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olomaya · 6 months ago

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Snowflake Day Tree + Activities

I actually started to make this two years ago and forgot about it but then I got the idea to do it again and remembered that I had already written most of the code. It was sort of like finding money in your pocket you'd forgotten about. 😂

Much like in real life, I prefer to spend my holidays in-game with family instead of randoms and I just want to open presents without having to throw a Gift Giving party. So I made a Christmas Snowflake Day tree to do that where you can decorate and add gifts to open on Snowflake Day.

I also added some holiday activities for kids and toddlers if you have the More Activities Activity Table. It's an add-on so you need that mod (and whatever requirements go with it) if you don't already.

Enjoy and Merry Christmas!

More info after the cut and Updates here

Decorate the Tree (this is meant as a joinable group activity so you can invite others to join; up to 4 Sims (child+) can decorate)

Add Tree Topper (if you have any)

Hang Ornaments (if you have any)

Turn On/Off Lights (if decorated)

Admire Ornaments (sims may get a nice holiday moodlet - Holiday Memories buff)

Add Gift for…

Look at Presents (get information on how many gifts are under the tree and to whom)

Steal Presents (only for Klepto, rebellious, Evil, Mean-spirited; you will get in trouble if someone sees)

Sneak a Peek at Presents - to check out any of your gifts

Invite Everyone to Open Presents - for Snowflake Day, brings everyone on the lot to open gifts under the tree; if someone doesn’t have gifts, they will watch others open presents and if they are in the household they will get a sad buff. Gifts improve relationship score if Sims like it; does nothing if they don’t but if they get too many gifts they don’t like, they can complain about it.

Open Gifts - self explanatory. If you don’t want to gather everyone together, you can open gifts at any time on Snowflake Day. Depending on how many gifts you like/don't like, you will get a special moonlet (Feeling Grateful/Bummer Holiday)

Take Down Decorations

Put Away Tree

Sims can also:

This is a one-time interaction that Sims can use on any family or household member. If a sim gets what they asked for, they will get a special buff (Just What I Wanted)

Thank for Presents (if they had a particularly good Snowflake Day)

Complain about Presents (if they had a bad one)

With the MAAT add-on, children and toddlers can also:

Make handmade ornaments and hang them on the tree. The ornaments can be stored in the decorations box.

Make handmade Snowflake Day cards for friends and family (kids only). You can give them directly to Sims or put them under the tree as a gift.

Notes and Recommendations:

To be able to utilize all the tree features, make sure there is enough space around the entire tree for Sims to gather and interact with the tree

Your Sims need to have a giftable object in their personal or household inventory to add a present to the tree

When a Sim has asked for a gift, the game checks whether any of the gifts they receive are in the same buy subcategory or object type as what they asked for so if, as example, a kid asks for a toy and you get them a cc toy that is categorized as a plant or deco object in the game, it’s not going to count.

To gift jewelry, you need the TS3 Store Jewelry Machine or any custom wearable jewelry objects that is the same object type as the Store Jewelry box object

If you don't have my activities table mod and don't want it, then don't download the two MAAT files.

Requires Generations, Showtime (actually I don't think you need Showtime. I think I wanted to use something from it but then didn't but I'm sure one of you will confirm for me 😭) and Seasons

Details and Instructions:

The tree and box can be purchased in the Entertainment/Hobbies Section (300 and 200, respectively), the tree topper in the Misc Deco (90) or they can all be found in the custom Snowflake Day collection file.

To decorate the tree, your Sim needs both the tree object and the decorations box. Custom ornaments and tree toppers go into the decorations box.

The tree comes with a default decoration but you can create and add your own tree decorations. The file has an XML (HolidayTreeDecorations) where you can add the Resource Key, Group ID for the OBJD of the decoration, whatever name you want to call it, whether you want it to light up or not, and the image (if you don’t want a custom image, just use the default one in my first entry).

Credits: Meshes by EA, tree deco is from Coral Island (I hope Stairway Games doesn't come for me!!) and the ornaments are by me and Freepik. Images are EA and Flaticons. Animations by EA and me.

Download here

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youreverydayfangirl · 8 months ago

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DELICATE

pairing: max verstappen x singer reader

summary: the one where she has reservations, everything's a bit fragile for her and hes persistent

warning: self doubt

a/n: THREE UPDATES????

face claim: sabrina carpenter

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y/nsprivate still looking for my flynn

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-> y/nsprivate 🤭 how about that second date???

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f1gossip some snapshots of your fav f1 couples at Charles Leclercs halloween party last night!!

Tagged: charlesleclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, estebanocon, flavybarla, pierregasly, francisca.cgomes

user1 exbsf in the likes??

-> user2 all she does is try and insert herself into WAG activities tbh

-> user3 right! she did the same thing when lando was still with you know who

user4 alex and charles in the third pic omg

user5 anyone else find it weird that a lot of the grid was invited but lando wasn't

user6 is that y/n y/ln in the last slide

-> user7 IS THAT MAX VERSTAPPEN

-> user8 OMGG????

-> user9 delusional as shit

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It had been a couple weeks since y/n last saw Max, but the memory of the night was still fresh in her mind. Since then she had spoken to Max over text a handful of times. When the Charles' halloween party came around, she wasn’t entirely surprised to find herself standing beside him, his broad figure decked out in a Top Gun flight suit that looked almost too good on him.

He gave her an appraising look, clearly amused. "So, Rapunzel, huh? Looks like you were ready to let down your hair," he said with a grin, glancing at the long, braided wig she’d chosen for the night.

She laughed, giving a mock curtsy. "Only for special occasions," she teased.

As they mingled through the crowded party, he leaned down, an amused glint in his eyes. "So… does this count as our first date?" he asked, his tone light but a little hopeful.

Y/n smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up as she glanced sideways at him. "Depends," she replied. "Are you going to sweep me off my feet like a real first date?"

Max chuckled, taking her hand with a confidence that made her pulse quicken. "Guess I’ll have to step up my game, then," he said, pulling her closer into the crowd of people dancing.

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-> y/nsprivate YOUR CUTE

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-> itssabrinaaa 'just a friend'

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It was a quiet Sunday night, and the city’s noise was muffled by the gentle sound of rain tapping against the windows. Y/n curled up on the couch next to Max, feeling the warmth of his arm around her as they watched bones together in comfortable silence. His cats, Jimmy and Sassy, had claimed their spots on the other side of the couch, while her own cat, Gizmo, was nestled comfortably in her lap. It was a picture of peaceful simplicity, the kind of evening she never wanted to end.

Max reached for the remote, lowering the volume during a quiet part of the movie. She glanced up, and he looked down at her, eyes soft, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all night. Her heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze.

“Y/n, can I ask you something?” he said quietly, his voice a bit more serious than usual.

“Of course,” she replied, straightening up slightly, her hand absentmindedly scratching Gizmo’s ears.

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. “I just… I need to know, Y/n, what are we?”

Her heart sank, the warmth she’d felt just moments before now turning to panic. She hadn’t been ready for this, not yet. The future, a label, something real, she knew that was what he deserved, but she didn’t know if she could be the one to give it to him. The words choked in her throat, refusing to form.

“Max, I…” she stammered, eyes darting away. Her fingers instinctively went to pet Gizmo, as if somehow grounding herself to reality, but it wasn’t working. The room felt too small, the air too thick. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can give you an answer right now.”

His face softened, though she could see the hurt flicker in his eyes. “I understand if you’re scared. I just want to know if I’m someone you want to try with. I’ll wait, Y/n. But I need to know if there’s something to wait for.”

The vulnerability in his voice shattered her, and she could feel the words bubbling up, desperate to explain herself. But the more she tried to force them out, the more trapped she felt. She swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears welling up, and before she even fully understood what she was doing, she stood up, gently displacing Gizmo from her lap.

“Y/n?” Max’s voice was laced with concern, but she couldn’t look at him. The room was spinning, and she felt like she was drowning.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, barely audible. “I just… I need to go.”

She grabbed her things, barely managing to gather Gizmo in her arms before heading to the door. She could feel Max’s gaze on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. Not when she felt so raw, so exposed.

The last thing she heard before she closed the door behind her was the quiet, broken way he’d called her name. And it stayed with her the entire way home, echoing in her mind as she fought the urge to turn back, knowing she wasn’t ready to face the fear or the love that waited for her on the other side of it.

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Y/n sighed, her eyes lingering on the messages Max had sent her. She replayed his words in her mind, but the part that made her heart race—the moment he’d asked, “What are we?”—had also made her freeze. She didn’t quite understand her reaction, why that question had shaken her so deeply.

It wasn’t that Max had done anything wrong. He’d been everything she could hope for—patient, caring, thoughtful. She knew she felt something real for him, that he’d somehow slipped past every wall she’d built since her breakup with Lando. But beneath that realization, a dark feeling had crept over her, like ink spreading across a page. She was scared. No, she was terrified.

After everything she’d been through, the idea of letting someone in again felt overwhelming. She’d barely managed to piece herself back together after Lando, and she knew that if things fell apart with Max, she might not have the strength to do it again. With Max, she’d fallen fast and hard, in a way that felt both thrilling and dangerous. And how could she not? He was almost too good to be true. Yet, she couldn’t shake the voice in the back of her mind whispering that trust like this came with a cost.

Her relationship with Lando had taught her so much. They’d loved each other, but they’d been unwilling to bend in the ways that mattered. There were too many conflicts, too many moments of stubborn silence. She knew, deep down, that they were never meant to be.

But with Max, it was different. He saw beauty in parts of her that Lando had once found flaws. The qualities she had found exhausting in Lando felt effortless in Max. He was everything.

Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to fall completely, because if she did, Y/n didn’t believe anyone would be there to catch her.

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Y/n had barely slept the night before, her mind stuck on the way Max had looked at her when he asked, “What are we?” She’d messaged him, asking to meet up, but now, waiting for him here, her stomach twisted with nerves. When she saw him walking toward her, hands tucked in his pockets, that gentle smile on his face, her heart clenched. How was it that he could make her feel both safe and completely vulnerable at the same time?

“Hey,” he greeted, his smile fading a little as he studied her face. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, though the words tangled in her throat, refusing to come out. Max, sensing her hesitation, took a step closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and patience.

“Y/n, talk to me,” he murmured, his voice a soft anchor.

“I… I don’t know why I panicked,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “When you asked what we were.” She saw the flicker of hurt in his eyes and felt guilt wash over her. “It’s not you, Max. You’ve been everything I could want.”

He looked down, nodding slowly as he absorbed her words. “But something’s keeping you from trusting this,” he said gently, sadness tracing his voice.

She exhaled shakily, looking away. “After everything with Lando, I just… I’m terrified, Max. The thought of letting myself fall again, of opening up like that—it scares me. If something went wrong… I don’t think I’d be able to put myself back together.”

He was quiet, letting her words sink in. Then he reached for her hand, his thumb brushing softly over her knuckles. “Y/n,” he said, his voice steady and calm. “I know you’re scared. And I understand that trust isn’t easy when you’ve been hurt before. But I’m not him. I’m here now, and I want us—whatever that looks like for you.”

He tilted her chin up, his eyes meeting hers with a fierce sincerity. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with the emotions she’d kept buried. “You deserve someone who’s not this… scared.”

Max shook his head, his expression unwavering. “I want you, Y/n—all of it. The good, the bad, the parts you’re afraid to show. I know I’m asking for a lot, but please, let me in.” His gaze softened, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “We can take it as slow as you need. I’m here for that.”

Y/n felt a weight lift from her chest as she looked into his eyes, realizing that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to carry the fear alone. She didn’t have to be fully healed to let herself love him.

With a small, tentative smile, she squeezed his hand back. “Thank you, Max. For being so patient with me.”

A look of relief and warmth spread across his face. “You’re worth the wait, Y/n.”

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a wayyyy more wordy one for you guys

thank you for all the love on this you guys omgg

also i thought id do a couple now cause halloween is coming up and im gonna be bussyyyy

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sillymommy6969 · 6 months ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕲UESS ᝰ! 𝕷ARA RAJ

synopsis: katseye lucked out when their team managed to score a-list celebrity and award-winning actress, y/n l/n to be featured in their upcoming music video for ‘touch’. when the cameras turn off and the doors close, lara feels a little more than just onscreen chemistry with her mv love interest

featuring: billie eilish, yunjin (some lesserafim), dominic fike, rio amor, tyler, the creator, the sturniolo triplets, txt/enhypen mentioned, the raj family, jenna ortega, dylan minette

disclaimers: ariana greenblatt is used as a face claim but ONLY because i used a lot of her pictures for the smau, smau + real life, harsh language, mentions of sexual content, party animal!lara, angst/fluff/slight!nsfw, drinking, smoking

taglist: comment here if you want to be added!

profiles ᝰ! futchseye, drake’s roster

chapters:

01. daniela avanzini: rizziest katseye member?

02. a futch woman with dyed hair

03. pop base is the world’s biggest opp

04. bacardi and brie

05. she has a type for her women, i fear

06. she likes the girls in the band

07. -she says that i’m her all time favourite

08. futch x femme

09. google: what to do when ur ex is besties w ur fake gf?

10. the planned date vs the “save the day” date

11. two sides to every story

12. the date (long chapter + sm at the end)

13. huh

14. all press is good press

15.

more content to be updated soon!

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wcnderlnds · 2 months ago

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easy to hate | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 29TH

・❥・ summary: seunghyun had been your best friend, the love of your life but distance had torn you apart and now when you meet him five years later, he’s not happy to see you ・❥・word count: 3k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. fingering, unprotected p in v. slight choking. multiple orgasms. angry sex. swearing. ・❥・authors note: this is my last fic of the challenge so i had to go out with a bang (literally). this might be rushed bc it’s hot in the uk and doing anything has been torture but hopefully you like it <3

London in December wasn’t for the faint hearted. The chilly breeze brushing through the air, the first specks of snowdrops falling from the sky — it was beautiful but absolutely freezing. You pulled your coat tighter around you, wishing that you’d at least brought some gloves with you so your hands weren’t freezing. You rubbed them together trying to get some heat flowing in them again but to no avail. Why had you even agreed to this?

When your friend had first come to you crying that her other friend had bailed on going to BigBang’s show with her, you’d immediately felt bad for her so had offered to accompany her. But, a BigBang concert was the last place you ever wanted to be. There was a secret you’d never told your friend, one that you had kept close to your chest because you knew the second you told them, you’d be bombarded with a million questions that you didn’t want to answer.

Truth was, you knew them. You had been friends with the whole band but especially one member in particular.

Choi Seunghyun had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You’d been neighbours growing up, forced to hang out with each other when your parents spent time together and that had forged a bond for your whole teens. The two of you did everything together to the point it was hard to find one of you without the other. That had slowly blossomed into a romance. Seunghyun had been your first kiss, your first real boyfriend but it had been when he’d first started as a trainee at YG so the relationship had been kept a secret. The other boys had known, of course, but that was about it. The last thing you had wanted was for it to get out and ruin Seunghyun’s reputation before the band had even debuted. So, you had kept it sealed, away from prying eyes.

Then, when you were twenty years old, your father had got a promotion. The catch was that it was in the United Kingdom which meant you had to leave your life in Korea behind. It was the hardest thing you’d ever had to do. You’d been with Seunghyun for almost three years at that point and saying goodbye to him made your heart ache. You couldn’t do it so… you had taken the cowards way out and left him a note.

Everyday you’d regretted that you’d never done it face to face but it was for the best. It would have been harder to leave seeing his face. Your own heart had broken, it had taken the better part of almost a year before you could finally move on from him. There had been many times when you’d wanted to reach out and reply to the texts he sent you but you couldn’t. A clean break, thats what it had to be. Especially since you thought you’d never see him again.

But, here you were standing in the line to go backstage because of course your friend had scored backstage passes.

You were praying and hoping that you could avoid him but it was going to be impossible. Maybe he wouldn’t even recognise you. It had been five years after all. You’d changed and from what you’d seen, so had he. The unfortunate thing about your best friend being one of their biggest fans was that you were constantly updated on what they did. Seeing photos of the man you’d once called the love of your life was painful, especially when she’d tell you the latest gossip about any girl he was seeing. You had to grit your teeth and nod your head, acting like it didn’t tear you apart inside. Not that you had any right to feel that way, you had been the one to break his heart. He deserved to be happy and you hope he had found that happiness somehow.

It took another half an hour before you were finally inside the building. Steve, the bodyguard, had checked your passes thoroughly before letting you inside. At least they had good security. Now you were inside, the heat of Wembley Arena hit you like a ton of bricks causing you to remove your jacket. The nerves started bubbling up now as you were lead to the room where the guys were. There were only about ten of you who had managed to get backstage passes, the boys wanting to keep their meet and greets lowkey before the shows.

It was when you were inside the room where you were to meet them when you really started regretting it. Your stomach churned, threatening to throw up the remains of your lunch from earlier. When the girls around you started jumping around excitedly, you knew the boys were in the room. You’d positioned yourself behind some of the taller fans so that nobody could see you yet.

It didn’t work for long.

“Are my eyes fucking deceiving me?!” Jiyong’s shocked voice sounded out as his eyes landed on you, a big grin on his face.

“Y/N?” Daesung beamed.

Before you knew it, you were being engulfed by Jiyong, Youngbae and Daesung. It felt nice to know that they didn’t hold anything against you. It didn’t make it any less easier, though. Now, you had to explain to your friend why these men knew you. “Okay, okay, I need to breathe at some point today.”

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Youngbae had his hands on your shoulders, looking at you as if to make sure you were okay. “Are you well?”

“I’m good. Are you guys? I mean, stupid question because you’re on a world tour at Wembley Arena,” you laughed.

While you were talking, Seunghyun had been spending time with the other fans. He heard the commotion from the other guys and the second his eyes landed on you, his heart pretty much almost stopped. There was no way you were here. Jiyong must have told a joke because he heard your laugh from across the room. In the past, that laugh would’ve been his favourite thing to hear but now, it only brought up memories he wanted to forget about. Memories that he couldn’t hold on to because they hurt him too much. It was like a magnetic pull when you turned your head and your eyes caught his. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was as handsome as ever. Age was treating him well. He’d grown into his jawline, his boba-like eyes as beautiful as ever. It made you think back to all the times he’d smile at you — a smile that was reserved for only you but now? Well, now the look he was giving you was venomous. Like he wanted you gone.

That was to be expected.

Once everything was wrapped up, the guys had told their security that you could stay. Seunghyun had left the room the second all the fans were gone, he didn’t want to be in a room with you for any longer than he had to. It shouldn’t hurt but it did. You hadn’t missed the way he had been looking at you, like there was nobody in the world that he hated more.

“I mean… you can’t blame him,” Jiyong smiled sadly. He’d noticed where your eyes had been looking, catching on immediately.

“I know but… I just wish I could have one minute to talk to him. To explain.”

“Hmm. Let us see what we can do. Wait here.”

Before you could react, Jiyong had grabbed the other two boys leaving you alone in the dressing room. Your thoughts were racing, trying to think of exactly what you wanted to say if Seunghyun did step through that door. If anyone could get through to him, it was Jiyong. He was the only person Seunghyun ever listened to.

The minutes felt agonising as you waited. The clock on the wall ticking loudly almost as if it was mocking you. Just as you were about to leave the room, hand on the door handle to open it, it pulled open. You took a step back and in stepped Seunghyun, grumbling to Jiyong about how he hadn’t left anything behind. But, Jiyong only smirked, giving Seunghyun a shove and pulling the door shut. A lock was heard clicking shut and that’s when Seunghyun turned around and came face to face with you.

“Oh, hell no,” he banged on the door, yelling curse words at Jiyong. “I’m going to kill you when I get out of here.”

“There’s half an hour before the show so talk it out and make up or kill each other. Whatever works best,” Jiyong’s voice sounded from the other side, a playful lilt in his tone. Neither you or Seunghyun saw the humour in the situation. This was quite possibly the worst case scenario.

“Seunghyun…” you started but he narrowed his eyes at you instantly.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” his voice was laced with venom but you could hear the pain behind it. He was using his anger as a shield, to protect his feelings.

“Please let me just…” Your voice was quiet, meek but once again he cut you off, taking a step forward.

“I said I don’t want to hear it. A fucking note, Y/N. That’s all you left me with so no, you don’t get to make excuses for that. I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth.”

“I’m so-“ This time he didn’t even let you get past the first word. Instead, he pushed you up against the wall, his thumb and forefinger grasping your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“Do you ever shut up?” He seethed. His face was mere inches from yours, his hot breath fanning over your face. The way he was holding your face was embarrassingly turning you on, or maybe it was that fierce look in his eyes.

“If you’d just le-“

His lips crashed onto yours in a searing kiss, he’d grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head against the wall. The kiss was messy, full of anger as he nipped at your bottom lip causing you to gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, dancing that all too familiar dance with yours. Seunghyun pressed his body against yours, pulling back from your lips for a breath.

“Are you gonna be quiet now or am I gonna have to keep going?” His words were sharp, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took.

“I wouldn’t complain if you did,” you chased his lips, trying to get them back on yours but he pulled his head back ever so slightly out of reach.

This was going to be on his terms, not yours.

He removed one of his hands, holding both of yours in one now while his free hand dipped under the skirt you were wearing. His fingers brushed the fabric of your panties, a mocking chuckle passing his lips. “So wet already. Thinking you can come back after all these years and get fucked by your ex that you abandoned.”

“Seunghyun, I -“ you let out a sharp gasp as his fingers dove inside your panties, sliding a finger along your slit, cutting your words off. Your slick coated his finger, spurring him on even more to tease you. He kept running his finger along your folds ever so slowly, torturing you. “Come on.”

“I don’t think you have any right to call the shots right now, princess,” Seunghyun leaned in, his lips trailing kisses along the column of your neck, nipping at your earlobe. “Maybe if you be a good girl and beg for it, I’ll consider giving you what you want.”

Your hips involuntarily bucked into his hand, needing more. Even after all these years he knew how to drive you wild. “Please, Seunghyun. Fuck, I’ll do anything.”

“Mhm, not good enough.”

The pad of his thumb skimmed across your clit, eliciting a breathy moan from you but he pulled it back. It was embarrassing how you whined, your eyes pleading with him to give you more. “I need you, Seunghyun. I need to feel your fingers, baby. I’m sorry, please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Seunghyun groaned, finally caving in at your pleas and finally rubbing your clit in tight, quick circles. His eyes never left yours, still keeping you in place pressed against the wall as he worked you with his fingers. It took you by surprise when he sank a finger into you, followed by a second one. He wasted no time, pumping them in and out of your tight hole at a fast pace. His lips caught yours in another searing kiss, all teeth and tongue. His cock was straining hard against his jeans, needing, aching to be buried inside you but he needed to make you suffer a little bit more first.

“Cum for me. It’s the least you could do for abandoning me,” he growled against your lips.

You were bucking against his hand, your moans like music to his ears. He curled his fingers inside you and that was it. You writhed against him, unable to touch him with his hand pinning yours against the wall. Your orgasm crashed over you, more intense than you’d felt it in years.

Thinking he’d give you time to recover, you relaxed but he wasn’t letting you off that easily. He pulled his fingers from you, sticking them in his mouth to taste you. The sight was so erotic you were sure you could come again right then and there. He used his free hand to pull his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock.

“Jump,” he commanded. He finally let go of your hands as you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. With his cock in his hand, he guided it to your entrance, not giving you time to prepare as he sank deep into you. “Fuck.”

He groaned, pushing to the hilt, his hips flush against yours. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his composure. Then, he pulled back and thrust back in hard. He set a deep, hard pace. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he pounded into you.

“Still so fucking tight,” he huffed, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to know there’d be bruises. There was nothing gentle about this. He was taking his frustrations out on you and you weren’t complaining one bit. “Bet nobody’s fucked you as good as I did, huh?”

He was right — nobody ever had but you couldn’t find your words to speak, too consumed with the way his cock dragged against your walls. You could feel every inch of him, a second orgasm already approaching. When you didn’t answer, one of his hands slid up to wrap around your throat, not applying pressure, just enough to force you to look at him. “Answer me.”

“No, nobody has.”

“Good girl.”

That was it. Your second orgasm hit you like a truck, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He groaned at the feeling of your walls clamping down around him. He didn’t let up, though. He was still hammering into you.

“Seunghyun,” you whined, your hips bucking into his.

“Come on, you’ve got one more in you. Be a good girl and cum for me again,” his hand slid under your shirt now, tugging down the cup of your bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple, his lips finding your neck. “Give me what I deserve, princess.”

He bit down gently, his tongue darting out to soothe your skin, leaving a mark there so you could remember this moment for days to come. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, his hips stuttering but he wanted you to cum again first. His fingers trailed down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their way as he found your clit once again. One press of his thumb against your sensitive bud and you were coming again.

“Oh, shit… I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, thrusting into you one more time to the hilt, emptying himself inside you. “Take it, princess.”

His hips jerked as he finished, his head falling to your shoulder. Both of you were panting hard, your mind foggy from the three mind blowing orgasms he’d just given you. Tenderly, you ran your hand through his hair causing him to sigh. When he lifted his head to look at you, there was no venom behind his eyes. Just hurt and confusion.

“You never said goodbye,” his voice was small, it broke your heart to hear how broken he sounded.

“I couldn’t. I… It was too hard. I’m sorry, Seunghyun. I’m so sorry. I don’t blame you for hating me.”

“I don’t hate you. I’m mad at you, I’m upset at you but that doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving you.”

Seunghyun pulled out of you, setting you back down on shaky legs. He tucked himself back into his pants, watching as you leaned against the wall. The silence that fell between you was suffocating. So many words needed to be said but neither knew how to say it. Seunghyun opened his mouth to talk but the lock on the door clicked and opened to show Jiyong.

“Oh, good, you’re both alive. Oppa, it’s almost showtime. Y/N, Steve will take you to your seats,” Jiyong had a knowing smile on his face causing both you and Seunghyun to roll your eyes.

Seunghyun turned back to you, a war raging within himself but he seemingly came to a conclusion. “If you want to talk, meet me at my hotel room later.”

He started heading to the door when your voice caused him to spin around again. “How do I know where it is?”

“I’ll leave you a note,” he said with a bitter smile.

Yeah, you deserved that. So, now you had to figure out if it was actually a good idea to go to his hotel room and talk this whole thing out.

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Explaining Silver the Hedgehog's character (Updated)

To truly understand Silver's character you need to understand not one, not two, not three, not even four but the ten different cores of his character. Starting with...

A Strong Sense of Justice - The Hedgehog of Justice

Silver is driven by a strong Sense of Justice. This is his defining trait mentioned in almost all character bios. Silver is a righteous person driven to right wrongs in the world and will always stand up for others. This can make him quite Confrontational as he has zero tolerance for injustice or wrongful suffering and will take on anyone on the spot to fight for what he thinks is right. Silver will always settle the score. Silver however doesn't wish to punish evil but rather to simply maintain peace.

Silver's sense of justice is more important to him than nearly any other character as it is the source of his drive and mission to make things right in the world. Unlike other guardian characters, Silver's sense of duty to protect the future is driven entirely by his personal sense of justice rather than imposed responsibility like Blaze, Knuckles and Ariem..

A Determind Optimist

Silver's other most defining trait is his noted Optimism. Silver has a positive outlook no matter the circumstances. During peaceful times Silver spreads positivity and seeks to make people smile however he can and during dark times Silver rallies and inspires hope in others. If Sonic represents Freedom then Silver represents Hope and will never give up no matter how dire or impossible the situation may seem.

Silver's very presence radiates positivity. In Sonic Channel stories Silver is said to engage in Cheerful Activities after the historical change in 06 and have both a "positive way of life that inspires people and makes them want to watch over him and cheer him on forever…" and an "Honest, unpretentious and kind demeanor" that makes him a warm and inspiring influence. This even extends to real life as this illustration by Tomoko Hayane spontaneously inspired everyone in her office to high five Silver on the screen the day it was made. In Sonic Channel stories Silver also has a very warm smile that fills Princess Elise with trust and joy during the height of her anxiety in one story and a recipient can't say no to in another story. (He's low-key a pretty boy)

Linked to Silver's optimism is supreme Determination. Silver will not give up no matter how impossible the odds are or how badly he's hurt, even when Solaris destroyed the entire space-time continuum and was explained to be nigh-invincible Silver simply resolved to destroy him in the past, present and future all at once and roused everyone back into action when they had all completely lost hope. Silver again rouses hope into the Resistance in Sonic Forces when Sonic and Tails were thought to be lost. Silver doesn't give up easily in general as it took 40 tries for him to cut exact Silver cut apple slices. It is this spirit that allows Silver to fight through the hopeless apocalyptic future. Silver's hope, optimism and determination are best exemplified in the Japanese version of Sonic Forces where he says this:

There is hope! As long you don't give up!

A Kind Hearted Hedgehog

Silver is an Altruist. An altruist is a person who is unselfish and concerned for the well-being of others, even if they don't gain anything by doing so. Silver not only has a strong desire to help others but he also has great Empathy for both people and environments and wants to see them in a happy state. Silver loves Smiles, he can't help but smile when he sees other people smile and his greatest joy is making other people happy. Silver wants to make people happy because he grew up in an apocalyptic future that was filled with despair as stated in Sonic & Silver on Sonic Channel. Silver's altruism is not only the motivation behind his mission to protect the future but also the only thing that can make him break from it as he will drop his current mission to help people as he does with Amy in Sonic 06 and the understaffed post office of Soleanna in Sonic Pict as Silver cannot say no to a sad face. Silver's reason for aspiring to become a hero is to be someone that can protect smiles as he states in Sonic & Silver.

Focused On Saving The Future - A Focused Agent

The very first thing Silver is described with in 06 design documents is Focused on Saving The Future. Silver is a driven and focused agent that becomes very determined and serious when it comes to saving the future and dealing with potential threats. Like Sonic's other rivals Silver is very skilled in many regards from skillfully doing various odds jobs in Soleanna in Town Missions to getting one of the highest sharpshooting scores in Soleanna's 1500 year history(Town Mission 6) to becoming a "genius" skating coach celebrity in the Otherworld Comedy series to the general use of his powers(Silver takes offence to being treated like an amateur for a reason). Silver is a veteran fighter from his apocalyptic life of battling Iblis and is able to and quickly learn things he's never done before like Chaos Control and car racing after only seeing them once. Silver trains regularly and is said to make steady efforts to improve in the 2022 wallpaper comedy series. Silver is a Fly/Technique type character so he specialize in technical sports like ice skating, uses a high balance car in Team Sonic Racing and is possibly the fastest flyer in the series as he's able to keep up with Sonic in Generations and is able to fly at light speeds with his Teleport Dash ability. Silver is very Proactive in his pursuits as in the opening of his story in Sonic 06 he states that he always asked people in his apocalyptic future how the world was destroyed but could never get a direct answer, hence why he listens to Mephiles.

Silver is noted to be intuitive and perceptive. He sees through Eggman Nega's disguises by noticing small details in his mannerisms. In Sonic Rivals 2 he turns his fight with Sonic into a race to collect Chao and advance his mission instead. In Otherworld Comedy Act 8 he intuits Blaze trying to control her powers when seeing them for the first time. Silver solves problems through thinking in all of his major game appearances from figuring out how to revive Sonic in the last episode of 06 to uncovering Eggman's plot in Team Sonic Racing.

Despite his naivete, Silver Isn't Very Trusting. His respect and trust has to be earned as he doesn't work with anyone in the Sonic Rivals series until they prove useful to him. In Sonic Generations Silver doesn't trust Sonic as being real and he is almost immediately suspicious of Dodon Pa. While he can take things literally at times the same deception that works on Knuckles won't work on Silver as Eggman learned in Team Sonic Racing. Even when working with Mephiles, Silver did not initially believe in time travel and did not fully commit to his plan until he was physically thrown back in time and still began questioning it after being confronted by Amy, only continuing to go along with the mission after it was reaffirmed by both Blaze and Mephiles as the only option to save the future.

Silver is very Goal Focused and has a Straight To The Point Mentality as part of his forthrightness. He doesn't like distractions, petty details or things getting in his way and prefers to concentrate on his current goals. Silver can also be somewhat Ruthless as he has done many things to protect the future including sneaking past Soleanna guards(Town Mission 11), mugging Tails and attempted assassinations all with little reservation. Despite having something of an honor code against cowardice Silver is also willing to fight pretty dirty such as when he played possum to hit Sonic in 06.

Forthright Purity

One of Silver's original design document descriptors is that he is very Forthright. This actually entails multiple different things about Silver that all deal with his Purity. As his name suggests, Silver is themed with purity as a character with his silvery white colors, youthfulness, innocence and forthright nature. Silver is forthright in every sense of the word including being Straightforward and Honest. Honest to a fault as Silver is so honest that he can't even lie(though he can change the subject as he does in Sonic 06 and Sonic Rivals 2). Direct and Outspoken as Silver hides almost nothing about himself(he only tries to hide his problems as when he tries to dismiss his worries in TSR as nothing) and speaks his mind as well as Going Straight to the Point as discussed above. This is why in Playstation Magazine Japan, Silver was officially given the birthday May 9th and with it the star sign of Taurus which is associated with determination, directness and honesty. Silver wears his heart on his sleeve and has a certain innocence to him that permeates his character.

With this purity however comes Silver's Naivety. He has a somewhat simplistic Black and White Perspective. Silver can sometimes take things literally and expects people to believe any outlandish things he tells them simply because he knows them to be true. Silver can also be unfamiliar with things in the present due to living in the far future where everything is either long destroyed or far more advanced.

The flip side of that forthright purity however is...

The Brash Antithesis of Eggman Nega

On the flip side of being straightforward and honest, Silver is also Blunt and Rude. Just as Silver wears his heart on sleeve he also has no filter and will say whatever is on his mind which can make him Abrasive and quick to insult. Silver will call you an idiot to your face if he thinks you are one and often trash talks opponents in in-game dialogue(literally calling defeated enemies trash in 06). Silver's rudeness is even more apparent in Japanese where he uses many informal impressions including addressing himself with "Ore"(おれ) and others "Anta"(あんた, the ruder version "Anata") which signifies that he speaks bluntly. Silver often points directly at people he speaks to(This is considered much more rude in Japan) and crosses his legs while sitting in a way that is roughly the Japanese equivalent of putting your feet on a table. Silver acts very casually with others without introducing himself which can be very informal and rude as Knuckles calls out during their meeting in Sonic Rivals 1. This can make Silver even more rude than other brash characters in a technical sense as he's just blunt and acts without a filter. This is a key difference between Silver and Future Trunks who was largely a shy and polite mannered individual.

Similar to Jet the Hawk, Silver is Juvenile both in his age designation and general level of maturity. Due to this Silver can be quite Brash similar to Sonic but even more so due to his aggression and bluntness/lack of filter. He can be snotty, sneering, sarcastic and is even stated to have a mischievous side in the Commemorative Illustration series. Though he is generally humble Silver has a confident, somewhat smug attitude about his powers and is very Competitive. Almost fighting Blaze as they begin one upping each other over who could deal with Orbot & Cubot on their own when they first meet in the Triumph cutscene Sonic Colors DS. Silver is also Headstrong, almost fighting Blaze again when she treats him like an amateur in the Otherworld Comedy series. Despite his share of hedgehog prickliness however Silver isn't a hostile or mean spirited person(as long as you're not in his way or being unjust that is). Just as Eggman Nega being polite does not make him a good person being rude does not make Silver a bad one as he maintains his goal of helping others at all times. When not focused on a mission Silver is shown to be a fun loving, reliable and protective friend. Silver cherishes his friends and is willing to do anything for them. Silver can also be just as quick to praise or call something cool as he is to insult someone and he strongly believes in the abilities of the people that have earned his respect as when he recruits Sonic to help him with the Revival Bridge situation in Sonic & Silver and is genuinely grateful for Espio's help in saving the world in Sonic Rivals 2. This side of Silver can be very similar to Sonic from Sonic SatAM. Combined with his naivety and determination this side can also make him similar to a Looney Tunes character called Henery Hawk. (He's naive but he has a blunt "What's so funny?" attitude about it)

Due to this nature, Silver has bold explosive responses to even the most impossible challenges, stating "I'll show you how crazy I am" when Knuckles calls him crazy in Sonic Rivals 2, "Come on, Espio! We can take them all on!" when confronted with Knuckles, Rouge and Eggman all at once in Sonic Rivals 2, and "If you say it exists in the past, present and future, I'll destroy them all at once!" when facing the impossible challenge of Solaris(He drops pretty hard lines when things get tough). Silver has this attitude against even things that outmatch him such as Infinite's mighty power.

Silver is described as "young and immature" by his creator Shun Nakamura so despite his general seriousness he can still have somewhat childish moments.

Almost all of Silver's traits are also diametrically opposed to those of his Sonic Rivals series nemesis Eggman Nega(currently the only other character from Silver's future), down to the colors they're themed after Black and White.

Silver is Rude and Blunt out of sheer earnestness while Eggman Nega is overly Polite as a form of mind games. Silver is Warm and Pure while Eggman Nega is Cold and Twisted. Silver is Honest to a fault while Eggman Nega is extremely Deceitful. Silver is Kind while Eggman Nega is Cruel. Silver is Naive while Eggman Nega is Sophisticated. Silver is Reckless while Eggman Nega is Calculating. Silver is Practical while Eggman Nega is Petty. Silver desires Peace and Prosperity while Eggman Nega desires Chaos and Destruction. Both are willing to sacrifice themselves for those ends in ways that seem crazy to other characters.

Riled Up - A Passionate Emotional Beast

One of the descriptions for Silver in design documents, Riled Up, alludes to Silver's highly emotional nature. Silver is a High Spirited person that is also emotionally immature.

Like Blaze, Silver can be Easily Angered and have a pretty Wrathful Temper. However unlike Blaze who is repressed in her feelings, Silver has no filter and can get loud or carried away when he is overly angered, excited or saddened(He's autistic...) which can primarily be seen in his animations and dialogue in the Olympic Games series. Silver puts his all into any activity he gets invested into(I'm giving this all I've got!) because of how Passionate he is.

It is the strength of his feelings that can make Silver Impulsive or Rash as often noted in his character bios.

Sometimes Silver tends to deal with things too head-on because of the strength of his feelings, or he tends to take everything on himself, but this is an aspect of his purity and an endearing virtue. ~ Sonic & Silver Sonic Channel story

This separates Silver from Sonic and Shadow who are both calm and cool in most situations while Silver has very little emotional regulation and can be blinded by his feelings. This can make him rather Reckless at times as he can deal with things too head on and will throw himself at problems when he gets overtaken by his feelings.

While Shadow is calculating and detached, Silver is controlled by powerful emotion and is impulsive and obsessive. This causes them both to be incredibly straightforward, mission oriented, and viscous, but for entirely opposite reasons. Sonic on the other hand falls in between. He cares, but he's not nearly as impulsive and manic as Silver. He's also cool-headed and easygoing, but not out of the detached stoicism of Shadow. SSS are quite different emotionally.

This Hot-blooded emotional nature is why Silver often has very Stoic partners like Blaze, Espio or Shadow to calm him down and pull him back. This dynamic is alluded to in the Japanese version of Sonic 06 where Blaze states that she shouldn't let Silver run wild on his own(in the English version she states that he's insecure when alone though that is contradicted within both 06 itself and the Rivals series).

An Aggressive Warrior

Due to his apocalyptic background Silver is a fierce and aggressive Warrior with many violent aspects to him. The Sonic Channel Sonic & Silver character introduction story states that Silver fought and struggled for half his lifetime which implies that he fought the forces of Iblis since he was seven years old.

Silver was born into a literal Hell on Earth where people lived without hope and he had to constantly battle against the minions of Iblis and put out disasters caused by it's existence such as flame tornadoes, storms and tides of lava destroying everything in a world where everyone lived in Eternal Darkness and suffering. Silver fought for most of his life to bring peace to the world. Due to this life of constant violence and devastation Silver is devoted to and deeply appreciates Peace but also has a violent personality because of it. This is why Silver has intense determined expressions and aggressive body language as he constantly makes fists and aggressive stances even when he's happy. Silver also punches things when he's frustrated and gets up using his fists in Sonic Forces. This not only shows his determination and emotional nature but his baked in aggression from a life of fighting through the apocalypse. Shadow notes Silver as a fighter in Team Sonic Racing dialogue. As covered above Silver can be something of an attack dog and needs to be held back at times.

This is also reflected in the pointed design of his eyes which in Japanese character design represents sharpness and intensity in a character. These points are easy to miss due to how his eyes are modeled and the way they align with the quills that act as bangs over the upper corners of his eyes.

Silver is incredibly powerful, being able to defeat armies of enemies in Town Missions in Sonic 06 and shown to have a tally of the number of times he single-handedly defeated the gigantic Iblis in a Sonic Pict wallpaper. When they fight in 06 Silver is as physically strong as Shadow who himself can easily lift 18-Wheeler G.U.N. Trucks and other house sized objects with one arm.

Silver also Enjoys Fighting and fights for fun as seen in his friendly Rival Battles in Sonic Generations. Silver is willing to fight anybody if he feels slighted and I do mean anybody as he's been shown willing to fight everything from skyscraper sized monsters like Iblis and Ifrit to small children as he has no qualms with fighting Tails or Bowser Jr(something he shares with Shadow). Silver is said to “sometimes call forth great power without mercy” in Sonic & Silver on Sonic Channel.

Tying into his selfless and reckless nature, Silver is also Extremely Brave. As stated for the Pumpkin Trigger Sonic Comic, Silver has no regard for his own safety and will immediately throw himself at any danger or sacrifice himself at a moments notice especially if it means protecting those around him. Silver had to fight the colossal Iblis and its endless spawn in a dark hellscape by himself for most of his life(as it has been revealed Blaze wasn't born in the future in 06). Silver also has very high pain tolerance owing to his determination and violent life of fighting Iblis. Angrily continuing to attack after being kicked in the head by Shadow in 06, shredded and bounced across the street by Sonic in Generations and enduring agonizing pain beyond description caused by overusing his powers in Sonic & Silver. Silver also seems to value being brave and dislikes cowardice going by his remarks in the Sonic Rivals series and the Team Vector Nintendo Dream interview which has interesting implications for his backstory.

When surprised in Sonic Generations Silver instantly has a fight response as he grew up in a world where Iblis minions could attack at any moment. (He's feral)

A Sentimental Person

Silver also has a very quiet side. He can be Introspective and Sentimental. This is shown throughout Sonic 06 with the non-verbal processing of events around him. After his fallout with Amy, he sits quietly by himself unengaged with his mission to destroy the Iblis Trigger and contemplates the morality of hurting one person to save the world. He silently takes in the events of the Solaris Project as he finally learns the truth about the destruction of the world he always asked about. Silver feels grief and contemplation quietly as shown when he's left solemn and silent over his moral dilemma and Blaze's sacrifice. Silver appreciates little things and finds beauty in simple parts of the world that most people take for granted.

Silver also has a certain curiosity to him and sometimes takes interest in new things ("Interesting"), so he also enjoys new experiences, facing challenges and going sightseeing.

The Hedgehog of Peace

The absolute core and purpose of Silver's character is World Peace. Silver lives for and fights to protect world peace at all costs. This primarily includes his drive to protect Smiles and Blue Skies. Because of Silver's Empathy he wants to see the world and it's people prosper and could not stand the devastated of his destroyed future even before he experienced any true peace. Silver's quills are patterned after a Japanese Maple Leaf which represents peace.

In contrast to the apocalyptic devastation, darkness and suffering he grew up with, Silver feels at peace when seeing clear blue skies, beautiful environments or people living in prosperity. Due to hailing from a devastated future even something as simple as a desert is beautiful to him because it's intact and the people are happy. Because his feelings reflect the world around him, seeing these things in ruined states saddens and upsets him while seeing them thrive takes his breath away. When Silver sees people smile he can't help but smile. Silver's mission is to protect and maintain a happy future with a blue sky.

This is also reflected in Silver's heavily implied favorite food, apples as apples represent Good Fortune and Prosperity. It was even revealed in Sonic Pict and a how-it-was-made special that Silver ate apple flavored calorie bars in his destroyed future.

To recap. The ten core aspects of Silver are:

A Strong Sense of Justice

The Optimistic Determinator

A Kind Heart

Forthright Purity( with Naivete)

A Focused Agent

An Emotional Beast

The Brash Antithesis of Eggman Nega

The Aggressive Warrior

A Sentimental Person

The Hedgehog of Peace

This post complies information about Silver from all his canon appearances, manuals, the Mario & Sonic series, Nintendo Dream and PlayStation Magazine interviews, design documents and cultural research by myself and others. Particularly the Sonic Channel Story called Sonic & Silver that is meant to introduce Silver's character and the Team Vector Interview from Nintendo Dream Magazine.

Some believe that Silver is an experimental character that changes from from game to game but all ten of these core aspects have been with Silver since his very inception in Sonic 06 and have been indicated in character bios/design docs since the beginning and are simply shown to different extents throughout the series. Silver is a very complex and abstruse character that can be difficult to grasp due to his lack of focus and the obscurity of most things he appears in post 06. I hope this post has given you a deeper understanding of him.

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ROGER'S ROUTE UPDATE

Sorry for my relative quiet as of late! Been REAL busy with Roger route work (i'm workin like a dog, hehe!) I'm at 65% total implementation rn and currently on schedule for the route's release next month! I should hit the 2/3 mark by the next time I sleep!

The whole evil path is implemented, minus retrofitting voiced scenes (the lines for which are recorded and being formatted for each dialogue box by Roger's VA!) and ONE scene you can see, which is in the process of being scored right now + contains voice acting, a REALLY cool new track and an art sequence! It's a pretty cool moment.

I'm trying not to get giddy and show too much off since I don't wanna spoil any cameos/neat moments but I'll make an effort to make more small teasers in the coming weeks!

Thank you all again for your support + patience! 4 of 8 endings are implemented and in the next few weeks, the others will follow! The end is now in sight. I'll talk more about the release date around Mingus + the new pinset's launch (which'll be on the 23rd of this month!!!) Thanks, everyone!

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azulpitlane · 2 months ago

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we cant be friends ii l fc43

summary: after months of hiding your pregnancy, one mistake ruins your peace notes: this is kinda chaotic idk how to feel about it lol

part one masterlist

july 2025

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yourusername quick baby bump update at the six month mark💘🎀

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yourusername she said she wont. she knows we dont talk anymore, she just doesnt know why. ig franco didnt tell her about everything

alexpriv of course he didnt🙄🙄

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f1 BREAKING: Franco Colapinto will race for BWT Alpine for the remainder of the 2025 season. He will be replacing Jack Doohan starting at the Belgian Grand Prix.

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user yay he’ll have money to support the baby

user this couldnt have been announced at a worse time😭

user wait why ?? am i late to the gossip

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yourusername life is too chaotic. im just gonna sleep until i have to give birth brb

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user girl see u in three months i guess

user gonna miss ur baby bump updates🥹

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alpinef1team Alpine F1 Team Statement.

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user man what is going on with colapinto this season? he's barely scoring points, now this?

user at this point just give doohan his seat back🤣

user i thought briatore said they were going to move on from these "distractions" ?? why is he missing a race now?

user and when we needed him the most, he vanished😔

user so unfair!! do you know how many fans flew out to see him race??

user wow everyone is being so insensitive, it clearly states family emergency!! all other drivers would choose their family over racing!!

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alexpriv i leave you two alone for a few hours and now he's laying down in MY bed😒

yourusername LOL to be fair, i was the one that told him to get some rest

alexpriv um what the hell ?? you are being too nice to that man

yourusername that man is unfortunately the father of my child

alexpriv wasnt much of a father these past nine months

yourusername trust me I KNOW. but honestly right now im just happy lucia is healthy and perfect, i don't want to deal with the drama right now

alexpriv ill deal with it on your behalf and get him out of there.

yourusername 😭😭 don't worry ill let you kill him another time for now im just gonna nap

alexpriv WAIT I NEED A DEBRIEF OF YOUR CONVERSATION WITH HIM AFTER I LEFT THE ROOM

alexpriv HELLO??

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yourusername little lucia💘

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user oh my god she's perfect!! congratulations bby

user lucia omg❤️ beautiful name for a beautiful baby

user i cannot wait for you to bring her home!! gonna shower her with gifts

alexpriv OMFG I LOVE HER SO MUCH ALREADY I WOULD KILL FOR HER

alexpriv so honored to be her godmother <3 im still crying

alexpriv okay but that debrief though...

yourusername ill text u rn dummy😭

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user I KNEW IT OMG

user HELLO?

user he missed the race to be at the birth🥹

user honestly i applaud you for being able to keep this a secret

user Y/N X FRANCO TRUTHERS WE WON

user and they called us crazy for believing these rumors

lando congratulations mate!

epilogue out now ♡‧₊˚

(im so disorganized when it comes to tags, if i missed u i apologize😵‍💫)

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idiopath-fic-smile · 2 years ago

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this one goes out to all my Singin' in the Rain ot3 truthers—

Cosmo Brown had always known it would end like this.

Cosmo was a lot of things—in fact, you could argue he was too many—but he wasn’t dumb.

From the early years, when Cosmo and Don were just kids playing for pennies in pool halls, to their stint dodging rotten vegetables on Vaudeville stages across the very backwaters of America’s backwaters, to their first real breath of success in Hollywood (and then the second and the third and the fourth), Cosmo would catch a glimpse of his handsome, charismatic friend from the corner of his eye—a flash of dark hair, that perfect tooth powder ad smile—and know that for all Don’s protestations, someday the guy was gonna meet a wonderful girl and get married, settle down, and very gently slip off to the far edge of Cosmo’s life.

So yes, Cosmo had seen Kathy Selden coming. Not the details, not her sense of humor or her musical little laugh or the madcap way she really threw herself into dancing with them around Don’s place at 1:30 in the morning—and okay, certainly not the part at the beginning where she had jumped out of a cake at a party, but he thought a fella could be excused for not correctly divining that.

The general outline of the thing, though, how Don’s eyes followed her around a room...he had been preparing for Don to propose to Kathy ever since she’d tried to throw a pie at Don’s face. And when the happy day came, Cosmo had been ready with his best man suit, his best man speech, a slightly updated version of “Here Comes the Bride” that’d had Don and Kathy laughing all the way down the aisle.

Don and Kathy would buy a house together. They would have a swimming pool and a dog and then inevitably, a small parade of adorable little snot-nosed kids who would call him Uncle Cosmo, and they would spend less and less time with him, not on purpose but busy with the rest of their lives, and ultimately Cosmo would learn to make his peace with it because he’d have no other choice and he would have to try to move on and not live too much in his memories. He could picture it so clearly, he figured if the songwriting gig with Monumental didn’t pan out, he could always return to the backwater circuit with a new act: The Amazing Cosmo of the Cosmos—ladies and gentlemen, he sees the future, he reads the stars, he silently pines for his best married pal and all the while tap dancing!

Don and Kathy inviting him along on their honeymoon, though—that part was a surprise.

“What?” said Cosmo, hands frozen over the piano keys. He’d been busy with a brand-new assignment; on the heels of The Dancing Cavalier, offers were pouring in and he’d taken the first one scoring a movie that didn’t star anyone he was secretly in love with.

Don had looked a little wounded when Cosmo broke the news last week, but a guy had to start making his own way in the world. Besides, orchestrating layers of strings to swell as the camera zoomed in on Don and Kathy blissfully locking lips in radiant monochrome, oblivious to the rest of the world—well, Cosmo knew that dance, he had mastered the footwork, and he didn’t especially feel like a reprise.

It wasn’t lost on him that Kathy had dropped by his rehearsal space alone today. Of course, he had no idea what this meant—he didn’t think it was about the new job; Don didn’t tend to stay sore at him for that long—but Kathy was acting perfectly natural, and so probably the smart thing was to follow her lead.

“It’s a two-week transatlantic cruise,” she said now, gracefully dropping beside him on the piano bench. “We thought it would be nice to see Europe, take in the sights, get away from all the cameras.”

“Ah yes, such a wallflower, our dear Don,” said Cosmo solemnly. “Besieged on all sides by the love of his public, a tragedy of our times, up there with Lear! Hamlet! Caesar! The one with all the Greeks and the giant wooden horse, nay, nay, neigh.” He played a tragic little trill, for effect. Kathy huffed a laugh and smacked his arm.

“You know that’s not it,” she said. “Being watched all the time—we can’t always do what we want. It’s rotten.”

Tell me about it, thought Cosmo.

He was sort of seeing a fight choreographer named Archibald, who came from old money and was a “the third” or a “the fifth” but nice enough Cosmo might even forgive him for that. Archibald was trim and athletic, with dark brown hair that was just starting to go gray at the temples and enough discretion that Cosmo didn’t think they’d get caught. The only problem was that he didn’t laugh at Cosmo’s jokes, seemed to just tolerate them.

“What do you two even talk about, then?” Don had asked, when Cosmo had let this slip over drinks the same night he’d explained about the new movie project. (Cosmo had been trying to spend less time with Don and Kathy since the wedding but Don had said, “C’mon, pal, we miss you” and Kathy had laid one hand on his arm and peered up at him with her big green eyes and Cosmo was only one man.)

Cosmo had frowned, because Don hated Archibald, for reasons that were frankly mysterious. Then he’d looked up and grinned a grin he didn’t exactly feel and said,

“Tell you when you’re older,” and then Don had choked on his dry Martini even though Cosmo knew Don knew about Cosmo’s tendencies. It wasn’t something they discussed, and Cosmo had never properly gone with a guy before, but whenever a big-shot producer started complaining about all the degenerate queers in showbiz, Don always sharply steered the conversation someplace else. It was all very gallant and noble and knightly, and someday Don would play King Arthur and Kathy his lady Guinevere—

“Honestly, sometimes it feels as if we’re living in a fishbowl,” said Kathy now, in the present.

“And so your solution is to relocate,” said Cosmo, “to the biggest fishbowl on this here magnificent earth. The mighty ocean!” He struck up a sea shanty. “Oh blow the man down, blow the man down / way ay, blow the man down…”

Not everyone appreciated his musical flights of fancy, but when Cosmo turned, she was leaning with her elbow on the side arm of the piano, watching him with her chin on her hand and laughing.

“Just for two weeks,” she said. “So, are you coming?”

“With you two,” said Cosmo, just so there could be no misunderstandings. “On your one and only honeymoon.”

“Yes,” said Kathy.

“As what, your first mate?”

“Sure.” She grinned and threw him a quick salute. Cosmo was almost never attracted to women but in this case, he understood the appeal.

He swallowed. “You are aware of that ancient saying, ‘Two’s company and three’s a fast track to divorce court’?”

“You’re hardly a threat to our marriage, Cosmo,” she said, and he agreed, of course, in both directions, even, but it still stung to hear her say it out loud. For want of anything better to do, he gasped, clutched a hand to his chest and reeled backwards so hard, he threw himself off the piano bench, landing in a somersault on the floor.

Kathy spun around fluidly on the bench to face him, pleated skirt whirling a little, heels of her shoes clicking together.

“Oh, I said that badly,” she said. “I only mean that it’s more fun when you’re around. We have a better time, Don and me both. Remember the night we decided to make Dueling Cavalier a musical?”

“Do I remember the best night of my life?” Cosmo peered up at her from the hardwood. “Why yes, madam, now that you mention it, I believe it might ring a bell or two.”

“The best—” She frowned for a moment, and he remembered then that as a newly married woman, a newly married woman to Don Lockwood, no less, she’d no doubt experienced any number of evenings that blew that one out of the water.

Even besides that, it felt awfully revealing all of a sudden. Cosmo threw an arm over his eyes. He felt naked. He wished he was naked, because that might at least distract from whatever his face was doing.

“So it beats your time with Archibald, then?” said Kathy shrewdly.

Cosmo uncovered his eyes. He forgot, sometimes, that new as Kathy was to the moving pictures business, she was still a city girl, with a city girl’s worldliness. Also, Don had probably told her; that seemed like the kind of second-hand secrets married people shared with each other. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“Hardly a topic for mixed company,” he said.

There was a pause.

“So yes,” she said and smiled with a smugness that would’ve been unbecoming were she not as cute as a button.

“What do you and Don have against the poor man anyway?” he groused. “He’s never done so much as sneezed in your direction, and if he did, I’m sure he’d use a handkerchief.”

“For one thing, we know you could do better,” said Kathy, folding her arms.

Cosmo elbowed his way back to sitting, brushing himself off with dignity. “Well, better’s not exactly knocking on my door right now.”

“This town doesn’t have an ounce of sense.” She reached down to offer him a hand up, pulling Cosmo to his feet; she was stronger than she looked. “Listen, two weeks away, it’ll be good for you.”

“What about you two?” Cosmo protested as he reclaimed his spot on the bench, Kathy sliding to make room.

“What about us?” said Kathy with wide eyes.

“Two newlyweds might want some alone time?” he offered weakly.

Kathy shrugged. “I told you, there won’t be reporters or cameras. It’ll be plenty private.”

“What about your matrimonial needs?”

“Which needs?”

His eyes narrowed; she was a terrific actress but suddenly he wasn’t sure he was buying it. Kathy wasn’t dumb either.

“You have to know what I mean. Don’t make me play Cole Porter at you,” said Cosmo. She hesitated, and Cosmo began to pluck out a melody: “Birds do it, bees do it / even educated fleas do it…” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Let’s do it,” sang Kathy, finishing the stanza in her lovely alto, “let’s fall in love.”

Cosmo stopped playing.

“I do know,” she said simply, “of course I do, and we’re not worried about it, alright? Listen, do you want to go?”

Cosmo, who had been carefully not asking himself that question, stared down at the piano keys. Did he want to go? He thought back to that night at Don’s, the three of them giddy with excitement and inspiration and sleep deprivation, running through the house, clowning around and dancing with no audience except each other—he hadn’t felt like a hanger-on then, like a third wheel or an extra limb or a chaperone. He’d felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be, one note of a perfect chord.

Still.

“I can’t swim,” he said.

“They’ll have lifejackets,” said Kathy.

“I’ll have to work.”

“We’ll bring a piano.”

“All my houseplants will die,” said Cosmo.

“All your houseplants are fake,” she said. This was true, although he wasn’t sure how she knew since she’d never been to his house. She sighed. “Remember the night of that first screening, when you were about to expose Lina and instead of explaining what was happening, Don told me I had to sing, that I didn’t have a choice?”

He winced, thinking of Kathy’s heartbroken, tear-stained face before they’d pulled up the curtain and revealed who was really singing when Lina moved her lips.

“Yes, and I feel just awful about it.”

“Well, Don doesn’t,” said Kathy. “Because he knew it would take too long to convince me to do something that mean to her.”

“Mean?” Cosmo echoed. “She tried to trap you in a lifelong contract and steal your voice. A common sea witch wouldn’t stoop so low.”

“But there wasn’t time,” she pressed. “And anyway, he knew how it would end.”

“What’s your point?”

“We already bought your tickets,” said Kathy.

Cosmo gaped at her.

“We’ve cleared the trip with everyone at Monumental and anyway, like I said, we’ll have a piano on the boat.”

Distantly, he was aware his mouth was still hanging open. Kathy reached over with one light finger under his chin and gently closed it.

“That’s better,” she said, folding her hands daintily in her lap. It was around this time she seemed to realize it wasn’t some routine, that Cosmo really was well and truly stunned. “Of course, nobody is going to force you to go with us if you truly don’t want to,” she said into the silence.

“These tickets,” he said at last, “are they refundable?”

“Gosh,” said Kathy easily, “I can’t imagine they are, no.”

The thing was, none of them were hurting for money or work anymore, so the fact that Don and Kathy might be out even a few hundred dollars didn’t catch at him the way it might’ve some years earlier. No, the thought that really seized his imagination was the mental image of Don and Kathy planning this together, Don and Kathy discussing the matter with each other, maybe over breakfast—toast and coffee in their dressing gowns, so sure it was the right thing to do that they’d decided to just go ahead and make preparations: oh and a ticket for Cosmo, of course.

He could do it, he realized. He could go. He wanted to go. It was foolish, but Cosmo was an entertainer; he’d been doing foolish things in front of a roomful of witnesses since he was in shortpants.

“I’ll pack tonight,” he said.

“Perfect!” Kathy hopped off the bench and straightened out her dress. “And bring something nice to wear at dinner for a night or two; it doesn’t need to be black-tie formal, a good suit will do.”

He nodded. “I shall leave the top hat and monocle at home. Two weeks, you say?”

“Yes, and another half-day on either side flying to the harbor and back.” She reached into her coat pocket, and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. “The itinerary,” she said. “Don and I are so glad you’ll be coming.”

“Uh-huh,” said Cosmo. “Say, where is that fella, anyway? What’s the big idea, can’t even stick around to ask his best pal to his own honeymoon?”

“He’s planning the trip,” said Kathy brightly. “Last-minute details. Anyway, he thought you and I should have a chat, one on one. He thought it might help.”

He blinked. “Help what?”

“Help us,” she said.

It was all starting to feel like a farce, like one of those old Vaudeville acts with a lot of fast talking.

“Did it?” he asked.

“I think so,” said Kathy warmly. She turned and began to walk towards the door. “See you at the airport tomorrow. Six AM sharp.”

“Six AM,” he said, and then, foolishly, “You know, I can see why he likes you.”

Kathy dimpled. “Oh, likewise!” She tossed him another smile and then she was heading out of sight down the hallway, shoes clacking rhythmically on the tile.

“Well,” said Cosmo to no one. He felt pole-axed, he decided. He wasn’t sure he had ever felt pole-axed in his life before, but there was no other word for it.

He played a chord, then another chord, then a few more.

“Pole-axed,” he sang, “out of whack, when you are near there’s only one drawback: I can’t be clever, no I lack the knack, Darling, I’m pole-axed, out of whack around you!”

It wasn’t exactly Cole Porter, but he’d take it, he thought, reaching for his pen. There was still an hour or two left before he’d need to race traffic home and dig out his suitcase. Apparently, he had early morning plans.

(ETA: if you didn't see, there is now a second part here!)

(ETA THE SECOND: the whole finished thing is now here!

#singin in the rain ot3 #i might write more idk but listen like you can probably imagine the rest of it #old-timey polyamorous shenanigans on a boat #pretty straightforward stuff #there's singing there's dancing and somehow don managed to 'accidentally' book cosmo in an adjoining bedroom etc etc

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churipu · 1 year ago

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OK HEAR ME OUT

nerd!nanami x girly!reader pls pls pls

thankss 💗

NANAMI WITH A GIRLY GIRL ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

featuring. nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. i'm gonna make this a college! au , and a little cursing

note. hi nonnie, sorry that i just got to your request now — but i hope you like this :< uni's already getting real hectic, so updates might be a lil on the slow side.

nanami didn't fall in love with you at first sight — in fact, he finds you quite the nuisance. the way everyone loves you just because of the way you talk, the way you dress, the way you smell, your body language. he thinks it was all a simple act to fool people.

"hi, nanami!" you greet him, your bright pink colored apron dress flowing against the wind as you walked towards him elegantly — a white cotton cardigan covering your shoulders.

the male arched his brow mutely at your cheery voice, wondering what could someone like you want from him, "do you need anything?" he asks.

initially he thought that you were one of those people who'd woo him and try to get him to do your assignments, but he was proven wrong when you shook your head. giving out the brightest smile, showing off your pearly whites, "no, i was just saying hi."

then you brushed by him, the smell of your sweet fragrance entering his nostrils. sandalwood. you smelt like sandalwood and a hint of vanilla.

though he could then make sure of one thing, what an odd girl.

nanami was a good student. he focuses on his studies, while you try to fit in a bit of everything in your schedule — playing, hanging out, studying. but at the end of the day, nanami finds it shocking that you could pass with flying colors.

from his peripheral vision, nanami could see people crowding around you. he tells himself he didn't care about you, yet here was wondering why they were all over you.

"you told us you didn't study, you liar!" a girl pointed out accusingly at you, a smile pressed onto her lips.

"i just got lucky, i swear."

"that's what you said last time, y/n."

nanami didn't mean to eavesdrop, he knew it was wrong to hear someone else's conversation. but he couldn't help it when these people were speaking loudly — the only thing he could focus on was the fact that you had a perfect score.

call him weird, but he's all in for the brains.

the first time he officially spoke to you — nanami was a mess. he had never been in a proper conversation with most of the people at campus. most he's been in one is when he had to tell his group members off for being useless, but that was about it. and with you, he's a little awkward.

"oh, hi nanami! do you need anything?" you noticed that the male was eyeing you from his seat.

upon realizing what he had done, nanami immediately averted his gaze to the front. ignoring your words, not putting a second thought to it — but you shrugged it off anyways.

and the second time he laid his eyes on you for quite some time, it was in the middle of a lecture. so you slipped a note asking if he needed anything, and he replied with his own handwriting, saying "no".

embarrassed he'd gotten caught again. nanami felt like he was being discreet about his staring when in reality, it wasn't. and it's funny.

nanami didn't really understand why he was feeling like this. and he had nobody to talk to or ask about his feelings — so he made an assumption, it was the flu. coming into the lecture hall with a scarf tucked into his neck, and a white mask covering the lower half of his face.

"nanami, are you sick?" you asked him, and he nodded mutely, "well, it is flu season after all. i hope you get well soon."

nanami felt his heart flutter, and he chewed on his lips in frustration — if the mask had not been on his face, he was sure you'd be able to notice the frustration lingering in his expression.

his fingers frantically typing on the search engine typing out his symptoms, and every one of the choices ended up telling him the same thing.

he's in love.

but the male denied that, talking to himself how the internet was just a waste of time. he's in denial for a bit.

he's in denial of his own feelings. and would constantly turn away whenever you're there, passing by you in a rush as you were greeting him, or moving away to another seat when you sat next to him. forgetting the fact that you were also affected by his actions, wondering what you did wrong to him.

"hi nanami—" you waved your hand as the two of you passed by each other in the hallway.

but the male brushes past you in a flash, not even letting you finish your sentence. and you shrugged thinking that he might be in a rush.

but when it happened, again and again. you could definitely conclude that he is indeed avoiding you — hell, he won't even spare you a glance. and you wondered what you did wrong to him.

"is this seat—" you approached the seat next to him, ready to claim it but he stood up packing his things and moving to a lone seat three rows behind, "taken..?"

ouch.

nanami didn't feel like he did anything wrong until he was met by one of your friends. who — well, said anything but nice things to him. threats. warnings. and questions. even nanami didn't know the answer to.

"what the fuck did you do to y/n?" the female said, eyeing nanami up and down judgmentally.

what did he do to you?

"what?"

"i said, what did you do to her you dipshit?" wow. nanami could only furrow his brows, thinking of a possible answer that he is sure of because of the looks of it — even he didn't know what was going on right now, "why did you make her sad?"

"sad?" nanami questions, "i didn't talk to her."

"exactly. why didn't you? you know she likes you, right?" nanami's breath hitched at the revelation, and he shook his head, "what? are you stupid? and here i thought she was being too fucking obvious, god . . ."

he was too caught up to hear what the angry female in front of him had to say, he just focused on the fact that you— y/n l/n— liked him.

he was stupid with all these new feelings. and nanami wasn't used to being stupid — so for the first time, he had to ask your friend's help. asking guidance for what he should do, what you like, what he needed to say to you.

"just say you're sorry and confess. you like her too don't you?" your friend exasperatedly explained, already feeling a little exhausted from having to tell such a smart but idiotic male about love.

"okay."

your friend was a bit skeptical, so she had to elaborate and make a script for him (which he ended up reading in front of you by the way), "just try to memorize this and go."

nanami in fact, could not memorize the script.

when he knocked on your door, reading off the script in front of you. you find it funny, because you didn't know what was going on or what you expected.

"what are you doing, nanami?" you chuckled, shutting the door behind you as the male stood on your porch, holding the small paper your friend gave to him in his hand.

"apologizing."

"for what?"

"your friend told me i made you sad by avoiding you," you choked on your own breath, a bit embarrassed by your friend — flailing your hands a bit.

"she did? oh my god. i'll tell her to say sorry . . ."

nanami shook his head, "it's alright. and i like you too."

nanami and you made it official that night. and he, oh my god, he spoils you. rotten. despite being a college student — nanami has money. buying you dresses, hair accessories, flowers, anything he thinks reminded him of you, he will buy it for you.

"ken, what's this?" you question him as the male handed you a pink colored plastic bag.

nanami didn't answer you, but beckoned you to open it and to see for yourself. when you did, the sight of two shiny hair accessories made your heart flutter, "you got this for me? thank you so much, kento."

nanami gets very happy when he sees you using the things he buys for you, and he gets pretty upset when you tell him that he shouldn't be spending so much on you.

despite your advice, nanami still buys everything for you. he doesn't regret anything if it's about you.

he's a little tweaky and awkward at first, but as time goes by. he gets the hang of dating and relationships. the most gentle male, holding your hand, he will never let you walk on the outside part of the sidewalk, he stands behind you during an escalator ride up because you love to wear dresses, he will exchange his shoes for you if your feet were paining because of your own shoes (and he will carry your shoes for you), will carry your shopping bags and even your normal bag for you.

"let me carry that," he grabs your bag and carries it before lacing his fingers with yours.

"ken, you don't have to—"

"i insist." he cuts you off, smiling down at you and his hand squeezes yours lightly as if telling you that it was completely okay to rely on him because he loves it when you rely on him.

he absolutely loves going shopping with you. he gets the first look at new outfits, and he absolutely loves when you bring him to shop for new dresses. telling you to do a little twirl before complimenting you and how beautiful you looked. he always, always, ends up buying them all for you.

"so? how do i look?" you opened the door to the fitting room cubicle, showing yourself.

nanami had to hold back a smile from forming on his face, "turn around," he softly said — and when you did as he was told, the hem of your dress fluttering around as your body turns.

he finally broke into the smile, "you look beautiful." nanami compliments, taking your hand in his, "take the dress."

you chuckled, "ken, i already have two others. and you spent a lot on me — i don't want you to spend more on me."

nonsense.

nanami gets it for you unknowingly anyways, giving it to you on the walk back home from the mall. he always does that. always.

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nameless-jamie · 5 months ago

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Can we get some PA and Jamie’s mum and Simon interaction? 💙💙💙

The Tartt's

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing

A/N: Sure, I love this idea. Guys keep sending me more ideas, love your requests. Ready for some pushy loving parent moments?

As his personal assistant, Y/N had gotten used to handling all aspects of Jamie Tartt’s life—from scheduling his training sessions to making sure he actually showed up to interviews on time. But coordinating a surprise visit from his mum and Simon? That was a new challenge entirely.

The last few weeks Jamie was very well-behaved. He was still annoying, but he worked hard to show up on time and make Y/N's life as his assistant and friend way easier. He was also very hard-working and trained his ass off. That paid off because he scored 5 goals in the last three matches!

As a little treat Y/N wanted to surprise him with his favourite people in the world. His mum and step-dad Simon. They live 3 hours away from Richmond in Jamie's hometown Manchester. He doesn't have time to visit them much, so any updates Georgie, Jamie's mum gets, are from Y/N.

Y/N and Georgie text and call often, not only to keep her updated on Jamie's life... Georgie and Simon had always been a fan of Y/N, calling her love and darlin’ whenever they met or talked. Asking Jamie where Y/N is at, whenever he FaceTimed them. Georgie would gush about how lucky Jamie was to have Y/N keeping his life in order, while Simon, in his usual dry humor, would mutter something about her being the real MVP of the family.

Georgie is also sure that Y/N is going to be her daughter-in-law... But she wouldn't rush those kids. She just knew.

And now? Well, now, they were showing up at Nelson Road to surprise Jamie at training.

Y/N stood outside the training ground, scrolling through her phone when she spotted the familiar couple heading toward her. Georgie’s face lit up the second she saw her.

“Y/N, my love!” Georgie beamed, pulling her into a warm hug before Simon wrapped an arm around her shoulders in greeting. “Oh, it’s been too long! Jamie giving you any trouble? Bet you’ve got your hands full. Love that boy to pieces, but he's a bunch of work sometimes.”

Y/N laughed. “You have no idea. But he's been good the last few weeks. I missed you guys so much and I know he's missed you too. So let's go surprise him!”

They started the walk to the pitch. Simon snorted wrapping an arm around Y/N and Georgie. “Reckon you’re the only reason he’s not showin’ up to training in his bloody dressing gown, right Y/N? By the way I brought your favorite shortcakes.”

"You guys spoil me and I'm not even your daughter!"

Georgie linked arms with Y/N as they headed toward the facility. “Who says you're not our daughter! Honestly, love, I don’t know how you do it. If Jamie were my boss, I’d have quit ages ago. Does he still sleep bottomless?”

Y/N blushed after hearing Georgie call her, her daughter. “Oh, believe me, Georgie, I've considered quitting like every day,” Y/N joked. “But then who else is going to make sure he eats actual food instead of just protein shakes and gummy bears?”

Georgie shook her head fondly. “That boy. Honestly. You are a saint, Y/N. And you know you’re basically family at this point, right? He should just marry you already...”

Y/N smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. “Well, I—”

Before she could finish, a voice interrupted from across the pitch.

“Mum? What the fuck?”

Jamie stood a few feet away, brows raised in confusion as he took in the sight of his mum, Simon, and Y/N looking very chummy.

Y/N grinned. “Surprise.”

"Language, Jamie!" Georgie shouted, angry at Jamie's fruity outburst.

Jamie blinked. “Why—how—”

"Surprise, baby!" Georgie squealed, throwing her arms wide, and before Y/N could even register it, Jamie was bolting across the grass, launching himself at her like a six-year-old.

She oofed at the impact, but Jamie just clung to her, his head buried in her shoulder.

“Mum,” he muttered, voice muffled but so full of love. “What’re you doin’ here?”

Y/N folded her arms, grinning as Simon walked up beside her. “He’s such a mumma’s boy.”

Simon chuckled. “The biggest. Watch this.”

Georgie’s face lit up. “Oh, Jamie, look at you. You’ve been eating well, right? Getting enough sleep? Moisturizing?”

Jamie sighed, leaning into her touch like an overgrown golden retriever. “Mum, yes. I’m fine.”

Georgie turned to Y/N. “Is he lyin’ to me?”

Y/N smirked. “You know what? He has been skipping breakfast.”

“Mum, no I haven’t—”

Georgie gasped dramatically, smacking his arm. “Jamie! That’s awful for your metabolism! You need to eat in the mornings, baby, I told you this!”

He turned to Y/N, slightly betrayed that she told on him, but happy. “You did this, huh? Brought them 'ere” he gestured towards his parents.

“Obviously.” She crossed her arms. “You haven’t seen them in ages, and I figured you could use some family time instead of annoying me all day.”

Georgie beamed, patting Jamie’s cheek. “She’s right, you know. You’re lucky she puts up with you.”

Jamie scoffed, blushing a little. “Yeah, yeah. Everyone loves tellin’ me how lucky I am to have her.”

Simon clapped a hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “Well, mate, you are.” Then, with a smirk, he turned to Y/N. “Tell me, love, how long you plannin’ to put up with him before you make it official?”

Y/N choked on air. “Wait, what?”

Jamie turned bright red. “Simon, mate, shut up.”

Simon ignored him, grinning. “Oh, come on. We all know it’s gonna happen eventually.”

Georgie nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely. I’ve already decided Y/N’s my daughter-in-law, whether you two want it or not.”

Y/N laughed nervously. “Jesus Christ.”

Jamie groaned even louder, now totally embarrassed. “Bloody hell.”

“Oh, don’t act like it’s a bad thing,” Georgie said, waving him off. “You love her.”

Jamie scoffed, folding his arms, but there was a telltale blush creeping up his neck. “Mum! I do not. Don't say stuff like that.”

Simon raised an eyebrow. “Really? So why’d you spend all last Christmas on FaceTime with us, complainin’ that she wouldn’t answer your texts?”

Jamie’s face flamed. “I did not—” He turned to Y/N. “I didn’t, okay?”

Y/N grinned. “Mhm. Sure.”

Georgie nudged her playfully. “You should’ve heard him, love. Walkin’ around all moody, muttering, ‘Dunno why she’s ignorin’ me, I’ve been proper nice to her this year.’”

Simon snorted. “Proper sad, it was.”

Jamie groaned. “I hate both of you.”

Y/N, thriving off of his suffering, smirked. “Aw, Jamie, you missed me?”

He huffed. “You know I did.”

The way he said it—low, almost begrudging, but completely honest—made Y/N’s stomach flip.

Georgie waggled her eyebrows. “See? You do adore her.”

Jamie rolled his eyes dramatically. “Right, well, this has been proper fun for everyone except me. I need to shower.”

He turned to Y/N, eyes flicking over her with something way too mischievous.

“Fancy helpin’ me pick out my clothes, love?” he teased. “Heard my mum...You are my future wife, after all.”

Y/N scoffed, trying to ignore the heat crawling up her neck. “You’re impossible.”

Jamie winked. “You love it.”

Georgie sighed dreamily. “God, you two are ridiculous.”

Simon nodded. “Just date already.”

Jamie and Y/N groaned at the same time.

“No one asked you!”

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amirawrah · 2 months ago

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✩The Softest Victory

with MICHAEL OLISE⭐︎REQUESTED BY ANON!

synopsis: Michael wins the Bundesliga, but the real victory is celebrating it with you—first at home, then with the team, and finally in a quiet hotel room where it all sinks in.

You found him on the edge of the couch, hoodie half-off one shoulder, thumb between his teeth.

He’d barely said a word in the last ten minutes.

The Bayer Leverkusen match was playing on the TV, volume slightly too high. Michael’s eyes didn’t leave the screen—every pass, every foul, every whistle made him flinch. Bayern had already played their match earlier in the day. Handled business. But the math still came down to this. A Leverkusen draw, or loss, would hand Bayern the title.

You padded into the room with a bowl of popcorn you knew he wouldn’t touch and nudged his knee.

“Babe,” you said softly. “You’re biting your nails.”

He didn’t respond. Just let out a shaky sigh and leaned forward like getting closer to the screen would somehow will the match in Bayern’s favor.

You dropped the popcorn on the table and slid onto the couch beside him, curling your legs under yourself. His knee was bouncing. The nerves were practically vibrating off of him.

“Michael.” You nudged him again, this time resting your head against his shoulder. “You do realize you already did your part, right?”

He exhaled again. “I know. But still... if they score now... it’s over.”

“You’ll still have more chances—”

“I want it tonight.”

That made you smile.

You’d watched him grind all season—travel, training, pressure, adjustment. The move to Bayern had been huge, and he didn’t talk about it much, but you knew how badly he wanted to prove himself. How hard he worked. How much he wanted to lift that trophy.

You reached up, threading your fingers through his locs, grounding him a little. “So if they draw?”

He glanced sideways at you, eyes flickering with hope. “We win the league.”

You tilted your head. “And if they lose?”

He smirked faintly, eyes flicking back to the screen. “We really win the league.”

You snuggled into his side, whispering, “Then I’m manifesting the driest, most boring nil-nil ending possible.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I’ll take it.”

Seconds passed. Then minutes. Leverkusen missed a big chance and Michael clutched his head, falling back against the couch like he’d just been shot.

“Why are they attacking like they need the three points?” he groaned.

You kissed his shoulder. “Deep breaths, champ.”

The word champ made his lips twitch, but he didn’t argue.

The final whistle blew after what felt like a lifetime.

Draw. 1-1.

You sat up first.

Michael blinked at the screen, stunned. Then slowly turned to look at you, mouth slightly open.

“…That’s it,” you whispered.

“Wait—” He grabbed the remote, flicking through post-match stats like he needed triple confirmation. The “Live Table” updated right before your eyes.

Bayern: Champions.

You tackled him before he could even react.

“YOU DID IT!” you screamed, half-laughing, half-crying. “Oh my God, Michael!”

He wrapped his arms around you instantly, burying his face in your neck as his breath hitched. “I can’t believe it,” he mumbled.

You pulled back, hands cupping his face. “Believe it. Bundesliga champ, right here in my living room.”

He let out a breathy laugh, leaning in to kiss you. “We need champagne.”

You grinned. “You’re lucky I already put a bottle in the fridge this morning. Just in case.”

He blinked. “Really?”

You shrugged, smug. “I had a feeling.”

Michael stared at you for a second, then shook his head and pulled you into his lap. “I love you.”

You kissed his jaw. “I love you more, champion.”

Your quiet little living room turned into the most important trophy celebration in the world.

The champagne cork had barely popped before Michael’s phone started buzzing.

FaceTime from Jamal. Then Serge. Then Phonzy. Then the team group chat lit up with voice notes, emojis, and wild celebration videos from every corner of Munich.

You’d barely gotten dressed when Michael pulled you into the closet, grinning wide. “They’re throwing a party tonight. Whole team. Wags too. You coming, right?”

You blinked, halfway through applying lip gloss. “You really think I’d miss your title party?”

He kissed your shoulder. “Didn’t wanna assume.”

An hour later, you were stepping out of a black car into the soft, golden glow of the venue. Music pulsed low in the background, tables were draped in red and gold, and a massive “CHAMPIONS” banner waved against the skyline.

The second Michael stepped in, all hell broke loose.

“AYYYYEEE—CHAMP IS HERE!” Alphonso yelled, pulling him into a bear hug so hard his backwards cap flew off. Kimmich poured him a shot before he even finished shaking hands with Thomas Müller. The DJ shouted his name over the mic and cheers erupted as the champagne bottles popped like confetti.

You stood to the side for a second, watching it all with your heart full. Your boyfriend—quiet, intense, private—was beaming. Laughing. Letting his teammates slap his back and pull him into photos.

Then his eyes found yours across the room.

That familiar softness flickered.

He excused himself from the crowd and walked over to you, tucking a curl behind your ear. “You look perfect.”

You smirked, leaning into him. “And you look like a title winner.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s because I am.”

The night went on in waves: toasts, dancing, speeches, photos. You fed him a strawberry off the dessert bar and the table behind you whooped like it was a goal celebration. Somewhere around midnight, Michael pulled you to dance with him.

You weren’t a flashy dancer. Neither was he. But the way his hands slid to your waist, the way he looked at you like the party blurred into silence—it made the whole room disappear. You pressed your forehead to his and swayed while confetti rained down like snow.

“Still feels a little unreal,” he murmured in your ear.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You earned every second of this.”

He kissed you then. Not rushed or showy, just slow and full. Like he was remembering the quiet living room moment from hours before. Like he was dancing with his best friend, his girl, the one who watched him hope, worry, and win.

And in the middle of the music and champagne and roaring teammates, you whispered the truth into his shoulder:

“I’ve never been prouder of you.”

The hotel room he had booked - cause it was too late to go home - was quiet except for the soft rustle of your dress as you stepped out of your heels. Your feet ached, your throat was dry from laughing, and your cheeks still burned from all the pictures. But none of it mattered.

Because he was sitting at the edge of the bed, hoodie on now, locs a little damp from the champagne shower earlier. Michael glanced over his shoulder at you, a lazy, crooked smile tugging at his lips.

“Come here.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You walked over and slid into his lap, the room smelling faintly of his cologne and confetti still stuck to the back of his neck.

“Did you have fun?” you whispered, your arms draped around his shoulders.

He nodded, resting his forehead against your chest. “Yeah. But this is the best part.”

You smiled softly, fingers brushing through his damp locs. “What, sitting in a dark hotel room with sore legs?”

“Sitting here with you,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut. “Everything feels right when I’m with you.”

You leaned back a little, your nose scrunching in amusement. “You always get so soft after wins.”

He smiled. “Only with you.”

The room went quiet again. You could still hear faint music from the streets below—honking, cheering, someone blasting Bayern chants—but it all felt like background noise now. He curled his arms around your waist, holding you like he didn’t want the night to end. Like winning wasn’t real until he shared the stillness with you.

You kissed the top of his head. “You know what I loved most tonight?”

“Hm?”

“Watching you let go. Be celebrated. You deserve that.”

He looked up at you then, eyes a little glossy but calm. “You know what I loved most?”

You blinked. “What?”

He tugged you closer, like it was obvious. “That every time I looked around, you were there.”

Your heart thudded a little louder.

You cupped his jaw, brushed your thumb across the curve of his cheekbone, and kissed him. Not rushed or urgent—just soft and certain. He sighed into it, the kind of sigh that came from peace.

The medals, the lights, the chants—they were beautiful.

But this? This was everything.

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divadepreshawn · 2 months ago

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𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓

Aaron Hotchner × fem!reader ×popstar

I hope this isn't repetitive, I wanted to update soon but my head was empty like Homer's (I guess exam week melted my brain). At least I got a perfect score on one of them. I also changed everything on my profile, I've been thinking about it for a month because I have some problems with change but I'm a person who adapts easily, ironic right? I don't know if there's any need to say this, but I obviously didn't write this song Anyway, I said I'd burn slowly. WC: 1 961 part five

Aaron arrived earlier than usual, as he did when he needed to get the reports in order before the team arrived. However, twenty minutes had passed and the folder was still closed in front of him. The conversation from the night before echoed in his mind. Your smile. The way you didn’t mince your words when talking to him – the naturalness, as if you had known him for years. It was an unlikely connection, quick for his taste – too real to ignore.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a frustrated sigh. His cell phone vibrated on the table, breaking him from his trance. The screen lit up with the notification from the messaging app.

“Good morning Mr. Hot, just to be clear, if you disappear again, my revenge will involve sound cars.”

Aaron let out a genuine laugh, the kind of laugh he didn’t know he was capable of before eight in the morning.

“Good morning. I have to ask, do you ever wake up threatening others? Not that I doubt your threat – trust me, I know you are capable.” “I prefer to call it a preventive warning. I still don’t know if you’re a repeat offender.”

He stared at the screen for several long seconds. Before sending a reply, still hesitant.

“You just insulted my reputation. Now I think I need to clear my name… Would dinner be enough?”

A few seconds passed, almost enough time for him to start regretting having sent it.

“Dinner… I like that, I think it might work.”

He felt a slight tightness in his chest. I need to schedule an exam, this is happening frequently, he thought.

“I have a place in mind, discreet enough that you won’t need disguises.” “That’s very thoughtful, I’ll see you tonight ;)”

Aaron read the message once, twice – as if it could disappear if he blinked. An involuntary smile appeared on his lips.

Damn, he’s screwed.

With a sigh, he put his cell phone in his pocket, adjusting his tie. He needed to focus on the report—or at least pretend to. Finally opening the folder, his eyes scanned the first few lines, forcing himself to focus on his work. He was almost halfway through when the office phone rang.

“Hotchner.” Her tone was low and serious.

“Sir, we have a case in Atlanta, Team on the jet in thirty minutes.” Penelope’s voice broke through on the other end of the line.

He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. Someone on the other end doesn’t like him very much, he thought.

“I’m on my way.”

The team was spread out in the armchairs, each focused on their material. The constant sound of the engines drowned out the silent tension. Aaron reviewed the case information. After reading the same page three times, his eyes fell to his cell phone on the table. He opened the messaging app, clicking on the last conversation, his eyes scanning the keyboard – indecisive. He still doesn’t know why he hesitated to talk to you. Maybe it was the fear of crossing the invisible line – which he was one step away from doing. Maybe it was the awareness that something had changed or the fact that he no longer had control over it.

“I might need to reschedule dinner tonight. I have a case.”

He typed and deleted it. Aaron knew he should text you to explain himself. But a simple text didn’t seem enough. You deserved more than that. Opening his contact list, he searched for a familiar number and discreetly called.

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Do you know what the best source of artistic inspiration is? Relationships.

Your best compositions have always been those that were born from your feelings. Sometimes they were strange – you’re not proud of that. But what could you do? Composing was your love language.

Looking at the lyrics you’ve just finished, an involuntary grimace appeared on your face. “Maybe this is too… intense,” you thought. A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts, startled, you slammed your notebook shut, your eyes slightly wide as you held your breath – like a child when they make art. Lisa – your personal assistant – enters the room raising an eyebrow at you.

“You look like you’re up to something…” she looks at the notebook on your lap “Who are you stalking right now?”

You grimace, opening your mouth ready to protest “Hey, I’m not stalking anyone” you open the notebook quickly skimming the lyrics “Well, not consciously.”

“Let me guess, is that the FBI guy?”

“No…” you tried to keep your expression neutral, but it was useless. Just hearing his name made your heartbeat falter. “Well, maybe.”

“Holy shit, you just got zinged.”

“What are you talking about?” you frowned as you tried to remember what that meant. “Zing? I think I finally cracked you.”

“Hotel Transylvania, you know, when two people look at each other and the universe just stops and goes like: boom, spark, destiny, soulmate.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I don’t know what’s weirder, you having time to watch cartoons or remembering them. Just stop it.”

Lisa shrugged. “I’m just saying, when you like someone you have two outlets. You write songs that are either really romantic or really perverted. But when you really like them, they get intense and obsessive – psychologically worrying.” She counts on her fingers as she speaks, before pointing to the closed notebook on her lap. “And based on what I’ve seen, plus your scared face when I walked in here, I’d bet my kidney that if this guy heard what you wrote, he’d run. Like: lock this woman up.”

You blink in disbelief. Was she lying? No. Would you admit she was right? Not even under torture.

“Shouldn’t you be reorganizing my schedule based on the cities and partnerships we have to make in a week?”

“I’m multifunctional, I can do both at the same time. I just came here to let you know that Lana is waiting for you at the studio,” she says with a smile, already turning to leave. “Disturbing you is my job. Organizing your schedule and sending emails is just a bonus.”

You threw a pillow in her direction – she dodged it, her reflexes were definitely on point. You stood there for a few minutes after Lisa left, staring at the notebook in your lap, your fingers hesitating before opening it again. The lyrics were there, staring back at you. Exactly as she described, intense and obsessive.

All up in your mind I try to get all up in mine your mind It stops at a crime that I wanna make you mine I try to get all up in your mind I'll go and do the time if it means I'll make you mine Your My eyes, yeah, I really like your smile It stops the time, yeah, I'll stay here for a while You awaken in me that good feeling that I didn't even know I needed.You give me that real good feeling that I need Be careful what you ask for 'cause I just might comply You need a real wild girl You need me, all mine your demons, it's gon' take a little work It's absurd but I'm gon' say those three words Yes, I do, I think it's true I just know I love you (gon' make you mine, minе) Tell mama that I'd do it for you The rider always want you, I'll bе groupie for you It may hurt at first 'cause I'ma make you work Put me first is what you need I know you're gonna love me Why don't you take the time to really notice me? You need that really wild one (you're mine, you're mine) I knew that you can't live without her He know I'm a fuckin' problem I knew that I could get it out him (you're mine, mine, mine) I really love you (you know I love you) Tell mama do it for you (you're mine, mine, mine) My eyes behold you, this kitty always want you I'm the only one for you (you're mine, mine, mine)

A part of you wanted to lock it in a trunk and throw away the key. And the other… You secretly wanted Aaron to see this side, just to know if he would stay.

“What the hell, this song is going to be recorded,” you thought, getting up to go to the studio.

“I want a strong beat and something electronic, futuristic, something that gives a synthetic effect. I want the beat to grow as if it were surrounding the person listening, giving a feeling that is kind of claustrophobic, you know?”

Lana arched an eyebrow, already turning to the mixing table. “Like a glitch? A synthesizer with a metallic tone? Or something more “screaming”, like high-pitched effects?”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a second. “No, nothing screamy. Add a bit of the first two, I want the bass beat, maybe even a reverb effect.”

“A synthetic base that sounds like a whisper.” She nods softly. “You know what would be cool? Add some very low, almost imperceptible breathing samples. To give the feeling that someone is there. Very close.”

You nod “I thought about it, I think that instead of whispering I will record some tracks going down a tone, I will harmonize and overlap.” you think for a second “Maybe a synthetic effect, half robot on top.”

“Girl, I love how your mind works. Do you want to record a track yet?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am.” You get your headphones and notebook ready, signaling for Lana to start recording.

After recording and choosing the best tracks, you sit down with Lana to adjust the beat and add some vocals in the background. She added effects, adjusting volumes, testing reverbs and delays with surgical precision. In the background, she added her processed voice, they floated like ghosts. After listening to the finished track, Lana leaned back in her chair, looking at you with an expression that was hard to decipher. “I don’t know if this is music, a spell or a threat. But I liked it. You should explore this more alternative side of you.”

You smile, shrugging your shoulders “Maybe later. This song doesn’t fit with the rest of the album and I still don’t know if I want to release it… Just save the demo.” Lana nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on you for a moment longer – as if reading between the lines of what you didn’t say. She didn’t ask questions – there was no need. She knew.

A soft knock echoed in the room, and you and Lana exchanged a curious look. You stood up and walked to the door, still confused, and when you opened it you were faced with Chris, holding a huge bouquet of flowers with only a card on top with your initials.

“Special delivery” he said with an amused expression, holding the arrangement out to you.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise, accepting the flowers. “Hey” you murmured with a half smile, bringing your nose closer to the flowers “Sending bouquets is my thing.”

“Yeah, it seems like it's both of their things now .”

You looked at him over the flowers, frowning “Our thing?”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the side of the door, his smile widening. “Who do you think sent you this?”

Your heart raced, the question hanging in the air, but there was no need for an answer. Maybe you weren’t as crazy as you thought. Muttering a “Thank you,” you turned away, walking back into the living room to the couch in the corner, Lana’s eyes following every step. Setting the flowers down beside you, you pulled out the small card.

“Last-minute cancellations aren’t my style, but a case took me out of town before I could give you a heads up. If you’re willing to give me another chance, I promise to make it up to you. Pick a place, a day, and a time. I’ll be there. P.S. I wish I had the gift of writing notes as witty as yours… but all I can offer is my sincere apologies – and please don’t send the sound truck. - A.H.”

You bit your lower lip, fighting the smile that threatened to escape.

“Please tell me he wrote something absurdly cute.” She said with a fake sigh, clasping her hands close to her face.

“It’s cute,” you agreed, chuckling softly. “In his own way, of course.” You picked up your phone and typed a reply.

“I could consider this an act of relapse, but since the situation called for it, I’ll let it slide. No sound truck for you – for now. Just come back in one piece.”

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The local police station was stuffy, the distinctive smell of paper and stale coffee wafting through the air. Aaron sat at a makeshift desk, his jacket hanging over the back of his chair. In front of him was a stack of files—photos of victims, reports of old cases, a list of suspects.

His phone vibrated on the desk, his eyes darting to the screen reflexively, his name flashing on the screen. Swiping his finger, he opened the message.

A small smile—almost imperceptible—appeared on his lips. The casual way you teased him was disarming—and unexpectedly comforting. He definitely needed to solve this case soon. Maybe it was too soon to name what was emerging between you. But it wasn’t too soon to admit it—even if only to himself. He wanted more. More of your boldness and unexpected responses. More of the way you messed up his carefully constructed routine.

He wanted you to stay.

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English is not my first language are sorry for any mistake

If you have any ideas to contribute to the sequel I will be happy to receive them :)

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