pussy and slowly bringing her to her peak of pleasure.

Ryujin took her free hand to her tit, squeezing it tightly before scrunching up her face and letting out a shrill squeak to suddenly explode, Yuna, knowing exactly what to do, immediately took out the dildo, so that a porn movie worthy squirt came out of Ryujin's pussy. Chaery looked at it out of the corner of her eye, and raised both eyebrows with her mouth half open, watching the liquid completely soak the sofa and part of the living room floor. Ryujin was the only one out of all of them who didn't succumb to the spasms and stayed seated at all times like a pro, just slowing the vibrator to almost minimum speed and relaxing her muscles little by little until she passed her orgasm.

"How the fuck you know how to do that, it's fucking impressive," Yuna admitted, looking at the fluid-soaked pink dildo and vibrator.

"Months and months of practice," Ryujin said, hair plastered to her sweaty face and regulating her breathing, "and I can do it whenever I orgasm."

"Would you teach me?" Yuna asked, tilting her head with an innocent smile, "it looks pretty funny."

"Later, don't be a slut and let me rest," Ryujin snapped, leaning on her forearms to close her eyes. At that moment, Lia came back to life, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her hair extremely messy and her body sweaty.

"Guys, he left the spa room, he's leaving," Lia said, pointing to the television, "why don't we go give him a little surprise?" she asked, standing up, picking up Ryujin's wet panties and lingerie with a mischievous little smile.

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[ashwhowrites]

Happy holidays! We are officially into Christmas season (in my book) so why not throw out some soul crushing angst for the happy season? I'm obsessed with this EP and this heartbreaking song. This is everything I imagine every time I hear it so I hope you like it <3 Merry Ashmas ;)

Y/N can't help but feel blue as she watches Eddie fall in love

Cindy Lou Who

I saw you laughing in one of his pictures But you'll be the one with his ring on your finger There's red and green everywhere But l'm so blue

Y/N scrolled through her phone, smiling at all the holiday pictures of her friends. Nancy and Jonathan with their dogs. El and Hopper in matching Santa hats. Robin, Steve, and Dustin are in ugly Christmas sweaters.

She sat at her mother's kitchen table, her cousins running around the table. She couldn't help but feel sad during the Christmas season. This time last year she was at Eddie's kissing under the mistletoe, opening gifts, and decorating Wayne's tree.

Y/N felt her stomach drop to the floor when she came across a new photo Eddie posted with a girl. She looked gorgeous. Her blonde hair curled to perfection. Her body was covered in a brown sweater, a black skirt to her knees, and black tights covered her long legs. The smile on her face was bright and huge. It was real, she was laughing. Her hands were near her mouth as she giggled. But her eyes weren't on the camera, they were on Eddie.

He wasn't dressed too fancy, his jeans and leather jacket were just the same. He was smiling back at her, she wondered who took the picture. Who caught them in the moment and captured them forever to torture Y/N for the rest of her life.

Y/N clicked off her phone, searching to distract herself with the green and red decorations. But she couldn't help but feel so blue.

Maybe he met you somewhere in the desert While he was soul-searching, he found someone better Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do

More questions filled her head. When did they meet? Was it right after the breakup?

She wished Eddie and her ended better...or didn't end at all. But it ended in a screaming match and him slamming the door. When she went to his house to get him back, he was already gone.

Maybe while he was running away from her, he ran right into the beautiful girl's arms. She probably picked up the broken pieces Y/N made of Eddie's heart. Put the parts back together with her perfect hands.

Y/N couldn't pretend that he didn't look happy. It pained her to see how happy he was without her. She used to love seeing his smile, but now it felt like a punishment.

With your hair so long, lips so red Maybe we met once I forget Scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed Breaking my heart 'Tis the season I guess

Y/N knew she shouldn't, but she went back on her phone. She clicked on the photo to see the tag of the girl's name. The name popped up in white font, just one click away to send her through a spiral.

Click

She sucked in a harsh breath, the beautiful blonde's feed was full of Eddie. Y/N almost felt like she met this girl with how much she viewed her life through these small posts. Y/N scrolled and scrolled, five years back. She was obsessed with seeing who this girl was. She was always surrounded by friends and family. She enjoyed music, a point for Eddie there. She was a cheerleader, popular, and the sweetheart of the school. Of course, Eddie fell in love with her. Even before Eddie, the girl was happy and bright. Maybe she brought that into Eddie's life.

As Y/N scrolled back up, she took in the girl's name, Chrissy.

Chrissy posted a new photo, just a second ago of her red lips pressed against Eddie's under the mistletoe. The same mistletoe Y/N hung up three years in a row. Y/N tried to hold back the tears as she looked over the photo and the caption below.

Chrissy: Tis the season with my love

If you're waking up now in his old bed At his family's house, know that you're just Breaking my heart 'Tis the season I guess

Y/N tossed and turned all night. The image playing in her head, creating a story of how the night and morning would go.

Chrissy would wake up in Wayne's trailer, groaning at the harshness of Eddie's childhood bed. Y/N had so many memories in that small trailer, did Wayne and Eddie ever think of her?

Her heart shattered thinking of Chrissy in her spot. She wondered if Dustin met her, did Dustin love Chrissy as much as he used to love her? Does Eddie let him crash their dates like Y/N did?

Someone new was in Eddie's family house. Someone new was mixing Wayne's coffee, putting the star at the top of the tree, and kissing Eddie in the snow.

Y/N wanted to say how she felt, but it was no use. Eddie moved on and he was in love. Y/N wasn't able to make him happy like Chrissy does.

It was time Y/N just let him go.

~~~

Eddie moaned as his phone beeped, he blinked and snatched it from his nightstand. Chrissy fast asleep on his chest, he shifted lightly to turn on the phone.

He felt a weird feeling in his stomach when he saw it was a text from his ex-girlfriend. He was nervous to open the message but he needed to know what she said. He opened the text, his eyes glued to the words that left an ache in his heart.

" Breaking my heart, 'Tis the season I guess "

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No one can hurt you

Summary : A dinner of revelation and tragedy.

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DISCLAIMER : Rewrite and final version of "All the things you said" | Netflix show: One Day at the Time | Elena’s Story part | Season 3, ep 2.  WARNING: mention of physical and verbal aggression! Su*c*de WARNING !R@PE! WARNING: mention of SU*C*DE WARNING TOUGH CONTENT, BE AWARE

DISCLAIMER:  This story is fiction and has no correlation with reality. All site names making acts, violence or any other type of aggression are used for artistic purposes, and they did not commit those acts

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The Monaco Grand Prix is in a few days and you will be slowly preparing for tonight’s dinner. Charles decided to organize a small evening for the pilots and their respective companions. It is in a magnificent hotel overlooking the sea that Charles booked the room and privatized the chef of the restaurant. The luxurious life of Monaco in its greatest fullness, you are always amazed by all the secrets that this small principality shelters.

You were third-wheeling your best friend Heidi to that party. She and Daniel invited you after running into you in the afternoon at the marina. Since you were little you know most of the pilots. So you are happy to have been invited to celebrate this new year of racing in Monaco with them. The evening was going well until the subject of the conversation crumbled into something darker.

“I gotta admit, I’m getting kind of confused.” Ends up saying, Checo rubbing his nose with his glass. 

“Oh, my god, me too. What if someone says, “I am not sleeping with you tonight?” And then... an hour later, they’re like, “Eh, fine.” What’s that?” Ask Lando, completely confused. 

“Unsurprising,” Pierre whispers under his breath, laughing. You laugh at with him, ignoring Lando's thunder.

“How many women have said, “Eh, fine”?” Questions Heidi sarcastically. 

“Yeah, I got to make some calls.”

“Now I’m perplexed.” Says Max trying to make sense of everything he heard. 

“I know. It’s confusing. I hate to admit it, but I feel sorry for men. This consent thing is tricky.” Kelly responded and gets up to pour herself more wine. 

“No.” You exclaim annoyed by her comment. “Women always blame themselves, and then the man never has to take responsibility. During rape prevention week at the university, all the signs are aimed at women. “Girls, don’t dress provocatively. Girls, don’t walk alone.” How about, “Hey, guys, don’t rape.”" You look up at Pierre knowing perfectly it will trigger him.

“Oh, my god, why are we talking about that? I took a couple pictures as a joke, and Cece thought it was funny.” Pierre exclaims as he gets up from his chair to get himself another beer at the bar. 

“Did she? Or did she feel like she had to laugh ‘cause she doesn’t know what else to do with your hand on her boob?” Everyone around the table falls silent and waits. You get up from your chair and walk you way to Pierre.

“Ok, sweetie, take it easy.” Adds Sebastian taking your arm and tries to calm the conversation.

“No. He thinks what he did is cute. You are basically a predator.” You accuse, pointing your finger at him. 

“You’re basically a psycho.” Pierre replies, knowing full well it will trigger you.

“Good, call me crazy for defending a woman’s right not to be groped!”

“You’re mad ‘cause the internet told you to be. You don’t know my life or even leave this apartment!” Pierre screams as he approaches you.

“Because of guys like you!” You answer with the same intonation. 

“What are you talking about?” Charles asks, taking your hand for you to sit down.

You and Charles are special. You’ve been like ass and shirt since childhood. You’ve known him since you were six. For as long as you can remember, Charles has always been one of your dearest childhood friends. You have shared so much together. No one has ever made you vibrate like he does. Usually his simple touch makes you calmer and reassuring. But you are no longer able to appreciate this contact that you cherish so much.

“You want to know?” You said, scoffing. “Okay. A couple of weeks ago, Heidi and I were coming home from the movies, and we were holding hands. And we noticed these guys staring at us, and then we changed the sidewalks , and they followed us.” You speak with tears in your eyes. 

“What?” Sebastian says concerned in his voice. His turn your body to him.

“Yes. And they were going, “Come one, you guys, kiss. We really wanna see it. Just kiss.” They thought that was really funny, too.” You continue telling while drinking a sip of your glass.

“It was actually terrifying.” Ends up adding Heidi after Daniel stares at her intently. 

“It was terrifying. And then we finally lost them in a crowd and ran home...” You finish in a huff trying to hold back your tears. Your hand hides your eyes and you try at best to find your calm.

Charles, in his divine goodness, hastens to extinguish you warmly. At first, his touch hurts you and you have only one desire to remove his hands from your dirty body. Yet you cling to him like a lifeline. Deep down, you know it's time. Time to tell what happened that night, a year ago. Nobody dares to speak at your revelation and everyone feels guilty for not knowing sooner.

“Umm... Last year after the Monaco Grand Prix. Lance Stroll raped me. He was my friend, and he raped me in my own bedroom. And then, he threatened me not to tell anyone... but. Why did he do this?” You ask breaking down in tears. “Sorry, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what... I feel.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sebastian asks tenderly, approaching you rubbing his hand on your back. 

“I tried, but... nobody listened to me.” You respond looking at Lando through your tears. Your eyes pierce Lando’s being. He doesn’t know where to put himself and his cheeks become red. He implores you to keep your mouth shut, but the situation no longer belongs to you. You feel the body of Charles being redeemed against yours and you notice that he followed your gaze.

“You knew.” He accuses Lando turning his attention abruptly towards him.

“I... I.” He tries to defend himself. “I didn’t know what to do.”

“Oh, you think she knew what to do either.” He yells, getting up from his chair and grabbing him by the collar. 

“Charles, let him go!” Orders Carlos. 

“You let her suffer silently when you knew what he did to her. I thought you were better than this. T’es qu’une grosse merde.” You’re a piece of shit

“Oh please, like you would have done something? We all know he’s untouchable and has done it before.” Admitted Lando, pushing Charles away. 

“What?” Sebastian speaks up. This is the first time he has heard this from his former teammate. He never thought he would ever see Lance in this light.

“Nothing.” 

“It’s nothing? He raped her, and now other girls too?” Charles advances again, preventing him from fleeing the situation.

“Don't play fouls, Charles. You were in his hotel room at the party in Abu Dhabi last year, and I quite remember your hands on some teenage girls, groping them.” He said suddenly, pushing Charles out of his way again.

“What?” You speak up, troubled by Lando's affirmation.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Charles turns to you, trying to explain himself. You get up from your chair and walk back as you see him approach.

“Don’t touch me.” You say, pushing him away. “Did you do it?”

“I... It’s not the same thing.” He justified himself.

“Yes. It actually is. Did you grope those teenage girls or worse raped them?” You ask scandalized. Charles, your best friend, your confidant, the one you most trust is capable of the same thing as the person who hurt you the most.

“Oui,” he admits in a small voice. “I didn’t want to.”

“You didn’t want to? What the fuck, Charles. What's wrong with you all?” You yell, taking your stuff and leaving as fast as possible. 

The thought of all this happening to so many more makes you sick. How could nobody speak up about this? You walk down the hotel hallway. You can hear footsteps and Charles's voice telling you to come back. When you get to the lobby, you ask for a taxi home. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you look at him as you push the door out. 

You take your taxi and give him your address. All you want right now is a shower. A warm and reassuring shower. To pull away all those memories and thoughts. You want to scream to the world. You want to smash your entire apartment down. You want to stay in bed for the rest of your life. You want to jump off the roof. You want to cut yourself so that the pain stops. You want to be set free.

You arrive at the complex. Your dark thought runs in circles in your head. Like a robot, you open the door, press the elevator, and finally unlock your apartment. You let your essentials fall on the ground with your bag and coat. Like a machine, you take your shoes off and open the lights. 

The sight of your home, which does not feel like home anymore. Since Lance pushes himself into you while you try to make him go away, this place hasn’t felt like home. You can’t even sleep in your own bed anymore. No matter how many times you clean the sheets, change the bed. This memory comes running back into your mind. Invade you like a parasite. 

You go to the bathroom and open the valve to fill the bathtub. You watch the water. You can hear your phone blowing up with notifications and calls. “Why does this world have to be this cruel?” You think, taking your clothes off. 

Your body envelops itself in the heat of the water, and you close your eyes. Your body slips in the bath. You head underwater. You hear focusing on your heart bit. You enjoy this moment of quietness and solitude. 

That’s it. You feel alone since that night he took your joy, your life, yourself. 

You can feel the water pressure you to gasp for air. Your head starts popping your blood. Your heart rises to find oxygen. You struggle. You have been struggling this long. You want to go, and you want to let go. 

You let the water go in, and suddenly, all the scary parts disappear. The explosion in your head fades away, and you’re not scared anymore. You find it relatively peaceful. Very peaceful. 

Strangely, you’re dreaming. Him with you. On a boat. Feeling the breeze in your hair. The warm sun on your skin. His light touches on your thigh. His breath on your neck. His lips are on your breast. You’re daydreaming. Are you? Is your mind trying to ease the pain in your heart? Is it even the day? 

Then. You open your eyes. You try to scream, but your head is under the water. You feel weak but strong. Sick but healthy. Chaos but at peace. You can feel your body wiggling, but your mind is different. No one can hurt you now. Quietly, your eyelids become heavy again, and what a moment ago hurt you the most now makes you feel good.

The water fills your lungs, and you sink more and more into the darkness. Nobody seems to pull you up. The seconds pass, but you no longer find the courage to go out. The bathtub disappears, and you find yourself in the sea. In a warm and welcoming sea; The Mediterranean. An infinity of blue. An infinity of sweetness. The noises are only deaf sounds, and you feel your brain more and more calm. The sun’s rays pass through the water, and you move further and further away from it. Your eyelids become more and more stretched.

Then you see beautiful blue eyes through the water. No fair. You can’t reach them but can’t stop staring at those ocean-blue eyes. Suddenly, you feel scared. Scared to leave those ocean eyes. You’re afraid, and you’re drowning under the waves of words you haven’t said to them, to you. 

You try to fight back this peaceful state, but darkness is an easier path than light. Suddenly the silence suffocates you, and you miss the sound surrounding you. 

Then comes the darkness.

When you leave the apartment, Sebastian watches Charles running after you. He can’t believe what has happened. He doesn’t want to consider it. How could he? He sees and goes to the door, and Charles is defeated on the ground. He passes by without a look and walk his way to the lobby. 

You have always been a fragile child. Even when you were a child. You were always this little fragile and precious porcelain doll. You’ve never been afraid of anything growing up. Sebastian always loved to see you grow up with him. Despite your age difference, he always considered you his little sister. The little one who needs to be protected from everything and at any cost. Knowing that you are suffering so much hurts him.

In the hallway, the walk seems long and endless, his thoughts wandering toward your shared memories. He remembers many summers spent in the countryside. At your grandparents' meadow, there was a vast field with a few horses grazing on the fresh grass. He remembers that beautiful-eyed little girl running in his direction.

You had dirt all over your clothes. Your hair was braided, and he still remembers the grass sticking in it. He remembers your laughter, which lit up the prairie thousands of miles away. Hearing you laugh has always been his favourite thing about you. Lost, it’s only when the doors block his way out that he remembers he has to go looking for you. He runs through the night towards your apartment.

Charles is devastated. Everything he tried to build with you has just broken in a moment. He feels lonely and ashamed. He wants you to know how much he loves you. How much you mean to him. How much you have become the center of his universe.

Before you, there was racing, and that was it. When you became something more his life change. It was as if you had lit the dormant fire in him. You have extinguished the flame since the death of his best companion, his father. You have given meaning to this quest. The stakes are not won but won for you.

He still remembers the first time he took you to his garage. You were with Sebastian. He was showing you around the Ferrari factory, showing you the different facilities, different parts. You were so captivated by his words, and your eyes were shining like stars in the sky. 

He remembers the moment when your eyes landed on him. The smile you had, and the dress you wore and the clip in your hair. He counts you. Unable to say anything. Captivated by your beauty.

“Hi, Charlie.” You said in your beautiful voice. 

He stuttered and blushed heavily. You laughed gently before putting your lips on each of his cheeks. He likes a kiss, and no, he likes your kisses. 

A hand falls on his shoulder, and he sees Pierre. Tears in his eyes prevent him from distinguishing himself perfectly, but he recognizes his friend.

“Don’t worry. She’ll come back.” He says softly. Taking him by the shoulders to lift him up and bring him back to the room. 

The others are still there. Confused and shaken, no one speaks. Silence reigns in the room, and no one knows what to say. Charles opens the patio door and leaves the fresh night air in the room. The city slowly began to calm down, and he heard the waves regularly hitting the harbour.

Daniel gets up and gets rid of the table. Putting this party away may make us forget the events that occurred. Heidi and Kelly help him while the others put orders in the room. No one dares to go to see Charles.

The hour passes quickly, and some decide to leave. They quickly greet the last remaining. Pierre observes his friend, who has not moved, and still looks at the sea.

It’s only when Charles' phone starts ringing that he looks away. He calmly enters the room and answers.

“Hello?”

You always liked the fields. You always loved hiding in the big wheat fields surrounding your grandparents' house when you were little. This stretch of yellow was as far as the eye could see. You liked feeling the stems between your fingers, the seeds melting to your touch, and the particular smell of wheat.

You remember a hot summer day. Lying on a tablecloth after a picnic, nature calms by this overwhelming heat, especially the calm of this yellow and green nature. You remember the farmer who held the farm. You spent days watching him working. Helping him through the mould. Watching him turn wheat powder into cereal. You remember this great man, always with a grain of wheat in his mouth that was constantly chewing.

You remember the hum that bees made at work. From wheat to wheat, pollen is harvested. You remember the nests in the hives that you created one summer. Your grandfather, with his jumpsuit, would go every morning and inspect the nests, and you loved watching him do it. You also loved to taste honey with each harvest. Honey is good. It’s sweet. It’s sweet. It’s wild.

You remember Sebastian. His blond hair, his smile, the sound of his kart engine. Many hours passed in his company at the track with his dad. You remember your big brother, following him and Sebastian all day long, like the annoying little sister you were. You remember falling from a tree after the boys thought it was a great idea to climb it. You see your brother jumping down the tree to get to you and hear Sebastian running back to the house to get help. You spent the night at the hospital. You broke your arms that summer, and you had a commotion. Your parents were furious and punished your brother for the rest of the vacation. 

You remember your first winter in the mountains. Mornings skiing, and afternoons making snowmen, eating maple syrup, drinking hot chocolate, just playing in the snow. See your happy brother’s face after he managed to get the last pancake.

You remember Sebastian’s victories. To see him move up from category to category. You remember his encounter with Hanna. You love Hanna. She is so sweet and kind. You remember your great jealousy towards her from the height of your twelve years. She who steals your Sebastian. She who steals your second brother. Oh yes, you were jealous, but she knew how to win your heart, and after all, she stayed.

You remember the Ferrari years. Everyone was in red. You saw the world with red glasses. Red like love. Red like anger. Red as the colour. Red as blood. It’s kind of at this time, when adolescence really starts that you start to change. Physically, mentally, and spiritually, you were no longer the wise little girl your parents admired and your brother despised. No, you grew up making mistakes, a lot of mistakes, until you met him.

Him. The golden boy. The one destined to be great.

You remember his perfume, his smell, his laughter, his mimics, his way of speaking, his way of being and his way of simply being. He intimidated you so much; this guy was destined for something big. Whereas you, we never expected much from you besides being pretty, lovely, not disturbing, quiet, and reserved.

Quiet. 

Reserved. 

Pretty. 

In those words, your brain falls into the dark side of your life. The darkened side of time. Painful and unhappy memories. The memories of him, the one who once was your best friend. He who once was your confidant. He who once saw fit to r*pe you.

To find you after the Grand Prix, in your apartment, in your house, in your home. To be a little too drunk, surely. To hold you firmly. To put his lips on yours. To hold your wrists. To put all his weight on your body. To force you into bed. To beg him to stop. To cry in silence. To feel it in you. To feel dirty. To feel unloved.

To feel alone, so lonely, too lonely. 

To find yourself curled up in a ball in a corner. To wait until morning for him to leave. To want to end your life. To end your nights. To seek help. To be abandoned. To be alone. To be dirty. To be silent. To be reserved. To be pretty.

To be pretty. 

To be pretty. 

To be. 

Silent is all you ask for. 

It’s been a long night. The hours have been staggering. The noises of monitors, nurses, doctors, and ambulances invade their ears. No one speaks, and no one dares speak. It is as if a white veil covers the weighing atmosphere and borrows all those present.

The wait is long, too long. They wait patiently for the outcome of this atrocious night, something that does not happen. Sebastian holds his head in his hands, tears have finished flowing, but his eyes are still red. He feels bad. He feels immense guilt. This mixture of shame, sadness, contempt and anger is eating him increasingly as the hours pass and pass before his eyes. He blames himself for not coming sooner. He blames himself for not holding you back. He blames himself for not seeing. He blames himself.

Full of life and ardour, this little girl was smothered under this icy water. Frozen in time. Only the repetitive sound of drops escaping from the pipe disrupted this freezing scene. She hides all her problems behind her smile. Never in his life has he thought of having this vision of you. This pure horror vision of an act yet so courageous. Because it takes courage to think about yourself before thinking about others. It takes courage to put yourself forward and not others. It takes courage to achieve what others have likely failed to achieve.

The roar of the machines stifled Charles. He closed his ears in the hope of silencing them. To see you with your tubes hanging around you, in you. On this hospital bed, this white bed, this room that feels the end. Eyes wet, Charles looks at your pale, serene face. The doctor’s words are dry and not encouraging. Your parents arrive a few hours later, a flight later. They cry. Your brother has tears in his eyes. Sebastian collapses in a corner. Hanna is there; a veil of sadness covers his eyes. Heidi cries in the arms of Daniel, who looks again in the eyes of Charles. Charles holds your hand, your hand. Your hands are cold, frozen by the consequences. Lando doesn’t dare to come in. He feels guilty because he refused to believe you, to reach out to you, see you, and see your distress. He preferred to become blind rather than awake. It haunts him.

Charles, sitting next to you, is watching people walk by. To say goodbye to you, goodbye, forever. He doesn’t want to. He can’t. You’re still breathing. Your heart is still beating. So why do you have to leave? Why did you choose to go?

“Why?” He mumbles one more time, his head against your ear. “Why are you not fighting?” 

“Cha... we have to go.”

“No... I-I-I can’t. I can’t leave her.” His voice breaks in a sob.

“Charles,” Pierre says, putting a comforting arm on his shoulder. “Let her go.”

“No...” Charles pushes him away, gripping your hand tighter. “She’s going to survive. She’s going to live. She has to live. You have to live.” He prays, kissing your cold skin.

Pierre sight and get out of the room. His family, her family, his friends, and her friends are here waiting for him. The visiting hours are almost over. Everyone wants to go back to their house and sleep a bit. They haven’t slept all night. Charles hasn’t slept all night. Pascale enters the room quietly. Staring at his son. 

“Charles. We need to let her rest. Will come back in the morning, d’accord mon bébé?” She says, taking him in her arm. 

He acquires at her request despite himself. Unable to fight anymore, fatigue slowly eats him away, and he knows that he is of no help if he is exhausted. He leaves the room not without a last kiss, a last look, a last goodbye.

On the following day, Charles came. Staying for hours next to you. Stroking your hair, mumbling your name, praying for you to wake up. He can't take you out of his brain. He can't take you out of him. You're haunting him. We realize how important it is in our life when we lose someone we take for granted. Charles looks at you as a friend until he realizes he loves you. Is it too late? Were you supposed to be?

Sebastian came a few times, only a few minutes. He can't unseen what he saw. He plays and plays the night in his head over and over again. Wondering what he could have done differently.

The doctors are not really optimistic about your recovery. Your body is tired. Your mind is exhausted. They did all they could do. All we have to do is wait. Wait for you to come back. Wait for you to fight for your life. How could you fight if you're not even awake? It's painful.

Strangely enough, he came. The rapist. The abomination of your life. You came late at night when everyone left. He felt bad. "It's too late to feel bad," you think when you feel his hand and you. You wanted to cry, to scream, but nothing. He left shortly after. Looking at you one last time. Looking at what he did to you. You hear from Lando a few days later that he got arrested. Other girls spoke, and there were enough accusations to start a trial. Even more strange, it did nothing to you. Well, how could you feel? When he toked everything you got and smashed it in a million pieces?

Sometimes, you can feel the warmth of the afterlife tingling your skin. You feel it right near you, calling you. Calling you to answer the call. You want to feel this feeling of peace, this quietness. You don't know how to feel. You just want to float. You forgot how to be happy. How to be. Why fight if you may never find yourself again? What were you made for? You wonder to yourself.

Time flies. A couple of weeks passed. You made some improvements for the doctors to feel optimistic for you to wake up eventually. You're stabilized by all those machines. Your parent finally arrived a few days after you were admitted. You can feel your mother's tears on your cold hands and the soft kisses of your father on your forehead. You can smell the sunflower Heidi brought you every time she comes to see you. Sometimes you want to react. To show her you listen. But you can't. Or you don't want?

The feeling of loneliness passed. You can see now how much you're loved. How they love you. You love to hear Arthur talking about your favourite series. You love to hear Sebastian remembering childhood moments whenever he found the courage to come. You love to listen to your mom singing your favourite songs. You love to hear Daniel telling dad jokes, hoping you'll smile in your sleep. You love hearing Lando talking about his latest Quadrant adventures or Twitch lives. You love to listen to Charles saying how much he loves you. How much his life is plain without you. You can't imagine somebody else cared so much about you.

That makes you cry. You can't show them you can hear. You can't show them you love them too. You can't show them how grateful you are or will be. More time passed, and the more you could slowly feel you were losing yourself. All you need to do is happen your eyes, but for some reason, it seems an impossible task to do.

"This is impossible," Alices says in disbelief at the creature rising upon her.

"Only if you believe it is." The hatter whispers, scared of the outcome of all this adventure. But wasn't this all the point of this madness?

"Sometimes, I believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

"That is an excellent practice." The hatters says. "However, just now, you might want to focus on the Jabberwocky."

"Six impossible things. Count them, Alice. One, there's a potion that can make you shrink. Two, and a cake that can make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, Alice, cats can disappear. Five, there's a place called Wonderland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky."

You feel yourself falling into the rabbit hole, and you have been in Wonderland all this time. That's it! You can do it. Six impossible things before breakfast.

"One, you will get a major in architecture."

"Two, you can drive an F1 car."

"Three, you can be happy again."

"Four, Y/n, there's a place for you in this universe."

"Six, I will fight for my life."

At this, though, he feels darkness rising upon you. Everything fades away slowly. You can hear the constant beep of the machines around you. You can feel Charles's hands against yours. You can smell the hospital room you're in. You can see the light shutters again you close your eyes.

Then... you breathe.

Feeling the grass on your feet. The autumn breeze cools down your spine. For the first time, you appreciate being alive. To fill your lungs with air, to hear the water crash against the rocks, to feel the sun warm up your skin, and to taste food again.

You feel a hand around your waist, and Charles brings you closer to him. He sticks you to his bare chest. He holds you firmly for fear that you will disappear again. It makes you smile to see him so loving, so gentle, and so attentive. You turn your gaze from the blue horizon to meet his emerald eyes. He smiles tenderly. His eyes sparkle with a thousand lights when you return his smile. You hold these eyes a few moments before you look wandering towards his lips.

If only it could be true.

If only you could be with him.

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Hi! Hope you enjoy this final version of the story. It took me sometimes to get back to writing but I'm getting there. I know some of you really like it and it's fill my heart with joy <3

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odds || pg10 fic

“I’m never giving up against all odds.”

pierre gasly x ofc (88rising!singer!ofc)

EXTENSION TO NEWSFLASH (SEQUEL OF) AND LOWKEY (PREQUEL OF)

Summary: Her songs told a story about how her courtship with Pierre Gasly went and ended in a happy note. OR their timing wasn't always right— that was what she thought as she continued to think that their situationship’s downfall would happen sooner or later. 

Content warning: Based on Niki’s EP, wanna take this downtown. No specific date is used for the release of her music. Use of explicit language, situationship scenarios, miscommunication, OFC being set up, Pierre being a dry texter, only uses a partner’s name (nothing too personal- just a passing comment), a bit angst but has a happy ending (?), indented texts are lyrics

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This has got to be a joke. The universe fuckin’ hates my guts.  Remindin’ me ‘U’ and ‘I’ don’t spell ‘us.’

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Heeeey!!! My brain is soooo fried today and Brian decided to fuck up my computer. Now I’m just here doing nothing but hope that my dear tech works in the next hour. Sent at 10:21 PM

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): How r u??? I hope you’re not training too hard and you’re hydrating :) Sent at 10:25 PM

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Good morning, Ens. Have 2 train sadly ttyl ;) Sent at 8:31 AM

Well wasn’t that fucking sad, Ensley huffed out quietly to herself as she wished to throw her phone against the wall. They’ve been in what… two dates?

Well, two in-person dates and three unofficial FaceTime dates with shitty takeouts in front of them. Not that she counted; she could have sworn she did not like him that much. 

She wasn’t sure who she was lying to more, though. But just as she continued to deny that she hadn’t looked at her phone every thirty seconds, she was feeling more pathetic. 

What was it about men and why did she continue to give them all a chance? All they do was fuck it up and Ensley was going insane at the thought that the cycle of being with the shittiest men ever wasn’t broken. 

“All I know is suddenly without you, the bed feels too big… That’s good. Good job Henny.”

“Trying to find where your head is but I’m losing myself in the process— no wait, tryna,” she muttered to herself before scratching out the first word of her chorus. 

She thought that songwriting was a way to distract herself from the Pierre fiasco. Everyone said so, as well. They thought that if she kept her head straight she’d be able to think of inspiration and clearly they were right. 

Her friends, Brian and Joji, were laughing at the fact that the said inspiration was the same person they tried to distract her from. 

Pierre Gasly. The man who continued to travel as the Formula One season went on while Ensley remained in Los Angeles. Pierre was the man that the Indonesian woman had been thinking about day after day, his charming personality filling that empty space in her head after he asked if she’d be more than willing to take their relationship to the next level. 

He did warn her about his busy schedule, which Ensley was grateful for. What he hadn’t told her, though, was that he’d eventually drive her insane because of the lack of texts he’d send as time went on— all thanks to his schedule. 

The first month of their situationship was great. He managed to call her and asked if she had supper or whatever meal it was she had to eat in her time zone. He’d often eat his food just as she’d munch on whatever she had that day— sharing conversations while they took a break from whatever the fuck they were doing. 

Hell, Ensley also managed to take the international railways to Rome to meet with him. They were getting along so well that she cuddled with him in his bed twice. 

But in the second month? Fuck, she wasn’t sure anymore. Perhaps it was because it’s the last month of the racing season and everybody’s scrambling to make their way up to the World Driver’s Championship rankings— that included the Frenchman. 

She could understand how busy it is for Pierre and she did what she could to not hover around him. But she was missing him terribly— him and his sex jokes and his never ending storytelling. What could she do? Nothing. She didn’t have any form of label but a situationship with him. 

“You come see me only when I ask first. When you kiss me— do you wish it were her?” 

“—That’s bullshit,” Brian exclaimed as he stood by the oven of Ensley’s open kitchen. Ensley glared at him, and her friend (Brian’s girlfriend) Vanntey smacked him lightly as a warning. Brian gave his girlfriend a questioning look and stated, “Boy Baguette didn’t even kiss her yet! Henny, don’t put that in if this song is about Pierre. That’s just full on delusional.”

“Who says it’s about him?” Vanntey asked with a scoff before telling Ensley, “Henny— your song, not Brian’s. Do whatever the hell you want.”

“At least someone’s sensible enough,” Ensley murmured before turning back to her notepad. Her Twitter notification, one that she intentionally left opened, made a noise as she glanced down at the “related tweet” notification. The post and the responses that came with it were… baffling to say the least.

We share different postal codes Maybe that’s why I never got the memo; She’s the real deal, and I was just a pretty demo.

ensleygaslysoz: y’all— pierre’s ex was at the paddock today 😭😭

peargaslit: nooooo~ YOU CANNOT SAY THAT!!! IM ROOTING FOR HIM AND HENNY!!! 

misskikagasly: ok but they were cute as hell b4 tho 🫠 no h8 to ensley but kika was the shit and i think they should get back together

Ensley’s shoulders slumped at the comments. God’s timing was always wrong, and she’s never hated anything more than the fact that she was actually besotted and in love with Pierre Gasly.

And chances are that he was just waffling about taking their relationship to another level. Men lied to Ensley endlessly, and if she didn’t know any better— she would’ve fallen harder than she did with him. 

And yet my world remains the whole of you to this day. Doesn’t matter what my location says. I���m always tryna get to you.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Are you going to be in London sometime soon? I will be back in Milan and I’d like to stay in with you :) Text me when you get this Sent at 12:31 AM

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Can’t. Sorry— Still in the process of producing an EP :) looking forward to chatting soon Sent at 12:32 AM

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Likewise. Sent at 2:01 AM

When I'm there, you're not You're here, I'm caught up with my job And your clingy ex comes back a lot Then she leaves and you shoot your shot  But there's someone new I've got

The 88rising studio was where she stayed most of the time now. With the record label releasing an album with their artists, Ensley’s time was taken up by her work as she continued to produce four songs with them. 

That and her own EP took up her entire schedule, thus furthering her communication line with the Alpine driver. 

So much for a good situationship. 

“You wrote this song, Hen,” Isaac — one of the songwriters — told her with a shrug, “he lives in Milan, right? Instead of, I mean, Manhattan’s nice, why don’t you put, Milan is nice?” 

“They have good sunsets in NY,” she murmured quietly. “Look— let’s not talk about him. He’s got his business— this is mine.”

“Your EP so far shows that you’re writing about him,” Isaac replied. “By the way, you’ve got one more to write if you want to have four tracks.” 

“Eventually,” Ensley responded with a wave, her shoulders sagging before her sight moved from the screen of her laptop to the door that swung open. 

Brian walked in with a shit-eating grin, he was followed by Jackson Wang who carried, Ensley could’ve sworn, the biggest bouquet that could’ve ever existed. And just as Jackson walked towards her with a huge smile, her eyes scanned the set and the white card that contrasted with it. 

Dahlias and daisies. She never even mentioned it to anyone before.

Then she remembered a conversation she had about flower markets. She loved Los Angeles, but she couldn’t help but swoon over those Pinterest boards full of flower markets in Italy. 

She tried to romanticize her life in the UK before, but when she flew out to Milan once to see the beauty of it? Nothing could compare to Italy. She remembered telling Pierre that— how she’d kill to have the prettiest flowers in her flat that came straight from the market. 

“What kind of flowers do you like, then?” Pierre asked, amused at the sight of her swooning as she continued to squeal at the photo. 

“If I were to get my photos taken like this? Ugh,” Ensley grinned from ear to ear, “daisies? There’s just something about daisies that makes me think of I dunno… summer? I love the sun— I’m sure you can understand that. You live in Milan.”

“I do.”

“And what else? Huh… Dahlia!” Ensley exclaimed. “It’s just a nice name, no?” 

“I agree,” Pierre said thoughtfully before repeating the word, “dahlia, dahlia, dahlia… It’s a pretty name, indeed.” 

À la plus jolie fille, was intricately written on the envelope as her stomach fluttered at the name. He always called her that for whatever reason, and she eventually learned why. 

“Pretty girl,” Ensley translated the writing as she thanked Jackson, holding the bouquet before placing it down on the table. Her hand eventually grabbed onto the card and pulled out the letter. She didn’t care about her friends as they watched her expectantly. 

Her eyes remained on the letter. 

“My Collette,

This is not bought to make up for my absence, but to remind you that you are as cherished as the bright flowers in this bouquet. I hope you’re taking care of yourself, ma jolie fille.

While I cannot speak to you, I’ll continue to think about you.

XO,

Your Linguini.”

“Your— your Linguini?!” Jackson gasped from behind her, making her turn around as she watched Brian wheeze in laughter. 

The glare that she gave the two left Jackson to shut his mouth and Brian to continue his teasing. Regardless of what the singer just watched, Jackson shook himself out of his thoughts and asked, “Are you gonna text him?” 

But she already did. Long before Jackson could even comment. 

Her eyes scanned on the text message she sent Pierre, knowing full well that he wouldn’t text back a minute or so later.

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): They’re the prettiest. Thank you, Remy ❤️ Sent at 3:21 PM.

'Cause I know you've got somebody My friends say I could have anybody now that I'm somebody But I don't care if I'm nobody to you, oh

She sighed, not knowing if it was out of contention or sadness. All she was getting from him so far was mixed messages, with him having his ex in the paddock and sending the flowers.

He seemed to be happy to be around his ex, and she was still nobody to him but some person he wasn’t really in a relationship with. 

Maybe she should try to shift her attention away from him. Maybe she wouldn’t think a lot about him that way. 

And that was what she did. She stayed in London for a week or so after her other single with 88rising, La La Lost You, was released. She hung out with Will Lenney and his mates. 

She found herself sitting between Harry Lewis (or Wroetoshaw for those he didn’t know well) and Becky James. Harry was newly single and everyone tried to set him up with anyone with a pair of boobs; Ensley was sadly the newest target of their interest. 

But between the two of them, Ensley and Harry’s “not so friendly” interactions were nothing but banters. They wouldn’t hesitate to tell each other that they’d kiss each other on the mouth but they wouldn’t dare let their jokes go as far as touching each other with a ten-foot pole.

Regardless, everyone tried to root for them and getting too drunk meant trouble. Everyone saw what they wanted to see, immediately pulling their phones out to make a post or more about the two as Ensley and Harry cuddled up in the booth. 

“Why do you let the bloody idiot win, Ens?” Harry whined against the ear of the singer, ranting about Pierre as the Guernsey man continued, “I saw the tweets you know? You’re as much of a somebody as he is— don’t let the bloody cunt ruin your life.” 

“Too late, Harold,” Ensley slurred, sipping on her third sangria of the night. She and Harry didn’t even notice Becky nor their other friend Callum recording their interaction in the background, for the two of them were busy bitching to each other. “He’s ruined me- as in ruined me the moment I went to the bloody Grand Prix in Singapore. In a good way though!” 

“Ruin you in a good way,” Harry scoffed, his hand rubbing her back for comfort as he continued, “You’re writing about him. Your fuckin’ EP is all about him— it’s only reserved for those bastards who broke your heart obviously he’s one of them!” 

“No, they’re really not,” Ensley snorted, “my songs are not all about heartbreak nor friends with benefits I fall in love with.”

“Then name one song about loving then.” 

I know it's pathetic but I couldn't care less I'd wait until the stars uncross and say yes I'll always try to get you

Silence.

Harry’s drunken state continued to be a factor in his calling out as he raised a brow, “See? You’re a bad fucking liar, Ensley. You love him and you’re yearning— I can see it on your bloody face. So now you’re writing about how much he’s letting you down.”

She pouted in annoyance and slumped against his chest. Pierre didn’t even know how much she yearned for him. At the wrong time, while you’re at it. But she didn’t care. 

It’s been nearly a week since they last spoke, and their messages consist of nothing but dry responses and simple check-ins. Was it to ensure that the hope for a successful relationship remains intact or to actually make sure that they still had each other to talk to and that they hadn’t gone and talked to other people? Ensley wasn’t sure. 

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): What are we? Like… really?

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Whatever you would like us to be. And hello too?

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Hi. And really? We kept on saying that we’d be making plans but they never happened. It’s like I dunno. We’re avoiding each other because we’re always busy. 

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): I know I have to make the effort to come by sometimes, but then… How would you even the odds? I really don’t make an excuse when it comes to heading to London just to take the railways and see you.

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): I’m not even mad. I’m just saying that my time and heart are yours should they be available. Break my heart as much as you’d like but try to even out these odds— without girls trying to waste your time and mine.

The next day she had woken up with an infuriating headache. Thanks to the sangrias she had and Sambuca shots she was handed, she wasn’t able to get in touch with Pierre as early as she could.

She could, however, strangle Will and the rest of their group for posting those cutesy pictures of herself and Harry while the pair were chatting shit about whatever. Everyone now thought that they were seeing each other. 

“WroetoSoleil? Harry, I'm begging you to bag her already!!!” Said one tweet. 

“This is a sign that the friends-to-lovers trope is real.” 

“Pierre, where you at? Ensley’s being won over by W2S now!” 

“I still have some faith in Pierre and Ensley, tbh.” 

And to be honest, Ensley was still faithful to the two of them too. It’s only a matter of time before she begins to shift to someone else if neither of them makes a move. 

Well… she already made hers. It was his game to play now.

She tried to get on with her day after getting too drunk with her friend’s mates. Her flat in London was surprisingly less than dusty despite being untouched for a while. She supposed that’s what happened when she allowed Will and the other lots to occupy her place whilst she lived in LA. 

Then her attention diverted to her notes, writing down lyrics as she sipped on her homemade tea. 

She hadn’t even realized that she had Pierre muted — out of annoyance — until her phone began to go off. She peered down only to see an unknown number FaceTiming her. 

But it said Monaco at the bottom of the number. She could assume that…

“W- oi! Hello!” 

Never in my damn favour I don’t want you for later Never was much of a waiter.

She was right. It was Lando and a certain Monegasque. This number was Charles Leclerc’s and she was subjected to some bullshit that they were up to. 

“I’m ending the call—“

“Wait- no! Henny, don’t! We have to talk,” Charles started. They weren’t even close yet he called her Henny. Whatever he was trying to say, he was desperate to get it out before she could end her call. 

She sat her phone on the coffee table and crossed her arms, watching the two men scramble as they both sat down.

“We heard about what happened with you and Pierre,” Lando started. “Like how you two haven’t spoken properly and all that…?”

Ensley stared back at them, making the two sigh. They wouldn’t be able to get something out of her and so Charles went on, “He saw that picture and video of you and that guy… What's his name— Harry? Yeah, he saw it and he’s basically just… pouting and all that.”

“Long story short, there’s a lot of miscommunication going on between the two of you,” Lando cut off the Monegasque. “I know you’d never date Harry and we all know that Pierre’s not seeing his ex. The two of you right now are misunderstanding each other— just talk, please. Both of you are sulking and we’re all sick of you two being lovesick and shit.”

“It’s not that easy, you bastard,” Ensley swore, flipping off Lando as she grumbled, “Every time I’m available, he isn’t. Whenever I’m not, he’s coming around asking me to travel to Italy as if I have the money to travel with. I’m not as well off as you guys— and clearly, he isn’t making the same effort as me!” 

“How? He’s sent you a lot of flowers,” Charles pointed out. Ensley smothered her face in the cushion and screamed before she turned back to look at her screen with a grim smile.

“You’ve obviously no concept of making an effort without using a material, and it shows,” Ensley snarked.

“It’s just… he’s never asked me if he can stay over in my flat in London before,” she sighed, “it’s always me who has to adjust. I do appreciate it but at the same time… what about me? What if I can’t make it there and he’s still available? Will it stay like that? Just me hoping for some miracle that he’d come by? It’s just… I don’t know. It’s just tiring having to work hard only to end up with nada.” 

Lando and Charles shared a worried look. Clearly, they didn’t understand her side of the story until now. It wasn’t as if she was painted as a bad person— they genuinely didn’t know how she and Pierre spoke and how the duo treated each other. 

“I’m just so ready to say, ‘Yes, be my boyfriend like I’m begging’ but he’s not there all the time for me to answer it!” Ensley exclaimed in frustration, crossing her arms in annoyance as she slumped against the couch. 

“French boy—“

“I’m Monegasque—“

“Monaco boy, tell your best friend that he’s a piece of shit for making me feel like this—“ Ensley said. “God I just want to see him but at the same time I don’t—!”

“Why?”

“Because I know he wouldn’t even these odds no matter how much he wants to,” Ensley chuckled humourlessly. “I don’t even know if he wants to.”

But I’d wait on you to drink you in

Lando almost glanced in front of them, only nodding along at Ensley’s rants. Meanwhile, Charles stared at Pierre with a raised brow. 

The Frenchman sighed silently. 

He really didn’t want to mess this chance up, but it was too bad some things didn’t like to go in his favour.

Even the odds, indeed.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Hello mon amour, are you still in London? Sent at 8:21 AM.

To Pesky Pierre: Yes… why? Sent at 8:22 AM.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Are you off to somewhere else today? Sent at 8:22 AM.

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): I— why are you being so cryptic? But no, I’m just staying in. 8:23 AM.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Okay. See you in half an hour :)

When I'm there you should, I don't know, like, call up your boss Probably take the day off Maybe we could change the odds!

Ensley Zara Soleil was never the one for surprises. She loathed them so bad. 

But if surprises came in the form of an Alpine driver often then she was willing to welcome it with open arms. Pierre Gasly stood in front of her flat with a bouquet of dahlias and daisies in hand, his smile brightening her day immediately as Ensley smiled like a fool. 

She’s never felt this great over a man for a long time.

“I’m here to even the odds,” Pierre told her with a grin before it fell into a serious expression as he said, “I’m really sorry if I haven’t tried to do it before. I was the one who pursued you first and I should’ve tried harder—“

“Shh…”

“Pardon?” Pierre gave Ensley a puzzled look. 

And rather than telling to shush once more, Ensley gave him a wide grin and took the bouquet from his hand. The confused look remained on Pierre’s face for a brief moment as she inhaled the scent of the flowers. 

“You’re here now, P,” Ensley told him. “I was wondering what you meant by your text but I’ve been expecting you… for a good while.”

Pierre’s confusion was replaced by a wide smile, pushing his shoulders back as he said, “So… where can I start?” 

Ensley smiled and stepped aside, allowing him to enter her flat as she said, “Come in and have a cuppa. We’ve got a lot of things to catch-up on.” 

Don't care how long it takes,  My heart is yours to break I'm never giving up against all odds

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Happy Monday fandom :) I love these episodes for them. I know they’re not always a fan favorite but I adore them. Just for the Chenford content alone. The married moments, the touching, the sassy banter. What’s not to love? Just like I did for 3x07 I’ll just be analyzing their moments in this ep. Since they’re disconnected from rest of group for most part. Let's get going shall we?

4x16 Real Crime

Sunshine x Grumpy at it's absolute finest kicking this episode off. Lucy is so jazzed to be back. Her little foot kick after she asks how they are? I cannot. She’s so cute. Tim is already over it from the moment his sexy ass hits that chair. It’s so friggin funny. Our king of expressions is on one in this ep. Tim judges Lucy the entire time with serious sass throw in. Their banter mode is on right away and never turns off. We start off with them asking Tim if he saw the last one? Of course he didn't...

Why would he? The only way he would watch it is if Lucy forced him to. haha Lucy rolling her eyes at his answer but with a hint of fondness. She loves her grumpy old man so much. The married train has officially left the station. All aboard. The ride is gonna be hilarious. Tim gets them back on track saying they were first responders to the scene. Tim notes how frustrating it was with all the cameras and coverage nobody saw anything. Nothing useful for the investigation. I mean that is ridiculous tbh. I'm with him on that one.

Lucy tries to add colorful sound bites and Tim is judging her so damn hard. The amount of sass in that second gif. He was not about that line at all. Like who are you right now? Their mini fight in front of the interviewer I’m dying. ‘Why are you SO happy?’ 'I'm being colorful!' LMFAO Lucy defends why she’s doing this and Tim can’t believe it. The bickering in hushed tones is too funny. Like a true couple. Lucy imitating a wife scolding her husband while defending herself.

God I love these idiots sfm. Naturally this is the last thing Tim wants to be doing. The shake of his head above is one of many to come. We all know he would much rather be out on the streets than dealing with this circus. Lucy going the opposite direction. Wanting to get them as many segments as possible We all know the less he's in this the better for him. He barely wants to be in the amount he's in now. heh

This next section is one of my faves. First off I love and commend Lucy’s confidence to just rap in public. I adore her so very much. She couldn’t be cuter in this episode if she tried. Of course she has a karaoke jam I adore her. She is more than happy to share this info. We’ve talked about Eric’s comedic timing. He is absolute gold in this.

His reactions from start to finish are what make this portion so amusing. Goes from 'Huh?' to 'WTF is happening?' It's so funny every time I watch it. Tim doesn't need to say anything. His facial expressions say it all. The sheer amount of judgement he is throwing her way is immense. This is the woman you’ve chosen to love Timothy LOL

Lucy is in her own world as she jams this out. Tim is next her with all the judgment he can muster. These moments are one of the many reasons why he loves her though. Just being 100 percent herself no shame in the game. We know it’s these types of goobery scenes that he actually enjoys from her. She looks so joyful and happy when she turns to sing at him. Then she see's his reaction.... Prompting the iconic line below that always makes me laugh.

Tim’s confusion of her rapping is everything I have to say. I think she’s partly trying to impress him with her rapping skills. He doesn’t give her anything though. LOL They’re so cute I might burst. The marriage moment to end this scene is the best. ‘Can I be interviewed alone? ‘ LMFAO. She is already over his grumpy ass and I’m laughing so hard. Eric and Melissa play off each other so well. It’s a delight to watch them. They have so much chemistry just sitting next to one another. It''s unreal.

We flit back to them talking about Aaron’s father’s musical partner. Tim delivers a ‘colorful’ sound bit of his own. Lucy is beaming with pride. So much so she has to say to make sure it's noted. Interrupting to heap on that praise. Then casually touches his arm. Not a short touch either. It's 4 seconds. Yes I counted heh She lingers. I love watching Tim get all fidgety and hot under the collar after she does this.

Wringing his hands to shake off the feelings washing over him. Trying not to have his feelings recorded for this documentary. Too late... It’s so cute because one he clearly got a little contact high off that touch. Two she just complimented him publicly with the proudest look on her face. He is riding high ha Look at her. That is proud wifey mode right there. Especially after he thanks her for the compliment.

She tries to put herself back in check but is brimming with giddiness. It's adorable. I cannot with these two. *heart clutch* Be more in love please. It's one of those 'Everyone knows but them moments.' He’s also just so cute when he says ‘Thanks..’ haha Oh my Timothy you are so out of your depth with this documentary. But so adorable I wanna squeeze you. Part me of thinks he was trying to get into this for Lucy. Impress her a little with his quote. Mission accomplished sir. Your girl was very proud. Love these idiots in love so much.

Their chemistry is so palpable in these scenes. They're asked a question about the knife in Aaron's kitchen. Saying his DNA was all over the murder weapon. Well duh....Lucy slams the interviewer hard with some solid logic and sass. They're trying to implicate Aaron for having DNA all over the knife in his kitchen... Lucy absolutely destroys this guy's stupid question. Then starts to feel bad afterwards. Checks in with hubby and asks if that was too mean?

Lucy couldn't be cuter turning to her person for feedback. Her immediate reaction to do so getting me all in the feels. I adore him backing her like he does. She looks to him for reassurance and he gives it to her in spades. Saying no that it actually felt good. To be able to stick it to them a bit. You know he is proud of her for doing so. Instead of doing an evocative soundbite she knocked them down a peg. He didn't need to help her in the dept. But the support one? Nailed it.

I love her proud and smug face when he says it was a dumb question. Careful Lucy your feelings are showing my love. Look at her in that first gif. She a ten but crap at hiding her feelings. The second gif is that same look she always gets when he compliments her. *sigh* I just love them. He backs her so fiercely here and Lucy is so ecstatic with his reply. It’s all over her face especially in the last one. That smug smile when he validates her is everything fo her. Basically saying my hubby says I'm right so that means I am haha

Tag team of smug righteousness and it’s amazing. He is oozing proudness in this moment for her. He followed it up with having her back and she’s a happy girl. Let’s not forget the gloriousness that is Tim’s biceps and forearms out on display. Mmm defending his girl and his arms are crossed? Pass the ice water imma need it. This man is deliciously fit and I too am a happy girl in this moment.

The case leads them to a woman named Colette who was brought home to their apt that same night. She had a controlling BF that was never questioned. Cue back to Lucy and Tim. Lucy explaining how a group of internet sleuths found him. How they spent countless hours investigating Aaron’s case. Tim notes this group also pointed the finger at a lot of innocent people ruining their lives… Lucy comments some of the members went little too far.... That's putting it lightly. lol

It’s here the interviewer reveals a prominent poster named ‘truecrimejunkie.’ Implying it’s Lucy who posts under that name. The amount of sass Tim is throwing her way is hysterical. I'm laughing so very hard. Tim’s reaction is the best part of this whole scene. It’s the intense stare down he does. This episode has me laughing from beginning to end. The way he fully turns to her is hilarious. Making fun of his wife with just a look. Lucy stumbling around for words and coming up short.

That moment when your husband finds out about your secret internet life LOL Lucy could not be more embarrassed. Stuttering trying to defend herself to Tim. It’s so funny. It finishes off with Tim’s ‘Seriously?’ Eric and Melissa are a god damn treasure. We are so lucky to have them. It's truly mind blowing the chemistry these two have just with their banter alone. What makes these episodes so very good with their segments. They are the best part with their back and forth. I love this episode for them. I defy you not to laugh or smile with this one.

It comes out Aaron’s mom was in Paris the day Patrick was murdered. Lucy gets all hyped up when they ask what they thought of this? The true crime junkie in her coming out. Saying what a game changer it was. Tim brings her back down to earth with his reply. Lucy doing her cute ‘Well yeah…’

Tim shaking his head. Not at her but this whole documentary. He hates the feelings/people being exploited in this whole thing. Doesn’t sit well with him at all. Once again proving Tim is just a good man on the daily. Not trying to impress anyone with it. It's just who he is as person. His integrity deeply ingrained in him.

Unlike the clown. He's not even in this one but I had to point this out and take a shot. lol Also let's not ignore the GLORIOUS forearm/bicep porn here. My god it's a miracle his work shirt contains those guns of his. Bursting at the seams with muscled goodness. I’m here for it. He could bench press me any day. I'm available is all I'm saying...

We cut back to Tim and Lucy talking about the case being closed. They have their killer finally. Aaron has been exonerated in the process. She starts on another ‘colorful’ bit and stops herself. Rubbing her tattoo feeling how wrong this is. The way she stops herself mid sentence knowing this. Tim jumping in saying ‘Feels gross doesn’t it?’ She agrees and says 'Yeah.'

Look at Lucy growing in this documentary at the end. No longer wanting to do 'colorful' sound bites to get them more time. Being much more focused on respecting those involved. Her ending statement is much better than her potential ‘juicy sound bite’ Look at our babies still growing. I love this episode. So nice to have after a clown fueled previous ep.

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Side notes non-Chenford

Everyone is funny on these types of episodes. Always enjoy their bits. Especially Harper haha

Patrick’s dad coming to apologize to Aaron was a really nice way to close that chapter of his life. Was very sweet.

Thank you as always to those who like, comment and reblog. I appreciate you all more than you’ll ever know. See you all in 4x17 :)

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting for s6 #winter rewatch #s4 #4x16 Real Crime #the rookie 4x16 #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #op: some things matter more. #otp: you did good #otp: you're nothing like him. #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #the rookie #tim bradford x lucy chen

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Could you do a shiv hurt x comfort fic where shiv and reader are having a “no strings attached” , “no emotions” affair but she finds herself upset and going to the reader for comfort one night (maybe after the Tom betrayal or her conversation with Caroline in ep 8)? And the reader’s care/support makes Shiv realise her feelings for the reader run deeper than she thought. Love your writing btw!!!

the one to break first — shiv roy x gn!reader

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in the aftermath of a brutal betrayal, shiv turns to you for comfort

word count: 1.1k

contains: mentions of sex, angst, a very sad shiv roy, fluffy ending

disclaimer: i do not proofread my work so please excuse any grammatical errors! i hope you enjoyed & i hope that i did shiv justice since it was my first time writing for her :)

Shiv Roy was practical.

So practical that you wouldn’t have been surprised if a written contract appeared in your hands, laying out the terms and conditions of your affair.

“Emotions make things messy,” you remember her saying. “Why not just enjoy the good parts of the relationship? No strings attached.”

Not that you minded. In some senses, you agreed with her — being able to experience all of that passion and intensity with no obligations was a dream come true. You never thought of yourself as the type to get involved with a friends with benefits situation but here you were.

You always assumed that you’d be the one to break first. There was no denying the fact that Shiv was as beautiful as she was charming and it didn’t seem like too much of a stretch to consider the possibility that would would fall for her. You had run the conversation in your head about a million times and it always went the same way.

“I just— I need more,” you would always picture yourself saying. “I need more of you, Shiv.”

But you never actually told her this. Shiv was so strong and her exterior so tough, you feared that she would see you as weak, desperate even, if you explained how you really felt. In your worse case scenarios she would laugh in your face.

So, you tried to enjoy the physicality of the relationship (which wasn’t difficult), suppressing all feelings of desire for deeper connection. And that especially wasn’t difficult to do when Shiv was whisking you away to different destinations each weekend, referring to you as her personal assistant.

This weekend had featured a getaway to Tuscany for her mother’s wedding and between the wine, the excellent food, and the make-out sessions in her villa, you couldn’t have been happier. But it was clear that Shiv wasn’t feeling like herself.

Normally you would talk a bit before getting down to business, but she didn’t even bother with more than a few words before her tongue was fighting with yours. You could tell that something was wrong, but she was very clear about the terms and conditions. No emotions. No strings attached. She seemed content taking whatever was frustrating her out on you in the bedroom and frankly, you didn’t mind.

It wasn’t until one evening when you realized that something was really, truly bothering her.

You were reading in your room, just about to turn off the light when you heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s me.”

Shiv’s voice was shaky, something that you had never witnessed before. This wasn’t just another late night sexual encounter.

You crawled out of bed and opened the door to find a clearly distressed Shiv standing in front of you.

“Oh, fuck, you were just getting ready for bed weren’t you?”

“No! No, it’s okay,” you assured her. “Are you alright?”

“Honestly, no. Pretty fucking far from it actually. I just…I know we said no emotions or whatever but I just really need to talk to someone right now,” she said. “But you can totally say no if you’re getting ready for bed or whatever. I know you didn’t sign up to carry my emotional baggage.”

You frowned. It was clear that this was a woman who didn’t have people in her life who were willing to comfort her. Simply listening to what she had to say was the least that you could do.

You walked back to the bed and sat down, patting the spot next to you. Shiv took off her shoes and joined you. This wasn’t the first time that the two of you had shared a bed, but this time it felt different. More intimate.

“So, what happened?” you asked. “Or you don’t need to tell me exactly what if you don’t want to—“

“It’s Tom,” she said.

“Tom?”

Your first instinct was to assume that he was having an affair, but Shiv was doing the same thing. There’s no way that she’d be this upset over Tom sleeping with someone else.

Shiv sighed. “It’s…it’s a long story. My dad was going to sell Waystar to GoJo, you know the tech startup? Lukas Matsson?”

You shook your head. You stayed out of Shiv’s business and you didn’t follow the industry very closely. It was rare that you were familiar with the companies and individuals who she dealt with on a day to day basis.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “Anyways, there’s this clause in my parents’ divorce agreement. It gives me and my siblings a vote if there’s any sort of shift in company control. So, we decide to oppose the sale. I told Tom that we were going to go through with it and by the time we got to my dad’s place he had renegotiated the fucking agreement.”

“You don’t think that Tom…” you began.

Shiv let out an exasperated chuckle before running her hands through her hair.

“He was there, Y/N. He was there before we were. Nobody else could’ve told my dad that we were coming.”

“Shiv, I’m so sorry,” you placed a hand on her back, half expecting her to make you take it off.

“It’s just, fuck,” a tear began to roll down her cheek. “I know our marriage isn’t fucking perfect. Half the time it was like we weren’t even on the same goddamn planet. But I don’t know what I did to deserve this. He betrayed me. You take marriage vows against this stuff, you know?”

As reached out to wipe the tear away from her cheek, you thought that you detected a small smile cross her lips.

“You didn’t do anything to deserve it, Shiv. Okay? This was all Tom. He did this for his own selfish reasons.”

Just as you were about to move your hand, she reached out and held it there, your palm now pressed to her cheek.

“Fuck Tom,” you said more firmly this time. “You don’t deserve this.”

Shiv’s small smile became more apparent as she grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“Can I stay here tonight?” she asked.

You nodded. “You can always stay with me, Shiv.”

Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep, your arms around Shiv. Normally you found yourselves on opposite ends of the bed, but tonight she couldn’t help but wish that you held her like this every night. She needed more of you, every single emotion. And in that moment, she knew that she was going to tell you that in the morning.

She was going to be the one to break first.

#succession #shiv roy #shiv roy x reader #succession fic

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 2. Winter

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Chapter Summary: Tito injures his wrist in the first game of 2024, he’s out for 6-8 weeks and then his car breaks down. He thinks maybe he’s cursed. Evie becomes a shoulder to lean on. Barzy gets suspicious.

A/N: You can refer to cover page for the series summary, author's notes, tropes, general warnings and other fun tidbits. This series contains mature themes. Minors DNI. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team.

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I. Winter

Evie — December 31

In the past few days, her text chain with Tito has settled into a nice rhythm. At first, it was a couple of texts a day: when one of them saw a funny Instagram post or reel, they would send it to the other. 

Things changed on Friday when she broke her usual routine of curling up on her couch with a blanket and book and instead found herself watching Tito's game. Her book lay untouched in her lap as her eyes tracked number 91 across the ice. After the game, she stayed up later than she meant to, eagerly picking up her phone every time it vibrated with a new text from Tito.

So, she concluded, I watch hockey now.

Which is why Evie ends up being late for the New Year’s party that Kelsey had invited her to. She couldn’t bear to leave when she had planned to, watching as the score kept ratcheting up for the wrong team. Her stomach curled every time Tito’s frustrated face is shown. 

To Tito 🌞🏒: i’m sorry about the loss, tito. fucking sucks. i hope you’ll still try to enjoy your new year’s eve?

By the time she gets to the party, she’s glad she can slip in among the partygoers without much fuss; everyone’s already a little tipsy on champagne. She knows she keeps pulling out her phone to check her notifications, but she can only hope she doesn't seem too rude.

It’s almost 11:30 pm when her phone buzzes, and she’s surprised to see it’s an incoming call and not a text. She slips out to the balcony as she connects the call.

Tito’s voice comes through too loud, “Evie!”

She laughs, “Hi, Tito. You good?”

“Yeah, you said I should enjoy my New Year’s Eve, so I went out with some of the guys,” he says, his words slurring ever so slightly. Evie can hear the background noise dim through the phone as if he had also stepped outside.

“New Year’s Eve in Dallas; you living it up?”

He laughs, “Dickie’s taken us to some fancy bar he used to go to. There’s a bunch of the Stars guys here too. Not that I really want to see them right now,” he groans.

“God, yeah. I saw, I’m sorry. That was a rough way to end the year.”

“Yeah, well…” He clears his throat and tries to inject some levity into his voice, “I don’t want to think about that right now. We’re trying to have fun, right? What're you up to?”

“Kelsey— my coworker— she’s also friends with Leanne— she invited me to a party. I’m at someone’s penthouse apartment. I have no idea whose. It’s pretty cool, though— Great view. There’s a lot of people, actually.”

Tito whistles. “A lot of choices for a midnight kiss then, eh?”

“I guess?” she laughs. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not that much,” he says unconvincingly. Evie can picture him scrunching his face at his own blatant lie.

“Okay,” she laughs, “I’ll have to let you go back then. Get some more champagne in you.”

“Nah,” he whines a little. “No midnight kisses in there. Fuck! I’m going to be even more unlucky next year if I don’t get a kiss.”

It startles a laugh out of her. “Anthony, buddy, I don’t think that’s a thing,” she chuckles, shaking her head.

He hums and doesn’t say anything else.

“Are you making friends at least?” she asks.

“Eh… more like passing time. A party’s a party, right?” 

“Come on, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“They’re not!” he says a little too loud before repeating himself, “They’re not bad. That isn't what I meant. I just… I don’t know. I don’t really know if we’re friends, so much, just teammates.”

Evie softens. “Jason and Alandra were nice. They seemed to be trying to be your friend, at least. I bet he had to drag you out tonight.” 

“Yeah, he’s cool. It’s just—” He groans. “I think we’re both a little too drunk to try to figure out the difference between a buddy in the league who I’ll spend a couple of months playing with and will almost never talk to again and a friend.”

Leanne catches her eye through the glass and raises an eyebrow in question. Evie sends a small smile back. 

“It’s tough, Tito, to move around. I’m sorry this year has been so fucked for you as well.” She sighs. “Listen, I gotta get back inside. Leanne's making weird faces at me. And you should go back inside, too.”

She hears Tito suck in a shallow breath, voice once again full of false cheer, “Of course, of course. Shit, sorry for being a fucking downer. I promise I’ll go back inside and have a good time.”

“Have fun, dude. You’re a hot professional athlete at a fancy bar on New Year’s Eve. I think you’re not going to have any trouble finding someone to kiss at midnight.”

“You think I’m hot?” his voice genuinely lightens; she could hear the smile lighting up his face.

“Goodnight, Tito,” she laughs pointedly, “Happy New Year.”

She hears him finally let out another genuine laugh, a sound that warms her despite the cold Chicago air, “Happy New Year, Evie. I’m really glad we reconnected last week. It’s nice to have a friend in the city.”

And with that, they hang up, and she slips back into the throng of party-goers. She doesn’t get far before Leanne catches her elbow.

“What was that?” Leanne asks, handing over a new champagne glass.

“Oh. It was Tito.”

Leanne’s eyebrows immediately jump. “Oh yeah? You guys are calling now?”

“I mean, I guess? That’s the first time we’ve called so,” she shrugs.

“Mhmm,” Leanne hums, clearly unconvinced, a smirk lacing her lips.

Evie bumps her shoulder. “Oh, shut up. His team just lost 8-1 on New Year’s Eve. It fucking sucked. Cut him some slack.”

“Yikes. Okay, in the spirit of the season, I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Evie laughs and rolls her eyes, letting herself relax into the drink and the rhythm of the people celebrating around her.

Evie — January 2

To Tito 🌞🏒: shit, just saw the hit. are you okay?!!

Evie sits on her couch and stares at her silent phone, her knee bouncing. She hasn’t been able to sit still since she saw the hit, and it just got worse with each replay, so she turned her TV off. But now, she's just sitting in unsettling silence— I’m not entirely sure that this is better.

She checks her phone again. It has been 15 minutes since she watched Tito skate himself off the ice, clutching his left arm. She calms herself with the thought that his silence doesn’t mean there’s something very wrong; if they were running tests, it might just take a while before he sees his phone. 

She decides to make a cup of tea and pick up her book again. It makes her feel a little settled, but not enough, as she’s still checking her phone every few seconds. If she’s honest, she's just reading the same page over and over.

Finally, an hour later, her phone lights up, and she picks it up so fast it almost flies out of her hand.

Tito 🌞🏒: doc says it’s probably broken. they’ve immobilized it but i have to come home for more tests.

“Shit,” she says to her empty apartment, hitting Dial on her phone. She fiddles with a loose thread on her shorts as the call tone rings before she finally hears the click of Tito picking up.

“Tito,” she says too loud, leaping up from her couch. Her book crashes to the floor, startling her; she sits back down in embarrassment.

“Hey,” his voice sounds tired.

“Hey,” she responds, voice gentler, “Shit, I’m so sorry about your wrist, Tito.”

He sighs, “Yeah. It was so fucking stupid. I shouldn’t’ve had my hand like that there.”

“Hey! Dude, no. This is not your fault. And maybe it’s not the other guy's fault, either. But it’s definitely not your fault. How many times have you done the exact same thing and not been hurt? It’s not your fault.”

Tito’s silent for a bit; she listens to the jagged ins and outs of this breath. Eventually, with a voice so quiet, she’s only able to hear him due to the utter silence in her apartment: “Yeah, I guess. Thanks.”

She feels a lump form in her throat and tries to clear it away. “You said they’re sending you home?”

“Yeah. It’s definitely broken, so I won’t be playing for a while. It’s probably too late for a flight tonight, so I’m probably going to be on an early one tomorrow.”

They're both silent for a moment, letting that hang in the air.

“Can I pick you up from the airport?”

“You really don’t have to do that. The team’ll pay for a Lyft.”

“Are you going to be on pain meds?”

“Yeah. I’m already feeling it, to be honest,” Tito says with a light laugh.

“Are they sending you back alone?”

“Yeah, it isn't a concussion, so I don’t need supervision.”

“Okay. Then, I would like to pick you up if that’s okay.”

“I—” He pauses for a long time, breaths getting heavier. When he continues talking, his voice comes through thick, “I really don’t want to put you out, but if you’re offering, I would really like that.”

“Well, I'm offering, so I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me the deets?”

“Yeah.” She feels something in her chest loosen. “And Evie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

She chuckles, “No problem. Text me. And try to have a good sleep.”

“You too,” he whispers, pausing before hanging up.

Putting her phone down on the coffee table, she lets out a shaky breath.

Evie — January 3

“Are you sure you want me to drop you off at yours?” Evie asks, looking over to Tito in her passenger seat. His curls poke out under the hood of his sweater, and his skin looks pale and clammy. His usually bright blue eyes are dulled, shadowy smudges betraying his lack of sleep. 

He sends her a soft smile before closing his eyes and leaning back against the headrest. “Yes, please.” His voice sounded as tired as he looked.

“Okay.” 

Evie reaches over and gives his good hand a light squeeze before pulling away from the airport. She keeps the drive to his apartment quiet, and she's surprised that she feels less tense than on her drive to O’Hare despite the silence. 

Every so often, she peeks over at Tito, cradling his wrist, eyes closed, and face carefully neutral. She doesn’t feel good about leaving him alone in his apartment, but she also knows that they haven’t known each other long enough for her to insist.

Half an hour later, she pulls into the entrance of a very fancy-looking apartment building in the center of Downtown Chicago. The doorman helps them unload Tito’s suitcase and drags it into the lobby for him. 

Too soon, they're left standing at the curb.

“Thank you so much,” Tito says, his tired eyes warming a little as he regards her.

“It’s absolutely no problem. Please let me know if you need any help, okay? I make my own hours and work from home for a reason. Call me anytime.”

His smile broadens. “Seriously, Evie. Thank you. You didn’t have to come get me.”

“I know. I wanted to.”

Tito leans in for a hug that Evie reciprocates, careful to avoid his broken hand. They stay connected for a few seconds longer than normal, but neither complains.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be then,” Evie says after they disconnect, stepping into her car with a nod.

Tito remains at the curb, one hand in a sling, the other reaching up for a wave as she pulls away. His figure stays in her rearview until she turns the corner.

Tito — January 11

The days that follow the injury become monotonous quickly. Tito wakes up. He does his morning routine. He takes his pain meds. He rides with Foligno and Bedard into the training facility. He gets poked at by some doctors and told to not do anything with his hand. He rides the bike by himself while everyone else gets to skate. He avoids Bedsy angrily pouting in the hallways; not his rookie, not his problem. He goes home and sits on his couch, just clicking play on whatever comes up on Netflix. He eats his microwavable frozen meal plan. He watches the team drop three of four games. He sleeps. 

Rinse and repeat. 

It has only been a week, and he's close to losing his mind already. The only bright spots are his ongoing text conversation with Evie, and his daily FaceTime calls with Barz. The boxes still sit unopened in the corner; well, at least he has a good excuse now. 

Today was meant to be a break in the monotony. While the team is on a short road trip, Tito’s schedule is a little different. No one ever talks about how uncomfortable it is to drive with a broken wrist. The facility is only 15 minutes away, so he figures that he’ll go in to see the trainers and maybe do some grocery shopping afterward. 

The plan was going quite well until he noticed that he had a flat tire on his way to the grocery store. 

He pulls over to the side of the road and just sits there for a minute, fighting the urge to cry. He rests his forehead on the steering wheel, letting out a small scream before he gets out to assess the damage. He mutters a few choice swears when he eventually finds the big nail in his tire. 

He pulls out his phone and texts Evie while he returns to the driver's seat.

To evie 🧁: i told you my year would be unlucky [attachment: photo of his flat tire]

He starts looking for the roadside assistance card, but since it's a new rental, he’s still frustratedly fumbling around when his phone rings.

“Hello?” he answers, not even looking at his phone.

“Tito, what’s going on?”

He pauses his rustling, surprised to hear Evie’s warm voice pouring through the sound system. The familiarity of the French immediately relaxes him. He sighs.

“Oh, um. I was driving to the store. And I just realized the tire was flat. I think the hole has been there for a while, but because of the wrist and stuff, I hadn’t driven since before the roadie.”

“Shit. That’s annoying. Where are you? You wanna drop me a pin or something. I can help you change your tire; you definitely can’t do it with a broken wrist.”

He pauses, surprised by the offer. “Oh! Um… I was just going to call roadside assistance. If I can just find the card…”

“Don’t be stupid. That’s gonna take ages. If you’re close by, I can come help.”

“Um… Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” she huffs, “I could use a break from the computer anyway. I’ll grab my coat and keys.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m probably not far away because I just left the training center like 5 minutes ago.”

“Sweet, no problem. Drop me a pin, and I’ll be right there.”

In less than 10 minutes, Evie is stepping out of her car in her wool coat, leather gloves, and an oversized winter scarf that cocoons her up to her nose. She smiles and waves as she jogs over to give him a tight hug. Whatever tension was left in his body from the long week drains from his body as her arms wrap tightly around him. 

They remain connected for a few seconds, his face buried in the mess of scarf and hair around her neck; her perfume fills his lungs with warmth despite the cold Chicago winter air.

“Thanks again for coming.”

“Stop thanking me. My god.” She exaggeratedly rolls her eyes as they finally separate. She starts getting all the tools as she says, “I want to help the city’s best winger. It’s a public service. I’ll forward the bill to the owner. Or maybe even the mayor.”

It startles a laugh out of him, relaxed by her light-heartedness. He realizes that he has been kind of down recently, only leaving his apartment for meetings with trainers. 

“Well, I hope you’ll charge them a fair rate, considering the express service surcharge. You did get here very quickly.”

She nods mock-sternly, “Yes, of course.”

With all the necessary tools laid out next to her, she bends down to begin jacking up the car. He fishes out his snow jacket from the trunk and hands it to her. 

“Here. So you don’t have to kneel on the ground.”

She smiles up at him from where she’s knelt, “Thanks.”

The rest of the tire change happens in silence; Tito’s content to let her focus on what she’s doing. He watches intently and doesn't want to acknowledge his embarrassment that, at 26 years old, he still doesn't know how to change a tire. 

As she’s working, it starts to snow lightly. The flakes stand out against her glossy coffee-dark hair that has fallen to curtain her face, and Tito resists the urge to brush it back so she can see better in the overcast dimness. He stuffs his hands in his pockets to have something to do with them.

When she’s done a short while later, she spins around, still kneeling, beaming up at him with pride as she sings, “Voila!” 

At that moment, as she sparkles up at him, their eyes meet, and a snowflake catches on her eyelashes. It hits him square in the chest; this might be the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. The realization knocks into him so unexpectedly that he has to fight through the tightness in his throat to exclaim back in excitement.

“Awesome!” he strains.

“Yep!” Her voice is bright and melodic as she turns back to lower the car. “It’s all done. You’re going to need to get this tire patched or something at a shop, though, and—”

She continues to explain some important details that are totally lost on him as he tries to quash the twisting of his guts. She is indeed beautiful, engaging, and scarily competent, but none of that matters. 

None of that matters because his stay in Chicago is temporary. So he takes that feeling and shoves it down deep. But, he hopes that a transient athlete who is, as it turns out, not very good at his job will adequately fulfill the role of Good Friend.

Being a good friend is something he can do. 

Being a good friend is something he’s good at.

“— groceries for dinner, if you want?” 

He tunes back in just in time to catch the end of what she's saying. Maybe he should also retract the previous statement about being a good friend.

“Um, I’m sorry. I’m feeling kinda out of it. What was the question?”

She laughs and squeezes his elbow sympathetically. “Tito, it’s okay. You’re kinda pale right now. Like, you look like you’re gonna be sick. Look, I know you said you were going to the grocery store, but I really don’t think you should be driving and stuff right now. I’ve got plenty of food at mine. I was probably going to cook pasta or something tonight. Just come over and hang out? It’ll make me feel better.”

He mulls it over, and the dull throbbing in his wrist convinces him to nod. It does sound much better than what he had been doing this past week.

So they do just that. Tito isn't complaining: not about the delicious home-cooked meal or watching B99 again. He didn’t realize he was waiting to watch it with her. They find themselves pausing the show numerous times just to chat about something the show brings up: a memory from childhood, something from her life in Toronto or his life in New York, or just a passionate opinion that they have. 

He's burrowed deep into the opposite end of her couch with the latest cup of tea she has made him, feeling more at home than he has in over a month when he discovers the time is so much later than he thought.

“Oh crap, it’s past 10 pm. I really should get going,” Tito says, finally sitting up.

“Shit, I didn’t even see that,” she laughs. Evie looks out the window. “You know. It’s really late, you’re on pain meds, and the roads look kinda slippery with the new snow. Why don’t you just stay here? This couch actually has a really comfy pull-out bed— my brother Will said so anyway when he visited.”

“Oh,” he pauses, comfortable and heavy-limbed but uncertain, “I don’t really have anything with me.”

“That should be okay. I’ve got a bunch of extra toiletries and some of Brandy and Will’s clothes.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, if that’s really okay with you, I’d love to not have to drive home with my wrist. It sucks.”

“Of course,” she smiles, reaching over and squeezing his knee before standing up and walking into her bedroom.

He figures he should help, so he moves the warm fuzzy blanket she had over her legs and the throw pillows to the corner of the room. He clears the tea mugs that litter the coffee table before pushing it back. He’s inspecting the couch for the pull-out function when Evie returns with a small pile of sheets and clothes and a few pillows.

“Oh, thanks for clearing the space!” She smiles at him brightly. “So, I found you a T-shirt and some sweatpants. There are spare toiletries under the sink.”

“Thanks. You’re truly the best.”

“You are so right,” she winks, laughing softly. 

They put together the couch-bed in tandem, and both take turns getting ready for sleep. Eventually, Evie, in her pajamas, bids him goodnight warmly before shutting her bedroom door, and he's left lying on the pull-out bed looking around at the living room, lit only by the city lights streaming through with big windows. 

Tito — January 19

“Wait, so you’re telling me you’ve been replacing me with this girl, and you haven’t even bothered to introduce us?”

“Okay, Barz, that’s a little dramatic. I have not been replacing you.” Tito desperately pleads with his eyes for Mat to stop talking so loud in this somewhat nice Italian restaurant he and Evie had discovered a few nights ago.

“No, seriously. Why didn’t you invite her? You should invite her. You know what? I’ll do it. Hand me your phone—” Mat makes a desperate grab for Tito’s phone that was sitting face down on the table. 

Tito puts his hand on it and whispers. “Dude, stop it. I’d like to come back here again sometime. The food’s actually so good.”

Mat grins and wiggles his eyebrows, “Oooh, come back here again, like on a date with Evie?” he says, dragging out her name in a suggestive tone.

“No, Barz. Not a date. We’ve been over this. We’re just hanging out- like you and me. We’re friends. That’s it. Neither of us even wants to date right now anyway.”

“Okay, bud. If you say so.” Mat rolls his eyes while taking a sip of his wine. “So, you’re saying if you were both open to dating, you’d be interested.”

“No— Well—” Tito pauses and sighs. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. And it’s not what’s happening, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, come on, Beau. I’ve known you for ages, dude. There is no way— you’re telling me that you’ve seen her almost every single day, for most of the day, this whole month, and you haven’t even thought about it?”

Tito sighs pointedly, clenching his jaw. “Yes. I haven’t thought about it. Because there’s nothing to think about. We text. We hang out. We watch TV and eat food. We—” He cuts himself off abruptly. He knows if he mentions the sleepovers, even though he's always on the pull-out couch, Mat will take it the wrong way. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I get to see you, like, twice during the season. I want to hear all your dumb stories.”

Mat eyes him skeptically but eventually relents. “My stories aren’t dumb. But okay. So, last week…” he excitedly recounts.

The night returns to a familiar rhythm. He misses this: the easy conversation with a guy who’s known you for ten years. There are no awkward lulls or having to explain a joke or backstory. It’s just comfortable, and it feels like home: a warmth burrowed deep in his chest. 

There’s a gaping vacancy that gnaws at him later when he’s lying in his own bed, unable to sleep. It’s almost as if Mat took that feeling of home with him when he gave him a lingering hug goodbye, squeezing Tito so hard it hurt a little.

He stares at the ceiling and thinks about how his favorite sleep shirt— one of his early Islanders t-shirts with a 72 on it— was still at Evie’s apartment. He also thinks about the hoodie that he left there.

The team's about to head on an extended roadie while he remains behind, doing not much. He hates it when he’s the one left behind watching the team play without him. That’s the thing with professional sports. You’re around a team all day, every day, for most of the year. You know everything about everyone. You’re almost never alone. Which makes it all the more stark when you’re with a new group of faces. Or when you’re suddenly stuck at home, injured, and alone.

He leans over and picks up his phone, the sudden brightness of the screen making him squint. 

To evie 🧁 : hey, so on second thought, if the offer still stands, i’d like to stay over this week? totally okay if you changed your mind. just figured it’d be nice to have some company, and you’re much closer to the rink. To evie 🧁: and you still have my favorite hoodie. i want it back.

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Friends [Steve Harrington]

Steve Harrington x chubby reader

Warning: Fat shaming, Insecurities, eating problems, angst, season 1 last ep spoilers!

You didn't know if you and Steve were still friends after he embarrassed you when you confessed to you. He made you not want to eat, cover yourself with baggy clothes, and made you insecure about yourself after you told him how you felt. So, are you two still friends?

Next part -> (Coming soon)

You weren't sure if you were jealous or happy for Steve.

Steve told you he started dating Nancy Wheeler and you were happy for him. Or so you thought.

You didn't want to admit you were in love with Steve Harrington after what he had done to you. He rejected you infront of his friends and made fun of your weight. "I would be so embarrassed to be with someone your size." He said. They all had a good laugh while saying, "You thought he would ever have a chance with a girl like you? I mean, look at you!"

"You are so fat, god"

"Just forget about being in love [Last], no one wants to be with someone like you."

You felt humiliated and you started to hate your body. You would stop eating food, but you'd end up back again eating food because it was the only thing that really brought you comfort.

You started to wear longer and bigger cardigans to try and cover yourself. You started to distance yourself from Steve. He only really talked to you for a class you two shared if he needed help. He never apologized for what he did. You wish he had. You thought your friendship scene in 5th grade meant everything to him as much as it meant to you. But apparently, only for you it was everything.

You started to hang out with Jonathan Byers after you two got assigned a project for a class you two shared. Since then, you two got along. You got along with him and you two enjoyed each other's company as you two talked about your problems. You also love Will because you saw him as a brother. You saw Jonathan as a brother and Joyce as a mother. The Byers were like your second family.

After you told Joyce what happened with Steve, she sighed and pulled you into a hug. "You are perfect as you are sweetheart." She says. And rubs your back. "And if someone doesn't love you because of you, they are stupid." She says and pulls from the hug. She then made you and the boys your favorite meals and watched a movie after.

You loved the Byers more than anything and got the love you couldn't get at home.

You'd make small glances at Steve during class. Tommy would notice and then he'd whisper at Steve while chuckling and pointing at you.

Steve tried talking to you again. But your conversation was short. Whenever you looked at him, you remembered him laughing at you. Steve would invite you to parties with you and Nancy, but you'd end up rejecting the invites and end up going to Jonathan's place to just chill with him and Will.

"Are we still friends?" You'd question yourself. You once asked Jonathan and he tried to explain but he was horrible at explaining. You asked Joyce and she said you probably were, but things were just awkward.

You would look at Steve and Nancy and compare yourself to her. Of course she would pick her. She's so gorgeous and thin. You wished you looked different. You'd wish someone loved you for who you are and how you looked.

Nancy then started talking with Jonathan and you more after Will and Barbra, Nancy's friend, went missing. You helped them try to find Will and Barbra. But as you were with them, you noticed Nancy Wheeler being herself. She wasn't trying to be Steve "the king of Hawkins" Harrington. She was also mostly herself when she was with Jonathan.

You were actually happy she was being herself with Jonathan because you saw Jonathan being himself too with her. He was comfortable with her.

When you saw the spray paint on the wall, you knew who it was and Nancy ran to where Steve and his friends were and started to argue with him.

"Nancy, let's go." You say as you hold her arm and pull her away from Steve. "And you? Aren't we friends? You are supposed to tell me when Nancy is out being a slut." He says and then gets a second slap to the cheek.

Friends

You thought for some minutes and then felt Jonathan hold your shoulder. "Come on, let's go." He says and you nod. "[Name], don't tell me you replaced me for him." He says as he gets closer to you and holds your arm. "Let go, Steve."

"You seriously replaced me for that perverted loser?" He chuckled and his friends laughed. "Harrington, let go." You ask again. His grip gets tighter and Jonathan was about to go off on him when he heard you yelp from the pain. But Nancy holds his arm and pulls him back and shakes her head.

"Is this because I rejected your fat ass?" Your eyes go wide and you yanked your arm away. You hear giggles and chuckles behind him.

You didn't want to have this argument with him. You didn't want to feel humiliated again and in front of Nancy, your new friend. "Are you ignoring me because you are jealous that I'm with Nancy the slut and I'm not with you, [Name] the fat ass."

You wanted to punch his stupid face right then and there. But Jonathan was the one who punched him. "Jonathan!" You yelled and Nancy pulled you back so you wouldn't get hurt. "Steve! Stop it!" Nancy yells and they keep punching each other till the cops arrive. You and Nancy help Jonathan while Steve and his friends run in the car and go.

You two weren't friends anymore. You were just his answer sheet person. You were just his friend to give him answers to his work.

And after you confessed to him, it was for sure that you two stopped being friends.

"You two don't have to do this, you know?" Jonathan says, reminding you and Nancy. "Three!" Nancy yelled and you cut the palm of your hand with them. You groaned at the pain and felt the warm blood drop down on the carpet.

Jonathan went to get bandages and handed you one. You wrapped it around you as Nancy and Jonathan helped each other wrap theirs around the palm of their hand.

You were starting to feel like the third wheel. But that isn't important right now. You three needed to kill the Demogorgon that caused all of this. "Nancy?" Jonathan says and Nancy looks at him. You thought he was about to confess when you heard the door knock. "Jonathan!"

You looked over at them both and heard Steve yelling. "It's me! Steve! I just want to talk!" Nancy gets up and tells you to stand next to Jon. You do so and she opens the door a little. They were talking and Steve must have noticed the bandages on Nancy's hand because he barged into the house, ready to fight.

Steve's eyes go wide as he sees you and Jonathan, then at the bat and the whole house. "You need to get out of here." Jonathan says as he tries to take him out of the house. "Steve, leave." You say and Steve started to ask so many questions. "Leave!" You yelled and Steve looked at you. "What is going on [Name]?"

That's when you all hear a click and look at where the sound came from. It was Nancy and she pointed the loaded gun at Steve. "You have five seconds to leave." She says and Steve starts to freak out. That's when the lights start to flicker "Nancy." Jonathan calls but she doesn't listen. She was still arguing with Steve.

"Nancy!" You yelled and she looked at you. "It's here!" You say and grab a bat as Jonathan grabs another one. "Where is it?" You asked and Steve yells, "What is what?!"

"I don't know!" Jonathan yells and Nancy, you and Jonathan go around in circles while Steve keeps asking questions. You were seriously going to punch him this time if he didn't shut the fuck up.

"Steve, shut the fuck up!" You yell at him.

"No! Tell me what-" that's when you hear something brake. You looked over and saw The Demogorgon. Nancy was shooting at it. Jonathan grabs Nancy by the waist and pulls her away. You grabbed Steven's hand and pulled him with you to Will's room. The door closes and you let go of his hand. "Jesus- Jesus! What the hell was that?!"

"Shut up!" All three of you yell at Steve. Nancy points the gun at the wall while Jonathan is holding the lighter and you are holding your bat. Nothing was happening. All you heard was the sounds the creature was making. Nancy asked what it was doing and Jonathan didn't know the answer to that. The trap didn't move or anything and soon the lights stop flickering.

You all slowly left the room and checked around the living room. Steve was rambling and rambling. He grabbed the phone and Nancy grabbed the phone off his hand. "It's going to come back!" She yells. "So you need to leave. Right now!" Steve leaves and it was the three of you again.

"Jonathan!" You hear Nancy yell and see Jonathan get thrown down by the demogorgon. You backed off slowly and hit it. It growled at you as you prepared for it to jump on you next. But Nancy shot it. You tried to hit it again but it threw you back while Nancy kept shooting it. That's when you see Steve run in, grab a bat and hit it. You watch as he goes off on the monster, he even flipped the bat and you couldn't help but smile.

That's when the lights start to flicker again and you all are back to back with each other. "Where is it?" Nancy asks. "Come out." You say.

The lights go off.

That's when you hear the trap go off. "It's in the trap!" Jonathan yells and grabs his lighter. He throws the lighter. You all saw it burn and then Jonathan put the fire out. The lights went on and it was gone. You pant and lean on the wall. "What the fuck." You say and then see the Christmas lights slowly light up one by one.

Steve looks at you and sees your chest rise up and down while you still hold the bat with nails on it. Steve felt his cheeks get warm as he saw you. He then noticed a cut on your face. It was fresh blood. He rubs your cheek and says, "You had blood. Don't want it to come back." You giggled and rolled your eyes.

"Sure it's dead by now." You say and saw Jonathan follow the lights. You follow him and Jonathan says, "Mom?" You two walked out and saw the light flicker. It soon stops. "Can someone explain now?" Steve asks. "It's going to be a long talk, Harrington." You say and walk to the sofa. You pat on the sofa, telling him to sit.

Nancy and Jonathan nod as they join in and decide to tell him what has been happening.

It's Christmas eve and you decided to spend the night with the Byers family. You were in the car with Jonathan, going to pick up Will from the Wheelers.

"Here, have some cookies sweet heart." Mrs Wheelers says as she holds the cookies of plates at front of you. "Don't show her the whole plate, she might just take them all." Mr. Wheelers says as Karen gasped. You giggled and grabbed a couple. "I would take all of your cookies Mrs. Wheelers. But it looks like Mr. Wheelers want to eat them all." You say and she giggles. "Awww. You are always welcome to take as many as you want." You went to the Living room and saw Steve there. You looked away as you quietly ate your cookies.

What is taking Jonathan so long?

"Hey [Name]." You looked at Steve and waved. "Hey."

"I got something for you." He says as he gets up from the sofa. You watched as he got something out from under the tree and took out a box. "Here." He says as he gently pushes it towards you. "I-I didn't bring anything. I'm sorry but-"

"It's alright! Just take the damn gift [last]." You chuckled and took the box. "Thank you Steve." He nods and you say, "You are lucky I didn't give you another punch at the Byers house when you wouldn't shut up. Would have added another bruise." You say and Steve laughs. "Geez, great way to say thank you for the gift." You giggled and then heard your name. "Got to go. Um, take care Harrington."

"You too [Last]." You walked to the door and saw Nancy, Jonathan, and Will. You all leave and get in the car. "Can I open them?" Will says from the back seat and you both let him. Jonathan's was a camera. "Let's see what is yours, [Name]." Will says. "Who gave you that?" Jonathan asks. "Steve gave it to me."

"You two on good terms now? Back to friends?"

"I honestly don't know." You say and Jonathan nods. "What is this?" Will asks as he hands you the opened box. You hold the box and look inside. It was a small photo album. You took it out and opened it. There was a note on the side but you were looking at the pictures.

Will then holds out a box and hands it to you. "You also got a camera. But it's a Polaroid." He says and you hold it.

You then hear Will chuckle. "What?" You ask and Will points at the Polaroid picture. "You looked so funny when you were younger." He says and you roll your eyes.

"Oh shut it Will." You say and look through the pictures. It was just Polaroids of you two when you were in 5th to 8th grade. Most of them were you and Steve just playing while the rest was you dressed with your mom's clothes. You remembered Steve taking Polaroids and you chuckled. You then went to the last page with Polaroids in it and saw it was you and Steve from the snowball dance.

"You went to the snowball dance with Steve Harrington!" Will yells and takes the album away from you. "Oh my god!"

"Give that back!" You snatched it from him and looked at it again. You smiled and had so many memories flowing.

"Are you going to show me all of those pictures when we get home?" Jonathan asks. "Probably. Probably not. They are all embarrassing."

"Perfect. Just means I have a reason to look at old pictures of you." Jonathan says and you hug the gifts. "You will not. I am hiding these."

"I'm sure I'll find them somewhere." Jonathan says and you rolled your eyes.

You were for sure going to read the note later. But it did answer your question. You two are still friends, but were really awkward.

Sorry if there are any oopsies

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[ansbobcar]

EP 11. What a lovely night

WORD COUNT. 1560

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Seina Ontarin, formerly Seina Onoji, is a divorced old lady who lived in the forest outside the capital. With no formal background magic education, it’s a surprise that she’s capable of casting complex teleportation spells, noting the appearance of a new table in the streets from thin air. But he shouldn’t expect any less than that. She was the only woman to have been married to the current head of the Onojis, a family revered for their specialty in the mental manipulation spells and loyalty to the Bureau’s magical security force. Indeed, with Rinka’s personal Sangs magic, she was practically a black sheep among them.

Perhaps it’s due to those factors that the elderly woman had pulled her daughter into a tight hug with a friendly glare at the bespectacled man. “What are you doing here mother?” Unsure of how to get out of her hearty embrace as she patted her back.

“They needed some more vegetables since Autumn is arriving soon, they’ll be submitting a request for the Autumn Festival after today.”

“The earlier the better,” Orter interrupted their conversation, slowly removing the bright brunette’s grip on her. “What brings you both here?” She wondered, with a step back.

“Patrol,” they both said in unison. “Is that so? My-my, aren’t you a dutiful duo!” Wasn’t that just an excuse to go on a date? She deduced to herself. “I’ll let you both enjoy the rest of the day then!” Leaving them alone again.

“She’s… cheerful,” he uttered, readjusting the earmuffs he wore. Maybe a bit too cheerful, as the woman had disappeared to another stall. 

“I know right? Since we’ll continue past dinner, do you want to snack on anything else?”

“Anything’s fine by me.”

“Even Kaldo’s monstrosity?”

“Don’t lump me with such horrendous taste,” he hissed backed at her. “I don’t have a favourite food anyways, everything’s rather bland to me.” As she picked up a candied apple he commented, “and don’t you like savoury food?”

“Eating sweet stuff first makes the savoury stuff hit better,” she explained without any evidence. But she sounded convincing even for someone who has read almost all there is to know. "Is that why you said the hangover soup wasn't salty enough?"

He hummed, “possibly.”

Maybe it was her presence, which could only be described as unsettling elegance, lacking daintiness and yet soothing like the spring sun. Perhaps it was the combination of her complexion and her hair that reminded people of such a star. But a dying star would be more accurate with those hues of purple at the ends. ‘She never had those in high school.’

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Nothing problematic had occurred for the remaining 4 hours of their patrol. The moon had risen amongst the clouds and returning to them again was Rinka’s mother!

“You’re still around, mother?” Ready to usher the shorter woman back to the comfort of her own abode. She seemed even less composed around her own mother, as her typical facade kept tearing at the seams while the smiling woman continued to laugh in amusement.

“Why don’t you bring him along for a night, dear?”

At these words she grew even less composed. “I thought you hated it when people went to your house? You used to tell me to lock out Ryoh from the door,” only to be waved off. “Well you seem to be comfortable enough since the news came out,” the older woman hummed. “I definitely need to know my possible future son in law, you know?”

With a glance towards the taller brunette for any input, she conceded as they were guided there. It took roughly 40 minutes of pure walking to enter within the vicinity of her abode, noticing the plots and signs of her plants, some being less than edible ingredients definitely before his eyes landed on a comfortable house with two storeys. 

“Take him inside, I need to check up on some of my babies,” she instructed her daughter who obeyed without a problem, entering inside they were greeted by stacks of books on the dining table before noticing the empty set of couches. The walls were a bit new, and the slight smell of wet soil seemed to pervade throughout. If it wasn’t for his knowledge on the woman, it would certainly taint the kind impression she showcased as he held up his lit wand, the earmuff now hung at his neck.

“So you stay over once a month?”

She nodded as she walked up stairs scrambling for a knitted throw and a pillow. “Just in case you end up sleeping over, the couch works right?” As if she hadn’t tucked a blanket over him for the past few weeks. “We’ll see,” noticing research papers regarding the construction of sigils from the corner of his eye.

Sigils are a form of ancient magic that can only be taught in a high schooler’s 3rd year if they score well in the advanced magic class, and is the only time it is taught. Although they are sturdier to typical magic spells due to the lack of finesse needed in channelling the sigil, the activation speeds by the average user makes it terribly inefficient though. It’s a lost magic art.

“It’s a surprise she has access to such papers,” he noted as she placed the items down on the couch, picking one of them up. “Ah, I forgot to return these copies back to Sophie! That’s why she’s been trying to schedule a time to see me alone,” she let out a shaky laugh. She’s so screwed tomorrow. Recent events certainly have shoved back the mental note she made regarding these texts like ‘Deconstructing commonly used Sigils in Agriculture.’ 

“Have you successfully activated one before?”

As if a match had been lit, she craned her head and shuffled around the space almost tripping and bumping her shin into the furniture. “There should be a light sigil that’s activated by pressure somewhere,” scrambling for the light switch somehow with each step. Until she smacked to the floor and unnaturally, a ball of light formed on the ceiling and illuminated the room. Orange splattered on the floor. With some ache, she slowly stood up and dragged a stool to replace herself. 

“Are you alright?” he walked closer to her. There was a lack of softness and care in his voice’s projection compared to his expression, solemnly earnest.

“Yeah,” twisting her torso and limbs a bit. “Just stings a little, nothing terrible.”

“You’re terribly efficient.”

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Without another word, they began to put aside the Knowledge Cane’s copies that overstayed their welcome. To be completely frank, neither knew what to do beyond simply dozing off at the couch. So in order to please the owner of the house, the two kept themselves busy instead making the both of them ignore the return of her mother with fleshly plucked herbs.

“I’m surprised, Sophina let you borrow so many copies,” having counted a total of a dozen research topics into sigils. “A few of them were used for the storage’s security system after all, so she didn’t mind back then.”

“Back then,” she only nodded at his repetition as he looked over a student’s research on ancient spells. Easton allowed Orca dorm students to publish their research either towards the Magical Research Administration, or in magical research journals, of which only 3 existed due to the Knowledge Cane’s ironfist in regulations. “You used a student’s research for the security system?”

“Although a student’s understanding can be rather elementary, this particular paper focuses on the significance of the medium which the sigil is inscribed with and onto. I conducted my own experiments as well with Tsurara to see if they made any differences since the paper was purely theoretical. We ended up finding out that blood and charcoal were the most consistent mediums, that’s why the majority of sigil instructions required animal blood or a sacrifice,” she hummed at their findings.

‘Doesn’t that mean they used her blood to make the security system?’

“How much blood?”

“Under 2 litres.”

“You should really start taking care of yourself,” he sighed, drained by her rather bright demeanour. It’s nearly 9 o’clock now, how was she maintaining this attitude? “Doesn’t your mother get worried?”

“Oh she knows I worry a lot,” returning with a pot of tea and cups, and passing some to them both. “Ever since she became a Divine Visionary, she’s always made me cry myself to stupor once a week.” The jovial mood displayed felt offputting as he took a sip of the warm tea to keep himself alert, the conversation spilling out his other ear. He’s just trying to being polite.

“The amount of men who went after her when she was a teen made me so senselessly sick!” She huffed, listing the incomparable ages the rejected suitors were with the brunette still pouring some more to drink for himself. “Thankfully, everything worked out,” thankfully reminiscing about the past as she watched him rubbed his rather droopy eyelids to keep himself awake. “But I’m rather shocked, dear, I thought you’d already introduced me to my son-in-law?”

Wordlessly, other than his vision blurring, the familiar Blonde’s features had completely disappeared from it. “Rinka?” He called out, unsure of the situation but he was greeted by nothing as he drowned into the night’s lull.

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LORE IDEA TIME!

Yeah. I personally think sigils should be a thing. Why? I was binge reading The Dark Lord's Confession which talked about sigils. But I do think based on the Mashle Society that sigils are an ancient form of spellcasting especially. Wands became easier to do with technology and education advancements and required no animal sacrifice, just innate magical power. Hence the society which outcasts those without magic. Lolol I love worldbuilding randomly in the author comment/note.

At the rate things are going I need at least 20 episodes to end on the things I want to end on (we haven't gotten to the character angst yet or enough close calls!)

Any other theories of yours are much appreciated (whether it's regarding the plot, the characters or the world)

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[thechenfordanalysis]

The Chenford Analysis: Season 1 Ep. 12

Writing, of any kind, often tells you more about the author than it does about the story. When I think about the writers of this show and what they have created so far, it is clear to me that they enjoy the nature of give and take. They strive to build a simplistic and natural progression between characters, and it is clear that they are very in tune with the science behind relationships.

Reflective of this effort, many characteristics of The Rookie's writing style are incredibly uncomplicated. It's one of the things about the show that make it so digestible. That's not to say that uncomplicated and digestible are bad things; rather, I believe that the simplistic, patterned approach to these character interactions and developments makes the purpose of this show clear and engaging. There is also realism in patterns and repetition which helps to drive the believability of the relationships and interactions that are explored within this show.

It's really hard to create a presentation that is a perfect mix of unpredictability and reliability, yet, The Rookie has had that equation solved and mastered by the first season.

Season 1 Episode 12:

It's Valentine's Day. A day destined usually for love, sure, but for the Rookies and their T.O.s, this year it's more just a day that reminds them all how single they are.

Although not their beginning intention, Lucy, Nolan, and Jackson accidentally end up interrupting and subsequently trashing Sergeant Grey's dinner date with his wife. This was in spite of his warnings to not stick around while he tries to enjoy his night so it comes as no surprise when their morning assembly in the call room turns into a humorous chew-out session. In the midst of receiving their lecture, Lucy suddenly notices that Tim isn't there.

She voices her concern out loud, to which Grey simply replies that Tim has taken a personal day. Angela cuts in, expressing her concern in another way through surprise as she comments that Tim has never taken a personal day before in his life. Shutting down any further speculation regarding Tim's absence, Grey has Lucy assigned to desk duty for the day. She accepts the assignment but is visibly confused and concerned about Angela's comment and her T.O.

Now, if we're following the give-and-take pattern we've seen displayed with #Chenford so far and we couple it with the fact that it's Valentine's Day, we realize that this week, Tim is taking the proverbial bat to the knee and is mudding through the roughage that is life.

We find Tim, I should note, dressed in light colors for the first time since we've met him as he walks through a beautiful garden. He seems to be grudging along, looking ahead until his expression shifts to one of pleasure. In the next shot, we see the cause: a familiar but clearly more healed Isabel waiting for him. The imagery of this scene shouldn't be overlooked as she's waiting for him under an arch, and he seems to be walking down the aisle to her, wearing white. I'm not necessarily calling him a bride; however, the setup, imagery, and choreography of this scene beg notice of a certain kind of parallelism to the purity of weddings and an acknowledgment of Tim and Isabel still being technically married. It's almost as if Tim is stepping forward in an effort to re-establish that bond.

This sentiment is acknowledged verbally as Isabel thanks him for coming and confides that she thought he wouldn't show. Tim admits that he almost didn't, but turned back around at the last minute.

They joke around some more, and Tim seems enamored by the sight of Isabel smiling and laughing. He comments that she seems like herself again. Isabel reveals that giving him the opportunity to see her sober again singlehandedly motivated her to get past her addiction. She then asks him to follow her as their conversation continues.

Meanwhile, at the station, Nolan announces that he's putting together a little singles party at his house and invites Lucy and Jackson, who begrudgingly accept. Not surprisingly, there is an acknowledgment of Lucy and Nolan's previous relationship, which is followed by a moment of awkward silence as the heartbreak of their separation and the struggle to find a new relationship dynamic is still fresh. There is some parallelism here as both Tim and Lucy are dealing with the residual emotions of a past relationship, but the give-and-take lies in the fact that Lucy is trying to move on from her past, and Tim is currently trying to take it back.

While on their walk, Isabel does her best to make amends with Tim, trying to be honest about the ways in which she hurt him so that she might begin to earn his trust back. He seems dismissive about it all, though, stating that she doesn't need to be honest or apologetic because he knows she did what she did as an addict and not as the sober version of herself. He's loud about his belief that addicts are thieves, cheaters, and betrayers who have no regard for the others around them.

This causes a moment of revelation from Isabel as she realizes that it is because of Tim's black-and-white beliefs that he may not ever be able to trust her again. Even though he tries to deny it, Isabel reiterates the fact she is an addict and always will be, no matter how far she has recovered.

Tim tries to argue that she isn't going to hurt him anymore since she's clean, to which Isabel responds that he can never know that for sure. She expresses her frustration about the lack of leniency and the rather strict moral compass that Tim carries when it comes to his standards and expectations of the people around him. For him, right and wrong have always been black and white with no gray area.

Isabel admits that she could never live up to Tim's standards throughout their marriage, and the pressure of being his wife was always too much.

Back at the station, Lucy is greeted by the lady whose life Nolan saved earlier in the day. She's brought a gift basket for him to show her appreciation and has clearly developed a bit of an infatuation with him in the process. Lucy manages to remain impartial to the whole encounter, but it is awkward, nonetheless. She passively agrees with the woman who endlessly sings Nolan's praises and even teases him for walking away without the basket.

Her interactions with Nolan are more unpleasant now than before, which clearly has the potential to affect the way Lucy performs at her job. Still, she seems to be moving on from their time together as gracefully as possible.

Somewhere on a bench in the middle of this garden, Tim seems to be doing the same. Isabel has made her amends and asks him to say something instead of remaining quiet. She urges a reaction of any kind, even if it is one of anger. Tim is slouched in defeat as he shakes his head.

"I don't want to be angry; I just want my wife back," he lets out.

You'll have to excuse the sound of my heart breaking.

He continues, telling her about the numerous times that people told him to let her go because she had clearly already left him behind. He reveals that he was never able to, as leaving her in her time of need would have made him a terrible husband, but, in a revelation of his own, he realizes that Isabel is not lost anymore. Moreso that his continued presence in her life and persistent pursuit of their relationship is now doing more harm than good, and neither of them can move forward with their own lives with the other in them.

With this confession, he effectively ends their marriage.

One of the coolest things about the way we were introduced to Tim's character was that we never really got to see the downfall of his life with Isabel. We met him truly en medias res as he was going through the rut of his trauma with her, making their conversation much more important and impressionable to the audience. We haven't ever seen Tim and Isabel interact as a couple despite the dramatic influence of their relationship on their respective actions thus far. This meeting definitely fills a gap in their dynamic that went unwitnessed by the audience, and it helps us to put the pieces of their characters together to gain a better understanding of the people they are and were.

Until now, the audience knows that much of Tim's behavior in the earlier episodes can be chalked up to the fact that he was hurting because of Isabel's betrayal, but when we realize that Tim's delve into the extremely rigid part of his own personality was a coping mechanism to regain a sense of familiarity with himself after she left, it makes more sense that he is the one to initiate the end of their relationship as soon as he realizes that it was this same rigidness that had always negatively affected and contributed to the downfall of their relationship in the first place.

Aside from his marriage ending in this episode, Tim's approach to life and relationships experiences a big shift, too (a shift which will be clear in the next episode as well). This episode marks the end to a degree of harsh callousness which has defined what we know of Tim's character thus far. A part of him was so busy blaming Isabel for the issues in his life that he never realized his own part in their conflict. It's clear that this is the first time he's even considered the pressure he was putting on Isabel and even the others around him, which he seems clearly disheartened by.

Before he leaves, he encourages Isabel to keep pushing forward in her recovery. She tearfully hugs him goodbye and thanks him for never giving up on her. He responds only with a light "yeah" before walking away from her for good.

I do want to point out another parallel to the Redwood (S1E11) episode, which I hadn't noticed before but found so interesting.

The scene where Isabel thanks Tim for never giving up on her is eerily a copy-paste of when Lucy thanks him for not leaving her side while in the hospital.

He's getting ready to walk away when he is called to turn around just the same, and when Isabel thanks him, he responds with, "For what?" just the same. The only difference is that he doesn't give credit to the dutifulness behind his actions with Isabel as he did with Lucy. He could have told her he was just doing his job as her husband, the same way he was just doing his job as Lucy's T.O., but instead, he replies with "yeah."

The acknowledgment to be made here is that at some point, he stopped seeing his commitment to Isabel as his purpose and instead began to see it more as an obligation. The parallel dialogue here showcases that even though Tim lost his sense of purpose toward Isabel, he is still able to find purpose in helping Lucy nonetheless.

This is one of those easter eggs that foreshadows Tim and Lucy's eventual relationship. Lucy is able to foster a sense of purpose and dedication in Tim that he couldn't continue to feel for Isabel, and Lucy's presence in his life, especially as he's going through his divorce, keeps him from shutting down completely and instead encourages his healing in her direction.

Although it is not explicitly stated, Lucy has a lot to do with Tim's emotional recovery from his divorce. Isabel's greatest issue with him was that he had a sense of morality that she couldn't keep up with. Lucy has not only kept up with Tim's morality even though it has been questionable, but she has also gone as far as encouraging him to do better when he was on the verge of stepping into that gray area (quoting back to S1E7 when Lucy catches Tim outside of Isabel's apartment and tells him to make the right decision by not hiding her drugs for her because he has "always been on the right side of the law" and this decision could "change him" forever).

Lucy has always been accepting and capable of handling Tim's morality, especially once she saw through his over-projected rigidness; she knew what she had to say to bring him back from his desperation. Lucy is able to ground Tim in his own sensibilities in a way he has never experienced before, even with Isabel, who probably knew him just as well.

One of the reasons why I feel Tim and Lucy's pairing works so well is because I believe Lucy actually has a more firm sense of morality than he does. She's just nicer about it. Apart from it being the reason for her unending empathy, having her own strong sense of morality is the only reason she can handle Tim as a T.O. and why she is one of the only people who can put Tim in his place when he makes a mistake. Even Grey and Angela, who are arguably Tim's two other closest relationships, tend to give him leeway to make his own judgments because they trust the consistency and rigidness of his morality. Lucy is the only person who sees straight through him and is able to understand the reasoning behind his actions and rigidness. She has not only helped him to retain his own ethics and principles but has encouraged a more nuanced growth where he might consider a person's circumstances before acting out his judgments moving forward.

All of that being said, Tim and Lucy ironically do not interact during this episode at all. Despite the clarity Lucy usually provides for Tim, I like that she wasn't around him in this episode. I feel like her presence would have taken away from his own much-needed self-reflection.

For the audience as well, it was incredibly important to see Tim go through this on his own. It added immense depth to his character and personality independent from his job, and it really helped to give a home to the more emotionally needy and insecure objectives that come with losing a spouse through divorce, which can help an audience to sympathize with and gain a liking to his character. It was important for Tim to focus on his own life outside of work for once, and this would have been impossible if he ran into Lucy at any point. Even though Lucy does eventually become a source of comfort and support for him outside of work, for now, he ends the night by asking Nell to have a friendly drink with him.

There is another instance of give and take here with Lucy, as the infatuated citizen turned obsessive stalker of a woman that Nolan had rescued almost overdoses in his house, which causes her to perform a favor for Nolan by riding with her to the hospital instead of staying at his party. She tells Nolan that he owes her and leaves. To me, this scene seems to be the realization for Lucy that her involvement with Nolan will always fall back on the work that they do together, so instead of seeing him as the ex-boyfriend through awkward rose-tinted glasses, she needs to shift her own approach by seeing him for the friend and co-worker that he is. By focusing on her job and duty, she can move on from the remnants of their personal history and adopt a more professional obligation towards him.

Despite not seeing each other the entire episode, the parallelism of Tim and Lucy’s circumstances is enough to emphasize their inevitable connection. For Tim to get over his relationship, he has to learn to reflect, focus on coping in healthier ways that don't involve overcompensating at work, and build relationships with more compromise (all things that Lucy regularly does). At the same time, for Lucy to get past her own awkwardness with Nolan, she has to learn to compartmentalize, set better mental boundaries, and focus on the work aspect of their relationship (all things that Tim regularly does). They both solidify the endings of their respective relationships in this episode together, but still apart and in incredibly complimentary ways to each other as they have to learn to do things that the other is arguably already good at. This is a continuation of their redemption arc and gives them room to grow individually until they eventually meet in the middle.

It's all incredibly poetic, simplistic, and patterned, which is exactly what makes the show so easy to digest. It gives the audience that warm-fuzzy feeling and leaves us wanting more.

More we shall receive, I say.

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Note: Happy to be uploading again! I’m planning on tackling an episode analysis a week (sometimes 2, so be sure to stick around!) at least while were waiting through this hiatus, especially since were now getting a mid season premiere smh. They need to start paying writers more, none of these shows would be possible without them. #WGASTRONG

#chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim and lucy #tim bradford

[finallydelight]

Can we please get a Ming ISAC chapter of her slaying all the events she takes part in despite not liking physical activity (was that one of her traits idk maybe I’m confusing things) and/or another Running Man ep but with svt :)

hi, darling! It’s not a chapter, but I hope you can enjoy this ☺️ I made this a compilation since people like to read those! You can always leave requests, your thoughts or feedback in my inbox! 💗

ming being iconic at isac

○ ming everdeen - archery

this went viral viral.

This was the first time she was actually allowed to compete along with her members. Previously, she would either not compete at all or be put in a team with the pristin girls.

The members had no idea she was actually this good at archery. They knew she wasn’t horrible, cause they practiced together, but they were shocked at the fact she scored 10 points four times in a row. She also broke the camera, something that shocked the fans and the idols who had witnessed the moment.

Knetz nicknamed her Ming Everdeen, because of how good she was in archery.

○ babysat by monsta x

She looked away for 2 seconds and suddenly all her members were just gone?? Just like that. She couldn’t find them either as all the male idols were wearing the same clothes and she wanted to avoid any awkward encounters unlike sehun johnny jeonghan.

The members of monsta x noticed her standing alone and approached her. She told them what happened and they offered to keep her company until her members were back. They noticed she looked a bit uncomfortable without her members and they tried cheering her up by embarrassing themselves or teasing each other.

Jooheon even did some aegyo for her, resulting in Ming begging him to stop. At one point Shownu was carrying her around on his back and all of a sudden Coups just pulled her off of him jealous hag. He kinda came out of nowhere, making it 10x more funny. He did end up thanking the members for taking care of her.

○ flirting with twice’s chaeyoung

They were so shameless with it.

Chaeyoung approached her first and they started talking with each other, seemingly getting along well. At one point, Ming made a phone gesture with her hand, asking for the Twice member’s phone number. Chaeyoung got the message and quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket. Ming put in her number and afterwards gave Chaeyoung gave hers. The start of their beautiful friendship.

○ almost slapping bts’s jungkook

armycarats still talk about this, it’s that memorable.

She was sitting on the ground along with her members, failing to notice that the BTS member had joined them.

Mingyu who was sitting behind her kept teasing her. Ticking her shoulders, playing with her hair and blowing in her ear. Overall being an annoying brother.

Ming had enough and put her arm up and was about to hit who she thought was Mingyu, but end up being Jungkook. She could stop herself in time, but still profusely apologized to him, much to Mingyu’s amusement. He shook his head and told her it was alright, awkwardly laughing.

Yes, she still did end up slapping Mingyu.

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[venusxsturnio]

✧.* 𝒟𝐸𝒥𝒜 𝒱𝒰 ✧.* - Olivia Rodrigo

EP.2.GOOD 4 U

EP.1.PILOT

PAIRINGღ matt x ex!black!fem!reader!influencer

SUMMARYღmatt and y/n, were the perfect couple. until everything started to go downhill for them. the secrets, the lies, the gaslighting. It became too much for y/n. 8 1/2 months later...here we are.

FROM VENUSღ hey y'all. i just want to thank everyone who read the first part of this series and returned for the second. i hope you guys like this chapter, and it also might be really long because there is some sh!t that's about to go on...✿ (shout out to xduinen for helping me. y'all go follow her. my #1 supporter!) sorry there wasn't a lotta dialogue in the last part, i was just trying to give a general gist of the story anyways let me stop yappin. hope y'all enjoy :)

WARNINGSღ cussing...use of the word babe/baby...featuring Olivia's song(do not own the song. or other characters only mine. only plot.)

kinda proofread...i was kinda lazy today it was a lotta writing...sorry if i messed anything up. :)

REALITY...

POV: 3RD PERSON

9:45 AM

Y/N'S PLACE:

y/n was in her bathroom doing her facial routine for vidcon when she heard a faint sound of her phone ringing. she got up and walked in her room searching for her phone. she lifted up the blanket on her bed to find her phone buzzing. she flipped the phone over to find that her manager, miguel was calling. "Hello?" she answered "I have a job for you today. You're performing at vidcon. Like singing." y/n's face lit up at the thought of her performing at vidcon for all her fans. "OMG! Are you serious.?" y/n asked still in shock.

"Deadly." her manager stated. y/n silently jumped up and down in excitement. "What time do I need to be there?" y/n questioned. "12. But you might want to get there a little earlier being as it can get very hectic. You remember last year." her manager explained, laughing a little at the end. y/n chuckled a little at the thought of last years vidcon, the two hung up as y/n went to her closet to grab some gray gallery dept sweats, a white fitted long-sleeve top, and her white/black/gray retro 4's, along with her gray beanie, keys, purse and her phone as she walked out of her room, downstairs, out the door, and to her car.

10:04 AM

STURNIOLO HOUSE:

the triplets and megan were all getting ready to go to vidcon. they all got dressed and headed down stairs to eat breakfast. "So what creators are gonna be there?" chris said breaking the silence. "I know for sure that my favorite tiktoker is gonna be there. She's like the best. I can't wait for you guys to meet her." megan squealed. nick and chris looked at her in confusion, being they never really liked megan. similar to someone, they really missed y/n.

that's why they still keep in contact with her. "Who is it?" matt asked with a confused expression on his face. "You'll find out when we get there." megan stated. "Uh, guys I think we should get going. We don't wanna get caught up in traffic this time. Remember last year?" chris changed the subject, laughing at the last part. "I agree." nick said. the group finished eating, gathered their things and left.

11:40 AM

ANAHIEM CONVETION CENTER:

y/n was in her dressing room just chillin when she heard a knock at her door. "come in!" y/n yelled. her manager walked in with a rack that had a white dress and some bedazzled heels on it. "ok so this is what you're wearing on stage." miguel stated grabbing the dress and showing her. "thanks, i love it." y/n said admiring her dress. "you're welcome" miguel said as he walked out. y/n smiled to herself. she sat back down and got on her phone.

12:05 PM

a few moments later she got a text on her phone from miguel saying "come on out the ppl are waiting!". y/n grabbed her phone as she walked out of her room. she made it to the door of the building and walked into the big room, with all the booths, and tables, and people. every section she walked by people were screaming and cheering for her. she laughed as she walked over to her section, and everyone started screaming. "OMG HI!." one fan said. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! CAN I GET A PIC!" another said.

y/n got flustered and she felt her cheeks go hot. she smiled and waved at the fans, as she went to sit down at her booth. even some people from other booths were running over to hers. that's how much people loved her. she started grabbing books, and papers, and started signing them. she even took some pictures. y/n was happy until...

12:10 PM

the triplets walked into the building and to their booth while megan went to grab a chair and sit on the sidelines, since she was kind of irrelevant in this situation. she watched as all the girls piled up all over the triplets. giving them hugs, and fake little kisses on the cheek. some might say she even got jealous. the boys signed some books, and papers as well. they also took pictures, you know the usual. megan was kind of getting tired of it, so she went to go see if her favorite tiktoker was here. she walked around for some time, until she came up on a long, line. she gazed her view from the back of the line to the front. she met eyes with y/n. she smiled and waved, y/n smiled back as megan ran to the line, to wait for her turn.

the guys took a break from taking pictures and went back to signing autographs as matt looked around for megan. "Guys, where's Megan?" matt asked confused. why would she leave without telling him. "Don't know don't care." nick said with a bit of an attitude in his voice. "Same here." chris said with a sarcastic tone. "What the hell is wrong with you guys?" matt asked. he always wondered why the boys would act like that whenever megan was brought up, or she said something. "What do you mean?" nick said, acting clueless as usual. "You know what the hell I mean. Why do you guys act that way towards her?" matt asked started to get irritated. "BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE HER!" the boys yelled out of frustration. the fans jumped back a little at the tone of voice that was being used.

the triplets went back and forth for a little while longer until matt saw megan running excitedly. "OMG MATT! LOOK I GOT HER SIGNATURE!" megan yelled. before matt could get a good look at the autograph, smoke started shooting out of canons, and everyone looked towards the stage. lots of people started running towards the stage to figure out what was going on. before everyone knew it CoryxKenshin walked out onto the stage.

"What's up everybody. It's ya boy CoryxKenshin and welcome to Vidcon! We have a special guest joining us today. She has over 4.3M followers on tiktok and she just got to 1M subscribers on YouTube. Please welcome our special guest!" Cory exited the stage as 'Good 4 U' started blast on the stage speakers. y/n entered stage left in her dress in heels. she walked like a model. once she reached the mic she grabbed it, spun around and blew a kiss at the crowd. everyone started cheering and y/n started singing. "Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily."'

matt was frozen he didn't know what the hell to do, as he looked towards the stage to find a familiar face.

MATT POV

i looked towards the stage and i saw a girl who looked to be y/n. she looked so...different. she looked good. she dyed her hair. she shaped up. damn, is that what breakups do to someone. i-i can't believe she's here. and where did she learn to sing like that. i felt megan's grip on my arm and she jumped up and down signing with y/n.

Y/N POV

"Well good for you I guess you're getting everything you want." 'you bought a new car and your careers really taking off' i sung. wow, this was amazing, i cannot believe i am on stage right now. wait is that who i think it is. oh my fucking god. it's matt. omg i cannot believe i signed her picture and she dates...matt.

MATT POV

damn she's really good. wait is this the tiktoker megan was talking about? is this the whole reason megan wanted to come? i can't believe how much y/n's changed. i wonder...has she been thinking about me to?

Y/N POV

why does he keep staring at me. maybe he's enjoying it. alright maybe i should do something big for the end to impress him. or make him jealous. i think i should jump into the crowd. 'like a damn sociopath, i've lost my mind and i've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom' alright get ready.

3RD POV

y/n got ready to finish the song as she l=made eye contact with matt. she jumped off the stage and into the crowd. she made her way onto the floor in the middle right with megan and matt. they made eye contact. she spun around whipping him in the face with her long goddess braids as she ran back up stage and finished the song. "Well good for you I guess you moved on really easily."

MATT POV

well ouch for one. why did she jump off the stage and come to me. why did she make eye contact with me. why did she whip her hair onto me. i can't help but to think this song, this performance, that dress, the new look, was all meant for. me.

FROM VENUSღ hey guys! hope you liked this chapter, it was A LOT to write! how did y'all like my suprise. i mean coryxkenshin, like what ? when did he get here. anyways remember my dm's are always open, so if you have any ideas or suggestion, i'm happy to help. :)

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #sturniolo fluff #venusxsturnio #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #black!fem!reader #x reader #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #character x reader #sturniolo triplets x reader

[frogsmulder]

1. “I love you, please don’t go.”

Non te Deseram

a requiem missing-scenes au set before and at the end of the ep; about 1k words; rated t; tagging @today-in-fic Part 1: Fluff

There is a light sprinkling of sunshine trying to make its way through the blind when Scully awakes in the arms of her lover. The spring light is soft and quiet, she imagines it is slightly overcast outside, the sky a mix of blue and grey, sun and rain. Soft and quiet are Mulder’s snores behind her, his breath tickling the back of her neck where his nose is buried in her mussed hair. She sighs. She can’t stay too long, so she takes the moment to enjoy every sensation. The scratchiness Mulder’s morning stubble against her back; the hairs on his legs tickling her thighs where their legs are twined; the weight of his sleep-dead arm across her waist. She is at home. She shuffles deeper into the bed and his body, revelling in his warmth. Scully lets out a short breathy laugh when she bumps into his morning erection: their previous night’s antics clearly not enough to wear him out.

Feeling him rouse behind her, she turns her head back, listening for his predictable morning hum. On cue, Mulder hums and mumbles against her back, something she assumes is supposed to resemble “morning”.

“Morning, to you too,” she teases and laces her fingers through his resting on her stomach. “You want coffee?”

He shakes his head, letting the rough of his stubble scrape against her skin. She shivers, knowing she’s made a mistake when he chuckles and does it again. “Mulderrrr,” she whines, but his lips soothe the scratch with tiny kisses.

Journeying up to her ear, Mulder presses a kiss to her lobe before mumbling, “You’re the only thing I want.” He punctuates his confession with a wiggle of his hips, eliciting a giggle from her. “Is that supposed to be funny?” he jokes.

Quickly, Scully extricates herself from his hold before she succumbs to temptation, escaping his arm that stretches out after her. Engaging the puppy-eyes, Mulder resorts to begging. “I love you, please don’t go.”

She tries to remain stern– “You know we don’t have time. Remember: we have the expense evaluations today–” but her rebuttal is tainted by a smirk.

He pouts, letting his arm flop onto the mattress. “Party pooper.”

“I’ll make some coffee,” she calls after herself as she walks out of the room.

Part 2: Angst

Scully stands in the darkened doorway of Mulder's bedroom, watching him hastily pack for his flight out to Oregon in a few hours. He darts from one draw to another; she admires his single-minded focus, never straining from the people he needs to help. She sees it as he licks his lips; the final items stuffed into an overnight bag; the file they opened placed on top. He picks it up scanning the details again although she knows he already has every account committed to memory. He runs his hand through his hair and an urge befalls her to fix the spikey tufts left behind for him. "I love you," she murmurs from a distance. 

He looks up at her with wide, mossy eyes, flecked golden in the orange light of the lamp. In earnest, his innocent gaze captures her heart in a fist of fiery iron, melting her final resolve. "I love you too," he answers simply, letting the weight of his affection carry his words. 

A panging ache shoots through Scully's heart: a terrible grief she can't comprehend overwhelms her. She sees him the–as she does now before her–but he is standing amongst familiar trees and bathed in an ethereal glow. She shakes her head: no. "I love you, Mulder." Stepping into the light of his room, she follows her heart. "Please don't go." 

He meets her and takes her hands in his own warm, large grasp. "Scully, I have to. There are people that are relying on me–they need me."

She holds his stare and feels his pleading in the wide innocence of his eyes, his furrowed brow. Let him be the hero, fulfilling that hole of crippling guilt his sister left behind. He looks so young when he sets himself missions like this, reminding her of when they first met: determined and stubborn. It’s why she fell in love with him. Yet Scully doesn’t want him to play the hero; doesn’t want to lose him in some grand act of selflessness. "I need you. I– I have a terrible feeling about all of this. I need you here. I need to know you are safe."

He cocks his head, looking so intensely at her she can feel it all the way in the marrow of her bones. Reaching forward, he tucks her hair behind her ear then gently holds her cheek in the palm of his hand. His voice is as soft and sweet as honey, like his touch. There is worry written in his eyes; they flick from side to side. "This isn't like you, Scully–"

"Mulder," she cuts him off: exasperated, exhausted, emotional. Leaning into his hold, she closes her eyes and sighs. "Please. Trust me, just this once… Please."

"Hey," he hushes her, "Always." 

His arms come to wrap around her like the final missing piece of the puzzle and she at last feels safe, able to relax in his embrace. The quiet ticking of the clock in the living room slows. Ear pressed to Mulder’s chest, time is replaced by the thud of his heart and the wave of his breathing, cresting and falling, lulling her. Despite the temporary serenity, Scully can’t shake the feeling of grief like an omen waiting to pass. 

That night she sleeps restlessly, and in the morning, she hears the news from Skinner: people with anomalous brain activity–the very same Mulder experienced a year prior– had been abducted. Rushing to the toilet, she throws up in the basin, gasping for breath when it's over. A comforting hand rests on her shoulder and she looks up to see a concerned Mulder looking down at her. “Scully, I think we should get you to the hospital.” Finally, she agrees. 

When the second piece of news falls in their laps, Mulder cries at her bedside holding her hand. She can’t believe it, needing to see the charts herself, but the evidence is there. She turns to him, confused but elated, and grins.

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Finished S1! Here's my collective thoughts:

Down To A Sunless Sea-- This episode really clarified that I don't have a firm enough grasp of Cathy as a character. She's usually intuned with her emotions; but the trauma she suffered with her ex was so suppressed (because she didn't want to be a victim) that she couldn't see the parallels between her rationalizations and the woman. Tbf, Jeff? was really slick about his creepster, stalker ways. One thing I did notice: Cathy, since ep. 1, doubts herself a lot; and I like the consistency of that. Overall, I like this episode; but it has touch and go moments I have to think over. Not bad, but a little puzzling (though I completely understood the themes/buildup/character work leading up to and after the climax.)

Fever: Cullen-- definitely a character. I liked that Winslow and Jamie were given more complex places in the story (Winslow arguing aggressively for the community was a great twist to my expectations); and Vincent and Father trying and failing to reason with Cullen was a great story beat. Mouse getting hurt was unexpected but perfectly logical; and I'm glad the episode didn't take the easy way out of that. It also allowed Mouse's forgiving nature to take center stage once more. Vincent and Cathy were stellar; and I'm glad the chest wasn't dumped into the pit.

Everything Is Everything-- An okay ep. Loved the boy character and his relationship with Cathy; enjoyed the gift of words motif woven throughout; enjoyed the politics of the group (a mirror to Below but with more archaic, inflexible rules); liked the scene where the dogs cowered to the beast in Vincent; and Vincent's intercession with the grandfather and his conversations with Father were great, too.

To Reign In Hell-- Marvelous episode (though I did laugh at the giant rising and sinking into the mists.) The backstory, Winslow, Pascal, Jamie, Cathy, Vincent, Father, the community, Paracelsus-- all of them excellent with not a step out of place. Really getting attached to and even more curious about the world Below. Cathy learning to stop her fear from affecting her and Vincent's connection was one of those "ah, there's that thing Nan wrote about!" moments, so that was fun. John Pater chews up the scenery (which were all fantastic.) Winslow will be missed-- hadn't thought that's how he would die, actually, but his funeral scene was top tier.

Ozymandias-- Only Cathy would be surprised that a man willing to ignore the sins of his employees in their first ep. together would do it again (security guards, tower issues, etc.) I loved that Elliot chose the tower over Cathy; loved Elizabeth and her plot (and that I got to mee her~) and how Mouse rose to the occasion, though not wisely, to help her; love Cathy's old friend and her plotline; loved Joe's participation; loved the end scene. Great episode.

A Happy Life-- Love this episode. I think it finally gave Cathy something to ground herself in. Love that Vincent let her go, love that the anniversary of her mother's death spurred it, love her father's comfort and understanding, love Joe's admittance and regret, love her friend to death, love how her "happiness" was parallel to Vincent's longing and mourning, love that she drove back immediately and Vincent knew and met her, love that there was progress to this side of her character (one might say finally.) LOVE Father's speech about praying for them both (saw it on your blog and was waiting to see where it would slot into the series. Perfect placement.) Great final episode.

And now-- onto the book between S1 and S2! :DDDDDD

Yay! Season 1 is in the books. Can't wait for you to start S2.

This episode really clarified that I don't have a firm enough grasp of Cathy as a character. She's usually intuned with her emotions; but the trauma she suffered with her ex was so suppressed (because she didn't want to be a victim) that she couldn't see the parallels between her rationalizations and the woman.

And now you're venturing into the territory where I start to lose some of my patience with Cathy. We've already established her naïveté when it comes to anything outside her established worldview. I think she can also be willingly obtuse when it comes to things she just doesn't want to deal with. I've said before that I don't think she has a malicious bone in her body, but she's really bad at thinking about anything beyond the moment she's living in. And that exacts a heavy toll. Not only on her, but on Vincent, too. BTW, her crazy ex-boyfriend/stalker is Stephen Bass. Remember that name. This won't be the last time you hear it.

Everything Is Everything-- An okay ep.

Yep, that's about all I have to say about it. This is one of the eps I told you early on you could skip. Now you know why. 🤣

Everything you said about Fever and To Reign in Hell? I agree 100%. Great episodes. I like Cullen so much that I hijacked him, along with one particular line of his to Vincent in that ep, and built my "Vincent - the Early Years" fanfic on that. And I still miss Winslow. He was a great character.

Only Cathy would be surprised that a man willing to ignore the sins of his employees in their first ep. together would do it again

Right?? That's what I was saying up there! It's one of those "Oh, Cathy, what are you doing?" moments.

I loved that Elliot chose the tower over Cathy

Yes!! That's a pretty damn big ask she had of him, and his response was completely understandable. I would've told her no, too. Love doesn't mean giving up your dreams just because someone wants you to. Only Vincent would consider that a reasonable request. And he's way too good at giving up on his dreams.

Agree with everything you said about A Happy Life. It was damn near perfect as a first season finale. I gotta ask: what did you think about the "soul" kiss at the end? Ron Koslow (the creator/showrunner) was willing to have it end with a real kiss, but Standards & Practices at CBS made them do it that way instead. They were worried folks would consider a real kiss to be bestiality. Can you believe that? Oh well, it was a long time ago.

Have fun reading Bright Spirit Descending. You'll notice as you get to the end of it that Nan stole some of what she'd written for AWTN and plugged it into this pro novel. But hey, if you can't steal from yourself, than who can you steal from? 😁

Don't forget, when you start S2, to watch Chamber Music before Remember Love. I think Chamber Music beautifully sets the theme and tone of S2. Make of that what you will.

#beauty and the beast 1987 #discussion #ask and answer

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Mid Week Review. Was able to watch the ep last night and jot down my thoughts. After this one only have 5 left in S1. Wild. Off we go.

1x15 Manhunt

The cold open is too funny. The "commercial" is hilarious LOL Poor Lucy struggled the most in it with her lines. They all find out they were pranked and it wasn't real. Lucy looking back and getting that reaction from Tim. I am dying haha Lucy is so embarrassed and slightly mortified. Not Tim he’s having a good time with this haha

Once again enjoying himself far too much at her displeasure hehe Who is this man? Not the Tim she had in very beginning that's for sure. Making jokes, being a goober, and laughing with the other T.O.'s having a grand old time. She really did this to herself ha I love it so much. I mean look at this man and his beautiful smile. He is having a blast and it shows. Truly a wonder to behold I gotta say.

Ep kicks off strong. There is a prison escape from a transport bus so Tim and Lucy are on the hunt. They round up one guy right away. Make quite the entrance saying there is only 6 left. I love this shot for the height difference between them. Always loved their tall/small thing. Makes me happy. I can't really explain why other than it does.

Afterwards they are assigned inside the search grid canvassing neighborhoods and such. Telling people who are out to stay indoors for now. They run into a little neighborhood militia not long after. They say they’re defending their neighborhood. The body language they both give to these dopes LOL. It's too damn good. If they could eye roll any harder with how they react to them they would haha These idiots try and do a citizens arrest for a gardener. Tim and Lucy both lay into them like a tag team. Getting them to back off and beat it. So fun to watch honestly.

Tim ends it with telling them if they see them out again they’ll get arrested. Cracks me up Lucy calls him on what the codes he used to scare them. She just can't help herself. Tim making jokes and being a sassy pants with her I adore it. Her little smile at him when he says ‘They don’t know that.’ it’s a theme in this one for Lucy. Just looking at Tim with smiles/heart eyes. I’m here for it.

Feds are involved much to Tim's dismay. Using their tactics to locate the remaining escaped prisoners. Everyone splits off after their debrief with them. Lucy and Tim go back to station to meet up with an informant of Tim’s. Says he'll know about one of the escaped convicts. Used to be in the gang the 54 who this prisoner is currently affiliated with. As they're walking up to meet his informant Lucy is asking about predictive analytics. It was brought up earlier in their meeting and Tim disagreed with its method.

So of course Lucy is going to probe more about it. Tim explains how it’s not as good as hitting the streets. That Feds rather use a computer than scuff their loafers. He’s so passionate about what he does and how he does things in patrol. Just look at her face above while he’s explaining why his way better than the fed's computer. She knows it’s something he’ll fiercely defend. Something he takes seriously and a little personally.

It’s why when Lucy tries to play devils advocate on the subject he asks her who’s side she’s on? Clearly not pleased with her defending this computer vs what he considers real police work. Lucy has learned where to pick her battles with Tim. She knows when to push something and when not to. This was not one of them. Lucy is adorable and says she didn’t know there were sides...but she’s on his definitely his LOL damn they cute.

Lucy instantly likes Deacon because he’s apart of Tim’s past. Something she has very little insight into other than Isabel. So she’s all over it when Deacon tells her he knew Tim when he was a rookie. Tim isn't loving this conversation. Its like the sign at the zoo. 'Don't feed the animals.' How Tim is feeling with this interaction haha He's putting up a sign says 'Don't feed Lucy details.' haha Deacon tells Tim that he likes her. Tim rolls his eyes and says he’s ‘Thrilled.’ You know you are sir. He’s proud of Lucy and the fact she's his rookie. Don't lie Timothy. Deacon continues by saying every time he see's Tim it's like a time machine for him.

I do adore Tim’s reaction when Deacon says only thing that's changed is the lines on his face. He's slightly offended by this. I love the way he looks at Lucy. Like checking in she still thinks he’s a handsome man. It’s ok love, you very much are. Just look at the heart eyes she’s giving you. Case and point above and below.

Also Lucy, girl you are at work. Put those things away madam haha She’s as transparent as glass and makes my heart happy. If her goal is to hide her attraction/admiration she is failing pretty hard lmao Like an open book this one. I do think she is really enjoying this guy razzing him so much. Just like Tim at the beginning of the episode she is relishing in his discomfort. What a pair these two.

Tim has a small talk with Angela before they leave. Asking if he’s changed at all since she’s met him. He's clearly more shaken up from his convo with Deacon then he originally lead on. Angela makes a crack and says he’s gotten more annoying. Ha poor Tim. He asks her to be more serious. She replies the Isabel situation changed him. He asks her if its for the better or not? Breaks my heart he doesn’t see the changes in himself. But he is seeing/sensing he needs to change something up though. Angela's reply to this all is the best part. This line right here is my fav of the scene.

Since he met Lucy Chen, Angela. Ever since he met her. Does things he never did before. Like this introspection. Before he would've shrugged that convo off. Buried it deep inside like he did everything else before. Put it in a little box never to be opened again. With her influence in his life he takes that convo little more to heart. Tim has no idea the amount he’s changed just from knowing her. The small things that if you’re not paying attention you’d miss. S1 has been incredible growth for his character.

I do love Angela's last shot at him as Tim and Lucy are leaving. That sweet little smile he gives when he hears Angela’s reply. I’ve always loved their friendship. She truly is one of his best friends. This scene is a good display of that. Of them being close. Being serious when needed but mainly giving each other shit haha Lucy looks confused but not unhappy he’s happy.

Tim and Lucy arrive at the house of Tim's informant. He’s currently protecting the prisoner they talked about. Unfortunately the gang he’s pissed off is waiting for them upon arrival. Nolan’s situation with his fugitive has taken most of their resources. So it’s just them against a whole gang to protect his informant and the prisoner. Lucy starts to get nervous when the gang begins wrecking their shop. Tim makes a joke it'll be a lot of paperwork for her. Lucy doesn't bite at the joke. You can see how nervous she is. She asks if at some point they give the 54 what they want. Weighing one life against the lives of many. Do they need to make that hard call?

Tim's reply is excellent. That strong sense of justice shining through in this moment. He can see Lucy isn't comfortable with their odds at all. Has to remind her like he did back in 1x11. That this is their job. What they signed up for. He's doing what he does best with her. Being her pillar while also injecting logic into the scenario they are currently in. He can sense her unease and is trying to alleviate it.

What I love most about this scene is Tim’s moral compass and bravery. It’s something Lucy most definitely likes as well. Also what she needs at this point in time. She's in awe of him when she says You’re willing to die for that guy? It’s in her inflection. She’s so impressed he would be willing to lay down his life for him. His reply to her cements this even further. The way he delivers his line. Phew lord. I think Lucy just fell a little more in love with him right here. She already been giving him heart eyes all day. This increased them ten fold. The way he stands up and lets Lucy see that confidence. How he refuses to let the 54 shake his resolve. He won’t let fear dictate what he knows is right.

The awe struck wonder in her eyes for him. My goodness. Earlier Angela brought up how Tim has grown since Isabel. This is further proof of that. He won’t ever allow fear to let him do something he would be ashamed of in the light of day. Amazing how much he's grown since that moment in 1x07. When his moral compass is on fire like it is right now, I think Lucy’s respect/admiration (and honestly her attraction) grows the most for Tim.

She’s getting a peak into Tim at his core. Who he is as a person. You can tell she very much likes what she sees. Nothing more attractive than a man with a plan and strong in his convictions IMO. Also who is confident in what he’s doing. Lucy needs to see that right now as she is rattled by the uneven numbers in their situation.

Deacon decides to go out and talk to them. They start to beat him up. Tim tells Lucy to stay inside. To protect their prisoner at all costs no matter what happens to him. Tim goes out to reason with the gang. To take the heat off Deacon and onto himself. Eventually the calvary shows up for them. Tim gets to look like a bad ass when they do. The way he says he’s never alone or out numbered. *fans self* always love me some confident Tim. I’ll take that all damn day.

This look between them speaks volumes. It shows the trust and bond that’s been built between them. She was worried and rightfully so but he kept her calm. He was steadfast for them both and she trusted in that. Leaned on him. She knew he would get them out of this situation and he did. That nod of his is Tim’s way of acknowledging all that. Thanking her for trusting him. That beautiful unspoken connection is on full display in this moment. Lucy is beaming from that nod. I love them so much. The ep ends for them there as far as scenes together go.

Tim's final scene is in Grey's office. That introspection Tim does leads him to decide to go for Sergeant. Says he's ready to take that next step. Grey asks what took him so long haha Lets him know it's going to require a lot of studying to prep. I LOVE this. We all know what moment this leads to. The impact Lucy has on his life is so immense. Lead him down this path. Makes me happy.

Always thank you all for your likes/comments/reblogs. These reviews are so fun for me to do. Even more so knowing others are enjoying it as well. See you all in 1x16 :)

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