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sturniololoco · 3 months

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I KNOW YOURE CLEANING OUT YOUR INBOX BUT I WAS THINKING AFTER THE TRIPLETS NEW VID TODAY

SLS where reader and chris are the only two who dont test positive for covid, so they have to hunker down in chris’ room together. except, her and chris arent as close as her and nick and her and matt, so they disagree and argue a bit before they make up and bond <33

Covid

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Sick, language, fighting, etc.

SLS/N's POV

Nick got covid right after last week's Friday video, then passed it on to Matt, so they both have to quarantine by themselves. Chris and I were still standing though, but now we had to quarantine together in his room, in the hope of avoiding the sickness.

"Hey, guys. As you know Nick got covid and now Matt has it now. So I'm stuck with this goofball until they all feel better," Chris said to the vlog.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my AirPods in my ears, not wanting to put up with his shit at the moment.

Chris and I aren't as close as I am with Matt and Nick. I'm not sure why though, I guess I just drift to people who aren't annoying little grimlins every time you try and talk to them.

It was finally dark outside and it was time for bed. after a day of hearing Chris talk and talk and talk into a camera has made my head began to throb.

But I wasn't going to bed anytime soon.

Chris was playing fortnight with Matt right now, and being extremely loud while doing it, banging on the table and screaming our strings of cuss words.

I walk over to his closet, yawning, pulling out one of his fresh Love hoodies and throwing it on, leaving the hood on. I snuggle under Chris's covers, getting warm, and being so tired that I fell fast asleep in the middle of my brothers bed, even with him screaming in the background.

Chris's POV

"Alright man, I'm tired as fuck. I'm signing off." I heard Matt say through my headset. I told him I loved him, then turned off my PC.

After throwing on some sweats and a sleep shirt, I walk over to my bed, ready to crash.

But I stop once I see SLS/N laying in the middle, snuggled up in one of my hoodies that was too big for her.

I couldn't help but thinking how adorable she looked, snapping a picture then sending it to Matt and Nick.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I was just gonna lift her really fast. I snaked my arms up under her and picked her up bridal style before laying down with her in my lap.

As I pulled the blankets up, I hear her mumble something incoherent in her sleep, snuggling close into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, drifting to sleep myself.

SLS/N's POV

I woke up this morning to the pounding headache that hadn't gone away over night like I hoped. I opened my back pack full of things I brought from my room and pulled out my emergency bottle of Tylenol, I climbed back into bed, popping two in my mouth.

Chris was still asleep, but I really wanted to snuggle up into his warmth like last night. I don't know why, but it felt so good getting cuddles from him. Probably because we don't hang out enough for me to ever get some on the regular.

I ever so gently lifted his arm, crawling under it before letting it go. I felt him stir as his hand hit the mattress and look up just in time to see him blink the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean too wake you up." I mumbled, kind of embarrassed.

"Its fine, I promise. Are you okay?" He asked, probably seeing the squint my face was making due to the throbbing in my head.

I shrugged and told him my head still hurt like a bitch.

"Well why don't you do your covid test then hop in the shower while you wait, The hot water will probably help your head." He said, reaching over to his night stand to grab a new test.

I hop out of the shower and change into some sweats and one of Chris's big t-shirts, then immediately go and check my test.

I reads negative, as does the one next to it which I assume is Chris's. I sigh in relief, not wanting to get sick at all.

I walk into Chris’s bedroom to see him scrolling on his phone in his bed. l’m surprised when I see him put his phone down and open his arms for a cuddle. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso, the awkwardness only lasting half a second.

“hey sissy?” I hear him mumble quietly into my hair. I hum in response. He clears his throat thickly and I can hear the emotion in his throat.

“I just wanted to say that I’m glad we got to spend this time with you. I love you so so much and that will never change.”

I look up to see a tear fall from his eye, but he quickly whipes it away. I feel my own tears coming and I snuggle up close into his chest.

“That was cringey.” I say, laughing out a sob. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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Hi!! Can I request an Ateez reaction to you being unusually cuddly and just latching onto them after a long day? Maybe because you're upset about something, or just tired, on your period etc. I've been feeling really tired lately and the thought of cuddling the fuck out of them is one of the few remaining things that keep me going lol. But if you don't want to write this, that's completely fine too of course!!! Thank you and have a nice day :) ❤️

ateez reaction to you being in need of comfort

genre: fluff

word count: 1k

warnings: joong's and hwa's reactions are sort of like mini scenarios?? idk it still cute and fluffy all the same

author's notes: lowercase intentional. oh anon i totally feel you on this one :( i am super proud of you, please get some rest when you can. i hope these reactions make you feel a little better. sending lots of love <3

hongjoong

it had been a long, stressful week, to say the least. so you decide to join hongjoong in the studio one afternoon. you'll be sitting with him quietly, watching him do his thing. but the need for physical contact took over you. you decide to get up, walking over to him, at first wrapping your arms around him from behind. he smiled fondly at your touch, turning around to look at you. what he didn't expect was to see tears glisten over your eyes. "jagi..." hongjoong's voice was soft, quiet, laced with sympathy and love. he turned his chair around to face you fully and pulled you onto his lap. "i'm sorry joongie" you whimpered as you hugged him tightly. "i'm just a bit tired and sensitive today that's all." hongjoong would shush your apologies and rub circles on your back to soothe you. "it's okay, i got you."

seonghwa

life just wasn't treating you right lately. you had become emotionally exhausted and it took a big toll on you. so when you slipped into seonghwa's room, you didn't want to make eye contact with him. he immediately notices your uncharacteristic demeanour. "y/n? you okay sweetie?" he inquired. finally giving in and looking at him, you burst into tears, not being able to control yourself anymore. seonghwa would rush up to you, extremely concerned. he would scoop you up in his arms and cradle you, letting you cry into his neck. he himself would probably be emotional and distressed from your crying in general. you cling onto him for the rest of the night and he clings onto you too. there's no way he's letting you go.

yunho

yunho is such an easy boyfriend. if you want space? he will give it to you. similarly, if you want to hang off of him like a koala bear the whole day, who is he to deny such a request? yunho just loves to know that he is your source of comfort. his way of soothing you is by distracting you from any negative thoughts by talking about other different random things. he likes to make jokes here and there because he wants to see you smile <///3 but all this time he is using the sweetest, softest voice for you. as much as he likes joking around he does take your emotions seriously, so if he senses that his jokes aren't landing the way he wants them to, he will stop and provide you with a big bear hug <//3

yeosang

i know yeosang seems quite shy but he does like to feel needed/wanted. so on the days when you just need him to hold you and cuddle you softly, he would really like that. he is such a softie :(( he would just love cuddling in peaceful silence with you, both of you relaxing together and dwelling in each others company. you both are very comforted. if you are just tired, it is easier for him to comfort you, getting you relaxed and making you comfortable enough to drift off to sleep in his arms. however, if you are sad, he might be a little awkward at first, not knowing how to comfort you. he would likely stay silent and pull you in for a tight hug, letting you cry and vent to him about anything.

san

he is like an expert in comforting you because he knows exactly what to say and do to make you feel better. san is would be just as clingy as you tbh. he just lives and thrives off of cuddles so when you tell him you are sad and weak and just want to be close to him the boy literally melts. 'ahh my baby you have nothing to worry about, i'm here" he would say in his cute pouty voice that he does, all to make you feel better. he will sit you on his lap and cuddle you so close, cooing and kissing all your worries and negative thoughts away. looking at you with so much affection in his eyes, he will not stop saying how much he loves you.

mingi

this guy wants cuddles all the time like it's not a joke. he might stiffen up a bit when he sees you upset because he is anxious he might say or do the wrong thing and possibly hurt your feelings or make things worse. but he tries his very best. you will both get into your pyjamas and he will pull you onto his chest so you guys are all snuggly together. he will probably put on a comfort movie and play with your hair, whispering different compliments here and there: "you look so beautiful today" and "i can't believe you're mine." would feel proud if you fell asleep on him, because he knows he's made you feel relaxed <3333

wooyoung

"why are you latching onto me huh? did you miss me that much today?" wooyoung's tone would be playful as he teased you, feeling your arms wrapped around his form in a back hug. when he doesn't hear you respond he turns around to face you, and after seeing your tearful and exhausted face, he softens and pulls you in for a deeper hug. "well i still don't think you missed me as much as i missed you baby" he says in a gentler tone, giving you a reassuring squeeze before plopping on the couch with you, cuddling the night away.

jongho

jongho isn't used to you being extra cuddly. he doesn't really know what to do at first, sort of quirking up an eyebrow when you continue to hang onto him and embrace him. but he will accept your affection with a light-hearted chuckle. still, he can sense something isn't quite right. "you okay, jagi?" he would ask in a soft but firm voice. when you lower your gaze, he would reach out to grab your hand and pull your body closer to his. "tell me what's wrong then. i'm here. i'm listening."

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yourangel137 · 11 months

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Wanderer comforting reader who is going through very bad depression/self harm

Last but not least, I have to repost this one 100%. I'm just also very proud of this one! Sorry not sorry :3

Pairings: Wanderer X GN!reader (Using of both Scara and Kuni in this story)

Warnings: Mention of blood, very bad self-harm, descriptive depression symptoms, descriptive suicidal thoughts

Genres: Angst + Comfort

Type: One-shot

Word count: 1025 words

POV: First part: reader pov, second part: Wanderer pov, third part: reader pov

Summary: Reader feels the urge to give up thinking Scara left them for good

For anyone with suicidal thoughts, selfharm thought. Please!!! Get help!! Call for help!!

Suicide hotlines

It’s not like he wanted to be busy, it’s not like he wanted to leave you alone, it’s not like he wished for you to leave, yet it seems to feel that way to you. Sometimes his harsh words can make you feel insecure or his harsh words seem to make you overthink at certain moments. Like today.. you haven’t seen Scara for at least 2 weeks now and it’s been extremely lonely for you. What if he doesn’t actually come back? What if he actually doesn’t want to come back? You’ve read his letter, you’ve read how he will come back as soon as he can and how he promises to bring you your favourite flowers as a compensation for leaving you for so long. But after that letter, you didn’t hear anything from him for so long.

Even if it’s only been 2 weeks since he left, it feels like an eternity. Your brain works overtime, thinking about possible negative outcomes, something your brain seems to do a lot whenever you are alone. Worry fills your brain, what if he’s hurt? But it’s also filled with disgusting comments about yourself because maybe... you really aren’t good enough after all.

You get up from your couch and walk towards the table where the letter you read still lies. Your heart aches, tears form in your eyes. “What do I do? He could’ve at least.. said goodbye to my face instead of leaving a letter. What if.. you never come back.” That’s when your eyes focus on the knife on the table. You placed it there for when you need to eat dinner, but right now your thoughts wander to a different reason for using the knife. Your brain fills itself with dark thoughts, darkness fully covering up the light you managed to create in your brain before. Your hand grabs the knife handle, lifting the sharp small knife and inspecting the sharpness by sliding your finger over it.

Your breath starts breaking it’s usual calm breathing pattern, blood rushing to your brain while you do the one thing you had told yourself never to do again. It hurts, it hurts to feel the wounds you created, it hurts to feel the blood gush out of them.. But nothing hurts more than your brain punishing you for just trying your best. The blood drips down onto the floor, painting the floor with the red drops of despair and sadness. What do you do now? Yet panic is the last thing you think about as dizziness starts to overtake your body instead. You drop the knife, shaking uncontrollable as reality starts to hit you slowly. Quickly you grab the table to stay stable. ‘What do I do now? Is this the end?’ You think to yourself. You didn’t even hear Scara opening and closing the front door and calling out to you. The last thing you see are his eyes filled with shock and disbelief and the flowers he had promised to bring along falling on the ground, before you passed out from the blood loss.

Before you could fall on the ground, Scara catches you and slowly drops you down to the floor with him. His eyes tear up, not being able to know how to reply to the image he sees before him. The person he loves is unconcious in his arms, bleeding like crazy.

‘what do I do what do I do what do I do?!’ He starts to panic. Why did you never tell him about your relapsing?! He wouldn’t have left otherwise.. “This is all my fault..” Tears fall down and drop onto your cheek. Immediately he thinks he lost you, thinking you died in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it. But then the moment he sees your chest still rising and falling, is the moment he lifts you up and carefully brings you to bed. He has to do everything now to keep you alive and he’s willing to sacrifice anything. He stops the bleeding, getting it all over himself and the bed but he really doesn’t care. Then he bandages the wounds and keeps a very close eye to you while waiting for you to wake up.

“Please.. just wake up.”

The moment you open your eyes, you’re met with your lovers eyes. His eyes still teary and his cheeks still damp from the amount of tears he cried out while waiting for you to wake up. You wanted to speak to him, you wanted to apologize, you wanted to tell him that it’s not his fault, but he started speaking first. “Are you dumb?! Why didn’t you tell me you were relapsing?! I wouldn’t have left! This is all my fault.. You scared me! I thought I lost you!” Tears fell down his eyes again, showing you a vulnerable state he always wants to hide from others. You watch him hesitantly reach out for your hand, you eventually grab his hand the moment he got close enough to yours. “I might not say it a lot but I do love you.. I don’t.. want to lose you.”

You didn’t think it would hurt him so much to see you like this, but you can clearly feel him tremble a bit. “You.. were scared of losing me?” You hear him curse under his breath before giving your hand and soft squeeze. “Yes! Why wouldn’t I?!” He answers, his voice having a slight tremble as well.

“I’m sorry Kuni. It’s not your fault, please-“

“I love you.” He cut you off.

You open your mouth again to say something but instead you decide to shut your mouth instead. You watch him get up and soon enough you feel him softly press a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll get you some more help, I don’t think I bandaged you up very well. Take rest.” He let’s go of your hand and showed you a small smile. You simply nod before opening your mouth again to speak. “I love you too, Kuni..”

“I know you do. Now shut up and sleep, you’ll feel better soon I promise.”

Thank you for reading, I'll always be here if you need someone to talk to <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 15-03-2023

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justchronicallyillthings · 8 days

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After sitting with my feelings about the apology, I have some thoughts. Because I wanted to forgive and forget, but I don't think I can. I think, at best, I can forgive, but I won't be able to forget. The leaving youtube video was very out of touch and it took too long to apologize and admit that they fucked up.

I don't think they intended to or wanted to apologize and backtrack. The apology video being 4 minutes long and released at the time it was today makes me believe two things:

1.) They saw the negative feedback and decided to ignore it and hope it would fade into the background. They had all day Friday to respond but didn't. And they could have responded at any time on Saturday or Sunday. Hell, the apology wasn't even ready to go this morning. Which is further proof that they really believed support would grow for the subscription service.

2.) When they got to their expensive ass LA office today they probably discussed this and realized that they royally fucked up. Other youtubers were making videos discussing how bad it was. Patreons were rightfully pissed. They were losing subscribers and followers left and right. And I think something sunk in, and they realized they could not wait for us to forget. We were not going to forget, and the number of subscribers to the watcher channel was probably extremely low. They had to do something before they ruined their entire company. This is why we got the apology video when we did today. It was short, too late, and feels like trying to placate us too much.

I will give them props that they did make the right choice by still allowing free content, by making it up to patreons, offering refunds, and admitting they fucked up. But I can't shake the feeling that they had zero intention of backtracking and saying sorry. It felt like they were playing a waiting game and lost horribly and now they are trying to save face.

They are doing now what should have been done in the beginning. And I'm curious to see how it will play out. But I will never give them a dime of my money. In the future that may change but I have no desire to waste the money I desperately need every penny of to survive on a group of people who were so quick to tell myself and other poor people to go fuck themselves. So I wish them the best but they best learn to manage their finances and live within their means.

#watcher #something about the whole situation just dont sit right with me #i think a large part of it may be LA brain rot #and just not knowing the difference between what actually hurting for money is versus not being able to afford an expensive lifestyle #either way #they aint getting another dime out of me #but good luck dudes #ill forgive ya here in a bit #but ill be damned if i forget how badly this was mismanaged

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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when their insecure: m.k hc

WOAH LEMME START BY SAYING THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS I'm in shock, thank you everyone for the lovely comments/requests/interactions, it makes me so happy and i’m unbelievably grateful! ❤️

also i got an anon request similar to this so thank you for the inspiration!

warnings: angst, fluff, themes of insecurities, implied smut, you x moon boys

STEVEN:

It isn’t a foreign feeling to him

he’s felt insecure many times

whether that be his fighting, or his talking, or the fact he’s subconsciously scared your comparing him to his alters

he feels the gnawing of insecurity more often than not.

today is particularly bad

he felt it when he woke up, thought he must’ve had some kind of nightmare

and it didn’t help you were nowhere to be seen

not beside him like you usually where when he woke up

he felt needy

he needs you

so, he paces the entirety of the flat twice

talking to himself, trying to reason with his brain

but nothing works

it’s all blurred, tainted with the negative feelings plaguing his brain.

he’s about to give up when he hears the door click open

and you there, bustling with a few bags, two coffees from the café

you notice his presence and sigh, putting the items down

“Sorry, love, thought I'd get a head start and beat the queues, I was going to leave a note but I thought I’d be back before- oh.”

He was practically falling into your arms, hands grabbing at your back to bring you closer to him

head burying itself in your shoulder

“hey, darling, what’s wrong?”

he didn’t reply, tears pricking his eyes, relishing in the feeling of you

your smell, your touch, your embrace

you.

so, you stroke his back, kissing the top of his head, his forehead, anywhere you can access with his body practically engulfing yours

eventually, you pry him off you, just to look into his eyes

hands cupping his cheeks, wiping any stray tears

no because i’ll cry thinking about him crying

“What’s wrong, my love, hmm? ‘s okay, you can talk to me, whatever you need.”

and he nods, allowing you to drag him to the sofa, your hands taking both of his, smoothing the skin with your own

and he begins talking

it helps him when he’s insecure, just to talk, to see you listening

he consumes your advice and comfort like it’s the last thing he’ll ever hear, like it will give him the secrets of the universe

“I don’t want to burden you, lovie, i-i’m sorry if i did, i’m probably just being silly.”

“No, you aren’t, Steven. You never could, not ever.”

You offer him words of comfort, kissing the entirety of his face between praises, as he melts into your touch

before he’s asking you ‘can you hold me?’ with the softest voice you’ve ever heard

and of course you nod because you’d like nothing more

and that’s where you stay for the rest of the morning, wrapped in each other’s embrace

not worried about the coffee going cold

but most importantly, Steven slowly forgives his insecurities.

MARC:

You didn’t realise it hurt him.

but your head was surrounded by white heat, anger taking rationality hostage

it was an argument, one that been building up for the past week

tension’s were running high and everyone could feel it.

at one point, it snapped

Marc had said stuff he didn’t mean

and you had, too

venom spitting at venom

but it was when you asked for Steven, voice low, cracked, followed by, “I can’t bear to be around you anymore,”, it hit.

it felt like a blow of extreme wind had hit him in the gut and blew him through the wall, all throughout London before dropping him back off

I can’t bear to be around you anymore.

When he was next fronting, he didn’t quite know how to act around you

you had come to him straight away, voice small, apologies leaving your lips and arms open

he had reciprocated this, not wanting to continue the conflict longer, not after everything had already been said

but it followed him.

the heavy feeling in his chest from those words you had said

the harsh tugging on his stomach, kind of like nausea, but more like... fear

the screaming in his brain that wasn’t Jake, nor Steven, but him, his own thoughts, his own...

insecurities.

he felt the urge to pull away

to be where you weren’t

in fear of causing you pain, or that you didn’t want him anymore

that you wanted Steven, or Jake, but not him.

you could feel him distancing himself, could feel the lack of his presence in the recent part of your life, and you wanted to know why

the icing on the cake came one night.

you were in bed, nearly asleep, when the door opened

the boys had been away on a mission the past day and in your disoriented state, you mumbled a, ‘steven?’

it was not, in fact, Steven, but Marc, who felt an overwhelming sense of sadness

when their was no reply, you rubbed your eyes, sitting up

his figure was turned away from you, expression hidden

so you turn on the lamp, get up, walk over to where one of your boyfriend’s is slightly hunched over

“hi, baby,” you whisper, wrapping your arms round his waist, but pulling away when he tenses

“ ‘m not Steven.”

“I know, i’m sorry, it was dark and i was confused-”

“I’m a monster.”

oh.

it took you off guard, made you step back in shock

where was this coming from?

“Baby-”

“Steven isn’t. He’s so sweet and nice and perfect for you.”

“No, Marc, honey, where is-”

“You can’t bare me, don’t even need me around anymore.”

the words hit you like a truck, the sickly sense of deja vu spreading across you like a disease

“Marc...”

but you were at a loss for words.

he was still turned away from you, refusing to look at your face when you tell him he’s right, that he should leave.

but then you were there, in front of him, tears welling in your eyes

“baby, i’m so sorry. so sorry, oh Marc, this is all my fault. I was just mad, I didn’t mean it. I need you. I always will, fuck, i need you now and always, ‘m so sorry.”

he was crying. more tears flowing at every word.

he didn’t realise how his insecurities had been weighing him down until they were coming out as tears from his eyes, sobs from his body

and you were there as he fell on his knees, letting out everything he had been building up for a while.

you fell with him

where he went, you vowed to go.

you opened your arms and he reluctantly went into them, afraid a part of you was telling the truth when you said those unutterable words

but not even a grain of you meant it

you kept repeating the words ‘i’m sorry’ and ‘your not a monster’ and ‘your perfect, baby,’

eventually, his sobbing subsides, and he’s laying still in your arms

your hands stroking through his hair as tears threaten to fall

“marc?” you whisper after a moment of silence

he is silent but looks up at you, eyes puffy

“I love you. okay? I love you. And i’ll never forgive myself for making you feel like that, but I will do everything in my power for the rest of my life to show you how much I need you, how perfect you are, ‘kay?”

he doesn’t react for a moment, afraid if he speaks, he’ll cry again

instead, he nods, moving into your body further, wanting to feel every inch of warmth your body has to offer

gently, you place a kiss to his head, asking if he would like to go to bed, which he agrees too

when you get up, he follows, practically clung to your body, and you make it to the bed

pressing a soft kiss to his lips

both of you falling asleep, as you tell him just how much you need him in your life

and always will.

JAKE:

it is rare that Jake Lockley would be insecure

but sometimes, a brief moment enters him, particularly when he reminds himself you found him last

it took you longer to fall in love with Jake, primarily because you knew Marc and Steven first, longer

there was an adjustment period

but then all the pieces fit together like one of Steven's puzzles.

today was yours and Jake’s 1 year anniversary

he had planned a fancy meal in some fancy restaurant that neither of you could pronounce and was pretty excited

but that excitement diminished when he realised you had already been out for dinner twice recently with the other 2

for their 1 year

it heightened when he confused your complaining about something you saw on the news with complaining about your plans together

it was rare that Jake Lockley was insecure

so when he was, he didn’t quite know how to handle it.

but seeing you come out, dressed for your date, looking quite literally perfect, he felt an overwhelming urge to have you

his lips were on yours instantly, hands cupping your face, bringing you as close as humanly possible

“Jake! My lipstick-” but you were already shutting up as he kissed you with so much passion, you felt dizzy

he walked the two of you back so that you were against the wall, trapped between his body in a way which made you melt

and his hands were there, running up your leg, wrapping one of them around his waist

“what a-about dinner?”

he was kissing your neck, desperate to feel you under him

“Fuck it. I would rather have you instead, mi amor.”

you gasped as his touch made you dizzy

holy shit he’s so hot ahh

but felt something was off

sure, he was dominant, and most interactions went like this

but he felt like he was holding something back

so, veryyyy reluctantly, you lightly pushed him away

so he was looking at you

and when he chased your lips, you smiled, muttering a ‘wait’

“hmm? what’s wrong?”

“was gonna ask you the same question, Jake.”

he looked confused- how could you read him better than he could read himself?

“Nothing.” he lied, going to kiss you again when you offered him a look and put your arm between the two of you

“hey... we can talk about it if you want?”

“No. I think it’s pretty clear what I want right now.”

in true jake style, his words were punctuated by a squeeze to your waist

you refrained from rolling your eyes

and straight-up giving in

because let’s face it: he’s very tempting

“Okayyy. But if you tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can help fix it. and the quicker we do that, the quicker we can do,” you bite your lip teasingly, “other things.”

“Fuck, Cariño. Fine, gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

you peck his lips lovingly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the edge of the bed to sit down

before waiting expectantly

he rose his eyebrow as if to say ‘this is stupid do i really have to do this’

but he sighed, giving in to your comforting gaze

“I just feel, how do I put this... I don’t know. Just, reminded how you loved me last.”

“Last?”

“Just... Out of us, I was last. Last to have you, last to kiss you, last to... this is fucking stupid.”

“No, Jake, it isn’t.” you said, taking his hand in yours. “It isn’t stupid. Honestly, I understand. I wish I knew about you sooner as well, because then we would’ve had longer together. But now that we have each other, we can spend the rest of our lives finding new firsts, and new lasts. Together, all of us, okay?”

Jake grinned, nodding, chuckling even

“So lucky, mi amor, so lucky to have you.”

he peppered kisses all over your exposed skin, making you laugh as he repeated the words ‘i love you’, sometimes in Spanish

and then he was pulling you to straddle him

“What about dinner?”

“What about it? I’m ready for the ‘other things’ now. Are you?”

you nodded, smiling at him

“Glad we sorted that out.”

“Hmm. Now I’m going to show you much I appreciate it.”

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #Steven Grant #marc spector #marc spector angst #jake lockely #jake lockley fluff #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #moon knight angst #moon knight ff

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sof-writes · 2 years

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make me sing ; hwang yeji

Anonymous asked: Producer y/n eating yeji out when recording her solo part of a song and just recording all her pretty moans, helping her “destress”. - 🥯

content warning: nsfw! profanity as always, smut, lots of oral, recording (consensual), a long ass intro that y'all aren't going to read anyway

word count: 1989

a/n: WOW sos for her kitty I guess? thanks for inspring me bagel anon! I didn't proofread this bc I'm too lazy but I hope it came out alright lol. feedback (positive or negative) welcome as always. 💖

a/n 2: I wrote a sequel to this featuring choi jisu aka lia.

Your fingers hovered over the red button in front of you, a sigh escaping your mouth before you pressed it, giving Yeji the ability to hear you from the other side of the lightly tinted glass.

"Try to relax your voice a little more on the last syllables, it'll make it easier for you to reach the right note. You're almost there" you said in a supportive manner, only to receive a slightly spiritless "Yes" in reply.

Now Yeji usually wasn't the spiritless type, not at all. You'd generally describe her as rather diligent. Today, however, her performance didn't seem to meet her high standards.

"Let's try that once more, okay?" you said, before letting go of the red button.

The instrumental filled the studio, soon to be accompanied by Yeji's unedited vocals. While she didn't necessarily sound bad, it just wasn't it. Judging by the way her facial expression changed as soon as you cut the instrumental, she realised it too.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled as she stepped back from the microphone. Her shoulders fell.

You kinda felt for her. As the leader of the group, she carried a huge responsibility to constantly perform to extremely high standards and to outdo herself.

Your finger ghosted the red button for a bit, not quite sure what other tips you could give her to help her reach the right notes.

"It's okay" you finally spoke, looking at her as you twisted a pen between your fingers "I can always do some editing on this"

She quickly shook her head, shooting down your idea without using words. Apparently, editing wasn't an option.

"No, I can do it" she said, seemingly frustrated "It's just..." a deep sigh "Stress" she adverted her gaze, looking down at her shoes. Not much left of the Yeji who usually tried to keep the positive vibes going during recording sessions.

You nodded understandingly, grabbed a cold bottle of water from the minibar juist under the desk and swivelled the chair, turning your back towards Yeji before getting up. The condensation that quickly formed on the water bottle wetting your hand while you walked towards the door separating the recording booth and the studio.

"Have this" you said, handing her the bottle right after you walked in "And sit down for a bit, you're way too frustrated right now"

"Ordering me around?" she asked humourlessly while flopping down on the couch, using her simple white t-shirt for extra grip in an attempt to open the bottle.

"No, just taking care of you" you countered, shrugging before letting your arms fall to your sides.

Her eyes suddenly lit up. "By giving me a bottle of water?" she scoffed jokingly, before looking back up at you "That's how you take care of a girl stressed beyond limits?" a sly smile formed around her lips "No wonder your ex girlfriend left you"

Panic took over for a second when she mentioned your ex girlfriend. How the hell did she know? People you were working with weren't supposed to know about you being into women... Ah right, you must've told her when you got shitfaced during that company dinner to celebrate the release of their first full alb– wait... What did she just say?

You just stared at her in disbelief, not knowing what to say. Confusion probably visible all over your face.

Contrary to your expectations, Yeji didn't break the eye contact. She kept looking at you intensely, the entertained smile around her lips getting bigger as the seconds passed.

Slowly she got up from the couch, exposing her cleavage as she leaned down to put the water bottle on the floor. You know you shouldn't be looking at her like that, but her comment made it hard not to.

"I'm sure you can come up with something better" she said, her eyes following her hand, which she trailed down your arm just to intertwine her fingers with yours in the end.

"Listen Yeji, we–" you were gonna tell her how you weren't allowed to get involved with any artists you were working with and how this would only make future collaborations between the two of you harder. Yeji didn't want to hear any of it though.

"Oh please" she rolled her eyes before you could even get to the first point. Suddenly, she seemed more confident than ever. "We both know you're not gonna pass up this opportunity"

She softly squeezed your hand as she redirected her eyes back to yours "Besides, don't you want to deliver a great song? A potential all-kill?"

Those cat-like eyes, that piercing gaze, her suggestive smile, the oozing confidence... Fuck it.

You placed your free hand on her hip with the intentions of taking the lead, but she halted you in the process.

"Lock the door" she spoke, her words accompanied by a small nod in the direction of the door between the booth and the studio, which you left open before as this wasn't part of your initial plan.

"Right" you mumbled as you made your way to the door, just to be interrupted for a second time.

"Actually..." Yeji said, her sudden seductive tone causing you to turn around "You might wanna hit record first, producer"

You had never expected Hwang Yeji to say such suggestive words while giving you the most fatal flirtatious look you had ever seen in your life, but it made you feel things, obviously.

As fast as you could, you walked towards the desk on the other side of the wall, hitting record as you looked through tinted glass just to catch Yeji wiggling off her light blue jeans. It obviously wasn't going to be romantic, but fuck that.

With one swift movement, you closed the door, locking yourself in the soundproof booth with a now half-naked Hwang Yeji.

She sat slightly slouched down on the couch, plain white t-shirt pulled up to just under the swell of her breasts, exposing her toned stomach. Your eyes traveled down a little further, finally landing on her well-groomed pussy between slightly spread legs.

For a second, you considered pinching yourself as you slowly walked up to her... But then you realised that even if this was a dream, you wouldn't want to wake up anyway.

You could feel Yeji's eyes on you as you placed your hands on her toned thighs before getting on your knees between your legs. Her gaze burned, but you didn't dare to look up. Not until she raked her hand through your hair, basically forcing you into making eye contact.

"Well? Make me sing" she whispered seductively, biting her bottom lip impatiently. The words made you squeeze your own thighs together and tighten your grip on hers.

And then, finally, after all the teasing, you tasted her. One long, terribly slow lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. Just the feeling of her warm, soft flesh on your tongue was enough to pull you into a trance.

And God was she delicious. Her pussy was only slightly moist due to her own anticipation, but you couldn't wait to taste her more. Tongue exploring of its own accord, long teasing licks over the full length of her slit as you felt her nails pressing into your scalp, urging you to give her more.

"Hmm" she hummed in a pleased manner as you pushed her legs further apart. Your tongue found its' way between her lips, allowing you to better taste the slippery wetness that slowly but surely started coating her pussy.

Your tongue and lips played with hers, almost as if French kissing, and you got rewarded with a beautiful but soft moan. Too soft to your liking.

So you licked your way up again, wrapping your lips around her clit before softly suckling on it, your nails scratching the insides of her thighs ever so slightly. Now this gave you the reaction you were yearning for.

Her moans got louder and you could feel yourself getting uncomfortably wet too. "Fuck, that's– that's it" she breathed between moans, hand tangled in your hair as if she was afraid you'd stop your assault on her sopping cunt.

You pressed your tongue flat against her clit, lapping on her sensitive nub over and over just to hear her sweet moans.

"You're eating me out so well" she whined, lifting one leg just to throw it over your shoulder, the sudden weight almost causing you to lose balance. "You're gonna make me..." she locked her smooth, long leg behind your neck securely "Gonna make me cum so fucking hard"

Your eyes shot up again while you kept on licking her clit, you had never expected Yeji to have such a foul mouth, but you absolutely loved it.

She had her eyes pressed closed and her head thrown back on to the backrest of the couch. Her free hand was kneading her own tit through the fabric of her bra. She was hopeless for her release.

Noticing how wet she was getting, you couldn't help but let your tongue slide towards her entrance again, greedily lapping up all the heavenly juices that she was leaking.

Initially, she whined at the loss of contact around her most sensitive spot. But as soon you started teasing her entrance with your tongue, she quickly went back to being a constant moaning mess.

"Don't waste anything" she moaned, her strong leg basically forcing your face into her dripping pussy "I'm so– so wet for you"

You just nodded for as far as possible, eagerly licking up her wetness as she started moaning your name. Shit, this was going to be your best fucking recording ever.

"I'm close" she half announced and half moaned. Her body started to squirm, seemingly wanting to direct your tongue back to her nub. "Suck–" she sighed while pulling on your hair "Suck on my clit again"

You hummed lowly before latching your lips onto her engorged nub again, occasionally letting the tip of your tongue come into direct contact with her clit. She was so insanely sensitive.

"Harder!" she demanded desperately, almost screaming between moans.

While not entirely sure if she could take it, you decided to obey. Adding a little extra suction as you toyed with clit.

"I'm..." she didn't have to finish for you to know what she wanted to say. Her legs started shaking, the one that was previously holding you in place even more uncontrollably than the other.

You switched back to flat-tongued licks, hoping you could keep her in her high for as long as humanly possible. She repeated your name over and over again as she pressed her hips up, forcing herself onto your tongue harder while she rode out her orgasm.

Her grip on the back of your head loosened and her hand flailed to her side, falling down on the couch with a thud.

"Ah– stop" she moaned breathlessly as you licked her clean, not wanting to waste anything she gave you. Her body twitched, obviously too sensitive for a second round.

You withdrew your head, moving your jaw to prevent any further cramping before looking at her. She looked absolutely spent, yet tried to regain her composure quickly.

"Well..." she sighed, still out of breath, legs shaky as you both stood up and she straightened her t-shirt. A smile formed around her lips after she reached down to grab her panties and jeans.

She turned her head towards you, seemingly up to something. "Let's try that once more" she teasingly imitated your voice before shooing you back to the studio, where you carefully saved your recording to three different folders just to be sure.

While your computer processed the files, you looked up through the tinted glass. Yeji stood in front of the microphone with her shoulders confidently straightened. Yeah, she definitely was more relaxed than before.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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⚡Hello there!👋⚡

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I was wondering if I could request a Lady Lesso x f!reader. With reader looking a lot like Rafal which makes Leo unsettled and angry (as she thinks r is just like him and isn't as sweet as she pretends). So Lesso acts mean and cold towards r who just trying to be nice causing her to lose it and just yell at her that she is a jerk and confessing in the process her feelings for her along with how self-conscious she is about her appearance. So something angsty but fluffy at the end

Sorry for the long request, it's always a good moment whenever I see you published something. Your works is amazing! 💕

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Him| Angst/H&C

*Authors note~ you all know I had to hit this with some *personal* daddy issues of my own. My lovely moon anon I hope this fore fills the request*

Trigger warnings~ daddy issues? Idk man angst is real here

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You were not surprised when you landed in the school for evil. I mean look at your sperm donor, it all made sense that your bloodline would lead you here. But if there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was being the polar opposite to him. It was something you'd made sure of, anytime you were related to him you'd feel so disappointed in yourself. Just because he gave you half your DNA didn't mean you had to be like him. You were you. You are own person and he wasn't taking that away from you. Or was he?

You were just you, no pretending to be anyone you weren't, yet the Dean of the school seemed to hate you. She was unnecessarily harsh to you, her anger flared at you and for some reason no matter how hard you tried to be good - a weird concept for a never- she seemed to find ways to pick at you. It was borderline ridiculous at this point. You'd seen more of the Doom room than your own dorm, and it was starting to wear on your nerves. Your peers noticing the treatment and teasing you on how you seemed to just piss her off that much. She hated you just by looking at you.

Truly, that hurt, you'd always been so insecure about your looks. You hated that you had most of your facial features in resemblance to him, you wished to look more like your mother. But you can't change that. So you worked on making yourself different to him. But here and now Leonora Lesso was making that extremely difficult, she was making you feel so many negative emotions that bottling them up wasn't an option. The final straw came when you were dragged to the Doom room for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

"You" she sneered as she came strutting forward towards you. "No you!" You roared wondering where the sudden burst of confidence came from. "I'm tired of this! What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so fucking much? Don't tell me you don't because this", you gestured around the room, "says otherwise Lesso. So what the fuck is your problem" you finished off panting from the rant before you realised what had happened. You crouched down into a corner and sobbed, ignoring the other women as you were drawn into your own mind. Thoughts spiralling round your mind.

"Bad. Don't wanna be him. Fuck so stupid. Need to be better. Don't want to be him. Need to be me. Not him." You muttered over and over as you rocked yourself slightly. There in that moment Lesso saw her error, yet she didn't dare say anything. What if this was a trick? Just like he would do? She couldn't let her guard down yet. It was too much of a risk.

Some time later you'd managed to soothe yourself enough for you to stand up. "You know for someone who's so fucking gorgeous you can be a real asshole. I don't understand why I want you to like me so bad. It's clear you hate me, yet I seem to be drawn to you. It's frustrating. I mean I know I'm ugly, I know who I come from. I know I'm not the smartest or the meanest Never in the school. I know I have no real value to you but all I seem to want is for you to like me" you admitted with a slight blush. Truly you didn't understand why you were seeking her approval but you were.

"Rafal he is your father?" She muttered and you visibly cowered away. "Sperm donor yes, he's nothing to me" you made sure there was no room for arguments. "I know what he did Leo, he's a bastard for hurting you that way, the same way he hurt us" trailed off not realising what your just admitted to the older woman. "I'm nothing like him Leo, just give me a chance" you whimpered slightly the silence scaring you until she scooped you into a bone crushing hug. "I'm so so sorry sweetheart. Truly I never meant to hurt you I was just scared. I promise from now on a clean slate okay?" Causing you to nod into her shoulder, just soaking in the embrace she was offering.

Word count~ 924

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kyouryokusenshi · 7 months

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AU fic prompt: Scully is pregnant during IWTB and the arguments with Mulder make her have complications, but she ends up being okay.

Don't Give Up

@today-in-fic

Canon Divergent mid-IWTB

Scully sat in the dimly lit locker room, her thoughts consumed by the challenging day she had just experienced. The procedure on Christian's brain had been both physically and emotionally taxing. She couldn't shake the image of that long syringe piercing the boy's skull and delivering the stem cells, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on her shoulders. But now, there was an added layer of concern—her pregnancy.

As she meticulously transcribed her notes, Mulder entered the room, breaking the silence that had enveloped her. She glanced up, her exhaustion evident in her eyes.

“People say I went underground.”

Scully sighed softly, “I'm sorry, Mulder.”

Mulder settled onto the bench next to her, a sense of concern etched through his hazel features.

“I had to keep my focus here.”

Mulder's brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on her.

“It's the boy, isn't it?”

She nodded slowly, her voice a hushed admission.

“Yeah.”

Mulder leaned in, his concern deepened. “I thought there was nothing to be done.”

Scully hesitated for a moment, grappling with her emotions. She finally spoke, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“I'm taking a big chance on something. On a radical and extremely painful new procedure.”

Mulder's eyes widened in surprise. Last night, she had vehemently opposed such a procedure.

“Last night you said that wasn't an option.”

Her gaze remained fixed on her notes, avoiding his penetrating stare.

“It wasn't, last night.”

Mulder couldn't hide his curiosity.

“What changed your mind?”

She didn't answer directly. Instead, she rose from her seat and moved away, putting some distance between them.

“When will you know if it's working?”

Scully turned to face him, a sense of determination in her eyes.

“There's a series of these procedures, and we won't know until they're all done.”

Mulder nodded, acknowledging the uncertainty of the situation.

“But that's not what you came to talk about.”

Mulder took a deep breath, knowing he had something important to share.

“There's another woman missing. She's given us something to go on. She and the missing agent swam at the same pool. We found that the agent kept a locker there, we think they were stalked there. Both women wore medical I.D. bracelets, and they both had the same rare blood type - AB negative.”

Scully's mind raced, connecting the dots.

“Organs - harvested for transplant. That's how they were targeted. Donors and recipients need matched types. Someone using that pool knows that.”

Mulder nodded, his expression grim.

“Black market. Somebody filling orders.”

“Well, they have access. Recipients, hospitals.”

Mulder emphasized the urgency of the situation.

“That's your world, Scully. Your knowledge is able to save time, and time is our enemy.”

Scully's voice wavered as she made a difficult decision.

“You can start with the transporters. Call the Richmond D.A.”

Mulder's eyes pleaded with her to stay involved.

“No, no, I need you on this with me.”

But Scully's resolve was unwavering.

“No, no, Mulder.”

Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

“Yeah, you asked me to get involved, Scully. Now I'm asking for you to stay involved.”

She shook her head, her voice tinged with sadness.

“Mulder, you helped them already. You broke the case for them. Why don't you just let the FBI pursue it?”

Mulder couldn't hide his frustration, but he understood the turmoil in her heart.

“We're so close now.”

“And I'm asking you to let it go.”

Their argument reached an impasse, leaving them both emotionally drained.

“It's not that simple”.

“No, it's complicated.”

Their shared history, the years of chasing the unknown, had finally taken its toll on Scully.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

She hesitated, her voice filled with raw honesty.

“Something that I knew would happen, that I've been afraid of, that I haven't had to face until now.”

Mulder pressed her to reveal her fears.

“What? Just say it.”

“I'm a doctor, Mulder. That's not my life anymore.”

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air. Mulder struggled to process what she was telling him.

“I know that.”

“You're not understanding me. I can't look into the darkness with you anymore, Mulder. I cannot stand what it does to you or to me.”

Mulder protested, clinging to his mission.

“I'm fine with it, Scully. I'm actually okay. I'm good.”

Scully's eyes welled with tears as she voiced her deepest concern.

“Yeah, that's what scares me.”

Mulder was at a loss for words, his heart aching with the realization of what they were facing.

“Where else would you have me look if you want me to find these women alive?”

Scully's resolve remained unyielding.

“I'm asking you to look at yourself.”

Mulder's frustration and desperation collided within him.

“Why? I don't think I'm the one who's changed.”

Scully made her final plea.

“We're not FBI anymore, Mulder. We are two people who come home at night, to a home now. I don't want that darkness in my home.”

The room fell silent, the weight of their words hanging in the air.

“Scully, this is who I am. It's who I've always been. This is who I was before I met you. It's what I do, it's everything I know.”

“Write it down. Put it in a book.”

Their hearts ached with the realization that they might be at an irreparable crossroads.

“You're asking me to give up?”

“No. I can't tell you to do that, Mulder. But I can tell you that I won't be coming home.”

Mulder's voice trembled as he tried to hold back tears.

“Scully.”

“Mulder, I've got my own battles to fight.”

Their love, once a beacon of strength, now stood tested by the darkness they had faced together for so long.

“Don't do this”.

“Please don't argue with me.”

“Don't do this now.”

“I don't know what else to do.”

With a heavy heart, Mulder turned away, unable to find the words to change her mind.

“Good luck, then.”

As the door closed behind him, Scully was left alone with the weight of her choices, the uncertainty of the future, and the miracle she carried within her. “You too.”

—---

Scully's mind was consumed with guilt over her pregnancy. She hesitated at the door to Father Joe’s apartment, her thoughts swirling. When Father Joe opened the door, he was greeted by Scully's stern expression. There was an undeniable tension in the air.

“A vision, if ever I had one.”

Scully's voice was firm as she spoke. “May I speak with you?”

He gestured for her to enter, and she reluctantly stepped inside.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

“I won't be staying long.”

Despite her unease, Father Joe remained hospitable.

“Have you come here by yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Sit. Please, I insist.”

Scully, still apprehensive, perched on the edge of the bed. Father Joe reached for his Bible and joined her.

“Now, you came here with a question.”

As their conversation began, an unexpected noise from another room made Scully turn her head.

“We're alone. We can speak in confidence.”

She refocused her attention on him.

“You said something to me the other night in the snow.”

“Yes. I said, don't give up.”

Scully's determination showed in her voice as she sought an explanation.

“I need to know why you said that.”

Father Joe's response was enigmatic.

“I haven't the faintest idea.”

Scully stood up, her frustration evident.

“Were you hoping for a different answer?”

“Do you know anything about me?”

“Other than that you loath me?”

“Do you know what it is that I do?”

“No. I can see you're a woman of faith, but your beliefs differ from your husband's.”

“He's not my husband.”

“Would you care to tell me about yourself?”

“No!”

“Would you consider confessing?”

“I don't think you're…”

“What? In a position to judge? Yet you've judged me, haven't you?”

“You deserve to be judged.”

Father Joe attempted to delve deeper into her thoughts.

“Do you know why we live here? The men who inhabit this wretched place, driven by their monstrous desires. We hate each other and ourselves for our insatiable appetites.”

“That doesn't make it any less sickening.”

Father Joe continued, his voice revealing the torment he carried.

“And where do these appetites, these uncontrollable urges, come from?”

“Not from God!”

“Not from me. I castrated myself when I was 26. And the visions weren't my choice either. Proverbs 25:2.”

Growing increasingly frustrated, Scully stormed out of the room but then turned back to confront him.

“What?!”

"God's glory to conceal a thing, for the honor of kings. To search out a matter."

“Don't you quote scripture to me!”

Their heated exchange continued.

“What are you doing here? What are you afraid of?”

Scully, her emotions overwhelming her, approached him once more.

"Don't give up! What was that for?!”

Father Joe's composure started to crumble as his hands trembled.

“I don't know.”

“I don't believe you!”

“I'm telling you the truth.”

“They were your words!”

Father Joe's eyes met hers, and a knowing look crossed his face.

“Perhaps I saw something you couldn't yet fathom.”

“What do you mean?”

Father Joe's voice grew softer.

“Sometimes, visions reveal more than we understand at the time. Maybe it was about something within you, something you hadn't realized.”

Scully, taken aback, contemplated his words, her guilt about her pregnancy and the argument with Mulder weighing on her.

“I don't believe you!”

“I'm telling you the truth.”

“They were your words!”

“I don't know why I said…”

“You said them to my face!”

Father Joe's composure started to crumble as his hands trembled.

“All I ever wanted was to serve Him. All I've ever wanted was to serve God.”

His visibly shaking hands let go of the Bible, and it fell to the floor.

“You can ask for His pity, but don't expect mine. You can stop the act any time.”

Overwhelmed and trembling, Father Joe fell back onto the bed. The Bible slipped from his trembling hands, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

“Look at me!”

With determination, she grasped his chin. Father Joe, now shaking uncontrollably, collapsed onto the bed.

—-----

Whitney and Mulder arrived at Father Joe's apartment block. Scully was speaking on her cell phone, her hand resting protectively on her not yet discernable abdomen.

“Paramedics have been here now for about seven minutes. He's stabilized. Blood pressure's normal. No, they're loading him in now.”

Mulder approached Scully, concern etched on his face.

“What happened?”

“Thank you.” She ended her phone call and looked at Mulder.

“He had a seizure.”

“Who called you?”

“No-one.”

“Well, what are you doing here?”

Scully hesitated for a moment, her hand instinctively caressing her abdomen under her coat. The movement isn’t lost on Mulder.

Scully doesn't answer.

“We need to talk to Father Joe,” Mulder insisted.

“Well, that's not going to happen.”

Agent Whitney chimes in. “We've got a suspect. A Russian émigré working as an organ transporter.”

“In custody?” Scully’s interest piqued.

“No. The Richmond D.A. questioned him about trafficking in black market human organs this afternoon, but he was released. They had no evidence to hold him. We've got a fairly credible witness who says he swam with the women at the pool.”

“ASAC Whitney?” Agent Drummy called over.

“Excuse me,” Agent Whitney departed.

“What's that got to do with Father Joe?” Scully asked.

“It's the man in his visions, Scully,” Mulder continued.

“Who?”

“The suspect, the man in this photo.”

“Mulder, now you're wasting their time.”

Mulder leaned closer, persistent. “Tell me again what you're doing here.”

“Here's a vision for you. Couple of my guys just had it.” Agent Drummy says to them.

He hands Mulder a photograph of Franz Tomczesyn. The man whose face was scratched by Monica Bannan.

“Who's this?” Mulder asked.

“That's our suspect's employer. An old friend of Father Joe's, we just learned. Known him for over twenty years.”

“Known him how?”

“That's one of his thirty-seven altar boys. Three guesses who he's married to in the state of Massachusetts. Our suspect.”

He hands over a photograph of Janke Dacyshyn, the man with the organ donor bag.

“We got a warrant to search their offices.”

Whitney and Drummy got inside their car and began to pull away.

“Mulder. It's over.,” Scully pleaded

Mulder turns away from her as the SUV begins to pull away. “Hey! Hey!”

“What?” Scully yelled.

Mulder waves to Drummy who stopped the car.

“Hey!”

“Mulder!” Scully called after him.

Mulder got in the back of the car. They sped off, as did the ambulance, and Scully watched, her hand still resting on her belly, her concerns multiplying with each passing moment.

—---

Later, in the hospital corridor, Scully walked toward Mulder, who stood by the stained-glass window at the foot of the stairway. She reached out, gently taking his hand.

“Monica Bannan and Dakota Whitney, they're both gone,” Mulder lamented.

“I heard. I'm sorry.”

“I thought we were making progress, Scully.”

“I know you did, Mulder.”

He withdrew his hand.

“I need to see Father Joe. Show him these photos, these men.”

“You still want to trust him.”

Mulder nods slightly.

“You should know that he's been diagnosed with terminal illness. Advanced-stage lung cancer.”

“I just need to be certain.”

“Then let me talk to him.”

She took the photos from him. They approached Father Joe, who lay in bed with an oxygen cannula.

“I was thinking of you. Had a vision, something you might find interesting. A man speaking a foreign language,” Father Joe said.

“Did he look like this?” Scully inquired.

Scully held up a photo of Janke Dacyshyn and Father Joe put on his glasses.

“Yeah, that's the man. How did you know?”

“We believe he's the one who abducted the FBI agent and the second woman you mentioned, and possibly more. And we think this man was involved.”

She showed the picture of Franz Tomczesyn.

“I don't know him.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm fairly certain. I don't know him.”

“I'm fairly certain you do, Father Joe, and you've known him since he was a boy.”

Father Joe looked at her and took the picture, suddenly realizing who the man was.

“Oh, no. It can't be true. I can't believe this. He was my connection to the girl. My visions were meant to save her from him. This is God's work. This is God's work.”

He directed the last remark to Mulder, who looked stern.

“Just one more question, Father Joe. Monica Bannan, the FBI agent, the first woman you saw. Is she still alive?” Scully asked.

He rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

“I feel her. Yes, she's still alive.”

Mulder and Scully exchange a glance and walk away.

“Mulder.”

“The second victim might still be alive. Everyone's given up on her, but I won't.”

“Mulder, you think I don't understand, but I do. This stubbornness of yours, is why I fell in love with you.”

Mulder leaned closer toward her, his expression unreadable. “It's also why we can't be together.”

He took the photos from her and walked away.

Scully’s gaze followed him until he disappeared around the corridor and she bit her lip as she fought an onset of tears.

Inhaling deeply, Scully closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of her emotions. It was a challenging time, and she couldn't help but wonder if her pregnancy hormones were affecting her judgment. Nonetheless, she knew she had to gather herself.

Drawing on the resilience she had honed through their tumultuous journey, Scully straightened her posture, her determination unwavering. Taking one more deep breath, she steeled herself to face what lay ahead as she moved toward the corridor where Christian awaited.

As she advanced down the hall, her keen eyes caught sight of Father Joe in the children's ward, having somehow summoned the strength to leave his hospital bed.

Without hesitation, Scully sprang into action, bursting into the hospital room, surprising both Father Joe and Christian. "Get away from him! Get out of here, you sick bastard!"

Christian looked at Scully, who protectively placed her hand on the boy's arm. "It's okay, Doctor Scully," he reassured her.

Scully took a few deep breaths as she quickly assessed him, her maternal instincts kicking in.

"This boy, he's your patient," Father Joe whispered, more statement than a question.

"Who told you that?" Scully asked, her alarm evident.

"No one."

"What are you doing in this room?" she demanded.

"I've been here," he insisted.

"You've never been here."

"I've been here before," he insisted. "And so have you. Here, you and the boy. This all happened. This all happened before."

Scully was startled, and overwhelmed with emotion, making it difficult to formulate a proper response. She opened her mouth to speak but pushed past Father Joe as he uttered, "You gave up."

Scully paused at the doorway, her colleagues gathering at the door due to the commotion. His words struck a chord within her.

"You can't give up."

She glanced from Father Joe to Christian before making a hasty retreat from the room, leaving behind a sense of uncertainty and a whirlwind of emotions.

Scully made her way back to her shared office, her anxiety building with each passing minute. She had been trying to remain strong, but the pain in her abdomen had started to intensify during the confrontation with Father Joe, and she knew she couldn't wait any longer. Her hand shook slightly as she reached for her phone in her coat pocket.

She scrolled through her contacts until she found Mulder's name. With a deep breath, she pressed the call button and waited, the seconds ticking by like hours.

Mulder's voice came through the phone, sounding concerned even before he knew who was calling. "Scully?"

His worry was evident, and Scully's voice trembled as she replied, "Mulder, I need you to come back to the hospital. Something's wrong."

There was a brief pause, and Scully could hear the rustling of papers on the other end of the line. "What's wrong, Scully? Are you okay?"

Tears welled up in Scully's eyes as she struggled to find the words. "It's the baby, Mulder. I’ve been having abdominal pain, and it’s getting worse."

She could hear the panic in Mulder's voice as he responded, "I'm on my way, Scully. Just hold on. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Scully nodded, even though Mulder couldn't see her. "Hurry, Mulder."

With those words, she ended the call, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that Mulder would move heaven and earth to get back to her, but the fear of the unknown weighed heavily on her. She clutched her belly, silently willing their unborn child to hold on just a little longer until Mulder could be by her side.

Father Joe’s words passed through her mind on repeat as she considered the implications. All she knew was that she couldn’t give up, not on Mulder, not on this baby.

Mulder arrived at the hospital with a sense of urgency that mirrored the flashing lights of the ambulance bay. He parked his car haphazardly and practically sprinted through the sliding doors. Panic gripped his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Approaching the hospital reception desk, he tried to keep his voice steady as he asked the nurse on duty, "I'm looking for Doctor Dana Scully. Can you tell me where she is, she was having abdominal pains?”

The nurse, a kind-faced woman with a badge that read 'Karen,' looked at Mulder with sympathy. Karen's expression softened, and she quickly typed something into her computer. "Mr. Mulder? I understand the urgency. Let me check for you."

Mulder watched anxiously as Karen's fingers danced across the keyboard. After a tense moment, she looked up and said, "Doctor Scully was admitted to the maternity ward on the fourth floor. Room 412."

Relief washed over Mulder, and he offered a quick but heartfelt thank you before darting toward the elevators. He didn't waste any time, knowing that every second counted.

As the elevator doors closed behind him, he couldn't shake the fear that had gripped him since Scully's call. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the determination to be there for Scully and their unborn child.

When the elevator reached the fourth floor, Mulder followed the signs to the maternity ward. Room 412 loomed ahead, and he paused for just a moment to collect himself before knocking gently on the door.

There, he found Scully, pale but determined, lying in the hospital bed with medical equipment surrounding her.

Their eyes locked, and Mulder rushed to her side, taking her hand in his. "I'm here, Scully," he whispered. "We're going to get through this together."

Scully managed a weak smile, her love and relief mirrored in her eyes. With Mulder by her side and their friends supporting them, they faced this new X-File with the same unwavering determination they had always shown in their quest for the truth.

The tension in the hospital room was palpable as Mulder sat beside Scully, their hands tightly clasped. Scully's face was etched with worry, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. They had been waiting anxiously for the doctor to arrive with news about their baby's condition.

Finally, the door swung open, and a weary-looking doctor entered the room. Mulder and Scully both turned their attention toward him, their hearts pounding in anticipation.

The doctor took a deep breath and then delivered the news they had been desperately waiting for. "Doctor Scully, Mr. Mulder. I've reviewed all the test results, and I'm pleased to say that your baby appears to be just fine. There's no sign of any immediate danger to the pregnancy."

Relief flooded over Scully, and tears welled up in her eyes as she squeezed Mulder's hand even tighter. It was a moment they had both feared might never come.

The doctor continued, "The bleeding you experienced was likely due to stress, as you know is not uncommon in this field of work. Pregnancy is undoubtedly a physically demanding experience, and your body's reaction to the stress may have triggered it. We'll keep a close eye on you and the baby for the next few hours, but for now, there's no immediate cause for concern."

Mulder and Scully exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of gratitude and sheer disbelief. It was as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders, and they could finally breathe again.

"Thank you, Doctor," Scully finally managed to say, her voice trembling with emotion.

The doctor offered a reassuring smile. "You're welcome. Just remember to take it easy, manage your stress as best as you can, and follow our recommendations. We'll be here to support you every step of the way."

As the doctor left the room, Mulder and Scully shared a moment of profound relief and gratitude. The threat to their unborn child had passed, and they could now focus on nurturing the life they had created together.

In the quiet of the hospital room, Mulder sat beside Scully, their fingers entwined. The news that their baby was okay had brought immense relief, but it had also stirred a whirlwind of emotions within Scully. She had kept something hidden deep inside, something she needed to share with Mulder.

After a long silence, she finally found the strength to speak. "Mulder, there's something I need to tell you."

Mulder turned his gaze towards her, concern etched on his face. "Scully, you can tell me anything."

Scully's voice was filled with vulnerability as she began to open up. "When I first found out I was pregnant again, I couldn't help but feel guilty. Guilty for bringing another child into this world after what happened with William. I felt like I failed him, and I was terrified of failing this baby too."

Mulder's expression softened, and he reached out to gently caress Scully's cheek. "Scully, what happened with William was not your fault. You were forced into impossible choices, and you did everything you could to protect him. You're not a failure, and you're not alone in this."

Tears welled up in Scully's eyes as she continued, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm also terrified, Mulder. Terrified that we'll lose this second chance. That the darkness that's always followed us will somehow take this away from us too."

Mulder leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Scully, I've felt that fear too. But we can't let it control us. We've faced the unknown together for so long, and we've survived because we have each other."

Scully nodded, a mixture of tears and relief in her eyes. She knew that Mulder was right, that their journey had taught them to confront their fears and uncertainties head-on.

"We'll take this one step at a time, Scully," Mulder said, his voice filled with determination. "And we'll do it together, just like we always have."

As they held onto each other in that hospital room, Scully felt the weight of guilt and fear begin to lift. She knew that they couldn't erase the past, but they could embrace the present and the precious gift of a second chance at parenthood. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, their love and resilience stronger than any darkness that threatened to engulf them.

#mulderandscully #xfilesfanfic #thexfiles #iwtb #canon divergence

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smartycvnt · 3 months

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Want You Back

Title: Want You Back

Pairing: Charlotte King x Reader

Word Count: 1023

Ash felt like she was going to throw up. It was never easy sitting idly by while waiting for test results. Ash was terrified about not being able to see her career through. She had sacrificed so much, and if these results came back positive, all of it would be for nothing. She had finally earned her dream role, and there was a chance that it would be ripped away from her grasp.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ash jumped at the sound of Charlotte's voice. She knew that this was the hospital where Charlotte was employed, but Ash had not expected to see Charlotte at all. They had been avoiding each other since their breakup.

"You're not my doctor," Ash said plainly. Charlotte rolled her eyes and sat down across from Ash. "Why are in here?"

"Because I've gotten four pages today that you're in here waiting for pretty big test results. Everybody still has it in their heads that we're together," Charlotte told Ash. There was more to it than that. Charlotte wouldn't have come if she didn't know that Ash needed support. Charlotte may have been a shitty girlfriend at times, but she had always been great about a few things.

"Are you staying?" Ash asked.

"Of course I am. Things weren't great, but if you're sick, you deserve a solid support system," Charlotte said. She looked guilty, and Ash wondered if maybe Charlotte had seen the results already.

"Well, thank you." The two of them sat in an awkward silence until the other doctor came back. Charlotte noticed the lack of pamphlets in his hands about treatment options, and her muscles let go of tension that she hadn't realized that she was holding. Ash noticed that straight away, which also prompted her to relax a little.

"I have good news and bad news. The good news is that your results came back negative. The bad news is that you're showing signs of extreme stress. Dr. King, you're going to want to stay on her about being better. I understand Hollywood can be pretty stressful, but you're working yourself to a very early grave," the doctor said. Ash didn't care about a word he said after her results coming back negative. Charlotte, however, had a puzzled look on her face.

It had been barely 3 months since their official break up. Ash had been out doing auditions, and Charlotte had even seen her name added to a few pretty big guest spots. Things looked like they were finally going well for Ash. Charlotte didn't even stop to think of how hard Ash had been pushing herself to get and keep these roles. The way Ash pushed herself to prepare for auditions and various roles had been a big part of why they had broken up in the first place.

"I'll keep a close eye on her from now on. Thank you," Charlotte said. The doctor took that as his cue to leave. Ash quickly began to gather her things, but Charlotte blocked her from the door.

"Excuse me, but I really need to get out of here. I'm on a tight schedule," Ash said. She hoped that Charlotte would just move, but it was obvious that the blonde wasn't going anywhere. "Make the lecture quick please, I have to get to the gym."

"I'm sorry that I didn't think to help you sooner. I thought that it was a good thing at first, but now I can see that it's not. You do not need to push yourself this hard for every little thing that comes your way. You're good, and if they can't see that, then it's their loss. Please, take care of yourself, I am begging you. I don't want to be here by myself in a year because you pushed yourself too hard." Ash had heard a lot of things in her life, but she had never expected to hear Charlotte pleading with her.

"You said that you didn't care what happened to me. Charlotte, you said I was vapid and going to end up like one of those washups on a reality TV show in ten years with a loveless marriage. You said so many things to me that I can't stop thinking about. I think about it all the time, and everything you ever said now tears me up inside," Ash interjected. She could remember every single thing that Charlotte had said in their last fight. It had been replaying over and over again inside of her mind. "What's changed since then? Why do you suddenly care about me?"

"I don't suddenly care!" Charlotte shouted. Ash backed away from her. Charlotte sighed and sat back down in her chair. "I don't suddenly care. I've cared this whole time, but I didn't think you'd want to see me again after what I said. Why the hell would you forgive me if I can't forgive myself for saying those things?"

"Because I am a sucker for surgeons with charming southern accents. I kept thinking I had to do something different, but maybe it wasn't on just one of us to change. How about we help each other this time?" Ash suggested. Charlotte ran a hand through her hair as she blew out a heavy breath. Ash stood back and waited anxiously for an answer.

Charlotte could see the nervous twiddling of Ash's hands and the little tremor that Charlotte thought had gone away. She stood up and opened her arms for Ash to come towards her for a hug. Ash took the offered hug without an ounce of hesitation. It felt nice to be back in Charlotte's arms, almost like Ash was getting to come home after being out in the cold for too long.

"This won't magically fix everything, but it's a start," Charlotte said. Ash knew that they had a long journey ahead of them to rebuild their relationship in a healthier light, but she was prepared. They had made their fair share of mistakes, and now was the test to see if either of them had truly learned their lessons or not.

#one shot #my writing #private practice x reader #private practice #charlotte king x reader #charlotte king

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two and a half months into liking f1, here are my favorites:

1. Alex Albon

I think this is obvious. I just love Alex too much. Sadly this weekend wasn't great for Williams and it stressed me so much that Valtteri was on a mission to snatch P11 from my boy, but Albono's defending is so good, still sadly no points😭😭

2. Sergio Perez

This was a very hard decision, but I thought it's true for me right now and I can still change it back later so now Checo is on second for now.

I'm so obsessed with this man, I even wrote a Chestappen fic. It rarely happens that I'm so inspired that I actually put my ideas on paper.

FP1 made me want to cry and the German commentator couldn't stop hating (it wasn't really hating, just stating facts with a negative untertone, but it annoyed me) and I'm really starting to dislike Ralf Schumacher, he's always acting like he's so much better than every other driver lol (easy to say those things when you're not driving anymore, yes I'm looking at both of you, Ralf and Nico). But honestly I'm exaggerating, they're not that bad.

Also all the memes about Checo's crash. I was desperatly looking for posts that empathize with him and only found memes😭

(if I wasn't this deep, I would find them funny lol)

The race today was great tho. I would've loved to see him get P2 and I believe it would've been possibly, but I don't know anything so whatever. And I'm super happy for Lando and podium is podium. And driver of the day is well deserved. Checo knows how to gain positions. Now he just needs to start performing in Quali again :D

3. Charles Leclerc

Not the best weekend for Ferrari. The race today was a mess for them. Charles' first pit stop made me want to cry. It did seem like the team was trying to fuck Charles specificly over, with the water problem and that pit stop. I just want to see Ferrari back in the front.😭

Honerable mentions:

Nyck and Daniel. I just have to talk about that. I can't really be happy for Daniel. I really started to like Nyck and I think there is a reason he got into F1 in the first place. He's a good driver and I really believe that he just needed more time. I understand that the team felt like they needed to do something, but to Nyck it's unfair. I just hope he gets over the pain quickly.

And Danny deserves better than Alpha Tauri. Like what is he supposed to prove in that shit box. Also I am so obsessed with Checo that I'm still so scared that they might drop him if Danny does really good and I keep thinking what would that mean for Yuki? etc

Now after the weekend, I still don't know how to feel about the whole situation and I actually started avoiding Danny content, which is stupid and sad. Danny deserves a seat and it's not his fault that the circumstances suck.

the Haas boys. Never thought I would say that, but I kinda dig their dynamic.

George. I've been thinking about George a lot lately and I really like him, but somehow he is super weird to me. Idek what exactly, somehow everything about him is weird, but lovable. From his stupid big eyes and his ridiculously long legs, to his strange laugh and his accent. I really don't know anything about the differences in british accents but his accent is the weirdest to me. I like it and I understand it perfectly, but it's just weird (I'm sorry, I'm not trying to offend anyone😭)

Also his PR stuff is so cringy. I love how he's just embracing it all, but it sometimes feels like he is an old man, who doesn't understand the internet but loves learning about it😭

And his race was impressive af. He really knows how to drive.

Fun fact: my brother thinks he should be Mercedes' first driver.

Lance. I've grown extremely fond of him. He's just a sweetheart and getting dangerously close to my top three. I might have to take him into consideration soon.

He's a cat. I love cats.

Initially I disliked him for the dumbest reason (being a rich kid), but even then I knew (or I was expecting) that the day would come that I start liking him and here we are. He's the kind of person I would want to be friends with.

Logan. Through Alex I've become somewhat of a Williams fan. And I really like it when Logan has a good day. The FPs were great for him. The race sucked tho (whatever happened there), but he didn't seem too mad about it.

Lewis. I couldn't believe my eyes when he took pole. I was so happy, but then the race start was so bad😭😭

And I feel incredibly bad that I didn't want him to get P3😭

He was just so close to Checo in the last few laps and I really wanted Checo on the podium. Please don't get me wrong, I would have loved to see Lewis on the podium. I would've loved to see him win, but with Max, Lando and Checo in front, I just couldn't cheer for him😭😭😭😭

Lando. I love this man and I just want him to finally get a win. But it seems like he takes P2 as some kind of win, knowing that Max is just unbeatable.

Max. His hair.

Also I just need to say how much I love it when Max speaks German. The Dutch accent when speaking German is like the cutest thing ever and I'm really impressed of how confident he is in the language.

And there's my internal Red Bull dilemma. I drink a Red Bull for every Quali and for every race. I don't want Red Bull and Max to keep dominating, but I want Checo in front and Max deserves to win because he is that good. Do I support Checo or the Red Bull domination by drinking too much Red Bull?😭😭😭

Either way, I love Red Bull and I will keep on drinking it lol. Also I might be a RB fan at heart. Still Ferrari all the way, but I came into F1 being a RB fan, because of rallye sport and almost every driver I like there, is driving for RB. And then there's what they did to Alex and Pierre and now Nyck.

It's a love-hate relationship.

Valtteri. I don't think I ever said anything about him here. I love this man! He is such a vibe. Just doing whatever the fuck he wants and slaying every second of his life. He's not at the top of my favorites, but generally speaking, he might be one of the coolest drivers on the grid.

In terms of race positions, I like to see him doing good, but I like to see my favs in front more. Alex > Valtteri, I had to cheer for Alex there.

Zhou. I'm positively neutral about Zhou, I don't know much about him, but from what I've seen so far there's not much to dislike. But here I just wanted to say that I loved seeing him slay Quali. Alfa Romeo in general. It's good to see them in better positions every now and then. The start today was just unfortunate.

Carlos. I was surprised by how Ferrari was treating Carlos today. It seemed like the team was actually listening to him. I hope they sorted themselves out and they keep being nice to my man Carlito😭

But the German commentators kept saying that Carlos Sr. is already looking around for a seat in a different team for his son😭

I love him in Ferrari, but I would totally understand if he wanted to leave. But I also saw something about the possibility of him joining Audi and I gotta say, as much as I love Ferrari Carlos, seeing him in an Audi would be so cool! Might be because Carlos Sr. is driving for Audi, but that doesn't matter. It'd just be cool.

Pierre. I'm starting to find my love for Pierre again. It's not nearly as strong as it used to be (obviously, as he's not first anymore lol) For some reason I didn't really care about him for a few weeks, but it's coming back now. Also bad day for Alpine. Must be devastating, a DNF for both cars and it not even being their fault. I hope they're okay and don't kill Zhou.

Esteban. I'm starting to dig the whole Alpine dynamic. They might not be the best of friends but they make it work and I love that.

And still, I'm obsessed with Este's accent and I keep coming back to the squirrel clip. I just can't with him.

Also he gives me young Jeff Goldblum vibes, idk why, but I love it.

Might be the hair. Or the sunglasses.

Oscar. It's frustrating to watch Oscar almost get on the podium. He deserves a podium, he's an incredible driver and I'm happy that the car is finally good enough for him and Lando.

Yuki. Now that I named 18 drivers, I can just say some things to the last two as well. Yuki is such a cool person. I wish he was higher on my list (the honerable mentions are in no particular order). And like I said before, I'm a little scared of what Danny's performance means for him.

Fernando. I like him a lot. I like his laugh and his accent. He's serious but silly and he treats Lance well. I like to believe that he has no evil master plan and just actually likes Lance lol

Sometimes it seems that Aston is the only team that works together and just like Lance said, it's romantic.

Also Strollonso might actually be my favorite ship currently. They're so unlikely, but they just work and it's cute. Thay might not be a Lestappen or a Carlando, but they have my heart just as much and I need more content.

Wow, I didn't know I had so much to say. And I hadn't realized that I just named most of the grid until I counted them.

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