#and then i had to clean up my place and the floor while the queue for tickets and snacks got loner and longer

[wickerjulias]

bro (gn) this shift was the worst

[gguk-n]

Hate you (Lando Norris x Reader)

{Lando's POV}

As I lay in my bed, the sheets felt cold, devoid of any warmth; as if their previous owner had taken it all with them. I found myself staring at ceiling after spending the better part of the night twisting and turning in my bed.

"Lan, babe" she whispered, "can't sleep?" she asked. My eyes locked with her, a gap in between us while we lay in bed. As if on queue, she opened her arms, "come here" she mumbled. "I'm too sleepy to be still awake" she continued. I scooted closer, into her arms. I found myself laying on her open arm while the other wrapped it self around my shoulder; our legs tangling themselves in each other. "Go to sleep, love" she whispered while her hand raked through my hair and kissed my forehead. I heard the rhythmic beating of her heart, lulling me to sleep.

A tear slipped out of my eyes, pooling on the pillow case under me. I spent the entire night tossing and turning as I tried to chase the sleep that never came to me. Morning couldn't come any sooner, I decided to head out to the gym and get done with my work out and exercise for the day. It helped my thoughts from running rampant as I focused my energy on the task at hand. As I opened the door, "Babe, I'm back" I called out, only to be met with the cold gust of wind that blew at me. I slowly walked into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab myself something to eat. It was empty.

"Lan, here, I heated up your breakfast for you." she said, handing me a bowl of the diet food I was supposed to eat, as recommended by my trainer. But her cooking made the food so much more delicious and I never felt like I was ever on a diet. I pecked her lips while grabbing the bowl from her hands. "What would I do without you?" I asked with a laugh. "Crash and burn" she replied proudly turning to get back to meal prepping for me.

The last time I had asked my trainer to send me my pre-cooked meals was years ago. Since we had started dating, she had taken the role of making my food. The fridge now lay barren, a remnant of her absence. I poured myself a glass of water and went back to my room.

The bedroom felt like a hotel room, devoid of any character. My stuff lay sprawled out on the floor. The small trinkets or the photo frames that adorned my side table were missing. The dressing table looked cold and my closet empty.

"Babe, you're gonna have to buy new hangers, a couple more towels and some cleaning supply." she called out as she unpacked her bag for the first time as she moved into my our flat. "You know what my card pin is, order whatever you need" I replied. "I'm gonna stock up on my skin care too" she teased. "You can buy the Kohinoor diamond if you want" I teased back. I could hear her laugh echo through out, making my heart warm and fuzzy. She spent the next couple of months turning my stock image of a flat into a home. There were clothes, books, magazines, utensils and candles decorating our home. She took her time making this place ours.

Right now, our my home was back to it's stock image self. All the picture frames and the candles were empty and missing their owner. I stepped into the shower to find the shelf empty which was usually filled with all her shampoos and conditioners.

"It's a good thing" she said as she massaged the shampoo into my scalp. "What is?" I asked, enjoying the sensation. "The fact that the both of us have curly hair. Your hair's taking my products pretty well" she replied. "Yeah, you've made me hotter than I already am" I joked. "Hair can do a lot for a man" she said solemnly. "I'll wash this out and we'll try the new conditioner and curling cream I got yesterday" she giggled while grabbing the bottles.

My hair was a mess since she left. I never paid attention to what she used, she's always make me look even more handsome than I was. I got done with the shower and decided to grab something to eat from outside and left the house with the keys to my McLaren. I hadn't taken the Lambo out since she left because it was her favourite car and it smelled like her.

The next couple of day were spent without much sleep and the most outer body experience. I found myself at the club asking the bartend to get me drink after drink to drown out my sorrow. I kept telling my self that she was selfish and she never thought about me before breaking up. I drowned drink after drink lamenting the lost of the best person I knew. She was selfish, she broke my heart and took it with her. It wasn't fair on me since she decided to prioritise herself and forget all the good times we had; I told myself. "I hate her" I mumbled as I downed another glass of whiskey. Before I know it, Max was wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me back to his car. I didn't feel as inebriated as I wished I did, to not be able to remember anything.

She had been anxious the whole weekend, fidgeting with her fingers as she sat in my drivers room. Every time I asked her about it, she would brush me off. I decided not to press her wait for her to spill it out. After the race on Sunday, we headed back on the private jet, just the two of us. The flight wasn't very long and I couldn't wait to get home. Her posture had gotten even more tense then before. "Lando, we need to talk" she said barely above a whisper. This couldn't be good, she never called me by my name. Her hands clasped and unclasped themselves while she rocked a bit on her heels. "I got an offer, from that video game company that I love" she began. "That's great news baby" I lunged forward holding her hands. She pulled her hands away from me, "They are based in Australia" she spoke. "That doesn't matter. You'll be working remotely anyways." I suggested. "Actually" she spoke, "They want me to come in to the office, since the new game they are working on is top secret and it's a big deal for them too" she finished. "Well I can travel with you whenever you need and you can come and go" I suggested. "I might not be able to come to any races or stay in Monaco for the next couple of years" she said tentatively. "What" I almost screamed. "How can you make such a decision without talking with me?" I shouted. "I never made the decision. It's just that, this is like a dream come true for me, you know" she replied meekly with tears in her eyes. "You don't care about me. How can you be so selfish?" I cried out. "baby, I'm not, I...this is a once in a life time opportunity" she croaked out. "You don't love me" I mumbled. "What no, baby" she reached out to hold my face in between her hands, but I was angry and I pushed her away. How could she be so selfish and decide to move away after so many years together? "I love you, I really do but we talked about how long distance was a deal breaker for you, so I wanted to discuss this with you" she cried out. "yeah, it is. I can't imagine being away from the one I love" I spat out. "I love you Lando, I really do but this my dream like Formula one is yours" she whimpered. "You can't be serious right" I muttered. It was the anger talking; before thinking it through; "We're done" I said in a sharp voice. I got up from my seat and walked away to the door since we had just landed.

She ran after me, begging me to reconsider but I was too angry and I wasn't thinking straight. I broke up with her and didn't even look back. I stayed back at Max's place as she emptied out the apartment. All I could do was hate her for not wanting to stay, to numb the pain away.

The next morning I woke up to a note from Max and a glass of water with some pain meds. I drank the water and took my medicines. As I placed the glass back, my finger got caught in the lowest drawer of my side table which came open as I moved away. In front me lay polaroids from our dates. The one's I had taken. The top one was of her sending a flying kiss and the one next to it was of us kissing. It hurt seeing these, now. I couldn’t help but cry. I knew, deep down that the only way I would be able to make the pain go away was by making her the villain even though she wasn't one; because I was selfish and didn't want to feel the hurt.

[xoxochb]

— mind over matter ꣑ৎ‧₊˚.

warnings: heart shattering angst with tooth rotting fluff/comfort in redemption, readers coffee is the same as how I take mine but you can imagine it however you’d like it to be, I just did it for sake of wording pairing: jason grace x fem! reader a/n: I had the shittiest day so I projected it on here to comfort myself but I hope anyone else dealing with awful days will enjoy this as much as I did <3

your day was going utterly awful. it started out fine, you woke up early and got ready for the day like usual, however it’s when you joined society when your day went to shit. it started when some of the popular aphrodite girls began making fun of you for no specific reason, then you’re only friends at camp left you out at lunch and you had to sit by yourself— totally embarrassing! and after that you slipped and fell, skinning both your knees. you ended up in the infirmary as will solace patched you up and scolded you for not watching your surroundings as you walked. you left quickly after that before the son of apollo was able to see your tear-veiled eyes. unfortunately that didn’t change a thing because a group of campers walked by as you chocked back a sob

but perhaps you were just being too over dramatic. there was surely someone out there having a day worse than you— but with your sensitivity you can’t help but feel like shit. finally, after this you found yourself in the kitchen fixing yourself a cup of coffee (it was needed after the hell of a day you had). almost happily, you take the pot and place it onto the counter as you now attempt to grab a mug from the cabinet… but you hear a slight noise from somewhere within the room, and in the midsts of your distraction you fail to realize the falling cup, only doing so as it smashes on the floor. you yelp and back away as to prevent yourself from getting cut by any class. as if on queue, like in a superman kind of way, your boyfriend worriedly enters the kitchen, taking notice of the broken mug shattered on the floor and additionally your scared self

without saying a word, noticing your vulnerability, jason walks over to your spot against the counter and wraps you tightly in his arms, running one comforting hand up and down your back while another runs gently through your hair. you don’t try, now, to hold back your tears, you allow yourself to cry into his chest, taking fistfuls of his shirt into your hands. shakily, you try to say something but a knot in your throat prevents anything from leaving your lips at the moment. but jason doesn’t seem to mind your lack of dialogue, lightly holding you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until your weeping diminishes into only shaky breaths and sticky, wet, flushed pink cheeks

“do you want to talk about it?” asks jason in his forever gentle tone of voice. you don’t know in all honesty, truly only a shitty day

“my day- it’s… it was just- it was awful” you feel your eyes brimming with tears again, but this time, jason is ear to wipe them away with the pads of his thumbs before they fall

you continue now, “everything went wrong. and I wanted- I wanted coffee but I heard- a noise and the cup fell and everything is jut wrong!” your crying similarly continues

jason frowns over your unhappy mood. “hey, it’s okay. we all have bad days sometimes. how about I fix you a new cup of coffee and we go back to my cabin and lay down for a while? does that sound good?”

“I-” you hesitate “I have to clean up. the glass, it’s-”

“don’t worry about that, I’ll clean it up for you, okay? just stay here”

you nod but ultimately pout even more when his warmth leaves you. you watch as he begins picking up the small shards, then throws them into the trash to assure once they are collected nobody else will face the hurtful objects. once he finishes he takes a new mug from the cabinet— without dropping it— and pours the warm liquid into the cup

“milk and three sugars?”

“yes” you murmur. but internally your stomach does backflips at the knowledge that he has your coffee order memorized. after he fixes it up he walks back over to where you stand with the cup in his palms

“are you okay?”

“I… don’t know” you fiddle with your fingers nervously. jason puts the mug down on the counter behind you and takes your hands into his

“that’s okay. I’ll be here for you, the whole time, whenever you need me”

“will you?”

“I will”

and that’s less of a statement and more of a sacred oath, one he vows to keep for eternity

[sourlemonsprout]

gn!reader x Alphonse

Word Count: 1,078 (This piece briefly references the "Summer Eve w/ Your Pastel Punk Boyfriend" vid from like 4yrs ago.)

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"Music?" Al cocked his head slightly.

"Yeah! Remember when we got ice cream the other week? At the beach, you said if I was interested we could hang out sometime. Your suggestion of lying around and listening to music actually sounded really nice. That is if you're cool with that?" you said, your eyes scanning around the store, lightly bitting at the corner of your bottom lip.

oh-

"Uh yeah, yeah! That would be cool. I close up shop in a little over an hour. Is that alright?" He asked, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure thing! I'll come back then!" You said, waving as you headed out the door.

fuck they're cute

The shop had been a wasteland the rest of the day, so Alphonse eventually decided to close the shop a little early. The second the doors were locked and lights were out, he scrambled to clean his apartment. The clothes on the bedroom floor got kicked into the closet. The dishes beside the kitchen sink were cleaned in record time. Just before he heard a knocking at the shop's doors, he was able to tidy up the living room area. Taking a deep breath, Al ran his hand through his hair and glanced around the apartment one last time before answering the door.

"Hey there, come on in," he motioned inside.

"Again, feel free to grab anything you'd like from the shop," he said, locking the door once again behind him.

"Thanks, my day was kinda shitty, so I appreciate this," you admit. As you pass the rows of shelves stocked with delicious sweet treats, you snatch a KitKat from a basket as you walk beside Al to the back door.

"Oh, sorry to hear that. Did you wanna talk about it…?" He offered.

"Nah, it's not that serious. I just wanna chill and forget about it," you say, chomping directly into the top of the KitKat bar, which makes Al chuckle and admittedly cringe a little. You pause for a moment once you've reached the vaguely familiar living quarters you visited once before. Absentmindedly, you chew at your lip, taking in the apartment properly this time. Alphonse briefly looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. He can't help but feel a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he watches you bite your lip innocently. As nonchalantly as possible, Al ducked behind you and made his way over to the kitchen. Now out of sight, a deep breath to regain his composure.

"Make yourself comfortable! I'm gonna grab some water. You want anything to drink?" he called out.

"I'm alright, thanks!" you call back, oblivious to Al's fluster. You wander over to the living room and sit in front of the couch on the carpet with one leg up and the other crossed underneath. You watch Al enter the room carrying a deck of cards, a baby blue speaker, and a glass of water. Upon reaching you, he places the water down on a little coffee table and hands you the speaker to which you're making little grabby hands.

"I thought it'd be fun to have something to do while we listen to music." Al gestured to the cards in his hand. As you eagerly queue up a list of songs, Alphonse begins to shuffle the deck of cards.

"So what games do we know how to play?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Crazy Eights, Slap Jack, Rummy, Black Jack, uhh… Go Fish?" he reeled off.

"Ooo, it's been a minute since I've played any card game," you pondered your options for a moment.

"Let's start out with Crazy Eights, I definitely know that one!" you decide. Alphonse deals out seven cards each, his head nodding in beat with the song pouring out of the speaker.

The first few turns passed slowly as you both sorted your cards and got into the rhythm of the game. Alphonse found it silly how much strategy you were trying to implement in a game he believed to be mostly chance. After several rounds of skill, luck, and shit-talking, you were both tied.

"We need a tiebreaker," you declare, reaching for the deck of unorganized cards.

Al sarcastically said, "Obviously, the town would be devastated if we didn't determine which of us is the Crazy Eight's champion," rolling his eyes with a grin. Thus began an intense game (mainly for you) for the crown and title of official Crazy Eights champion.

Rolling the bottom of your lip under your teeth, you surveyed your cards intently, plotting your next move as if money were on the line. Alphonse smiled softly as he watched you concentrate. His heart flutters at the way you nibble at your lips, causing them to swell and redden. Your expression delates with defeat and your eyebrows furrow as you realize you have to pick up cards from the draw pile. A warm bubbly feeling swells in Al's chest, and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss yo-

"AH HA!" You shout triumphantly, making Al jump slightly at the sudden outburst as you proudly display an eight or spades.

"I call clubs babyyyy," you declare smugly, knowing damn well Al didn't have a single club card in his hand. Alphonse chuckled as you slid the entire draw deck towards his side of the table.

"You're something else, you know that?" he shook his head, drawing his seventh card.

As the night wore on, you and Alphonse continued to play card games and listen to music, occasionally pausing to chat about life and share stories. Any tension or fluster Al once felt had melted into a comfortable ease, it felt lovely to open up to someone like this again. As the clock struck midnight, you both decided it was time to call it quits.

"Thanks for tonight, Alphonse. I had a lot of fun," you said, standing up from the floor to stretch.

"I did too. We should do this again sometime," he replied, walking you to the door.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.

"Goodnight," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your body.

As you walked home under the beautiful night sky, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. Maybe there was something there between you and Alphonse, something worth exploring. Only time would tell, but for now, you were content basking in the glow of a wonderful evening.

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The End!

Thanks again @sleeplessdreamer14 for the req/idea! <3

I'm not exactly sure why this is the story route I went down, but I must really want to play a card game or something considering this is the second piece I've written where card games are involved lol.

[dreamwatch]

First fic tag game 📖

Pick a fandom and post an excerpt of the first thing you ever wrote in that fandom. Could be a scene, part of a scene, a couple of lines, whatever your first foray into writing for that fandom was. Feel free to include a link to the story it comes from if it’s been published (excerpts from WIPs count too).

Thanks to @vthx for the tag!

So about twenty odd years ago I was active in another fandom, wrote a few drabbles and a few chapters of abandoned, never published fics. Not even mad about it, they were shit. So below is the first thing I ever wrote for Stranger Things back in about March 2023. This was the beginning of my post S4 fix it, and I jumped straight in with multiple POVs, jumping around all over the place, setting myself up for a fail basically. I have about 5k written, but I don't think this will ever see the light of day so below you have the opening scene, unedited, not spell-checked, blah blah.

*Also note its in past tense - evidence that it is indeed an early wip. God knows fanfic broke me when it comes to tenses!

Wayne Munson couldn’t tell you exactly when he became so attuned to sounds. He had spent much of his life learning to block them out. Gunfire and the screaming of young men; the constant churn of machinery at the plant; screeching guitars in the middle of the afternoon when he’s trying to sleep. He’s learned over the years how to just zone it all out.

But now he’s listening. 

The squeak of shoes on linoleum. Doctors and nurses talking to each other, not to him. Alarms. Good alarms (it’s normal, nothing to worry about, Mr Munson) bad alarms (you need to step outside while we work), constant electronic beeps that tell him his nephew is still alive, the whoosh click of the ventilator that tells him Eddie has air in his lungs. He’s listening, now, to all these sounds that tell him that under the dressings, the machinery, the tubes and the wires, somewhere under all of that is his boy. They’re keeping him here with him. So he listens, and now these sounds are Eddie. These sounds are Eddie telling him he’s here. 

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He was at work when the earthquake hit. The plant was twenty-five minutes outside of Hawkins, not close enough to be seriously damaged but close enough that they knew something major had happened. They cleaned up what they could, only becoming aware of what had happened on their doorstep because of the radio blasting across the plant floor (another noise he’d been able to block out over the years). Phone lines were down, but the radio said it had been an earthquake, smack bang in the middle of Hawkins. Crew members started to gather, concern growing for families and loved ones, panic at not being able to get through to anyone. No one calling in, no one able to call out. It felt apocalyptic. The radio continuing to talk of damage, casualties, deaths. And in all of this, he didn’t know where Eddie was.

He finished is shift early, making his way back to the shitty motel he was staying in. He could see the plumes of smoke, the heavy clouds hanging over Hawkins. The highway clogged with army vehicles and first responders going one way, and cars full of kids and pets going the other. They had the right fucking idea. He wished he’d done that years ago.

As he pulled up in front of his room he took note of the extra cars in the lot, a queue outside reception as people desperately tried to get a room for the night. Any other time maybe he’d have considered giving up his bed, wouldn’t be the first time he’d slept in his truck. But these were the same people that were looking for Eddie, and who would shoot him or string him up as soon as they laid eyes on him. So fuck ‘em. He pushed the key in the lock, harder than needed, and entered the room. Slammed the door behind him. Locked out all the hate.

He didn’t bother with the light switch as he walked through the door. No piles of clothes, books, tapes to navigate his way round (Jesus, don’t touch it, I have a system!). He laid his keys, his wallet and his watch carefully on the bedside table. Loose coins stacked by denomination. He took his clothes off carefully, folding them neatly and placing them on the single wooden chair that sat near the dresser. He should shower, he really should, but the adrenaline after the chaos earlier was leaving his body, making space for his fear to grow. He needed a moment, just a moment to himself. Wayne dropped onto the bed, mattress sinking and groaning as he shifted his weight. He’d just close his eyes for five minutes, try and get a hold of himself. Just five minutes.

The banging at the door startled him awake, and he realised he'd fallen asleep, sunlight streaming through the windows. Banging again, louder this time. He’d already chased a couple of assholes away this week, after last night he was in no fucking mood. He was ready to let his exhaustion, and fear and general fucking anger out on whoever was dumb enough to be banging on his door after waking him. He wasn’t expecting to see Calvin Powell on the other side of the door.

“He’s not here, you should know that by now. I’ve seen the patrol car passing through.”

“We found him.”

Wayne could feel the sudden swoop in his guts. He was vaguely aware of clutching at the door, his knees suddenly soft. Chief Powell didn’t miss it.

“He’s alive,” Powell rushed out. “But he was badly hurt in the earthquake. He’s been flown to a trauma centre in Indianapolis.”

Wayne felt sick.

“I have to warn you, there will be officers from IMPD waiting for him and he’ll be kept under guard until he’s well enough to be charged and taken into custody.” 

Wayne ran a shaky hand across his mouth. 

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[0310sunkii]

——SUNYUNKI AU——

⋆˚࿔ Roomates and Heartbeats 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(PART 1)

pairing: roommate!ni-ki x fem reader, roommate!jake x fem reader, roommate!sunoo x fem reader (she/her pronouns used)

summary: With summer ending, Dani, Cea, and Myu found a dorm—but they’d be sharing it with three guys from their college. After meeting their unexpectedly attractive roommates, they checked out the place. Despite their flustered reactions, they decided to move in.

warnings: fluff, enemies to lovers, bestfriends to lovers, friends to lovers, angst if you squint hard enough, curse words !!, featuring jake, sunoo and ni-ki from enhypen

a/n: first fic, i hope you guys enjoy it !! me and my friend wrote this while we were bored :]

queueing: paranormal - enhypen

— wc : 1.69k — not proof read

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“omg.. guys i think i found a dorm!” dani said as the other two perked up at what she had said but they noticed dani looking quite hesitant “whats up? you look hesitant.. i mean we took forever to find a dorm” myu said and cea agreed “well.. i did find a dorm but we’re gonna rent with other three people, and apparently they’re all guys” dani said “and APPARENTLY they go to the same college as us” dani said awkwardly “well i mean it can’t be that bad right..? i mean we are desperate for a dorm right now and it’s not like we have any other choice right now or we do” myu said “well actually we dont have any other choice..” dani said “i mean i don’t know i’m not really good at interacting with other people” cea said nervously “it’s okay you’ll be fine, we can go check out the dorm tomorrow i guess, plus it’s near the university too so i think we can make it work!” dani said reassuring cea

cea nodded and smiled at dani and myu. dani suggested for them to stay over for the night so they can all go together tomorrow. cea and myu agreed and the three of them started to get ready for bed. (timeskip the next morning)

after they had woke up and got ready, dani had called one of the guys who stayed in the dorm and informed them that they’re gonna go check out the dorm.

“so what did they say?” myu asked “they said we can go check out the dorm, it was kinda noisy but i guess we shouldn’t overthink it since they’re guys after all” dani said “hey guys do u think they’re good looking orr..” cea said “girl i THOUGHT u were nervous” dani said “IT WAS JUST A WHAT IF, plus pay me if they’re good looking” cea said feeling excited “i’m literally gonna kill you if they aren’t good looking” myu said “guys calm down— we need to go soon, they’re waiting for us omg..” dani said “pay me 500 by the way!” cea said “girl we’re GONNA leave you” dani said (timeskip when they reach the dorm)

after they reached the dorm building, one of the guys that live in the dorm sent the room and floor number. HYBE BUILDING floor 3 room no. 310. they found the room.

“is this it? it looks fancy for the price honestly” cea said “honestly it’s okay for the price if we’re gonna live with 3 other people” myu added “guys shut up i’m gonna knock” dani said (dani knocked on the door) “hello? we’re the one who called this morning and last night—“ dani said but she got caught off when she saw the guy who opened the door “oh hi welcome! the dorm is kinda messy right now.. but we’re cleaning it!” the guy said apologetically and scratched the back of his neck “oh it’s fine! uhm so may we come inside?” dani said shyly slightly flustered “yes of course! my name is sunoo by the way” sunoo said smiling at dani “oh nice to meet you sunoo! i’m dani and thats cea and myu” dani said smiling back at him “nice to meet you too, come in!” sunoo said still smiling at dani and the other two “give me my 500 now—“ cea said whispering to myu “girl shut up” myu said (they went inside the dorm as sunoo welcomed them inside) “woah it looks nice to the honest” cea said “i agree, i don’t mind living here but i heard you live with two other guys..?” myu asked “oh yes i do! wait i’ll go call them—“ sunoo exclaimed “okay, take your time!” dani said (sunoo came back with two other guys) “oh hey, welcome” one of the guys said quietly “oh hi! make yourself at home, i’m sorry for him he’s kinda annoyed right now” the other guy said excitedly and apologetically “whatever, i’m ni-ki by the way” ni-ki said “and i’m jake, nice to meet you three!” jake said “oh, uhm nice to meet you guys! i’m cea and thats myu—“ cea said but myu dragged her away from them for a second “uhm, excuse us for a second!” dani said and rushed to cea and myu “oh. my. god. did you see that guy!” myu exclaimed “girl which one.. and ain’t no way you dragged me here to tell me that” cea said “you DID not just drag US here to tell us that.” dani said shaking her head “oh shut up! i saw how u looked at that sunoo dude dani” myu said “okay so get to the point, whats up” cea said “girl have you seen HIM?? oh my god he looks unreal” myu said “okay yeah, you’re fucked” cea said “cea, me and dani know DAMN WELL that ni-ki dude is exactly your type. stop hiding it.” myu said “she has a point i mean, honestly what’s wrong with living here they’re all fi—“ dani said “okay, you know what let’s just go back!” cea said (they went back) “whatever was that little conversation for?—“ ni-ki said quickly getting cut off by jake who covered his mouth “excuse him” jake said smiling awkwardly “oh it’s okay, we just discussed about uhm.. if we’re gonna live here..?” dani said unsure about her excuse

cea and myu looking at eachother obviously nervous and flustered over the two guys and are DEFINITELY ready to talk about it later

“can we just get to the tour alreadyyy—“ cea said impatiently “yes of course! right this way” sunoo said (timeskip after the tour)

“so have you guys decided if you wanna move in orrrr?” sunoo said “yes, we will move in!” dani exclaimed “okay! when will you guys move in—“ sunoo asked “tomorrow! tomorrow we’ll move in” sunoo said cutting sunoo off “okay! thats good, you have my number right? just call me anytime” sunoo said “oh— yes of course!” dani said slightly flustered..

[lucy-dulap]

I have a long way to go until Abaddon, so let me just write smth for it.

Asmodeus was very aware that the child of his ex was wondering around hell. Not only that, but they were being followed by that elusive dragon that Lucifer seemed to gatekeep between the borders of his kingdom.

To say he was intrigued would be the understatemant of the century. He needed the two of them. Here, now, with him. Not even necesserly in a sexual way. He needed to see them, hear them, feel them. A need like this rarely showed itself in Asmodeus, especially after his wife's passing. His eyes were wide and he was practicly shivering with excitment.

"DANTALIAN!" he roared and the younger devil ran upstairs, subconciously knowing that something important must have happened for his father to raise his voice over his usual whisper. Before he could even speak, Asmodeus ripped his shirt and wrote down the name of the two on his skin.

"Lucy and Gamigin... wait Gamigin, I think I know that guy."

"I don't care. Seduce them and bring them here to me." The king stormed into his chambers, chains ratling as he walked.

Dantalian had spoken with Gamigin in the past and he knew that him and Lucy were dating and have been for a few months now. While Gamigin rarely posted on social media, that wasn't the case for the rest of hell. A celebrity like MC was bound to get stalked by many. It didn't take long before the young prince pin pointed Lucy's location to be a famous club Abyssos. The perfect place to strike, and it was close too!

Neither Lucy nor Gamigin liked the club. The music was too loud, everyone was wasted on the floor, people were humping eachother in the middle of the dance floor. Lucy was hidden behind a stack of clothing besides Gamigin, but once they sneezed, the whole club went silent.

"THE CHILD OF SOLOMON IS HERE!" Gamigin tried to protect Lucy from the crowd but it was too big for one person to fight off. Lucy was grabbed from all limbs and pulled in different directions. They started to hyperventilate and the devils pushed something into their mouth to calm them down. Gamigin was loud, but the crowd was louder and Lucy felt their thoughts becoming fuzzy. Everything seemed so far away and they could swear they could feel the skin stratching across their body.

In their intoxicated state, they saw Gamigin somewhere in the crowd and instictively walked towards him. "Gami... Gami, I'm gonna... feed the duckies..."

Gamigin dragged them to his chest and started caressing their hair. "There there, you'll be fine, it was just a bit of alcohol. You won't die from a glass of wine."

As on queue, Lucy puked on Gamigin's shirt, dranching it in vomit. Dantalian's disguise faltered for a second. Did the human just do what he thinks they did. He was disgusted by the display and puzzled regarding the tolerance of the poor being.

"I'll go... to the bathroom to grab something to wash this off." Dantalian whispered before running to a corner. An idea struck him and instead of cleaning himself, he just shapeshifted into Lucy and ran up to Gamigin.

"Love, I have suffered great misfortune. Can we please go outside so you may take care of me, great doctor Gamigin~?" He tried to say it in the most seductive way possible as he grabbed Gamigin's flat chest.

"What?! Are you ok? Seems like there's still alcohol in your system. Do you have to go outside? I have a water bottle ready just in case. Did anyone try to mate with you?" Gamigin was speaking loudly and swiftly, as he dragged the disguised Dantalian outside the club and into the strange alley way.

"Oh, doctor~ why don't you take off my dirty shirt? We can both strip eachother and have a full physical exam."

Gamigin.exe has stopped working. He pressed his free hand on Dantalian's forhead. "I think you have a fever."

"Of course, doctor! I'm in heat because of you~" Dantalian tried very hard to seduce Gamigin but only seemed to concern him more. The dragon looked left and right paniced. "I heard Furfur opened a clinic here in Abyssos, perhaps he could help us. Why are the streets of this country so complicated!" Gamigin took out his phone to try and find the clinic, but before he could press search the real Lucy got out of the bar.

If Gamigin was confused before, now he was uterly lost. Dantalian took of his disguise and growned. "For fuck's sake, just have sex!" The two lovers blushed but they kept staring puzzled at the other demon.

"His majesty Asmodeus sent me to take you to Abaddon." Dantalian gave up on being sneaky and just confested. "Oh, we are going there tonight! We already have the train tickets bought and ready." Now it was Dantalian's turn to be confused, but a smile creeped on his face.

"23 o'clock train, Abyssos-Abaddon 3 hour ride?"

Gamigin and Lucy nodded and Dantalian beamed.

"Me too! Let's go, friends, we wouldn't want to miss the train. I'll keep you in my bedroom during the ride. It's quite late so you might want to sleep."

With that, the three youngsters took the train to the horny jail of Hell, Abaddon.

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pt. II HERE SHE IS

chapter sixteen. silverstone build-up

female F1 Driver OC | Masterlist

Jolene starts off her home Grand Prix with a lot of opinions.

TW: Swearing, attempted assault, mentions of misogyny, death and violence.

a/n: split silverstone into two parts - some pretty rough stuff been my plan all along because it would happen this way sadly

5.7K Words | <- previous part

5th JULY 2023

T W I T T E R

amy @ wolfiewinsit Is this Wolfie's boyfriend? She's at an activist awards in London and walking the carpet with anti-knife crime charity founder and activist A.J Wallace who's receiving an award tonight

al <3 @ jolenessunglasses she's his date! why else would she be? - jess @ number42 he's an activist! that sounds like jolene - jolene's wife FR @ wolfwinning she's presenting his award - that's why they're walking the carpet together guys - mari @ newyorkgp your girlfriend presenting you the award sounds about right - lottie @ wolfcar42 they're both from Wolverhampton they probably grew up together - amy @ wolfiewinsit You can watch it on the awards website! * insert link *

lottie @ wolfcar42 this is awkward... if you watch Jolene's speech he is definitely NOT her boyfriend

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SAT AT AN AWARDS TABLE IN LONDON WAS JOLENE, PIPER AND AJ. They (Jolene and Aj) had walked the carpet and Aj's award was about to be presented to him. Jolene was holding her notebook with her speech written in whilst she mentally prepared for the speech. It was going to be quite a personal speech, but Aj had approved it at least. The presenter of the event announces Aj's award before giving Jolene her queue, "Here to present is Jolene W. Pond,"

Piper squeezes her hand comfortingly before Jolene makes her way onto the stage, notebook in hand. Even though she can walk in heels but she hopes she doesn't fall, they are the green ones Aiko gave her for her outfit (Manolo Blanik's, that Jolene is nervous about ruining), so she's not used to them.

Jolene makes it to the podium and places her notebook on the podium before speaking into the microphone. "When I was 15 my Mum and I were the victims of knife crime. The feeling of seeing my mum on that floor bleeding out will probably never leave me. And I know the loss I feel without her never will," she began, looking mostly at Piper when she looked around the room, "One late night trip for milk changed my life forever," she said before hitting home the theme of the evening, "Knife crime destroyed my world, as everything in my life changed that night. And I lost the most important part of it,"

"In that alley two boys, that's what they were boys, confronted my mum and I asking for money," Jolene explains the story of that night, "They were desperate, scared, you're not driven to that without fear," she insisted, "My mum and I had none. One boy grew angry and stabbed my mum, pulling the knife out with him and dropping it on the floor. He pressured the boy to stab me too, in my lower left abdomen," she pointed at where her scar lived under her clothes, "They ran, and the knife still inside me I ran to the payphone, my mothers blood on my hands," she says, managing to push down her emotions.

"The boy who stabbed me didn't want to," she says, catching Aj's eye. Sharing knowing smiles, "He turned himself in and wrote me a letter," she explains, "He was sorry and he was scared," she looks around the room, that letter had been in her possession for a while before she read it, "I read that letter in New York, my life apart, after being urged by my new therapist. I felt very alone in that country so I wrote him back," she shrugs.

"He put in the work, and I forgave him, the boy who stabbed me. Let's call him A," she says, it was just to make it easier, "It would take to long to show you how but in some ways A was able to because someone was kind, because he was kind and I like to think I was," she says, "It's not the same with the boy who stabbed my mum, because he didn't clean the knife she got an infection and died," she remarks, she doesn't know if she can ever forgive him, properly, "So if you're ever going to do knife crime please clean your knives," she jokes, laughing lightly and getting some in return.

"Sadly, I may never be able to show him kindness but I hope someone else does," Jolene comments, seriously, "So he can show it to others,"

"2012 was the worst year of my life," Jolene declares, "I had to do my GCSEs and my mum died," she lists, "2017 came pretty close though, my girlfriend died, unrelated to knife crime that's a story for my anti-drunk driving award presentation," she jokes, "But A comforted me through it," she returns, "A was there with just a letter. He was rehabilitated, in some ways in-spite of the system," 

"A parole hearing came up, and for the first time in 5 years I saw A in person," Jolene says, "I came back to the UK that summer and I testified for him. He hadn't asked me too, I don't know whether that makes me or him the better person," she jokes lightly looking at Aj as she says it, "But he released. He often talked about wanting to make sure other people didn't suffer like we did. So A did something about it,"

"That year Aj Wallace founded the charity we're awarding," Jolene brings it back to the topic, "Aj if it wasn't obvious is the boy who stabbed me. It's an unconventional friendship," Aj nods in agreement.

"Aj has put in the work, he has repented for his sins as the religious might say. And I guess I am too," she says, "There are so many lives that Aj has improved, including mine. When I moved back to the UK for my career he was there for me. He offered me counsel and helping his charity gave me a sense of purpose outside of my career," she explained, "It also helped my career because through it I met my performance coach, Tyrese Smith, who my life would not run without."

"Together Aj and I made each other better people," Jolene declares, "He continues to make people's lives better even today. And he invited me here to make his award about me," she jokes, "There are so many people he has helped. Standing here now, it almost feels worth it," she then comments, "Aj I love you, no one deserves this more than you," she finishes.

They give her the award to hand Aj as he steps onto stage. They hug and he kisses her cheek before taking centre stage, "Thank you, especially to you Jolene," he begins, "Your forgiveness is something I will always treasure," he smiles at Jolene before turning back the crowd and giving his acceptance speech.

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jwpond Thank you for having me Aj and asking for me to present your award - you deserve it! The effort you have put in to change the lives of so many young people affected by knife crime like we are is inspirational, I admire you. I am so glad you wrote that letter all those years ago.

What an inspirational night of the people working hard to make our world a better place. It was an honour to be among such a crowd.

thank you my dear Aiko and Swan Co. for my outfit, thank you for coming with me Piper.

And because everyone was so interested in my dating life on twitter (Piper showed me) boyfriend reveal on the last slide!

Tagged: ajwallace satoaiko swanco. pipermclean

danielricciardo You got me there for a second, genuinely did think you'd posted it

jwpond what are you talking about? kel the council man is my boyfriend  jwpond but yeah i would do that  jolenefan so daniel knows who it is 🤔 jwpond he's very familiar!

pipermclean you and aj are both amazing!

jwpond 💖💕💖💕

pipermclean also very serious post but YOU ARE SO SO HOT YOU LOOK SO GOOD

jwpond i put kel there to ruin it first - but THANK YOU SO ARE YOU

winningwolfie god she saw those tweets... we are so sorry wolfie 

jwpond tbh it could be worse aj's lovely - but never happening, not a great meet cute. i like that people thought i'd date an activist and i was his date so it makes more sense than other theories winningwolfie so sorry once again 💀

ajwallace Thank you for the award! You were a great date, thanks for all your support!

jwpond thank you for yours! you deserve your award very very much!

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JOLENE GETS BACK HOME FROM THE EVENT. She and Piper had gotten the train home directly from the event, they were still in their outfits just with a bag of their other clothes. They had also taken their makeup off on the train whilst they remembered. Jolene had made her instagram post on the train and was ready to fall into bed where she knew Daniel was. That was what kept her walking, even in her heels, through the apartment. Even though she could collapse on the sofa or even in Piper's bedroom.

She tries to get into the room as quietly as possible so as not to wake Daniel. However she sadly does wake him up. She doesn't know what did it; just that after she's put her bag next to the bed and is next to her wardrobe he's turning on the bedside lamp.

"Sorry for waking you," Jolene grimaces, seeing him rubbing his eyes.

"No it's okay, I like to see you," Daniel insists.

"I like to see you too," Jolene smiles, "The light does make this easier," she says, taking off her dress to place it on the assigned clothes chair.

"Great view," Daniel comments as he watches her, "Even better," he says as she crawls into bed with him. She slides up to fit into his arms and rests her head on his chest, "Are you okay? It can't have been an easy speech to give," he says once she's comfortable, rubbing her hand up and down her spine.

"I'm fine," she insists.

"Tell me if you change your mind," he says before joking, "So what's it like dating Kel the Councilman?"

Jolene laughs before saying something she'd been thinking about, "I think maybe when it's summer break keeping it a secret doesn't matter anymore,"

"Are you saying you want to announce it?" Daniel asks, happy to take her lead; it would affect her career more than his sadly.

"No, just not hide it," Jolene says, she looks up at him to check, "Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," Daniel nods smiling down at her before saying, "You're beautiful,"

Jolene smiles back and responds in kind, "You're beautiful," before he leans down to kiss her. Her leg his brought up to wrap around his waist as he rolls on top of her.

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6th JULY 2023

THREE NATIVE BRITS SIT ON THE COUCH. Before the British Grand Prix in the Drivers press conference Jolene sits with Alex and Lewis as well as Charles and Yuki. They talked about what it meant to be racing her, Jolene's first home Grand Prix, they asked how good it would be to win. She said how amazing it would be and they moved on. They opened up the floor to questions and they asked Lewis about the filming of the ridiculous F1 movie and Jolene resisted rolling her eyes at it, and no one asked her opinion so she saved it for later. 

"So, Wolfie, yesterday you spoke at an award show about knife crime. Why did that feel important to talk about this week?" Jolene was asked when the questions moved on.

"Well the award show was yesterday," Jolene says simply, that was why, before talking properly about knife crime, "But I do think it was important and I was helping present my friend Aj Wallace with an award, for his work preventing knife crime as well as supporting victims, including me," she points to herself as she speaks before saying, "Knife crime has changed many peoples lives in inconceivable ways and ultimately it happens because people are scared," Jolene explains before finishing with, "It is a big problem in this country but I would have presented that award whenever if possible,"

Another question came to Jolene, referring to a video someone had posted sharing their story about her that week, it had gone pretty viral, "Wolfie I'd like to ask about a story that came out on social media this week about you at the British Grand Prix in 2007 about you confronting some..."

"Racists yeah," Jolene interrupts, unsure what word she would use, "Sorry to remind you of this time Lewis," she says reaching a hand across to acknowledge how rough it might be to be reminded of it, "But sadly and also obviously there are pretty toxic and bigoted people involved in, and watching, this sport," Jolene says plainly, "I was 10 and I knew the shit they were saying was wrong," she says purposely, "I don't want to go into details because I don't really know what they were just that I was filled with erm..." she clicks her fingers as she searches for the word she wanted, "What's the word..." she says before saying, "Righteous," after finding it and repeating her point, "I was filled with the righteous anger of a 10 year old girl, so I tried to do something about it," she says before shrugging, "It's kind of that simple,"

"And you gave their tickets away?" the interviewer questions, the person who had made the video received that ticket.

"The black family deserved to see Lewis race more than me," Jolene shrugged, "It was more important to them in that moment I think,"

"I didn't know about that," Lewis says.

"Why would you?" Jolene responds shrugging again, why would she need to tell him? She changed the subject, "Any other questions?"

"I didn't know about that," Lewis tells her as they walk down the hallway away from the press conference.

"Why should you?" Jolene says, it wasn't his burden, "What would be the point in telling you?"

"You deserved those tickets," Lewis tells her.

"They needed it," Jolene shrugs, "And anyway, now we share the track," she tells him, patting him on the shoulder.

"Were you really 10 in 2007?" Lewis asks, thinking of how old he was then and how old she is now.

"Does it make you feel any better to hear that I turned 11 later that year?" Jolene attempts.

"Just a bit," Lewis laughs.

Later there's a Sky event on the pit straight. "Welcome to Jolene W. Pond, the hometown girl," they say and Jolene walks out to a bigger cheer than she expected.

"That's a big cheer," Martin Brundle comments.

"Unexpected," Jolene says into the mic she'd been handed on her way in, "Thank you," she tells the crowd, "It's good to be at a home Grand Prix,"

"Home indeed, your team's factory is here and neither is your house, isn't far is it?" Martin asks.

"My flat, me and Piper live in a flat," Jolene is pedantic, "I do not have time for more than that,"

"Understandable," Natalie responds before asking, "Now you won here in W Series, do you think you can do it again?"

"I'd love to but there's no guarantee," Jolene responds, purposely not outright saying she will win. Even though she is confident she would she's just not going to announce that to the press, "I'm aiming for it and I'm good enough too, but it'll be good to race here either way,"

"Jolene, those jeans, I've gotta ask," Naomi asks, pointing to the painted jeans she had been wearing for media day. 

"Right, my childhood best friend, Sato Aiko, made these for me," Jolene explains, "On them are the best British things, such as an Aston Martin race car," she leans down to point to point at it before straightening bait and lifting her jacket to give them a better view, "There's lots of stuff she painted on here, some by request others less so..."

"Is that a Wolves logo?" Martin asks, spotting the football logo.

"Yes, we are from Wolverhampton, last I heard it wasn't going so well for them," Jolene says, she doesn't keep up to date with it,  "A bit better for Everton which was my mums team," she then says, thinking of her mums football love, "But yeah, there's a British plug, the best in the world, fish and chips, a Yorkshire pudding, red phone box..." she begins to list,  "Pop culture wise there's a Tardis, Jane Austen references, the Beatles and the Rolling Stones,"

"Importantly there's the NHS logo," Jolene points to it, "'Cause the NHS is amazing and this country needs it. It's a wonderful service that is essential. And you know don't vote for the Tories," she launches into her complaints, she wasn't planning on but also she wasn't not planning on, "Fund the NHS guys. Are we getting that defunct Covid contract money back? Because the NHS needs it and we should..." 

"Thank you Jolene," Martin stops her.

"What's that one?" Naomi asks, pointing to the patch, not really caring that it might be the queen and they're definitely friends to some extent.

"Sex Pistols, God Save the Queen," Jolene answers, "Because why do we have a monarchy? Why?" Jolene begins to rant on purpose this time, "What are they doing to help regular people?"

"Thank you, Jolene," Martin interrupts once more, he points further away to the tires, "Time to roll your tires,"

"I know what you're doing," Jolene shakes a finger at them before walking over to the tires, "Hello Crofty, is this like cheese rolling?"

"Have you done that before?" Crofty asks.

"No," Jolene says, before commenting, "Less hills in this,"

Jolene gets the tire pretty close to the line, but she's not really trying in this instance.

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JOLENE SITS IN THE DRIVERS BRIEFING. She was so mad that the strange and bizarre F1 movie was happening, it made no sense to her. And even less sense she was gonna have to drive around the track at the same time as Brad Pitt? It was absolute nonsense to Jolene, she did not get it at all. She disliked Brad Pitt for other reasons relating to stories she'd heard about his treatment of his wife and kids, now she hated him more. It was a shame because he had been in some good films, but not really since the last Oceans film came out (at least for Jolene).

Jolene thought it was so unsafe and a spit in the face, especially after Dilano van't Hoff died less than a week ago. It made it even worse. She loved Lewis but his involvement kind of makes her lose some respect for him, luckily she has a lot.

They ask if anyone has any questions and Jolene says, "I have something to ask," she sits with her arms folded.

Brad Pitt responds with a, "Yes, Jolene," anticipating her question to be a nicer one. He does not know her at all.

"What makes you feel so entitled that you're allowed to drive a car?" Jolene comes out the gate swinging, "What have you done that means you get too? People work their whole lives, train their whole lives for this and they still don't get here but you, you just get too? Why? 'Cause you're a Hollywood actor?" she finishes mockingly and pointing at him with the 'you's.

Lewis attempts to defend himself, "It adds to the film's authenticity..."

Jolene doesn't let him, "Yeah I know, get the stunt guy to do it, or a reserve driver maybe stick Mick in there," she waves him off, "I know how films work, Lewis. I've done stunt driving in films and TV, my backup plan was to make a career of it. I was in a film," she says, to prove she knows how it all works.

Lando asks, "You were in a film?"

"Yeah, Piper's dad's an actor. Long story," Jolene waves it off, that's not her point at all.

"Tristan Mclean, great guy," Lance comments.

The conversation is getting off track as Brad says, "Tristan, I know him,"

Jolene groans, "Not the point,"

"What is the point?" Brad asks, clearly annoyed by her questioning, he definitely thought they'd all be in awe, "That it's not fair?" he asks, trying to get a dig in.

Jolene scoffs, "No I wasn't done, the point is. How is this safe? How?" she implores them for an answer, "It hasn't even been a week since Dilano van't Hoff died. Not even a week," she repeats and people around the room start to realise as she continues, "In the European Formula. He was eighteen, he was young, he was in a better position to drive than you. He was dedicating his life to it. You've just dedicated the sixty years of your life to pretending to be tough on a screen," she jabs, "I get it Tom Cruise has been doing his own stunts or whatever, you shouldn't listen to him he's a scientologist. Sure, in Top Gun they stuck them in real planes but at least Tom Cruise has a pilot licence though they still shouldn't have done that," she says before returning too, "You are not trained, it's not safe. It's not just your life that's at risk, it's ours and it's the marshalls too. For what?" she shrugs looking around, "So you can swing your dick around about you driving a Formula One car. Get over yourself. And think about the lives you're putting at risk." she scolds before leaning back in her chair, folding her arms again.

The only defense Brad can come up with is, "It's a modified Formula Two car,"

Jolene scoffs with disdain again, "And? Junior Formulas is where the most crashes happen,"

Jolene looks to the person leading the session and asks, "Are we done? Like can I leave?"

He nods, "Yeah you can go,"

"Sick," Jolene stands up looking at Brad Pitt one more time (and hopefully the last time), "Stop being selfish," she insists, "And never get on the same plane as me," she finishes, letting him know she knows who he is, before leaving the room.

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7th JULY 2023

BEFORE PRACTISE JOLENE SITS WITH CHANNEL 4. Steve Jones sits across from her ready to interview her. Jolene likes Steve so she's happy to do it even though it's not media day anymore. Jolene shakes Steve's hands before they sit down across from each other in the Aston Martin hospitality building. The camera's start rolling and the interview begins, "The British Grand Prix, your first home Formula 1 Grand Prix, must be exciting," the Welshman asks.

"Very exciting," Jolene agrees with Steve, "You know it's good to race at home, I can sleep in my own bed," she says.

"That's always good, that's the other guys in Monaco," Steve comments.

Jolene laughs, "Never gonna be me I assure you,"

"Are you always going to live in England then?" Steve asks.

"I'm not English so no," Jolene says, she doesn't feel English and even before Daniel she wasn't gonna stay in England.

"You're just British?" Steve clarifies.

"I may sound like this but I don't feel English," Jolene says, knowing she has an English accent but her regional one, "I'm from the Black Country before I'm English," she clarifies, she does feel like she's from there, "My mum was half Welsh and half Irish but she was a Scouser so she was British," she shrugs.

"Naturally," Steve agrees, "Do you feel a strong connection to Wales and Ireland then?"

"In my heart we are connected but I don't think I can say I'm Welsh or Irish sadly," Jolene says, putting a hand to her heart before dropping it and saying, "If it wasn't so far from the factory I'd love to live in Wales,"

"Well I'm Welsh, so to me you're Welsh," Steve compliments her.

"Thank you, that means a lot," Jolene says, genuinely touched, "Sorry I should say Diolch," she says 'thank you' in Welsh, one of the few words she knows.

"A chroeso," Steve responds in Welsh before saying, "That was very good,"

"Thank you I don't really know much else sadly," Jolene responds.

"You know more than most," Steve says before moving on, "So we're filming this on Friday morning and there's stories about your dislike of this film Brad Pitt is making..."

"Yeah, very true," Jolene interrupts, "My main objection, there's lots of them, is safety," she clarifies.

"Safety?" Steve confirms, "Is it the driving on track with you you have a problem with? Do you not trust it?"

"I don't trust who's driving the car," Jolene says simply, "To be honest I have a very low opinion of the guy from what I've heard but I also don't think he has the racing skills and it's unsafe to put him the car," she admits, glancing at Piper who seems unfased.

"Is there any actor who you would be comfortable being in that car?" Steve asks.

"None of them have driven F1 cars let's be clear, the closest we have was Rush which was very well done," Jolene explains, a very different situation, "However if you want an actor with a racing background there's Micheal Fassbender and Patrick Dempsey who have raced in Le Man, but those are different cars," she explains, "It would be easier to trust them,"

"Ultimately you don't trust Brad Pitt in the car," Steve clarifies.

"I don't trust him with our safety," Jolene specifies, "I don't trust him with my safety let alone Alex's safety,"

"Why Alex's?" Steve inquires, curious why she named him.

"He's who I'm closest to on the grid, he's someone I really care about and I don't trust this film anywhere near him," she explains.

"So your main objection is ultimately safety," Steve sums up, "Thats understandable and respectable,"

"It's also fucking stupid," Jolene says, comfortable enough to be honest.

"Really?" Steve asks, amused.

"I don't know much but it seems so dumb and there's little to no sense to be made," Jolene says, she does not get the film, "It's no Ted Lasso,"

"I don't think that's what it's going for," Steve says.

"Should be," Jolene insists, "Brilliant show, actually makes me care about football,"

"Not a football fan?" Steve asks, taking the opportunity to learn more about Jolene whilst following her train of thought. Steve is a good interviewer, he allows it to be a conversation.

"Not a mens football fan," Jolene clarifies, "I don't follow the women's that closely but I'm going to the Women's World Cup. I'm a big ice hockey fan and I like cycling too,"

"Cycling?" Steve is surprised.

"The only one I properly follow is the Tour de France," Jolene says, she follows the rest of it less intensely, "Kind of because my mum watched it. But I love Mark Cavendish, he's an inspiration for sure,"

"Really?" Steve prompts her to say more.

"Yeah, he's knows what he's good at and he kind of only goes for it if he knows he's gonna win," Jolene explains, "Its smart,"

He follows up with, "Do you do that?" 

"Yeah, sometimes," Jolene nods, she tries to,"But I know when I'm gonna win, mostly,"

"Are you gonna win this weekend?" Steve asks the important question.

"I'm gonna go for it," Jolene half smirks.

Steve knows what she means, "I'll place my bets,"

Jolene laughs, "Are you allowed to do that?"

"You're a fellow country man," Steve justifies.

Jolene laughs then says, "Diolch,"

"So we're gonna move to some simpler questions," Steve says, the conversation had hit a lull, "I'll keep it light. I just feel that for someone so successful we don't know as much about you as we could. We all know your tragic backstory, just not you. It's looking good so far but I'd like to learn more,"

"Okay..." Jolene says, unconvinced.

"So let's start off simple. Tea or coffee?" Steve asks.

"Coffee," Jolene answered quickly.

"Interesting, how do you take your coffee?"

"Black, with sugar, preferably brown sugar," Jolene explains.

"Interesting, no milk?" Steve pries, "Any reason why?" he doesn't realise that this is one of Jolene's classic motivations that under the surface are quite sad.

Jolene gives him a look to say 'it's gonna be sad' with her briefly raised brows before stopping and saying, "So I don't have to buy milk in the middle of the night when I've ran out,"

"Oh... because of your..." Steve starts to realise.

"Mum yeah," she confirms, "I've stumped you already,"

"We can come back," Steve insists. "Next question, favourite colour?"

"Tough... on-brand would be green," Jolene thinks on it.

"For Aston Martin,"

"Yes," she nods, "I think it might be yellow," she decides, "Like a light yellow,"

"Nice,"

"Big blue fan too," she adds.

"Everyone's a blue fan," Steve says, like it was an obvious answer.

"Even if they say they're not they are," Jolene says, making it a plan of Seb's classic quote about Ferrari fans.

"I see what you did there," Steve gets her reference, "Favourite TV Show?"

"Ah there's so many," Jolene struggles to come up with one she watches so many, "I'm gonna go with Death in Paradise,"

"My parents watch that show," Steve comments.

"Not surprising," Jolene laughs, "I rewatch the early seasons often, and force other people to watch it too,"

"Favourite film?"

"Pride and Prejudice 2005," she says quickly.

"Classic," Steve nods, "Not a racing movie?"

"I don't really like racing movies, other than Rush, it's not the same," she shrugs, they rarely appeal to her.

"And you actually do it so you don't need to watch it in a film," Steve adds for her.

"Exactly," she agrees.

"One last question, favourite British thing?" Steve asks, "You've got some ideas on those jeans of yours," he points to the painted jeans she was wearing again.

"The great British plug of course," Jolene answers, "Makes me very patriotic,"

"Me too," Steve agrees, "Thank you it was great talking to you,"

"You too," Jolene nods.

-

JUST AFTER FREE PRACTISE PIPER SITS IN ASTON MARTIN HOSPITALITY. Piper is staring at her laptop, a hand in hair. She's clearly stressed about whatever she's looking at on the laptop. Piper groans as she scrolls on the laptop screen. Rachel notices Jolene is in a discussion in the garage with engineers, Aiko is with Zoe who's at Mercedes with Mick and Tyrese is doing his job somewhere else. Rachel walks over to her friend and asks, "Are you okay, Piper?"

Piper looks up, reminded it's just her laptop for a second, "Yeah, fine," she insists.

"You don't look it," Rachel insists, sitting down at the table with her.

"Some men are saying pretty fucked up shit about Jolene online," Piper sighs, looking back at the hate spread across social media. It's incredibly messed up, "I'm not going to show her but its horrible to read such stuff about anyone let alone her," Piper knows Jolene would insist she could handle it but she probably couldn't and Piper's not going to let her. Piper is so glad Jolene spends her time on the internet trawling Tumblr posts about TV shows and movies instead.

"Let me look," Rachel insists.

"Rachel..." Piper tries to say, tries to resist.

"So you're not facing it alone," Rachel reasons, to share the burden.

"It's been getting worse," Piper says turning the laptop towards her, "Jolene knows its getting worse, that they're bitter, but it's hard to watch," she says, "She insists there's nothing we can do,"

"Can't the team or the FIA?" Rachel asks, wincing at some of the things written on the screen.

"Why do we have to ask them too?" Piper asked frustrated, "Why are they not already?" the FIA should have done something already, "Anyway you know Jolene is not expecting them to save her,"

"Jolene never expects anyone too," Rachel comments, "I don't think she'd know how to be," she turns the laptop back to Piper.

"Me neither," Piper says sadly, "I've got some reporting to do I think," she says looking at the screen.

"Definitely," Rachel agrees, "We should warn someone, or get her a security guard," she suggests, knowing Jolene would be resistant, "I know she could handle it..."

"But she shouldn't have to," Piper finishes for her, "If nothing else I'll talk to Tyrese about it," she says.

"Also, what does the FIA mean by obligation to complete some work of public interest?" Rachel asks, thinking about the fine Jolene said for her talk about the Tories (and the Royals) yesterday.

"No idea, I just hope they don't make her do stuff with that horrible film," Piper comments, starting to report lots of the posts (taking evidence screenshots and notes as she does so).

"Ehh yeah me too," Rachel nods, Jolene would not like that.

-

8th JULY 2023

IT WAS JUST BEFORE QUALIFYING FOR THE BRITISH GRAND PRIX. Jolene had been on her way to the garage when she encountered some fans. Specifically she encountered a little girl dressed as her. It almost made her emotional, but she held it together. She talked with the little girl and her family, the time getting away from her especially because Tyrese was waiting for her in the garage, as were the rest of her friends.

Jolene realises the time, "Sorry I've gotta go,"

"No problem, thank you for talking to us," the girl's mum says.

"No problem," Jolene waves her off, "It was lovely to talk to you Amy," she tells the little girl, "I hope to see you on the track soon,"

The girl smiles and giggles as Jolene smiles at her and says goodbye. It's clear, even to Jolene, that she's made her day.

Jolene feels pretty good about herself making her way to the garage. She had a perfected Qualifying strategy. She had felt good in the car this morning. Jolene was quickly making her way past a gap between paddock buildings, just focusing on making it to the garage on time.

She doesn't notice him till it's too late. The man grabs her and pulls her into the dark alley. Jolene knows his aim.

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next part ->

[siodium]

FIRST EVER TRIP TO JB YEY (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ ｡*ﾟ+

the logistics of this trip were kinda sus, but i was just so excited to be invited on this trip to a place i've never been before so i didn't rly think much of anything else HAHAH. everything went smoothly though~

day one

took the bus in from kranji mrt station. we managed to clear the customs and enter jb just before 10 am (!! a pleasant surprise bc i always hear about scary traffic jams and custom queues).

started the trip with brunch at palates & bagels by T.A.M. i got the shiro (tempura fish with wasabi mayo) bagel with sesame bun, and the yuzu sour plum drink. the wasabi mayo wasn't spicy at all, and that's coming from someone who has zero spice tolerance.

the cafe also sold baked pastries and cakes?? i really wanted to try but i didn't want to overload my stomach that early in the day.

after filling our stomachs, we headed over to nine% hair studio for some hair pampering!! while looking up recommendations, i came across someone's review of this salon, and even though they rated the experience as 'mediocre', i was sOLD when i saw how nice their haircut turned out?? it was such a pretty and fluffy hush cut (the hairstyle i was aiming for)!! the aunties at my neighbourhood salon could never!!!

i got a haircut, a dye (just for covering greys bc i didn't want to bleach), and a moisturing treatment for around $300~ the haircut didn't turn out exactly as i'd wanted, but maybe it was bc my hair wasn't long enough?? the layers were layering though, and i became kind of like a jellyfish HAHA. it's still cute so all's good. my hair was also super soft after the treatment ( ˶°ㅁ��) !! i wasn't expecting it to go from crispy hay to boiled vermicelli noodles that quickly. the service was not bad too. we were the only two customers there, so we pretty much got the vip treatment.

also!!! i've never gotten anything other than a cut at a salon before, so this was a brand new ✨experience✨ for me.

unfortunately, it started to drizzle almost immediately after we left the salon. the humidity killed the styling in my hair, so i became a soggy jellyfish. ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

next stop was to get a massage somewhere in the KSL city mall~ we walked around for quite a bit and eventually settled on thong thai. the reviews (i looked them up hastily) seemed ok?? it was on the pricier side but that meant it was less likely to be sketchy?? idk. i opted for the aromatherapy full body massage, which was basically the usual full-body thai massage, except i gotta strip down and get oiled up LMAO. luwi and alfur tried that in bangkok, and their reviews got me curious so i had to give it a go myself.

it was fine actually??? very professional. i forgot that i couldn't rly clean off the oil afterwards, so the feeling of oil on my clothes was........ not the most pleasant.

when the rain subsided, it was time for dinner!!! we explored the KSL night market that opened only on mondays!! grabbed a bunch of street food to try~ it was difficult deciding what to get bc our stomachs had limited capacity, and everything looked so tasty??

we brought whatever we couldn't finish on the spot back to the hotel for our street food dinner feast~

after dinner, we went to check out the cafe (space cafe) on the first floor of the hotel we stayed at. i couldn't eat anymore at that point, so we could only try the drinks.

didn't check if it was a halal establishment, but i tasted zero alcohol in that mojito LOL. looked pretty though.

we relaxed for a bit back in the hotel, and then i decided........ it was time to check out the hotel's infinity pool. i insisted on taking a swim even though i was hit by a sudden chill in the room??? not sure what happened there but it felt like my homeostatic mechanisms just glitched or something. didn't help that it had just rained, which meant that the nighttime air was gonna be colder than usual.

anyway, i refused to budge on the idea despite the fact that i was shivering uncontrollably all the way to the pool. luckily for me, the pool was hEATED!! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) when i went in, i didn't want to get out. koko didn't swim with me though. he was just chilling on the poolside chairs. no fun!! (��.ㅎ)

had da cheng lok lok 大成渌渌 takeaway for supper!!! it was something i rly wanted to try!! and it did not disappoint. the spice levels were beyond my capabilities (not me coughing like an ipad kid with every bite), but the seafoods were so good omg. aND THEY WERE HUGE??? i'm now a loklok fan. i wanna try the non-spicy version next time though.

day two

breakfast buffet at the hotel~ tried not to overeat so my stomach would survive the rest of the day.

went to the midvalley mall for the relatively new impulse gaming flagship store!! we were greeted by shelves of blind boxes upon entering the store. the temptation to gamble was too great, and i walked out with two boxes of blind shinwoo plush keychains........... at least one of the boxes (the heavier one that koko picked) gave me the one i wanted (hot sauce!!).

found a gengar model kit with swappable face parts and articulated joints at the same store!! i wanted it so bad but koko said i could get it cheaper elsewhere so i didn't buy it. :/

we spent a bit too much time exploring the mall, so our lunch was quite late. we originally planned to have lunch at keijometo, a cafe that was trending for its industrial aesthetics. however, the long queue and possibly 3 hour ++ wait time put us off. so, we hopped onto a cab to find lunch near the bagel place that we went to on the first day.

there was a cafe there called the replacement, and idk who hurt it, but it was hilariously appropriate given the situation.

got the irreplaceable pasta, which was a tomato-based pasta with tiger prawns. i wasn't expecting this unassuming sauce to be so spicy?? i did my best to finish everything aaa.

we also got a sour cream and onion cromboloni to share~ yums.

before heading back to sg, we did some last-minute snacks and clothes shopping at city square mall~ then we took the train back and it was so speedy!! like a 5-mins bullet train ride.

[asp1990]

Day 16: Wednesday January 15th, 2025 [Transit to Osaka]

Breakfast: chicken & veg hot pot, egg & rice

Lunch: Kinosaki cheeseburger & fries

Dinner: 2.5cm pork katsu with egg rice

Steps: 10,002

We woke up for our pre-booked 8:45am breakfast in Kinosaki today. We wore our yukatas down to the restaurant and were surprised by the very generous meals we were served. Morgan had fish and I had chicken with a selection of pickled veg, salad, egg and rice. It was very savoury and a good way to start the day, but definitely too much food.

We planned to have one more bath before checking out at 11am, but when we went downstairs again the baths were closed for cleaning. Morgan said he was going to be brave and try one of the public baths! He was very nervous but wanted the experience. He went out for an hour and I stayed in our room and read. He returned very pleased with himself and that the biggest challenge was how to open the door to the bathroom haha.

We checked out at 11am and it was what our weather app called a “wintery mix” it was snowing but also raining at the rain time which made it miserable instead of picturesque. Our sever had taken a photo of us at dinner the night before and we were given a framed copy of it and a handwritten letter on our departure. So cute! We said goodbye and walked to the station with our tiny umbrellas. We popped our bags in a coin locker for 2 hours so we could walk around the town without everything getting wet. We bought some matching chopsticks and then had lunch in a burger shop. The burgers were surprisingly nice for non-Japanese food in Japan.

At 1.25pm we boarded our train and had a three hour trip to Osaka. Our final stop for our Japan adventure. The train rides had been flying by so far, but this one felt a bit tedious. I read a big chunk of my book and listened to music. The snow was falling for the whole trip and it was lovely to see the countryside covered in white. We arrived in Osaka at 4:30pm and navigated our way through to our connecting train our to Shinsaibashi.

Our last hotel, Bespoke Hotel Shinsaibashi, looked very flash from the outside! Our luggage had arrived safely from 7/11 the day before and check in was very simple. Our room was on the 7th floor and while it was lovely, it was tinier than our Tokyo accom. We had to negotiate our luggage, with a lack of storage options. Morgan took everything out of his suitcase and mine fit under the TV.

We walked towards Dontoburi for dinner. I’d seen a pork katsu place online that I was excited to try and we only had to queue for 30 minutes before seats were available. It was a tiny, 12-seat restaurant called Chiyomatsu Osaka, that appeared to be family owned. The dad did the cleaning, mum ran the show, the son did the cooking and the daughter organised customer orders in the queue. The only thing on the menu is pork katsu with egg rice but you can have a 2.5cm or super chunky 5cm cutlet. The mega was sold out, so we settled on the 2.5cm that was more than enough! The egg was delicious, the katsu crumb was crunchy and the serving size very generous. Two meals and two beers cost us ¥4040.

After dinner we walked through Dontoburi, famous for a canal running through the middle of giant restaurants and iconic light-up billboards. We saw the giant crab, the angry chef, the Asahi sign, the Glico sign and the Don Quijote Ferris wheel. We got photos of each and decided to ride the Ferris wheel for ¥1000 each. I thought I’d be fine, but it went SO much higher than I’d thought and I got a bit nervous. Morgan loved it though. The ride lasted for 15 minutes and I felt ok after we were on our way back down to the ground.

We decided to do one final Donki shop and it was an absolute circus. It was mega crowded, we kept getting jostled or separated and it was impossible to get to things I wanted. We finally had a basket full of gifts and items that we bought tax-free and got out of the madness. By the time we got out shops were starting to close and it was very cold on our faces. We looked in a few silly shops before heading back to our room. We have a lot to fit into our final 3 days, so we will absolutely need our beauty sleep.

[nsfwitchy2]

@mechagrrl No no that is so fair and honestly thank you for sharing your perspective, because I do really appreciate it. Because like, you’re not wrong. I am very much white, I live a… not exactly middle class but not exactly poor lifestyle. I do wanna fully acknowledge my privilege here in that I HAVE seen change coming from Biden, change that yeah I’m sure a lot of other people - specifically POC and people living in poverty have not seen. You’re also not wrong about Biden and Trump just sort of being pawns in a bigger game between parties bigger than the both of them, or even about the electoral college.

Like. Yeah man. The US government and its politics are fucked - and I understand why people would wanna give up or throw away their vote. I understand why people are angry. I understand the criticisms.

And I don’t really wanna say “Oh just put it aside” because people have every right to criticize their politicians. Although I won’t lie I do become a little worried when I see people criticize Biden - not because I don’t think he deserves it but because the internet is real good at creating slippery slopes where a criticism becomes “this person is bad and evil” and I think that’s dangerous as fuck.

I’ll be honest the way I see voting is like… ok. When that cat bit my arm, right? The first thing we did was clean the fuck out of the wound. It hurt like hell, it gave me the adrenaline rush of a lifetime - I had to literally sit down on the filthy salon floor to keep from passing out. Then I had to wait hours in urgent care. Then I had to go to multiple doctor visits, before being sent to wait hours in the ER. I was miserable, I had a miserable first night there where I sat in the hall and just mentally shattered while my mom was sick with COVID trying desperately to keep it together. I stayed there for four days - and even after that I had to take two huge pills, one twice a day and one three times a day. I had to wear a brace where I couldn’t move my right hand. I had to rub weird creams on it and wrap it and monitor it. It was shitty, and slow, and it sucked - but my arm got better. Eventually.

And choosing to not vote is just like… if I had chosen to just cut my arm off instead. Because I was sick of all the shitty parts that went into making it better. Nobody would blame me for being sick of the shitty parts - but choosing to cut my own arm off would just create even more and even worse problems for me.

The worst, the truly shittiest, part of US politics. Is how god damn fucking slow everything moves. There’s a post in my queue right now about good things happening in American politics - and they almost all have things tacked on like “in a decade” and “by 2025+”. I’m not surprised shit has gotten worse for people, I’ve seen the news. And I wish I could do more to help and to give everyone some sense of hope. I wish there was something magical I could say that would inspire everyone to like, rise up and fix everything. But I can’t.

I can say though, that right now we are in a rock and a hard place situation where our options are Guy Who Is Trying™️ and Guy Who Is Trying To Kill Us All™️. And if we keep voting for the guys who are making at least half an effort to make the world better, eventually the situation won’t be so dire. And then eventually we will have better options being presented to us. We will be able to pick and choose again without having to fear for our lives and the lives of our loved ones.

But first - we have to clean the wound and take the antibiotics and wear the brace and the IV and sit in the hallway and cry for a few hours.

I am very tired and very nauseous so idk if I will word this the way I want to but like,,,,

It’s real. Weird. To me how many people will reblog posts about supporting all queer people and supporting all trans people, and then talk about how they don’t wanna vote because Biden has done this or that terrible thing.

Like…. Idk man. If you can’t put aside your personal morals for .5 seconds to make sure a dictator isn’t put in charge of the country, I actually do question how much you care about your fellow man.

There are tons of people in this world I do not like, or I do not agree with. I think republican women and republican gays are the dumbest motherfuckers on this planet - but if I found myself in a position where I could choose to help one of them, or let them suffer - I would still choose to help them because that’s my fellow man. That’s another human being. I would be willing to put aside my personal feelings on this persons morals and ethics to acknowledge they are a person who needs saving.

And if you can’t put aside your personal morals and ethics for a fraction of a second to acknowledge that, at the end of the day, our options are a guy who wants to kill all minorities or a guy who could be doing better but isn’t actively trying to kill everyone - I genuinely question how much solidarity you have to your fellow humans. I don’t think you’re performing activism anymore, I think you’re angry and you don’t care who you hurt with that anger. You’d rather give up than acknowledge the world has gray areas and sometimes doing the right thing is uncomfortable and makes you feel icky inside.

[euovennia]

Okay hi hello I’ve just binged your platonic Simon x reader headcannons and as an aspec person I am absolutely EATING THIS SHIT UP - Simon deserves someone to lean on and seeing him be vulnerable and care for someone like that and who will do the same for him makes my heart melt.

however, I am also a hopeless romantic and an absolute sucker for pain and the thought of Ghost catching feelings and being completely unaware of them because he’s barely used to having a friend let alone a crush; only realising after y/n does something he’d usually find stupid only to find himself completely smitten over it and him just going “oh. oh nO” and queue the internal turmoil because he has no idea what tf to do with himself and god forbid if y/n actually likes him back-

This has been plaguing me all morning and I cannot act right so I had to share it :,)

this can be a read as part of the bff ghost series i have going on, but i see it more as a "what if" kinda thing bc i strongly believe this man just needs a good friend. thank you for requesting, and as always, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: nothing comes to mind, but lmk if you see something that needs to be added and i'll do it asap!

summary: ghost panics when he realizes he likes you just a little too much.

anon you're so smart for this because i genuinely feel like friends to lovers is the the easiest way for simon to fall in love

like there's already a deep, established trust there (in terms of being on the battlefield)

i mean obviously because if there wasn't you wouldn't even be on the team in the first place

but the trust he places in you on the field paired with the trust he has in you off the field?

i think it's safe to say that while this man doesn't realize it yet, he's already a goner

the meals you share, the low-budget hollywood action films you hate watch, and the unbelievable amount of patience he has for your shenanigans

basically, you two have become two peas in a pod (despite him not wanting to be in the pod in the first place but who cares he's your friend and that's all that matters)

and i genuinely believe of he were to start falling for one of his friends (aka you) it would be a very slow process, one that neither of you realize is even taking place

it would be the little things like you willingly making making the same dish two days in a row for your little meal times because he just likes it that much

maybe even leaning your head on his shoulder while you two watch those bad action films because, deep down, he loves knowing you trust him enough to feel so comfortable with him (bonus points if you end up falling asleep)

ordering him his favorite brand of loose leaf tea that he can never seem to find anywhere on store shelves

god forbid you memorize the way he prepares his tea and randomly show up with a steaming mug of it at random times of the day

as i said before, it's the little things that do it for him

but imagine doing all of those things on the. same. day.

like

you know he woke up extra early to help price take care of some paperwork and while he's doing that you stroll in a mug of tea

then later on when you see him for lunch he finds you made two plates of bangers and mash (sausages and mashed potatoes, it's a british thing apparently) despite having it the day before and when he asks why you just say something like, "yesterday you said you wished you could have more, figured i'd make more"

then later in the evening when everyone's retired to their rooms, you walk into his with the all too familiar box of loose-leaf tea in your hands along with a blanket

you just kinda set the box on the bedside table before dragging him to sit on the floor in front of the tv the two of you snuck into his room one night after price banned them after soap broke his and he was the one who had to clean up the mess

he totally saw you two sneak it in but never bothered to say anything because he trusts you

anyway

you flick on the tv and put on the third installment of that god awful 'sharknado' movie series you two had found out was a thing not too long ago

and all is well

until you lay your head on his shoulder and grab onto his arm as you look over his tattoos

he'll probably give you a little glance before turning his attention back to the movie, it's not uncommon for you to do things like this

but then he'll feel something cold press up against his skin and he'll look down again just to see you holding a colored marker and scribbling inside the lines of his tattoo

and as much as he wants to pull away and throw that marker to the other end of the room

he just can't bring himself to do it

not when you're pressed up against his side with your hands cradling his arm as if he was worthy of such care in the first place

obviously this night wouldn't be complete without you falling asleep against his shoulder, so that's exactly what you do

he lays you to sleep on his bed while he makes himself cozy on the floor :)

anyway cue him getting up early for his morning shower and the complete and utter shock that hits him like a truck when the marker you used the night prior to color in his tattoos doesn't wash off

he makes a bee line for his room and immediately picks up the marker you used only to find out it's sharpie

and while he knows that this would be a perfectly acceptable time for him to wake you up and chastise you for doing such a thing, he doesn't

because when he looks down at his arm he can practically feel his chest bloom with a warm, fuzzy feeling because you did that

and it's after he's stared at the colorful markings that now grace his skin does he realize he's got a small smile etched onto his face

then it hits him like a truck

he likes it because of you

he likes you

it cannot be overstated how quickly he grabs his stuff and leaves the room, not caring in the slightest that you're still wrapped up in his sheets

he doesn't do much work that day

just a lot of aimless walking around base as he tries to, in his words, get his shit together

because, in his mind, this is probably just about the stupidest thing he can do

and it's not even because he's technically your superior, that's a mess all on its own

it's the fact that either one of you could quite literally die at any given point while on a mission

and that's not even bringing up his own mountain of trust issues and insecurities

it's a mess

he's a mess

and how does he deal with this mess?

by avoiding you like the damn plague

you thought it was bad when he was trying to duck out of your pre-friendship interactions when you seemed to always be trying to find a way to bug him? think again.

he becomes practically invisible to you

his callsign isn't 'ghost' for no reason

i can honestly see it getting so bad to the point where you start to really only see him on group missions

which isn't too horrible admittedly because you always manage to squeeze in some small talk, but it's not enough

but one day, price calls the two of you into his office with laswell patiently sat waiting on a video chat over his laptop

and it's revealed that you two are being sent on a mission to gather some intel about some new terrorist group that's popped up on laswell's radar

and he just kinda sits there and accepts the fact he'll have to be paired up with you because what's he gonna do? tell laswell and price no? absolutely not

anyway

i imagine the mission going off without a hitch

i'm talking real simple, just a quick in and out before ghosts is on comms requesting an evac

that's where things go wrong

because you'll get some bullshit response like, "oh no, bad weather, can't fly like this, looks like you'll have to wait! get cozy!!"

and while you are a bit disappointed when he breaks the news, you can't help but feel a little happy because now you actually get to see and interact with simon for more than five minutes

but while you're over in your head having a small celebration over the unforeseen circumstances, simon is pretty much dreading it

he knows you know he's been avoiding you and he's 100% sure you're going to make him sit through an awkward conversation about it

and what's worse, he's certain you won't stop until he tells you why

well it's a good thing he knows how to keep his mouth shut!

at least he thought he did

because after having you ask him for the reason of his sudden avoidance of you for what he swears has to be the hundredth time, he just spits it out in a small fit of anger and annoyance

and i highly doubt he'll realize what he just said until he looks over to you after not getting a response and seeing you there with your eyes wide and jaw open

he'll definitely try to backtrack with something like, "forget what i said. you didn't hear anything."

and then your brain will finally kick in after going haywire for an unnecessarily long amount of time and you'll just kinda ask him in a small voice, "did you mean it?"

and as tempted as he is to brush you off and say no, he can't bring himself to do that

but remember, simon is still a very hurt man underneath that mask and heavy duty gear, so i can imagine him just letting out a small sigh before saying something along the lines of

"i'm sorry."

and your heart just breaks because you can practically feel the shame radiating from him as he turns himself away from you and averts his gaze to the floor

simon riley, perhaps one of the most hardened and strongest men you'll ever come to know, apologizing for the way he feels

you can't help but shuffle closer to him until you're sitting by his side

and you'll sit in silence this way for a while as he tries to ignore just how close you are while you try to find a gentle way to approach this

you're stumped

but eventually, your eyes will fall onto the floor and simon's gloved hand will come into your vision

and there's not a single thought in your mind before you're reaching out and putting your hand on top of his

the man practically malfunctions

he's sitting there, thoughts going a mile a minute as he tries to decipher what this means

but then you'll lean your head on his shoulder and he's almost startled at the way all of the noise in his head seems to just disappear

but still, he can't resist asking

"what now?"

and you'll let out a small, wistful sigh as you nuzzle your head further into his shoulder

"whatever we want."

he'll look down at you with an almost shy gaze, "and if i want you?"

and you'll interlace your fingers and punctuate it with a squeeze, "then you can have me."

and that's good enough for the both of you

at least until you get back to base

:)

[twostepstyless]

The H-Bomb

Fic Advent Calendar Day 12

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Author’s Note: Y/N is stuck in the queue for the post office while on the phone to Harry and considers a way to let her skip the queue

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of all and any variety is greatly appreciated - G <3

Word Count: 1.1k

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“H, this is bloody awful,” Y/N’s voice crackled down the phone. Harry had just called, the pair had left the house at the same time this morning and he was surpised to see Y/N wasn’t back when he was. 

“Where are you?” Harry had the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he unclipped their dog Vinnie from his leash and began to towel dry his paws before Vinnie ran off to get some water. 

“Still in the post office, the queue is mental H,” she sighed before adding quietly, so as no one around her heard what she whispered, “and I keep letting the little old people skip me so they can collect their pension.” Harry cackled down the phone at Y/N’s overly kind nature. “It’s jus’ cold Harry and they don’t need to be hanging about in queues all day,” she justified as she waved another old dear in front of her even if it meant she had been in the post office for nearing 20 minutes

“You just let another one skip, didn’t you?” she could hear Harry’s smile down the phone. 

“…Yeah,” Y/N sighed at herself. 

“Y/N/N, the oldies are going to start a club to take the piss out of your kindness, they must think you’ve got ‘mug’ written across y’forehead,” Harry laughed, as he pottered around in the kitchen, cleaning up their mess from breakfast. 

“I can’t believe how busy it is in here,” Y/N finally moved forward a place in the queue, inching closer to the parcel sending service. 

“It’s less than two weeks until Christmas, m’heart, of course it’s busy,” Harry had tried to gently urge her to post what she needed to send earlier but she never took notice of his coaxing. 

“I know that. M’just looking for a little bit of sympathy,” Y/N had even given up on holding onto the bag that held the gifts she was sending to various family members who she wouldn’t see over the festive season, now just kicking it along the floor every time she crawled forward an inch in the monotonous queue, not even the tat they tried selling around the perimeter of the queue was keeping her entertained. 

“Sorry baby, I’m fresh out of sympathy when I tried to get you to send everything last week,” Harry snickered. 

“You’re an arsehole,” she pouted, no malice detected in her words, but the older lady she let cut her in line definitely looked over her shoulder, disapproving of Y/N’s language. “Y’know I procrastinate,” Y/N whined.

“I’m your arsehole though,” Harry tried to flirt. 

“That’s not as romantic as y’think it sounds, my love,” Y/N giggled, this time managed to push the bag forward with her shoe at least 2 feet as the queue shuffled forward. 

“D’you want me to come pick you up?” Harry asked, already reaching for a set of car keys, even if she said no, he’d still go get her, “it looks like it’s going to snow,” he peered out the kitchen window, seeing the sky swirl with heavy-looking white clouds. 

“Please,” she begged, “I think my legs would give out before I walked home after standing here for so long,” the ticking of the big, oversized clock in the post office was starting to grate on her. “Will Vinnie be alright with you leaving him?” she asked after the dog. 

“Me an’ him have just come back from a big walk round the park,” Harry went into the living room to check on the sleepy golden retriever, “the boy’s sparko, he’ll not even hear me leave,” Harry shoved his feet back in shoes he’d kicked off when he came home.

“Do you think if I drop an H-bomb, they’ll let me skip the queue?” Y/N asked, seriously. 

“Sorry? Drop an ‘H-bomb,’ what the fuck is an H-bomb?” Harry questioned, pausing by the front door. 

“If I say y’name, do you think they’ll let me skip?” she asked again, giggling.

“What?” Harry cackled, “have you done that before?” 

There was a long pause on the other end of the call.

“Y/N!” 

“It was one time, and I desperately needed the loo, I wasn’t a diva about it or anythin’ honest!” she giggled trying to explain the story, as she heard Harry laughing and muttering ‘unbelievable’ under his breath. “I just slipped it into conversation,” she finalised. 

“Well for some reason, I don’t think the pensioners in the post office care much about an H-bomb, gorgeous,” Harry laughed.

“I don’t know, I reckon you’re a hit in the care homes.” 

“Oh, hush, how far from the front are you? If I leave now, am I going to be waiting ages?” Harry questioned, trying to figure out in his head where he could park without getting a ticket for idling. 

“Not far, should be done by the time you get here, I hope,” Y/N wasn’t miles off the front now and had picked up her bag of presents to hand to the post person when she got to the window. 

“As long as y’don’t let old Wilma from 4 doors down skip you when she shuffles in,” Harry locked their front door and paused listening for any disgruntled barks from Vinnie before hearing nothing and making his way to the car. 

“Exactly,” Y/N said, with a smile evident in her tone. 

“Do hurry, there’s another package waiting for you here,” Harry said with a suggestive lilt in his voice.

“Oooh, what is it?” Y/N queried, missing the undertone to his comment.

“I’d tell you, but you’ll need to find it, it’s in m’pants,” Harry said, straight to the point, sliding his key into the ignition, foot on the clutch to start the engine.

“Harry Styles! That is vile,” she laughed loudly before slapping a hand over her mouth, realising what she had said. 

“That’ll be the H-bomb dropped then,” Harry snorted, putting his phone on speaker so he could put it down to start his drive. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, it slipped out,” Y/N said nervously as she saw some eyes turn to look at her. “Oh my god, Harry, they’ve opened another window and they’re waving me forward to go first, shit, that’s so fucking embarrassing,” she whispered-yelled down the phone as she could hear Harry’s tittering laugh come down the phone. 

“Well, m’glad you got some benefit out of the H-bomb,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” 

“Fuck off, that’s so embarrassing. Right, oh my god I need to go before I make it worse, see you in a second, gorgeous,” Y/N sighed hanging up the phone before sorting out her face to talk to the person behind the glass. 

“Hi, I’d like to send these first class, please.” 

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[honeyabyss]

Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

***

It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

[crumbledcastle28]

Chapter 1: a tug

Warnings: PTSD, sadness, depression, panic attack, mentions of violence

Author’s note: this is part one of my series called “Burning Red.” This is kind of boring because it is a set up for the main storyline, but I hope you enjoy it! Any constructive criticism and support is greatly appreciated. And if I missed a warning, please let me know!!

After everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve done, everyone you’ve hurt, it felt good to just lay low.

A mechanic on tatooine was not what you imagined, but it did the trick.

No one saw you for who you truly were, and that made you happy.

Well, except for Peli.

You came to her sick and angry and alone, and she nursed you back to health. You would be rotting in the desert if it wasn’t for her, and you felt you owed her a little something.

So, you used your “uncommon” set of abilities to help her with her mechanics in any way she needed.

This included: cooking, cleaning, repairing, negotiating, and most importantly, defending.

Peli was no dummy. She knew you had more experience in that field than she did. So she recruited you, and paid you back with whatever she had laying around. A new outfit once and a while, a warm bed, a hot dinner, and a couple of credits so you could go shopping and get out of her hair.

You couldn’t blame her. You were a hell of a lot of trouble to be around.

Constant nightmares, paranoia, and regret surrounded your aura like a fog. Any normal person wouldn’t notice, but someone like Peli could. And it pissed her off a good majority of the time.

“Stop moping and help me clean this oil off my droid,” and sentences like this one, were said pretty frequently around your place.

Was it even your place? All you did was survive. Is that enough to say you lived there instead of just survived there?

You really liked Peli. She gave you a base. A “home” of sorts, and for that you were forever indebted.

But something in you always called you back to your real home, and that scared you more than Peli’s tough love. More than you could even describe.

~~*~~

It was a pretty normal day on Tatooine. The wind howled, the sand covered everything in its wake, and the heat. You would never get used to it.

You were eating your breakfast when a ship landed on the landing pad, and you could already tell it was a doosey just by the way the left engine was sputtering.

If this ship explodes, we better get a damn good pay, you think to yourself.

The ramp starts to open and you take that as your queue to start the walk to your makeshift room. It was really a storage room, but you didn’t mind.

When you get there, you squat down to the ground behind your door and grab your apron and set of tools. You knew Peli would need some help with this ship.

You hear the ship’s ramp hit he ground and you feel it.

A tug.

Not even a tug, a lurch. It felt like a rope had been tied to your soul and pulled you back into your old self.

This was a tug you hadn’t felt in so long. So long, it almost knocks you off your feet.

I closed myself off from this, you think. I shouldn’t feel this. I don’t want to feel this.

You already feel a headache coming on from the shock and ache in your bones, so you start walking back to the landing pad to tell Peli you aren’t feeling too well.

If I get recognized, we are both dead.

You’d rather get a scolding from Peli than a scolding hot gun wound in your chest.

“Hey,” you hear Peli shout at the client, and you pick up your pace. Your heart is hammering in your chest and you feel the panic ooz through your body.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this, but you hate how it makes you feel alive.

You finally make it to Peli and you see her speaking very loudly (she doesn’t like to use the word “yelling”) at what seems to be your client.

But this is no ordinary client. This is a Mandalorian.

A very broad Mandalorian who, no offense to Peli, could knock her out in his sleep.

You had heard legends of their kind. But worst of all, you had fought them. And damn were they good.

You hadn’t seen any since the purge. You had heard rumors of them hiding under ground, but they had always been peaceful people. You hated how they got dragged into a war.

“You damage one of my droids, you’ll pay for it,” Peli says, and you really wish she would use a more peaceful tone.

The last thing you want to do right now is fight a very impressive looking Mandalorian covered entirely in beskar while your entire body is tingling.

Is he the one who is force sensitive?

“Just keep them away from my ship” he says, and you are surprised at how well he is taking Peli’s annoyance.

“Yeah? You think that’s a good idea?” Peli responds in a tone dripping with sarcasm and you take this as your moment to try to sneak away.

This however, was unsuccessful.

“Come on y/n. Let’s take a look at his ship,” she says and the Mandalorian turns his helmet towards you.

You probably look like an absolute mess. Your chest is heaving, you are sweating, and you are not at all prepared to do any sort of repairs. You are basically in your pajamas. The Mandalorian’s gaze has you nervous enough, but this familiar feeling in your stomach has you dizzy and nauseous.

Just hold on......

You start to follow Peli to the ship while still looking at the Mandalorian. You learned very early on in your life to never take your eyes off a predator. He follows your form and you try your best to mask his incredibly strong force connection gripping your chest.

This man isn’t even trying to hide it? It’s almost as if he is reaching for me?

You make it to Peli where you finally take your eyes off of him. You can see why Peli was so mad now.

“Oof! Look at that,” she says as she scans the ship with her eyes. “You’ve got a lot of cabron scoring up top. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in a shoot out.”

Oh my God, he was in a shoot out.

This is really not good. This man could have been followed and you could be surrounded at this very moment. You were a skilled fighter, but those kinds of odds were almost unbeatable. Especially when you were still trying to hide your identity.

You are so tense you feel like you could snap. You still feel his eyes on you, and you are praying to whatever is out there that you can just stay alive. That’s the only thing you’re good at.

“Name’s Peli Motto. That’s y/n,” she says as she points to you with her wrench.

She did not just tell him your NAME.

“This is my operation. You’re not gonna find a better mechanic on the planet,” she says as she leaned in closer to the engine.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to rotate that. You’ve got a fuel leak. Look at this, this is a mess. How did you even land?”

All you wanted to do was scream.

He is a MANDALORIAN who was just in a SHOOT OUT. He is probably being FOLLOWED and we could be dead because of ME.

“That’s gonna set you back,” she says.

She is concerned about MONEY right now?

Peli is a smart woman, but she was walking you into a trap. You didn’t want her blood on your hands. You didn’t need any more of that.

All of this is happening while you are still on the verge of a panic attack.

This Mandalorian is strong with the force. It is squeezing your lungs and your feet and your hands and your brain. All rational thinking is out the window. You had to get out of here before he manages to suffocate you.

God you hate this feeling. A few years ago you lived with this constantly. It became a part of you. Something you enjoyed. But now...

“I’ve got five hundred imperial credits,” the Mandalorian says.

Imperial credits. Great. How did he get his hands on those?

“That’s all you got? Well..” she says and looks back at you.

“What do you think,” she asks in a teasing tone.

You try to plead to her with your eyes. You are sweating beyond belief and your brain is about to explode.

She tightens her brows in confusion at your state, but continues to bargain.

“That should at least cover the hanger,” she says and you feel your jaw almost drop to the floor.

How can she not see it?

“I’ll get you your money,” the Mandalorian mumbles and you try to take a deep breath. Passing out in front of one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy who may be here to kill you would rip off the last bit of pride you had left. If you are going down, you are going down with a fight.

“I’ve heard that before,” Peli responds and looks at you in a joking way. Like she was trying to coax you into laughing with her.

You try to chuckle back, but it just comes out in a low breath.

You sound insane.

“Just remember—,” the Mandalorian starts

“No droids. I heard ya,” Peli finishes.

“Why do you think I keep this girl around,” she says chuckling with a pat on your back.

You muster up the strength to smile and feel holes burning in your head from the Mandalorian’s gaze.

He really knows how to stare.

The Mandalorian leaves the hanger, and it takes everything in you not to pass out right there.

You thought with him leaving it would die down, but it’s only getting worse.

“Are you ok,” Peli asks and helps you lower yourself to the ground.

You are breathing frantically now and your hands are clutched to your chest.

“He has it,” you say and you know Peli knows what you mean.

She looks at you with wide eyes and you see the realization on her face.

“Oh my god.... he was in a shootout,” she says.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out. The desperate force connection is starting to fade and you feel your lungs fill up with air once more.

“He could have been followed! Or he could be here to—“

“Kill us,” you say. Peli hates when you finish her sentences, but there was no point in caring right now.

“Ok. Get inside. If I need you I will call for you,” she says and you nod, slowly getting to your feet.

You start to walk back to your room, with Peli’s arms guiding you, while taking deep breaths, but you freeze when you sense something else coming out of the ship and you snap your head to the ramp.

“What,” Peli says as she follows your gaze.

Your heart flutters. The force is slowly starting to ease its nasty grip on you.

If you didn’t sense the creature, you would miss it.

A little green baby, wrapped in what looked like a potato sack, was strolling down the ramp, looking directly at you.

“It’s him,” you say.

“He has it.”