#i say ''have started'' because i haven't noticed anything until a couple of weeks ago

[theflyingfeeling]

...💩

[disneyprincemuke]

"wanna hang out?" * ls2

it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago

pairings: logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver

notes: also nothing to do with vr, but ON GOD I'VE GOT SOMETHING PLANNED WITH THEM I- i am also making this a mini series, because i cant physically sit down and write anything too long because this ask was very long and i simply can't not break it down into parts im sorry anon i love you

| "wanna hang out?" | driver's parade | american burgers | american football | the thanksgiving incident | another williams adoptee | beating the heat | you’re embarrassing me | santa baby | the favourite driver | the situationship | it's nice to have a friend |

"mate, just go up and him and say 'hi'. it's not that hard."

"i know, but i'm scared."

"scared? he's a 22-year-old. he won't bite you."

"you don't know that!"

"he's a really nice kid. just go up to him and ask him if he wants to hang out."

"okay, but only if you come with me?"

"you're a fully grown adult! you don't need me with you to play matchmaker to get a new friend."

"please, george? i'm asking you this one favour."

"no can do. look! there he is! go!"

that's the last thing you hear before you are rudely shoved out of alex's driver's room. you press your lips together into a thin line, fists balled by your side as you hear george close the door behind you. you knew hanging out with george in alex's room without alex is stupid.

you had simply noticed the american rookie quietly following the thai driver around, not making many conversations with other drivers during the pre-season test a couple of weeks ago. while you're very well equipped with making friends and incorporating yourself with the rest of your colleagues, logan seemed to be one of the people you found quite difficult to approach.

not because he's unapproachable. simply because he is also very quiet and reserved on his own. once upon a time, when you first joined formula 1 as the only woman on the grid, you were good friends with charles. that was before you had drifted apart amidst all the outright comparisons everyone would make, and eventually, you had fallen into his shadow while he achieved greater things in the sport.

you had learned to find solace in your own company for about a year or so, only speaking to whoever spoke to you. it wasn't until things started falling into place when toto wolff had picked you to race with mercedes, following lewis hamilton's retirement in 2021 after failing to secure himself a championship.

logan, who has just finished his climb up the stairs, flashes you a friendly smile as he fiddles with his keys. "hey," he greets you, before abruptly turning to unlock the door to his driver's room.

"hi," you smile, awkwardly wiping your palms against the material of your shorts. "i haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself to you. i'm (y/n)."

he pushes his door open, craning his neck to acknowledge you. "i know. i've been a big fan since you joined the sport," he glances elsewhere before meeting your eyes again, "i'm logan?"

"right, we already know that," you sigh, shaking your head. you take a step forward, maintaining your distance from the entrance of his driver's room. you don't want to wind up overstepping your welcome. "um, well, welcome to formula 1."

he smiles at you, slightly more genuine this time. you watch as he puts his bag down by the door. "thank you."

"no problem." you bite on the inside of your cheek, turning around to open the door to alex's driver's room. you hear the door creaking behind you, and you vaguely remember that all this awkward conversation wasn't initiated for nothing.

you turn back around and try to hold the door open. your palm meets the door, logan flinching back in surprise as you tilt your head to peek up at him. "have you had your lunch yet?"

he shakes his head. "why?"

"george and i are waiting for alex to finish his meeting with james before we go and grab lunch somewhere in the paddocks," you smile. "wanna hang out?"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my mom to stop singing?

okay so a couple months back i (a uni student) moved out of my old apartment and back in with my parents while i try to find a new one. the only issue is, since i first moved away, my parents had moved into a smaller house than they had when me and my siblings were growing up. they now have their bedroom and my dad's study, but no additional bed or guest rooms. for this reason, i have been sleeping on their living room couch.

my mom also doesn't have a room of her own, so her laptop is also in the living room, as is mine. so basically the living room is our shared domain for the time we spend at home. i have class and friends to spend time with, so i'm away relatively frequently (though i'm on winter break now of course), while my mom is retired and is at home basically 95% of the time year-round.

me and my mom both listen to music a lot and our tastes do not overlap basically at all. i listen mostly to indie, folk, rock, the kind of stuff white queer kids love, while my mom's music is almost entirely soulful christian pop about big j and stuff.

up until recently, my mom didn't wear headphones. she'd play music directly from her laptop speakers. this obviously bothered me somewhat, but i hadn't said anything about it. recently (i.e. a couple weeks ago) i asked her if she'd consider starting to wear headphones, which she has for the most part, though sometimes she forgets. i just kinda let her do whatever if she does, i haven't mentioned it again since.

so that's the first time i asked my mom to be quieter, and i don't think i'm an asshole for that. my worry is about the second time. you see, over the last week, she's taken to singing along to her tunes. maybe she did that before and i just didn't notice over the actual song itself? anyway, i can definitely hear it now.

and of course it's not the best musical performance, it's a lady with little singing experience belting along to her favourite songs, but it's not really about the quality of the singing. i don't like the music she likes and would prefer not to listen to it, is all.

today, whilst she was singing, i gently asked her: "could you stop singing?" i didn't mean forever, just in that moment. i really tried to say it in a nice way, and i don't think i sounded particularly rude? it should be noted, though, that my parents do seem to think of me as some kind of sensitive sally intent on criticizing every little thing they do. that feeling does kind of go both ways, but i admit sometimes i can be harsh on my mom, because she can be overbearing and a bit neurotic, and i don't really get to have the space i wish i could, especially not now when i'm living with them.

anyway, so i ask: "could you stop singing?" and my mom says something like "okay- well, i would prefer not to." the way she said it really made it sound like i had hurt her feelings. so i said, "okay. that's alright. you can sing." she stopped singing and has been sort of running around for the last 10 minutes or so restlessly doing random things.

my parents are that kind of people who are really really deep in "politeness" and genuinely baffle me since i'm autistic (like, a couple of days ago we had some leftover cake, and my dad straight up forced me to take half of what was left over even though i said i didn't want it. i still don't really know why?) so i'm sure even though i said "okay, nevermind then," my mom didn't believe me.

while she was running around doing random things, i told her, "sorry if i hurt your feelings." and she said, "oh, it's nothing." i genuinely don't know if i'm in the wrong here. i feel like, on the one hand, this is a space we have to share, and i should have the right to ask her not to make noise (i always wear headphones and never sing along to music or vc with friends when my parents are around), but on the other hand, it's her house, and she should have the right to sing in it, right? i don't know.

TL;DR: i asked my mom to stop singing in the only space for our computers in the house and i'm pretty sure it upset her. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[scoops-stevie-archive]

maybe if i keep talking about the pre s1 au i'll actually write it

Robin has spent plenty of time watching Steve Harrington from the shadows. The way he continuously stayed on the sidelines of the rest of his friends' bullying was interesting. He never said too much of anything when it happened, didn't look all that interested in it, either. Just leaned against a locker and looked bored out of his mind.

Until a week before Thanksgiving break a couple years ago, when Tommy Hagan started bragging to anyone who'd listen about how Steve got his shit rocked by Jonathan Byers and promptly dumped him and Carol to the curb after. Sure, Tommy made sure to mention that Steve was the one to push until Jonathan finally snapped and punched him, but he didn't say how Steve had gone limp after. Letting Byers rearrange his face until a teacher ran over to break them up.

She remembers how lost he'd looked in the aftermath. Like he was a shell of himself.

So yeah. Steve Harrington isn't the same person he was in high school. Or at least he's trying not to be, that much Robin has noticed since he started working at Scoops at the beginning of the summer. But she didn't think he'd changed so much to be openly flirting with the Freak of Hawkins.

Well. Not exactly flirting, but there's something there Robin can't quite put her finger on.

Steve's manning the counter, right where she'd left him twenty minutes ago, but instead of looking like the picture of boredom slinging ice cream to annoying kids, he's leaned his elbows on the counter where Eddie Munson is doing the same on the other side. They're too quiet for Robin to hear what they're talking about but Steve's fingers are hooked on Eddie's watch, not pulling or tugging. Just resting.

Eddie's hands are clasped in front of him but his pointer finger keeps reaching out to lightly stroke Steve's arm, and that's when it hits Robin like a slap in the face.

They're domestic.

The lobby is empty, save for Eddie's friends that now occupy one of the booths, loudly arguing over something but Robin could care less because at that moment, Steve says something that has Eddie letting out a cackle laugh, his nose scrunched up and his shoulders shaking as he laughs. Her eyes slide over to Steve and he's.

Huh.

Gone is the usual smug smirk that graces his face when a girl laughs at one of his (awful) jokes, and is replaced by something... fond. His face is relaxed into a small smile and his round Bambi eyes are shining with mirth. Like he'd expected this reaction. Sometime during this, their fingers have tangled together in a subtle hand-hold across the counter and holy shit.

Steve Harrington is dating Eddie Munson.

One of Eddie's friends (Jeff, she thinks. They had pre-calc together.) says something and Steve only rolls his eyes as he replies. Eddie's grinning at them over his shoulder. Neither of their postures have changed. Robin feels like the room's spinning.

She knows about Eddie. Eddie knows about her. It's never been verbally said, but birds of a feather and all that. It doesn't have to be. She must accidentally bump into something in her attempt to rebalance the world because Steve's head is snapping toward her and panic flashes in his eyes as he tries to rip his hands away from Eddie's.

Eddie only holds them tighter as he locks eyes with her.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he tells Steve in a hushed tone. In front of him, Steve's visibly shaking like a leaf, mouth opening and closing but not making a sound. Robin's heart breaks a little. He looks downright terrified. Eddie's eyes haven't left her. "She's safe. Aren't you, Birdie?"

The question is directed at her. She swallows and nods quickly. "Y-yeah!" She winces at the volume of it. Clearing her throat, she tries again, taking a step forward like she's approaching a frightened animal. "You can trust me, Steve." Uses his first name instead of the 'dingus' that's grown affectionate. "I'm—" She glances over at the booth that's gone quiet. She doesn't want to out herself to the entire freak population of Hawkins High.

"I'm family," she settles on.

It takes Steve a moment for it to sink in, and when it does, his eyes somehow grow bigger in understanding. "Oh," he breathes out, like a sigh of relief. Eddie's rubbing his thumb over Steve's knuckles.

"Yeah, dingus." Robin's close enough now to nudge his shoulder with hers. "Oh. Why don't you go on break? I've got this."

Steve gives her a grateful look and tugs Eddie to the booth to join Eddie's —their— friends.

"It's about damn time you guys joined us," the curly haired one complains as they both slide in on the same side. Eddie throws a straw wrapper at him and Robin stops paying attention after that.

[transitioningpirate]

today - 03/11 - dates exactly one month since i've started t!!!!! i'm so happy and honestly so pleased with everything. i had a bit of a bad month (got sick, had a bit of a falling out with someone and then i got sick again) but seeing the effects it's had on me already makes me honestly so happy. and thinking about what's to come makes me so much happier!! it's been a while since i realized i actually was feeling excited for the long term future. it's amazing.

here's some of the changes i noticed:

same as the last list - hunger and thirst have increased a lot. the doctor says it's because of my metabolism, it's much faster now. this is good but also bad because i keep forgetting to drink water. this is something that i've always struggled with. before this week, i've already ended up in a hospital because of dehydration like three times. anyways, i used to live in an island, very used to humidity, and this year, for college, i moved to a town that's, like, over an hour away from the nearest beach. it's very very dry. and like i said before, in november we were hit by a terrible heat wave, and it all piled up: fast metabolism, heat wave, dry place, me forgetting to drink water frequently, and you guessed it: i ended up at the hospital yesterday :(. had to take some pain meds and some saline, but im totally fine now, and ill make sure it doesn't happen again!

so much more energy. i know i said this already, but it's crazy, seriously, i have so much more energy just in general, for everything. it's amazing. ive been sleeping better, eating better, working harder, studying more, it's crazy. my mood has increased a lot, too, actually, especially after my second t shot.

irritability, but i think this has more to do with my personal life. a bit of tmi here: i was seeing someone until not long ago but some not-very-nice stuff happened, and i asked for a break (with no intention of returning, mind you, despite what he so confidently claimed) and immediately after realized i very likely had an sdt for the first time in my whole life. for the record, this is the only person ive slept with this whole year, basically. so. yeah, i was stressed, you can say that. spent a bit of money on meds, and im already feeling much much better, but it definitely took me down for a couple days, emotionally and physically, and i honestly think my irritability came from that, but maybe t had a hand on it too? who knows

two friends of mine claimed im growing a moustache, but i dont think so yet. i already had a very thin very small moustache before, and maybe it's getting a bit thicker? i haven't noticed it personally except in one (01) picture i took with a weird lightning. im not sure... but i like to think so! maybe it's just starting to get thicker and it'll actually grow eventually!

acne. i bought a soap for my face specifically, and i use it everyday, sometimes twice a day, so it's not as bad as it could be, but it's definitely present. mostly in my forehead and my chin. it's easily taken care of, though, and doesn't hurt and barely shows, so it's whatever

my voice has definitely gotten deeper! not significantly so, but it definitely has, it's noticeable, and i love it so much. i love listening my own voice. i love listening to myself talk. i love it, love it love it love it so much. i record so much more audios on wpp now, i like hearing them back, i like hearing myself!!!!! it's the best. ive never felt this way about my voice before. im so happyyyy <3<3

it's so hooooot god i feel hot almost all of the time, everywhere it's warm and i sweat sooooo much. doubled my deodorant use and i have no regrets. it's not a bad thing, but it is mildly inconvenient sometimes, ngl. living in this hot as all hell town definitely doesn't help. ive wore more light and freeing clothes and it actually helps a lot, though. plus, my baby cousin's birthday this month will be a pool party, so im hella excited for that!!!!!!

if i can think of anything else, ill add onto this. thank you so much :3

[weepylucifer]

i try to keep it light n breezy on here, but i think i need to write some shit down somewhere. so here is a dreary little tale

so in august of last year, i had covid. it felt like a two-week-long flu, but then it was over. a year ago FUCKING PRECISELY, the Problems started. i went to multiple doctors, but no one paid me any attention, and i was told not to make a fuss, everyone was having post-covid these days, and it'd all go away by itself. further, in a breathtaking display of shittiness, my dad told me to stop being selfish and burden my mother (who, after all, has actual problems!) and himself with my shit. so i gave up. i tried to go on with my life as if nothing had happened, to get a job and finish college, and hoped that the Problems would indeed go away by themselves.

since then i have sat by and watched my body get weaker and weaker and it scared the shit out of me, but there was literally no one who would listen to me or believe me. i lost what little endurance i started out with until i couldn't make the 10-minute walk to the grocery store without almost passing out. i did faint in the grocery store, actually, and i just went home and told no one bc they would have just told me it was my fault, that if i exercised, or kept a proper sleep schedule, or what the fuck ever, i would be in the bloom of my health. for a year now, randomly, my heartbeat goes weird. i started getting dizzy spells out of nowhere with no apparent cause. i live alone. i was frightened all of the time of the day i'd just not manage to take care of myself anymore. i was convinced that if i asked my friends or boyfriend for help, they'd believe i was lying too. i had no idea what was going on with my body. post-covid can, it looks like right now, manifest any fucking symptom ever, which means it could also be anything else.

because the dizziness was getting so dire i barely dared to leave the house anymore, i decided to try seeing my gp again. this time they discovered i'm so fucking anemic it's like a dracula stole half my blood away. after i was Urged to go to the hospital, i arrived at an ER bursting with people and naturally presumed i'd have to hang around for a couple hours, but after i showed them my blood test results i was absolutely Rushed into observation. i got an iron transfusion and am on several new meds as of last week.

today there was an article in the paper (yeah, my parents still subscribe to the local paper) on the one dude in this area who treats post-covid. it lists every symptom that i have. it also says that apparently somehow covid fucks with whatever it is that makes red blood vessels. this could have been explained to me a year ago. it wasn't. i had to let it get exceedingly bad to be deemed worthy of help. that doctor doesn't even have a solution yet. just "eat beets, take walks, and exercise a bit but not too much". i still took the article and put it in my journal bc it's the first thing i've seen in a year that has validated me.

so here i am. my health is in the toilet. i am an absolute twitching anxious mess. even if everything goes perfectly with the new meds (which it rarely does for anyone, does it) it may take weeks or even months until i get to just feel normal again. i still get dizzy every day. sometimes i have a hard time focusing on reading or writing. i can't work. i can't do anything strenuous for fear of passing out. i'm staying with my parents because i'm not sure, if i went back to my apartment, if i could manage to keep myself alive. i haven't seen my boyfriend in weeks. there are friends i'm not meeting, ladies i'm not going on dates with, parties and other events that i'm missing. every time i have to text someone saying i'm not well enough to go out quite yet, i'm afraid they'll get tired of my shit and stop contacting me. my life is basically on hold until further notice.

and there are still people who have been hit way worse by post-covid than me. i am at least not bedridden, and i still have my sense of smell and taste, and it seems like my symptoms can be improved. i'm not saying this to self-flagellate, i'm saying it because it's ludicrous how callously the whole disease gets treated. people want covid as a whole out of sight and out of mind so that we can all be such productive little cogs in the capitalist machine and act like the pandemic is over. tons of people are still catching it. others will never be the same from the aftereffects of it, and there straight up is no cure for that. like what is fucking wrong with us as a world that we consider that acceptable collateral damage. for what, even? just so that we can continue avoiding taking stock of the current episteme that Does Not fucking work for most of us in the first place? just so that somewhere, for the gratification of someone, line go up? why was it so important for us, a year or so ago, to reestablish this figment of normalcy when, again, what was normal was already not working out?

[avoverud]

i apologize for disappearing for a week but here's a relationship analysis (maybe) to make up for it.

starring cobert, obviously.

i actually scribbled down something a month or so ago about this, but i didn't remember anything about it until this week and decided to actually get it down. anyways, it came up when i was watching rewatching da2 ( mostly the cobert scene from da2 ) and i noticed something really interesting

we all know cobert is the most amazingest perfect couple in the history of the world, but sometimes you have to realize that their relationship is still human, so they have their ups and downs and difficulties, right?

well, i noticed that robert and cora's relationship is a beautiful example of two people with different love languages.

that scene in da2 PERFECTLY sums it up. i will put it in bullet points because i like bullet points.

nothing really happens at the start. they're talking, arguing, being hysterical (mainly just robert), stuff like that

when robert starts crying, cora responds by immediately rushing up to him, and she cups her hands around his face.

that's her way of showing affection, physical touch. she's being more physical to try and comfort him

robert doesn't show affection that way, though, so he's not very consoled, but he accepts the gesture and places his hands around her waist

which is probably my favorite part in the scene, after the kiss obvs because it's SO SWEET UGH

when she says "we're not sad people," the way she says it is probably the most american thing i've seen out of her. i don't know why.

and now both of them are crying and i'm definitely not crying shut up

so then he tells her that he loves her, not in those exact words, but as you can see he uses words instead of actions

i think up to this moment, cora knows that he doesn't understand that she's saying i love you, albeit not in his way

so i think her saying "i loved you from the start" was a sacrifice on her part

also fun fact it shows how expressing her feelings that way is so completely out of cora's comfort zone, because she's been living under the "i don't have much time left" mindset for the past few months

when she says that, though, he literally STOPS CRYING. ITS SO FUNNY BUT SO CUTE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

and then she says "we have been happy, haven't we?" i feel like happiness is very important to english people. i mean once in a while in a relationship it gets brought up.

they kiss.

the tension goes back down REALLY QUICK, though, thanks to cora, and i thought that was really interesting

thank you for reading my bullet points that were supposed to be me doing a relationship analysis but ending up being me commentating on the scene in da2 :)

[nothanksehh]

Hear Me Now pt. 1

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to my new series that I have no idea how long it will be or what will happen because I am just letting my brain lead where it will. There have been a couple of inspirations for this for a while now and I am sure the concept has been done before somewhere but I just haven't found any to read so I thought I would make it myself. Let me know what you think and if you love it let me know! Words that are in italics are the soulmates communicating with eachother. Warnings: soulmate au, fluff, angst, slow burn to eventual smut, bang chan and y/n, more to come I am sure

There is just something about a soulmate that makes people look at life differently. There are so many types of love that you can experience in a lifetime but the value set on finding your soulmate has soared in the last hundred years. Thanks to some weird phenomenon people have been hearing what their soulmate hears throughout their normal everyday life.

And it isn't all people and even if you have one it won't start until you turn 18. No one knows why, maybe some people just don't have a soulmate or maybe their soulmate isn't part of this lifetime yet. All I know is that the second you turn 18 there is an absurd amount of attention put on you to see if you will be one of the lucky ones.

And somehow I am one of the people who get to experience it. When I turned 18 I started hearing his world. Even though it was only about two weeks ago that it happened, I haven't heard much. From what people know you don't hear everything all the time. Just small snippets of their day here and there. They say that the stronger the emotion the person is feeling determines if you will hear your soulmate. There was a study done where they got soulmates together and tested it.

So far all I know is that he does something with music, he is older than me, and his name is Chan. He sounds like he has a band with his friends. We haven't even had time to talk about anything with how busy I have been. Being in the process of moving out to go to college has consumed all of my attention.

But the semester would start soon and I would be able to get some of the weight of moving off my plate. My family didn't exactly fight me on moving so far away for college. Being from a small town always made me want to experience the big city life in New York. I am going to be majoring in musical theater performance.

And from there who knows what I will do. There are shows everywhere in the world that I could be a part of. I made sure to take language classes in high school and I will be taking more in college as well. For now, I just speak English and French, but with college lessons, I will be able to add Korean to that mix. I already know a few basics of the language from growing up but to be fluent is my goal.

As I have done every morning for the past two weeks waking up, I tell the empty room good morning. Just in case Chan could hear it. He hasn’t said it back yet so maybe he can’t hear it. Sometimes I am grateful for not having to share a dorm with another person. I have always enjoyed being sort of a loner. That and I am not sure I am going to tell anyone about my soulmate yet.

I decided that today I was going to walk around the campus and see if there are any good places to scope out for food. On my walk I noticed some mumbling coming from Chan. He sounded frustrated. Not wanting to look like a weirdo, I ducked into an alleyway and spoke.

"Hey, Chan? Are you alright?"

Oh, hi. Umm yeah I will be. Just something making me a little upset.

"Well whats wrong? Maybe I can help?"

It was quiet for a long time, I almost decided to just go back to trying to find food before he finally answered.

It is mainly work things that are frustrating me, nothing for you to worry about. It just means today is going to be another busy one.

"Oh, alright..." I'm not going to lie that I am a little disappointed by his answer. Is it so wrong for me to want to help him? He must have heard that I was upset because he continued to talk to me.

This is awkward... I am sorry. I didn't mean to not let you in it's just I am a pretty private person. I am adjusting to you being able to hear me and I am sure it will take time for me to actually open up fully. Forgive me?

It was the most he had ever spoken to me but it softened me somehow. "Of course, I can forgive you. You... well you're my soulmate. How could I not?"

Good, thank you. Although I do have one complaint.

"What? Has our one conversation gone wrong somehow?" You heard him laugh with you at your small joke.

I don't even know your name, but you seem to have heard mine. I could trade another piece of information though?

"Hmm, very tempting Chan. Okay, what is your favorite band? Answer that and I will tell you my name." Chan immediately laughed, for what reason I'm not sure.

My favorite band... hard to say. Let's go with a disclaimer that if you listen to them you can't judge that it is K-Pop. The band is Stray Kids.

"Oh, I actually like K-Pop a little bit, I haven't listened to them before. I am actually learning Korean so it can be a study project too!"

You are learning Korean? That is fantastic! I happen to be fluent so any time you want to talk in Korean let me know!

"That would actually be a huge help! Thank you! And for my end of our little bargain, my name is Y/N."

Y/N... what a pretty name.

I feel like I could hear him smiling as he said my name. It sent a bunch of butterflies straight to my stomach.

Well my dear, Y/N. I have to go about my day now. I hope that we can talk more. Just this little bit has already made me feel better.

"You are very welcome. Hear ya later." After that, we both stopped talking. I heard him walk around the room he was in for a little before it went silent again. I was so consumed in our small conversation I forgot that I was outside. I made my way to the small cafe I had seen and went about my day.

***

Nighttime came quicker than I would have thought and as I made my way back to my dorm on a full stomach I thought about Chan. Curious about so many things, there was so much that I didn't know about him. Where did he live? What was his job? What did he even look like?

When I reached my room, I immediately climbed into bed and pulled out my phone and airpods. I at least knew what his favorite band was, and that was something. All night I listened to the songs made by Stray Kids. They were all really good. I don't think that there had ever been a group where I liked every single song on an album, Stray Kids would be the first exception to that.

It looked like they had released an album earlier this year and one song, in particular, stood out to me. "Waiting For Us" was the song's name, the first time I listened to it I had tears in my eyes. I replayed that song over and over again. The voice of the person in the first chorus kept catching my attention. There was something so comforting about the way he sang, familiar almost.

And when I finally listened to other songs, that same voice kept giving me chills every time I heard it. This was definitely going to be the start of my K-Pop addiction, I can already tell.

CHAN

I think that as soon as I told her what my "favorite band" was I regretted it. How easy it would be for her to just look up the members and find out that I was their leader and she would know. If she didn't already know, my voice is too distinct. What a cheap way to tell her who I am, I just couldn't actually tell her outright. It seemed too strange.

When I told JYP that my soulmate heard me for the first time there were so many meetings. Being the first of our group to hear their soulmate was bound to come up and I saw no use in hiding it. Better to get it out of the way as soon as possible to give everyone time to make sure it wasn't going to cause a fiasco.

JYP had settled on the fact that it would be up to what type of person she was and how we would handle it from there. The only real demand from the meeting was that I wait to tell her my full identity until I know a little more about her. It wasn't my favorite thing in the world.

I actually downright hated that I had to hide myself from her. I don't know if I was trying to rebel when I told her or if I was trying to get around his wishes but I am sure regretting it now. I have been so in my head worrying all day that I have messed up several times now in dance practice. I am sure that the others have noticed but they haven't said anything. I told them what was going on, it was pointless to hide things from my brothers.

We finally wrapped up for the night and I headed straight home. We had all agreed to order dinner tonight and eat at one of the condos. Half of them went to go grab food and the others of us went to the house to get it cleaned up a little bit. Not that we were particularly messy in the 3 Racha and Hyunjin dorm, but we had just slightly less time to clean than the others.

With a meal finally in my stomach, I felt like I was slowly relaxing. Felix and Han were making jokes about Seungmin earlier in practice and we were all laughing and having a good time when I heard it. It was almost like I was in the studio getting the tracks ready.

Hearing Y/N listen to our songs stopped me mid-laugh and the others stopped to look at me.

"What's going on, Chan? Do you hear your soulmate?" Felix asked me eagerly. Being the first to hear their soulmate had made Felix especially curious about the whole thing. Not that the others weren't curious as well, but Felix had been the most excited.

"She, Y/N... she is listening to our songs." I managed to choke out with a slight smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

They all had different expressions but Jeongin was the first to speak.

"She clearly needed to hear my voice. Which songs is she listening to?" he said.

"She is listening to 'Waiting for Us', on repeat actually. She keeps playing it over and over again."

"Ahh, see?" Jeongin said, "She can't get enough of me. I am pretty hard to resist."

I laughed and smacked his arm. The mood in the room went back to normal and we all kept talking until it was late into the night. And the whole time as I went to sleep that night I thought about her listening to our songs. It brought me more happiness than I thought it would, and for once I slept really well.

***

In the morning, I woke up feeling refreshed. For the first day in a while, we had a free day and were able to do whatever we wanted. I would normally spend this day as a catch-up time to work on songs that needed to be finished as the other members would go and spend time together. For whatever reason, I decided to join them today. A day off was excruciatingly needed in my department, maybe it would give me more opportunities to talk with Y/N.

I was determined to get to know her better, starting today. Any chance I got throughout the day I would ask if she wanted to talk with me, but I got nothing from her end. It was almost the end of the day for me when she finally responded.

Hey, sorry I was asleep. School starts tomorrow and I wanted to get a good night's rest. Guess I slept too long.

"Oh! Hi! I am happy you slept well, what are you going to be studying in school?" Did I sound too eager? Could she tell that I had been waiting for this moment all day? She must have been able to tell because she laughed when she responded.

Thank you, I am going to be studying musical theater here in New York.

New York? So far away, but that would make sense why she didn't respond sometimes. Why our schedules seem to hardly overlap.

"Wow, that is awesome. Can I hear you sing sometime? I promise to give you something in return." I knew I couldn't promise her to hear me sing just yet, no matter how badly I wanted her to hear it.

Hmmm, that is very tempting. Let me see, what would I want in return from you? I am assuming that you live in Australia from the accent, although that doesn't explain the Korean you speak so frequently. Seems like too easy of a thing to ask where you live in exchange for my singing expertise. What if I ask for your phone number? It would be nice to have a solid form of communication with you to get to know you better.

"I will give you two things then, I did use to live in Australia, but I live in South Korea now. I was born here but grew up for a while in Australia. And you can for sure have my number, we mainly use a chat app here but I am pretty sure you can download it in the US?"

I gave her all the details and even got my first message from her. It was just a tiny heart emoji but it sent butterflies straight to my stomach. I sent her a heart back and saved her under Y/N-ie.

She said she had to go after that but we messaged the rest of the day. Getting to know her had to be the best part of my day. She loved cats, theater, learning about what foods people loved so she could cook for them, and she had big dreams to travel the world someday.

I could already tell how much she meant to me. And it surprised me how well we would fit together, I guess she wouldn't be my soulmate if we weren't supposed to complete each other's puzzles. I told her little things about myself in return and it felt like there was a weight lifting off my shoulders with every bit of myself I gave to her. If I didn't pace myself I would be telling her exactly who I was before I could stop it from happening.

Y/N

It had barely been any time since I had heard Chan and I already knew I loved him. I thought about him all day long as I attended my first day of classes. In between scouting out pathways to lectures and stuffing my brain with all the syllabi from the professors were thoughts of Chan. What was he doing today? What did he even look like? Was he thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him?

The only thing that held me to the ground was the music he had introduced me to. I messaged him how badly he ruined me by showing me this band. They had quickly become my favorite and I didn't even know that much about the members. As I got home that night I settled myself in front of my computer and googled them. 8 members, all living in South Korea. I looked at the images of their faces and was absolutely stunned. They were all gorgeous! How were human beings this god-like even allowed to exist?

I started to deep dive into the individual members' info pages. They had a member around my age, even though he was older by a few years. I started with his page, Jeongin. And as I worked my way up through the members I continued to be floored by them. I made a point to ask Chan if he knew Felix had been from Australia too? Maybe that is what brought him to like the band in the first place.

But as I scrolled up, and was met with the information on their leader my whole body froze. I didn't know whether to be upset, cry, or think I had been lied to even though he didn't outright lie. I did know however that I put all my displeasure into my tone when I called out his name.

"Chan, are you serious right now?" I don't know if I had ever heard myself get so upset before.

What? Are you alright? What's wrong?

I could tell how worried he was, and it almost made me feel bad for my tone. "I don't know what is going on but I would very much so enjoy an explanation Mr. Bang Chan of Stray Kids."

He was quiet. I was quiet, waiting.

So, maybe I should start at the beginning...

This is going to be a long night.

[aetherspoon]

A not-so-simple relocation, Days 13-15.

That whole situation with ordering things? It got worse. Last time: I couldn't make most orders because I either needed a Norwegian phone number, a Norwegian credit card, or a Norwegian bank account. Now: Apparently, I don't exist according to the local postal service. They just outright refused to deliver my packages on Day 13, which included the cat food my cats so desperately needed, among many other feline-related things. I was notified of this at 18:45 or so at night, as the postal service here seems to schedule deliveries for a timespan starting at 17:00. Which is fine, except that the online store stops their support at 17:00, so I couldn't get them to fix whatever* was wrong.

See the asterisk? Yeah, there actually wasn't anything wrong (as I found out today, Day 15). The post office are just being a bunch of dicks and redirected the shipment to a nearby (but not the closest nearby) package pickup area. Mind you, this is about 70kg worth of packages and I have no car. I am not carrying them for a 20 minute walk, even if it is all downhill. What the hell, Norwegian Postal Service? They never bothered explaining themselves, and the initial notice just said that they couldn't find the address. Mind you, same address we've had many other packages delivered by them with Kriatyrr's name on it. Today (day 15) I finally got the notification about the packages being left at the package dropoff. I logged in online and, using Kriatyrr's phone number, instructed them to be dropped off here. Again. And paying a fee for each package to be delivered to my home when I already paid said fee to begin with. And now they've decided they're delivering this... on Wednesday. It was scheduled to be delivered to my home Friday of last week. I... I have no words. This culture is so ridiculously hostile to the idea that someone might not be Scandinavian born-and-raised that absolutely nothing seems to work properly for someone who isn't.

I had to ration my cat food over the weekend. Anyone that knows me (or cat lovers in general) knows to what extent I make sure my cats are always fed and treated with care, and I had to drop their food intake to make it to today. To say I'm furious is an understatement.

Now, you'll notice that I said "until today". I started contacting vet offices around the area trying to find some stock of t/d to buy for my cats, and I finally found an online service that told me that a vet clinic clear on the opposite side of Bergen from here had some. I picked it up today. Meanwhile, Kriatyrr got sick. We were worried it was COVID when things took a turn for the worse on Saturday (Day 13). Unfortunately, when I went out to try and get some COVID tests, I discovered... that the grocery stores around here stopped carrying them entirely. Well, one stopped, the other might have stopped or might just be completely out with absolutely no sign that they were intending to stock any more. People asked why I had said that Norway was worse than (most of) the US with respect to their COVID response. This is why - no one cares here. They haven't for years now. The trip I made here two years ago where I had to go into quarantine was a joke because the highest chance I had at being infected was in the Bergen Airport, because no one bothered to even mask up. Well, it is two years later and they don't even bother to test things here anymore. Hell, they started a pilot wastewater testing plan (which is a good idea!) and then shrunk the pilot down to just a couple of points in Oslo. Because why bother finding out if you have a spike anywhere but the capital, right? Not like this virus seems to come in waves and hit different areas at different times so you can get a heads-up the moment one of your areas gets infected, right?

Anyway, rant aside, it appears as though only pharmacies have any COVID testing kits around here, and by the time I had gone through the grocery store those were closed. I even went out a second time (climbing that stupid hill again) to no avail. Sunday (Day 14) meant that just about everything was closed, because Norway still has a lot of religious laws about working on the sabbath, and I had to go hunting for a place, anywhere, that was actually open on Sundays that would have a test (and any other medical stuff we needed).

I eventually found two, one of which was actually accessible via bus. Went to downtown where the pharmacy was jam packed with sick people because, surprising absolutely everyone but me apparently, sickness doesn't observe Christianity and doesn't take off Sundays.

Folks, I am So. Tired. Of. This. Every step that I try to take, this country tries to thwart. I knew going into this that I was going to have an exceptionally rough time of things, I knew that the language barriers were going to get to me, but this has been absurd. Kriatyrr doesn't have Covid, for reference, and is on the mend at this point.

Today (day 15), I started feeling my muscular issues in my trapezius muscles start coming back with a vengeance. I had stopped taking my painkillers for my gout this morning because I was tired of getting punched in the stomach by them every day (and I'm worried I'm developing a resistance - which I am), but apparently they were also relieving some of the pain from those muscles.

The pain got so bad that I had to stop part-way through my workday, as I couldn't really sit at my desk any longer. In addition, I had to trek to the other side of Bergen (I live South of Sentrum, this is to the North) to pick up 6kg of cat food I had ordered. I just... gave up. I'm tired of having everyone look at me with pain in their eyes and treat me like an idiot because I don't understand enough Norwegian to ask my questions, or laughing at me when I do attempt to speak it. I'm tired of everything fighting me every. single. step. I'm tired of having to practically beg to get my cats the food they need to eat. I'm just so tired.

[timeoverload]

I have been so angry all day and I am literally shaking still. I am trying really hard not to take it out on anyone. I think I might be a little hormonal.

I am still frustrated about what happened on Saturday but I haven't wanted to make a big deal out of it. I guess I am just supposed to wake up super early every Saturday and get ready in case you decide you want to message me. It is making me anxious now. I would appreciate to get some more notice next time because you didn't say anything until 1:30. I don't want to keep doing this and I just want to hang out now...

I wish you weren't mad at me about it because I wanted to see you too. I definitely didn't enjoy the rest of my weekend. I wish I wouldn't have had things I needed to do that day and that I had felt better. I really didn't mean to upset you or ruin your weekend. I'm sorry.

I also didn't know what I wanted to get but I think I figured it out. I want a snake on my upper right arm with some hibiscus flowers. I think I want red hibiscus flowers. I think I want to incorporate some more cherry blossoms into that or some other small flower. Flowers are kind of my thing I guess. I still haven't found any good reference pictures but I'm working on it. I'm sure whatever you come up with will look amazing as always. I know you were trying to convince me to get a koi on my arm but I want one on my leg. I am starting to get more ideas now.

I know that I had mentioned earlier last week that I needed to spend time over the weekend working on my finances because it has been bothering me a lot and I've been having nightmares about it. I am just trying to be responsible. I already got sued once last year. I didn't want to try to take out any money from my bank account over the weekend because I was waiting for my payments to clear.

I didn't have time to call the OBGYN's office today to pay my bill from a couple months ago and I owe them $200 still. I tried to pay online and it wasn't working. They closed before I got off work. I was super busy this afternoon and I got another call from a debt collector and I decided to answer it because I was already mad and having horrible anxiety about everything. I just want them to go away. The guy on the phone was super rude. They wanted money for a bill that I didn't even know I had from when I was in the hospital. I just decided to pay it even though it was over $300. I have like no savings left. I was trying to save up for a car but I knew I had a lot of bills to pay for first. I guess I didn't realize how much I owed because I'm so disorganized. Maybe I will learn this time.

There are things I need to buy right now too so I might be struggling for a while. I need to make sure I have enough in my account to cover the bills that are on auto-pay. I'm trying not to spend too much money on food at work. I know I need to have at least $100 for Friday. I hope I can also afford new glasses and take the cats to the vet next week. I won't get paid until next Friday.

I also wanted to order some things to donate but I didn't want to do that until I paid some stuff off. I am planning on doing that tonight so hopefully whatever I end up getting arrives on time. I'm not sure if I will have the energy to go to the store and it's easier for me to order things.

I didn't have a good day. It definitely felt like a Monday. I got woken up by a fox screaming outside my window. They like to hang out on the side of the house at night. I love them and I think they're adorable but they make the most unsettling noises. I went outside to get in my car for work and noticed my car door was frozen shut. I had to get a ride to work from my dad but I wasn't late thankfully. I'm glad I can rely on him when I need help. It was nice to not have to worry about parking or walking in the cold today.

When I got to work, I was the only one in the department and I didn't know where anyone was. I was trying to get my eye stuff set up when someone came running in to tell me there were priorities in decontam and they needed to be done right away. There were 6 impactor drills and those are a pain to wash and I ended up having to do it because no one else was around. I couldn't wait for someone to show up because I didn't have a lot of time to get them in the autoclave. I still had a lot of my own stuff to do but somehow I figured it out. I also set up a bunch of pans for the wrong doctor because I've been distracted and lost in my head. They can still use the pans tomorrow but I try to be accurate so I don't create more work for the techs but there's not much I can do about it now. The state showed up for a surprise inspection this morning and they are supposed to be there until Thursday. Everything is always so chaotic when they show up because the people in charge are trying to cover their asses and hide things. Everyone is so stressed out and I hate it. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow because they are going to follow me and watch me work for a while and that's going to be nerve-racking. I'm trying not to think about it. I'm glad I didn't have to stay late tonight because I was on the verge of having an episode at work.

It's nice to be home now. I think I'm finally starting to calm down. I have no idea what I'm going to eat tonight but my stomach still feels like it's in knots. I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through the rest of the week but I will survive. I still have so much stuff to do tonight so I probably should stop writing now. I am already so tired but I am expecting to be up late tonight anyway. Hopefully tomorrow is better than I think it will be.

I hope everyone else has a lovely evening. Thanks for listening to me vent.

💖💖💖

[marvelousm]

Sparks Of Love

pairing: female teacher x male teacher

Word Count: 736

Reading time: 5 mins.

A/N: I wanted to write one of my favourite teachers at school, falling head over heels for another teacher.

If you have story request or an idea for a story, feel free to send it my way. I'm open to writing to your ideas! Enjoy the read! 😊

"So you're telling me, that he actually let you borrow it?!?"

It's the first week of December and as usual, I sat down at the coffee table in the teacher staff room with some of my other teacher friends I've met in college a few years ago. 

As we ate our lunch's, we were discussing about which it the hottest  male teacher at the school, until the topic got switched to borrowing stuff from them. 

"Yeah, Mr. Cashol is a very nice teacher; I borrow things from him all the time" I said, with a confident smile.

"Really? He always says no whenever I ask to borrow something" replied my friend Megan, who teaches the same subject as me; Science.

"Well maybe it's because you forget to return his and my stuff most of the time" I said, standing up from my seat and started to pack away my empty lunch containers into my lunch bag.

"That's true, I do forget sometimes; But you're the only teacher in the whole school who lets you borrow his things".

"So? It's not a big deal---".

"Rose, this is a BIG deal. He has a crush on you".

As soon as Megan had said this, all of the teachers in the room shot her a shocked look, as if this was a secret that everyone agreed on with Mr. Cashol not to tell me.

"Wait, what?"

All the teacher's gazes shifted to me, to see how I will react to the news.

"Scott Cashol likes me? And all of you knew about this?"

They all slowly nodded their heads silently at me.

"Unbelievable" I mumbled before I finished packing up my lunch bag, placed it under my teacher desk and grabbed my black briefcase.

"Where are you going, Rose?"

"To my science classroom, Meg" I replied, as I walked out of the staff room and into the busy hallway of students.

Wow, I can't believe that he has a crush on me. Scott and I always have been very close friends since the first year of high school together, but I haven't noticed the way he looks at me or realized that he cares deeply for me I thought, as I walked down the hallway and into my science classroom. 

I set my bag onto the black counter and began to unpack my things.

I am going over to his place tonight, so I could ask him about it then.

(Time skip to Rose and Scott sitting up on the ledge of the flat rooftop of his apartment of that night)

"And then the soda sprayed up into the kid's face!" I said, laughing as I told the funny science experiment story to Scott, who was also laughing too.

For a couple of minutes, we both laughed uncontrollably, without realizing that I rested my head on his left shoulder. 

Still laughing, Scott leaned his had against mine.

After taking a breather, we both watched the snowflakes as they gently fell over Manhattan.

As I watched the snow fall, I could feel the warmth of Scott's breath on the right side of my face, making me realize how close our faces were together. 

We always have these kind of moments together, but we've never went any further and make them mean anything.

However, tonight's random romantic moment feels like he's actually making it mean something. 

I looked in the corner of my eye to steal a glimpse of Scott and he caught me. We locked eyes for a moment, before I looked away, blushing as I lifted my head off his shoulder.

"Hey, Rose?"

I turned my head to look at my colleague.

"Yeah, Scott?"

"I've been trying to find the right moment to tell you something important since we graduated high school, But I wanted to tell you when the time was right. I feel like right now is the time and I'm not sure how will you react to it..."

I could tell he's nervous.

I took his trembly hands in mine.

He only gets this nervous when he has big news share; whether it's good or bad.

"I'm listening"

Scott took a shaky hand and rested his palm on my left cheek, before leaning closer to me.

"Rose, I-I-I like you; I've fallen for you".

As soon as he said that, my cheeks grew hotter, indicating that I liked him too.

He grinned at me, blushing back before he pulled me closer to him by the waist. 

Then he pressed his soft warm lips on mine, warming me up on this chilly night.

The end. 

I hoped you enjoyed the story!  :)

-MarvelousM

[lifetimeshipper]

Cursed Bond

Chapter 4

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Time passed and the Autobots were getting no closer to finding Arcee than when they started. The kids' school had been out for a couple of weeks for a break and it was getting to the time when it will start up again. Jack had been out of state visiting with his father for the break so he has no idea what happened to Arcee. 

The day had come when he would return, so the Autobots, Raf, and Miko were getting ready to break the news to him about Arcee. The kids arrived at the base, Jack was riding with Wheeljack, "Hey, Optimus, what's going on? Why didn't Arcee come to get me?" Jack asked after he got out of the car.

"Jack, we have some grave news. Something happened while you were away," Optimus replies.

"What happened?"

"Arcee was taken by Megatron."

Jack's eyes widened as he felt his world crash down around him, he couldn't believe what he just heard, "W-when? How?"

"A bit over a week ago. We went to an Energon mine to investigate some Energon readings and the 'Cons were there, we got into a fight with them, and while we were shooting our guns one of the blasts hit an Energon crystal and it blew up. It knocked all of us out, when I started coming through I saw Megatron was there. He picked up Arcee and carried her through the Ground Bridge. I tried to get up to go stop him but I was too weak from the blast I couldn't do anything."

"You guys haven't been able to get her back?"

"No, we've been searching for any traces of signal so we could go get her but haven't had any luck," Ratchet responded.

"But you're still trying, right?" Jack asked as he started to panic, he was getting really worried for his guardian and friend.

"Yes, we are still trying, we haven't given up and we won't give up until we get her back," Optimus reassures him.

Jack nods his head, "I know you won't, I believe you guys will get her back."

"Hey, Jack, let's play a game. Come on I'm ready to beat you again," Miko called out to him, she wanted to try and cheer him up.

"That's what you think," Jack said with a smile as he went over to where she and Raf were sitting. He takes a controller and sits down, "I'm the one who's gonna beat you."

"I don't think so," Miko says with a determined look as they start their game.

Bulkhead looked around and noticed Wheeljack wasn't there with them anymore so he goes to look for him. He finds him in Arcee's room sitting on her berth, "How are you holing up?" He asked him.

Wheeljack looks up at him with sad optics, you could tell he had been on the verge of lubricating for some days now, "I miss her, Bulk, I want her back."

"I know you do, we'll get her back and you can be with her again."

"When we get her back I'm never leaving her side again."

"Good. She's been depressed lately because you hadn't returned, she was starting to think you would never return, also that something might have happened to you and you were offline or something."

Wheeljack vented out a sigh, "I didn't mean to worry her, I've had all intentions to return sooner but like I said stuff happened that delayed my return."

"Yeah I know, now just to get her back and tell her."

"Yeah."

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Arcee left the ship to go for a drive, after some time of being cooped up Megatron allowed her to go out. It felt nice to feel the wind against her armor and the dirt and gravel under her tires, she missed the feeling of it and was relieved to be able to feel it again. This feels so nice, I really missed this. I just hope Megatron's not gonna make me pay him back for this kindness, most likely will. But I'm not gonna worry about it, I'm just gonna enjoy my free will while it lasts. 

She pulls up to a riverbank and transforms, she then sits down next to the stream. She looks at her reflection in the water and stares at the Decepticon symbol now embedded on her winglet where the Autobot symbol had been. She sneered as she felt disgusted at the sight of it, "I can't believe Megatron made me change my insignia, though I figured he would since I'm now his mate," she says as she continues to look at it. She lays down in the grass and looks up at the sky as memories flood her processor. 

Before long she started feeling a pain in her chest, in her spark chamber, she sits up with a servo on her chest as she wonders what was going on. The pain started going away so she thought nothing more of it, but then the pain started again even more painful. She grabbed her chest as she curled up into a ball, "What is going on? This pain... it hurts so bad." 

She felt her systems starting to shut down and she started to fade into unconsciousness. She got on the comm to call for a Ground Bridge to the ship, "I... need a... Ground Bridge," she says as she tries to get her air systems to function, they were crashing big time. She sees the Ground Bridge opening up and she tries to get to it but she collapses and passes out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Megatron was on the bridge looking at the computers, searching for Energon or artifacts. The doors opened and Airachnid walked in. She was brought to the ship by Breakdown after their fight together. She walks onto the bridge and kneels before Megatron, "You wanted to speak with me, Lord Megatron?"

"Yes," Megatron replied as he turned to look at her, "I heard of your history with Arcee. I am warning you, do not try to harm her in any way, she is my mate and the femme of this ship which means you answer to her. If you cause her any harm or even try to cause her any harm you will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear?" Megatron said in a serious, threatening tone.

Airachnid felt a shiver run through her body as she looked up at him and saw the death glare in his optics, "Yes, my lord."

"As long as we're clear on that. Have you found any new readings?"

"None yet, my lord."

Megatron just turned around to look at the computers again, "You may leave."

"Thank you, my lord," Airachnid said as she gave a bow of her helm. She then got up and walked out, secretly fuming at what Megatron told her. She hates the idea that an Autobot femme, her arch-nemesis, is the femme of the ship and that she must answer to her. Just wait, when I get the first opportunity I will snuff out her spark.

"What's wrong? The meeting with Megatron didn't go well?" Starscream asked her mockingly as he watched her walk by.

"None of your business!" She replied venomously as she walked on. The two saw a Vehicon run by heading to the bridge room.

The Vehicon goes onto the bridge, "Megatron, sir, we got a call for a Ground Bridge from Arcee but she's not coming through. From the way she sounded, it seems something's wrong."

Megatron quickly turned around to face the Vehicon, "What!?" He shouted before he ran off the bridge and headed to the Ground Bridge control room. He gets there and sees a Ground Bridge open but Arcee wasn't coming through, he runs through the Ground Bridge and arrives at the river bank. He sees Arcee laying on the ground unconscious. He picks her up and carries her through the Ground Bridge back to the ship and takes her to Med Bay, "Knock Out!" He called out and the medic came.

"Yes, my lord," he quickly notices Arcee in his arms out cold, "What's wrong with her?"

"That's something I hope you'll tell me, examine her!" Megatron said as he laid Arcee on the medical berth.

"Yes, sir," Knock Out said as he got his scanner and started checking her over.

Starscream and Airachnid watched from outside the room, "Did you have something to do with that?" Starscream asked.

"No. Did you?"

"Oh come now give me some credit, I wouldn't do something that low. Especially if it meant getting a beating from Megatron."

"Come now, Starscream, I know you're against her being here just as much as I am."

"Of course I am, but I wouldn't do anything reckless."

"Neither would I." I bide my time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The kids were all looking at the Ground Bridge along with Ratchet, they finally got a signal on Arcee and the bots went to get her and bring her back. Ratchet gets the call to open the Ground Bridge and he did, they see the bots returning, but no Arcee, "Where's Arcee? Was the signal false?" Jack asked with concern after not seeing his guardian with them.

"No, it wasn't false," Optimus replied as he looked at the child, "The readings indicate she was there we just got there too late, the 'Cons seem to have gotten there before we did and retrieved her."

"Oh..." Jack looks down with sorrowful eyes as his heart sank into his stomach. Miko and Raf put their hands on his shoulders to give him some comfort.

"Well, there is good news, we now know that Megatron lets her off the ship. If we can just get to her sooner next time we can get her back," Bulkhead says trying to lighten the mood.

Jack looked up at him and smiled, "You're right."

"Of course he is, and they will get to her next time," Miko puts in to cheer up her friend. Jack just smiled at her.

[myofficialventblog]

I'm trying really hard to keep stuff in instead of immediately going off about things and it's really hard. I'm trying to just write it all down here so maybe I'll feel a sense of relief and not hold onto this for too long where the smallest thing will make me cry.

Ok so I hate living in dirty places. I've lived in really cluttered or messy places for years and it makes me really anxious and depressed and feel unsafe and embarrassed and I notice a really big difference when I'm in a clean space. Like I feel lighter, happier, safer, etc you get the idea. And I like to think that I have been trying really hard to keep our apartment clean since we moved in whether that's cleaning up my own trash and dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming through the week and even mopping when I could find the pads. But I feel like the only person really doing it which is kind of similar to how it was back at my old house. I felt like I was doing all the work and no one even tried to reach out to help or do their part in up keeping my work. I would legitimately come back home after a month at uni and find stacks upon stacks of dishes piled all over the kitchen and watch as my family either used throwaway plates or wash individual dishes they needed only to just throw it back in the pile. So when I noticed that I just stopped doing anything.

I didn't expect to feel like that after I moved out but I'm quickly starting to feel that way again. When it started out I feel we both did our parts pretty equally, if anything she would get on my case a lot. However I started noticing a switch after I got back from work a couple months ago where it's kinda just me doing it. At first I didn't mind bc I was at home without having to work for like a month, so I was happy to clean it and make food or whatever since she still had to work. I expected it to shift back to how it used to be once I went back to school, but it didn't really. Nothing really changed. I would just come home (sometimes not even getting back until 8 or 9 bc of class) and I'd just see dishes from the past night or a huge mess on the carpet or a hairball she refuses to touch even when it's easiest to clean it when it's new and seeing that she didn't even feed our cat or look to see if she had water when I got home. And I would be like "hey why did you leave this mess here?" And she'd say she didn't think it was an issue and that she'll do it later. The next morning when I wake up it's still there and I have to add cleaning it to my morning tasks on top of getting ready for work.

And I've just been noticing it's gotten a lot worse lately after we started getting high on weekends and she's too tired to do chores bc she's recovering from the prior night. So that means that I either have to do it myself or just let things sit here until she gets mad at me. Even when I cook she doesn't even do the dishes. She just sits them in the sink. No scraping off food, no rinsing, no scrubbing, no soaking. So even though the rule is that whoever doesn't cook cleans, I'm STILL having to clean after I cook bc she refuses to touch a dirty dish. I understand not wanting to touch wet food so I take on the dirty dishes instead but fuck I don't like it either??????????? It makes me want to rip my literal skin off and cut myself just to feel clean but I still do it. And does she even say thank you? No. She doesn't take care of anything and just leaves everything to me and I'm the one who has to worry about it on top of literally everything else I have to do.

I don't want to say I've considered sucde bc of dishes but I'd be lying if I said I haven't. Because there really is just too much. I feel like I'm just acting as a replacement mom for her even tho she complains about how I do anything bc I'm not perfect like her grandmother.

[corvus--rex]

I noticed you write a lot of omega Keith and I can't help but wonder if that's maybe a reason you can't seem to work on OLIP.

Maybe not. But if that's the case and you'd rather work on other stories or you, right now, feel more inspired writing omega Keith stories that's ok.

Write what you wanna write and if one day you wanna write different stories so be it.

This ask isn't meant to offend or be rude, I just had to ask and if I over stepped I'm sorry. I guess the bottom line is write what you wanna write, even if you have other wips with 5k, 10k, 20k words done and you wanna start another one because that's what's inspiring your creativity at the moment do it!

This isn't rude or offensive at all! But you're not wrong, I do seem to favor writing Keith as an omega, even though when it comes to these two, I really feel like it can go either way. I think it may have something to do with him becoming more vulnerable and being forced to let his walls down and people in...eventually. It's interesting to see how he'd react in different situations when he has no choice but to let someone in. That and he's my feral chew toy that I like to poke with a stick.

I'd say that you may have a point when it comes to OLIP, but I've been having the same roadblock with Here Come the Vultures and The Sound of Color as well (and Dormiveglia), and they both have omega Keith. HCTV has been particularly hard as I have the entire next story arc planned out. I know exactly what's going to happen, who's involved, and what the outcome will be. I started a second oneshot for it (concurrent with Scarlet), but it's a bit heavy, so I've been having some trouble with it just on that.

I have been hyperfixated on an angst plot bunny that won't let up for almost a week now, and I'm loving working on it. It oddly enough also is an omegaverse with omega Keith, in a canonverse that took a hairpin left turn so I could clean out canon's house and rearrange all the furniture. I have things in my notes that I'm almost certain will never come up, but they're there all the same.

But I think one of my biggest frustrations, besides the Sisyphean writer's block, is that I haven't stopped writing at all, I just haven't been able to finish anything, so it looks like I've abandoned my fics. I haven't, and I won't, they are my children and I love them. I also don't really talk about what I'm working on - I have co-morbid adhd and autism in case anyone didn't know - and I will just infodump, which of course, makes me feel like I'm irritating whoever I'm talking to. (That said, if anyone out there doesn't mind spoilers and wants to hear about my plotting and planning, you can just message me whenever, I always want to talk about my fics)

I have done a few oneshots while working on longer fics, and I know I'll continue to do it whenever I have a Thought™ that asks politely to be written or beats me until I give in and do it. My wips folder is *full* of things I've started. Some I may finish, some were just to scratch a particular brain itch and aren't something I could expand on beyond a piece of a partial scene or a bit of an outline.

I'll always be writing. For now - and the foreseeable future - it will definitely be klance, (I actually tried to go back to a couple ocs from a fandom I was in very, very many years ago and couldn't get past a couple paragraphs bc it just wasn't klance), and there will definitely be more oneshots when my writer brain demands it.

[blackholelynn]

Ayo! Update time followed by a lil work story!!

So, the sequel to Your Protection is coming along smoothly! It would have come out a little sooner, but I tried to wing it with no concrete outline and just a mental one like I did the first one, and ended up having to stop and make an outline. I will likely have to rewrite some early scenes because of this, but I didn't scrap it and instead will fix all that in editing. 7 out of 11 scenes are done with about 7ish chapters/parts being the end product when all 11 scenes are done. Overall, I am very happy with the progress!

There is going to have to be a third story though, the lil arc I created for the sequel can't be standalone and I already have an idea of where to take the third one. Good news is also that I'm slowly understanding how to make time for my writing while no longer working from home, so hopefully the momentum picks up again!

Now for the work story: I had a ghost encounter at work! Again! 🙃

To preface, I work in an ER so to assume it's NOT haunted would be unlikely, but none of my other coworkers had mentioned anything (although I didn't ask because I am still new and didn't know their vibes fully yet). As of now, I have had two nightshifts where some ghosts apparently very much wanted to talk to me. Like a lot, they were very persistent.

The first time was a couple weeks ago, I'm just minding my business when I hear a "Hey!" I assume it's one of the nurses in the back since the waiting room was empty and continue typin' away at my desk. Then I hear it again about an hour later. Then again. At this point, I head back to the back to see if one of the doctors is fucking with me because it was a man's voice and we have no male patients in the back and no male nurses on staff that shift. The nurses and doctor look at me a little weird and tell me "No, we haven't said anything to you all night." I laugh it off and go back to work hoping that whatever the fuck it is goes away so I can focus. This lasts all up until 5am when it happens one more time and I snap back "Hello?" I get nothing the last two hours of my shift.

Now, I was really unsure if I was just hearing shit with that because it's night shift and late, there's a lot of ambient noise in a hospital, you know how it goes. But LAST NIGHT, Y'ALL??? Absolutely no mistaking it.

So it's maybe an hour and a half into my shift, it's real slow, we only have one patient in the back and I haven't seen a soul since my shift started. Then all of a sudden I hear a whisper say "Alert." Again, I'm like 'oh no you're hearing shit again, wonderful'. Then I get another whisper asking, "Can you hear me?" Harder to write off but I still do it. Then I hear a very urgent whisper of, "Hey!" punctuated by the lights losing their fucking mind. Like bonkers off the wall flickering before they go back to normal. Head to the back with the nurses to ask them about their lights, and they say their's were fine. I sit back down at my desk trying not to freak when this motherfucker says, "Alert!" one more time. I ignore it and try to go back to work before I hear very very loud movement by the bathroom. Stomping, slamming, whole nine yards. I leave my desk to go around the corner and check in case a patient came in and I didn't notice because they could be in distress. I check the women's room and nothing, I knock on the men's room and call out and nothing. I even peek my lil head in there to find it completely empty so I'm satisfied no patients have come in and are currently in distress in the bathrooms. Then as I'm about to go BACK TO FUCKING WORK, I hear a stall door slam. Quickly do the whole bathroom check but they ARE empty. I hear nothing afterwards the rest of my shift and no one comes in or out of the bathrooms the whole time.

I still am trying to piece together if it was the same ghost both nights, but my friend (the one who I've posted about before lol I tell her everything) just said, "Damn, ghost must've had to shit real bad." when I told her the story lmao. So hopefully that's the end of my ghost encounters at work? I'm down literally any other time except for work because I gotta stay professional and alert to the LIVE people and patients that come in, but of course that's when ghosts decide to talk 🥴

[harrystylesslutt]

break up and make up

Hey! This is my first one shot ever lmao. Sorry if its bad, I wanted to write it for fun but then I decided to post it!

Story contains: angst, fluff, smut, jealousy, toxic harry, possessive harry

Its basically an exs to lovers one shot.

Request for more :)

Jeff told him that he had to break up with Y/N. "It's bad for publicity" "you need to break up with her" "you can't keep seeing her" "there will be a pr stunt ready for you" "the public doesn't like Y/N" He wished he could just tell her the truth, he loved her way too much to let her go, but he knew if management found out he'd be in big trouble. So he decided to go with a cliché and tell her that he doesn't love her anymore. He knew that it would break her. He knew she was in love with him, they planned their whole future together, they saw it all, kids, wedding on a beach, growing old together, sitting on their porch...

He walked home that day, crying, trying to think of another way. But it was hopeless. He walked in and spotted his lovie in the kitchen singing and cooking. God was he gonna miss coming home to her.

"Hey baby! I didnt hear you come in" she ran up to him and hugged him and peppered his face with kisses. She noticed that he didnt return the affection, and that worried her. "Are you okay?" She asked. Harry had to do it. He smiled weakly and pulled her face to his and kissed her. If only she knew that this was a goodbye kiss. "Harry what happened why are you crying?" "We need to talk" "you can tell me anything baby" she said. "I can't do this anymore" and just like that time froze for harry. "What do you mean?" She started tearing up hoping that this wasn't actually going where she thinks it is. "I'm breaking up with you." Y/N let out a sob "what...? Why...what happened n-no i-" she was interrupted by her tears. She thought that this must be a joke, she couldn't believe she was about to lose her harry. " I don't love you anymore"

That was 6 months ago. They haven't seen eachother since then. Y/N made sure to go back to their house while he wasn't there, so she could take her stuff back.

Harry's POV:

I hate myself for what I did. I miss her so much. Every night is the same. I come home from the studio, order some food and then I sit in bed and read our old chats. We were so happy. And I'm the reason she's not here now. I always think about calling her and telling her the truth, but sadly it doesn't work that way. I got a call from Jeff a couple days back telling me to go down to his office to meet the person I'll be doing that stupid pr stunt with. All I could think about was y/n. Was she okay? Has she been eating? Is she healthy? Is she happy? Will she call me when she finds out about the pr stunt? Is she thinking about me?

I am so hopelessly in love with her.

Y/N's POV:

I was crushed. He didn't love me anymore. Did he even ever love me? Was he just faking it? Was I just a stupid distraction to him? I wasn't going to blame myself and say there was something wrong with me, because I know I was good to him so it definitely wasn't me. I spent a couple of weeks home, not doing anything. That was until my best friend, phoebe came to check on me and practically yelled at my face. She said that he didn't deserve me, and my world shouldn't stop spinning because of some guy. And I knew that, I knew I deserve to be treated well, but I love him. These feelings can't just disappear in a blink of an eye. We had so many memories together and it was all for nothing.

It's been 6 months already. And here I am hanging out with phoebe trying to have fun. My thoughts were interrupted by her. "HOLY SHIT-" she yelled. "What happened? Please don't tell me you're still on that whole looking for proof that Michael Jackson is alive. Just drop it." "No no no, u have to see this." I snatched her phone away and that's when I saw it. A picture of harry holding hands with a woman.

BREAKING NEWS: HARRY STYLES SPOTTED ON A DATE WITH MODEL "CAMILLE ROWE". Is harry styles finally done with Y/N Y/L/N?

I didn't know what to think. So many things came to my mind. Was he cheating on me with her? Did he break up with me for her? Are they in love? Does she make him happy? I wanted to cry and scream. But nothing came out. I was numb. It hurt like a bitch. Seeing someone you love happy with someone else. I felt like my heart was being ripped out. I knew it was just a picture, maybe they weren't dating maybe they're just friends, holding hands. But I couldn't deny that there was a possibility of them being in a relationship. Even if they weren't I took that as a wake up call for me to move on. I can't waste my time on a man who doesn't care for me.

Harry's POV:

The pictures just came out a couple weeks ago. I don't like this. It feels so wrong. Even though it's just a pr stunt. It feels like I'm cheating on Y/N. The fact that I haven't heard from her hurts even more. I tried calling her, texting her, hell I even went to her old apartment. For starters she changed her number. And when I knocked on her day I was welcomed with a stranger's face. She was gone. She was nowhere to be found. Right when I decided to get over myself and tell her everything so that we can be happy again, I couldn't find her.

Here I am, in a bar with my friends, drinking, not knowing what I'm doing with my life and how I ended up here. Suddenly I was pulled back from my thoughts by a very familiar laughter. It was her. My baby. My lovie. My everything. She's here. I quickly turned around and saw her sitting in a booth with a couple of people. I only recognized phoebe the others weren't familiar. She looked so pretty, as always. She cut her hair, she even looks better than she did before, I didn't even think that was possible. She was wearing a short black dress that complimented her curves, with black stilettos. She was breathtaking. I suddenly noticed a hand wrapped around her. She was here with someone. I noticed him whispering something in her ear that made her blush. It hurt like a fucking bitch. I felt like I was being stabbed in the heart. She was smiling at him, watching him talk with her adoring eyes. He's right where I should be. I saw her get up and walk over to the bar to get a drink. I was happy, because that bloke wasn't next to her anymore. It still hurt cause she was probably going home with him tonight. And not me.

Y/N's POV:

I decided it was time for me to date again. I wasn't so sure at first but then another picture of harry and carrie, I don't even remember her name but i just know the first letter is a c. In this picture they were kissing. It was pretty obvious that they're dating, if I denied it I'd be stupid. So after that I asked phoebe to set me up with one of her friends.

I'm currently at a bar, with phoebe and chris and a couple more friends. Chris seems nice, he's good looking and honestly looks like a good person. So why not try to go out with him. After some chit chatting and him whispering sweet nothings in my ear I excused myself to get a drink.

I ordered my usual and waited for my drink. And that's when I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. It can't be. I quickly turn around, only for me to see those green eyes that I loved. "Hi" he whispered with a nervous smile. Be cool Y/N act normal. "Harry! I didn't expect to see you here! How are you, it's been a while"

Harry's POV:

She seemed...normal. and I feel so selfish because that bothers me. She seems happy. "I'm good how about you" I replied with a shy smile. God I missed her voice. "I'm great!" She seemed so chirpy. Right when I was about to talk again we were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder. Of course. That bloke just had to come and ruin our moment. "Hey, sorry for interrupting I just wanted to make sure you were okay" he said while glancing at me as if he's asking her what my deal is. He looks caring. I hate to admit it. But he seems nice. Fucking prick. She quickly replied "Oh right harry this is chris, chris this is harry my...friend." Ouch. Well that stung. We shook hands and exchanged awkward smiles. "Well I'll go back to the booth and wait for you, tell me if you need anything" she nodded and watched him walk away. This just got awkward. I broke the silence and said "so....is this your um boyfriend?" I really hoped it was one of those moments where she lets out a loud laugh and shakes her head and says "what no! God no. This is just an old friend." But it wasn't. "Well he's...I don't know yet to be honest...this is kind of a first date." ouch again. "Oh...this is...nice." "yeah...so I heard you're seeing someone so how's that going!" There it is. What should I say. Should I just tell her it's a stunt and hope she says thank god and kisses me so we can live happily ever after? Or do I just "um it's going well. It's still new but it's good." And of course being the dumbass I am I chose the second option. "Well good luck! I hope you're happy" and just like that she takes her drink and walks away before I can say anything. She looks okay. Fuck. Does it not bother her that I'm "dating" someone else? Why is she not sad. Fuck I'm so selfish. But I just want to know that she still loves me. That's all I'm asking for. And from the looks of it she doesn't mind me dating someone else. Was she happy about our break up? Does she not care anymore? Was she relieved? I hate this.

Y/N's POV:

It hurt. He's dating someone. He said it. I tried my best to look fine with it. And I hope he bought it. But fuck I wanna cry. I can't let it out and that's the worst feeling. It's so overwhelming. I need to pull myself together. I'm here with Chris. A nice guy. Who probably cares about me.

Chris seemed to notice my discomfort. Cause he kept asking if I was fine. After a while we were left alone sitting in the booth. "So was that harry guy your ex?" He asked. I was shocked. How did he know? But then again. Its harry styles, so he probably read it somewhere. "God I'm so sorry I know I said he's a friend but-" "hey hey hey calm down, you don't have to explain yourself, I'm kind of getting over someone too. Its fine" "I feel like an idiot. I mean here I am out with a great guy and all i can think about is my ex and his new girlfriend" "wanna make him jealous?" I looked up at him and smirked. "You wouldn't mind?" I asked. "Are you kidding me? It sounds so much fun!" "Alright then bring it on" I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor. The slower version of "do I wanna know" by arctic monkeys started playing. Perfect. He put his hands on my hips and we started swaying and grinding to the music. Fuck I hope he's watching this.

Harry's POV:

I watched her grab his arm and drag him to the dance floor. She's fucking grinding her ass with his crotch. I clench my jaw and watch as he puts his hands on her hips and pushes her back onto him more while he peppers her neck with kisses. This is getting too far. Her eyes are closed. She's enjoying this. She's loving his fucking touch. She turns around so now they're face to face and they both smirk and he leans in to kiss her while his hands rest on her ass. What if she goes home with him tonight? And he feels her the way I used to. And then in a blink of an eye she'll be his, they'll fall in love, probably have the future her and I wanted together. And she'll forget all about me, I'll become a fading memory. No. Fuck no. No one gets to fucking touch her and be with her. Just me. I'm not letting this happen. I slam my drink on the table and walk over to them fast before anything happens. I grab her arm and pull her back from him. And before I even realise what I'm doing I punch him. "WHAT THE FUCK HARRY!? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" She screamed. "I should be asking you that." The bloke gets up and says "what the actual fuck. Are you mental?" Y/N rushes to him "oh god are you okay? Do you need some ice" she fucking cares. It's pissing me off. "Yeah I'm fine...fuck I'm going to head out. Dont worry about me, I'll call you" and just like that he left. Fucking finally. She looks at me and says "fuck you harry I'm not doing this."

Y/N's POV:

Fuck he's one jealous son of a bitch. It's so funny. He's so desperate for me. I saw Chris wink at me before he left. I'm not saying I didn't expect this to happen. We both saw it coming. That's why chris wasn't mad. He's such a good fucking person. I wanted this to be dramatic, so I walked away to grab my stuff and leave. What can I say I'm a sucker for drama. I don't really understand why he got so mad. I mean he has a girlfriend. That's why whatever he does I'm not letting anything happen. I won't be that girl. I just want to have my fun. I grab my purse and leave the place. He quickly rushed and followed me out of there trying to catch me.

"wait stop please!" god he sounds so desperate, that's what's making me mad. He fucking left me. He has no right to act like this. "what?! what do you want harry?!" "Just please. Let me explain" "explain what. There's nothing to fucking explain. Let me get this straight first you fucking leave me. And say you dont love me anymore whatever that means. And then I find out that only 6 months later you're dating someone else. I know 6 months is a long time. But we dated for 4 fucking years. I expected it to take longer for you to replace me. And then when I'm finally moving on with a nice guy you go and punch him in the fucking face! Why the hell would you do that!"

"because it hurt! Seeing you happy with someone else hurt!

"so you're allowed to move on but I'm not?! That's really funny harry."

"I didn't move on! I still think about you every day, every hour, every minute and every fucking second. I'm so in love with you."

"No you're not. You have a girlfriend. You broke up with me because you didnt love me. And here you are saying the complete opposite. What kind of sick game are you playing"

"Stop saying that. I don't have a girlfriend. This is just a pr stunt. I love you with all my fucking heart. I only said that I don't because management wanted us to break up. They gave me no choice. It broke me so much. I never want to live without you ever again. I want us to go back to being happy. I don't care about what anyone says, I don't care if the public doesn't like us, hell I don't even care if that means I have to get a new manager. As long as I have you, nothing else matters to me."

"How do I know this is the truth. How do I know you're not just saying this because you don't want me with anyone else."

"Lovie, I love you more than anything in this world. I would do anything to prove it to you. I'll call jeff tomorrow and tell him I'm not doing the stunt anymore. And I'll tell him that we're back together and he'll just have to deal with the fact that I'm so utterly, deeply, hopelessly in love with you."

And just like that I grabbed his face and kissed him. I felt him smile into the kiss and then I mumbled "I love you, you idiot" he kissed me back hard, we both couldn't stop smiling like idiots.

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

I smiled and shook my head, "what do you think dumbass". He looked into my eyes and kissed me again. I couldn't get enough of him. He was finally mine again. Everything could go back to the way it used to be. "Let's go home baby" he whispered. Our home. I pecked him one last time before we called a cab. I started kissing his neck and sucking while we waited outside. I heard him let out a low groan "fuck baby wait till we get home" I groaned and pulled back and pouted. He just smirked and held my hand. The cab finally arrived after what seemed like forever. We got in and gave him the address to our house. I felt his hand on my knee slowly moving up to the hem on my underwear. I gasped when he started rubbing my clothed center. I looked at him to check if he was seriously going to finger me in a cab, that bastard was fucking smirking. I whisper "harry...stop he can probably see us" he shot me a look that says "I know" and said "stop what? I'm not doing anything." Before I could say anything, he pushed my panties to the side and made sure the driver wasn't looking, he then started circling my clit with one finger. I bit my lower lip trying not to make any noise. I suddenly felt him slip a finger inside me. Fuck I wanted to moan so bad. He kept watching me with that fucking smirk. He knew what he was doing to me. He then added another finger and started thrusting them inside me. I accidentally let out a low moan that I'm hoping the driver didnt hear. That only made harry fuck me faster, he curled his fingers and reached my g-spot. I bit down my hand, I was so close and harry definitely noticed because right when I was about to cum he pulled his fingers back. I looked at him in disbelief "seriously? I was close." I whispered. "I know" he said and then dragged his fingers up to his mouth and cleaned them up almost moaning at the taste.

3rd POV:

After 10 painfully long minutes, you arrived home, harry hurriedly paid the driver and you got out and rushed to the front door. You grabbed the keys from harry's hand and tried unlocking it. It was hard to focus with harry grinding on you from behind, but you somehow managed to do it. As soon as the door closed harry pushed you up against the wall and started kissing your neck, surely leaving marks behind. "You have no idea how much I missed you, I've been wanting to rip that fucking dress off for hours" he mumbled while bringing hand to the back to unzip it. You let the dress fall to the floor. "Mhm no bra? So naughty" he lowered his head and starting licking and sucking your left nipple while massaging the other with his hand. You moaned and reached down and unzipped his pants while he sucked on the other nipple. You palmed his obvious hard on through his boxers "Fuck the foreplay I need you now." He ripped your panties off and threw them somewhere around the room and pulled his boxers down enough to free his painfully hard cock, his hands came down to cup your ass and lift you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He pushed into you and stilled for a bit to make sure you get used to his cock. "Fuck I missed the feeling of you wrapped around me" "shit...move please" he smirked at you and kissed you while he started relentlessly pounding into you. "Harry" "that's it baby scream my name, let everyone know who's making you feel that good. You start tugging his hair which makes him moan louder and snap his hips harder "oh fuck...so fucking tight for me, whose pussy is this" you couldn't reply, the pleasure overwhelming you, you could only whimper at his words. His movements suddenly come to a halt and you feel his hand smack your ass surely leaving a red mark, he grabs my jaw and makes me look at him "answer me." Fuck he's gonna be the death of me. "Fuck it's yours harry just yours, please fuck me" he smirks and starts moving his hips again "good girl" "Harry fuck I'm gonna cum" "yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna milk me up real nice?" You manage to nod while he brings his hand down to my clit rubbing furiously, my moans get louder "cum with me, I know you're close harry, I want you to fill me up come on" he lets out a loud groan at your words and thrusts faster "shit I'm coming" you close your eyes and feel your orgasm overwhelm me. "Fuck fuck fuck" he moans and finally comes inside you.

He stilled and smiled at you "fuck I love you, always will" you pulled him in for a kiss and whispered "I love you too".

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! Request for more :)