#Modest is Hottest

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Kate is the Jewel in the Crown

Anna Wintour was asked for the name of a fashion role model and she chose Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, who is "always impeccably dressed."

Modest is Hottest

Classy

Or...

Tacky, Trashy and Ostentatious

Surely this was an April Fool's interview. Why else would this woman think people should value her fashion opinions?

Diana was young and chose her engagement ring solely based on size. She said the jeweler brought her a tray of rings and she simply chose the ring with the largest stone. Today Catherine wears that same ring and several other pieces of jewelry not just for the beauty but also for the sentiments. She's an artist and a historian who understands her role as a princess in a family legacy and the value of monarchy in a modern society.

[escaping-amish]

Y’all- after 28 years, I present to you all my FIRST pair of denim jeans

Shout out to the Pentecostals who will gasp in absolute horror at the sight of this

[mishkakagehishka]

I hate wearing an outfit i haven't worn before without first testing it out by going grocery shopping. I can't tell if it looks good or not👹

[angeltism]

why am I so HOTTT

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

I was honestly astonished that prairie dresses caught on because I remember the last time they were popular and it was not in the boho 70s. it was among Christian homeschoolers in the late 90s and early 2000s.

[janisbuggybones]

Rent-a-yandere!....please, we're begging you take them off our hands.

Janis Foster (my oc) × gn!reader

Cw: yandere, rent a partner situation, trans girl yandere, poly relationship kinda, pretty short idk what else I could say, pretty boring tbh (only realizing this as I got to the elevator part :( )

Og idea is from @moyazaika on this post that I kinda spit balled off of and then got the motivation to write again.

You can't believe you found yourself coming to this. One too many late night browsing sessions led you to get overwhelmed with adverts about this new fad in the dating scene. Rent-a-yandere, the hottest site online where you could find a devoted lover for cheap.99 per hour. In all honesty, it did seem appealing when compared to the heartbreak and trauma you've expierienced prior, but you dare stoop so low?

"Hello darling, are you (y/n) (l/n)?" A tall girl said from behind you. She had beautiful pearly paper white skin and matching hair put in one long braid. She had piercing red eyes and dare you mention her height? She was at least nearly twice your height, but her body wasn't well built. She couldn't have been living very healthily If she was that skinny. She had a large chest, despite her skinny body, well in her description it had said she had some cosmetic surgery done before. It didn't look fake or anything and it's not like she showed it off. She wore a modest black turtle neck with small embroidered hearts on the cuffs and chest of the sweater. The sweater was paired with some baggy black jeans and simple black work boots.

Fuck yes

"Oh, yeah that's me...you're Janis Foster, right?" You found yourself asking after getting over the height difference. Shit, were you being rude? She's really pretty, come on, don't fuck it up.

"Yep, the one and only. Honestly I'd be surprised if anyone got me confused for someone else." She smiled softly, her soft pink lips looked tantalizing. "Well, let's be on our way then. I've arranged a breakfast date for us before a big day of fun" She said as she grabbed your hand with her own cold and large hand. Her nails lacked any polish and were neatly manicured.

You remembered you picked the option for her to come up with the itinerary. You hoped it wouldn't be too exhausting, the public can be a bit overwhelming. "A-ah okay!" You find yourself smiling slightly as you went along with her.

She took you to an animal themed Cafe nearby, themed after your favorite pet animal. "I thought you'd like this, darling" She giggled as she checked you both in, having made a reservation. You recall mentioning your favorite animal in the description of yourself they required you to give them.

"Nice and quiet, and they limit it to 10 customers in here at any given time, so I won't have to worry" She giggled innocently but you read between the lines. It made you blush at the thought of such an attractive woman getting jealous of you.

You two were taken to your seat, a seat in the back where one of the animals sat on the table. You promptly gave your order and she gave hers before you were left alone with her.

"Honestly I'm not much of an animal person..I feel like it's a good bit of upkeep that i couldn't keep up with. But I do have a little lavender bunny at home. His name is Geo" She said, starting a conversation as she looked around.

"Oh? Is he purple? I didn't know bunnies could be purple" you said, interested as you looked at the calm animal on the table before it left, instead taking the window sill beside your table as its resting place.

"Oh they do, it's a bit rarer than your average bunny so he cost a good bit, but he's Oh so adorable" She smiled, her bluish eyes landing on you. "I'd say nearly as much as you, cutie" She teased, which left you blushing slightly as you avoided her eye contact for a second.

"O-oh yeah?" You smiled slightly, you never were able to take compliments well.

"Mhm, oh look, food's here" She smiled as the waitress brought your orders. Janis had ordered a simple cup of juice, a bagel, and small bowl of a variety of fruits.

"Thank you for coming here today" the waitress said with a smile as she walked to serve another table.

Janis stared at her for a second with an unreadable expression before turning to you. "In my opinion, breakfast isn't that good. Lunch and dinner foods are far superior" She said with a sip of her juice.

That statement had ignited a conversation that then strayed to your favorite foods and then on to other topics as you ate and enjoyed her company. She wasn't too overwhelming and was sweet up until you two had been finished for a good bit and were asked to leave because her reservation had ended.

She pouted but complied, leaving with you to her next planned activity.

"You had mentioned you liked anime and movies, so I thought we could see that new studio ghibli movie together?" She said with a contagious smile. "You know the guy who writes them and all, Hayao Miyazaki? He keeps announcing his retirement but then goes back to the studio with a new script each time, it's pretty funny when in the interviews with employees they complain about that." She giggled.

"Oh? I can imagine the frustration they must feel" you smiled slightly as you two entered the theater. You then realized, shit, this place is gonna be crowded. Fuck, you hoped it wouldn't be too overwhelming. She then promptly paid for your tickets and some snacks to accompany your movie viewing.

You two passed the many movie posters on the halls as you walked to the movie screening. Dread hit you as you opened the door and you two went in, only to crumble away when the theater had been empty. Did she really book this entire theater room for you?

"Yeah I'm not too good in a crowd either, I'm a walking distraction" She smiled slightly as she led you two to a good pair of seats in the middle of the theater.

"U-uhm I don't know what to say-t-thank you, this is crazy. How did you get your company to pay for something like this?" You found yourself asking. "W-wait sorry I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry..." you apologize a second later after seeing how that could be offensive.

"Oh? They'd never pay for something this expensive. While their other services are much more profitable, my section doesn't get nearly as many sponsored activities like this. I paid out of pocket so you wouldn't feel wierd in the crowd, darling" She smiled. God that smile, how she acted, you swore you'd fall for her before she fell for you.

Her explanation left you blushing and wordless as adverts started rolling on the big projector screen. You unintentionally just ended up staying quiet and watching the movie with her. At around the halfway point of the movie, when you both finished your snacks, she had began holding your hand. It shocked you at first, before you relaxed, discretely returning the gesture.

The rest of the movie went along swimmingly. The plot was heart wrenching and hadn't made you cry, but did arise sadness in you.

As you two walked out the theater and you winced at the bright light, she prosed a question.

"So darling, my place or yours?" She asked "for our next little activity I have planned, a baking sesh" She added with a smile. "I had cute mochi and cookies in mind" She smiled "though mochi isn't baking, it's versatility as something you can shape into a cute thing is almost unmatched" She said

"O-oh-um" you said, taken aback by the idea. You had liked cooking to an extent and mentioned that, but wow. She really planned this out and it left you blushing again....wait...wasn't it in the terms and conditions that neither of you could go to the others house?.....maybe it was for their other service, rent-a-darling? You couldn’t recall and your place was a mess. "My place doesn't look the best...is yours okay?" You asked shyly

Janis giggled "of course! Anything you want is okay with me darling" She smiled as she held your hand and went with you in the direction of her apartment.

Surprisingly based on her ability to buy out a whole theater for you, her apartment was relatively average, though it ran a bit on the pricier side because of the economy lately. The inside looked clean and nice, and the elevator ride was relaxed as she started a conversation about her apartment complex.

"I dont mean to show off where i live, but i hope you like it. When I started living here, it was actually way cheaper than it is now, I'm glad they never raised the price for my rent though. I'm kind of friends with the owner. Not in a wierd way, but we hang out like once a month. They're in my friend group I've had since middle school" She said as she watched the numbers on the small screen above the door go up.

"Oh, that's interesting. I wish I had something like that with my landlord. I've recently been trying to save up for something I want, and it's not going too good in all honesty..... Damn gacha games, am I right?" You smiled, feeling comfortable, but then suddenly worrying you overshared.

"Oh don't get me started! I started playing this gacha game that recently came out and ahhh! The skins look so good, but two are locked behind a pay wall each update" She huffed slightly. "And all the characters have such diverse designs and tons of different ethnicities, how could I not pull for them all and be absoloutely broke in unilogs?" She laughed softly before the elevator stopped, the 6th floor. "Alright now to 603" She said as she held your hand and walked to her apartment.

Nothing was out of the ordinary about her apartment, it was pretty plain actually. Apart from the squishimallows instead of pillows on the couch of her living room. The kitchen was lightly messy, a bowl and cup in her sink with a few pieces of silverware and a stray rag just on the counter.

"It's not much, but it's comfortable for me" She said "well, settle in, I have to go check on geo real quick, I'm sorry darling" She said, excusing herself before leaving to the other room.

"It's fine" you find yourself saying quietly, overwhelmed by the events of today. This was all crazy....how were you now in a crazy hot girl's apartment?! The one chronically bitchless person of the high-school friend group, in this stunning woman's house? It was unbelievable...until you considered this was a paid date. Then reality sunk in. Shit...should you ask her out for real? Would that be okay? Would she be okay with that? She wasn't much of a yandere...it'd be okay, right?

"He was such a hungry little boy, he ate down all his celery in a minute" She giggled happily as she came back and saw you still had your bag with your outing necessities on.

"Oh want me to take that for you?" She offered and you obliged.

"Oh thank you...I feel like I haven't properly thanked you enough today" you said as you looked around.

"Oh don't worry, the pleasure is mine, darling" She smiled "now, shall we get cooking?" She smiled as she put on a pink frilly apron. Shit...you didn't know how to feel.

"Alright" you offered in response with a fake smile as you took the apron She handed you. It was your favorite color and had a lap pocket and chest pocket shaped in hearts of a slightly brighter color.

You two then spent the next couple hours baking cookies and making mochi, before settling down on her couch and watching the news, because nothing else was on, as you enjoyed the fruits of your labor.

"It's not too sweet is it darling? I heard cookies need some salty aspect to balance out all the flavors" She smiled softly as a missing persons report came on over the tv.

Geo Archviste, a 5'4" man with black and white naturally colored hair and blue freckles. Missing since this day 3 years ago, he would have been 21 by now.

That was terrible, his family must be haunted by their missing son...wait-

"Darling?" She asked, as you kinda ignored her prompt for conversation. "Everything okay?" She asked.

"Uhm yeah- that missing persons case...just seems sad." You found yourself saying as you swallowed the crumbly cookie.

"Oh...yeah...that boy was actually my ex...we broke up a year before he went missing but we were still on good terms" She said sadly. "I miss him...I named my little bunny after him" Janis said as she looked down.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know......I hope he gets found" was all you could find yourself saying, but something didn't seem right. Not that what she said had any contradictions, but you just had this uneasy feeling. "Um restroom?" You asked

"By the door with heart decals on the left down the hall, darling" She smiled sadly and you excused yourself.

You walked down the hall and found the room, but the heart decorated room piqued your interest. She wouldn't mind...right? You opened the door and were met with darkness until you cut on the light and saw a figure sitting on Janis' bed, restrained on his feet and hands heavily.

All you could really see was their perfectly trimmed black and white locks that hid their sleeping face...matching the picture of the man on the missing persons report.

Chills ran down your spine as you went to grab your phone but it wasn't in your pocket. Shit you must have left it behind....how could you sneak out with the missing boy?

You struggled with yourself over this until you heard Janis coming and ducked into a open closet after turning off the light, shutting it behind you.

"Geo darling, I'm back" She smiled as she cut the light on and walked up to him. He looked at her tiredly and sniffled quietly.

"Remember my side gig to try and find you a buddy we can both love?" She asked "I think I found the one, they're so cute! And we baked some things, you could probably smell it" She giggled "I'll give you some when they leave...if they get to. I haven't decided if I wanna reel them in or just go in all at once and kidnap them like I did you" She said happily

"I'd say just kidnap them, two minds are better than one" he sighed, implying you could help him escape her.

"Come on now, I love you...you love me, i know it" She huffed

"Yeah true..which is why I want you to get help instead of doing this to me...." he sighed

"Stop it, i don't need help" She mumbled

"Yes you do. I love you and want to be with you, but you did this and refuse to get therapy. I only broke up with you because you killed my friend, remember. Get your head out of the past and live with me now. I'll stay and all like I've said repeatedly- just come-" he said before she interrupted him.

"Shut up! I don't need help! I'm perfectly fine and you need to shut up. You're only still tied up because you tried to escape the other month!" She shouted, less sad and more angrily.

"That was last year! I've been good for you so I can do normal couple things with you and we could have found our third lover together!" He shouted back, making her tear up.

"Shut up! I'm going back to (y/n)....I promise you'll love them as much as I do" She said shakily before you backed up a bit too far and bumped against the wall.

She looked dead at the closet in shock before walking up to it and opening it.

"Darling?"

[armed-saphire]

bro i was doing my homework with sonic prime on another tab and when shadow said he was the ultimate life form i thought sonic said "hottest too" instead of "modest too" what if i throw up. that was so funny

[petals2fish]

April 19 “fly” for @jilymicrofics

She’d kill to be a fly on his wall.

She imagined him leaning against the edge of that four faster bed. He’d be high from his time flying, and she’d probably be dead. He was always the hottest when she was alone with him in her head.

She was the opposite of modest.

“God, yes.”

She remembers the shag against the farthest back wall where he’d almost made her fall, because he was just too damn tall. He’s got her wrapped around his finger after all. She wants to watch him all the time, to have little things to recall. She’d go running if he called.

But he was busy next door in his room. She was alone left in nothing but her socks and shoes. Her dress had been discarded by the booze. Trying to keep her grip on her pillow loose, her toes curled, and she knew she was screwed.

“Fuck, I need you.”

First his shirt.

Then his trousers.

Lily whimpered a little louder.

James couldn’t hear her, not with the wall between them, but God she wanted to see him. She wanted to watch as he ruffled his hair before grabbing a towel. She wanted to stare at his ass while he climbed in the shower. Instead, the wall gave her some space to imagine it all with her hand between her legs.

Now she’s lost in a daze, her body ablaze, and she only has herself to blame.

It slips from her mouth, from her veins, as she cries out, “James.”

And suddenly his voice answers, “keep moaning my name.”

He joins in her sins, he fans her flames.

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 24

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em and Reader have an argument at the studio. Later, she receives a bouquet of flowers that brings back painful memories.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Y/N’s POV 

Marshall leaving hickies all over your neck was, indeed, an efficient way to get people at the studio off your back on the topic of your dating life. Now, they had found another past-time : grilling you with questions about the mysterious person you were seeing. 

You still don’t want to tell us who the mysterious man is ? Porter asked with a grin. 

Nope. I’m keeping to myself on this one, you chuckled. 

Come on, Royce chuckled. Is he nice ? How long have you guys been dating ? 

He is, you giggled. We’ve been dating for a few weeks. 

Do you like him ? Porter asked. 

I do. I like him a lot. 

Is he hot ? Marshall chimed in with a smirk. 

You have no idea, you said teasingly. Hottest man I have ever dated. Hands down. 

Good in bed ? Royce asked with a grin. 

Meh, you said playfully. I think he’s got a lot to learn but he’s alright. 

They all chuckled, except for Marshall who shot you a faux death glare. The look he gave you was full of promises. Obviously, you would have been stupid to miss an opportunity to tease him. Besides, you had already told him countless times that he was your best, so you didn’t worry about him being sensitive on the subject. You felt your phone vibrate on your lap. 

From M : No sex for you tonight. 

To M : We’ll see ;-) 

From M : I can keep it in my pants. Unlike you. 

To M : You’re underestimating me, baby. I’m too irresistible. 

You saw him chuckle and shake his head as he stared at the text he just received from you. He obviously didn’t believe you. You were in a good mood and definitely wanting to show him what you were capable of. As the guys kept on working, you devised a plan so that you could prove your point. Thankfully, you were wearing just the right outfit : a white, flowy dress with tan boots and a cardigan. The weather was good enough so that you didn’t have to wear tights. The dress itself was pretty light, and showed a bit of cleavage, hence the cardigan that made the outfit more modest. You got up and went to the bathroom where you removed your panties and your cardigan. When you got back, you saw Marshall alone in the kitchen, grabbing a can of Redbull. You went to him and smiled. 

Are you alright ? He asked. 

Are you ? You replied with a grin. 

Yeah, fine, what are you-? He began asking as you put a hand in the pocket of his jacket and put your panties there. 

You giggled and got back to the couch where you played with your phone for the rest of the recording session. When Marshall came back, he looked a bit flustered. However, their work session kept going. Whenever he looked at you, you bended on purpose, pretending to grab something in your bag so that he could have a great view of your breasts. It was his right not to want to put out, but you also had the right to tease. You could see him staring, having more and more trouble focusing, which was unusual. 

Bro, are you alright ? Porter asked. 

Yeah, yeah, he hummed. 

At some point, you got the bright idea to stretch your arms, causing the dress to ride up. You didn’t flash anyone and it was not bothersome. At least, not to people you ignored that you were bare underneath. Marshall almost spilled his mouthful of Redbull. 

Alright, we’re done, he said calmly. Time to go home. 

Are you sure ? Royce asked with his brows furrowed. 

Yeah, he replied. I have a headache. You guys go home, enjoy the weekend, alright ? 

Still on for the Lions game on Sunday ? Porter asked. 

Of course. 

Porter and Royce left, while Jamal stayed with you and Marshall. 

Are you guys still coming for dinner tonight ? Jamal asked. Talia’s preparing her Masala Chicken. 

Sure, Marshall said. Go ahead, we’ll join you there. I just have to go to the office and sign some papers for Paul. 

Ok, Jamal said. See you at dinner, lovebirds. 

Once he was gone, Marshall got up and faced you with a stern look. 

I’m at work, Y/N, he groaned. 

It’s true, you said innocently. And I think you did a good job today. 

I would have done a better job if I had been able to finish the beat I was working on, he pointed out. 

Finish it, then, you said as you got up.

Later, he groaned. 

He grabbed your arm and took you to his office, where he slammed the door shut. You weren’t too sure if he was furious or not. His eyes were dark and he didn’t seem in too good a mood. Maybe your fun plan was starting to backfire. He made you sit on the sofa. 

You think it’s funny ? He asked. 

I was merely proving a point, here, you shrugged with a smile, trying to defuse the situation. 

How ? By interrupting my work and acting like a slut ? He asked coldly. 

Don’t say that, you said defensively. 

Then cover your tits and try not to flash our friends, he said as he threw your panties at you. 

You thought he was being unfair. It’s not as if you had been walking around the place naked. You were simply teasing him and no one had even caught anything. You understood that he was serious about his work, but you had meant to harm and, anyway, that didn’t justify the name-calling. You got up, faced him and silently left the room to get your stuff. You were putting your cardigan back and were about to leave when he came to you. 

See you, you said coldly. 

Are you leaving ? He asked. 

Are you apologizing? 

He stared at you and crossed his arms. 

Are you ? He asked back. 

You’ve got to be kidding me, you scoffed. You insulted me and I should be the one apologizing ? 

You started it, he said coldly. I was out of line but… 

But nothing, you cut him. You know I meant no harm. 

And you know how I am when it comes to work, he said sternly. 

Still, I’m not having anyone, especially not my boyfriend, calling me a slut, you said. 

Fine, he said. 

You looked at him and waited for the apology but he kept on staring at you. 

What ? He asked. I just said I was out of line. 

You really suck at apologies, Marshall, you scoffed before leaving the studio. 

As you left the building, he followed you in the street. 

Fine. I’m sorry, he sighed as you kept on walking. 

Good evening, Marshall, you said. 

Come on, we have to go to dinner, he said. 

Fine, you sighed. 

Now, the both of you were clearly in a bad mood, but you got back in the building and waited for him to grab his things. Then, the two of you went to the car. It was a silent ride home. Before you got out of the car, he gently grabbed your hand. 

I’m sorry, honey, he said softly. 

I’m sorry too, you shrugged. 

How about we go back to my place after dinner ? He offered. I’ll draw you a bath, give you a massage… Let me make it up to you, ok ? 

Sure, you said with a smile. 

He kissed you softly and you got in. The smell of spices had taken over the house and you were ready to enjoy your favorite dish. As soon as you stepped in, Talia handed you a big bouquet of flowers. 

These came for you earlier, she said with a smile. Good choice on the peonies, Em. 

You shouldn’t have, Marshall, you squealed. They’re beautiful though. Did you know they’re my favorite ? 

I didn’t send flowers, he said. 

Oh. 

You wondered who could be the one sending you the flowers. You checked the card. It was from Simon. It read : “It has been one year already. I am sorry I didn’t handle the situation better. I hope you are doing well. I would love to talk.  Love, Simon”. That’s when it hit you : today was the “anniversary” of your miscarriage. The one event that had led to your drug use, your overdose and the downfall of your relationship. Your heart dropped immediately. 

Baby, who sent these ? Talia asked. 

You gave her the card and you could tell she understood as she read it. “Oh”, she simply said as she rubbed your shoulder. 

What’s with those faces ? Marshall asked. Who died ? 

You couldn’t help but shoot him a death glare. It was probably a poor choice of word, but having him say that as you were reminded of the date you had learned that your baby’s heart had stopped beating was painful. You said nothing and took the bouquet to your bedroom. You sat on the bed as tears started to flow. In truth, you hadn’t thought of that at all, because you were too busy focusing on your relationship with Marshall. But now that you were reminded, it was like being hit in the face. You had done a lot of progress in a year, but you had spent so much time focusing on your sobriety that you hadn’t done nearly enough work on your grief. A few minutes later, Marshall knocked on the door. 

Baby ? He asked. Are you alright ? 

Yeah… I’ll come down in a minute, you said in a broken voice. 

You reached under your bed and found the box you had put together after the miscarriage, that you had not opened since you moved in with Talia and Jamal. You were thirteen weeks pregnant when you lost your baby and you’d had time to buy some stuff for him/her : a tiny pajama, socks, a little plush toy… The box also contained the few pictures that were taken during the sonograms as well as the pregnancy test you had taken on a gloomy Sunday morning after noticing that your period was late. It definitely wasn’t planned, but you had been ecstatic to learn that you were pregnant. So was Simon. The two of you thought it was meant to be and you were overjoyed to start a family together. You held the pajamas in your hand, taking in how tiny they were, how tiny your baby would have been. You sighed and put the box on the bed before going downstairs. By their faces, you gathered that they had talked and that both Jamal and Marshall were up to date on the situation. 

Sorry, you told your friends. I needed a minute. 

Of course, sis, Jamal said. 

Are you alright ? Marshall asked as he took your hand in his. 

Y-yeah, you lied. I’m fine. 

Talia gave you a hug and you sat at the table. The three of them tried to get your mind off things and talk about joyful stuff, but it was to no avail. You were feeling sad and guilty for even forgetting about this day. Deep down, you knew it wouldn’t change anything, but you felt selfish. After dinner, you went back to your room, with Marshall. As soon as the door was closed, he took you in his arms for a long hug. 

I’m so sorry, my love, he whispered. I had no idea. 

It’s fine, you said in a whisper. It’s just… Hitting me like a ton of bricks right now. 

Of course, he said as he stroked your hair. 

You sat on the bed and you began to put away the baby stuff that was laying on it. You had the plush toy in one hand, the pajamas in the other and you couldn’t help but burst into tears. Your boyfriend lovingly put an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. You were literally crying on his shoulder. 

I’m sorry, you sobbed. 

Don’t apologize, Y/N. Let it out, he said softly. 

It’s just… It���s been a year already, but also, it’s only been a year, you said. So much has happened since then. 

It’s true, he said. You’re in a really different place. 

Nothing’s the same. It seems so far away. Sometimes, I think it’s all been a dream, you know ? But then, I remember that it actually happened. That I was pregnant and that I actually lost that baby. 

He hummed and let you talk as he stroked your hair. 

The worst thing is that I can’t talk about it a lot, you know ? Because very few people knew. We were getting ready to tell everyone when… well…, you said with tears in your eyes. 

You can talk to me, if you want, he said softly. 

You probably don’t want to hear your girlfriend talk about having a baby with another man, you sighed. 

I’m not your boyfriend, right now, he explained. I mean, I am, but I’m your friend too. First and foremost. That’s what makes our relationship so great, you know ? Plus, everyone has a past. 

Thank you, you said softly. 

You don’t have to thank me, he said as he kissed the top of your head. I will always be here for you. 

I just… I never really had a family, and I was so excited to start one of my own, you know ? You explained. It wasn’t planned or anything, but it felt meant to be. As if I finally got my happy ending, the wedding, the little family… And now it’s… Gone. 

You can still be happy, he said as he stroked your cheek. 

I know, you said. I am happy. But thinking about how different my life is now, it’s a little weird. Now, I’m happy in a different way. But I guess I still haven’t fully processed the whole thing, you know ? 

Grief takes some time, he said. But you’ll get there. You’re so strong and you’re doing so good. 

You nodded and he kissed you tenderly. You put the baby things in the box and put it away, not without sadness. 

Sorry, you said. You probably think it’s creepy that I have this box. 

I get it, he said. You do what you need to do. I have a box of my own, you know ? 

You do ? 

Yeah. It’s a recovery box. Inside I have my hospital bracelet from the day I OD’d, a few things I have written when I was in rehab, drawings the girls made for me when I got home, a letter from my sponsor, my sobriety chips… I understand the need to hold on to these things, he explained. I don’t look at it too often. But I have it. 

I’m so sorry, you said sheepishly. I’m so selfish. Sometimes, I forget you’re recovering too. 

It’s alright, he said. 

I feel like a mess, compared to you, you added. I mean, you have your life together, you’re level-headed, you’re so strong… 

It’s apples and oranges, baby, he said with a smile. I’ve been sober for more than fifteen years. A lot of stuff comes with time. You’re just getting started on your journey. But you do have your life together. And you are doing good. But I’m still struggling, you know ? 

You are ? 

Yeah. I guess it’s always a work in progress, he shrugged. I always thought it would be over once I’ve been sober for a long time and I’m not tempted to use or drink. But there’s always something to work on. Like my emotions, my anger…

I think you’re doing a good job, you said softly. 

Thank you my love, he said with a smile. But still, I shouldn’t snap as easily as I do, sometimes. I’m still sorry about the way I talked to you at the studio, you know ? 

I forgive you, you said as you nuzzled his neck.

Do you still want to go to my place so that I can make it up to you ? He asked. Let me take care of you, honey. 

You don’t have to, you said. 

But I want to. 

You ended up agreeing and going to his place. He kept true to his word and took care of you, even more than he usually did. You were still sad, of course, but you knew you weren’t alone. He encouraged you to talk about your feelings and made sure you felt warm, safe and cozy. In moments like these, he felt like your safe space. You loved that you could talk to him about anything. Most people in your life usually danced uncomfortably around the subject of your miscarriage. Even Talia and Jamal. But Marshall, on the contrary, encouraged you to talk and even asked questions. It felt good and it felt like you were being even more intimate with him, giving him access to a part of your soul. Eventually, you switched to other subjects and he opened up to you about his grief about his uncles and best friends, as well as his mental health. Most of the time, the age difference didn’t cross your mind. But for once, it did and you were grateful for it, because you benefited from his maturity and experience. Serious topics aside, you spent the rest of the evening and the next day lounging, watching movies in his movie theater that had been turned into a blanket fort after you told him you had never built one in your life. You were cuddling under a soft blanket, mindlessly playing with his fingers. 

Do you still want to come tomorrow ? He asked. 

For the game ? Yeah sure, you said. Unless you don’t want me there. 

No, I’m trying to make sure you’re coming, he chuckled. But if you feel like avoiding the crowd, I understand. And if you need, I can even cancel the whole thing and stay with you. 

You’d cancel football for me ? You asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing how important it was to him - he had even canceled recording sessions in order to be able to watch some games ! 

For you, yes, he said with a smile. Special occasions only, of course. 

It’s not a special occasion, you shrugged. 

I just want to make sure my girl is feeling good, he said as he kissed your temple. 

I’m feeling much better now, you said softly. Thank you again. 

You’re very welcome, he said. I love you so much. 

I love you too, you cooed. No need to cancel. 

Your first meeting with my family, he mused. 

It’s just going to be your daughters, right ? 

Not really, he said. The girls will be there, along with their boyfriends. There will also be my brother, his wife, their kids, guys from the studio, guys from D12… 

You opened wide eyes. You’d watched games at his place before, but there had never been so many people around. You knew it wasn’t an official meeting with his family, but seeing as you weren’t the sociable type, it was enough to scare you. 

You’ll be fine, babe, he chuckled as he saw your face decompose. You know a few people already. 

What if your family doesn’t like me ? You asked. 

I told you, I’m sure they will love you, he said with a smile. They’re really chill and they know I’m “friends” with you so they already have a good opinion. They know how picky I am when it comes to people I hang out with. Believe me, I’m the most judgy person in the family. Just be your cute amazing self and everything will be fine. 

Easy for you to say, you scoffed. If the situation was reversed, you wouldn’t feel too confident. 

True, he chuckled. We’ll get there someday, though, I guess. 

I don’t think so, you shrugged. 

Why is that ? He asked. 

I just… Don’t have a lot of people in my life, you know ? You said sheepishly. Especially after this past year. I don’t really have family either. It’s just me, my father and his wife. You already know the people who matter : Talia and Jamal. 

I see, he said 

Sorry, that’s a little lame, you admitted. 

No, I get it, he said softly. But if you don’t feel like meeting all these people tomorrow, you don’t have to, baby. I’m just thinking it might be a good, chill opportunity. Take the band-aid off, you know ? 

Right, you said. 

Plus, the girls asked me if you’d be there. 

They did ? You asked confused. 

Yeah. Hailie told me she misses you and Alaina and Stevie are extremely curious, he explained. 

They know about me ? 

Of course, they know about you, he chuckled. They might not know you’re my girl yet, but your name has still been in quite a few conversations, you know ? 

Has it ? You asked, still surprised. 

Well yeah, he said. I mean, obviously, when they saw the pictures of us holding hands after that party, they asked questions, especially since they had never heard about you before. So I had to clear the air. They also know that you know Hailie and they figured that I care a lot about you, after that whole hospital incident. And I might have said that you’re a feminist, so they’re particularly excited. Especially Stevie. 

You nodded nervously and he kissed you, reassuring you once again. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but think it was kind of a big deal. After all, you still wanted to make a good impression. 

Maybe you should take me home ? You suggested. So that I can have my beauty sleep and be pretty for them. 

Don’t you want to stay here ? He asked. 

It’s Saturday, you pointed out. 

Yes, but the kids are not coming for brunch. Plus, you’re going to be here anyway, so you might as well sleep with me tonight, he said with a wink. 

And you’re ok with sleeping with me seven nights in a row ? You asked playfully.  You won’t be bored ? 

I could sleep with you a thousand nights in a row and still not get enough, he said softly, making your heart melt. 

THE NEXT DAY - MARSHALL’S POV 

As he expected it, Y/N’s first meeting with his family went great. She seemed about to freak out at first, but she quickly relaxed. As soon as Hailie arrived, she gave her a big hug and told her how sorry she was that it didn’t work out with Josh. If only she knew… His girlfriend also seemed to get along with his brother and his wife, but especially with Alaina and Stevie. They laughed together and she truly seemed to enjoy herself. He sat next to her on the couch and, even though he was usually extra focused when it came to football games, he couldn’t help but glance at her. Everyone was focused on the game so he gently stroked her hand with his fingers for a brief second, making sure no one could see. He wasn’t really into PDA, but given the hard time she’d had in the past two days, he wanted to make sure she was alright. The contact seemed to make her smile, though she kept on staring at the screen. He was so in love with that smile he couldn’t help but smile himself. At some point, she seemed a bit lost when it came to the rules so he took the opportunity to get even closer and whisper in her ears. It reminded him of the very beginning of their friendship, when he took every single opportunity to talk to her, whether it was to explain something about hip-hop or make a silly joke. Looking back, he may have had a crush from the very beginning… 

After the game, which the Lions thankfully won, people stayed to have some pizza. Being busy talking to some D12 friends, he lost her for a moment. He found her in the garden with his daughters, playing with Nate’s kids. She was a natural with children and his nephews seemed to like her a lot. As soon as he spotted him, the youngest, who was about five, ran to him and jumped in his arms as he always did. 

Uncle Marsh ! I like your girlfriend ! He said. 

My girlfriend, huh ? He chuckled. 

We tried to tell him that Y/N is not your girlfriend, Alaina giggled, but he wouldn't hear it. 

What makes you think she’s my girlfriend ? He asked, curious. 

You talked to her during the game, the boy said. You never talk to anyone during the game. 

That’s because your uncle took pity on me and had to explain the rules, Y/N said with a smile. 

Exactly. Come on, bud, you really think I could get a girl as pretty as her ? He asked playfully. 

Yeah… Probably not, his nephew shrugged after a second of thought. 

There you go, Stevie giggled. 

That was… humbling to say the least. The girls burst out laughing and Y/N flashed a smile at him that warmed his heart. It took everything he had in him not to hug and kiss her. She was making him too soft for his own good, and he surprised himself thinking that he could not wait to be out with her as a couple. His brain was telling him to keep it reasonable, but the rest of him would simply not listen. 

Can we play video games in the movie room ? His older nephew asked. 

Sure, he said. I’ll help you set up in a second. 

Y/N, will you play with me ? The youngest asked. 

Of course, she answered. What are we playing ? 

We should do a Mario Kart tournament, Stevie suggested. 

Oh, I love that, Alaina said. We should do teams. 

Boys against girls ? Hailie chimed in. 

There’s only three boys and there are four girls, his nephew said. Uncle Marsh, can you play with us ? 

I don’t know, he shrugged. I have guests. 

Please ? His nephew asked with big pleading eyes. 

Yeah, Dad, people don’t need you to eat pizza, Stevie said. 

He’s probably just afraid to be humiliated, Y/N said teasingly. 

Oooooh, his three daughters said in unison. 

I like you, Y/N, Stevie said. 

I told you she was great, Hailie giggled. 

It’s on, he said. Boys, we’re destroying them, alright ? 

The eight of them went to the movie room and started their tournament. Obviously, he was teaming up with children so it wasn’t a piece of cake. His oldest nephew was pretty good, but the two younger ones were… trying hard. He knew that it was what mattered, but he was still very much a sore loser. During one of the rounds, he played against Y/N. 

Destroy him !!! Stevie encouraged her. 

I’m your Dad, Marshall groaned. You should be rooting for me. 

Go Y/N !!! Alaina yelled. 

She ended up beating him, leading him to groan. His nephews were looking at him with an attitude. 

You lost to a girl, the youngest said. 

He lost to a legend, Y/N said with a grin. 

Quit the attitude, he scolded her playfully. 

As the others were playing, he whispered in her ear “You’re staying the night and I’m getting revenge”, leading her to blush. 

A few hours later, everyone had left. Hailie had offered to give Y/N a ride home but he told her he would do it. He was intent on having his girl spend the night in his arms. 

See ? He asked as they were eating some pizza leftovers. You survived. 

It was great, she admitted. I had a good time. 

Even if you ended up babysitting Nate’s kids ? He chuckled. 

They’re so cute !!! She said. 

You’re good with them, he said. 

I can’t wait to have kids of my own, she said dreamily. 

These words cause him to freeze. He knew she didn’t mean she wanted kids with him, nor that she wanted them now, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit panicky. Because, even if their relationship was new, he was intent on being with her. She was amazing and he would gladly spend the rest of his days with her. That’s how in love he was. However, he had sworn a long time ago that he would never remarry and that kids were out of the question. He was done with all of it. Something in his gut told him that he would have to have this conversation with her at some point. And judging how touchy the topic of kids and pregnancy seemed to be for her, he knew it would be a tough conversation to have. 

THREE WEEKS LATER 

He was spending the week-end with his girl, as usual. The plan was to spend a lot of time in bed, with as little clothes as possible. That is what she had suggested and he was happy to oblige. The only time they left the bedroom was to cook. They were in the kitchen, making pancakes. He was just wearing sweatpants and Y/N was in one of his tee-shirts, sitting on the marble counter, kissing him lazily when the doorbell rang. Being lazy, they had ordered some more food for their brunch. He grabbed a hoodie and put it on to go and get open the door to the delivery. Except it wasn’t a delivery guy. It was Hailie. 

Hey Dad, she said happily. 

Hay, he said in a surprised tone. What are you doing here ? 

Have you seen my headphones ? She asked as she walked in. I’m recording a podcast episode tomorrow and I think I forgot them here. 

Uh, maybe, he said. Look, right now isn’t a good time, I… 

Babe ? He heard Y/N calling from the kitchen. Is the whipped cream finally here ? I can’t wait to have you-

HAILIE’S HERE, he yelled before his girlfriend said something absolutely inappropriate. 

His daughter looked at him in a state of shock and walked to the kitchen before he could stop her. There, she found Y/N half naked. 

Oh my God, Hailie said. Please tell me it’s a prank. 

They all stared at each other in shock. It was definitely awkward, not to mention it was not how he wanted his daughter to find out about him dating Y/N. 

I should go, his girlfriend said in a small voice. 

Don’t you dare move, Hailie darted with anger in her voice and her eyes. 

Look, Hay, Marshall began. Y/N and I…

I don’t need you to explain it to me, Dad. I think it’s pretty obvious. She has some explaining to do, though, she said as she motioned to his girlfriend. Is this why you broke up with Josh ?! To screw my FATHER ?! 

Y/N looked like a deer in headlights. He wanted nothing but to appease the situation, although he had no clue how to do it. 

Did you cheat on Josh ?! His daughter asked. 

His girl didn’t say anything. Not that she had to. She was a terrible liar and the look on her face was giving her away. 

Oh my God, Hailie said. I can’t believe I even felt sorry for you !!! I thought we could be friends but you’re just like anyone else… You see fame, money and you can’t jump on it fast enough, can you ?! 

Hailie, that’s enough, he said. 

No, it’s not, his daughter said as she looked back at him. Is this why you broke up with Nicole ?! 

He sighed and pinched the area between his eyes. He knew it was going to be a tough conversation. 

Ok, let’s talk about this in the living room, he said. 

Please get her to put clothes on, Hailie said as she rolled her eyes. 

Yeah, I’ll… Whatever, Y/N mumbled before hurrying out of the room. 

Minutes later, he was sitting on the couch across from Hailie who looked at him. She was clearly mad. 

So… Your headphones are here, he said tentatively. You could have texted, you know ? I would have brought them to you. 

When I moved out, you said this would always be my home and that I didn’t need to ask before coming over, she pointed out. 

I did say that, he recalled sheepishly. 

They stared at each other some more. The anger in his daughter’s eyes was breaking his heart. He could not stand to have his kids mad at him. 

So… Are you mad at me for breaking up with Nicole ? He asked. 

You said you liked her, Dad. 

Yeah, she’s great. But I’m not in love with her. I’m in love with Y/N, he said calmly as he hoped she would understand that this was a serious relationship. 

You told me she was your friend, when I confronted you about the pictures, Dad !!! You lied to me. You never do that. 

I didn’t lie back then, he corrected. We started out as friends and it became… more. I was going to tell you girls eventually but it’s only been a few months and we wanted to take things slow. 

Months ?! She asked in disbelief. So it’s serious ? She’s your… girlfriend ? 

She is, he said. And she makes me really happy. 

I’m going to puke, she warned. 

What ? 

He thought that clearing the air would make things better but, by the looks of it, he was wrong. 

You can’t tell how wrong it is ?! She asked, almost screaming. My FATHER is dating someone MY AGE. 

Look, I know it’s a little bit weird, but… 

No “but”, Dad. It’s disgusting ! She said. 

I know it’s a shock, Marshall said, and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but I want you to know that it’s serious. I’m in love with her. She makes me really happy. 

So what ?! She scoffed. You’re going to marry her and we’re going to have to call her “Mom” ?! Are you planning on having kids too ? Because that wouldn’t be weird and twisted at all, right ?! 

Calm down, please, he pleaded. Is that what it’s about ? You’re scared that I’m going to start a new family and replace you guys ? It ain’t happening, Hay. 

I’m not five, she said as she rolled her eyes. I always rooted for you to find someone and be happy after Mom. Not someone creepy, though. 

You told me you liked her, he said. 

WHEN YOU SAID SHE WAS YOUR FRIEND. Not when she turned out to be a bitch who cheated on my best friend with my Dad ! You know she’s only interested in your money, right ?! 

I know you’re angry, but the name-calling is out of line, Hailie, he said as he slightly raised his voice. And I understand the concern, but I can tell people’s intentions. 

Whatever, Dad, she groaned. Are you paying for her stuff ? Are you her sugar daddy ? What’s her thing ? Handbags ? Shoes ? 

They heard Y/N come into the room, a look of hurt on her face. 

I never took a dime from him, Y/N said coldly. 

Hailie and Y/N were staring at each other. His daughter was mad and his girlfriend was clearly insulted by the implication that she might be a gold-digger. His daughter had always been protective of him and he understood that. But he wished she could see and understand that their relationship was genuine and how happy Y/N made him. 

If you have questions, I will answer them truthfully, Y/N said, but don’t you dare imply that I’m with him because of his money or status. It’s just not true. 

Like I can trust you, Hailie shot back. 

I would never wrong him, his girlfriend said. 

You being with him is wrong enough, Hailie scoffed. 

Why ? He asked. 

Let me think, his daughter said sarcastically. First of all, there’s the age thing. Obviously creepy. You’re old enough to be her dad. She should go to a therapist instead of dating. Then, there’s the fact that she made you break up with someone who was good for you. But let’s face the worst of it : she’s an addict. 

She turned to Y/N. 

Yeah, Josh told me about that, she continued. And if you think I’m going to condone a relationship that will put my Dad’s sobriety in jeopardy, you are sorely mistaken. I have been in the pits with him and I will not have you ruin him. 

I’ve been sober for months, Y/N replied in her own defense. 

And you expect me to clap for that ?! You’re still an addict. My father shouldn’t have to put up with your recovery and your mistakes. He has been through enough shit as it is. 

Hailie, Marshall warned. 

If you loved him, you would realize that you’re stalling him. And that it’s wrong. And I was here when you and Josh talked about kids and marriage. How you dream about having kids and being a wife. You know it’s not happening with Dad. I know it. He knows it, she continued. 

Hailie, Marshall raised his voice again. 

Dad, I love you, but I refuse to see you get used, or hurt, or both, she said as she looked him in the eyes. 

Y/N, can you leave the room for a minute ? He asked gently. I need to talk to Hailie alone. 

His girlfriend nodded and left the room. He looked at his daughter whose eyes were welling up with tears. 

What was that ? He asked, confused as to what tone he should be using. 

Dad, the idea of you relapsing is making me sick. Like, actually sick. I still have nightmares of the night I found you when I was 11, you know ? You’re my Dad. I can’t lose you. 

You’re not losing me, baby, he said softly as he took her in his arms. I know I’ve made mistakes, and I know I’ve been a lousy Dad, at times, and I put you kids and Mom through some tough shit, but it’s been fifteen years. I’m handling myself. I’m not relapsing. 

What if she relapses ? You’re going to be the one handling that. 

I know it’s scary, he said. I was worried about that too, at first. But she is strong and she is handling things very well. Much better than I did when I got sober. 

You don’t need to plead her case, she said in an annoyed tone. 

He sighed loudly. He hated the situation and the way he was handling it. 

I’m sorry, he said. You shouldn’t be worried about your 51 year-old dad. 

I forgave you a long time ago, she said. And I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. I want you to be happy and healthy for as long as possible.

I know you probably don’t want to hear that right now, but my relationship makes me happy. And it’s healthy too. I am happier than I’ve been in a long time. 

Dad…

I know you’re going to need time, he continued. And you’re mad. I get it. But someday, I’d like to introduce Y/N to you guys as my girlfriend. Do you think you could be civil and give her a chance ? 

Hailie grimaced and rolled her eyes. 

I guess, she sighed. But just know that I will never forgive her for what she did to Josh. And if I’m civil doesn’t mean that I condone whatever is happening. 

Ok, he sighed. That’s better than nothing, I guess. Can you please not talk about this to your sisters, please ? 

Why ? 

Because I think I should try and handle the situation a bit better than this conversation, he said. Let me be the dad, ok ? 

If they ask, I’m not lying, she said. 

Fine. 

They both nodded in agreement. 

And I think you owe Y/N an apology, he added. 

Not doing that, she quickly replied. 

You called her a bitch and a gold-digger. And we both know your Mim and I raised you better than that, he said sternly. 

She groaned and she tried really hard not to chuckle. As unhappy as he was with his daughter’s behavior, he couldn't help but pick up on the resemblance with his own personality. He didn’t need a DNA test to know she was his. She was just as stubborn. 

I should go, she said. 

Don’t forget your headphones, he said with a slight smile. See you tomorrow ? 

Only if she’s not there. 

She won’t be, he assured her. Just us. 

See you tomorrow, then, she said as she walked towards the door. 

He walked her out and gave her a hug. 

I love you, Hay. 

I love you too, Dad. 

She left and he closed the door as she got in her car. He went to the kitchen where he found Y/N eating pancakes. 

Sorry I didn’t wait for you, she said sheepishly. 

It’s fine, he said as he sat beside her. 

She didn’t say a word and stared at her plate. 

We should probably talk about all of this, he sighed. 

Do we though ? She asked. I think it’s pretty clear : Hailie hates me, she thinks I’m an awful person and she made some pretty valid points. 

What do you mean ? He asked. 

She’s right, Marshall. On the fact that I might stall you and cause you to relapse. That I’m not age-appropriate for you. And… On the fact that you don’t want to marry or have kids ? 

She said the last sentence with so much sadness in her eyes that it broke his heart. He did not want to have this conversation, but somehow, he had to. That was probably the worst Saturday he’d had in a while. 

Don’t you think it’s a bit early to talk about babies and marriage ? He said awkwardly. 

Let’s be real though : it’s not something you want, is it ? 

It’s not, he confirmed. I’ve done the marriage thing, I’ve had my kids… I’m done with that. 

But I do want these things, she said. And I’m not saying I want them right now. But I guess that raises the point of where our relationship is going… Because I love you, and if we keep this going… I’m going to want them with you. 

Right, he said as a lump formed in his throat. 

I love you, Marshall, she said. 

I love you too, baby, he replied. I love you so much. 

She stared at him with tears welling in her eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled her in his arms and hugged her tight. He knew where this conversation was going and he hated it. 

Maybe we should break up, she sobbed. 

Don’t do this, he pleaded. Not now. Not ever. Please, Y/N… 

I love you but it can’t work, she whispered. 

Give it some thought, ok ? Hailie just left and you’re not in your right mind. And me neither. Don’t break up with me. Please, he pleaded. 

I’m sorry, she said as she burst into tears in his arms. 

He felt some tears rolling on his own cheeks. That was much more emotion than what he could handle. He held on to her, stroking her cheeks and her hair. She leaned into his embrace. 

I don’t want it to be over, she whispered. I love you so much. 

As long as you want to be here with me, it won’t be over, he said. 

Please, don’t make it more difficult than it has to be, she pleaded. Please. 

I’ll take any time I can have with you, Y/N. Whether it’s hours or years. 

He knew he couldn’t persuade her to stay and that she had her reasons. But he could not let her go. Not yet. Not now. 

It’s so hard, she whispered. 

You said you’re mine, he said. Do you remember ? 

I’ll always be yours, Marshall, she sobbed. I was yours from the moment we met. 

He kissed her passionately. If it had to be the last time his lips would meet hers, he would seize the moment and make it last. She kissed him back, hungrily and sloppily. They were about to part ways but their bodies seemed glued to each other. 

Let me make love to you, he pleaded. One last time. I need you. 

Ok, she whispered. 

He didn’t need more encouragement. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen table where he started to undress her. 

Where do you want me ? She asked. 

Everywhere. 

In all his years of being sexually active, he never undressed a woman so slowly. He made sure to imprint every detail, every sensation in his brain. He wanted the memories to last forever. He kissed every inch of her skin, ran his fingers through every strand of her hair. For an amount of time that seemed infinite, he made love to her in every corner of the house. The kitchen, the living room, the movie theater, the home gym and even the pool. It felt as if he was making love to her for the first time, rediscovering her body, her sweet spots… He could never get enough of her but somehow, he had to. The lovemaking was slow yet intense, sometimes tearful. Overall, it was messy and beautiful. They were both panting, about to pass out. Tears were running on their cheeks, both from climaxing, sadness and exhaustion. They were in bed, intertwined. 

I don’t think I can go for any more rounds, Y/N said with sadness in her voice. 

He hummed in response before kissing her hair and holding her tightly against him. 

Don’t go just yet, he pleaded. 

I have to, she whispered. 

One last shower ? He offered with puppy eyes. 

Make it a bath ? She negotiated. 

It’ll last longer, he agreed. 

They silently went to the bathroom and cuddled in the warm water. He kept on kissing her chastely, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He wasn’t sure how he could be expected to let go of her. 

Thank you, Marshall whispered in her ear. 

For what ? 

For the past four months. For the past year. For indulging me. For… absolutely everything, he said emotionally. 

Thank you, she replied. 

What will become of us ? He asked. 

I thought I was pretty clear, she said, obviously unsure of what he meant. 

No, I get it, he chuckled softly. But… Are we going back to being friends ? 

I don’t know, she admitted. 

I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Y/N, he said. As hard as I try… I can’t. 

I guess we can give it a try. 

They looked at each other in agreement, sadness in their eyes. It was the weirdest breakup he ever had. 

You can still change your mind, he said tentatively. 

Marshall, she whispered. Please. 

Can’t blame a guy for trying, right ? He chuckled. For real though, call me in twenty years and I’ll be there, ok ? 

I’ll visit you in the nursing home, she chuckled. 

Brat, he said lovingly before kissing her shoulder. 

Don’t wait for me, though, she said. You deserve to be happy. Find a nice lady your daughters approve of. 

I don’t want to think of anybody else, Y/N, he said. Not right now. Not ever. I’d rather become a monk. 

Sorry I brought that up, she said sheepishly. 

The water started to get cold and she started shivering. They got out and he wrapped her in a robe before hugging her. 

I should go pack my stuff, she said. I have hundreds of things lying around here. 

I’ll bring it to you later, he said. Don’t worry about that. 

I think it might be easier to do it now, she said. For closure. 

I’ll help you, he mumbled. 

They spent about an hour gathering the many, many things Y/N had left at his place. Marshall had become so used to it that he hadn’t realized that some of the stuff wasn’t his. While she was busy downstairs, he hid her favorite hoodie of his in her bag. He wouldn’t wear it anymore anyway, so she might has well have it, to remember him by. He also shamelessly stole her bottle of perfume and hid it in a drawer in his closet, just in case he would need to smell her. He knew himself well enough to know he might get that sentimental. 

I think I’m all set, she said. I’ll get a cab. 

Don’t be stupid, he said. It’s the middle of the night. I will drive you home. 

He went to open the door but she grabbed his arm and faced him. 

As long as we’re in the house, it’s not totally over, right ? She asked nervously. 

It’s not, he said. 

Ok then. 

She got on her tippy toes and kissed him for the last time. It was a chaste, soft peck on the lips. He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. There it was. Their farewell as lovers. As he felt a knot form in his stomach, he was not sure how he would ever recover from this.

[sadlittlesquish]

Hot, Wet, Sticky Sweet

Chapter one: She's got the peaches, He's got the cream

"Holy shit..."

It was all Eddie Munson could breathe out, his eyes widening at the unexpected display he pulls up to.

After carting around the Hellfire kids and driving out to the Hideout to play with Corroded Coffin the night before, he was in desperate need of filling up his van. The Indiana heat was brutal today, the end of summer deciding to go out in a fiery bang before fall.

The distorted waves coming off the broken up asphalt are a testament alone to that fact, along with the thin sheen of sweat sticking Eddie's black tank top to his back. Except now, there was a whole new reason to be sweating his ass off.

Unbeknownst to him, Hawkins High was running a local car wash at the largest gas station in the small town. At least 15 or so of his schoolmates were running the event, something about raising money for a fellow student who had been diagnosed with cancer.

All of the hottest girls in school, and some of the boys were out here today; dressed in such little amounts of clothing, it might as well have been a strip club.

None of the cheerleaders, or queen bees caught Eddie's attention no matter how typically fucking drop dead sexy they were. No, the girl his wide brown eyes lands on and can not be torn away from was one he barely knows.

He's definitely seen her around school before, a senior like him who transferred in just this year. Eddie knows next to nothing about her, other than she's one of the few kids in this Hick town that defies social convention.

The moment he laid eyes on her in his 3rd period home ec class, he was heart eyes to the extreme for her. Eddie wanted nothing more than to have an excuse to go up and talk to her, but her stoic, ice cold resting face always stopped him from approaching her. If she was a bitch then Eddie would have no way of charming her. So he stares at her from afar, hoping one day he would have the courage to talk to her.

Watching all her fellow students and their lines endlessly filling up with cars, while her lane was relatively empty, Eddie feels himself getting a little angry. He knows it's because she was not one of the conventionally attractive girls in their mini skirts and white tops raking in every man with a pulse and a car within a hundred foot radius.

This girl was what other people would say was "fat", but to Eddie she was just divine. He was half way to drooling seeing her in ripped fishnets under a modest pair of black shorts. Eddie huffs out a groan, as she lifts the hem of her soft gray AC/DC shirt that's been diy cropped. She was using the shirt to wipe away a bit of soapy water that had splashed onto her chin, and Eddie didn't have to have the wild imagination he possessed to envision the white, sudsy spray as something far more... erotic.

"Jesus..." Eddie mumbles, trying to catch his breath as he leans forward in his seat. This whole scene was definitely something straight out of one of his wildest fantasies. 

Eddie chokes back a strangled sound, torn between filling up and rushing home to whack it off to that small glimpse of his fantasy girl, or seeing if he was brave enough to bite the bullet and request her services so he can see her even closer.

She was finishing up on a little old ladies car, shocking Eddie to the core as he sees her smiling at the woman. He's still too far away to really study the full wonder of her smiling face, but it doesn't stop his cheeks from warming a bit at the sight.

"Shit," Eddie mutters, as the old lady  drives off, leaving the girls lane empty again. She immediately lets her smile fall, the same bored look on her face that Eddie usually notices her wearing. 

 Suddenly filled with a confidence he never knew existed, Eddie hits the gas. He could just go back home and take care of himself, sure. But there was something so enticing about the thought of being the only one receiving this girl's attention.

Eddie swallows nervously, making his way over to the lane, trying to look as confident as possible despite his trembling hands. 

It's now or fucking never Munson, Eddie tells himself as he gently drives his shitty van up to the girls area. He nervously fiddles with the radio, turning his music down so as not to blast her ears off as she walks over.

He raps along with the drum solo using his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to appear nonchalant even as his throat goes dry the moment she's at his window.

The tap of her black nails on the glass pulls him out of his racing thoughts, and he starts to sputter curses under his breath as he frantically goes to roll down his window.

He's surprised to see her smiling up at him, her lipstick a blood red shade that just make her brown eyes even more alluring.

"Thanks for stopping by today, would you like windows only, or the full wash?"

She has her arms crossed under the heavy swell of her chest, and Eddie swallows the whimper crawling up his throat when he realizes she's most definitely not wearing a bra.

"Um... full wash?" Eddie breathes out, his eyes growing wide as the girl's ample cleavage fills his view. He quickly swallows, doing his best to avoid staring too blatantly, though his gaze keeps sneaking over to her chest.

She was even more cute up close, and Eddie was starting to feel like he would be content just sitting here and staring at her forever. But no, they were at the carwash, so he needs to snap out of it and focus!

"So, um, you think you can handle this junker?" He finds himself asking. 

The girl sweeps her gaze over Eddie's large vehicle, her brows arching up into the soft curtain bangs framing her face. "I hope you don't mind being here for a bit, your car is probably the biggest one I'll wash all day."

God. Eddie doesn't want to see an innuendo where it shouldn't be, but he's so keyed up just from looking at her out here in such tantalizing clothes that he can't help himself.

He sputters, feels his face grow hot as his voice valiantly tries not to crack when he replies, "It's- it's not that big."

Her eyebrows raise even more, the hint of a smirk at the edge of her lips. "Really?" She drawls, and Eddie can feel his stomach twist at the way her tone drops lower, "because from where I'm standing, it looks very, very big to me."

That was it. Eddie realizes his mistake instantly, the teasing glitter in her eyes making him wish the ground would swallow him whole so she wouldn't have to see how pathetically aroused she was making him. 

At her words, his cheeks flush further with a mix of embarrassment and desire. He clears his throat softly, his mind blanking in panic. "Um... I just mean... it's a van..." 

"Well all the same, it's gonna take me a little longer to get your baby nice and clean. You can go and grab some stuff from the gas station, or wait here."

Eddie looks away for a moment, hating how fucking pervy he feels as he realizes how badly he wants to be there the whole time, catching any glimpse he possibly can to file away in the spank bank for later.

He's about to chicken out, just go grab some snacks he doesn't even want to leave her in peace to do her job, when her excited voice breaks him out of his spiral.

"Ride the Lightning, that's a fucking great album."

Eddie's eyes go wide as he looks between her and the cassette player still playing some good ole Metallica. 

His head whips around towards the girl, his eyes widening in surprise that she recognized the song title. "You like Metallica?" Eddie asks incredulously, his jaw dropping open with excitement.

She was already one of the hottest girls he had ever had more than a two second conversation with, but now she's also revealing herself to be a metalhead? He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so infatuated by a person. And god the way she says "Ride the Lightning" in her soft, husky voice was driving him crazy. 

"Oh yeah, big fan. I'm practically salivating for their next album to be released. And you bet my sweet ass I'm going to get tickets when they finally go on tour again."

She's leaning back on her heels as she continues to look up at Eddie. It's then that Eddie notices her chunky platform boots, and even with the added heel height, how short she was. Damn... now that was really fucking cute. 

"Me too! I tried getting tickets for the last few tours, but I never had the money. But this time, I swear I'm going to be first in line."

He watches as she leans back on her heels, her shorts riding up her thighs as she does so. It's damn near impossible to concentrate while staring at her, and he can feel himself growing more and more anxious for the carwash to be over with. He wants her all to himself so he can get better acquainted. 

"That's a fucking tragedy Eddie," the girl says, and for what it's worth she honestly looks like she feels bad that he had missed out. "Their last tour was life changing."

Eddie couldn't really focus on that, though, because his brain was too busy short circuiting over the fact that she actually knew his name. 

"Life changing, huh?" Eddie breathes out, still trying to process how he had become so enamored with this stranger so quickly. At her words about the last tour, he feels a twinge of bitterness at the idea of possibly missing out on this next one.

He can't help but smile a little when she says his name, feeling an intense swell of happiness that she knew he existed. "So... Do you remember my name from home ec or..." Eddie trails off, his head spinning with questions. It was such a small class, he felt it was unlikely she would have noticed him otherwise. 

"Well there's that, but you do realize you've got an infamous reputation at school right? You're always causing a scene in the cafeteria, so it's hard not to remember a guy like Eddie Munson." 

He shrugs, trying to play it cool. "Well, I like to keep things interesting. Gotta give people something to talk about besides the cheerleaders." Eddie watches her draw invisible shapes on the rim of his car window with such sappy affection that he hopes she doesn’t notice. 

"Well you definitely achieved that one, a lot of students have so many bizarre theories about you. I don't believe any of them of course, although I don't think I'd be too upset if you turned out to be a vessel for Satan like some of the more uptight kids like to say." 

Eddie can feel a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, finding her comment hilarious. He also liked the fact that she had shut down any ideas about him being the devil's vessel. He couldn't help but lean back in his seat, finding her antics charming in the most peculiar way. He clears his throat softly. "I'm guessing you're not one of the kids who thinks I'm a badass criminal mastermind either?" 

"You hang out with a bunch of freshmen who play Dungeons and Dragons with you every week in your club, so no, I don't think you're a criminal mastermind." She's teasing him, and Eddie feels the hot flush of embarrassment eat at him from her words. He was hoping that she didn't think he was lame because yeah... all of those things were true, no denying it. 

"Well... yeah, but... I've got other hobbies too. And... and..." Eddie trails off, feeling his mind suddenly blank out in embarrassment. He was trying to paint himself as more of a well adjusted person, but the truth was, playing DnD with freshman kids was pretty much the highlight of his week. He didn't know what to do with himself when his plans were disrupted on dnd nights. 

"It's alright Eddie, I'm not judging you. Well, maybe a little in a playful teasing way, but I'm not seriously making fun of you."

The girl shrugs, hoping she was able to explain herself well enough. "Sorry, sometimes I say things in a way that can seem kinda mean. I promise I'm only like, 60% bitch." 

Eddie bursts out laughing, his cheeks burning as he lets himself enjoy her teasing. She was definitely not what he was expecting when he had rolled up to the carwash.

"I mean... that's okay, I... I'm not one hundred percent innocent and pure either. Though my bitch meter is probably about... eighty percent?" He gives her a mischievous smile, trying to tease her right back. Which is hard, when he's so focused on trying not to stare intently at her boobs.

The girl looks him over, a small smile hovering on her lips as she sorts through this whole interaction they've had. "I hate to break it to you Eddie, but I don't think your bitch-o-meter is as high as you think it is." 

"Really, why do you say that?" He asks curiously. He was enjoying their banter, even if it was mildly embarrassing to have this girl know exactly how he was feeling. Still, the fact that she seemed to really like teasing him was working in his favor. He was hoping he would be given another opportunity for a flirty comment so he could reply with a good line instead of stumbling over his words.

"Because I've never seen a boy blush so much just from talking to a girl." 

Eddie's face heats up again as her words register. She couldn't possibly know just how hard he was focusing on not looking at her skin-tight top and short shorts. But he knew she definitely caught on to how quickly she was making his face turn red. 

"I'd hate to see what would have happened if you pulled up into Hannah Dawson's line--- you probably would have died the moment she leaned over your windshield, and you got a good view of her soapy chest in that little bikini she decided to wear." The girl emphasizes her words by jerking her chin in the direction of a girl washing a sleek corvette two cars down.

The girl's words cause another flash of heat to spread across Eddie's cheeks, but only for a moment. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He hadn't even remembered the names of the other girls out here, let alone what they were wearing. "Okay... you have my curiosity and my attention," he chuckles. "Tell me who else is driving me insane here, other than you." 

Her smile falters a little, a closed off aura settling over her. But it's gone as soon as it appears, and she's forcing another smile for Eddie.

"Alright, enough chit chat. I need to get your car washed so the incredibly totally real long line I have doesn't have to wait any longer."

She's joking, but as Eddie looks into his rear view mirror, he sees that no other cars had pulled up to her lane, while all the others were bumper to bumper leading out to the streets. 

"Right, right. I... do need to get my car washed." He clears his throat, the heat spreading across his cheeks again. This girl, she was just too cute. "So... I suppose I'll just wait here then. Let me know when you're done, yeah?" 

"Yeah, relax and let me know if you need any areas scrubbed extra hard."

She lifts her wet, soapy sponge triumphantly with her words and Eddie is back to feeling like a love struck idiot over her silly antics. With that, she leans in and starts soaping up the sides of his van.

"I- uh... maybe you should scrub really... hard... all over... " Eddie mumbles under his breath, doing his best to not look like an idiot as the girl leans over the hood of his car to scrub it.

Despite his attempts at looking nonchalant, there was no way she couldn't notice how he was staring at her. So he leans back against the front seat, still feeling his face burn even as she works, but also having his interest piqued. He knew she knew, and that made it almost impossible for him to look away from her. 

The girl starts with slow, long swipes, getting as much soap and water spread out for a light pre-wash. Her arms jiggle with the movement, a sight that Eddie knows a lot of boys would scoff at and mock. But Eddie can't help the heat that blooms in his belly with every movement of her soft, plump body. Her chest is swaying hypnotically, the rhythm of it making Eddie's head spin.

The moment she dips down to the bucket, the backs of her thighs and butt on full display as she wets her sponge, Eddie almost dies choking on his spit.

"F-fuck..." He manages to breathe out, the flickering heat in his belly growing. He can feel arousal and shame prickle up his spine. 

She circles around Eddie's van to get at the back, and Eddie burns shamefully as he goes to adjust the rear view mirror so he can catch any glimpse he can of her. Her brows are drawn together in concentration, her pink tongue poking out of the side of her mouth as she works.

Eddie feels himself lick at his own lips, wondering how it would feel to have her tongue touch any part of him. There's no stopping how turned on he was now, the tightness in his pants making him ache. He takes a few shallow, shuddery breaths as the girl ducks out of sight, circling to the other side of his van.

She peaks in at him through the passenger side window, giving him a cute little wave before leaning on her tiptoes to get at the windshield. A strangled groan gets caught in Eddie's throat, cut off by how fast he clamps his jaw tight so as not to cream his pants.

There was no way Eddie wasn't having the filthiest wet dream at this point, because as he watches with wide, unblinking eyes, he sees her chest press flat against the glass of his windshield.

The round, plump outline of her tits smashing and rubbing against the clear surface with every rough scrub she makes, has Eddie physically drooling in more than one place. 

All of Eddie's self control is going out the car window, his hands clinging to the front seat so tightly they almost turn white. The sight of her chest pressing against the glass makes him practically pant with arousal, and his entire body feels like a live wire. 

Eddie's shaking fingers fiddle with the volume, turning it up just enough to cover up how hard he's breathing to keep from cumming in his pants. 

He can still hear the occasional squeak of the girl's tits and her sponge rubbing vigorously on the glass, and it makes him start jiggling his leg out of pure anxious, horny energy. "Jesus H. Fucking Christ," Eddie grits out as his eyes flick back up to get another peak of her tits. The water must be cold, or she's getting stimulated from her activities, because her nipples were unmistakably hard. 

The puffy outline of her nipples right in Eddie's direct line of sight is the nail in the Coffin of fighting off his erection. Now his cock was painfully hard, the seam of his pants digging into the wet head in a mix of pain and pleasure so sweet that Eddie has to white knuckle grip his thigh to keep himself grounded to reality. 

Sweat is making Eddie's bangs stick to his forehead, the mix of having the AC off on this fucking miserably hot day and his arousal creating a shitty cocktail of Fuck Eddie Munson and his stupid Virgin Ass getting off on seeing a girl's tits so close. 

Eddie wants nothing more than to zip down his pants fly for a little relief, because the pain is definitely not helping him stay cool. 

"Mmm, fuck," Eddie exhales, allowing his hand to sneak surreptitiously down to palm his hot, hard length for even a fraction of relief. He hisses pleasantly at the touch, the tiny pressure from his palm makes his eyes flutter for a moment as he breathes hard through his nose. 

The girl has finished with his windshield, and Eddie almost keens with disappointment when she pulls her lovely, big tits off of the glass. White, frothy soap covers the glass which makes Eddie bite his lip. His thoughts race with images of a different kind of white creamy substance splattered all over her pretty boobs, maybe even hitting her chin like that bit of soap did earlier. 

A pathetic whimper sits in the back of Eddie's throat when his hips jerk up into his palm, unable to stop himself from how powerful the fantasy was affecting him. 

He is taken out of his half imagined day dreams by the sound of water pounding on the metal of his van. The spray of a hose distorts the view out of his windshield, making Eddie groan in frustration at not being able to see her anymore. Until the thought hits him… if he can't see her, she probably couldn't see him either. 

Guilt churns in his guts, but the hot, hard length of his cock is making his head fuzzy enough to not think straight. Eddie hates himself, but he gives in. 

The first rut of his hips brings Eddie such visceral pleasure that spots practically dance in his vision from how fucking heavenly it was. "S-shit fuck," Eddie grinds out eloquently, knowing he has very little time to enjoy this. He doesn't necessarily want to cum, just wants to enjoy this for what little time he can. 

Eddie humps desperately against his sweaty palm, the pressure hurting as much as it is helping. He wishes he could pull out his cock and feel the full heavy weight of himself in his hand. Enjoy the sticky mess of precum weeping from the head of his cock, slicking his fingers so perfectly to help him fuck his fist even faster. 

He can feel the wetness of himself through his jeans, thankful they were black otherwise anyone who looked in could see him making a pathetic, wet mess of himself in his pants. 

"So f'ckin pretty," Eddie slurs out, practically drunk off the heat pooling in his belly. He wishes he remembered her name, so he could feel the way it would vibrate in his chest and taste on his tongue as he would moan it out. 

Eddie thinks about her puffy nipples, how round and stiff they were as he grips his cock firmly to get a bit more relief. Drool fills his mouth as he wonders how good it would feel to suckle them. He knows he'd love it, knows he'd lap and kiss and suck on her tits for hours if she let him. 

He can feel the beginnings of an orgasm buzz under his skin, his breathing becoming heavy and shaky with each passing moment. The precipice is almost there, Eddie can almost reach it— 

And then the pelting sounds of the hose spraying away the soap comes to an abrupt halt. Now that there wasn't a heavy torrent of water against the windshield, the outside world was quickly coming into view and with it, the girl. 

Her shirt is soaked through, and Eddie can see the distinct outline of her chest and nipples; it's as if she wasn't even wearing a shirt. 

Wide eyed, Eddie can't tear his eyes away as the horror unfolds. She comes right up to his driver side window with a smile right as he cums violently hard in his pants. 

She gestures for Eddie to roll down his window, her smile faltering a little as she notices how heavy he's breathing and how red his face is. Eddie slams his eyes shut, humiliation burning through him, souring the euphoric hum of his orgasm. He doesn't want to roll down the window, terrified that she'll smell the cum and shame. 

But her brows are knitting together in concern and Eddie Munson isn't that much of an asshole. He silently kisses goodbye any imagined chance he might have had with her, as his shaking, sweaty hands roll down his window. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Her voice is immediately in his ear, making his sensitive nerves buzz with pleasure because Jesus fucking christ he really likes her voice. 

"Y-yeah," Eddie croaks out, cringing inwardly at himself. "Just a little hot in here with the AC off." As he talks to her, Eddie tries to discreetly adjust himself so the wetness in his pants won't be too noticeable. He feels his cum cooling on his thighs and under his ass, and he literally wants to die right about now. 

"Oh, sorry. I really tried to get it clean as fast as possible. You could have come out and enjoyed some cooler air though?" She's leaning up against Eddie's car door, her chest smooshing into the metal. 

"Yeah, I uh… I guess I could've done that huh? Got… distracted, 's a really good album after all." 

The girl laughs a little, nodding her head in agreement at Eddie's words. "Okay, fair enough. Again, I'm sorry it took so long, but she's all clean now! If you pull up to the front they're taking the donations up there." 

As embarrassed as Eddie is right now, and hoping she doesn't notice that he's sitting in a pool of his own cum, he can't help but feel a tinge of disappointment that their interaction was coming to an end. 

"Okay… yeah, um thanks. And don't worry, you could have taken all day for all I care." The words leave his mouth before he can stop them, making Eddie squeeze his eyes shut in utter mortification. 

"Enjoyed the show that much, huh?" The girl winks, but her laugh makes it clear how little she's taking this seriously. 

Oh if only you knew Eddie thinks to himself. 

"I… I no— I mean, that is I didn't not enjoy it, but I wasn't like, enjoying it in a weird way," 

She chuckles, reaching out to smoosh a finger to Eddie's lips to keep him from rambling on like that. As she leans up into his space, Eddie feels his face start burning again. Her eyes flicker between his, before lowering. 

He sees the exact moment that she notices the giant wet spot, impossible to hide even with his black jeans; her mouth parting on a sharp inhale of surprise. 

"Fuck," Eddie bites out, pulling away from her and trying in vain to hide the evidence of his shame. 

The girl's dark eyes lift up to meet Eddie's, and he's bracing himself to see hatred, disgust or even ice cold anger there. 

"You better get going Eddie, I've got another car to wash and you've got some jeans to clean." There's no maliciousness to her words, just a hint of cheeky teasing as she pulls away. 

Eddie can only bring himself to nod, before wordlessly driving forward. He sees her waving goodbye to him in the rear view mirror, and it only makes him feel worse. 

As quickly as possible, Eddie dumps whatever loose change he can into the donations box and floors it; not even caring about getting gas anymore. There was no way in hell he was getting out of the van with cum soaked pants and the hottest girl still in plain sight. 

Eddie goes to turn the volume up, blasting his music loud enough that maybe it would make his brain explode so he would never have to think about the greatest orgasm of his life followed quickly by his greatest humiliation, ever again. 

It was hours later, basking in the afterglow of another desperate, carwash girl fueled fantasy orgasm, that Eddie realizes he had never asked for her name. 

And that tomorrow morning, he was going to have to come face to face with her again in 3rd period. 

[neos-schlond-poofa]

The Parallels of Resident Lover

It is common knowledge within the Resident Lover fandom that there are many parallels in the game, namely Miranda and Bela. However. I am here to tell you there is a much more extreme and serious parallel, one that no one else has pointed out before.

Alcina Dimitrescu and Lois Griffin are parallels of each other. I know, I know, your mind MIGHT be blown right now, to the point where you don't get it. But do not fret, fellow Resident Lovers, for I am here to elaborate on the truth.

EXHIBIT A: APPEARANCES

It is no secret that both Alcina and Lois are, well, attractive. Lois Griffin is consistently called one of the hottest mothers in animation, while Alcina has a fanbase of dedicated people purely because of her appearance. These two ladies are naturally attractive; some people even call them MILFS. It's not just how hot the two are; they have different little things scattered throughout that are obviously meant to mirror each other. Lois has bright red lipstick, referencing her still mainly happy attitude, while Alcina has dark red lipstick, highlighting the dark secrets she holds. They both have earings; the earrings that Lois wears are much more modest, as she is a simple housewife that doesn't want to show off, while Alcina is rich and always ready to stun. They both wear pants. They both have short hair, representing their bold and headstrong attitudes, and it is styled in such a classy manner that upon seeing them, you know they will not mess around. Alcina is also canonically in her mid 40s, while Lois is 44.

Exhibit B: Parenthood

It can be argued that Alcina and Lois aren't the best mothers. And for the most part, neither of them even realize their faults. Furthermore, their children are all parallels of each other.

Bela and Chris - Blonde

Dani and Meg - Obvious Least Favorite

Cass and Stewie - Gays with a flair for the dramatic and their own silly best friends; Cass has Elena while Stewie has Rupert

This obviously it not a coincidence. The RL team is dedicated to making sure everything has meaning, including the own family dynamics present in their families.

Lois wasn't always a terrible mother. In early seasons, she could even be considered a good mother, even if she was sometimes a bit selfish. This is just like Alcina, but instead of it being early in the game, it is the interpretation of Alcina put in by the developers. Alcina being a bad mom in contrast to her amazing parenting skills in the original game is meant to specifically reference Lois randomly becoming a terrible mother.

Exhibit C: Their Own Families

Alcina and Lois both come from rich and powerful families. Alcina is from the Dimitrescu bloodline, while Lois is from the Pewterschmidt bloodline. Through their families, they both have a lot of money and property. Alcina most notably owns the manor present in the game and a castle, while Lois once inherits her aunt's mansion in the season 2 premiere, "Peter, Peter, Caviar Eater." While Lois opts to have a much more quiet and normal life, her family's worth can not be ignored. Having Alcina actively embrace the wealth her family brings contrasts Lois in such a stark way. After all, to be a parallel doesn't mean to be a carbon copy. They are not equal triangles; they are congruent.

Additionally, they both have odd brothers that they do not make much reference to and prefer to forget. Lois has Patrick and Alcina has Karl. One important thing to note is that Patrick's original voice actor was Robert Downey Jr. whilst Karl's last name is Heisenberg, the alias of Walter White. Who else is in the TV show of Walter White which is called Breaking Bad? Krysten Ritter, who plays Jessica Jones in the MCU. You see, it is easily all connected if you just take your thinking caps and your magnifying glass and look a bit close at the context clues.

Exhibit D: A Love For The Arts

What is Alcina and Lois, without their love for the arts? It is no secret that Alcina is a connoisseur of arts. She even teaches Women in Art at the university. She lives for art, and even expects her children to be the same way. Meanwhile, while it is less obvious for Lois, she is easily a huge fan of art. The biggest example is in the season 2 episode, "The King Is Dead," where she is committed to having the perfect play and gets mad when Peter "ruins" it. She appreciates the arts, and to see them be disrespected hurts her. Lois is also a teacher; while she is mainly known for being a housewife, she has had multiple different jobs, including once being a music teacher at school in the episode "Connie's Celica" in season 18 and consistently being a piano teacher throughout the series. Lois is a gifted piano player and is the main aspect of the arts she appreciates. For most people, they associate her piano playing with the opening of the TV Series, which goes from her casually playing the piano to a Broadway style number, which is obviously what inspired the decision to make Cass a theatre kid.

Exhibit E: Jazz Singers

While this may seem very minor, it is not. In the original game, Alcina was previously a jazz singer. Her favorite music genre is definitely jazz and she has a deep love for it. Meanwhile, Lois Griffin occasionally sings jazz throughout the series and the earliest prominent example of this in the series is the season 1 episode, "Mind Over Murder," where she begins to sing at the bar located in the basement of her house. Jazz is integral to Alcina... but would that be so true if Lois was not once a jazz singer? Her interest in jazz only exists because of Lois's connections to jazz as Alcina was directly written to be a parallel of her.

IN CONCLUSION

It is undeniable that Alcina was created to be a direct parallel to Lois Griffin. Her story simply wouldn't have the same emotional impact as it does if not for this. There is so much more that can be expanded upon as well, as I only scratched the surface of their parallels. I would like to thank Seth MacFarlane for making this all possible with the creation of Family Guy, and the Resident Lover Team for creating such a moving story. Truly, we need to stop this talk about the "Miranda and Bela" parallels now that I have revealed the truth. And, of course, you're welcome Resident Lover Team, for finally spreading the truth I know you've deeply been wishing to be discovered. Especially you, @dead-finch-420, mainly because I had to utilize some of your art pieces to make this post explaining what I'm sure you knew as you drew some of these pieces.

[15-lizards]

an anything hightower & oldtown post please 🥺 (if you have the time)

Ofc I have the time!! 💚 (also sorry for using so many pics from the Borgias again the costumes are just too good)

Oldtown vs Highgarden? The girls are having an opulence-off. They definitely have the near exact same fashions bc they’re so close, but there might be some foreign inspos in Oldtown bc they’re a port city. Also since they’re the richest city they’re quality of fabric is very high and the ornamentation/accessories are very skillfully done and detailed

However I think not everyone is doing the exposed neck and pushed up bosom thing, bc Oldtown is the center of the faith and modesty and all that. So while there’s women who prefer risqué fashions, there’s also influential women who are pushing for modesty and wear more coverage (while still dressing richly, don’t get it twisted)

There’s probably an age divide, but the older women aren’t dowdy they’re just slightly more conservative in fashion. Cause the Hightower women are the richest in the country they are gonna have those looks on lock!Like this pic is young Alerie Hightower and her mother to me

My Hightower girls love their pearls and ribbons and snoods. Matriarchs and modest women will wear their hair up and younger unmarried ones will wear it down but no rich woman in the wealthiest city in Westeros is going around looking like a pleb so ofc they spend too much time and money on braiding and shaping and fixing their hair so they can go be the hottest bitch in the sept

Kings Landing men what is stopping you from serving cunt like this…like these bitches are dripped out in more gold than Tywin has in his mines. Passing by all the citadel students and septons in training like I know they mad asf!! Anyways yeah I know all the lords and rich traders strut around like peacocks bc if you can wear pearls from the summer sea and lace from Myr then why tf not

[writing-about-current-obsessions]

If you had to pick

Pairings: Carlos Sainz x reader

Words: 5045

Summary: Carlos made a bad first impression, but do first impressions really matter that much?

First time writing for Carlos, so let me know how I did! Also, I have an idea for one more part so let me know if you would like to read it.

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„If you had to pick one guy from the grid to have sex with, who would it be?“ Pierre asked with a cheeky smile, taking a sip of his wine.

I rolled my eyes at him, taking a sip from my glass as well. It was a typical question coming from him during our so-called ‘truth and wine’ evenings – rare occasions when we could hang out with each other and catch up. We always start off the evening by ordering takeout and drinking wine, while talking about everything that we missed in each other’s lives since we last saw each other. The more we get tipsy, the steamier and crazier the questions usually get. I always have a few good laughs with Pierre by the end of nights like this.

Although, something that annoyed me to no end was when he asked the kind of questions he had just asked me. He was incredibly nosy and we talked about our love lives quite often with each other, but I never admitted to him that I liked any of the drivers.

“Apart from me, of course.”, Pierre added, like it was obvious.

I snorted. “What makes you think I would choose you?”

He looked at me as if I was the one talking nonsense. “I’m the hottest guy on the grid!”

“The most modest one, too.”, I laughed at him.

I put the glass of wine on the coffee table and settled on the sofa I was sitting on. I was getting a bit sleepy. Judging by the tint of Pierre’s cheeks and his half-closed eyelids, he was getting tipsy and tired as well. He was currently sprawled on the couch, with a half-full glass of wine in his hand, motioning with it when he talked, sloshing the liquid around and almost spilling it a couple of times.

“I don’t get why you never want to say it. There has to be someone on the grid that you like.”, Pierre frowned.

Obviously, his curiosity was getting the best of him, but also, he always became a bit more difficult when he drank. He was like a dog with a bone; he couldn’t let it go.

And the truth was, I think he had an inkling who I like. Or to be more specific, who I liked.

There was a period when I would come visit Pierre at the races quite often, which meant that I spent a lot of weekends in the paddock. Since I was a little girl and Pierre started karting I was a fan of the sport, and I followed Formula 1 for ages now. So naturally, I knew every driver on the grid and had the opportunity of meeting quite a few when I visited Pierre, and Charles as well, since I knew both of them since we were kids.

The thing was, I developed quite a strong crush during that time on a certain Spanish driver. Carlos Sainz was Charles’ teammate at Ferrari and they were great friends and colleagues. I had had only limited interaction with him and I thanked the heavens for that. I would always turn into a blushing, blubbering mess when he was around and I think Pierre noticed that. We never talked about it, but he threw a few teasing comments my way. Until one day, my crush on Carlos was absolutely shattered after a night out.

Pierre asked me to join him at a party with a few other drivers, telling me how Carlos will be there and of course, teasing me about him. And I had to admit, knowing that the Spaniard will be there was one of the reasons I decided to go. While the evening started off fun, I noticed how Carlos was always flanked by women, flirting with as many of them as humanly possible and getting increasingly drunk as time passed. It really ruined the image I had of him in my head, which only worsened at the end of the night.

I was going to the bathroom, pushing through the sea of people to get there. Turning the corner to get to the hallway, I accidentally crashed into someone, almost falling flat on my ass. Not only that, but not even a second after the unexpected impact, I felt something cold splash against my dress and then drip down it.

“Sorry, I-“, I started yelling my apology so I could be heard over the loud music, but the words got stuck in my throat as I looked down at my white dress, which was now stained and ruined.

Not only did I manage to crash into someone, but I also managed to get a drink spilled on me. Great.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, hermosa.”, Carlos slurred his words, his eyes concentrated on my cleavage and the wet stain which made the fabric cling to my body.

I was speechless when I realized it was him; feeling my cheeks burn red from embarrassment and from the attention he was giving me. I was thankful we were in a dark-lit club so he couldn’t notice how much I was blushing.

He finally tore his gaze away from my dress and looked into my eyes, smirking cheekily. His arm casually slipped around my waist and he rested his palm on my lower back. I gulped as he leaned forward, closer to my face. I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do or where was this coming from. Carlos and I were mere acquaintances and now he was putting his arm around me and getting so close to me that I could feel his breath on my neck? What the actual fuck was happening?

Carlos was now almost completely against my body, with his hands firm on my back and slowly travelling lower. His lips were almost touching my earlobe.

“How about I help you out of that ruined dress?” he asked into my ear, making me shiver.

No matter how attractive I thought he was, at that moment, he completely disgusted me. He was drunk, flirting with any woman who was in front of him, and he thought that I would just say yes to that and jump into bed with him? Not a chance.

Now angry, I lightly pushed him with both hands away from me and muttered a “no, thanks.”

He seemed to process my words a bit as he stumbled back and then he seemed surprised. I never expected Carlos to be such an asshole, but here he was, proving me wrong. Serves me right for conjuring up a whole image of him in my head, without actually knowing him.

From what Charles told me, he was funny, intelligent, and nice, but also very sweet, caring and private. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who did anything casually, but rather searched for commitment and something meaningful. Clearly, both Charles and I were wrong.

I walked away from him that night, absolutely fuming. When Pierre saw me come back from the bathroom, he immediately knew that something was wrong, so he took us both home. I didn’t tell him what had happened, I only said that some asshole pissed me off and that I wanted to leave. I couldn’t believe how stupid I was; how I let myself develop this crush and let myself be so naïve. After a while, Pierre also noticed how I didn’t react the same way anymore when someone mentioned Carlos, how I didn’t smile when I noticed him and how I actually dismissed talking about him or to him completely. Since I didn’t want to explain why and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, Pierre simply stopped with the teasing comments and I avoided Carlos every time I was at the paddock.

Pierre cleared his throat and then snapped his fingers at me, trying to catch my attention.

“What?” I sighed, annoyed.

“Is it Charles?” Pierre asked, grimacing. “Because I don’t think it is.”

“He’s cute, but no.”, I answered simply and Pierre blew a raspberry at my answer.

“Thank God. That would be a bit weird.”

I kept silent, leaving him to think and talk to himself.

“You do realize that I will never let this go until you give me an answer.”, Pierre spoke seriously, sitting up so he could grab the almost empty bottle of wine and pour himself some more red.

He raised the bottle up at me and I offered my glass so he could pour me some more as well. We both settled back into the comfy cushions of Pierre’s sofa and couch.

“I’m waiting.”, Pierre said after a few moments of silence as we sipped the wine.

“Danny is pretty hot.”, I contemplated at loud. “Did you see his outfit for Austin? I sure wouldn’t mind riding that cowboy.”

“Ugh. Gross.”, Pierre frowned.

I laughed at the face he made, loving how easy it was to mess with him. But also, he knew me better than I knew myself sometimes and he realized that I was only joking.

“You asked.”, I shrugged.

“And as always, you lied.”, he looked at me pointedly.

“Daniel is hot.”, I looked away from Pierre’s piercing gaze. “I wasn’t lying about that.”

“Maybe it’s Carlos?” Pierre asked and I turned to face him as he wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I immediately sobered up. “No.”

“Oh, come on.”, Pierre rolled his eyes at me, like I was the one who was being difficult out of the two of us. “I know you had a crush on him. Maybe you still do.”

“I would never date a driver.”, I said simply, taking a few big gulps of the wine.

“Well, I didn’t say date.”

“I also would never have sex with one.”

“Why not?” Pierre furrowed his eyebrows at me. “Speaking for myself, I would definitely show you a great time.”

“Pierre.”, I looked at him sternly.

He chortled, raising his hands up in defence. “Sorry. Force of habit. I always flirt with pretty girls.”

“And that’s my point exactly.”, I pointed an accusing finger at him. “Most of you are complete manwhores.”

“Hey!” Pierre was both surprised and offended at my comment. “That’s not-“

“You’re the prime example and you know it.”, I interrupted him, looking at him sharply. "You're my friend and I love you, but you're a manwhore, Pierre."

Before he could interject, I explained further. “And I don’t care that you are. I’m simply saying, I don’t want that.”

Pierre thought about it for a second. “Okay. Fair enough.”

And that was the end of that.

I didn’t say that yes, I did have a crush on Carlos for the longest time and yes, I kinda still do. He is definitely the one I would pick out of all the guys on the grid. I hated myself for it, but I also couldn’t help it that much. There was a lingering feeling of ‘what if’ and what could be if that night at the club didn’t happen. What was even crazier was that I was actually defending him sometimes and trying to make up excuses for his douchebag behaviour. I mean, how was it possible that both Charles and Pierre, two of my closest childhood friends, absolutely loved Carlos and never had a bad thing to say about him, but I judged him without actually knowing him? My mind wasn’t made up, but rather hopped from one side to another – either hating on Carlos Sainz or making him up to be a perfect guy who only had one mishap that night.

Also, it was becoming increasingly difficult to avoid him since I again started coming to the races more often. There were a few months of me being extremely busy at work and other things that prevented me from going, but I promised Pierre to come to a few last races of the season. Since Pierre, Charles and I hung out together a lot, and since Charles and Carlos seemed joined at the hip recently, it was becoming more of a challenge to pretend like Carlos’ entire existence wasn’t a pain in my ass.

Particularly demanding will be to not bump into him during Pierre’s house party. No matter how big Pierre’s house was, it wasn’t big enough so I could hide at the party with 30-something people there. I thought about bailing, but that was silly; I wasn’t going to miss Pierre’s party just because Carlos made me slightly uncomfortable. I was a big girl and I could handle it.

At least that’s what I initially thought, until I found myself getting ready in Pierre’s room an hour before the guests are supposed to arrive, pacing nervously back and forth as I contemplated about having to endure Carlos in my vicinity for the whole night. It was silly, right? Why was I even thinking about it? I should’ve forgotten about Carlos and this stupid crush a long time ago, but no matter what I did, he always somehow ended up invading my thoughts.

During my little freak-out, Pierre peered into his bedroom to see if I was ready, invading my private moment. I noticed him when he leaned against the doorframe, watching me in both confusion and worry.

“You good?” Pierre asked hesitantly.

I plastered on a smile. “Yeah. Almost done. I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes.”

Pierre narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion. “You sure?”

I nodded, smiling still, but it wasn’t convincing enough to fool Pierre.

“Is it Carlos?” Pierre asked carefully.

I was taken aback by the blunt question which came out of nowhere. He never asked directly what Carlos did to deserve my cold shoulder, he was always very wary about it. Pierre knew we weren’t particularly close, but he also realized that something must’ve happened which made me completely forget about my crush on Carlos. Well, Pierre thought that I didn’t have a crush on Carlos anymore, but that wasn’t exactly the truth.

“I’m not stupid, you know.”, Pierre huffed. “I know your whole thing from the other night when you talked about how you don’t date race car drivers has something to do with him.”

I sat on the bed, defeated. Guess we were talking about it.

Sometimes I kinda wished Pierre didn’t have the ability to notice when something was wrong. Scratch that, I actually loved the fact that he was so sweet and caring, but sometimes it was also annoying. He always assumed this ‘big brother’ type of role and acted very protective of me. Which, again, was sweet at times, but again, annoying.

I looked away from him to stare at a wall. “That rule has nothing to do with him.”

“You’re lying.”

“Am not.”

“You are.”, Pierre chuckled, sitting beside me on the bed. “It’s funny you have that rule because of him, since he is the furthest away from a manwhore, as you so kindly put it the other day.”

I snorted. “Sure.”

Pierre looked at me weirdly. “What exactly did he do at that party?”

He was referring to that party in Monaco, to one I left with a stained dress and a bruised ego, realizing how Carlos was certainly out of my league and how I simply couldn’t and wouldn’t be in that crowd of women surrounding him, waiting who will he pick to take back with him to his hotel room.

"Because if I need to punch him in the face, I think I could take him.", Pierre added in seriousness.

I laughed. "Would love to see that."

Pierre narrowed his eyes at me, giving me a cold look.

Sighing heavily, I let myself fall back on the smooth, plush bed. “I’m gonna sound so bitter if I say it out loud.”

Pierre also fell back on the bed, leaning on his side and resting his head on his hand so he could look at me while we talked.

He waited expectantly for me to continue. “You know I’m not leaving now until you explain.”

So, I did. I told him about Carlos flirting with everyone that night, which wasn’t a problem in itself if he hadn’t approached me the way he did. It was such a stupid thing really, but it showed that he wasn’t the type of guy I would want to go on a date with.

Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that my crush simply disappeared, which was why I was feeling so crappy about seeing him tonight. Pierre understood, trying to comfort me by promising the two of us will party hard tonight and that Carlos wouldn’t even cross my mind. Pierre’s energy truly was infectious, making me giggle with how enthusiastic he was and also how adamant he was to show me a great time tonight. Something that bugged me though was the fact that Pierre defended Carlos a bit, saying how he wasn’t acting like himself that night and that he was just drunk. I didn’t like that excuse very much. I know that Carlos and Pierre were friends, but I just couldn’t comprehend how Pierre defended him so resolutely.

Once again I found myself in the middle of the same dilemma – was I overreacting about Carlos’ behaviour and making him out to be someone that he’s not or was my bad impression right and he couldn’t be trusted?

I had no time to ponder it, because Pierre was already dragging me downstairs to grab a drink and start the party.

For quite some time, Pierre was successful in taking my mind off Carlos and having an amazing time. After all, a lot of my friends were there and I was surrounded by people who I cared about and who I always had fun with. I didn’t even notice when Carlos arrived and I managed to successfully avoid him for most of the evening, dodging any group of people that he was talking to or drinking with. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but glance at him a time or two, or maybe a few, almost making eye contact with him once because he was already staring at me. I would definitely never admit it out loud, but I also took notice of people he was hanging out with, realizing in surprise that it was mostly Lando and not a pretty brunette in a skimpy dress. A small part of me wondered if this was what Pierre meant; if this was the real Carlos, and the drunk, playboy Carlos was something out of character for him.

Each time I started to think about that more, I took a shot or tried to find one of my friends to distract me. It actually worked, until I found myself leaning on the kitchen island and talking with Charles, noticing from the corner of my eye that Carlos was making his way straight to us. I avoided looking at him, thinking that it was merely a coincidence and that Carlos would just walk past us. That is, until he stood next to Charles and me and I had no other choice but to look at him. The smile on my face immediately faltered and I looked at him in confusion.

I remembered that he probably wanted to talk with his teammate, so I was quick to take my drink, ready to leave. “I’ll see you later, Charles.”

I only managed to turn around before I heard Carlos call out my name over the music, making me freeze in my spot.

“Can I talk to you?” Carlos’ voice was pleading and gentle. “In private, please?”

Turning back around, I was met with Carlos’ expectant facial expression and Charles’ amused one. He was looking at Sainz and me as if he was in the middle of a soap opera. Charles’ eyebrows shot upwards, silently waiting and urging me to say yes.

“What about?” I opted to complicate things, not wanting the anxiety of being in a room with Carlos, alone.

I would probably make a fool out of myself because of my stupid crush and that was the last thing I needed right now.

Charles rolled his eyes at me. “She will. She’s just being difficult for no reason.”

I lightly slapped Charles’ arm, who was already retreating somewhere away from us both, sticking his tongue at me jokingly.

“Such a child.”, I muttered under my breath, making Carlos snigger.

Carlos looked like he wanted to say something, but I was faster. “Just follow me.”

He did as he was told, following me upstairs to Pierre’s room. I was sure that Pierre wouldn’t mind us talking in there, and besides, every other corner of his house was occupied by someone. Along with the music playing, it was impossible to have a normal conversation anywhere but here. Or maybe in the bathroom.

I took a few steps away from Carlos to the middle of the bedroom as he closed the door behind him. I tried not to think about how handsome he looked tonight, wearing a simple shirt with his sleeves rolled up and a pair of black pants. Despite his fondness for casual and simple outfits, he always looked effortlessly attractive. His lush hair always looked perfect, but I could notice that he styled it a bit more than usual. Fuck, it wasn't fair that he looked so good.

“I’m listening.”, I said simply.

“I want to apologize.”

“For what?”

“I know why you’re mad at me and I just want to say that I’m sorry about the way I acted.”, Carlos sounded serious and sincere, looking straight into my eyes.

I looked away, not able to handle his intense stare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not mad at you.”

“Oh, come on.”, Carlos huffed. “You’ve been avoiding me for months now.”

I kept silent, not really knowing what to say to that, because he was right about that part.

“Pierre told me why you hate me.”, Carlos admitted, going straight to the point. “About the party in Monaco.”

It took me a moment to mull over what he said.

“He did what?” I asked through my teeth, already fuming. “That little-“

“In his defence, I convinced him to do it. Maybe even blackmailed him a little.”, he shrugged it off like it was a normal thing between friends, which apparently it was.

Sighing in annoyance, I folded my arms beneath my chest in a defensive manner. “For the record, I don’t hate you.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”, Carlos smiled apologetically. “Apparently I was acting like an asshole.”

“Apparently?”

He took a big breath, now his turn to awkwardly look away, as if bracing himself to do something he really didn’t want to do.

“I was so drunk that night.”, he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t really remember much of it.”

I tsked. “Ah. Okay.”

Somehow, that made the whole thing even worse in my mind. Here I was, worrying about that one situation that happened, while he didn’t even remember it properly. Or at all.

“Can you tell me exactly what I did?”

I thought about it for a moment. “You offered to help me take off my dress after you accidentally spilled your drink on it.”

He closed his eyes briefly with a sigh, as if disappointed with his own actions. “I promise you I didn’t mean it like that.”

“So, you don’t want to sleep with me?” I asked in a serious tone, trying to fake being stern and also trying to prevent laughing at the face he made.

“No- I-“, he stumbled over his words. “I do! I want to sleep with you! Uh, I mean- Not right now, but like-“

Not being able to hold it in anymore, a few giggles escaped my mouth as I stared at his panicked facial expression, eyes bulging and cheeks red.

“I was just teasing you.”, I chuckled, biting my lip to keep from laughing again.

Carlos shook his head at me as if he wants to scold me, but with a light smile stretching across his face. “Dios mio. Let’s just forget the last few seconds happened, okay?”

“Not a chance.”, I smirked at him. “I have to torture you a little.”

“Oh, yeah?” Carlos quirked an eyebrow, looking at me in curiosity. “How else will you torture me?”

It was my turn to blush now and feel like he threw me off balance, my mind immediately going to the most inappropriate thoughts. I knew that Carlos was just returning the favour and messing with me, but his words paired with that intense stare were making my brain short-circuit. He stepped closer to me, our bodies close to touching, as he carefully put his arm around my waist. Carlos gave me enough time to push him away, but I didn’t, letting him get even closer. Carefully watching my reaction, he continued as I watched intently what is he going to do next.

Instead of pressing his lips to mine like I expected him to, he instead moved his head to the side of my head, so he could whisper in my ear. “Two can play this game, cariño.”

I couldn’t help it; my hand moved out of my own volition to rest on his firm chest as I looked up at him.

“I don’t want to play games.”, my expression changed as I stepped away from him, pulling my hand away.

Just like that, my walls were up again, the image of him surrounded by a group of models at the club who he was doing body shots with flashing bright in my mind. He got nervous again, I could see it.

“I don’t want to play games either.”, he said sincerely, watching me fold my arms beneath my chest again, just like I did before.

I watched him closely, trying to figure out what he wanted then. Why he wanted to talk and why he was looking at me so unsure now.

“I was drunk that night. It was stupid.”, he sighed, moving to sit on Pierre’s bed in a resigned manner.

A few hours ago I sat on that bed in the same way he did; all tense and anxious.

He couldn’t bear to look at me as he continued. “I was going through a bad breakup. I just wanted to get my mind off things for one night. And I fucked up.”

I instantly softened at his words. Oh.

It wasn’t exactly something I had expected him to say, but I understood. We all did stupid shit after a breakup, especially if it was a painful one. All this time I thought that this was all his personality, that he was partying and bringing women back to his hotel room every other night. If this was a one-time, stupid thing… I completely misjudged him.

Silently approaching him, I sat down beside him on the bed. “It’s not that big of a deal. I was just… A bit shocked, that’s all. Didn’t expect that from you.”

Carlos turned his head to face me. He was met with a soft smile.

“I always liked you…”, he confessed silently. “But, I never had the guts to do anything about it. I guess when I accidentally bumped into you… It was my way of drunkenly flirting with you.”

I chuckled. “Smooth operator, huh?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “It’s embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“I think you apologized enough.”, I nudged his side softly. “It’s actually kind of cute when you put it like that.”

He got a bit sheepish again, staring at me for a moment. “So, you forgive me?”

“I do.”, smiling wide, I nodded. “It’s hard not to. Especially when you say you liked me.”

“Like.”, he corrected. “I still like you.”

My smile faltered. Not because I wasn’t absolutely ecstatic to hear that, but because I hadn’t expected those words to come out of his mouth.

“You do?”

He nodded, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear, using the opportunity then to caress the skin of my cheeks with his thumb.

“Because… I like you too.”, I admitted quietly, gazing into his eyes, trying to figure out if this was really happening or not.

My heart was thumping wildly in my chest and suddenly I was a bit light-headed. Carlos beamed, smiling wide. He cupped my cheek with his hand, inching closer. Only this time, he wasn’t tricking me, he was leaning in for a kiss.

Right before his lips touched mine, he stopped. “Can I kiss you?”

Almost instinctively, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him gently to close the gap between us. The kiss was tender but passionate, my hands moving around to the back of his neck, feeling the soft strands of his hair. Carlos was gentle, but eager. His lips were soft and he tasted sweet, but most importantly, he was an amazing kisser. Anything that I ever imagined in my head was quickly forgotten, because the reality was so much better. We pulled away from each other only slightly, trying to catch our breaths. Carlos still had his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against mine, and I was mesmerized by the sight. When he opened his brown eyes to gaze at me, I had to suppress a gasp at how handsome he looked at that moment. We were both grinning, satisfied with the kiss and the confessions which were apparently a long time coming.

Completely overwhelmed by what just happened, I didn’t know what to say. Carlos was quiet as well, breaking the silence only with another peck on my lips.

It was so easy. Incredibly easy to fall for his charms and let myself trust him, but there was still this tiny voice in the back of my head wondering if it was the smart thing to do.

But, for now at least, I was too distracted and too enchanted by Carlos to worry about it. When he kissed me again, slowly and hungrily, my mind went blank and I completely let myself go to the feeling. The only sensations I was aware of were his lips on mine and his arms around my body, pulling me closer to him.

[thoughtsofatransboy]

"Forgiven"

Priest!Gerard x Ftm!Reader

Warning: NSFW, Dark content? Grammar mistakes I'm not a native English speaker, Probably doesn't make sense cuz i don't have a clue of what people do in a Catholic church, Religious guilty, Sin confession, Religious mention (what you expected? It's a priest), kinda of blasphemy? (Idk, you're fucking a priest inside the church, is it blasphemy?) Ftm reader, low-key dysphoria mentions. (Ignore Frank lol)

Synopsis: You're a low-key religious ftm guy, Father Way is the only one who understands you and don't judge you by your gender, but how can you confess to him when he is the one in your sinning thoughts?

"Here i am..." You said, finally arriving the little church. Despite you being trans, you still kind of religious, anytime you think you sin, you feel a necessity to confess, but this time you went too far.

The sin of Lust. But you made it WORST. You were fucking desiring a priest, the local priest, the only one who supported you on being yourself. You were feeling horrible, but what could you do? Father Way was the hottest guy you ever seen, the way he moves, the way he talks and the way we calmly listen to you everytime you need to confess.

You see Father Way, when he looks back to you, he goes to you. "Hello Son, need to confess again?"

You nod timidly, nothing else to say. Trying to figure out how to manage through this situation, how could you confess to him when he's the reason you sinned? Well, it's not like you have time to think now, he's already leading you to the confessional.

As you sat down, he noticed you were very nervous, in an attempt to calm you down, he said "Calm down my dear... Tell me your sins, you will be forgiven... There's nothing in the world that you do that can't be forgiven. The tone he said it could make your body melt right there, it's not your fault that he's so sexy even while trying to be modest, isn't it? Oh... How could God forgive you when you are sinning inside his own house? Inside the church?

"Dear? Are you feeling nice?" Father Way's voice breaks your mental focus, now you know you need to start it or at least say something. "Sorry Father, I'm going to start..." You left out a pity and anxious sigh. "I've been lustful... Filthy thoughts... And about someone i shouldn't..."

"A married man?" It was the worst he was expecting, honestly. "No... E-even worse" Father Way raised an eyebrow... suspecting of who could be the one making you have naughty thoughts.

"Then? Who is it?" You swallow it hard, getting more and more anxious. "A...a p-priest. I-i visited another church last week and-and i met a young priest and he's...cute" Fuck! You're a horrible liar. "hmmm... I see, i see... I'm not going to lie, it is a pretty bad sin... But you can receive forgiveness, just don't do it again and pray asking God for forgiveness, He will listen to your plead, I'm sure"

"But father... i-i..." You shut your eyes down, trying to breath but you couldn't, the guilty was too much, some tears started to roll down by your face. "Father... the... priest... is..is..." You decide to tell it, if you didn't the guilty would eat you alive. "You! You're the one in my thoughts! My worst ones"

Way was impressed, the confessional was suddenly silent but after some seconds, that felt like years, he smirked a little "Oh sweet boy... What a bad, naughty boy... you've been getting all aroused because of me?" You blink three times in shock, you really hope you aren't dreaming...

"F-father... what are you saying-?" You're more nervous than before, happy that Way's teasing you but shy at the same time. "Oh... You know very well what I'm saying" He stepped off of the confessional cabin, getting closer and closer to you, the gap between you and he is very little. He started to kiss you jaw getting closer to your ear "Want this? Couldn't lie... I've been a little interested in you too... But you're probably happy with it, aren't you? Don't lie" You could only nod. "Great" without you noticing he was already with his hands all over your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I'll fuck your sins out of you, 'kay? So you get satisfied and won't do it ever again... You so shy today... Where's my brave boy?" You couldn't hold it anymore, you pull him into a kiss, a deep and lustful kiss. You guys separate it after some time, in the need to breath. "There he is! There he fucking is..." He started to kiss and suck in your neck, whispering praises to you "Such a sweet boy, so pretty, so handsome... You're very handsome, aren't you?"

You could only whine and moan while he attached your neck, but you wouldn't let it go this easily. You pushed him, making him enter the confessional cabin, once he entered it, you didn't thought twice before sitting on his lap, now your time to suck and kiss his neck, licking and holding tight on his shoulders. "Oh my God boy... You gonna kill me this way.... Argh!" Way tried to hold his moans, too proud to let them out. You grind against his lap, making friction against his bulge, the bulge you only noticed now that he sat down. You kissed him deep once again, harmoniously wrapping his tongue with yours, it was a messy and sloppy kiss, but one full of desire.

"Aaaa...Mmm.. okay boy! 'kay! Got it dude... you're in control, Kay? Kay?" You smirk, happy that he finally admitted it. "We need to be quickly, soon we'll have a mass..." You got in your knees, already pulling out his cassock. Once you removed it, you already started to kiss and tease his bulge, once you remove his cock from the boxers, you look at him, with a naughty smile, his cheeks all flushed and his breath hot.

You kiss and lick the tip of his cock, taking the opportunity to massage his balls, his cock throbbing crazily and his moans echoing around. "Yeah! T-that's my dude... A good cock sucker... Mmm... My little cock sucker, thank you... Argh! Thank you.... C-can i suck your dick too?" You stopped your sucking, glaring at him, nodding as quick as you processed the information.

Way put you on his place, crawling between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing your boxers down. The groan he left out was nothing but pure carnally desire. "What a pretty dick... What a pretty hot hole... I love it" He started licking delicately over your t-dick, kissing and sucking making you melt in pleasure. "Can i finger you? D-do you like it?" You nodded, Way inserted two fingers into your hole, not focused in being quick but in touching your sweet spots. He felt you clench hard around his fingers, he giggled silently, going back into sucking your t-dick. "Good... You're going to cum for me, huh? Gonna cum for me handsome?..." You finally reached your climax, moaning high and shameless, for a second being grateful that the church was empty today.

Your legs were a little shaking, so he put you on his lap a little, stroking your hair. "Forget that shit about being quick...my handsome...so good for me... You were incredible..." He kissed your cheek and kept stroking your hair. After some minutes you both decided to take the next step, he stroked himself a little, rubbing against your entrance. "Shh... Shh... I'll take care of you handsome, i promise" He pushed it into you slowly and delicately, like he was touching a piece of glass. His firsts thrusts were deep and slow, letting you adjust to him and afraid of hurting you. "You too tight... Oh God..." He started bucking his hips into yours, his thrusts getting faster and faster, you bucking your hips down on his too, increasing the deepness and the friction, you both left out a cracked moan. "F-Father... Oh my gosh... You're so good... So hot..."

You guys muffled each other's moans with kisses. "I love you Way! I love you..." you bucked your hips particularly harder this time. "Thanks handsome... i love you! I-i love you too....!" You're reaching your climax along with him. "Aaaa! D-dude... Gonna c-cum on my cock sweet boy? I think you really sh-should!" You clenched hard around his cock, finally cumming. He didn't lasted that long after you finished, he bucked his hips one last time before cumming inside you. He kissed your lips with a soft sigh. "You're incredible... I'm happy to have you... So pretty and hot.." you giggled a little, resting your head on his shoulder. "Forgiven" you both crack in a laugh, he stroked your hair a little more. "I'll help you to get dressed, the mass will start very, very soon... When it finishes, I'll bring you home and we'll cuddle together, okay?" You only nodded, pecking his lips while he helped you to put your boxers on again. You left the confessional cabin, taking a seat waiting for the mass to start. Smiling silly everytime you locked your eyes into his, now you're deep in sin, but really happy.

[steddieas-shegoes]

thank you gerry much

It's time forrrrr weekly fic recs! These are my top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors, but please check their AO3/masterlists because they have so many amazing things to read and sometimes what I love most isn't what you might love most!

This week is transmasc Steve truther, Sleep Token cult leader, @steves-strapcollection/@gerrystamour! Gerry is probably singlehandedly responsible for the transmasculine Steve Harrington tag on AO3 and I couldn't be prouder of his hard work. He also is responsible for the creation of quite possibly the hottest OC to ever exist: our boyfriend, Tig (more below). Cannot put into words how special Ger is to me and this fandom as a whole. As always, read the tags, don't like, don't read, and consider me the personal attack dog for him if you aren't nice 😇 And as with all of the recs, NSFW is below the cut, minors DNI with me or with Gerry!

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here i have found some peace of mind Rated E | 60,434 words I can't put into words how incredible this is. The moment Ger announced this fic, I was hooked like a damn fish. It's his pride and joy, his magnum opus, his gift to the world. One of many favorite lines: “Steve, you just sucked my soul out of my cock , don’t be fucking modest,” Eddie laughed, lifting his hands to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes. “We didn’t even make it to my bunk, Steve. I had everything set up, then you came in here and got on your knees like the perfect wet dream you are, and you’re gonna act like you don’t know exactly how good you are?”

i could be honest, i could be human Rated E | 48,581 words This fic. HOOOOOO BOY. This fic has it all. It has the angst, it has the soft boys, it has the idiots, it has the gentle tender nasty fuckin'. And its follow up properly introduces TIG. i can't tell where you end and where i start is the first time I read anything so focused on an OC, especially when it's Steve and an OC. Tig is built different. He is and always will be our boyfriend. And let me just say, for the record, he is even hotter than this fic gives him credit for. He's been even MORE developed since and god help us all. Favorite thing: Just the fact that we've been given an OC that is so incredible. He's inspired people to do more with OCs and I think it's great. Tig is my hero, and Ger is my hero for making him THE hottest fictional man to ever exist.

you're in the walls that i made with crosses and flames Rated E | 7,659 words This was a birthday fic for @legitcookie (who will be featured on a rec soon!) and I would venture to say it may be one of the most romantic tender fuckin' scenes I've read to date. Ger sent me the scene from Atonement and I...changed as a human. Favorite lines: “Stevie,” Eddie breathed, the corners of his mouth ticking upward in something close to a smile, even as the next fluttering blink had the tears barely clinging to his lashes falling down his cheeks.

And Steve was helpless, staring up at the beautiful man in his arms, and he had to blink his own tears away as they blurred his vision. “Eds,” he said, not even bothering to hide just how awed and overwhelmed he was to have Eddie like this again. Steve made a promise to himself that he would make up for every single day he made this man feel unwanted, unworthy, unloved.

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Sucker For You - Joseph Quinn (One-Shot)

Since you all loved my last Joseph Quinn one shot so much I chose to brave another one for your eyes! Hope you enjoy it, friends!

He was stunned. The girl he had been dreaming about stood right in front of him. Perhaps, not dressed as beautifully as in his dreams but he could not get those pretty E/C colored eyes out of his head. He didn't get dreams very often that he remembered enough but this one was so persistent. For a good week, he seemed to have the same occurring dream. Perhaps not scene by scene but in every single one of those dreams, she was in it. With skin a smooth S/C and eyes a perfect shape and color as they kept solid eye contact as her companion spoke to her. Her dress was a modest maxi dress in the deepest shade of navy paired with a light-colored cream thick belt around her middle and matching sandal wedges on her feet which completed her look perfectly. Her hair was perfectly styled and glossy looking in a beautiful shade of H/C as it seemed to shine under the lights above and don't get him started on that beautiful smile occupied by a musical laugh. He was smitten and if he wasn't an actor with a good poker face in character no one would have known the wiser that Joseph Quinn was crushing hard on his interviewer.

She finished speaking with her colleague before that form graced the floor in his direction with that warm smile on her face as she extended a hand that sported a pretty charm bracelet on her wrist. "Hi, thank you so much for coming on short notice! Adam isn't very good at calling ahead, I generally like to call agents myself." her voice was soft and friendly as she beamed up at him; even with the 3 inch heel giving her an extra height she was still shorter than Joseph's 5 foot 10 inches in comparison.

But he didn't care at all as he looked down at her with a smile that could light the whole world and gentle puppy brown eyes as they looked down at her. He grasped her outstretched hand with both of his and shook it gently before raising her hand to his lips to press a warm kiss to the back of it.

"Oh don't think anything of it, love! I'm very happy to be able to do another interview!" he replied happily as he let go of her smaller palm so that he did not look like a creeper by holding it longer than needed.

The soft tone of pink on her cheeks was evident as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her smile grew a little shyer. "Well, we are happy to have you Mr. Quinn! This is actually one of my first chances to interview solo so I'm a little nervous. So if I fumble during filming please just go with it." her laughter was shy and a tad bit embarrassed as she waved a hand around.

"Oh I'm sure you'll do amazing! And please call me Joseph!" the actor replied running a hand shyly through his chocolate curls.

The smile the woman sent him would have melted his very bones and made his knees go jelly but he was an actor so keep up that face was what he needed. When they finally got into position in front of a plague wall with the Stranger Things cover on the back and the man of the hour was comfortably sitting in his chair with a water bottle placed on the floor just out of sight. The woman took her own seat a respectable distance across from the man. She seemed a lot more nervous than Joseph and he couldn't help but give her an encouraging doublt thumbs up right before the camera began to roll forcing the female interviewer to mask the flush that spread across her body at his gesture.

"Hello everyone, thank you so much for tuning in today; welcome back to the show!" a bright welcoming smile graced her features as the camera panned to her face. "Today we have a very special guest with us today. Mr. Joseph Quinn himself from the hottest hit Stranger Things; Joseph thank you so much for taking the time to chat with us, we are so excited to have you!" her gaze turned to the actor as the back cameras clicked on showing the frontal view of the man himself who waved to the camera with charm

"Oh of course! I'm delighted to be here. Thank you so much for the opportunity!" he beamed

"Well if anything we should be thanking you for the time you're making to do this interview for us. Stranger Things Season 4 has pretty much blown all the others out of the water; it certainly blew Netflix up!" Y/N laughed before continuing as the actor nodded with a smile.

"Now you play a new character that's been introduced in Season 4; Eddie Munson. Can you tell me a little about what you had to do to get in the idea of playing such a character?" she asked tilting her head as her gaze lifted briefly from her notes in her hand to give the man her undivided attention.

"Yeah of course, you know I actually had thought about how I could make Eddie's character a little different than all the others within the show. Everyone's sort of brought their characters to life one way or another so when I was reading the script at the beginning I was coming up with ideas on how to evolve Eddie in some sort of way. I was actually talking with the brothers during script reading at one point and Eddie's character was actually written to be someone more grungy and a little more hardcore. But little by little as we were shooting the scenes I sort of improvised a lot of the way Eddie's character was portrayed and the brothers seemed to like it a lot more than the original idea for his personality which I thought was a nice twist." he replied; hands waving a little bit as he spoke

"Well he certainly took the hearts of so many viewers out there so fantastic job! Do you actually know the size and strength Eddie's fandom had created in just one season? I think it's overrun by any other character on the show thus far and that's saying a lot. Are you surprised that he's gotten so much love?"

A small little smile tugged at the actors lips as his tongue peeked out a bit and his face flushed happily at the praise. "Actually yes, I had gotten a small glimpse of it all and I can honestly say it's very humbling considering that I was originally afraid that my portrayal of Eddie's character wasn't good enough in the beginning but it truly makes my heart so happy to hear that he's such a beloved character by the viewers. It makes it very bittersweet and heartbreaking considering the outcome of his character." Joseph replied nodding thoughtfully

Y/N smiled taking a moment to nod along with him and glance down at her notes a bit but before she could ask her next question Joseph actually intervened when he spoke up again

"I had actually noticed that charm on your bracelet earlier before we filmed; it looks like a Stranger Things icon. Are you a big fan?" a little smile played on his face that was equal parts curious and happy.

Lifting her wrist up to view it herself Y/N beamed a bit shyly. "Actually yes it is! You have a sharp eye! It's actually Eddie's guitar pick." she stated with an almost embarrassed laugh.

"Ah so you're an Eddie's girl too huh? I knew those questions were a little personal." the actor teased making the woman playfully hide her face as the camera panned over to her.

"Guilty as charged! But the blame is all on you for such an amazing portrayal of such a lovable character Joseph! We are seriously going to miss him on the show; unless of course you can give us a little insight on whether on not he'd coming back? You know there are theories that Eddie's not actually dead." she commented with eyes seemingly a little more keen than an interviewer usually should have. The tall tale of her own fangirl itching to burst forth but a slow smile gracing his features slowly dulled the excitement as he replied with a shrug

"I honestly can't say one way or another. I was very keen on wanting to come back for next season but it's kind of hard to think on how - if the brother's choose to - Eddie would be brought back after his death scene. Of course I'd love to come back if they want me too but it's really up to them at this point. I was surprised to see so much love given to his character so I'd be honored to play him again if given the chance." he replied with a twinkle in his eye that Y/N couldn't quiet make out the meaning behind.

When they were done with the interview the woman began unhooking herself from her microphone but looked up when Joseph came over to her with a warm grin on his face.

"Thank you again so much for the interview. I'm sorry if I fangirled too obviously." she teased handing over the microphone devices over to a staff worker

"Oh no of course not love! I wouldn't have minded if you did." his cheeky remark made her laugh as she reached down to grab her water and take a sip watching him

There was some sort of pause between them as if they didn't want to end their time together but unsure of what to say next. When the woman finally gave a little wave and grabbed her things to leave with an excuse of needing to go Joseph finally jumped at his chance before it slipped through his fingers.

"Actually, Y/N. I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner, um tonight maybe? Unless your busy…" the adorable shyness of him made her grin over at him and squint

"I dunno if my boyfriend would like that…unless it's a business dinner of course but…" she trailed off and she could see his smile dropping a bit

"Boyfriend. Right." he hissing in a little breath. "Yeah um…" he was at a loss for words and Y/N couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head.

"I'm joking Joseph. I don't have a boyfriend." she grabbed her bag and pulled out her phone before holding it out to him expectingly "And I would love to go out for dinner with you."

The grin that he sent her made her world as he quickly typed in his number into her contacts. "That's great! For me that is." he laughed a bit he sent a text message to his number so that he had hers before handing the device back. "I'll pick you up at 6?"

She hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm, funny, sweet, and a gentleman. I think I hit the jackpot." she giggled placing her device back in her bag. "6 o'clock is perfect. I'll text you my address."

The actor gave her a warm farewell hug and the woman had to stop herself from inhaling his scent like a mad woman with her nose buried in his neck but damn did he smell good. When she pulled away she flashed him one more smile before turning to head out the door with him traling in tow. "I'll see you later than Mr. Quinn." she shot over her shoulder as they entered the hallway.

"Looking forward to it Ms. Y/L/N." was his cheeky reply before the pair began walking in opposite directions down the hallway with big smiles plastered on their faces and thoughts of just how well their night may go tonight.