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Chapter 7

Summary: Wanda receives a notice from the Homeowners Association. Y/n goes on a first date with Daisy. And Rachel has her first secret from her parents.

A/N: Yay! Another chapter!! So happy to be writing for this series again. Ugh it was a rough few months but I'm finally getting back on track! Hope y'all enjoy this chapter! Please lemme know in the comments! Enjoy!

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“Are you fucking kidding me,” Wanda mutters to herself as she reads the letter that was taped to her front door. With everything going on, this has to be the cherry on top. She hates living under a homeowners association. She submitted a thorough request for the expansion that she thought was going to get the approval from them. But instead, she was given a rejection with a notice that someone from the association was going to drop by to review the damage and give her a deadline to have it fixed with the original blueprints. She can't even add windows.

She calls Pietro as she angrily gets into her car to update him in the bad news. “I fucking hate that place,” Pietro says. “Alright well, you tried. I will let Y/n know and cancel a few orders for materials. I'm sorry they rejected you,” Pietro sighs on his end.

“Thank you for all of your help,” she ends the call and continues driving to pick up her boys from their sleepover.

Pietro calls you through the radio to meet him at his office whenever you have a chance. You let him know that you will and when your lunch break comes around, you head to his trailer. You're curious as to why he would need to talk to you. The construction team is ahead of schedule and as far as you know, way under budget. Then you think that maybe Wanda told him about your sleepover and worry that he might've misunderstood his sister.

You knock on the door to his onsite office and he shouts that the door is unlocked. You open the door and climb in. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah,” he shuts his laptop to focus on you and you begin to worry that he's going to tell you to stay away or something. “Wanda's request for the expansion wasn't approved. We have to undo all of the work we started and put it back the way it was.”

You're relieved that the chat isn't about your night but you're upset by the news. “She can't fight back on this?” You ask as you think of the ways that Wanda could get what she wants.

“She could, but it didn't sound like she had the energy to. And since we don't own the home there's nothing we can do about it.” Pietro explains. You nod with a deep breath and tell him that it sucks before leaving the office promising that you'll see him tomorrow.

After work you send Wanda a quick text letting her know what you think about the situation. When she doesn't respond, you assume it's because she's busy with the boys. Instead of checking your phone every five seconds, you get ready for your date. You shower and put on the nicest clothes that you own. You spend time making sure your hair looks perfect and smelling good.

You drive to the address that Daisy gave you, it isn't Phil's house and you're curious why she's staying somewhere else but when she gets in the car she explains that she doesn't want her dad to know anything about her dating life unless it's someone worth mentioning. “That's pretty much what any single parent does,” you say with a small laugh.

“I know, my friend comes from a broken home. I just thought after a few bad attempts of bringing people to meet my parents it would be best to have my own place when I was in the position to do so.” Daisy says as she fixes her makeup in the sun visor mirror. “You look amazing by the way. I had no idea that you cleaned up so well.”

You smile as you take a moment to look at her during the stop light. “Thank you, I try. You are stunning, Daisy. I think I might lose you at some point tonight. I don't know how anyone will be able to look at anything else.”

Daisy tries to hide her blush as she holds a seriousness in her eyes, “I don't care about anyone else. I only want your attention.” You start to lean in to kiss her but the car behind you honks the horn and you realize that the light is green. “Keep your eyes on the road. Wouldn't want to end up in the hospital on our first date.” She places her hand on your thigh, startling you, and squeezes.

“Woah,” you say as you take her wrist and pull her hand off of you. Instead you hold it in your hand and drive with the other. “How was your day?” you ask in order to start some sort of conversation. The two of you find something to talk about the entire way to the restaurant, easing the nerves that had been eating at the both of you.

When you're seated you notice a couple of guys looking over at your table but you don't think much of it. “Oh this pasta sounds good but so does this one,” Daisy says as she points them out on the menu in front of you.

“They do sound pretty appetizing. How about I order one and you order the other and we split it, so we can try both?” You suggest.

Daisy scrunches her face and denies the idea. “Actually, I think I'm going to get the steak,” she says as she browses the menu more. You nod and start to look for something else on the menu.

After the both of you have ordered you're left staring at each other, sipping your drinks. “Can I ask why you wanted to go out with a single parent?” You finally pose the question that has been haunting you since last night.

“I have always kind of wanted to date you,” she shrugs. “You’re good looking, kind, funny, wise, and have a good heart. What more could a girl ask for?”

You fail at hiding the affect her words have on you and grin as you shake your head. “That is a really sweet answer but I'm trying to figure out what you want from dating me. I mean, I have a daughter and she will always be my number one priority. I know that many people aren't okay with that and-”

“I’m not one of them,” she interrupts as she lays her hand on the table top for you to take. You place your hand on her wrist and the two of you hold each other like this from across the table. “I’ve met Rachel. You've had me babysit her in the past. She's a great kid and I love her. I don't blame you for putting her first. In fact, I respect you for it.”

You fill with relief at her words and nod, “Thank you, I just wasn't sure. I mean, you're in your early twenties. You should be young and free and not dating someone like me.”

Daisy shakes her head, “You're not some decrepit person that can't leave the nursing home. You're still young and free and in your twenties. I don’t know what you think people my age do but I've dated plenty of them. None of them want a real connection outside of physical. Honestly, I'm ready to start thinking about settling down with someone. Build a life, y'know?”

You nod and bite your tongue to keep from pointing out how young she is to start thinking about that stuff. You're in no position to say anything because you don't regret the decisions you've made and you know that at eighteen you wouldn't hear that kind of advice. By twenty-two you probably still wouldn't have listened.

Halfway through what turns out to be a quiet meal, you excuse yourself to the restroom to give yourself some space and a pep talk to stop being so awkward. While you're exiting, your phone starts ringing and you answer when you see that it's Wanda. “Hey you,” you greet as you lean on the wall near the door. “How's your night going?”

“It’s going alright,” Wanda says as she puts the clean dishes away. “Did Pietro already tell you?”

“Yeah,” you say sadly. Someone asks if there’s a line and you shake your head and point to the phone. You move a little further away from the door. “How bummed are you about it?”

Wanda sighs, “Pretty bummed but the boys are home tonight so I can’t drink about it. Which is for the best. Don’t want to start that bad habit.” She starts to wipe down her counters. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing much, just having dinner with an old friend,” you say as you glance around the wall to see if Daisy is okay. She looks bored and picks up her phone.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry for interrupting,” Wanda says.

“Don’t be,” you assure her, “I could have not answered, you know? It’s not your fault.”

“That’s true,” she drags out the word in confusion. “Do you need me to come up with an excuse for you? I can have you out of there so fast, no questions asked.”

You laugh at the offer, “No, it’s uh, it’s going.” You notice Daisy checking her watch and looking around the restaurant. You sigh as you figure that you’ve been away for too long. Are you avoiding her? You don’t know. “Which I probably should too. I think I’ve been gone too long, I don’t want her to think I’ve ditched her.”

“Oh my goodness! You’re on a date!” Wanda gasps loudly. “You’re an idiot, go back to her. Don’t tell her you took a phone call either. Just say it was an embarrassing bathroom issue or something just… shit, hang up already!”

You can’t help but laugh at Wanda as she rambles on, “Arlight, I’ll tell her all about my explosive bathroom episode.” Wanda makes a noise but tells you that it's perfect. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say as you end the call and walk back to the table. You feel guilty when Daisy’s eyes shine with relief and so you start rubbing your stomach. “I don’t want to be gross but that food went right through me!” You joke and Daisy laughs telling you that it’s fine. “So, are you thinking about having dessert here or should we go somewhere else?”

Daisy hums in thought and reaches across the table for your hand which you allow her to take, “Depends, do you have any dessert at your place?” she asks flirtatiously, almost causing you to have a coughing fit.

You clear your throat a couple of times as you start to avoid her gaze a bit in order to come up with a proper response. An easy let down that will have her laughing instead of feeling rejected. “Well, I don’t know whatever lies Steve might have told you, but I don’t put out on the first date.” Daisy is confused for a second before she bursts out laughing. You join her a little as you’re able to look at her again.

“Ok, I have to admit. I was kind of testing you with that question and you passed with flying colors,” she says once she has settled down, you let her know that it’s a relief. “I’ve heard of this twenty-for seven cupcake ATM machine and I’ve been dying to try it but haven’t had the chance. Do you think we could do that?”

“Absolutely! Rachel loves that thing,” you say as you start to flag down the waiter to get some to-go boxes for the rest of the food on yours and hers plates. When the bill is settled, you and Daisy head over to the nearest cupcake ATM and you help her learn how to use the machine. She takes videos to share on her social media and even a few pictures with you to keep for herself. You don’t ask why she doesn’t post them because you’re happy to not have that conversation right now. The two of you walk and talk while you eat your cupcakes. She is a bit more relaxed and you have to admit that so are you.

When the date has come to an end, you walk her to her door and wish her a goodnight. “Wait,” she stops you from leaving. “I know you don’t put out on a first date, except for Steve Rogers apparently,” you laugh a little at her statement. “But um, gosh I’ve never had to ask this before.” Daisy blinks a few times before gathering up the courage to ask, “Will you kiss me before you leave?”

You are surprised by the request but it is a date after all. “Yeah, sorry,” you say as you step closer to her. This was weird, you’ve never been asked to kiss someone unless there was tension and right now there wasn’t any. You close your eyes as you lean in and kiss her on the lips. It turns out to be a decent kiss but it doesn’t have you craving more. It’s been a long time since you’ve craved someone. At this point you’re convinced it’s just you because Daisy goes in for more when you try to break away. You kiss her once more to try and clear your head but it still doesn't feel right, so you really take a step back. “I have an early day tomorrow, I’m sorry. I’ll let you know when I’m available next.”

“Okay, yeah,” Daisy nods as she wipes her lips. “I’ll see you then. Or maybe you could stop by the Hub. We don't always have to see each other for dates, you know.” You agree and say that you'll try to stop by without promising too much. “Have a good week with Rachel.” She says with a sweet smile.

“Thank you, I will,” you smile back and walk away.

The next morning you go to Jean’s house to pick up Rachel. While you're waiting, you chat with Jean for a bit about nothing important until you notice her acting a little funny. You ask her what's up. “Nothing, nothing, I don't know anything about anything.”

You shake your head and ask in a low tone to keep Rachel from hearing, “Great, who told you about my date?”

“No one,” she says as she fails to hold back her grin and you ask again. “Okay, it was Anna,” she confesses. You drop your head as you shake it again. “In her defense, it's your fault that you chose my favorite restaurant to take her to.”

“Excuse you, I believe I won that restaurant in the divorce,” you say back lightly instead of reminding her that it was your favorite restaurant first.

“Whatever, I was craving it last night and so we got a pick up order and she saw you when she was picking it up,” Jean finished the story. “She’s cute,” she says next and you take a slow breath.

“She took a picture?” you rub your face, upset by the lack of privacy in your life lately. You never signed up to be a celebrity.

“What? You think I was just going to believe her when she said that? I needed proof!” Jean exclaims, causing you to tell her to quiet down. “Sorry,” she grimaces. The both of you wait to hear any sign of Rachel before continuing. “So, how'd it go?”

“It went,” you reply.

Jean rolls her eyes, “Come on, you can do better than that!”

You sigh and sit up as you think about how to describe the date to your ex-wife. “It was good. A little bit awkward. She’s had a crush on me since she was seventeen, so it's-”

“Hold on what,” Jean stops you with concern and fear in her eyes.

“Oh! Sorry, she's twenty-two, completely legal. Um, remember Phil's daughter? She used to babysit Rach before she went off to college?” You try to jog Jean’s memory and it takes her a second to process. She pulls her phone out to look at the picture again and she starts to finally recognize her.

“Oh?” she says as she straightens up and scowls at the picture. “She looks… grown up,” she says slowly.

“Yeah well, she asked me out and Kate kind of encouraged me to say yes. Then I talked to Phil about it and he seemed to be somewhat okay about it,” you clear your throat as you shift uncomfortably from the lack of playfulness from Jean. “It’s not weird… is it?”

Jean shakes her head, “Just, please tell me that you didn't find her attractive when we had her babysit for us when we were doing couples therapy.”

You pinch your eyebrows together and frown, a little offended by the accusation. “I didn't know her when we were married,” you state first as you try to remember that first year that you worked at the bar. You know that you started there at twenty-one but you don't remember hiring Daisy then or even meeting her. Did you?

“Well, that's kind of a relief, ” Jean mutters. “You got the job working for her dad to help us pay the therapy bills remember? And he offered for Daisy to watch Rachel when we needed,” now she is trying to jog your memory but as you've pointed out before, you don't really like to think back on that year. You shake your head as you come up blank. Is Daisy a year younger than you originally thought she was when you met her? The math isn't really holding up here.

“That doesn't make sense, she said that she had a crush on me when she was seventeen. When we met,” you say. “She would be twenty-one now if we met when I was twenty-one.” You try to understand what Jean is saying.

“Honey, her birthday is July second, she turned twenty-two only weeks ago. And you’ll be turning…” she draws out the end to let you catch up.

“Twenty-eight this year,” you conclude as it all starts to make sense now. “Huh, I really should have paid more attention in school.” Jean laughs because she tried every year to get you to focus more on school instead of her or the next get rich fast scheme you always had cooking up. “Anyway, I wasn’t paying attention to her in that way back then, I promise. It’s still kind of hard for me to think of her in that way. Except it’s not like I still see her as a kid I just think I see her as more of a friend,” you explain.

Jean nods, “So it didn’t go well.”

“I wouldn’t,” before you can say anything else, Rachel is running towards you with the things she wanted to bring with her. “Hey, munchkin!” You rise and greet her with a tight hug. She hugs you back just as tight and it warms your heart knowing that your daughter loves you. “Are you ready? Because we have to get to Ms. Wanda’s a little earlier today.”

“Yup, all ready! I have something I really want to show Billy and Tommy,” she says as she moves her bag around. “That’s what took me so long. Sorry, I needed to get it done before we left. I’ve been working on it all week.” You smile, impressed that she worked all week on something to show her friends.

“It’s okay, I got to catch up with mommy,” you say as you tug one of the shoulder straps on her bag. “Do I get to see what you made?”

“No,” she shakes her head before she turns around and opens the front door. “Let’s go!” She hops to your work truck and climbs in.

You laugh and look at Jean, “Have you seen it?”

She shakes her head, “Nope, she wouldn’t let me or Anna in her room because of it.”

“Wow,” you look at her from the entryway of the home and she is sticking her head out of the window calling for you to hurry up. “I can’t believe it, ten-years-old and she already has secrets from us.”

Jean shrugs, “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“I know but I was hoping for later. Much, much later,” you say as you wipe fake tears. Jean pushes your arm as she calls you ridiculous, you smile as you pull her in for a half hug. “I better go. I’ll see you next week.” She rubs your back and pats you a couple of times.

“You better update me on your whole cradle robbing situation,” she teases you.

“I should have seen that coming,” you walk away as she calls you a few more names, making you laugh all the way to the truck. Rachel asks what’s so funny. “Your mom is a weirdo,” you say. Rachel agrees and then says that momma Anna is even weirder and you have to refrain from laughing by telling her that’s not nice. She says it’s true and you cut the conversation by playing her music on the car stereo.

You and Pietro work fast in rebuilding the wall so that Wanda doesn't get into too much trouble with the representative from the homeowners association. It was turning out to be easier putting it back together than it was tearing it down. Of course though, now you don't have to worry about removing the wrong thing and causing the entire house to collapse. Everyone lucked out that you and Pietro hadn't started on expanding the floor yet. That would have been a little more difficult to fix up in the short window of time that Wanda was given.

When lunch comes you and Pietro scarf the food down in order to keep working. Especially since the new siding for the house got delivered to the job site across town and the two of you had to go pick it up. The original siding for the house was destroyed the previous weekend when the two of you finally made it that far. Pietro thought it would be best to order new material at the time anyway since they would need it to cover the new extension of the house.

All day you and Pietro are working inside and outside of the house to get the wall repaired with the material that you have available at the moment. Unfortunately, the beams that are needed in order to continue won't arrive until tomorrow. Which means that you are heading home earlier than expected. You slowly walk up the stairs to warn Rachel that you're packing up to leave but when you get close to the boy's room, you overhear them talking about some sort of plan.

You take a small peek into the room through the crack in the door that should have been wide open. Rachel was holding up a notebook as if she was presenting to the boys sitting in front of her. That's possibly what she was working on. You try to get a better look by opening the door a little more but it knocks over a noisy toy and causes the four kids to scatter and pretend to look normal. You give Rachel a weird look as she asks you if you're done working. You confirm and then leave her to collect her things so that you can do the same.

“Hey,” Wanda calls as you pass her office on the way back to the stairs. “Do you have a second?” You look around to be certain that she's talking to you before you approach. She isn't on the phone and no one else is in the hall, so it could only be you.

“Uh, sure,” you say as you step closer. You didn't get to interact much with Wanda today and you couldn't tell if it was you avoiding her or her avoiding you. Last night after the awkward kiss with Daisy, you couldn't help but compare how you wanted to kiss Wanda the night before. Then you started to think that maybe if you got to kiss her, maybe it would feel right. But you couldn't test that theory out yet. Not when you're in too deep with Daisy.

“Just for some peace of mind,” Wanda closes her laptop and focuses her attention on you. “And I don't want to make things awkward between us by saying this but, I feel like it kind of needs to be addressed.” Her rambling has you a little concerned but you let her continue. “I know we've said it to other people but I don't think we've really said it to each other. Um, we are just friends, right?”

There is a slight pain in your chest when she says that but it's the truth. “Of course,” you say confidently. “Yeah, we're just friends,” you state again, this time with an unintentional undertone of disappointment. You clear your throat and look back before stepping in the office a little more. “Why did you feel like that needed clarification?” You ask, against your better judgment.

Wanda looks around her desk as if she wrote the answer somewhere but not a single blueprint can help her. “No reason it's just, I don't know… well, so many people assume things and I just want to make sure we're on the same page. Yeah, that's it. Just, I don't know. Forget I asked,” you don't press for more because you can tell that part of her might feel the way that part of you feels but you aren't quite sure what to do with that feeling.

“Okay, well, we're done for the day, I was about to-”

“How was your date?” she interrupts and your eyebrows shoot up as your mouth shuts.

“Uh it was okay,” you say. You're not used to so many people knowing about your dating life. “I don't see a wedding anytime soon but it was good. We'll probably try to go out again when I don't have Rachel.”

Wanda nods, “That’s fun, that's fun. How um, how long have you been seeing her?”

“Yesterday was our first date, actually you met her. She was the waitress at the, ehem, the bar we met up at,” you say awkwardly. It feels like the two of you are trying to be friends. This conversation doesn't feel as natural as any other conversation.

“I remember her,” she is a little disappointed that you chose someone younger but it's not her life. She might only be feeling this way because her ex-husband cheated on her with a college student.

“Yeah, um,” you start to explain yourself once again but Rachel runs to your side and grabs your hand asking if you're ready to go. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell Wanda who stands from her desk and walks over to you and Rachel to give proper goodbyes. She hugs both of you separately and thanks you for all of your help. You finally make your way downstairs and decide to leave the tools since Pietro already put away the dangerous ones.

You leave the home conflicted by the conversation with Wanda but by the time you get home, you decide to not read into it too much. The two of you are friends and that's all you will ever be.

On Wednesday, the representative from the homeowners association arrives in the early afternoon to inspect the house. On Sunday you and Pietro were so close to finishing the wall but it was going to take another day or two. Wanda was fine with explaining to whoever she had to that it was going to be fine.

She was starting to get fired up again about it being her house so she should be allowed to do as she pleased. Especially when she received an email explaining that the appointment was rescheduled due to them wanting the entire house inspected. Which meant that she had to make sure the house was spotless. Especially the former man cave which she hasn't seen since Pietro destroyed everything. She hadn't known that you and him already cleaned up the mess until she made her way down there.

The space needed some dusting and vacuuming but beyond that, it was clean. Luckily Pietro only trashed the stuff in the boxes that didn't include the furniture or the television. So the room still looked pretty decent, better even without all of the junk on the walls.

As Wanda guided the woman around the house after she assessed the wall, she noticed that the woman was being a little bit flirty towards her. She wasn't sure if she was making it up or if she was misreading some of the woman's remarks. But Wanda was kind of into it. She hadn't been with a woman since her sophomore year of college. Raven Darkholme lived a couple doors down from hers and the two found themselves being left in the common area and locked out of their rooms often. One thing led to another and they dated for a solid six months before Wanda met Vision while taking his class.

“I don't see any issues here, Mrs. St-”

“Actually it's Ms. Maximoff,” Wanda corrects. “I’m not married anymore,” she adds although she wasn't sure if that was necessary information.

“My apologies, Ms. Maximoff,” the woman smiles and looks her up and down before continuing. “As I was saying, other than the obvious incident with the wall which you said you're having repaired, I don't see why my visit was necessary. But I can't deny that I'm not happy to be here.”

Wanda is starting to realize that it isn't in her head at all. “I must admit, I wasn't too thrilled about today, Ms. Romanoff. But it's been a relief knowing that my house is up to the HOA’s standards.”

“Look, I know that this is totally inappropriate and unprofessional but um…” the inspector grabs one of her business cards and scribbles down her personal phone number. “Call me, if you're interested in letting me inspect you.” She says flirtatiously as she hands Wanda the card. The brunette blushes as she tries to hide her grin. That was quite a line.

“I will keep that in mind, but you should know. I'm a mo-”

“Mother of two boys? Yeah, we covered that when we walked around upstairs,” she finishes Wanda’s sentence.

Wanda laughs as she is flustered, “Right, sorry, I'm just. Sorry, this hasn't happened to me in um years.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Natasha says. The two stand in the living room space staring at each other until the blonde's watch goes off, reminding her of her next appointment. “I better get going. I have another inspection in fifteen minutes. I'll let the board know that you're clear and that they don't need to send anything else. Call the business number on there when you have the wall finished and I'll send the paperwork to the board so that they'll leave you alone.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” Wanda says carefully.

“It's my pleasure,” Natasha says as they walk to the front door together. “I hope to hear from you soon.” The woman walks away and this is one time that Wanda is relieved that her boys aren't here with her to witness that interaction. She shuts her front door and bites her bottom lip as she looks at the phone number on the card. Natasha even drew a little heart above the number. Maybe she is ready to start putting herself out there. This just wasn't what she ever imagined.

Chapter 8

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weirdozjunkary · 10 months

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I need to share my two cents on Prime!Sonic because I feel that he’s getting unnecessary hate from people (mild spoilers for season 2)

First off, I get it if you don’t like him for your own reasons. How he talks, how he acts, what he looks like, ETC. I am in no way judging you for your own opinion

What I hate about this is people saying that he is ‘not sonic’. He doesn’t act like how sonic would be. I’ve seen people say he rude or selfish, and I feel that they’re comparing him too much with his other selves.

Sonic Prime isn’t game sonic; despite the creators saying it’s ‘as close to cannon as it gets’. Sonic Prime isn’t the same as Cannon Sonic. The only reason why the series is ‘close to cannon’ is the fact that we have badniks, rings, power ups, ETC; things from the games. That’s the only thing that is like cannon in the story

But for Prime!Sonic’s character… he IS not sonic, not the one like his game counter part. BUT I think he is not far off from the original. Yes, he doesn’t act like his cannon self, but I think that’s kind of the point? I am a little biased, I love a characterization like this on him, I love me a little bastard. But to me, Prime!Sonic is more of a parody than the real deal. Similar to how Sonic Boom was. An over exaggeration of his character.

Now, yes, I agree that how he acts is… weird. He doesn’t listen to his friends, he messes things up greatly, he causes a lot of problems for himself and others. But I think that this kind of characterization is sort of a… reset of his character? At least for the story. It’s a character arc, the whole show is a character arc for him. We’re seeing a version of sonic grow from start to finish.

This idea is most prevalent in the episode ‘double trouble’, he says in response to Chaos Sonic annoying him: “Ugh. If I’m half as annoying as this guy, I really need to make some changes.”

And while I know that he does come off as selfish and rude, I think those words are a little harsh for him.

He isn’t selfish and rude, he’s dumb and impulsive. He leaps before he looks and assumes by only what he sees in front of him. Even in the final episode he assumes that Nine would be even just a smidge like his Tails, the ‘real’ Tails, but he ISNT Tails, he is Nine.

But the whole thing about all of this, is that he is learning. Shadow calls him out on trusting the fox to much, Rebel- heck- everyone says he comes to cause trouble, and they’re right, he does.

From what I’ve seen from the start of season 1 to the end of season 2, I have seen this hedgehog learn through his mistakes, even just slightly. Remember, each season is like 8 episodes. Pretty much right after his tussle with Chaos Sonic, you can see him become a little less annoying and a little more serious. He’s still a little shit, but he’s working to lessen that so things like this doesn’t happen again.

And for his actions towards people. One prevalent example I’ve heard people complain about is that he goes in for affection, when cannon sonic doesn’t do that. And while they are right, I think him going in for his hug with Shadow and Nine make sense for the story.

During the events of Prime, Sonic has been more or less alone, not truly alone, but alone. He has his friends stripped from him, distorted into alternate versions of themselves that have no idea who he is. And this, seeing all of this, it’s hurting him. He wants his friends back, he wants them to be fixed and everything to be back to normal. But right now they aren’t, and it’s getting harder for him to let go of that (proof with his thoughts on Nine).

When he sees Shadow again, he thinks he’s like the others, some other version of him that somehow came into the void with him through one of the Shatter spaces. But when he realizes that he remembers him, that he is the real shadow, he is absolutely ecstatic. FINALLY someone who hasn’t changed, someone who isn’t split into three or more other versions of himself, finally he has the real deal.

I view him hugging shadow out of pure joy and impulse, grabbing onto him and hugging him because finally he has someone who remembers their world before it was broken. Plus, I think Sonic is a tiny bit more physical with Shadow anyways (mostly through violence). I think he’d straight out hug whoever else was in shadows position if they also were the ‘original’ version of themselves.

In conclusion; I think that this little dumb fucker is getting too much hate and too much comparison to his cannon counterpart when he isn’t his cannon counterpart, mostly because the creators said that this show is very cannon accurate, when there’s only a few things to be cannon.

Criticize him all you want, I know I do. But don’t shit on him just cause he does things OOC when (at least I think) that’s not the point of him in the show.

Damn, that was a lot of writing. I just really like this dork

#weirdoz rambles #rambles #rants #textpost #sonic prime

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asexual-abomination · 10 months

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This is the first part of a rewrite of the series that brought attention to my blog in the first place! When I wrote this series originally, it was at midnight when I couldn’t sleep because I had COVID, so I always wanted to come back and rewrite it with a clearer mind.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, cause I’ve been real stressed about university, but waking up to new notes on this blog is always a highlight of my day! I have so many WIPs for hxh, Overwatch, ff7, the batfamily, and now the spider-verse movies, but I’ve been struggling to complete them to an extent that I feel is worth posting.

Please leave a comment if you want me to rewrite the rest of the series!

Platonic!Yandere!Phantom Troupe X Autistic Reader (Soulmate AU)

Content warnings: Yandere, vague mentions of violence. Read at your own discretion.

“To my dearest soulmate.-“

No, too affectionate.

“To my soulmate, I am incredibly excited to welcome you here-“

The sentence is jarring, start with an introduction.

“To my soulmate, my name is YN, and I am so excited to finally have the chance to communicate with you!”

Good enough. You were so happy to be writing a letter like this, being able to rewrite and start over as often as needed, without the pressure of saying it right in the first try.

Having finished one sentence, you sighed as you looked down at the number of things you had crossed out before it seemed right. Then, you turned to your notebook, where you had spent years collating everything you wanted to put into this letter, trying to find some inspiration for what to do next.

“I have been awaiting this day, carved into our bodies, for my entire life.”

Was that too formal? Too strong?

Ugh. This was hard.

You despised knowing nothing about your soulmate, the enigma of their identity making them feel otherworldly and strange. Without knowing even the slightest bit about who they were, you had no frame of reference for what they would consider too much or too fast, leaving you to blindly feel your way towards a half-coherent letter.

Jo was sat across from you, in their favourite shabby armchair, pretending to watch the football you had put on for background noise, and not-so-secretly keeping an eye on you. From your dejected sigh as you curled up on the sofa, your childhood friend could tell what was bothering you from a single glance.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, they’re your soulmate, they’ll love you no matter what.”

“But they shouldn’t!” You sighed, “I want to impress them, make them feel welcomed and happy!”

“And that’s what I’m gettin’ at! Their personality must be suited enough to yours that they’ll find your way of doin’ things loveable!”

You grumbled with no coherent response, looking again at your paper.

They’d find your way of doing things loveable.

You could work with that.

“I hope that I, and my friends, can make you feel happy and welcomed in my home. The time we will spend, with our bodies swapped, will be precious, and there will never be another time like it in our lives. You are precious to me.”

Your lips tugged downward in a frown at the last line, the irritating thoughts about potentially annoying your soulmate flooding you again. You had just let the pen run wild, trying to encapsulate even the smallest fraction of your feelings about the situation, which always ended up feeling like too much as your emotions overwhelmed you.

Just as you considered scrapping the whole thing and starting again from scratch, Jo caught your eye with a stern glare, as they always did when you doubted yourself.

“I have longed to know who you are for years; your mystery has entranced me. I want to see the destiny the universe has seen fit to bestow upon us both."

As you relaxed into the motions of the pen, the waterfall of words falling from your fingers, you stunned yourself with short poetic verses.

"Even though romance holds no place in what has been destined for us, I want to make you so happy that you may bear your heart to me as I may for you. Please take care of my body while you have it. I hope that one day I might trust with this on more than just blind faith.

All my love, from the bottom of my heart, your soulmate."

It felt weak. You felt weak.

Was it really right to say you loved someone you hadn't met? Even as soulmates, it felt like a betrayal.

"Hey Jo, do you mind reading through this for me? If I keep looking at it, I'll either throw it away or throw up."

"Ahh, YN, you know I'm not so good with words and that stuff, yeah? That's your job, ain't it?"

"Oh, hush, I've read your poetry, you big romantic!"

"What?"

You quickly hurried past them, dropping the drafted letter onto their lap before heading to the kitchen. Your hands were shaking; you needed to get some water before you passed out.

Your breaths were coming short as you downed a second glass of water, one arm shakily holding the lip of the sink for support as the anxiety began to weigh on your mind. You had less than a week; on this Sunday evening, you'd lie in bed and wake up in the body of your soulmate. It was Tuesday evening, the soft autumn air swirling dead leaves outside your window.

A phone began ringing in the living room, so you set down your glass on the draining board and began heading back through, only to realise the call wasn't for you when you heard Jo's voice.

"Yeah, I hear ya. No need to yell, old man... Oh, shut yer trap; you know I'm only half joking... You know I said wasn't working tonight... Yeah, yeah... You piece of shit! Fine, I'll be there, but you better be payin' me double time for this shit."

Jo rounded the corner, grumbling under their breath. They paused at your side, leaning in slightly to speak, the smell of beer on their breath and thankfully not overwhelming.

"Listen, yer letter was grand, okay? You've got a talent for these sortsa things. I've gotta head out, alright? Probably won't be back until morning. I'll bring you back something nice alright, repayment for skipping what should have been a nice night together."

"It's alright, really. Just take care of yourself, okay?" You reassured them.

They walked out into the biting chill, heading down a dark alley like it was their own front door.

--//--

Chrollo looked himself in the eyes, the cold water he splashed on his face dripping from his hair.

He had felt strange the past few days, like something was clinging to the back of his mind, tugging his attention away from his work. As if a song was stuck in his head, but he couldn't remember the melody.

The Mediterranean heat must have been getting to his head; that was the only explanation. He composed himself, wiping his brow before he went to slick his hair back, turning his focus to the heist he and the Troupe would be carrying out that Sunday.

--//--

The week had been long and stressful for everyone involved. You tried not to be too much of a perfectionist, but you wanted to make the best impression possible.

The morning of the day you would switch was upon you, and you came downstairs to find Jo asleep on your couch, as they often were. You smiled at their sleeping face, very peaceful compared to their usual furrowed brow.

Their face was made up of sharp lines, almost geometric perfection, except for the mess of freckles covering their cheeks and forehead, adding just a hint of softness.

As you prepared breakfast for the two of you, Jo woke up with a sleepy groan, trudging over to the kitchen counter.

"Today's the day, huh? The last day of me being your best friend?"

"Jo! Don't say it like that! I'll always love you, you know that!" You defended yourself.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm just joking. You deserve to be happy with your soulmate."

You frowned at that again, remembering the situation with Jo's own soulmate. You had both been so excited to look her up after the switch, only to discover that she had died in a sudden car crash within an hour.

After that, they became much more clingy with your time. When they were around, at least. They had also begun taking on many more "jobs" that took them far away.

You sympathised with their situation, but you could tell they harboured jealousy for your soulmate.

You sat down on the couch, breakfast in hand, as Jo came to sit at your side. You flicked through channels on TV, trying to alleviate the awkward tension that fell over the room.

"Listen, I'm not jealous."

"It's okay to admit it; I can understand your perspective! But you can't keep me from my soulmate!"

"No, it's not that! It's more that I'm... paranoid."

"Paranoid, about... what, exactly?"

"About your soulmate! I can't explain it, but I've got this bad feeling!"

"A bad feeling? What kind of bad feeling?"

You learned a long time ago that Jo's intuition was often correct, but were they really concerned or just trying to pull you and your soulmate apart?

"I just said, I can't explain it! I just don't want anything bad to happen to you!"

You sighed as you felt that both of you were becoming too worked up.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you. I think... we're all quite stressed right now. Let's have a proper talk when we're not all so high-strung."

"Yeah, yeah."

Today was gonna be fun.

--//--

Chrollo smiled at the carnage surrounding him, watching as his friends unleashed their power on these pathetic guards. They heard the approaching rumble of reinforcements, which, by their calculations, should contain the man they were after.

His incredible enhancer ability would be handy for Chrollo, so they had spent days sieging the fortress he defended. As Nobunaga took to whittling down the primary reinforcements, Chrollo found himself distracted once again. That strange feeling in the back of his head, the itch he couldn't scratch, saying that something was wrong.

He shook his head to free himself of these thoughts, as the intimidating man faced him, seemingly unaware of exactly who he was fighting.

--//--

Despite your small fight with Jo, the day had gone well. You had prepared several cakes, which you poured plenty of love into. You also wrote your letter into one coherent piece and placed it in an envelope, which you taped to inside of your bedroom door.

A group of your friends arrived, all bearing various snacks and drinks to add to the table. As the conversation began to flow, you anxiously reminded them of the careful limits you had gone over for what they were allowed to say to your soulmate. They all laughed and smiled, promising to go along.

Almost on autopilot, you turned to Jo for reassurance, and they were in a good enough mood to laugh softly and promise to keep the others in line.

You knew Jo wouldn't go back on their word, no matter their personal feelings about the situation.

With everything laid out enticingly on a coffee table, you retired to your bedroom for the night, your gut swirling with anxiety and excitement.

You laid back on your bed, crossing your hands across your stomach. You had until exactly 21:29 to wait for the switch.

Looking over at the clock you had bought for this express purpose, you saw 21:27.

It'll probably feel like forever, you thought, plenty of time to get comfortable.

21:28

That's fine; you took a few deep breaths, settling down into your pillows. You closed your eyes softly.

Breathing deeply. With your eyes closed.

In, and out, in, and out.

Curiosity got the better of you.

Your eyes snapped open, turning back to the clock, getting to see just the slightest glimpse of 21:29 before everything changed.

--//--

Chrollo sighed from the driver's seat, just a straight highway unfolding seemingly infinitely in front and behind him. Confident in his ability to avoid traffic by instinct, he allowed his eyes to drift to the clock on the screen, 00:28 blinking back at him.

That time bothered him.

It wasn't unusual for him to stay up past midnight, more common than not, in fact, but that itch he couldn't scratch, that sweet song that slipped his mind's grasp, was back in full force, making him grit his teeth in irritation.

He returned his eyes to the road before him, though he only caught a glimpse of the asphalt-laden horizon before everything changed.

--//--

In a moment, you felt everything shift. You could feel it down to the change in the structure of your skeleton. Every muscle was different, every sensation infinitely sharpened by the new body you inhabited.

You felt that you were sitting, not lying down. You saw that you were looking out at a road.

And then, finally, you realised you were driving the car.

It was common knowledge that the swap allowed people to speak in the native tongue of their soulmate, but you wondered if you would be the first to discover that the same thing applied to driving skills.

You focused on the road and on keeping your breathing steady, aware that a panic attack here would result in much more than a headache and a sore throat in the long run.

Once finally began to calm down, you briefly peeled your eyes off the road to look your soulmate in the eyes in the rearview mirror. His grey eyes were striking, and his raven black hair was slicked back to his head, revealing a strange tattoo in the centre of his forehead. He was quite attractive, all things considered.

You felt a brush of air across your chest and again glanced down to notice you were completely shirtless, other than a feathery collared jacket that did nothing to hide your soulmate's toned body. Definitely a bold outfit choice, but you couldn't deny that it suited him well.

After a few more moments assuring yourself of the safety of the road, you tried to look at the other passengers of the car. You had seen them when you looked at yourself in the mirror, but you couldn't bear to think about them at that moment.

In the passenger seat was a pink-haired woman, her face stoic as she stared ahead. Behind you was a grumpy-looking man with black hair leaning into the window. In the centre of the backseat was a blond man with a cute face, tapping away at a modified phone of some kind. Furthest from you, behind the passenger seat, was a gruff-looking man with slicked-back blond hair.

None of them seemed to have noticed a change in their driver's behaviour, so you had a few more moments to collect yourself before you spoke up. Although you were still grappling with the fact that your soulmate had entirely forgotten about your switch, you didn't want to waste your time.

"I don't know... quite what's happening here, but I'm this person's soulmate."

You could taste something sweet with just the slightest hint of bitterness on your own breath.

The car had been silent before you spoke, but the silence grew heavier. Now every eye was on you, and you almost wished you hadn't said anything, that you had let the switch play out in complete silence before returning to your own body.

"What?" The taller blond man finally replied.

"I'm... their soulmate? Did they not tell anyone?"

"Boss had a soulmate?" He turned to the other blond man, ignoring you completely.

"Not as far as I know!"

"Look at me."

That last bit was said by the pink-haired woman next to you. With no small amount of fear in your heart, you ripped your eyes away from the road to look her in the eyes. Her cold, calculating eyes pierced you through and through. After what felt like aeons that she spent observing you, she let out the slightest gasp.

"You're not lying."

As soon as you had the reassurance that they believed you, you looked back at the road, relieved to see no danger.

"Are you serious? Are you messing with us, boss?" The black-haired man spoke, his tone rising to aggression.

"Calm down, all of you! This is the boss's soulmate, obviously!"

"But why wouldn't he tell us at all? This is crazy!"

"I don't know! Maybe he wanted to test us?"

"Sorry to interrupt, but what's going on here?"

The pink-haired woman turned back to from where she had been scolding the other passengers, sighing before she spoke.

"Look, sorry about all this ruckus. It's just that we're pretty close to our boss, and he never even told us he had a soulmate!"

"Seriously? Weird..." You trailed off, unsure of how to fill in the dead air.

"My name's Machi; what's yours?"

"I'm YN. Who is this?" You asked, gesturing slightly at your own body.

"Oh right, our boss's name is Chrollo. In the backseat, there is Nobunaga, Shalnark, and Phinks." She pointed each one out to you.

Behind you, Shalnark and Nobunaga were whispering to each other as they looked intently at Shalnark's phone.

"And where are you from, YN?" Shalnark spoke up again, a bright smile on his face as he watched you through the rearview.

"I'm from CN; where are we right now?"

The conversation continued like that for some time, with simple back-and-forth questions. Jo had advised you not to share too much sensitive information, and you couldn't help but get the inkling of a feeling that they were right.

The way that Shalnark would ask you questions before he immediately turned back to his phone alighted some anxiety in your gut, so you tried to turn the conversation back on them.

"So, you say that my soulmate here is your boss? What do you do?"

You didn't miss the beat of silence, but you tried to give them the benefit of the doubt that they had been put on the spot.

"We're traders, mostly," Shalnark started, "We travel around, buying and selling antiques and treasures and stuff!"

"Wow, that sounds like fun!"

"It can get tiring sometimes, but it's really fulfilling!"

There was a breath of relief from the car before Nobunaga spoke up, excitedly telling you a story of a time they had visited your home country for their business. Finally, it felt as if the atmosphere was relaxing, with everyone joining in to add details to the story.

You smiled softly, relieved that you no longer felt like an insect under a magnifying glass. It was pitch-black outside the car, and there were very few other cars on the road, so you felt safe enough to relax your grip on the steering wheel just a touch as well.

As you leaned back in the driver's seat, listening to Phinks avidly tell you about the food they had enjoyed in the capital of your home country, you felt the night's excitement finally hit you.

And how unlucky that you had just relaxed when you suddenly found yourself back in your own living room.

--//--

Chrollo snapped awake in his place, feeling that he had gone from his spot sitting to lying down in the blink of an eye. Immediately, he threw himself into a standing position, assuming the car had been surprise attacked.

At the same moment, he reached for his knife while attempting to summon Bandit's Secret. His anxiety only heightened when he realised that he had neither.

Finally trying to observe the situation and pinpoint his potential attacker, he slowly began to piece together what was going on.

He was in a neat bedroom and had been lying in bed. On the bedside clock, he read 21:29 in red blinking letters.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

His soulmate.

Ten years ago, he had made sure that his soulmate date was entirely obscured by his spider tattoo, going as far as to go to a different tattoo artist than the rest and killing them afterwards. He had to protect his soulmate, lest they be used against him. But in his attempt to defend them, he had completely forgotten to prepare anything.

Shit.

He looked around the room, trying to get his bearings now that he wasn't in danger. A mirror poised on one wall allowed him to observe his soulmate. He ran a hand over his cheek as he watched the skin move in abject fascination. All these sensations were raised in intensity; even in this body without Nen, he felt everything to a pinpoint. He suddenly became aware that he could taste a tiny bit of mint; they had even taken the time to brush their teeth to ensure his comfort.

There was an envelope taped to the inside of the door, obviously meant for him. Picking it off the door with an uncharacteristic level of gentleness, he sat back down on the bed to read.

The letter nearly sprung tears to his eye; how blessed was he to have someone so passionate! He could feel the depth of emotion poured into the letter, the way you spilt your heart out on the page.

He sat on the bed, eyes scanning over every line, reading and rereading the poetry before him.

"Do you think they're okay? I heard some movement inside, but it's been silent since. Do you think they fell and hurt their head?"

"Ugh, I'll knock and go check."

It hadn't occurred to him that there would be other people here - just another example of the care and thought you had put in.

He opened the door to a freckled face, who wore an expression of surprise as their hand was still in the air, having been about to knock. Immediately, he turned on the charm, knowing he could at least cover up for his lack of planning on this end.

"Oh, sorry about that; I didn't realise I was expected!" He added his best chuckle, followed by, "My soulmate is quite the poet; I've been entranced!"

He waved the letter to show it off before stepping past the newcomer. But he stopped briefly while he was right next to them. He could feel it.

The cold, calculating look in their eye, the robust build, the scars along their hands. They were from Meteor City.

With a polite nod, he continued into the living room, though he could feel that person's eyes on him the whole way. He was greeted with three cakes and a wide selection of snacks and drinks. He cursed that you wouldn't be getting such a cosy reception on your end.

The conversation flowed easily as soon as he introduced himself; everyone was excited to tell him things or ask him questions. He easily lied his way through questions about his profession; it was like second nature to the charismatic thief. Everyone in attendance was charmed by him except that damn person from Meteor City. Just as he began considering if he might have to kill them, they leaned forwards, interrupting another one of your friends.

"You smoke?"

Chrollo had smoked once or twice in his youth but had never had a taste for it. He shook his head no, hoping they would drop it there.

"Too bad, 'cause I do, and I want a private chat with you. Step outside."

With their authoritative voice, he knew he was not avoiding the following conversation.

The biting chill on his cheeks felt much sharper than usual, his own body having learned to withstand much harsher conditions. However, he was scarcely given a moment to enjoy the sensation before Jo interrupted.

"You're from Meteor City."

"I'm aware."

"Hmph. Are you a thief?"

"Of course, aren't you?"

"My work isn't the prettiest, but I'm not that low. I owe that to YN."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They lifted me up and out of that place of their own goodwill. When I escaped that place, we met by chance, and they offered their hand to give me a new life. They're the reason I stay on the straight and narrow. I'll do anything to protect them; you should know that."

"I will, too; surely you should know that. I'm their soulmate."

"And you're also a thief. Probably a prolific one, from how easily you lied about your career. I want to protect them for their sake; you just want to protect them for your own sake. You won't be taking them anywhere; I'll steal them away where you'll never find them again if you try."

"That's quite the threat; are you sure you can follow through?"

"I'll have to, for them."

Chrollo chuckled at this silly notion. As if they could really do anything to take his soulmate away now that he knew they were here.

He watched Jo's silhouette retreat back into the warm light of your home, a smirk spread across his face at their sheer bravery, before everything changed.

--//--

Snapping back to your own body, now standing, was jarring, to say the least. Jo looked over their shoulder at your gasp as you nearly lost your balance, rushing over to catch you before you hurt yourself.

"Oh, hey there!" You laughed, looking up at them.

"Hey." They sounded standoffish, but their smile was undeniable.

"What are we doing outside?"

"Oh, I just wanted a smoke, and he followed me to chat."

You couldn't smell any smoke in the air, and you felt like something was being hidden from you, but you were just so tired and happy to be back that you chose to push that down for now.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Can you tell the others to go home? I need to just lie down ASAP."

"You got it. I'm gonna have to head out again soon as well, so I'll see you again whenever I get back."

--//--

"So." Machi started, addressing the newly-returned Chrollo, "What was that all about?"

Everyone was hushed, awaiting the boss's answer.

"You already know that was my soulmate. I had... forgotten to tell anyone."

More silence flooded the car as the other members of the spider internally debated whether or not they wanted to risk their necks by making a joke.

"Well, you'll be glad to know we're on the right path to get to them!" Shalnark cut in with his usual cheer, hoping to distract from the current situation.

"Really?"

"It'll be a few days even if we pick up the pace, but Feitan is currently in that country and can start keeping an eye on them ASAP. I'm concerned about their safety, especially considering their medical records."

"There's no need for too much worry," Chrollo said calmly

"What do you mean?!" Nobunaga was incredulous; how could the boss take his soulmate's safety so easily?

"Someone is protecting them already, someone we'll have to take care of, but a valuable protector, for now, all the same."

--//--

Thanks for reading!

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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Escrito en las Estrellas (Written in the Stars)

Chapter Six of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Seven

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.6K

Chapter Overview: You celebrate your first month working at Brass Knuckles

TW: t*m in the gif (i hate this mf and i dont care who knows)

Notes: okay so this chapter is what started me on my 'through the scope' journey ! i was driving back home to visit family and the phrase "it's written in the stars" just came to me so naturally i had to write an entire Frankie fan fic just so i could birth this one scene (i had no other choice obviously). this chapter was originally twice its length, but i cut it in half so i could make two chapters out of it hehe. i updated the tag list so please let me know if i missed you !! as usual ... my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“So you two really haven’t hooked up yet? Not even a small kiss? You’re killing me right now. It’s been a month!”

You’re on the phone with Robbie this evening to keep you company while you fold laundry. When she says that you have already been in Florida for a month, you feel shocked. Has it really been that long already? You count up the weeks in your head and today, Monday, marks the start of your fourth week here. Four weeks of watching your dad get stronger, four weeks of working at Brass Knuckles, and four weeks of crushing on Frankie.

“I told you we haven’t done anything, Robbie! But fuck if I don’t want to. The only thing is that I think he’s in a weird place with his girlfriend right now. Or maybe she’s his ex-girlfriend that he’s sort of talking to again? Ugh! I don’t even know!”

You give up on folding, you are doing a terrible job at it anyway, and flop yourself down, stomach first, on your bed.

“Why don’t you ask Benny about it then? Maybe he can give you some clarity?”

“For someone that’s so smart, you are so dumb.”

“Excuse me?” Her tone is playful, but still laced with warning.

“Look, I can’t just ask Benny about Frankie’s love life. It would be a dead give away that I like him and it just seems like…it just seems like an invasion of privacy.”

“You’re just stalling, you fucking baby. They are your friends right? Benny and Frankie?”

“Well, yeah? I would say so.” You’re not following where she's going.

“Then you should be able to ask them about what’s going on in their lives. That includes their love lives. We ask each other all the time!”

God you hate it when her logic makes sense.

“Okay! Okay. I’ll ask Benny about it at work this week then. Would that make you happy?”

“No, that would make me content. What would make me happy is if yall finally fuc-”

“Woah!” You cut her off with a laugh. “Don’t you have some studying to do, miss. lawyer?”

“I resent you for changing the subject right when we were getting somewhere, but yes I do. Call me when you grow a pair and ask?”

“Trust me, Robbie. You’ll be the first to know.”

You laugh to yourself as you toss your phone on your bed and roll over onto your back. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you wouldn’t be happy if you and Frankie finally hooked up either. Since you have been here, you have gotten a small feeling that he might like you back. First there was him observing you when you two first met while his friends talked around him. Then there was him inviting you out with the guys for fight night. After that was him not shying away when you gave him the note with your number and a heart. Y’all shared a beer together, he dropped everything to help you with your car, and proceeded to spend the majority of the day with you eating and shopping. Did he almost kiss you in your apartment that morning or had you just romanticized his gentlemanliness? There had to be something there right? Right?

But there was Rochelle. The woman who came before you. The woman who was first in line. While she was bad news according to Benny, you still felt hesitant about stepping on anyone's toes. You wouldn’t want that done to you. And yet you found your mind exploring the possibilities of what y’all could be to each other. Acquaintances? Friends? Something more?

***

It’s Benny’s turn to buy lunch today and he pulls through with Chick-fil-a. The conversation is natural while the two of you eat. Each of you take turns spitballing ideas on how to make the gym stand out more, if they should start selling food during fight night, if you will be a ring girl.

“When pig’s fly, Benjamin Miller. That’s when I’ll be your ring girl.”

The conversation slowly shifts into a more personal one. He talks about how he and the other guys love going to the beach together, but their schedules haven’t allowed it in a while. How all the ladies there can’t get enough of ‘old Brass Knuckles’. You share about how you and Robbie love walking around in downtown Austin, Texas and hunting for the best coffee, or food, or book stores.

“The beaches back home weren’t really the best.” You confess.

“You should come with us then! Maybe we can all plan somethin’!”

“Yeah.” You say wistfully. “Robbie is coming down in March when her school lets out for spring break. What about then?”

“Sounds fuckin’ awesome to me!”

Your tongue burns with the question you have about Frankie. It’s Thursday, which unfortunately means, it has taken you most of the week to gain the courage to bring it up. In your defense you had tried earlier, but it just never seemed like the right time. It would be weird to casually bring that topic up at random, but now that friends are being discussed…

“I’ve got a question.”

“I’ve got an answer.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Shoot.”

“I was just wondering how Frankie and Rochelle were doing. I noticed that he has seemed happier lately. Maybe they worked things out?”

He sets his cup down and looks at you quizzically. You get a nervous feeling that he’s onto you.

“Now that you mention it, he does seem happier, doesn’t he? Which isn’t anythin’ to take lightly. Especially for a guy like Fish. But to be completely honest with you, he doesn’t talk about her much around us.”

“Wait really? Y’all don’t talk about who y’all are dating?” Now your nervousness has started to make you sweat.

“It’s not that at all. It’s just,” He rubs his forehead with his hand. “It’s just different when it’s Rochelle. I told you that she doesn’t belong in his life and I still stand by that. Do you remember when I mentioned that we were a fucked up bunch?”

You nod your head at him.

“Well, it’s not my place to get into all of Fish’s business, but she played a pretty big part in that for him. It took me, the guys, and the strength of whatever higher bein’ is out there to pry him from her grip. He knows we don’t like her much. I think that's why he keeps most of it to himself.”

“Oh.” Now you feel stupid for asking. There is clearly more going in that relationship than you previously thought.

“But, he would have told us if they were officially back together. That I know for a fact.”

You’re content with his answer. At least now you know that you aren’t being a homewrecker. Surely a little more innocent flirting wouldn't hurt. Well it might hurt if he doesn’t see you that way.

“So that’s the only reason you asked?”

You stop, a french fry in hand, and cock your head at your coworker. “What?”

“Don’t play around.” He snatches the fry from you. “What’s the real reason you want to know what’s going on with Fish?”

In this very moment you make an elaborate mental scheme of how to murder Robbie and get away with it when she comes down to visit you.

“I was just curious.” You shrug.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ liar!”

“I am not!”

“You got a thing for him, don’t you?!”

“I-I…well I-”

“I knew it! You like Fish!” He looks as happy as a kid on Christmas morning.

“Fine.” You can’t help but laugh at your friend's glee. “I like Frankie. I think he’s great.”

“Hey, I’m just glad it didn’t turn out to be Pope. That man needs to be humbled every now and then.”

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter together at the front desk. The people currently working out probably think y’all need to be admitted into the loony bin. It felt nice to finally tell someone here. Granted, Benny is Frankie’s friend, but now he’s yours too.

“Please,” You pant. “Please promise me that you won't say anything to him, Benny.”

“I promise I won’t say anything to him.” A cheeky grin splays across his face.

“I don’t think I like the way you said that.”

“Then don’t think about it. I said that I wouldn’t say anything about it, so I won’t.” He holds up one of his hands. “Scouts honor.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as he cleans up the remains of lunch and walks over to the trash bin.

“I didn’t say that I wouldn’t do anything about it though!”

He takes off running as his words register in your brain. You stand and yell after him as he vanishes into his office.

“Benny I’m going to kick your ass!”

The door’s bell must have gone off in the commotion because when you turn around to face the front of the lobby a very bewildered woman is looking directly at you.

“Oh! Sorry about that! Welcome to Brass Knuckles! How can I help you today?”

***

Operation Catch-A-Fish Chat

Benny: It’s on boys! It’s fuckin’ on!

Will: Damn that was quicker than I thought.

Pope: Did she say something?!

Benny: She told me that she liked him while we were having lunch. Let's get this operation cookin’!

Will: I’ll be damned.

Pope: Told you we wouldn’t be pimping her out, Will.

***

Frankie lays on his back and watches the fan blades spin above him. The room is still stuffy as the hot air inside is only being pushed around. It makes him ache to be in a helicopter again. To feel the bone chilling air right as he climbs into the cockpit before a mission. He never felt cramped when he was in the air. Not like he does now on the ground.

He tries to pick a singular blade and count how many times it can circle the base of the fan in a minute, but he keeps getting distracted. You keep distracting him. He never manages to make it past 15 before you pop into his mind. Your melodic laugh, the way you furrow your eyebrows when you think, how it took you 30 minutes to pick one item off the menu at breakfast. He wonders how you’re spending your Thursday night. Guilt creeps in when he realizes how deeply you consume his thoughts. Although he doesn’t know if that guilt stems from the fact that he’s thinking of you while he lies next to Rochelle in her bed or because he didn’t feel guilty at all until he remembered she was there in the first place. What he does know is that he wouldn’t feel as cramped and lonely as he does right now if you were with him. You could have your limbs wrapped around him as tight as could be and he would still beg you to squeeze harder.

He turns his attention to the woman laying next to him when she breathes out deeply. She looks so much different in sleep. Her harsh features have softened. Her brows are relaxed and her lips aren’t contorted into a perpetual scowl. She looks, he thinks, kind. As if she is completely incapable of being the person that has wreaked so much havoc and heartache onto his life. She looks like someone who would want to be held as she slept. Someone who would want their lover to pull them in close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear that would be kept secret by the darkness of the night. Unfortunately, that wasn’t who she was. Rochelle never wanted Frankie to be affectionate with her unless she initiated it or when they were going to have sex. Even then she would groan in annoyance when he took too long kissing or going down on her.

“Just fuck me already.”

Although he would never admit it, he craved that intimacy. That closeness with his partner. He loved having his hands constantly on the woman he was with. It kept him calm knowing that she was close to him. He noticed that he also had less nightmares on the rare occasions Rochelle would allow him to hold her while they slept. She stirs slightly and rolls over so her back is facing him.

“God, what the fuck am I even doing here?” He whispers up to the fan blades.

He hated himself for winding up back in her bed. They haven’t officially gotten back together, but this is how it always started. She would slither back into his life and he would trip over her and fall right into her trap. It made him even angrier than he knew how she worked and he still wound up here. Yet, it’s so easy to slip into a routine you already know no matter how toxic it may be. The ball is still technically in his court. He still hasn’t given her an answer about the status of their relationship. He hasn’t completely sunk beneath the waves yet. He needs to remind himself that history doesn’t equate to longevity. He wants quality over quantity now.

The dinging of his phone pulls him from his thoughts. It’s a message from Benny in their group chat.

Benny: Sorry for the late message, but I’ve been doing some thinkin’. Since our girl has been here for a month I think we should celebrate. I know she wouldn’t want anything over the top, so maybe The Barrel this Saturday? Y’all down for that?

Pope: It’s about damn time she came out with us. I think I’m free then too.

Will: Benny, I’m literally awake in the next room. You could have just come and told me about your plan.

Benny: Text is easier. I don’t have to get out of bed this way.

Will: She definitely deserves more than a few rounds since she has had to deal with you for a month straight. I’m surprised you haven’t scared her off.

Pope: Same here. I would have run for the hills by now if I were her.

Frankie: Yeah I’m down too. Will and Pope can carpool with me and we can meet y’all after closing time.

Benny: Sounds good! See y’all then!

“Who was that, baby?” A sleep riddled voice asks behind his shoulder.

He feels his body recoil at the pet name. A pet name he once had to beg her to call him. Something to make him believe that what they had was good and sweet. How could something he longed for sound like nails on a chalkboard now?

“Just the guys. Go back to bed, Rochelle.”

Frankie falls asleep wondering if he will get the privilege of sitting next to you at the bar.

***

“I already said that I would come tonight, Benny! You didn’t have to keep asking every hour of the day.”

If you were being honest it was getting on your nerves. He told you last night that you absolutely, without a doubt, had to come to The Barrel on Saturday after work. You knew that you had been pushing it off so you conceded. You just wished Benny would get that through his thick skull. Although, having someone that invested in you is foreign so you put your annoyance out of your mind and focus on the good.

“I know. I know. I just want to make sure everything goes perfect. You told your dad that you wouldn’t be comin’ tonight?”

“Yes! I did everything you asked! I don’t know why you’re so worked up. We are just going across the street to get a drink after work.”

“I just want to make sure.”

“Aww!” You pinch his cheek as he waits with you in the laundry room. “Does Benny have a crush on me?”

“You wish you could get in on all this!” He flexes his left arm and blows a kiss at you with his right.

“Fuck off!” You shove him out of the room. “If you want to go get a drink you better leave me alone so I can put this load in the dryer. Long gone are the days of leaving wet towels to sit overnight at Brass Knuckles.”

“That’s why I love ya’!” He pokes his head back and kisses your cheek. A lovely juxtaposition to what you just did to him. “I’ll head over there and get us a table. Meet me there after you lock up?”

“If you’re lucky, Miller.”

Shortly after Benny bounds gleefully out of the gym, the washer announces that it’s finished. You hum to yourself as you toss the damp towels into the dryer and press start. It’s all a breeze from there. You collect your things from the desk, turn off the building's lights, and lock the front door. That’s funny you think my bag feels lighter than usual.

The night air is hot, but not uncomfortably so, as you walk across the street to The Barrel. The soft glow from the sign acts as your north star. You can hear how packed it is even before you swing the door open. How are you going to find Benny through all these people? Your eyes survey the room as you make your way through the crowd. A hand shoots up in the back and starts waving frantically at you. As you slip through more people you finally reach the clearing. It was all of them. All of the guys were waiting for you at a quaint table in the back.

“Happy one month!” They say in unison and raise their glasses.

“Oh my-”

You’re so starstruck that you can’t speak. They all beam as you make your way to the table and to the only empty chair. The one that sandwiches you right in between Pope and Frankie.

“Is this seat taken?”

“It is now.” The man with soft curls responds warmly.

“Are you surprised?! Did we get you?!” Benny can hardly sit still in his chair.

“Yes,” Your cheeks are going to be sore from smiling in the morning. “Y’all got me good. I can’t believe y’all remembered.”

“Of course we did, hon.” Will’s voice acts as a beacon of calmness in the bar’s chaos. “The gym was close to burnin' down before you showed up and saved it. Brightened our lives in the process whether you know it or not too.”

“Will…” Tears threaten to trickle down your face.

“It was not!” Benny bites back at his brother. “But, I am happy you called about my ad.”

“Cheers to you, hermosa!” Pope slides a bottle over to you. “Welcome to the group.”

As you raise your glass to clink with all of theirs, you look at each and every one of them. The genuine care they all have for you sprinkles your skin like a light summer shower. The kind of rain where it’s so soft that you don’t even realize you’re soaked to the bone until you reach your destination. It just kinda sneaks up on you. That’s exactly what they did and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Okay I need y’all to indulge me for a few minutes.” It’s somehow already 1:00 in the morning and you’ve lost count of how much you have had to drink. “I’ve been trying to figure out what each of y’all’s individual signs are and I think I finally cracked it.”

“Like our call signs?” Frankie’s shoulder presses up against yours when he leans into talk. You hope he doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches.

“You mean y’alls call signs. I still haven’t gotten mine.”

“You’re always going to be Brass Knuckles to me, Benny.” You offer to the man across from you. “But no, not y’alls call signs, I already know those. I mean your star signs.”

“Oh, shit! I was hooking up with a girl once that was really into all that mumbo jumbo!” Pope sounds even more excited than you do. “I already know these carbrons don’t know what they are. Google y’all’s birthdays and find out what it is.”

Once each of them confirms that they know, you crack your knuckles and pray that you have guessed correctly.

“I’ll start with you, Santi.” Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it's because you truly feel like his friend that you use his first name. “I think you’re a libra because you’re charismatic, you’re tactful-”

“You better stop before I fall in love with you.” He taunts.

“And you’re a whore.” The entire table erupts into boisterous laughter. “I didn’t need the stars to tell me that though.”

Next you move your blurry vision to Will.

“I think you’re a cancer. You’re someone who cares deeply about the people that are close to you. You always want to know how others are feeling, but ironically, you tend to keep your own emotions locked away. You think you will be a burden if you share them, but you won’t, I promise.”

“You hired a witch to work for you, Benny.” He brings his drink to his lips, but his eyes stay playfully trained on you.

“Do me next! Do me!”

“Alright, Benny. I think you’re a sagittarius. You have an enthusiastic love for life and adventure alike. You always lift the mood of the room when you walk into it. The life of the party if you will.”

“Freaky.” He whispers to himself.

You turn your attention to the man you have been most excited to talk about. “And last, but certainly not least: Frankie.” You are too drunk to notice the hush that has fallen over the group as you rest your hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re a taurus. You’re very hard working, a loyal and faithful friend, and you love physical affection.”

It takes Benny choking on his beer at your last comment to shake you from your trance. You slide your hand off Frankie's shoulder and turn back to the group.

“So…was I right?” Everyone is looking at you with wide eyes and open jaws. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Benny spends the next few minutes drunkenly pleading with you to tell him more about himself and his future.

“I’m not an oracle, you know. I just observe people and their actions and try to figure them out.”

“Well,” Pope arrives back at the table with the last round of the night. “Tell us what you have observed about Fish.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Frankie says shyly.

The alcohol in your bloodstream has made you more confident. “I want to.”

“Let the woman work, man.” Pope slides him a beer.

“You tend to be the glue of the friend group. A man with a hard exterior, yet a soft interior. While you'd never say it outloud, you enjoy taking care of people. You find it gratifying and it gives you a sense of purpose.” You have to stop to get your bearings for a second and acknowledge that maybe you shouldn’t have had that last drink. “Maybe that’s because you served or maybe that's just in your nature. I haven’t figured that out yet, but I’m working on it.”

Frankie hides his face with the bill of his hat, but everyone knows he's smiling under there.

Pope reaches behind you and claps his friend on the back. “Está escrito en las estrellas, hermano.”

As the bartender announces the last call, your group takes that as the cue to head home. Benny is more trashed than anyone realizes so Will says he will take him back home. He wrangles Benny’s keys away from him so he can use his car to drive them both. You were in no state to drive either and were too far gone to feel any embarrassment as the two men left point that out. With Pope grabbing your tote bag and Frankie grabbing your hand, the three of you walk to his truck.

“Come on,” Frankie helps you into the passenger seat while a very annoyed Pope gets into the backseat. “I’ll take you home.”

You can only mumble out a small ‘mmm’ to him because your body has become heavy with sleep. He takes it upon himself to gently buckle you into your seat. As he leans over to click it into place he gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s more muted now since the day is over, but it’s still just as potent to him as the second you put it on this morning. After he finishes, he hops down and closes the passenger door.

“He’s so nice to me.” You whisper to Pope in the backseat before you drift off.

“You have no idea. I just hope you remember when you wake up.”

Frankie climbs into his seat and cranks up the car. Both men opt to listen to the quiet sounds of the tires on the road instead of the radio for fear that it will wake you up. He pulls into your apartment complex and parks as gently as he can.

“Grab her keys from her bag, would you?” Frankie asks. He keeps his eyes on you while Pope looks. You look just as sweet in sleep as you do awake, he thinks. You really were as lovely as he thought you were.

“Uhhh, Catfish?”

“What?”

“She only has keys for the gym in here. I can’t find her apartment keys.” He hears Pope laugh dryly in the back seat. “I couldn’t have planned something more perfect if I tried.”

“What are you going on about?”

“The way I see it you have two choices. Choice one is to wake her up and ask her where her keys are.”

“I’m not going to wake her up, Pope. Mirar, solo mírala.”

“Choice two is to let her crash at your place tonight.”

They both look at you, sound asleep and ignorant about the current situation.

“I don’t know, man.” Frankie looks over his shoulder at his friend. “I don’t want her to wake up and think I kidnapped her or something. Won’t that be scary for her to wake up in a place that she has never been before?”

“It beats the hell out of waking up in the morning outside of her own front door.”

He knows his friend is right, but he’s still hesitant as to how you will react when you wake up. Reluctantly, he puts his truck in reverse and heads for Pope’s house.

***

Unlocking his front door while he has you in his arms bridal style proves a lot more difficult than he originally anticipated. Yet, he would do it a million times over if it meant that he got to hold you this close. When he finally gets inside he closes the door with his foot and heads straight for his bedroom. There was no question about it, he was going to sleep on the couch and you were going to get his bed. He walks into his room and leaves the door open so the hallway light can spill inside. Thankfully he didn’t make his bed this morning so the covers were already pulled back enough. He sets you down on the mattress like you were made of glass; one wrong move by him and you would shatter into a million pieces. A small cry escapes you when his body is no longer touching yours. He wants to capture that sound and keep it locked away in his heart. Before he tucks you in, he carefully unties your shoes and sets them down beside the nightstand so you will see them in the morning. He brings the covers up so that they rest just below your chin. Despite his initial hesitation to bring you back home with him, he can’t help but feel that you look perfectly in place in his bed. He kneels down next to you and tucks a rogue strand of hair back behind your ear. You unconsciously lean into his touch, seeking the warmth he provides. His lips find a home on your forehead and he whispers to you before he gets up to leave.

“Sweet dreams…mi estrella.”

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bunnyluvs-blog · 11 months

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"Who do u love" "I love Gyu"

Gamer!Beomgyu x roomate reader, non-idol au

Tags -- Fluff, irl games, Make out session, cuddles, cod, gyu is a rage quiter

"WOOOO HEADSHOT" You could hear even if you were actually there. If was your lovely and oh so quiet roomate, Choi Beomgyu. The biggest nerd youve ever seen. He was dorky with his messy dark brown hair. If he wasnt busy playing games he was working or napping. Often falling asleep on the couch after watching a whole series of k-dramas. However dispite all of this, you found him to be darling. The chocolate haired boy never failed to put a smile on your face as he would smile at you when you brought him food during his midnight gaming sessions.

It was 10pm on a friday, which is a normal gaming beomgyu hour. You were at the gas station picking up some extra snacks for you and beomgyu. He paid just a little bit more then you for rent so it was the least you could do. You walked around the aisles, your phone lights up with a message.

beargyu !: "Can u pick up some sour patch kids plsss 🤤"

Y/n: "yes i can anything else ?"

beargyu !: "A MONSTER 👹"

Y/n: "original im assuming"

beargyu !: "u know me sm OK BYE"

You close your phone and pick of the sour patch kids and two monsters. Last time you only brought one beomgyu got mad because he didnt have one for the morning. Now you always get 2 monsters for him. You actually have a list on your notes app for all the stuff he gets from different places. Down to the amount of pickles he wants on his burger. You start heading back to the apartment. Its not far from where you and beomgyu live so you often just walk.

You get back home and place your keys down and kick off your shoes, placing the snacks on the counter. You could already tell he was playing Modern Warfare just by the noises the TV was making. You lay on the couch for a bit. Too tired to really move around. You were a sleepy girl, not much someone can do there, well besides sleep. Which is what you did for about 15 minutes before your phone was being blown up by beomgyu telling you to hurry up. For all he knew you were still at the Corner store buying him snacks. Sitting up and stretching for a bit, you got up to grab the snacks.

You made him some Mac n cheese so he could have real food and not just snacks. For some weird reason the owners if the apartment never thought it was a good idea to get a modern day stove, so it takes 25 whole minutes just for the water to boil a bit. and whole 40 minutes later, it was ready. You got the bowl of mac n cheese and his monster and knocked on the door before opening it. And there he was, your adorable roomate yelling at the TV because some kid shot him. Placing the food down on the table you tapped him softly. "Gyu i made you food so you dont starve yourself mk?" He looks at you brightly as if you were a genie from a bottle and closes his game. He never liked to game and eat, something about the food being too good he doesnt do his best. "Thank you! Your the best, omg you even got the right shape for the noodles. Its like you were made for me" He says, smiling widely before taking a big bite of the food. All you could do was smile.

Once he finished he put his bowl away in the sink then headed straight back to gaming. By now it was almost 12 and beomgyu was still gaming away. Yoy thought too bring the sour patch kids he asked for. Putting them in a bowl so he doesnt have to dig around for them, and removing all the yellow ones. Beomgyu never liked the yellow sour patch even though you loved them. You brought the candy to beomgyu, as he turns to look at you as he flashes his one of a kind smile. It makes your heart flutter like it always does. "Y/N you have my candyyy ugh howd you know i was craving them right now" He ask but its not really a question, you just smile and giggle. "Im just magic" you said to him "You're welcomeee" you say leaving the room. "Thank you, love you" He replied. Which made your heart stop. You had always had a little crush on Beomgyu if it wasnt clear as day. He was exactly your type and he was major cute. You never wanted to act on it though incease he didnt feel the same and one of you would have to move out because of your feelings.

You chose not to think about it. Maybe it just slipped out, Friends say i love you all the time, he probably wasnt even thinking. You scroll through your phone for about half an hour before you hear an angry scream and a door slamming, along with a very pouty beomgyu. He sits next to you pn the couch with a loud huff sound. "Oh no what happned" you say with a sorry look. "Some 12 year old just killed me in overwatch, he was actually cheating and he got the play of the game!" Poor gyu you thought for a bit before he laid ontop of you. He always does this when he loses a game. He comes to you with that adorable pouty face and cuddles you. "Is there anything i can do to make you feel better" you said softly, messing with his hair. It goes quiet for a bit and you think he's fallen asleep when you here. "You could kiss me" What. The words leave his mouth and all of a sudden your at a loss for words. He just said you could kiss him, AND IT WOULD MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER? "Only if you want me to.." you say softly in return. And that was all beomgyu needed before he shuffled up and planted a quick kiss on your lips.

Both of your faces turned red, beomgyus ears turning the same shade as well. Next thing you knew, you kissed him, deeper and more passionate this time. He returned the kiss putting his hands on your waist. Wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips moved in sync with one another. Passion and romance filled the room. Beomgyu licked your lips as a way to ask to add tongue to the kisses, and you happily open up your mouth a bit to let him in. These kisses last for what seems only a fee minutes, but you both stop due to the fact that air is needed to be alive.

"Idk ive just always had feelings for you" he said softly, "I mean how could i not, your so pretty and sweet, and loveable. Your eyes are so soft, and you always seem to just know me its amazing." He lets his thoughts run free from his brain to his mouth. And you dont mind. "Like you get me food and hold me when in sad, you never judge me. You take out the yellow sour patch even thought i do like them, i just tell you to take them out so you can eat them because i know theyre your favorite. But i told you i didnt like them once, and that was 6 months ago" You couldnt help but giggle and give him another kiss. "Oh gyu your so silly, thats one of the main reasons i fell for you" you say smiling and plant a kiss on his forehead. You were so happy, nothing else was said that night as you and beomgyu fell asleep on the couch, not caring what back problems came the next day

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rhoorl · 8 months

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Working Title | Chapter 10

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok?

Word Count: 7.6k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 10 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We wrap up the first day of shooting and Dieter and Belle hang out later that night.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, which is obvious at this point. And dun dun duuuunn…. We get some smut in this one. Let me know what kind of stuff I need to put in here for warnings - I don’t want to spoil anything (there is no P in V in this chapter, but Belle enjoys herself). There’s some angst and a discussion about intimacy issues. Ryan deserves his own warning because that dude seriously can fuck off. Also, a blink if you miss it ED reference.

A/N: These two have not shut up in my head so here's a quicker-than-normal update. I’m a bit nervous about this one, but we’re on the path for these two to have some more um…fun. (As a reminder, I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine!).

Once you both straightened yourselves back up, you and Dieter walked out of the trailer in giggles, basking in the moment you’d just had. Your mind drifted off to what he could have in store for you later, but that’s quickly erased when you spotted Meredith walking toward you.

“Hey, I’ll meet up with you later?” You looked at Dieter, who gave you a knowing nod and a small, but encouraging, smile.

“Good luck.”

“Hey, Belle, you good?” Meredith walked up, brows furrowed.

“Ah, uh, yeah. All good.”

“C’mere,” she motioned for you to follow her.

Ugh, she is totally going to shut this shit down, isn't she.

You stood in front of her and cautiously looked her in the eyes, “What’s up?”

“Look. I’m not trying to get in your business, I don’t really care what you do in your free time unless it starts to mess with work, but don’t pay any mind to Aubrey – she’s a grade-A asshole and not at all Dieter’s type.”

“Wh-what?”

“I know what she did, showing you the photos. She's just trying to rile you up. She's like a goddamn shark and smells blood in the water, but seriously she can fuck right off. Earlier when I was getting him ready, do you know what we talked about?” You shook your head. “You.”

“Me?”

“Yup. Look, he has an interview and photoshoot tomorrow, something that his agent organized. Originally I was going to go work on it, but with it being so early in the production I didn’t want to leave you by yourself, that would be like leaving you to the wolves,” she chuckled. “So, I was going to ask if you wanted to take my spot but Dieter actually brought it up first.”

You were trying to process what was happening. Meredith was seemingly okay with whatever was going on between you and Dieter and wasn’t chastising you about it. She’s almost … encouraging it?

“I think you should do it. It would be great for a few reasons: One. You are talented and can definitely benefit from the exposure. Make a connection with the photographer, you never know what could come from it. Two. Dieter requested you, so it would make him happy, and lord knows we don’t want him getting pissy. And three. It would give you guys a chance to…I dunno…spend a day together away from set.”

“Wh- Meredith, we aren’t… I mean…”

“Oh stop it. Seriously, I wasn't born yesterday and I can see how he looks at you, hell how you both look at each other. I'm not here to tell you to date or fuck or whatever the hell you want to do with him. But, I will say, I’ve never seen him this … relaxed…so early in a shoot. He seems happy and lighter and I think that’s maybe because of you and your little trip yesterday.”

“Ha, yea that seems to be the talk of the set, isn’t it?” The reality of the situation started to flood back again – the photos, the comments, the looks, and the whispers from the set.

“Look, you’re young.” You roll your eyes because you know by Hollywood standards mid-30s was practically ancient. “You’re in a beautiful place and a handsome man is losing his shit over you…take advantage of it and have some fun!” She smiled, grasping both of your shoulders and shaking you slightly.

Lunch was set up for the cast and crew in a ballroom. Walking in, you spotted the back of Dieter’s head sitting at a table with a couple of the writers and the assistant director. They’re all pouring over scripts and you can see Dieter animatedly talking.

Scanning the room, you clocked Aubrey looking at you and you wished you could go over there and smack the ever-living shit out of her, but Indy bounded up to you, pulling you back to reality.

“Babe! What the fuck? Where did you go?”

“I don’t want to talk about it here,” your eyes go from left to right.

“Got it, but are you … good? Dieter was in such a shitty mood during that last take.”

“Y-yea, I’m good. Really good,” you smirked which made her playfully slap your shoulder. “But shh, I promise I’ll tell you later. Did you eat already?”

“I did, they’re gonna call us back to do some blocking soon. But make sure you eat something, please. I know how you get when you’re busy.”

There she was again being the mom and looking out for you.

“I promise, Ind.”

“Ok, I gotta go pee but I’ll see you in a bit, love ya!” She gave you a quick hug.

A loud whistle cut through the room, pausing everyone’s conversations. It was the assistant director giving a 10-minute warning before everyone was due back on set.

Ugh.

It was one of the downsides of your role. You had to be ready for everyone else’s beck and call, which left zero time for yourself. Makeup artists and hair stylists had to be on for their clients, so that meant little time to eat, or even go to the bathroom.

After a quick scan of what was left of the buffet, you grabbed half of a sandwich and some chips, figuring it was the most portable option, and headed back to set.

On your way back, you were intercepted by Danny.

“Hey, Belle!” He smiled at you.

“Hey!”

“Um, listen, uh… Dee wanted me to give this to you.” He tried to discreetly hand you an envelope that looked very much like the jacket for a room key. “Don’t open it…it’s the room key,” he whispered.

“A room key? Wait what?!” you whispered back, eyes furrowed.

“Yea, he said to use it for later-” he cut himself off, hitting his forehead with the palm of his forehead. “Shit, he was supposed to talk with you before. Um…uh. Just uh, pretend when he brings it up?”

What the fuck is he even talking about?

“Um, okay, Danny.”

“K, um…I’m gonna… go,” he gestured behind him, clearly flustered that he foiled whatever plan his boss had in mind.

You tucked the key into your bag and kept walking, making your way to the chairs set up behind the monitors so you could quickly sit and scarf down your sandwich. A presence was suddenly behind you and you tensed up thinking it may be Aubrey or someone else, but you relaxed when you saw Sam.

“Hey doll,” he said in his low, Southern twang.

“Hey, Sam. Your hair is actually looking pretty good for after lunch,” you smirked. “Here, let me get you set up.”

He motioned for you to stop, “Nope, you gotta eat, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere…so…you doing ok?”

You were thankful you had just taken a bite, so you had a few seconds to try and figure out how to respond. “Hmm…yea, all good.”

“Ok, cuz you looked like you were about to throw up earlier,” he chuckled.

“Oh, yeah, well, some shit came up that I wasn’t really prepared for.”

“Photos from yesterday?”

“Jesus, does every fucking person here know?” He nodded. “Ugh, yeah. And I was a dumbass and looked at some comments and … how do you do it, Sam, when people say shit about you and what you’re up to?”

He let out a long sigh, “It’s definitely not easy, but I have it a lot easier than you ladies that’s for damn sure. You just gotta ignore it, otherwise, it’ll really fuck with your head.”

“Ok everyone places please, can we get touch-ups done please?” The assistant director called out.

“Ugh fuck,” you groaned as you took one last bite before wrapping up the rest of the sandwich. “C’mere, Sam let’s get you sorted out and back to looking handsome," you winked as he rolled his eyes.

The two of you walked to where the next scene was going to be filmed. Once you added some more powder to his face, you turned your attention to Indy, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Meredith and Dieter walk up. You slyly snuck a quick glance over to him and he smiled at you.

The scene took about an hour, but everyone was in relatively good spirits. Again, it was so mesmerizing watching Dieter work and you tried not to stare at him when you were called over for touch-ups between takes.

The fatigue of the day started to creep up on you. Standing for the majority of the day wreaked havoc on your lower back and shoulders and all you wanted to do was sit down and relax, but there were still several more scenes to get through that day.

“Ok, that’s a wrap on Dieter for today!”

Dieter gave a quick wave and thanked the crew on his way off of the set. You saw Aubrey starting to make her way over to him, which made you internally roll your eyes. She was doing her job, after all, but she still annoyed you.

“You ready to go get back into your comfy clothes, Dee?” she asked as he handed her his suit jacket.

“Uh, yeah…I got it, Aubrey. I'm a big boy, I can handle changing out of a suit,” he chuckled. "I'll leave this for you outside of my trailer."

“Well, if you need any help, just let me know,” she winked.

He turned to find you, a smile washing over his face as your eyes connected. He walked over toward you, his hands at his tie, loosening it before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.

“Hey! So Liz is almost here, I was going to go see her and we’ll probably have an early dinner together if that’s ok? Can we hang out later?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Come to my room later. I thought maybe we…I don’t know, could watch a movie or something…unwind a bit."

You smirked, “You trying to do the whole Netflix and chill thing, huh?”

He blushed, “Uh…no, I figured we could just stay in tonight since it’s going to be an early morning…” he leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering near your ear. “However you want to chill is definitely up to you.” He pulled back, giving you a wink. “Danny has a key for you.”

“Uh, o-ok, yea sounds good.”

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“Dee!” Liz waved at him as she walked through the lobby, a phone in each hand, balancing her computer bag on one shoulder and her weekender bag on the other. A valet was following behind her with the suitcases.

“Jeez, Lizzie, how long are you planning on staying,” Dieter chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he took her bags from her to carry them.

“You know me, I need options,” she teased. “So, how’d it go today?”

“Not bad. Had a bit of a rough finish to that first scene but I think we got it well before the last take, so I’m not too worried. The writers have already started rewriting shit, which is kind of annoying.”

“Well, you know how it is. Once you all get to set they start to get more … creative. I’ll talk to them though to see if I can get some intel,” she winked. “How’s Belle? Did you talk? Seriously, if you need me to fuck off tonight, I totally can!”

“You just got here, besides, it’s our tradition to have dinner on the first night of shooting," he smiled as they made their way to the elevators. "And yeah, I talked with her. Only shitty part was that I wasn’t able to get to her before someone showed her the photos.” He sighed.

“Ugh shit, I was worried about that. How’d she take it.”

“Not well. She practically ran off from set, when I found her she was in tears.” A wave of sadness returned to Dieter’s eyes as he remembered how defeated Belle looked when he walked into the trailer. “She fucking looked at the comments…”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yea. So needless to say, that led to us talking…and then not talking,” he winked.

“Ooookay cowboy, don’t need all of the details.” she chuckled as they both stopped in front of the elevators.

“Anyway, she still has a couple of scenes left to shoot and then they have to clean up and get ready, so it’s going to be a while. I figured you and I could get an early dinner and then you can relax…I’m sure you're tired.”

“Sounds good, don’t forget though, we have an early start tomorrow…keep that in mind when you’re enjoying your, uh, evening.”

“Ha noted. Hey, for tomorrow, do you know who is doing wardrobe?”

“Ugh yea I do hold on, let me check.” She checked one of her phones, going to an email with the full list of who was working. She had already swapped out Belle’s name for Meredith’s. “Ok… wardrobe…looks like it’s…Aubrey.”

Dieter groaned. “We’re going to need to change that. Can you work on that?”

“She’s your wardrobe person, Dee…she’s harmless.”

“Nah, not so much. She and Belle…it wouldn’t be good.”

“Ah, gotcha. Okay well, let me see what I can do, no guarantees though.” She started frantically typing away on her phone.

The rest of the afternoon went by rather quickly. Dieter checked in a couple of times, letting you know he and Liz were going to dinner at one of the resort’s restaurants. He also sent a message saying he missed you, which kept a permanent smile on your face the rest of the day.

Every time your phone buzzed, your heart skipped a beat, hoping it was a message from him. Although she didn’t say anything, Meredith smiled to herself, noticing the change in your demeanor from the morning.

"Ok, that's a wrap for today, everyone. Thanks for a great first day. Let's do it all again tomorrow!"

There was a smattering of applause as everyone started to scatter from the set. You, Meredith, Brianna, and the rest of the makeup and hair department went to the trailer to put things away and clean up.

"Ok, I think that just about does it. Hey Belle, you're good to go, I know you have an early morning shoot…thanks a lot for doing that!" Meredith gave you a knowing smile.

"Oh ok, sounds good. Uh, thanks for today Brianna, you did a great job! For tomorrow, just remember the setting spray for Indy and please remind Sam to stop touching his damn hair so much," you chuckled as you gathered your things.

"You got it, I'll see you later!"

You weren’t quite sure where Indy ran off to, probably somewhere with Sam if you had to guess, but she wanted you to text her when you were done.

Belle: Hey, we’re done. Where are you?

Indy: I’ll be right there.

While you waited for her outside of the trailer you decided to text Dieter.

Belle: Hey! Just wrapped, so I'm headed up.

You figured he was still busy so you had time to quickly freshen up, hopefully with Indy’s help. It made you feel a little intrusive to go into his room without him being there, even if he gave you permission. Your phone buzzed and you looked down expecting to see a text from Indy.

Dieter: nice! We're wrapping up soon, Lizzie wants dessert. You'll beat me but please make yourself comfortable. I'll be there soon.

Dieter: Order yourself some room service…get whatever you want.

“Phew, what a day huh?” You looked up to see Indy who was eyeing you quizzically. “So…what are you getting up to tonight?” She waggled her eyebrows.

You shushed her as you both walked towards the elevators.

“Well, Dieter gave me this.” You showed her the room key as she tried to stifle her screech.

“Holy fucking shit Belle!”

“Yeah, he told me to go in and make myself at home and order room service,” you giggled, trying to contain your blush.

“How long do you have?” The elevator dinged and you both got in.

“I don’t know, he said that they’re wrapping up but I feel like I don’t have a ton of time.”

“Hmm ok, so a shower is probably out of the question.”

"I need to change out of this, I've been wearing it all day."

As the elevator got to your floor, Indy jumped out and pulled you down the hallway. “Ooo yay! Ok, so what do you wanna wear? Something that's probably easy to take on and off…Ow! That hurt," she giggled as you playfully slapped her arm as she unlocked the door. "Ok, strip, we are doing a full reset."

She made a beeline to your room where she promptly started to rifle through your drawers as you peeled out of your jeans and took your tank top off.

"Here's this…put this on," she handed you the obnoxious hot pink lace thong she forced you to buy a few months ago when you were looking to spice things up with Ryan. She then tossed you a simple pair of black lounge pants that came to your mid-calf.

"Really, Ind," you held up the thong with an eye roll.

"Yes, and honestly you should be proud of me. I was first going to suggest no underwear at all…and then I was going to give you the volleyball shorts…so this is really good for me. Growth I'd say," she said sarcastically which sent you both into giggles.

Your phone buzzed.

Dieter: We're wrapping up and I'm headed upstairs. You get in ok?

"Fuck, Indy, we need to hurry. He's on his way back."

Belle: Awesome, see you soon. And yeah, all good!

You both frantically looked for a top, deciding that the bra you had on could stay. You bickered back and forth on the top before you landed on an old concert tee even though Indy let you know her annoyance.

"I wanna be comfortable Indy, we are just gonna hang out and watch a movie or something."

"Uh ok sure. Listen, you should probably also lay out your clothes for tomorrow while you're at it," she winked.

You didn't want to put any pressure or expectations on what the night would bring but ultimately decided that future you would appreciate it since you had to get up at an ungodly hour.

Checking the time, you gave yourself a quick spritz of body spray and pulled your hair out of the clip, letting your loose waves cascade down.

"Shit, I need to go. Wish me luck?"

"You got this babe!" Indy smiled, smacking you on the ass as you walked out. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Actually…in this case, yes please, do whatever I would do!" She shouted down the hall.

You had just put the key into the door to unlock it when you heard the elevator ding. You turned your head to see Dieter rushing out, a bottle of something in his hand. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

"Hey…I thought you were already here…you changed," he quickly closed the distance between you both, stopping just in front of you.

"Ha, yea…sorry. Fifteen hours in jeans is my limit," you chuckled.

"Well, I'm not complaining, so don't apologize. I just figured you'd ordered your food already, here let's get inside," he opened the door, ushering you in.

He had changed too. He wore a light-wash pair of jeans with a simple plain, black T-shirt. It was distracting how handsome he looked in such a simple outfit.

"Here, order whatever you want," he handed you the room service menu as he put down the bottle he was carrying and emptied out his pockets onto the kitchen island.

*What ya got there," you nodded toward the bottle.

"Liz got me some sparkling wine, to celebrate the first day of shooting. I…uh…honestly don't drink a lot these days, but I figured maybe we could share it?"

"Y-yea sure!"

He smiled, seeming almost relieved by your answer. He moved to grab a couple of glasses from the cabinet behind you as you kept perusing the menu with your back to him. You didn't notice him approach you, until you felt his hands reach around you, effectively caging you in as he set a wine glass down on either side of you. The warmth you felt on your back from his chest made your breath hitch, and goosebumps followed as you felt him lean forward.

"I missed you," his breath felt hot on your ear.

It made you dizzy how he could go from being cute and flustered one minute to so seductive in a matter of seconds. But here he was kissing your neck, making you forget where you were. You bit down on your lower lip to stop the moan that almost inadvertently came out.

"Decide on what you want?" He said into your neck.

"Hmm…what?"

"To order, anything look good," he pulled away from you and headed around the island to where he left the bottle. You couldn't concentrate on anything other than his forearms as he worked to get the cork popped off. He was oblivious to your ogling and carried on filling your glasses.

"Um. Yeah…let me call it in." You walked over to the phone. "D'you want anything?"

He smirked before shaking his head. "Uh, no I'm ok…for now," he handed you a glass and you clinked them together as you placed an order for a club sandwich and fries.

"Wanna sit?" He gestured to the couch in the living room once you hung up the phone.

"Oh my goodness, please. I've been wanting to sit all damn day," you sighed.

He smiled and led you to the couch and you sat crisscrossed facing him, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. You both chatted for a bit, catching up on the rest of each other's day while sipping on your drinks as you waited for your food to arrive. It was fun to just relax and laugh, Dieter was so easy to talk to.

He set his glass down on the coffee table, you noticed that he hadn’t really drunk much of it. Yours was almost empty, making you a bit self-conscious, but you finished it and also placed it down on the coffee table

"So whatd'ya wanna watch?"

"Honestly, whatever is fine. I can't guarantee that I'll stay awake through the whole thing though," you yawned.

"If you're tired, baby, then we can go to sleep after you eat."

Did he say "we"?

"You…ah, you can go to sleep," he shook his head, realizing his slip. "After you eat."

"I wouldn't want to dine and dash on you." You looked up at him through your eyelashes, feeling a bit bolder thanks to the liquid courage.

“Oh we would not want that…c'mere," he leaned back into the crook of the couch, his arms extended inviting you in.

You snuggled your head into his chest, his broad shoulders wrapping you in an embrace. You sat like that for a few moments, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and his heartbeat against your ear.

"Looks like you have some options," he said as he kissed your temple and you felt the prickliness of his beard.

This sweet yet simple gesture shouldn't have affected you the way that it did, but you closed your eyes and tried to regulate your breathing, managing to squeak out, "Mmm, which are?"

"One, after you eat, we could watch a movie and if you fall asleep you fall asleep…here. I'd prefer to tell you goodnight than have to send you a text." You felt him smile into your hairline, giving you another light kiss on the forehead. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Two, you eat, and then go back to your room, which while not my first choice is perfectly acceptable."

"Are those my only options?"

"Hmm. Or, while we wait for your food to get here, we find something a bit more…stimulating…to help keep you awake."

The drop in his vocal register sent an electric current down your whole body. He lightly traced circles on the top of your shoulder with one hand and along your thigh with the other, causing your mind to get foggy.

"Hmm, you pose some c-compelling choices," you shuddered as he shifted to start peppering kisses from your neck down to your collarbone.

He stopped to look up at you with a smug smile, clearly having fun seeing how his actions affected you.

"Glad to hear. You know, I can help build an even more compelling case if you'd like," his fingers threaded through your hair as he leaned in for a kiss.

Being reunited with his soft lips again made you ache for him. You kissed him back deeply, opening your mouth hoping he'd explore like he did earlier today. His whimpers made you lose all semblance of thought – your body just took over. Before you knew it, you had moved to straddle his lap, which caught both of you by surprise. He stopped to check in on you, searching your eyes as you gave an encouraging smile and a small nod.

I want this. I want him.

His hands moved from your face down your body. You felt the pressure of each of his fingers as he worked his way from your upper back down your spine to your waist, hugging your curves before ultimately stopping on your ass.

I guess he’s an ass guy.

The urgency of your kisses was enough to give him the license to squeeze and caress you more. Your body responded to his touch and, as if by instinct, you began to rock onto his lap, slowly grinding and feeling his length growing. You were a bit self-conscious at first, but the sounds that caught in his throat continued to encourage you. On one of the passes he made with his hand, he inadvertently caught the hem of your shirt, causing you to tense, and bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, sorry," he quickly pulled back, returning his hands to your waist.

"No, that's ok," you panted. "I-I want you to." You moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt as you looked up at him, his eyes dark. "But c-can we turn the lights down first?" You didn't mean your voice to sound so small when making the request.

He pulled back more, resting his back and head against the couch as his brows furrowed. "Now, why would I want to do that?" He smirked. "I wanna see you baby."

You shook your head and looked down.

Ugh, stop it. You're going to ruin things and make it weird because you can't shut the fuck up.

"I can see the wheels turning sweetheart, tell me what you're thinking," he leaned back up rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You felt vulnerable and exposed, even though you were still fully clothed. Your insecurities were right at the surface and it felt raw. In other situations, this would have made you completely disassociate and shut down, but Dieter’s concern made you want to chip a bit at the wall you had built.

I guess now is a better time than any.

"Look, I know you told me I didn't have to explain, but I want to…at least some of it…if that's okay." You went to shift off of his lap, but he brought a firm grasp to your hips, keeping you where you were.

"Of course, tell me whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm here," he gave you an encouraging smile.

You took one of his hands off of your hip and interlocked your fingers so you were holding his hand. His thumb went back and forth over the back of your hand to comfort you.

"Sex…intimacy…it’s hard for me, but I'm sure you gathered that already," you chuckled, trying to ease some tension. "It's always kinda been that way…I guess. Some of the…there’s been experiences that have made me hate my body and…I don't know." You shook your head trying to center yourself.

He listened intently to every word you were saying, attempting to keep a neutral but comforting expression.

"My last relationship…Ryan…he fucked me up in ways I didn't even realize, still don't to be honest. D'you know for the last…fuck…year, that we only had sex with the lights off?" That caused Dieter to scoff and grip your hand even tighter. "Hell, it was almost always over so fast that I usually was able to keep my shirt on, which was for the best honestly. It's like…I was there as a means to an end or something for him, ya know? Which was fine because… after what he'd said…it almost became like a vicious cycle…I…uh, this probably makes no sense." You felt yourself start to ramble, unable to really articulate the full source of your uneasiness, but Dieter's grasp on your arms grounded you.

"Hey…look, Belle…this is definitely gonna be easier said than done, but I want you to approach this, us, with an open mind. I know I don't know the whole story, but I'm not him. I think you're beautiful, so fucking beautiful…will you let me show you how special I think you are?"

Ugh, he busted out those eyes again. I can't resist this man.

You nodded and he tentatively moved one hand up to cup your cheek, leaning forward again and wrapping his other arm around your waist. He started kissing you again, starting off so tenderly before growing more and more passionate. You couldn't help your panting as he tugged on your hair, exposing more of your neck and letting him trail kisses down your chin, to your neck, and across your collarbone. The hand on your waist started to inch its way to the hem of your shirt until eventually his fingertips successfully breached the hem of your shirt and started to skirt upwards.

Just before his fingertips brushed across your skin, he pulled back to check in with you. You nodded again and he kept his eyes locked on yours as he moved his hands up. You could barely feel his fingers brush against your skin, that's how delicately he was treating you but it was still enough to cause you to shudder. Your breathing picked up and hitched when you felt one of his palms fully secured at your lower back.

"I knew you'd feel soft," he said as he peppered kisses up from your neck to your lips.

He moved the other hand to where your waist dipped. He rubbed circles with his thumb as you felt the other four fingers each apply just the slightest bit of pressure to move you closer toward him.

The closer distance allowed you to more easily run your fingers through his hair. You remembered the growl from earlier in the day when you tugged on his curls so you did it again, smiling against his lips when you heard that sound return.

You began to rock your hips again and pressed yourself forward to push him back against the couch so you were towering over him. Again you felt him smile against your lips as he moved both hands to your hips, helping to guide your grinding even more.

The internal battle was starting to wage in your head. Your heart and body wanted to take over and completely pounce on this man. You'd seen his movies and although it was all simulated, if he was even half as talented as his on-screen portrayals showed, you knew you were in for a treat. But, your mind, that pesky thing that never shuts up, started cycling through all of the negative self-talk that has become second nature for you.

This guy has fucked supermodels, who do you even think you are. He's gonna catch one glimpse of your stretch marks and want to gag.

Your weight fluctuated during your relationship with Ryan, sometimes not by the healthiest means. But little offhand comments here and there made you want to hide yourself from him, no matter the size you were. But here, with Dieter, he was radiating warmth and reverence. And you wanted to reward his patience and care.

Pushing aside the negativity, you pulled back and rested both hands on his shoulders, trying to catch your breath. Concern was etched across his face, but it quickly evaporated as you moved your hands down to your shirt and slowly pulled it off. You closed your eyes as you got the fabric over your face and pulled it off of your arm. When you opened your eyes, you weren't prepared to meet Dieter's gaze right away. Your eyes looked down before making an attempt to look at him, nervous to see what his reaction would be.

What you see was him slack-jawed and scanning your body like he was trying to commit every freckle, blemish, and curve to memory. His breath hitched as he looked at you and you felt his hands, which were resting on your thighs, twitch.

You both stayed looking at each other for a few more moments before he cleared his throat. "I fucking told you you were beautiful."

Seeing his reaction, gave you a much-needed confidence boost. If there was anyone who could erase and repair the damage left by Ryan, you felt as if Dieter was the man for it.

"Show me,” you whispered.

Those two words lit a fire in him. He brought both hands up to your face as his lips crashed into yours. He worked one hand down tentatively, gauging your reaction. Not seeing any resistance, he palmed one of your breasts on the outside of your bra. Your whimper was almost instantaneous, causing Dieter to buck up into you.

His other hand went to move your strap down, but you decided to do one better and undid your bra, letting it fall in between you. Without breaking his gaze, Dieter grabbed it and flung it behind the couch.

"Jesus, baby…you're so fucking gorgeous…better than I imagined, and I have a really active imagination." His chuckle did wonders to break the tension and keep your mind at ease.

He seemed eager to explore the new territory you offered him, kissing down your neck as he palmed one of your breasts, lightly grazing his thumb across your nipple. You could feel the slick pooling between your legs. You felt everything short-circuiting as he took your other breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue. It was a combination of this act and who was doing it to you that was sending you down a pleasurable tailspin. If you didn't know any better, it felt like you could come just by him doing this, but you knew that certainly wasn't happening.

With Ryan, orgasms were few and far between for you. He didn't listen to what you wanted, or care, and he would complain when you took too long. As a result, you got very convincing at faking it, anything to get him to stop and just get it over with. After a while, he stopped waiting for you all together and would just move to get his release and call it a day.

"D-Dieter, I…nghh ahh," you moaned as he moved his mouth to your other breast, which was apparently more sensitive.

"This feel good, baby?" He panted against your skin.

"Mmm, y-yea. I…I, shit."

"Let go, c'mon I got you."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, bringing his face even closer to your chest, if that was even possible. He briefly took the one hand that was teasing your nipple off and grabbed your hip, encouraging you to go back to grinding him like you did earlier. Your breathing picked up and you could feel him, thankful for the thin fabric of your pants which made the friction more intense.

"That's it, baby, c'mon now…" he encouraged.

You surprised yourself by how quickly you felt yourself on the precipse. For the first time, maybe ever, you were fully present. Mind and body connected. As he sucked, licked, and nipped, you felt something snap in your mind, like a damn breaking, and you were reeling, reveling in the ecstasy of your release.

You were all moans and pants, as Dieter whimpered into your skin. You felt him tilt his face ever so slightly so he could watch you come undone and you didn't even care. Your head was thrown back working through the after-effects, as Dieter moved to pepper more kisses up into your neck, whispering praise and telling you how pretty you sounded.

As your breathing regulated, you brought your head back level, looking at Dieter.

"Baby, that was so fucking hot," he kissed you, one hand at the back of your neck and the other around your waist.

The events of the last few moments caught up to you. You were on Dieter's lap, exposed from the waist up and working yourself down from one of the biggest orgasms you had experienced in years all from his mouth. You wanted to show him some care too and moved to the waistband of his shorts before he stopped you, looking a bit sheepish.

"I…uh, I'm gonna need a minute."

You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he was implying. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm…um, more than okay," he smirked. "Can't remember the last time this has happened, ha, I can usually last a lot longer I swear." He blushed.

And then it hit you. His whimpering and panting weren't to encourage you, it was because he came with you.

"Shit, really? But I didn't even do anything…"

"Oh yeah you did," he chuckled. "You sounded so pretty," he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. "You felt so fuckin soft," he kissed the tip of your nose. "I…couldn't help myself." He finished off kissing your forehead.

You brought both hands to the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss, running your fingers through his curls as both of you smiled into the kiss. And then you heard a knock.

“Room service!”

You tensed and then scrambled off Dieter to find your shirt and your bra.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it…Ah, I’m coming one minute!” he shouted. “Fuck, ah…shit,” he looked down to see a wet spot in his crotch.

“I can get it, don’t worry,” you quickly got your bra back on and threw your shirt on as you padded to the door, opening it to see an older man with a tray. “Hi, thank you so much, I got it!”

He seemed a bit surprised to see you, probably because he had heard Dieter’s voice.

“Here you go, Mrs. Bravo,” he went to roll in the cart before you stopped him.

“Ah, I can just take the tray, thank you so much,” you smiled, wanting to get the door closed as soon as possible.

Just then, Dieter came up behind you, handing the man a folded-up bill, “Thanks Lou, that will be all.” He stayed pressed against you so you hid the mess that was his jeans.

“Mahalo, Mr. Bravo, have a good night, sir.”

As the door closed, Dieter looked at you with a smirk.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing Mrs. Bravo,” he winked.

“Ha, I was so overwhelmed, I can’t fucking think straight,” you blushed and saw the corners of Dieter’s mouth turn up.

“You can eat on the couch. I’m gonna go…ah…change.”

“Oh sure, yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He carried the tray to the living room, putting it on the coffee table before heading off to his room. You turned your head to watch him just in time to see him pulling his T-shirt over his head. You immediately snapped yourself around so he wouldn’t catch you staring. You saw the slightest glimpse of his back and shoulders and it sent a tingle down your body. You were then thankful for the fact that you were wearing black pants because you knew for sure there would have been a visible wet spot if you had on a lighter color.

You pull the top off of your plate and start to dig into your sandwich. You were mid-bite when you heard footsteps behind you. Dieter had switched into a slouchy dark gray shirt with gray shorts.

“How is it?”

“Mmm, good,” you said through a full mouth. “You’ll have to let me know how much I owe you,” you added once you swallowed your bite.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “How’s Jurassic Park sound?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! But I apologize in advance for quoting it.”

It was cute that he remembered it was your favorite movie. As the opening credits started, Dieter quickly got up and headed to the kitchen. He came back carrying a small box of cookies with a smirk on his face.

“We’ll need something sweet,” he winked.

He helped you finish your fries and once you were done, you leaned back against him on the couch. It felt so natural, so normal, as if you’d done this for years. You felt his chest, firm beneath you as his arms wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your arm. His heartbeat was strong in your ear, and you felt as if it was going a little bit faster than it should. It was his breathing though, that soothed you and lulled you to a relaxed state. Your eyelids started to feel heavy.

“Belle, hey baby.”

Dieter’s voice sounded far away, but you realized it was because you were waking up. You blinked and saw him looking at you, the beautiful John Williams score playing softly in the background over the end credits.

“Hey…sorry I fell asleep, I told you,” you smiled, still trying to wake up. “I should go.”

“You don’t have to, just stay here,” he kissed your temple. “I know that sounds like a line, but we can just sleep…please?”

Those goddamn puppy dog eyes again. Fuuuuck. Who am I to resist his request?

“We don’t have to do anything, I…it would just be nice to be close to you is all,”

“Uh, yeah sure.”

“Yeah?” He got the biggest grin and when you nodded to confirm, he shot up and brought you with him. He held your hand as he led you down the hall.

“Ah um, go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’m going to make sure everything is locked and turned off, kay?”

Dieter left you in his room and you went to the ensuite bathroom to pee. Coming out of the bathroom, you saw Dieter walk into the bedroom. He looked nervous, but excited as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Do you have a preference?” he pointed to the bed.

“Ah, I’ll take this side, I guess. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both somewhat awkwardly made your way to the opposite sides of his king bed, pulling back the sheets.

Holy fucking shit. I’m getting in bed with Dieter Bravo.

You both crawled in and faced each other.

“Comfy? Need more pillows or anything?” Dieter half got up ready to go fetch whatever you needed.

“N-no, I’m ok.”

“Ok good,” he turned to the nightstand next to him, taking off his glasses and placing them next to his phone as he turned off the lamp. You followed his lead and turned off your lamp too.

He left the blinds open, so the moonlight shone in, illuminating his face. You studied each other’s faces again while exchanging coy smiles.

“Did you set an alarm?”

“Oh shit, yes, I need to do that.” You got up and reached for your phone double checking that all four of your alarms were set. “Shit, I’m going to need to charge this.”

“Here, use mine,” he reached for your phone, plugging it in once you handed it to him.

When he turned around he moved a little bit closer, resting his hand outside of the covers on your hip. As if the magnetic pull was turned up a notch, you moved yourself closer to him.

He cleared his throat. “I meant what I said, we can just go to sleep. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying anything.”

“I know.”

“But, can I hold you?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You turned yourself around, moving yourself further back until you felt his chest again. He was so warm, like a furnace.

“Where do you want my hands - over or under the covers.” He whispered in your ear.

“Under is good with me.”

Your thought you felt his cock twitch at that, but you reasoned away that he was shuffling.

You didn’t realize how big his hands were until his palm was splayed on your stomach, holding you. It felt so strong, so secure. It didn’t take long before you felt his breathing slow down and you turned your head enough to see his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful as he slept and you wished you could turn to face him just to study his face and commit it to memory. But you didn’t want to move a muscle for fear of waking him. His breathing, low and steady, lulled you off to sleep soon enough.

You stirred at one point in the night, turning before realizing how cold the bed was next to you. You reached out your hand instinctively to feel Dieter’s warmth, but you were met with emptiness. You opened your eyes and noticed the bed was empty and Dieter’s glasses were missing from the nightstand.

You got up and saw no sign of Dieter in the room.

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A/N: There’s still a lot Belle needs to work through regarding intimacy, so as much as I wanted these two to just go at it and go further, it’s going to take time.

As always, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my little story. I appreciate all of the kind comments, reblogs, and likes …it makes my day!

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 27 days

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https://x.com/captainh4ndsome/status/1774282734288138451?s=46

I saw this series of quotes and why do you think that hat has three stabs from buggy? Is it truly connected to shuggy? Could shuggy really be that important???

so, here are the tweets in question. (one of which is from @goingbuggy! hi there! this is, what, the third time someone’s asked me to talk about your tweets? i guess at least one of my anons is a fan.)

i have wondered a time or two whether in oda’s early planning it might have been buggy who gave shanks that three-slash scar. (i’ve heard that oda originally had a five year plan for one piece, though i’ll admit i’ve never sought out a direct source for that.) in that case, the slashes through the hat might have been intended as foreshadowing.

but since buggy wasn’t the one to make that scar, instead it leads us to draw comparisons between these characters who both have wielded three blades on one hand. and maybe it’s just because they were both written as foils to luffy, but i find comparing buggy and blackbeard very interesting!

similarities:

former warlord of the sea/current emperor of the sea

devil fruit user

served on a big name’s crew back in the day

intentionally went under the radar/overlooked for years

doesn’t really buy into concepts like “loyalty” or “honor,” happy to turn on a crew mate or backstab an ally if it’s to his advantage

used to wield three blades but these days prefers explosive-adjacent weapons

not happy to see red-haired shanks at marineford

differences:

fell into those positions by chance/years of plotting to get into those positions

a devil fruit with zero combat utility (besides avoiding damage)/possibly the devil fruit with the most combat utility? (though, unusually, he can take damage while wielding it)

their reasons for going under the radar (fear of being hunted down/working towards a secret goal)

the consequences for overlooking them (for shanks: losing buggy/losing to bb, or at least taking a very bad wound from him; for others: misinformation on a global scale/the literal paramount war)

buggy is a strong believer in the captain-crew bond, which bb absolutely does not buy into

type of three-bladed weapon (three throwing daggers, suggests flexibility, hidden motives, a preference for distance fighting; claw weapon, suggests light-footedness, straightforwardness—you know when a claw wielder is about to start fighting, he’s gone and put the claws on)

type of explosive weapon (bombs, suggests pre-planning, a preference for distance fighting, maximum damage for minimum effort; guns, suggests a flexibility on distance vs melee range, a willingness to threaten rather than kill outright)

why they didn’t want to see shanks (ugh, that guy pisses me off/i think that guy might literally kill me lmao)

#asked and answered #one piece #buggy #shanks #marshall d teach #*narrative foils #if there’s one thing nart did right it was paralleling most of its chars w the protags & making the protags narrative foils of each other #bc when two characters who are both foils of a third character meet… ohh it’s ALWAYS compelling. the themes of the story just shine through #(see: the gaara-rock lee fight. they had no personal beef but the nart foiling & the sask foiling & the nart-v-sask foiling of it all…)#idk if buggy and bb will ever meet but if they do… i hope oda doesn’t throw away the potential in their contrast for the sake of a joke #anyway to actually answer your question: imo it’s not that shuggy is so important to the story as much as it shows us a pattern #shanks has this character flaw: overlooking ppl right under his nose. & maybe it’ll happen again? maybe this is how shanks will die!#…that said i 100% agree w cap that if buggy had still been around shanks wouldn’t’ve gotten that scar #idk if buggy would’ve taken the hit for him (& been fine obvs) or just seen bb’s attack coming but one way or the other: scarless shanks

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beefros-sin-bin · 4 months

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Goodbye 2023!

Thank you to everyone who sent in submissions - I have so much reading to catch up on now! 🥩💜🥩

If you have more fics to recommend for the SinBin, keep sending them my way.

I was originally going to break everything by category into the various P-boys, but the majority are one specific character. So we have two categories:

Joel Miller Fics

Other P-boy Fics.

I've included the comments (if there was one) for each fic submitted, but kept the submitter anonymous.

Beefro & the SinBin 🚮🥩💜

Joel Miller Fics (in no specific order)

Left in Lincoln - @toxicanonymity

Left in Lincoln. It's no secret my love for this series, and for my favorite Joelkémon, but this story is one I love not only for the slow burn sexiness but the horror elements in general. The balance of fear and horror with the soft, beautiful descriptions of the characters and setting make it one I return to over and over. The musical references and influence on the story is just the icing on the cake 🖤 Or ice cream on the pie, in this case 🍑🌸 Ty for the beautiful stories Toxy, and community to obsess over our mutual obsessions 🥰🖤

Scarecrow & Fear Thy Neighbor by @xdaddysprincessxx

So my first rec is @xdaddysprincessxx and her Farmer Joel series 🚜 All of her work is amazing but this one is so fun and soooo hot! (Heed the warnings though if you choose to read) I'm biased because I got to hear about her writing process and contribute some of my own thots 🤭 But it's not only sexy af (just like her!) but scary too!!! Be sure to read the sequel too 😉 She's not only a talented writer but a wonderful human in general 🖤

Help I’m Stuck! By @nosesitter

Reader gets “stuck” in the dryer. Luckily her father in law Joel just so happens to find her and helps 😉 her. When I read this I finally got the whole “oh no I’m stuck!” sex scenario lmao I always found it kinda funny bc in porn they’d be stuck in ridiculous spots but this fic? Fucking hot as hell. I get it now 🤷🏻‍♀️

I can be your pretty girl by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Okay so I’m almost positive she is tired of me recc’ing & talking about this series lol it’s the hottest fucking fic ever. I genuinely am obsessed. It has everything. She deserves a Nobel peace prize for this idc idc.

A Secret Worth Keeping by @multiversed-daydreamer

Vamp Joel. I repeat Vamp. Joel. 🥵 and his vampirism is a secret and readers blood is his krptonite and she has to keep what they do hush hush. It’s so goddamn delicious 🤤

Fall into Temptation by @joelsgreys

Whew okay where do I start? Reader is the pastors daughter. Joel is Joel. 😏 they end up falling for each other and having a beautiful love affair. That has to be a secret bc her father would forbid it! Duh! It’s spicy, they have to sneak around to meet up with each other (again I am paraphrasing ish I don’t wanna spoil lol) and the religious tones in it? My baby is feeding me. This heals my religious trauma. Feeds my daddy issues and desire to fuck this old man.

Deliver Me From Nowhere by @atinylittlepain

It is beautifully written, touching a delicate topic with such care, it is truly an amazing work.

Just This Once by @talaok

Okay hear me out: this one brings the angst. The emotion. I felt so bad for reader, bby girl just wanted love. It tore me up inside. I had tears.

Self Indulgent Tendencies by @strang3lov3

So this was actually the first fic of Bugs I ever read. And. I. LOVED. IT. I’m trying not to spoil anything but long story short; Joel catches reader and fucks her to teach her a lesson. (I am extremely paraphrasing this lol) it still lives in my damn brain 🥵

Meet Me in the Back by @atticrissfinch

Sleazy gas station Joel. That’s it. That’s all. He is so sleazy and ugh I need his dick. And so does reader after she gets it. And she keeps coming. Back for more that is 😉

All You Wanna Do by @atticrissfinch

Now I am an angst queen. And boy this one is not for the weak. It is dark, please please please heed the warnings on this one. But personally I love this one. She has truly ripped my heart out, made my chest physically hurt. She invokes emotion so well.

No One But Me by @koshkamartell

This is a small blog's series that deserves to be promoted!

The Wrong Way by @romana-after-dark

Raider!Joel Miller and Raider!Tommy Miller x fem!Reader

Other P-boy Fics (in no specific order)

Dirty Uncle Ezra by @bonezone44

😏 yea I said it. Dirty Uncle Ezra. Hottest fucking concept I’ve ever heard. He’s so dirty and sleazy and ngh I’m already moaning. Also this beautiful human is an amazing artist so plz check out their art work 💜 (a note from Beefro: the fact that the age tag on this is 56+ made me laugh out loud)

Pascals Pursuit of Love! by @elvinaa (all the P-Boys!)

The innovation! It has all the P boys Bachelorette style. It’s so much like the show, it’s got twists and turns, there’s funny moments, cute moments. I look forward to each week aka each chapter lol I love it so much.

Apple by @romana-after-dark

Bisexual!Dark!Santiago Garcia, Bisexual!Dark!Frankie Morales, and Bisexual!Dark!William Miller x fem!Reader

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agendabymooner · 8 months

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matilda volume two ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series extra

"you can start a family who will always show you love."

summary: a pain that stemmed from their past had grown into forms of life full of vibrance and love, no doubt. OR sylvie and max ford-verstappen are parents to the dutchman's three carbon copies, and life couldn't get anymore perfect than that. (tiny bit connected to the tltl series' chapter 11, matilda)

content warning: possible use of explicit language, tooth-rotting fluff, dad!max and mom!ofc, kids getting the charles leclerc name treatment, mentions pregnancy, relationships with fathers, and max being a dilf material (in a wholesome manner), grid uncles being grid uncles in the posts, lando norris is a godfather to everyone's children, brief mention of the mom!hearth sisters!original characters x dad!f1 drivers, discussion of media/invasion of privacy by media

note: i just want some wholesome content for max alright. ALSO, in this smau he has a different instagram username bc... he also has a different surname lol enjoy xx

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kendalljenner wow okay mama ! 🤤 liked by sylviefv

landonorris baffled because the hearth sisters always have a unique pregnancy glow 😪 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv stop flattering me, the all-godfather 😖

kyliejenner jealous of your glow 🥲 liked by sylviefv

landonorris me too, kylie jenner!

lewishamilton stevie said not to make it look like being pretty is that easy during pregnancy 😆 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv tell my sister i'm sorry 😭 these pictures are just some achievement from doing the hard work

lewishamilton are you kidding me?? you and your sisters are literally drop dead gorgeous and not even your pregnancies did something bad with it 🤠 liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen wowowow what a beaut liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen the mother of my children everyone liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen want one more? liked by sylviefv

maxfewtrell alright mate we get it she's an absolute goddess- don't push it

sylviefv caddy, your literal mini is a year old

maxfverstappen when will that information ever stop us? 🤔

landonorris you should consider yoga maxfverstappen. find your inner peace a little bit

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charles_leclerc i have seen that gesture from my own kids 🤔

maxfverstappen is it a universal thing?

lewishamilton neither of my kids throw that gesture around so 🤭

maxfewtrell she really said "show me how you cry real quick" in that photo 😭 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv i only do it in secret

maxfewtrell landonorris doesn't. what makes you think he's a saint when it comes to babysitting your little?

landonorris hey i do not like these accusations alright, chill out 🙃

maxfverstappen lando i sure hope you're not doing that in front of emi because we're gonna have A LOT of things to talk about, mate

landonorris got it boss man

kyliejenner what a silly baby 🥰 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv the silliest girl ever ❤️

kendalljenner can aunt kennie come to give her some love 🥺 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv come give em!

maxfverstappen i was kinda hurt when she did that after i asked her to put that snack down on the cart 🥲 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv shit was hilarious though 😭

maxfverstappen so proud of you for not laughing i guess 😒🙄

sylviefv 😘🤪

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maxfverstappen mijn kleine ruiter 🥰🏇 my little rider liked by sylviefv

sylviefv ze is zo'n engel 😍 she's such an angel

landonorris my favourite olympic equestrian 🤩 liked by sylviefv

danielricciardo you have a little rodeo girl in your hands!!! 😊 liked by sylviefv

victoriaverstappen she really loves her nature and forest walks huh??? 😍 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv as much as luka and lio love them- you know that, vic!!

victoriaverstappen ugh i guess we're going to have to make a trip to a horse ranch too- maybe lila can show the boys how to ride a horse 🤗

steviemarlz where did you even get pretty nature from 😃 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv went to addington few days ago- came across this equestrian centre and met this graceful horse 😊 lyle definitely loved her new friend

maxfverstappen she also went on a ride with a guide 😬 absolutely loved it and she screamed bloody murder after we got her off the saddles

maxfverstappen we should get a horse ranch for her liked by sylviefv

sylviefv and who's gonna care for it?

maxfverstappen we can hire someone to care for the ranch 🤭

sylviefv solid idea but i think i'd rather buy her a horse and put them in a well cared for stables instead 🤔

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winnieharlow omggggg mini maxim has grown so much where did the time go?!! 😭 liked by sylviefv

elsahosk look at that sweet sweet boy!!! liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen one of the three greatest collaboration pieces we've done so far 🤩 liked by sylviefv

sylviefv caddy i love you like i swear i do but call them that one more time i'm actually gonna lose my shit 😭

landonorris what about hybrid collection?

sylviefv LANDO FOR FUCKS SAKE DON'T ENCOURAGE MAX

aimeeleclerc you really didn't luck out with having a carbon copy of you huh 😭 liked by sylviefv

arthur_leclerc as if you're any better with your five little charleses 😟 liked by sylviefv

tillywolff he looks so much like max when he was still one omg!!! liked by sylviefv

sylviefv is it ever amazing to have a 12-year-older sister who can keep reminding you that she's seen you and your husband as babies before? i can never tell.

tillywolff don't say that 🙄 i'm just stating what i can see and what i saw all those years ago

landonorris strong swimmers you have max. even the genes are passed down.

maxfverstappen don't even start with the "swimmers" like i'm begging you

LINK TO: THE FAST LANE MAGAZINE AUGUST 2027 ISSUE - OP-ED BY MAX AND SYLVIE FORD-VERSTAPPEN

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danielricciardo "better version" is putting it mildly; he's a whole dilf liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen nah you are the hunkiest dilf though 😍

loricciardo both of you have kids and wives

sylviefv they're practically helpless as of this point loricciardo; they'd always find a way to attract the other no matter how many children they have so i don't even bother protesting 🙄

victoriaverstappen they all look like him so idk why he's still ugly to me 😭 liked by sylviefv

maxfverstappen why are you even here 😒

sylviefv don't discredit him like that victoriaverstappen 🤣 it's probably because you're biased

victoriaverstappen no he actually is ugly 😕

maxfverstappen happy to be myself for you mustang ❤️ liked by sylviefv

maxfewtrell you two nauseate me

sylviefv maxfewtrell cry about it

the ford-verstappen kids

emilia alouette leonie 'emi/millie' ford-verstappen

lila katelijne victoria 'lyle/kathy' ford-verstappen

maximilian gijsberg filip 'maxim' ford-verstappen

PS wrote a little fictional article "written" by both max and sylvie to add more to the last tweet's context! check it!

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sunnyie-eve · 7 months

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3 | Surprise

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

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2016

Penelope was just getting back from spending a few months in Germany for work and the boys were picking her up from the airport.

"How much longer do you have to wait?" Colby complains on the phone to Sam.

"They said the flight is going to be slightly late."

"Ugh!" Colby groans.

"Dude, you chose to stay at the apartment and make sure the surprise is great for her." He says as Penelope walks up behind him:

"Surprise for who?" She speaks up making him jump up and hang up on Colby.

"Penny!" He hugs her, "And a surprise for you, of course." He smiles, "Come on, Colby is waiting at our apartment for you. He was just fixing it up for you." Sam helps taking one of her suitcases.

"I didn't think I was that important for a clean apartment." She jokes.

"Well, we didn't want you to see the place then clean it for us." He makes her laugh.

As they were driving, Sam saw Penelope texting someone, "Who are you texting?" He asks with his eyes on the road.

"Umm, a friend. Tomorrow we're supposed to hang out." She tells him. She couldn't say boyfriend because he wasn't really. They never gone on any dates or anything like that. Just met through a photoshoot and got close. "Met him working and he got here a week earlier than me. He said when I get back we can hang out the next day so I can get settled in."

"All readying ditching us, rude." Sam laughs as they arrive at the apartment.

"Hey, I came to you guys first before finding a hotel to stay at till I can get a place here." She says as he gets her bags.

"Don't worry about that right now." He gives her a wink.

Before even getting to the apartment door, Colby was waiting in the hall jumping up and down before running full speed at them, "Nelly Belly!" He tackles her into the wall hugging her.

"Dude, you act like we didn't talk over the phone." She hugs him back.

"But you were gone for almost like half a year so shut up." He squeezes' her to death.

"Alright. Now can we go into the apartment? I kind of have to pee." She laughs so he takes her suitcase and all three walk in. "Bathroom is this way." He shows her so she thanks him shutting the door.

Sam takes the suitcases he had of hers to her surprise, which was her having a room at their place. Colby then brings in the other suitcase of hers, "She's worried about finding a hotel to stay at till she can get a place here." Sam tells Colby.

"Well, she's in luck she has two great best friends." Colby hears that Penelope was done so he goes back to her covering her eyes as she opens the bathroom door.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you to your surprise." He walks her to the room then when he removes his hands he and Sam shout surprise. She looks at them slightly confused, "It's your room. We made sure to get a place that had three rooms so you would have one to move into." Colby explains jumping onto her bed.

"We even made sure to make it look like how you would have it for first moving in." Sam adds.

"Wait, you guys got an apartment with three rooms just for me?" She repeats.

"Of course. Where else would you live coming out here? Where's a better place than with your best friends?" Colby smiles so she attacks San and Colby with a group hug.

"You guys are the best. I love y'all." She kisses their cheeks.

The next day Penelope took a shower before getting ready to hang out with her friend, Darwin. Getting out of the shower though she realized her clothes were gone, "Really guys?" She shouts opening the door with her towel wrapped around her.

"Colby did it!" Sam lets her know from the other room.

"Asshole." She goes to her room.

"Hey, it was just initiation." Colby walks into her doorway.

"Are you going to give me back my clothes now?" She puts one hand out.

"Yeah, no. You have to find them yourself." He laughs leaving her room shutting the door behind him.

"Now I have to find a new outfit." She looks for something cute not wanting to look like a slob since she did have a crush on Darwin.

By the time she was finished putting herself together, Darwin texted saying he was on his way to pick her up.

Going to the kitchen for a drink the guys eye Penelope confused why she was dressed up. They were used to her in bigger baggy clothes. "Do you have plans?" Sam asks not remembering what she told him yesterday.

"My friend I'm hanging out with today. Remember?" She looks at him.

"Oh, right. Your model friend. He's picking you up?"

"He?" Colby sits up.

"Yes, he. And he's super nice. Nothing like Tyson." She reassured him.

"Why are you saying that if he's just a friend?" Colby gets off the couch.

"Because I know how you are with any other guy there is in my life that's not you or Sam." She gives in a look.

"She's not wrong." Sam adds.

"Oh, hush." Colby tells him, "I'm just being-,"

She cuts him off, "Being protective and worried, and so many other things." She laughs, "You just want to make sure I'm okay, safe, and treated well." She adds causing Sam to laugh. "Do me a favor and be more like Sam when it comes to this type of thing." She pats his back going back to her room to grab her back.

"Am I overreacting?" Colby looks at Sam.

"You really want to answer that?" Sam laughed as there was a knock at the door.

"Can you get that?!" Penelope shouts in her room grabbing her shoes as well.

Sam and Colby look at each other and rush fighting over who gets the door. So they open it together startling Darwin.

"She's just getting a few of her things." Sam tells him, "I'm Sam and this is Colby." He introduces them to him.

"I know a bit about you two. I'm Darwin." He introduces himself.

"How long have you known Penelope exactly?" Colby asks causing Sam to look at him.

"Like seven months, I believe." Darwin laughs thinking back.

"And you guys are friends?" Colby asks with a smile.

"Umm, I guess, yeah." Darwin says not knowing exactly because he and Penelope were very flirty at times.

"Sorry. Hopefully, Colby isn't going protective dad or older brother on you." Penelope comes rushing around the corner.

"Of course not." Colby laughs.

"Yeah, I believe that." She tells him. "Well, bye." She leaves with Darwin.

As soon as the door was closed Colby faced Sam, "I don't like him."

"Of course, you don't." Sam shakes his head, "You don't even know him."

"The way he looks at her, I just don't trust him. So you think I'm overthinking it?" Colby watches Sam go to his laptop.

"I do. I always do, Colby."

While Colby goes to his laptop as well, Penelope and Darwin head out for lunch. "So Colby is like a protective brother with you. Asked how long have I known you. Are we friends?" Darwin says as they sit in a booth.

"I'm sorry about him. He's always been like that." Penelope laughs, "It's nice but sometimes it's a bit much." She adds.

"It's nice you have someone who cares that much about you." He tells her then eyes her, "Have you guys ever been more? I'm just curious." He asks her.

She laughs a bit, "No, never. I mean unless you count us being four and three in a picture kissing. But other than that, no." She laughs more. "Not to mention, I'm not his type at all. All the girls he's ever liked are super pretty."

"You don't think you're pretty too?"

"Compared to his type and most girls, I'm nowhere near as pretty as them." She laughs.

"Why are you laughing about calling yourself ugly? You aren't ugly, Penny. You're beautiful." Darwin tells her causing her to blush.

"You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not. I'm attracted to you, Penny. You're fucking beautiful." He says making her get serious, "And the sweetest person ever."

She just looks at him not believing her ears that someone as attractive as him liked her like that. She thought his flirty playfulness was just for fun but he liked her too.

"You seriously like me like that?"

"I do. Do you like me the same way or?" He chuckles.

"No, I do. I just thought... I'm usually people's type. I've only ever had one boyfriend who was a dick." She tells him.

"Well, I'd love to the the second person to take you on a date. What do you say? Friday night?" He asks so she nods her head yes.

When Darwin drops her off the boys were staring at the door as she walks in, "Welcome home. Did you have fun, Honey?" Sam asks in a girly tone like he was her mother.

"We just went out for lunch. It was good food. He paid for me so I appreciated that. And yes, mom." She takes her shoes off.

"I'm glad to hear about that. Your father was worried about you the whole time." Sam adds in his mom's voice.

"Oh, father." Penny walks over to the couch, "There's no need to worry about me. I'm a big girl now." She smiles at Colby rolling his eyes. "Also we're going out

Friday night." She smiles.

"Like a date?" Colby asks.

"Yes, like a date, Colby. I didn't even think I was his type but I apparently am." She laughs.

"Oh, we can go shopping tomorrow to get you a whole new outfit for your date." Sam tells her happy for her.

"I'm good with what I have."

"No, I want to get an outfit for you." He reassures her.

"If he hurts you in any way... I might be bc up in jail." Colby adds watching TV.

"This is why you guys are the best." She hugs each of them before going to change to be comfortable.

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

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manlvrr · 25 days

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Least Favorite TTBGO Episode: The Bunker List

Lol no guys I haven’t updated any of my fics. I’m working on an edit but it’s going really slowly. To be fair, I’ve been busy this week. Not busy enough to watch TTBO and read Trolls fics tho LMAOOOO (mainly I’ve just been unmotivated)

Besides Hair-Jitsu, The Bunker List is one of my least favorite TTBGO episodes (I HATE IT (besides certain moments 😋)) because it’s just Branch giving into peer pressure and making it seem like it’s only his fault for rushing through his bunker list. Guy Diamond and Smidge are annoyed at Branch for not doing things on his bunker list which, to an extent, is valid. Branch needs to get out more, but we’re talking about Branch here. The same Branch that was gray for 20 years. It’s not going to be easy for him to go through the list when he struggles so much with ‘basic’ social cues/expectations.

It’s not like he isn’t attempting to be more social either. He’s actually made good progress since the first episode.

Branch only made the bet because Guy Diamond and Smidge had gotten on him for not wanting to do things on his list. When he first said to give him a year to do the things, they scoffed and rolled their eyes. A year isn’t that long to complete a bucket list though? Especially not for someone like Branch who, again, was gray and miserable for 20 years. Poppy made a good point with telling him to do the list at his own pace. (She is surprisingly wise for a Pop troll surrounded by excessive positivity) I just wish they focused the lesson on not letting others get into your head over how you do things instead of ?? Idk whatever the lesson for that episode was.

What annoys me most out of that entire episode is that Branch still has to be humiliated in front of his friends (and only his friends thankfully bc seriously???? In front of everyone?!?!?! That was a horrible bet). They laugh at him when he tried to apologize (again, to an extent, fair bc he was being so aggressive towards his friends cause of wanting to finish his list on time). That was bad enough except then neither Smidge nor Guy Diamond apologized for pressuring him which really rubbed me the wrong way.

They were the whole reason Branch did all that. Poppy didn’t want the bet to happen yet they hair shook with Branch to make the bet official.

Several times throughout the TTBO and Trollstopia series Branch is made fun of for not being ‘normal’ or made the bad guy/blamed for stuff he didn’t do or wasn’t completely at fault for. I hate it so bad and this episode is one of the main examples of this. Ugh.

Also, I don’t completely like that bunker list bc of those same reasons. It’s a good idea but when Branch completes a part of the list the scrapbook says “One step closer to being normal!!”

. . .

Pop trolls try not to make Branch feel bad for being extremely socially inept due to 20 years of isolation, grayness, and trauma 🙀🙀 CHALLENGE IMPOSSIBLE ‼️‼️

Bro still isn’t his original colors of course he won’t be as happy as the other Pop trolls

Anyway, yeah, rant over. If you made it this far congrats on reading to me take a kids show way too seriously 🤗

#branch trolls #branch #rant post #trolls the beat goes on #trolls series

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polterinklings · 2 months

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So I just watched the first episode of the live action "Avatar: The Last Airbender" adaption and I'm just... not a fan. I had my trepidations going into it, so I probably was biased from the start, but it just doesn't work for me. - And rewatching the first two episodes of the original series just cemented my feelings about it. I could go on about the way the characters feel so watered down and like lesser versions of themselves, I could talk about the strange narrative and character changes that just don't really make sense (Like why did they change that Aang straight up RUNS AWAY from his role as the Avatar to him just wanting to clear his head? What narrative purpose does this serve?). I could talk about how there is just waaaay too much exposition and unearned information being thrown at the viewer that's only overwhelming and not presented in a way that's compelling or serves the narrative. (Like giving us all the information about how Aang ended up in the iceberg way before the actual narrative in the Southern Water Tribe starts, thereby taking away the whole weirdness of a kid just being stuck. In an iceberg. And surviving that. And being completely nonplussed about it. - An introduction to the original series that just build SO much intrigue) But there is this one thing that just makes the live action far less enjoyable to me compared to the animated series. And that's it being live action. Most of the time, there is a good goddamn reason why an original series or movie was animated. And that's because it's just visually far more interesting and because there are less visual constraints. And "Avatar: The Last Airbender" definitely is a series that suffers from the visual constraints that come with live action. The bending just doesn't feel as impressive and has the same OOMPH! that it had in the animated series. Aang's airbending feels off and weirdly floaty, and the way the animated character's weight and movements interacted with the airbending in the animated series just can't be replicated in a convincing way in live action. You always can tell that the actor is being pulled around by a string, and that what he is supposed to be intimately interacting with has been added in post, and the actor is interacting with nothing, or some sort of stand-in at best. The fighting coreography just feels clunky and unfocused, movements and the flow of fights just get bogged down and obscured by the heavy visual effects. Instead of the bending being an extension of the characters and clearly coreographing their fighting styles and movements, it becomes visual clutter. And we just don't get scenes like Katara and Aang going penguin sledding. We don't get the visual of a giant ship approaching a lone teenage boy and ramming straight into his only home. We don't get the strange inhuman-ness of Aang while being in the Avatar state, just glowing eyes and glowing tattoos, none of his other facial features visible. I'll just... I'll never understand why people think live action automatically improves on a property. The animation of Avatar: The Last Airbender made it as incredible as it was. It wasn't great despite of it, it was great because of it. Because it allowed for visuals and visual storytelling that just won't be possible within the budget and the real constraints of live action filming. And I just... UGH, when will they finally understand that? And see animation as not something inferior, but an incredible and far less constrained tool to tell stories that otherwise wouldn't work in live action? It just makes me sad.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #atla spoilers #netflix

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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 5 months

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That Herrmann/Halstead DNA (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-One of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Assault, Stabbing, Gunshot Wounds, Blood and Injury, Whump, Trauma, Eventual Hopeful Ending

Chapter One

Monday, August 24th

***

Mouse

Mouse reached up to cup her face, kissing her one more time. “I want to take you on a real date. Where we’re both on the same page and we both know what it means.”

Bex blushed. “Okay,” she said, leaning into his hand. “When? Tomorrow?”

“Yeah—wait,” Mouse’s face fell. “I promised Jay I’d watch the game with him and—”

“We don’t want to start this with you breaking plans with him,” Bex said, shaking her head and Mouse’s heart warmed at how she got that so completely.

“It wouldn’t feel right,” he agreed.

“Wednesday’s out because of Outdoor Game Night,” she sighed. “I promised Kevin and I want to make sure Sylvie has fun.”

“Thursday?” Mouse asked hopefully.

“I have to work at Molly’s,” Bex said with a rueful laugh. “I promised Chris because he’s got some sort of last hurrah of the summer thing planned with the kids.”

“Friday then.” Mouse crossed his fingers and Bex nodded.

“Friday works for me,” she whispered. “Wow. We’re really doing this.”

“All in,” Mouse said, kissing her once again.

Finally.

***

Tuesday

***

Mouse

Mouse twirled his keys on his finger as he left Jay’s place and headed across the parking lot toward his car. It’d been a good night; just like old times, but better. Lighter.

Keeping their plans had been the right move. Jay was clearly trying to be supportive of Mouse and Bex—to the point that he’d said Bex could come over to watch the game as well, but Mouse hadn’t missed the lightning quick moment of relief that passed over Jay’s face when he’d said no. Or the grin he sported all night.

Not that Mouse could judge. He was sure he had a matching one.

They hadn’t hung out as just the two of them in a while and it settled something in Mouse that he hadn’t realized needed quieting.

So yeah. A good night, all in all.

Mouse hummed to himself as he pulled up at the exit, flipping on his signal to turn right. He paused as a thought hit him.

…a good night, but maybe it could be even better.

He changed his signal and turned left.

***

Bex

“And he said he had a whole speech,” Bex said, finishing up the story of everything Emery had missed last night which she had demanded Bex retell in full detail. “But we didn’t really get to that part.” She grinned at Emery who nodded knowingly.

“Because you were making out against the side of the building!” Will yelled from the kitchen where he and Connor were doing the dishes from dinner.

“For like, five minutes.” Bex rolled her eyes.

“Ten,” Connor called back. “Possibly closer to fifteen!”

“Nice.” Emery held up a hand for a high five which Bex gave her with a sheepish laugh.

“They’re totally exaggerating,” Bex said, before lowering her voice. “It was amazing though.”

“That’s my girl,” Emery cheered. She picked up her wine glass and sat back. “Ugh, I’m so sad I missed it.”

Bex mirrored her position, snuggling down into the couch. “Did you have a good talk with Lexi, though?”

Lexi had been reaching out to Emery lately, wanting to talk through what was hopefully going to be an imminent break-up with her boyfriend. Things hadn’t become 'Ty bad' with him, but it sounded like they were trending that way. Bex was glad Emery was in a place to offer some support to her. (Bex had tried to subtly check a few times to make sure she was okay with it until Emery called her out on it so maybe it hadn’t actually been that subtle.)

“We did, yeah,” Emery said. “She wants to move back home, but there’s some issues she needs to work through with her parents so—” She drew out the last word with a shrug. “They’re all coming over to my place for dinner on Thursday?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Bex leaned forward, eyes wide.

“The offer just popped out!” Emery exclaimed. “They need like, a neutral space with a mediator and I have a kitchen table now so why not?”

“You feel okay getting involved in all of that?” Bex asked, trying not to be to mama chicken-y about the whole thing, but she didn’t want Emery putting herself in a situation where people might turn their frustrations on her.

“Things are way less tense between them than they were. Someone talked a bit of sense into Al, I heard,” Emery said, shooting her a pointed look.

Oh, right. Bex had almost forgotten about that. It felt like so long ago with everything that had gone on since then. Nice to know it had helped though.

“I think a meal to hash things out will help get them on the same page,” Emery continued. “And get Lexi away from that asshole and out of that ridiculous warehouse space she’s living in. Thing is a disaster waiting to happen.”

“You’re a good person,” Bex said, sticking a foot out to nudge at Emery’s leg.

“I know what it’s like to get lost.” Emery said quietly. “If I can help Lexi out of that…I feel like it’ll be good for me too.”

“Who wants tea?” Will called out and both them chorused a ‘yes, please.’

Bex’s phone chimed with a text. She picked it up, smiling when she saw the message. “It’s Mouse,” she said, answering Emery’s questioning look as she typed out a reply. “He’s asking if I’m still up.”

Her phone chimed again.

Her eyebrows flew up as she processed what he’d sent. “He’s downstairs in the parking lot,” Bex said. “Asking if I can come down for a minute.”

“Go, go, go,” Emery urged her off the couch. “This is making up for me missing all the excitement last night.”

Bex shook her head, laughing as she pulled her shoes on and headed downstairs.

***

Mouse

Mouse leaned against his car, cracking his knuckles. A nervous habit Platt was always giving him shit for, but it was the only thing stopping him from getting back in his car at the moment.

Was this too much? Was he coming on too strong?

The sound of the front door opening pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see Bex standing on the front steps, searching the parking lot for him. Her face lit up when she saw him.

…maybe not such a bad idea then.

“Hey,” she said, a little breathless after bounding over to him. He had his arms out and ready as she folded into him. “This is a nice surprise.”

He was helpless against the smile that spread across his face as he looked down at her. “I wanted to say goodnight.”

Bex went perfectly still for a moment before burying her face in his chest. He couldn’t quite make out what she said next, but it sounded like a muffled “Oh, my god, you’re going to kill me.”

Now he was just confused.

“I’m sorry—”

“No! No,” Bex’s head popped back up and she was, thankfully, smiling. “This is perfect. You are amazing.” She laughed. “And apparently romantic as hell which means I’m a little concerned about how I’m supposed to survive until Friday.”

“Would it help if I come say goodnight to you every night?” he teased, pulling her in a little closer.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I see what you’re doing,” she said. Then she leaned in. “And I like it.”

Their lips met and as far as goodnights went, well…Mouse could get used to it.

***

Bex

Bex made her way upstairs somehow; truly a feat considering how dazed she felt.

“We spied on you from the balcony,” Emery announced as soon as Bex came through the door. She ignored the outcry from Connor and Will and shook her head at Bex. “I can’t even tease you right now because that was really freaking romantic.”

“Right?” Bex groaned. She circumvented the couch and lay down on the rug beside Kol. He snorted before shuffling around to snuggle into her side. “Is it possible to die from anticipation? Friday is way too far away, guys, I’m not gonna make it.”

Will and Emery just laughed at her, but Connor, bless his heart, stood up. “I’ll get your tea,” he said. “That’ll help.”

“I love you,” she called after him. “You’re my favourite.” A loud grumble in her ear had her correcting herself. “After Kol.”

“That’s fair!”

“Does that make you three and me four?” Will muttered to Emery. “Or the other way around.”

“Battle it out over Uno?” she suggested.

“Deal.”

***

Wednesday

***

Bex

“So, today is Wednesday,” Bex said as Mouse walked her to her car. “And tomorrow is Thursday.”

“I believe that is how the days of the week go,” Mouse said. “Yes.”

She rolled her eyes and tugged on his hand. “I just want Friday to get here faster.”

“Two more sleeps.” Mouse grinned at her. “Almost there.”

“You should come to Molly’s tomorrow night,” she said. “And help me close. We can send the rest of the staff home early and make out on the bar.”

“Bad influence,” he murmured, leaning in for a kiss.

“That’s not a no,” she whispered against his lips.

Mouse pressed her against the side of her car and kissed her thoroughly. “It’s a yes,” he said, eyes going bright. “And then it’ll only be one more sleep.”

“Aha! A perfect plan.” Bex hugged him. “We’re good at this.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, a note of pleased surprise running through it. “We are.”

***

Thursday

***

Bex

It had been a quiet night. Not many of the regular 51 crew had been in because they all had an early start the next day. Chris had texted her pictures throughout the day and evening of the pre-back-to-school adventure he and Cindy had taken the kids on.

Looked like they’d had a blast.

Now the night was coming to a close. She’d sent the last staff member home ten minutes ago and there was only a few things left to do. Bex was busy counting out the till while her helper made quick work of mopping the floors.

“Hey, Bex,” Mouse said, coming up to the bar after he’d put the mop and bucket away.

“Hey, Mouse,” she said as she put the deposit in the safe and locked it up. She stood and found him leaning against the bar, chewing on his lip. Bex wracked her brain, but she couldn’t think of anything in the last few minutes that could have made him so fretful. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking about this weekend,” he said and she nodded, encouraging him to keep going. “I read about this thing happening down at the park by Jay’s place. It’s, uh, it’s called KidFest? They’re gonna have music and magicians and a bouncy castle and a reptile guy…”

“That sounds like fun,” Bex said, putting away the last of the glasses.

Mouse brightened a little more at that. “Yeah, and uh, I was thinking, you know, it might be something the Herrmann kids would be into? Maybe you and Jay could take them?”

“I think they’d definitely be into that,” Bex agreed. She came around the bar to perch on the stool beside him. “I’ll talk to Chris.”

He grinned—ridiculously, adorably pleased with himself.

“We’ll see if Connor and Will and Emery want to come too,” she said.

“W-we?” Mouse stammered out.

“Duh,” Bex laughed. “You think I’m gonna let you miss out on the reptile guy?”

Mouse ducked his head as he huffed out a laugh. “I didn’t want to assume…”

“As long as you’re okay with it,” Bex said, hooking her fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer. “I think it’d be a lot of fun if you came too.”

“Count me in, then,” he said.

“Excellent.” She took a quick look around the bar before facing him again. “Well, I think we covered everything on the closing list,” she said. “Except for that one thing…that we discussed…”

She saw the moment it clicked and his eyes went wide as he remembered yesterday’s discussion. “Wouldn’t want to leave the list unfinished,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

They ended up crossing that item off pretty thoroughly.

***

Friday

***

Bex

Bex leaned against the counter, sipping at her cup of coffee. It wasn’t her favourite thing, but she needed the caffeine after her late night.

Her totally worth it late night.

Footsteps shuffled down the hall and she reached up to pull another mug down to set beside the coffee machine. She turned back to the doorway just in time to see Connor wander in…

Wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.

Bex snorted. “Uh, good morning?”

“Morning,” Connor yawned, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. Bex waited a beat and then—there it was—Connor froze as he made eye contact with her.

She raised an eyebrow, grinning at him over the rim over her mug. “You, sir, are in your underwear.”

Connor slowly, so slowly, looked down at himself and then back at her. “I am,” he said evenly as he very carefully covered himself with his arms. The deer in headlights look had yet to fade.

Silence stretched between them.

“Sooooooo, are you planning on changing that situation or would you like me to just move out of the way of the coffee?” Bex asked.

One more beat and then Connor seemed to come back to himself. “Ah, no, I’m, uh, I’m good,” he rambled as he began to scoot backwards out of the room. “I’m just gonna—” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder before escaping out into the living room.

Bex giggled to herself as she heard his steps moving rapid back to Will’s bedroom.

***

Will

“Stop laughing,” Connor demanded as he pulled a shirt over his head.

Will would if he could, but every time he tried, he could hear Bex giggling as she got her shoes on and it would set him off all over again.

“This is your fault,” Connor hissed at him. “I wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t—”

Oh, right. It was kind of his fault. Will smirked and Connor almost smiled back before catching himself. He shook a stern finger at Will.

“No,” he said. “Don’t even start.”

“Okay, I’m leaving!” Bex called out. “Bye, Kol! Bye, Will! Bye, Dr. Handsome McUnderpants!”

Connor groaned and faceplanted onto the bed.

“Don’t wait up tonight because I have a daa-aaaa-te!” she sang. They heard the sound of the front door closing and then there was silence.

“Hey, Dr. McUnderpants,” Will said. Connor didn’t lift his head, but he did raise his hand to give Will the finger.

“You forgot Handsome,” he said into the sheets.

Will laughed and flopped down beside him on the bed. He reached out to stroke a hand through Connor’s hair. “We don’t have to be a work for awhile,” he continued. “Why don’t you let me make it up to you?”

There was no response for a couple of seconds and then Connor shifted, tilting his face enough to squint up at Will. “…I’m listening.”

***

Bex

Her shift at the diner had been pleasantly relaxed and flew by before she knew it. Bex was heading out to her car when she pulled out her phone to check for new messages.

None.

She frowned down at it. She’d left a few for Chris, explaining Mouse’s idea, and she knew he was at work, but usually he’d have texted her back by now. Pausing beside her car, she called him.

It went straight to voice mail.

If he was on a call that had lasted this long, she’d have heard about it by now. That kind of thing made the news. She shook her head. He probably turned his phone off somehow. Dork.

Only one thing for it.

There was plenty of time before her volunteer shift to swing by and bother him in person. She stopped off at one of her favourite bakeries on the way to grab a load of donuts. Full mouths meant less opportunities to interrogate her about her date tonight.

She went back inside for an extra dozen, just to be safe.

The station was calm when Bex pulled up. Kelly and the Squad guys spotted her pulling the boxes of donuts out of her car and rushed out to help her.

“These are for everyone,” she said sternly, staring down Capp who somehow had already managed to stuff a whole donut? Into his mouth?

“Mmf-hmm,” he mumbled, passing the second donut in his hand over to a happy Tony. She shook her head. Goofballs.

Bex herded them toward the break room and made sure they were actually sharing before cornering Chris.

“Hey, Bex!” he said, grabbing her up in a bear hug. “Didn’t know you’d be stopping by today!”

“Well, apparently, texting and calling wasn’t going to work so I thought I’d try this before carrier pigeon,” she laughed.

“You called me?” he frowned, digging his phone out of his pocket. It was on, but he had no notifications. “Stupid thing’s been on the fritz all week,” he complained as he poked at the screen. It flickered a few times before going dark. “Aw, crap.”

“Time for a new one,” she said, clapping him on the shoulder when he groaned. “I’ll let Cindy know to call the station if she needs to get in touch with you.”

“Oh, heck, Cindy!” His head flew up as he gripped the phone in his hands. “What if she’s tried to call? What if—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bex said, pulling her own phone out of her bag and unlocking it. “Call her on mine and let her know yourself. This way you can do a check in too.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Chris said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before heading into the bunk room to make his call.

She turned around to find the rest of the gang staring at her as they munched on their donuts.

“So, Bex,” Kelly said, giving her a shit-eating grin around a mouthful of dough. “Ready for your big date tonight?”

***

Kim

“Burgess,” Voight jerked his head to the side, motioning for her to come over.

“Yeah, sarge?” She stepped over and leaned in when he did.

“What the hell’s up with Mouse?” he murmured. “He seems more squirrelly than usual.”

She followed his gaze to where Mouse was talking rapidly to the rest of the team, gesturing animatedly as he demonstrated something on a radio.

He did seem to be stuck on fast forward a bit. What—oh. Right.

“Um,” Kim began, trying to figure out how to explain this to her boss. “I think he’s just excited?”

“About?” Voight asked flatly.

“He has a date tonight?” She winced internally. This was so not a conversation she wanted to be having. “With Bex? It’s kind of been a long time coming and I think—”

“That’s enough,” Voight said, cutting her off with a wave of his hand. “I get the picture.” He watched Mouse again for a moment, the side of his lips quirking up slightly. Then he saw her watching and frowned at her. “Get Platt to find him something to do in the basement,” he bit out. “He’s distracting the team.”

“On it, sir,” she said, whirling around.

Once he was back in his office, she grabbed her phone and shot off a text. Maybe they could try calming him down before exiling him.

***

Bex

Bex finally managed to make her excuses and escape the many questions getting thrown at her by saying she had to make it to Med for her volunteer shift.

Which was true!

But she’d also received a text on her phone that she needed to look into first and there was no way she was telling them about this little side trip. It’d would instantly be added to the list of things she never heard the end of. They loved having a backlog of things to tease her about.

So ridiculous.

She loved it.

Bex bopped along to the radio as she drove over to the precinct. She found a spot close to the front under a nice tree and grabbed her phone to text Mouse.

Hey! Are you able to take a quick break? I’m outside.

Bex got her answer when a minute later, he appeared at the front door, zeroing in on her right away. He jogged over with a goofy smile on his face.

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, very happy in fact, this is a nice surprise,” he said, words tumbling out one after another. “But it is a surprise. A nice, happy, surprise—”

“I was at 51,” Bex said, gently cutting off his ramble. “I had to track down Chris because his phone isn't working and I wanted to tell him about your KidsFest idea. He thinks it'll be fun and he's going to talk to Cindy about it."

"Oh," Mouse said with a pleased hum. "That's good."

"Yeah, it is," Bex agreed before she slipped in the next bit. "While I was there, I also got a text from Kim. Apparently, you’re a little high energy for Sergeant Voight today and he's trying to figure out how to stick you in the basement?”

Mouse blushed, ducking his head. “I might be, uh, a little excited?”

“Hey,” Bex wrapped her arms around his waist, tilting her head to catch his eyes. “You’re not the only one. I’m excited too.”

“Yeah?” He bit his lip as he smiled.

“Yes!” Bex exclaimed. “I’m ridiculously excited, you know that.” She gave him a squeeze. “It was kind of nice hearing you were too and then I also thought, maybe I could help you burn off a bit of that excess energy so you can get through the rest of your shift.”

“Oh, really?” Mouse raised an eyebrow at her. “How do you propose we do that?”

“Like this.” Bex leaned in and captured his lips with hers. Mouse made a happy little noise as he deepened the kiss, walking them back to press her against her car.

They broke apart a moment later. “Better?” Bex asked.

Mouse shook his head, dipping down for another, longer one.

“Gerwitz!” A voice yelled and they looked over to see Al stopped at the front stairs. He stared at Mouse and jerked a thumb back at the building. “What are you doing? Come on!”

“Break’s over,” Bex laughed, patting Mouse on the chest. “You should probably get back in there.”

“Yeah,” Mouse sighed. He squeezed her hand and turned away before groaning and whirling back around. “One more,” he said, reeling her in and giving her a searing kiss before letting her go. “Okay. Now I’m going.”

“Bye,” Bex said faintly, another laugh slipping out as she touched her fingers to her lips. “See you tonight.”

“Yeah, you will.” Mouse grinned at her over his shoulder as he headed back inside.

Oh, goodness.

Bex shook her head as she walked around to the driver’s seat.

That was—

Wow.

Okay.

Focus, Bex. Children. Volunteer time.

“I am in trouble with that man,” she sang to herself as she started the car.

Really, excellent trouble.

***

Trudy

“What’s the matter with you?” Trudy asked Al as he stalked by her desk.

“Too many things,” he said vaguely. “Keep seeing ‘em and knowing ‘em. All the things.” He shook his head as he made a beeline upstairs.

She couldn’t decide where exactly that statement fell on the Olinsky scale of weirdness. Then a thoroughly mussed-up Mouse came through the door and that answered her question better than Al had.

“Hey, Sarge,” he beamed at her and she held up a finger.

“Don’t want to hear about it,” she said. “Don’t want to know about it. Don’t want to perceive it in any way.”

He made a zipper motion across his suspiciously reddened lips.

Uh-hunh.

She grabbed a stack of files that Burgess had dumped on her desk a few minutes ago. “Project for you,” she said, handing them over to him. “Voight wants you to track down and compile CCTV footage for these cases.”

“Still banished, hunh?” he sighed. Then he hugged the files to himself, a crooked little smile flitting across his face. “Worth it.”

She watched as he headed downstairs and shook her head.

Be a miracle if they all made it to five o’ clock.

***

Bex

Bex hurried down the hall, her guitar case bouncing against her back. She’d had a great shift with the kids—almost too great considering she’d stayed later than she meant to. It was already four-thirty, but she still had time to get home and get beautified.

Thank goodness Emery was going to come over and help with her make-up.

She spotted Dr. Abrams walking down the hall toward her and waved at him. “What’s shaking, Dr. A?”

He grimaced. “Ms. Herrmann—”

“We’ll ditch it,” she said, holding her hands up. “I was just trying it out. Still trying to figure out nicknames to distinguish between you and my other friend, Sam.”

“Might I suggest Dr. Abrams as my nickname?” he said dryly.

“Don’t come crying to me then when Other Sam gets the cool nickname,” Bex said.

“I shall strive to contain myself,” he said, pursing his lips, but she saw them twitching as he walked off.

Yeah, she was still gonna work on a nickname for him. He’d love it.

In that very seriously pretending he hated it kind of way.

She started running through options in her brain and nearly ran straight into Connor when she turned the next corner. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself!” he said with a grin.

Bex looked down and pointed. “Look at that! Pants! What a concept!”

“Okay, shush please,” he said, slicing a hand through the air. “I just got Will to stop calling me Dr. McUnderpants.”

“Has he been leaving off the Handsome?” Bex asked, offended.

“Yes!” Connor said, equally affronted.

“So rude,” they both said.

Connor laughed, leaning against the wall. “All done with your shift?” he asked. “Going to get ready for the big date?”

“Yes, and yes,” Bex said. “Speaking of, I’m glad I ran into you. I need a favour.”

“I’m listening,” he said, shifting to face her, curious now.

“Would you, without asking any follow up questions whatsoever, please agree to take Will and Kol back to your place tonight and leave the apartment empty?” Bex clasped her hands in front of her and batted her lashes. “Pretty please?”

“I—” His eyes were shining with mischief and Bex braced herself for some serious revenge teasing. “—already made plans with Will to do that so the apartment is yours.”

Wait. What?

“A gift,” he said, holding his hand against his heart. “From Dr. Handsome McUnderpants to you.”

Bex laughed and leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek. “Never forget the Handsome.”

“Never,” Connor agreed. His pager beeped. “I gotta go,” he said, giving her a quick hug. “Don’t forget to use protection—”

“Connor!”

“Make good choices! Bye!”

And then he was gone. Bex shook her head, laughing. Then she caught a glimpse at the time.

“Oh, crap!”

She hustled out to the parking lot, stuffing her guitar in the backseat and checking her phone as she got into the front. One missed call. She didn’t recognize the number either. Probably spam.

Her phone started ringing in her hand and that number she recognized. “Hey, Em,” she said, putting it on speaker as she started up her car.

“Hey, Bex,” Emery’s voice sounded weird. It had Bex’s spidey senses tingling.

“What’s up?” she asked, pulling out of her spot and heading toward the exit. “Everything okay?”

“I just—I need someone to talk me down,” Emery said, choking out a little laugh. “I know I’m being ridiculous.”

“Tell me,” Bex prompted.

“I think—I know I couldn’t have, but I swear I saw Ty today,” Emery said. “It was outside the coffee shop by my work. I saw him as I was walking and stopped because it threw me. It couldn’t have been him, right? I turned around and looked closer, but whoever it was had already moved on. And that’s—like, it couldn’t have been him, right, Bex? He’s in jail. We would know if he wasn’t, wouldn’t we? Would Jay know? I just—”

“Hey, hey,” Bex said softly, trying to curb the stream of panic coming through her phone. “Listen, I’m sure he’s still in jail, but I don’t blame you for being freaked out for seeing someone who looked like him.” And as sure as she was, Bex wasn’t about to take any chances. “How about I call Jay and ask him to double check?”

“Would he do that?” Emery asked, voice small.

“Absolutely,” Bex said. She wasn’t going to give him a chance to say he couldn’t. “Where are you now?”

“Uh, I’m done, I’m done for the day so I was heading home,” Emery said.

“Okay, that’s good.” Bex changed her course and started that way herself. “I’ll come too, but when you get there, go inside and make sure you turn on the alarm. I’ll call you when I’m there. And I’ll call you if I get an answer from Jay before then.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Emery said. She still sounded shaky, but not as bad as before. “Thank you.”

“That’s what we do, Em,” she said. “Always remember that.”

“Thank you anyway,” Emery said. “Love you. See you soon.”

“Love you too.” Her phone beeped as Emery hung up and Bex called Jay at the first red light she hit. It took him a few rings to pick up, but luckily, he did.

“Hey, Bex,” he said. “What’s up?”

She explained the situation as quickly as she could and what she needed him to do. “Is there a way you can check on it?” she asked. “Just to make sure? I think it would help Emery feel better. She sounded really freaked out.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jay said. “I’ll find out right now. Call you back in a sec.”

“Okay, good.” Bex breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Jay.”

“No problem.”

He hung up and Bex kept making her way toward Emery’s place. Traffic was annoying slow, but typical for this time of day. She urged everyone to move faster.

“Come on.”

The sooner she got there, the better.

***

Emery

Emery pulled into her driveway and grabbed her bag before getting out of her car. She took a quick look around as she headed up the front walk, but her neighbourhood was quiet.

No one lurking around as far as she could see.

She let out a shaky breath. See? It was fine. Ty was in jail.

There was nothing to worry about.

Emery hurried up her front steps and unlocked the door. As she opened it, someone stepped up behind her and pushed her inside. Emery tripped, but managed to keep her feet and whirled around to see Ty standing there.

Ty.

He looked taller than she remembered. Bigger. The lines of him had gone taut since she’d last since him, making him look sharper.

But his eyes…they were exactly the same.

“Hey, baby,” he said, a cold light glinting in them as he took a step toward her. “Missed you.”

***

Bex

Bex was almost at Emery’s when her phone rang again.

“Jay?”

“Bex, where are you?” Jay’s voice was tight.

“Pulling up to Emery’s place,” she said. “Why?”

“Ty got out of prison this morning,” he said and Bex’s stomach dropped.

“What? How—”

“Something about overcrowding,” Jay spat out. “There's a delay in the system and the message to us got lost. They should have friggin' let us know—that's not the issue right now." He huffed out a breath. "Ty’s supposed to have an ankle monitor, but it’s showing that he was at his place of residence all day so he’s tampered with it somehow. They don't know where he is.”

“Oh, my god,” Bex said as she parked her car and got out. “Emery.”

“Bex, wait!” Jay said sharply. “Just wait. Stay in your car or something. I’ll get the closest patrol car over there and I’m gonna head out too, but I don’t want you walking into something—”

“Her car is here,” Bex said, already heading up the front walk. “She has an alarm system and I told her I was going to come. I can’t leave her alone, Jay—”

She stopped short on the front porch, breath catching at what she saw. Jay was calling her name and she brought the phone back up to her ear. “Jay,” Bex whispered. “The door is open.” She stared at the little crack that might as well be a wide open door because Emery would never—

“Bex, go back to your car,” Jay demanded. “Right now.”

“No, I can’t—”

“Do not go in there—”

Emery was alone. She could be hurt. Bex couldn’t let her be either of those things.

She took a careful step forward, ignoring Jay’s shouts coming from the phone, and pushed the door open.

***

Jay

“Bex. Bex! God-fucking-dammit, Bex, answer me!”

The team stood silently around him as he yelled into his phone, trying desperately to get Bex to tell him what was happening.

Her startled gasp had him gripping it tight.

“Oh, my god, Emery.” There was a clatter and Bex sounded further away. She must have dropped the phone. “Emery, oh, my god, oh, my god.”

“Bex,” he yelled again before turning to Hailey. “We need to get an ambulance and a patrol car over there now.” He rattled off the address and she nodded, picking up her own phone.

“Jay.”

His head whipped back to his own phone. Bex.

“I’m here,” he said. “I’m sending help.” Jay hunted around for his keys. “I’m coming.” He found them and thundered down the stairs, the rest of the team on his heels.

***

Bex

There was so much blood. Oh, god, so much blood. Bex didn’t have enough hands. Emery was on the floor of her living room, barely conscious, face bruised, and bleeding out of at least three stab wounds.

Bex had stripped off the t-shirt she’d been wearing over her tank top and had ripped it in two. She’d been trying to stop the bleeding, but it was already soaked through in red.

“I’m sending help. I’m coming,” Jay said and all Bex could do was whimper in response.

Not fast enough. No one was going to be fast enough.

“Be—” Emery gurgled at her.

“I’m here,” Bex said, leaning over to make eye contact, making sure Emery could see her. “I’m here, you’re going to be okay, I promise. I’m here.”

Emery’s mouth moved again and Bex shushed her. “It’s okay, don’t try to talk,” she said. “Just breathe.” Please.

Please.

“Ty,” Emery got out.

Of course, it was. The fucking bastard.

Bex was going to kill him.

Once she found him.

Once Emery was okay.

She had to be okay.

“Here,” Emery gasped. “Here.”

Bex shook her head, not sure what Emery was trying to say.

Then the door to the living room creaked and it sunk in.

Ty.

Was still here.

***

Jay

Jay was rushing past Platt’s desk when Bex started talking again.

“Ty.”

He stopped short, yelling for everyone to shut up.

“Ty,” Bex repeated. “Please. Put the knife down."

Oh, no. God, no.

"Just plea—no!”

Bex's scream echoed through the silent room.

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