#when like. we’re up too late and the time zones are weird

[deakyjoe]

Somebody’s Watching Me Part 2

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (she/her pronouns used, reader is implied British and given backstory)

Category: I still don’t know but it’s coming together

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you’re pleasantly surprised to run into your secret observer.

Warnings: flirting (Ghost and reader getting some action, they deserve it), mentions of war/death, talks of scars, alcohol consumption, Ghost being normal AND weird, the mask is off again, Ghost doing domestic things almost (socialisation in a pub), sexual references, family issues, reader’s friends are intense, British terminology/slang, swearing/cursing, dialogue heavy, minute Soap slander (I love him but couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.5k (longer than part 1)

A/N: After the love I got for part 1, I decided to continue so Simon is still my babygirl. Please remember that if Simon feels out of character, that’s the point of this story. It’s him when he’s not being Ghost but being forced to mix aspects of his life at home and his life at work - the work aspects being reader. Also he’s going out of his comfort zone to please the sergeant (you) because he likes you but just hasn’t really realised it yet. Not entirely sure I’m as pleased with this part as I was with the first but we’re posting anyway!

Part 1 available here.

Part 3 available here.

It took weeks before your friends finally managed to convince you to join them on a night out. You'd been putting it off for a number of reasons. One being that the thought of socialising in a crowded environment had you wanting to gouge your eyes out as you'd grown used to little to no company. Another being that you genuinely thought it'd be overwhelming and you might have a panic attack.

But after they'd assured you that they'd look after you and you could all leave if it got to be too much, you relented and organised a time and place with them. Just your local pub on a Wednesday night. You'd decided on a Wednesday as you hoped it wouldn't be too crowded and that your friends might need a pick-me-up in the middle of their work weeks. They agreed quickly with the idea.

And honestly it'd been nice for the most part. You'd arrived early, you swear active duty had made you so time efficient that you spent almost no time at all getting ready, and sat down at a table in the corner, out of sights of the most of the rest of the pub. The only thing in direct eye line was the bar itself which would come in handy when you needed to go up and order drinks.

Your friends all slowly arrived, none of them being too late, and gave you big greetings as they hadn't seen you in "forever" they claimed. You returned hugs and kisses and prepared yourself for a night of bombarding questions and retelling of war stories.

A couple of your girlfriends were bought drinks by guys at the bar and you watched on in amusement as they giggled about it together. They assured you that someone would probably buy you a drink if you asked but you waved them off saying you didn't care, which you didn't.

You listened intently as they all told you what was happening with their lives - work, significant others, kids, families, pets, parties, weddings, funerals, birthdays, anything and everything you could possibly imagine. A note of envy settled in your stomach at one point but it went away quickly when you told yourself you were being silly.

Telling them about your life was slightly more complicated. You had to skirt around some of the details of your job as it was classified and would probably horrify them if they knew what you truly did. You gushed about some of the amazing people you'd met and mentioned casually that you'd actually bumped into your lieutenant in the supermarket. They all absorbed it with wide eyes of wonder and amazement, each of them having at least one question to ask.

"So, wait, you can actually shoot a gun?"

"Does it bother you having to bunk with a bunch of blokes?"

“What’s said country like?”

"Are any of them fit?"

"Isn't it tiring?"

"How long until you go back?"

"Met anyone you fancy?"

"Hang on, you have to share a communal bathroom?"

Yes, it's alright, not really, they're okay, very, not sure, oh my god, yeah.

They never really seemed satisfied with your answers and always wanted you to elaborate. Which you did if possible.

Overall, it was nice. There was no sense of impending doom or a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole thing. You let your guard down just enough for once to attempt to have a good time. Which you did. You laughed, you chatted, you drank, it was good.

Until the bar tender came over with a drink that looked exactly like what you usually ordered.

And when he placed it in front of you, you wanted to throw up.

"Fella at the bar bought this for you."

This was it. The moment in the night that you looked forward to the least and the moment your friends had been encouraging the most. They insisted that you needed to "put yourself out there more" and “try to get laid at some point”. You were "too uptight" as they put it. Little did they know that you weren't really interested in a quick shag or even a relationship with anyone at the moment. And rejecting someone was always awful. Every time they asked why and having to explain that your job made romantic entanglements extremely hard made things awkward.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" One of your friends squealed beside you, frantically searching the bar for the culprit. "Which one?"

“Blond one.”

Oh.

"Tall."

My.

"Scars on his face."

God.

Your eyes shot towards the bar and immediately landed on him. Of course he was already looking your way with his drink raised to you.

"Shit." You cursed, silently letting out a sigh of relief that it wasn't someone you'd have to reject but all the more anxious because it was him. A part of you was very excited to see him though.

"What is it? Do you know him?" Another friend asked you.

"He's my lieutenant. Fuck." You stood from your seat, grabbing the drink.

"The one from the shops?"

"Yeah. I'll be back in a minute, guys. I'm just gonna go say hi." You explained, slowly making your way towards Ghost.

"Take your time!"

You hadn't seen your lieutenant since he'd gone over to your place for tea. It was a weird experience. Weirder than the shops. You'd had a couple cups of tea each, shared his packet of chocolate digestive biscuits, which he'd kindly offered to you, chatted a little more and then he'd left. You didn't exchange phone numbers or even offer to see each other again. He didn't because he probably didn't want to and you didn't because you thought he probably wouldn't want to. So you'd gone your separate ways and that was that.

As you got closer to him, you wished you hadn't had so much to drink. You weren't drunk but you weren’t sober either. Kind of just bordering the edges between being buzzed and tipsy.

"Simon."

He turned so his body was facing yours, his large frame consumed the stool he was sitting on. Intimidating and alluring all at once. "Sergeant."

"You really should start calling me by my name." You sighed, stopping to stand in front of him.

"I like calling you sergeant."

"And I liked calling you lieutenant." You shot back, taking a sip of your drink despite your head screaming at you not to.

"Bet you like calling me Simon more."

Your eyes widened at his statement. He wasn't wrong but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Thanks for the drink, by the way."

"It's no problem. Thought I owed you for the bourbon."

You hummed in agreement but said nothing.

"Friends of yours?" He nodded towards your table where all of them were watching the two of you interact intently.

"Uh, yeah. First night out since being home so..." You shrugged.

"Having fun?"

"I was." You regretted your words immediately, knowing that you’d been insensitive.

"Ruined it, did I?" He asked but it wasn't malicious.

"No. Just... unexpected."

He nodded. "So, which one's your boyfriend?"

You were surprised at the question. Last time he'd enquired about your personal life it hadn't gone so well.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah. Used to have a hamster but he died a few months back."

He blinked at you and said nothing so you rushed off to make tea, desperately trying to come up with a new topic to talk about when you got back to him.

"That's presumptuous of you, lieutenant."

"Just making conversation with you, sergeant." The return of dropping rank had you tingling inside. Might have just been the alcohol though.

You huffed. "None of them."

"Girlfriend then?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

"Sorry soul you're torturing with your affection couldn't make it then? What a shame." His eyes narrowed, you presumed he was joking.

"I'll ignore that insult. I'm single." Setting your drink on the surface of the bar, you leant your hip against the side but not before taking a step closer to him.

"Lucky for the world then that you're not burdening anyone with yourself."

"Jesus, Simon." You laughed out of shock, struck with his bluntness.

"Had to be said."

"Huh, you really are a charmer." You flashed him a glimpse of your teeth in a small smile, brows raising on the last word of your sentence.

"I try my best.” Pause. “Why are you single?"

"Because my affection is a burden apparently." Repeating his own words back to him seemed better than explaining your depressing void of no romance in your life because of your job. But maybe he’d understand.

"I'm serious."

"Why do you care?"

Simon didn’t strike you as the kind of person who gave a shit about the love lives of people he worked with. So why did he seem so interested in yours?

He didn't answer straight away and when he did, it seemed rehearsed. "You're my sergeant, part of my team. It's my role to care."

"To make sure I stay alive. Not to inquire about my love life." You were properly frowning at him now.

Ghost raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry I asked."

With a sigh, you relented. "The job."

"Go on…"

"Makes it difficult. The job makes it difficult to date. Especially civilians." You added the last bit on with clenched teeth. It didn’t really matter. Civilians were not on your romantic radar.

"Would you want to date a civilian?"

He saw straight through you.

"No, not really."

"Hmm."

You wanted to avoid discussing the topic any further so asked a question to change the subject. "What're you drinking?"

"Scotch that Soap recommended."

"And?"

He swished the glass around, the ice clinking against the side. "Utter shite."

"Figures." You took a long look at his drink. “You drink it on the rocks.”

“Tastes better cold. Less shit.”

“That your second glass?”

"Monitoring my alcohol intake, sergeant?” He asked and you shook your head as he looked you up and down. “You gonna take a seat or just stand there all day?"

"I'm supposed to be going back to my friends." You gestured weakly over your shoulder with your thumb, kind of forgetting they’d still been there until that moment.

His eyes flickered between the table and you. "Think we both know that isn't happening any time soon."

You hated how he saw straight through you. "Do we?"

"We do. Take a seat, sergeant." He nodded towards the stool next to him.

You stood up straighter, making a point to look directly into his eyes. "I like being eye level with you."

His foot hooked around the back of your legs and tugged you closer to him. "Think you'll find that I've still got a couple inches on you."

Your skin flushed hot, he was so close to you. You reached out and tapped his chest a couple times before realising what you were doing and removed your hand. "Think you'll find that you've had a bit too much to drink, sir."

"Simon. Thought we'd established that you can call me Simon." He leant back a little bit, relaxing in his seat. “And thought we agreed that you weren’t monitoring my alcohol intake.”

"Sorry." You squeaked.

"Sorry who?"

With a smile, you looked up at him through your lashes. You already knew what you were going to say. "Sorry... Lieutenant Riley."

He smiled. Actually smiled. It was small but it was unmistakable. "Brat."

He was beautiful when he smiled. He was always beautiful but when Simon Riley smiled… he was radiant.

You lit up at the smile but glowered at the insult. "Simon!"

"It's true." He shrugged, taking another mouthful of his drink and wincing at the taste.

"I'm stubborn. Not a brat."

"Believe me, I know you're stubborn. You've almost died like twelve times because you're stubborn. Had to save you every time." He shook his head as if it were a grievance to him.

"Could've left me behind."

"Couldn't do that. I'm your lieutenant, remember? My role is to keep you alive."

"I'm sure Price would let it slide if you had good enough reason." You thought about your Captain and wondered if he'd let you die for a good enough cause. Probably. But you held no resentment towards that fact.

Simon's head tilted to the side as he watched you think. "Don't think he'd accept brat as a reason, hm?"

You raised a finger to correct him. "Stubborn. Not a brat."

"Definitely a brat."

"Stop calling me that." You whined.

"That was the brattiest thing you've ever said. In the brattiest voice." He glared down at you. "You whined."

"You're such a dickhead, Simon." You scoffed but it was clear you were holding back a smile.

"And you're a brat. Guess we're even."

"Okay, I'm going back to my friends. To get away from this targeted attack." You paused. "Unless you want to join."

"I'll pass."

"I guessed. Do you have any friends? Maybe you could use the socialisation." You offered, wondering whether the man ever spoke to anyone when he was home or if he completely isolated himself from the rest of the world.

"Don't have friends for a reason."

That answered that for you.

"And what's that?"

"Ask too many personal questions."

He had a valid point. People did ask too many personal questions and you could understand why someone like Simon wouldn't like that.

"They wouldn't. My friends. They know we tend to be... private."

"You're a sergeant and I'm a lieutenant. Neither of us are privates." He paused to let the joke settle in. "A little army humour."

"I got it. That was good." You beamed at him, eyes crinkling in the corners at his quip.

"How much do they know of what we do?" He nodded in the direction of your friends.

You thought it over for a moment. "Very little. They know more about my teammates than anything else. Even that is limited."

He stiffened at that. "What do they know of me?"

"My quiet lieutenant with no face. Until recently." You let your eyes roam his features, taking all of him in. He was remarkable to look at really. But you'd never voice that to him.

"Hmm."

"There's more but I won't divulge with you." It was a partial joke to mess with him a little. There was some truth behind it however. You may or may not have gushed about your lieutenant to your friends. But that was nothing really. Just friendly appreciation for the man who outranked you.

"That makes me nervous."

Playing with him was too easy and too fun. "You should be."

"I'm reconsidering sitting with you and your friends now." He frowned but wasn't completely serious.

That surprised you. "You were going to?"

"Maybe." He drank more of the Scotch and trembled. "Christ, this stuff is fucking disgusting."

"Order a bourbon, something you know you actually like." You sighed. "Please do. If they're too much we can leave."

"We?" He was always questioning we.

You rolled your eyes at him. "It's always we. Teammates, y'know?"

A level of unsureness settled over his face. "I know."

"Get used to a lot of we then."

"Don't plan on seeing you again after this." The admittance stung but you weren't going to let that stop you.

"I'm sure you thought that last time as well. But here we are. Are you stalking me?" There was a hint of genuineness in the question. There was no way this second chance encounter was pure coincidence.

He shook his head, waving the bar tender over and ordering a bourbon like you'd suggested. "You're too boring for that."

"You have such a way with words. Really know how to make a lady feel special." You said dryly.

"It's a gift." He scratched at the side of his nose, absentmindedly trailing a finger over one of his scars in the process.

"They wouldn't say anything, y'know? Or stare. If you're worried about that. I've come home with my fair share of scars over the years. They understand." You pulled the neckline of your shirt to the side to show off an old bullet wound that had scarred over on your collar bone.

Simon's eyes lingered on the mark on your skin but you couldn't quite read his expression. "People always stare."

"I don't."

"No, you don't." He hesitated. "Okay then."

"Wait, really?" You perked up.

"Yes, really. Quickly. Before I change my mind, sergeant." He rose from his seat, grabbing his drink and gesturing for you to go first.

You gazed up at him. It really was easy to forget just how big he was. "Quick question first?"

He didn't seem keen. "Go ahead."

"How long were you here watching me before you sent the drink over?" You really needed to know, to see how out of it you were.

"Not long." Lie.

Your brow furrowed. "How long, Simon?"

"About forty minutes."

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect it to have been that long. "Fort- Jesus. And I didn't notice you?"

He brushed you off with a small shrug. "You were having fun. Guard was down."

"Still."

"Don't dwell on it. I was just going to leave and not let you know I was here." His eyes moved away from you, the opposite side of his eye contact problem showing.

You ducked to the side to meet his gaze again. "Why didn't you?"

He shrugged again.

You offered him a small slip of affection, just the tiniest thing. "I'm glad you didn't."

He grunted in reply, which was more than you were expecting. So, you just gestured for him to follow you towards the table of your friends where you stopped short a couple feet away. You sent a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that Simon was still, in fact, there and hadn't pulled a Ghost and disappeared. But he was still standing there watching you when you checked. Which meant it was time for introductions... which you sucked at.

"Everybody, this is Simon. My lieutenant. Simon this is... everybody." You frowned at the crowded table in front of you. "You'll pick up names. It's alright that he joins us, yeah?"

“Of course.”

"Yeah."

"Oh, my god, yes."

"Take a seat, mate."

"Where you from, Simon?"

"Manchester."

"Ugh, he's a Manc! Moving on!"

You laughed as you squeezed into the booth with Simon next to you, trying not to touch him too much. "What did I miss? What are we talking about?"

"My husband is cheating on me." One of your friends announced dramatically.

Your eyes widened at the confession. "What? Really?"

"I suspect he is." She pouted, slumping forward onto the table.

"As if. He worships the ground you walk on. As he should. What makes you think he's cheating?" You debated whether this was a good topic to be talking about with your lieutenant sat right there. But then you figured that Simon needed some friends. And what was a better way to make friends than through some old-fashioned gossip?

"Late nights as work. Going to the gym a lot. He's not getting any fitter either."

You winced. "Ah, well that is quite damning."

"Yeah. I'm trying to build up the courage to just ask him about it."

"Yeah, confront him. If he's cheating then come to me. I know how to use a gun and hide a body." You winked at her.

"Sergeant." Simon's warning tone came from beside you.

"I'm kidding, lieutenant." You looked to your friend again and mouthed. "I'm not."

Another one of your friends spoke up, leaning on the table on his elbows. "God, you guys are so formal. Even during leave."

"We don't have to be. He refuses to call me anything other than sergeant. I think it's because he secretly doesn't know my name." You nudged Simon with your elbow and then, realising what you'd done, pulled back quickly. Maybe taking a break from the drink would be a good idea for a while.

"Not true." Ghost shook his head slowly.

"So you claim. Yet you've yet to refer to me as anything other than sergeant."

"It's fun watching you squirm thinking you have to be on your best behaviour all the time." He sent you a sly smirk, his eyes squinting just the tiniest bit.

Your jaw dropped. "I'm asking Price to reassign me. This is bullying."

"Wouldn't let Price do it." He countered, leaning in dangerously close.

"Who's Price?"

The both of you pulled back at the question and answered simultaneously. "Captain."

"Ah, okay. The one with the mutton chops, right?" One friend offered.

You nodded. "Right."

Simon huffed. "That's what you told them about Price?"

"It's his best feature."

"Christ, woman." He groaned, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Ooh, woman's a new one."

A friend volunteered in your defence. "To be fair, she's not allowed to tell us much. She usually gives us one identifying feature of every person she tells us about. So we can keep up."

"I'm assuming Soap is the fact that he's Scottish."

"Scottish with Mohawk. He gets two."

"What's Gaz?"

"Baby of the team."

"Fitting. Me?"

You stayed silent.

"What is it?"

You shook your head. "Can't say. Classified."

"Sergeant." His voice was harsh, demanding.

But you weren’t going to give in. "Lieutenant."

"I won't be insulted." His voice dropped to its familiar bored tone, as if trying to force the idea that it wouldn’t bother him.

That’s not what concerned you however. "Don't think you would be."

"Then why can't you tell me?”

"Just can't." Stellar reasoning, well done.

"I could ask them." He tilted his head in the direction of your friends, who were all watching you completely enraptured.

You didn’t back down, stare hardening at him. "Go ahead."

"Fine." He turned to the table. "What's my identifying feature?"

There was a moment of silence before someone gave in and admitted it. Traitors. "You don't have one."

There was a split second of delay before he replied. "She doesn't talk about me then?"

"Quite the opposite actually." One of your friends giggled.

Another stepped in. "Talks about you sooo much that you don't need an identifying feature. Just know who her lieutenant is."

"Besides, apparently you usually wear a mask. You have no features."

A raised finger of a counterpoint. "Arguably, the mask is the feature."

Ghost turned to you, almost smug. "You talk about me, sergeant?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Simon. You're good at what you do. I can appreciate that." You sniffed, rolling your shoulders back to force yourself to relax.

"Out loud? With your friends?"

You shot him an irritated look. "Get over yourself."

"Didn't say anything."

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "I know what you're thinking."

"I'm sure you do." He exhaled deeply, glancing away from you towards his drink.

Your own gaze moved back towards everyone else around the table. "Moving on! What else is happening with you guys?"

"Saw your parents a couple days ago. They said they didn't know you were home."

Well, that wasn’t the jollier topic you hoped to move on to.

A fake smile automatically set itself on your face at the mention of your family. "Fuck. What did you say?"

"Lied for you and said you only just got back. Might want to call them."

"I will do that. At some point.” Lie, lie, lie.

"Mhm, your sister had another baby as well. That's what? The fourth niece or nephew you haven't met?" There was a note of condescension in your friend’s voice.

You shrugged, knowing you had a decent enough reason. If your job counted as decent. "I've been busy. And it's only the second."

"We're not judging. Your parents might be though."

"Well, that's lovely to know." You slouched down in your seat. The relationship with your parents was… touchy, to say the least. Desperately seeking their approval for years had left the bond with them strained. And you being away from home so often definitely hadn’t helped the rockiness of it all.

"Also they seem convinced that you've met a military man and are going to come home engaged or married..."

Your face scrunched in disgust. "Oh, ew. What the fuck?"

Simon elbowed you harshly in the ribs. "We're not that bad."

"Share a bunk with Soap and come back to me on that." You snapped back. Your fellow sergeant was a snorer who regularly farted in his sleep. He was like your brother but man did you hate having to sleep in close proximity to him.

"Fair point.” He grumbled back to you. “But why are they under that impression?"

"They know I don't date civilians."

"Or anyone." One of your friends mumbled in her drink.

"Thank you.” You sent her a sarcastic smile. “So they think I'm after a man in uniform."

"Aren't you?" The same friend asked.

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw. "In... theory."

"Not in practice though." She carried on, loving the way you were squirming.

"We know not in practice, okay? Doesn't need to be said aloud.” You spared a glance at the man beside you before adding a harsh whisper. “Especially in front of my lieutenant."

"I'm sure Simon is loving this."

"It comes with the job. Family troubles and no love life." He offered some of your words back to you from earlier, shrugging. You were glad of the support from him, even if it was only your own thoughts.

"You got any friends for her Simon? Anyone on the team you think she'd be good with?"

He shook his head. "Nah, not good enough for her."

Wait, what? Not good enough? For you? Since when did he have such a high opinion of you?

A friend of yours cooed. "That's sweet. If it helps, she's great in the sack."

You choked on the mouthful of drink you were taking, slamming your glass back down. "And how exactly would you know that?!"

"I shared a house with you in uni, babes. I remember all those guys coming out of your room with dazed smiles looking as if they'd just had the time of their life." She grinned at you slyly.

Eyes wide. Jaw dropped. Heart racing. "Oh, my god. Please shut up."

"You asked."

"I didn't need such a detailed answer!” You were ignored.

"Although you may be quite rusty at the moment. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You covered your face with your hands. "For the love of everything that is good in this world, please be quiet."

"I'm just saying. We're all friends here, aren't we?" She laughed, mainly gesturing towards your higher up.

"He's my lieutenant!"

"Wait, Simon, are you single?"

You cut in before it could go any further. "Nope! Okay! So... sister? Baby. Parents? Delusional. What else?"

Everyone around the table chuckled at your reaction but moved on anyway, much to your relief.

"They're hoping you’re home for Christmas this year."

Your hand tightened around your drink. "I hope I'm not."

"Thought you'd say that."

Paying little attention to what your friend actually said, you mumbled to yourself. "That's fucking ridiculous of them. What the actual fuck?"

"We said the same." Mumbled loud enough for them to overhear apparently.

Simon looked confused. "What's the issue there?"

You failed to answer so someone else did for you. "They uninvited her to Christmas three years ago. Hasn't been back since."

"Why would they do that?"

"Didn't approve of her lifestyle."

He turned to you. "Your... lifestyle?"

"Murderer daughter." You bit back, bitterly.

His body tightened with tension. "You're not a murderer."

"Tell them that." You snorted. "Why do they want me home now?"

"Beats us.” Your friends said in weird unison.

"Wish they'd make their mind up over whether they want to disown me or not. It's exhausting trying to keep up."

The table laughed at that. Simon did not. But did he laugh at anything?

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want one?” He looked down at you, pointing vaguely at your almost empty glass.

“Uhh… sure. Thanks.” You smiled at him, which he obviously didn’t return. After briefly asking everyone else if they wanted anything, which they declined, he stalked off in the direction of the bar.

Once he was a few paces away, one of your friends practically launched herself halfway across the table and lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "He's gorgeous, babes."

You decided to play coy. "You think?"

"You don't?" Her brow was raised in disbelieving accusation.

The coy act was dropped pretty quickly. "Oh, I know he is. Just didn't think you would."

"Well, I do. And he’s definitely your type, absolutely perfect for you. Plus he so likes you."

You scoffed. "No, he doesn't."

"He fancies the pants off of you!" She insisted.

You didn’t buy it. "I can guarantee that he does not."

"He can't take his eyes off you!"

"He has a staring problem." You shrugged, it was true.

"Yeah, the problem is that he can't stop staring at you."

You thought about it. Yeah, he stared at you a lot. But he stared at everything. Didn't mean he stared at you with... feelings or whatever your friends were implying. Just that he had a staring problem.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley does not like me." It was a finalised statement, one that you believed wholeheartedly.

"Open your eyes, babes. He likes you."

"Do you like him?"

Avoid answering. "Not allowed to like him. He's my lieutenant."

"That doesn't answer our question."

Shit.

"Maybe a little." You pinched your fingers together, there was no point lying to them, and shook your head. "Doesn't matter anyway."

"Why?"

"Because, say he did like me, he'd never admit it. And I'm not going to push him into anything. I'm just glad he's talking to me and accepting my attempt at us being friends." That was true. You were loving how he wasn’t completely rejecting your friendship. He maybe wasn’t embracing it but he wasn’t pushing you away either.

"That's so sad, babes."

"Cheers.” You deadpanned. “It can't happen anyway."

"Why not?"

"Relationships aren't allowed. Makes us a liability. My captain would reassign one of us as soon as he caught wind of it. And it would be me." The thought of Price reassigning you was horrid. You loved your team more than anything.

"Simon said he wouldn't let your captain reassign you."

That was true, he did. "He was joking... I think."

"I don't think he was. That man stares at you like he's ready to eat you. It's like listening to Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen in real life!"

Groan. "You watched Dirty Dancing again, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that Simon looks at you with hungry eyes. And don't judge my love for Dirty Dancing." Two of your friends nodded in agreement with her.

"I'm not. I'm judging your favourite song choice when Love Is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia is clearly the superior song on the soundtrack." You said as you downed the last bit of your drink, thankful Simon was bringing you another one. Your mouth was dry and the initial buzz was wearing off. You’d need more alcohol if this interrogation was going to continue despite it probably not being the best idea.

"Blasphemy!” She declared before quietening herself. “Oop, we gotta be quiet now because he's coming back over. Simon!"

He froze in his tracks, a glass clasped in each large hand. "Yes?"

"Can you settle a debate for us?"

You froze too, wide-eyed. They weren't going to ask about him staring at you, were they?

"Sure...?"

You smiled at his unsure tone. Big, scary man who got shot at for a living was terrified of answering a little question.

"You've seen Dirty Dancing, yeah?"

You relaxed.

"I have."

Surprising.

"Which is a better song? Hungry Eyes or Love Is Strange?"

"Oh, I... uh-"

"Leave the poor man alone." You laughed despite being a little curious about his music taste.

"I always liked She's Like the Wind."

That shocked you to your core. "Patrick Swayze fan?"

"Used to have a mullet just like his." He placed your drink in front of you. "Here you go. You look surprised."

"I always am when you don't disappear. And when you admit to being a Patrick Swayze fan." You snorted, taking the drink from him.

"Learn to have a little faith, Sarge." He sighed as he sat down next to you again, an inch closer than before you were sure.

A burning feeling settled in your chest at the nickname. Sure, it was only a shortened version of your rank, and a common one at that, but it was something. Not sergeant. Not woman. Sarge. You decided to let it slide to see if he’d ever do it again of his own accord.

"Your name's Ghost for a reason." You sing-songed, the image of his mask flashing through your mind.

"I'll give you that. But remember, Simon here."

"Still weird."

"Still Simon."

You chewed the inside of your bottom lip before asking your next question. "Patrick Swayze?"

"He was blond."

"Like you, you mean?"

Hesitation. "Yeah."

You hummed and thought about him with a mullet. What an odd thing to admit to you. But you’d never complain. If Simon was willing to offer you little tidbits of silly information about himself, then you were going to absorb every single one and treasure them forever.

A/N: Simon with a mullet as a teen because he wanted to be Patrick Swayze when he grew up is canon to me now.

[redclercs]

DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

xi.it’s okay we’re the best of friends

— the one where all you do is think about the feelings that you hide.

warnings: guys, my brain was failing during this so not really proofread, also please pretend the dress is the same in both pics lol, alcohol consumption. 2.5k words.

currently playing: drive by halsey!

masterlist ✢ next

Liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55, mati.bassi, tchalamet and others.

View comments

softyn FIRST POST SINCE MAY AND MOTHER WANTS US DEAD

ynstars I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SLAY

aid4anfeels ugly bitch

lecsainz516 whose wedding is this, charles and carlos were there too

formulayn did @/charles_leclerc take these?

liked by charles_leclerc

THE COMMENTS FOR THIS POST ARE LIMITED.

August 5th, Madrid, Spain.

WHEN Charles said you needed to make new memories in Spain to replace the bad ones, you didn’t have a wedding in mind. However, with the rollercoaster that is your life as of lately, you don’t swim against the current anymore. Just going with it is not a bad way to live when you’re still trying to reach the surface and get away from the wreckage.

Things aren’t good. Not yet. The press is still having a field day with all that he said, she said merry go round. Aidan and Victoria are fighting to play the victim and Mia Kim is on a mission to paint you as the worst sister-in-law who could have ever existed. Which, to be fair, paints her in a weird Freudian light.

But things are better than they were the last time you were in Spain. And that’s something to be grateful for.

“Are you sure?” You asked Charles on FaceTime for the third time that night two weeks ago, he had just asked you to be his plus one to one of his Ferrari mates’ wedding. “Are you a hundred percent sure they won’t mind?”

The last thing you wanted was to feel like an intruder, and with the type of attention you carry around like a dark cloud over your head, ruining someone’s special day was not an experience you wanted to add to your repertoire.

“Of course they won’t mind, soleil.” Charles assured, he was still in Hungary after the Grand Prix. “Tommaso told me I could bring anyone, and I want to bring you.”

The last time you saw Charles in person was in New York City, almost two months ago. It doesn't mean, of course, that you stopped communicating. Whenever Charles is on his phone, you can be certain you'll receive a text, a picture or a random iMessage drawing. You handle time zones as best you can without sacrificing too much sleep time, especially for the one who has to drive a car at 300 km/hr.

Although he insisted on you coming to any Grand Prix of your choice, you thought it best to stay away from the paddock for a while. Plus, you had some work to do. You didn't love Talk Shows while promoting, most hosts did horrible, unfunny jokes, and you were the butt of a lot of them, but if being in some of them helped you to speak about your situation and dismiss whatever rumor Victoria, Aidan or Mia (or just about half the internet) had going on, you were willing to make the sacrifice.

You were also willing to attend a complete stranger's wedding just to see Charles again, but you didn't want to give that thought the depth it demanded from you. Not in the seven hour flight from New York to Madrid, and not now, as you're getting ready for Charles to pick you up to go to the wedding.

Your blue dress is frankly magnificent, and you are aware of how good you look, but it doesn't hurt that the first thing Charles does when the doors to the lift open, is compliment you. Well, to be fair, the first thing he does is gather his thoughts and try not to feel stupid after basically picking his jaw up from the floor.

"You look gorgeous," Charles says, clearing his throat. His sudden anxiety makes you chuckle, as his Adam's apple bobs up his neck. "I missed you so much, soleil."

You are mildly disappointed when he doesn't hug you the way he did back in New York, and you dismiss the feeling almost as quickly as it appeared. Although his words linger in the air, he missed you, and you did too.

"I don't want to ruin your hair," he explains, as if he's read your mind, and smiles wider.

"Right," you shake your head, it was obvious. "You look pretty good yourself, Charlie," you add, always trying to return the compliment, and only managing to make it awkward.

There is something about men in suits that makes them twice as attractive, and it's unfair when it comes to someone like Charles, who is already way too handsome as it is.

"Thank you," Charles is always nice enough to accept your half-assed, anxiety induced compliments. "Shall we?"

You nod, and when he offers his arm to lead you to the car, you link yours through it taking a breath so deep, it makes your lungs ache.

"Do you like weddings?" Charles asks as the engine of his car roars to life. A red Ferrari is the only way you manage to describe it, afraid of getting details wrong. Although you're certain Charles would patiently explain anything you needed to know about it, you don't ask.

"Everyone likes weddings," you reply, setting both hands on top of your knees. "Right?"

Charles chuckles and shrugs, "I guess so,"

You love weddings, except when you're expected to be the bride.

"Charles," you pat his shoulder and he takes his eyes off the road for the briefest second. "Are you completely sure the bride doesn't mind my presence?"

You don't want to give yourself some sort of importance you don't deserve—the bride has more important things to worry about—but particularly nervous about how your presence will be received at the celebration.

"Seriously, y/n," Charles soothes, his right hand leaves the steering wheel and searches for your own blindly, accidentally landing on your empty lap. He takes his hand back immediately, red creeping up his neck. "It's fine." he resolves, his sight way too focused on the road now.

"Alright," you whisper, smoothing the skirt of your dress. "Alright."

Both of you remain silent the rest of the way as you take in the Spanish landscape and Charles drives like his life depends on it. You promised yourself you'd ask for as much information on the happy couple as you could, but your voice is lost in the pit that opened in your stomach.

And the evening is just beginning.

It's after the ceremony, at cocktail hour that you find everything out about Tommaso and Bárbara thanks to none other than Carlos Sainz, who seems to really have a thing for gossip and also, for making fun of you for crying during the vows.

"Leave me alone, Carlos," you warn for the last time, this time threatening him with your closed fist. "Not my fault you don't have a heart in that big-ass chest."

This makes him laugh harder, and even Charles chuckles against the lip of his whiskey glass.

"I miss you so much around the paddock, y/n!" Carlos sighs, patting the place above his heart. "For real."

You click your tongue. "Sure you do,"

Carlos and you talk a lot less than Charles and you do, of course. But if Charles calls you during whatever free time he has while in the Ferrari Suite, you can trust Carlos to insert himself in the conversation.

"And a lot of the other drivers do too," Carlos' tone is mocking again, and you glower at him.

"Stop picking on me," this time you punch him on the shoulder.

"I'm being serious. Lando has a crush on you,"

You talked to Lando a few times, mostly when he and Carlos were being boys and hitting each other in the balls outside the Ferrari Suite and Lando made small talk as he tried not to touch his private parts. A crush is an exaggeration, Lando just told you he thought you were cool for making movies.

"Why don't we take some pictures?" Charles suggests before downing the rest of his whiskey. You don't miss the look he gives Carlos.

"Why not?" you smile at Charles, shrugging. The place is beautiful and you would love to have a memory of this whole thing that you can go back to.

"I'll catch up with you guys," Carlos calls as you two walk away, uninterested in the impromptu photoshoot.

Charles directs an annoyed look at him again and then makes it go away to return his attention to you.

"What was that?" you ask, taking Charles' arm again for him to lead you to where the rest of the guests are more scattered and won't photobomb your pictures.

"What was what?" Charles lifts an eyebrow, forever the expert at playing dumb. Or, not really.

You shake your head, this is another deep thought you don't want to venture into. There is enough of this weird tension already, and you're not sure if Charles feels it too.

─────────

"Your girlfriend is beautiful," a lady is patting your hand, a gentle smile on her face as she looks at Charles. She's the spouse of another Ferrari team member, and the first thing she did was compliment your dress before even asking for your name.

"Oh, I'm not—"

"We're just friends," Charles clears up, gentle as well. "But y/n really is beautiful."

The woman raises both eyebrows and laughs, an 'oh you kids' snicker that isn't unkind. "Of course, of course."

It's the first time of many during this party that Charles has to say you're not in a relationship, and it seems to get easier every time the words come out of his mouth.

Although it's true, you're not sure why it nags at you.

You cry again during the couple's First Dance and verbally threaten Carlos to leave you alone as you wipe your tears carefully, doing your best to keep your makeup intact. He laughs, but takes your threat seriously and remains quiet. This whole Tom and Jerry thing is amusing but he doesn't want to actually make you angry.

A few songs in, after you're done bickering with Carlos and you have finished your third glass of champagne, Charles asks you to dance with him.

An slowed-down version of Sixpence's 'Kiss Me' plays as you take the dance floor. You blame your giddiness on the fact that you finished that flute of champagne in record time.

"What is it?" Charles questions, smoothly placing one hand on your hip while the other holds your palm. His thumb runs up and down the curve of your wrist.

"What if I step on your foot?" you retort, looking up at him. That's only one thing that makes you nervous, although you know how to dance. You took lessons for both Supercut and Parisian Valentine.

Laughter bubbles from Charles' chest and you join in, although this makes you even more nervous. It would be stupid to say you don't see how handsome he is, even if he's just your friend.

"I won't mind," Charles promises, and his fingers press a little harder against your hip bone.

"Okay, then."

It's obviously not a complicated endeavor to sway around the dance floor with Charles, he lets you set the pace, lacing your fingers together after you spin back to him.

"Thank you for coming with me, soleil," he says in a low voice. You can smell the alcohol in his breath although it's been a while since he stopped drinking, he still has to drive you back to your hotel. "I really missed you these two months."

"I love weddings. Thanks for inviting me," you squeeze his shoulder, the contrast of your manicured nails against his shirt distracts you momentarily from the fact that you can feel his breath against your jaw.

It's the second time today that you miss the chance to tell him you missed him too, and you know he notices it by the way he leans away.

The song ends before your tongue decides to respond to you again and Charles lets go of you. A few seconds feel like an hour as you stare at each other, unable—or unwilling—to say anything of what either of you really want to say.

"Care to dance?" a guy with longish hair and dark eyes is offering you his hand now, as a faster song starts and the lights around the room turn brighter.

You break eye contact with Charles and when you look at him again, he just nods, taking a step back to your assigned table.

"Sure," you tell the guy, a tense smile on your face. "Let's dance."

The ride back to your hotel is silent again, and you're too tired to find a way to fill it.

Charles' energy has shifted and this makes your stomach turn. Your anxiety worsens every time you feel someone is 'off' towards you, and that someone being Charles makes it a hundred times worse.

He takes the elevator to your room with you, placing his hand gently in the middle of your bare back to let you in first.

"We're okay, right?" you whisper, looking at your distorted reflections on the silver wall of the cubicle.

You see Charles' reflection frown and then his face turns to you. "Of course we're okay, y/n. Is something wrong?"

You shake your head, the loose strands of your bun tickle your nape. "I'm just wondering."

Charles is never bothered by your need for reassurance, not even when he needs reassurance himself. That he's not being a complete and absolute moron by wanting the woman all the boys want to dance with, and holding onto that little slither of hope that he might have a chance with her. He's the one standing next to you after the party, still.

"We are okay. Didn't you have fun today?" he asks, pushing those thoughts aside. You're friends. Just friends.

"Of course I did!" you inhale sharply, "I just— nevermind." you take your hand to the back of your head, already tired of the half undone bun that threatens to give you a headache.

"I had fun. I always have fun when I'm with you," Charles follows you out of the elevator and down the hallway to the third door marked with a 3321.

You're still struggling to find the exact hairpin that holds your hairdo together, and Charles pinpoints it almost at the same time as you do, pulling it out swiftly to make your hair fall down your shoulders.

It's a meaningless gesture, Charles hasn't given it a second thought or stopped walking. But a shiver runs down your back as his knuckles graze your nape.

"Thanks, Charlie." You say, swallowing.

"Of course," Charles puts the pin inside the pocket of his trousers with a shrug.

You stand in front of the room for a minute, having a stare down again as you rub the back of your head.

"Thank you again for today, Charles." you're the one to break the silence, keycard already between your fingers. "I had a great time."

"I'm glad, soleil." Charles his dimples appear when he smiles and your breath hitches when he leans towards you. It feels like you've been showered with ice cold water. "Good night, y/n," he says and presses his lips against your cheek.

"Good night, Charlie," you wave him goodbye from the door as he walks back to the lift.

The feeling of his lips against your skin is there, even after you've washed your face and tucked yourself into bed.

─── team principal radio: ❝thank you for reading! surprisingly, i don't have much to say this time other than i really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and that I appreciate each one of you dearly!♡❞

✰ paddock club members: @sassyheroneckgiant @flowerchild-96 @fangirlika @shegotboreddsoo @roseamongthorns13 @cissyp @chimchimjiminie16 @saturnsrinqs @roni-midnights @gayyvodka6 @studioreader @its-ash-not-grey @lu-morningstar @ferraribabe @reidsworld @feelslikestrawberries @celestialams @kosmosgalore @heeseung-baby @missenclod @buendiabebeta @mycenterfold @aces-tattooartist @burningrred @you-bleed-just-toknowyouarealive @rainybabe25 @ru-kru @lazybot @teenagedreams-cl @cool-ultra-nerd @kuskumu @formulakay3 @bisexual-desi @somanyfandomsbruh @icarus-nex @haziefairy @xjval @xoxoloverb @sainzleclercs @headinthecloudssblog @incoherenciass @bookophiliac @torrie421 @nooshytushie @azxulaa @steephanie07 @anonymous8462 @tbisloneely @pukklv @bn7921 @be-your-coffee-pot @fdl305 @lovely-blackinnon @landonorizzz @ruleroftheuniverse @ivegotparticulartaste

want to join the paddock club? click here!

if you are not tagged please check your blog settings because tumblr isn't letting me tag you

[docholligay]

I Saw the TV Glow

I’m essentially always up for a weird horror movie, so when I saw the ads for I Saw the TV Glow, I knew I was in. I don’t generally look up anything about a movie before I go, and in truth, prefer when a trailer doesn’t tell me all that much about what’s going to happen in a movie. This fit the bill!

Non-spoilery: Go in as blind as possible to this movie. There were a lot of things I thought this movie was going to be about, and it was not any of them. What it ended up being about was fantastic. This movie is really really going to resonate with some people my age and the ages around it. I don’t know if it will be as effective for younger people for a variety of reasons. 

Bear in mind I saw this once several months ago, with spoilers below the cut. 

OKAY. We’re in spoiler zone now, so let’s get into this: This movie is about the experience of being gay or trans, specifically in the late 90s to early aughts. We’ll get more into that later, but I want to put it on the table right now. This movie is horror in a Twilight Zone sense. That is in fact my favorite kind of horror! But if you’re seeing it billed as a horror movie, you may not get out of it what you are expecting. 

The Pink Opaque is absolutely Buffy. So much so that Jetty felt called out multiple times: They use the Buffy font, there’s a cameo from a Buffy actress, etc. The movie is not trying to hide this very well. And the Pink Opaque is not a great show! It’s more of a carriage device for these two teenagers that have something in common, something that sparks a realization between them of who they actually are. 

Throughout the show, as Owen gets more and more involved in wanting to watch the show with Maddy, we start seeing quotes in the background that could absolutely be on a high school board, but also…are very much about what is needed inm order to decide to unbury yourself, and live in the Pink Opaque. The one I remember the most, is because it’s one of my favorite quotes. “Without courage, all other virtues are meaningless.” I think about this quote all the time, because I think it is true. You can be kind, you can be intelligent, you can be loyal, but if you are a coward, those virtues mean nothing at the close of business. 

It’s impossible for me to explain to people even 7 to 10 years younger tha  me how different the world was then. I made the choice Maddy made and decided to live in The Pink Opaque as myself, but I love that it isn’t shown as consequence-free either. There are a lot of entanglements and difficulties and fights that came with that decision. You choose to live that way, in 2004, and you get to be the hero, but the hero has to constantly be on guard for the monsters around every corner. And this isn’t even me going, ‘poor pitiful me’--my life was leaps and bounds easier than 10 years before me--but it is a very very different landscape. Fucking no one bats an eye at me being gay now, realistically. 

When Maddy comes back as Tara, and says this is who she always has been, and she had to dig herself out of a fucking grave to be that, I was there, baby! I am not going to get too much into my personal life, but the process of becoming Doc was not a bloodless one. Her coming back and telling him he can have it all, he just has to be willing to die for it--fucking loved that. I have so many memories of having the same conversations with people. We couldn’t have everything. My peers had to decide between having college paid for, having a place to live, and being out, and not everyone had the brass ones to go my way. I made an impulsive, insane decision, and I have never ever regretted it. My parents couldn’t have paid for college anyhow, so fuck it. But it was a choice other people had same as I did, and again, sitting in that dark school ‘planetarium” telling Owen he can live a harder but more real life, fuck. Again, without courage, ALL OTHER VIRTUES ARE MEANINGLESS. I do genuinely feel like this movie might be a miss for a generation whose parents and social circles were simply awkward about it at worst. 

Not scary in the usual sense, but I think a great psychological horror about the costs of doing business, in this life. 

You’re poisoned, you’re buried alive, and that line about, “And you’ll never even know you’re dying.” I mean, sometimes I feel like I was a near miss from living my entire life closeted, as bizarre as that sounds for someone who left home over the matter. I am a person who just makes decisions, and what if I had made the decision to shut that part of myself off, as Owen did? 

My favorite part of this movie is when Owen shuts that part of himself off, and we see him living his life, and he has a family but we NEVER SEE THEM. Because they aren’t a real part of him either, they are all a part of the set dressing of the life he has convinced himself he wants. He is going to be a man, he is going to live as a man and tell himself that’s what he really wants. And then to end up in the bathroom, to end up vomiting all that moon juice and knowing that he has been dying inside the whole time? I thought it was such a beautifully sad ending. 

IF I had a criticism of this movie, there would be a couple handfuls: 

It can be a little on the nose, now and again. I think Maddy-as-Tara’s monologue goes on a little long and loses some of its punch. 

It doesn’t lean quite as hard into the unreliable narrator that is Owen as it could, and so I could see people going, “Oh, Tara was completely right, and Owen made the wrong choice” when even within the narrative, it is telling us that to live in the Pink Opaque is to kill who you are now. That is…not nothing. Owen has, for example, a real relationship with his mother. That’s something that can be lost. Because both me and the author made the same choice, its easy for us to write it as ‘correct’, and honestly it was only on stepping back for a bit that I’m like, “Hm, while this does a better job than 90% of the movies about this I’ve seen, i wish it would have outlaid the cost a little more” but I would want to rewatch it before I made that a HARD criticism instead of a soft one. I was still figuring out everything about the movie, and so didn’t have a chance to really analyze it in this lens. 

I had another criticism, but I actually do want to watch it again before I commit to it, upon reflection. 

[mayaschapstick]

NEW KID

part 2 !!

part 1 !

pairing : chris x fem!reader

summary : second day of school, not the best, but ended up with the triplets.

warnings : drunk mom, getting laughed at, insecurity

a/n : alright so someone commented under my last post so i wanted to talk abt smt 😭🙏🏼 first of all, i am NOT romanticizing bullying as i also got bullied until last year. if you dont feel comfortable while reading my stuff, or because of my content, then just dont read it and leave my page. (guys this is kinda late but i slept like all day so)

⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹

I walked over to my moms car, hopping in.

„why are you picking me up?”

„we’re getting you school supplies.”

my mom answered.

„oh yeah right.”

i sighed before i grabbed the seatbelt and buckled up.

i pulled out my phone to see if my friend replied, and she actually did.

„leah 💋” showing up on my screen, i smiled as i saw the notifications, opening it and started talking to her.

that evening.

I was laying in my bed, my stomach already hurting from thinking about school, i really didnt wanna go. i havent done alot today, I felt pretty unproductive. I grabbed my black hoodie and put on my converse before sneaking out quietly, closing the door behind me really quiet, walking along the street, it was like my first time being out here, i looked around as i put my hood on, trying to look a bit intimidating in case theres like some kidnapper out there, i mean, you never know.

i forgot my airpods at home so i was kinda frustrated, i kept walking but looked down on my feet, watching myself walk, and eventually zoning out. I didnt hear the chatting that was coming towards me as i was focused on how i was walking, when i suddenly looked up when i realized i zoned out.

I looked at the 2 guys infront of me, one of them looked like the kid that threw a paper ball against my head today, and the other one like thta guy i had to sit next to, i forgot his name.

and suddenly one of them spoke up, the other one trying to shush him.

„oi woman!”

i tried to ignore him, looking down again, but they stopped infront of me and didnt let me go through.

„arent you that new kid?”

I looked at him, before nodding and taking my hood off.

„yeah?..”

i responded.

„i thought you were like weird at first but damn, you look goo-“

he got cut off by who i think was chris.

„alright bro cmon leave her alone.”

he tried grabbing his friends arm and pull him away.

„is he high or sum?”

i asked, really just wanting to be alone, so i sounded a bit rude.

chris looked at me, shrugging.

„i literally dont know. we’ll leave you alone tho.”

he said sighing before i watched them walking off, sighing, i kept walking until like a hour later i was back home again.

i immediately put on my sweatpants again, laying down in my bed, i couldnt sleep so i watched some tiktok, still not feeling very good because of school, and now especially not because of the little meeting earlier.

the next morning i woke up a bit too late, i slept in, first thing i did was check for any new messages on my phone, then i got up, sighing.

taking my tshirt off and putting my bra on. i

I was searching for a good t-shirt. when my mom came in without knocking.

„Im changing ma!“

i yelled as i covered myself up with some random shirt.

„I dont care! hurry up you‘ll be late! only your second day and youre already too late. your dad would be disappointed!“

My mom answered, i got mad and upset. everytime we would fight she brings dad in it, even when we only fight about the tiniest things.

„no he wouldnt! stop bringing him up everytime!“

I said upset before just grabbing a random light pink tshirt, putting it on before putting my jeans on.

upset i walked into the kitchen, just grabbed and apple, my school bag, my phone & airpods and stormed off, banging the door closed without even saying goodbye.

i put my airpods in, walking to school.

as soon as i arrived i put my airpods in their case again, sighing before walking into school, walking to my classroom, knocking on the door before opening it.

„hey- im sorry for coming late..“

I swalloed, as my teacher spoke up.

„its fine, just try not to do it again.“

I nodded, sat next to noah again, as i immediately spoke up but immediately regretted it again.

„were you high last night bro?“

i talked to him like ive known him for months.

but i got anxious as he just starred at me for a few seconds, he just shrugged, not opening his mouth as i heard a group of girls giggling while they looked at me and I immediately felt uncomfortable,

did i look weird?

did i do something weird?

why were they laughing.

i covered my stomach with my jacket, sighing as i untucked my hair behind my ear, looking down, using my hand to support myself, as i drifted off to sleep.

2 minutes later someone poked me from behind, i opened my eyes and slowly turned around, seing matt, tucking my hair behind my ear again.

„eh..?“

I said sleepy, I looked at chris, then at nick.

„did you do the homework??“

matt spoke up, i shook my head.

„we had homework??..“

nick chuckled at my answer, nodding.

„well i didnt even knew th-„

„y/n.“

my teacher spoke up, i quickly turned around.

„yeah- sorry.“

break

nick asked me if i wanted to hang in the breaks with them, and i said yes, so now i was sitting next to them on a bench, covering my mouth to eat my food i bought at the cafeteria, not wanting to get judged for how i was eating.

they were talking, while i just sat there, zoning out, when chris suddenly poked in my side with his elbow.

„ay.“

„hm?“

i quickly swalloed, looking up, putting my hand on my thigh.

„whats wrong?“

he asked, i was confused. he looked at me like he wanted to kill me but asked me if i was okay.

„nothing. im just tired.“

I answered, looking up at him not breaking eye contact.

he just nodded and gave me a little

„ah m‘kay.“

before continuing talking to his brothers, it made me upset. why was he acting so dry yet so sweet.

I just continued eating my food, before thinking it was crazy that i was spending my break with people i know since yesterday and maybe spoke 7 sentences with.

When i suddenly spoke up.

„chris?“

he looked down at me.

„eh?“

„why were you out so late yesterday night?“

I said carefully, not wanting to sound like a stalker or a possessive girlfriend.

he answered.

„the same thing i could ask you.“

„I asked you first.“

I chuckled.

So did he, he chuckled.

„noah asked me if wanted to hang with him so i said yes. easy.“

he answered.

„did yall smoke? he looked and acted high as hell.“

i answered, smiling slightly.

„who knows.“

he answered, turning back to his brothers.

„ahh okayy.“

i giggled, but as soon as i catched myself smiling and giggling i immediately just brushed it off, continuing to eat, still confused tho.

when school ended, the triplets walked next to me.

„y/n?“ matt said

i looked at him, „hm?“

„chris wanted to ask if youd lik-„

chris cut him off.

„no. no i didnt, nick wanted to, the fuck.“

chris said, rolling his eyes.

matt snickered.

„ah yeah right… nick wanted to ask if youd like to hang with us this afternoon.“

hang with them?

I smiled and nodded.

„of course yes! I’d love to.“

matt nodded and smiled, nick was zoned out, focusing on what was happening on his phone, I catched chris smile a little, I smiled at his smile as you kept walking.

„alright so.. see you later..?“

i said, smiling.

chris and matt nodded, nick still zoned out on his phone.

„mhm, yes, bye!“

matt said, smiling.

i walked a bit faster, wanting to scream, i was so happy, finally having some new friends. I just hope they weren’t a bunch of assholes.

i arrived home, unlocking the door, walking in, closing the door and taking my shoes off, happily walking into my room, putting my bag down, taking my jacket off, throwing it onto my bag, i walked downstairs, happily

just to find my mom on the couch, drunk, again.

my happiness immediately faded.

i looked over to her.

„ma..?- you drunk…?“

I asked carefully, she looked up at me, annoyed.

„and what if i am?…“

she answered slurred,

“It is non of your business! and this is my house, i can do whatever i want to!”

she said, yelling a bit.

i scoffed.

„alright yeah my bad.“

I walked into my room again, i could hear her scream something after me but i ignored it, walking into the kitchen. before grabbing some food and walking upstairs into my room again.

———————————————

I was standing infront of the house of the triplets, nick send me their adress as he gave his number to me earlier, i knocked.

⊹˚₊‧───────────‧₊˚⊹

a/n : i hope you liked this!! and guys i got like yhe best ideas but idk if it should happen so soon already or if i should do a bigggggg timeskip 😭 so please help me🙏🏼 rebloggs and likes are highly appreciated!! love you guysss

taglist : @melschapstick @bel2p0 @ldrloverrrrrr

[badaseyebags]

to all the boys that tried to love me ch 4⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

word count: 2,5k (wew)

warnings: tsurugi being icky (as always), bad writing

author’s note: wow can you believe i actually updated? i was gonna drop this series as a whole since i don’t think anyone’s reading but but oh well, impulsive thinking at its finest😞 feel free to roast me, hope you enjoy! 🍞

life’s been pretty strange lately, i’m out here making random friends, trying to be social and even being protected by them despite them not even knowing me? well let’s be real, even tsurugi’s friends are warning him not to hurt me, and telling me to be careful around him. they seem to like me more than him. i’m also getting one step closer to my crush by knowing her name. everything is going great, right? yeah that’s also what i thought. this was just moments before everything would crumble again.

i’ve spent my days with my besties and with tsurugi texting me non stop about how he’s fallen in love with me, and how he pictures our future together. from our wedding and our daily life together, to the name of our future children.. yikes, i’ve already turned him down at least 10 times this week, letting him know i’m not interested in finding a boyfriend. i thought he seemed a bit too chill with that at first, which was relieving. he suggested we become closer friends to which i could only agree to. i might of been pushed a little outside my comfort zone when he wouldn’t stop begging to call me with me before he goes to bed, i have anxiety every time i call someone but we’re friends now, right..? that’s what friends do.

i have no clue why ryujin is so excited about tsurugi not leaving me alone, but bummed out about me becoming friends with wooyoung. i know she’s into him but it’s not like i hang out with him or something, i have my own crush. we just text from time to time and i watch his streams when i get notified, i always try to mention her too. somehow it feels like he’s more of a friend than she is somedays.. maybe i’m being too sensitive, but she doesn’t seem fond of us getting along, i always thought it’s good when your friends and your love interest have a nice connection. i’d be happy if her and hwa got along well.

she was ready to take things a little bit further and make the next step to finally meet her crush, tell him she’s the girl who’s been sending him those hints, his secret admirer. reveal her identity then and there. she’s so bold for doing that, i’d probably pee my pants if i just approached hwa out of nowhere… maybe she’s so brave because it was me messaging him instead of her this whole time.. ah and my crush.. i don’t even have her social media.. i just know her name.. anyways i think my efforts to get them to talk will hopefully pay off soon. hmm.. maybe i am trying a bit hard to introduce them to each other. oh well, there’s another party today and she wants to go really bad to finally meet her crush face to face. well more like face to mask cuz i doubt he would magically appear without it, it’s like a permanent part of his face at this point. was he born with it?

tonight’s theme is school party, i really like the concept because i have an excuse to dress up all cute and not get judged for once, since everyone will be matching in some way. i curled my pink hair and put it in two little buns, wearing an outfit resembling a school uniform along with some white thigh high socks. i love how opposite me and my besties look, they’re always wearing dark colours and look so cool and i’m just there like their pastel coloured accessory. i wish i could wear this everyday without being looked at weird.. i add some finishing touches by putting little bows on either sides of my hair, spraying my besties and i down with my favorite glitter spray. “you look like a girl that calls her boyfriend senpai” ryujin’s older sister jokes as we finish getting ready in her house, her escorting is out. hopefully she doesn’t mean it in a cringy way.

the three of us walk hand in hand and before we can even reach the club we are met with tsurugi running up to me, pulling me into a hug and pulling the mask off my face. “don’t you dare cover your cute face or i will spank you!” he threw it aside and i put my head down. ew, what an ick. i cringe feeling a little insecure, thinking the thought of covid being a little while ago would save me, but i failed since i have lost my mask somewhere in the wind. i keep my head down for a little before he pulls me into yet another tight hug, my cheeks soon being pinched and my ears ringing from the excessive amounts of compliments he threw at me. he’s really not getting the hint, i don’t like him! how is he not seeing it? “friends” my butt.. i try being nice to him but in the end he never respects my boundaries and ends up making me uncomfortable with his never dying efforts. i beg my friends to distract him for a little to allow me to get some fresh air, i just need to take a little walk without him being all up in my face for a at least a minute. one minute of peace is all i need.

i let out a sigh of relief as i watch him disappear inside the the club along with my besties, closing my eyes, simply enjoying the soft breeze. its a little chilly but not too cold, just the right amount of air hitting my face as i walk, just the refreshment i needed. i continue walking an unknown path all by myself, making sure to not stray too far from my friends, this place can be full of creeps but today for some reason unknown, i’m not afraid. my feet stop me in some random alley nearby, and that’s when i finally decide to properly open my eyes, looking up instead of the floor. at some point i stop walking forward and turn my head to the left. maybe it was the muted chatter coming from that side luring me in, maybe it was the lights that reflected so nicely that drew my attention. my body became stuck as my eyes reached an unknown figure, just a guy resting on the side of the wall, thick black glasses framing his face, his outfit also resembling a uniform occupied by the phone in his hands. he seemed to play some kind of a game on it. as if he felt my eyes unknowingly scanning him, he looked up from his phone and the second our eyes met, everything went into slow motion. for a moment it felt like time had suddenly stopped, almost as if i could feel every second turn into a whole minute, holding my breath unknowingly. i can never hold eye contact, not even with my friends but.. is it supposed so feel this deep? i’ve never seen such sad eyes, but.. why do i feel so much comfort? i swear i’ve seen those eyes before i just can’t figure out where..he feels so safe and peaceful? i feel like.. i’m a little kid again.. feeling a certain way i haven’t felt since i lost my grandpa, he was my favourite person in the world.. what even is this feeling? am i drunk? oh wait, i didn’t even drink yet.. even the wind is moving in slow motion, wtf is happening.

before i get the chance to peel my eyes away, his phone falls to the ground with a thud as it slips from his hands. even though he’s across from me, i could hear the screen shatter and my eyes widen as i turn around and quickly run back to meet up with my friends, letting out a breath i held in the entire moment. i made him break his phone by being creepy oh my god, whoever he is i hope he doesn’t bump into me tonight. i would have to pay for his phone or something, I’ve got about 20 bucks and a strawberry flavoured lollipop. i doubt that’s enough-

great now i’m back being trapped inside a club with a dude who’s desperately trying to make me his girlfriend. speaking of girlfriend… i’ve noticed hwa, but… she went to the mens bathrooms? maybe it wouldn’t hurt to approach her, this is the perfect opportunity! it’s a sign. i think as i walk closer to the door. i should let her know she went to the wrong bathrooms accidentally and get to know her that way. girls bathrooms are such a easy place to start conversations for some reason. oh- she looked into the mirror in front of her, her eyes locking with mine for a split second. i swear i saw her smirk. what the hell is going on! i panic, running back to ningning, surprised when i don’t see ryujin next to her. “i just saw hwa…going into the men’s bathroom??? where the hell is ryujin?” ningning swayed her body to the beat of the music for a little before agreeing to go get some fresh air with me. “i think she went to say hi to wooyoung” she screamed over the loud music as we made our way outside. oh yeah i totally forgot he would be here, i should probably greet him too, i have to witness this iconic moment of them meeting.

i excitedly skip outside the club, arms linked with ningning, trying to find our bestie and the guy she doesn’t even know, but won’t stop drooling over. as soon as the outside air hits me, so does someone’s words. “is miffy here?” huh.. me..? i look around and find the owner of the voice and my smile drops a little. the same man i saw just moments ago, those thick frames resting on his face. he’s now talking to ryujin. “oh, she’s right here.” she exclaims as i blink, confused looking between the two of them. how does he know my name?? and why is he speaking to her, and why does he know of my existence.. where have i heard his voice.. did he possibly approach her to ask her to pay for his phone cuz he saw us together?i’m so screwed. my mind goes 30 thoughts per second as i try to understand the situation.

“hey miffy, and her friend that i don’t know the name of” he says and my mind connects the dots. i know this voice. i know this dude, no wonder his eyes were so familiar.. it’s wooyoung.. oh god. i can’t allow myself to look up anymore as i just nod, closing my mouth that opened in shock, waving my hand as the other one clutches to ningning. “that’s ningning, but we call her ningi” ryujin says and he repeats questionably. “should we exchange instagrams?” he suggests passing his now cracked phone to ryujin, her excitedly typing her username into the search and passing the phone to ningning soon after. he takes the phone out her hands, offering it to me jokingly. “oh yeah, i don’t need yours i already have it” he waves it in my face, seeming too happy for the fact i accidentally broke his phone earlier. seeing my profile already pulled up on his screen my heart drops a little, his phone is done for, and it’s my fault. “is..your phone okay?” my stupid mind blurts out as if i was blind, or stupid, which i am both actually.

he laughed tucking it away into his pocket. out of sight, out of mind. “it’s just a little scratch, don’t worry about it” he says assuringly and my head dips down in embarrassment again, what a great way to interact with friends! god i’m hopeless. i didn’t even recognise him without his mask, it’s my first time seeing his face but still.. ryujin keeps trying to make small talk but i feel his gaze on me and i tug on ningning’s arm. “we should probably get going, let’s give them some privacy, ningi”. she nods in agreement but he cuts me off. “actually i have to get going but, i’ll see you around?” he asks but it feels like he’s not speaking to all of us. ah right, i forgot i’m the only one who he actually interacted with before. i’m like his friend now, of course he’s relying on me, god i suck at communicating. i nod and just as he was about to leave ryujin grabs a hold of his arm, whining slightly. “noo, don’t go yet” he looks back at her almost panicked, trying to pull his arm back. “pleasee” she tugs on his arm not letting go. he wiggles out of her grip, running off with a wave. “sorry!!” he disappears into thin air, leaving her confused and clinging to us. ah… damn this.

she’s basically heart broken right now because he pretty much just rejected her on the spot. as soon as she approached him revealing her identity he told her he’s not looking for any relationship, and right after that asked her about me. and now she’s embarrassed for grabbing onto him like that. well.. i mean since were at a party might as well enjoy it. well not really, we were kind of avoiding tsurugi and his attempts to grope me, followed by him moving onto a totally random girl, giving her almost identical treatment except this one actually seems to enjoy it, i swear this man has no shame. i gotta go fix my eyesight, i suggest a walk to some nearby shop to get some snacks since we all got a bit hungry.

i approached one of the friends i’ve made earlier that night, asking her for directions since we have no clue where the nearest shop is or where the hell we actually are. “we can go with you, imma just get a few more buddies so you can wait for us outside” she says and i excitedly skip outside, happy to take a walk with more new friends despite being shy and not knowing how to. i hear laugher and chatter as i turn around, seeing her along with a bunch of people. some faces i haven’t seen yet, some i have, hwa being one of them. oh crap, there’s no way. she’s coming too, i’m so gonna piss myself. i cling onto my friends once again, trying to look calm even tho i was fangirling inside (and probably on the outside too).

our walk was fun, people joking around and talking about random things, singing and dancing around, showing off the alcohol in their blood stream. everyone, everyone except hwa. she was just smiling and watching everyone interact, kinda like i tend to do in bigger crowds. she remained quiet until someone asked her a question, and that’s when i heard her voice for the first time and realised something is a little bit off. not just a little.. she doesn’t sound like what i expected..but not that it’s an issue just.. hold up.. the voice.. the bathroom..

she’s a he? hwa is a guy??!!! what the-

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Good Omens 2 Episode 3: well that was depressing (and ominous)

An episode that smells of plot and foreshadowing. Just when Nina and Maggie were about to talk about their feelings, bam, cold water drenches them. Just when Elspeth and Morag are about to dig up the body that will get some money to improve their lives a little, bam, Morag dies. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what this is foreshadowing is for. Season 2 being act 2 aka The Empire Strikes Back and all.

Then there’s falling/being pulled down. The men from the graveyard watch fall in a hole that Crowley goes a little overboard with. Crowley gets pulled down by hell after he does a good deed. While the empty box Gabriel came with is always ominously there with its arrows pointing up, this episode also added some imagery about going down. Also ominous.

And lateness. Too late to save Morag, too late - Crowley starts dreading - to save Aziraphale, or at least the life they’ve cut out for themselves. Timing is a theme in the episode. The surgeon wasn’t able to save the boy with cancer because it was too “early” for the medicine discoveries that could save him. The surgeon also wouldn’t dig up the bodies himself because that would take too much time away from his work. Elspeth gets a really nice about of money, but it’s too late to share it with her friend.

The whole episode is fast and chaotic, people always moving around, the busy streets of London, needing to go fast to escape who’s chasing you. Even Aziraphale drives, and tries to keep under the speed limit but doesn’t get to. Crowley ends up spinning around the pavement as his demon informant keeps changing her position around him.

Both Aziraphale and Crowley are getting involved in something out of their comfort zone. Things going too fast, things being confusing and unsettling. Crowley high on laudanum getting very small and then very big represents how they’re not... the right size for what is happening.

And they also don’t quite help each other, as they both add to the other’s distress with the Bentley and the bookshop. Their relationship has gotten very good (the scene where they face Muriel as a couple is perfect) but it’s not perfect yet. The Bentley and the bookshop each only belong to one of them, they don’t have reached the point yet where they are 100% a “we”. For certain things, they are still a “you and me”, as shown by Crowley living in the car with his plants because that’s his own home.

Basically, the emotional resolution of their relationship is going to be when what belongs to one also fully belongs to the other, and they are 100% a “we”. And we’re constantly getting closer to that, but there’s still some road to go.

In fact, in the episode there is also a case of them closinng their distance a little in terms of worldview. Aziraphale gets into the whole Edinburgh situation with a lot of abstract, rigid ideas about good and evil, and learns something about the reality of poverty and how that distorts the opportunities for good.

Crowley already knows all of that - being a demon, he’s more familiar with the intricacies of humanity, with the gritty and the murky of the human experience, but also with the good that is found there. Angels - as we keep getting reminded in scenes where they are totally clueless about humanity - know much less.

But thanks to his experiences among humans and alongside Crowley, Aziraphale learns. In the present time, he almost knows enough about humanity to pass reasonably as one of them, albeit an eccentric one (but really, what’s more human than being a little weird?). None of the other angels can remotely do that.

It’s no coincidence than the first supernatural entity other than the two protagonists to feel like they want more from life is Beelzebub. Hell is closer to the gritty and murky of humanity.

Speaking of Beelzebub. Gabriel lampshading the presence of a fly inside the bookshop definitely feels relevant. I expect Beelzebub and Gabriel to have a mirroring narrative. Gabriel, thanks to his lack of memories, is expericing humanity and the little joys of it - the hot chocolate - while Beelzebub is feeling discontented with the bleakness of hell.

They’ve been framed before as sides of the same coin, having the same role but on the two opposite sides. Are they going to meet in the middle, somehow?

(As Gabriel says, the books don’t stay where he puts them, because of gravity. But flies go up. Books are Aziraphale, flies are Beelzebub. Foreshadowing much?)

We’ll see, we’ll see. (Well. I’m the only one on here who still needs to see, but hey.)

[capybaraonabicycle]

Would you please share excepts for the ask game?

1. that makes me smile

3. that encompasses my style

7. that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing

14. that was out of my comfort zone

25. that i consider a favourite

Feel free to skip one of them if you don't feel like answering! 🥰

Thank youuuu!

You said it was okay to use non-dw snippets, so I have put two of those now. But I added a dw snippet for good measure to those questions, hope that's okay 😅I also managed to include 3 actual WIPs, so yay :)

that makes me smile

Aww, the first fic that came to mind was Love is a four-letter word, which is a coming-out fic featuring the Penderwick sisters Skye and Jane.

Just - the whole series is such a feel-good story? It tastes like childhood comfort and the queer undertones are way too obvious to be screwed over in the last book. Anyway, headcanoning all the members of the family as queer is self-care and those girls are so soft and such siblings and the fic makes me smile without fail every time.

Skye sighed again, but this time it sounded less annoyed. "Listen Jane, I love you" she said and it sounded almost gentle. "But I don't think I am the right person to talk to about this. Romance and stuff. I don't really... do... that. Can't you ask Rosy? I am sure she would love to help you out." "Rosy does not share a room with me, though" Jane demurred. "Lucky her" Skye murmured. "Probably sleeping right now." "Skye!" Jane complained. "This is serious! People die from heartbreak all the time; I need to know what I am dealing with." "You won't die from heartbreak tonight; I can promise you that much" Skye scoffed. "Are you sure?" Jane asked. Her heart did feel a little clammy whenever she thought about Caroline and her textbook rim artworks. Or about what that weirdness might mean that always seemed to befall her when Caroline was nearby. "Dead sure" Skye answered solemnly. "You don't even know whether you're in love. I am sure it is scientifically impossible to die from heartbreak in that case." Jane breathed out loudly in relief. "Thank you."

(Jane is me and also Skye is me <3 (Skye has a math class the next day so enough sleep is vital bc you can't be tired for your favourite subject, now can you?))

But have a short dw snippet, too, because that might be more interesting for you. It's from the unfinished episode-fic that would come before The woman who kills the Doctor (- it's the lkh rewrite WIP):

“Left – sharp turn!” The car swerved around in one swift motion and Mels grabbed onto the seat backs in front of her to avoid being thrown about. “Now right!” “No, left!” “What?” Amy turned around the chart frantically at the correction while Rory started panicking. “Which one?” he shouted. “Left!” Mels repeated at the same time as Amy cried: “Right!...Hang on, no wait, she’s right: left!” “What?!” Rory was hitting the wheel in frustration while, this time in unison, the girls called: “Left!!” Only a little too late Rory yanked the wheel around, making them all lean involuntarily towards the right. Mels erupted in laughter. “If we continue like this, this is gonna spell ‘Dorito’ when we’re done” she claimed. “Shut up” Amy growled. “You’re doing great, Rory.” “Yeah, he is” Mels snorted. “Now listen here, little lady” Amy turned around, her eyes pulled to dangerous slits. “Amy!” Rory shrieked before she could continue. “Where do I go next?!”

Pond family drawing crop circles together <3 (No, Amy does not know Mels is their daughter yet, btw, that's part of why this makes me smile)

3. that encompasses my style

I don't knoooow. How do I know what my style is and what is representative?? Okay, I'll try, how about this from a WIP for my Division AU:

“Seriously?” Mels blinked. “You aren't even trusting me to get you a drink? I was kidding earlier when I said this would be a good exercise, but – I see that I was very wrong about your level of trust in me.” She tried to make it sound like a joke, but she couldn't deny, that stung. She would have expected herself to trust the Doctor more than vice versa, but a fucking drink? That shouldn't have been too much to ask. “Mels,” the Doctor was suddenly pressing the card into her hand, her gentle voice calling her away from her somber thoughts, “of course I trust you, love. I was making a joke.” “What?” Mels had trouble processing – and that was a little annoying because usually she was the one who got to make the Doctor malfunction with a well placed innuendo or affirmation of fondness. A smile was tugging at the Doctor's lips as she reached for Mels' other hand, closing it around the card. “You said I got to annoy you today,” she reminded Mels, “I'm just trying my best to live up to that role.” Mels let out a relieved laugh, grasping the card tightly and turning her upper hand so she could take the Doctor's and pull her in. “You are stellar in the annoying underling role, darling,” she promised, pressing a kiss to her lips. “It's like it was written for you.” The Doctor preened for a second, before the words properly registered. “Hey, now - “ she tried to protest, but Mels had already stepped away from her. “Find us a table, Doctor,” she grinned. “That's an order!”

I believe this encompasses my style, mostly for the way we move between jokes and heartfelt bits. I think I do that a lot - especially for this AU - putting in funny bits to even out the harsh reality and also putting heavy stuff into the lighthearted scenes to keep you on your toes.

Here, they've been joking around a little before, bickering (I cut that bc this is already too long a snippet - then again 'being too long' IS my style -), then Mels is hit by self-doubt, the Doctor turns serious to reassure her and they immediately go back to banter - and kissing.

The way dialogue is intercepted by introspection and a few descriptions of what is happening here is also representative of my style, I believe.

7. that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing

All my fics are results of daydreams, basically. But there are a few where I wrote down the dialogue as I dreamed about it and that didn't get changed much after. One of them is in Dance with Me (or: Selling the Cover for Gat) (part of the Division AU) and I know you have been meaning to read that anyway ;)

“Aww” Karvanista cooed mockingly. “You two are too cute.” The Doctor stepped back immediately, her hands leaving Mels’, and cleared her throat. “Just selling the cover for Gat” she said with a fake smile, smoothing down the sides of the fancy suit Tecteun hat gotten her for the occasion. “Right?” “Right” Mels agreed, but she couldn’t help a smile while she took a sip of her champagne. “Just that ‘selling the cover for Gat’ is not the mission, is it?” Gat’s snide voice sounded in her ear again and by now she sounded positively miffed. “That is only the very baseline of what you are supposed to be doing. You are supposed to be looking for the target. And you will find him neither in each other’s eyes like you have apparently been believing for the last 8 minutes, nor staring at cake decorations –“ The Doctor pulled an annoyed grimace and Mels bit her lips against a grin. “Nor eyeing up unsuspecting Malmooths” Gat continued. “Hey, she was definitely into it” Mels complained while the Doctor’s eyebrows raised to her hairline. “Literally not the point” Gat said. “Besides this is a married-only event, she was definitely here with someone.” “You spent your time without me flirting with other people” the Doctor inquired sternly, “and have the audacity to complain about me getting you a drink?! A fine wife you are.”

I spoke those lines (more or less) into my phone while taking a snowy winter walk <3 I should probably have paid more attention to the gorgeous nature than the Division team in my head, but no regrets :)

14. that was out of my comfort zone

Anytime I venture close to smut 😅 oh, also heavy angst. Which one do you prefer?

Let's go with the one leaning into smut. It's still mature level intimacy, I would say, but it was the first time I so much as brushed towards it, so, like, I didn't feel entirely comfortable writing it. I do think it is sweet, though (oh, this is from Somewhere in My Memory btw):

“Not here, Sweetie” [River] said with a wink. “I did not specifically order a bed to have you against a picture of my late husband.” “You ordered the bed?” the Doctor chuckled, slinging her hands around River’s neck. “Of course, you did.” “A lady has to be prepared” River said, kissing her again. “Come on then, jump up.” Without hesitation, the Doctor jumped, slinging her legs around River’s middle and letting her carry her towards the bed. “Oh, look at that, I’m taller than you again” she commented happily, leaning down to kiss River’s nose. “Now this feels right.” River rolled her eyes fondly. “Shut up, Doctor.” “Not a chance” the Doctor grinned. Then she yelped, as River squeezed her butt in retaliation. A devilish smirk played at River’s mouth as she lowered the Doctor onto the mattress. “We’ll see about that, Sweetie” she hummed, her hands cupping the Doctor’s breasts and immediately affirming her words in taking the Doctor’s breath away. “We’ll see about that.”

And like, that's literally it. The scene ends there. Still, that was daunting to write for me.

25. that i consider a favourite

Oh wow. I mean, choosing a favourite fic was already tough. A favourite SNIPPET? Impossible 😅 But, luckily, it is a favourite, so I'll just go with any snippet, I enjoy :)

Wanna read some lines in German about a ghost playing the piano? This is from Mary Shelley's Murder Mystery Invite Only Casual Travel/Journey For Friends Diary:

„Dann konzentrier dich weniger und lass dich mehr treiben“, schlug [Robert] vor. „Musiker denken nicht, sie fühlen.“ Mary wollte ihm nicht noch einmal erklären, dass sie einfach keine Musikerin war. So wandte sie sich resigniert wieder den Tasten zu. „Schließ die Augen“, riet Robert ihr. „Spür dem Gefühl des Liedes nach und lass dich fallen.“ Gehorsam schloss Mary die Augen, konzentrierte sich dafür aber umso stärker auf ihre Finger, mit denen sie die Tastatur streifte. Dann begann sie zu spielen. Sie merkte den Unterschied sofort. Hatte sie vorher nur einzelne Töne gespielt, hörte, nein spürte, sie jetzt die Musik, die ihre Finger wie von selbst in den Raum setzten. Sie lauschte der Melodie und merkte kaum, wie sie einfach die Kontrolle aufgab. Erst, als mit einem Mal die Musik verstummte, aber ihre Finger weiterspielten, erwachte sie unsanft. Sie riss die Augen auf und beobachtete entsetzt ihre Finger, die gerade wieder aus den Tasten auftauchten. Verdammt.

I do still prefer my German way of writing, I have to say. The fear of making mistakes is just less severe. With English, I am always convinced I have used at least one word incorrectly in every sentence without noticing.

But let's add another dw snippet from a WIP to this, shall we? I don't know whether I will ever finish this one, but I have started working on a very fluffy fugitive Doctor & River & Jenny piece called Family Outing (for now):

The Doctor made a move to hold her back but River intertwined their hands instead, pulling her in the other direction. “Stop fussing, Sweetie” she said strictly, smoothing down the Doctor’s lapels with her free hand. “And let her have some fun. Jenny is a clever girl, she’ll be okay. Besides, no one will suspect us coming here, so we’ll be in the clear.” Only now the Doctor took in her surroundings. They were on a spaceship, alright, a luxurious space cruiser to be exact. Aliens of all species and sizes were milling about, at least two thirds of them of the kind the Doctor did not want to see approach her daughter and at least half of them kinds the Division would engage. None of them were visibly carrying weapons at least and the Doctor knew Jenny had a knife hidden in her bigger-on-the-inside pocket and a blaster strapped to her thigh – in exactly the same spot where River was wearing hers. The evening menu of the adjacent restaurant was reading ‘pufferfish flambé’ and ‘Sontar wings with roasted Adipose’ and ‘We’re always ready to prepare your tag-alongs in your preferred manner’ and suddenly the Doctor understood where River had brought them. “No” she breathed, stopping dead in her tracks. “This isn’t…” “…the Harmony and Redemption” River completed for her, apparently very pleased with herself. “Told you, I was good.” “River” the Doctor pulled her even closer and dropped her voice to a whisper, her eyes flitting nervously between Jenny and the surrounding mass-murderers. “We really shouldn’t be here.” “Brilliant, eh?”

I just love River being cocky and the Doctor staring incredulously like "Do you want us getting killed?!"

I also very much love the way what I have written so far ends midsentence, and the sentence is:

Before the Doctor could decide whether shooting Flemming here and now would cause too much of a scene or could possibly be considered an overreaction

(Flemming dared to look at Jenny, so, no the Doctor's not overreacting at all <3)

[storiesofstratos]

Chapter 1: An Average Day in Stratos City

Our heroes in their natural habitat...

October 13th, 2042

Fall was definitely ramping up. The temperature had dropped, and I could practically smell the pumpkin pie already, despite the fact that Thanksgiving was still about a month away. Dry leaves crunched under my feet as I made the same, long and boring trek to school. At least this time of year, people were starting to put up Halloween decorations, so I had something else to look at instead of just the same boring yards. A yawn escaped me as I tried to keep myself from falling asleep standing up. School started way too damn early. I almost contemplated going back home until I spotted Nico. Her naturally curly brown hair tied back, a mark of grease left on her cheek, no doubt from one of her projects at home.

I felt the smirk creeping onto my face as I approached her, casually grabbing her shoulders and watching her jump out of her skin. Well, that was my entertainment for the day.

“You jackass!” She yelled out, turning on a heel to hit me with her bookbag as I laughed, damn near knocking my glasses off my face. “You scared the shit outta me, dude,” She tried to pout, but that didn’t last long as soon enough she was laughing right along with me.

“Have you seen Daniel today? Doesn’t he usually walk with you?”

“Normally, yeah. Guess he got an early start to the day, because he didn’t answer when I knocked on the door. Elise didn’t even answer, so I’m guessing they were both gone by the time I showed up at his house.”

“Weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him up that early. Wonder what could have caused him to do that?” I slipped my phone out of my jacket pocket and the screen flickered to life. No new messages from Daniel.

“Who knows?” She sighed, putting her hands behind her head. “All I know is he’d better have his part of our science project done. I will kick his ass if he doesn’t have his slides done.”

“Well, as long as he shows up, I’m sure he’ll have them done. He wouldn’t risk his perfect grades like that, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But I mean, I woke up at like, two in the morning last night and when I checked my phone, he was still online, playing that old video game.”

“He’s still playing that? I didn’t know someone could have so much fun with a thirty year old game. I could never dedicate so much time to a game that old.”

She erupted into laughter when I said that. “I guess he just appreciates the classics. I mean come on, the guy still plays those old retro games for crying out loud.”

“That’s because retro games are perfect, and will never go out of style.”

“Yeah,” She chuckled again, “Okay, whatever you say. Come on, let’s hurry up, we’re gonna be late to class at this rate!” Before I could respond, she was already taking off, making a mad dash for the school. Well, might as well follow her. Wouldn’t wanna get yelled at for being late, after all.

We managed to get into our first period class just in time. Taking the seat behind Nico, I almost immediately laid my head down on the desk, sighing. It was like this every day. Nothing ever changed, nothing interesting ever happened. Soon, the teacher started taking attendance, like he did every other day.

“Jackson Campbell?”

“Here,” I raised my hand lazily before putting it down and going back to my nap.

“Nicoletta Connors.”

“Here!” The girl I’d been walking with to school raised her hand excitedly, like she was trying hard to be seen over the other students.

More names were called, and I zoned out until I heard that familiar name.

“Daniel Rowe?”

A beat of silence.

“..Rowe.”

Another moment passed.

“Has anyone seen Mr. Rowe this morning?”

Another beat of silence passed, and the teacher was about to move on before the squeak of sneakers against the hallway floor as someone skidded to a stop. Everyone looked to see what the source of the noise was, including myself. Speak of the devil..

“Here!” Daniel yelled out as he stumbled into the classroom. “I’m here, I’m here. Sorry, I overslept, but I’m here!” He was panting heavily as he got to his seat. He definitely sprinted here. His disheveled clothes were clinging to his body, like he’d slept in them. His bright red hair was messy and unbrushed, and he had to use his hands to move it out of his emerald eyes.

I held out my hand, and he bumped his fist against it as he sat down. Never missed his chance.

“Gonna give up those late night gaming marathons?”

“Yeah, you wish.”

His laughter was contagious, but was cut early by the teacher clearing his throat.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Rowe.”

[t0kidal]

The Alef Part 4

____________________________________________________________

(Based on Kalego Gaiden a side story to the Mairimashita Iruma-kun series by Nishi Osamu.

Reader’s powers: Mute items, areas, and people, by sight and touch.)

____________________________________________________________

Opera wasn’t joking when he said he’d leave clean up to us. As demons it was natural to complain and whine about such menial work, but, maybe due to your life style or unhealthy coping mechanisms, you didn’t whine as much; rather, you were mostly concerned about how long it’d take.

And how Opera didn’t seem too keen on helping.

By now the sun was starting to set, and despite the safe zones surrounding your house, it didn’t always stop more arrogant (and therefore stronger) monsters that trespassed near your home, though they usually left by morning.

“Opera-senpai, I really need to get going now...”

“Hmm? Oh, alright, we’re almost done here so these two will stay behind with me.” Which is what he says, but there’s still a lot of trash to throw out.

“SAYS WHO?!”

“Good luck, Kalego-kun.” 

“Hey. Wait. DON’T LEAVE US HERE WITH HI-”

The door shuts, cutting him off. ‘Sorryyyy’ 

You could only pray he forgives you later.

~~~

Shit, it’s really late... almost home almost home almost ho-

Just as you were about to deviate from the main road, a strong push from behind sends you skidding across the ground.

“That’s them big bro, that’s the creep that hangs around those freaks at school!”

You weren’t really expecting this… you highly doubted they were actually related, rather.. they probably knew each other at least.

You had to get up quickly quickly quickly but blow after blow after blow stopped you from recovering. Across the face, into your chin, right in your stomach, stun punch stun punch.

What the hell was it with the strong that liked to pick on the weak, what the hell was it with the arrogant assholes who expected you to keep your head down all the time, AND WHAT THE HELL WAS IT WITH YOUR FAMILY FOR LEAVING YOU TO DEAL WITH THIS ALONE!? 

And before you knew it, before you could stop it

You entered your evil phase.

They pause when you suddenly go still… they take a step back when a feral growl passes through your teeth… and they scream when blank eyes meet theirs holding the promise of agony as you lunge.

~~~

Just as they were leaving, they saw two demons sprinting up to them seemingly screaming at the top of their lungs but no sound came out.

“Is this a trick?” Asked Kalego, and Balam might’ve agreed with him if it weren’t for the blur running after them, mutely snarling and absolutely feral.

Opera leans forward to try and identify it.

“Is… is that Y/n??”

Indeed it was, almost parallel to the ground as you shot forward to catch up to your prey, like a taut arrow finally being released.

The demons looked faint as they banged on the school doors, covered in bleeding wounds from bites to claw marks.

When it seemed like they wouldn’t open they hid behind the trio.

“I’ve never seen Y/n-Chan so… pissed.”

“Hmph, no doubt thanks to these idiots.”

Opera steps forward, and you slow in response, observing, going side to side as if circling for an opening.

“You’ve entered your evil phase haven’t you?”

A snarl is his only response. But you’re not entirely hostile to him, just agitated and eager to finish off the hunt.

“Hmm” he observes the bruises marring you and shoots a glare at the cowardly demons before he continues.

“You’ll get in a lot of trouble if you kill them.”

He starts to approach and while you’re in this feral state, you’re still you. You sit, as he gets into arms reach.

He reaches out…

He pats your head.

“Come now, we’ve finished our business so let’s walk back together.”

You huff petulantly, but concede, this was your senpai, your superior who looked out for and respected you.

“It looks like this team has a feral dog now.”

~~~

Kalego had his serious thinking face on as all of you went off road.

This was where you lived? The hell? He figured you were kind of weird but wasn’t expecting this level of strange.

What was even more perplexing at the lack of sound… from anywhere. Did you do this? Is that why your magic at school was weaker?

Is that a house? Out here in the middle of-

His thoughts are cut off as you suddenly run off before coming back with a hell hen in your jaws…

‘What the hell…’

And then you offer it to Opera!?

‘Alright, time to go, you’re home, you’re already inside-’

“Wha-”

He’s dragged inside by Opera and Balam.

“Ahem,”

You try to clear your throat but it doesn’t lose its throaty growl.

“Stay, too dark, safe here.”

And without another word you just curl into yourself and watch… your eyes seemed near predatory during your evil phase.

‘Ookay...’

When he turns to go for the door you laid right in front of it like a mutt that doesn’t want them to go anywhere.

sighs 

“What the hell, Y/n.”

Opera looks at the chicken and at the kitchen connected to the living space they were in. “I guess I’ll take care of dinner...”

You huff affirmingly. 

Balam, seemed genuinely unsure of what to do, what was even going on anymore, was this technically kidnapping? did you kidnap them?

He better call his parents to make sure they don’t freak out, and it looked like Kalego had similar ideas.

~~~ 

“They’re probably confused about why you brought us here, Evil Phase Y/n.”

A growl.

“They’re probably gonna snoop around, maybe disturb your parents.”

Silence.

“... Where are your parents, Y/n?”

...

“Gone... left...” (Me...)

...

In the background, Kalego and Balam waited quietly... mulling over this new information.

~~~

After you all dug into the dinner Opera made, you opted to show them the property in case another event like tonight happened again.

This made Balam pretty happy because once some creatures caught on to the idea that your home was a safe zone, they set up their dens and burrows under your porch and in nearby trees. 

“Y/n.”

“Kalego.”

“You’re so damn strange.”

Chuffs.

“will... apologize... later.”

~~~

(Notes v)

~~~

(Hello! Today’s chapter is a little short because there’s a lot here that I want to say as an after note. I just wanted to say that reader’s character is meant to grow alongside Kalego’s, Opera’s, and Balam’s. If it looks a little underbaked right now, it is, it’s a work in progress but the gist is: 

As a result of being left behind you developed this kind of insecurity of being seen as week, of getting into risky situations alone, of feeling maybe a little bored and lonely.

Then along came the trio, and life was fun, but despite your own self control over how you feel, your wicked side is more based on instinct and desires. Beastly ferocity and a need for closeness with people you care for.

You may grow beyond it you may not.

Some days you might be stronger than that past abandonment and remember all that you have (a future, and friends), some days you might react as that little child that was left behind, upset and destructive to other demons and the environment around you.

Coupled with this familial trait of being absolutely feral during your wicked/evil phase, spells out a lot trouble.

Also, while I considered adding more parts, 

1) Harvest Festival so we could do that with Balam and Kalego and watch Balam win.

2) Music Festival so that we could do that with them and see Kalego’s first interpretation of Lilith’s red carpet.

3) So that MAYBE we could have a fun high school romance in Babyls

I also feel a little inadequate to write proper build up for them. I’m not quite sure if this means the fic ends here, but while I’m thinking of how to write for this one, I’ll be working on Return from Origins.

Thank you for your support thus far, and I hope you all have a good one!)

[mercurialrain]

Day 6: Couple’s Costume

Marinette stared despondently at her costume, smoothing down the skirt of her meticulously sewn Rapunzel dress so that it laid prettily around her as she sat on the floor. She’d been intending to take part in the Halloween costume contest, but she’d arrived too late to take part and the only other contest that was going on was the couple’s costume contest. She idly stroked the head of the stuffed Pascal she brought with her as she sulked, staring off in the middle distance at nothing. 

She zoned back in when she heard shouting, and watched an angry looking blond man stalking down the hall, hands in fists as he was followed by a small crowd of cooing girls. Coincidentally, he happened to be dressed as Flynn Rider, something that had her eyes narrowing as she wondered how much Tikki had interfered to get this to happen. No matter, she wasn’t about to let a perfectly good happenstance get away. 

Pasting on a bright smile, she ran up to him, linking her arm in his. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! The couple’s costume contest is about to begin, you know.”

He stared down at her for a moment, his expression shifting from outright fury to understanding. “Ah, yes. My apologies, I lost track of the time.”

“It’s ok! Oh, who are your new friends?” Her expression was the picture of innocence, even as the other girls balked. 

He glared at them, pulling Marinette in closer to make a show of things. “They’re not friends, they’re fans. Of my cousin, who I’ve told you repeatedly isn’t here with me.”

Faced with the harsh rebuke of his words and the seemingly glaring fact that he was taken, the girls quietly dispersed, leaving the two of them behind. As soon as they were gone, he sighed in relief, immediately taking his arm off her shoulders as she let go of his arm. 

“I don’t know how to thank you,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “I told them to go away probably hundreds of times, but they just wouldn’t listen.”

“No problem! And I do have a way you can thank me, if you’re up for it.” She clasped her hands behind her back and bounced on her toes, trying very hard to contain her excited energy as the stranger raised an eyebrow at her. 

“I’m not putting you in contact with my cousin.”

“What? I don’t want to contact your cousin, that’s weird. I was gonna say that I want to enter the couple’s costume contest but I don’t have anyone to do it with and since we’re already matching, we should enter.” Who was his cousin if it was that big of a deal?

He looked surprised. “You don’t know who I am? Who he is?”

“Uh, I mean, you kinda look like that one magazine model, but I’ve always been the type to focus on the clothes and not the people, you know?”

He smiled at that and damn, that smile was hot. “My name is Felix.” He stuck out his hand and Marinette shook it. 

“I’m Marinette. Now let's crush that costume contest!” She grabbed his hand and ran towards the sign up table, missing the fond smile he sent her way. 

- - - - - -

They’d made it to the finals of the costume contest, Marinette’s eye for detail in her clothes and the sheer quality of Felix’s allowing them to breeze through easily. 

“And now, for the finale, we want each couple to give us a dramatic kiss in character!” 

Marinette froze, slowly turning her head to look at Felix, who looked similarly stunned. 

“Um, if you want us to drop out, that’s fine,” she murmured to Felix under the sound of the excited audience. 

He had a strangely determined look on his face when he looked back at her and shook his head decisively. “If you’re ok with it, I am too.”

Was she ok with it? He was a stranger; someone she’d never met before today. True, she would only be kissing him because of the costume contest, and she wanted to win, but was that reason enough? What if he thought the kiss was bad? What if-

She nodded before she could overthink anymore, cementing it. 

It took a bit for the announcers to get to them, as they were the last of five pairs. Once they announced their names, Marinette stared at Felix, her mind suddenly blank. 

Felix didn’t seem to have the same problem. 

He adopted a swagger befitting his character and swept her off her feet, dipping her close to the ground. She gripped his shoulders tightly, willing herself not to fall. He nudged her nose with his, silently asking if she was ok. In response, she tilted her head up and kissed him. The kiss wasn’t long (thankfully for all the blood rushing to Marinette’s head as she stayed in the dip) but something about it felt different to Marinette than her previous kisses. 

They didn’t win the contest, but that didn’t matter to Marinette. She couldn’t hear them anyway, too caught up in her whirling thoughts to be too disappointed. The couple that won was dressed as Tohru and Kyo from Fruits Basket and their obvious chemistry had won everyone over. They were an actual couple, after all, it made sense that they had more chemistry than Marinette and Felix. 

They left the stage and reached the end of the hallway, both lingering at the exit doors. 

“Um, if I wanted to uh, talk to you, how would I go about that?” She asked, staring determinedly at the floor. 

Felix gently tilted her head up until their eyes met, immediately making her blush. She barely registered the feeling of a small piece of paper being placed in her hand, too caught up in the moment. “Please feel free to call me. Or text me. Or just let down your hair and I’ll find you.” 

She giggled and nodded, clasping the piece of paper tightly in her hand. 

They parted then after another brief kiss, no longer strangers, but something more. 

[obito76]

Chapter 33 : Motel Room

You can read my full work here on AO3

---

“Yes, Go on.” the woman on the other side of the screen told her when they first started chatting.

“How are so sure i won't rat you out to Starfire?” Bumblebee asked.

“People who know me don't make a mistake like that,” she said. “I have a reputation. I’d like to keep it, and you are as guilty as me.”

Fair enough, Bumblebee thought. Her boyfriend didn’t really need to know what happened in her sex life either, especially since she was cheating on him with someone he told her to stay away from.

“Why him anyway,” Raven told her. “I’m curious to know.”

That made Bumblebee smile. “Choices isn’t everything, girl. What’s important is that you have a good time, wouldn’t you say?”

“Probably.”

“There's this cafe, want to meet and talk.” Bumblebee grinned and got comfortable on her bed, shifting out of her sweats.

“Sure,” came the reply, so quickly Bumblebee was sure Raven would be fun to have chat with.

---

Raven pulled the beanie lower down her forehead as she watched the people who go in and out of the cafe. She had dressed casually, of course in her comfort zone, just in case someone she knew walked in, she could try to avoid them. It wasn’t weird to sit in a cafe, of course. But once Bee showed up, and talk whatever she wanted then she was free.

She was also slightly nervous. As much as she was a confident young woman who eats men for breakfast, the truth was she was little worried about Bumblebee telling everything to Starfire.

Starfire was a sweetheart and most important of all she was her best friend. Of could she wouldn't be happy after learning what her best friend had been doing behind her back.

Raven faught the urge to rub at her lips, the black lipstick would let bee know who she was considering she was in casual clothes. The Tea in front of her was still warm, but Raven’s throat felt so closed off, she’d probably choke on it if she took a sip.

The bell above the door rang and Raven’s eyes shot towards it.

“You are late, Karen,” Raven sneered. “But I don’t recall telling you to dress up.”

Karen, annoyingly, smiles. “C'mon, Raven. I had to, it's a date.”

Raven froze, and the relaxed look on her face disappeared just as quickly as it got there.

“What?” Raven cleared her throat and glared. “You must be out of your mind.”

Karen took her phone out of her pocket, and swiped her fingers on it while Raven sat there and then she saw it, it was her nude pictures.

Raven was known for her quick wit and even quicker cruelty, but now she couldn’t seem to think of anything.

“I took this photos for my boyfriend.” Karen started, “But i sent this to Dick too.”

“Then why are you showing me?” Raven was surprised how it came out of her own mouth. She hadn’t intended to speak like that at all.

“Why else, i wanted to show you how i look from inside.” Karen smirked, and Raven really didn’t expect her to be this good looking, and damn her pictures were hot, especially the one where she had her legs fully spread.

And then it clicked her, “You're not trying to get into my pants, do you?”

“We’re not kids anymore, Raven,” Karen said, and stretched out her hand towards her. “You've got a banging body, and i would love to have a piece of that ass.”

After a moment’s thought, Raven scoffed, “So, you just came here to tell me you wanna fuck me?”

“Yeah,” Karen interrupted, Raven sighed.

“What?, Are you embarrassed?” Bumblebee asks. “Of doing with a women?”

“No,” Raven said, a little too quickly much for her taste.

“So you've done it before then..” Bee smirked.

“That's none of your business,” Raven emphasized. “Besides, why would I open my legs for you?”

Weirdly, Bumblebee was smiling again. “Cause I'm good at making people cum.”

Oh god, she was hot.

“Raven,” Bumblebee saied, voice lowered as she leaned over the table. She really had the most beautiful skin. “There is a motel nearby wanna check out? they say it has a good service.”

Raven’s shaking her combat boots, and smirked. “Good service huh?”

---

Undressing in the middle of motel room was wierd, naturally. She was feeling cold and hot at the same time, even though the temperature was normal.

Bumblebee was standing in front of her, stripped to her underwear as well, but at least she managed to look confident. Raven could appreciate the Calvin Klein logo on the elastic band for two seconds before she remembered where she was, who she was with, and what they were about to do.

“I always wondered how you look like behind your cloak.” Bumblebee said, taking a step closer and gently caressing Raven’s cheek. “Those tits and that ass, no wonder Dick is drooling over you.”

Raven smirked and nodded, trying not to think about what she was doing with her best friend's boyfriend. “His cock is what made me open my legs, that's all.”

“Same goes for me too.” Bumblebee pushed a strand of Raven’s hair back and Raven shivers as the fingers touch behind her ear and subconsciously grabbed bee's breast.

“Fuck,” Raven bit her lip and gave a tight squeeze to Karen's perfectly round tits. She had made it this far, it’d be a total mood killer if she backed out now. “I really want to just rip your panties and have a taste of that pussy, you know.”

Bumblebee closed her eyes and moaned, as she placed her hand on Raven's on her tits and encouraged to play with them more. “I know honey, i really want that too”

Raven licked her lips and had a weird moment where she somehow hoped her lipstick is still intact. “Do you squirt?”

Bumblebee smirked like she was expecting that question, and Raven felt her nipples react to that.

“A lot,” She paused for a second, before asking “Do you?”

“I thought you never ask.”

“Fuck,” Bumblebee said and leaned closer, hovering close enough so Raven could breathe in her perfume.

Raven snorted and looked up into Bumblebee’s dark eyes. Then it takes no thought at all for them to both lean in and their mouths to meet.

Bumblebee kissed like time didn’t exist. Her hand wrapped around the back of Raven’s neck, her thumb pressing under her jaw and Raven moaned into the kiss. She gasped when Bumblebee moved to kiss behind her ear, then whispers, “Can I touch you?”

Raven nodded quickly and finally reached out to touch Bumblebee's ass. Her hands groped her ass cheeks tightly, and karen moaned making her clench up as she felt herself growing warmer, wetter.

Bumblebee’s hand slipped into Raven’s pants, at first just cupping her, but then she felt her fingers explore a little, and how easily they glided over her skin.

“Raven,” Bumblebee moaned into her ear. “You’re so wet, it's turning me on.”

Raven shivered and grabbed Bumblebee’s shoulder to take her covered nipple in her mouth. She was lazily sucking her breast when she suddenly felt a finger rub her clit.

“Fuck,” Bumblebee moaned loudly. “Nibble on them...”

Raven did what she asked, aware that red splotches were forming on her neck and chest as well. “They are perfect.”

“Fuck Raven,” Bumblebee kissed her quickly. “You’re too.”

Raven moaned out into the kiss before saying, “Stop teasing then, give me your pussy...”

“So eager” Bumblebee said and circled her clit when Raven nodded.

“Please...”

Bumblebee kissed her, swallowing the whine when her hand left her pants.

“Lie down on the bed,” Karen instructed and joined her when Raven laid back.

Her hands dragged her ruined pants down and Raven ignored the urge to close the distance between them. Bumblebee took off her bra and pants as well, and Raven couldn’t help but stare Bumblebee’s fucking gorgeous tits, but those erect choclate colored nipples had Raven salivating.

“Fuck they are gorgeous,” Raven moaned and reached up to cup both of then, Fuck they were just perfect, the thought quickly forgotten when she saw the satisfied smile on Bumblebee’s face.

“Thank you,” she said. She then moved Raven’s legs open and slipped one of her own underneath one of Raven’s. “Not just my tits, you can have all of me.”

Raven moaned, and Bumblebee shuffled closer until Raven startled when she was suddenly touched again. Only this time, it wasn't Bumblebee’s hand teasing at her lips it was her pussy. Raven's eyes rolled back when she watched Bumblebee grind against her, and bucked when her clit felt stimulated. She tried to move back, but Bumblebee grabbed her thigh so she couldn’t move.

Bumblebee sat up more so she could look at Raven’s face. “Fuck, it feels so good!”

Raven fell back onto the mattress and nodded, clenching the sheets between her fists. The pressure returned, and Raven dared to look down the length of her body to see Bumblebee starting to grind into her, Her own pussy moving against her pussy in an easy, wet slide.

“Lift your leg,” Bumblebee instructed, and when Raven stretched it up, Bumblebee grabbed it for leverage. Soon Bumblebee’s movements were harder, more pointed like she had almost found what she was looking for and─

Raven screamed. She didn't want move away, and was wondering why she never tried this, but Bumblebee kept grinding, stimulating that sensitive nub and gliding her own against it as she moaned.

“─bee”, Raven whined, losing the first syllable in her throat.

Bumblebee responded by rubbing one of Raven’s nipples, watching it perk up and scratching a blunt nail against it.

“Are you close, Raven?”

A satisfied grin appeared on Raven’s face, biting her bottom lip, she scratched at Bumblebee’s thigh. “Harder.”

Bumblebee leaned over so she could look at Raven’s ruined face. “Harder, what?”

Raven moaned, “Please. Fuck me Harder.”

Bumblebee leaned down to kiss Raven’s open mouth. “Fuck.”

Raven shivered, and she felt her feet cramp up, but Bumblebee bit her leg and continued rubbing against her, moving faster and harder now, making sure to point her grinds so their clits rub together.

Raven’s moaned loudly, grabbing anything she could think of when suddenly it was like time stopped. Her body felt intense pleasure, she could feel pressure building and then, all at once, she came and it all released. She opened her mouth and screamed Bee's name, she arched off the bed and let her head fall backward, choking on her own breath before she felt Bumblebee quivered as her own orgasm crashed down on her.

When she opened her eyes next, she needed another minute to process what just happened. She was breathing heavily, and when she turned her head Karen was lying next to her, playing with one of her nipples, staring at her with a smile on her face, still panting.

“That was good?”

Raven didn’t know what to say, so she resorted to turn and kiss bee's neck before replying, “Yeah.”

“That seemed intense,” Bumblebee said with a grin and Raven smirked. Bumblebee pecked her lips easily, then came back to kiss her longer, sucking her tongue like it belonged there.

When Raven was feeling a bit more alive, lips red and swollen from kissing, she sat up against the headboard and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” Bumblebee asked, as she pecked Raven's breast just above her nipple before leaning on her shoulder.

Raven shifted her screen so Bumblebee could watch along as she opened her messages, opening Dick’s contact at the top. She had told him about her meet-up today, of course, and had promised she’d meet him later.

His last messages was asking where she was, ignored since Raven and Bumblebee came to the motel. Raven laughed.

'Come home i want to fuck you, Star just went out for shopping.'

The last one had come in five minutes ago, Raven turned her head and captured Bumblebee's lips in a heated kiss. she pulled bee's bottom lip with her teeth before replying,

'Sorry Dick, I'm little busy.'

Bumblebee waited Raven to hit send until Raven nodded and bit her lip and she felt her friend pinching her both nipples. “Fuck, keep doing that..”

Bumblebee pushed her back into the pillows and crawled on top of her. “I certainly will. But you have a lot of explaining to do next time you see Dick.” Bumblebee grinned and kisses Raven’s swollen lips. “You're up for another round.”

Raven grinned back. “Fuck, yeah.”

I was planning this chapter since in introduced Bumblebee in this Fic.

Raven and Bumblebee was really hot in this one 🔥🥵

I really like the way they both handled eachother, it was fucking good. 🍑

Feel free to ask me anything, prompts are open !!

Until then..

[shawnmendesbuddy]

Senorita

Shawn and Y/N had been secretly dating for six months. They had known each other for five years now but had stayed friends. They first met when they were both opening acts for Austin Mahone. Y/N and Shawn instantly clicked, but despite the rumors, they were nothing more than friends. 

Except for on those late nights that seemed to happen every couple of times they got together. When they both got too tired to think properly. And cuddling turned into kissing passionately on the couch while a movie played in the background. Both tooscared to admit what had happened the night before in fear of ruining something. 

It started after they were 18 and Y/N had gotten her own apartment. Before that they liked to claim they were strictly friends, but everyone could see the chemistry they had. Even James Corden who had asked about it when they were promoting their new song, I Know What You Did Last Summer.

They should’ve realized it as their bodies were pressed together on the couch. She should’ve known when he placed his arm behind her head. He should’ve known when she leaned into him, feeling a little nervous with the crowd being so big. They should’ve known it when the fans were surprised they weren’t together. But the fans knew there was something there before they did. 

“The fans want to know if you two are together. So, care to give us an answer,” James had said. 

“No, no. That would be weird, he’s like a brother to me,” Y/N had instantly denied, not noticing the hurt that flashed on Shawn’s face. Little did he know that she was only denying it so she wouldn’t have to hear him do it. 

“Really?! There is no way you two haven’t made out.”

“We haven’t actually,” Shawn said turning his body towards her now. 

“Why?!”

“Every time I go in for the move, she swerves me. And did you not just hear her say I was like her brother?” 

“Oh, so you have made a move, but she friend zones you,” James stated raising his eyebrows at them. 

“Oh yea! I’ve totally made a move, but I don’t think it’s going happen,” he tried to play it off, but the fans could tell he was hurt by it. 

“Hey! He’s the one who friend zones! He calls me kid!”

“Ok let’s get to the bottom of this.”

They both let out a groan. “No, we’re kidding James! We’re not together!” They both tried to argue. 

“You’re both being very defensive. So let me get this straight: Shawn is saying that when he leans in, you say no. But you’re saying—”

“He’s never leaned in,” she laughed. 

“Well, it sounds to me like you both are in love but are too shy to say it.”

“You also think we’ve both made out, but we haven’t.”

“There is no way you two haven’t made out!”

“James! Stop it! We haven’t!” Both of their faces were bright red now. 

“I just love watching your faces. But anyways, I don’t care what you say, you two definitely have something going on. Stay tuned for the amazing performance that will be coming up by these two.”

Y/N and Shawn stood from the couch giving James a hug and rolling their eyes at him as they both walked off the stage. 

*****

That night as they lay in Shawn’s hotel room, they could feel the tension. There was something unsaid between the two of them—an elephant in the room if you will. And as they watched the movie play out before them, they couldn’t help but look over at the other.

And then suddenly they were locking lips for the first time, and it felt like a breath of fresh air for the both of them. Maybe, just maybe they could be something more after this night. But in the morning, Y/N wasn’t in the bed and Shawn had assumed she didn’t want to talk. So, he got up and dressed himself for the day. 

And when Y/N came out of the bathroom, she was disappointed when Shawn acted like nothing had happened. 

This pattern continued for a few months until Y/N got a boyfriend. Just when Shawn had written a song to confess his love for her. He was going to fly out and sing it to her and everything. He was a very handsome and boyfriend too. Who could travel with her because of his flexible job. And unlike Shawn, she was able to see him for most days of the year. 

So, Shawn and Y/N became distant. They still talked and would wave when they saw each other, but they weren’t as close as they once had been. And Shawn never told her about the song he wrote for her. Or that most of his songs were written about her. 

Until one day when Shawn couldn’t hold it back anymore. He went to one of Y/N’s shows in Canada. Her boyfriend hadn’t been able to attend this particular one which gave Shawn the perfect opportunity to tell her. He had decided that he either was going to watch her be in love with someone else or try to win her over. 

She had run off the stage and pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek and thanking him for being there. And when they got back to the hotel, Shawn had invited her to his room. She had to admit it felt a little wrong being alone with him after everything, but she knew that he wouldn’t try anything. He didn’t think of her as anything more than a make out buddy. 

“How are you, Shawn? It’s been a hot minute.” 

“I’m doing ok. How are you and Matthew?” The name hurt to say. 

“We’re great,” she cleared her throat. “I saw you went to the Met Gala with Hailey Baldwin. She looked gorgeous. Are you two dating?”

He swallowed his spit. “We had a fling. It didn’t work out. We both were caught up on other people.”

“Hmm. She still loves Justin huh?” 

Shawn nodded. It was now or never. “Yea. And I still love you.”

Y/N audibly gasped, her heart rapidly pounding in her chest. It was the words she had been longing to hear for as long as she knew him. But they came at the wrong time. Her and Matthew had been dating for one year now and while she did love Shawn, she wanted to see where things would go with her and Matthew. 

“I…woah. Umm, I had no idea you felt this way about me.”

Shawn closed his eyes before looking back up at her only to see her eyes filled with pity. “Remember the James Corden Show?” He chuckled a little to relieve the tension. “When he said that we were in love, I couldn’t help but believe him. Because I loved you even back then and some stupid part of me hoped you loved me.”

“Shawn…I—”

“You know every song I’ve written has been about you. And I know that some part of you must feel the same way about me. I tried to deny it all these years, but you wouldn’t have kissed me the way you did that night if you didn’t have some sort of feelings for me.”

“Please…Matthew is so perfect for me. I can’t—” 

“Do you love him?! Did you ever love me?!” 

“Yes! Yes, I loved you! Yes, I hoped we would be something more, but I have Matthew and I really love him,” she sobbed. “So please, don’t ruin this friendship over some feelings.” A tear fell down her beautiful cheek and he wanted to wipe it away. But he refrained. He felt a stab of pain in his heart. 

“They aren’t just feelings to me Y/N! I’m in love with you! Gosh I’m so in love with you! I…I wrote a song for us. To sing. If you felt the same way about me. And I’m not trying to be a homewrecker, but I think deep down you feel the same,” Shawn threw some sheet music on the floor. “Call me if you change your mind. But until then, I really don’t think I can bear talking to you and not having you feel the same. It’s not fair to either of us.” And he left the room just like that. 

The next few weeks were rough for Y/N. She had an internal battle going on. She did love Matthew, she really did. But did she love him more than she loved Shawn? He was older than her. Almost by 12 years. Her being 20 and him being 32. 

“Y/N are you ok? You’ve been acting so differently lately.”

“I—Matthew. I don’t know. I’m so sorry. When Shawn came to my show a few weeks ago he planted this idea in my head that me and him are in love and I can’ stop thinking about it. Even though I know I love you.”

Matthew sighed. “I am a relationship guru,” he chuckled. “It is my job. And I…I was naïve to think that you were over him. I saw the way the two of you looked at each other. But I selfishly thought I could win you over. But even I can’t beat love.”

“Matthew I—”

“Don’t feel sorry for me. Please. Just, but happy with him,” He reached into her bed side drawer and pulled out the sheet music. “The song will be beautiful with your voice in it. Goodbye,” and he planted a chaste kiss on her lips, leaving her there wondering what to do. 

*****

The next day, Y/N had picked up her phone and dialed Shawn. Who answered on the first ring. “Hello,” he whispered breathlessly into the speaker. 

“I wish I could pretend I didn’t need you, but I can’t. Me and Matt broke up.”

“What does that mean,” he questioned tentatively, still not getting his hopes up. 

“It means that I love you. I have for a while and I’m ready to sing the duet.”

So, Y/N and Shawn spent weeks recording the song and perfecting it. Weeks where they stole glances at each other, but never did anything about it. They had talked the first day in the studio about what their relationship would look like from there on out. Y/N wanted time to make sure she was fully over Matt before diving in with Shawn. He was prepared to wait as long asit took for her. 

Finally, one day after filming a steamy scene for their music video, Y/N had pulled Shawn aside. “I know it’s taken me a while, but I’m finally ready.” Shawn couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he pulled her in for a short kiss and released his arms from around her waist. 

“Is it alright if I take you on a date first. I want to do this properly. I know everything is kind of backwards, but I would love to show you how I’ll be like as a boyfriend.” 

She nudged her nose against his as butterflies pooled in her stomach. “Give me a time and a date and I’ll be waiting for you.”

Shawn had never felt more nervous in his life than when he was on his way to Y/N’s hotel to pick her up for their date. Not when he had first gotten on that stage and there were millions of people looking back at him. Not even when he had told Y/N he loved her.

There date was in a private place, away from the paparazzi. Shawn had taken her on a hike into the mountains where they had a picnic and sunbathed in the warm June air. 

And the night was spent stargazing after Shawn had set up a tent for the two to spend the night in. One night turned into a week and the two had to finally head back down the mountain for their release party of Senorita. Otherwise, they would’ve stayed there forever, basking in the others love and warmth. 

Almost two weeks after that, Shawn had asked Y/N to be his girlfriend.

*****

Now six months later, they stood backstage, waiting to perform their new duet. The fans had their suspicions that Y/N and Shawn had been dating, but the two had been very careful and made sure to keep it on the down low. Y/N had joined Shawn on tour but would hide backstage to keep the rumors to a minimum. Tonight, they were planning on telling the world about their love for each other. 

“Just breathe babe. The fans already ship us. And no matter what happens out there, you should know that I love you and that’s not going to change. And if you really don’t want to go through with it, rub your nose against mine and I’ll know.”

Y/N nodded her head, softly kissing his lips before she walked out onto the stage, Shawn following close behind with his guitar in tow. 

They sang the song beautifully and Y/N couldn’t help the butterflies that appeared in her stomach as the song got closer and closer to the end. And when Shawn leaned in, she didn’t hesitate to let him place his libs on hers and pull her into a loving kiss as the audience went wild. 

*****

“We’re back on the James Corden Show with Shawn Mendes and Y/N L/N. But unlike a few years ago, they are together now. I would just like to say that I told you so,” he laughed as Y/N and Shawn cuddled up on the couch. 

“You know James, that night we really weren’t lying when we said we hadn’t made out. But actually, funny story. Later that night we decided to test it out and that was our first kiss.”

“You’re joking?!” 

“No, Shawn’s telling the truth. But we didn’t get together until July of this year. We were more than friends in December, but we were taking it slow. I had just gotten out of my relationship with Matt, and the whole thing was crazy.”

“So, you’re telling me that if I would’ve had you on my show a night later, the answer to my make out question would’ve been, yes?!”

Shawn and Y/N both nodded. 

“Well, you heard it here first folks. Shawn and his Senorita, Y/N have been in love for years. Make sure to tune back in to hear these two sing their knew duet.”

[btower3689]

You Are Sheol . 7

When Abraham eventually arrives at the police station in Golden, he is accompanied by two men.

At this point it is approaching evening, and the sun has started its descent into its grave. 

The two men are promptly asked to wait outside the station, a tall male officer remarks that their visit may be lengthy. After some deliberation, the two men agree to wait at the Mcdonald’s down the street. They agree to bring Abraham an iced tea. 

“Where’s my son?” Abraham says as his tired eyes scan the office. The male officer that stands before him directs him to a room that is down the hall and to the left. He instructs Abraham to sit and remarks that someone will be with him shortly. 

Abraham rubs his nose and sits back in his chair. He fidgets, picking at the button on the sleeve of his jacket, shifting around in his chair every few seconds, scratching his head, bobbing his knee up and down wildly with anxiety. 

10 minutes go by. 

“Fuck,” Abraham mutters, “I shouldn’t have come here, fuck…” he stands from his seat and paces around the room. He then digs his phone out the pocket of his blue jeans and scrolls through his messages until he clicks on the name “Mark”. 

“You need to get John and Samson up to the houses right now I have a bad fucking feeling,” he types quickly. 

There’s a moment's delay before three white dots appear on the screen, indication that Mark is typing back. 

“Samson just had the baby 

not gonna be leaving the hospital till late. 

I’ll call John and see what he’s up to.” 

Abraham cusses again and furiously types back,

“I told him not to have the fucking baby at the hospital, we have enough problems as it is,”

Moments delay, then Mark responds, 

“There were complications. 

Sampson said that Lilah was dying. Baby was dying too. 

She bled all over the bed. It looks like a fucking war zone in there, man.

We can’t keep doing this shit. It gets fucked up every time. 

You know Samson loves Lilah and that baby. He actually wanted to be a father.”

Abraham groans audibly, now gripping his phone with both of his tensed hands. 

“Tell Samson he’s DONE. 

Don’t let me see that piece of shit on my property again!

This brotherhood is more important than pussy,” he types back. 

More than a moment's delay.

“John says he’ll do it. He’s on the way now. Full clean?”

“Everything needs to be gone.” Abraham replies. “Use bleach and that other acid shit. You should trash that mattress and the sheets too.”

“The altars?” Mark replies quickly.

Abraham’s fingers hover over the keyboard with hesitation. 

“Don’t touch the altars. Nothing weird about them. Looks religious.”

Abraham sits back in his chair and sets his phone on the table with a stressful sigh, before quickly picking it back up. 

“We’re done with kids,” he adds. 

“Agreed, brother,” Mark concludes. 

The door opens, Detective Lewis can be seen along with the tall male officer from before. The officer nods to Lewis before shutting the door and leaving her alone with Abraham. Detective Lewis sits and sets her binder on the desk before doing a short chuckle to herself. 

“Abraham Solomon King,” she says quietly, “Let’s see… driving without insurance and registration… criminal trespassing, stalking, and credit card fraud. No possession… hm. Lucky you. You have... been previously convicted of hate speech, willful promotion of hatred, and you are the founder of a religious organization called the “Brotherhood of the Forbidden Truth”... what a character you are.”

“And you are?” Abraham asks with a disrespectful air to his voice. 

“I am Detective Lewis,” she says with a raised eyebrow, “and that little boy out there is Sheol.”

Abraham frowns, making the wrinkles in his dark brown skin set deeper into his face. 

“Where is my son?” he asks darkly. 

“Oh we’ll get to that, don’t you worry, Abe. But first let’s discuss the issue of the suspicious lack of documentation surrounding your son, hm?” 

Abraham looks down at the desk, avoiding eye contact with the sharp detective. 

“No birth records, no health records, no cards. We don’t even know the name of his mother. All of the information we have on Sheol came directly from you in your… rather coolheaded phone call to the guys in Lumby. We’re not even entirely sure that he is your son,” she says as she reads through her binder. 

“Look at me,” Abraham says with a condescending smile, “he’s mine.” 

Detective Lewis observes Abraham and rolls her eyes. The familial resemblance is apparent. You have the same wide nose, angled brown eyes, and high cheekbones. The same curly black hair and dark brown skin. 

“Well you are… more than “active” in the local community, Mr. King. Why exactly has no one seen or heard from Sheol? Explain to me, Mr. King, why for the past three years Sheol has essentially been kept a secret? You didn’t think ‘hm! Maybe I should inform the government that I’ve had a baby!’ around… year 2?”

Abraham crosses his arms and leans deeper into his seat, eyeing Detective Lewis with a coy apprehension.

“We livin’ all the way out in the boonies. Lots of folks out there don’t document their kids. So what? The family takes care of him. You can ask my boys, they all know who he is. It’s no man's land out there anyways, you've never been up that side, aye?” 

Detective Lewis gives Abraham a smug, condescending glare. Abraham shrugs with an equally nasty smile. 

“It’s not illegal,” he says coolly. 

“Where is his mother?” Lewis asks carefully, pen hovering above the page of her notes.

Abraham glances at her papers. “Couldn’t tell ya,” he answers, “she’s not in the picture.” 

“What is his mother’s name?” Lewis continues.

“Don’t think that matters,” Abraham answers dismissively, “she don’t got custody.”

Detective Lewis squints annoyedly, “nobody has custody of Sheol right now, Mr.King.”

An agonizing silence hangs in the air for a minute and a half as Abraham continues to avoid the question. Picking at his nails, running his hands through his hair, burping and rocking in his chair.

“Where do you live?” Lewis asks, only to be ignored once again. Three more minutes of silence.

“You’re really going to play this game with me, Abraham? You want to make this painful for yourself?” Lewis continues on in a half murmur. 

There's another long stretch of silence, this one longer than the last. Abraham leans his head back on his chair and starts whistling ‘Amazing Grace’. His shrill tone banishes the uncomfortable quiet. 

Finally, Detective Lewis stands from her chair with an exhausted, “alright, Abraham.”

“Can I go now?” Abraham asks, also standing from his seat, “You gonna give me my kid so I can get him home before bedtime?”

“No, no. You stay right there. I’m just going to make a quick phone call and I’ll be right back.” Lewis responds as she gathers her papers and heads towards the door. 

…

[idsb]

I Bet You Think About Me (affectionate)

[starshapedkookie]

COMING SOON

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

➢ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➢ genre: high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au, fluff, smut, a little angst

➢ warnings: none for preview minus some language (full warnings to come when full thing is posted!) also i know that in the little mood board i created, the girl is a teeny white girl & i don't want to alienate any of my poc readers at all - i just thought these pics fit the vibe so take them with a grain of salt 😊

➢ word count: 13.3 k

➢ mini playlist: at the end of the day by wallows, satellite, late night talking, carolina by harry styles, love drought by beyonce, ICE (we should do drugs) by labrinth, unusual you by britney spears

i have no idea who i am writing this much but in honor of BTS comeback here's a little preview below! ↓

“See this isn’t too bad,” he then says looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze. 

“We’re sitting ducks Jungkook,” you mumble, eyes looking around the water, still slightly paranoid. There’s a few other people in the water and a couple surfers which makes you feel a little better. 

“It’s okay to get out of your comfort zone you know,” he raises a brow when you climb off his back, deciding to swim close in front of him. Both of you float with only a few inches between you two, water at your chests. 

“Mhm,” you say sarcastically, “That’s what they all say before they’ve gotten their leg bit off,” you move your arms around to keep you wading. Thankfully it didn’t take long to get used to the chilly water. 

He bites his lip as he watches you with an amused expression. You push away the way it makes you feel. 

“You know that’s why I wanted to be your friend right?” 

You furrow your eyebrows, moving to float on your back. Jungkook being the gentlemen he is, he ends up beside you, his arms giving your back some support in the water as you float. 

“What do you mean?” You ask him. 

You can’t see his expression as you’ve closed your eyes, the sun too bright to keep them open. His fingertips graze your skin every few seconds and you swear it feels like electricity running through your spine. 

“You’ve always been the one to get me out of my comfort zone,” he points out like it’s obvious—though you’ve never had an inkling of this. 

You open one eye at him in a squint, his face a lot closer to yours than you expected, “I don’t think so,” you laugh a little awkwardly as you give up on floating, settling back to your normal swimming position with him in front of you. 

“I wouldn’t lie Y/N,” he laughs in return, “You’ve known me for a long time, you know how fucking weird I used to be.” 

“Hey you weren’t weird,” you defend him, “Just a little awkward and going through puberty.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Fucking weird,” he repeats, “I just mean I’ve never had a friend that’s always pushed me to do things I normally wouldn’t do. Hell just the vacations we’ve taken together is just one example,” he pauses, his next words cutting him a little deep, “I feel like you’re the reason I ever had a life outside of baseball.” 

You bite your lip under the water as you don’t break his heavy eye contact. You’d never realize Jungkook thought that highly of you. It makes you feel giddy on the inside, but also a little sad that you were never that confident in your abilities as a friend. If anything, you thought Jungkook brought you out of your shell more. 

“I’m just a small part of your life Jungkook,” is what you settle on. 

They way his face falls doesn’t go unnoticed, “Trust me,” he pauses beginning a swim back to shore for you to follow him, “You’re a pretty big part Y/N.”

[harlowsbby]

urban being embarrassed bc of his gf, like they're out and holding hands and he sees a friend of his and he drops her hand and steps away from her, and blanks her when she tries to get his attention

Like a boy ( not edited )

Urban and You have been dating for roughly eight months and it’s been the best eight months ever. You were a bit hesitant at first about dating Urban due to his reputation he had in Kentucky for being a playboy but you decided to push everyone’s thoughts and opinions to the side about Urban.

Nobody really knew about the two of you dating besides Jack of course and a few of your friends you weren’t sure why Urban didn’t tell anybody else because at times it did hurt you and it felt as if he was ashamed to be with you.

Instead of laying in bed and being wrapped up in your thoughts about Urban you decided to just get up and do something productive until later on, Sunni and Clay invited Urban out to the fair and of course Urban asked if you wanted to tag along with them and you happily accepted.

Your friend Lola invited you out to the mall with her so the two of you could gossip and shop and just talk about anything and everything together.

“All I’m saying is I do find it weird sometimes when we’re out in public he doesn’t bother to show you any affection.” Lola and You walked around the mall arms filled with clothes while you two discussed Urban, you weren’t sure how this topic came about but you were ready for it to be over.

“He just isn’t into all of that Lola you know he’s very closed off and reserved.” Lola shook her head at you, she never liked Urban she knew he was trouble and didn’t deserve you but you had to learn that the hard way.

“All I’m saying is if my man acted like we weren’t together I would feel a type of way but if you’re okay with it Y/N then I have no choice but to be okay with it.” You thanked her and thanked God that this conversation was over.

It was now later on in the day you had just finished getting ready, you settled on a pair of mom jeans and just a basic oversized t-shirt that belonged to Urban. After doing your hair you checked yourself over in the mirror and smiled in approval of your outfit before meeting him outside.

You smiled and quickly rushed over to Urban’s car before practically jumping inside.

“Well hello ma how’s your day been pretty girl?” Leaning over the seat Urban’s hand caressed your cheek before kissing your lips softly causing you to melt into the kiss, his lips were always so soft and tasted of peppermint.

You smiled and pulled away and smiled bashfully as Urban coo’d at you.

“My day was good just went shopping with Lola and that’s actually about it didn’t do too much.” He nodded before driving off to the fair the two of you sat in silence just enjoying time with one another and singing a few of the songs that played.

Once the two of you arrived to the fair it was just Urban and You at first, Sunni had texted Urban and told him that they’d be there in a minutes they were just running a bit late.

In the meantime Urban and You went a few rides the two of you were now looking over all the food stands trying to find something to eat but nothing really looked good. Your mind started racing with your conversation with Lola earlier.

Was Urban really embarrassed to let everyone see him with you? Are you a fool for constantly making excuses for him. You weren’t really sure how to feel or what to do because you loved Urban but thinking back to all the times that he never held your hand in public or acknowledged your existence at some of Jack’s shows made you rethink your entire relationship with Urban.

Looking over to Urban you couldn’t help but to smile he looked so happy and at peace whenever he was with you and that was something you always treasured.

“Baby.. baby hello.” Snapping out of your thoughts you smiled bashfully now feeling embarrassed that Urban caught you say dreaming.

“I’m sorry I must’ve zoned out.”

“It’s alright ma I was just saying do you wanna try this ice cream I got? It’s really good.” You nodded and went to take the spoon from him but he pulled his hand back.

“Lemme feed you ma.” The two of you laughed as Urban brought the spoon filled with cookie dough ice cream to your lips and fed you some. You moaned at how good is tasted making Urban lick his lips.

“Let’s not get too crazy at the fair now ma they got kids around here.” Glaring playfully at him you smacked his chest making him laugh.

“You’re the one that always starts it besides don’t act like you don’t like it.” Urban grinned and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into him, his face immediately went towards your neck and you started giggling like a fool the way his beard tickled your neck always had you bending over in laughter because he knew it tickled you the most.

Your sweet moment was sadly interrupted by a cough pulling away from Urban you saw Sunni and Clay standing there giving the two of you confused looks.

“What’s going on here?” Sunni taunted and Urban pulled away from you quickly causing you to frown.

“Oh she just had something in her hair and I was trying to help her take it out.” Urban lied and you nodded your head in agreement it was best to just follow along instead of argue.

“Right well anyways have you guys eaten yet?” Clay asked Urban and You, shaking your heads no that’s when Urban spotted the cotton candy stand.

“Hey Y/N if you don’t mind can you go get some cotton candy for us? I’m kinda craving it now.” Smiling weakly at Urban you nodded and took the money he handed you before taking off to get some cotton candy.

"If that's your girl Urban then that's your girl I don't know why you dropped her hand so fast when we came over." Sunni laughed as well as Clay.

"Right now you got her out here looking like a lost puppy searching for that cotton candy." They laughed again but Urban sighed and watched how you struggled to find the cotton candy stand. Urban loved you he did but when you came down to visit him in Kentucky for a few days he was scared and nervous of what everyone would think not about you but about the fact that he was no longer this single and fucking every other girl type of guy anymore, he felt as if he had reputation in Kentucky and planned on keeping it that way.

"Urban I found the cotton candy baby." You smiled happily as you jogged your way towards them all, Sunni smiled at you before turning his attention back to Urban.

"Baby? So she is your girl." Once you caught up to them Sunni and Clay watched in you awe as you ripped off a piece of cotton candy and went to feed it to Urban who stood there awkwardly as if he didn't know you.

You furrowed your eyebrows and placed your hands on your hips.

“Urban eat it because this surprisingly wasn’t cheap at all, come on open up babe.”

Clay stiffed a laugh before patting Sunni on the back.

“Come on let’s leave these two lovers alone.” He said sarcastically before walking away.

“Urban why did you just act like that?” He rolled his eye and ignored you and went to walk to where Sunni and Clay went, you huffed and followed after him and grabbed his hand.

“Urban I’m talking to you, how come you always act as if you’re scared that people know about us.” Urban paused and sighed he felt like an asshole he knew eventually you’d put two and two together and realize something was up.

“I just I love you Y/N I do baby girl but I have a reputation here and I don’t want people thinking I’m a simp or went soft because I’m with you.” He looked up at you with sad eyes and you smiled sadly up at him.

“Oh well if your reputation is way more important than me then I guess we should just be done with.” Urban’s eyes widened at yours words he went to reach out for you but you stepped back.

“Baby I want this and I want you please can we just talk about this somewhere else.”

“What is there to talk about Urban? I want to be with someone who’s going to show me off and not be afraid of what other people think and clearly you have some reputation that you need to focus on so go do that.”

Urban watched with sad eyes as you walked away, you couldn’t help but to let the tears flow down your face you knew this was the reason as to why he’s been acting so strange. But actually facing the reality of it all hurt you deeper than you could imagine.