#*yeah sorry I’ve just been busy and haven’t been socializing at all really*

[msnova-scotia]

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[haetrack]

study buddies

haechan x f!reader (ft. doyoung)

wc: 5.6k

warnings: sex mentions, dry humping (MDNI), nothing too graphic, haechan makes a bet against doyoung over you

this is a continuation of me and @hrts4doie nerd!haechan, read part one and part two if you would like! this is the first part, @hrts4doie will post the second part on their account, read here!

“i can’t believe that you haven’t even studied for this test.”

“well, i’ve been busy.”

doyoung rolls his eyes, scrolling through a powerpoint he swears he’s seen a hundred times already. “busy with your new girlfriend? can’t believe she actually asked you out.”

haechan lets out a sarcastic laugh, “you’re so jealous of me, it’s crazy…”

doyoung scoffs, shoving his face closer to his laptop, ignoring the proud smirk on haechan’s face.

haechan never expected to talk to you, never expected to sleep with you, and most definitely didn’t expect for you to to ask him out. he’s always kept to himself, making few friends, like doyoung, from group projects. he didn’t mind his social life, never really care for being alone. but with you by his side, he realized that he could never go back to how he was.

even before he had sex with you, he always found himself staring at you. all he had with you was one shared class, which he was so sure you didn’t even know he was in. you always looked so good, and it was his lucky day when you asked to be in a group with him. when the project was done, he thought you would never talk to him again.

except, you did. you kept up with him, listened to him rambling on about whatever video game, listened when he ranted about a class. you listened when he accidentally confessed that he thinks you’re attractive.

he had immediately taken his words back, to which all you did was laugh. you “accidentally” confessed that you thought he was cute, too. he remembers how the air in the room shifted, how your eyes glanced to his lips, moving to slide the glasses off his face. you pulled yourself into his lap, his fingers twitching at his side.

he suddenly hears doyoung calling out to him, followed by doyoung’s hand shoved in his face, snapping to get his attention. haechan blushes, realizing that he got too caught up in his thoughts, thoughts of you sitting so prettily on top of him. he quickly looks up to find an unimpressed look on doyoung’s face, “i called you here to study, not to daydream.”

“i, uh, i’m sorry,” haechan says, batting his eyelashes, “just remembered how boring you are.”

doyoung, already used to haechan’s teasing, can only huff in response, “you do realize that we’re studying for a midterm. a midterm. this is serious.”

“if you’re still sad about your breakup, feel free to talk to me anytime. now i’m the relationship expert!” haechan smirks, clearly showing off.

“how did you even get with someone like your girlfriend? does she like nerds like you or something?”

“hey! i have appeal, i’m not just some random nerd!”

“yeah, well i just know you’re into some weird stuff,” doyoung says, finally closing his laptop, “you’d probably like it if she pushed you around.”

haechan shifts in his seat, trying to ignore the image of you on top of him forming in his head. “w-whatever!” haechan splutters, “at least i have a girlfriend and i’m probably still going to do better on this exam than you will!”

doyoung has to stop himself from laughing out loud at haechan’s offhanded admission of being pushed around in bed. doyoung clears his throat before speaking, “well who’s the one who’s been studying and who’s the one who’s been getting fucked by their girlfriend?”

“i’m smarter, anyway! you’re acting like you wouldn’t beg to fuck my girlfriend, either!”

doyoung looks at haechan in shock, quickly trying to form a coherent sentence to get back at haechan, “we both know that i could fuck her better, don’t lie.”

a pout quickly forms on haechan’s face, “don’t think about fucking my girlfriend!”

“you literally just said that i would beg to have sex with her,” doyoung falters, “you know what, i don’t want to talk about this in a public library.”

haechan is silent as doyoung slips his laptop into his backpack. doyoung sees haechan bite the inside of his cheek in thought, probably thinking of a nice apology for his friend. once he’s packed everything away, he realizes that haechan is staring at him, his hands pressed onto the table.

“if you score higher than me on this test, i’ll let you fuck my girlfriend.”

okay, so maybe not a nice apology.

doyoung doesn’t really know what to say, doesn’t know how to react, and he doesn’t even know how he’s still making eye contact with haechan. his mouth opens and shuts, haechan still staring at him. doyoung manages to speak, “what… what?”

haechan doesn’t flinch at doyoung’s shock, “i said, if you do better than me on the midterm, i will let you have sex with my girlfriend.”

doyoung’s face is pulled into a frown when he realizes what haechan says this time. he has to stop himself from yelling into haechan’s face, “literally where did that come from?”

haechan just shrugs and pushes up his glasses with his finger, “i just know i’ll do better than you on the exam, and i kinda just want to show off.” 

“in what world do you have to make a bet like that just to say you’re better than me? just, i don’t know, say you’ll do good?”

“but where’s the fun in that? and plus, it’s not like i’ll lose.”

“and if i win?” doyoung challenges.

haechan whines and shoves doyoung’s shoulder, “you won’t.”

doyoung sighs, suddenly too tired and wanting to go home. haechan exhausts him, and tonight proves that. haechan just laughs and shoves his stuff into his backpack, standing up and looking down at doyoung. doyoung glares at him, standing up just to intimidate him a little. “lets just go already, you’re stressing me out.”

haechan just smiles and laughs, ushering doyoung out of the library. doyoung walks with haechan to the bus stop, to where haechan will eventually go to your place to be with you. doyoung isn’t jealous, but he does miss being around someone that he likes. maybe he’ll try studying on his own for this exam.

doyoung eyes haechan while walking with him, acting as if nothing even happened. he’s harping about some random game event, almost too casually. doyoung tries not to think about you, but he can’t help but think you are pretty. he’s seen you around campus, he’s seen you more with haechan. he can’t help but stare sometimes.

it doesn’t help that doyoung did go through a breakup, his ex saying that they should both move on. doyoung bites down on his lip, trying not to think too much about it. he should focus on his grades, focus on his studying, focus on this bet. the worst that could happen is losing. the best thing that could happen is the possibility of good sex.

while they’re both waiting for haechan’s bus, doyoung raises the question, “is your girlfriend even okay with this?”

“well, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, so… i’m not sure yet,” haechan laughs into the quiet air.

once again, doyoung is rendered speechless by haechan, “how do you even know that she’ll agree to this?” 

haechan spots his bus rolling down the street, “she’ll say yes. and like i said, you’re definitely not winning.”

doyoung shoves haechan, sending him off to his bus as haechan laughs loudly. before haechan boards, he turns to look at doyoung dead in the eye, “i’ll see you on exam day. good night.”

doyoung nods, bidding him farewell. he goes his own way, hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he’s lost in thought. he will do better than haechan.

haechan finally makes it to your apartment. the bus ride felt too long, and it feels like it’s been years since he’s seen you. you’ve both been busy with your own exams. haechan used to not mind exam weeks, but now that he has you, it pains him to be away from you for so long.

he had tried studying with you, but it always ended up with haechan being too needy to focus. he can’t study by himself either, always disrupted by the thought of you fucking him. he’d send you a quick text, and you always agree to let him come over. it eventually turned into you scolding him, telling him he needs to find someone to study with him.

of course, it had to be doyoung.

he texts you that he’s at your place, making his way to your apartment door. he knocks, waits a bit, and is then greeted by the sight of you. you look tired, but he can’t help but still find you pretty given the circumstances. you smile at him, pulling him into a quick kiss, grabbing his hand to bring him inside.

he’s brought to your bedroom, watches as you plop yourself into bed. you turn to him, cocking your head to the side as you ask, “how was it with doyoung?”

he opens the separate drawer you made for his stuff at your apartment, pulling out some house clothes so he can lay down with you. he pulls off his shirt, hears how you whistle at him, and he immediately gets shy. he shushes you, “it went fine, we studied for most of it, and then we just kept on talking at the end.”

“that’s good,” you hum, watching him shimmy out of his pants with a smile on your face, “what did you guys talk about?”

he crawls into bed with you, caging you in his arms, legs intertwined with yours. after officially dating haechan, you realized how touchy he is. it’s cute considering how he’s still shy, not seemingly thinking too hard about the skinship he offers you. he nuzzles his face into your shoulder, “he was just telling me about his ex, everything that happened.”

you, not one to miss out on gossip, gasp as you pull yourself away to look at him properly. “please tell me you’re gonna talk about his drama. please.”

he laughs a little, moves to lean on his shoulder as he begins, “it’s been maybe, four months since he’s gotten broken up with?” he then leans in to whisper in your ear as if there’s other people around you, “but do you know what?”

you lean into him, whispering back, “what is it?”

“he still goes to see his ex. i don’t know if they’re still friends or they’re just…” he clears his throat, “having sex, but they still meet up.”

you gasp, eyes widening as you laugh at his words. doyoung doesn’t really seem like the type to do that, so knowing he might be just that desperate makes you giddy. “poor doyoung,” you start, threading your fingers into haechan’s hair, “i hope things get better for him.”

he’s not exactly listening, the feelings of your fingers in his hair making his eyes flutter shut, a natural pout forming on his face. you kiss him, and before haechan can pull you any closer, you pull away. you look at him expectantly, waiting for a response as he tries to remember what you said.

“um, speaking of which, there was something else we talked about.”

you curl into his side, eyes closing as you hum in response. he shifts a little, an arm wrapping around your waist. you’re waiting for him to talk, but you get no response. you call out his name, and he grips onto you. “is there something wrong?” you ask, a little worried.

“no, well, me and him have an exam coming up, and we kinda… made a bet on it.”

“yeah, what about?”

“so, i kinda said, if scores better than me, i’d let him…” his words trail off, mumbled out into your room. you move away from him to try to see what exactly has gotten into him. you’re surprised when you see his cheeks flushed red, teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he looks away from you. you raise your eyebrows, encouraging him to continue.

he takes a deep breath before he lets out his words all in one go, “i said if he scored better than me i’d let him have sex with you.”

you blink at him. once. twice. you can’t really say you don’t expect this coming from him but… still. rather than the actual bet, it dawns on you that he might talk about you more than you expect. you wonder if he talks about your sex life. you wonder if he says that he takes control in the bedroom.

“how… how did you even come up with that?”

haechan dryly laughs, “doyoung said the exact same thing. i just felt bad for him? and he kept on complaining how i wasn’t studying, but i’ve been busy!”

“and what made you think i would say yes?” you laugh at his outburst, and haechan relaxes a little at your comfort.

he continues, “i wouldn’t have made the bet if i knew i wasn’t gonna do better than him! i know i’m better, this bet is just gonna prove that.”

a small smirk appears on your face, “i like seeing you all confident like this,” you roll him onto his back, moving on top of him. his hair is splayed behind him, his glasses crooked on his face. “of course my baby is smart,” your lips are dangerously close to his, “are you gonna show me how smart you are?”

he nods, eyes losing focus at your proximity. you lean in to kiss him, his hands grabbing your ass, groping at the flesh. you can feel his dick twitch against your thigh, you can feel how fast he runs out of breath. you realize it’s been awhile since you’ve seen each other, and his desperate movements prove that.

you’re no different either, you can feel how wet your panties are as you grind against him. his hands push you against him, making you grind down onto his cock as he whines into your mouth. your hands make their way to his hair, slightly tugging at the strands as he bucks his hips into yours.

the room is filled with the sound of your lips against his, his loud whimpers, and your soft breaths. moans of your name are ushered out when he gets close, his hands touching every part of you that he can reach. “needed this so bad,” he whines, “been needing you since i’ve been at the library…”

“yeah? thinking gross thoughts in public, in front of your friend?” he frantically nods, arms wrapping around you to pull you close. he can feel the heat on his face, so sure his glasses are embarrassingly fogged up, begging you to continue.

your lips move to his neck, feeling your warm breath on his skin as you speak, “probably why you made the bet, right? you were thinking about me too much, hm?”

your words trigger his orgasm, cum spurting into his boxers as he lets out a whimper of your name. at the sight of your boyfriend falling apart under you, looking fucked out from just some humping and kisses, you cum. haechan moves your hips, helping you ride out your orgasm as he fights off getting hard again.

it’s quiet in the room again, save for the heavy breaths you both let out. haechan’s hand soothingly traces patterns on your exposed skin. your head lays on his chest, nuzzling close to him.

a few moments pass before you whisper out, “i’ll do the bet.”

he opens his eyes to look at you, “really? you don’t have to, i’ll tell doyoung that-”

“no, it’s okay, baby. i know you’ll do good. after all, you’re my little nerd, right?”

haechan doesn’t argue when you call him your nerd.

a few days pass without interruption.

doyoung doesn’t try calling haechan to study, and haechan blasts music in his ears to avoid any thoughts of you crawling into his mind (not that he would mind, but the bet is putting everything on the line). at any chance, haechan goes to see you, seeking praise for being such a good student. he blushes when you do, pulling you into a kiss.

haechan doesn’t try too hard at studying, considering that it was half of his argument saying he didn’t need to study to be good. he’s making sure it won’t backfire on him, glossing over terms and dates as he studies. he tries once more to study with you in a call and repeat way. it’s ruined when you call him a good boy, haechan not being able to stop his cock from twitching.

it’s the day before the exam, and haechan texts doyoung to see if he’d like to meet up.

doyoung: i don’t think you distracting me is going to help

haechan: why are u trying so hard to fuck my girlfriend

doyoung: ?

haechan gives up on him.

there’s no study guide for him to go over, all he can do is go over his notes once more. he considers calling you, but you're either busy, or he’ll just end up getting distracted. he doesn’t think it’s a bad thing with the amount of time he spends with you. he likes it, likes you, he’d rather you take up all his time than him being holed up in his dorm.

he spends the rest of his afternoon at the library, multiple tabs open on his laptop for different classes. he almost forgot about the other exams he has to take, too caught up in his one shared class with doyoung. this bet, he thinks, could be the best decision of his life.

haechan, fully confident that he will win, thinks about what he can do. he’s obviously going to ask if he can have sex with you, but he might have to beg to be more in control. he might send doyoung a quick picture of you under him, crying out for him to fuck you. he doesn’t want to show you off or anything, but he does want to gloat. just a little.

he’s happy that you agreed to do the bet in the first place. you’ve always indulged in his little fantasies, and this is another one added to the list. it makes haechan’s heart beat faster knowing he’s the only one that can make you feel good. it doesn’t matter if he’s not in control, doesn’t matter if he’s the one begging, you’re the one calling his name every night.

which is why he made the bet in the first place. doyoung can complain all he wants, can think about you at any time, but you’re his. haechan tries not to be too possessive of you, but it’s hard not to when he’s so obsessed with you. he was made for you, made to be your boyfriend.

his thoughts are interrupted by a text from you, asking where he is. a small smile forms on his face, fingers tapping against the screen to let you know what he’s doing.

you: if ur not busyyy, then u can come over if u want

haechie: literally just yelled yipee in the library

haechie: packing up my stuff as we speak

you: ur so silly

you: see u soon baby

haechan tries to fight the blush from forming on his face, hastily pushing up his glasses as he rushes out of the library. even if there might be a bet going on, he’d much rather be with you, keeping you close as you press kisses to his skin.

you wait for haechan to text you that he’s outside. you haven’t really done anything today, except for study and taking multiple naps. exam season has always been hard for you, taking up so much of your time when you could be spending it with your boyfriend.

you find it funny how easy it is for him. he always looked like he knew what he was doing, and it was only confirmed once you worked on a project with him. you remember him shyly saying that he’d tell you all his studying secrets, trying to ignore how your eyes focus on his fingers writing something down.

his advice did help, but you still struggle like every person. haechan is just too smart for his own good. it only makes you prouder as his girlfriend.

you get a text saying that he’s at your place, and a knock is followed soon after. you trot to the door, opening it up to see his bright smile. he whines out before he wraps his arms around you, his head falling onto your shoulder as he breathes in your scent. you laugh at him, reciprocating his hug as he buries his face into you.

“you don’t know how much i missed you, it’s been forever.”

“you always say that. come on you big baby, let’s go lay down.”

he follows you into your room, his hand intertwined with yours. he can’t stand not being able to touch you when you’re so close.

when he sees you lay down, looking so comfortable, he practically rips his outside clothes to the clothes he has with you. he quickly scrambles to your bed, joining you in the comfort of your bed. he presses you against himself, silently begging for you to spoon him. you sigh out a laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

you can feel him relax at your touch, shoulders untensing, eyes shutting in the quiet of your room. one of your hands move to his hair, messing with the overgrown strands at the nape of his neck. he shudders slightly, pressing his face in the pillow as he gets more comfortable.

“how was today, baby?”

he mumbles out, “was fine… all i did was study.”

“me too, i think my professors must hate me or something.”

he lets out an airy laugh, grabbing the hand that’s not in his hair to press a kiss onto it. you press a kiss to the top of his head in return, hearing the satisfied hum he lets out at the feeling. if you could, you would want to stay like this forever, him in your arms. you just wish you both weren’t so busy.

“what are you gonna do tomorrow?” you ask.

“i have that exam with doyoung,” he groans, “i’m not worried, but i just need to get it over with already.”

“i know you’ll do good,” you say, watching a pink blush begin to form on his cheeks, “my baby always does so good.”

“thank you…” he whispers, embarrassment in his voice.

“don’t worry about the bet. in the end, it’s up to us, hm? even if doyoung wins-”

haechan cuts you off, “hey! he won’t!”

you laugh out, “i know he won’t, but on the small chance he might, you’ll show him how good you treat me, right?”

you can feel him squirm against you, trying not to let your words get to his head, “y-yeah, he needs to know how good i make you feel.”

“exactly,” you say as you press a kiss to his neck, feeling goosebumps form from your touch, “that’s what’s gonna make you do so good tomorrow.”

he nods, turning himself over to face you. his hands grip at your hips, eyes shining in the darkness of your room. he licks his lips, pulling you close to him as he kisses you. he moans into you, trying hard not to grind into your thigh.

it’s when you can feel him press his hard cock onto you that you pull away, smiling at the desperate look on his face. you shush him before he can whine, tucking yourself under the covers as haechan tries to form a coherent sentence.

“you have an exam tomorrow, you need to sleep early, baby.”

“but i-” he interjects, his eyes looking down at his cock that presses against his shorts, “you- can’t you help me?”

“nope! my baby needs all the rest he can get,” you smile, patting the space besides you, “now come lay down with me.”

he lets out a small groan, ignoring his twitching cock as he lays next to you.

“and no getting yourself off without me,” you assert.

haechan can only let out a whine.

it’s finally exam day.

after waking up, haechan finds you wrapped around him, cuddling up at his side. he stares at you sleeping (in the most non-creepy way, he swears), a smile on his face as he watches you sleep so peacefully. he likes having quiet mornings like this with you, wishes he could stay in bed with you all day.

except, your alarm for eight am rings, immediately waking you up.

haechan watches you groggily reach for your phone, shutting off the alarm, slamming it against the sheets when you do. he laughs at you, pull you in closer, kissing the top of your head as you snuggle yourself in his chest. he’s warm, almost making you doze back to sleep.

the sound of his voice wakes you up again, “do you think i should just skip my midterm?”

his voice is soft, yet serious as he contemplates sacrificing his grade if it means to get to stay in with you. your voice comes out muffled in his chest, “hm, you know i can’t let you do that, baby…”

he lets out a chuckle, the sound soothing you. “if i don’t get up now, i don’t think i’ll be able to move from here.”

you try to untangle yourself from his hold, but he’s the one who’s keeping you in place. you let out a whine of his name while he watches you with a smile. he eventually lets you go, making himself sit up alongside you. he reaches for your hand before speaking, “i wish i didn’t have to go.”

“i know, baby, but you have to take this test. you have to show everyone how good you are.”

he tries not to smile too hard at your words, choosing to slide out of your bed to stretch. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes stare at his exposed stomach from his shirt lifting. if he had the time, he’d ask for at least a makeout session, but even that might turn into something too much. he quickly changes into whatever clothes he can find, ridding the thought from his mind.

“anyways, you have a bet to do, right?” you remind him, “you’re going to show doyoung how smart my boyfriend is, hm?”

“of course,” he hums, “gonna show him what he’s missing out on.” he finishes his sentence with a soft kiss on your lips. it’s always nice like this, having him so close, no shyness detected when loving you. he chases your lips when you pull away, his pretty eyes looking to yours as you walk him out.

your both at your door, hands intertwined when you say to him, “i know you’re going to do great. don’t worry about anything, i’m right here.”

his eyes shine at your words, a faint blush on his cheeks as he turns to walk away from you. before he can fully step out, you softly call out his name. his head snaps towards you, expectant eyes waiting for you.

“one more thing,” you step out towards him. you place a quick kiss onto his lips, his hands twitching in surprise. “just a good luck kiss. if you do good, i’ll give you even more than that.”

he nods, forcing himself to walk away from your door. his hands are in fists at his sides, nails digging into his skin.

he can’t wait to see you again.

he makes it onto campus, calming himself down on the walk to his classroom. he hasn’t seen doyoung anywhere, not that he was thinking he would. it’s quiet on campus, everyone either taking an exam or stuck at the library studying.

he takes a deep breath as he enters the building, watching as other students enter his classroom. still no sight of doyoung as haechan heads towards class. he’s quick to open the door, scanning the room for his seat. he’s happy to see that no one’s taken his usual spot near the front of the class. 

he does see doyoung in his spot next to him, scrolling through his phone as he waits for the exam to start. he easily slides in next to him, startling doyoung from his scrolling. he glares at haechan, haechan ignoring him as he clears his throat, “you’re here early.”

“i’m always early though?”

“feels like you might be excited about something.”

“like finishing this exam, yes.”

“or maybe the bet?”

doyoung scoffs, and as soon as he does, his professor begins to explain the rules. haechan drone out the words, shoving his phone away and taking out a pencil. it shouldn’t be hard, it should be easy for someone like him. what’s distracting is knowing that doyoung is thinking the exact same thing, the same goal in his mind.

having sex with you.

haechan won’t let it happen, though. before the professor starts handing out the exam, haechan turns towards doyoung. haechan extends a hand out to him, doyoung hesitantly shaking it back. haechan grins, “may the best student win.”

it’s been a few days since he’s taken the exam. he remembers feeling confident during the exam, remembers walking out of the class with a proud smile on his face. he remembers texting you right after, asking if you’d like to go out and eat anywhere. he remembers telling you how good the exam went over food, a proud smile on your face as you listen to him.

he only remembers being confident that day.

he’s only talked- texted doyoung once after the exam, only after their professor said when the grades will be released. it was a quick chat of haechan gloating while doyoung glosses over it. he doesn’t need to talk to doyoung too much anyway, knowing he’s just as busy as haechan is.

today, he’s at your apartment again, lounging around as he waits for his grade. you’re seated with him on your couch, legs on top of his as you mindlessly scroll through your phone. you’re done with your exams, he’s done with his. it went as good as it could’ve gone, and he’s happy with this exam week.

the cherry on top would be winning the bet, and even after the test, he’s sure that he’s won. he can’t help how his leg shakes under you in excitement, not really reading what’s on his phone as he thinks about what he wants to do. he bites his lip, trying to drown out his thoughts.

after what feels like forever (read: 30 minutes after), he gets an email from his professor saying that grades have now been posted and uploaded. he scrambles to his feet, scaring you in the process as your legs are thrown off the couch. he quickly apologies, his fingers tapping against his screen to check his gradebook. there it is.

he got a 95 on his midterm.

he turns to look at you, immediately squealing as he throws himself onto you. you laugh as you wrap your arms around him, his face nuzzling into your chest as he lets out high-pitched noises. you shake him a little, asking what he got on his exam.

he grabs you by the shoulders, pressing you into the couch as he looks down at you, “i got a 95.”

a smile forms on your face before you pull him down to kiss you. he’s smiling against your lips, a hand on your cheek as he kisses you. you can feel how happy he is, satisfied hums as he kisses you. your hands are around his neck, keeping him close to you. one of his thigh slips between yours, a hand resting on your hip as he continues.

he can feel you grind down onto his thigh, small whimpers coming out of your mouth as you do. his cock twitches at the feeling, adrenaline rushing through his body. you eventually pull away from him, catching your breath before you speak, “i am so proud of you. you worked so hard, i’m glad it all paid off.”

his eyes flutter shut when you palm over his bulge, “don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

he quickly nods, moaning out a yes as he moves to kiss you again. you’re both desperate, hands moving all over each other, feeling needy from how long it’s been since you had sex. you can feel his cock press into you, your hips rolling to meet his. his warm hands reach under your shirt, squeezing your hip when you moan out his name.

it’s not until he feels a buzz from his phone, followed by another as his mind clears. “h-hold on,” he says between kisses, “what if it’s doyoung?”

your head falls back, your hooded eyes peering up at him, “you’re gonna check your phone now, just to see if it’s doyoung?”

“i know, sorry. just really quick, i swear.” his phone turns on, a satisfied grin on his face as he sees the texts are from doyoung. doyoung’s asking what he got on his exam, and haechan quickly texts him his answer. haechan’s about to put his phone down to get back to you, but before he can, doyoung texts him back.

doyoung: that’s funny

doyoung: i got a 96

he sends a picture as proof, and haechan falls back on his heels. you watch as he stares at his phone in shock. he doesn’t move, and you softly call his name to get his attention. “what’s wrong?” you start, “what happened? is it doyoung?”

he slowly shows you his phone, watching as you quickly read the texts on his screen. your face falls in shock. you’re both sitting there in silence, shock painted across your faces. his phone eventually falls onto the couch, trying to think of what to say.

you choose to speak first, “well, i mean… you still did well on the test.”

“but he did better! by one point!”

your hand moves to soothingly pat his head, “we’re just gonna have to see what happens. he did say yes to the bet, right?”

haechan pouts, his head nuzzles against your hand, “yeah…”

“this could be fun for both of us. i get to show off how much of a good boy you are.”

he pouts even harder, “wanted to show him that i fuck you good.”

you laugh, “well, that wouldn’t be true, would it? i’ll make sure to show him how good i can fuck you.”

a/n: I AM SO HAPPY TO BE POSTING THIS WITH WINNIE!!! finally one of our ideas coming out of the drafts... i can't wait for their part to come out... its gonna be crazy... a threesome perhaps (in a way... u will just have to wait and see...)

[vinvantae]

heyyy! sorry if this request is vague but i lack your creative genius so how about the grid x reader with forced proximity (like the two being in a situation where they have to be really close outside of their respective wishes not noncon!). if not all drivers, then maybe just Charles, Lewis and Fernando? thanks love!

I am sooooooo sorry this took so long 😭 I’ve been mega busy lately and haven’t had the time to really sit down and write. Hope you enjoy regardless x

Lewis

“There’s no way this is actually happening right now.”

You stared down at the door handle that was currently laying in your palm, no longer attached to the door. Lewis quirked a brow and plucked it from your hand, turning it over in his a few times.

“I did tell them it was coming loose, didn’t realise it was this close to falling off.” He chuckled softly. “Cosy in here isn’t it?”

The room itself wasn’t that small, but now you had no escape - the walls suddenly felt like they were pressing against you. “Why do we even have this room?”

“I think Bono called it a panic room… apparently, just our luck, it’s also soundproof.”

You groaned and flopped onto the small loveseat that was tucked against the wall - letting your eyes cast around the room. “Have you-“

“Text someone? Yeah. They’re trying to find a way in.” His voice was soft as he sat beside you, a strong hand coming to rest on your knee - the heat immoderately rushing to your cheeks.

You’d had a massive crush on Lewis since the day you’d met - but he was levels and levels above you at Mercedes. You were but a simple social media admin, something he personally opted to not take part in very often so your paths didn’t cross often and when they did you found yourself feeling like a giggly teenager.

You could almost hear the cogs turning in his head as he studied you, a gentle sigh leaving his lips.

“…hey uh, feel free to report me to HR if this crosses some major boundary but I never really get to speak to you alone.” He was fully facing you now, his hand still pressed against your knee - thumb brushing across the black fabric of your work trousers. “You fancy getting dinner sometime or something? I’ve seen you around a lot and I just… I honestly can’t get you out of my head.”

“M-Me? Seriously?” You laughed, practically flooded with disbelief. “You’re Lewis Hamilton.”

He smirked. “Yeah, and you’re you… I’d really like to get to know you outside of this world, no Mercedes branding attached. I already like what I do know, I’d like to see more.”

Your eyes flickered across his face for a moment, trying to read him - and he seemed nothing but genuine. You gave him a cautious nod and his face lit up, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“We’re going to have a blast, trust me.” His grin lit up the room.

Before you could speak again there was a frantic knock on the door. “We’re about to take the hinges off! Stand back please!”

“All clear.” Lewis called back, before giving your hand a squeeze. “Ready to get back out there?”

You looked down at your entwined hands and smiled softly. “As I’ll ever be.”

Charles

Their music was quiet now, just softly playing in the background as Kika giggled - her boyfriend twirling her into his arms, a loving smile on his face. When she had insisted on hosting his birthday party at your shared apartment, you forgot to consider who one of Pierre’s best friends was, a man you loathed. And now, as the night rolled on and all of the other guests had filtered out - it was just the four of you left and whilst Pierre and Kika were still enjoying their tipsy states, you and Charles were as stiff as boards, sat as far apart from each other as possible.

Your eyes followed Kika as she stepped away from Pierre, circling the coffee table to approach you, manicured hands landing on your shoulders as she looked into your eyes. “We’re going to bed… you gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You forced a smile, one she was too inebriated to decipher. “I’m not tired, I’ll tidy up a bit.”

“Oh ‘miga. Don’t stay up too late.” She pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple before leading Pierre away, practically purring.

You rolled your eyes, still not giving the man beside you any attention as you stood up - collecting some cups from the table but as he started clearing the coffee table beside you, you couldn’t help but frown.

“You can go home, Charles.” You grumbled. “You don’t live here, y’know. It’s my mess to clear up.”

“Did Pierre not tell you?” He patted the back of the sofa. “This bad boy is my bed tonight.”

“…he did not. Well, I don’t want to keep you up, so I’ll clean tomorrow or something.”

He practically snorted out a laugh. “I don’t want to sleep in this mess either so, let’s just make it quick yeah?”

The two of you moved around each other quietly - you’d met through your best friends and very quickly decided that you didn’t get on. He was pretty and he knew it - he always had some stunning girl draped over his arm; at first you were just annoyed, just as you got to know her, like her even, he’d bin her off for a new model. He just didn’t know the meaning of the word loyalty.

“You uh, still with… uh Colette was it?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “She wanted something more serious, so no,”

Charles watched you roll your eyes as you shoved a paper cup into the bin bag in your hand.

“What’s it to you anyway? Jealous?” He smirked, throwing a balled up napkin in your direction.

“No. I just don’t understand why you hate commitment so much.” You scoffed. “You always find the loveliest girls and then-“

“I don’t hate commitment. I’ve just not found a girl who challenges me.” His voice was quieter with his admission. “They all will literally just agree with everything and anything I say just because they’re desperate to keep me happy… that’s just not… I don’t want that.”

The silence was heavy but you didn’t dare move, especially as he walked around the coffee table towards you - bin bags long forgotten as he gently took your biceps in his hands.

“I… I know you don’t like me… I don’t blame you.” He sighed softly, letting his hands slowly cascade down your arms until his hands finally found yours, his lips curving into a shy smile when you didn’t pull away. “But I like the way you call me out on my shit, and you make me want to be better.”

“Charles…” You felt breathless. “I don’t want to be the reason you treat women right, you should do that because it’s the right thing to do.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” A soft huff escaped him. “Can we at least maybe start over? Friends?”

Your eyes studied his face - almost as if you were seeing him for the very first time. The way his green eyes still seemed bright under the dim lights of the floor lamps, the way his lips were such a pretty shade of pink… shit.

“Depends… would friends do this?”

Charles stumbled back a little as you kissed him, hands quickly finding purchase on your hips. He groaned as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

Oh he was fucked.

Fernando

You don’t think you could be pressed any further against the side of the van if you tried - Fernando’s manspreading had made sure of that. The two of you had somehow ended up in the back together, the third seat home to camera equipment as per the team’s request. It was supposed to be a quick trip, 20 minutes tops, but the roads were completely gridlocked so you found yourself stuck in the Spaniard’s company for a lot longer than you’d planned.

“Oh my god, Fernando.” You hissed, yanking the hem of your jacket out from under his thigh as he shifted. “Do you want to take up any more of my seat?”

The corner of his mouth tugged up into a small smirk. “Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes. “No you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not.”

A soft huff left your lips, turning away from him to look out the window - noticing the view hadn’t shifted even a little since you last checked. You groaned. “Have we moved at all?”

“Sorry! It’s completely at a standstill, looks like it’s going to be a while!” The driver called back from the front, sending you an apologetic gaze through the rear view mirror.

Fernando couldn’t help but notice your demeanour shift, fully slumped in your seat at this point - a petulant frown on your face. He always thought you were pretty, but you seemed to have a vendetta against him since day one despite his best intentions. And after a while he just gave him, treating you with the same sass you threw at him.

“Do you want to lighten up a touch, cariño” He teased, leaning a little so he could catch your eye. “This car ride is already going to be bad enough without your attitude.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not exactly my favourite person to be around.”

“And why is that? Hmm?” His voice was patronising, condescending almost, and it made you want to smack him upside the head - but you’d definitely get fired. “Did I forget your birthday or something?”

He was surprised by the dejected sigh that left your lips, your eyes almost wet when you looked up at him. “…You’ve just always made me feel like a dumb kid. I know how to do my job. I’m smart, I’m capable. I’m not even that young! But god forbid I do anything myself. Let me move that for you. I’ve got that. Oh no, I’ll do it myself.”

“You think I did all that because I thought you were incapable?” He had to hold back the laugh of disbelief. “Cariño , that was just me being a gentleman… I was trying to be courteous, to impress you.”

Your cheeks heated. “Impress me?”

“Well, yeah.” This time he laughed softly. “You said it yourself, you’re smart, you’re capable… and, forgive me, you’re very beautiful. I never meant to cause upset or make you think I thought little of you.”

You felt beyond embarrassed - this whole time he was just being nice and you had automatically assumed he was looking down on you.

“…want to start over?” Your voice timid, unable to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“I’d like that.” He held his hand out. “Hi, I’m Fernando.”

It was your turn to laugh as you took his hand in yours, his skin warm against yours as you gave it a firm shake - introducing yourself to him. His gaze was different as he looked at you now, his dark eyes no longer full of distaste but something new.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what it was.

[natailiatulls07]

The golden trio Pt 6

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - swearing, crying

A/n - 😌😋

The golden trio

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Twitter

username It’s been five days since Lando was caught kissing that other chick and Y/n hasn’t posted ANYTHING!!

username He has sooooo fucked up mate it’s unbelievable and by the looks of it he hasn’t done anything to apologise yet 😖

username You know I don’t think anyone has seen her leave the apartment building either, like we know Max and Charles are around but they haven’t be looking all that happy

username Yeah cause someone who is practically their little sister has been hurt time and time again!! What do you expect?

f1gossip

Spotted: Y/n L/n leaving her apartment complex with both of her roommates, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

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username Lando fucking Norris you are a fucking idiot 😒

username Oh mate, she looks devastated

username She can’t get a break!!

username Did you guys see Max and Charles though?! They were so annoyed

username I hope the chick is happy, she ruined a relationship 🙄

Max Fewtrell twitch live stream

Twitter

username Anybody watched Max Fewtrells twitch this evening?? Lando??

username You can tell he’s so guilty with himself!!

username Like he was so blunt!

username He had it coming, like you can’t go around kissing another girl whilst you’re in a relationship. It’s common sense.

Text (White: Reader) (Red: Carlos)

Hey, I heard about what happened with Lando I’m sorry

Yeah these things happen, it’s not your fault

Look I have a idea but you can back out if you want totally your choice

Ok?? Go on

So I’ve was thinking if we could date until Lando gets jealous

Oh right…

Please don’t feel like you have to do this tho

Sure I’ll do it, I don’t want to let him down easily

Perfect! So should we go on a date tomorrow night and make sure people see??

Yeah that’ll be a good idea, the gossip instagrams just love to post about me so it’ll spread fast

f1gossip

Spotted: Y/n L/n and Carlos Sainz, former McLaren teammate of Lando Norris, seen on what seems to be a date in Monte Carlo this evening. It has been a few days since Lando Norris, who seems to Y/n’s ex now, was seen kissing another girl.

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username Mr Norris what will you do now??

username She really said get even bitch 😚

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username Ooooo more gossip more gossip!!!

username Yk I would sell my kidney to see what is going on behind the closed doors 👀

username Y/n in her reputation era??

username Yk, Idk what to think??

Gossip Groupchat (White: Reader) (Blue: Max) (Red: Charles)

Hey Bee…

Yeah I’d everything ok?

No…

Um Lando is currently stood in our living room, pestering Charles on where you are…😬

Wtf!

Why? Ask him why he’s there!

Seen 2 minutes ago

Yk I don’t like the fact that it’s taking forever!

He is here to apologise, he feels horrible and I think he means it

Well tell him that I am busy and that he should consider this relationship done

Ok soooo he’s gone but

But…?

I don’t think he was very happy that you are completely blocking him out, more angry in my opinion

Look that’s his problem, you can’t go around kissing other girls whilst you’re in a relationship it’s common fucking sense

Ok, what time are you coming back tonight?

Around 9pm, Carlos has a flight in the morning

See you then Bee

Bye guys

Bye Bee

f1gossip

Since Y/n’s date this evening we have noticed that the former couple have both gone and unfollowed each other on instagram and other socials. Maybe the ship has really sailed away.

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username Oh Shit!

username So that really does mean…

username No I can’t do this, nope not today 😭

username True love? Yeah no that doesn’t exist

username What do we do now?!?! 😰

username Friends to Lovers to Enemies 🥺

yourusername

But now you’re on your knees while I’m wrapped up in his sheets 😚

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username MISS GIRL!!!

username Karma really is a bitch!

carlossainz55 ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

= yourusername 😋😋😋

username Lando you know this is about you!!!

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username Loving this whole thing!!!!!

username She moved onto a real man, not a little boy. Well deserved!

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[heliads]

sorry to send in two requests but if you've got the time Luke Patterson x reader where she is his tutor for English or something and he develops a crush, so even when he understands the stuff she's teaching him he pretends to be confused so that the tutoring sessions last longer. And then one day he gets a good grade and she's proud of him but that means the sessions are over so he builds up the courage to ask her out? You can put this at the bottom of the list or not even write it because I know how swamped your requests get, but ily.

do not apologize for two requests!! my blog exists for you!! and jatp s2 may be dead but my feelings for that show are not. xoxo

masterlist

Luke Patterson is currently fighting a one-man war against his English class, and he is losing. Badly. This was not supposed to be his problem class, he was thinking the biggest struggle would be math or science, but surprise surprise, there’s no such thing as a class you can just skate through. He tried to skate through English. He tried really, really hard, but instead of Spark Notes-ing his way through whatever classic book they threw his way, Luke’s staring at a bright red D on his latest essay.

This would happen to be the most recent essay they were assigned, the one Luke pushed off until the last minute because he was too invested in getting some good songs down on paper. He hadn’t meant to procrastinate, he never does, it’s just that whenever Luke had a spare hour or two, it’s always far more tempting to head out to the studio and mess around with some chord progressions than to do homework.

This essay had gone just like all the other ones so far this year. The book had been assigned, the essay followed not soon after, and Luke told himself that he was going to start it on time for a change. The only problem was that he came home late that day after a shift at his job, so he couldn’t start it that day, and then he was studying for a test the next day, and after that he was working on songs. Before he knew it, it was the night before and he was speed writing to get everything down in time. Luke doesn’t even think he had time to proofread before turning in that mess.

So yeah, he shouldn’t really be surprised about this grade in particular. Still, he isn’t pleased about it. He doesn’t want to see the look on his parents’ face when he dodges another question about his grades, nor listen to all the other kids in his class talk about how easy that essay prompt was. Everything just makes him feel worse.

And, if Luke’s day couldn’t get any better, his English teacher pulls him aside after class to talk about it.

“I noticed your last few assignments haven’t been going as expected,” she says sympathetically, “is there anything you want to tell me about that?”

There’s a lot Luke wants to tell her, such as the fact that this class is dry as a saltine and twice as bland. They’ve spent the last few classes just going over social hierarchies around the time when the book was written, talk about boring. If Luke wanted to study history, he’d read a textbook.

He can’t say all that without damaging his final grade even more, though, so Luke plasters on a grin and does his best impression of an earnest student who’s just had a bad string of luck. “Not really, I’ve just been so busy recently that I didn’t have enough time to really ponder the prompt, you know?”

Usually, this is Luke’s best strategy for getting out of these kinds of nonsense conferences. He’ll whip out a few key words like ‘time commitments’ and whatnot and his teachers will fall for it every time.

He might have done this too often, though, because his teacher just nods and refuses to let him go. “That makes sense to me. Do you think it would help to spend a little more time exploring the prompt or connecting the book to the essay topics?”

“Sure,” Luke says vaguely. He’s only half paying attention; he just saw Reggie outside the door mouthing the words what did you do?? as dramatically as he could.

The teacher looks pleased by this. “That’s what I thought. I’ve gone ahead and signed you up for some tutoring sessions, you’ll start this afternoon after school.”

Luke blinks. “Wait, what?” Clearly, he hasn’t been paying attention nearly enough. Since when was tutoring on the table?

The teacher spreads her hands. “You need a little more help and organization to stay on track. Tutoring is the perfect answer to this.”

“Is it?” Luke asks feebly.

“Absolutely,” the teacher decides, and that’s that. Luke tries to wheedle his way out of it through repetition of how busy he is, like, all the time, but it doesn’t matter. She’s caught him in a half-lie and there’s nothing he can do to avoid it.

Reggie’s waiting for Luke outside the door when he finally leaves. “What happened in there?”

“Pure misery,” Luke groans, and contemplates giving himself a concussion by ‘accidentally’ falling down the stairs so he can go home without having to go to tutoring.

Unfortunately, Reggie enlists Alex in keeping Luke free of head trauma, and so he finds himself in an empty classroom later that afternoon, mournfully watching all of the other students leave the school with no doubt wonderful plans awaiting them.

Luke’s just starting to wonder if his tutor isn’t going to show up after all (after fifteen minutes, he’s legally allowed to leave, right) when someone slides into the seat in front of him.

“Sorry about being late,” they gasp, “I just found out I was doing this like ten minutes ago.”

Luke breaks his desolate stare out the window to glance at his tutor and instantly, he feels the crushing weight of shame bear down on him tenfold. It would have been one thing to have a total stranger be his tutor, someone Luke could avoid looking at in the hallways and never speak to again, but he knows this girl. More importantly, he’s thought she was cute for at least the last four years.

This is the worst case scenario, then. Y/N L/N is smart, she’s pretty, and judging by the fact that Luke always sees her in a group of friends laughing at her jokes, she’s funny, too. Definitely someone Luke would want to impress through gigs or shows instead of, say, his crumbling English grades.

“I’m Y/N,” she says, and Luke realizes that she’s probably been waiting for him to say something. Great, he can’t even introduce himself properly.

“Luke,” he answers, “but you probably knew that already.”

Y/N laughs, and judging by the slightly manic tone behind it, she’s just about as composed about the whole thing as he is. That makes him settle slightly in his chair, lowering his guard. “I was told that I would be tutoring you when I was trying to leave class. Ms. Brown pulled me aside when the bell rang and told me about it.”

“That makes two of us,” Luke grumbles.

The corners of Y/N’s lips quirk up before she manages to tamp them down again, and if Luke weren’t totally out of his mind, he might even say that Y/N has the same attitude towards their English teacher as he does. That would certainly make this whole tutoring experience a lot more interesting.

“So,” she says, clearing her throat in an attempt to sound official, “you wanted to talk about essay pointers, right?”

Luke starts to say something about how he didn’t want any of this, actually, but Y/N arches a brow and he relents. “Yeah, essay stuff. The last one didn’t go over too hot.”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, contemplating this. “Did you agree with her grading?”

“Yeah,” Luke admits, “she wasn’t wrong to mark me down, I kind of did it the night before in one sitting.”

Y/N frowns. “Really? Why’d you put it off so long? I thought you liked writing. Whenever I see you, you’re always jotting something down in that notebook of yours.”

Luke grins. “You’ve been watching me? That’s creepy, you know.” He’s obviously holding back a laugh, though, so the comment has no trace of a barb.

Y/N rolls her eyes, although her face looks a little hot at the moment. “Just answer the question.”

“Alright,” he says, hands raised in mock surrender, “you’re right, I do like writing.”

“Then why wait until the last minute to do the essay? I mean, I get not having a ton of time to work on assignments, but if you really do enjoy writing, it shouldn’t be all that bad, right?”

Luke groans. “ This is different. It’s not fun writing,” he tries to excuse himself.

It sounds bad even to him. Already, Luke can see how this is going to play out– she’ll laugh at him, maybe, say that someone who just got a grade like him can’t possibly be thinking about writing and fun in any way at all. She doesn’t, though. Instead, she nods and smiles at him. A real smile. Not mocking in any way.

“What is fun writing, then?” She asks.

Luke blinks in surprise. “Well, writing songs is fun, I guess,” he stammers, “stuff that actually matters, you know? All these essays are the exact same, but songs are all different. That’s why I care about them and not some pointless paper.”

Y/N nods. “That makes sense to me. So you release music, right?”

Luke isn’t sure where she’s going with this, but he’s perfectly happy to talk about music instead of that offensive red scribble all over his paper, so he plays along. “Yeah, me and my band. We try to, at least.”

“Have you ever gotten a review that bothered you? Not because they didn’t like it, but because they disliked your songs for the wrong reason? Like you had a whole story in mind for your album but the critics just ignored it?” She prompts him.

“Yeah,” Luke says, eyes widening with irritation, “Man, it’s so annoying. You go to all the trouble of writing out these ideas, and you make them have a really good meaning, too, and then it’s like they never read it at all. It makes me so mad sometimes, I want to write a column or something in response about how they totally missed my point.”

“Like, say, an argumentative essay about the real strengths of your chosen piece of writing?” Y/N says as casually as she can.

Luke’s about to argue and say that’s not like this at all, but on second thought, it is. It totally is. “Wait, you’re right. I never thought about it like that, but you’re right. Y/N L/N,” he decides on the spot, “I really like you.”

She grins back at him. “Luke Patterson, I like you too.”

That settles it for him. Luke had been annoyed at the thought of having to suffer through tutoring beforehand, but maybe he’ll be alright with it now. Y/N isn’t a part of the oppressive legion of teachers all conniving to make his life a living hell because he wants to be a musician instead of a doctor or a banker, she’s on his side. That makes it all better somehow.

And, unsurprisingly, it is better. Luke actually ends up having a really good time in his tutoring sessions with Y/N. They don’t feel like tutoring at all, more like a chance to hang out with a friend. They talk about Jane Austen and tell awesome jokes, read Shakespeare and spend more and more time together. Luke knows this is only a temporary thing until his grades get back up, but it’s too easy to forget that.

Until, one day, it isn’t. His English teacher hands back an essay with a bright red ‘A’ marked on the front, and tells him that she’s proud of all the progress he’s made so quickly. Instead of a sigh of relief, the only thing escaping Luke’s lips is a desolate sigh. After all, if Luke’s improved to this point, that kind of means his tutoring sessions will be over, right?

Y/N doesn’t know that, though. Y/N doesn’t have access to his grades. All she knows is what Luke tells her, and if informing her of his latest essay win means she’ll stop seeing him after school, why should Luke let slip a single syllable?

So, later that day, when Y/N asks him how the latest essay went, Luke shrugs and pretends to be disappointed. “I’d hoped for more,” he says, “she, uh, didn’t like my commentary.”

“Really?” Y/N questions, frowning slightly, “I thought you were really good at that.”

Luke’s eyes widen, caught in a lie. “Who knows with teachers, right?” He laughs weakly.

Y/N pretends to shudder. “I know, right? I feel like half of your grade is literally just how much she likes you. English classes are always so subjective.”

“Subjective?” Luke asks, grinning and propping his chin up on his hand, “Tell me about that.”

Y/N laughs. “Only if you promise we’ll talk Jane Eyre immediately afterwards. Immediately.”

“I so swear,” Luke intones, holding up his right hand with all the solemnity of a president being sworn into office.

Y/N swats him on the shoulder with her notebook, but she obliges, and maybe they don’t talk about Jane immediately. Maybe they laugh a little longer than usual. And maybe, just maybe, Luke thinks that he’s perfectly fine with obscuring the truth if it means he can have more of this when he needs it the most.

The truth, unfortunately, has a habit of making itself heard regardless of who is inclined to hide it. Luke comes into their usual study spot in the library one day to see Y/N waiting for him, not already in her seat like normal but standing tentatively at the side.

He frowns, slinging his backpack down on the ground and pulling up a chair. “Everything alright? You look like you’re about to run. If you’ve got something planned, we can do this another day.”

Y/N shakes her head slightly. “No, I’m free all day.”

Luke gestures towards the table. “Then sit down, my legs are getting tired just looking at you. We’ve got stuff to study, don’t we?”

“Well, that’s what I was going to ask about,” Y/N says, “Ms. Brown stopped me after class today, said she had someone else she wanted me to tutor. I said I was already booked with you and she was confused. Apparently you’ve been doing just fine for quite some time.”

Luke feels his breath catch in his throat. This is not how he’d wanted Y/N to find out. For what must be the hundredth time this year, Luke sends out a silent curse to all meddlesome English teachers.

“Yeah,” he says as carefully as he can, “I have, but only because of your expert tutoring. It’s like antibiotics, you know? You don’t stop taking ‘em when you start feeling better, only when the prescription is over.”

Y/N blinks at him in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying not to feel like everything is slipping out of control in an instant. “It was a simile, sorry. A bad one. All I mean is that we don’t have to stop this just because I got a good grade or two.”

Y/N almost looks like she’s smiling, but that could just be Luke being delusional. “I thought you didn’t want to do tutoring.”

“I didn’t at the start, but you’re different. We’re cool. We are cool, right?” Luke starts rambling more and more with each passing second, but he can’t help it. He’s overthinking everything. What if he’s literally just been a tutee this whole time, and she doesn’t think they’re friends at all?

Y/N stares at him a second longer, then takes a seat at last. “Luke Patterson, are you telling me that you like my company so much that you’re willing to keep going to extra English practice just to see me?”

Luke can feel his face heating up, but he does his best to ignore it. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds–” He still has a little bit of self control left, so he cuts himself off before he can make a truly terrible mistake.

Y/N catches him, though. “It sounds like what?”

“It sounds like I like you,” he admits, and Y/N’s smiling at him, so he decides to take the leap of faith and just do what he’s been wanting to do for quite some time. Since the start of this, actually. “And I do like you. I like you a lot. I might not need the tutoring anymore, but that doesn’t mean I want to stop seeing you. So what if we met up sometime soon? Not for English, for us.”

Luke decides that he likes Y/N’s smile more than anything. “Are you asking me out?” She says.

“I am,” he affirms. “Are you saying yes?”

“I am,” she repeats.

Suddenly, Luke feels like the luckiest kid of all. Maybe he does have to throw in a good word or two for meddlesome English teachers after all. Sometimes they have a way of connecting you with the best people in the world.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!

jatp tag list: @rogueanschel, @retvenkos, @callsign-scully, @lovesanimals0000, @amortensie

[lilac-hecox]

i'd love to request some jealous anthony! smut or non-smut, just anthony feeling incredibly jealous about ian. happy 800!

Ian/Anthony - Jealous - Ianthony

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Anthony has worked very hard to not be a jealous person. He wanted to give people their dues who earned and deserved it. He wasn’t the type of person who got uppity about his partners having close friends, spending time with people who weren’t him, he felt he didn’t need that kind of negativity in his life or that energy to be created around him. 

He tries very, very hard to not be jealous, but all that careful mediation and letting go of his jealous thoughts seem to leave his head when it comes to Ian. 

Anthony’s always been maybe a tad possessive of his best friend. That part of him has only been made a little worse once they separated and reunited. Now, he and Ian were lowkey flirting like crazy seemingly all the time, a thick and real attraction between them, yet nothing has happened to shift them into the next level of their relationship. 

And because Ian is single and handsome and hilarious. It’s only natural he gets flirted with. 

Ian and Anthony are out on a walk in Ian’s neighborhood and they hit up the small cafe that Anthony knows Ian takes his dates to so he can often walk there and walk home afterwards. It’s Ian’s usual haunt and he has that sort of easy confidence that comes with his natural lack of social anxiety. 

The man behind the counter takes their orders, and it’s when he and Anthony move to the side to wait for them, that the woman working one of the blenders notices him. 

“Ian!” she says brightly, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear as she smiles, “I haven’t seen you in a bit.” 

“Hi, Carrie, it’s nice to see you,” Ian says, his smile real and not forced. “I’ve been busy with work.” 

“Ah, Mr. Creative. Hope it’s going well.” 

Ian nods, “Yeah, it is. It’s really well. How are your college classes going?” 

“Ever closer to graduating!” she chirps, and smiles at him sweetly. 

How much do they talk to each other that Ian knows that she’s in college? Anthony feels the little tug of jealousy in his belly and he tries to will it away. It’s silly. Ian is here all the time, of course he knows the barista’s and they know him. 

He stares at the side of Ian’s face and silently nudges Ian with his thoughts to notice him or at the very least to freaking introduce him. 

The girl is pretty, and talkative, and she’s in college so she’s likely smart too. She looks around their age give or take a few years, and she laughs at Ian’s quips, smiles a fraction too softly as she hands Ian his drink from behind the counter. 

Her smile is nowhere near as soft, but is still kind when she hands Anthony his own drink. 

“I’ll see you later,” Ian says, sipping his matcha, “Mm, Carrie this is spot on.” 

“I know how you like it,” she says, winking at him. 

Anthony’s belly burns with jealousy. Is Ian that dense he doesn’t notice the blatant flirting? Or maybe he does, but he likes it. He wants her to flirt with him. 

Anthony sips his own soy, vegan, coffee as he and Ian sit together at a little table in the back of the shop. 

“Thanks for introducing me,” Anthony says sarcastically. 

Ian’s eyebrows go upward. 

“Shit, sorry. I know you hate small talk so I was sparing you.” 

Anthony shrugs and sips at his coffee. 

“You two seem close.” 

“Me and Carrie? Not really, we just talk when I come in for coffee.” 

“You knew she was in college,” Anthony points out. 

“She was reading a textbook one day when I ordered.” 

Anthony feels his face go a little pink. 

“She knows where you work?” 

“She knows I'm a ‘creative’ but we’re in Silver Lake, dude. Creatives are a dime a dozen.” 

Anthony is quiet and Ian sips his matcha. 

“She’s pretty,” Anthony points out. 

Ian gives him a look. 

“You think so?” 

“Yeah.” 

His stomach hurts. He needs to be a good friend to Ian. He can’t let his jealousy get in the way of something good for Ian. 

“She seemed like she was flirting with you.” 

Ian snorts into his drink. Anthony frowns. 

“What?” 

“I highly doubt she was flirting with me,” Ian says. 

Anthony’s frown deepens. “Why do you say that? Seems obvious to me.” 

“Maybe because she’s married? She also has, like, a one year old…a girl I think.” 

Anthony stares. He hadn’t seen a ring. Almost as if Ian was anticipating this he continues talking. 

“She takes her ring off while she works so it doesn’t get caught on the coffee grinder. I was here when she was showing the other barista wedding photos.” 

“Oh,” Anthony says, feeling very silly and embarrassed. 

Across the table Ian smiles into his matcha. 

“What?” Anthony asks, willing his face to cool down. 

“Seems like you were a little jealous,” Ian says. 

“I wasn’t. I-” 

“You sure? You got all quiet and your face got all red, like it is now.” 

Anthony drinks his coffee and he can feel his face burning at this point. 

“Well,” he says, fiddling with the receipt stuck to his cup. “I mean, you’re a good looking, dude. Of course a cute barista is gonna flirt with you.” 

“So,” Ian says, his voice even. “Are you jealous of me or her?” 

Anthony lets out an embarrassingly high laugh. Ian waits for an answer. 

“Okay…maybe I’m used to you flirting with, ah, with me lately,” Anthony mumbles. 

Ian’s smile grows wider.

“Don’t smile at me like that!” Anthony mutters, covering his face with his hands. 

“Hey,” Ian says, reaching out and touching Anthony’s wrist, “don’t be embarrassed. I have been flirting with you…and uh…you’ve been flirting back, right?” 

Anthony lowers his hands. Of all the places to have this conversation it’s in public in a coffee shop near Ian’s house. His heart is triple speed in his chest, but they are addressing it, this tension, the one that he knows even the Smosh cast senses based on the relentless shit they get over it and have since he returned. 

“Yeah,” Anthony says. 

Now, it’s Ian’s turn to smile like a dope, to wear a slight blush on his face. 

“So, I know I’m really no good at this whole relationship thing,” Ian says, “but I should let you know I’m having coffee with the person I like right now.” 

Anthony’s heart goes impossibly faster. He can’t help the grin that spreads across his face nor the bashful feeling swelling in his chest. 

“I…uh, same…same here,” Anthony says, licking his lips and looking at Ian. 

“So,” Ian says cooly, and fuck him for even thinking he’s not good at this shit, because Anthony feels like putty in his hands, “Why don’t we take our coffees to go and head back to my house to further discuss this, you know, where people can’t overhear us?” 

Anthony nods, a little breathless. He stands a little too quickly in his eagerness to leave. 

“Yeah, sounds good.” 

Ian laughs as he stands and nods towards the exit, leading Anthony out the door and back towards his place.

[devildom-moss]

Punishment (Belphegor)

What has Belphie done wrong, and how will MC try to punish him?

(Belphegor x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Belphegor) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: masturbation, bondage, sex toys, “baby boy” and “good boy” for Belphegor, kind of exhibitionism and voyeurism, mentions of somno)

Word Count: +1900

You sighed as you kneeled by the door to the attic with a lock pick. Everyone else was eating in the kitchen. Finally, the bolt turned, and you were able to slip into the room, returning the door to its locked position. Belphegor was huddled in blankets, dead asleep – or at least you assumed so until you sat at the edge of the bed, and he turned (or rather the blanket mass rolled over) with a muffled moan.

“Belphie, do you want to go downstairs and eat dinner?” You placed a hand on the blanket creature.

“Oh, fuck,” Belphegor’s head emerged from his cocoon, “I was supposed to make dinner with you tonight.”

“About that,” you started, “you’ve been sleeping through a lot more things than usual. You haven’t kept many of your commitments to me or the others. Just this week, you’ve failed to show up to study sessions, you skipped multiple classes, and you ditched 2 council meetings – Lucifer was pissed by the way.”

“Yeah, I got the texts, angry voicemail, and the cursed letter that I didn’t open.”

“And then today,” you sighed, “I offered to help you with your cooking duties because I really wanted to try making that new recipe we found last week. But you came straight home, locked yourself in this room, and wouldn’t answer the door or your phone. It was getting late, and we were running out of time before Lucifer got home. It was too much work for one person, but I didn’t want you to get in trouble, so I had to ask Satan to fill in and help. We barely had the food ready in time, and we had to lie – not that Satan and I mind lying to Lucifer – and say that you were exhausted after cooking and went straight to bed. It’s starting to become an issue. Is something wrong?”

Belphegor had sat up while you told him what happened with dinner, and now he was staring down at his hands. “I can’t believe I missed out on cooking with you.”

“Belphie,” you tried to redirect him to the previous question.

“I’m sorry. I know I’ve been causing a lot of trouble this week, especially for you. The thing is,” he chewed on his lower lip for a second, still refusing to look at you, “remember how busy and social we were last week?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I haven’t exactly recovered yet. I feel so drained and exhausted. Even the extra sleep I’ve been getting hasn’t helped enough. I’m sorry that I’ve burdened you so much lately.”

“Oh Belphie,” you caressed his cheek, and he looked up at you briefly with damp eyes, but whether he was on the verge of tears or just had watery eyes from the exhaustion was unclear. Either way, he looked so sad and precious. “I’ll admit that I got annoyed with you this week, but I’m more concerned that you didn’t just let me know. I would have understood that you needed time to rest – or if I didn’t, I would have at least known why my baby boy wasn’t keeping his commitments.”

Belphegor shivered at the words “baby boy,” unintentionally humming in response to them. He removed your hand from his cheek and kissed your palm. “I’m sorry.”

“And I accept that apology, but I think some sort of punishment should be implemented for keeping this to yourself all week, if my baby boy has enough energy for it, that is?”

Belphegor gulped. The sultry way you said that had him hoping for the kind of punishment you both might enjoy. He nodded.

“Good boy. Go get wrist restraints – something comfortable.”

He nodded once more and hurried to a locked chest in the corner of the room with a note on it: “Belphegor’s. Don’t touch – especially Mammon. Cursed.” The “cursed” part was a lie, but Belphegor figured Mammon was too stupid to check. He rummaged through a tidy pile of rope, special candles, and assorted sex toys until he found his hair-on cowhide leather cuffs. They matched his favorite pillow, so they gave him added emotional comfort, which he might need.

As Belphegor was busy, you dragged a sturdy armchair over and turned it so that it faced the bed. When Belphegor returned, he looked at you, anticipation rendering him unable to speak. He handed the cuffs to you.

“Cute,” you pet him before motioning to the chair, “now, sit.”

He obeyed and placed his arms on each of the armrests, knowingly. You bent down and secured both cuffs around his wrists and the arms of the chair. With a light pink blush reaching his ears, he asked, “so what next?”

“You sit there like my good boy.”

You got up and sat on the bed, slowly caressing your inner thighs and recalling all of the times a needy Belphegor had crawling under your sheets in the night. When Belphegor was turned on, he became greedy with your body, yearning for your touch and letting his hands roam your body without pause or hesitation. On a few occasions, you had barely woken up before you felt his hot breath on your thighs, and on nights when you had foregone underwear and pants, he was all too eager to start kissing and licking wherever he pleased. The memory of his needy moans vibrating along your thighs as he begged for you to let him make you feel good gave you all the fuel you needed to slip a hand into your pants.

Belphegor had quickly learned that he’d achieve the outcome he desired (you holding him down and fucking him damn-near stupid) if he just put in a bit of work to get you as hot and bothered as he was. From there, you would take the lead. Having him in the room but still having to get yourself turned on felt slightly awkward. Between the feeling of his eyes fixated on you and your own knowledgeable hand, that awkwardness melted away. You writhed and moaned out his name.

“MC, you’re too hot,” Belphegor whispered, wriggling in his seat, trying to get any pleasure from the friction. You ignored him.

“Belphie,” you gasped, conjuring the memory of him moaning and panting beneath you as he scratched down your back. That memory was interrupted by a frustrated whine and the quiet creaking of the chair as Belphegor squirmed. His eyes were begging you to look at him, but you continued to ignore him, choosing to focus on your memories of him.

“I want to touch you, too,” he said raggedly.

Nothing. The only response was an erotic wet noise as you continued to touch yourself.

“Please,” he begged, slightly unsure of what he was asking for and if you would hear him. He had never been so disappointed to hear your breath hitch as you continued to pleasure yourself. His heart nearly broke as it hit him: he’d failed to be there for you all week without any explanation. Of course, he didn’t deserve to be heard now. Even though he should have been grateful to watch you get off to the thought of him, Belphegor felt guilty that this was hardly a punishment and yet he still wanted more. He wanted to touch you and let you use him. Even worse, he wanted you to help him feel good, too, while simultaneously believing he didn’t deserve it. With every moan, you pushed everything else out of his mind. He could see that you were getting close. The guilt and mental conflict had him choked up, and through tears he begged again, “please. Don’t ignore me, please.”

He sounded so pathetic as he sniffled, and you figured you had gone on long enough. You gave yourself a second to come down from the edge, and got up, discarding your pants on the floor in the process.

“MC?” he cried, turning his head to watch you. You returned with a medium-sized vibrator plug and looked down at Belphegor. He was still crying and sniffling, so you wiped his tears with your clean hand and kissed his cheek, causing him to whimper. “Is that for me?”

Instead of answering, you kneeled down and removed Belphegor’s pants and underwear for him. “So hard, and I didn’t even touch you.”

“I can always get hard for you,” he tried to be cheeky, but lost some of his tenor under the tears. You grabbed one of his legs, and he yelped before anxiously blurting out, “are you just going to put it in?”

“Do you think you deserve lube?”

“I suppose not,” he admitted shamefully. You chuckled in response and stood up.

“Well, I’m using it anyway.” You kissed his neck and whispered into his ear, “you’re still my precious baby boy, and I don’t want to hurt you like that.”

With the toy properly lubricated, you lifted his leg again, as he tried to adjust himself for easy access. You pushed into him slowly – almost excruciatingly slow. You paused about 2 inches in and activated a subtle vibration with a remote. Belphegor moaned and began to pant, his nails digging into the arm of the chair. “More. Please. I can take more.”

You left the vibration on low and continued to slowly slide the toy into Belphegor’s ass. Another two inches, and he had taken it to the base. By then, he was leaking pre-cum and his thighs trembled as he rubbed them together.

“Now, can I get back to it?” you asked.

“What?” Belphegor looked up at you, his eyes still watery and his face flushed pink. You sat on the bed across from him and started to touch yourself again, focusing on him instead of the memory of him this time. He whimpered, “no, let me touch you.”

“No, baby boy,” you cooed, and briefly turned the vibrations up to high – just to remind him of his position. He gasped and twitched.

It was easier to get back to where you had been while looking at him. His eyes only left you when a wave of pleasure hit him, his eyes fluttered shut, and his head rolled back. Belphegor’s cheeks were still stained, thin dried rivers reflecting the dim attic light. He was so pretty. As you got closer to orgasm, you increased the vibration speed for him.

“MC, please, please I’m so close. Can I cum?”

“I’m close too; cum with me, baby boy.”

You kept going until the pleasure overcame you, with Belphegor reaching his peak seconds after. The afterglow was interrupted with urgent whining.

“MC, please, I’m sensitive. Turn it off.” Belphegor squirmed in discomfort.

You slowly lowered the speed to off as you got up, legs slightly unsteady. You kissed Belphegor while undoing the cuffs for him. Once both of his hands were free, he started caressing you all over. However, he shifted in just the right way, causing him to yelp against the kiss. You pulled away confused.

“Could you take it out for me,” he asked.

“Sure, baby. Get up slowly and bend over the bed for me.”

He did as he was told and you gently removed the toy for him, hushing his whimpers sweetly. Once the toy was out, he stood up, and you kissed his back, leaving kisses along his shoulders. Belphegor hummed in bliss.

“My good boy,” you spoke the words against his neck, “let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll get you something to eat before sending you off to bed, okay?”

“Can I sleep in your bed, tonight?” Belphegor asked, turning in your arms.

“Yes, my good boy.”

“Good.” He smiled cutely, and nipped at your shoulder before kissing it and nuzzling against you. He finally felt refreshed. 

~

Punishment (others)

Barbatos | Asmodeus | Lucifer

A/N: I’m going to try to eventually get to everyone and make this a series. The next one will probably be Barbatos, but if you have any requests, send them in, and I might work on that next/move that character to the top of the list. (Once I write more, I’ll link the others at the bottom of the story so it’s easier to find other characters) 

[purplephantomwolf]

Love in Motion

Chapter Three

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two

Next Chapter: Chapter Four

Masterlist

April 5, 2022

6:30 pm

     My phone vibrates, pulling my attention away from the lab report I’m currently working on. I smile as Luke’s name flashes up on the screen. 

Luke: Good morning, Lydia

Me: Good morning, Luke

Luke: Did you sleep well and have a good day? 

Me: I did! Did you sleep well and have a good day as well? What did you do during the day?

Luke: I did too! I spent the day putting some finishing touches on an event for this weekend. Did you watch any more F1 during class today?

Me: No, I was a good student today. But I’ve got a Monza quali on as I work on my lab report. 

Luke: Ahh, that was an exciting weekend for McLaren. 

Me: Shhhh! Don’t say anything! I don’t know the results!

Luke: Sorry! My lips are sealed. 

Me: I know that Max obviously wins the championship, but that’s literally all I know about the season. I’ve managed to not see any of the results. 

Luke: How have you managed that? 

Me: I know literally no one who watches F1, so no one to spoil it for me. 

Luke: Well, now you have a friend to talk to about it. 

Me: I do! You’re going to get a bunch of texts on Saturdays and Sundays about it. 

Luke: That sounds good to me. I won’t be able to respond to them because those are my busy days. 

Me: Sounds good. I’ll try to not overwhelm you with texts then. 

Luke: Alright. Do you want to continue our game of 20 questions? 

Me: Sure, it was your turn to ask a question!

Luke: Okay, going to go deep here. What’s your biggest fear?

Me: Damn, that is deep. But I think it’s not being able to find someone. I fear that I’m going to end up alone, with no friends, no significant other. My turn to go deep. What do you do to cope when things get hard? 

Luke: I go to my family and friends. I talk to them about what’s going on and what I’m struggling with. What’s your favourite thing about yourself, physically and not physically?

Me: Physically, my eyes. Not physically, probably my ability to get along with everyone. What’s your biggest pet peeve about social media?

Luke: The hate that everyone dishes out because they’re behind a screen. It’s awful to see the things people comment on posts of the drivers and their friends, just because they’re behind a screen. 

Me: I’m sure. I personally dislike social media, so I’m not really on it. I’m only on TikTok and Discord. 

Luke: No Instagram? No Twitter? 

Me: Not even Facebook. 

Luke: Damn, I wish I could do that. I have to do it for my job. 

Me: Yeah, it’s nice not having to worry about putting up a facade for my fellow college students to hate on. 

Luke: Yeah, that’s nice. So, photography. Your photos are excellent. How did you get so good?

Me: Well, my grandpa was a photographer for a while. I used to spend a lot of time in his studio, so I kind of picked things up from him. Then I took some classes in high school. I’ve luckily managed to find time each week to take photos in college, so I haven’t lost my skills. 

Luke: That’s awesome. You mentioned that your parents won’t let you do photography. Why don’t you find a job in it and then move out? 

Me: I’ve thought about it. But there’s no jobs that I’ve seen that I would be interested in. 

Luke: That sucks, I’m sorry. 

Me: It’s okay! I’ve been keeping an eye out though. 

Luke: Okay, so what got you interested in Formula 1? 

Me: I saw a TikTok of one of the drivers one time and was like “He’s kinda cute and funny, wonder what he does.” Which led me down a rabbit hole that ended in an obsession with learning everything I can about the sport.

Luke: Interesting. Which driver was it?

Me: It was Charles, but then I was watching some old McLaren content of Carlos and Lando the same day, and Lando became my favorite. 

Luke: So Lando has always been your favourite?

Me: I’d say that yeah. What got you into the F1 world?

Luke: I had a friend that was in karting when I was a kid. He got me interested in the industry, and I thought it would be fun to plan the events for the drivers and fans. 

Me: That’s fun! As much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I should go be a good student and work on my homework. 

Luke: Oh! Sorry for distracting you!

Me: It’s okay! I’ll talk to you once I’m done with my assignment?

Luke: Yeah! Sounds good to me!

Me: Perfect! Talk to you later!

Luke: Bye Lydia!

     I put my phone down and focus back on my assignment. I groan seeing that I still have five questions left. I hunker down and start making my way through the questions. 

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9 pm

Me: I am back. I have completed the god awful homework. 

Luke: That’s a win. So, tell me a little about yourself. 

Me: Well, what do you want to know?

Luke: Anything you want to tell me. 

Me: Well, I’m a 20 year old chemistry college student. My birthday is May 17. My favorite color is purple. I love watching YouTube, specifically Smii7y. I absolutely love music, I’m always listening to it. I like art and creative activities. Tell me a little about yourself now. 

Luke: Well, I’m a 21 year old event manager for McLaren F1 racing team. My birthday is November 13. I love traveling the world and taking photos, too. I love hanging out with my friends and family.

    I yawn as I read Luke’s message. I rub my eyes, trying to stay awake to continue the conversation. 

Me: I am currently fighting sleep so hard. 

Luke: Go to sleep, Lydia. We can talk tomorrow. 

Me: Okay, sounds good. Good night, Luke. Talk to you tomorrow. 

Luke: Good night, Lydia. Talk to you tomorrow.

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Taglist: @dilemmaontwolegs @copper-boom @ironmaiden1313 @ophcelia

[tmntxthings]

Not a request and sorry if this is weird to ask but you doing okay? You haven’t posted in a bit and was just wondering if everything was good or if it’s just general life things getting in the way of creativity atm 

this isn’t weird at all, I find it very endearing in fact! I didn’t want to make an announcement or something like that (tbh getting personal on social media just isn’t me) but yeah I think I may be depressed. In fact, this whole summer I may have been and just didn’t want to accept it. My relationship of four years had been on the rocks that entire time and we finally decided to call it in August.

I’ve also been feeling very anxious with my first semester via online schooling for my masters and I don’t know what to expect. Then on top of that I’ve been desperately looking for a job in my chosen career field. It hasn’t been easy but I’ve got another interview tomorrow!

So yeah, just ✨life✨in general! I’ve been reading a ton! But anytime I even think about writing I can’t even open up a draft 😅 I hope that once I get really busy with a job and school it’ll kickstart my creativity! All things considered I’m doing well!! Just not super active atm <3

thank you anon for your sincere inquiries, i hope you have a great day/night 💕

[gingerjunhan]

somebody else - goo gunil

☆彡 hi besties, this is my first work after coming back to school, so sorry if she isn’t the best. I was really in the mood to write some comforting stuff for Gunil, so I cooked this up. Enjoy :)

word count: 946 | pronouns used: none | genre: hurt comfort, established relationship | cws: reader struggles with self confidence, crying, Gunil calls reader “beautiful”, lmk if I missed any

Another day home alone meant another day of scrolling through social media. You had been on Instagram for probably 30 minutes, scrolling through the comments of your boyfriend’s most recent post and looking at all of the fans.

Today was one of the days where your self confidence wasn’t the best. You’ve been in a slump lately, and today was definitely your worst day in a while. It was probably because Gunil had to go into the studio for a few hours, so you were left alone with your thoughts on a Friday evening when you could’ve been in your boyfriend’s arms instead.

You clicked on another comment under the post you were currently looking at. The profile picture showed a girl who looked to be about your age. She was pretty- all of her features seeming to be the exact opposite of yours. Her profile picture was her at the gym, wearing a cute matching set of workout clothes that showed off her shape well. Despite the fact that she had just finished a workout, she still somehow looked perfect.

I haven’t even thought about going to the gym. You admitted to yourself mentally. Gunil keeps asking me to join him but I keep turning him down. Maybe I should go.

You were so busy wallowing in your own self pity that you didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until Gunil greeted you as he walked in the room that you finally noticed him.

“Hey baby, I’m home.” Gunil came and leaned over the couch to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Sorry I took so long today.”

“It’s okay,” you said to him, trying to sound happy to see him. As you looked up at Gunil, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked.

He was wearing very casual clothing- just a t-shirt and some jeans- but he looked so good. The way his sleeves fell over his shoulders, being just short enough to show off his arms. The fabric of his shirt that tucked itself into his waistband, causing just enough tension in the fabric to show off his toned chest. How he opted to wear his glasses today, which always seemed to amplify his beautiful facial features. He was so handsome, you just couldn’t imagine what a guy like him saw in someone like you.

You must’ve been staring for a little too long, because Gunil took notice of the look that crossed over your face. “(Y/N)? Are you okay, love?”

You shook your head slightly, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “Oh, yeah. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? You seem upset.” Gunil finally took a seat next to you, setting a hand on your knee. “What’s the matter?” A brief silence fell over the room as you felt your emotions begin to take over.

“I…” you looked him in the eye, but then quickly looked away. “I don’t understand what you see in me.” Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but it was still there. You decided to be truthful with him, seeing that your options were to tell him the truth, or lie to him and keep feeling this way.

“What?” Gunil sounded genuinely surprised. “(Y/N), what do you mean?”

“You have so many fans who are so much prettier than me, Gunil. I don’t do anything special, and I’m not very pretty. I don’t see why you don’t just leave me for someone better.”

Genuine sadness washed over Gunil’s face, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to prick at your eyes. “Oh, honey no.” He pulled you into his arms, and you were quick to collapse into him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in the crook of his neck. “(Y/N), you’re so beautiful. Who could ever make you think otherwise about yourself?”

You refused to look at him, so you mumbled your reply into his neck. “I’ve seen your fans, Gunil. I’m nothing compared to them.”

Gunil took one of his hands that was wrapped around you and brought it up to start stroking your hair as he felt hot tears hit his skin. You were both holding each other so tightly, as if one of you was going to disappear.

“(Y/N), I love you. You know this. You could be in the middle of a crowd of all my fans, and I’d still look for you. You’re the most beautiful and important person in my life, okay? There’s no way I would choose someone else over you.” He spoke slowly, like he was making sure you heard every word. There was a moment of silence before either of you spoke again. Gunil was supporting you silently as you took a moment to collect yourself. Once you pulled away from him, you could finally look him in the eye.

“I didn’t mean to spring this all on you, I just haven’t been feeling the best lately.” You were once again choosing to be honest with him, knowing that he would support you no matter what. “I guess today was just a bad day.”

“And that’s okay,” Gunil reassured you. “I’ll be here for you through every bad day to help you turn it around.” He cupped your cheek with one of his hands, giving you a feather-light kiss before leaning his forehead on yours. “I love you so much,” he whispered in the space between you. “There’s nobody I’d rather be with than you.”

“Thank you,” you told him softly. “I needed to hear that.”

“I’ll remind you every day if I have to, my love. I don’t want to be with anybody but you.”

[envyq00]

You doin ok, buddy

I’m alright! Also sorry to everyone for my extended absence! I’ve been EXTREMELY busy with classes this semester. I thought I would have been able to deliver on a lot of the projects I set out to do but I haven’t. And while it’s been incredibly frustrating to deal with, I also realize that it’s been a very valuable learning experience for me, especially with time management and prioritizing stuff.

Anyway, all that to say that I’m still trying to figure out how to manage things. I haven’t really been posting regularly on any of my social medias except for minor status updates and memes. I’ve been trying to get at least ONE personal project done for Halloween. But yeah.

If you’re still waiting on your prize for the Stanley Parable DTIYS, I’ll definitely have the time to send those out in December. Again, I’m super sorry to keep people waiting but yeah, it’s just incredibly difficult for me to carve time out to make high quality rewards, especially for the entries that I was given. You guys are amazing and I want to give back the support I got as best as I can.

That also being said, I want to use my Tumblr for a lot more writing than art possibly? Idk, I just really enjoy writing and typing out my thoughts on a lot of stuff and I want to do it in a place that’s specifically built for- idk a BLOG, instead of my Instagram stories of all things. Especially cuz it is a lot easier and faster for me to just write out my thoughts on my interests. I do very much plan on continuing to post art but obviously with how busy I am, I’ll probably do more writing.

Anyway, just wanted to give a semi rambly update. Thanks for checking in!

[nihils-trolls]

“Take a seat, get comfy.”

Quilis sets herself down in her favorite chair in the parlor, throwing one leg up on her knee. Normally, she’d be more polite in entertaining a guest- but this is one she’s known for awhile now. So she gets straight to business. “What brings ya’ all the way out here, Ellie? It’s been awhile since you came over last.”

The thin blueblood sits across from Quilis, setting a small, white box on the low table between them. She smiles weakly. “Sorry about that. I’ve been pretty busy, running around lately-”

She's cut off by a wave of the purple’s hand, who interrupts briefly. “Hey, don’t apologize for being a living, breathing individual. Anyway, continue.”

Elaine sighs lightly. “... I had something to ask, and wanted to visit anyway. Brought these for you as a little gift.” She gestures to the box. “You like marzipan, right?”

Quilis's ears perk up as they lift the box to peek inside. Sure enough, the inside is lined with little, ornately-made marzipan fruits and chocolate truffles. “Damn. You must want something pretty bad,” they joke, setting it back on the table. “But let’s get to that in a bit. You been doing alright lately?” 

“I’ve been… okay. It’s been an interesting few perigees, I’ll say that.” Elaine gives an awkward chuckle. “Work has taken me to a few ‘out-of-the-way’ places. There was Junhip’s social I ended up attending, as well. … Did you go to that?”

“Fuck no.” Quil snorts. “I haven’t talked to Junhip in like, two sweeps. I think she’s still pissy about me not introducing her to Hyatai.”

“… Wha… Wait. I thought you two were acquainted. Why would she be so upset about that?” Elaine asks.

“Because Miss Fashionista is always looking for new tailors and such to extort after her old contacts eventually cut her off for underselling and being demanding.” Quilis hums amusedly. “She was looking for easy prey and I denied her.”

Elaine knits her brows. “I… didn’t know. Huh.”

“It’s not something a lot of trolls know about. I wouldn’t worry about it too much until she starts asking you for favors.” Quil shrugs.

The thought of Quilis- the troll who could get along with just about anyone- having such a disdain for someone puts Elaine’s mind ill at ease. Luckily, Quil seems to pick up on that- moving to try and change the course of the conversation.

“Was it a good party at least, or did it flop? Please tell me it flopped.”

“It was... alright? I don’t even remember what it was for- some new contract she signed or something. But…” She trails off, a slight grimace forming.

Quilis raises an eyebrow, leaning forward some. “ … But?”

“Well- I didn’t really stay for the whole thing. You know how she’s good friends with Zutani.” Elaine presses her hands together, beginning to fidget with them.

“Oh. Was he there, or something?” Quil then glances up for a second, then looks Elaine dead in the eye. “He didn’t bother you did he?”

“Huh? No- … Well,” Elaine was about to try and lie for the sake of her friend’s conscience. However, she decides against it. “… I wouldn’t call it bothering. He was just trying to make conversation-”

“-Yeah, after you told him you didn’t want to talk to him ever again,” Quil interrupts. They lean back into the chair. “That would fall under the definition of ‘bothering you,’ girl.”

Elaine shrinks under their comment. She looks down at the floor, wishing she could crawl under it- meanwhile, Quilis has more to add.

“Have you ever considered like, doing something more about him? To make sure he stays away? Because that’s not the first time he’s done that.”

“Actually,” Elaine starts up slowly, continuing to fidget with her hands. “I started a file for a restraining order. But I'm not really sure that it was such a good idea…”

Quilis, meanwhile, is silent for a moment as they give Elaine a questioning look. “Ellie- tell me again, why you broke things off with Zutani.”

The blueblood- a little confused- finally brings her gaze to meet Quil's. “... Because I didn't have any red feelings for him?”

“There was more to it than that.” Quil says bluntly.

Elaine then ponders a moment, not even getting to say that she was thinking about retracting the order. In fact, she’s not even thinking about that anymore. Quilis is right, there was a lot more to it than just not being very compatible.

“He made me uncomfortable by moving things too quickly. Lied to me and my friends, trying to separate us. Was agreeing that I would take on commissions without me actually saying so. I didn’t like the way he talked to me either- every little argument was always my fault. 

There was always the secrets he was keeping, too. But gods forbid I ever neglected to tell him anything.”

As Elaine went about listing her problems with her ex, Quilis sat patiently and folded their hands together. Waiting until they think she’s reminded herself of why she didn’t like the guy.

“So, in essence-” they start, “he’s a manipulative scumbag and you deserve better than that. He’s harassing you, and trying to make you miserable as some sort of revenge plot.”

Elaine nods, sighing lightly again. “Yeah, I guess so. It's sort of been getting worse lately…”

“... Elaine.”

“... Yes?”

“It’s been getting worse?” Quil asks, genuinely concerned.

Elaine has another moment of hesitation- trying to remind herself that she can speak freely here. There’s no one to overhear, and her friend wouldn’t go behind her back to hurt her. It’s difficult, but she manages to shove aside those paranoid concerns.

“I’ve... been seeing more of him around. At work a few times- in the market just recently. Nothing really came of it, besides more of his… ah…” She struggles to find the phrasing she wants to use.

“Jerking you around? General bullshit?” Quilis suggests. “And you thought getting the order was a bad idea? Are you sure you don’t wanna just…”

They then make a gesture of punching their palm- to which Elaine makes a face not unlike a sad puppy. 

“Okay, okay, fine-” Quil relents. “Just… let me know if something happens again, alright? Or get a hold of Hyatai. I’m sure he’d be more than willing to help you out if you need it.”

“I’ll… do my best.” Elaine says quietly. “Hopefully with this though, he’ll get the idea to leave me alone.”

“Hopefully,” Quilis agrees. They don't really have much to say on that matter- can't see the future, after all. So instead, they call back to an earlier part of the conversation. “... You said you wanted to ask me something, right?”

Elaine perks up some at the question, thankful for the change in topic. “Ah, yes. You know how to play a few instruments, right?”

The purple hums to themselves. “That piano over there isn't just for show.”

“I was just wondering… would you be willing to teach me something sometime? It doesn't have to be now, of course.” 

“Oh, yeah?” Quil raises an eyebrow. “What exactly were you thinking about learning?”

Elaine then pauses, unsure of what to say. There wasn't anything particular she had in mind. That, along with not really thinking she'd get this far for whatever reason.

“... You know what, maybe this is a question that can be answered while you're here.” Quil continues, picking up the box of goods from the table.

“We can take these to the kitchen, I'll make us something to drink, and then we can figure out what might be a good fit. If you've got the time, that is.”

Elaine gives them a small smile. “No, that sounds fine. I have the time, for sure.”

“Hell yeah. I love it when a plan comes together.” Quilis claps their hands and moves to stand, shortly followed by Elaine. The pair then exit the parlor, walking down the hall to make their way towards said kitchen to continue the conversation.

Though, the purple poses another question for Elaine- “Hey, how do you feel about the double bass?”

[c0smic-coral]

Something I think that’s likely gonna get raised is the whole Sherlock asexuality thing so lemme discuss that for a moment

Long post, not sorry. TLDR: Sherlock’s not asexual, he’s homosexual af.

As a Johnlock shipper, I am biased.

I’m also a victim of constant spoilers (mid Season 3 rn, I’ve been busy with life stuff and since they’re so long it can be hard to find the time between working on my debut EP, weekly therapy and social relationships) and I can say my interpretation of Sherlock’s sexual orientation confidently. I have read a little thing on Asexuality.org about why the person who wrote it thinks he’s not asexual. Person is question is also a Johnlock shipper and raised points on other adaptations of Sherlock and the original ACD books and I didn’t know this but ACD married John off to Mary OUT OF FEAR because this was the “homosexuality is illegal” time period and even then people thought knew Sherlock and John were in love. I can’t say ACD intended for Sherlock to be gay or John to be bisexual or whatever (John is definitely bisexual. I’m like ‘sure, you’re not gay. didn’t say he wasn’t bi’ also just THE WAY HE LOOKED AT SHERLOCK I FEEL WEAK) but the evidence was there from the start.

Sherlock isn’t really a sociopath either. He’s definitely autistic/Aspergian (the term is kinda dead though because Asperger was a Nazi or something idk my therapist still uses it) and as someone who is also autistic, I absolutely see this. I have social issues. I will avoid people I don’t like and I will eventually cling to the few people I trust without question (John’s that for Sherlock) to the point of obsession. And logical thinking. I do that too. I’m still nowhere near as smart as him, and I’m not as antisocial as him either. i think it might be worth noting that after i wrote that paragraph i mercilessly informed a classmate that i don’t want to attend her party because I don’t like her with no regard for her feelings before telling off some girls staring at a poster of the men’s swim team reminding them that the poster’s not a dating app. I am literally blonde american genderqueer bisexual not-as-smart teenage Sherlock.

Back to his sexuality.

It’s not a lack of interest in romance and sex. Hell, if you’ve read my posts you’d know I’m a hopeless (horny) romantic. I think for both of us it’s a lack of interest in being social with other people that still finds its way into being inconvenient due to occupations that involve interacting with other people (I don’t know if I’ve ever disclosed what I intend to do after college, but if I haven’t, I’m not gonna say it now, but it’s going to involve working with other people A LOT. And Sherlock’s a detective after all, you have to talk to other people for that). It’s a select few people. John, Molly, Mrs. Hudson, Irene for the time she was there.

And let me be clear; Irene was never with Sherlock in the source material and I’m very happy adaptations stay true to that (this is coming from someone who’s only seen BBC Sherlock and the RDJ movies). Irene intrigued him. He looked not on naked Irene in a sexually admiring way but still looked because he knew her measurements. And the RDJ movies, despite Mary being there for the whole time, pushed Johnlock wayyyy more than it pushed Adlock (apparently it’s Adlock). I applaud that. As for Sherlock being gay, us as the audience not being masters of deduction, people who suggested it in the show (Irene, Mrs. Hudson, Louise Mortimer, etc.) also not being masters of deduction yet we see it! We know it’s there and maybe Sherlock sees it. Maybe he doesn’t. It’s still there. It’s been pointed out that the way Sherlock looks at John IS THE SAME way Benedict Cumberbatch looked at Sophie Hunter in one photo, so… yeah. 🏳️‍🌈

The way I see Johnlock is more fluff than smut by a long shot, but that doesn’t make Sherlock asexual. A lot of relationships don’t have frequent sex. A good percent of people only have sex to have children, and that’s not just religious people either. I think they do do it, just not a lot.

Sherlock’s gay. There was nothing for Irene, Molly was one-sided, and… yeah. It’s always been John Watson, always will be. Thanks for reading.

[emeraldbabygirl]

I very strongly believe, and I’m not one to state my opinions on the sexuality of idols out loud unless I’m close with someone and it happens to come up in conversation, but I’m convinced that yoojung and kb are actually in a relationship and have been. Like, I’ve made jokes about their matching fits and them laying together and being all cute and shit and the whole “taebin flesh flap supremacy” but idk they have a strong chemistry just from what I’ve seen of them together that I’d be extremely baffled if they were not an item or even gay.

Maybe it’s just me wanting them to be together cause I like the thought of it and they are so cute together anyway even if they are just friends. I just idk I like the idea that they are just together and it’s kinda a secret but since they do the gay representation in all their stuffs that people just assume it’s fitting and they don’t question it idk. Anyway this is the only time I’ll ever say anything like this cause I don’t like to say “oh this idol is this and this one is def this” cause I don’t care and it’s not my business anyway, and I’m def not going to go on twitter or insta and say this cause for one thing I hate twitter so much and another thing is I don’t feel good about saying anything about an idol that might cause an argument or they might see it or it might just cause problems, esp on twitter because the piranhas on that site will take anything you say and turn it around and shit all over you I’ve seen it happen and experienced it myself. I hate twitter. Fuck twitter. I only have it to follow idols and a few friends but it’s so toxic, so many people are just straight up asswipes.

I’ve seen people go on places like twitter and tiktok where the idols have accounts and can check tags and look at stuff if they want and then like push their views and opinions on to idols and constantly bring up stuff and talk about stuff about an idol and like we don’t know them, we don’t know if something they see might make them uncomfortable we shouldn’t say stuff that can cause problems. In general like I don’t say stuff about idols, like I have this blog and I say whatever I want about an idol whether it’s negative or positive or sexual or whatever and they will never see it cause it stays on my blog. I don’t say anything to idols or about idols on insta or twitter if it’s going to cause a problem or they might see it and get upset. Ok I did one thing once, I haven’t done it since, as I joke (which you have to be careful when trying to joke with idols and people in general) anyway I said “please choke me” or something along those lines on a pic of st.van. That’s all I’ve said to an idol like that, I mostly just uwu and give idols compliments and sometimes they like them <3 but I’ve seen people like tag the idol or stuff and just kinda bug them or like spam comments on their lives and stuff idk anyway, and there’s people that are like, like on tiktok I’ve seen some people be like “don’t assume an idols sexuality” and then they say “but these idols are all gay” like bro. Bro what? Like you can assume all you want about an idol but don’t like rub it in their faces and like harass them just cause you assume they are or aren’t a certain way. And why should you care anyway? It’s their life and you’re not even like, we’re strangers and what they do or who they do is none of our business.

It derailed a bit but yeah I’m only saying this cause idk I..idk anyway as long as my shit talks and things stay on my blog and I’m not taking to social media and saying things that could snowball into something I’m okay. I just wanted to say that I really think KB and Yoojung would be so cute and I was joking about them getting married but if they did I think they would be together forever and yeah anyway. I might delete this later. Also also I’m not the best at putting my thoughts into words and I don’t think this post will upset anyone but if it does it’s not intentional and I’m sorry. I really just wanted to vomit about how cute kb and yoojung are and how I’m jealous of them and want what they have even if it’s just platonic, and I ended up..ranting.

Tl;dr: I think kb and yoojung are bofies and I didn’t want to say this on twitter cause I don’t want someone to carve it in stone and then harass me for my opinions or try to tell them specifically that they have to be gay cause another person said so or whatever. I’m just entertaining the thought purely for myself. AND THIS IS JUST MY OPINION PLEASE DONT EAT MY ASS. IM NOT EVEN GOING TO FIGHT ANYONE ON THIS LIKE I DONT KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM ITS JUST A SILLY OPINION. I don’t care if they’re gay I don’t care if they’re straight, I don’t care if they were purple leprechauns that lived in my butt, it don’t matter to me at all I just think they are cute is all. I really don’t care, if they’re happy they are happy it’s not my business and I’m not going to bang pots and pans together demanding that they be a certain way. Ok I’m done I’m sorry.

[danksimstho]

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General Buzz took himself and his children on a vacation to three lakes. He had a lot to talk about and wanted more time do it. Ripp however was already bored.

“This place is so dark and empty.” Ripp complained to himself as he explored the Hotel. “I really don’t want to share a bed with Buck. I need privacy.”

They quickly got hungry and Ripp ordered room service.

“How was your first semester at school?” Buzz asked Tank.

“It was good, I met a lot of friendly people.”

“How are your grades?”

“They’re pretty good. I have a study group and we all work pretty hard…”

“Are you still working out?”

Tank fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, all the time, Dad.”

Ripp looked up from his sandwich. “You let him call you Dad?”

Buzz coughed. “Yes. Now that he’s flown the nest we have more of a father-son relationship. He’s the man of his own house now, and I respect that.”

Ripp narrowed his eyes. “Can I call you Dad?” he asked.

“Hmm… We’ll see. All that eyeliner doesn’t really help your case of being a man. Plus, you’re getting a little pudgy.”

“Muscle weighs more than fat.” Ripp said.

“I’m not talking about weight, I’m talking about muscle mass.”

“I like how I look. I don’t want to become buff like you guys.”

Tank spoke up. “I think as long as he’s healthy it’s fine.”

Ripp smiled. “Thanks, Tank. A semester of college has done a lot for your demeanor.”

Tank scoffed. “Maybe. I’ve made a lot more friends at college than I ever did in high school.”

Ripp chewed his food. “That’s good. It’s always good to have friends. After Ophelia and Johnny moved to college I’ve been pretty lonely.”

“I think it’s good that they can’t influence you as much.” Buzz said. “They’re too old to be hanging around a kid like you.”

Ripp grumbled. “Do you ever see them around campus?” Ripp asked Tank.

“No, I haven’t. I’ve seen some aliens though.”

“Really?” Remarked Buzz. “They aliens are trying to learn from us? Don’t they have their own schools?”

“I suppose they do. But isn’t it fun to explore a different culture?” Said Tank.

“Is that why we’re here?” Ripp asked.

“I was hoping all this nature would encourage you and Buck to work out more. And I wanted to talk to Tank.”

Tank finished his sandwich and stood up from the table. “I haven’t seen my littlest brother in a while. I’m going to go see if he’s alright.”

Tank spun Buck around as they both laughed. “I missed you!” Tank admitted.

“You did?” Buck said, grinning from ear to ear. “I was hoping I’d be missed!”

“I’m sorry I never called. I could never find the time outside of school hours.”

“That’s okay. I’m used to not receiving calls. The General bought Ripp a cell phone but I said I didn’t need one.”

“I don’t even have a cell phone.” Said Tank. “The landline suits me fine.”

“Ripp was always on the landline. The General couldn’t make any work calls!”

“Ripp? Hogging the phone? Perish the thought.”

Buck laughed.

“Has your big brother been good to you while I’ve been gone?”

“Yeah! He paints with me and plays with me sometimes. He’s usually doing his own thing in his room but he always has such deep conversations with me.”

“I’m glad you’re not too lonely. Have you made any friends at school yet?”

“Not really. I brought a few friends home from school but I was too busy with chores to spend time with them.”

“You’ll make friends, eventually. You’re a chatterbox on wheels..."

Buzz brought them to the park because they were filled with energy and excitement of vacation and needed something to do. Ripp was uncertain he would have any fun and messed with his hair nervously.

“This is our first family vacation since Lyla left. How are you feeling?” Buzz asked Tank.

“Oh I’m feeling okay. I haven’t really thought about Mom, I’m just enjoying my time with the family I have left. Ripp came up with me and started a conversation earlier, and it was a good one. That’s rare with him.” Tank replied.

“He’s not the best with social skills. He doesn’t like to fit in, I think. He’s the opposite of a sociopath, he feels so strongly and does not change his personality to suit a social situation.” Buzz responded.

“He likes to be himself. He’s got a strong identity, but I think it’s a very immature one. I don’t mean to speak badly of him though! I’m trying to change how I see him.” Tank continued.

“You’re right, It would do us both some good if I gave him more understanding. We’re family and I can’t just make him go away. I just wish he looked up to me like you do.”

Meanwhile inside the small giftshop Ripp was performing for an audience. He was bored to tears and he thought perhaps he could be the singer for Johnny and Ophelia’s band. The cashier seemed to fancy Ripp and his antics, but even with his charm on full blast she couldn’t be torn away from her work. By the time he went back to the hotel his tip Jar was empty. 

“Maybe this vacation isn’t so bad” Ripp thought, eyeing up the other guests in the lobby. The older woman was attractive but Ripp knew it was inappropriate for him to hit on her so instead he set his eyes on the boys his age.

He struck up conversation with the handsome stranger after he finished speaking to his friend. Turns out he was a local staying at the hotel because his house was being fumigated.

“Where are your parents?” Ripp asked.

“They’re staying in a different hotel, this place was booked.” Abjheet replied.

“Oh, so you’ve got a room all to yourself? That must be nice. I have to share my bed with my younger brother.”

“Who all did you come with?”

“My Dad and my two brothers. Don’t ask about my Mom. She’s not with us.”

Abjheet nodded his head in understanding. “What sights have you seen so far?”

“We only went to the park. There was a cool bear statue but… I’m much more interested in people. Like you.”

Abjheet smiled. “I’m interested in you too! Hey, do you wanna go for a swim?”

“Sure, let me get changed.”

Ripp got into the hot tub with Abjheet and his friends but was bored when they talked about money, crime, and politics. He tried to change the subject but they were resistant so he just got out of the hot tub and went to bed. 

Ripp fell asleep before he noticed Buck’s snoring so they both slept well into the morning with little complaint.

The next morning Ripp called Ophelia and Johnny, each of them trading off the phone before going to class. Ripp felt like he was thriving.

Ripp and Buck rolled around on the log and enjoyed the last few days of Buck’s childhood together.

“Hey Buck do you remember your makeup?”

“Mhm.”

“Would you ever want to put some makeup on me? I… Really want to try makeup, but I think you’re better at it than I am.”

“Makeup’s not too hard.” He took a bite of cereal. “You work with what you’ve got, accentuating the natural features. Kind of like a cartoon. You paint right?”

“Yeah,” he paused. “Well only when you’re not using the paint.”

“Well I’d just do it how I would do it for a drawing. You need to practice it to get good at it.”

“I’d love to practice but I feel like Dad wouldn’t look too kindly on that.”

Buck chewed his cereal in thought. “What’s his problem with makeup anyway? There’s nothing wrong with it… It’s just fun.”

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[wandaluvstacos]

Chapter 21 of Good Investment is now up on my Patreon!

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Adri Schvaneveldt has always felt split between two worlds. In one world, they are the adopted child of a large and conservative Mormon family. In another, she is the CEO of a burgeoning fashion empire that pushes boundaries. But in order to be the latter, Adri first has to find the funding. After gaining a hefty following as a social media influencer/model, Adri has the potential customers– if they can get a reliable production model pounded out. And that means a bit of groveling at the feet of investors, most of who have never even heard the term “non-binary”.

But Adri lucks out with Gideon Snow, whose youth and open mind bring much needed funds to make Adri’s dream of diverse, accessible fashion a reality. Of course, lifting a newborn company to its feet is no small task, and late nights drive Adri to occasional stays at Gideon’s nearby house, where their relationship begins stretching beyond business. Adri knows they can’t put an entire business venture at risk for the turbulent whims of their heart. But reason doesn’t always win out.

Excerpt:

“So on a scale of one to ten, how excited are you to go home?” Gideon asked.

“I’d say around a two.”

“Pretty low. When was the last time you were there?”

“Six years ago.”

“Wow. So it’s been a while.”

Adri nodded. “Before my surgery. I wonder if they’ll even notice.”

“Your surg—oh right, the facial surgery.”

“I’m going to guess they won’t notice, because they haven’t seen me in person for so long and it’s not like I’m on Facebook posting my face all the time.” Her parents weren’t even on Facebook, probably the only ones in the extended family that weren’t. “I’m just bracing myself for being deadnamed and misgendered for a week.”

“Are you going to come out to them?”

Adri sighed. That was a good question. “I guess I have to.”

“How do you think they’ll take it?”

“Badly, probably. But there’s no other option. I can’t keep giving them excuses for why I can’t visit and drawing out the pain. Better to make the break quick.”

“I’m sorry. That sounds awful.”

Adri shrugged. “Just the way things have to be. What about you? How often do you visit?”

“As little as I can. I think the last time I visited was four years ago, and I learned my lesson on staying with my parents. So now I’ve rented a really nice cabin near Solitude instead.”

“You don’t get along with your parents?”

“Better with my mother than with my father. He always has this need to talk about politics with me, which means we fight a lot.”

“Makes me glad that my parents aren’t terribly political, at least not any more than the basic church teachings. Which is…” Adri shook her head, “… more political than I’d like.” Time to change the topic, as Adri was already going to be spending an inordinate amount of time lamenting the political leanings of her parents this week. “So you’ll be skiing at Solitude?”

“Yeah. If you’d like to join, I have no problem paying for your lift tickets and rental.”

Adri didn’t want Gideon to be in the habit of paying for her, but at the same time, he also was worth a lot more than she was. Maybe it was only fair. “What days are you going?”

“Could be any day, though I’ll probably go on the days after Christmas.”

“I’ll have to let you know.”