#I already started a group chat with myself 😊

[callmelittlesanshine]

“Date myself” nah I’m gonna be my own best friend (totally not because I don’t know how to make friends)

[fleming-o]

Finding my place

Jessie Fleming x Reader

How reader and jessie met

A/N: so it took some time but i found the perfect way to write it 😭 this read is based with the first meeting on BPD reader. AND i’m still trying to figure out my POV writing so i apologize if some stories are different than the others im just getting comfortable 😊

Requested here

I had only been in London for a couple of days, and everything felt disorienting. The excitement of joining Chelsea was quickly overshadowed by feelings of anxiety and being lost in a new city. The bustling streets and unfamiliar surroundings made it hard to settle in.

The team-building event was supposed to help me acclimate, but instead, it only highlighted how out of place I felt. The other players seemed to fit right in, chatting and laughing with ease while I stayed on the fringes, feeling more and more isolated.

As I stood at the edge of the room, trying to blend into the background, my gaze kept drifting towards Jessie Fleming. I knew who she was—Jessie Fleming, the new signing from Canada, renowned for her skill and grace on the field. There was something about her presence that drew me in, and I couldn’t help but watch her more than I intended. Every now and then, I caught myself blushing, feeling my cheeks warm as I admired her from afar.

Jessie’s gaze met mine, and she made her way over with a calm, reassuring smile. “Hi there,” she said, her voice gentle. “I couldn’t help but notice you seem a bit unsure. Are you alright?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I struggled to keep my composure. “Um, yeah, I’m just getting used to everything.”

Jessie nodded, her expression understanding. “It’s definitely a lot to take in. How about you join my group for the team-building exercise? We’re doing a problem-solving challenge, and I could use an extra set of hands.”

I felt a rush of relief at the thought of a less intimidating activity, but my heart was still fluttering from her close proximity and the way she looked at me. The problem-solving challenge involved working together to solve a series of puzzles and riddles to unlock clues, which seemed like a good distraction from my nerves.

“Okay,” I said, trying to manage a steady smile. “I’ll join.”

Jessie led me to her group, and as I walked with her, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her. The way she carried herself—confident yet kind—made me feel both nervous and excited. The room was filled with various puzzles and brainteasers, and the other groups were already getting into the spirit of competition. Jessie’s group was focused and engaged, working together to solve the clues.

As I joined in, I found myself gradually getting into the rhythm of the challenge. Jessie was a natural leader, guiding the group with patience and clarity. She made sure everyone’s ideas were heard and encouraged each person to contribute.

When it was my turn to tackle a particularly tricky riddle, Jessie stood by my side, her calm presence providing a steadying influence. “You’ve got this,” she said softly. “Take your time and think it through. We’re all here to support each other.”

Her encouragement made my heart race, and I felt my cheeks flush again. I focused on the riddle, and after a few moments of contemplation, I cracked it. The group cheered, and I felt a surge of accomplishment and connection, my feelings for Jessie growing stronger.

By the end of the event, I was surprised at how much more comfortable I felt. Jessie’s support and the collaborative nature of the activity helped me feel like part of the team, rather than an outsider.

When the event wrapped up and the other players began to leave, Jessie turned to me. “I know it can be overwhelming starting out in a new city. If you’d like, I can show you around London tomorrow. It might help you get more comfortable.”

Her offer was unexpectedly sweet and made my heart flutter even more. “I’d really appreciate that.”

Jessie smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes that made my stomach flutter. “Great. I’ll pick you up in the morning. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

I nodded, feeling a bit of the weight lift off my shoulders. Maybe this new chapter in my life wouldn’t be so daunting after all. With Jessie’s support—and the budding feelings I couldn’t quite ignore—I felt a new sense of hope and belonging.

[elsajeni]

9, 24 and/or 27 for the ask game 😊 x

9. What's your emotional support craft?

I've already answered the craft I like to do, so this will be my Emotional Support Youtube Video Craft: dollhouse miniatures!!! I have done some miniature crafting myself (longtime followers will maybe remember some polymer clay pastries and things like that) but I haven't really done it in a while, and I never got into making scenes really, just various mini foods. When I was doing that I watched a lot of polymer clay tutorials -- I learned some stuff about making miniatures and also that the polymer clay mini community has a huge overlap with the elaborate nail art community -- and that led me into the more complex dollhouse/landscape/miniature scene build videos, and I still watch those sometimes just because I find them satisfying.

24. Do you get your government mandated 8 hours every night?

Honestly I don't do bad at this, especially given 1) full-time job with (some days) commute to office and 2) toddler. I get up at 6 and my "bedtime" is 10, but that is "bedtime" in the sense of "the time that I start thinking 'I should put this game/book/doomscrolling down and go to bed'," so, you know. I am consistently in the 7-7.5 range though.

27. Do you prefer Boardgame Night, Build-Your-Own-Pizza Night, or Movie Night with your friends?

Movie night! My friends are largely a Boardgame Night group; I don't object to board games, but some of them are very intense board game people and I find it a little frustrating when half the party wants to play a game that lasts 4 hours and takes up an entire dining table so everyone else is kind of "assigned" by default "you guys just hang out and chat and maybe hunt through the collection for games that you don't need any table surface to play." Fortunately we do also have a couple of Movie Night organizers in the group!

[lunarsun12]

Yeonjun Biggest Mistake

Masterlist

Author Note: Happy New Year to you all! Let’s start off the year with some TXT content! Happy Reading!!

It is the end of the year, Soobin annual MC award is coming up. Which always leads to the same argument of Yeonjun begging Soobin, not to go. As he gets lonely without Soobin but Soobin was determined to go. Soobin felt bad for Yeonjun and decided to him invite to the award show as his plus one. Which without doubt, Yeonjun accepted happily.

However, Soobin is worried that someone needs to look after the kids mainly the two youngest. Yeonjun bumped into Beomgyu and he immediately asked if wants to be in charge (he was the first person that a yeonjun saw). Which beomgyu happily said yes!

Will Beomgyu actually look after his siblings? Or will bring choas to his youngest brother?

Soobin and Yeonjun private chat 

Today 18:00

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun hunny, stop being mad at Beomgyu. I have already forgiven him

Yeonjun🐯: You are weak for his puppy eyes! He only does it, so he doesn’t get grounded! You spoil him too much! I won’t surrender to him!!

Soobin🍞: He is really sorry…he even made us food!

Yeonjun🐯: Likewise, Soobinie you need to toughen up! The kids bully you the most as you are so soft on them!

Soobin🍞: At least, I don’t hit our children with a belt!

Yeonjun🐯: How did you found out-

Soobin🍞: Beomgyu filmed it, when you chased Kai with the belt. I don’t know why, he would do that but good thing he did!!

Yeonjun🐯: That Beomgyu…

Soobin🍞: If you forgive Beomgyu, I will pretend that the belt incident never happend 😊

Now why is Beomgyu getting in trouble, leading him to use his special powers on the parents. Mainly Soobin…now let’s have flashback the yesterday afternoon

Yesterday

Soobin and Yeonjun private chat

Today 15:00

Yeonjun🐯: Soobinnie, you really have to go? You know that award show, I barely see you these days

Soobin🍞: Yeonjun hunny, you know that it is important! Lots of people are depending on my mc skills~

Yeonjun🐯: Can’t you skip? This year and do it next year!

Soobin🍞: You know, I never miss it! It’s a tradition can’t let the people down! I have given so much for you! Don’t be so unreasonable

Soobin🍞: Hey, why don’t you come with me to award show? And watch me MC? Maybe I can ask the producer, to give a small dance segment, even though it is so last mins

Yeonjun🐯: Oh my gosh, yes yes!! I would love to go, also don’t bother with the dance segment! I haven’t even practiced, don’t wanna embarrass myself

Yeonjun🐯: It was so embarrassing, when my pants ripped on stage 3 years ago. I have trauma

Soobin🍞: Good thing, it was dark! No one can see that!!

Soobin🍞: Now are you happy?

Yeonjun🐯: Yes very happy!!

Yeonjun🐯: Hang on a secs, whose gonna look after the kids?

Soobin🍞: Maybe Jaemin from downstairs can look after them?

Yeonjun🐯: ABSOLUTELY NOT! I heard he kidnapped Kai before and refused to give him back. Kai have to runaway from their old home. The risk is high…

Yeonjun🐯: Hang on, I will ask the kids to be in charge!

A few second later

Yeonjun🐯: I asked Beomgyu, to be in charge. He seems to be responsible enough

Soobin🍞: Are you sure? You should trust Beomgyu? What about Taehyun?

Yeonjun🐯: Beomgyu, is our only option! Soobinie, I told many times! Taehyun isn’t responsible, he appears to be!

Yeonjun🐯: NO ONE LAUGHS WHILIST STUDYING!

Soobin🍞: If things go wrong, you have yourself to blame!!

After Beomgyu convo with Yeonjun, he was over the moon. He got chosen to be the boss of the house! He can’t wait to boss ah I mean look his siblings, as he loves them sooo much. He can’t to express his joy to his brothers in the group chat.

TXT Sibling Trio Chat

Beomgyu👑: IM THE KING! OBEY ME SERVANTS!!

Taehyun😴: What? King?

Heuningkai🐧: Is beomgyu hyung, playing dress up?

Beomgyu👑: Not dress up! Appa gave me the power to look after you two, as Eomma and him are going to some award show!

Beomgyu👑: I cannot wait until tonight he he

Heuningkai🐧: What with the evil laugh? Taehyun hyung, I am scared-

Taehyun😴: Beomgyu is an idiot, we have nothing to fear. Come Kai, let’s watch some anime

Night, has struck the parents left for an award show. With a concerned Soobin, fearing Yeonjun really made a mistake.

Soobin: Eomma and Appa are leaving. Be good for you big brother Beomgyu!

Soobin gave each of the kids a hug before he left as well with an impatient Yeonjun at the door. After the parents left, Beomgyu turned to Kai and Taehyun, and gave them a smirk.

Beomgyu: Somone make me ramen

Taehyun: You do it yourself, you have legs

Beomgyu: I didn’t make myself clear, make me ramen or else I will Eomma that you aren’t really studying. The disappointment tut tut

Taehyun: We made pact! You promised, to not snitch to Eomma!

Taehyun: That playing dirty!

Beomgyu gave a shrug and made gesture to the kitchen. Which Taehyun has no choice to obliged.

Taehyun: *mumbling* I will make it extra salty, maybe it can ward of that evilness of him

Beomgyu: I heard that! You better make it nice or else I will make you make it again

Whilst Taehyun was busy making beomgyu gourmet ramen. Kai is in his room, playing video games with penguin plush at the side. Until beomgyu barges in and demanded that Kai should give him the penguin to plush to him. For his ‘makeover’ (it never ends well..it normally leads Kai plush losing some it’s stuffing)

Beomgyu: Kai~ Can you please give your penguin plush to me~

Heuningkai: *glances* No, it’s brand new! I don’t want you to give it another makeover!

Beomgyu: Appa…put me in charge! Listen to your hyung!!

Heuningkai: No you a big bully! Who always steal my plush

After Kai said it, Beomgyu immediately swiped Kai penguin plush from Kai’s grip. Ran away whilist laughing evilly. With Kai at his heels saying ‘Give my plush back’

2 hours of hell for Kai and Taehyun

Taehyun and Kai Private Chat

Heuningkai🐧: Hyung! I’m scared to leave your room! Beomgyu won’t stop demanding things!

Taehyun😴: He is blackmailing us…well me to do whatever he wants. Whoever gave him the power is stupid

Heuningkai🐧: My penguin, he is gonna colour his white belly, blue again

Taehyun😴: I can hear him, setting up a flour bomb outside my room

Taehyun😴: My back aches, for having to Pugh back him everywhere around the house

Heuningkai🐧: I CAN’T STAND THIS ANY LONGER! How much longer until Eomma and Appa are coming home?

Taehyun😴: Another 3 hours or so

Heuningkai🐧: Can we hide downstairs? I don’t care, if I am not able to leave. This is better then having to be bossed by beomgyu

Taehyun😴: Fine, let’s go!

Without hesitation, Kai opened the door and floor has rained on him like snow (he forgot about the flour trap). Which leads little laugh from Taehyun

Heuningkai: When did this happened?

Taehyun: *trying not to laugh* this is why I Lear you go first. Haven’t been listening Beomgyu doing something outside the door

Heuningkai: Why is it quiet?

Kai and Taehyun quietly tip toed into the living room and they found a sleeping Beomgyu on the couch, hugging Kai plush with a blond wig on it

Heuningkai: *whispers* Thank god, he didn’t try to colour the bell this time

Taehyun: *whispers* Come on, let’s go!

Kai and Taehyun left their house, to visit the Dream house for their safety.

After the award show…

Kids we are home!

There was no answer

Yeonjun: Maybe they went to sleep?

Soobin: I take back what I said about beomgyu in charge. Look him sleeping holding his brother toy

The next day…

Soobin calls the kid for breakfast. Only see beomgyu appeared

Soobin: Beomgyu, where is Taehyun and Kai?

Beomgyu: That what I am forgetting, absolutely no clue where they are

Soobin: Yeonjun, check their rooms!

A few mins later, Yeonjun came back shaking his head.

Yeonjun: They are not in their room

Soobin: What? Beomgyu, are you sure you don’t know where they are?

Beomgyu shrugs and continue to scroll on his phone

Yeonjun: Maybe they went do something

Soobin gave Yeonjun the side eye: If they doing an activity Beomgyu wouldn’t be here

Soobin: Why do I have bad feeling about this…

Yeonjun: Weridly enough, I saw some flours outside Taehyun door as well dust towards the door

Soobin immediately glared at Beomgyu, knowing it was him who did it.

Soobin: Yeonjun get the bat, let’s collect our kids from there. Beomgyu you stay put!

An hour later, the parents collected the two brothers, who told them everything about what happened with Beomgyu, and how they ended up there. Luckily enough Kai didn’t get hurt, as he managed to scare chenle and jisung thinking he was a ghost.

End of flashback

Soobin and Yeonjun private chat

Yeonjun🐯: You can’t do this to me! That is like blackmailing

Soobin🍞: I told you, this is a bad idea to ask Beomgyu. Never trust him. The only person is realiable is Taehyun

Soobin🍞: Now fix the mess, you cause

Yeonjun🐯: Fine…I let home get away this time! Can you please that belt incident, I just got a tad a bit mad

Soobin🍞: I will forget until I see you forgiven Beomgyu 😊

[lyon-amore]

Mr and Mrs Liars Chapter 22

Chapter 21 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *MC POV*  When I wake up, I see Jake at the foot of the couch sleeping.  I released a sigh and covered him with the blanket that I had. He's going to ache all over his body when he wakes up. What's he doing sleeping on the floor?     "I must be awake to take care of you, right?" I frowned, crossing my arms. At least... He sleep peacefully "You can't help it…" I let out a laugh and stroked his hair, careful not to wake him up. I make a silence gesture to Gizmo when I see that he wants to kick him on the head. He ends up lying on top of him, curled up in his lap. I took the mug from him and took it to the kitchen to clean it up. He must have been busy working on who knows what. These habits are hard to break. I decide to take my cup and make myself a decaf coffee. After yesterday, I'm still nervous.  I go up to my room and look at the messages I have. In the chat, Jessy congratulates Jake on dating Aleena. She forgets that I was in this group. I also have a missed call from the bridal shop. Lucky they also have my friends number in case they can't reach me. Separately, Jessy messaged me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessy MC! I'M REALLY SORRY! I totally forgot you were in that group! And I also forgot that Jake is your ex because you are going to marry Phil and I am so happy about it 😔 You forgive me? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  It's impossible for me to be mad at Jessy. Well, yeah, she didn't tell me that Jake was back. But I can understand that, since I’m already engaged, I don't have to care about that Jake is with someone else.     "But it's not like that…" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MC Hey, calm down Jessy I haven't bothered to read it Aleena already told me too I'm happy for both of them 😊  Jessie PHEW! Goodness! The truth is that I was worried I already know that there are no feelings ahead But to say that… 😓 

MC You were excited, I get it I'm also excited that Jake found someone -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------      <<Lie…>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jessy Do you think they will go to the wedding together? 🤔 🤭  MC I don't think so, Jake told me that he would already be working by the time the wedding takes place Besides, he doesn't know anyone except the group, I don't want to pressure him  Jessy Aww.. Too bad... But I'm glad to see that you get along That is important I mean… Neither of you have deceived the other So the respect you have for each other is admirable 🥺  MC Well, from the start we trusted each other So it's normal that we're fine with each other  Jessy OH! By the way! They called me from the bridal shop They asked about the last fitting of the dress  MC I have seen it I'll talk to them later I'm busy  Jessy Alright I'M SO EXCITED! I still can't believe we're going to be like sisters!  😊 

MC Jessy, I must leave you I have things to do, sorry  Jessy OK, take care! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I put the phone aside and lie down on the bed. I don't feel like calling the store. I wish I could put it off a bit longer, just because I'm not feeling well at the moment.     "Finally I find you" I hear Jake enter the room, approaching the bed "Did you sleep well?"     "Better than you" I sit up in bed, looking at him concerned "Does your back hurt?"     "I’m perfect." he sits on the bed and complains. I raised an eyebrow and sighed, although he ignored the pain out of pride. "I have something to tell you."     "Okay, I'm listening."      He sighs looking me directly in the eyes. He looks pretty serious. And worried.     “I logged into Schneider's computer."     "What?" I blink incredulously, but rather worried now "How come you did that? Without consulting me first?"     "I did it precisely for you."     “And what if you get caught?” He looks away from me, but I forced him to look at him by placing my hands on his face, “Jake, you can't do this to me- You can't do this to your sisters! Not again!"     "Calm down, it's all good." he lowers my hands slowly, speaking to me calmly. "The program is safe this time. There is no reason to be alarmed."      Slowly, he releases me. I place my hands in my lap, squeezing them tight. I hope he’s right and that he’s safe.     "And what have you found?" I give up and ask.     "It's true, he is involved with Charlotte and her disappearance." I turn to look at him quickly. His expression is angry. "Although it is not only about her, MC…"     "I want to see everything."     "I don't think it's a good idea now."     "Jake, please," I begged with a nervous look. "I need to see those proofs..."     “Alright,” he stands up and offers his hand to lift me up, “but there's a video you better not watch. I did it and…. I prefer to forget it. Although it is a proof that is going to serve us well."      I get scared when I hear him. I don't know what to think anymore after what happened yesterday. I can expect anything. I sit in the chair, with the folder in front of me. Inside everything is separated by photos, videos and documents. Some photos are of me from my teenage days. I couldn't believe this man had such a thing about me.     “This is just a backup for now,” Jake tells me as I scroll through the photos. “Just in case it all disappears. “      Although I listen to him, it seems to me that he sounds far away. Charlotte's photos are even worse. I close the photo folder because I don't dare to continue looking. I feel like throwing up when I see them.     "This is horrible...“     "MC, now I want you to get ready." Jake sits next to me, holding my hand lovingly. “You are not going to like what you are going to read, but I want you to know that you can stop at any time, you don’t have to read everything.“      I nod and relax.  I read Peter and Schneider's conversations. A lump rises in my throat as I read Peter's words. He was someone I trusted, who was always there for me when I needed him, but he didn't really do it the way I thought. I start to cry, feeling bad about myself. I had been so blind...     "Why didn't I know to see it before?"     “It's not your fault.” Jake squeezes my hand hard, gently parting my hair to see my face.     "But I should have realized," I pointed to the screen, stifling a cry. "Do you know the worst of this? It's just that now I realize many things and they all point to the fact that he was a disgusting bastard. And I was treating him like a poor man who has been killed for being innocent when he is not!" I get so excited Jake hugs me to calm me down. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, unable to calm down even though the hug is warm. Feeling betrayed is horrible. I had him like a family member. But it's not me they've hurt, it's Charlotte. I don't want to think that without her, I would have ended up in her shoes. It's the worst thought I can have. The thing to do is find out what happened to her and ruin Schneider's career. It's what I want the most.     “I want to show you something.” Jake pulls me away slowly, playing a video. Seeing my father walk into the office makes my heart skip a beat. Hearing his voice made me have many memories. The more I watch the video, the more I understand.  He… He protected my mother and me.  My father never wanted Schneider to get close to me from the beginning, but now I understand why the friendship between him and Peter drifted away a bit. He doubted him, but he didn't want to because he was his friend. Unfortunately, he was always wrong. My father wasn't perfect, he too could have let his feelings come between the two of them and believe that his best friend wasn't a monster. No one wants to know that someone you trust can be something so… Terrible.     “He was always looking out for you, even years after it happened.” Jake tells me, though I don't look away from the computer.     "That's why he wanted me to forget it." I wipe away my tears and try to breathe calmly, even though I has a hard time. "He never liked talking about this case, but I would always bring it back."     "And is finally finished." I look at Jake, who seems more hopeful than me. "MC, you can leave it now. You have found the murderer who has hurt Charlotte, Ansel, and you and your father so much. Now you can stop."      Hearing Jake speak that way, I burst into tears again, but screaming in pain. Jake hugs me tighter again, whispering in my ear that everything was okay. All those times I was arguing for my father about this case, it was Schneider's fault. Because of him, the relationship with my father was always tense. He pretended everything was fine when it wasn't. I was never a victim: Charlotte, Oskar and my father were.For my part, I feel like I'm a trigger. The guilty.     "My idea is to access Schneider's computer and sync up all the screens in the station showing all this evidence." Jake slowly moves the computer away from me as I try to compose myself a bit.     "How... How long do you think you can take?"     "I don't know, it's much more secure than just one, plus…" I see that he frowns, looking at the screen very seriously. "It's weird, it doesn't seem like he's been online since yesterday."     "What do you mean?"     "He doesn’t logged in since last night." He tucks his hands under his chin thoughtfully. "And by the time it is, he should have been in by now. The program cannot identify me as a user."     "Something like an incognito tab?" I ask, with the only comparison in my head.     "Something like that, since the program is surveillance, I can come and go whenever I want, although that doesn't mean that Malcolm has put some special things for me given the position I have now." I keep looking at him a little confused, I think after so much information I feel like I'm exhausted again, although I'm not sleepy this time. "For example, if I wanted to now, I could go into your cell phone and look at the messages, and if you had received one at that moment, it wouldn't give it as read, since it detects that I'm only watching, not controlling it. But I can if I want to put a virus."     "And why do you have something like that? I mean…. That's bad if you're not careful."     "Serves as a distraction," he smiles proudly. "As long as the virus doesn't let him access the computer, I can keep it under control so that he doesn't delete anything. Activate and deactivate."     "You really impress me." I don't know how but he manages to make me smile.     "Like I always have, haven't I?"      I let out a small laugh and he joins me. I would spend hours listening to him talk about everything he likes and I wouldn't get tired. If I already understood the subject or not.     "Then maybe you can log in now with no problem." I say, looking at the computer, "And if he does log in to the computer-"     “I block it with the virus."     "Do you need help?"     "No, I'm fine." We both relaxed. The atmosphere is calm again.      I bite my lip remembering the chat. I have to tell him, it's impossible to hide it anymore.     “My congratulations about you and Aleena.” I say, my voice almost out from crying. "You both are really perfect for each other."     "MC, about that-"      I hear my cell phone ring from upstairs. I signal to Jake by way of apology and get up to go get it. I have to assume it's Phil. I couldn't talk to him yesterday because I told him I'd be busy.     <<I hope you don't realize from my voice that I've cried…. Please don't let him know... >> *Jake POV*  All I want her to know is that I'm not dating Aleena. It has nothing to do with my feelings towards MC, but I don't want them to tell her lies about me. But if it makes it easier for both of us to stay away with this lie, then I'll let it slide until this is over and she's married. While MC is on the cell phone, I keep an eye on Schneider's computer. He hasn't logged in yet. Where can he be? I need him to be there so that he is publicly humiliated in front of his co-workers for all that he has done. And also stop Hammer's funeral with honors. He does not deserve it. I feel my blood boil at the thought. I'm even angrier than when I found out that Richy was the culprit behind Hannah's kidnapping and that he wanted to lure MC into the mine. This situation is on another level. And if he ever removes the evidence, I can threaten Schneider that I have everything to charge him with. He will not escape his fate.     "Jake..." I turn to listen to MC. His expression is surprised "It was Richy... "     "Richy?" I frown, annoyed "Why did he call you from prison?"     "He wants me to go, he has said that something has happened, but he can't tell me over the phone. "      I grip the chair tightly, getting up quickly. I approach her, who raises her hands to stop me.     "Jake, wait-"     “I'm not going to let you go alone,” I say, prying her hands away from me carefully. "And this time you will be able to ask him why he wanted you to go to the mine.” She lowers her head, uncomfortable. I bring my hand to her chin and lift her face up, forcing her to look at me. "I'm with you and you need to know the truth."      She nods, slowly removing my hand. I have been able to notice how her hand trembles.     "Okay…he doesn't even know you yet."     "Well, it's about time he got to know me." Going back to the prison in less than twenty-four hours makes everyone look at us as we pass. The guards whisper as we pass by. MC is nervous, she hasn't told me why Richy wants to see her.  When Richy sees us go in, he shifts in the uncomfortable seat. He can't even look at us, well, at MC, even if he wants to, embarrassed and feeling guilty. Are their encounters always like this? Is it so hard for him to look the woman he threatened on the phone in the face? We sit down and he takes a quick look at me, to return to MC.     “I thought you were coming alone.” he says, his voice almost inaudible.     "Richy, this is Jake," MC looks at me and then at him, hands on the table, squeezing them tightly "Hannah and Lilly's brother."      I see how now he looks at me. Terrified. He knows exactly who I am because MC has told him about me. He know who I am for being the one who was investigating my sister's kidnapping with MC.     "I… I would shake your hand to greet you, but it's not allowed." I don't know if he's joking or just wants to be polite.     "I wouldn't accept it." I replied, controlling my anger.     "I know, but I don't know how to greet you." he ignores my look, turning back to MC "Well the thing is-"     "Not so fast." I cross my arms as I tense up. I can see MC's worried look. "We need to know one thing before you tell us what you have to tell us. But I don't want a vague answer, you're going to be direct. "     "Alright…"     "Why did you want MC to go to the mine?" I don't control my tone of voice, so I'm not calm.      MC places a hand on my arm, grabbing the fabric of my clothing. She is afraid of the answer. Richy sighs, scratching his forehead, thinking. He doesn't dare to look at us, it's hard for him. I'm sure MC is analyzing every gesture he makes, she must know much better what he thinks. I, on the other hand, let myself be carried away by rage. I can't feel sorry for him.     "I started to investigate MC right after faking my attack." he begins to narrate, still without looking at us "I needed to know who she was, but I only had a name, there was no more information about her."     "That’s why there was only my name in Michael's house and not any pictures." says MC, looking at Richy almost without blinking.     "I wanted more information, to scare you into letting my plan go through to the end. But I had to stop because Jessy and Thomas broke into the house. "     "That doesn't answer my question." I say annoyed.     "Okay," he tries to fit his hands into the cuffs. It seems that it annoys him "The more you investigated, the more afraid I was that you would find out who I really was. Your texts telling me to stop made me feel like that."     "I had my doubts because I didn't want to think that my friend was lying to my face." Now it's MC who is speaking harshly. It almost seems like a mother talking to her son. "You failed in not adding The Man Without a Face in your video call."     "I wanted to tell you everything in person" Richy's eyes pass by MC. He has no expression, just stares. "I would have told you the whole truth."     "And after that?" MC tries not to raise her voice, but it's clear that she's furious with him "Did you think that I was going to leave you alone in the mine to die?"     "It's better than being locked up here..." I bang on the table, glaring at him. Would he rather die than be here? Is he that cowardly?     “Hannah was already hurting from what she did in the past.” I say through clenched teeth ‘’She wanted to redeem herself and you psychologically tortured them."     "And who has had a better defense thanks to money?" Richy asks me annoyed. "Who really deserves justice but Jennifer Hanson?"     "Who made Amy Bell Lewis commit suicide?!"     "I had been guilty for years and I never received a word from them about what happened! They abandoned me as if I had not participated!"     "Both of you! Stop it!" MC yells at us, quite angry.      A guard approaches us quite serious. I think we should relax.     "The next time you raise your voice again, you leave, last notice. Is that clear?"     "Yes, we're sorry." MC apologizes for us.      The policeman walks away and we relax.     "Thanks for your answer, Richy." MC looks at him calmer, but I know she's upset. There are many feelings involved "Can we now talk about the subject we have come to?"     “Yeah, sure."      Richy and MC pull themselves together, while I'm still a little tense. I'm letting my emotions act instead of calming me down. This is not good for me.     “The guy you met with yesterday, Jan.” He pauses for a moment, looking at the policemen. Then he looks back at us. "Well, we find out that they found him dead in his cell, just before bedtime."     "Really?" I ask interested. This seems important. I look at MC who is listening carefully. It's like she already expected it to happen after what happened yesterday.     "There's quite a stir around the prison, actually," Richy clenches his hands on the table nervously, "they even say that a certain Manfred Schneider has disappeared after visiting the prison just after Han's body was discovered."    MC and I looked at each other. That's why the computer was down.     "From the way you look at each other, I think you know who I'm talking about."     "We're investigating that man," MC whispers, taking great care with her surroundings. "Let's say he did something and now we're trying to put him in jail."     "Well, if he's disappeared, we're going to have a hard time finding him," I also comment in a low voice. "He may have even disposed of his cell phone so they don't track him down if he's guilty of Jan's murder for having confessed to you that it was your father who hired him.” I look at MC worried. "What he's done having a connection with you."     "We have to be careful then." MC she hugs herself, afraid. "Who knows if he will come for me."     "Seeing you guys talk reminded me of Jessy and me," Richy smiles wistfully. But is it a sincere smile or does he want us to feel sorry for him? "I hope one day she come to see me... I miss her so much."     "I highly doubt that after everything you did to her, she wants to see you," MC reproaches him. "Thanks for the information, Richy and…. Thanks for your sincerity."     "You're welcome." He looks straight into her eyes. What I feel is not jealousy, but anger. For everything he did. He shouldn't have the right to look at her that way. "And give my regards to the group… Although I know that no one is going to want it, but…. I want you to know that I still consider you my friends."     "Sure." MC slowly gets up from the table and I do the same. I see that she tremble a little from so many emotions in so few days. "Take care Richy."     "I'm saying the same thing," he looks at me now and smiles. "Nice to have met you Jake."     "The feeling isn't mutual." I replied, turning me around to leave.      We walked calmly unlike yesterday. No one says a word on the way home. I look at MC who keeps walking silently. She doesn't look at me or speak.     "Are you okay?" I ask, worried about what happened.      She shoots me a quick look, as if she's annoyed with me.     "MC, if you are at this moment doubting whether to feel sorry for Richy, it is better that you forget it."     "How can you say that?" She turns abruptly, stopping me "None of this would have happened if Hannah had sat down to talk to Richy too and reached an agreement before wanting to redeem herself!"      "Are you blaming my sister now? You're serious?"     "NO! It's just- AG!" she sits on the first bench she sees, putting her hands to her head "The threats, pretending he didn't know who Jennifer was, attacking Jessy, taking pictures of her friends, being cold-blooded about take the corpse of a person who had committed suicide and leave it in the woods, the damned house he rented… It was all the work of a madman! Not someone cowardly as you say! I thought he really was going to kill them all! You know the fear of someone wanting to kill your friends?!" I sit next to her, letting out a long breath. Of course I knew. That's why I distanced myself from my friends. Because I thought that by getting into trouble, I would put them in danger. I was afraid that I might hurt them. Although I was more afraid that someone could betray me in exchange for surviving. Though I wouldn't have blamed them. We humans do anything to survive, after all.     “You have a right to be mad at him,” I finally say. ”But believe me when I say that what he did to you I will never be able to forgive him. Yeah, what Hannah did of leaving him out wasn't right, but you went through something I'll never forgive myself for.”     We look at each other and I see that she continues with anger in her eyes. I try to be the calm one of the two now.     "It's not your fault, stop apologizing-"     "I'll do it as many times as I need, MC." I move a lock from her face, to see her gaze perfectly. ”But I hope you have found peace with his answer.”     “What did he want me to feel guiltier because he died because I couldn't save him?” She lets out a soft laugh ”What a peace…”     "Well, actually, I would have felt guilty not to since I was the one in the mines."      She nods with a shrug, still with that look on her face. The last thing she says leaves me surprised.     "I would have killed him if you had died because of him."     “Come here.” I say, inviting her to hug me.      MC approaches me and hugs me tight. I try to calm her anger as best I can, stroking her hair to calm her down. Little by little, I notice that her body is no longer tense and her breath tickles my neck. For a moment we forgot about the case and talked about something we never did. The only good thing Richy did was that we got to know each other. That's the only thing I'm thankful for. *MC POV*  All this accumulated anger had never let go. I think I had never spoken of Richy in this way. Every time I would come back from seeing him, I would always say 'Oh, it did well' but it didn't. I guess I didn't want to worry anyone with my way of thinking towards him, the rest were already angry enough for me to be too. Someone had to calm them down.     "Are you better?" Jake pulls me away and smiles at me.     "Yes, thanks." I smile back, much calmer. "Okay, we should- Jake?      I see how his expression changes, he seems alert. He makes a sign to me in a hidden way.     “I think someone's watching us.” he says, looking carefully around so he doesn't show it.     "Schneider?"     "No, I don't know," he makes me stand up next to him, still nervous "I haven't been able to see anyone."     "And what do we do?"     "For now, we can't go home." We walk slowly so as not to raise suspicions that we know we're being watched. "We have to blend in with people until they know we're out of danger."      I try to think of where would be the perfect place to lose someone who is chasing you. I have never seen myself in this situation before.     "It's weekend…" I comment, thoughtful "Is it worth a shopping center? There are a lot of people there."     "Yes, and so I can secretly use my cell phone to locate a signal that is approaching us while we go to the mall."     "Then let's go." Chapter 23

[cerriddwenluna]

Idk which ones you've already answered so I'm throwing a metaphorical dart at a board here (also forgot which ones I picked immediately). Um... 18, 25, 35 😊

Your guess is as good as mine lol. Thanks for playing! <3

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

I was soooo tempted to pick a passage from Saving Grace, but my conscious won out. People should only be traumatised by that if they voluntarily read it lol. Have a few lines from Puppy Paradise instead!

Kurt ran his hand down the dog's curly head. “Thanks, that means a lot.” “Um, Kurt?” “Yeah?” he said absently.  “That’s not the dog…”

That passage almost didn't make it in, and I can't even credit myself for the idea. I was in a group chat on @the-lima-bean's discord talking about that stump me ask game and what I should write for my fills (no worries, yours is still being worked on! xD) and it was one of those 'you know what would be funny?' jokes that I then proceeded to take seriously et voilà =D It was a little more over the top at first, but I figured I should dial it down a bit so as to not make Kurt die of embarrassment lol

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Reading the actual question, I remember that I have answered this before here, but lets dig up another not completely irrelevant detail ;)

I think I mentioned it briefly in the story, but in Bem Vindo, Kurt likes to draw Blaine. He's got two sketchbooks for that, a 'public' one and a private one that is disguised as a dated issue of Vogue. Blaine knows about the private one of course, sometimes he'll model for Kurt for that one, or he'll wake up from a post sex nap to find Kurt furiously sketching him. What Blaine doesn't know, is that Kurt is working on a present for Blaine to keep him company when Kurt is away in New York. He had already given him a Polaroid camera for christmas, so Blaine could take pictures of Kurt for those long and lonely nights, but Kurt is also drawing art of them together, that he will put into an album along with some short scenes written out (if he can find the guts to actually write out their fantasies/experiences).

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

I first answered that one a few days ago, but I suppose another rule I happily ignore the shit out of is the clichés are bad 'rule'. Sometimes, things become a cliché because they are just too damn good and everybody thinks so. That's not to say that they can't be *really* badly executed, but anyone who feels like creating anything should always feel free to do so, and fuck those who don't appreciate it because of their own narrow views =D

[didyoubringauntienat]

Affiance Tale Part 4

Summary: Wanda and Y/n are sent on a mission alone after the high tension between them. A simple surveillance and retrieve mission goes horribly wrong.

Word count: 2037 words 😨

Warnings: Injuries, fluff, torture, mentions of blood ( @imdoingsortagay helped with the warnings 😊)

Taglist: @lilaloubear @stephanieromanoff @haeva @catasha

It had been three weeks since you skipped out on Wanda and let's just say tension in the compound was high. The morning you left you realised that you had actually taken her to your room so you had to borrow some clothes from Natasha as you feared going back to your room as Wanda might still be there. It seemed that your relationship with Wanda had worsened after the night you spent together

Whenever you walked past each other she’d bash into you with her shoulder before storming off. You’d always catch her glaring at you in meetings. It got so bad that you started to have your meals quite late just to avoid her. 

Even the team noticed it so you weren’t surprised that Fury called you and Wanda into an important meeting. 

“Whatever is going on with you two… it’s gotta stop. It’s affecting the whole morale of the group and nobody wants to work with either of you!” Fury barked at us as you tried your best not to look at Wanda but you couldn’t help yourself. 

You could only see the side of her but that was enough. Her jaw was clenched and eyebrows furrowed with her arms crossed as she listened to Fury. “I don’t see what you want us to do. It’s not like we can just kiss and make up.” She replied through almost gritted teeth.

“Already tried that approach…” You mumbled softly so only you could hear but from the glare that Wanda shoots you, it mustn’t have been as quiet as you thought.

“That’s why I’m sending you both on a mission. Hopefully, being alone together for a few months will sort this out.” This bit shocked you. You hadn’t really been listening so you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly.

“What?” 

“Fuck no!” 

You and Wanda overlapped with your confusion and her protests. 

“It’s this or you aren’t an avenger and you y/l/n aren’t a shield agent. Do I make myself clear?” 

So here you are now currently undercover in a suburban area as a married couple. You were sent out to find this drug lord called kingpin that had been preying on the youths of this area. Wanda and yourself agreed to put your differences aside until after the mission. 

You were currently unloading boxes from the truck whilst Wanda was chatting to a nosy brunette who you assumed to be your new neighbour. You watched them for a while before heading inside. You place the box down next to the stairs before going into one of the side rooms. The room automatically lit up as soon as you stepped in.

“Good morning special agent y/l/n.” The sound of F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice gently hit your ears as all of the equipment Tony made slowly come through the wall. The surveillance computers came to life as you closed the door behind you. 

“Hey Friday. Could you bring up the main security camera? I wanna see how much of the street we can see… Also, I need the suspect profiles as well. On paper please.” The AI didn’t reply but you soon heard the tell-tell signs of papers being printed. You sat down at the computer that F.R.I.D.A.Y had brought the camera up on. You gently toggled the control stick, you frown as you notice Wanda is gone but that neighbour from before is staring daggers right into the camera. “What the…”

“Hey.” You jump at the disruption before turning around to see a smirking Wanda. “You left the door open… all the warm air was escaping… What’s that?” Her eyes flicker from your own eyes to the screen.

You look back at the screen that the neighbour was gone and all you could see was the fence that divided your gardens. “Uh, just one of the cameras… I was testing it out. Who was that woman you were talking to?” You spin fully around so your whole attention is on Wanda.

“Her? Why?” Her nostrils flare from jealousy of your sudden interest in the neighbour. “Agnes something. Trust me you wouldn’t like her… very in your face” 

You roll your eyes as you get out of your seat, which Wanda steals, to get the paperwork F.R.I.D.A.Y printed. “Everyone is a suspect until proven otherwise Wanda… Rule number one.” You mutter the last bit as you move towards the exit.  

You and Wanda had been in the neighbourhood for about three weeks now and so far nothing substantial has happened. Agnes has invited the both of you to a neighbourhood dinner party tonight so you hope that something will go down tonight. You were both currently getting ready for the party.

“Hey, could you zip me up?” You glance at Wanda to see her struggling with the zipper on her dress. You walk over and rest your hand on her waist as you slowly zip her up. “Thanks.” 

Your hands linger on her body for a moment before stepping back. “You’re welcome…” you sigh before beckoning her to turn around. “Can we talk?” 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Y/n… it’s better to just leave it in the past and learn to be civil with each other.” She rubs her arm as she nervously looks up at you.

“I just wanted to apologise for leaving you to wake up on your own… I regret it.” 

“Then why did you? I thought we were going to be okay after that night.”

“I know but all I could think about was how you stood me up at the coffee shop and how it really hurt.” You sigh as you look away, you almost gasp when Wanda caresses your cheek and turns you to look back at her.

“I never wanted to hurt you… but when I heard you were a Stark… I just couldn’t do it.”

“I’m nothing like my father though and you would have seen that if you actually got to know me and not just assume shit because of my title.”

She wipes a tear quickly, hoping you don’t notice. Her hand drops from your face and moves to hold both of your hands. “I regret it every day Y/n… because I…”

You step closer and break your personal space with each other. “You what Wanda?”

She laughs awkwardly and tilts her head back, she wipes her face before looking at you. “I really like you. I thought I could bottle it down but… God!” She pulls your face close, her lips hovering against yours. “You’re it for me.” 

Before she could take it back you kiss her. She immediately kisses you back, her arms wrapping around your neck. Unlike the previous kisses you’ve shared like the night you got together and the ones you’ve shared as a ‘married couple’, this one was real and full of all the emotions you’ve hidden from each other.

As the kiss gets more deeper and desperate, Wanda slowly pulls you towards the bed that you’ve never shared. Realising that you have dinner tonight, you reluctantly pull away. “Wanda…”

“No, please… I can’t go back to how it was…” She looks up at you pleadingly, her hands tightly holding your own. 

You have to stop yourself from laughing. “No, I just mean we have a party to attend soon so maybe we should save this for later?” You give her a goofy grin as you gently rub your thumbs against her hands. “I promise that nothing will make us go back to how it was.” 

She softly nods before pulling away, Wanda walks over to the mirror and touches up her make-up. “I’m ready to go now.”  She walks back over and wipes her lipstick off the corner of your lip. “Let’s go.” 

You both arrive quickly at Agnes’ house, where she’s already stood on the porch waiting for you as if she knew exactly when you would arrive. “Wanda darling! And you brought your wife with you!” 

“Yep! Finally got her out of the house.” You felt uneasy as you watched the pair of them talk, something was off with this Agnes woman. You were too busy watching them that you jumped when Wanda gave you her coat. “Can you go put our coats in the bedroom babe?” Wanda smiles at you and for the first time, it was a genuine smile.

“Sure babe, will you get me a drink whilst I do that?” She nods before going inside. You follow her in but go up the stairs, you walk into the first bedroom you see and gently lay your coats on the pillow, as you’re doing this you hear the door shut and seal in. “What the?” 

You hear a voice begin talking to you through you assumed a speaker. “Time to sleep agent Y/l/n.” 

“Fuck” A purple-tinged gas started to fill the room, and you press down on your earpiece. “Fury! Wanda! Anyone! Our cover is blown. I repeat. Our cover is blo-” Before you could finish you dropped to the ground and everything went black, you could only hope so heard you…

You wake up but all you could see was darkness, you immediately assume you’re in some kind of dingy basement as you can smell the dampness. It made you gag as it was so strong. “So this is one of the agents that have been spying on me? Pathetic.” You didn’t recognise the voice but you could only assume it was Kingpin. Your eyes flinch when they remove whatever was covering your eyes. He slaps you hard to the point he busts your lip after a moment you glare up at him. “Who sent you?”

“Fuck you.” He backhands you immediately, it takes you a moment to look back up at him as he knocked the wind out of you.

“Who fucking sent you?!” He starts to hit and punch you time and time again, each hit harder than the last.

You cough up some blood and spit it out at his feet, you could feel your eye bruising over. “Your mum.”

He laughs before kneeing you in the face. You groan and tilt your head forwards but he grabs the back of your hair and yanks your head back to look at him. “Tell me who sent you or the redhead gets it.” You gulp at that. You’re fine with being tortured but you wouldn’t last if they hurt Wanda. “I thought that would shut you up. So are you gonna talk?”

“Hey Agnes! Have you seen my wife anywhere? She’s just been gone a while… and she’s left the bedroom.” Wanda had been looking for you for a while and she was beginning to get worried.

“I think she’s hanging out with some of the husbands outside but I’m not sure… I will keep an eye out for her.” With that Agnes quickly disappeared.

Wanda gave one more look around the house and garden before signalling Fury that something wasn’t right. “Where are you Y/n…”

You screamed in agony as the clamp trapping your hand squeezed your bones. “Who sent you, agent?! I could do this all day cause hell this is fucking fun.” Kingpin screamed in your ear as you held back the tears and the intel.

“I’m not telling you jackshit!” Kingpin grunted before walking over to his table of instruments. As he did all you could think of was Wanda, and you hope she’s safe.

“I wonder if the witch will still like you if you’re missing a few limbs?” He turned around so you could see a rusty hacksaw.

You gulped as you eyed the saw. “You don’t have the guts.”

“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong.” Before he could step any closer the door to the basement blew to pieces.

“SHIELD! Drop your weapons and raise your hands where we can see them!” An agent shouted as all their guns pointed at Kingpin.

You could see at the top of the stairs Agnes being held down by two agents and Wanda watching them.

As you were untied all the energy of what Kingpin did you caught up. As you dropped to the floor again you heard someone scream “Y/N” and then everything went black.

[ontowanderlust]

Thank you, Alia!😊

So, yesterday we were having test for 10 minutes (we are studying online now) and one of my group/classmate was like: " Oh, let's do it together", and I agreed 'cause we did some tests together already. And you know what, he did not help AT ALL. Like literally, I asked him 2 questions and he was like "wait, I'll google it", and I found answers faster than him, and I was like "Oh, I found on 5th question, what in 6th?" and nothing, he didn't even bother to google it I think, 'cause after some time he was like "Hey, Lia what in 6th question?"

And after I passed it, I understood that I picked wrong answer by mistake, like misclicked, and I didn't answer right on this 6th question, cause I did it in last second like by random and didn't know right answer, and I didn't answer on one of open question, where we write answer by ourselves, and maybe answer to another open question is not quite right like 50/50 right... AND N (the guy I was talking about) literally, LITERALLY send me photos of test like, what here, and there, like half of questions out of all, excluding open ones. And I, already crying cause I'm so stupid to answer on simple questions and test right, and being maybe too kind or naive (idk) helped him, I even gave him right answer to a question I misscliked, ‘cause idk something in me was like doing it. (*I like helping others, like it’s brings me joy + you know it just right to help someone if you can, I think)

Like after I calmed down, I understood, that he knew literally nothing, or knew but didn't even bother to help me. And the problem was that it was like automatic? test like it ended after 10 minutes you start it...

So, I felt both sad and disappointed at myself, that I didn’t pass this test on high points, I felt sad that I knew right answer but have chosen wrong one at the end, and that I’m too naïve and gullible, that I agreed to N’s idea. Like there was another person, lets name him M, he did send me answer to 6th question when I asked, but I didn’t see his message with answer ‘cause there were too many notifications from our group chat...

And like I think that it's all my fault, like I wanted to end this semester with high points, to make my relatives proud and don’t disappoint them and so they won’t be worrying about it too much, like to support them in the way like, “look guys everything will be fine, no need to worry to much” and now I don’t know what my final points for this subject will be, we’ll have another test for this subject next week, and I decide to ignore N, if he’ll propose again. And today I thought that I could write to lecturer that “sorry, but internet died, and I couldn’t answer open question, ‘cause time ended” which is quite true, connection was poor but it didn’t die and, it's too late now. Like … you know … I fell really stupid that I maybe overthink and trying to idk like justify, that it wasn’t all completely my fault…

Again, thank you for agreeing to listen to my thoughts, sorry if they began to make no sense at some point, ‘cause the more I think about it, the more I think that it just me finding fault with this whole story😔

Heyaaaaa! Okay so that’s a lot to unpack right there, friend and I’m sorry if I can only offer virtual hugs for you. 🥺

Anyway.

I understood what you’re feeling. I’ve had my fair share about people like that and I know it’s unfair and it feels like you’ve been robbed despite you offering your help in the first place and your feelings are valid. Especially since you’ve said that the person didn’t even give you any acknowledgement with what you’ve done for them.

It’s not your fault, please try to accept that, okay? You’ve done all that you could and that’s enough for now, mkay? I know it’s hard but you have to give yourself credit too. Don’t beat up yourself and learn how to forgive your mistakes even if it seems small things like this.

If you try to forgive yourself now, it won’t be hard for you to pick yourself up when you stumble in the future. You still have a long way to go, don’t let yourself get tired in the middle of your journey, mkay?

I, for one, would like to commend you for helping that classmate of yours (even if they’re being rude) I hope that this mishap won’t make you shift your perspective, thinking it’s a bad thing to help others. Regulate yourself okay? See what you can do and let them figure out the rest. 🤗🤗

Treat yourself with comfort food, dearie! You got this!

Remember that there’s someone in this world who’s always rooting for you, mkay?

[theyluvkarolina]

౨ৎ SOMETHIN’ STUPID ౨ৎ

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SUMMARY౨ৎ Being Max’s strategist is a experience you’d cherish forever. The constant laughter, friendly teasing, shared smiles after wins, is also something Max would never change. But in Max's case, he see’s nothing of this as simply friendly. But sometimes, words are best kept to oneself.

PAIRING ౨ৎ Max Verstappen x Strategist!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ some photos of kelly get used but i blur out her face, rejection, ANGSTY 🥴🥴, a very slight song fic? (they are listening to it so not really a song fic)

A/N ౨ৎ So so sorry this took longer than expected! My schedule was not my bestie last week 😞 but i have a very special note for my pookie bear ash at the bottom 🫶🫶 (FOLLOW HER ON @maxtermind !! SHE HAS AMAZING WORKS)

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y/n_rbstrat ✔︎

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y/n_rbstrat Max. Maxie. Max Emilian Verstappen ladies and gentlemen, your 2021 World Champion. I’m so lucky and proud to have been your strategist and I pray it’s this way for years to come. Seeing you grow along with me is something I’m forever grateful for. I love you so much, my best friend 🩷

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username1 STOP THE MAX CELEBRATION POST :(

username2 what if i started crying rn

username3 “I love you so much, my best friend” hurt.

→ username4 NO BC WTF DO YOU MEAN FRIENDS??? Y/N HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE LOOKS AT YOU?? → username5 max is punching air.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ couldn’t have done it without the best strategist ever ❤️

→ y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ and i couldn’t have done it with the best driver ever 😊 ❤️ → landonorris ✔︎ fucking hell just kiss already → username6 HELP LANDO → username7 bro had enough → landonorris ✔︎ trust me if you see these two all the time in person and refuse to acknowledge their feelings, you want it to be done with. → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ what are you talking about?? → landonorris ✔︎ you know. → username8 if they don’t get together i think i might throw myself off the highway → charles_lelerc ✔︎ “best strategist” huh?

username9 max and y/n hugging is my roman empire.

username10 we are all delusional for y/nstappen.

maxverstappen1 ✔︎

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maxverstappen1 truly unbelievable. i want to thank red bull, my family, friends, y/n, and everyone else for their support. 2021 World Champion 🏆 🎉

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username11 Y/N GETTING HER OWN MENTION HAS MY HEART 😭

username12 if they don’t date i might cry

username13 the hug 😭 ❤️

username14 i feel so single rn

charles_leclerc ✔︎ congratulations! i hope you remember our deal 😉

→ landonorris ✔︎ why wasn’t I informed about this deal??? → georgerussel63 ✔︎ we all know you can’t keep a secret lando → alexalbon ✔︎ says the one that follows gossip accounts and asks us if we know stuff in the gc. → georgerussel63 ✔︎ im not as bad as charles and pierre… those two do it in public WITHOUT SHAME 😒 → pierregasly ✔︎ DONT DRAG ME INTO THIS → username15 HELLO WHAT IS ALL OF THIS?? → username16 NO BECAUSE I NEED TO BE PART OF THIS F1 GROUP CHAT 😭

y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ stop it max i’m going to cry!! im so proud of you! i would never trade my favorite driver for anything in the world ❤️🥹

→ danielricciardo ✔︎ favorite driver??? what the hell am i?? 🙄 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ the side piece now that you left → danielricciardo ✔︎ uncalled for. → y/n_rbstrat ✔︎ be nice boys pls :( → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ yes ma’am → danielricciardo ✔︎ simp → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ i didn’t know being nice was me being a simp → danielricciardo ✔︎ mate, i saw you literally carrying all her things into the paddock?? you never did that for me → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ last time i checked she’s MY ENGINEER → danielricciardo ✔︎ ugh whatever you say… → username17 guys idk about you but i think max only likes y/n → username18 the way he doe everything for her and she doesn’t see this as love 😭 → username19 i mean she did say in a interview she wasn’t looking for any relationships because of how good her career is doing → username20 idk about anyone else.. but I feel like the day max confesses is the day their relationship comes crashing down. → username21 DON’T START SAYING THIS BS NOW.

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In Person

The heavy, thumping bass reverberates through the walls as you stand in the corner of the club. The club was never your thing. The floors constantly holding spilled drinks and other concoctions, the smell of BO and alcohol overwhelming your senses, the crowded atmosphere filled with sweating people… safe to say if it weren’t for Max dragging you out to be with the team celebrating you would be wrapped in blankets watching some sort of trashy reality TV show.

Max finally made his way over to you, a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly in his element here. He took in the sight of you. Every curve of your body, yevery way your hair falls, the way your eyes twinkle slightly when you notice him, the look of your red lips. He can never get tired of it.

"Hey, glad you made it out," he shouted over the music, the classic rasp in his voice showing as he clapped you on the back trying to hope you haven’t noticed his staring.

You managed a weak smile, feeling out of place amidst the pulsating energy of the club. "Of course," you replied, slightly raising your voice to be heard, “ you think I’d miss celebrating your Championship win?”.

Max gave a smile, “Never. Besides, if you said no, I’d find someway to get you to come over here.”.

You raised a brow at his statement. “Really? How so?”

Max let out a hum as he sloshed his drink in his cup. “Hm… I’m not too sure. Not seeing the cats are a good place to start.”, a smirk tugged at his lips.

Your raised brow turned into a furrow in disbelief, “You wouldn’t dare… not Jimmy and Sassy… they love me!” You exclaimed while Max gave a laugh, running his hand through his blonde stands, well more of him doing a hair-tuck to his nonexistent length. The conversation soon comes to a halt, although the music is booming, it felt as if it is just you and him in the entire world at the moment. It was your own form of silence. A comfortable one.

"How about we get out of here.” He suggested, breaking the silence.

“Leave? Max, we just got here! You said-“

“I asked you to celebrate with me, I never said where. It’s my Championship win after all.” He smiled, his eyes wrinkling from his proposition. “We only met here because this is where the team would be. It’s not as if they would notice we’re gone anyways… they are too wasted to even think.”

You tried to hide your smile but failed as Max extended his hand pressing it against your back, his eyes shining with mischief.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he urged. And suddenly, the pulsating energy of the club faded into the background as if the world outside those doors was beckoning to you.

You both stepped out into the cool night air, and beyond the hustle and bustle of the city, there was a strange serenity. It was as if time slowed down, and you found myself feeling more alive than you had in a long while. Max’s hand felt warm… reassuring… friendly. A steady presence in the midst of the urban chaos.

Being a woman in the industry of Formula One caused many controversies, let alone being a engineer to one of the possible best upcoming drivers in the history of the sport. From the sexist comments from other Formula One fans, to even your own people, co-workers in the workplace. Their degrading looks given to you if you even tried to hold a conversation with them was enough to be said. It wasn’t until a response to a interview did others begin to take you seriously. One that Max himself gave.

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"Max, how do you feel about having a new, female engineer like Y/N on your team, especially during such a critical incident like the one with Bottas in Hungary? Do you think her gender affected her performance under pressure and can contribute to this race in Belgium? I mean, women are known to crack more under pressure then men.“ The interviewer asked as the room went quiet, a singular cough reverberating in the room from the tension of the atmosphere becoming so thick you can cut it with a knife.

“Excuse me?” Max questioned, his voice holding a tone filled of disbelief and slight disgust.

“I said, Max, how do you feel about-“

“No, no, I understood what you said I’m not deaf.” Her cut the journalist off making the journalist pause his speech and hold his tongue. “Look, I couldn’t care less about her gender. What matters to me is if she can do the job, which she’s been doing remarkably well. And as for the incident with Bottas in Hungary, she handled the pressure just like any other competent engineer would. It wasn’t her fault. I’ll take the blame for it. Her gender has nothing to do with it. If anything, it adds a fresh perspective to our team, and that’s a good thing. Now if anyone has any other questions like this asshole over here, I would pick another question to do.”

No one dared to speak of you the way the interviewer did.

After the interview, you approached Max who happened to be watching over some data from the sim. Blue eyes focused with such intensity that he didn’t even notice you.

”Max, I wanted to thank you for standing up for me in there. It means a lot to have your support." You commented softly, not wanting to disrupt him due to Max being known for his rather… straightforward and blunt responses.

"No problem. We're a team, and a team supports each other. Your gender shouldn’t matter in the first place. It’s all about weather you can do your job and your doing just fine.” He said matter of fact.

You nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. You weren’t used to it one bit. But it felt amazing. As if you can actually walk somewhere and not be treated as if you were a piece of dirt.

”Thanks you... I'm glad to be part of this team, and I'll keep giving my best."

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A tender look graced your face as you remember the memory, finally gaining a friend in the hell of a industry, but you wouldn’t change it in the world if it meant that you got to meet Max and work with him. While you both walked along the quiet streets, the sounds of the city and the soft glow of the street lights enveloping us in a kind of magical cocoon.

“So… where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” was his only response, making you roll your eyes.

You two continued walking until you reach a secluded area on the white, sandy beach of the UAE. You look up to the dark, noir sky. The sun was long gone and the only shine that hits your skin was the moonlight, complemented by the clusters of stars crafting their own soft glow. Max stared at you as if you were some sort of marble statue, hand crafted by the Greeks.

How can someone be so beautiful?

The humming song from a nearby restaurant or bar was the only sound heard. It was a gentle melody, one that fits the mood so far into the night.

"Care to dance?” Max finally asked, snapping you out of your trance.

“Dance? What are we? In our early 20’s?” You teased, eyes meeting his blue eyes that glisten like the moon’s reflection in the oceans waves.

"Age doesn't define how we have fun," he retorted. You couldn't help but snort a bit, feeling the lightheartedness of the moment.

"Alright, why not?" you agreed, letting him lead you to a spot under the faint light of a nearby lamppost. He placed his calloused hand onto the small of your back, close to your hip just as he did to lead you out of the club, then leading your hand to be placed onto his shoulder

As the music enveloped you, you swayed to the gentle rhythm, feeling the warmth of the sand under your feet and the cool breeze from the ocean as his eyes meet yours.

`` I practice every day, To find some clever lines to say, To make the meaning come true ``

“I’m proud of you you, y’know that?”

“You’ve told me once or twice.”

“It’s true though.” You reassure.

“It’s just as true as me saying how beautiful you are.”

`` But then I think I'll wait Until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you ``

You let out a chuckle. “Smooth Max Emilian Verstappen. Very smooth. Practicing for some girl that caught your eye or something?”

His eyes slightly widen before losing contact with yours, “Maybe I am…”, his cheeks being brushed with a slight red.

“Well she must be a lucky girl. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

It goes faint.

`` The time is right, your perfume fills my head The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue ``

“Can-…” Max starts glancing back at you before cutting himself off choking on his own words.

“What is it, Max?”

“Godverdomme… can I tell you something?”

“Anything. I’m you friend after all.”

Friend.

`` And then I go and spoil it all By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you" ``

"I love you.”

“You… you what?”

Your movement stops.

“I love you Y/N. So much. Ever since you walked in the office I-“

“No… no no no… “

“…What?”

“Max… please tell me your messing with me…”

He is just your friend. But you’re his everything.

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A/N 2 ౨ৎ Ash, my love, my pookie, the love of my life, you my love re the reason I’m here today. If it weren’t for you reaching out and becoming friends with me in March, I don’t know where I’d be right now. Whether it be reviewing our work together, watching GP’s together, sending THOSE edits to one another, and even just random rants and talks, I’m glad it was you who I was with when I started my writing journey and I wouldn’t change a thing. I really hope you like this fic, I def tried my best with it 🥹🫶 LOVE YOU LOTS LOVELY 🩷