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[blackpinksoo]

said it once before say it again hod fans are so fucking stupid

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Glimpses: Part 16 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: A lot is happening.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: hello again! I was away on a family vacation over the weekend and am sitting in a car on the way home. This is, one again, entirely written and edited on the phone so pls be kind 🥰

Moreover, I can’t believe how many people loved and reacted to the last part. Good confidence boost! Hope y’all will enjoy this lighter chapter as well - a new rollercoaster is already awaiting around the corner ;)

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“You told her WHAT?” Jennifer looks at Kathryn in disbelief.

Kathryn, who is sitting on the couch, tea in hand and a wide smile on her face, looks at her manager. “That I think I am in love with her. Yup. I did that,“ she takes another sip. „Because, you know, I think I am.“

She smiles to herself and looks at her tea before she continues talking. „I can’t stop thinking about her. I want her around. Preferably at all times. I know I haven’t talked to her or anyone about it, but really… the whole thing with Jeffrey really made me realize… I couldn’t touch that man. At all. I couldn’t even bring myself to think about it. Because of her. I really do think this is it, Jen.”

Jennifer looks at Kathryn and for a moment both woman fall silent. “I just… I don’t think it’s a good idea. You might be at the height of your career right now. I just have a gut feeling.”

“Eh,” Kathryn waves the remark off with one hand. “You’re wrong.”

Not giving it another thought, she sips her tea and sits in silence, as Jennifer shakes her head and leaves the room, running into Agnes who is just about to enter. Agnes reminds Kathryn that she had to leave for today’s set in a couple of minutes and collects whatever she needs with her.

Agnes seems to be in a very good mood and occasionally checks her phone to stay on track as she leads Kathryn out of the room towards the car she had called for her. The women slip into the backseat and Kathryn immediately lets her head fall back and closed her eyes.

Lately, whenever she does, she can see your face. She doesn’t mind that you didn’t say anything back after she confessed to you. After all, it was her fault for calling right after work where people usually still need her. Right after she poured her heart out, someone came running towards her and told her to meet the director for an urgent arrangement. Obviously, Kathryn had to hang up right away as the project is top secret and the actors are not allowed to have their phones on set at all to keep it that way.

Seeing the tears on her face, the crew member didn’t say anything about the rule and never planned to report her for using a device in the first place. You saw him on you screen for just a second and realized Kathryn had to leave immediately. Both of you smiled and it felt wrong but at the same time the way her eyes looked made up for it and her apologetic good bye forced your heart to skip yet another beat.

Back in reality, Kathryn opens her eyes again and smiles at Agnes who is placing her hand on Kathryn’s. “You okay, K?”

Kathryn nods. “Better than ever before. I just wish she was here, you know?”

Agnes knows.

Today’s shooting is long and Kathryn’s body aches as she falls into bed that night. Tomorrow will be just as long, especially since the crew has to leave the area for a 2-day-shoot in the mountains. She sighs as she leans up against the headrest to type out a message telling you about it all. This week, time is tight and she hasn’t had enough of it to properly talk to you again. Especially with Jennifer following her every step to make sure she takes care of herself.

Preparing for the long shoot, Kathryn puts herself in a kind of trance, especially since her scenes will be mentally and physically demanding. Two days later, she snaps out of it as Agnes and her sit in a car on their way back to the hotel. Weirdly enough, she is full of energy and beams as her team wants to go have dinner tonight to celebrate the end of the week.

She immediately strips and hops into the shower before getting ready for dinner. Thinking about how it’s only gonna be her and the team, she ditches an extensive make up and is just about to just put mascara on as it knocks on her door.

Expecting Agnes or Jennifer to pick her up, Kathryn wants to just ask for them to let themselves in. But something holds her back, so she gets up and opens the door herself.

It’s you. You, in all your beauty. Your hair the way she likes it best, some make up, an outfit that tells her you know she is on her way to dinner. Kathryn is not able to form any words and just continues staring at you as you fiddle with your hands and shoot her a shy smile.

For a moment, neither of you speak or move, until you take a sharp breath. “I am in love with you, too”, you hear yourself say, before you launch forward, cup her face with both hands and capture her lips with yours.

The kiss is long, but sweet and she holds you close after it ends. “Y/N… you are here… you are real…”

There are tears in her eyes as she reaches up to move a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve missed you so much. Oh god.” She sighs into your ear as she wraps you up in a tight hug while the door falls shot behind you.

A few seconds pass before she lets go and finally faces you. Realizing she isn’t in a position to talk, you take the lead, “I heard you’re going out for dinner?” She nods and cups your face to kiss you again. Hard. Wanting.

“Hold on!” You stop her. “We gotta get going, hm?”

Once again, she nods but you also feel your self slowly being pushed towards the wall behind you. Eventually, your back meets it with a thud, blowing some air out of your lungs. Looking at her, your chore burns and you bite down hard on your lower lip because you can feel yourself spiraling, wanting her, slowly giving in.

“Kathryn…”, you say her name, nearly moan her name. Teasing her with it, you want to see what effect it has on her as you let it roll on your lips. You are finally just about to give in as it knocks on the door again.

Realizing what had just happened, you jump back and remove yourself from Kathryn by ducking under her arms that are resting to your side. She takes a breath and flattens her shirt before running her hand through her hair as she opens the door. It’s Agnes.

“Boss? I’m - oh! HEY Y/N! Nice to see you found each other.” There is a short moment of silence in which she takes in the situation and realizes how out of breath Kathryn, highlighted by the cheeky smile you’re spotting in the background.

She coughs. “The limo is waiting. I’m here to pick you up, the others want to leave.”

Apologetic, she nods once and closes the door behind her again. Kathryn shoots you a short smile, grabs her blazer and your hand and leads you out of the room, following her right away.

The trip is nice. The whole team is there and you recognize Ben, the hairdresser, who is standing with Agnes and Jennifer, right away. As always, the manager acts professional and polite but keeps her distance while Ben wraps you up in a tight hug as he tells you he missed you. There is also a young blonde, whose name you don’t quite understand - Agnes introduced her as the set’s make up artist - and another assistant, who is responsible for all things regarding the project Kathryn is still working on. She seems very busy and organizes something after welcoming Kathryn shortly.

Quickly, you realize that Kathryn invites everyone out for a nice evening as a thank you for their work. She is one of the few people who realize that it takes a team to bring life into a character and it just makes you fall for her more. She shoots you a smile and lets her hand run over your arm before getting into the car where she sinks into the soft limo-seats.

Within the group, you look like you belong. No one would raise any suspicion asking who you are, especially since Kathryn’s set assistant, who is a local, organized a table at a restaurant far away from where the paparazzi would assume an actress would go out to.

The groups time at dinner is great. Once again, Kathryn takes the time to thank everyone and ask about their time and if anyone needed anything that she could provide. Occasionally, she would touch and squeeze your leg under the table and look directly into your eyes as you talk. You love when she puts her arm around the back of your chair to completely face you and take in every word you say. Sometimes, she would even run her index finger over her lip and bits down on it - a common thing she does that makes you forget every thought you’ve ever had. Other than Kathryn, everyone else also seems to be very interested into the stories you tell and they all make you feel like you are right at home, which is a welcomed change to how ex-partners treated you. Not that you and Kathryn are an actual thing.

When dinner comes to an end, everyone is high of laughter and slightly tipsy you are the last person to slip into the car. Kathryn is already sitting in the back of the long couch that fills out the limo. Sitting down, you move a little too fast, prompting her to use your momentum to pull you closer and plant a short kiss on your lips.

Immediately, you pull back and look at the others in shock as you realize you guys weren’t exactly open about it all, but no one seems to think about it any further. Jennifer types on her phone as the make up and hair artists discuss next week’s looks. Only Agnes really realizes and shoots you a wide smile as your eyes meet. Softly, you smile back and, having gained new confidence, lean into Kathryn’s touch who is playing with your hair and place another kiss on her lips before she wraps an arm around you and you just lean against her side.

Back in her hotel room, you sit down on her couch as you are unsure what to do with yourself. Agnes, who organized the whole surprise with you, organized a separate room for you where you put all your stuff this afternoon which is why you seem a little lost right now. She is an angel. Right after Kathryn’s confession, you called Peter who gave you his number just in case you ever needed him. He not only connected you with Agnes - he also offered to take you to the airport. With their help, you managed to get to the woman of your dreams within a couple of days.

Kathryn’s head pops out of the bathroom. “Make yourself at home, honey! It’s all yours as well.”

She shoots you a small smile before she pops back into the room. Sitting there by yourself for a minute, you try to take in everything that is happening tonight and are just starting to wonder where you’re gonna sleep as Kathryn walks back into the bedroom. Locking eyes with you, she walks straight towards you before plopping down next to you on the other side of the couch you are currently sitting on.

A soft smile plays along her lips and her eyes glisten in the bright moonlight that’s coming in through the open window. A light breeze is ruffling through her hair and the whole scene is soaked in dark blue light as the night makes your eyes heavy and you sink into the cushions.

For a moment, you sit in silence as she lets her head fall back with closed eyes and her hand rests on your ankle, slowly caressing it with her thumb. She smiles.

Suddenly, she straightens her back and sits up again, facing you. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You say back with the softest voice you have in you.

“I am so happy you are here. I feel like I can finally breathe again.” Her face lightens up, elevated by the moonlight.

You need a moment to comprehend what she has said before you respond. “I feel like there is no other place I’m supposed to be at.”

Fully focusing on you, she nods as she takes in your every thought while her smile widens. Another breeze comes in through the window and you realize one again how incredibly beautiful you think she is.

Actually,” she takes, “I really don’t want to change that. I would like to have you here.”

For a moment, your brain wonders if she wants to offer you a job - which, absolutely is dumb - but you remember to listen to her as she continues speaking: “If you want to… you can stay. Here. I would love that.”

You feel honored but at the same time you feel like this situation of not talking things out will continue if you don’t take the chance and step up.

You move a little closer to her, rest your elbow on the back of the couch and place your hand (that has been propping up your head) on her cheek, fingertips softly touching her hair. For a blink, you sit there and take in the moment of intimacy before you move a strand of hair behind her air and place your palm against the back of her neck, caressing her slowly.

“Kathryn…. I wanna be with you.” You decide to rip the bandaid off. “I want to hold your hand, kiss you, I want to spend any possible moment with you and just… be.”

Once again, she nods. “I want that, too.”

You both smile. Moving forward, you cross your legs as you take a seat right next to her to take her hands into yours. Her eyes shoot up and she looks at you in anticipation.

You take in a deep breath and collect your confidence to ask a question that makes your heart rate go up so far Kathryn would probably be mad at you for. Right as you open your mouth to talk, the brunette blurts out what is lying on your tongue. “Please be my girlfriend!”

You stare at her in disbelief. It’s what you wanted, but hearing her suggest it is a completely different story. “Please,” she repeats, “I know this isn’t gonna be the easiest ride but… in the short time we’ve been… together… I just.. I want to be with you. REALLY be with you.”

It’s time, it’s time and you can’t hold onto you anymore. You launch forward and pin her down on the couch. Her hands fall over her head and disappear in her wild mane. She looks at you with open eyes and widened pupils as a cheeky grin finds its place on your face.

“Yes! Let’s do it!”, you say before finding her lips and kissing her until both of you can’t breath anymore.

It’s not the romantic situation you’ve always imagined. It’s not the grown-up situation of being with someone older you expected. But somehow, it’s perfect. You remember the countless times she drove you mad. The times you had to hold back. The dreams you’ve had about her and somehow it just seems fitting that this is how she becomes yours. Breathless, on the other side of the world, on a spontaneous surprise after blurting out sweet confessions. After all, you are head over heels for each other which put you in the position you’re in in the first place.

Remembering all the hot longing glimpses she’d thrown your way tonight, you go in for another kiss and deepen it quickly, becoming one with her under the calming moon light.

[bibbawrites]

Don’t Get Caught - Owen Joyner x Reader (16+)

Request: mischievous/playful/giggly sneaking around with Owen on set or evading Charlie in their apartment

Word Count: 3142 words

Summary: You are a makeup artist on set for Julie and The Phantoms and quickly began messing around with Owen, but the fear of potentially losing your job if anyone finds out has the two of you sneaking around and trying your best to not be caught aka 4 times you and Owen were almost caught messing around and one time you were 

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, implied oral sex, reference to m*sturbation

A/N: hi all! so this is my first attempt at a jatp related fic so hopefully i do okay, sorry for any mistakes, most of this was written and edited from 2am-6am because those are my motivation hours  i also don’t usually write reader insert so fingers crossed i dont mess this up lol. i have a ton of requests to work through so keep an eye out for things coming soon (hopefully)  also, to the person who requested this, sorry it took so long (my dumb ass deleted 90% of it and had to start again) i really hope i did your idea justice :)

1. Makeup Trailer 

The first time you met Owen was on your first day on set. Kenny had dragged the cast in to meet you, and something about Owen drew you in and you just knew you had to get to know the beautiful blonde boy. 

Luckily your chance came sooner than expected when you were working alone in the makeup trailer a few days later. The door opened and Owen came in, smiling brightly when he saw you.

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” He asked. You nodded.

“I am.” You replied and he grinned.

“I’m Owen. Nice to meet you, again.” He said awkwardly.

You giggled at his awkwardness. 

“Nice to meet you again too. Sit down.” You gestured to the chair in front of you and he sat down. You got to work quickly, working in silence for a few minutes before Owen spoke up.

“So how long have you been doing makeup for? You look young.” He asked.

“I’ve been doing it professionally for 5 years now. I started working in my mum’s salon when I was 15, and when I graduated I did a course to get me this job.” You told him. He paused.

“So you’re 20?” He questioned, and you nodded.

“I am.” 

“Cool, I’m 19.”  He said, and you hummed in response, concentrating on making sure his face didn’t looked cakey.

“So are you from around here?” You shook your head.

“Nah I moved here from Quebec.” You said.

“Alone? Or with your family or... boyfriend?” Owen asked, the last part sounding slightly bitter.

“Yeah I came alone, my mum is too busy with her salon, and my siblings are still in school. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” You told him and he grinned slightly.

“Good to know.” He muttered quietly. You raised an eyebrow, not quite hearing him properly.

“Sorry?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Nothing.” 

“Okay...” You trailed off, not believing him. “Well you’re all done.”

“Already?” He frowned slightly. 

“Yep.” You smiled.

“Oh. Thanks.” He stood up, pausing slightly. 

“Can I get your number?” He asked, somewhat hesitantly. Realisation dawned on you.

“So that’s why you asked about a boyfriend.” You said, eyebrow raised. 

“Guilty.” He grinned cheekily.

“Give me your phone.” You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it, and you quickly added a new contact, typing in your number and texting yourself from his phone.

“There. I’ll text you pretty boy.” You said, handing him his phone back. He grinned.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He said, turning to leave for the hair trailer. You watched him leave with a smile on your face.

A week of texting and flirting later and you found yourself alone with Owen in the makeup trailer again.

“So what scenes are you filming today pretty boy?” You questioned as you began to apply his makeup.

“Why do you always call me pretty boy?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“Because you’re pretty? And a boy?” You said, pulling a face.

“Are you flirting with me?” He grinned, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” You said. He bit his lip.

“So if I tried to kiss you you’d say?” He asked, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Eh why not?” You said it like it was nothing but inside you were freaking out.

“Y/N.” He groaned and you giggled.

“Just kidding.” You teased.

“So?” He asked again after a moment of silence. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh my god just kiss me you dork.” Owen didn’t even take a second to think about it, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, connecting your lips in a less than innocent kiss. Your lips fitted together perfectly, and he tasted faintly of blueberry and spearmint. After what felt like a lifetime he pulled away from you, leaving you panting and wanting more.

“Wow that was...” He was the first to speak, his voice breathy. You nodded.

“Yep.” You said simply. “I should probably...”

You stood up from his lap, and had barely stepped away when the door opened.

“Hey Y/N, one of my lashes came off and... oh...” Savannah’s voice came, the young actress pausing when she saw how close the two of you were.

“Hey Savannah.” You said with a smile. She returned your smile before glancing back at Owen.

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” She asked. The two of you shook your heads.

“No, not at all.” You said.

“I was just leaving.” Owen added, standing up from his chair. Savannah raised an eyebrow.

“If you say so.” She replied as Owen left the trailer quickly. The door shut behind him and Savannah grinned at you.

“You like him.” She said, her tone teasing.

“No...” You denied. Savannah rolled her eyes.

“You so do Y/N. And I know Owen, he definitely likes you too.” She told you.

“If you say so.” You said, grabbing a new fake lash to fix the missing one.

Savannah grinned. 

“Oh I know so. You’ll see.”

2. Julie’s Bedroom Set

“Come on Y/N, what’s the worst that could happen?” Owen had said as he dragged you through the filming lot towards the set of Julie’s bedroom. You had been heading off to grab some lunch when he had intercepted you and asked if you wanted to “hang”, which by this point you knew was code for hide somewhere and make out for a while. You had originally said no, but those darn puppy eyes had made you say yes before you even realised you were saying it. 

“What if someone catches us?” You had questioned, but Owen silenced your worries with a blistering kiss that left you breathless. 

“We’ll be fine.” He muttered as he pulled away. “Don’t stress.” 

“Famous last words.” You muttered, allowing him to pull you back in and kiss you again. You ran your fingers through his hair, knowing that he would have to have it fixed up before his next scene anyways. 

It had been a few weeks since that first kiss in the makeup trailer, and since then you had learnt the taste and feeling of Owen’s lips on yours, a feeling that was now so familiar to you that it felt like second nature. 

You mindlessly kissed him back, thanking your past self for deciding to use your favourite chapstick flavour, choc mint, on him earlier that morning when you did his makeup for the day. 

You pulled away to take a breath and he grinned at you. 

“I’m glad we met.” He said. You blushed slightly.

“Me too.” You agreed.

He pulled you back in and kissed you again, this kiss more passionate than the last, and you shuffled closer to him, your lips never leaving his for a second. You could feel his hands resting on your waist, his tongue in your mouth, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.

Suddenly you heard a noise and you pulled away quickly, the fear of being caught overpowering your feelings for Owen.

“Someone’s coming.” You said quickly. Owen frowned.

“What?” He questioned.

“There’s someone coming.” You repeated and his expression changed to fear.

“Fuck, what do we do? Run?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yes.” 

He grabbed your hands and pulled you up off the bed, linking your fingers together before dragging you off the set, the both of you giggling the whole way back to his trailer.

“It’s kinda fun, almost but not quite getting caught.” You admitted once the two of you were curled up on the couch in his trailer.

“It is.” He agreed. “But do you know what’s even more fun?”

“What?” You questioned.

“Making out with you.”

And if Owen went back to set with the taste of your orgasm on his tongue that was for only the two of you to know. 

3. Owen and Charlie’s Living Room 

You had just finished some finishing touches on Savannah’s makeup when Owen burst into the makeup trailer. 

“You’re all done.” You told Savannah and she grinned. 

“Thanks Y/N.” She stood up from the chair. “See you later. Bye Owen.” 

She glanced between the two of you, before turning and giving you a quick wink as she left, leaving you and Owen alone in the trailer. 

“So?” You spoke, beginning to pack up your brushes. “Why are you here?” 

“Well you see, I’m finished for the day and I checked your schedule and you are too, and I was wondering if you wanted to come back to my place to watch a movie and chill or something.” Owen spoke, plopping himself into one of the chairs and spinning around. 

"What about Charlie?” You asked, placing your brush bag into the large drawer of your makeup supplies. 

“He’s filming the Perfect Harmony scene with Madi. We’d have the place to ourselves for at least a few hours.” You paused, considering his offer. 

“Okay.” You replied simply. He cheered. 

“Are you ready to go now?” He asked, standing up, and you nodded. He grinned slightly, pulling you in and kissing you softly. 

“Hi, by the way.” He whispered once he pulled away. You rolled your eyes playfully. 

“Let’s just go.” 

You somehow managed to make it off set and back to the building where most of the cast and crew were living without anyone noticing the two of you together.

“What floor?” You asked as you hopped into the elevator.

“6.” He replied, and you pressed the button, riding in silence to his floor. He took your hand, pulling you towards the apartment he shared with Charlie, unlocking the front door and dragging you towards the couch.

“So you mentioned a movie?” You said once the two of you were settled. Owen nodded. 

“I did, what do you wanna watch?” He asked. 

“I actually have a better idea.” You grinned, climbing on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Oh I see.” He replied, grabbing your top and pulling you down to kiss you roughly.

It felt like no time had passed at all when suddenly the front door unlocked.

“Fuck.” You said, jumping off him quickly and settling onto the couch next to Owen, pretending as if you’d been there the whole time. Charlie entered the room, frowning slightly when he saw you sat on the couch.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Charlie questioned, throwing his bag onto the chair.��

“I.. Um...” You stumbled. “I was just leaving.” 

You stood up quickly, thankful that the shoes you wore were slip on’s. 

Charlie eyed Owen carefully as the door shut and Owen shrugged.

“Should I ask?” Charlie questioned. Owen shook his head.

“Nope.”

4. Owen’s Bedroom 

After a couple of close calls on set and in the living room, the next time you came over you and Owen went straight to his room.

He laid down on his bed and you climbed on top of him, kissing him instantly.

“God you’re perfect.” He muttered, lips and tongues combining in a mess of passion and lust. Owen pulled at your shirt, tugging it over your head, and you did the same for him. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking gently to leave a mark.

The front door opened and Owen groaned.

“Shit, is that Charlie?” You asked. He nodded. “What do we do?”

“Uh... get in the closet.” He suggested and you giggled, grabbing onto your shirt so Charlie wouldn’t see it if he came in.

“Owen? You here?” Charlie called, and Owen dragged you into the closet, pulling the door shut behind you.

“Shh.” Owen whispered. You tried to hide your smile.

“I didn’t say anything.” You told him, and he rolled his eyes playfully. The door to Owen’s room opened and the two of you froze, bodies pressed together.

“God I hope that’s your phone pressed against my leg.” You whispered after a moment. Owen pulled a face in the darkness. 

“Uh... no.” He replied, and you giggled awkwardly. 

“Don’t laugh, this isn’t funny.” He whined.

“It is funny. We’re trapped in your closet waiting for Charlie to leave and you still manage to be turned on?” You questioned with a giggle

“I can’t help it when someone as attractive as you is pressed up against me. Plus you don’t have a shirt on so...” He trailed off.

“Oh yeah?” You pressed yourself against his body more forcefully. Owen groaned quietly. 

“Fuck, stop it.” He muttered. You smirked. 

“No.” You whispered, and Owen placed his hands on your waist. 

“Y/N...” His voice was low, and just the sound of it sent flutters through your stomach. 

“Owen...” You replied just as quietly. “Before you ask, I’m not gonna fuck you in a closet.” 

“Why not?” He whined. You rolled your eyes. 

“You shouldn’t even have to ask that question.” 

The front door slammed shut and Owen let out a sigh of relief, pushing open the closet door. You stepped past him and made your way over to the bed, Pulling your shirt back on before sitting down to pull your shoes on. 

“Wait where are you going?” He questioned, pouting. 

“Back to set, I have a job to do, remember?” You reminded him, tying your laces on your left shoe before reaching for the right. 

“Can’t you call in sick?” He tried. You raised an eyebrow. 

“From my lunch break?” He shrugged. 

“Food poisoning?” 

“Owen.” You gave him a look and he groaned, flopping onto the bed. 

“Fine. But what am I supposed to do about this?” He motioned towards his crotch. You stood up, grabbing your phone, and walked towards the door, pausing before you exited the room. 

“You have a hand. Use it.” And with that, you left. 

+1. Owen and Charlie’s Kitchen 

It was a day off from filming so you decided to have a lazy day. It was almost lunch time when you woke up, and you would have slept longer if it wasn’t for your phone ringing obnoxiously from its spot on your nightstand. 

You rolled over, grabbing the phone and answered without even checking the caller ID. 

“Hello?” You spoke, voice full of sleep. 

“Good morning, Charlie has gone for a hike, wanna come over?” Owen’s voice came through the phone. 

“Sure, why not. Give me half an hour to have a shower and get changed.” You replied, already climbing out of bed. Owen cheered causing you to smile slightly. 

“Awesome, I’ll see you in half an hour.” He said. “And don’t eat anything.” 

“Okay.” You replied, and before you could even say goodbye he had hung up. You rolled your eyes, throwing your phone back onto the bed and grabbing a simple outfit of a crop t-shirt and shorts out of your wardrobe, before heading into the bathroom to get ready. 

25 minutes later you were knocking on the door of Owen and Charlie’s apartment. The door opened, revealing a shirtless Owen, and you had to stop yourself from checking him out as he let you in. 

“Any reason why I wasn’t allowed to eat?” You questioned, following him down the hall into the kitchen. 

“Because, I thought we could make pancakes together.” He gestured to the pile of ingredients sitting on the counter. 

“How domestic. Didn’t realise we had become a married couple.” You teased, and he blushed slightly. 

“I just thought it would be fun.” He defended, and you placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“It will be. And delicious.” You agreed.

He grinned, grabbing the ingredients. 

“Let’s get started then.” 

Somehow you found yourself sitting on the counter, eating the batter while Owen cooked the pancakes. 

“There!” Owen exclaimed, flipping the last pancake onto the plate he had gotten out. “All done.” 

He turned to face you, his smile turning into a look of concentration. 

“You have a little something...” He said, positioning himself between your legs. You paused, waiting for him to move. Slowly he lifted his hand, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Much better.” He muttered. The two of you were still, a stand off to see who would make the first move. You leaned in slowly, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

It was as if the first brush of your lips opened the floodgates. Owen grabbed onto your thighs, dragging you forward, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, the pancakes long forgotten.

You tangled your hands through his hair, moaning slightly when you felt his hands on your ass, and he took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You were so caught up in each other that you didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Hey Owen, I forgot my-” Charlie’s voice came, stopping abruptly as he took in the scene in front of him.

Owen stepped away from you quickly, but even if Charlie hadn’t seen you kissing, it was obvious what the two of you had been up to.

No one blinked. Finally, Owen broke the silence.

“You were meant to be hiking all day.” He said, somewhat defensively.

“I forgot my phone, so I came back for it. I figured you’d be on the couch where I left you. I didn’t realise you’d be...” He stopped, focusing his attention on you. “Hi Y/N.”

You waved awkwardly.

“So...” Charlie looked between you and Owen. “Am I pretending I didn’t see this, or...” He trailed off. 

You and Owen shared a look before nodding.

“Just for now, at least.” You said, and Charlie nodded.

“Got it. Well, have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Oh, and if you have sex on the kitchen counter please clean it afterwards. I eat off that thing.” He winked at Owen and before either of you could respond he had left the room.

“Sorry about him.” Owen sighed slightly.

“You didn’t know he’d leave his phone. Besides, now we can hang out here together and not have to worry about Charlie walking in on something he doesn’t know about.” You replied, and Owen grinned, leaning in to kiss you again.

You had just started to find a rhythm in kissing again when a cleared throat broke you apart.

“Dude!” Owen exclaimed, glaring at Charlie who was leaning against the wall, grinning cheekily.

“Just wanted to say goodbye. And warn you that I’ll be back at 3, so make sure any... activities-” He winked suggestively. “Are done by then.”

“Get out.” Owen glared at him. Charlie grinned, turning to leave quickly.

“Bye Y/N!” He called back as he left.

“Bye.” You called, giggling slightly.

Owen rolled his eyes as the front door shut behind Charlie. Focusing his attention back on you he smiled slightly.

“Now where were we?” He questioned, pulling you back in and connecting your lips again.

And if you did end up having sex on the kitchen counter, Charlie would never have to know.

[milazka]

Distraction — Drew Starkey.

image found on pinterest

summary: the one where the quaterback of the football team helps you forget about your bad grade.

request: yes

content: fluff & smut

author’s note: it’s my very first story about a member of the cast of outer banks! i would like to clarify that all this is fictional, i only use the looks and the names of the actors and actresses. my masterlist will be linked at the end of this story if you feel like reading some other fics. this one is for my babe cort ( @pogue-writings ) because she is drew’s soulmate.

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word Count: 1957.

The campus library has always been her favorite spot to study. It's quiet and the atmosphere is always soothing, the exact opposite of her dorm room where her roommate seems more interested in experimenting the male anatomy than studying it in her textbook. A few weeks ago, after catching her once again during the act, she had decided to find a new place to study. She had walked around the campus and eventually found this spot around one of the large hardwood tables that stand between the bookshelves full of old books about psychology. The perfect place to set her in a study mood. 

For the past few hours, she has been sitting in her usual place, her textbook open in front of her eyes and her black notebook on her right. She only has one midterm left in two days and it will cover all the topics seen in her subconscious psychology course, which is one of her most interesting courses, but also the one that requires the longest hours of study in order to pass the exams. 

The sound of a chair gliding on the floor makes her look up and she’s surprised to see Drew, a boy from her psychology of the subconscious class, sit on the chair in diagonal to her. Normally, the library is almost empty at this time of the night and she never saw him here; he seems like the kind of guy who spends more time on the football field than he does in front of his textbooks. They’ve been in the same class for four months, but she never really paid attention to him, except when he is disturbing the class with the two other musketeers, Chase and Rudy. She smiles nicely at him when their eyes meet and he raises his coffee cup which he pretends to drink all at once while they both laugh silently, hoping not to be warned by Mrs. Jones, the librarian who looks strangely similar to Roz from the movie Monster inc.

She tries to put her nose back in her book, trying to focus on the pages suggested in the study guide and highlighting important sentences from a passage about Freud and his discovery of psychoanalysis, but she can't help but look up discreetly at the boy. He is wearing a navy flannel shirt which, half-buttoned, reveals a white shirt that moulds his muscular chest. His trademark cap, which he always wears backwards, rests as usual on the top of his head, still letting a few strands of hair slip out of the hat. She particularly lingers on his muscled arms covered by the navy blue cloth, it's not surprising that he's the quarterback on the football team. The  studious look on his face and the way he’s chewing on the tip of his pencil while frowning makes him look cuter than usual, she can’t deny it. 

When she sees the lateness of the hour, she delicately puts her books back in her red bag, not noticing how intensely the boy is staring at her. He simply can't help but admire her sweet angelic face, her tired-looking little eyes, the thin, shiny layer of lip balm covering her lips that he would dream of kissing; he likes everything about her and cannot help but smile foolishly. 

“Hey Y/n,” he whispers, catching her attention. “Me and the boys are throwing a party friday night, you should come.” 

“Oh, yeah, of course!” she smiles at him, noticing his blushing cheeks and the little spark in his gaze.

“Great! Good luck on your exam.” 

“Good luck to you too. I’ll see you friday.” 

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The room goes from purple to blue, then from blue to pink, courtesy of the spotlights that change the colour of the room's luminosity along the rhythm of the music. The parties hosted by the university football team always do justice to their reputation, no matter what’s the occasion. It's not the first time she attends one, but it's the first time she’s been invited by the quarterback. Her mind did not stop playing back the memory of the little sparkle in the young man's eyes when she had accepted his invitation. Maybe it meant nothing, but a part of her wants to believe it didn't. Plus, she really needs to take her mind off things after receiving her mediocre grade from the last exam. She knew her teacher was strict, but not this strict. 

As she makes her way through the dancing crowd, an arm slips around her naked shoulders, making her startles. She's used to being approached by boys at parties, but she hates it when they think they can do anything and touch her even if she doesn't want to. Looking up, she loosen up when she sees Drew's familiar face smirking at her and she's glad it's not a drunk who's asking her to blow him.

“I'm so glad you came,” he says to her as he hands her a red cup filled with beer. “How did your exam go?”

She pouts, taking a big sip of the golden liquid that tickles her throat.

“Really bad.” 

“That sucks,” she raises an eyebrow at the boy as when he takes back the cup that he just gave her and drops it on the countertop behind him. “C’mon, I have the perfect remedy for a bad grade.” 

Drew takes her tiny hand into his big one, guiding her to the backyard where several tables are set up to play beer pong. Small lights illuminate the yard where games have already started. People cheer each other up and yell like crazy when someone manage to get the ball in a cup. She recognizes Rudy’s familiar blond hair when he jumps into Jonathan's arms and she deduces they just won their game against Madison and Austin. Everyone laughs when the two boys lose their balance and crash into the grass, grunting at each other. Her hand is still holding Drew's firmly when he walks up to Chase who is sitting in a chair close to the fire pit with his girlfriend on his lap, grilling and eating marshmallows. 

“Yo Chase! Me and Y/n vs Maddie and you?” Drew challenges his friend, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Game on, baby!” Chase exclaims as they both stand up and follow them to the table.

She and Drew make a fire team, throwing a series of winning shots and gradually getting Madelyn and Chase drunk. All the way through the game, she never worries about her bad grade, it's like it never existed. The alcohol in her bloodstream seems to be opening her eyes to Drew's attractiveness. The girl never really paid attention to how he is totally her type of guy. She bites her lower lip, obviously checking him out when he pulls off his hoodie and his shirt comes up, revealing the prominent V-shape above the hem of his pants. 

“Like what you see, don't ya?” he teases the girl, an irresistible smile on the corner of his lips. 

She blushes up to her ears, making Drew laugh, and he just adds to her embarrassment by putting his arm around her shoulders before throwing the last ball who lands directly into the last standing cup. Maybe it's the emotion of the moment for her, whereas he's been dreaming about it for months, but their eyes meet each other and suddenly their lips collide. The kiss doesn't last long, not long enough in his opinion. The flight of butterflies in the young woman's belly doesn't disappear when their lips separate, she needs to kiss him again, to feel him touch her. 

“I need you, Drew.” she whines close to his ear, making his heart skips a beat. "God, Y/n," he breaths out, pulling her closer to him. "Do you know how long I've been dreaming about you saying that to me?”

She just winks at him and grabs his hand, pulling him toward the front door as he pinches himself on the arm, not believing that this is really happening. He throws a murderous look at Rudy and Chase who make fun of him by pretending to make out sensually. They pass through the living room which is still full of people swinging their bodies to the rhythm of the music and climb upstairs where Drew guides them to his room. He slams her against the door, his hands grabbing her hips as he kisses her again. She bites his lower lip, making him growl against her mouth. Drew starts to place open mouthed kisses on her neck and she tiltes it to give him full access to her burning skin. He leads her to the bed, pinning her on the mattress and he removes her short as he is now hovering over her half naked body. His hand slides down her thigh, making her squirm under him as he gets closer to her core. He plays with the waistband of her panties, smirking against her lips.

“Drew,” she moans, looking at him with her eyes filled with desire. He grabs her waist and flip them over so she is now straddling him. She unbuttons his khaki shirt, slipping his hands over his muscular chest. She starts to grind down on his lap, making him whine and dig his fingers into her buttcheeks

“It's not about me tonight, I'm not the one who needs to be distracted.” he whispers to her ear before  flipping her over again so that he is now hovering over her. 

She lets out a few muffled moans as he leaves a trail of kisses between her breast and on her stomach. He sucks and nibbles at the skin on her inner thighs, only increasing her desire to feel him on her already wet womanhood. 

“You’re so pretty, all wet and spread out like this, just for me.”

“Drew, please…” she begs, but he cuts her short by placing a kiss on her clit, slipping her underwear off. He places an open-mouthed kiss just above her wet folds, making her buck her hips up. 

“So eager, baby, I like it.” he hums just above her bundle of nerves, sending vibrations on it. She runs her fingers through his light brown hair, pushing him closer to her heat. He finally licks a full stripe through her folds, making her back arch to the so desired feeling. 

“Oh fuck,” she groans as he inserts one finger in her, his tongue sucking on her clit. His hands are  firmly wrapped around her thighs to keep her spread open for him. She clenches the sheets between her fists, her eyes close under the wave of pleasure that runs through her body when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. His nose rubs up against her clit as he moves his face, pumping his tongue in and out of her.

“Fuck I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she moans, making him pumps his tongue faster. A few profanities mixed with loud moans leave her lips as she reaches her high, legs shaking on his shoulders. He licks her folds a few more times to clean her up, sending electric jolts through her body when he touches her sensitive nerves from the orgasm. He lies down beside her, pulling her towards him with his arms wrapped around her body.

“What about you? I’m no the type of girl who doesn’t give back,” she starts but Drew shushes her with a quick kiss. “I’m sure you’re not, but tonight it’s about you and only you.” 

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’a know?” 

“It was about time you figured that out!” he mocks her and she giggles, burying her face further into the crook of his neck. 

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When Stars Collide (Jackson Wang x Reader) Part 2/2

Part One

Warnings: none

Jackson’s PoV.

He stared at his phone as he sat in his living room. Jackson felt so restless a long time ago, his heart was always thumping hard against his chest whenever he saw a picture of her. She was beautiful and her laugh was music to his ears. It’s been a week since he took her home after wrapping up the song at the studio. Ever since she debuted in N3XUS she drew his attention to herself in every music video or variety show.

Fans pointed out how badly her bandmates treated her and how much she was ignored by both the other girls and the company. She posted a few acoustic versions of their songs on her Instagram which left many people dumbfounded why her company was treating her so poorly. She was more than just talented. Jackson knew that he might fall in love with her right after he walked into the studio. Her voice was mesmerizing and it expressed so many feelings. He couldn’t help but stare at her in awe through the glass window.

He kept thinking back to that kiss she pressed onto his cheek as she said goodbye. He never thought he would feel like this. Even when he was so in love with Alice, it couldn’t compare to that buzzing he felt around (Name). Jackson sighed leaning back into his couch pulling a pillow into his arms, hugging it tightly. Then his phone went off startling him.

“Ey, man, I’m coming over with some take-out” sounded Bam Bam’s voice from the other end. “Jinyoung’s with me too.”

“Will you ever stop acting like you can just walk in here like you own the place?” Jackson sighed but smiled. Even after years of GOT7 ending, they were still as close as ever. Soon his doorbell rang and when he opened it, Bam Bam walked inside like he owned the place. He hung his head as he chuckled but his worry and nervousness never eased. Why couldn’t he just text her? Why was he so nervous?

“Hey man, you look like someone kicked your puppy” Bam Bam turned back to him while Jinyoung took his shoes off. Jackson’s response was silence as he walked over to the counter and started unpacking the food. “Wait, did Alice contact you again? Did she call you again?”

“No… the last time she did, I blocked her” Jackson shook his head while turning to the cabinets so he could grab plates and silverware.

“Then what’s wrong?” Jinyoung asked and his expression showed his worry for his friend.

“Ah, it has to be a girl! Did you get a new girlfriend? One night stand? Anything? Have you gotten laid ever since…?” Bam Bam was immediately interested making Jackson roll his eyes again.

“I have no idea, okay?” Jackson groaned as he planted himself in his couch with a pout on his lips. “We were connecting, wrote a song but… I don’t know…”

“Why are you not calling her? Just find out if she’s into you, man” his friend plopped down next to him. “It’s been so long since you looked at a woman other than as a friend. You need to get laid.”

“That is the only thing you can think about?” Jackson hit Bam Bam with a pillow. “I have no idea what to say…”

“Just text her ‘hi’ and she will respond, the pick up lines are so lame anyway but you can try them if you want her to run to the other end of the planet” Jinyoung chimed in making Jackson look at him as evilly as possible. The conversation quickly turned towards what everyone was doing and other things. It was relaxing to just let go of all the busy work days for a while and think about anything and nothing at the same time.

Then later that night, Jackson grabbed his phone and typed in those two letters with a winky emoji. His heart jumped in his chest but he decided to just put his phone down and take a shower first. He was tired and would have a long day the other day. When he finished with the shower, a message was waiting for him.

Time skip ~

A months went by and to his delight, the company wanted him and (Name) to shoot an MV for the song they collaborated on. It was tiring but he was filled with energy as he danced with her. She was so mesmerizing in her costume, her dance moves so smooth like she was born to do this and he thought so in reality. Jackson ever since seeing her perform on stage during a concert or in a music video, he thought that she was a natural. Her moves and gestures looked so effortless compared to the other girls in her band.

However, he knew that if you were passionate about what you were doing, people could achieve more than they would ever dream of. He was certain that she would achieve all her goals and more leaving everyone mesmerized. Then they were asked to perform on the newest Idol Producer during the live concert. The hype around the two of them was already large, fans wanted them to be together so when they appeared and he kissed her on stage, the whole place seemed to explode. They both agreed to it especially after the company asked them to show more intimate for the fans. It was too easy and he felt like no one was around them, like there was only the two of them. It was so sweet and he wanted to hold her and never let go. Jackson could see the same thing in her eyes but the moment ended with the music and she broke out of her trance.

To his disappointment, she had to leave the scene right after their performance for an interview with Elle. After that, they both had little time to even just chat with him being in a different country. It was frustrating then Jackson was invited to an awards show where everything turned downhill. One of the actresses he never even met before tried to make small talk and get closer to him. The intentions were so obvious and the woman was looking so cheap, acting so cheap. Though, the gentleman in him kept being polite to her which she took as a green light to be more pushy. Yibo, noticed it but was too busy listening to a director talk to him to go over to them. Jackson wasn’t angry with Yibo for not helping him out, he was still young and that director was way more important than to leave him hanging. Then the actress was in his lap before he realized what was happening and of course many fans and paparazzi shot a ton of photos in different angles of them.

First time in his life, Jackson pushed a woman away and ran away in frustration. He knew that by the time he reached the hotel room, (Name) would’ve already seen the photos and the none existent stories with them. But he couldn’t give up, he couldn’t let her slip away. For weeks, he felt miserable because she didn’t answer any of his texts or calls. One night, when he just wanted to fall into bed and not wake up for the next 72 hours, he found a letter on his coffee table with a ticket to Seoul. He furrowed his eyebrows as he lifted the letter to read it properly.

Dear Mr. Wang,

It’s Sue, (Name)’s assistant. I’m writing to you because I am aware of the truth behind those pictures. I’ve seen your live stream two weeks ago in which you explained everything. (Name) refused to see it but I know that it is not late, she is very much in love with you. I’m not writing to you as her assistant but as her friend.

There is an airplane ticket for you for the flight that comes to Seoul from Shanghai at 11 pm. I will arrange everything so she will be home, here’s the code for her apartment complex’s gate. I hope you can come…

Jackson’s heart seemed to skip a beat as he processed the words. He grabbed his phone, some cash with his keys and called a cab. He had to reach the flight which would take off in two hours. Throughout the flight he was restless, thinking about a million ways what to say to her. He couldn’t lose her. No one made him feel this way before, get under his skin, fill him with energy and make him giddy. Getting to her apartment was easy but knocking on her door was harder. Jackson stood there with a dry mouth and blinked a few times before he groaned and just knocked on the wooden surface of it without a thought in his head. He heard soft footsteps padding up to the door but all the air left his lungs when he saw her.

Your PoV.

You knew that everyone noticed your pouty face and bad mood lately but only Sue said anything about it. After all, she was the only person you told about your true feelings for Jackson. To your surprise, she wasn’t even surprised about that fact, just smirked at you knowingly and insisted on showing you Jackson’s live stream.

You definitely missed him. Being around him made everything so easy and effortless, so carefree. Ever since you stopped texting him, your days turned dull and grey. Nothing really interested you anymore and found yourself staring at your TV with a blank expression. Suddenly, someone knocked on your door which surprised you because you didn’t order food nor did you called over anyone. Not that you had many people to call over.

You walked up to the door with your eyebrows furrowed and opened the door. You thought you were having a heart attack when you saw who it was. Jackson was standing on the other side, disheveled, glitter sticking to half of his face and neck, dark circles under his eyes and panting heavily as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“J-Jackson?” you asked unsure of what you were supposed to do. “Um… Come in.”

Walking past you, you could smell his smell. You always thought that it was nice for him to not put on liters of cologne. Other guys tended to do so suffocating anyone in a ten meter radius.

“(Name)… just please, listen to me, I know the photos and what the media made up is contradictory but there was nothing going on between me and that woman” Jackson sputtered quickly after you closed the door. He grabbed your hand and looked at you pleadingly. “Please, believe me…”

“Why… are you explaining anything to me?” you asked quietly trying to pull away. He didn’t owe you anything, he was a free man, there was nothing official going on between the two of you. “You… don’t owe me anything…”

“Then why are you not responding? Why are you ignoring me since then?” he asked and leaned down so he could look into your eyes. He reached up to cup your face and wiped a tear away. You reached up and touched the wet trail of the tear in surprise. “I know we never got to officially go out… I wanted to ask you out properly after that night when we performed in live TV but you had to go to an interview. (Name)… I’ve never felt anything like this with anyone before…”

Jackson was looking deep into your eyes, forehead almost touching yours. He was still so perfect and you knew you would be a fool to not say yes. Every inch of you wanted to say yes… ever since you met him in the studio.

“I wasn’t angry with you…” you sniffed as you held onto his hand that cupped your face. “I was afraid that I was seeing too much into everything… I was afraid to be heartbroken.”

“I know… and I want to make it up to you” he breathed before his lips crashed against yours in an urgent, impatient yet sweet kiss. You could feel his desperation as he held onto you like his life depended on it. You kissed him back with your eyes closed. Your heart was thumping so hard against your ribcage as he pulled you closer.

He was everything you ever wanted and you were grateful for the stars to lead you to him.

Ten years later ~

Hong Kong was beautiful in its own way. You learnt Chinese quickly especially with Jackson helping you when you got stuck. When he first brought you home, to introduce you to his family, he seemed to be so proud showing you off. His family was nice and accepted you completely after Jackson proposed to you.

You knew how hard it was for him to propose after how his first fiancée let him down, but you couldn’t be happier to tie the knot with him. It was natural and nothing changed after years of marriage either except that you got two kids. You were always laughing your head off when Jackson was once left with your daughter for days because you had some work over seas and showed you the drawing your daughter made. He was glowing with pride and happiness, already telling your daughter that she was a true artist.

It was filling you with happiness to see him happy. He was so good at taking care of your kids, even made a special performance with them for Mother’s Day for you. Though, you got a whole different performance later in the bedroom. You loved him more than anything and you knew he felt the same way about you. There was no need for any proof.

End ~

[darling-i-read-it]

Hollywood Party

Cliff Booth x reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: talks of drugs 

Author’s Note: Hi darling! I hope this was what you were looking for, I’m always down for some good old Cliff. 

Requested: by anon, Hello my love! I am back to request another Cliff Booth x reader because I am obsessed (and I have an idea this time yay) with your writing! Could you write one where the reader drags Cliff to a party with a lot of dancing (similar to the dance scene at Playboy Mansion) and although he is hesitant at first, he is eventually persuaded to dance and there is a lot of fluff? Thanks 💖

Summary: the request

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

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Cliff wasn’t invited to plenty of parties. He was in the Hollywood scene after all and he had to say that Rick was much more popular than Cliff gave him credit for. There was often a party that he was invited to that he blew off but every once in a while there was a chance that Rick was in the mood for a good drunk party.

Like today.

“I’m just saying Cliff that i-it would be perfect,” Rick said, following his friend through set. Cliff had a scene to film today and so did Rick. They were both in full costume which was an odd look if everyone didn’t understand what was going on. 

“Perfect for what?” Cliff asked, fixing the watch on his wrist. 

“Getting Y/N to a d-date!” Rick shoved his friend and Cliff shook his head.

“I don’t think I need your help with that.”

“Yes you do. Come on, it’ll be f-fun. It’s a Hollywood party she’s never been to one.” “Oh so it’ll be fun to see her idols doing coke off each other?” Rick snorted.

“Of course.” 

Cliff was of course hesitant to invite you at all. He didn’t think it would be quite your scene so he pushed the thought of his head but the next time he saw you he brought it up and you were clearly interested. Maybe it was just that it was a Hollywood party. He’d like to think it was because you liked him but there was also an inkling that you wanted to see Rick Dalton from Bounty Law. He was never that sure.

“Are you sure you wanna go?” Cliff asked, looking at you through the driver's window of Rick's car. 

“I will drag you if I gotta Booth,” you said with a smile. You got into the backseat of the car and Rick looked you up and down, much more obviously then Cliff had when he was pretending not to. You looked amazing. Like a regular sixties queen, someone who you would see in the magazines and billboards and big screen.

You weren’t an actress quite yet but you were aspiring. You were a couple years younger than Rick and Cliff but a lot of years but you were of age and not young enough to raise any flags. It had of course crossed Cliffs mind you were using him to get to Rick to get to jobs but you didn’t seem like that type of girl.

“You look a-amazing,” Rick said with a flirtatious smile. You smiled proudly.

“Thank you very much Rick.”

“You look great doll,” Cliff said, glancing at you through the rear view mirror as he started to drive away. That caused you to blush.

“Thanks Cliff.” 

You walked in with the two of them at your arm but everyone could tell you were leaning into Cliff. 

The party was amazing. You had never seen anything like it. You knew each face that passed you but they didn’t know you. Audrey Hepburn walked beside you in an intense conversation with Anthony Perkins. You saw Elizabeth Taylor in the corner and Sharon Tate was sitting by the pool, flirting. 

“Oh my Lord, Cliff is that Gregory Peck?” He nudged you.

“Yes. It is.”

You felt your knees go weak and Rick and Cliff were just barely able to catch you.

“I wanna go talk to Sharon alright, maybe I can get in a Polanski movie,” Rick said and you nodded as he walked away. You smiled, watching him approach a movie star with such ease. Granted he was a star so he had no problem with it like you did. 

“This is groovy!” you screamed and let go of Cliff, walking over to where the drinks were. You poured yourself and Cliff one each and then walked back over to him, handing him the cup.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked and you nodded quickly. 

“I’m pretty sure I bumped into James Garner on the way over to you,” you whispered. He laughed and shook your head.

“I think maybe you’re a little in over your head.” You looked around and saw the dancing going on outside which Sharon and Rick had gotten caught up in.

“We should dance,” you stated. He shook his head quickly, raising his free hand in surrender.

“No.” 

“Cliff we should dance!” You disgarded your now empty drink onto a table and tugged on his arm. He placed his drink beside yours and shook his head.

“Go dance with Anthony Perkins.”

“I don’t want to dance with Anthony Perkins, I wanna dance with you.” He felt that skip of his heart beat. The early days when he was married he felt it. You reminded him of those days every day you were around him.

“Really?” You paused.

“Okay maybe I’ll dance with Tony after you but I wanna give you the first dance.” He chuckled and allowed you to move his feet to the dance floor. 

Just as you got there and started to move (you caught the eye of not only Cliff but many other movie stars if they were being honest) the upbeat song turned to a slower ballad which was odd for a party but not unheard of. You slowed down and looked around, catching the eyes of the couples dancing together all of the sudden. You cleared your throat and extended a hand to Cliff.

He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. 

He took your hand and then his hands were on your hips and he was dancing with you like he had never danced before.

“I like you,” you whispered.

“Be quiet, Tony will hear.” You shook your head and smiled up at him, edging him to say it back. He let out a sigh.

“I like you too.” You smiled. 

“If you’ll excuse me I now have to go say the same thing to Anthony-” but before you could finish your sentence he was kissing you and you weren’t complaining.

[farouchelyoptimistic]

HyunJi: Visit

Soo Hyun hums as he punches in the security code of the door, pushing it open after the brief beep. The familiar scent of honey and vanilla fills his nose, making him erupt into a small smile.

The house was quiet as he entered, the cove lighting dim and warm-toned. The floor to ceiling glass windows reflected the lights from the city below. The silence doesn't bother him, he was used to it. It was always quiet in his girlfriend's abode, she enjoyed the tranquil serenity that comes with it.

The paper bag in his hand made soft noises that sounded louder in the vast space of her living room. Filming had been going on for quite a while, and it had been getting harder and harder to reach her every day. She had scenes back to back and a few ads to shoot in her spare time. That was the price of her growing popularity, the recognition he was terribly happy that she was getting.

She was a marvelous actress, excellent. Despite her prowess, she was fairly underrated and he hated it. He wanted people to see her beyond her elegant beauty, he wanted her to be seen by her undeniable talent. And now she was getting it, and it made him so proud of her. But along with that came fewer hours with her, fewer days to spend together.

Compared to the frequent visits and the well-planned secret dates here and there, this time he could even barely see her despite being in the same place every day. The only time he could see her was when they had scenes together. The fact that he had to corner her away on set to steal a few glances, a few touches, a few smiles made him fairly frustrated.

He used to have his girlfriend all to himself, and now he's sharing her with the entire world. He's not a selfish person, but when it comes to her, sometimes he wished he was.

This was one of the very few nights that they were both free. He doesn't waste the opportunity to buy her favorite meals to go, bringing it to her home to share with her.

"Hi, Manny!" He coos, squatting down to pat the dog's head, it's fur warm and soft to touch. It wags its tail, putting out its tongue as it welcomes the all too familiar visitor. Gone were the days when it used to bark at him endlessly, threatened of his presence, or probably even jealous that he'd take all of the attention. But now, they were best friends.

He chuckles as he stands up, making his way further into the living room, past the kitchen. He smiles widely at the sight of his woman sitting prettily on the couch, dressed in a light pink nightgown, her hair cascading elegantly over her shoulders.

"Yea Ji-ah!" He calls out to her in a joyful operatic voice, routinely skipping towards her with her a huge smile.

"Ya." Her low voice stops him in his tracks. It was chilling, cold. It almost sent shivers down his spine. When she looks at him, he shuddered, freezing him in his spot. Her eyes were sharp, lacking emotion altogether. Terrifying almost.

"You noisy little prick." His breath falters, shock starting to bloom all over him. He blinks once, twice, thrice. Trying to figure out what vile sin he had done to his girlfriend for him to get stabbed by the invisible daggers darted from her eyes.

It takes him a few seconds before he sights the script on her lap. Realization dawns over him, making himself let out a breath. Aaaah.

She had been rehearsing, which means his Yea Ji wasn't here tonight. Moon Young had paid a visit. That was the effect of her method acting. She had to be the character altogether, and sometimes it takes a while longer to let go of it. He understood that was what worked for her, and he could say she was doing a good job manifesting it.

He had been used to it as well. There were days when he visited only to find a timid Sang Mi sprawled on the living room floor. The other time it was the outspoken Hae Ji reading a book by yhe window. Tonight it was a very annoyed Ko Moon Young.

"Ko Moon Young, I didn't expect you would visit." He chuckled, the amusement in his voice ringing as she turned on his heel towards the kitchen counter. He knew she's still trying to snap out of it, so he prepared all the food quietly, bringing it over on the coffee table between them in the living room.

She quietly slides down from the couch into the warm carpet. She picks up her chopsticks and eats silently, chewing, and swallowing. He smiled watching her eat.

He had longed to hear her talk over dinner tonight, but by the looks of it, it wasn't going to be happening. He loved listening to her ramble about the most mundane things, her low pitched voice becoming music to his ears. The sultry, raspy tone of it making his heart come to a calm, bringing him serenity.

She was quiet, but he still enjoyed it. He was happy just by watching her eat, devouring everything in front of her. If there was one thing she and Moon Young had in common, it was the appetite. He had worried about her thin physique early in the relationship, but seeing the amount she manages to gobble down, he realized her eating dynamics had nothing to do with her figure. She was just natural beauty. Lucky him.

He made the kind effort if washing a few dishes, humming softly as the water gushes through the faucet. When he feels tiny arms wrap around his waist from the back, he smiles. He loved it when she did that.

"Is this Moon Young, or is my Yea Ji back?"

"I kicked Moon Young out. She tried to steal my boyfriend." He chuckles, turning the faucet off before he wipes his hands dry.

He wiggles in her hold, turning around so he was facing her. He lets out a smile, wrapping his arms around her small frame. She looks up at him with a smile, eyes curved into thin lines, and in an instant, he loses the capability to breathe. She continues to take his breath away, every single time.

He squeezes her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer.

"Did you enjoy the meal, hmm?" He tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear, marveling down at her. When she nods he smiles, cupping her small face in his large hand. When he leans in for a warm kiss she automatically closes her eyes, both of them smiling in between.

Her hands instinctively travel over his firm arms, around his nape, her fingers through his hair. He holds her tighter as if it was possible to have her any more closer. Their bodies were already pressed tightly against each other.

When he pulls back, he grins. He took pride in the idea that he was able to kiss her like this, hold her close. Touch her. Do things only others can imagine. He took pride in the fact that now she had freely allowed him to make her feel things, do things, to take the lead.

He couldn't forget that there was a time when even the slightest touch bothered her. Sent her blushing excessively, cowering under his stares and gentle brushes. He thought he was probably so despicable, she couldn't bear even the slightest intimacy.

But it wasn't him. It was her innocent values, blooming from her genuine wholesome perspectives of the world. He learned to ask for permission whenever he wanted to kiss her, to gradually inch his hand to hers so she doesn't get startled. It took her quite some time to get used to it until all the permissions became automatic. Instinctive.

He didn't need to work it out anymore. She could read it in the way he looked at her. And she learned to be confident around him as well. Initiating gentle touches, hugs, short kisses. They've come a long way, but she still had that innocence in her, the innocence he loved so much. He loved anything about her anyway.

"You stink." She mutters in a chuckle as she buries her head against his chest, inhaling his manly scent. He only laughs, swaying her side to side. She was the most honest person in the world, she was incapable of lying. So he really does stink.

"Hmm, really? I just came from the gym." She laughs.

"You should have showered." His laughter thunders, throwing his head back.

"I know. I was thinking I'd shower here instead. . . . . with you." She automatically unlinks her arms around him, playfully pushing his chest.

"Ande." She takes a step back, turning around with a laugh. It wasn't like she hated intimacy, she just can't help but feel uncontrollably shy. Even after all the nights they've spent together, she still couldn't help the warm blush that would creep up her cheeks.

He chuckles, holding on to her wrist to pull her back gently. He wraps her arms around her again, searching for her face. She couldn't look at him.

"Weh? It's not like I haven't seen y---" He gets cut off when she presses a hand against his mouth, sending both of them in light laughter.

"Stop it." She whines, furrowing her brows, pouting her lips.

"Stop what?" She lets out a gasp when he slightly lifts her up, setting her feet on top of his. He grins at her before he pulls her closer, pressing another kiss on her lips. He slowly walks them across the room, her feet on top of his, taking every step he was taking.

She held his arms tight, maintaining her balance as he leads her. She giggles in between the kiss.

"I know what you're trying to do."

He chuckles while he kisses her.

"Really? I'm just making my way to the shower." She shakes her head, smiling as she closed her eyes. Gone were the inhibitions when he starts to trail kisses on her jaw. She clears her throat at the growing heat that was starting to spread like wildfire all over her body. Her reaction to him was automatic.

A low moan erupts from the back of her throat when he trails hot, wet kisses down her long neck. She finally gives in to him as he makes his way inside the bedroom, straight to the bathroom. He was a little persistent than usual. He must've really missed her. But she couldn't deny it, he missed her too.

-end-

[sporadic-writer]

Age is but a Number

Sebastian Stan x reader

No warnings other than a swear or 2 and the age gap thing

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You began working for Marvel in about 2015. At that time you were 17 pushing 18. At 18 going on 19 Civil War was your first full film, but it worked because you were playing a character who was older than you actually were, but needed to look young. Your character was also Bucky's love interest. Well, sorta.. In the comics you were, but the movies had a slower build, more subtle. Regardless, the producers had you both hang out before filming to gain a sense of familiarity. He was cool and you both got along quite well. He liked how you didn't act as young as you were. You liked how funny and down to earth he was. A lovely friendship built as time went on.

But here you were, 5ish years later, dealing with press stuff for Avengers: Endgame. You were 22, managing college with being an actress, and trying to have a life with your friends still. You loved being a student and having this job, everyone was cool with you doing most of your filming and work during your breaks. Yet, it still could get overwhelming. Luckily, Sebastian and you had always remained close. He helped you manage everything and deal with the intense world of acting. As you got older, he noticed how well you handled everything. Yes, you still acted like a 22 year old girl at moments, it was normal. But most of the time you always seemed older and more mature despite being the youngest cast member. He respected you, and even grew to like you. The media caught on about how you both hung out more outside of set. Obviously, dating rumors and notes of the age gap spread out and around the world. Yet, neither of you stressed about it or let it get to you. Brushing it off, both of you went about life as usual. Neither of you talked about the relationship possibilities. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you liked seeing some fans point out details about how he acted in a flirty, or different manner around you. It added to your girly fantasy of you being with someone like Sebastian Stan. Things never really shifted between you guys until a Jimmy Fallon appearance with Mark Ruffalo.

Walking backstage with the two men you turned and looked at Sebastian. “Your ass nearly got us fired! Not in a single trailer, yet you almost blew a plot point. I know we don’t know if it’s true or not, but still! When we come back for the game, I am not taking blame if something goes to shit.”

Mark looked between you guys, “The fact that I held up better than you is sad dude. Thank God Y/N jumped in. But how is that the topic you are focusing on? Don’t look at me like that. Jimmy brought up you guys being a thing now that she isn't seeing Tom's friend anymore and I felt your hands stop messing with each other behind me on the couch! You froze! Just admit you like each other. We’ve seen it all but confirmed since the kiss that got cut in Infinity War.”

You both stopped and you looked to Mark, “We were messing with each other. So what? Then he brought us up so we focused on him. And that kiss was only a casual peck for the scene. Shut up man, I’m gonna wait in the green room for the game. I hope it’s that film noir truth or lie game! I wanna see what they dug up on me haha!"

You walked off and Sebastian kept his eyes on you until you turned the corner. “She didn’t deny it did she? That she likes me?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.. You’re over 30! Just grow a pair and talk to her.”

He hesitated, “She’s 15 years younger than me... I've known her since she graduated high school."

“What’s your point? Blake Lively is 11 years younger than Ryan. Jay-Z is 12 years older than Beyonce. George Clooney and his wife are 16 years apart. No one cares if you both like each other. Hell, Nick Jonas just married a woman 11 years older than him.” Mark looked at him like he was an idiot. “You like the girl, we all do. Go for it! She wouldn’t say no.”

“Really??” Mark simply nodded. Next thing he knew, he was heading to your green room.

He knocked and heard you say come in. You were sitting comfortably on the couch, scrolling on your phone and munching on snacks left by Jimmy and the crew. You looked up and said hey to him. He didn’t speak back and you looked up at him again. “What’s up man? You look like you saw someone get stabbed by the main curtain. "

He laughed a little and made eye contact with you. “Nah, I feel just a nervous though.”

You put your phone down, sat up, and looked up at him. “You were fine out there. What’s going on?”

“We get along really well right? And we have a lot of fun hanging out and talking right?”

“Yeah of course. What are you getting at here Seb? You’re being more random than usual.” You smiled at him in a questioning manner and invited him to sit next to you.

“Wow this is harder than it seemed in my head. I was just wondering if you would want to maybe, I don’t know...” He doesn’t really look at you, just the floor and rubs his hands on his pants. Suddenly, it seems to click for you.

“Wait. Are- are you asking me out?” You smile as you see him nod, still not really looking at you. “Hell yes I’ll go out with you. Since when are you so nervous to ask a girl out? You told me how you asked Jennifer Morrison out easily after meeting her.”

“Yeah well she wasn’t my friend first, and she isn’t 15 years younger than me.”

“Oh. That isn’t an issue is it? I mean well clearly not, you just asked me out. Hell Ellen and her wife are like 15 apart too." A knock on your door interrupted you. A guy with a headset on came in and told you to go to the main stage area for the game. You nodded and said you would both be out soon. You turned back to Sebastian and put your hand on his knee. “I would love to go out with you. Let’s just skip the awkward actual going out parts for the first date. Let’s do something slightly more serious than when we just hang. Sound good?”

“Yeah, damn you’re easier at this than me. But that sounds good.” He took note of how you said first date. The hope of more lingered. He stood up and held his hand out to help you up. Grabbing his hand he pulled you up and hugged his arm around your waist. Then the two of you met Mark and Jimmy and played Drinko much to your excitement!

SKIP TO THE DATE

You looked at your phone and remembered that Sebastian told you to just come in when you made it to his place. He insisted you come over and he could cook you dinner. Between all the press things, a dinner was a great choice. Neither of you had a home-cooked meal in forever. Plus, he wanted to show off. So walking in, you clutched the bottle of wine and tried to remain calm. 

“Sebastian?” You called out your heels clicked as you looked around. You could faintly smell something being made. Considering you saw no kitchen, you walked upstairs. The sight before you was adorable. He was dancing around to some music while stirring something around in a pan. He turned and saw you smiling as you watched him, but he also stopped dancing. “No don’t stop on my account.”

“Ha ha how clever. Sorry I didn’t hear you come in.” He took the bottle you brought and took your coat off for you. You thanked him and he laughed at the bottle. “Barefoot? Really?”

“Hey it isn’t pink is it? I had to pay some tuition bills yesterday, less funds than I anticipated. Figured this was better than nothing. Plus, my mom told me it’s rude to come to someone’s house for dinner empty handed.”

“Aren’t you such a lady. But I’m just messing with you, you brought it, so even then pink would have been fine. I’m just finishing this up, so you’re right on time. As long as I never drink peppermint schnapps again I’ll be fine. Mixing that with hot sauce, clam juice, and grape soda was horrible.” 

Looking at the kitchen area, you smiled. “Ha yeah I lucked out. Sunny D, whipped cream vodka, grape soda, and mountain dew? Hell I’m pretty sure I had that last semester at a Halloween party. But forget the gross stuff. Whatcha cooking? Creamy garlic shrimp, one of my favorites. How did you know?”

“I know you.” He said it so surely. And the bastard had the nerve to wink. Make you flustered. Well, two could play at this game.

You walked to get a couple glasses for the wine, making sure you sway your hips as you went past him. From your side eye you saw him check you out. “Like what you see old man?”

He didn’t even try to hide it. “I do. You look good Y/N, you always do.” As you went back to sit down and pour some wine for you both, he sat a nice plate of food in front of you. He went next to you and told you to dig in.

Taking the first bite let out a small, appreciative moan. “Holy shit. This is fantastic! I’m serious. Thank you for this. I’ve never actually had a guy cook for me, so really, thanks.”

“No need to thank me. Just keep going out with me.” His smile was so sweet. You just simply said of course.

"Can't say no to that." You smirked at him to the side of you as you both ate.

Once dinner was finished and cleaned up by the both of you he suggested you move to the living room balcony.

"Wait, you said a specific balcony. Do you have more than one?" He laughed as you both walked out. Wine glasses full with his better stuff after finishing the Barefoot you brought.

He stood next to you enjoying the view. "Yes there is another connected to the main bedroom."

"Wow. And I thought my campus apartment was fancy. This sure beats dorm furniture and faulty heating."

He chuckled, looking at you as you looked out at the city. "Why do you live on campus? I mean, you can afford a nicer place to finish school."

"Yeah but I cover rent for my roommates who truly depend on me for campus living so they can keep their scholarships. Going off campus would screw them over. Plus, I have too much money anyway. They wouldn't let me help with their tuition, so rent'll do." As you spoke you continue sipping the wine. It was enchanting and sparkling to see the lights of the city.

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?" You pondered as to what he could mean.

He turned fully to you and you did the same. He looked at you earnestly. "Stay normal when being a Marvel star? You balance getting a college degree and doing press tours world wide. I only do this and sometimes cannot stand it."

Shrugging you spoke, "Eh it isn't always easy. But managers and people working out schedules around my schooling have really helped. Plus, my folks, friends, and you guys have really helped. Especially you." You brought the glass to your face to hide a blush forming.

Sebastian pulled you by the waste, closer to him. You looked up and smiled at him. "Hey I was forced to be with you when we were younger. Only fitting I actually shaped you properly for the biz and so I wouldn't hate you." Ah that charm you fell so easily for. "I'm kidding. I like you for soo many reasons. I'll tell you them on the second date."

You put your wine glass down. "Good. I will love to hear those then. Because right now I don't wanna talk that much."

He laughed lightly. "Are you trying to make out with me Y/N? Ah darling, here I thought you were mature!" His hold around you tightened as you smiled.

You sighed as you ran a hand over his really toned pec. "Yeah.. mature. Not blind!" Your heart fluttered at the way he looked at you. Luckily, no more words were exchanged on the balcony til a while later when the sun finished setting.

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 2

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: 1- haha syke (sort of lol)! 2-thats why i asked this question, now you know!

yes, thats the only notes you need lol! oh and FEEDBACK PLEASE! :) please tell me how you think their coffee “date” will go?? would mean a lot!

Chapter 2 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

"Honey! I'm home!" I yelled as I walked inside, closing the door behind me and throwing my purse on the couch.

"Kitchen, babe!"

I followed the voice with a small smile and leaned against the door frame as I watched him bend down to take something off the oven. I crossed my arms and stared at him, trying to suppress a chuckle. With a quick head movement, he pushed a lock of his hair out of his face and raised his eyebrows at me with a smirk. I moved closer to him, taking a few steps slowly as he put the cookies he had just not burned for once in a plate.

"You know your son is way too young for cookies, right?"

His eyes became smaller as he looked at me and it made me laugh even more.

"I made them for you, silly!"

"Louis, come on." I pointed out with a frown. "I just spent two hours tasting wedding cakes and you think i'm in the mood for cookies?"

With a grimace, he grabbed two cookies and put one in front of me before sitting next to me at the table. I made the cookie turn around as I stared at it, feeling suddenly a bit nervous. I wasn't really sure I wanted to have this discussion but I told Louis everything. I was surely not going to keep that kind of information from him.

"Okay my queen, talk to me, what happened?"

He slid his arm on the table until his hand reached mine. I let go of the cookie and gripped his fingers tight. His hand was warm, as it always was, but it took me a few seconds to look up in his eyes. When I did, my heart skipped a beat. He was clearly concerned and worried and I just shrugged a shoulder before looking down again.

"I saw Niall."

Suddenly, the grip of his fingers became tighter and I held my breath. Louis and I had been through so much together during the past year and I was scared this would somehow change the dynamic we had. I knew he kept talking with Niall from time to time but it was far from being the way it used to be between them. I never asked Louis to choose between us, and I never even made allusions to it for the simple reason that they were friends before we were and I knew he still considered Niall like a brother. Who was I anyway to decide who Louis could and couldn't hang out with?

That being said, Louis and I had worked on ourselves individually a lot. We both went to therapy, tried to follow our dreams, found love and learned to accept ourselves as full human beings. We didn't need love to be complete and we didn't need our soulmates either. Of course, it didn't feel so easy when Niall was close but if I wanted to be honest, I thought it would hurt a lot more to see him again.

"He was with his girlfriend?"

"No." I replied with a shrug before adding a 'thank god' in my head.

"How did that make you feel?"

I took a few seconds to think and finally looked up, my eyes meeting his as a small smile spread across my lips.

"It's... Niall, you know? I'll always feel something when he's around. That's what you said, right? Soulmates and all that?" He nodded slowly and I shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, I will love him forever but... he broke me, and I don't want to let him break me again."

Louis' face change and he sent me a sincere smile before nodding quickly this time. He squeezed my fingers and tapped my thigh a few times a bit too roughly.

"Ow!"

"That's my queen!"

He got up and kissed the top of my head, making me roll my eyes but chuckle. He walked to the fridge and took a beer out before opening it and throwing the cap in the sink. I stared again at the cookie on the table and swallowed, playing over and over the encounter I had with Niall in my head. He looked good and happy and I couldn't help but think that he never regretted his decision to break up with me. Of course, it took him a few months to get a new girlfriend but when he did, something inside of me died. I remembered exactly when I found out he was dating someone and it was probably the biggest slap in the face I had ever had. I cried for a week, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. All I could think about was how his love for me, if it ever existed, was clearly not strong enough but even worse, he didn't even try to keep my friendship.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

I sighed and closed my eyes for a few seconds as I tried to get my heartbeats back to a normal pace. I couldn't hide anything to Louis, even if I wanted.

"Not so much him but what I meant for him."

Louis walked back next to me and crouched down, one of his knees on the floor and his hand on my thigh. He waited until our eyes met and he raised his eyebrows.

"We've been through that, remember?" Louis pointed out in a soft tone. "He was scared to be trapped and he let go of the most important person in his life. You were not the problem, Liv."

"He's with someone now." I just said, shaking me head, after letting out a long sigh. "And with her too I mean, he replaced me with her."

Louis nodded very slowly, pressing his lips together and making the left corner of my lips raise up.

"Yes, besides you, my friend Neil has very bad tastes in women."

It was not true at all but I appreciated the lie and I tilted my head to stare at Louis. I had moved back to my apartment after Niall broke up with me and Louis was the one who had picked my stuff at Niall's for me. We hung out together and he's the one who pushed me to write what I wanted to write. My father agreed to make a special section for my story on his site and within a few hours, there were more views than any other page of the site. I found someone to play the male character and I gave myself the role of the female one until I got the e-mail that literally changed my life.

Netflix. I barely believed it and I had to read the e-mail twice but it turned out to be real and after some negotiation, my tv show was about to be re-made with a bigger budget and real actors and this time, it was going to be seen by way more people. I didn't have to insist to keep playing in it, they quickly agreed to that term of the contract and it surprised me. Apparently, I was not so bad of an actress, who would have known? That's why I moved to L.A. with Louis : to live a dream I wasn't even aware I had before, when I was dating Niall. There are so many things I didn't know when I was with him, including who I was. Now, it was different.

"So." Louis continued, getting up to grab his beer again. "Did you girls go with Liam's request and pick chocolate?"

I raised my eyebrows in amusement and my lips parted a bit as we stared at each other.

"How do you know that?"

Louis' smile turned into a smirk. "He asked me and I said I wanted chocolate too! So I said he should harass Julie and he said I should harass you. So I had to challenge him, and he lost."

My face twisted and I frowned, suddenly a bit scared.

"What was the challenge?"

"Oh, darling, you don't want to know." his accent had turned thicker and his smirk bigger, making me shake my head. "Trust me."

"You're right, I don't want to know."

He laughed a bit and moved his chin in my direction as he leaned against the counter, his beer still in hand. He took the last sip and put it away before swallowing and licking his lips. I loved Louis. I really, really loved Louis.

"So? Chocolate?"

I grimaced and sent him an offended look as I shook my head again.

"It's like you don't even know me!"

"What did you pick then?"

I didn't have time to answer. My lips just parted a bit before we both heard the doorbell. I jumped on my feet and we both rushed to the living room to reach the front door.

"Me!" I yelled as I tried to be faster than him.

"Oh please, it's clearly for me!"

I laughed as he pushed my hips with his and even more when both our hands ended up on the knob, twisting it at the same time without opening the door. We laughed and when the door finally opened wide, my smile grew.

"So, who won this time?"

I forgot the game I had with Louis and barely even heard my boyfriend's question. I just tilted my head and bit my bottom lip. He looked pretty and the way he smiled always got to me. Louis let him walk in and he just opened his arms, bending down slightly to wrap them around my waist and pull me up. I laughed like a school girl and looked down at him, bringing my lips against his.

"Clearly, I won." I whispered only for him to hear, licking my lips before kissing him again.

He chuckled against my mouth and finally put me down but I kept him close and deepened the kiss. The fact that we were still acting like new lovers was nice and I hoped it would never stop.

After moving here, we were about to cast auditions for the other characters but I was mostly nervous about the male lead since I was going to do most scenes with him and even kiss him. I was allowed to have a say in who they would pick but before we could even start the auditions, I received a message on twitter. My account was not private anymore and was even verified, which was something I never thought would ever be possible. I was not the kind of person who liked attention but it was still important for me to remain on social medias, even if I wasn't online as much as other people.

Most of the messages I was tagged in were about Niall and I couldn't blame his fans who asked about me but it was surprising to see it even after so long. At first, the tweets about some of them being 'devastated' by our break-ups made me cry but now I just felt nostalgic of what I once had with him. One time, though, I got a notification that I was tagged in a post and when I clicked on it, I choked on my coffee. Dylan O'Brien. Dylan fucking O'Brien had tagged me and had added 'would love to play in your show!'

After a few days of chatting online, we had finally decided to talk on the phone and I realized he was the funniest and sweetest guy in the world. It's only really the very first time I met him that I realized I had it bad, though. He came to the audition but in my head, the part was already his, and when our eyes met, I felt it inside of me. It could have been just me being starstruck but when he had smiled at me, my heart had fluttered in a way it hadn't since... since Niall.

"You two get a fuckin' room." Louis let out, but I could hear amusement in his voice.

I turned to him and he sent me a smirk just as I showed him my middle finger.

"I live here too, remember?" I asked jokingly.

The plan when we moved here was to buy a house together, support each other and spend as much time as we could with each other. Did Louis and I ever had sex after that infamous night? Maybe, but quickly, we had both stopped needing it. Not because we weren't in pain anymore, but because we had other distractions and other things to focus on. I hadn't received my first check yet but it was coming and I knew it. I couldn't wait to give some of my money to Louis for the house but only as a rent. He was keeping the house to live in it with his girlfriend while I had planned to move with Dylan very soon. Everything was falling into place, and just as I thought my life was exactly the way it was supposed to be, I saw Niall again.

"Yea well you two lovebirds will have the house for yourself tonight." Louis explained, grabbing his wallet from the coffee table and looking for his keys. "I'll be gone all night."

"Say hello to Eleanor for me!"

Louis sent me a smirk and a wink before walking up to us and bending down to kiss my cheek.

"Will do." he promised in a low tone. "Goodnight queen."

A few months earlier, I had heard Louis cry himself to sleep at night. It was not something unusual, I knew it happened from time to time since his mother had passed away, but I remember leaning against the wall of his room for half an hour, listening to him cry and crying with him. If he had wanted me to be there with him, he would have asked, I knew it, that's why I didn't knock or tried to talk to him, but at the same time, it was hard to handle, and I couldn't pretend I knew him as much as Eleanor did. He was also crying for her, I was well aware of that, and on that night, I had messaged her. I didn't have to beg her to come over, she just did. She literally took a fucking plane to come here and comfort him. If that's not love then I have no idea what is.

"Goodnight, pet."

Louis raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger at me. "Don't call me that, ever, remember?"

I just shrugged and laughed, feeling Dylan's hand grab my fingers gently as he chuckled too. He suddenly turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh hey, you were trying out wedding cakes today, how did it go?"

"She didn't pick chocolate mate, don't even bother." Louis grimaced, making Dylan smile more.

"Of course she didn't, i'd say..." he turned to me and his eyes got smaller as he pondered. "She hesitated and almost picked raspberry but ended up choosing.. strawberry and cream."

My lips curled and I shook my head. "How do you know me so well?"

"O'Brien, I hate you." Louis just said, slapping gently my boyfriend's chest. "Thanks for making sound like a loser."

"You're welcome!" Dylan joked as I rolled my eyes at their interaction.

I waited as Louis typed something on his phone and he finally looked up at us and smiled before leaving. As soon as the door closed behind him, I received a text message and walked up to my purse to look at it.

'Tell him!!!!' Louis had typed with clearly too many exclamation points.

I just sent him a thumb up and when I went back, I felt my lips curl very slightly at the sight of the emoji Niall sent me. It was good seeing him, it felt amazing to be near him. It was so hard to realize that my best friend was not my best friend anymore, and although I knew that life is just like that sometimes, it still hurt. This year away from each other was needed, at least for me, to find myself, but I always thought Niall would remain in my life forever.

"So strawberries and cream uhm?" Dylan said to catch my attention. "I can live with that."

I threw my phone on the couch and sighed with a smile, turning his way. I grabbed the front of his shirt and finally looked up in his eyes, licking my lips as his hands reached my waist.

"Can you live with me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and making him chuckle low.

"Damn right I can."

He pulled me closer and kissed me, making my heart skip a beat. I had never compared Dylan to Niall but at that exact moment, I couldn't help myself. They were both smart, kind and funny, the main difference being that Dylan hadn't shattered my heart in pieces, at least not yet. The way they kissed was different too. Niall kissed me passionately, impatiently and deeply. Dylan kissed me gently, like I was something fragile, something important he didn't want to break, or simply because he wanted to take his time and feel every second of it. He kissed me like every kiss actually meant way more than we both thought.

I felt him deepen the kiss and my heart jumped again. I couldn't do anything with him before telling him about my day, and all I could see behind my eyelids was Louis' text message.

"Mm, I have something to tell you." I whispered against his lip, making him pull away immediately.

He stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes roaming on my face, and I suddenly felt extremely nervous. He was never the jealous type but I don't think anyone could enjoy their lover meeting again with their ex, especially knowing Niall and I's history.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing's wrong, no, don't worry." It wasn't a lie. I sent him a small smile and shrugged. "I just wanted you to know that... I saw Niall, today."

His eyebrows raised slightly but fell back down half a second later. He stared down at me, mostly trying to decipher how i felt about it instead to react to it, and it made something in my heart stir. He was perfect and I loved him, I really did.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked  gently after about a minute of silence. "How did it go?"

"It went... well." I admitted, nodding slowly and glancing down before looking up in his eyes. "He asked if we could meet again for a coffee but I didn't message him yet. I'm just not sure if I should go."

Dylan's lips curled slightly just as his eyebrows raised. "Not because of me, yea?"

I shrugged both shoulders, feeling suddenly embarrassed. One of the reasons why I was not sure was him, but an other part of me, a part I didn't want to show, was simply scared. I was scared that things wouldn't be like they used to be, I was scared that we wouldn't really get along, I was scared that the old me would resurface and I was scared... I was scared of the feelings I could have again if I spent time with him.

"You can go see him, Liv." he let out softly, bringing one of his hands to my face to caress my cheek with his fingertips. "Not that you were waiting for my approval or that you need it but, I know there's so many things you want to tell him and ask him and... it's normal. I can't even begin to understand the relationship you two had, all I know is... it was intense. There's some part of you that will always love him and I'm fine with that. Just... go. And you'll see."

Slowly, my lips curled as I stared at him. I brought my hand to his hair and slipped my fingers in it before sighing. I felt suddenly lighter and I was not sure why. Perhaps knowing that my boyfriend was fine with it helped.

I mouthed a 'thank you' and he smiled more, shaking his head.

"There's no reason to thank me." he just said, pulling me closer and kissing my lips. "I love you, Olivia."

I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes, inhaling him before squeezing him tighter against me. It felt good and I felt safe but I finally pulled away and smiled.

"Okay so food and a movie?" he proposed, raising his eyebrows before I grimaced.

"Oh I wish, I mean food, but i'm gonna have to eat in front of my computer." I explained with a sigh, letting my head fall lightly on my shoulders. "I need to write and my mind is lazy these days."

"Why don't you inspire yourself of what we're going through right now?"

I stared at him and raised my eyebrows at the idea before Dylan just chuckled and winked at me. I knew that to write something good, it had to be close to something I was living, but playing it on screen was about to be a challenge if I did that.

"I'll make food you just... work."

I thanked him and grabbed my phone before sitting in front of my computer. I started typing a few ideas here and there but the truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about Niall. Dylan was right, there were many things I wanted to tell him, many things I wanted to ask. but at the same time, I was well aware that I wouldn't be able to let it out all at the same time. I also knew we had to be in a public place, if only to be sure I wouldn't end up yelling or in tears.

'Coffee tomorrow afternoon, are you free? 🤪’

I didn't want to let Niall make me emotional the way I used to be when we were dating, or even before. He always had so much power over me and I didn't want him to anymore. I didn't want anyone to have to much power over me.

'Always free for you 🥰’

The emoji he picked made my lips curl and I quickly texted him a time and place before putting my phone away. I stared at my work on the screen and sighed to myself. I didn't really want to add Niall to my story, I was too scared of how realistic it would become, since my real boyfriend was already playing my on-screen boyfriend, and I decided to push this idea away.

Dylan came back with a plate of pastas and it made me wonder how long I had spent in front of an almost empty document. He sat to face me and my eyes moved up to him.

"I'm stuck."

"Did you message Niall? Are you gonna see him soon?"

I felt my heart skip a beat at his question but he kept staring at me as he brought the fork to his mouth. The fact that it was super casual for him made me squirm a bit on my seat. Was that a good or a bad thing?

"Yea, tomorrow afternoon."

"Good." he nodded, pushing the plate my way. I sent him a smile and started eating too. "Maybe it'll inspire you."

His eyebrows raised and he chuckled when some sauce landed on my shirt and I quickly tried to wipe it off, making him laugh even more.

"Guess you're gonna have to take it off." he just pointed out.

I looked up at him only to see a smirk gracing his face and I chuckled too, tilting my head. I pushed my plate away and leaned closer to him, sending him an amused smile and keeping my voice low.

"Maybe you should take it off yourself."

[borhapparker]

another day of sun  |  sam holland

summary: in which the reader is an actress and for the lip sync battle against co-star tom holland, she does the song from "la la land", but she actually sings and dances and sam falls in love with her a little more than he did before the performance

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The lip sync battle was the biggest event when it came to promoting Spider-Man: Homecoming, and the two main actors, Y/n Y/L/N and Tom Holland were chosen to participate against each other. They were told to pick two different songs, and learn choreography for the event.

Tom had chosen his two songs by the first week of practice. Y/n was still undecided. She wanted her performance to be unique, as she thouht of new and creative ways to not only show her hidden talents but also her commitment to an activity.

Meanwhile, Sam Holland had developed a small crush on his brother's co-star. There was something about her that made his gaze linger every time he saw her or heard her name. His brothers were aware of his crush on the young actress, and Harrison even invited him to attend the lip sync battle in person.

That's exactly what Sam did. Maybe he would approach her today. Maybe he would actually have the guts to tell her how he felt.

The lights were dimmed as Sam watched from the terrace, his eyes looking down at the stage, and the doors opened to reveal Cool J and Chrissy Tiegen, the hosts.

"Hello and welcome to Lip Sync Battle! Today, we have two very important and talented actors! You might have seen him playing out very own superhero, Spider-Man! He's flexible, agile and saves cats! Please welcome, Tom Holland!"

Sam's brother ran out, a smile on his face as he greeted te audience, and turned his attention up, waving to Sam and Harrison, before reaching up and fist bumping both.

"Now, Tom's rival worked with him on his first superhero movie. You might recognize as Spider-Man's love interest and new spiderling! Please welcome Y/n Y/L/N!"

And there she was. Her hair was perfectly brushed on her head, as no strand was out of place. She was wearing blue rolled up jeans, white converse on her feet and a striped sleveless shirt. She jogged to the audience, giving high fives to the audience before she made her way to the terrace, where she waved at Harrison and Sam, making Sam's heart skip a beat. He waved back, as Y/n retreated next to his brother.

"So, today we have both spiderlings. How does it feel to be on Lip Sync Battle against each other?"

"It's definitely a new experience. I don't think any amount of preperation can help me get through these performances. But I'm willing to try and beat y/n, which I know I will." Tom smiled at y/n, who scoffed and brought the microphone to her lips.

"Oh, Holland, I am prepared to bring you down. You will definitely regret coming up against me. You will go down."

The audience roared with laughter as the banter went on for a couple seconds before Tom was introduced for his first performance.

He quickly went behind the scenes and removed his jacket, revealing a sleeveless shirt and a gold chain necklace, a smile on his face.

His lip sync battle started out really well, lot's of energy was displayed as he moved around, the mic to his lips as he lip synced his way across the stage. His performance ended a little quick, as the host thanked him and welcome y/n's performance.

Sam was excited to see what she had practiced. She picked the song "24k Magic" by Bruno Mars, as the whole staged was transformed and she did her choreography.

Even Harrison was surprised, as he watched the young actress move gracefully across the stage, mouthing the lyrics and morphing her face into various expressions.

Her performance ended and Tom was next again.

Sam was still stunned by her performance that he didn't pay as much attention to his brother's performance, and as quickly as it began, it was over and it was Y/n's turn.

The stage lights seemed to turn off as they brought in a couple different set pieces before she appeared, now changed into a completely different outfit.

She was wearing a light pink dress and black heels, her hair pulled up in a ponytail before the music started. And Sam was speechless.

The familiar notes of "Another Day of Sun" from La La Land played through the auditorium, as Sam watched her dance and move her body gracefully between the choreographers on stage.

And when the lyrics began, it wasn't the usual actress singing from the movie.

It was her singing.

"I think about that day, I left him at Greyhound station West of Santa Fe. We were seventeen, but he was sweet and it was true. Still I did what I had to do Cause I just knew,"

Her body moved, as one of the choreographers extended his hand out to her, as she smiled before letting go, and he disappeared into the other dancers. She kept moving, her heels only showing how graceful she was on stage.

Her feet semed to move in front of the other, as she swayed and skipped, her feet sometimes cutting into other movements before she kept singing.

"Summer: Sunday nights We'd sink into our seats Right as they dimmed out all the lights A technicolor world made out of music and machine It called me to be on that screen And live inside each scene."

She kept dancing, as the choreographers took her lead and followed her steps, replicating and imitating her as they kept going, the song playing for a couple more seconds until it ended, and everyone in the audience cheered for the actress, as the host and Tom were surprised.

"You didn't lip sync that one, did you?" Her response was immediate, as she shook her head, out of breath.

"I've got to say, that was amazing. Probably better than my performance, not gonna lie." Tom complimented her as she tried to catch her breath, looking at him and smiling.

"Yeah, that was definitely different. Did not expect that to come from this stage. That was truly a difficult performance and it seems like it was a lot of fun."

"It definitely was. I honestly surprised myself but, overall, I think we both did a really good job. Don't underestimate yourself, Tom. You did really well."

The last few moments of the show went by fairly quickly, as Chrissy came down from her podium with the "winner's belt", as they announced the winner, which was no one other than Y/n.

Everyone was surprised, especially since her last performance she didn't lip sync, but Sam was ecstatic. Maybe after the show he would finally tell her.

Harrison and Sam were backstage now, as they headed to where Tom and Y/n were, as the belt was loosely on her hips, her hands holding it up before Tom unclasped it and Y/n put it over her shoulder, a smile on her face. As soon as she saw Sam and Harrison, she handed it over to Tom, who had a smile on his face. She was still wearing her heels, as she ran cautiously over to the two boys before Harrison embraced her first, his arms wrapped around her waist as he congratulated her.

As soon as he let go, she turned to Sam, her arms wrapping around his body as he hugged back, lifting her off the floor and twirling her in his arms.

"You did absolutely amazing, love."

"Thank you."

Sam put her down carefully, as she kept her arms loosely around his shoulders before she slowly started leaning in, Sam copying her movements.

Their lips seemed to melt together as they met for a passionate kiss. It wasn't rushed or needy, it was full of love. They unveiled their "secret" crush on each other out as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he placed his hands on her hips.

They separated way too soon for both of them, but they weren't complaining.

That was the best goddamn kiss they've ever had. And the best part, was that it was with each other.

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[itsclydebitches]

3 topics this time!

1.) I was watching Sarcastic Chorus’ video on Star Vs The Forces of Evil, and near the end there was a comment that stuck with me. “These ideas are present, but not fully explored. I like to call them the window shopping of ideas.”

And that was just such a perfect way of describing it. When I first heard it, I immediately thought of My Hero Academia and RWBY. And while both have this problem in spades, RWBY is much more obvious about it. Every single time RWBY introduces a concept they’ll look at it, try it on for a bit, and then dump it on the floor for other people to deal with, and then leave without buying into anything.

Raven? Dumped. Beacon? Dumped. Has anyone seen Tai? Glynda? Sun? Are the grimm still roaming around? Are we sure that Salem hasn’t yet retrieved the relic from Beacon? Wasn’t Nora supposed to get development? Are she and Ren still having problems? Shouldn’t Jaune be learning how to control his semblance better? Especially since it’s something so helpful? Didn’t Robyn need immediate medical attention? But she somehow survived? And is perfectly okay? How? Wasn’t she in a serious medical condition? Is Haven still in chaos? Where is Watts? Is he locked up? Or did he escape while the mains were throwing their temper tantrums? Where’s Tyrian? Where are all of the other students? All dumped. Little to no explanation, and off to the next shop.

2.) I disappeared for a bit after your recap because I was so purely infuriated with the last two episodes. Ironwood shooting Oscar feels ignorable to me in a way because it’s such an out of left field, ooc moment, that my brain is just refusing to acknowledge it. It’s horrible, terrible writing. And it feels a lot like shark jumping.

But as someone who started writing fanfiction in middle school, I get where they were coming from. They wanted a fall from grace story. Cool. Got it. But that takes time. If they wanted to do this properly, it should have been given much more time. Hit the topic episode 1 of the season and devote little time to anything else. The election? Scrap it. Overall it was barely relevant. Robyn. Skip it. Again, barely relevant. Don’t have Ruby&Co hiding info. That takes up time and attention. Have them put all of their cards on the table immediately. (It also serves to not make them hypocrites.) Give the teams another solution to save everyone. (At least a reasonably feasible one.)

Have the kids argue it out. Have Ironwood refuse to budge because they’ve already put too much time into the plan before Ruby and friends came along. Have Weiss go to her mother ask her to set up a meeting with the council to protest what Ironwood is doing. And have her gain their trust by revealing what her father has been doing. If you really want to do this in such little time, it’s possible, but you have to dedicate the time that you do have to it. If you don’t want to do that, and you don’t want to pace it out for another season, then scrap it. In the overall story for the show Ironwood being evil is wholly unnecessary. It adds nothing  to the show. Especially since they’ve already done this twist.

You could also make it so that the Ace Ops were going behind Ironwood’s back to betray him to Salem. Have the ace ops getting along with the mains to gather information. You could also have had Ironwood going down a dark path since his reintroduction. Have him plant spyware on them. Have him in shadows. Have him looking menacing in scenes. Alluding to terrible things that he might be doing. Looking at secret files. Messing with the relic. But for the love of god, don’t do what you’ve done. It was messy and lazy. If you can’t (or don’t want to) devote the time and effort to make this work, then remove it from your story.

3.) There was an article about the fan backlash regarding Clover’s death. In it, it talked about how anyone upset was just a whiny woman who was upset that she can’t fantasize about two gay men. And that it wasn’t queerbaiting or burying your gays because Clover wasn’t officially canonized as such. And that the show has Bumblebee, so it can’t be doing either of those things. And I was so disgusted by it and the comments that followed that I had to get off the internet for awhile. There’s just so much wrong with that.

No, Clover was not said to be anything other than straight in canon. (He wasn’t said to be straight either, so…) However, if we are only going with what has explicitly been stated in the show; then I will not be accepting Bumblebee as a legitimate point for the show from the same people any longer.

Do they seem to be headed into a relationship? Sure. And I hope that it gets proper time and follow through. But if we’re only accepting relationships and sexualities by being told in universe, then you can’t use that as a shield. Because nothing has been said. The writers could change their minds, place them in relationships with male characters, say that they’re straight (you better not RT, do not take this as a legitimate idea to do) and act like nothing ever happened. But it wouldn’t matter, according to this logic, because they never technically canonized it. And I know that it’s a little different, given that we’re shown Blake and Yang having signs of romance feelings for each other, but by this argument, nothing matters unless we’re spoon fed information. And  that brings me to my next point.

In the history of media wlw pairings have always been more ‘acceptable’ than mlm ones. Because there’s a history of denial and fetishizing them. It it’s women, then of course they’re all over each other! They’re women! With all those emotions and need for physical contact! If they’re in a relationship with another woman? That’s fine! It’s not a real relationship! They’re just playing! They need a man! And just imagine! Two attractive women being attracted to you, good sir! And imagine being such a studly man that these women change their sexualities just for you! Women are fickle after all! They change their minds all the time! 

A man in a relationship with another man? Is seen as unnatural. Because straight men can’t fantasize about it. They can’t fetishize it. And therefore, there’s no need for it in media. They don’t want it there. And I don’t want to accuse the writers at RWBY of specifically thinking this way, but it is the way media tends to go. And while the lead characters are women, and a good amount of the fandom are women, there’s still room to question if this is what’s happening. The main leads are all young, thin, and conventionally attractive. Even when in a place that marked by how cold it is, the clothes are more for style and having the girls look attractive over function. The only one of them that looks even remotely clothed appropriately for the weather is Weiss. And when you get to the male characters, they’re either evil, dead, or given so little character that half the time they’re easy to forget. Because the story nor the writing is interested in men.

Also, I’ve noticed a disturbing trend of the writing suddenly getting rid of characters that fans pair with Qrow. First Ozpin, then Ironwood, then Clover. You could probably make an argument for Tai being shunted off once that started to gain traction in fandom as well. It’s creepy. 

(Sorry if anything is phrased badly. One of the problems I have with social things is that I never know if I’ve phrased something well enough to get my point across without being offensive. Still working on it, so let me know!)

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Response under the cut! 

1. absolutely love that phrase: “Window shopping ideas.” I feel like I may have heard it before, but not enough for it to stick. It really is perfect though. The story looks at something, seems to consider it seriously, maybe even tries it on… but in the end doesn’t commit. We move onto the next piece of clothing—or even the next store—without, ultimately, having achieved anything other than introducing the possibility of buying a new outfit (telling a cohesive story). One of the most common compliments I hear RWBY get, and one I agree with, is that it has so many cool ideas. The problem is this isn’t a tumblr post going, “Here are all my fun headcanons, random concepts, and nifty details vaguely held together by a broad plot.” Cool ideas alone isn’t enough to carry a mainstream story a lot of people are paying for, certainly not one as long and complex as RWBY has become. Granted, every story has window shopping to a certain extent. We can acknowledge that there are different levels: 

Dropping Glynda is super understandable largely due to the issues surrounding her voice actress. Finding someone new for Qrow is one thing because he’s still actively a part of the plot, but if you’ve lost an actress for a character currently off screen, it’s tempting to just keep her off screen. I get that. It’s an arguably smart sacrifice. 

Dropping Jaune’s development is somewhat understandable because we acknowledge that change within a cast this size has to cycle. Jaune got to improve last volume through figuring out how to heal that guy’s arm and amplify Ren’s semblance. So his development takes a backseat the next volume to make room for others’. Problem is… 

Dropping something like Nora and Ren’s development is both Not Good and actively hurting the justification behind dropping other things (like Jaune). What did we learn about Ren and Nora this volume? Nothing. There was no insight into Nora like we were led to believe there would be. Ren obviously has a lot of stuff he’s trying to work through, but the story actively kept him from working through it by silencing him with a kiss. And the kiss itself? Great in regards to moving forward with their romantic relationship, but we already knew that relationship existed. We were clear about Ren and Nora being a couple up until Ren voiced hesitation… which, as said, was then ignored. The kiss achieved little in the grand scheme of things and, unlike something like Blake/Yang, doesn’t function to provide absolutely needed proof. Again, it’s good we got it, it just wasn’t done particularly well and was done in place of much more important development. I don’t need them to kiss this second because their moments in Volume 4-6 firmly established that they’re a couple. I do need to know more about who Nora is, whether Ren agrees with Ironwood, and why he’s so torn about this relationship that just the concept of hitting a fake version of Nora in battle makes him cry. (Because seriously, don’t they spar? That was clearly something much bigger than just not wanting to his his girlfriend.) 

So… yeah. A lot of window shopping. Which connects to: 

2. The fact that yeah, there was too much going on this volume which resulted in none of it getting the time it needed. We keep coming back to the question of “What is the point?” What was the point of resurrecting Penny if she wasn’t going to grow as a person, or help Ruby do the same? What’s the point of spending so much time on Robyn learning to trust Ironwood only for her to immediately reject him on the airship? What’s the point of devoting time to Qrow and Clover’s friendship if Qrow thinks so little of it he’ll team up with Tyrian instead? What was the point of framing Penny? What’s the point of spending SO much time showing justified and sympathetic scenes of Ironwood if you’re going to take a sharp right and randomly make him shoot a kid in the finale? What’s the point of the group being devastated by Ozpin lying to them if they’re just going to turn around and tell the same lies? Nothing amounted to anything. All the time we spent developing Thing A was dropped for Thing B. Continuing the analogy, the characters spent a whole volume admiring the red dress, checking the price, talking about reasons why this was the perfect purchase for them to make… only to turn around and buy a pair of pants instead, something we haven’t even seen them look at, let alone try on. The journey these characters took is entirely disconnected from where they ended up. 

3. Oof yeah. All of that is a complex af topic that deserves more than my quick response… but suffice to say, anyone who believes that “wasn’t queerbaiting or burying your gays because Clover wasn’t officially canonized as such” fundamentally doesn’t understand what queerbaiting is. The whole point is that it’s NOT canonized. Like Blake/Yang remain. I admit 100% that Clover and Qrow were not teased in the same way that other potential queer couples have been (such as Dean/Cas in Supernatural), but there were a lot of hints and coding that encouraged a queer reading regardless and fans are right to point that out, regardless of what RT’s intentions may have been. Even if you don’t want to go that route, this volume still—quite obviously—encouraged a close friendship, something that in and of itself is chock-full of implications given the history of the buddy duo/opposites attract trope. Whether you read Qrow and Clover as platonic or potentially romantic, the end result is the same: two men embodied an intimate and gentle relationship (something rare for two “straight” guys) and then one was horrifically murdered off in order to “justify” the destruction of the one other friendship Qrow still has going. There’s a lot in there for fans to be upset with, especially when it was all set up so poorly. And frankly, until RT actually canonizes Blake/Yang, I’m not going to make any blanket statements about how they would never queerbait, not matter how lightly. Because you’re right. We don’t know what we’ll get in the future and no matter how seemingly obvious it is that they will enter a relationship at some point…we can’t swear that it will actually make it on screen. In which case everything we’ve seen—romantic hand-holding, intense blushes, going out on presumed dates—would enter the realm of really intense queerbaiting, which in turn would drastically color how viewers read Clover and Qrow. You proved with one couple that you’re willing to string viewers along… so why would we claim you weren’t doing the same here, even though it was a lot more subtle? As an on-going series it’s hard to make any definite statements about RWBY’s representation, but given how long it’s taking for their presumed, primary queer couple to get together (no matter how little time has passed in-world the writers are still making the fanbase wait years) and the history surrounding Clover and Qrow’s character types as well as the ending they got… I’m more than a little uncomfortable. Just like I was uncomfortable with the decision to make the first queer character a villain who blames her crush for those feelings, her abusive relationship, all while trying to murder her parents. That stuff hurts in a world where queer media is still both rare and often badly done. Even if next volume Blake/Yang becomes canon and RT has A+ rep moving forward, we’re still left for the next year with one queer coded character denouncing all his male friendships, one close male friend dead, and two women dancing around each other. Volume 7 has a lot of things that on their own aren’t necessarily that bad, but pull them all together and it paints a far worse picture. 

(Also yeah, another anon mentioned how RWBY is popular because it’s not fanservice and I’m like, “Yes… but also no lol. I have things to say about how ‘We don’t do giant breasts or pantie shots!’ shouldn’t be the only bar we strive to meet.) 

[theworldinclines]

yo! i've been following your tumblr mostly just for cql because aha :^) you know how it is :^) but it's left a void in my chest. i know you rb a lot of content for other shows, so i figured i'd ask you for some recs (and the best places to watch them uwu)!! thanks so much i'd die for u

Hello anon!! I totally get you 💀 I’m gonna assume that you want me to rec BLs, so I’ll tell you only the ones that I’ve liked best and why, where I watched them, and possible trigger warnings as well for you :)

So first up is my favorite: Theory of Love

Who stars in it: Off Jumpol (as Kai) and Gun Atthaphan (as Third), aka OffGun, aka icons and best friends who we stan to this very day

Why I recommend: I adore this show for so many reasons but overall the vibe is just so good dfhkhkhj It references like a trillion rom-coms and I won’t spoil it but there is a literal montage of some classic rom-com scenes done by the main characters that is just so fucking hysterical, I cry every time. There’s also a compilation here of movie posters that they recreated to imitate some classic rom-coms as well, which made me DIE from emotions I tell you what. This show is just so funny and makes fun of itself with characters that you genuinely grow to adore. Kai is a chaotic dumb of ass bisexual and we love him in this house (as infuriating as he can be lmfao). It’s so rewatchable GOD 10/10 would recommend.

Warnings: There is no sexual abuse in the show of any kind, except for one scene that is just a kiss and very mild, so I think you’d be all good there. :)

Where to watch: I watched it on YouTube! Here’s the link to episode one part one

History3: Trapped

Who stars in it: Jake Hsu (plays Shao Fei) and Chris Wu (plays Tang Yi), aka weirdos who can’t stop laughing while filming and being dumb in general and I love that for them and me

Why I recommend: I loved it. The main couple is adorable with so much chemistry and I will be totally honest, they remind me SO MUCH of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian. Like on the rewatch I just did of this show, I couldn’t believe the similarities the character Shao Fei has to Wei Wuxian and his counterpart Tang Yi has to Lan Wangji. Like. When I tell you I was shook the house, I mean it. But the side couple is ALSO iconic the house and the CUTEST like if you don’t want to adopt Zhao Zi and also officiate his wedding by the show’s end, I’d be shocked dfhhkghdjkl All in all, it’s such a funny show with very tender, heartfelt moments that are to die for. This show has it all: plot twists, cops falling in love with mobsters and vice versa, a character whose goal in life is to just eat as much good food as possible… amazing.

Warnings: The show has fighting and violence but seeing as you watched The Untamed, I’m assuming you’re okay with it lol There is an instance where one character tries to rape one of the leads by drugging him, so keep an eye out for that, but I think it will be obvious because he starts to pass out and you will know whether you feel you have to skip the scene or not. He isn’t undressed, it isn’t anything remotely graphic, but he is groped by the asshole I won’t name man fuck that guy but that’s all!

Where to watch: I watched it on newasiantv, link to ep1 here

Dark Blue Kiss

Who stars in it: Fluke Gawin Caskey (Mork) and Podd Suphakorn (Sun) aka two of the most gorgeous and sweet dudes alive fdhgldfhgdk AND BL vets, New Thitipoom (Kao) and Tay Tawan (Pete)

First off: dshhgdksj If you haven’t seen Kiss Me Again or Kiss the Series you might be a little confused. Dark Blue Kiss is sort-of-a-continuation-but-not-really of those other two series, and it sort of adds to the experience if you have seen them. If you want to, just watch Kiss Me Again and I think you’ll be okay honestly; it’s just because you might want context of the characters (Pete and Kao, their friends etc.) and their relationships to one another going into Dark Blue Kiss.

Why I recommend: NOW two of the leads, Sun and Mork, have one of The Best relationships in any BL I’ve ever seen because they have real conversations and have real conflict and issues that they work to get through. Rain (Sun’s younger bro and Mork’s bestie) is an absolute delight and their story arc throughout the show is so iconic we just have to stan. I won’t get into Kao and Pete fhhkhdj because I just have Opinions on fucking w characters/relationships for the sake of drama and that’s what I think this series did to them, unnecessarily ahem But otherwise it’s funny and real and again if you dont literally love Mork and Rain and Sun by the end of it did you even watch the same show???

Warnings: There is a brief scene where one character tries to get w another who is like get tf AWAY weirdo lmfao but there is no actual abuse bc they are stopped well in time to avoid it

Where to watch: I watched Dark Blue Kiss on newasiantv as well because the episodes on YouTube tended to not get subbed as quickly as I wanted which you will understand if you watch this lmao. Here is the link to episode one of Kiss Me Again as well as a link to episode one of Kiss the Series if you feel like watchin those two beforehand

Tharntype the Series

Who stars in it: Gulf Kanawut (Type) and Mew Suppasit (Tharn) aka those two guys who you might see do a shit ton of fanservice that I diligently ignore because I hate fanservice lol This show exists in the same universe as another BL that I am reluctant to put on here lol but will get into later on.

Why I recommend: BEFORE YALL FLAY ME ALIVE djkhgldhgfdjhhkjd OKAY LISTEN genuinely, on a very real level, I FULLY understand why a lot of people here refused to watch this show or couldn’t finish it. You’re totally valid and legit I almost stopped after ten minutes because I was like here we go AGAIN. However! I was so drawn in by the acting that I wanted to give it a chance, and I’m SO GLAD that I did. Gulf and Mew, as well as Mild (who plays Techno) and Kaownah (who plays Lhong) and everyone else who acts in this show, is incredible and their chemistry is insane. I would say it’s some of the best chemistry and acting I’ve seen, BL or otherwise. You get angry at the two main characters interchangeably and I truly feel that that makes it real, you know what I mean? There is no oh he’s in the right, fuck that other guy 100% for either of them. They are both real, flawed men who grow so immensely throughout this series where by the end you’re so proud of their development and the love they find for themselves and in each other??? Because it doesn’t feel like we’ll get there, but they DO. And it’s BEAUTIFUL. We’re getting a second season, which to me is always a tad worrisome because I do think it ended very well and if they fuck with everything (cough KaoPete) just to fuck with it and stir the pot I’m gonna be Upset. But for now, it’s amazing and speaks on topics that aren’t ever addressed. It’s an unfortunate reality in BL that the way so many relationships begin is through sketchy-consensual (drunk, coerced) or flat out like non consensual sexual shit, and this show dives into the aftermath of sexual abuse, the mental impact that has on a person, and how damaging it can be if left unattended. I would give it a chance. I really do think it’s a well done series. Oh and Techno is so relatable and the only one with a brain cell in this show half the time jkdfhhdlkj

Warnings: Like I said, this show is not an easy watch at times. Very often, in fact, it can be difficult. There is homophobic language, two of the characters (I dont want to spoil everything) have been raped in the past, one as a child (which is NOT GRAPHICALLY SHOWN, don’t worry) and the other as a teenager/young adult, which is sort of shown but not in too much detail. Another character in present day “does stuff” to another that isn’t totally consensual, more than once (which is probably my biggest problem with the show and the one thing I really can’t excuse because like bro I don’t care how big your crush is, don’t be an asshole, point blank), but every other sexual thing in the show is consensual and very much wanted

Where to watch: Here is episode one on newasiantv if you want to give this a shot :)

He’s Coming to Me

Who stars in it: Singto Prachaya (Mes) and Ohm Pawat (Thun) aka just two adorable boys

Why I recommend: This show definitely has one of the more unique plots among BLs. I won’t spoil it, and as with all of these I recommend going in without looking up plots because like I know for me movie trailers etc just tell me everything and there doesn’t seem to be a point in watching the movie if I know so much beforehand. The main characters are cute together, there are funny moments and moments that make you cry. And it’s a happy ending, which we love to see :)

Warnings: There is a major character death, no blood though, and you will understand in context that it isn’t as bad as it seems right now lol Nothing that isn’t consensual, which is a miracle in these shows. Overall wholesome content. There is like a weird storyline with one of the character’s moms which was Different to say the least dfjhdflhgkjf but it didn’t ruin the show for me or anything

Where to watch: newasiantv seems to be my go-to lmao

3 Will Be Free

Who stars in it: Joss Way-Ar (Neo), Mild Lapassalan (Miw), and Tay Tawan (Shin). If you watch Dark Blue Kiss or any of those before this, you will recognize Tay and Mild as Pete and Sandee (just friends in those shows). Joss is just such a funny, sweet guy and so is Tay Lowkey biased for them and I honestly often favor TayJoss’ chemistry over TayNew, which I think is controversial lmfaoo but it has to be said lol and obviously Mild is a badass actress and talent so having her here is amazing

Why I recommend: So this is the only BL thus far to feature a polyamorous relationship, which is sort of crazy but I’m so happy it’s been done at least once now. The three have such amazing chemistry and you really grow to care for each of them as individuals as well. They’re just really awesome and I adore them and miss them every day fdjghfdglhkjd There’s also a trans actress!! :D

Warnings: There is quite a bit of gun violence bc one of the character’s father’s is a mob boss. Two side characters are killed, one much further into the show so it hurts even MORE, and one of the other side characters therefore to me doesn’t receive the ending they deserve; it was very messy and I think they deserved better. A woman is in an abusive marriage to a man, which sucked and I skipped a lot of it even though it wasn’t necessarily super violent. I just don’t like that stuff ://

Where to watch: Surprise surprise, newasiantv

Until We Meet Again

Who stars in it: Fluke Natouch (Pharm) and Ohm Thitiwat (Dean), Earth Katsamonnat (Intouch) and Nine Noppakao (Korn). Fluke and Earth invented being friends like……they are so fucking cute and they are both actually queer (have been in public relationships with men) which is always so rare to see and really great :)

Why I recommend: Side couple TeamWin is absolutely iconic. I adore them with my whole body so if for nothing else, watch it for them LMAO But for real InKorn is such a cute couple and PharmDean has a very nice relationship too; they talk about consent and have healthy communication which is so refreshing lmao

Warnings: The show does open with a double suicide by gunshot. I won’t say who, but it is in there. The two main characters have flashbacks/PTSD/nightmares (one worse than the other) which you will understand in context if you watch, but it’s definitely worth the watch

Where to watch: This show is currently airing and I watch it on YouTube; here’s the link to episode one part one

Love By Chance

Who stars in it: Perth Tanapon (Ae) and Saint Suppapong (Pete), Mean Phiravich (Tin) and Plan Rathavit (Can). This is the show that is in the same universe as Tharntype, but the actors who play Techno, Tharn, and Type are different actors in this show than from Tharntype. It’s confusing and messy lol

Warning: I’m putting this before the why I like it because I think it’s necessary for this one. I hesitate to even put LBC on here because there is so much of this show that just makes me uncomfortable. When I first watched this show, the second BL I had ever watched, I had no knowledge of BLs, the actors, or really anything to do with any of this world. So, having grown up with film/tv life where every actor is 27 playing 17, it didn’t occur to me that the actor playing 18 would in fact be 17 instead. Perth was I think 17 or possibly 18 while filming (I don’t know exact dates), which includes sexual scenes that I didn’t even feel comfortable watching BEFORE I knew his age, let alone trying to rewatch the series while knowing about it. I am 20, and was 19 last year when I watched this, so it really skeeves me out to watch those kinds of scenes (BL or otherwise) if actors or actresses aren’t at least 18 or 19. It seems weird because I’m 20 and a queer girl, not like a 50 year old pedophile or something like that, but for my own comfort I tend to skip the more explicit stuff. On my first watch, I skipped the Tharntype, TumTar, and Techno storyline because frankly I didn’t care. Going on to watch Tharntype the Series, I was even happier to have skipped so that I didn’t have to go in with a preconceived idea of the characters from having watched LBC. One of the characters in this version of events is raped or coerced into sex; I don’t even know the details because I just couldn’t be bothered to give it a chance. I firmly believe you can watch this show without watching any of their storylines (and skipping over the more sexual stuff, if you feel you have to), which I know sucks to say bc the actors are all good and I like their other work and them as people, but I just couldn’t do it. It is of course up to you.

Why I recommend: Basically I recommend this just for TinCan lmao and on the chance that you do decide to watch Tharntype, it pays at the end to have a knowledge of the LBC characters because again they are in the same universe and it won’t be as cool if you don’t get it right away like WHAT!!! You know haha so yeah There is going to be a season two dropped sometime this year, focused I believe on TinCan, so I’m literally so fucking excited. Dreams are coming true

Where to watch: I found this show on both Dailymotion and newasiantv

Hey again anon it’s been a minute dfhlhghjd I’m sure this is way longer than you thought and probably don’t want HA but I wanted to be as thorough as possible for you and anyone else who might be new here you feel So some shows I didn’t get into that I watched include Great Men Academy, Together With Me, 2Moons and 2Moons2, Love Sick, ’Cause You’re My Boy (aka My Tee), History3: Make Our Days Count, SOTUS the Series, History2: Crossing the Line, (currently airing) Why R U?, and 2gether.

If you get through the ones I talked about above and want me to talk about these other ones, I’ll do that too!! I hope this helps you and others :D ✌️ ✌️

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Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 20 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 20

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings:  Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Mick asked when he saw Nikki by himself out in the parking lot.

“Tommy grabbed her and took off with her…. I told him about asking her.” he breathed as he took another bump.

“Shit.” Mick sighed. “Hopefully he’ll give her back.” Right then, Tommy came back, jittery as can be, but no (Y/n) with him.

NIkki walked up to Tommy, “Where is she?! She was with you what did you do Tommy?”

“She went home.” Tommy said. “She said she’d walk home. I’m sorry man.” He was bouncing like crazy. “Fucking hell.”

“What the fuck did you take?” Nikki looked at him and growled. “Anything happens to her it’s on you Tommy!”

“Speed man. Holy hell, no wonder people take it. I feel like cleaning my house, doing my taxes, and going to the grocery store all at the same time!”

Nikki shook his head as he walked to his car, “Vince you ok dealing with him?”

“I am” Vanessa called as she walked to Tommy. “ Come on speedo torpedo lets get you home, give me your keys.” Tommy handed him his keys, shaking. Looking at Vince, Vanessa grabs Tommy and kisses him. “Lets go Tom, you and I have unfinished business.” she put Tommy in his car and gets in the drivers side. Driving off leaving Mick and Vince.

“Nessa?” Tommy looked at her. “What the fuck was that?”

“Me making Vince jealous,” she sighed and looked at Tommy. “He’s not ready, I’m not ready but I do miss him.”

“He missed you too.” Tommy admitted. “You two are good together.”

“Well he has his pregnant stripper wife or whatever and I’m still bouncing so,” she shrugged and sighed. “I’m thinking about skipping the party.”

“Nessa, it’ll be fun.” Tommy said. “Maybe you could hook up with Raz. He seems fun.”

“He does,” Vanessa smiled as she pulled up to the apartment. “I’ll think about it.”

Nikki drove home and rushed inside. “(Y/n)!?” he called out. “(Y/n) are you home? Please answer me!” She didn’t answer. She hadn’t made it home yet. He was on his way to leave to go looking when she opened the front door and came in.

“Nikki?” She asked.

Nikki sank to his knees and hugged her, “I got scared when Tommy didn't bring you back.”

“I’m sorry honey.” She played with his hair. “He pisses me off sometimes. I just needed to walk.”

“He’s mad about us… I’m sorry I know you wanted to tell him but I...I saw him in the restroom and I just… I had to tell him.” He rambled on, his own high making him paranoid.

“Hey, hey.” She sunk to her knees by him. “I’m not mad, okay. He was going to find out sooner or later.” She cupped his face. “Why don’t you let me take care of you silly boy?”

Nikki nodded letting (Y/N) take him to bed.

*******

“Nikki, we’re gonna be late!” (Y/n) called out, slipping on one of his leather jackets. “You promised Vince we’d be there!”

Nikki took a large bump and sighed, “Coming!” he yelled as he fixed his shirt and smiled. Walking to the living room he smiled seeing (Y/N) there. “Well don’t you look sexy?”

“You’re just saying that because you wanna see me wear the jacket and nothing else.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. “Did you take a bump? Are we good to go?”

“I’m good, plus there'll be more there,” NIkki kissed her again. “Maybe we can have some fun in one of Vinces rooms. Only fair since he used one of ours,” Nikki laughed.

“Sounds like a plan.” She kissed him. “Think I can try some tonight? You and Tommy seem so into it.” They hadn’t really talked to Tommy in days. He didn’t seemed to want to be around them at the moment.

“It’s not your thing sweet girl,” Nikki caressed her Cheek. “I think you’re perfect the way you are, me… I’m already messed up.”

“I like you the way you are.” She kissed him again. “Almost just wanna stay home. We haven’t gotten a lot of time together.”

“Yeah but Vince wants us there, and Razzle's going to be there so it could be fun!” Nikki led her to the car as they got in and drove to Vinces. When they got there, some people immediately mobbed Nikki, pushing (Y/n) to the side. She sighed and made her way over to Tommy, who was watching a girl out on the patio.

“Dude, she’s hot.” (Y/n) said, flopping down next to her brother. “Isn’t she on TV?”

“Is she?” Tommy asked as he looked at her. He smiled smitten with her. “Where’s Nikki?”

“Over there somewhere.” She said, motioning. “I don’t really know.” (Y/n) seemed more sluggish than the last time Tommy had seen her. “Yeah, I think her name is Heather something or other.”

“Should I go talk to her?” he asked smiling at his sister.

“Oooo, yeah.” She laughed a little, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “The Fall Guy! That’s what she’s in, I’m pretty sure.”

Tommy gave his sister a smile before walking over to Heather. NIkki pushed himself away from the mod and walked to (Y/n). “Hey, sorry babe, I don't know why they did that,” Nikki said as he kissed her. She kissed him back.

“IT’s okay. You have fans.” She smiled at him. “I sent Tommy over to talk to that girl. I told him she’s on The Fall Guy, but I’m pretty sure she’s not. Wanna watch?” She smiled evilly at Nikki. “Nineteen years of payback.”

“Ohhhhh, my sweet girl is turning into a little devil I like it,” he said as he rubbed her sides. “I miss you babe, My cock just got hard just being with you.”

“Oh really?” She leaned over to kiss him when Mick and Razzle sat down across from them.

“‘Ello love!” Razzle laughed. (Y/n) smiled.

“Hi Razzle.”

“You look lovely! Oh have you met this lovely lady ere,” Razzle had his arm around Vanessa.

“Razzle I told you I knew her silly Brit.” she said and smiled.

“You moved on from Vince?” (Y/n) asked. She saw the singer standing over to the side, taking a long swig of his drink while watching her.

"I guess, Razzle is fun and good he is exotic." Vanessa said avoiding the gaze Vince was giving her while he kissed Cherise. "Besides, he had the baby momma." She sighed and closed her eyes. "You and Nikki look happy."

“We are.” (Y/n) said, playing with her ring. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” She gave him a kiss and headed to the bathroom, not realizing Vanessa followed her. (Y/n) took a deep breath and searched her bag for her bottle, but couldn’t find it.

"What are you looking for?" Vanessa asked sneaking into the bathroom with her.

“Uh, nothing.” (Y/n) sighed. “Damn it, where is it?”

"Here," Vanessa said softly. "you sure you should be taking these?" She looked at the way (Y/n) looked at her and held her hands up. "They fell out of your purse."

“Thank you.” She took it and looked at the bottle. “I have been working weird hours. Just got my boys to where they can play through a song without the guitarist wanting to strangle the singer. Just brought Kirk in and got Dave out. I’m gonna fall asleep on that couch out there. And Tommy, unsupervised , will not hesitate to draw a dick on my face.”

"Ok, woah," Vanessa looked at her. "You said all that way to fast and my good you look like you can run a fucking marathon right now." She looked around. "Let's get some alcohol in your system hun." Vanessa have her a moved drink. "You need to show down."

“I don’t have time to slow down Nessa.” (Y/n) whimpered. “I have to keep doing things because what if he decides that he wants another musician or something. I mean, the magazines last week were saying him and Lita Ford were screwing…” She leaned against the vanity, taking deep breaths.

"He wouldn't have asked you to marry him if he was screwing Lita Ford." Vanessa crossed her arms. "He loves you."

Nikki knocked on the door. "(Y/n)? You guys ok?"

“Just a second honey!” (Y/n) called out. She looked at the bottle in her hand and sighed, putting it away without opening it. She opened the door and smiled at Nikki. “Sorry. Girl talk.”

"No problem," Nikki pulled her close and kissed her deeply. "Let's go find a nice…"

"Razzle and I are going out to get more booze and requests?" Vince yelled.

Vanessa looked at (Y/n).

“Hey Vince, why don’t I drive you?” (Y/n) suggested. “I think I’m the only one here who hasn’t been drinking.”

"(Y/n) I'm fine I promise you hang back and blow Nikki! He looks like he needs it." Vince laughed. (Y/n) blushed and felt Nikki pull her to him.

“You guys sure?” She asked. “I just have this bad feeling…”

"Promise, I'm fine!" Vince said and kissed her cheek. Before going to Cherise and touching the baby bump and kissing her. Razzle kissed Vanessa and followed Vince out.

“Hey dudes, this is Heather.” Tommy said, bringing the actress over. “Maybe I’ll ask her to marry me only a few months after meeting her.” He shot a look at Nikki.

“Tommy...stop it…” (Y/n) said, but her brother was drunk and high.

“I mean, at least she’s not nineteen and vulnerable because she wanted to impress a cool guy in a band.” Tommy wouldn’t shut his mouth. Vanessa, Heather, and (Y/n) stood together, watching Nikki and Tommy staring each other down.

"(Y/n)'s not like that Tommy and you know it," Nikki growled. "She's more mature than you give her credit for."  

“Tommy, I would stop man.” Mick told him.

“You took a sweet innocent girl, My BABY sister and turned her into a drugged up slut!” Tommy yelled as he got in Nikki’s face.

“Tommy man cool it!” Mick tried to push Tommy away while Doc tried to get Nikki.  

"What did you say?" Nikki growled.

“You heard me, FRANKIE. You took my innocent baby sister and turned her into a slut!” Tommy glared at Nikki and then to (Y/n). “This thing you have is going to end up in flames and I’m not going to pick up the pieces when it falls apart!” he looked more to (Y/n) than to Nikki.

“Tommy stop!” (Y/n) yelled.

“Why? Why should I stop (Y/n)? Huh? This is the life you want, a guy who gets blown by chics while having phone sex with you? How do we know you don't have someone between your legs doing the same thing?”  Tommy took another gulp of Jack. “This asshole should have stayed away the minute he knew you were my sister. He shouldn't have touched you! He turned you into a slut (Y/n). just another one of the girls that fawns over him.”  (Y/n) hauled off and slapped Tommy across the face.

“You ever come near me again, brother or not, I will do worse.” She had tears streaming down her face as she marched off. Tommy’s eyes softened. What had he done?

“(Y/n) I…” Tommy went to reache for her. But Nikki stopped him. And the next thing Tommy knew, Nikki’s fist was in his face and he was stumbling back.

“You talk or even look at my girl,” nikki glared at him, “I will kill you.” Nikki went off to find (Y/n) finding her just as Tom their producer came to them. “Come here sweet girl,” he muttered as he pulled her into his arms letting her cry on his chest. (Y/n) was about to say something when Tom called out.

“Guys! Quiet!” He yelled. (Y/n) looked up at him. “Vince…Vince was in an accident. Razzle’s...he’s dead.”

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Scandalous (part 4)

Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: Reader is an emerging actress who met Roger at a premiere of one of her movies. They immediately clicked and now they have been in a relationship for almost a year. There’s only one big problem: the reader isn’t the only woman in Roger’s life. In fact, he is married and has a child. That makes them keep their relationship a secret to the world. In the series, I imagined Roger to be 32 years old while the reader would be 27. A/N: And here it is, late as always, the new chapter! English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any mistake. Hope you like it and don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!Have a nice day xx Warnings: mention of sex, be ready to get your hearts broken. Words: 2.6k

Call your girlfriend It's time you had the talk Give your reasons Say it's not her fault But you just met somebody new Don't you tell her how I give you something that you never even knew you missed Don't you even try and explain how it's so different when we kiss Call your girlfriend It's time you had the talk Give your reasons Say it's not her fault But you just met somebody new And now it's gonna be me and you(x)

You sighed in relief when you heard some knocks at your door “Finally you’re here” you said opening and seeing Roger standing outside. “I need you to sit on my luggage so I can close it” you kept telling him while walking back to your bedroom. “Well, hi, it’s really nice to see you too” he chuckled softly while following you, you stopped and turned around smiling. “Sorry” you pecked his lips “Good morning love.” “Did you left something in your wardrobe?” Roger asked scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, I really want to see how many luggage you have with you” “But I’m going on tour” he said sitting on your suitcase. “And I’m coming with you, I need a different outfit for any concert” you chuckled and started to zip the suitcase. “So, how are you?” You both knew your question was to know how things have been between him and his wife. “Good.” That was the only thing he was able to say and, as silence started to fall between you, he spoke again “We’d better leave before we will late for the flight.” You nodded and got up from the ground. As Roger helped you taking your luggage you both walked inside the elevator, you were softly humming, your back laid against the elevator wall when you saw Roger looking at you and smiling at you. “What’s that smile for?” you chuckled. “I’m happy.”

-------- You sat down on one of the seat as Roger got in the one next to you “I would propose a toast” Freddie said standing up and gave each of the members a glass, filling it with champagne “To (Y/N), who is joining us on tour for the first time and that joined the Queen plane for the first time. Welcome on board love” he grinned lifting his glass. You smiled softly sipping from your glass but you felt uncomfortable, for the first time you felt out of place. One hour and many glasses of champagne later Roger’s hand couldn’t stop roaming your tight. “I’m bored” he murmured. “We can play scrabble” you looked at him and he shook his head “You could help me with my crosswords” you suggested. “What about if you join the mile high club?” he whispered in your ear, you looked around, Brian was reading a book, John was sleeping and Freddie was browsing some magazines. “We can’t Roger” you whispered back “Oh come on” he groaned as his hand on your tight moved upper. “Roger skipped some turns, so it would be fair for him to get in the club today” Freddie not leaving his eyes from the magazines, of course, he would be listening to you two. “Turns?” you frowned looking at Roger. “Do you really think he’s the only one who enjoys it? We rotate, and this is Roger’s turn.” Freddie explained. “This is disgusting.” You stated. “You’ll love it.” The drummer said getting up from his seat and holding his hand out for you. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing it” you shook your head following him to the small toilet. As soon as the door behind you was locked Roger’s lips were on yours and his hands under your dress. As he tightened on your hips he lift you making you sit by the sink, you left some open-mouthed kisses down his neck, you were already turned on by all his lust. He pulled away lightly from you as he started to open his belt, you wanted to lift your dress up to your ankles but as you moved to make it go past your bottom you slipped from the sink. Roger’s arm held you from your waist, preventing you from falling on the ground and you couldn’t help but laugh from the scene, he holding you as his jeans were town to his ankles, your dress pulled up and your hands gripped on the sink to hold you up. “I must admit it was pretty uncomfortable up there” you chuckled looking up at the blonde who shook his head while smiling. “Let’s try like this” he made you turn around, your back was against his chest, your hands on the sink as you bent as much as the small place let you, you had to bit your lip not to laugh again at the less agility you showed before, “I imagined it to be sexier” you joked. “Oh shut up” Roger laughed against your skin as he kissed you down the back of your neck.

“Welcome to the club darling” Freddie chuckled as you got your way back to your seat and in the corner of your eye you could see that Brian was smirking while he kept reading his science book. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

------- You saw Roger walking towards you as he got off the stage, locks of his hair were stuck on his forehead, he was wearing no t-shirt and you could see his skin glimmer under the light. Once he finally got backstage to you his arms wrapped around your waist as he slightly lifted you up from the ground. His lips found yours in a quick kiss and you pulled away, afraid that someone could see you. “So, how was the show?” he asked smiling still holding you close to him. “Amazing, as always” your feet touched the ground again and you looked around hoping that no one saw that scene, Roger held your hand guiding you to his dressing room. “Does it mean that I’m getting a reward?” he asked closing the door behind him. “Oh no sir, you already played your card this morning on the plane. No more sex in a bathroom for today.” You said grinning as you sat down on the couch. “And who said it has to be in the bathroom, we have the whole dressing room for ourselves.” He got dangerously closer making your noses touch “You can’t tell me to contain myself when you’re wearing that dress” You exactly knew what you were doing by wearing that red dress which showed enough of your skin to make the drummer fantasize about you, you knew the reaction you would have got, that’s why you decided to wear it. “You’re all sweaty and sticky, I don’t think I want to ruin this dress in this way” you joked looking at him and Roger shook his head sighing “You are causing the death of a man, just know it”. “The night is still young darling” you pecked softly his lips “Now go freshen up we have a party waiting for us.” The party venue was close to the concert arena so, instead of taking the car, you both decided that you could walk there, “Are the guys already here?” You asked as you approached the entrance. “Hmmh” Roger mumbled, luckily you wouldn’t have been left alone as Roger would have to go to talk with other people. You always tried not to make it obvious that you two came together, at times he went there first and you walked in some minutes later, other times you would go straight to Freddie and he would talk with some friends, you never got too close when you were talking with people, no touching, just some looks now and then. That’s why you were taken out of guards when Roger decided to hold your hand at the hall not leaving it as you walked in. “Rog, people can see us” you tried to let go of him but his grip didn’t let you. “I don’t care, don’t worry about it.” You couldn’t help but feel a knot on your stomach and Roger could tell you were tense and he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand hoping to make you feel better “Most of the people here are already drunk, they won’t realise anything.” You just nodded and walked side by side with him towards the other band members “Look who decided to show up” Freddie said almost screaming catching the attention of other people who turned to look at you, you quickly took your hand off from Roger who this time wasn’t quick enough to keep it. “Do you want something to drink?” the music was loud and he had to get closer to you so that you could hear him. You just nodded biting your lip and moved closer to Freddie. “The show was great guys, I think one of your best so far.” They smiled nodding “Yes, I think that tonight we had the right amount of energy” Brian agreed. “Also the fact that it was the first gig, a fresh start, counts a lot.” John added. “Here your drink love” Roger came back holding two beers in his hands and you took one of them. He sat down on one of the stools listening to what the guys had to say about the concert and the ones that had to come, then you felt his hand on your waist as he pulled you between his legs making your back lay against his chest, his chin laid on your shoulder as he held you close to him, your muscles tensed again. “Relax” he whispered in your ear as his hands caressed your hips. Your hands travelled to his ones laying above them intertwining your fingers, you really wanted to loosen up but your brain seemed to be against your willings. “Do you want to go out for a smoke?” Roger asked feeling that you were still uncomfortable. You just nodded and followed him to the back of the building. “So” he said taking his pack of cigarettes handing you one of them. “What’s wrong?” he asked laying his back against the wall while lighting up his cigarette and handing you the lighter after that. “Rog, we were in a room filled with people and you kept acting as we were together.” “But we are together” he shrugged and you looked at him with a disapproval look “You know what I meant.” “And I told you that no one would care, who cares with who I am?” “Then why back home you never acted this way?” “Because there are people I know and that knows Dominique and they could go and tell her.” You stayed quiet and looked at the ground while puffing some smoke out of your mouth. Sighing softly Roger laid his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him. “Do you want to go back to the hotel room?” you nodded and he kissed softly the tip of your nose causing you to smile. “I’ll call the driver.” --- As you step into the hotel room you let out the breath you didn’t even realise you were holding. Two arms wrapped around you and finally, your whole body relaxed against Roger’s one, your eyes closed as his nose rubbed against the crook of your neck. “I love you” he whispered leaving kisses down your shoulder which was covered only by the dress strap. You didn’t reply lost in his touch and in the thoughts about the eventful night that still ran your mind. His hands then moved to the zip on your back as his lips left kisses on every inch of your skin that had been revealed from the dress. Your fingers went to your shoulders pushing the shoulder straps down to your arms. Only when the dress fell down, revealing your naked chest, you turned around facing Roger, your hands on both of his cheeks as you kissed him deeply, with a kissed filled with love. When both of you were left wearing only your underwear he motioned you to jump lightly so that he could lift you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist and holding you close he moved on the bed sitting on the edge of it. You looked down at him pulling a strand of his hair away from his forehead “I love you too” you whispered as you looked him in his blue eyes. He smiled widely pulling you down with him and you stood there just looking at each other, not saying a word, for minutes. You didn’t need words, you could feel his heart beating for you against your chest “Don’t ever leave me” You whispered in his ear, because you realised at that moment that you couldn’t bear to lose him, to live without him. You wanted him to be only yours more than ever and for the first time you didn’t think that he had a wife back home, for the first time that night he made you feel like you were the only one in his life. He made you understand that he was feeling the same thing by the way he made love to you that night, his fingers intertwined to yours never left your hands, and if they did it was to run through your hair. His eyes were always on you, his forehead always against yours or hidden on the crook of your neck. He kept repeating how much he loved you with each slow thrust into you and you did the same with your hands on his back to hold him as close as possible to you. His face against his chest, your hands through his hair and you moaned each other’s name in unison as you both came undone at the same time. You were laid side by side, your arm over his waist as his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. Roger looked down at you as you were drawing some circles with your fingertips on his chest, his fingers were stroking your arm while his lips were against your head which laid on his chest. “Marry me.” It was a whisper, but you heard it. You looked up at him meeting his ocean eyes “Did you hit your head somewhere?” you asked chuckling but he shook his head. “I’m serious (Y/N), marry me.” “You can’t ask me such a thing while you’re still married to another woman” you sighed softly. “After that I will break up with her, marry me” he never stopped looking at you but you had to look away, you couldn’t reply to him because you knew that him leaving his wife was still an uncertain thing. “Promise me you will always be mine” and you looked back up at him, hope in his eyes, and you whispered “I promise.” ----- The following day you were woken up late in the morning by someone banging repeatedly against your door “Rog open this fucking door” You both groaned hearing Freddie’s voice. Roger got up from the bed and put on his boxers after going to the room door. “What do you want Fred?” “You are in deep shit mate” and then there was silence. The drummer walked back to your bed, a newspaper in his hand and he gave it to you. Hesitantly you took it from him and read the front page “Roger Taylor all cosied up with TV actress (Y/N). Wasn’t he married?” Under the big title, there were photos of you Roger talking and the one where he kissed your nose “People attending the party said that the two had been really close at the venue, holding hands and cuddling all the time.” Then the phone rang and you looked at Roger, he stood still for a few seconds before picking it up. “Hello?” silence as he listened to the person on the other line. “Hi Dominique.”

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the devil in star city (laurel/nyssa; e) - part v

Ships: Laurel/Nyssa

Summary: “My name is Laurel Lance. When I was eight years old I was in a car accident that left me without sight. But in the process, my other senses were heightened.

By day, I am a defence attorney, ready to fight for justice in the courtroom on behalf of those who the law has failed. By night, I am someone else. I am something else.

I am Daredevil.”

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

A/N: Okay! So again, in terms of chronology this is going back and forth quite a bit, and this fic is not written linearly deliberately. This takes place a few weeks after Laurel and Nyssa have their first time together. For those who watch Daredevil, this is the equivalent of the Mattelektra scene that takes place in the boxing ring.

Uhhh, so on that note, this is another chapter that very much earns the E rating. I would say don't read this at work, but considering I posted this while at work, maybe i'm not the best judge of that, lol.

Read at AO3

Laurel was in the middle of her closing speech when she heard her.

She tried to soldier on, keep going even though her train of thought was lost now she could smell the warmth of Nyssa's perfume from where she stood. Laurel could hear her slip inside the room, knowing Nyssa was carrying with her two large strawberry milkshakes.

And really it was fine - there was a reason she was a mere law student and not a lawyer yet. But in that moment, caught off guard and tripping over words that she had gone over smoothly before, she knew then that she had lost, well before the professor presiding as mock judge for the mock trial decided the same some fifteen minutes later.

Afterwards, when the students were leaving the lecture theatre, Nyssa stayed behind, waiting for Laurel, who greeted her girlfriend with a kiss.

"Hey, you," Laurel said.

"Hey yourself, counsellor," Nyssa replied, a smile in her voice. "I did not think I would love this look of yours as much as I do."

"Thank you. Honestly it's not exactly the most comfortable. And… it doesn't seem to matter how swanky my outfit is - I still lost."

A gentle hand crept up to cup Laurel's cheek. "You were great up there. And I see you took my advice."

"Using the cane as a prop? Yeah, that was a good idea. Maybe in another life you're the attorney and I'm the -"

In truth Laurel wasn't entirely sure what she was going to say, but Nyssa beat her to it thankfully. "- rich yet terrible actress?"

"Something like that." It was impossible for Laurel not to smile now. "I would definitely be a shittier actress, though."

“Yes, darling, because I’m Angelina Jolie.” They shared a laugh, but then Nyssa asked, "Are you all right?"

"I didn't know you'd be here," Laurel blurted out before she could stop herself.

Nyssa coughed. "I didn't think that you knew I was here."

"I heard you come in."

"I just wanted to see the legendary Laurel Lance in action. You're - different here."

"How so?"

"You're more - confrontational. You don't pull your punches." Laurel must have noticeably winced at that because Nyssa then continued, "Of the metaphorical variety, that is."

A forced smile now. “You trying to say you came here to tell me I don’t know how to throw a proper jab?”

“I didn’t -”

Then Laurel caught herself, realised how she sounded, and she held up her hand apologetically. "No, don’t. I’m sorry. I didn't mean - I'm not saying you being here is bad or anything. Just…"

"Just… what?"

"You make me nervous," Laurel admitted.

At this Nyssa chuckled. "I don't know whether I should be annoyed or flattered."

Laurel considered for a moment. Given she usually didn’t let people close enough to her to have this much of an effect on her to begin with, Laurel had a feeling it should be the latter.

Reaching for Nyssa’s free hand, she said, “Take the compliment.” Nyssa chuckled and then started tugging at Laurel’s hand.

“You’re done for the day, right?”

“Yeah. But where are we going?” Then Laurel couldn’t help but laugh. “You just tapped your nose, didn’t you?”

“How did you know that?” Nyssa asked, but she didn’t sound disconcerted or worried or freaked out, the way people normally reacted to Laurel’s heightened senses. And she didn’t seem to expect an answer either, because she then said fondly, “Pretty and perceptive. I knew there was a reason we found each other. But anyway - we should get going.”

“Are you going to tell me where?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out when we get there.”

They got into Nyssa’s car (“Smells expensive,” Laurel said as she inhaled and smelt leather) and set off, both of them singing along to soppy soft rock songs from the eighties. It was fun, freeing, when Nyssa turned the volume up, the hood of the convertible down, and they yelled happily along to Air Supply's All Out of Love , Nyssa terribly out of tune.

As they pulled up, though, Laurel frowned, smile automatically fading as she listened carefully. “ Oh .”

Nyssa didn’t seem to notice, though, and she simply took the key out of the ignition and got out of the car, coming around to open the door for Laurel before she could do so herself. Laurel took Nyssa’s proffered hand and shut the car door behind her, while saying teasingly, “Always the gentlewoman.”

“That’s me,” Nyssa said cheerfully. “And don’t worry. I do this with the other girls too.”

“ Other girls?” Laurel repeated incredulously before she could stop herself, and Nyssa burst out laughing.

“So I do have an effect on you.” Laurel folded her arms, trying to look annoyed but betraying her expression when the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile despite herself. "Grab those milkshakes for me, will you?"

Reaching over, Laurel did so, taking the bag out. "Where are we?"

It wasn't that Laurel didn't know already, even before Nyssa pushed open the door, which for some reason was unlocked. What she was really asking was why - why Nyssa has brought her here, of all places.

“Laurel… do you trust me?”

This time Laurel didn’t hesitate. “Of course I do.”

“Okay then. Hold on to me tight, and don't drop those milkshakes." Laurel laughed, and Nyssa picked her up easily, bridal style. "Welcome," Nyssa announced, opening the door, "to Wildcat Gym. Or, perhaps, more accurately, my darling, welcome back."

"You know," Laurel murmured as Nyssa stepped carefully over the threshold, "I'm not exactly dressed for a workout."

"I am sure you can improvise," Nyssa replied, her heart not wavering even for a second. She placed Laurel back on her feet, and Laurel reached into the bag and unearthed the milkshakes, handing one to Nyssa.

"How did you know it'd be empty?" Laurel said after taking a sip.

"I just paid the owner so we could have it for a few hours." This was said in such a throwaway manner, in between sips of her own shake, that Laurel wasn't sure whether she should ask Nyssa how much - and she decided against it after a second. "Besides… I know this place means something to you."

Laurel nodded. "Yeah. I come here a lot. Usually -" she gestured above her with a smile "- at the end of the day when I can have the lights off and box in peace."

She expected Nyssa to question this, something, anything that she was saying. But Nyssa didn't, instead walking over to the punchbag closest to them. There was a thump, surprisingly powerful, as Nyssa's fist hit the bag, and Laurel found herself going to the other side to hold it in place.

"Thanks."

"And… you were right," Laurel said suddenly. "This place - it's important to me. My dad used to train here. I saw him get his ass beat for the gajillion times."

"He's a fighter?"

Laurel sighed. " Was . He died when I was eleven."

Her words were greeted at first with silence. Then: "I'm sure you hear this all the time, Laurel, but I really am sorry to hear that. You deserve better than to lose a parent that young."

Somehow, though Nyssa's words weren't as hollow as perhaps she thought they would be, it was nevertheless difficult for Laurel to maintain any semblance of composure when she knew Nyssa was looking at her with pity.

"Thank you," Laurel said quietly, before turning around and kicking off her heels, followed by her skirt and jacket, because if she was going to be here she should at least be comfortable. Then, with slightly wobbly grace of someone getting back onto a bike, she leapt into the ring. “You coming or what?” Laurel called behind her without looking back.

Nyssa laughed. “Yeah. Just enjoying the view.”

"That makes one of us."

“Not my fault you have a great ass.”

Laurel laughed more freely now, feeling some of the tension leave her shoulders as she lay sprawled on her back in the ring.

After a minute Nyssa joined Laurel, Nyssa settling cross-legged and Laurel deciding to lie back, resting her head on Nyssa's lap. She'd taken off her glasses, left them on a table somewhere below. There was something comforting, safe, about where Laurel was, Nyssa silently playing with Laurel’s hair.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Nyssa said once the silence had gone on for a few comfortable moments and she had started tracing lazy circles over Laurel’s collarbone, pushing aside her shirt where it got in the way and undoing a couple buttons. "And you don't have to answer. Not if you don't want to."

"Sure."

"How did it happen?"

"How did what happen?" Laurel said, feeling ever so slightly wary now.

"Your dad. How did he die?"

"He was killed. Not in the ring - but it may as well have been." Probably Laurel said it more bitterly than she really needed to - being acerbic about it now wasn't going to help anyone, after all - because she could feel something change in Nyssa when she said that. And then Laurel couldn't help but add, "Are you sorry about that too?"

"No," said Nyssa without skipping a beat, "but I am angry."

"Why are you angry? You didn't know him."

"But I know you," Nyssa countered.

Laurel nodded. "Yeah. Better than anyone else, nowadays."

"And I know you are… too good for the shit that the world throws at you."

"Is that your idea of flattery?" This was said teasingly, though, and Nyssa chuckled.

It was now that Laurel considered something, something she had been debating whether or not to say for a while, ever since she met Nyssa at that fateful New Year's party.

It was hard to explain, but there was somethiing about the way Nyssa held on to her arm while they walked down the street, the way they would talk for hours on end or, conversely, the way they could be lying in silence on Laurel’s futon, no words needed other than those traced into Laurel’s skin by Nyssa's fingertips. Above all, there was something about Nyssa that made it easy, far too easy, for Laurel to trust her completely.

"You… never ask me about the accident," Laurel said after a minute.

"What?"

Laurel pointed at her eyes, unseeing and blank, for once without their usual mask of sunglasses.

"How this happened. You never - I thought that was what you were trying to ask me just now."

For a second Nyssa shifted against Laurel, and then Laurel was surprised to feel the stroke of Nyssa's fingers on her jaw.

"I think you have had quite enough strangers demanding to know your deepest secrets for one lifetime already."

"But we're not strangers."

"Not now, we're not." A pause, as Nyssa's hand stilled at Laurel’s crown, gently grazing her temple. "Do you want to tell me?"

It wasn't really a question - not the kind that Laurel felt she needed to answer, anyway. Instead, she began her story, hesitantly at first, but with the growing momentum of someone who had been waiting to tell someone her secret for what felt like her whole life.

"I was just - with my dad. We were headed to the mall when there was this crash. It was… the loudest sound I'd ever heard. I didn't even realise what I was doing, just that I was running. This truck was carrying all these chemicals, and some of them had spilled onto the ground, and - I just wanted to help, Nyssa," Laurel said helplessly. "I only ever wanted to help."

"Dinah Laurel Lance," Nyssa said, with a definite edge of pride in her voice, "always trying to save the world."

It was impossible, even with the pain that came with recounting her most traumatic memory, for Laurel not to smile at that.

"Even if it blinded me in the process?"

“Is that all it did?" Nyssa's question was casual, almost, yet there was no mistaking the curiosity in her voice.

"No," Laurel said slowly. "Yes. It… it's complicated."

Laurel got to her feet, and even without Nyssa saying anything Laurel knew she was slightly crestfallen, or disappointed at least. But then Laurel extended her hand to Nyssa, pulling her to her feet, and Nyssa seemed to realise this was not Laurel pushing her away.

"What are we doing?"

"Maybe it's better if I just… show you."

"Okay. Hold on a sec."

For some reason Nyssa now jumped out of the ring, with the practised weightlessness of a particularly stealthy cat burglar. She returned moments later.

"Here - catch."

Instinctively Laurel caught the projectile, which she quickly realised was -

" - a bo-staff?" Laurel said doubtfully.

"Just so we're evenly matched." Laurel opened her mouth, an objection already on her tongue at what was implied, and to her relief there was a sound of another weapon whipping through the air as Nyssa then added, "Bo-staff versus tonfa. Unless you want to swap?"

But Laurel was already grinning, the fighter in her primal and ready to go, as she detached the staff in half and got into a fighting stance.

"No, I know how to use this."

"Figured as much. I reckon this will be a fair fight."

"You're not going to ask me how a blind woman fights?"

"Do you want me to ask you?"

"Not particularly," Laurel admitted.

They circled each other, both of them waiting for the other to make the first move. In some ways it reminded Laurel of their dance during their first meeting - only this time Laurel found it a lot harder to read Nyssa and anticipate her movements.

In the end they both decided to strike at the same time, and Laurel was surprised that she managed to duck Nyssa's punch in time, and that somehow her footwork wasn't totally awful because she pivoted well enough to trip Nyssa up with the staff.

"So is this the part where you tell me your secret?" Nyssa asked, panting and on the floor, and she accepted Laurel’s hand to help her up.

"It's not what you think," Laurel was quick to say.

"And what do I -"

"You're probably thinking," Laurel interrupted, "that this was all an act, that I'm not blind, that all those times in movies and TV when someone fakes their disability are actually plausible -"

"No, that's not what I think, I promise."

Her heartbeat was steady. Nyssa wasn't lying.

"Really?"

"I think you're different," Nyssa said slowly, reaching down to get her milkshake so she could sip more of it, "and I think that you think that means there's something wrong with you."

It was true, what was said - the truth always did hurt, especially when it was coming from someone Laurel could feel herself falling in love with even in those very seconds.

"And you? Do you think there's something wrong with me?"

"Not in the slightest," Nyssa said firmly. "Just the opposite. I think… that's part of what draws me to you."

Laurel was starting to get antsy now, the way she usually did when goddamn feelings came up, because she'd never really known how to handle them. She found herself bouncing nervously on the balls of her feet.

"Let's go again."

This time, Nyssa had the upper hand, perhaps given Laurel’s mind was beginning to go elsewhere, thinking about what Nyssa had said. It wasn't long before Nyssa claimed her victory, the sharp whip of the tonfa slicing through the air and hitting Laurel on her side. Winded, Laurel ended up in a headlock, Nyssa pinning her wrist above Laurel’s head from behind.

"I win," Nyssa said with the kind of dangerous softness that served the sole purpose of seriously turning Laurel on as she felt warm breath flutter against the shell of her ear.

"This round, sure, but then that makes us even, right, if I won the first one?" Laurel said breathlessly. Then without warning she jumped out of Nyssa's grasp and grabbed the bo-staff from the floor, turning on the spot just in time to trip Nyssa over again, so she fell on her back. Laurel knelt and then straddled her, revelling in the groan she elicited from Nyssa by doing so.

"Nice moves," Laurel murmured. "I didn't know they taught Muay Thai in English boarding school."

"They don't. My sister taught me. And you - tai kwon du?"

"Well spotted." Laurel should have probably gotten up by now, but she was rather enjoying the feeling of Nyssa’s body beneath her own, the way she seemed to pulsate every second, the fact that Laurel could hear the comforting throb of her heartbeat, loud and clear.

"So if you can't see," Nyssa said, shifting just a few inches so she could sit up, Laurel still on her lap with a leg on either side of Nyssa, "how do you see?"

"You know that makes no sense, right?"

"You know what I mean."

"My other senses are sharper. I… hear things other people can't. It's… more than I like most of the time, but it does help me read people better."

"So how do you read me?"

Reaching down, Laurel caught Nyssa's wrist - unnecessary, really, when she could hear the thrum of her pulse already, better than Nyssa herself could most likely. "Your adrenaline spiked when we were - sparring. And now even though you've slowed down, I can tell from your heartbeat you're still…" Laurel paused for a moment. "... excited. Like you're waiting for something."

"That's because I am waiting for something." There was something suggestive that dripped from the words that fell from Nyssa's tongue, in the way that her hand found Laurel’s bare thigh and the kiss Nyssa bestowed on Laurel several moments later. It was the teasing kind of kiss, and Laurel could taste the sweet hint of strawberry still on Nyssa's lips. It was nothing like the earth-shattering kisses to come, but nevertheless still with Laurel feeling the tingly aftershocks in her toes for hours after. "So you got that just by listening to my heart?"

"Not just that." There was something enticing, damn near intoxicating, about the musk of Nyssa's vanilla perfume, mixed with the salt of sweat Laurel could taste just by breathing. She was so lost in the aroma that she barely realised Nyssa shifting underneath her, not until Laurel heard Nyssa's footsteps. "Where are you going?"

"Don't sound so worried, darling. Just got to lock the door. We don't want anyone catching us…" Nyssa paused for a second, perhaps for dramatic effect, or more likely because she was trying to remember the words, before whispering (undoubtedly with a smirk on her face), “... in flagrante de-whatsit."

"How did you manage to get through Cheltenham with such shitty Latin, babe?" Laurel called laughingly. She stretched her arms above her head, feeling sweat trickle down her forehead as the physical exertion of the last fifteen minutes began to wear on her. After a second Laurel decided to unbutton her shirt, and she'd gotten to the last one when Nyssa returned to her side.

"Ah, I'm glad you finally worked out that this was a booty call."

"I'm just hot," Laurel said, and this just made Nyssa laugh.

"I couldn't agree more."

Laurel shook her head fondly. "I thought you just brought me here to take a trip down memory lane and share my feelings and whatnot."

"That too," Nyssa admitted.

“Hey,” Laurel said softly, reaching out to touch the back of Nyssa’s neck and pulling her in as if to kiss her. She stopped just short of Nyssa’s lips though, and their breath mingled for a moment. “I - I’m glad I told you.”

“Me too.”

Nyssa kissed her, then, tucking some loose strands of Laurel’s hair behind her ears. Most of it was still in a ponytail high on her head, though, and just as Laurel made to loosen it Nyssa got there before her. There was a little pressure, the pull of the hair tie, and then something quietly exhilarating in how Nyssa immersed each and every one of her fingers into Laurel’s blonde curls.

The little tension that was still in her shoulders left her as she relaxed into Nyssa’s embrace. Laurel sighed contentedly, and at the same time they both leaned in, lips meeting halfway for a kiss. Nyssa was gentle, slow, so it took her by surprise when Laurel found herself filled with the same damn hunger she felt whenever things got hot and heavy with Nyssa that made Laurel kiss her harder, knocking all the breath out of her as Laurel’s body covered Nyssa’s. This instinctive need for Laurel to touch every inch of Nyssa she could reach rose inside her, all liquid heat and sweat.

In a way she was glad when Nyssa took control, flipping them over so she was on top of Laurel. It was almost instinctive now they knew each other better, knew their movements and cues, the sharp intakes of breath and muscles taut with want - and in Nyssa’s case she knew that Laurel would melt under her warm weight. Laurel was glad to be rid of her shirt, to lie beneath Nyssa, supine and waiting, but after a minute she knew that Nyssa had stopped and was gazing at her intently.

"What?"

"What?" Nyssa echoed, and Laurel couldn't help smiling.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I - I was just thinking."

"Thinking is good." This time Laurel got a laugh out of Nyssa, but nothing more at first.

Then, a long pause, “I’ve not said this enough. Even though I thought it from the moment I laid eyes on you. But I - you’re… bloody beautiful, you know that?”

That threw Laurel off - no one was ever soft with her, not like that, not the way Nyssa was being just now, at least not with words. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had said anything like that to her before. Reaching up, Laurel’s hand found Nyssa's, so their fingers could link together, but she found she couldn’t quite form words as her heart stuttered against her chest.

“Yeah?” Laurel whispered eventually, and that one word took so much goddamn effort for some reason. Then she took a breath and added with a grin, “I’m really hoping that you mean more than just my ass.”

She was deflecting, they both knew it, and Laurel was glad when Nyssa kissed her again, deep and slow and wanting. Quickly her lips trailed downward, a line of kisses, increasingly biting, down Laurel’s neck. Nyssa was doing that thing, that wonderful fucking thing where she was marking her territory on the terrain of Laurel’s skin, inch by inch, making Laurel groan and gasp in equal measure. By the time she reached a point just between Laurel’s breasts, Nyssa's tongue was flicking relentlessly against her skin, chasing the beads of sweat that formed at the hollow of Laurel’s neck. Despite herself, Laurel couldn't bite her needy moan back any longer.

“Patience, sweetie.”

“Stop being such a fucking tease, Nyssa Raatko.” Somehow, mercifully, Nyssa had moved down now, to a spot just above Laurel’s navel, and Laurel started letting out some of the breath she’d been holding. “You were the one who said it was rude to keep a woman waiting.”

“I did say that,” Nyssa admitted, voice a little muffled from where she had pressed her face into the crease of Laurel’s thigh where it met her torso. She’d hoisted Laurel’s legs over either shoulder but was purposely avoiding her centre, touching her everywhere but there. “What I should have added, though… is that it’s fun to keep her waiting too. Or rather - it’s fun to watch her.”

And Laurel couldn’t even think up a retort to that, not really, not when without warning Nyssa’s mouth was at her centre, setting Laurel’s blood alight with the kind of desire that she didn’t think was real, warming her from head to toe so she came, hard, far too quickly, falling over the precipice without warning, the drip-drip of pleasure still no doubt hot on Nyssa’s tongue. But Nyssa wasn’t done, and neither, in fact, was Laurel, as Nyssa buried her still-damp nose into the inside of Laurel’s thigh before her tongue darted out again. She went more gently this time, perhaps more aware that Laurel was now super-sensitive, and Laurel was shakily stroking Nyssa’s hair, her cheeks, her jaw.

Only when her hands began to steady did Laurel widen her legs, let her heels dig into Nyssa’s back as Nyssa resumed what she was doing with her mouth, with her fingers, with her tongue, in earnest, until Laurel was sure her clit was on fire and Nyssa kept leading her to the edge of a climax before letting her stumble back a couple steps.

“Nyssa...” Laurel whispered reverently, “Nyssa… please -”

At last, Nyssa relented, letting her hit one final high before, slowly, Laurel found herself falling back to earth. Her legs were still shaking, hips only slowing down in how they rose and fell, never stopping altogether. Vaguely she registered Nyssa kissing her way up Laurel’s neck again, then her cheek, her nose, forehead, as if Nyssa was trying to memorise every inch of Laurel’s face with her lips.

Laurel could hear the thump-thump of Nyssa's heart, the way her pulse was skyrocketing, was acutely aware of Nyssa's every breath.

"Can you hear it?" Nyssa said, so quietly that for a moment Laurel wondered if Nyssa intended to say it aloud.

"Yeah," Laurel said after a moment. "Loud and clear. But… it would still be good to - know what you want."

"You," Nyssa replied without hesitating. Laurel considered for a moment, then reached down to cup the curve of Nyssa's breast.

"You've still got clothes on."

"So get them off. And me, too." Nyssa shifted a little, so she was sitting back, leaning slightly on her hands, outstretching her legs in front of her. And damn her, she was laughing at her own pun, because that was just like Nyssa Raatko, the corniest fucking lesbian in America.

"You are awful," Laurel told her, shoving playfully at her shoulder before getting to work with Nyssa's pants, pulling them off her and then not managing to mask her tiny growl of impatience when they were stuck around one of Nyssa's ankles. Laurel felt frenzied to the point of clumsy, partly because of the two times she had climaxed already but also in part because she felt the underlying need to do the same for Nyssa.

Thankfully Nyssa, eager to rid herself of clothing too, didn't seem to notice Laurel’s nervousness, or she didn’t care, and she took off her shirt and bra and flung them both aside somewhere. Then Nyssa lay back, and this time she was the one waiting.

Laurel could taste it in the air, too - the sweet heat of Nyssa's desire, faint but growing stronger the closer Laurel got to where Nyssa wanted her. Inhaling deeply, Laurel wondered if she would ever get enough of that heady scent, almost mesmerising her in how enticed she felt. Laurel wanted to let her tongue dart out, just to get a taste, a proper one,  tease of what was to come later, but she wanted to savour it too, the anticipation, the fact that Nyssa was already trembling even though Laurel hadn't touched her yet. She let her breath ghost the inside of Nyssa's thigh, while her fingers began a slow path up Nyssa's hip, not stopping until Laurel reached the soft underside of her breast with her thumb. Catching her nipple between two fingers, Laurel tweaked it and felt it stiffen at her touch.

“Now who’s being a tease?” Nyssa muttered under her breath, and that just made Laurel smile because she was sure Nyssa had forgotten Laurel could hear her.

“You were right,” Laurel said. “It’s fun to watch.”

For a moment Laurel waited, for the quip she honestly wouldn’t have minded hearing too much about her lack of sight, but it never came. Instead, Nyssa grabbed Laurel by her shoulders and kissed her soundly on the lips.

“Put that pretty mouth of yours to better use,” Nyssa ordered, her voice full of the same dangerous and goddamn beautiful softness that made Laurel’s heart flutter and skip a beat. Laurel didn’t hesitate for a second - she knew, instinctively, in her bones, that she’d do anything Nyssa asked.

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t take her sweet time, though, so by the time Laurel finally ducked her head and pressed that first kiss right against Nyssa’s opening, Laurel knew her partner was already falling apart. And normally for Laurel it was deafening, overwhelming, hearing the pounding of blood and each laboured breath. Certainly that was why Laurel tended to go for one-night stands rather than steady relationships - because after that first time she didn’t usually feel like she could handle more.

But Nyssa was different. She tasted damn near otherworldly, the vibrations of every single sound she made felt in every nerve of Laurel’s body. Laurel flicked the tip of her tongue against Nyssa’s swollen clit, making her cry out, a litany of unintelligible Arabic spilling from her tongue as Laurel made her come, just as hard as Laurel had herself only minutes before. Laurel could feel the sweat forming on her forehead as the remnants of Nyssa’s pleasure pooled on Laurel’s tongue.

Nyssa reached down, cradling Laurel’s cheek with her hand, thumb brushing away the wetness that lingered on the corner of Laurel’s mouth. Laurel caught Nyssa’s hand in her own, mouth covering Nyssa’s thumb, a gesture done more for the hunger she still felt for Nyssa than anything particularly erotic - but it had that effect too, as a soft groan escaped Nyssa’s lips almost of its own accord. Laurel wanted to press the tip of her tongue against the very inside of Nyssa's wrist, blow soft air down Nyssa's arm so Laurel could hear the tiny eruptions of gooseflesh on her skin. She wanted to press her fingers into Nyssa again and leave her gasping for air.

And she did all these things, painstakingly, one at a time, before her lips returned to Nyssa's, and the arousal Laurel had been feeling for what felt like the longest time finally started to unfold, a tightly wound up bud of desire that began to blossom somewhere deep inside her, and their limbs and souls tangled so completely that it was impossible for Laurel to know where she herself ended and her love began.

The entire time, the only thought that mattered to Laurel was that this was the most alive she had ever felt. She knew that much.

What she didn't know, had no possible way of knowing, was that glory would be cut short, snuffed out without warning, exactly two weeks later, and that Laurel would never feel that same feeling again.

[jujywrites]

WIP Challenge

I got tagged by @kikithedeceiver to do this!

Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Here’s the thing. I don’t have many separate WIP files; most of them are in one huge doc. and most of the separate wip files are... pretty dead? but ok whatevs. under a read more since it’s long...... and my ego won’t let me skip snippets hjkhkhk thanks for the idea Kiki

From my main miscellaneous folder:

50 Grades of Steele. 1 and a half chaps of a role-flipped 50 Shades of Grey rewrite (i haven’t read the books so I extra don’t care about the characters lol). why do i still have it i’ve lost interest.... *side eyes her entire wip ecosystem* ...Then I see my interview subject, seated at her desk.

"Mr. Grey. I'm pleased to meet you."

And I stop breathing. [end CH1]

[open CH2) I forgot to mention something: I exaggerate occasionally. But I'm not now. I literally stop breathing for a few seconds. A thousand thoughts are racing through my mind, which doesn't help my chest stop seizing, but the main problem here is that Anastasia Steele is quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Fanfic idea masterlist. my most active file and where I keep most of my WIPS, unless they get too “large”. Organized by fandom. lotta stuff i keep passing by & may as well be dead but don’t wanna delete. here’s a zero-draft snippet of probably the next chapter of my G-rated yukyoru fic collection

He grabbed a pillow and placed it to his chest, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to him, praying his idea would work.

Seconds passed and he didn't transform. He put his arms around her gingerly. Should he try to immobilize her or would that make it worse?

She made the decision for him. "Mom," she sobbed, clutching him with an iron grip. "N-Need to help...!"

His stomach dropped to his shoes.

Thudding footsteps announced Yuki's arrival. "What's wrong?! Honda-san--"

He didn't say "What did you do?" The thought raced by and Kyo said, "Grab a pillow and help me!"

As Yuki positioned the pillow and himself without having to ask, Kyo said, "She won't wake up. I don't know what to do!"

"Night terror," Yuki said tightly. He was too close but it almost didn't matter. "Not much you can do besides wait."

MayxWard BDSM fic agents of SHIELD. mix of notes and actual writing. kind of a half AU. Melinda climbed into the driver's side and buckled in, then started up the car. "If you've not ridden on the left before you might have motion sickness. It's normal. Just close your eyes until—" She paused as she looked at him; his hands shook so much he couldn't manage the seatbelt. "Here, let me."

"Thanks," he muttered with a sigh, looking rueful.

Modern AU Zelink. What it says on the tin~ Teenage-ish Zelink, with a mash of supporting characters from other games. another mix of notes and fic. Link wasn't sleeping tonight. Tonight was the night he'd been planning for and awaiting for weeks. He was going on a quest: the quest to meet Princess Zelda. 

She wasn't really a princess, of course. That was just her nickname. Zelda Nohansen was Hyrule's sweetheart, the most sought-after young actress in the movie business. And Link had fallen in love with her the first time he'd seen her, two years ago in a tiny theater in Kakariko.

PMMMfic homumado. Madoka Magica. AU, been around since about an hour after I finished the series (5 years yikes, still gotta watch Rebellion). Homura's time power still somewhat involved, but Mami's an adult, everyone's at a boarding school (I think?) where ~things aren't as they first seem~ and Madoka has mysterious powers and night terrors. just notes at the moment.

SoubixHitomi.  Loveless. 3 unfinished/dead first-person Shinonome-senseixSoubi snippets, all of ‘em spicy.

yvy abo. Yuri On Ice. Yuri (Katsuki!!)/Victor/Yuko(!!?!), my attempt at. well. omegaverse(!!!!!!!). orignally started as part of a “bad YOI fic” bigbang and now I’m taking it seriously dgdgfg. Alpha Yuko. “Please, please stop,” she whispered, like saying it aloud would make any difference. But the pressure in her head kept building. Her limbs had begun to itch restlessly.

And Victor wouldn’t let go of her hand.

With the last scrap of her control, she straddled him quickly and kissed him awake.

Even in half-sleep he arched to meet her, and when he opened his eyes sapphire blue had already turned stormy with lust.

yvy canonfuturefic. Yuko-focused following of canon, or: how canon can I keep YOI while still rareship OT3ing it. She and Yuri fall in and out of love, in between falling for Victor. Victuri is still my life I swear   

“You have got to watch this,” she tells Yuri. She watches Yuri’s face instead of the video, having seen it at least forty times by now.

Yuri’s eyes transform into beacons of awe, and Yuko swallows around her rapid heartbeat, breaths coming too short. She sees everything she’s feeling and more on his face. She remembers that she loves him, that he’s real and here and more important than the beautiful boy on her phone who’s trying to pull her under to a scary new world.

ZnT ot3 bdsm AU. Zankyou no Terror, 9/12/Lisa. mix of notes and fic, not just PWP. in heavy need of editing bc a lot was inspired by a non-spicy book.

“But it’s not just me. It’s everyone. You need everyone because you have no idea how to need yourself. Or even how to be yourself.”

“You’re wrong.” The force and volume of her voice shocked her and pushed her onward. “You and Touji. I don’t need anyone except you and Touji! Because you both taught me how to be myself-- no, how to find that on my own. I know exactly who I am, and that me isn’t complete without both of you!” She could feel the tears streaming down her face, yet somehow her voice didn’t waver. She felt so full of conviction she could burst into flames. “Don’t you understand, Arata? We’re all meant to be together.”

From my SnK folder:

Cave of the Crystal Maiden (working title). Aruani. Modern AU. MMORPG shenanigans with a dollop of magical realism/supernatural. Just notes. @portraitofa-girl suggested “meeting online” and it’s been there literally for years oh lord im sorry. no fic yet, just notes.

Falling Anthem (working title) Modern AU Levihan, art student Hange and young professor Levi. just notes. fic one in a planned series. also has been years ;_;

Raindrops and Soft Steps. Jearmin. unsurprisingly, modern AU. One morning, when Jean looks out of his bedroom window, he sees a boy dancing across the street. In the street, to be exact. There wouldn't be anything unusual about that, Jean supposes, except it's raining cats and dogs outside.

In my IAMXfic folder (fff i almost skipped this):

2ndPOVCalberto (DO NOT CORRUPT WITH HET) ChrisxAlberto? not much to say?? yes i know they’re real people??? which applies to everything after this oh my god *crawls under desk* Of course she knows; she is annoyingly perceptive when it comes to romance. The only thing preventing you from asking her (like a fucking lovestruck teenager) if Alberto likes you back is emptying that beer bottle. By then the only thing on your mind is ordering another.

CalbertImmi. i can’t even keep my poly shit outta RPF ahaha omhg Imogen has a conversation with her lover's lover. (AlbertImmi, sequel to...) Imogen finds herself in an unenviable position. (emerging CalbertImmi)

Alternate summaries (CC POV, first fic?): Chris loves two people. He doesn't want to choose. Chris has fallen in love a few times in his life. But he's never fallen for two people at once. (Chris also isn't good at choosing.)

ChrisxJ. several self-insert fics bc CC is just that powerful, apparently. haven’t looked at the file in a long time,,,,,

He started calling people to the stage with him, and one by one, my row emptied.

"Come on, yeah, come on," he was saying, waving his hand in an inviting gesture and grinning like a little kid. "Hey, you want to?" I did a double take.

"Me?" I mouthed, pointing at myself just to be sure. He nodded, smiling wider.

So it was that I walked unsteadily down the ramp and waited in line, feeling like I didn’t belong there. Soon I was next in line. What would I say? What would I do? I was sure if I opened my mouth I’d either burst into tears or faint.

Genderswapped IAMX sci-fi. The sci-fi was inspired by a word prompt, genderswapping by my own brain. (play spot the Immi lmao) Across the aisle, Sam rolled his eyes. “Leave Chris alone; she’s nervous.”

“And put on your own seatbelt, Johann,” shouted Jess, two seats back and in Sam’s aisle.

Patrick turned  to look at Chris. “Subspace travel is a bitch,” he said simply, and turned back to his book.

“Oh, I feel much less nervous now,” Chris said with a sardonic grin. “How do you know that, anyway?”

"I'm not exactly what I seem to be." He didn’t look up.

Chriimmi (While I Was Gone inspired). Chris/Imogen, inspired by scenes from Sue Miller’s While I Was Gone.

"You really ought not to do that, you know," he said softly.

"Do what?"

"Sneak up on me."

My eyes slid from his face. "I didn't mean to. It just... happened."

"Mm." I glanced back at him; he wore a lopsided smile. "Not that I minded." The tension was so strong the air nearly vibrated with it, yet I held my tongue, terrified that I was the only one feeling it. He took a breath, deep, nearly rising on his toes. "No. I didn't mind at all." He took my hand, circled his thumb over the back. My breath caught as I felt it, as I watched him looking down at our hands.

Chriimmi bathtub dream. dream inspired Chris/Immi smut.

Chriimmi twitter. twitfic plus some, inspired from an actual tweet iamx made that i’m still not over. 

@ imogenheap Come sing your lovely lyrics with us in London. @ IAMX misses you. CCx

ChrisxImmi main. grab bag of Chriimmi I was too lazy to put into separate docs.

“What do you think?” She grinned, twirling.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, I-Imogen, what are you wearing?”

“Well, I didn’t want to clash with your theme…  Janine helped me. Does it work?”

Scandalously short skirt, midriff-baring top, knee-high boots.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You’re trying to fucking kill me.”

Her grin only widened, even though a blush had started.

Fic edit chriimmi ver. yeah. editing someone else’s original fic to be chrimmi. either never posting or editing the frick out of. ~_~

He kissed her neck, whispered into it, “I love you.”

Imogen laughed. “Bollocks,” she said lazily.

”I do!” Chris protested. She looked down at him, nestled on her shoulder. He looked back, open, a little adoring. “I fell in love with you halfway through the show; I sang every note just for you.”

”Oh, please. You couldn’t have seen me.”

”No,” he said. “But I knew you were out there… I knew it had been you the minute I saw you backstage.”

Hospital Chriimmi. In which my guilty feeling over RPF are even worse bc of the inspiration ^_^U “Ms. Heap. What a pleasant surprise.” It’s surprising, how well she remembers his voice.

“Mr. Corner, what have you got yourself into?”

“Oh, just a bit of lingering insomnia. You know how it is.”

She takes a seat in the chair near his bed, crossing her legs. “Well, I’ve certainly had a sleepless night here and there, but I’ve never ended up in hospital from it. So no, I don’t suppose I do know.” Her tone is light, but her smile has begun to crack.

ImmixChris genderbend smut. the my secret friend video is... fertile material. have not actually written the smut yet.

...he saw us as characters– we put on those clothes and become separate from ourselves, removed. Whereas I simply felt like myself in men’s clothes, and instead of feeling what He felt for Her, I just kept right on feeling what I felt for Chris, amplified to a distracting level.

ReluctantdommeImmixSubCC. ...shrug emoji? notes and uh. visualizing.

Vampire Chriimmi. based on a dream. smutty. inspired by True Blood so wow that’s old.

From my Markipairings folder:

demon dream. markiplier self insert...... ughhhhhhhh o///o

"You can have me," I tell the creature. "But this one," I jerk my head toward Mark, "comes with me. He's mine, you see." A bold proclamation to make, but in the moment I know that the truth in those words surpasses everything I've ever said. He is mine, and saying the thought out loud fills me with courage. He squeezes my hand, two short and a long one so strong I think he might break it.

I know we’ll win.

DommeJujY. same as above, same as the next four. smutty.

Fight team AU. i forget where i got this one from. vaguely inspired by loveless i guess.  The first clear thought I had was, He shouldn't have gone ahead of me. The second one was, I should have been able to protect him. But these came later, after the rage went away, after I hugged him and apologized, after I bandaged him…

Gaming meetcute. i win some contest or whatever to secretly tagteam w/ Mark. stuff happens and yeah......

The adrenaline surges through my veins as I take in the scene. Mark's avatar is flailing around, backed into a corner by some Eldritch Abomination and holy shit, the graphics in this game are amazing.

"This is not good, I can't move, I can't move…"

There's a voice in the back of my head screaming to shut the game down, to get that horrible thing off the screen. I ignore it.

Markinpanties. .......smut.

shifter-slight sci-fi AU. shrug emoji.

I looked up from the ground and saw I was heading straight for a brick wall. There was no time to slow down. I braced for impact...

It didn't happen. I opened my eyes and found myself in a café.

What.

Looking behind me, I saw a door. On impulse I walked over and opened it; the tree-lined street I could see through the glass was indeed there. No brick wall to smack my face into. Bewildered, I turned around and looked for a seat, choosing one near a window.

Gouldiplier~. master doc of ficbits of my cracky mccrackship, MarkiplierxEllie Goulding.

I check my phone during break time again. My selfie has been liked and retweeted thousands of times, and I shake my head in disbelief; I don't think that will ever stop surprising me, deep down. To make things even better, Mark's liked it! I'm in the middle of a happy jig when I realize there's a text from him and a squeak of joy slips from me.

hellooo gorgeous

looks like you're having fun. Hope the shoot's going great! <3

I quickly send a reply. it has been. Be glad when it's done tho. Missin u lots xo

Markipicbunnies. fanart of Mark for Gouldiplier insipration. photographer au. 

"Ms. Goulding, I'm really not sure about this…"

"I produce pictures that are intimate because I'm an intimate being, Mark." Ellie looked at him directly, a hint of a smile shaping her lips. "Deep down, I think you are too. We just need to draw you out a bit."

showersexgouldiplier. WELP. IT’S SMUT.

Also I have folders for my 2010/11 nanowrimo novel that are kinda still WIPs but also kinda not

i’m gonna tag.... @kippielovesyou @kiridork and @mistergrass and anyone else who wants to do this can too :3