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luveline · 4 months ago

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can I pls request: dad!spencer and his baby boy getting antsy and weepy but spencer not knowing what’s wrong until you come back from a long case and then he’s fine straight away

—Spencer and his baby miss you like crazy for 3k, fem

Things have been hot garbage since Monday. Saturday night and all Spencer wants is one good day, where Jude doesn’t cry, and Spencer doesn’t feel sick. Saturday morning it went on for hours —Jude started crying because his bottle was prematurely empty and he didn’t stop, the sobs petering into weeps, sniffly wet nose pressed to Spencer’s neck, then his chest, then his forehead. Poor boy can’t stay still.

Spencer hasn’t eaten properly since you left. He can’t get more than a couple of mouthfuls in before Jude is protesting his own meal or snack and flopping sadly into a Jude-puddle.

Spencer has suggested dinner again, because not eating makes you sad, but Jude doesn’t care what it does and Spencer puts electrolytes in his juice. He offers extra time at the swimming pool and the library, and he plays soccer outside despite terrible coordination because Jude loves to score. Nothing lasts long enough. Jude spends half of his waking time morose and clingy, the other hiding under beds or in the kitchen cabinet under the sink. Spencer makes him an appointment with the pediatrician for Wednesday morning.

The waiting is agony.

“I don’t think you should worry about it until you go,” you say down the phone, “you know that worrying twice is pointless. Not that you shouldn’t worry at all, I know it’s scary, but there’s nothing you can’t handle, Spence.”

“If Jude is sick I definitely can’t handle that.”

“Yes, you can. Don’t be stupid.”

Stupid said very softly. Spencer misses your voice. He tries to go on cases but if they look too long, he stays home, ‘cos who does he trust enough to take care of Jude besides himself? There was one time where you stayed with Jude for a two-nighter just because you wanted to and Spencer missed being with the BAU, but he missed Jude more while he was there than he missed the work. He’s a professional consultant now, and it’s fine. He loves his life. He still goes to the office and sees his friends for coffee, and he gets to be with Jude all the time. If something happened to him…

“He’s just not himself, it’s–” breaking my heart.

“Emily said we’re a half hour from touching down in Quantico, I’ll come over?”

Spencer didn’t consider you going home to your own place, but he should’ve. “Please. Maybe you can get through to him, or figure out what it is that’s making him so sad.”

“What's he been eating?”

“Nothing.” Spencer rubs his eyebrow and the headache there roughly. “Uh, he can’t stop himself from eating those carrot puffs. If you get a couple of those on the way in I’ll pay you back.”

“Honey, I can buy the baby some snacks. What about you, are you eating?”

“Not really,” he confesses quietly.

“Anything you fancy?”

He grins at your phrasing and your light tones. Maybe when Jude is a little older, a lot older, Spencer could go with you again.

“Can you get me those chilli tortilla chips, please?”

“And salsa?”

“Please, if you don’t mind.”

“I love all the snacks you love,” you laugh, “did you want something sweet, too? I really crave a three musketeers.”

“That’s the worst candy bar you could’ve picked.”

“It is not. And for that you aren’t getting one.”

Spencer laughs and sways Jude’s attention from the movie. He frowns at Spencer as if to say, What’s so funny? I’m miserable. And Spencer feels more sorry for him than anyone in the whole wide world. “What’s the matter, baby?” he murmurs.

“Is that my boy?”

Spencer tries to pretend you saying such a thing doesn’t inspire extreme attraction. “That’s your boy,” he says, flustered beyond sense, “he’s not feeling the best.”

Jude shuffles to Spencer’s seat. “I know, poor boy,” you murmur, “aw, I can’t wait to be home, I missed him so much more than I can say, this case felt like an age.”

Doesn’t Spencer know it? He pinches the phone between his ear and shoulder, holding out his hands for Jude, slipping them into his armpits as Jude struggles up into his lap. “What’s wrong?” Spencer asks again.

Jude pouts up at Spencer through long eyelashes. “Daddy, who’s on’a phone?”

“Y/N. Do you want to talk?”

Jude is rigid, his eyebrows pinched tightly, but he nods and holds his hand out for the phone. Spencer guides it gently to his ear. “Tell me if it’s too loud, okay?”

“Hello?” Spencer hears you say. “Jude, lovely, are you there? Can you hear me?”

“I hear you,” Jude says.

“Hello. I miss you very much, I’m excited to come home. Daddy says you’re not feeling well, I’m very sorry to hear it. If you can think of anything I can get you or I can bring you to make you feel better, can you tell me now?”

“Um…” Jude gives Spencer a betrayed glare that makes no sense. “Dad?”

“She said she misses you,” Spencer says softly. “She’s sorry you’re not happy. And she wants to know if you want a present, or a special dinner.”

“No.” Jude straightens up, a little hand tight on the phone. “I miss you,” he says loudly.

“I miss you too. I’ll see you soon, just a couple more hours. Can you be good for dad and have something to eat? Have some apple stars or a bowl of chips or a boppy?”

Jude nods.

Spencer huffs a laugh. “Say out loud,” he whispers.

“Say what?” Jude asks.

“He’s saying yes,” Spencer says loudly.

“You’re gonna go have a boppy now?” you check.

“Yeah,” Jude says.

Your laugh is hard to hear, but Spencer knows it well, filling in the gaps in his head. “Okay, babe. You go have your boppy and I’ll see you real soon.”

Jude perks up a little. He thanks you in his mind for being a miracle worker. Jude says, “Okay,” and you say, “Okay, bye-bye,” and Jude says, “Bye-bye, I love you,” which makes you backtrack to say, “I love you too! Okay? Go have your boppy. Bye, sweet boy.”

Jude gives Spencer the phone nicely.

Spencer can see you’ve hung up, so he puts the phone on the arm and takes Jude’s cheek into his palm. “Okay?” he asks.

“I’m gonna have boppy now,” Jude informs him.

“Yeah, let’s go make it.”

It’s skim milk now Jude’s old enough, but he likes it all the same, and he drinks it held against Spencer’s chest where Spencer stands in the kitchen. Jude doesn’t fuss as Spencer starts writing a list on the fridge-pad. Milk, laundry detergent, carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, bread, cheese and broccoli pasta mix, cheese, noodles. “What do you want for your dinner tomorrow?” Spencer asks, unsurprised to go unanswered. He adds rice, hand soap, and crayons.

Jude doesn’t fall asleep after the bottle. He stretches and cards a hand through his dad’s hair, clumsy but quiet without sulking for the first time in days. “Thank you, that feels nice,” Spencer whispers.

Jude presses his nose up against Spencer’s jaw, bringing his other hand to double the stroking. “I love you very much, you know,” Spencer says.

“Yeah.”

“And things are going to be okay, I promise.”

“Promise,” he repeats.

“Want another boppy?”

“Maybe I can have soup?”

“Is that what your tummy wants?” Spencer opens the cabinet above the counter before Jude can say yes or no. “What soup do you want? Dad has tomato, chicken, mushroom, parsnip, I have all the best ones. Baby, let’s have soup and sandwiches.”

“Mayo-yaise?”

“Is that what you want? Like, a grilled cheese, or just toast and mayo?” He grins at his little weirdo. “You don’t even want the cheese, do you?”

“No, I don‘ even wan’ the cheese,” Jude grins back.

They make soup together. Spencer sits Jude next to the stove, positioning him between legs so he can’t fall or touch the saucepan. He opens two cans of tomato soup and adds fresh cream from the fridge to reduce the sourness, letting Jude pull basil from the window plant to sprinkle in after he’s brought it to a boil and then cooked it back down to a simmer. He gives it time to cool for at least ten minutes, stirring, and pressing the bread spread with mayonnaise into a sizzling frying pan, Jude mumbling at his side the whole time. Some stuff he understands, and some is jumbled nothing. “I think we can,” he says as Spencer pours the soup into two bowls. He leaves more than enough for you in the pot.

“What do you think we can do?” Spencer asks.

Jude only smiles.

Jude takes a long, long time to eat his soup. Spencer heats it up again once, but Jude doesn’t mind it cold. Spencer finishes his in about five minutes and spends the next thirty waiting for you to come home. Over. Not home.

“Have some more?” Jude asks.

“You want more?” Spencer nearly chokes on his breath.

“You and me.”

“Sure,” Spencer says, standing, “babe,” —he kisses Jude’s head— “you can have,” —he gives another kiss while he's there— “as much as you want.”

“Thanks thank you thanks.”

“More sandwich, too?”

“Can I have–” Jude struggles. “Dad, can we have bread without mayo-yaise?”

“Just bread, not toasted? Still soft?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want.”

Spencer likes that having a baby has made affection easier in every part of his life, he’s kinder to every child he meets because it’s easier now to call them lovely or beautiful or ask where their mom is, probably as a side effect of being loved resolutely. Jude loves Spencer so Spencer loves the world. It’s not exactly new rhetoric.

Jude has managed a second piece of bread sans crust when you slip the door open across the house. Spencer grabs a paper towel to wipe Jude’s face and hands quickly.

“Hello?” you call gently, melodic in your cadence.

Jude sits ramrod straight, batting Spencer’s hands away. “Hello?” he calls back.

“Is that my Jude?” you ask, footsteps drawing nearer, your shoes clipping the wooden slat flooring, and then suddenly there in the kitchen doorway. “Hi, angel. I can’t believe you’re not feeling good, you look just the same as the last time I saw you!” You don’t take your bag off your shoulder, but you let the tote in your hand fall to the floor by the fridge.

“Hi,” he says, like he’s in awe.

Your expression softens further. “Hi.”

Jude slides off of his chair and you go on one knee to reach for him, laughing softly as he digs his face into your neck, throwing his arms around you, too short to close. You hold his back in one arm. The other —Spencer’s heart feels squeezed in your palm— rests in the waves of his hair where they kiss Jude’s nape.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” you confess, your hand turning to a fist on his back. You drag your knuckles up and down.

“I miss you.”

“Sorry, handsome, I didn’t mean to be away that long.”

“I miss you.”

“I missed you too.”

Jude takes a breath somewhere near sobbing and startles both you and Spencer. “I miss you,” he insists.

“Bud, it’s okay.”

Jude takes in another horrible straggly breath that nearly forces Spencer onto his knees.

“Miss you,” Jude says, clinging to you with white-knuckled hands, “miss you, don’t go.”

“Baby, I’m not going.”

“Miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you say, locking eyes with Spencer over his head, your lashes like willow, wide in confusion.

Jude swallows harshly but nods like you’ve said something he can agree too.

You shift Jude against your chest and stand. In your winter peacoat, your scarf and your silky black tights, you aren’t shy about squeezing poor rumpled Jude to your chest, ignoring his frizzed hair and his soup-stained t-shirt, all love as you rub his shuddering back. “Jude, you okay?” you ask quietly.

“You was gone for too long.”

Spencer can hardly hear him.

“I was, huh?”

“Too much.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d miss me this much. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

“You’ll be in the bed with me?”

“Is that what you want me to do?” you ask patiently.

“Yeah.”

“If dad says it’s okay, we’ll sleep in the big bed.”

Jude spins in your arms, imploring Spencer desperately, “Please, daddy? Please?”

Of course you can stay in the big bed. It’s not unusual for you to spend the night, and you stopped suffering the couch a long time ago.

The moment Jude knows you aren’t going home, he starts to act like himself again. He stops the shuddery breath that makes Spencer hot behind the eyes. His mumbling turns to a more curious probing —Why were you gone so long? Did you miss him? Can I come with you nex’ time?

You don’t baulk. When Jude knocks the door while you’re changing and again while you’re freshening up, you don’t mind. You open the door with water running down your arms and chin and sit him on the sink basin while you brush your teeth. Spencer isn’t offended that you’ve taken over, it’s love. Like, his stomach aches with fondness watching you with Jude. You’ve been gentle from the beginning, loved Jude since he was a furious little baby crying himself sick in Spencer’s lap, and now you’re somehow more than that. You answer Jude’s why’s and when’s with the best you have. You pretend you aren’t tired, waiting for the three of you to sardine together in the dimly lit bed before you let out your first yawn.

“Are you tired?” Jude asks you knowingly.

“Not too much. How about you, are you tired?”

“Not too much,” he echoes. Jude turns to Spencer, looking his age again. “Are you tired?”

“I’m the most tired I’ve ever been,” he says.

He doesn’t have his schoolboy heart attacks seeing you in your pajamas anymore, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still find it special and secret when you rub your bare face and settle on your pillow, one eye hidden, the other sluggish. “Maybe we can rest our eyes with dad,” you suggest in a whisper, “he can sleep, and you can give him a cuddle.”

Jude reaches for your hand.

You hum softly. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Slowly, Jude reaches for Spencer with his other hand.

“Me neither,” he says.

They ‘rest their eyes’ until Jude falls asleep, snoring in snuffs by your head. Spencer takes his glasses and folds them up for the nightstand, before curling into him.

Cautious not to disturb Jude, you reach over to hold Spencer’s arm, locking Jude in, and giving Spencer some much needed reassurance. You don’t talk. Your thumb rubs into a ridge, a sore spot, and after a moment it’s sore in a new way.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realise it was you,” he says.

“Realise what?”

“Jude missed you. It was you.”

Your smile is gaussian. Happy and smudged. You pull Spencer closer to you, which in turn brings Jude right up on your chest. Spencer isn’t too cowardly to curve the arm you're holding right up over you in turn. His fingertips flirt with the dip in your spine, but stay.

“You’re not saying all this fuss was about me being away.”

“I’m wondering if it was.”

You don’t respond.

“You know how he gets when he can’t see me for the day,” Spencer says, afraid of waking Jude and of saying something too obviously adoring, “I should’ve guessed he missed you.”

“He doesn’t love me like he loves you, Spencer. Jude loves you like you’re… it’s… I wish you could see him when he’s with you, it’s like you’re the same person…” You smile apologetically. “Sorry, I don’t know how to say it.”

Spencer doesn’t know how to answer. He stares at Jude’s neck. “I know how he loves me, ‘cos it’s how much I love him. I just think after seeing him tonight, it’s obvious what was going on with him.”

“Don’t speak too soon, okay?” you say. “Let’s wait until tomorrow to decide he’s alright again.”

Spencer draws a line down Jude’s nose. What a kid. Exhausting, beautiful Jude.

“I missed you,” he says under his breath, not looking at you. “Don’t think I realised how much, either.”

“I missed you, too,” you say. When you laugh, it’s like your voice has split and feathered into softness he can’t touch. “I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone like I missed you both. I kept thinking about Jude, when he used to do all that gibberish babble between real words and you’d ask him to repeat himself and he’d be too shy to do it. And his eyes, and his curls, I… I really love him. I’m so lucky that you let me.”

I love you, Spencer thinks. From the day we met, and again when you called yourself my friend. Again, when you spent the first week of Jude’s homecoming sleeping on the couch and waking with every cry, soothing tears no matter who they came from, patient and tired, endlessly pretty.

“I didn’t let you,” Spencer says. “You’re ferocious.”

“Ha!” you whisper. “Ferocious. I like it.”

“I like you,” he says. It’s all he’s brave enough to confess.

“I’m a little sweet on you, Spencer Reid,” you say, turning your head up with a yawn. “I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep. We should sleep, I’m tired, too,” he says, sure he’d meant to say I love you, I want you to stay, I want to reach over and hold your neck and stay here for days.

Spencer allows himself the last one. You whisper goodnight, your face tickled by a small head of hair.

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prettydaisygirl · 2 months ago

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can you do a part 2 about the bf james and peter story? maybe james ghosts her and she runs into remus one day, tells him what happened and he goes back and tells james

Just for you, love! This one turned out way longer than I thought it would, haha! Hope you enjoy <3

(ex)boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who finally talk about Peter ✿ 1.7k words

cw: fem reader, break up, Peter is the worst, Remus is the best, angst with a happy ending

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please read part 1 here

You hate breakups.

Not that you’re entirely sure that is what is going on, but you haven’t heard from James in three weeks. That has to mean you’re broken up, right?

The first week, you’d held out hope that James might call you. Even though deep down you knew, when he’d kissed your hair instead of your lips and Peter looked at you with that smirk… It was pointless to wait around, but you’d been hoping for an opportunity to explain yourself. To tell James that it’s Peter who was saying horrible things, not you. You were trying to defend him!

But the call never came.

So your days go by in a blur, aimless routines and rituals that keep your body occupied and alive while your brain and heart ache for him. Things aren’t the same without James’ bright smile and beautiful aura. Your home feels dull without the promise of his shoes by the door next to yours, or a goodnight kiss where neither of you really want to fall asleep. You miss him.

The park is your only escape. The light on your skin and the breeze in your hair makes you feel lighter, even if it’s just for a moment. You let the excited dogs and giggling little kids make you happy. It’s enough to get you out of the house. Enough to keep you going. Enough to make sure your heart doesn’t fully shrivel up and die.

It’s one of those days, the ones where you feel a bit lighter sitting at the park bench and letting your mind go, when you suddenly find that you aren’t alone.

“Hello.” You know that voice. The smooth, honeyed tone you know to belong to James’ friend, Remus.

“Remus,” You greet him with a smile that doesn’t entirely reach your eyes, “How are you?”

“I’m alright, love. But I’m more interested in how you’re doing. You look…” Remus’ words trail off but you can think of a million different ways he could end that sentence: bad, tired, upset, broken, etc.

“I’m… alive.” You decide on, but the words sound empty even to you. Remus eyes you, clearly deep in thought.

“It was Peter, wasn’t it?” He asks the question like he already knows the answer. His words surprise you, head turning and brow raising, especially when he continues. “Peter said something that made you upset.”

You nod, throat tightening as you remember that horrible dinner all those nights ago. Your fingers pick at the wood of the park bench, your shoulders sagging.

“Peter is horrible.” You say, and you don’t care if you sound cruel, “From the moment I met him, I knew he was horrid. I know he’s your friend but you all let him say the most disgusting things about people. About each other!”

“What did he say?” Remus asks, and when you turn with your mouth open ready to argue, ready for Remus to defend his friend, he doesn’t. His face is only open, understanding.

You wring your hands in your lap and purse your lips as you think about what you want to say. Remus sits in patient silence, giving you time without complaint.

“He asked me if I think James is obnoxious.” You start, and Remus’ brows raise just an inch on his forehead. But he doesn’t speak. “He told me that… James would be getting bored of me. That someone new would catch his eye and everything we had would just…” You look around the park, eyes scanning everything without really seeing. You just will yourself not to cry.

“I mean, I guess he was right? James and I haven’t talked in three weeks, he won’t even respond to my texts.”

Remus nods slowly, and your heart sinks a bit more. Maybe Remus agrees with Peter. Maybe he is just here to destroy your last bit of hope and put the final nail in the coffin.

“Peter and James have been friends since before I ever met either of them.” Remus says, finally, his voice cutting through the rest of the peaceful park sounds. “Peter has always been… for lack of a better term, a small man. James is larger than life, and Peter has always been jealous of him, even when we were young.”

“As boys, Peter would scare off anyone who wanted to be friends with James. It was only through Sirius’ stubbornness that he managed to break through them and become a part of the group. And Peter only allowed it if he was there too. I came along a bit later.”

“But even in our group of four, it was obvious that James is Peter’s best friend. He would get… antsy if we ever spent time together without him. It’s gotten better now as we’ve gotten older but it seems as though Peter has shifted his attention.”

“What are you saying?” Your voice cuts through Remus’, eyes wide and your body turned almost fully toward him at this point.

“I’m saying you aren’t the first girlfriend of James’ that Peter has gotten rid of.” Remus runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily, face turning serious. “I should’ve known he was going to do this.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while, a mutual anger bubbling in the air around you both.

“Has he said anything?” You ask finally, your voice weaker than you’d like it to be. “James, I mean.”

“Oh, he’s devastated.” Remus’ voice is thick with emotion and his face morphs into obvious frustration, “The man is so in love with you.”

“Then why-” It’s like Remus can read your mind, he answers before you can even get the words out of your mouth.

“James loves Peter like a brother. Peter has been by James’ side since before the two of them were in diapers. I think… I think James doesn’t want to see what Peter is doing. He wants Peter to be good but…” Remus’ voice trails off again and you find your stomach churning.

“I love James.” You say, and you’ve never said anything truer in your life. “I just want him to be happy.”

“You both deserve to be happy. I’ll talk to him.” Remus says, and he continues to speak before you can open your mouth to argue, “I mean it. Then, if he doesn’t want to be with you, we’ll know. But he does. And you both deserve to be happy together.”

“Thank you, Remus.” You say, and you hate the way hope creeps back into your soul.

But four days pass after your conversation with Remus, and you still don’t hear from James.

It’s been devastating, almost worse this time, like breaking up all over again. You really tried not to get your hopes up when you spoke with Remus, but you can’t help it. All you want is James back.

You’re in an old t-shirt and putting a frozen meal in the oven when there’s a knock at the door. You groan, moving through the living room to the front door and you open it.

Your heart stops when you see James’ face. He looks… dull. Not that bright, bubbly ray of human sunshine he always is.

“Jamie.” His name leaves your lips as a breath of relief and also a cry of pain.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and his voice is just as strained and pained as your own. “Remus told me about what you said. About what Peter said…”

You lean against the front door a bit, letting it hold some of your weight since you don’t trust yourself to stand fully on your own at the moment. You watch James, heart pounding in your chest. You’re sure it’s loud enough that he can hear it too.

“I tried to tell you, but you all just left.” You say, and your eyes burn as the emotions resurface. “And you never called. I just wanted to explain…”

“I know.” James’ eyes squeeze shut and you feel your heart squeeze too. “I know, I’m sorry. I thought Peter was my friend…”

“Friends don’t talk about each other like that.” You step out onto the porch, standing in front of James. You miss being close to him, even just like this.

“No. They don’t.” James agrees, and you find yourself wanting to reach out and touch him. He seems to read your mind, placing a hand on the side of your neck and placing his forehead on yours. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You say, your voice cracking at the end. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I don’t either.” James agrees softly and it’s like you can feel the broken parts of yourself start to let him put you back together.

“What about Peter?” You ask, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You’re worried this is too good to be true.

“I’m done with Peter.” James shakes his head, his curls swinging in front of his forehead as he moves with vigor, “I confronted him about what happened after I talked with Remus. And he admitted everything! He bragged about it, he said he thought he was helping me out because he thinks you aren’t good enough for me.” James rolls his eyes, but you can still see the emotional turmoil he must be going through.

You pull him close, your two bodies fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle, reuniting after weeks apart.

“I’m sorry.” You say. “I know you love him.”

“I love you.” James says, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sorry I believed Peter.”

“I’m sorry he wasn’t a good friend to you, Jamie.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his neck. His scent is comforting, soothing the ache of weeks without him. You squeeze him a bit tighter.

And this time, you’re not letting go.

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formulakracing · 1 year ago

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sunbathing - t.w.

pairing: reader x dbf!toto wolff

word count: 1.3k

warnings: age gap, highly inappropriate flirting and banter, fingering (f! receiving), alcohol use, some light smut for this fine sunday evening, fyi, the reader is in her early/mid 20s in this!,

a/n: the premise of this one came to me as a request! i just want to clarify that this is a slight au, as toto is not a married man in this! i hope y’all enjoy! <3 (also that gif?? omf. i need him.)

bundles of light cast a shine on the waves, the surrounding air tinged with the salty scent of the sea. the only color in your field of vision is blue, the hues ranging from a vivid cerulean to a rich sapphire. above, seagulls glide, dotting the skyline with tiny white specks.

you bask in the warmth of the sun, your heated skin glowing from your tanning oil. situated on the sun deck, you were in the perfect spot to catch some rays, reapplying tanning oil routinely throughout the afternoon.

"everything going okay up there honey?"

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the voice was none other than your father's.

your father happened to be peter bonnington, one of the top engineers for the mercedes-amg petronas formula one team. he just so happened to be close to lewis hamilton, eight time world champion.

yet, to your disappointment, lewis was not present today. so much for shooting your shot with the devilishly handsome driver.

when you were offered the chance to spend the day on toto wolff's yacht with your family, how could you have refused?

who else gets to spend the afternoon sunbathing on desk of a yacht as it floats along the mediterranean sea?

springing to your feet, you lean over the rail, picking out your father as he mingles with the group, "i may come down and get some water soon!"

"sounds good love!" your father responds, a wide grin plastered across his face. stifling a giggle, you notice the crimson hue tinging his cheeks, flourishing into his neck.

oh god, he was drunk.

well, you all were. at least, those old enough to drink.

for the start of the summer break in the season, mr. wolff had suggested the mercedes families gather together for a day of relaxation and celebration. to your disappointment, there were not a lot of suitors present.

of course, there were quite a few children, some teenagers.

you had met with a few girls around your age, but they were still significantly younger, approximately three or fours your junior. so, to escape from the small talk and chitchat, you had waltzed up to the sun deck, settling in one of the chairs.

luckily, you had brought a book with you, so it kept you somewhat busy.

and to your satisfaction, no one bothered you. no one at all.

an afternoon alone on the deck of a yacht, where no one would bother you but to bring you a few drinks and some snacks?

it was perfect. absolutely perfect.

you couldn't have envisioned a more perfect afternoon.

a flurry of voices catches your attention, but you ignore them. it almost sounded as if there was playful argument. of course, recognized your father's voice, as it was the loudest.

your mom was one patient woman, that was for sure.

with the sun beating down, and the buzz of the alcohol, you couldn't help but feel your lashes flutter, drowsiness beginning to take ahold.

"ms. bonnington," a voice startles you, thick with a heavy accent, "i figured i would run some water up for you."

sitting up in your chair, you clutch your chest as you make out who is standing beside you, one bottle of water in each hand.

it was none other than toto wolff.

with his significant stature and broad shoulders, he nearly towers over you, donned in a thin linen button up and khaki shorts.

with his fluffy brunette hair, and sharp, chiseled features framed by thick lashes, there was no denying that the team principal was devastatingly handsome. toned muscles rippled underneath his button-up, the wind catching the fabric every so often, exposing a trail hair leading up to his navel.

sure, you may have had a teenage crush on one of your father's best friends and coworkers, but surely you outgrew that long ago.

surely.

you felt your heart skip a beat as he eyed you, prompting you to respond.

"oh my god," you nearly stumble over your words, "i am so sorry if i didn't hear you the first time, mr. wolff. i was falling asleep and i-"

"no need for those formalities around here," a soft chuckle rumbles in his throat, "you can call me toto, you know."

"i-i'm sorry," you mumble, accepting the water bottles from his hands, "i've probably been in the sun a little too long. i'm a little scatterbrained right now."

"have you been having fun, at least?" to your surprise, the team principal sits in a chair beside you, "i apologize if you haven't been able to meet some people your age. i thought there would be more girls for you to get along with."

"i've been fine," you shrug, "i'm a big girl, i know how to occupy myself."

as you lay back down in the chair, toto can't help but drink in the sight of you.

fuck, were you absolutely gorgeous.

he relished the way your hair was pulled into a tight bun, emphasizing the bridge of your nose and the fullness of your lashes. your skin glistens under the sun, toto swallowing thickly as his mind wanders.

it was so wrong to look at you this way. absolutely sinful.

yet, he couldn't. he couldn't look away.

"everything okay, toto?" oh god, the way his name sounded so sweet from those plush lips.

"i'm fine," he waves a hand, "i'm just admiring the view. that's all."

you arch a brow, pursing your lips, "the mountains or my ass?"

ever so slightly, you wiggle your wips, cheeks jiggling in response.

"you want me to be honest or do you want me to lie?"

"hmmm," you hum, "i prefer honesty, mr. wolff."

mr. wolff.

in his shorts, he felt his cock throb. instinctively, he shifts in the seat, praying that you wouldn't notice.

however, it's hard to miss.

especially in those khaki shorts.

"see something you like?" you bat your lashes, the corners of your lips curling into a devious grin.

"yes," he leans over, face merely centimeters from yours, "you."

"not like you can do anything about it," you counter, the tough exterior crumbling as you feel a hand gliding along the back of your thigh, squeezing the curve of your ass.

perhaps you did not outgrow that teenage crush all those years ago.

"i can," he smirks ever so slightly, "no one can see up here. if i would have known you were wearing this little number, i would have ran up with that water hours ago."

"what if someone comes up here?"

"they won't," he shakes his head, "they're all eating right now."

"you don't think my father will come looking for me?"

"do you know how intoxicated your father is right now? he wouldn't even make it up the stairs," fingers hook the strap of your bikini bottoms, snapping it against your skin, "so, schatzi, what shall we do?"

"what's on your mind?"

toto cocks his head, the fingers delving between your thighs. nimbly, they lightly trace along your folds, teasing, "oh, if we were completely alone, it would be a far different story. however, i have limited time, and there's a large gathering down below."

"oh fuck," you clamp down on your tongue as a finger circles your clit, juices beginning to trickle down your soft skin.

"you like that?" toto coos, applying more pressure, "you like how wet i make you? you're a good girl, letting me touch you like this."

"toto!" a voice calls from below, "we need your assistance with the radio!"

"jesus fucking christ," the team principal rolls his eyes.

rising to his feet, fingers grasp you chin, tilting your head upwards.

"you should accompany your father to a grand prix sometime. i would love to see your beautiful face one day in the paddock."

"maybe i will," you murmur, flashing toto with a radiant grin, "would you fuck me in the paddock too?"

"oh schatzi, i would do more than fuck you in the paddock. i would make that little pussy of yours weep."

and just like that, you watch as the team principal strolls over to the stairs, shooting you one final wink before disappearing.

biting your lip, you reach for the water, twisting it open.

perhaps you would lean over that rail one more time.

after all, you were starting to get an appetite.

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Studio Overtime

Jihyo x 3 Illustrators

Proofread by @vorrentis, thanks for the ideation from @kise15

Word counts : 12541 words All works are fiction ENJOY !!

9 Am

"Hey, she’s coming!"

"Who? “

"You know who! It’s the boss!"

“Oh shit! Alright everyone, clean up your mess! boss lady is on the way!"

“Quickly! Everything has to be in tip top shape!"

Down at the lobby, a white Mercedes-Benz is stopping in the front door.

As the driver is hurrying up to the door, a woman in white steps down, hand carries a Marni bag, walks up to the door in full confidence.

The security guy then runs fast while opening the door.

"Morning Han.”

“Good Morning Ma’am.“

“Do I look like a Ma’am to you?“

"Oh .. I’m very sorry Ma’am.. I mean Miss Jihyo."

"It’s Boss Jihyo, do I have to repeat myself?"

"No Boss, my apologies Boss ..."

“Good.”

The woman’s name is Park Jihyo.

She’s the big boss, the head of TDG Design Agency.

People are either fear or tremble hearing her name or her aura.

As Jihyo walks up to the elevator, people scatter to the side or walking the other directions either out of respect or just simply avoid confrontations.

DING

The elevator gets to the 9th floor, the sound is like a fire alarm to the staffs.

“Boss here! Act natural!"

"Morning everyone “ Jihyo said with a stern voice.

"Good Morning Boss!" Everyone shouts out in unisons.

"How are the designs I expected to be in today Sana?"

"Oh yes boss right away!" Sana walks up fast to show Jihyo the catalogues on her iPad.

"Whose design is this?"

"Oh yes Boss, it’s Felix! He turned that in yesterday! How you like it boss?"

"It’s a disappointment. I’ll have a word with him very soon.” Jihyo said without looking at the catalogues much.

“Oh…. Right boss … How about these illustrations for the magazine covers?"

"Downgrade .. Uninteresting.. Uninspiring …. In overall, plain terrible. Who did these?" Jihyo keeps talking while swiping the illustrations.

"Theses are from Archie, Peter and Aaron boss .. “

“Tell them to meet me in my office in 20 min sharp “ Jihyo confirms.

"Yes boss. I will set up for you right away! Anything else you want to look at boss?"

"How’s the photoshoot schedule for our clients? We need that cover in two days.“

"Oh right boss, the models are ready in this evening, we will have the shoot done ASAP for you to review! Our photographer BamBam is already setting up and ready to go.“

"Then tell him I will visit the shoot this evening. I want to give him my directions on site.“

"Will do Boss! Any last requests boss ? A coffee ? Refreshments ? Or a massage schedule ? Anything you want for the day Boss!"

"I want a meeting with the team leaders, and the staffs. I don’t like the progress and I want to make changes. This is unacceptable, and there will be no uninspiring designs in my view. I want a meeting before the end of the day tomorrow four pm sharp.“ Jihyo keeps walking to her office while passing through the staffs tables.

"I will set it up for you right away boss!"

"You will do Sana. And one more thing, please stop your clumsy hands from overly swiping the slides. It makes me feel rather dizzy.”

"Oh yes.. my apologies boss. I will definitely improve.”

"And tell Mina to put away those Legos she has on her table. We’re not in a toy shop or Legoland.”

"I will notice her on that boss! Is there anything else you want me to cover?"

“That will be all, I will be in my room. I want the day to be productive as I planned. You can go back to where you are.“

“Thank for your time Boss!" Sana bows down when Jihyo closes the door behind her. She then runs back in full speed to where Mina and the three illustrators are sitting.

"Hey you three! Boss wants to see you in 20 min sharp! You’re in big trouble now, none of your designs are through!"

"Ah fuck! I spent all night for that!"

"Goddamn it dude I missed yesterday Real Madrid vs Arsenal match for that one! What does she want?”

"We’re toasted …”

"I do not know, but from the looks of it you three are in DEEP troubles !!!” Sana explains while clumsily holding onto her iPad.

“Also, Mina-chan! Put those legos away! gosh you’re so messy! Boss doesn’t want to see those !!!”

"Hai…"Mina quietly put away her legos into the boxes.

“And Felix, dude, Boss might have some words with you too …”

"I’m dead..." Felix sighs.

20 min later, in Jihyo’s room…

"I saw your Illustrations.“

"Yes boss” The three answer in unison.

"Why did you give me such designs?”

"Well…. I thought … it will look very suitable for our models boss!"

"And the theme is superhero and it’s trendy Boss. We have lots of knowledge about those topics and…”

“I know it’s superhero. And I know your “expertises”, and you still give me this sort of lackluster works?"

"We apologize for this boss. It’s our faults entirely for submitting lackluster designs.”

"How long have you three been working here?"

“For a year boss, counting from today.”

"And who gave you this job?"

"It’s you boss, you handpicked us from the trainees.”

"And you disappointed me. Isn’t that quite ungrateful?"

"Yes, we’re fully agree. It’s our responsibilities to make more polished designs…”

"And you will do that, today. Before my visit with the photoshoot, I will take another look, at 1pm sharp. And I want it to be delivered 30 min in advance.”

"Yes boss, we will get to it right away.”

"You will do. Now go finish the tasks, I have a call with SM Entertainment.“

"Thank you for your time Boss!" The three speak in unison and walks out the door.

The three illustrators, sweating and panicking, run off to their corners and restart the designs.

"Goddamn it, we have to do our entire night works in four hours, fuck, my hands are gonna cramp so bad.”

"You want a cramp or you wanna out of job you idiot?” Archie disses Peter while opening his Photoshop files.

"Alright boys, take dem protein shakes and hit the works, or you two wanna die sooner than me." Aaron scoffs while drinking his shakes.

4 hours later…

"You three nerds finished the tasks yet?" Sana asks the three while they’re still eyeing on the screens.

"Goddamn it this is impossible!! Can’t do it in four hours.” Aaron blurts out

"You’re dead! Welp, I guess I have to tell HR to find new recruitments then.”

"Come on Sana! Can you tell boss we need more time?” Peter asks in desperation.

"Dude, are you serious ? You can never ask her like that, like ever! You should feel lucky she gave you four hours!”

"We’re seriously toasted” said Archie.

As the three submitting the files to Sana, she runs off to Jihyo’s office with full force, not forgetting to fix her hair and ready her iPad.

"Are these the new designs?" Jihyo squints her eyes a bit.

"Yes boss! the three just submitted this and.”

"And it’s still unfinished.“ Jihyo sighed in stern voice.

"I’m very sorry boss… They … they told me they couldn’t finish in four hours.”

"Very disappointing performances. And it’s already time for me to the photoshoot.“

"Yes boss, should we.. proceed with this?"

"Tell those three to go to the photoshoot with me. I want them to directly see how our models will look like with the clothings. This is distasteful and this will be the last chance I will give them today.”

"I will tell them right away boss. The driver is ready for you downstairs, would you like me to walk you there ? Do you need anything along the way?"

"I can walk myself there thank you. And have my prepped meal plan ready once I get there : wild blend rice, chicken breasts, asparagus & tomato, including detox juice : cabbage, beet & ginger. I don’t want to eat during the photoshoot, it’s unprofessional.”

"I already ordered for you boss, the meal will be ready once you get there.“

“That’s all Sana. Now off you go.”

"Thank you for your time boss!" Sana bows again.

As Jihyo walks out the door to the elevator, the staffs greet her with full bows.

Sana then once again runs to the three illustrators, slapping their shoulders.

"You three! Up! Up! Boss wants you to go with her to the photoshoot!"

"What ….”

"Why do we have to go dude ….” Peter yawns.

"Boss wants you to see the shoots for yourselves so you can DO A BETTER JOB! She was not happy with your new stuffs !!!”

"I think I’m dying man …" Aaron speaks in disbelief.

"Hurry !!!! Don’t let her arrive there before you nerds !!!” Sana pushes them.

"Alright alright we go! Jeez…” The three stand up from the chairs and run to the elevators like their lives depend on it.

30 Min later, at the photoshoot…

"Shit, we’re late …”

"Boss will kill our asses man …”

"But where is she?"

"You doofus are lucky, Boss is taking her lunch in her private room. Ya gonna thank me later for this, now hurry and be ready, the models are coming soon too!" BamBam tells the three while preparing his studio lights & cameras.

As Jihyo finishes her lunch, the photoshoot crew bows to her once she walks to the chair, still sipping on her detox juice.

"Aaron, Peter, Archie”

"Yes boss!” The three speaks in unison again.

"I want you to observe our models today. See how they look, how they dress, how their beauties are on camera. The illustrations have to give them that sense of power while complimenting their visuals, and your designs are under expectations. Today I will give you a final chance to redo the design for the third time. And by tomorrow, after the staff meeting I want it to be submitted to me at 5pm, and it will be final, do you understand the task at hand?"

"Yes boss !!!”

As Jihyo finishes her commands, the door open as four models walk into the shoot.

"Annyeonghaseyo! Be My Aes! We’re Aespa! Please to working with you all!“ The four models greet them with bright smile while bowing.

"Good evening my beautiful ladies! How are you doing today? Would you want some refreshments? Must’ve been a long ride from SM!” Jihyo greets them with the brightest smile on her face, surprising everyone in the room with the sudden change.

"We are very well! Thank you for driving us here! We’re very grateful! We hope today will be a productive day for all! I’m Karina! This is Winter! Giselle! And NingNing! We hope we won’t be such a burden!" The four girls greet in turns.

"Not at all sweeties! you girls are as pretty as in your MVs and fancams! Now please, We shouldn’t waste any time! Let’s get you all dressed up and we’ll begin the shoot!“ Jihyo keeps on greeting the girls while doing hand signs to order the crew.

"Thank you so much!“ The girls bow again.

As Jihyo signals the crew to help the girls with their outfits and makeups, the three illustrators are still in shocked.

"Hey … did.. did you see that..”

"Dude… what just happened?"

"Dude… it’s like.. she was a completely different person …”

"Yeh… dahell just happened ?? She was so … cheerful and soft.. compared to the monotone voice like normal … it’s like she had two personalities ??”

“Kinda reminds me of that movie I watched .. what was it … ah yeh Devils wear Prada, like Meryl Streep!"

“Geez man… why didn’t she treat us like this while we’re working… everything is always tense there.”

"Aaron, Archie, Peter.” Jihyo speaks with lower tone again.

"Yes boss!"

"I hope you will pay attention to the works today. BamBam, are the girls ready?"

"In one hour boss! Our makeup artists Yeji & Chaeyoung with our stylists Ryujin & Lia will tend to the girls shortly!"

"I want to personally choose the clothings for the girls .Guide me to the dressing room, I want full control over the directions today.”

"Oh okay boss, will do as you say! Yuna! Please show our boss our dressing room please!“

"Good evening boss! Right this way please!" Yuna walks fast towards Jihyo and guide her to the dressing room.

At the dressing room

“.. and I want this magenta dress with this belt right here for Karina, that long jacket for Giselle, the boots for NingNing and the skirt and arm braces here for Winter. And it will be a good to go. Are we clear on this one?"

"Yes boss! We will go with your choices! But we do think this belt & scarf will look…..” Ryujin & Lia take notes while picking the clothings.

“No, that will be final.” Jihyo stern voice scares the two stylists.

"Yes.. yess boss."

"And for the makeups, I want light toner, eyelashes, and bright color lips. I don’t want sharpnesses on their features. Are we clear on this too?"

"Yess boss! We’ll do right away! Is there anything you want to add ? We can have this type of bright eyeliner ..." Yeji & Chaeyoung asks while prepping the makeup kits.

"I said no sharp eyeliner” Jihyo confirms.

"Yes.. yess boss.” The two makeup artists quivers.

“That’s all. I will check in one hour and I want it to be done 10 min in advance. We don’t want to waste time.”

"Yes boss!“ The entire crew in unisons.

"Thank you for choosing the clothings for us personally Miss Jihyo! We’re very grateful!“ The four girls in unisons with the brightest smiles on their beautiful visuals.

“Everything for you my pretty ladies! We’re lucky to have this opportunities with your girls! Now I will let the crew taking the best cares for you girls and I will be right back! Is there anything you need? Food? More refreshments? Snacks? Please lemme know!"

"Oh I think we’re already have everything we need! This will be a productive day for sure! Right girls?" Karina replies with a bubbly tone.

"Yes! I’m excited!" said NingNing while clapping her hands.

"Let’s go!” Winter & Giselle in unisons.

"Alright then! See you ladies in one hour!"

ONE HOUR LATER

The girls finally come out from the dressing room with their outfits, following them are the makeup artists, stylists & boss Jihyo, ready for action.

“Alright everyone! The models are here! get ready! We don’t have all day!“ BamBam speaks out loud to his studio crew.

The photoshoot starts, with Jihyo directly guides the entire crew: from tackling with different poses for the girls, to which lightings will be suitable for different outfits & scenarios, and how many shoots it will take for a certain angles, etc. Everything has to follow her directions to a faults.

"Dang it, she’s controlling everything.“ Said Archie.

"Yeh, there’s almost no room for different directions, or approaches, or anything else besides her ideas” Peter whispers while taking notes.

"Well she’s the boss dude, but this is a bit extreme honestly " Aaron does his best to take notes while looking straight at the shoots.

A few hours later…

"And that’s a wrap! We’re done everyone!" BamBam claps his hands.

"Thank you so much everyone! You worked so hard! Thank you for this opportunities!" Karina speaks out.

"We’re very grateful!“ Giselle, Winter & NingNing in unisons.

"You worked hard today too girls! We’re very happy to have you as models for this brand promotions!“ Jihyo hugs each of the girls and gives them kisses on their cheeks.

"Thank you Miss Jihyo! We can’t thank you enough for this, the way you directed the entire shoots were very inspiring!" Karina adds.

"All the day’s work of being a leader! Now come, I want to treat you girls a dinner, shall we go to my fav restaurant ? The chef’s there is my business partner! We can have anything you girls would like!"

"Oh wowww! yayyy! I think we can’t pass that opportunities!“ Giselle claps her hands.

"So it’s a deal then! How about you girls let my crew helps you out of those outfits and we’re good to go! Sounds good?"

"Absolutely!" Aespa girls in unisons.

As Jihyo gives hand signs for the stylists and makeup artists to help the girls back in the dressing room, she immediately call sup the rest of the studio.

"Yuna, I want you to help the girls down to our private limo once they’re done, tell the driver to be here on time, I don’t want to be late for the dinner “ Jihyo turns her gaze to Yuna.

"Yes boss!" Yuna answers in full bow.

“BamBam, select some of the best shots of today and send it to our archive server, I want you to help Aaron, Archie & Peter with the references for their cover illustrations and I want it tonight.” Jihyo commands BamBam with direct voice.

"Got it boss, ok you three, come here and I’ll show you “ BamBam then signals the three illustrators over his laptop.

"The rest of the crew, I want you to clean up the place so we can prepare for our next shoots in the next few days. I want this place to be in perfect condition without any minor inconveniences.” Jihyo confirms.

"Yes boss!“ The rest bows in unisons.

Jihyo then picks her phone up and calls Sana.

"Sana, I want you to book our table reservations at BTS’s Dining, tell chef Jin we have special guests and we will be there in two hours sharp. Tell him to bring out his special dishes, I want our models to have the best dinner they can ever have.” Jihyo in stern voice again.

"Yes boss, I will book it right away!"

Jihyo then turns into the three illustrators.

"Archie, Aaron, Peter.”

"Yes boss!"

"I will accompany our models for the dinner, and I will pass by tonight to our studio to check up on your progresses, make sure it will be as I described to you. I want my extra time today to be worth it when I see the new results.”

"We’ll do boss!"

As Jihyo leaves the photoshoot with the girls, the three run back to the studio as fast as they can, dive straight into their drawing tablets.

Another few hours later.

"Bruh, I’m tired man” said Archie.

"Man, might need some MALTO drink for this one, I’m thirsty & I need something to make me awake” Peter scoffs.

"Well at least you got some designs down, I’m still struggling dude.” Aaron yawns.

Suddenly…

"Aaron, Archie, Peter.”

The three startles.

"Boss… We thought … you’ll be back in a hour."

"The girls needed to go home earlier so I let them go. So I want to see the designs progresses that you have, impress me” Jihyo stares at them in cold.

"Yes boss. Right away”

As Jihyo looking at the designs, she sighs, the biggest one for the day, making the three nervous.

"What are these?"

"Our .. our designs boss .. These are your thumbnails, rough sketches and preliminary compositions.”

"Are these your progresses?"

"Yes boss..”

"I can’t believe it”

"Yes boss?"

"This.. is unacceptable. I asked you to give me something inspiring and powerful, and you gave me uninspiring, daunting and below expectations. Today I already gave you three many chances to prove yourselves to me and the results are still not meeting. This is delaying our progresses and will affect the sales, the shooting days and the upcoming prints. The more I look at these the more uneasy I feel, and I don’t want that after today, I want better, and better means following my instructions. I think this isn’t working and I will have to release you of your positions”

"You mean… we’re getting fired boss ??”

"But… I mean, we can still have time …”

"Yeh boss.. this job is very important to us …”

"The tasks I gave you, I was being lenient for three chances today, and all you submitted me were either subpar, uninteresting and lack of visions. I don’t accept this quality under my directions, it’s unprofessional and theses will affect the studio’s image a lot if we submit this sort of works. The idea is to “empowering"The ladies in their photoshoots, it’s very simple and straightforward but you three couldn’t give me anything worth my time. I can’t …”

While Jihyo is still criticizing and giving out harsh reviews, somethings are boiling inside the minds of the three.

Frustrations, angers, pent up emotions, tiredness, all of the most negative aspects of human’s feelings are condensed inside their minds, making them crunching their fists .

“SLAM!!" A large sound coming from the desk

“ ENOUGH OF THIS!" Aaron yells

“Excuse me?" Jihyo surprises with the act

"You said it’s unacceptable !??? how about all the crunch times we had to do for you ??? Don’t you think it’s inhumane and abusive to do that?" Aaron keeps on yelling in frustrations

"YEH! We worked hard! We listened! But you and your directions are just impossible to be pleased!" Archie continues

"And we barely had any time to take a pauses for food and such! THIS is unacceptable!" Peter yells out too

Jihyo, taken aback from the three. She’s surprised with the reactions, with their angers & frustrations. This is the first time ever since she took over the director board that someone actually having opinions for her, let alone yelling back.

In a quick moment, she felt offended, but, hearing their thoughts out loud, she finds it… somewhat interesting, and, for unexplainable reason, quite hot.

"They’re raising their voices at me, oh, they actually vent out their frustrations at me. Supposedly I would feel very offended, but, why do I .. find this interesting, is it because no one ever yelled at me this loud before ? Or it’s something different ? What should I do now ? Should I say something so they will keep doing this ? Very interesting and out of the blue “ Jihyo keeps thinking in her head while keep her cool, eyes gazing left & right towards the three .

"My feedbacks are professionals and on point, you should feel lucky I gave you those chances and feel fortunate I’m still letting you work until now. I’m the valid one here so …” Jihyo somewhat provokes them

“So you can keep fuckin abusing us ??? Making us your fuckin corporate slaves & zombies ?? “ Peter looses his senses, snaps back at Jihyo

"We’re decent employees! Heck, we’re the best ones out of those lab rats that you employed here! We worked our fuckin asses off since we came here and we had barely anything in returns from this stupid studio!" Archie, face reddened, snaps back too

"Fuck this shit, you’re one terrible boss! Fuckin abusive and dictators, I should’ve had better opportunities rather than this shit hole of a studio! Fuck I’m so frustrated I can’t even think through now !!!" Aaron scratches his hair in anger.

"Now this is quite an exciting event, seeing the employees are actually snapping back at me, seeing them in this states surely is a very rare occasion in my career so far. And look at them, angers and frustrations are controlling them, I find it … kinda intriguing and, what do they normally say in those movies ? Kinda hot ? Maybe I should let them continue what they will say to me.“ Jihyo keeping her thoughts while the three are venting out at her.

“This is unprofessional and immature behaviors, adults and decent employees under my supervisions do not act like this in front of their bosses. I demand you to leave the studio at once before I ..."

"Before you what ??? Can you just shut the hell up ?? “ Peter yells back

“ JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Archie also yells

"CAN YOU JUST STOP TALKING WITH THAT TONE!" Aaron joins in

In all of sudden, Peter, in all his might, taking his palm and cover Jihyo’s sexy lips, pinching her cheeks a bit, while pushing her to the walls behind, pinning her arms on top of her head.

Aaron and Archie join in, with Aaron holds onto her sexy thighs while Archie helps Peter to hold her arms up

"You’re a horrible boss, and you talk a lot do you know that!“ Peter talks in anger, his eyes are open wide wile palm is still holding onto Jihyo’s cheeks and lips.

"Screw that tone of yours! It’s fuckin annoying!" Aaron adds

"And screw all those fashion clothings of yours, and your attitudes! Fuck, we’re gonna teach you a lesson for being a narcissist! Right guys?" Archie asks the other two

"YEP! It’s time for you to learn how to treat people with decency!" Peter replies

"Time to take OUR directions boss!" Aaron confirms

And there it goes, the three of them commit the sinful act to their boss right at their working places, without a care of being caught, or getting into deep trouble.

Their hands are moving up & down her body, with Peter tries to kiss Jihyo’s lips while his right hand moving down to her right breast, his left hand is still pinning Jihyo’s arm up top.

Archie does the same, his right hand is still pinning Jihyo’s arm while his left hand touching her left breast, his lips are running over the left side of her neck and shoulder.

Aaron, his face is diving into the exposed part of her abs while both his hands are moving alongside her hips and thighs, down to her legs.

"Wow, this is… unimaginable. These three are not afraid of me anymore. My voice are technically have no use on them now. And oh, they are touching my body with their rough hands, no one ever done this to me, even my exes, without my permissions. They’re just acting on their free wills now. My body is fighting back but my mind isn’t ? Is this what they called submissive ? Or is it something else entirely new to my rather monotone life that I never knew I needed ? And they don’t seem to stop anytime soon ? Should I .. just let them do what they want with me ? This is beyond what I can imagine, I … actually want to see more of them.”

Jihyo is still collecting her thoughts while her sexy body being violated by the three.

“Let’s get these big ones out of those tight fabric boss!“

Peter then yanks the buttons out of her top, revealing her endowed tits barely fit in her white bra, with the three are fascinated with an "OOOOH” .

"Damn boss, your tits are big!!”

“They’re bouncy in that bra boss! Let’s get rid of it too!“ said Archie while using his fingers to pluck her the middle clip in front of her bra, freeing her nipples

"Fuckk those nipples are tasty! I wanna dive in!"

The three then shift their focuses into her tasty tits.

They grab her mounds and use their tongues to circle around her nipples, while not forgetting to squeeze it along the way.

Jihyo’s breasts are being eaten out by the three, her perfume and body scent are turning them into wild animals, with them changing their movements left & right on her breasts.

Her breathings are a bit faster, sometimes accompanying with small moans, but she remains her calm composures throughout everything.

"My breasts are being utilized harshly with their mouths and tongues, amazing, they’re very aggravated with my features, and they don’t miss a spot. The way they do it are very different from any guys before with me, more passionate? No, I think the word would be fiery” Jihyo’s thoughts are still running while remaining her calm demeanor.

As the three are enjoying her breasts, they then drag her all the way back to her office with full excitements, then lock the door shut, with little to no sign of resist from Jihyo.

"Boss, your body is fucking hot, we can’t hold ourselves anymore!"

"Yeah, man you’re always making us super hard every time you wear those tight clothings you know that?"

“Let’s do it boys, let’s give her a real night to remember what we’re REALLY capable of for her!"

"What are you gonna do to me?" Jihyo still remains calm

"Ohhhh, now you’re talking! Well, I guess you’ll find out soon enough boss!"

The three then pull Jihyo in the middle of her room, with her kneeling down while they form a circle around her.

In quick succession, they remove their belt buckles, pull down their khaki pants and undies, revealing their hardened dicks pointing at Jihyo’s face, her eyes are slightly opened with a slight surprise.

"Those are quite big” Jihyo silently amazes by their sizes.

“Come one boss! take our dicks! I know you like it! Your expressions said it all!"

Without further due, the three put their large rods into Jihyo’s mouth in turns, with her alternating between each of them. Jihyo isn’t unfamiliar with blowjobs, she goes slow at first sucking their tips wholly then goes down to their bases, working her lips and tongues through the lengths of their dicks.

All her experiences from her previous sex experiences are going on to this, but this time with three of them instead of one.

Her head is going left to right, sucking each of them in repeated turns, leaving no one behind, with their moans are being heard as a confirmation for her “great works”.

“faster boss! Like how you always rush our deadlines !!!”

"Yehhhh! Harder better faster stronger !!! Right boys ??”

"Bingo !!! Now really out some works our dicks boss!"

“They are really desperate and full of engagements. That’s quite exciting and thrilling. Let’s see how far I can go with them.” Jihyo is collecting more thoughts while sucking their dicks in faster paces, bobbing her head in and out non-stop.

Growing impatient, the three then proceed to face fuck their boss, holding their hands over the back of her head and forcefully pump their dicks into her throat, on the verge of gagging her.

Each turns of them start to ruin Jihyo’s hair and part of her lipstick, they themselves are moving their hips in and out harder and harder, letting Jihyo barely has any room for breaks.

Being face fucked repeatedly and deep throating wasn’t what Jihyo expect, but the “enthusiasm” of the three making her internally impressed, as Jihyo’s pretty mouth are being used for their pleasures for 10 min straight.

Her eyes are still focuses on their dicks, her mouth and pretty lips are leaking with some drools & precum, while her body are tensing up for what’s come next.

“Gosh that was fuckin dope, you give us some fuckin great blowjobs Boss! Bet ya did this with many before right?"

"I .. Had some private moments” Jihyo finally be able tp speak out while panting a bit.

"And you’re still sucking us good too! Fuck, your stamina is something boss!"

"Now let’s go to the next tasks!" Aaron then pulls Jihyo standing up from her position, quickly guide her to the sofa next to where they stand.

Putting Jihyo into an all four position, letting her hold her top of the sofa while her entire body is on the seat, butt pointing towards the guys.

Peter doesn’t hesitate to slap onto her curvy butt, make them ripple as much as he can and as loud as he wanted to.

The other two are following suit, they’re kneading her round and curvy butt while spanking their boss with full anticipation.

"Damn thos ripples!"

"Yesss… fuck I always wanted to see this!"

"They’re moving on to my bottom. The way they slap their hands are forceful and intense. I’m surprised they haven’t go even further yet, or maybe it’s about time already. I think I’m also growing a bit impatient too to finally see how will they handle me” Jihyo, palms are still holding onto the sofa, keeping her composure and calm demeanor through the impacts.

Grabbing the helm of her pants, Archie pulls down hard, revealing her tan skin butt, with a white undies, which doesn’t stay on for long as he’s also yank it down to her hamstrings, showing off her pussy lips and a glimpse of her anus.

"FUCKKK! Those pussy lips !!!”

"And that tiny hole! Fuckkk boss! You’re deliciously amazing!"

“Argghhh I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna go first!"

And the main event starts now

Archie yanks away his pants and undies, in quick movements he uses his fingers to touch around Jihyo’s soft and slightly wet pussy lip.

His fingers dive in a bit further to feel the wetness of her tight lips, fingering her for an amount of time, with Jihyo’s breathing can be heard more soundly with his motions.

As Archie finally gives into his urge, he lines up his dick towards her pussy lips, one hand grab onto the left side of her butt cheeks, the other guiding his shaft, penetrating Jihyo through & through.

As he slowly and finally reaches the deepest part of her, Jihyo’s soft moans can be heard.

“Oh. Ah”

With that, Archie is pounding his boss, slowly raising up his speed and intensity, fucking her in his fav doggy position.

His poundings are forceful enough for him to enjoy every bit of his dick into her warm and tight walls, smacking his lower body into hers, forming ripples in each poundings.

The hotness and wetness of her walls “encourage" him to slam her straight into the sofa, with him breathing and panting just like he’s running on a treadmill or in marathon race, sweats are running onto his faces and body muscles.

"Fuckk !!! So deep and tight boss! Fuckk !!! I could fuck you like this every day if I can !!! I’m gonna pound you till you sore boss !!!”

"This one, he’s doing good on his part, and one of my fav position in intercourse too. I can feel his harsh penetrations inside my vagina, so is his passion ? Not bad for someone I previously considered quite lacking.”

Jihyo “reviews” his actions internally, her face is nearly planted into the sofa’s top, tits are squishing straight into it, while Archie is still pounding her, on a verge of actually mounting her and fuck her deeply.

"Hey! It’s my turn now!"

Archie is hesitating to pull out of Jihyo’s hot walls, but does so as Peter is quickly approaching Jihyo, turning her back onto the sofa’s seat.

"You look like you enjoyed it boss! How about I get rid of these things so I can fuck you better! You’re gonna like it!"

Peter then pulls away the remaining of her lower clothings, from her pants to her undies, and in one smooth movement, she’s already naked down below, with only her top & bra are still intact, with Jihyo is having another surprise from her employee.

Spreading her legs to both side, Peter proceeds to line his large shaft into her walls, but unlike Archie, he wants to go fast from the get go, fucking Jihyo down to the sofa’s seat, eyes are looking straight into hers.

Her tits are jiggling and bouncing up and down to his actions, her legs are being spreaded as wide as possible thanks to her flexibility, and some of his sweats are dropping onto her.

His breathings and moans are heavy and loud, wanting to ut up all his strength just to fuck his boss to his likings.

"Fuckk !!! no way I’m gonna stop here! I’m gonna pound and fuck you till your walls are red boss !!!”

"Pretty compelling, his demeanors are different from Archie. More rousing and thrilling, and with his position I can feel his entire body forcing into myself. Nice Job Peter.“ Jihyo continues her “internal review” while looking straight into Peter, letting him fuck her with powerful strokes, bending her legs up towards the ceilings and nearly close to her upper body, ramming her wet walls with his fully erected dick.

"Yo! You had your chance! Finally it’s mine! Step aside dude!"

Peter groans in disappointment for the sudden stop, as Aaron has to pull him out from Jihyo’s bending body.

Not letting any time wasted, he‘s guiding her sitting on top of him, with his back lying onto to sofa, letting Jihyo mounts onto his pointy dick, aiming straight into her pussy walls, spreading it out with full ferocity.

At first, he let Jihyo bounces up & down onto him, enjoying the view of his boss riding with great paces, but his lustful mind doesn’t let him being so passive, as he thrusts up into her in deep like a rocket.

His hands are grabbing onto her tits as placeholders, thrusting and smashing her lower area in full magnitude, as the sofa starts to shake along.

"SHIETTTT! You’re fucking hot like this boss !!! Your tits are fucking juicy !!! And fuck how can you still be this wet & tight !!! Oh fuckkk !!!!”

‘So he chose the passive-aggressive position, fascinating and quite a good performance so far. All three of them are giving me different results, and I’m actually approving to each of their “iterations”. Maybe this way I can “evaluate” them more by letting them go even further.’ Jihyo ”internal reviews” doesn’t seem to stop while being fucked to the brim by Aaron.

The sounds of his lower body onto her are louder, his body keep smacking onto her, his velocity are going strong like an engine, fucking Jihyo’s pussy in ways he always wanted to with her.

The sexual acts continue for the net minutes, with Jihyo, while being fucked in many positions from the guys : reverse cowgirl, sideways fuck, wall fuck, etc. m still remains her calmness and her “internal reviews” with the guys, while the three are having their ways with her pussy, exhausting her using her as a mean for their desperation and hunger for sex.

A while later, while the three are taking their breaks, Jihyo, now with a quite sore pussy, her messy, sweaty and quite ruined makeup face are down to the carpet floor, her ell endowed butt, now with some red handprints, are pointing straight up in the ceilings, slowly panting and breathing from slight exhaustions.

Her pussy lips are still opening in and out, reddened from the impacts, are a sight to see for the guys.

“Fuck man, whew, she’s … so hot dude, I can just go … with her all fucking night, or week if I’m allowed to!" Peter comments while sipping water

"Yeh dude, fuck that pussy, those tiddies and butt are global treasures for sure, how dahell she maintains all that … fuck… I just want to fuck her more!" Archie continues

"Actually.. I have a way.. wanna have more fun with her hehe. Come on I’ll show you!" Aaron is looking straight at Jihyo’s butt while finishing his water.

The three then approach Jihyo’s in her quite tired and messy state. Aaron, letting his lust takes control once again, spanking her a bit. He then uses his finger to run over her curvy cheeks, then towards her wet & sore pussy, teasing her again. Finally, his fingers then stop over her puckered small anus, slightly tap on it.

“Ever had it in here boss? This looks tight as fuck.”

"You mean.. my rosebud ? No.. I never tried “ Jihyo replies through her breathing, still remains calm.

"Well then, first time for everything right Boss ? Let’s introduce you to something new! But first, it’s getting hot! Time to finally get rid of those clothes boss!"

The three take off the rest of their garments and throw it everywhere on the carpet, then proceed to pull off the rest of Jihyo’s as well, nearly ripping it out, leaving all four of them naked .

"Shieeettt! Finally! That tan skin body in full naked glory!"

"Yess !!! Fuck I wanna fuck you really hard now Boss!"

The three once again dive into her curvy body.

They grab and grope her all over, their hands are moving up & down along her curves, grabbing and touching whatever they can.

They taste her skin, kissing along her neckline, with their tongues are playing around with her nipples and abs.

They move all around her, letting Jihyo stands there, slightly curving her body like a Greek goddess statue, while they themselves are feasting on her, leaving no place unattended.

Her entire body is shaking with their violations, but nonetheless arouse her the more they touch and eat her out whole.

Having enough playtime, the three then put Jihyo down to the carpet, in all four, with her butt cheeks are pointing slightly higher.

Aaron quickly gets behind her, once again using his fingers to tease her anus.

His fingers are running on the surface of her ass, poking at the entrance, with some of his finger digits are penetrating her a bit, making Jihyo gasps with the motions.

"Ahh”

"Get ready boss! Time for your first anal fuck!"

Aaron lines the tip of his dick at her anus, doing his best to make it enter her tight hole.

She’s tight, so tight that it makes him has to give it a few more tries, just to finally has his tip passing into the ring of her anus, making Jihyo’s face squints a bit with the sensation.

“FUCK !!! YOU’RE TIGHT BOSS! TIGHT AF! I will have a great time with this !!!”

Aaron takes some deep breathes, slowly driving his shaft digits by digits into her hot and tight hole.

Each bit of his entrance making both of them panting out, but of course, Jihyo still keeps her composure unlike Aaron, who’s moaning and breathing harshly.

With Aaron finally reaches the very end of her hole, he then starts to move his body, slowly in and out just to savor the feeling of anal sex with his boss, his moans are louder with each movement, his sweats are forming again on his body. He goes faster, and faster with her ass, ramming her rougher, skin slapping sounds are heard more & more.

“FUCKK BOSS! FUCKIN TIGHT !!! I JUST WANNA FUCK THIS ANUS ALL NIGHT!"

"Ahh. Wow. Just. I have to say, I’m impressed. I’m impressed that both he & I can endure this at the same time. It’s a new experience for me, it’s tight, very to be exact, a bit hurtful, but I can endure it. I can take what he offers to my rosebud. Now all I need is the rest of them to offer me the same sensation.” Jihyo’s internal thought are still examining the situation while her anus is being rammed to the deepest of her body.

Not letting her mouth empty, the other two get to her front, with Archie then puts his dick into her mouth, while Peter is groping her bouncy tiddies, waiting for his turn.

His patience is short-lived, as he runs back to where Aaron is, tapping hard on his shoulders as a sign for his desperations.

"Yo! My turn having the boss”s ass!"

Aaron has no choice but to pull out from her tight hole.

Once he’s slowly pulling out, her anus forms a nice gape, opening in and out like inviting for more.

With that, the three of them keep on alternating themselves fucking her ass & mouth, spit roasting her, breaking their boss from both ends.

Their poundings are feral, not caring about anything in the world beside Jihyo’s tight holes.

They’re fucking her deep, they’re spanking her body, they’re groping her & letting her taking both dicks in tandems, wanting to ensure their desires for her are bein fulfilled.

‘Their collaborations.. are reaching it’s peak now. For the first time ever I have this sort of penetrations, from three person, alternating my body. They’re making me tasting their phalluses, both inside and outside of me. My body is shaking with it, but it’s quite .. electrifying how they handle my body very well. Should I let them do more ? Or is it the best they can do?’ Jihyo is still thinking to herself through the penetrations. It’s quite an amazing feat that she can still even think straight while having dicks plowing into her like madness.

Another while later, the three of them, body sore & tired from their “rushed tasks” with their boss, leaving Jihyo lying to the carpet, body is heaving up & down, while themselves are sweating and taking more sips of water, like they just finished a first half of a football match.

“Bro… phew.. holy shit… we’ve been fucking her for like more than an hour…holy fuck I never had a good fucking this long …” Peter comments while drinking down his water bottle.

"Yeh dude … shiet… she’s making me having overtime … fuck… I lost count how many times I pounded her …" Aaron adds

“Dude… it’s like, she’s … making me can literally go all night with her… and I ain’t even cum yet wtf…" Archie answers

"Yeh … now that you mentioned … I guess .. we really go until we cum with her now… what do you nerds think?" Aaron asks the other two while finishing his water

"How about … we give it to her.. not just only two each time, but .. three each,” Peter suggests with a huge grin on his face

"Oh hoooo. My bro is giving some nice idea!" Archie excites like a kid receives a new toy .

The three then stand up, walk towards where Jihyo is still lying on her chest in prone position, breathing in and out, body is full of sweats and makeup is finally messy & ruined. They then help her up to her feet, then ask her the biggest desire they want to do with her, one that she cannot deny.

“SO boss, how was t getting fucked by all three of us ? You must love it huh ??”

"Yeh boss! You’re making us pounding you like we never pounded anyone before!“

"But since we haven’t cum yet, how about we finish it with a bang! Sounds good boss ? You always want something “inspiring" And “powerful” right ??”

“I..thought you already had it .. with me back the. What.. will you do to me this time?" Jihyo still assures her attitude and demeanor don’t falter

"We’ll show you boss, our final tasks from us!"

“I guess that’s it. They’re finally show me what they’re been really preparing themselves for, or better yet, a rather surprise element for the night. So be it, impress me for one last time you three.” Jihyo’s thought are being intrigued with their propositions, readying herself for the upcoming event.

The three then help Jihyo’s quite tired & limping body to the large window behind her office desk, where she can normally enjoys the views of the city streets, and the city views from the opposite side of the buildings.

The city is now getting darker with night sky, where its being decorated with night lights from the street and the other building’s night lights. No one knows about what just happened in this room, where three employees just had one of the most sinful and sexual acts with their beautiful, stern but highly attractive boss.

But now, they’re about to witness it live from this window.

The three of them “prepare” Jihyo for the final thing they want to do with her, helping her relax with some more touches and gropings, easing her muscles. It’s about time for them to finally show what they’re capable of with her.

First is Peter, lying himself back flat to the carpet, dick pointing straight-up.

The other two then guide Jihyo, letting her sits down to his dick, penetrating her pussy straight up, letting her bounce onto him for a few moments.

Archie then gets behind her, pushing her body slightly towards Peter down below, with him rounding him muscular arms around her.

Archie then line his dick towards her tight anus, penetrating it with the best of his abilities, slowly pushing his shaft into her, with Jihyo’s body suddenly tense up once both dicks are finally penetrating her deep.

Her eyes open up a bit wider than usual, her mouth gasps a bit harder, different from her usual monotonic tone.

And finally, Aaron, in front of her face, drives his hardened dick to her sexy mouth, filling her whole.

And that’s it, the most sinful and act of the night, three employees are filling their boss fully with their dicks in all her holes, something one can only thing a pornstar or JAV actress can pull it off, but here we are.

The three then start their movements, they’re doing their bests to match each other rhythms like dance recitals.

But things aren’t as easy as they think, as they are quite struggling to keep their positions right in the moment.

It takes them a few more tries to actually get their balances together, slowly accommodate to each other while keeping themselves inside Jihyo’s tense body, just like a rehearsal for team building.

Jihyo’s body is being stuffed in all ends.

Her warm holes are constricting to their penetrations, wrapping hard and tight onto their dicks, making the frictions inside her even more amazing and astonishing to no end.

Never in her mind that Jihyo could think one day she can have sex with three men at the same time, let alone the three employees whom gave her underperformed results before, but right now, all things change in ways she couldn’t fathom.

Their moans are louder, their bodies are pounding harder and rougher into her as a confirmation for their “teamwork” resulted in fruitful accomplishments: fucking their boss in airtight, giving her the greatest pleasure for the night.

“FUCKKK !!! Yesss! Fuck this is fuckin awesome !!!” Peter moans loud.

“Fuck yeh !!! Cant’ imagine we can fuck you like this boss! Fuck your hole are grabbing me hard !!!" Archie adds to the loudness.

"SHIT !!! Fuck I wanna do this more boys !!! Fuck her crazy !!! Let’s do whatever the fuck we can think of with her! Right boss ??? " Aaron screams out in full excitement with the three continue their sexual act with Jihyo, release all their desires onto her.

Meanwhile, across the window to the apartment next to their buildings.

"Hey, did you see what I’m seeing ? Are those people … over there … HAVING SEX ???? WHAT THE HELL ??" A tenant and her friends accidentally spots Jihyo and the guys.

"OMG, honey close the door! Don’t let the kids see this! Jesus these people they don’t have any manners at all, how can they do this ??? I might call the police on them!" Another tenant is rushing his wife to close the window.

"What the fuck !!! Those people are fucking ???? Damnnn man I wish my windows are closer to them !!! My shitty phone can’t record that far !!!" Another tenant does his best to zoom in on his blurry phone camera.

"These youngsters know nothing about politeness !!! Kids these days !!!!" Another tenant angrily closes their windows.

Back at Jihyo’s office

The three guys are still going on with their thing, fucking Jihyo’s body as wild as ever.

They’re switching positions to make it more amusing and enjoyable, making sure each of them has their turns in each of her holes.

From taking her in reverse airtight position on her sofa, with this time Peter is in her mouth, Archie in her pussy then Aaron in her ass, pounding their boss to the peak of their pleasures.

The position, combine with the efforts from the three, pummeling Jihyo’s holes in full force, nearly ruin the sofa below them .

Spooning airtight is another “option” that they do with Jihyo on her desk, with the guys once again switching their turns in her entrances.

At this point, they just think of anything they can do with her, as they lost count how many positions they already tried with their boss.

They just go with the sex flow no matter what, without caring about being spotted from the other side.

Their momentums, their raw strengths and lusty minds are guiding their bodies like warriors into battle, feeling no sense of fear and full of sexual arousal.

Somehow at this point, in her fully fucked state, Jihyo can still think about their actions internally, truly amazing what this boss-woman can do in this “tight” situation.

‘I can’t believe, in all my life I can experience this type of sexual endeavors. I’ve never had any sexual intercourse this creative, entertaining, highly pleasuring like this. They’re giving my body any position possible, and their cooperations exceeded all my expectations from them. Very excellent job you three, you amazed your boss for a permanent position.’

“FUCKK .. I CAN’T.. I CAN’T HOLD IT ANYMORE !!!”

“UGHHH.. ME TOO.. FUCKK GONNA … GONNA CUM REAL SOON!"

"COME ONE BOYS… LET’S CUM ONTO OUR BOSS! I WANNA SEE HER FULL OF CUM ALL OVER!"

“EYHHHHH !!! LET’S FUCKIN GO!"

The three of them then pull out from Jihyo’s fully stuffed body.

They let her kneeling down to the middle of her carpet, body is still sore and quite shivered from the harsh impacts.

Jihyo’s makeup is incredibly messy now, so is her beautiful dark hair.

Her tanned skin and curvy body are reddened in different areas, sweats are running onto her curves.

She’s finally feeling the tiredness of her body, her limbs can’t barely move much, just waiting for the final conclusion, as the guys are using their hands, stroking hard onto their dicks, wanting to cum anytime soon.

It all comes down to this, as the guys shoot their cums all over her features: Peter cum straight onto her face, his cum flies directly to her nose, forehead and some of her hair, while Aaron cum all over her cheeks, spurts of his cum cover her entirely along with Peter.

And finally Archie, aiming his dick towards her big tiddies, blowing his bucket onto her tits, making a huge load onto her top and neck.

They keep on shooting and squeezing out the last of their thick white human liquid, covering Jihyo’s body entirely, turning her into a real mess.

As their arousal subside, the three then fall back to their bottoms, panting and breathing out like they just win over a long distance marathon, body tense, reddened, sweaty and exhausted.

It takes them a long moment to finally form some words.

"Fuckkk….. goddamn it… fuckkk. I’m drained ….”

"Best … fuck… ever….”

“can’t believe.. fuck.. i… fuck.. no .. we fucked boss Jihyo …”

The three then stop for a while to recover themselves, then they start chatting to themselves, not caring about their boss with her cum covered body next to them.

"Well.. I guess that’s it boys…. We’re fired… I guess…. This is the end then…”

"Yep.. I guess I’ll go back … to be a farmer boy with my parents then … sigh… bet they’ll be shafting me for this …”

“… maybe I’ll find a different career bro … this shit sucks.. all those efforts .. wasted…”

"Who said you’re fired?"

The three suddenly wake up from their half dreamy state, turn their heads towards Jihyo, who’s looking straight at them with her cum-stained body.

“ Ex.. excuse -me boss ? Did you .. Did you just said ..."

"I asked you who said you’re fired?" Jihyo speaks with her usual stern voice, but this time, there’s some difference in it

“ Uh.. you… you said it boss …”

“I did. And I also allowed myself to change my mind”

"But … but boss.. I thought you were disappointed with the results…”

“I did too. Until what you did tonight with me. I changed my decision. I want to keep you three for this position on an extended permanent contract instead. How do you feel about that proposition?"

“ REALLY BOSS?"

"I don’t make false promises. What you did tonight with me, was unexpected, but in that surprise elements, I saw some new potentials in you three. The way your collaborations worked out during intercourses with me exceeded my assumptions about you three. You did great job, or better yet, excellent team works. So with that’s being said, will you take this offer and sign this new contract?"

"Of .. of course boss!"

"This .. thi is amazing to hear from you boss!"

"Yess, we will take it! But… I do have a question boss ? Do you mind if I ask?"

"Go ahead. What is your question?"

"Did.. did you … let us … you know… having our ways… and having sex with you unwillingly like that?"

"Not unwillingly. I was caught by surprise yes, but, because no one ever speak back to me with higher tone like that, I found it quite intriguing. And seeing your rather “enthusiastic” behaviors with sex, I allowed myself to see what you can do. You can call it.. internal evaluations. If I felt offended, I already alerted my private security guards to apprehend you three even before you could touch me. but luckily for you three, you did well, and I’m impressed”

"Oh.. ok, wow, that sounds… odd and weird… coming from you boss… but… we… glad you like it!"

"I’m content with your submissions” Jihyo finally forms a slight smile, surprised the guys even more.

"Before you leave, I want to have a discussion with you three”

"Oh… yess boss, what would you want to discuss about?"

“Call it a private meetings, so therefore, I want to heard your feedbacks about my performances during our work days, and also, during intercourses. I want to listen from your opinions”

“Oh .. ok boss, well, here goes. I hope we won’t say something to offend you”

"I’m listening”

“So, we think the deadlines are being overly rushed. Yes, we’re all agree that the covers need to be submitted on time, but there are things that need actual time and many rounds of reviews rather than just quick glimpse. " Aaron shares his opinions

"Our works do take a lot of efforts, and with our skills we can deliver high quality works for you, and we’re confident on that. But we do think the crunch time are quite overwhelming for that amount of work, and therefore I hope you can reconsider about schedules and timings. We want to do good work for you and deliver the best we can, but at the very least give us enough time to actually discuss and improve from your feedbacks, and to voice some of our opinions too, rather than just simple feedbacks and lead us running in circles, that way we can come to a better solution" Archie voices his additional thoughts.

"And, in all honesty I think your leadership is what makes the studio thriving, and we’re grateful with it. But I do hope you can be … somewhat more lenient and ease up the tensions with your presences and your demeanor. It’s not that we want you to be jolly or surprisingly easy-going, we just need a change in working environment and mood, it will help a lot for productivity and team buildings. We feel like our working environment is always in a tense and uneasy mood, so we hope our feedbacks will be helpful.”

Jihyo listens to them carefully, slightly nod her head with each comments.

“Is there anything else you want to add?"

"I.. I think that would be it for this part boss. We.. we want to hear your opinions too!"

“Ok. I listened to your comments, and I find them valid for the situations. My working behaviors are probably quite uptight and rigid, since I’ve been trained for a long time for this position. But you brought up valid thoughts about workplaces and deadlines, which I find rational and reasonable. I will take all these notes to consideration and will make adjustments and improvements for the studio. I hope that my past etiquettes didn’t give you much burdens and weights. I want to express my gratitude for your feedbacks, it was helpful” Jihyo answers with calm voice.

"Thank you for listening to our feedbacks boss!“

"I also want to express my apologies for my rather unclear and ear-piercing feedbacks with your works. You did.. fairly well, all things considered, which is why I want to offer you the permanent position, including bonus raises this time. I hope that will be sufficient for your current financial situations”

"Oh wow! Thank you boss! That would help us a lot!" The three in unisons

“Anything you want to say about our intercourses?" Jihyo suddenly asks with a slight interested voice even with her calm tone

"Oh.. boss.. you … really want to hear that ??”

"I do. And I’m interested to hear everything you can explain to me”

"Would you mind if we.. you know… use some vulgar words while talking… because … it’s just easier to tell from our ends."

"I don’t mind”

"Well.. we love your curvy tits & butt cheeks boss! They’re super delicious! We’ve never seen anyone naked this curvy like you!"

"And holy crap you… really had great experiences with sex boss.. like when we … fucked you back then… you made us feel so so good !!!”

"Yesss! like.. your.. holes are crazy tight! And your stamina were crazy good !!! We literally fucked you in any positions we could think off.. even with … us three together.. but you were able to handle it! We.. honestly never had sex with anyone that can last that long!"

"I do consider myself to be well-trained with physical activities. Pilates and gym did help. And you three were excellent as well, you .. actually made me feel the arousal. Did that come from any sort of physical activities?"

"Calisthenics boss! We do in our spare times! We can .. show you how to do it sometimes … if you’re interested!"

“Calisthenics? I never heard of it before, but, I’m interested. I would love to participate.”

"That’s awesome boss!"

“oh actually.. Boss .. We.. wanna ask you one favor.. “

"I’m listening”

"Would you mind… let us .. take some pics of you… in this state ? Like, you’re looking so hot & sexy & crazy beautiful in this … cum-covered state! We.. want to have something.. for souvenirs … of tonight! Would you.. let us do that .. before we leave?"

Jihyo stays quiet for a bit. The sudden quietness scares the three guys a bit, as they start to think it was one stupid idea that could cost them everything, but suddenly

“I accept the proposals.”

"Woaaaaa! Man you’re the best Boss ever!“

"Before you do that, I have some terms & conditions of my own.”

"Oh yes boss?"

"You will now sign the contract for your positions, and another NDA contract for this endeavor. I want our rather “eventful” occasion to be confidential between me & you three, and the two contracts will assure that to avoid any further complications. From now on, you three and I will occasionally have “private meetings” like this whenever I see fit my schedule, along with any sort of media files you do and will occupy during those “events”. Would you accept to those terms & conditions?"

"Absolutely Boss!"

Jihyo then slowly stands up, her body is still sore from the fucks, walking while limping a bit towards her closet and pulls out some contract papers.

After the three signed all of them and being scanned into private folders in her MacPro, Jihyo once again gets herself to the middle of her carpet and kneels down.

"You can proceed to take photos or medias.“

"YES BOSS!"

The three of them then quickly start to take photos of Jihyo-naked and cum-covered self, in different angles they want to, even ask her to strike some poses to show her curvy tits, butt-cheeks and her freshly opened & gaped holes.

They let her do the most lewd poses they would want to, and Jihyo does it without any complaints or discomforts.

As the three finished what they wanted, they then begin to pick up their clothings, bow to Jihyo in unisons as they close the door, ending their nights together.

"Thank you for everything boss! Are you sure you don’t want us to help you clean everything up?"

"I can handle it myself. Thank you for the offer. That’s all. You can leave, and have a good night” Jihyo forms a small smile while answering them

"Good night Boss! See you tomorrow!"

As the three finally left the studio, Jihyo, slowly gets up, scoops some cum on her face and tits, then begin to clean up herself in her private bathroom, which was built only for her in this entire building.

Once done, Jihyo finally walks out of the studio, all cleaned up like nothing happened. As she closes the doors and turn off all lights, she gives one final thought for the night.

"This.. was fun. And their semen tastes good.” Jihyo forms another smile, then walks down the elevator towards the front door where her driver is waiting for her, disappear to the night.

The next morning

Down at the lobby, the white Mercedes-Benz is stopping in the front door. As the driver is hurrying up to the door, Jihyo walks out of her car, hand still carries her Marni bag, walks up to the door again in full confidence.

The security guy then again runs fast while opening the door.

"Good morning Boss!“

"Good Morning Han. Thank you for opening the door”

"OH.. yes boss! It’s my job of course! Everything for you!"

"You’re doing well. Have a coffee break if you need one. Today is my treat for the employees. Take any refreshments in your favor” Jihyo opens a smile for Han then walks towards the elevator

"Did she just said thanks to me ????? And .. did she just … invite people coffee ???? What the ??? " Han thinks to himself in shock

As Jihyo walks towards the elevator door, a girl was standing there on her phone, not noticing not noticing Jihyo”s approach.

"Oh my.. I’m sorry boss !!! I’m .. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you!“ The girl quickly bows to her

"I don’t take any offense, and that dress looks lovely on you Sullyoon” Jihyo smiles back to the girl

"Oh.. thank you boss! I .. I just got it from yesterday! I’m .. I’m glad you like it!"

As Jihyo enters the elevator, Sullyoon couldn’t believe what just happened

"Did she … JUST LIKE MY DRESS ???? BOSS Jihyo … LIKES MY DRESS ??? I .. I have to tell BAE & Lily!"

On the 9th floor, at TDG Design Agency

"Hey, she’s coming!"

"Who? “

"You already know who! It’s the boss! Who else ??”

“Oh shit! Alright everyone, clean up your mess! boss lady is on the way!"

"Don’t just stand there like idiots !!! Move !!!”

DING

"Good morning Boss !!!” Everyone in unisons

“Good morning everyone. I have an announcement to make” Jihyo speaks with a rather louder tone, different from her usual calm self

"Oh fuck …. Here we go again … hope I won’t get fired..." Some thinks to themselves

“As of today, I want to conduct some changes with our workplaces. Friday will be our weekly coffee treat, starting from this week, but since today is the first day of this week for the changes, I will give an extra treat for everyone. You can take any of your favors during lunch break. I already paid for the cafeteria for the day so please enjoy what you prefer at your own likings.”

Everyone, literally every one was stun by her words, they did not expect this sort of announcement at all, let a lone from boss Jihyo herself

"I will also put in a digital mailbox for myself, so you can give me feedbacks with my performances during the week. The mailboxes will be open for everyone, and you can leave any feedbacks you would prefer to, anonymous or with identities are all according to your choices. I will take my time to read through every of your valuable opinions to improve my own performances as your leader, so don’t feel hesitate to give your honest ones. If anyone still has any questions please leave a note to Sana or Mina, so they can transfer the information to me. I’m open for more discussions in-person so that we can all refine and enhance our working environments.”

Shocking expressions are being formed all over the studio. They couldn’t believe what they just heard, some even slaps themselves slightly on their faces to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

"Alright everyone, let’s proceed to your tasks today and have a productive one. I will ensure the new changes will be made with the best efforts from myself, and our meetings this evening will hopefully clear out any confusions. Thank you for listening to my announcements, I will be in my office for the rest of the day. That’s all.”

Jihyo, in a shocking moment, slightly bows to them, making some opens their mouths and nearly fall down their chairs in full surprise.

"Sana, I want you to help me typing out our new terms & conditions, along with new changes and workplace rules. It’s time for major improvements, and I want to discuss with you over today and with your inputs too, will that be efficient for you?" Jihyo asks in lighter tone.

"Oh yes boss! I’m.. I’m happy to help you! Anything for big changes!"

“And Mina, you can decorate your Legos over your desk, it looks entertaining. I like to see more of it.“ Jihyo smiles towards Mina.

"Arigatou Boss!" Mina bows in full happiness.

“Also Sana, I want you to set up meetings with me and our three illustrators : Peter Archie & Aaron. Set it up for this Friday after office hours, I have some “discussions" I want to conduct with them.”

"After hours Boss ? even Friday?"

"Yes”

"Sure Boss!"

As Jihyo walks into her office, Sana runs fast towards the three guys.

"I don’t know what just happened but Boss wanna see you this Friday???? Like… what did you doo ???? And… she’s…. like so different today?"

"That’s our confidential contracts, hehehe.” The three answer in unison.

EPILOGUE

A few weeks later, at the three guy’s new apartment.

"CONGRATS! FOR THE NEW RAISES! AND NEW APARTMENTS.”

The group of employees, consist of the three guys, Han, BamBam, Felix, Mina, Sana, Ryujin, Yeji are cheering up with beers and other boozes, partying at the new place, with loud musics and karaoke.

The party goes on for a while, then in the aftermath, the group then circle around each other to tell dumb stories and weird secrets, things they would never share with anyone.

"So yeh me and that girl we had sex at the park while we were goddamn drunk haha" Han is laughing while taking his booze.

"Man you’re such a wild card, no wonder that one left you too.” BamBam teased.

"Pfft, I had anal with that dude in our studio bathroom once, that was gooood !!!!” Ryujin adds.

“No wonder you look like a mess that day, next time you ever do it again I’ll spoil it to the internet.” Yeji teases.

"And I blew two cocks in my apartment once, yyehhhhhhhh!" Sana, with a happy tone telling about her “accomplishments”.

"I got creampied… it was.. fun.” Mina shyly adds.

"Man you people are just wild lol” Felix teases

“Actually, come to think about it, how did you guys get a raise, and a new contract after that terrible performances ??? What did you do ??? And … anyone notices how boss Jihyo is being … super NICE & FRIENDLY for the past few weeks ????? What the hell happened ??? and … it only happened … after that day with you three ???? “ Sana points her fingers towards the three.

"Well… we couldn’t tell ya that… it’s confidential.”

“Dahell ??? You three up to something didn’t you ?? Come on spill the beans ??? What the heck did you do to boss Jihyo?"

"Yeh! Come on! Spill the beans!"

“SPILL THE BEANS! SPILL THE BEANS!" Everyone taps on their beer cans, urging the three.

"Alright alright you wild horny noobs! We’ll tell, but don’t even fucking still this to anyone outside this room got it ?? we’ll blip you with infinity stones if you do!"

"Like hell I scare about that nerd crap of yours! Come one, spill the beans!"

The three then start to recap their “eventful night"With boss Jihyo. Shocking isn’t enough to describe how the rest of the group feel about their stories, from the beginning till the end.

"So… lemme get this straight … you three nerds… in all your damn horniness … FUCKED OUR BOSS … in her office room ???? THE ENTIRE NIGHT ??” Felix asks in shock.

"Yep, and.. like we old you… she … really likes it.”

"These idiots are bullshit lol Read too much smuts porn online eh ?? There’s no fuckin proof lol " Han scoffs at the three.

"Then .. what about these.” The three of them then open their private folders on their laptops.

Inside, there are pictures and media files, and what’s inside shocks the rest of the group to their cores.

Pictures of their boss Jihyo, fully naked, taking different poses of herself, cum-covered and creampied in some pics.

Some clips are being recorded also, with different views of Jihyo being fucked in different positions and different holes, making the rest of the groups going from one shock to another.

"I.. I can’t believe this ..." Yeji and Ryujin holds onto their faces.

"This .. this is wild …. Boss Jihyo … I can’t believe… that’s her …"Mina covers her mouth.

"She… handles even more cocks than me ……. What the hell." Sana opens her eyes to their fullness.

"You three.. are either fucking dumb … or just having the devil’s luck … to do this with her ..." Han and BamBam still couldn’t believe what they just saw.

"Yep, that’s.. our boss.” Archie replies.

“And.. she did ask … for more participants.. if any interested or suitable.” Peter adds.

"So… with that’s being said… Anyone wanna join?" Aaron replies with a full smile.

#kpop smut #jihyo smut #jihyo x reader #twice smut #twice jihyo #twice #park jihyo

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 months ago

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Why I don’t like AI art

I'm on a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me in CHICAGO with PETER SAGAL on Apr 2, and in BLOOMINGTON at MORGENSTERN BOOKS on Apr 4. More tour dates here.

A law professor friend tells me that LLMs have completely transformed the way she relates to grad students and post-docs – for the worse. And no, it's not that they're cheating on their homework or using LLMs to write briefs full of hallucinated cases.

The thing that LLMs have changed in my friend's law school is letters of reference. Historically, students would only ask a prof for a letter of reference if they knew the prof really rated them. Writing a good reference is a ton of work, and that's rather the point: the mere fact that a law prof was willing to write one for you represents a signal about how highly they value you. It's a form of proof of work.

But then came the chatbots and with them, the knowledge that a reference letter could be generated by feeding three bullet points to a chatbot and having it generate five paragraphs of florid nonsense based on those three short sentences. Suddenly, profs were expected to write letters for many, many students – not just the top performers.

Of course, this was also happening at other universities, meaning that when my friend's school opened up for postdocs, they were inundated with letters of reference from profs elsewhere. Naturally, they handled this flood by feeding each letter back into an LLM and asking it to boil it down to three bullet points. No one thinks that these are identical to the three bullet points that were used to generate the letters, but it's close enough, right?

Obviously, this is terrible. At this point, letters of reference might as well consist solely of three bullet-points on letterhead. After all, the entire communicative intent in a chatbot-generated letter is just those three bullets. Everything else is padding, and all it does is dilute the communicative intent of the work. No matter how grammatically correct or even stylistically interesting the AI generated sentences are, they have less communicative freight than the three original bullet points. After all, the AI doesn't know anything about the grad student, so anything it adds to those three bullet points are, by definition, irrelevant to the question of whether they're well suited for a postdoc.

Which brings me to art. As a working artist in his third decade of professional life, I've concluded that the point of art is to take a big, numinous, irreducible feeling that fills the artist's mind, and attempt to infuse that feeling into some artistic vessel – a book, a painting, a song, a dance, a sculpture, etc – in the hopes that this work will cause a loose facsimile of that numinous, irreducible feeling to manifest in someone else's mind.

Art, in other words, is an act of communication – and there you have the problem with AI art. As a writer, when I write a novel, I make tens – if not hundreds – of thousands of tiny decisions that are in service to this business of causing my big, irreducible, numinous feeling to materialize in your mind. Most of those decisions aren't even conscious, but they are definitely decisions, and I don't make them solely on the basis of probabilistic autocomplete. One of my novels may be good and it may be bad, but one thing is definitely is is rich in communicative intent. Every one of those microdecisions is an expression of artistic intent.

Now, I'm not much of a visual artist. I can't draw, though I really enjoy creating collages, which you can see here:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/albums/72177720316719208

I can tell you that every time I move a layer, change the color balance, or use the lasso tool to nip a few pixels out of a 19th century editorial cartoon that I'm matting into a modern backdrop, I'm making a communicative decision. The goal isn't "perfection" or "photorealism." I'm not trying to spin around really quick in order to get a look at the stuff behind me in Plato's cave. I am making communicative choices.

What's more: working with that lasso tool on a 10,000 pixel-wide Library of Congress scan of a painting from the cover of Puck magazine or a 15,000 pixel wide scan of Hieronymus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights means that I'm touching the smallest individual contours of each brushstroke. This is quite a meditative experience – but it's also quite a communicative one. Tracing the smallest irregularities in a brushstroke definitely materializes a theory of mind for me, in which I can feel the artist reaching out across time to convey something to me via the tiny microdecisions I'm going over with my cursor.

Herein lies the problem with AI art. Just like with a law school letter of reference generated from three bullet points, the prompt given to an AI to produce creative writing or an image is the sum total of the communicative intent infused into the work. The prompter has a big, numinous, irreducible feeling and they want to infuse it into a work in order to materialize versions of that feeling in your mind and mine. When they deliver a single line's worth of description into the prompt box, then – by definition – that's the only part that carries any communicative freight. The AI has taken one sentence's worth of actual communication intended to convey the big, numinous, irreducible feeling and diluted it amongst a thousand brushtrokes or 10,000 words. I think this is what we mean when we say AI art is soul-less and sterile. Like the five paragraphs of nonsense generated from three bullet points from a law prof, the AI is padding out the part that makes this art – the microdecisions intended to convey the big, numinous, irreducible feeling – with a bunch of stuff that has no communicative intent and therefore can't be art.

If my thesis is right, then the more you work with the AI, the more art-like its output becomes. If the AI generates 50 variations from your prompt and you choose one, that's one more microdecision infused into the work. If you re-prompt and re-re-prompt the AI to generate refinements, then each of those prompts is a new payload of microdecisions that the AI can spread out across all the words of pixels, increasing the amount of communicative intent in each one.

Finally: not all art is verbose. Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain" – a urinal signed "R. Mutt" – has very few communicative choices. Duchamp chose the urinal, chose the paint, painted the signature, came up with a title (probably some other choices went into it, too). It's a significant work of art. I know because when I look at it I feel a big, numinous irreducible feeling that Duchamp infused in the work so that I could experience a facsimile of Duchamp's artistic impulse.

There are individual sentences, brushstrokes, single dance-steps that initiate the upload of the creator's numinous, irreducible feeling directly into my brain. It's possible that a single very good prompt could produce text or an image that had artistic meaning. But it's not likely, in just the same way that scribbling three words on a sheet of paper or painting a single brushstroke will produce a meaningful work of art. Most art is somewhat verbose (but not all of it).

So there you have it: the reason I don't like AI art. It's not that AI artists lack for the big, numinous irreducible feelings. I firmly believe we all have those. The problem is that an AI prompt has very little communicative intent and nearly all (but not every) good piece of art has more communicative intent than fits into an AI prompt.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/03/25/communicative-intent/#diluted

Image: Cryteria (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HAL9000.svg

CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/deed.en

#pluralistic #ai #art #uncanniness #eerieness #communicative intent #gen ai #generative ai #image generators #artificial intelligence #generative artificial intelligence #gen artificial intelligence #l

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nightlark100 · 3 months ago

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"What do you want Stiles?"

"I wanted to talk to you, if you'll let me"

"I'm really not in the mood"

"Okay, we can just sit quietly then."

Stiles sat beside Derek, legs dangling out of the window as they both looked out across the empty space below. For once the boy was oddly still.

"Why are you here?"

"Because you're in pain. And I know you well enough at this point to know that you're going to sit here blaming yourself for things that aren't your fault."

"How can you say that? I should have done something... paid more attention... people died Stiles! Because I didn't stop her! You died!"

"I was only mostly dead." The ghost of a smile passed over his lips. "You didn't kill those people. You were taken advantage of by a mad woman on a quest for vengeance and whether it was magic or manipulation, it was not your fault."

Derek rested his head in his hands, rubbing his temples.

"Laura would have done better... she wouldn't let herself be used like that."

Stiles was quiet for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"You two lived in New York for... six years, right?"

"yeah...?"

"And in that time, did you spend time with any other packs?"

"No..."

"Did Laura ever talk about getting new betas, making your own proper pack?"

"No, she didn't."

"I don't think Laura would have made a better alpha than you. Maybe once, in an a historic pack with years of tradition and a network of support. But it's easy to lead when there's no adversity. Back when Peter was feral, if he'd somehow become alpha and you died in Laura's place, I don't think she would have been able to take him down. I think she would have run." Derek opened his mouth to speak, to defend his sister but Stiles held up a hand. "I'm not saying leaving Beacon Hills after the fire was wrong. But she had six years to come back, six years to help Peter, six years to build something new or ask for help. If she had lived and you had died, chances are Peter would still be feral. All the Argents would be dead, Scott and Jackson probably would as well. Because she would have run."

Stiles sighed and looked at Derek, eyes wide and earnest.

"It's funny, you act like all you feel is anger but your ability to love, to hope, it's one of your most powerful traits. You fight, fight for those you care about, fight for the change at something better. Even if you're afraid, you don't flee. You found three vulnerable teenagers and gave them a chance at something, a chance for family and friendship and life. You saved them. You stuck your neck out for Scott repeatedly. You accepted Peter back into your life. You don't run Derek. Laura shut herself off from any hope of a future. You let yourself be open to love and kindness and that is a thousand times more powerful than anything any other alpha could give us. That's why the darach manipulated you, because you were willing to hope. And I don't want to see you blaming yourself for that because even if you make mistakes, you always try to fix it. You are good Derek"

Stiles hand found Derek's and he squeezed lightly, the touch brief and faint as a whisper before disappearing as Stiles retreated to leave the alpha to his thoughts.

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #Kind of if you squint #laura hale #The Darach #jennifer blake #Stiles must protect sad puppy Derek

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The Bet | fratboy!Joaquin x Reader

Summary: you and Joaquin get chosen for the annual abstinence challenge between your two houses. It doesn’t go well.

Warnings: 18+ Only!!! !!!SMUT ALERT!!! PinV, praise kink, abstinence, language that would make Steve Rogers squirm

Word Count: 3.8k+

A/N: seeing as I am still no closer to having Oh baby finished, I thought I’d finish this piece off I started the other week for you thirsty lot. Hope you enjoy. Remember to reblog not just like 👍 have a great weekend!

Abstinence week, the one week of the calendar year no one was looking forward to. Each fraternity and sorority had to elect one member to go the whole week without having sex. Or watching porn. No kissing, touching or anything else of a sexual nature. Most of the college organisations didn’t really care. After all, it was more of a guideline than anything else- but not for your sorority. No, you guys were stuck in that stupid abstinence week bet with the fraternity across the street, a tradition that went back decades to even before you were born.

“Alright, alright, everyone gather round,” Peter said as you all crammed around the sofas in their backyard, ready for the choosing ceremony. The only people who didn’t have to pick a piece of paper out of the cups were those who had been chosen last year (if they hadn’t graduated that was).

“Okay, you all know the deal, everyone picks a piece of paper. Whoever ends up with the black spot, is this years competitors,” Jessica called out. “Ladies,” she said, stepping forward with the cup and making her way around your group, as Peter started to go round and do the same thing for the boys.

Gods you hoped it wasn’t you. You had a really stressful week coming up as it was and if you couldn’t let off a little steam, you for sure felt like you were gonna drown.

When the cup got to you there were only 5 pieces of paper left. You swirled them around as much as possible before you picked, hoping that someone else would have already picked out the cursed one.

“Right, has everyone got their piece of paper?” Jessica called out as she took the last piece from the girls cup and Peter did the same with the boys. “On the count of three, ready?”

“1…2…3!” Peter called out and there was a tense shuffling of paper as the little folded slips were all opened.

“Yesss!!!”

“Thank fuck for that!” People began to say, but you were silent.

Fuck! Absolutely double fucking shit balls! Of course you ended up with the spot.

“Who is it? Who's got it?” Jessica shrieked excitedly now she knew she was in the clear.

“Me,” you said dejectedly, lifting your little scrap of paper with the solid black spot in the air.

“And me,” one of the guys sat in the middle of one of the scruffy sofas said, lifting a couple of fingers in the air to distinguish himself from the group.

You recognised him. Joaquin Torres; fellow junior, basketball enthusiast and expert beer pong player. But he was also a bit of a ladies man and you knew this week was gonna be a lot tougher on him than it was gonna be on you.

You both stepped forward, as per tradition, to shake hands. “May the best man or woman win,” he said as he reached out his hand for yours.

“May the best man or woman win,” you agreed.

The first couple of days didn’t feel too bad. You threw yourself into your college work. Didn’t care when the other girls brought their current hookups over and made out with them in front of everyone. Or had sex with them really loudly in their bedrooms.

Sure it was annoying that due to the rules you had to abstain from reading your usual smutty romance books before bed, but over all, those first few days were easy.

But then the deadline for your paper began to loom closer and suddenly the whole situation felt a little less bearable. You were stressed and you couldn’t use any of your usual ways to relieve the tension building up inside of you. Instead of spending time with people in the common rooms of the house, you now avoided them completely.

Jessica had even set up a sorority cinema night one evening and even just looking at the couple on the screen kissing drove you mad with want for the things you couldn’t have.

“You know, it would be so easy to get him to break,” your roommate Gwen said as she began riffling through her closet looking for the best outfit to wear for tonight’s party. It was a last minute thing organised by the boys across the way, but if you were being honest, you really didn’t want to go. You were stressed out as hell about the assignment you had to finish off and hand in on Monday morning and so frustrated you wanted to tear your hair out. But you also knew the party would be a great distraction- and you could really do with one of those right about now.

“But isn’t that cheating?” You asked her as you closed down your laptop and put it to one side.

“I guess it all depends how you do it,” she said, picking out a black and white dress and holding it up to herself in the mirror.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked her.

“I don’t know, just talk to him. Turn on your womanly charms,” she said, waggling her eyebrows at you.

“But I don’t have any womanly charms,” you retorted.

“Sure you do,” she said, throwing the dress down on her bed as she made her way over to you. “You’ve got boobs. Extremely natural fluttery eyelashes- which I’m not at all jealous of by the way,” she joked. “With the right outfit and makeup, he’ll really struggle to keep his hands off you.”

“Okay…,” you say, dragging out the word, still not fully feeling confident in your ability to pull this off. “But what am I supposed to say?” you asked.

“Tell him he looks good,” she said quickly, as if the idea was just coming to her and she couldn’t hold it back. “Tell him the bet’s had you thinking of him. Back him into a corner,” she kept saying, adding more and more suggestions as they popped into her head. You made a quick mental note of them, despite doubting you ever had the confidence to really go ahead with this plan; but you were desperate and running out of time and needed to do anything you could to help alleviate those feelings of frustration so you could finally focus on that paper.

Two hours later you were stood on the front porch of the boys house in a low cut black mini dress, denim jacket and platform sneakers and still feeling not the least bit prepared for the mission you were coming here to carry out. Gwen had done your hair and make up for you and when you had taken in the final look in the mirror before you left, you couldn’t deny you did feel hot; but was it enough to turn Joaquin’s eye and get him to break?

As you entered the house and moved towards the drinks table for some liquid courage, you kept your eyes on the crowd, looking out for your target. He was of course over at the beer pong table, absolutely decimating the competition as per usual.

“YES!!!” he cried out in victory, as the ball he’d just thrown, bounced into the final cup at the other end of the table.

“That’s how it’s done!” one of his buddies cried out beside him, clapping him on the shoulder as one of the guys on the losing team, fished out the little blue ball and drank the warm beer in the bottom of the cup. “Who’s next?!” The guy then shouted, looked around for a challenger in the crowd, Joaquin’s own gaze moving with him until it landed on you.

His eyes dipped to take in your attire, the little black dress sitting high on your thigh and showing off way more leg than you were used to, but he didn’t seem to mind. You watched him closely as he swallowed hard and tried to move his gaze to anywhere else in the room but you- but his eyes kept glancing back.

You took a moment to look him up and down too. He was in a plain black T-shirt that hugged his biceps and enhanced his bronzed skin, black and white basketball shorts he wore low on his hips and a red and white cap atop his head that he wore backwards. You recognised it as his competitive sports mode look. Although he was a lot less dressed up than you were, he was still hot and you quickly found yourself growing a little bit flustered as your eyes became transfixed on the muscles of his arms. You lifted your cup to your lips to help hide it as he gave you a knowing smirk, but you didn’t think the act was achieving much.

Instead you left the room, seeking out some fresh air in the garden so you could gather your thoughts. As you went to sit on the back steps, the tops of your thighs rubbed together agonisingly and you found yourself silently cursing at whoever it was who came up with this whole godamned idea.

“How you holding up there?” You heard his voice say from behind you and you silently cursed again. Why did you let Gwen talk you into this. You were so unprepared and he was so competitive. He no doubt had already worked out your intentions for the evening the moment he laid eyes on you and was about to go on the offensive. Oh fuck, fuck, fuckety, fu-

“Fine,” you lied, leaning back slightly to look up at him and give him as good a look down the top of your dress at your cleavage as you could.

“Good,” he nodded quietly, trying desperately to keep his eyes on your face, but ultimately failing as they dipped to focus that little bit lower.

“How about you?” you asked him as he shuffled slightly and swallowed deeply.

“Yeah- I mean, yes!” he corrected himself as his voice broke nervously and it made you think, maybe Gwen had been right. Maybe this would be easy after all.

“What you drinking?” he asked as he came to sit next to you, his knee barely brushing yours as he began to man spread a little.

“Vodka, cranberry,” you said to him, as you swirled your cup in your hand.

“Can I try?” he asked, his hand hesitantly reaching out, but not quite touching you.

“You never had one before?” you asked and he silently shook his head. “It’s sweet,” you warn him as you pass him the cup, your finger tactically brushing over his in the exchange. It was a move meant to tease him, but unfortunately you felt it might have instead had the opposite effect, as a shiver moved through your hand and up your arm before moving down your body to between your legs. It was a feeling only made worse when he kept his eyes on yours whilst he drank from your cup, the moment both intimate and suggestive.

“Mmm, it’s nice,” he nodded as he handed the cup back, but you could tell he wouldn’t be exchanging his beer for it anytime soon.

“So have you been a good girl,” he asked. “Keeping your hands to yourself?” He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Have you been being a good boy?” you rebuttaled and he let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly at your audacity, but you also noticed the way he squirmed slightly.

“A little birdy told me you’re one frustrated little chicken,” he said leaning closer to you, his voice dropping slightly like what he had to say was some kind of secret.

“And who told you that?”

“Gwen,” he smirked, leaning back on the step above as he shifted his legs to spread even wider, his thigh well and truly rubbing against your own now.

“Traitor,” you muttered.

“Come on now, it’s not her fault you’ve been tossing and turning all night and keeping her awake. I bet a nice orgasm would sort that problem right out for you,” he said teasingly.

“Well, unless you’re deciding to be a gentleman and go first and lose the bet so I can…” you said sneakily.

“Uh, uh cariño. Not gonna happen,” he said, shaking his head vehemently, before he took a casual sip of his own drink.

“What if we did it together?” you suggested, suddenly getting an idea.

“What? Like both lose at the same time?” he asked, curiously leaning forward again as if you were both conspiring. Which I guess you were.

“Yeah,” you reply. “If we touch ourselves at the exact same time,” you suggest.

His brow furrowed as he thought it over. “And what if we touch each other?” he suggested seriously.

You took a moment to look him up and down again. “I could be up for that,” you said, your face as equally as serious as his as you began to negotiate terms.

“But what will everybody else say?” he sighed, leaning back and looking over his shoulder at a group of his brothers messing around with a keg in the kitchen. “I mean, they’re gonna want a winner,” he said, his eyebrow raised at you.

“Okay…” you said thoughtfully, dragging out the word. “What about, first one to make the other finish is the winner?” you suggested.

The corner of his mouth turned up playfully and you could tell he liked the sound of that idea. “Alright, you’re on,” he said, holding his hand out for you to shake on the terms.

“You know, I might as well go in there and shout my victory now,” he bragged as you let go of his hand and he began to get to his feet.

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” you replied as you let him help you up.

“I guess we’ll see,” he said suggestively.

“I guess we’ll see,” you replied.

He snuck you up a back staircase in the house so no one would see you, before he quickly pulled you into his room and locked the door. You were both so desperate now, neither one of you waited a second longer than the click of the latch to smash your lips against one another, officially ending the chastity rules.

His hands felt firm as they roamed over your body, his fingers slowly inching up the bottom of your dress further to grab ahold of your ass and press you harder against his body. You could already feel his erection pushing against your belly beneath his shorts and you couldn’t wait to feel it within you.

As he blindly began to back you towards his bed, you moved your hand up to knock his stupid backwards cap off and expose his dark and luscious curls underneath. He was just the right side of needing a haircut that it really allowed you to dig your fingers in deep and get lost in them as his mouth opened wider and your tongues began to dance in the space between your lips.

The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and he skillfully dipped you onto your back before he climbed on top you, your lips still attacking one another with fervour.

“Fuck, been wanting to do this for ages,” he muttered into your lips as his fingers gripped bruisingly at your bare thighs beneath your dress.

“Liar, you’d barely even looked my way until our names got pulled out of those cups,” you threw back, as you parted long enough for him to lean back and rip his top off.

“Not true,” he muttered as he leaned forward and began to trail kisses down your neck and across the top of your chest.

“Then why have you never made a move before?”

“Because I didn’t think you were interested in me. I’m not exactly one to stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong.”

“But you’ll do that now?” You teased as he moved down between your legs, lifting up the bottom of your dress and playfully nipping at your clit over the top of your panties. The feeling made your legs shiver and you let out a small frustrated whine.

“Ooh baby, I don’t think you’re gonna last long,” he said, kissing the insides of your thighs.

“Oh yeah,” you said, gripping his curls in your fingers and pulling him by his head back up the bed so his eyes were in line with yours. “We’ll see about that,” you challenged competitively, your other hand sneaking forward to cup his length over his shorts.

“No foreplay?” he stated in an attempt to keep things even.

“No foreplay,” you agreed, before you both parted long enough to completely strip off.

“You got condoms?” you asked as he kicked his shorts off of his ankles.

“In the drawer,” he nodded and you raced to get one out and hand it over to him.

As you watched him roll it down over his hardened length, you lay back on his bed with your legs open, your fingers passing through your folds and pumping inside you a couple of times just to make sure you were ready. He looked up and caught your eyes just as you circled your clit, your teeth biting into your bottom lip as you tried to hold yourself together.

“You ready?” he asked as he shifted back up onto the bed, his left hand moving to pull you down the bed towards him, whilst his right hand pumped his length in preparation.

“Don’t lose on the first pump now,” you teased him and he glowered playfully at you. But it was you who almost lost it when he suddenly thrust into you.

You both stilled, holding each other tight, your fingernails grazing his shoulders as you both allowed yourselves a second to adjust and compose yourselves again.

“So you gonna move or what?” you taunted him after a moment of you both being completely silent.

“Yeah, I’m on it. Jeez you’re so impatient,” he said with a suave furrowed brow and teasing smile that made you reluctantly want to swoon.

“Oh my god, come on Torres,” you groaned.

“Ask nicely,” he said with a grin but you just looked at him as if you were questioning if he was being ‘for real.’

“Man, I’ve never known someone so eager to lose a bet,” he teased, still not moving.

You rolled your eyes. “Come on.” you said with a whine.

“Ask nicely.”

“Fine. Joaquin, please would you-“ before you could even finish asking he slowly rolled his hips and his cock moved agonisingly slowly inside you, gliding over just the right spot to make you shiver.

It was torturously slow, every thrust intended to cause as much sensitivity for you, whilst allowing him to keep his control. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered.

“Oh that’s it. That’s it baby. Come on,” he encouraged you.

“Oh my god, would you just shut up,” you snapped back at him playfully.

“Why? You got a little praise kink? My words gonna make you cum?” he asked with a shit eating grin. You loathed to admit it, but you both knew he was right. “Want me to tell you you’re a good girl. That you’re doing so well for me?” he teased. “Come on baby, be a good girl. Cum for me. Cum all over my-“

“Oh my god, just shut up,” you gritted, reaching up to smash your lips into his to distract them and give them something else to do.

You tried to distract your mind. To think of anything else to help you ride this out and distract you from that feeling growing between your legs, but you were so sensitive you didn’t know how long you could hold out. You needed to find a way to make him break first. You needed him to go all out. Stop fucking you slow and timidly just for your pleasure. You had to make him think he was winning.

And there in lie the answer.

“Uh, oh my god. No, no, no. Stop, stop, stop please. I’m gonna-“ you said with faked panic, your body squirming as you tried to get away from him and sell the bit.

“Come on, baby, give it to me,” he countered, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place as he began to pump inside you that little bit quicker.

“I can’t- please, no! Uh!” you cried out, screwing up your eyes like you were teetering on the edge of climax.

“There you go, come on baby, just give in,” he panted as his hips picked up speed. But his thumb moved onto your clit, the rough pad pressing down and putting pressure on the little sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you genuinely cried, your cunt clamping down on him as you tried to keep yourself in check and hold it in. But he thought you were cumming.

“Ha, yeah. Who’s your daddy?” he cried out in triumph as he continued to pump inside you. “Uh thank fuck,” he cried out as his hips picked up speed, his head hanging with the exhaustion of trying to hold back his own release- but no more.

“Come on Joaquin, cum for me,” you encouraged as you reached round to cup his balls as he thrust once, twice, three times more before collapsing over you as he came with a grunt.

He stilled and you felt his length pulsate inside you as he filled up the condom. He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you and rolled over to flop on his back on the bed. You couldn’t help but let out your shit eating grin as he struggled to compose himself.

“What? Why are you smiling like that?” he asked when he finally looked over and saw the Cheshire Cat wide smile on your face. “Why are you smiling like that?” he asked again, his face falling into a look of worry as he propped himself up.

“You came,” you said to him.

“Yeah but you did first,” he countered.

“Did I?” you asked. “Or did you just assume I did.” you teased him.

“No, you did.” he said growing animated. “I felt it.”

“Did you?” you asked.

His face fell into a look of horror, “Oh shit,” he exclaimed as what you’d done fully hit him. “You faked it.”

“Yup,” you grinned.

“No.”

“Yes. And now you have to go tell all your friends out there that you lost the bet.” you beamed with victory.

He groaned, his head hanging forward. “Uh fine,” he conceded. “But-“ he said, his brown eyes locking onto yours earnestly, “not before I give you a real orgasm.,” he countered, feeling his pride on the line.

“Fine,” you grinned, agreeing to the terms. “But I’m not calling you daddy,” you said, laying back ready for whatever it was he planned to do to you. He let out a small breathy laugh of amusement over your joke, before shifting himself down to nuzzle between your folds until you came all over his tongue… again… and again… and again.

For Joaquin, losing never tasted so sweet.

#joaquín torres #joaquín torres x reader #joaquin x reader #joaquin torres #fratboy!joaquin #college au #mcu #fan fiction #smut #Joaquin Torres smut #joaquin x you #falcon

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uniquexusposts · 10 months ago

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Little surprise - C. Leclerc

Summary: Y/n is pregnant and meets her husband Charles at the track as a surprise.

Y/n turned off the tv and got up from the sofa. She was satisfied with the results from her husband, Charles Leclerc. Monaco was one of his favourite circuits, mainly because it was his home Grand Prix, but faith didn't agree with those previous years. It's sad to say he had never finished the Monaco Grand Prix before. However, this weekend seemed to be good.

"Are we going to see daddy?" Y/d/n asked and looked hopeful at her mum. The three-year-old had been waiting to walk down the streets to see her dad. It was a weird situation for Y/d/n; her dad was never home at a race weekend, but this weekend he was.

Y/n smiled and nodded. "Shall we go then?" Y/d/n heavily nodded. "Go put on your shoes, love."

Y/d/n crawled off the sofa and ran to the hallway to grab her shoes. It made Y/n happy to see her daughter excited. You would say: 'you live in Monaco, there's a race, why not visit it?' Well, it sounded easier than it looked. Y/n was pregnant with her second child, which was the best thing that ever happened to her - and to Charles, but she struggled a lot with sicknesses. It made it challenging to show up at races; it was uncomfortable.

"Mummy, can I bring Raf and Peter?" Y/d/n walked back to the living area with her two favourite stuffed animals; she held the giraffe and rabbit up in the air.

"Are you sure you want to bring them both?" Y/n asked and packed her bag. "Are you sure you won't lose them again?"

"No."

It happened one time before Y/d/n lost Raf and Peter. They were relaxing at the Ferrari facility, but the trouble and drama it caused... Y/n and Charles preferred not to be in that situation again.

"Sure, but they are your responsibility now." Y/n softly smirked; she knew Y/d/n would leave them somewhere around anyway. "Are you ready?"

The little girl started to jump and happily giggled. Y/d/n was a daddy's girl, so there was nothing more exciting than going to see your dad. She had been watching the third free practice all morning - well, the parts with Charles. Obviously, Y/d/n was too young to understand what Formula 1 was, but seeing her dad and his friends was all she needed to enjoy herself.

"Raf and Peter are happy to see daddy too," Y/d/n said and looked at her teddies when she stepped in the lift. "Can I press the button?" She looked up, and her arm reached for the button. Y/d/n grew a few centimetres by standing on her tiptoes.

"You are getting tall, sweetheart," Y/n proudly smiled. "I think daddy is happy to see Raf and Peter too.” She stroked her daughter’s hair.

She quickly looked in the mirror; it was the first time in days Y/n dressed up. She was wearing a maxi dress. It covered up her 20-weeks bump, but it showed she was carrying a tiny human. As shoes, she picked Birkenstocks, just for the comfiness. Her hair was curly, and her makeup was minimal. At first, she doubted what to wear. As a wife of a driver, people expect you to look stunning and stylish all the time. Over the years, it became less for Y/n, but it was still bothering her in some ways.

"Give me your hand," Y/n instructed Y/d/n. As soon as they left the apartment building, they stepped into the busy world of racing. Every spot in Monaco was busy and chaotic due to the race weekend.

Y/d/n grabbed her mum's hand, but quickly let it go. "Can Raf sleep in your bag?"

A soft smirk rolled over Y/n's lips; there you had it. "Of course, love." Y/n opened her bag and lowered it for her daughter. "Sweet dreams, Raf."

Y/d/n gave Raf a kiss. "Sleepy sleepy, Raf," and carefully put Raf in the bag. "Are we going to see uncle Pierre too?" She grabbed her mum's hand again, and they started to walk towards the entrance of the track.

"I don't know, love. Maybe we will see him, or uncle Carlos. We will look for them, yeh? But first, we need to find daddy."

"Yes, we need to find daddy first."

Once Y/n and Y/d/n arrived at the track, they scanned their passes. Y/d/n excitedly imitated the check-in sound of the gates and walked on the stairs. Y/n followed the small girl, also trying to find out where Charles possibly could be. They crossed the track and entered the paddock/pit lane area.

"I see daddy!" Y/d/n cheered and started to run away.

Before Y/n could stop Y/d/n from running, it was already too late. Y/n looked up and noticed Charles was still in an interview in front of his garage. She pressed her lips into a tin line and followed her daughter to her husband; this escalated...

"Daddy!"

Charles recognised the high voice, but he assumed this couldn't be his daughter since she wouldn't be here today. He continued talking to the reporter, but squeezed his eyebrows together when he heard the voice again. Charles looked behind the reporter and cameraman, and a small girl was running towards him. It was Y/d/n.

"Daddy," Y/d/n breathed and raised her arms up in the air.

"Bonjour, mon amour," he greeted and lifted her up from the ground. "What are you doing here?"

Y/d/n smiled. "I wanted to see you," she giggled. "Mummy is here too!" She pointed at a woman who was walking towards them as well.

Charles' face softened; he really didn't expect to see his wife at this Grand Prix due to the heavy sickness. It was a real surprise. "That is a surprise," he chuckled and looked back at Y/d/n before looking back at the reporter. "I'm sorry," he mentioned and politely smiled. "Thank you," he ended the interview and gave the reporter a nod. Charles stepped away and walked towards Y/n. "Hey," he said, surprised. "You here as well?" A teasing smile grew on his face.

"What a coincidence," Y/n cheekily said.

"I really didn't expect you to be here," Charles honestly said. At first, he was disappointed when he and Y/n decided she would attend the race, but safety and health first.

Y/n smiled. "That is kinda the point of a surprise," she said. "I'm feeling good, and Y/d/n wanted to see you. So if you don't mind, we are gonna watch the qualification here?"

Charles couldn't be happier; this really made his weekend better. "Of course." He looked at Y/d/n, who was hugging him like she hadn't seen him in a while - they saw each other this morning before Charles left to prep for the day. "I'm really surprised. It's good to see you, babe," he said and gave her a kiss. "You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

"Thanks..." She shyly smiled. "You had a great morning. It's too early to say it, and I hope I won't jinx anything, but it seems like a good weekend."

"Please, don't cheer too soon," he replied and looked painfully at his wife. "We have said this for years, and it just... escalates every time."

"Maybe it won't this time."

They started to walk towards the Ferrari hospitality. "My weekend is already amazing because you all are here. How is the baby?"

Y/d/n laid her head on Charles' shoulder and looked around her. It wasn't all new to her, but it surely was overwhelming. Her eyes fell on someone who was waving at her; it was Pierre Gasly. Y/d/n looked up and happily waved back at Pierre.

"Good, she's calm now, and the sickness is gone." That was something huge; this was the first time in the pregnancy this happened.

Charles proudly smiled. "That's good. If you don't feel good or need anything, you will let me know, okay?"

"I will, don't worry, Charles."

It was the second time Y/n showed up at a Grand Prix during her second pregnancy. People adored the young family; they were happy to see the family together. And to see the baby bump.

Taglist: @itsjustkhaos@crashingwavesofeuphoria@maryvibess @chocolatefartstrawberry @snzleclerc @ironmaiden1313@blodwyn4u

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fatliberation · 1 year ago

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Freddie Mercury was bisexual though

Nope, this is false! 🏳️‍🌈 Freddie was gay, there’s a lot of misinformation out there about his non-existent affairs with women, and much of it can be chalked up to a shit biographer named Lesley Ann Jones (aka my arch nemesis).

I've been deeply fascinated by Freddie Mercury and studying his personal life for years and years so excuse the following infodump (or jump in for a queer history lesson!)

Contrary to popular belief, Freddie was an out gay man. “Gay as a daffodil, my dear!” He’s clearly stated his sexuality in a handful of interviews; “I’ve done all that but I’m gay. Mary was my last woman.” (This interview was removed from youtube but you can find it mentioned in Freddie Mercury: A Life, in His Own Words which is a compilation of his actual quotes from interviews over the years.) Those statements got buried from the media in favor of promoting his more promiscuous quotes like "Darling, I'm doing everything with everybody." (Journalists LOVE to include this quote when talking about his AIDS...) He did purposely retain an aura of mystique around his sexuality, especially because it was much safer (trendy, even) for musicians to flirt with bisexuality than to be openly homosexual back then.

Here's a quote from Peter "Phoebe" Freestone, Freddie's personal assistant of twelve years, close friend, and "agony aunt" in his memoir, Freddie Mercury: An Intimate Memoir by the Man Who Knew Him Best:

"When the interview appeared, it was half the length that he imagined it would be. When confronted, Judy Wade said that it would have been impossible to have printed the whole text. She said she was holding back for his benefit, not for hers. Admissions such as, ‘I'm just going for a line and I'll be back in half-a-minute,’ would not have done anyone any good. However, she was fully prepared to underline in her second sentence that admission of being a fully 'out' gay man, although this does not lay the later myth which was popular which claimed that Freddie had never admitted his gayness."

Freddie's close friend Thor Arnold, a gay man and member of the "New York Daughters" (Freddie's gay friend group in NYC, of course Freddie was "mother!") corrected misinformation when fans on the Queenzone forum argued that Freddie was bi:

"Freddie NEVER tried to hide to his friends that he was TOTALLY gay. In his industry, he had to hide it to some extent although as I have said before, he certainly gave clues. This is the same man who came up with the name QUEEN for his band. This is the man who dressed very sexually, ambiguously 'glam' up until 1980. This is the man who threw an Easter bonnet party and had us all create Easter hats. This is the man who used the term darling (or Dahling) more than he used proper names, and renamed his friends with old actresses names (…) I've never seen Freddie look twice at a woman but I have seen him look 3 or 4 times at an attractive man and say, 'Thor, Thor... Oh just look at him... Just gorgeous. I'd love some of THAT' We were genuine friends of Freddie and he would never hide that he was really bi. FREDDIE WAS A GAY MAN through and through...everyone...please get used to it."

LAJ, the biographer I previously mentioned, worked VERY hard to straight-wash Freddie in her book by erasing his gay relationships. She was obsessed with his relationship with Mary Austin and is the main reason modern journalists consider Freddie to have been in profound, romantic love with her his whole life. In reality, they dated for a few years in the 70s and remained close friends after they split up (because Freddie was having affairs with his boyfriend). However, he did rely on her as his "beard" to keep up with appearances for the press.

LAJ completely skipped over Freddie's first official boyfriend, saying it was "a covert fling with a young theatre." His name was David Minns. Freddie loved him so much he left Mary to be with him. They were in a serious relationship for three years.

If you're a Freddie fan, you're familiar with Mary's story of him coming out to her, saying "I think I'm bisexual," and her response, "I think you're gay." This story is probably not the truth. Mary has been very inconsistent with her story of how Freddie came out to her.

Another version she told for BBC Radio:

"I don’t know what sparked the conversation. But I remember standing in the kitchen and he was trying desperately to articulate how he was feeling, and his lifestyle and I just said, 'so you are telling me you're gay?' And he just smiled and 'we'll take it as a yes, you know, we'll leave it at that.' And that was it, it has been a long road getting to that point."

Honestly, I am a bit mistrustful of Mary Austin's intentions in general. If you're curious as to why, this post is a good primer on the ways she might have betrayed Freddie's wishes, namely being cruel to his chosen family after his passing.

Freddie only had one other girlfriend before Mary in college, Rosemary Pearson. When asked about Freddie on ITV's This Morning show, she said that he was more interested in her male friends than in her, and she suspected then that he was gay. This was in the 60s.

LAJ refers to his relationships with women throughout her book, but she doesn't list any names. That's because they don't exist. I could name at least seven of Freddie's boyfriends off of the top of my head. Minnsy. Joe Fanelli. Tony Bastin. Vince the Barman. Bill Reid. Winnie Kirchberger. And of course, his husband Jim Hutton, whom he spent the last six years of his life with.

There is one name that LAJ has chosen to platform and exaggerate her importance, and that's German pornstar Barbara Valentin. If you've heard of her, you might think she had a relationship with Freddie in the 80s, you might have heard the story where he had wild threesomes with her, that they lived together, that he even proposed to her. Not one word of it is true. Freddie hung around Barbara during his time in Munich because she was his 'in' to gay clubs and cocaine dealers. She also served as his English translator and conveniently, another beard for the press.

Not a single person in Freddie’s life has ever corroborated that Freddie and Barbara were anything but friends. As for the claim they lived together, according to Peter Freestone:

“In the event, Freddie never actually lived there although Barbara fulfilled a huge role in Freddie’s life at that time… Freddie became very disillusioned when with more and more frequency articles were appearing in the German press’s gossip columns… about the relationship between him and Barbara… After one article claiming to have knowledge of him and Barbara getting married, Freddie concluded that it could only be Barbara who was providing the information.”

(He was actually living with his Bavarian boyfriend of the time, Winnie Kirchberger.) Freddie stopped seeing Barbara after he found out she was gossiping about being his lover and these stories started appearing in the newspapers. Barbara continued these lies after Freddie's death, making up ludicrous lies like how Freddie tried to kill her by smothering her with a pillow?? She also claimed that he put her at risk of contracting AIDS by having sex with her after his diagnosis in 1987, which is the lie that burns the most. Freddie stopped having sex altogether before his diagnosis because he was terrified of contracting it. Before there was any information of how it was transferred, he showered compulsively. There is such a fucked up narrative that Freddie threw caution to the wind and wasn't careful during the epidemic, that it somehow fits this twisted narrative that his death was a result of his immoral lifestyle. That's the pervasive homophobia that stained the Bohemian Rhapsody biopic.

LAJ is one of those biographers who publishes their books after the celebrity has died, so they wouldn’t be able to deny the information being written in the book. So if there's anything to learn here, is that you can't always trust a biography!

Anyway, Freddie was gay as a daffodil my dears, and he deserved better.

#inbox #freddie mercury #queen #queen band #queer history #gay history #pride #pride month

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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months ago

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ok but office supplier is even funnier if jason hasn't been declared legally alive again and danny starts dating him thus allowing him to both be and not be part of the wayne family

"I have a date," Danny says one random morning as he refills the office snack bar. Danny, in his own words, is one of the highest-paid employees. He has chosen to create a snack center for all Wayne employees. He has one on every three floors, filling it with fruits, chips, chocolate, pudding, and drinks.

And a cabinet with free samples of stationery supplies he thought more people should know about. Next to the supplies, he wrote the name of the product, where to buy, and even recommendations of

Everyone felt really touched by this and started bringing snacks and drinks to help him. Half the time, Danny only refilled the stationary since everyone was happy to have a community snack bar.

"A what!?" Jack from accounting gasped. Danny didn't pay him any mind; he was too busy picking between the flower and moon mini-planners.

Both were pocket-sized, but one had a workout addition, while the other had a section to track books for readers. He felt like there were more readers than gym goers, but he didn't want either to miss out if he picked one over the other.

"A date," he responded after placing both options inside the basket. He'll have to wait to introduce the amazing erasable pens he found, but he could make it up next month.

"With who?" Demanded Sara. She worked in PR and had been attempting to have him attend at least three parties with the Waynes in the past month alone.

"Peter. I met him a week ago at a street fair. One of the personal pen makers I follow would have a booth, and I was dying to see them." Danny pulls a box from his pocket, showcasing the fancy navy blue pen. "This is the George Washington Battle of Princeton edition. It has the painting of the battle wrapped around it, with careful silver-golden details on the cap to resemble the colonial era and a golden-edged nib; this is one fine fountain pen. It cost me five thousand and nine hundred dollars."

"Danny, please focus- five thousand? You spent five thousand on a pen!?"

Danny puffs out his chest, smiling broadly. "It was worth every penny!"

"That's-never mind. Are you sure Peter is a good person?" Jack pressed, "Because I know a great man. Mr. Drake-Wayne! Wouldn't you rather go on a date with him?"

"But Peter bought me easrsers that were shaped like fried chicken. They came in bucket. See." He ramages through his bag until he pulsl out a palm-szed bucket with chicken shaped earses inside. "Isn't it cool?"

"I'll admit that's pretty cool," Sara conceded but shared a quick glance with her coworkers. Danny wonders why they all look so worried. This wasn't that expensive. Peter only used ten dollars for it. "Do you like Peter?"

"I don't know. It's just a first date." He shrugs. "I don't usually have those. Not many people are willing to listen to me ramble about stationary."

"You know who would love to listen to you?" Jack throws an arm around Danny's shoulder. "Mr. Drake-Wayne!"

"Mr. Grasyon-Wayne!"

"Mis Wayne!"

"Mr. Wayne!" Everyone turns to stare at Gary, who flushes, "Bruce Wayne, not Damian!"

That caused some head nods and a few scattered comments about how the age gap was still alarmingly large, but if both were consenting adults, who were they to oppose it? Danny stared back as everyone debated whether Danny and Mr.Wayne should date.

He glances down at his heart-shaped notepads and figures they are right. It's not like he has any feelings about this date. He just agreed to get the passers.

Taking out his phone, he sends Peter a message to cancel their date. He should go out with someone because he likes them, not because they may allow him to discuss his interests.

Jason despairs somewhere on the other side of town as he reads the text for his second persona- a living citizen Peter Todd- from the guy who he saw at the street market going gaga over pens. The guy was so cute, too.

#dcxdpdabbles #Marriage trap the Office Supplier!#Part 2 #Danny doesn't care much for dating #The WE employees are losing thier minds #Jason will be so mad if he ever founds out they blocked him

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not the zoey you wanted (three)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

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When you get back to your on-campus apartment, you went straight into your room to take down the photos you had up of you and Zach, pulling a random old shipping box out from your recycled area to shove things into.

The drive back to campus was pretty smooth. You blasted Gracie Abrams and Maisie Peters on repeat, and your mind went into autopilot.

So, Zoey Miller was his girlfriend. That was pretty rich, considering you didn’t even realize when you stopped being his girlfriend. Didn’t even realize a guy as soft as Zach MacLaren had a mean bone in his body to be able to do something like this to you. You went to his house that morning half ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe something came up, maybe he lost his phone, maybe last minute his parents decided for it to be a family-only trip and took his phone from him in the name of “reconnecting with nature” and so he was never given the chance to inform you.

But then his mother said those words, she said that Zoey Miller was Zach’s girlfriend.

You had pulled most of his sweaters that you’d had from your closet, throwing them into the box, by the time there was obnoxiously loud knocking at your front door. You had no plans, no one who was supposed to be coming over, so you paused for a moment to see if maybe your roommate, Bree, was home or not. When you didn’t hear any movement from her side of the apartment and the knocking persisted, you let out a frustrated sigh, walking over to the peephole.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of him. What, he felt bad that he got caught and drove himself all the way back to school to finally have that talk with you in person. Between the few moments it took for you to open the door, your mind raced with all the different cliche breakup lines he could give you.

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t feeling the spark between us anymore.”

“Let me explain…”

“I didn’t mean for this to be how you found out.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Yeah, as if his mother confirming that Zoey Miller was Zach’s girlfriend wasn’t exactly what it looked like.

And more and more, until you finally wrapped your hand around the doorknob, unlocking the top latch, and swinging it open to look at him. He towered over you, guilt etched into his face and a small cut on his lip where you could only imagine he had bit over and over as he contemplated how to let you down softly on his ride over.

You peered out into the hallway, half expecting Zoey Miller to be outside, looking at you with those same eyes of remorse, but you only saw Zach’s luggage by your door and redness under his blue eyes.

“What?” you asked, your voice coming out in a hushed, annoyed whisper, holding the door open just enough so that he can see you.

“Let me explain,” he pleaded, his voice raspy. So, we were going with the scripted breakup line number 2.

He paused for a second, but when he saw that you weren’t going to step back to let him inside of your apartment, he locked eyes with you. One thing about Zach MacLaren? He was very good at making intense eye contact. He licked his lips and sighed, as if searching for what else to say with his excuse.

As you waited for his lips to continue moving, you thought of what he could say next.

“...it just sort of happened.”

“...I didn’t mean to fall for her.”

“...can we stay friends?”

But instead, what came out of his mouth was, “I got hit by a car.”

Your annoyed facial expressions dropped into a confused one, squinting at him in reaction to his words. Your chin moved closer to your neck as your head moved backwards in confusion. Your lips curled upwards, not in a smile, but in a bewildered grimace.

“I’m sorry, you got what by a what?” you asked, baffled.

He was staring back at you, so so so serious. He pulled a folded up paper out of his pocket, holding it out in your direction.

“My after visit summary from the emergency room on Friday,” he mumbled.

He got hit by a car on Friday? you thought to yourself, wondering how he was going to use his, “I got hit by a car” as reasoning for taking another girl as his girlfriend to a family ski trip that he had invited you on, first.

“Patient Zachary MacLaren is a 21 year old male who was brought in after a collision of a moving car with his bicycle occurred. At onset, he did lose consciousness for a few minutes, before regaining consciousness before the paramedics arrived. No sprains or broken limbs or joints have been sustained in the incident. Patient has some swelling to the left side of his skull. Tests and examinations are concurrent with a diagnosis of a concussion and anterograde amnesia.”

Anterograde amnesia, you learned that in one of her psychology courses last semester. Short term memory loss.

“Are you telling me you have amnesia?” you asked him, holding the paper up after you’re done reading it.

“Yes—No, had. I had amnesia,” he stuttered out while nodding his head.

“So you don’t have amnesia right now?” you asked to clarify.

He shook his head and rounded his lips in a pucker and put his hands behind his back, swaying a little. “No amnesia right now.”

You blink a few times, still lost on what and how this was connecting to him bringing a different girlfriend on his family ski trip.

“And did this amnesia make you lose your goddamn mind and bring some random girl with you to a ski trip?” you asked, trying to find the connection here.

Though, you do feel really bad he got hit by a freaking car, and then he got amnesia, that sucks. You wished you had been there to help him with that.

“No, no, see, what had happened,” he started to explain, putting his hands out to grab onto your upper arms and crouch a little down to your level so he could stare you in the eyes again. “I thought she was you.”

“Excuse me?”

He licked his lips, turning his head to the side as if to say, “I know.” He sighed and continued with his story, “After I got hit with the car, she was there.”

“Zoey was there with you when you got hit by this car? Why was Zoey with you?” you questioned.

“She works at the bookstore.”

“The bookstore,” you repeat after him with a nod, trying to keep track of all the different ways this story was branching out. “The one with the book on Battletoads.”

“Well, no,” he shook his head. “I had to get her to order me a book on Battletoads for Idiots because they didn’t have any in stock.” Then, he shook his head again when he realized you two were getting off track. He let go over her, using his hands to motion around and talk. “Point is, I left my credit card.” He points to his side to emphasize leaving his credit card. “She came outside to give it to me, I turned around to look at her,” and he mimicked how he looked at her, peering over his shoulder. “And a car didn’t see me, I didn’t see the car,” he pointed to himself and then down, before making a hitting motion with his palm, “and bam! I go flying onto the pavement.”

You’re just nodding along with his entire story, waiting for him to finally give you that missing puzzle piece that could make it all make sense.

“And then when I woke up, she was there crouching in front of me. My brain was all mushy,” he made circular motions around his head. “And I knew her name was Zoey, and I somehow could remember that I called you Zoey a few times… and I… uh…” he looked more sheepish as he got to this part of the story. “In my moment of anterograde amnesia—that means short term memory loss by the way—”

“I know,” you said, and if this was any other time, you may have laughed at the way he over pronounced “anterograde amnesia” and looked so proud of himself for knowing the term, a small smile on his face.

“—I may have thought she was.. you,” he trailed off as he said this part, looking guilty. “I just… I don’t know how,” he put his hands up and them down in exasperation, practically breathing out his words. “I don’t know how I thought she was you, baby, I don’t. But then you came to my parents’ house, and I saw you drive away, and it all… I knew she wasn’t you.”

You just nod as you process the information. This sounded like some cheaply made romance plot, that one look at you and his amnesia would wear off. There was a lot of information processing that was happening at this point.

You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of footsteps, seeing a group of girls walking through the hallway, some of your various neighbors. They looked over at you and Zach, and you knew how this looked. The serious look on your face, the luggage, the pleading one on his. They probably thought they were watching a breakup between a tutor girl and the college’s soccer star.

You opened the door wider, not wanting anyone to somehow overhear the conversation. You stepped aside for him. “Come in.”

He smiled, hopeful, and rolled his luggage and walked himself into your apartment.

You two went straight for the kitchen, him just following you as you said nothing back to his explanation. You went straight to the coffee machine, and as you brewed yourself some espresso, Zach went to your fridge, pulling out the creamer he knew was yours and not your roommates, you know, since he didn’t have amnesia anymore.

You stood there in silence for a little while, leaning against the kitchen counter as you sipped your latte, having made one for him after yours.

“So… you thought she was me…” you finally talk, and he’s standing across from you with a guilty nod. “Do we really look alike?”

“No! No! You’re like… a superstar, and she’s… not you,” he said with a nervous laugh, unable to insult Zoey Miller just to bring you up.

And that was fine with you. You didn’t need or want him insulting her. Just wanted to know if you two looked similar enough that he could mix you guys up in an amnesia concussion haze.

“So it was just because her first name is also my middle name?” you questioned.

“I know, it sounds stupid, I don’t… I don’t really know how to explain it.”

You nodded your lips forming a line.

“So… she just… pretended to be me?” you questioned, thinking about how insane that sounded. “For what? Revenge for hitting her in the end with that soccer ball?”

He laughed at your questions, the way you sounded so irritated at not being able to understand Zoey Miller.

You continued with your little rant, “I mean, I heard that girl is anti-romantic, so what? Did she have some secret crush on you or something? Had to strike while I wasn’t around, and you didn’t know any better?”

“She had a crush on Miles, actually,” he said with raised eyebrows. “Kissed him in the pool while I was sleeping and everything.”

Your eyes widened, and you let out an unbelievable laugh.

“And Miles just… let her? Thinking she was you girlfriend? And wait, what about Emily?” you asked, putting the cup down on the counter. Loving Zach was knowing about all of the people he loved, too, which meant knowing his cousin Miles was dating a nice girl named Emily. “Sorry, but your cousin’s an asshole! Cheating on her with the girl he thought was cheating on you while she was pretending to be me!”

Your voice kept raising as you got riled up on his behalf, and he couldn’t help but let a small smile stay on his face because of it.

The more information you got, the more insane this whole story sounded. But he smiled at your reaction, the way your facial features were showing less and less that you were mad at him. He really hoped you weren’t mad at him.

“Apparently, they’re poly.”

“Doesn’t mean you are,” you retort back, walking to where he was to stand next to him.

You let out a deep exhale, leaning your head against his arm as you two stood against the kitchen island.

“It felt wrong, the entire time,” he said softly, squatting down a little bit so he could lean his head on top of yours as well. “Like I knew deep down she didn’t really like me. Like she didn’t even know me, and that I didn’t really know her. She said she was a computer science major and that made no sense to me, since we met because you were my English tutor. She had all these hobbies I don’t remember you ever liking. Wouldn’t let me hold her hand, spent most of her time with Miles instead of me since they could go out on the slopes and I couldn’t because, ya know, mushy brains,” he sighed. “And then, she found out about Emily and got mad at him. Then, she finally spent the day with me.”

Despite being upset that some other girl went on the MacLaren ski trip instead of you, you couldn’t help but feel bad that Zach spent the entire weekend with an inkling feeling that his girlfriend—or who he thought was his girlfriend—didn’t even like him.

He keeps talking, just expressing how the weekend felt and how things had gone.

“And it was sad coming back, you know?” he sighed. “I mean, I spent all of yesterday thinking I was having so much fun re-getting to know her, feeling like we were finally having a connection, feeling really good about it… just for it all to be a lie.”

You frowned and took your head off of his arm, making him move straight as well.

“You felt like you and Zoey had a connection?” you asked softly.

His face contorted in concern at his misstep.

“Wha—No. No, baby, no,” he moved to turn in front of you, his arms going to hold yours. “It wasn’t real. It’s not real.”

“But a part of you really liked getting to spend time with her,” you point out softly, looking away. “So much so that it was disappointing when you came home and it was… me that’s your girlfriend, and not her.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Zach said softly, shaking his head, trying to lead down closer to you to get you to look at him. “I’m not disappointed that I came home and there was you.”

“But you were disappointed that your weekend with Zoey was built on a fake premise,” you said back. “And not entirely because she lied to you, but because you felt a connection to her.”

“No!”

“Zach.”

“Okay, fine, yes. I admit that I was… feeling something towards her on this trip, but baby, I thought she was my girlfriend.”

“So, you’d date her?” you hated yourself for somehow twisting it the way you were, but a part of you was just hurt that this happened, hurt to know he spent the weekend falling for someone else, regardless of why and how. “In a different world where I don’t exist to you, you’d fall for her. Because you did. This weekend.”

A permanent frown etched into his face at your words.

“But you do exist in this world,” he whispered, pleading.

“Did you kiss her?”

It’s not fair, you know it’s not fair to be jealous or upset. Zoey practically catfished and scammed and lied and pretended to be someone she wasn’t. But she didn’t pretend to be you in the sense of your personality. Zach said it himself, she sounded so unlike you, with a different major, different personality, different hobbies. And despite that, he liked her.

“I thought she was you,” he reiterated, saying “yes” to your question without the word itself.

“You thought she was your girlfriend, not that she was me,” you denied, shaking your head and moving from your spot trapped between Zach and the kitchen island.

The pleading in his eyes could haunt you.

“You didn’t think she was me personally. You just thought you were with her. And you liked being with her, for her personality and her hobbies and just her,” you said softly.

Every part of you was screaming at you to take your words back, to stop yourself from talking. You knew it was irrational to be upset at him for something he had no control over. He had amnesia for crying out loud. But there was no rationalizing this situation.

There was no rulebook telling you how to react and respond to finding out some girl pretended to be your amnesia patient of a boyfriend’s girlfriend. There was no guide on how to take in and process him openly admitting that while she was so drastically different from you, he was starting to really like her.

“I’m sorry this happened, Zach,” you said softly, your bottom lip wobbling. “It’s not fair, and it really really sucks.”

He just stared at you, tears forming in his eyes as if he knew what you were about to say. His chin wobbled, and it pushed you over the edge, too. A string of tears fell from your own eyes.

“But I’m really hurt right now, and I don’t mean to be upset with you because I know… I know it’s not your fault. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen,” you admit, wiping your tears on the back of your wrists.

He steps forward to try and comfort you. You step back.

“But I need time to…” you suck in a breathe and lick your lips as you try to figure out what it was that you needed from him. “I need time to process this all… process that you were starting to fall for someone else.”

“Baby…” he begged you not to do this with one single word.

“Please,” you pleaded back. “Just… please.”

And how could he deny you, the one he loved so much, the one thing you were asking of him right now?

“Okay,” he whispered and nodded, a singular tear falling down his face as he forced himself to listen to you.

And that look on his face really felt like it could haunt you.

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a/n: so i realized i have messed up the movie’s timeline, remembering that it started on valentine’s day, not december LOL, but soccer season for college is august-november for actual competitions and spring time for non-competition training and games… and I’m also from California so while I knew some schools have like “ski week” breaks in february (we always just called it president’s week break), it absolutely skipped my mind that that is a thing LOL. in this story it is a few weeks before holiday break lol.

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