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moonstruckme · 3 months ago

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Thawing Out

summary: You and Sirius are in dire need of a new coach just weeks before the Olympics. Remus is a former figure skating prodigy forced to retire after a career-ending injury. Though it's not smooth skating right away, those stiff Olympic village beds are dying to be broken in.

collab with @ellecdc

cw: modern au, chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Remus still wakes before dark every morning. It’s automatic, an urgency and excitement that thrums through him like an old instinct, born from years of his alarm clock rousing him at this time. The rink is always at its best right now, when they’ve just finished resurfacing the ice and no one else is around. It was Remus’ favorite time to practice.

Now, he has a new reason to get up. His hip clicks as he does it, so he starts his day with a couple of proactive painkillers. If he really wanted to be proactive he would stretch like he’s supposed to, but there’s no time and Remus doesn’t feel like it. He’ll pay his toll for the negligence later.

The webpage of his Airbnb boasted a five-minute walk to the rink, but with his hip it takes Remus seven. It’s like an odd sort of muscle memory, an old routine from another life that feels as bitter as it does comfortable. He heads out early to give himself some cushion. The streets are empty but for bakers and baristas, the first hints of dawn tinging the sky a deep blue. When he turns a corner and the rink comes into view, the absence of his bag hanging from his shoulder is a phantom ache.

The front doors are locked but the side one staff uses isn’t, the Zamboni driver already inside. Remus lets himself in, makes a cup of tea from the hot water dispenser they leave out when concessions are closed, plants himself on a bench, and waits.

And waits.

Remus has nearly nodded off when two pairs of shoes come bounding up to him. Well, one pair bounds. The other drags.

“Hi, sorry we’re late.” You’re breathless and hauling a sullen-looking boy along behind you by the hand, but you manage a smile when Remus looks up at you. “I had to run over and get him out of bed. It’s good to meet you!”

You hold out your untethered hand. Remus might normally stand to take it, but he no longer feels like doing you the courtesy. Your grip is firm and warm.

“You were supposed to be here at six,” he says.

You wince. “I know. Sorry, Sirius is really not a morning person.”

Remus thinks that he might put more stock into your apologies if you looked a tad more contrite. As it is, your countenance is almost cheery, a fizzy eagerness about you as you look between him and the ice like you can’t wait to get out on it.

In stark contrast, the ill-tempered boy behind you seems not to have a clue where he is. He looks rumpled and disoriented, squinting in the rink’s fluorescent light.

“Then why didn’t you pick another time?” Remus asks.

He hadn’t realized he was still looking at Sirius, or that the other boy could talk, so it’s a surprise when he answers. “Wasn’t my bloody idea.”

By the way you grin, Remus wonders if you’ve even heard the obvious bitterness in your partner’s tone, or whether it’s gone straight over your head.

“I like the rink better early,” you explain. “No one else ever comes before the hockey practice starts at nine, and they’ll have just finished resurfacing the ice.”

Begrudgingly, Remus nods. “I always preferred it about now, too.”

He realizes immediately that his agreement was a mistake, because your smile grows into something far too brilliant for the early hour. Christ, what has he gotten himself into? There’s you, starry-eyed and effervescing all over the place, and your partner, who looks more inclined to fall asleep on your shoulder than put on his skates.

And this is the pair skating duo Remus is supposed to take to the Olympics.

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“Watch that back foot!” Remus shouts across the ice.

Sirius doesn’t look happy about it, but he corrects the placement of his skate, transitioning smoothly into the next synced turn.

“Good,” Remus murmurs to himself.

Once Sirius got out on the ice and woke up a bit, he was good. He skates with the technical proficiency of someone who’s been in the sport since before they started primary school, and the intuitive artistry of someone who loves it. You’re much the same, though your virtuosity and obvious competence are consistently undercut by hesitation, the grace of your movements interrupted when you second-guess yourself. But these—technical prowess paired with devotion—are the basics of what makes a good figure skater. You’ll have to be flawless if you want to do well at the Olympics.

And Remus has found many flaws.

“No, no—shit!” Remus stands as you fall out of your jump again, catching yourself on your forearms. “You’re still under-rotating! Come on!”

Sirius snarls a quick “Hey!” over his shoulder before turning his back on Remus, going to help you up. He speaks to you quietly, checking you over as you stand. Remus seethes.

He has no clue why he’s been called out here to coach a pair. Remus doesn’t know pairs, has never been a part of one. He was a solo skater. And frankly, it makes him wary that what’s supposed to be the best skating pair in Britain has asked him, a former solo skater who’s been isolated from the figure skating community in general for the past two years, to coach them. But Remus does know figure skating. And he knows when skaters are making stupid mistakes behind their skill level.

“What aren’t you understanding?” asks Remus as you skate back to the edge of the rink. He really wants to know. “It’s simple. You can do this.” He knows he could have. As easy as breathing, and he would kill to have the chance again.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Sirius’ glare is sharp as knives. He steps off the ice before you can, positioning himself between you and Remus. Your lips purse with a knowing sort of apprehension.

“Sirius…”

“No, you don’t talk to her like that,” Sirius spits. “It was a tiny mistake.”

Remus raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “I’m trying to help her! It was a giant mistake, with a simple fix. You ought to be telling her the same, unless you’re okay with your partner snapping her ankle weeks out from competition.”

“None of that means you get to fucking yell at her! Who do you think you are?”

“Okay—”

“I’m her coach,” says Remus, voice rising, “and—”

“Then coach her! Maybe if you’d give some actual fucking feedback instead of just nitpicking—”

“Okay!” Your shout cuts through the space, echoing in the empty rink and silencing the other two. “That’s enough.”

You haul Sirius back by his shoulder. Your grip doesn’t look severe enough to move him, but he goes, stepping back to your side. His eyes never leave Remus’.

Your own gaze jumps between both boys, that same spark he’d seen in you earlier burning with a different light.

“Let’s call it for today,” you say firmly. “Okay? We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Neither boy speaks, though Remus nods. It seems to be taking all of Sirius’ willpower to bite his tongue. He gets the impression it isn’t something he succeeds at often, so Remus isn’t ashamed to say that it brings him a perverse sort of joy to see it now. His tiny bit of smugness fizzles out, though, when your eyes land on him. There’s something desolate in your expression that’s a salient deviation from how you’d looked at him before. Remus has the sinking feeling that he’s disappointed you. It’s more distressing than he can account for.

“We’ll be here on time tomorrow,” you say in that same steady tone. “And my jump, I’ll work on it.”

Remus nods again. You return it, and when you turn to leave, you drag Sirius after you by his shirtsleeve, picking up your bags along your way. Remus’ mouth feels dry. His lips are chapped, his fingertips hurt from the cold, and the sight of your skates sinking into the rubbery floor makes his hip ache terribly.

It’s only once you’re nearly out of earshot that he manages to mumble, “Thank you.”

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 8 days ago

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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 17

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10 || PART 11 || PART 1 || PART 13 || PART 14 || PART 15 || PART 16

Eddie’s back to school on Tuesday, black eye turning a mottled sort of green, lip scabbed over. From where he’s hemmed in by Robin and Chrissy, Steve watches Eddie catch a glimpse of him and bolt the other way.

Jeff sighs, lets go of his hold on Chrissy’s arm, and says, “sorry, Steve. I’m just gonna—” and then he points toward Eddie and follows after him without another word.

Steve’s gut clenches with guilt. He’d put that look on Eddie’s face, had caused the rift in his and Jeff’s friendship, had split the forming group up with his ridiculous crush. But Chrissy and Robin are still here, standing by his side.

“Are he and Jeff okay?” Steve asks, biting his lip as he glances at Chrissy.

“I think so,” she says, looking after her boyfriend. “They talked on the phone, but Jeff didn’t tell me what about.”

“Forget about them,” Robin replies, reaching out to take his hand even as it makes everyone around them stare. “Come on, Stevie, or we’ll be late to Ms. Clickity Clack’s class.”

Steve passes the rest of the day in a daze, the spot at his side a revolving cast of Chrissy, Robin, and Jeff, like they’d all talked behind his back and decided he couldn’t be trusted with being alone right now. Steve can’t blame them because as soon as he’s left unattended in his big empty house, he gets out his notebook and pen, and begins to write.

Eddie —

I’m sorry I never got to read your last letter, but it wasn’t for me anyways. Maybe none of them were, not really. And I’m sorry about that, even sorrier about how your pretty face got caught in the ceasefire. I’m just full of sorries I’m to scared to tell to your face—from the way you ran when you saw me in the hallway this morning, maybe you wouldn’t want me to anyway.

You’ve always been the brave one, so you must really want to not see me, huh? I hope you and Jeff are friends again. I’m sorry about that too, I’m the one who asked him not to tell you. I was afraid, but that’s no excuse.

I don’t know how to stop wanting to right write to you. I can’t turn off the part of me that still wants to know everything about you. There’s a whole in my heart, and I keep trying to find people to fill it, but I can never be in love with someone who loves me back. You know?

I’m sorry, Eddie. Maybe someday, I’ll get to say it to your face.

Sorry,

Steve

He closes the notebook on the damning words and shoves it into his nightstand so he doesn’t have to look at it. Sleep doesn’t come—the house is too quiet. He grabs the phone off his dresser and calls the only other person he knows whose parents trust them enough to have a phone in their bedroom.

“H’lo?” Robin mutters sleepily after finally picking up the phone six rings later.

She sounds tired—Steve’s sorry he woke her. “I wrote another letter,” he says.

That seems to perk her up instantly, as she hisses down the line, “Steven James Harrington.”

“Not my name, Robin Steven Bobbington,” he replies, talking right over her shrieked “well, that’s not mine!” to continue, “I’m not going to send it.”

“You better not,” she replies, and Steve can hear some rustling on her end, like she’s settling back down into her bed. He wishes, suddenly, that he was in there with her, clutching her hand as they fall asleep side by side. Instead, he lays down on his own bed and concentrates on the noises coming down the line.

“Is it stupid that I miss him?” he asks.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Robin!”

She laughs, a quiet sleepy chuckle that warms him straight through. “I’m just saying! He’s been treating you like shit, Stevie.”

Steve sighs, burrowing down under his comforter and taking the phone with him. “He was different in the letters,” he whispers, like someone in his empty house might hear him otherwise. “Sweeter, you know?”

Robin sighs, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s enough sorries to go around for all of them, apparently. They’re quiet for a while, Robin’s breathing keeping him company in his big, lonely bed with his big, lonely thoughts.

“I love you, Robbie,” he whispers. “You know that, right?”

He’s been saying it a lot lately, throwing the words around like they’ll connect this time and get him something real. And they had, with Chrissy, with Robin, hell, even with Jeff. Just, not with Eddie. Maybe someday, he’ll learn to be okay with that.

“Love you, too, Dingus,” Robin replies, like it’s easy.

He falls asleep that night to the sound of Robin’s quiet snoring.

***

Eddie thinks about it—obsessively, compulsively. He dreams about it, jerks off about it, fucking cries about it. He reads the letters, again, and again, and again, wishing desperately that he still had that first one. At school, he checks his locker obsessively, compulsively, hoping there’s another note in his locker—there never is.

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Gareth asks, an elbow into Eddie’s side.

“Ow, ribs!” Eddie cries, curling away from him and into Doug at their usual lunch table.

“Sorry!” Gareth replies, leaning away from him and raising his hands up like that’ll somehow prove he’s harmless.

Jeff snorts around his sandwich, “gotta be careful, Gare-bear. He’s precious cargo now.”

“Oh fuck off,” Eddie replies, rolling his eyes as the rest of Hellfire laugh around him.

“No, but seriously, dude,” Gareth asks, this time without the thrown elbow. “What’s up with you?”

Eddie looks across the cafeteria at Steve and Chrissy’s usual spots, still empty the way they have been for weeks. He worries, sometimes, that they’re not eating, and it’s his fault.

Hopefully, they’re just packing lunches from home and eating somewhere else (he’s been too afraid to check).

“Can’t tell you buddy,” Eddie replies, still looking at the empty spot like that’ll somehow make the duo appear. “I promised.”

Gareth, clearly having followed his line of sight, leans closer and asks in an unsubtle whisper, “but it’s about you know what?”

Doug sits on, oblivious, but Jeff snorts again and asks, “okay, you didn’t tell me jack shit, but you told the freshman?”

“Sophomore, jackass!” Gareth cries, before seeming to realize the implications of Jeff’s sentence. “You told Jeff?”

“I knew before you did,” Jeff says smugly, and Eddie’s starting to get pissed off about that again.

“How!”

“Jeff, dearest?” Eddie grits out. “Do you want me to punch you in the face?”

That shuts the table up catastrophically. But in the end, Jeff sighs and says, “I’m coming over after school,” and the rest of lunch is spent fielding Gareth’s indignant questions.

True to his word, Jeff climbs into Eddie’s passenger seat at the end of the day. Eddie doesn’t take them to the trailer, he just drives around, taking back roads round and round, restlessness making his fingers twitch in the gear shift.

Jeff’s the one who breaks the silence, in the end. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he says, making Eddie flinch at the sudden noise. “Steve just seemed so scared, and Chrissy was crying so—”

“He was scared?” Eddie interrupts, stuck on the thought. He’d known that, before, but now that Eddie’s afraid, too, it hits like a punch to the chest.

“Of course he was,” Eddie replies to his own question. Suddenly unable to focus, Eddie pulls over to the side of the road. “I’m scared, too.”

Jeff sucks in a breath; Eddie doesn’t look away from his own knees.

“Yeah?”

Eddie bites his lip, knowing that Jeff will be able to read between the lines. “Yeah.” His eyes are watering, and Eddie swipes at them, embarrassed. “And I know we’re supposed to be talking about us, but I just—”

“No, hey,” Jeff replies. Eddie hears the sound of his seatbelt unbuckling, and the rustle of him shifting in his seat, and suddenly, Jeff’s hand is clasping Eddie’s shoulder, shaking him around just a little. “You’re my best friend—we’re fine, dude.”

Eddie swipes at his eyes again, “I think I want to ask him out, but what if I’m wrong?” Eddie asks, tracking Jeff’s expression out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t want to hurt him again.”

“So, what?” Jeff asks, voice deadpan. “You find out he likes you and suddenly he’s not just a jock anymore?”

Eddie looks down at his own knees, bracing for a hit he knows will never come. But, Eddie’s always been good at hurting himself, so he thinks about that yellow nail polish again, the enraptured look in Steve’s eyes during every D&D session, the way he’d glued himself to Robin Buckley, band nerd supreme’s side in recent weeks. The way he’d look at Eddie like he wasn’t the king of the freaks, like he was worth something.

“He was never just a jock,” Eddie murmurs. “I just never let myself think about it.”

Jeff mmmhmms him and Eddie knows him well enough to hear the doubt beneath the agreement.

“I was afraid, okay?” Eddie laments, scrunching his eyes closed tight until that makes his bruised eye ache too much. “You wouldn’t get it.”

At that, Jeff scoffs, and before Eddie can start up another tirade, he replies, “right, the black guy dating a white girl in Po-dunk, Indiana has no idea how scary it can be to make a move on the person you like.”

Okay, fair.

“You know what could happen if the wrong person finds out?” Jeff continues. “I’ll be lucky if they let me get out of town alive.”

“Okay, okay! I get it, sorry!” Eddie cries, throwing his hands up in defeat. And Jeff, being the asshole he is, just laughs at his discomfort. “How’s that going anyway?”

“With Chrissy?” Jeff asks, continuing when Eddie nods. “She’s great, man. I really, really like her.”

He’s smiling all goofy and in love. Eddie waits for the jealousy to hit; it never comes. Even as he’d flirted with her, there’d always been a disconnect for him between the letters and the girl. He knows why, now.

“I’m happy for you.”

Jeff aims that same goofy smile at him and punches his shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

Eddie wants to feel that way about someone. He wants to think of them and smile like he just can’t help himself. And with Steve Harrington of all people, maybe he can.

“If I ask Steve out, do you think he’ll still say yes?”

“Oh, for sure,” Jeff replies without hesitation before he turns to Eddie and eyes him up and down. “But are you sure you want to?”

Eddie bites back the defensive retort rising on his tongue, and grits out, “what do you mean?”

Jeff sighs and leans back in his chair. Eddie waits, three seconds from snapping as he stews in Jeff’s silence, hands clenched so hard against the steering wheel that it feels like one of his nails might pop clean off.

“Jeff–”

“No one’s ever liked you before!” Jeff cries, and it hits Eddie like a punch to the sternum. “And maybe it’s not fair of me to ask but, are you sure you even really like him?”

“What?” Eddie asks, his mind a record skipping against a bent needle. “What do you–”

“Eddie, man,” Jeff sighs, swiveling his head to finally look Eddie directly in the eyes. “Do you like Steve Harrington, or do you just like that he likes you?”

He drops the wheel, hands almost numb as he shakes them out, no longer able to meet Jeff’s eye.

How would anyone ever know that for sure? How can he know the origin of a feeling when it’s been there, simmering in the background of his brain, just waiting for him to wake up? How can he separate the feeling for a person and the person’s feeling for them?

That’s like asking him to unbraid his hair, let it fall back together, and still be able to tell which strands made up each component of the braid–it can’t be done.

But, “Gareth said I was obsessed with him,” Eddie replies, barely above a whisper. “Like, before I knew he wrote the letters?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie laughs, but it’s just like Steve said–it sounds different when he doesn’t think it’s funny. “And, he was right, you know? I was flirting with Chrissy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.”

Eddie runs a shaking hand through his hair and buries his face into his hands with a shudder. “He’s just–he’s Steve Harrington, right? Everyone knows everything about him, but then he just changes the script!” Eddie’s smiling now, manic, animated. “And I wanted to know everything.”

Eddie drops his hands to look over at Jeff, meeting his eyes once more. Jeff looks patient, ready, hopeful in a way he hadn’t before, so Eddie keeps talking.

“Like, Chrissy was flirting with you and he didn’t even seem to care, and the yellow nail polish, and he came to Hellfire, Jeff. Steve Harrington came and watched us play Dungeons and Dragons.”

“I know,” Jeff replies, grinning now, pearly whites all on full display.

“And when he came to band practice, he was just like, watching me, and I sort of wanted to die, but in a good way, you know?”

Jeff decidedly does not look like he knows, but he’s still grinning across at Eddie like he’s proud of him. Eddie’s kind of proud, too, that he’s managing to say all of this aloud. It feels somehow new and a long time coming at the same time.

“Okay, you can ask him out,” Jeff says, turning forward in his seat and buckling his seatbelt once more.

Eddie laughs. “Oh, because I needed your blessing?”

“Yeah,” Jeff replies, grinning as he turns back to Eddie, looking him up and down like he’s a slab of meat Jeff’s checking for its quality. “Maybe wait until you’re healed up, though. You look like one of those cardboard box kittens that I keep seeing on the news.”

“Shut up!” Eddie squawks, but he’s smiling, helplessly, hopefully.

Eddie Munson with a chance at love, who would’ve thought?

PART 18

#koko's steddie secret admirer au #steddie #my fic #Jeff. the man that you are<3<3<3<3<3 #i am...SO excited for tomorrow's part. like. after struggling Hard with it. it might have been the most fun i had in writing for the fic

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streamluckybyriize · 3 months ago

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OHHHhhhh Niki the things you do to me

Don’t like, don’t read (2/4)

Warnings- smut - phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, Idol Niki

(We are writing this as though the boys aren’t dying of exhaustion)

Oh, yeah?

You miss Niki. You miss his arms around you, cuddling you. You miss his banter, constant teasing. You miss his smell drifting around your apartment- no longer there.

You also miss his cock. You need him so bad. Nothing works. Not even your vibrator. Your desperation is apparent, so you’ve been told.

You’ve never been this needy while he’s in tour. But it’s like a craving- you need all of him like you need air. Dramatic, but it’s how you feel.

You have no idea what to do. You can’t tell him that because that’s embarrassing in person, let alone digitally. You have no idea how long you’re going to last before you break, especially since you’ve been calling each other every night while he’s on tour. Speaking of calling, your phone buzzes. Speaking of the devil, it’s Niki.

You accept the call, apprehension coursing through you. This is the neediest you’ve felt while he’s away, and last night was difficult. You almost cracked, and you have a feeling you’ll crack tonight.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey, doll” He greets, his voice low and husky, indicating he probably just woke up. Your cunt clenches. Jesus, get it together, Y/N.

You clear your throat. “Sleep well?” You try to sound as normal as if you weren’t squeezing your thighs to relief some sort of tension.

“Mmh.” He hums. So yes, he did sleep well.

“How was the concert today?” You ask, wanting to hear more of his deep voice.

“It was amazing. The crowd was wild and loud so it pumped the boys and I.” You hear ruffling, so it’s probably him shifting around in his hotel bed. “Anyways, how was your day?” He asks you. You shift this time. Oh yeah, I just spent today fantasising about your fucking dick.

You didn’t say that though. “I was just lounging around the house. I didn’t do anything today. Just missed you.”

“I miss you too, baby. I can’t wait till I see you. As soon as I see you I’m not letting you go and as soon as I get you alone, I’m making up for the lost time.” He replies. You think about the things Niki would do. When he gets back from tour, Niki gets needy, desperate and really rough. You whine at that, and your hands slap your mouth, eyes wide. There was no way he missed that. It was straight into the phone call. And Niki knows you very well, and he’d know that’s a needy whine.

“Doll?” He questions after a few seconds of silence. Fuck, what do you do? Hanging up isn’t an option because he’ll just text you and you’re not going to be able to ignore them.

“Yeah..?” You weakly respond. He laughs.

“What was that noise?” Oh god. Here comes the teasing.

“hm?” Play dumb. That’s what you’ll do.

“What noise?” You inquire.

“The needy whine you just let out.” He says. You can feel his smirk from across the fucking planet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Angel..don’t lie.” “Fine. I’m really needy, Niki. I need you so bad. Nothing is working and I’m so fucking horny. I’ve been thinking about you all day and all I want is to feel your cock stretching me out.” You feel embarrassed.

“Aww, is my pretty girl worked up?”

“Yes.” It comes out exasperated and whiny. You’re fingers twitch, your cunt throbbing and absolutely dripping.

“Your fingers aren’t as good as mine? Is that why you can’t cum?” You moan at that, way too worked up to care at this point. You need his help.

“Yeah..”

You can’t tell, but niki is dying. You turn him on so fast. He’s already throbbing, and he doesn’t even wanna look down because he knows he’s leaking. “Fuck, baby.” You hear ruffling, and you know what he’s doing. So you do the same thing.

You drag your hand down your body, bunching your waist band. You pull your shorts off along with your panties. Your fingers play with your bundle of nerves and you moan out loud.

“You touching yourself, baby?” He says, wrapping his hand around his shaft. He groans, tightening his hand, imagining it was your cunt.

“Yes.” You rub yourself quicker, adding more pressure and your breathing becomes uneven.

“What are you thinking about. Tell me.” He pants, his hand working up and down once before bring it to his mouth. You hear him spit, and you do the same thing. You spit on your hand, making more of a wet mess between your legs.

“You rubbing me. Your long slender fingers having your way with me. Fuck, I need you so bad…” his hand speeds up at your little whines.

“I know baby. Once I’m back I’m not letting you go.” He says, groaning at the thought of your heat snuggly wrapped around him. A wave of arousal rushes through him and he’s even closer now.

“Niki…I’m going to cum.” You moan as you thrust two fingers inside of your pussy. Your legs quiver and you’re so fucking close.

“I’m almost there, wait for me, yeah?” His voice comes out shaking as he lays his phone on his chest, now fully focusing on your moans as you sound more desperate.

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl. When I see you, I’ll let you cum on my tongue for as long as you want.”

“Niki- fuck, don’t say that when I’m trying to hold out.”

“Not anymore. I’m gonna cum. Finish with me.” He pants out, you moan in response and you wait till he says. “Fuck, cum angel. Cum please.” And you do. Your body freezes except for your heaving chest and your fast fingers, pumping out all your juices as he lets out a deep, guttural groan from his chest. “Ffffffuck.”

A comfortable silence sets while you both attempt to gather your breathing. “Shit. That was so-“ you swallow a glob of spit. “Hard. I haven’t cummed like that since the night before you left.” You’re in a deep daze, as if you were high. I mean, you always feel like that with Niki.

“Angel.” He breaths. “Mmh?”

“As soon as I enter that fucking door, I’m making sure you can’t walk for the rest of the week.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You feel a wave of exhaustion take over you, and you can tell that happened to Niki too as he yawns.

“Im tired now.”

“Me too.” You agree. “I’ll call you later when I wake up? Is that okay?” “I’ll pick up when you ring. Good night, baby.”

“Good night, Niki.”

#enhypen smut #smut #enhypen niki #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen imagines #niki smut

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allophonicmess · 4 months ago

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Too Sweet

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

Act 3

Warnings: spoilers for Deadpool & Wolverine

This is a fluff chapter. Gotta give you guys some candy after all that angst

Word count 4.1 K

Life resumed as normal after that. Or as normal as it could be when you are suddenly placed in the new timeline. Logan kept getting confused by little details that were different to the life he had lived before. Professor X ? Sure he exists but he had hair. Cyclops? Oh yeah. He was just as annoying as he remembered. Who are the fucking Avengers and what sort of rich nerd was Tony Stark? And what about Jean?

“A hot red head with the telekinetic powers?” Wade hummed, pretending to be lost in thought. “Uh, no. UNLESS! Charles used to have a beautiful flowing mane that I don’t know about. He is turning grey, you know… but it suits him. Silver fox”

So Jean was out of the picture. That was good, right?

Logan groaned at Wade's bad joke. He shifted his focus outside, watching the landscape change from looming tall skyscrapers to even fields and trees that started changing colour with the season. It reminded him of home.

“Just to get this straight.” Logan shifted in his seat. The car that Wade had bought from the dealership had been heavily discounted and Logan now understood why. You would think it can’t get worse than the Odyssey? Oh boy, were you wrong. It was too small for 4 people, let alone 2 mutant men. He already felt sorry for whoever might have to sit in the back for whatever reason.

“Y/N has powers?” Logan asked, trying to play it cool. The whole drive had been a big Q&A.

“Yup,” Wade said with a pop. One hand on the steering wheel and the rest of him laid back in his seat.

“They call her Osmium, too?” Logan didn’t like this dependency on the wanna-be hero. But he had to make a good first impression.

“Osmimimum? Uh no. She is called Atom” Wade laughed “Don’t if she actually does stuff with atoms… It's more like…” Wade groaned as he tried to think of an example.

“She manipulates density.” Logan pointed out. They had trained together many times. But Y/n was never allowed to use her full potential with the X-men. They condemned violence and so she was often left out on mission and focused on keeping the school running.

“Ugh- I guess? She once told me in great, boring detail why ‘Atom’ is a bad superhero name for her but they kept it for the marketability. “ He shrugged “Oh! I remember that one time we stopped a child-mutant trafficking and she got mad, like REAL MAD, and then she turned this one guy into goop.” Wade nodded fondly, thinking back at that moment. “And I mean like Nickelodeon kids choice award goop, like slurpable slushy goo, like-“

“Okay, alright! I get it.” Logan groaned in annoyance. Shaking his head at Wade. He was thankful for the man’s support and friendship but god was he annoying. Constantly.

“I wish she would do that to me sometime. It’s on my ways-to-die bingo. But she keeps refusing!” Deadpool hit the wheel dramatically.

“You are disgusting,” Logan stated dryly. “The most disgusting person I ever met.”

“Don’t forget the most annoying!”

...

The decision to go back to teaching was not made out of fun or for the joy of doing it. Maybe partially, even though Logan would not openly confess so. It was made out of necessity. Living with Wade and Al became tiresome after the first few weeks. It was always the same antiques, the lack of schedule as well as a constant state of chaos that made him crave the ordered life at the school once again. He hoped that it would give him a sense of belonging. The X-men might be different here, with a few quips and details that didn’t match with his reality. But living at the school would tie him to a strict schedule and by god, he needed some structure in his life.

But all in all, it meant home.

“Okay, peanut. Today is a big day. But I know you’ll do great and meet a lot of new friends.” Wade joked in a motherly tone as they arrived at the Mansion. “And no hair pulling or biting unless they ask for it, okay?”

“I can’t wait to be rid of you” Logan groaned as the car came to a halt. He exited the car with a low groan, stretching to lose stiffed muscles. Not having to constantly ride in Wade's joke of a car was another reason that he preferred living at Xavier’s Institution. Speaking off:

“There you are. Welcome, welcome.” Xavier rolled into the mansions yard.

“A pleasure to have you, Logan. I must say, I was very pleasantly surprised when I received your response to my inquiry.” He moved towards Logan, offering his hand for a handshake.

Logan inspected the man. He was older, in his 40s maybe. But younger than the Charles Xavier he had worked with. He sported shaggy longer hair that was starting to thin out. Soon he would need to get it trimmed to keep his professional exterior. Along with a beard that was rather spotty and seemed too reminisce of his look in the 70s. Xavier looked like a mix of the two versions that Logan got to meet during his time at the school and it made him wonder how time worked here. Events seemed to play out in different order, they didn’t happen at all or much later than seemed correct.

He shook Xavier’s hand, thanking him for the offer. “Of course. I was surprised when you contacted me.” Logan confessed. His gaze shifted towards the grand building in front of him. It was the same old English style build that he knew, with a few modern elements added here and there.

“Is it familiar to you? The school? I assume you have experienced quite a few dejá-vus since arriving here.” Charles observed Logan.

“I do. Some things are the same. Others don’t match what I know or didn’t happen at all.” He confessed. Already feeling the brother connection build, similar to the one he had with the other Charles.

“You will find your answers. I am sure of it.” Charles turned around motioning Logan to follow him inside. “I think it is best if we continue this conversation in my office.” He looked over his shoulder at Wade, who had waited in the car, listening in on the conversation.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll be on my way. You call me if you need to get picked up, Pookie!” He waved at Logan in a motherly way.

“You aren’t coming?” He asked, somewhat confused. But then he saw Charle’s face, the intense stare he gave Wade.

“Uhhh, no I technically have a house ban for no apparent reason-“

“You burned down the west wing” Charles answered dryly.

Wade clicked his tongue, “Right, okay. Yeah… But! It’s very modern now.” He chuckled weakly. “You’ll still call me up for a mission, right?” He tried to persuade the professor.

“If the mission takes place outside of my building then yes.” Charles agreed, focusing back on Logan. And leading him inside. Neither of them commented on the cheer that Wade gave as he drove off.

Being back at the school felt surprisingly good to Logan. It was like coming back from a long holiday. Most everything was the same: Students running in the hallways, playing games in the gardens and-

“Fancy seeing you here!”

Logan turned around quickly, looking for whoever addressed him. Some children were buzzing along the halls, none of them too interested in him. Then he spotted her by the stairs. Leaning onto the dark wooden rails of the gallery. The light from the window behind her illuminating her figure.

“Y/n”, he breathed.

“Hi! Charles told me that you wanted to start teaching again.” She made her way downstairs, focus shifting between not falling and keeping her gaze on him. She seemed pleasantly surprised to see him.

He turned more toward her, watching her get closer to ground level. With each step he felt his excitement grow “He contacted me, actually. Asked whether I wanted to work here…”

“Oh really? What a coincidence ”She grinned mischievously, stopping at the end of the stairs and leaning on one of the bannisters. She kept a little space between them. There might be some familiarity between them but she didn’t want to push him too far yet and give him the chance to get closer to her if he felt like it.

But Logan stayed in place: “Do you have anything to do with that?”

She smirked, and he felt some of his charm return to him . He might be rusty but some things were just engraved in him.

“Maybe” She shrugged, smiling softly with a playful sparkle in her eyes “But I’m assuming that you won’t be teaching history, right?” Y/n teased carefully. The multiverse situation was a thing she wanted to be careful about. Wade had told her a little bit about what had happened to Logan before he transferred but she didn’t know any details.

“No, I teach PE and defence classes. You do science, right?” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, hoping to lose the tension in his body. He threw the tidbit of knowledge into the conversation, hoping that he was right and that the two versions of her had that much in common.

“Chemistry and Literature, yeah.” She smiled. She then looked at her watch before pointing towards another corridor with a sigh “I’d love to talk more, but I need to get to class. Maybe we could meet sometime.” She secured the book in her arms.

“Yes.” He answered with a stiff nod, his hands were getting sweaty.

They stood In awkward silence.

“Maybe over a coffee?” She asked, looking up at him, her lip curled upwards. Her look became more expecting as he watched her in silence.

He would catch the bait she just threw, right? Scott had laughed when she asked him about what Logan had been like; What this version might be like.

‘He’s an asshole’ He said ‘a cocky asshole and who thinks he can charm any girl he likes’ she blushed at that comment ‘But he is into the dark, mysterious type if that is what you are after’

“Maybe”, Logan gave cold and curtly.

He regretted his demeanor when he saw her smile slip for just a moment.

Fuck.

Her face slipped for a moment “Oh.. okay.” She huffed softly. “See you around then.” Y/n nodded quickly before running off.

...

A routine established itself after the first weeks back at the school. The work there itself was the same. Teach the children standard curricula, training them in controlling their powers and some extracurricular activities.

He would spend some evenings with the other members of Team X ,as they called themselves here. Sometimes he would meet Y/n in the hallway but he didn’t work up the courage to stop and talk to her beyond a quick ‘hello’.

What is wrong with you? You used to sweep women off their feet. She is offering herself to you at any chance and you still can’t manage to ask her out?

He sighed as he changed back into his regular clothes. The class had just ended. It was Friday, still fairly warm for October and the trees looked beautiful in all shades of red, orange and yellow.

Would be perfect for a romantic walk… A charming, rugged man could ask a woman out for that.

“That guy died a long time ago…” He mumbled to himself. Picking up his bag and closing the locker.

He exited the gym, making his way to his room or rather apartment. Wade managed to burn down the teacher's quarters along with the kitchens and cafeteria in some wicked stunt. No one knew what happened and that was for the best, he guessed.

However, that incident resulted in a modernized reconstruction with more spacious rooms for the teachers and a communal cafeteria that students and members of Team X shared. Great for extroverts but Logan had to pass it every time he went to his rooms, much to his dismay. To make it worse, the communal space was separate from the hall via a glass wall, allowing for a perfect view of everyone who tried to sneak past. Which led to uncomfortable situations such as this.

“Logan!” Piotr called, waving his huge metallic arm to get the other man's attention. Logan's initial reaction was to ignore him as he had done many times with the members of his old team.

No, he wanted to do better. He needed to. It was that kind of behavior that made him spiral in the first place. So he took a deep breath and channeled all jolliness available to him after 6 hours of teaching and a generally low level of it to begin with. He slowly made his way towards the teacher's table.

“Come, eat with us.” Piotr offered him the seat next to him on the thick wooden bench. A seat opposite of… fuck- of fucking course he was in on Wade’s plan to play matchmaker.

“We can’t have you get scrawny, eh?” he joked.

“Not that that would be likely to occur” Y/n joked as Logan sat down. His look snapped towards her and her eyes widened in shock at what had just come out of her mouth.

A knowing, wicked grin spread across Colossus's face. That fucking asshole…

“What are we having?” Logan asked, ignoring the situation that had just occurred. He tried to keep his gaze on Piotr who was busy filling a plate with whatever was in the big metal pot on the side of the table. His eyes shifted to Y/n every so often.

“Pierogi. I am trying out new recipes for a cooking class with my students” He said proudly, placing the plate in front of Logan “Y/n said, they are very good. Right?” He asked her, putting the woman on the spot.

“Oh, uhm…yeah. I like the new… stuffing.” She said, the answer sounding more like a question, carefully looking at Logan when he tried it. She was thankful for Piotr’s brotherly demeanor and gentle nature. Yet sometimes he would tease her as any older brother liked to do. And they sure liked to do it in front of people that the younger sibling might fancy.

Logan nodded in agreement, complimenting the man for his cooking.

“You cook here regularly?” He asked with a mouthful.

“Of course! Cooking is a very important life skill. As well as baking. You should join one of Y/n’s baking classes, she is very talented.” Colossus complimented the woman, making her grin.

“I plan on holding a workshop on the weekend for older students and alumni. You should come.” She offered, a hopeful look in her eyes. Maybe she was too discrete the last time she tried to get Logan to ask her out. So this time she tried to be more direct with her offer.

“I don’t bake,” Logan answered in a backhanded comment as he continued to eat. He didn’t think too much about it. He had planned to ask her out after lunch. He was overly focused on what he would say to her once the others left to notice how he had sounded.

It only occurred to him when he saw how Y/n visibly deflated. “Oh, right” She hummed, swallowing another bite of her food, eyes looking anywhere but towards the man who had once again rejected her so swiftly.

Piotr, just sighed with disappointment, leaning back in his chair. His hard elbow bumped into Logan’s side.

You fucked it up. Again.

...

“Okay, stop. You mean to tell me that she tried to ask you out not once but TWICE and you rejected her?” Wade paced through the living room. Trying to make sense of what his friend had just told him. “You mean to tell me that you now spend 3 months at that school? Being in her proximity 24/7 and actively avoiding her?”

Logan sat on the familiar black couch that looked even more beaten up than the last time he was at the flat. With disgust, he realized that he didn’t even want to know what caused the new damage.

“I don’t avoid her”

“Oh no? And yet the few times she does catch you creeping in the halls you manage to scare her off.” Deadpool said down one of the rotatable bar chairs. Swirling dramatically.

“No wonder the girl’s not interested in a sad drunk fuck like you,” Al commented from the table where she sat, carefully packaging her newest acquisition of sellable goods.

“ No, Al that’s the thing! The girl wants him DESPITE being a sad drunk fuck!” Wade jumped from the chair to pace around some more. He had to come up with a plan to get the two to spend time together, and get to know each other better. Create some closeness to let the sparks fly and catch on.

“That’s even worse.” Al laughed, snoring.

“Thank you for the compliments… Reassuring.” Logan groaned, regretting to even have answered Wade when he asked him about how things were going with Y/n. Maybe he wasn’t ready to be with someone again. He liked her and wanted to get to know her but something was stopping him. The urge to protect her from danger and he still thought of himself as the greatest danger to her and his team.

“On the other hand, she is still interested after being rejected TWICE. So you still have a chance, Pookie.” Wade said, sitting down next to Logan, yet again way too close.

“I’m gonna help you, buddy, Don’t you worry.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing Logan's ears “Act three needs some lovin’ and I make sure you get all the loving you need, baby” He whispered towards Logan. And with dread, and a bit of disgust, Logan accepted that he had no chance of stopping the man.

...

By the time the midterms rolled around, Logan had gotten familiar with the schedule and his profession once again. He slept better, tended to snap less at people and even his drinking tendencies seemed to get better. Being part of a community felt good and it made him angry at his younger self for rejecting the people who loved him out of some ill-placed ideology: that to keep them safe, he had to distance himself from them.

And yet you are doing it again.

He sighed as he trotted into the community kitchen. He broke his coffee maker in a fit of frustration last week and hadn’t found the time or energy to tell Charles to get a new one. He stayed out of the professor's way for the most part, not wanting to be roped into some conversation about ‘needing therapy’. So he sourced his caffeine intake from the machine that sat in the big, homely department kitchen. Another benefit was that there was always a fresh pot ready and waiting for him. Downside, there were almost always people in the kitchen, waiting for others to join in for conversation and breakfast.

This morning he should be safe from conversation. Most students and some staff went home for the fall semester break, leaving the school running on a minimal level to accommodate those who had no home to go to. There were no classes, meaning that the school apparatus calmed to a halt.

In practice that meant that almost everyone slept in with no pressure to get up early. And for Logan, that meant that he could enjoy his drink in peace before people tried to talk to him.

Lost in thought he strolled into the kitchen. It seemed empty, thank god. He sighed in relief, stretching languidly. The air exiting his lungs in a low groan.

Then a soft click sounded through the room.

A fridge being closed.

“Oh hey, you’re up early.” Y/n appeared behind the full-size fridge door that had previously shielded her from his view. She looked a little tired, not yet fully awake and a bit tousled from sleep.

Aww C’mon. Maybe Wade was right about the universe wanting them to come together. But primarily to annoy him and allow for Wade to give him the ‘I told you so’ speech.

“So are you.” He answered, leaving on the door frame and watching her pour some creamer into her cup. Upon closer inspection, she did look younger than her other iteration. Her features were softer looking with fewer wrinkles and scars. He needed to ask her about that at some point.

She leaned onto the counter to reach for another cup, taking it out of the overhead cabinet. Proceeding to pour some coffee in it. “How do you take your coffee?” She asked, turning towards him.

“I’ll take two sugars” He answered, moving towards her with slow even steps. The threat of Wade’s ‘help’ kept looming in the back of his mind, pushing him to be more open towards her and to come out of his shell. Who knows what that maniac had in mind?

Y/n hummed in agreement, dropping in two cubes of sugar and stirring the dark liquid before handing it to Logan.

He thanked her softly, holding the porcelain with his much larger hands. He had moved quite close to her, both leaning against the kitchen counter. The closeness and difference in height between them meant that Y/n had to look up to him, to make eye contact.

With a grin he noticed how she shifted her stand, one hand bunching up the material of her cardigan.

You still got it if you let it happen, man.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying their drinks and watching the sun paint pictures onto the kitchen surfaces, colored by the stained glass windows.

She was the one who broke the silence. “Are you ready for the training session today?” She asked, turning towards him, shifting her position so that her hip was pressed against the counter.

“Training?” He asked confused, setting down his cup to cross his arms over his chest, the muscles shifting visibly under his skin.

That’s right! Show her what you got!

“Yes, staff training? We got the call from Washington about a mutant security threat. Charles wants us to be ready just in case. Do you read your emails?” She teased, watching him over the rim of her mug.

“I don’t know how that stuff works if I’m honest with ya.” He shrugged “Do you go on missions regularly? On Government orders?” He remembered that Xavier had mentioned something along the lines of that. Some complicated struggles between heroes about government regulation and so on.

“Yes, after the blip it was decided that an X-team force should be established to take care of mutant-related threats or endangerments.” She explained.

He had heard of that, too. “Right. What was that blip again?”

The energy in the room shifted suddenly.

Y/n huffed, almost spilling a bit of her drink. “Ha, that’s a bit of a heavy topic for morning coffee talks.” She looked around uncomfortably. Logan seems to have hit upon a heavy subject.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He apologized quickly. Beating himself up for screwing it up once again.

“No, no it’s fine.” She shook her head, setting down her drink to cross her arms as he did. Only that she seemed to do it defensively. “Half of all life stopped existing for five years and… that left a few scars.” She explained somberly, softly nodding to herself.

Logan blinked, his mind moving at high speed to get the conversation on a good topic again. Anything to turn it around and to prevent her from having a bitter aftertaste to their first proper talk.

Yet it was her, once again, that stepped up. She noticed how he got nervous, eyes wandering, shoulders sagging.

“I’ll explain it to you later. When we are not so pressed on time.” She reached out slowly, placing her hand on his arm, squeezing it in reassurance. Y/n smiled at him softly, moving around him to exit the kitchen and prepare for the day ahead.

Without thinking Logan placed a hand over hers, just in time before she pulled hers away. It had her stop in her tracks. Her eyes moved to where his rough callused palm warmed the back of her hand, up to his eyes. He was watching her with intention.

She was nervous. This was either going to be an invitation to finally get to know him or he had enough of her and told her to stop fancying him.

“You can explain it to me on a walk to the lake? Tonight?” He asked, one eyebrow raising in question. His hand squeezed hers gently.

A second of silence followed.

She exhaled, the stress leaving her body but she had to keep her composure. A grin spread across her face “Sounds like a plan.” She held eye contact for a few beats, then let her hand slip out of his hold as she left.

That’s how you do it, Tiger!

Her lips pressed together to keep from smiling too hard as she exited the hallway.

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It’s All Written Down [Part 1]

Hobie Brown x Spidey!F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Miguel being a prick, protective Hobie

—> [Part 2]

Summary: Due to your silent nature, you haven’t been the best at bonding with people. Miguel and Jess decided to give you a chance due to your skills. But as time passes, and the only person you warm up to is Hobie, Miguel’s patience grows thin and he decides to hold a meeting, without you, to make the call that you can’t be a part of the team anymore. You end up overhearing them and decide to make it easier by just listening to Miguel… and leaving.

Hobie should’ve known something was off when you weren’t at the meeting. He thought you might be late but even that was a stretch knowing you. It seemed that he was the only one who really knew you, no one else picking up on your disappearance.

You’d always been a ‘lone wolf’ of sorts… not because you wanted to be, but because you weren’t the type to really approach people, or even open up to them. You’d always learned that being quiet kept you out of trouble, it also kept you out of people’s hair.

Hobie picked up on it the moment you joined, you hadn’t taken your mask off once the day you arrived, it immediately intrigued him. He ended up commenting “love that anti-establishment vibe ya got, all going against the grain by not showing your face to these A tier strangers. I like it” you only gave a small nod, that was all it took for him to become fascinated by you.

He’d run up to you whenever he saw you at HQ, rambling on about his most recent demonstration or performance. He didn’t expect a response, rather liking how you’d only nod your head or let out short laughs when he cracked a joke. “Nah, I can only tell you this stuff, seeing as Miguel would get all on my ass bout it” when he hears your soft laugh he grins.

“Was that a laugh? Eh?” When you ignore him, and glance away he just pokes at your arm. “I know ya got your mask on but I can tell you’re grinnin” you try to nudge him away playfully, “you can’t tell nothing” but he continues to poke at you before throwing his arm around your shoulder. “I can read you like a book” He was right, you were smiling… the fact that he knew only made you smile more.

You’d have never expected Hobie to be so warm to you. Your silent and curt nature often pushed others away, thinking you were narcissistic or self-centered, or even just straight up strange. But not Hobie, he’d welcomed you with open arms, not trying to change you, or make fun of you. He made you feel safe.

After the first month, you began to spend more nights in Hobie’s dimension, killing time together, simply enjoying each others company. And one day, as you both decided to knock out for the night, you took off you mask right in front of him. Freezing immediately as you did. He hadn’t seen your face yet, no one in the team had.

When you began to stay over, he had made you a little sign to put on the door handle of his guest room which read “Mask off, so fuck off”. It made you giggle when he gave it to you and he just shrugged. “Wanna make you feel comfortable Briney Marlin, especially if you plan on crashing here more often” you found the act endearing.

“Briney Marlin?” You tilt your head and he just smiles at you. “It’s cockney love. For darlin’… is it alright if I call you that?” You think for a moment but nod “I don’t mind Marlin” and from then on that was his little nickname for you, you liked it cause it was unique… and cause it was from him.

But now, there you stood, mask in hands, eyes looking down at it. You look at Hobie’s figure lying on his bed with wide eyes, his eyes still focused on the guitar in his lap, he wasn’t even looking at you. You don’t speak, so he does. “I haven’t seen a thing yet Marlin… you can still put it back on” those words warmed your heart, you pause for a moment, thinking over his offer, but decide otherwise, shaking your head slightly and smiling.

“No. That’s alright” at those words he looks up at you, his eyes focusing on your features, he then gives you a reassuring smile. “Well aren’t you just ravishing love” he said it in a tone which made your face heat, but there was still a platonic nature to it. Letting you know that he wasn’t going to make a big fuss over this.

After that, you never wore your mask in Hobie’s place, enjoying that it was only in his company that you feel comfortable enough to do it. Over the three months you’ve been with the team, you bonded the most with Hobie, you became practically inseparable at HQ and the more comfortable you got with him, you slowly became more comfortable with the others.

You did a lot of missions together, getting to know the team more, specifically Gwen and Pavitr, seeing as they both knew Hobie in a similar way you did. Although, it did warm your heart how often Hobie would choose to walk with you, even if it was just to ramble to you about his life.

However you still didn’t open up to them about your life outside of your spider-persona. They didn’t seem to have any problems with you, just happy to hear your voice more and seeing you become more confident in taking action during the missions. You really didn’t think there were any problems with your secrecy.

That was… until todays meeting. You were at Hobie’s place, fidgeting with a small tennis ball he kept somewhere among the mess of clothes, stolen gadgets, and music gear. You had no clue where he was, you hadn’t gotten any info about a meeting at HQ and just thought he was out. Even though he usually told you when he was.

Back at HQ, everyone stood around waiting until Miguel finally walked in. “Perfect. Everyone’s here” he says before standing at the front, hands on his hips. Before he can begin, Hobie speaks up. “Oi, wait a sec, Marlin isn’t here, I’ll call her over” he goes to pull out his phone but stops when Miguel speaks “No. She’s not a part of this meeting”

Everyone looks at Miguel now, brows furrowed before exchanging glances with one another. “What d’you mean by that?” Hobie tried to hide his growing unease, not liking the tense mood shift in the air. Miguel just lets out a long breath, Jess butting in with a hushed voice. “Told you they aren’t gonna like this…”

“They don’t even know what ‘this’ is” Miguel retorts back. Hobie then steps forward, closer to the front, closer to Miguel. “And I already don’t like it… seeing as it doesn’t involve our lil Marlin” Miguel brings a hand up, rubbing his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Just hear me out. Then we’ll discuss it.” At that Hobie just nods as a sign for him to explain. The others moving in closer, curiosity growing as more silence fills the room.

You sigh, checking the time again, feeling as if it was passing slower. You sit up on the bed, tapping your fingers on the bedsheets impatiently. You finally stand up and decide to look for Hobie. “Maybe he got hung up at HQ…” you think to yourself, using your watch gizmo to open up a portal to it. Stepping through it.

As you walk through HQ, greeting a few other spider-people with a kind nod or short wave. You ask a few of them if they’ve seen Hobie. Most of them shake their heads before one finally points to the main room where Miguel usually is. You thank them then continue walking.

As you walk closer to the main room, you hear raised voices, quieting your footsteps. “That’s not fair to her Miguel!” Gwen’s voice sounds frustrated, and you can then hear Miguel’s stern one. “It’s the best move for everyone. You can’t deny her lack of communication skills” your brows furrow as you begin to wonder why you weren’t invited to this meeting.

“Doesn’t make her any less valuable” your ears perk up at Hobie’s voice. You’ve never heard him talk like this, his tone serious and hostile, as you peeked your head around you saw his expression was full of rage. “I’m sorry Hobie but your ‘Marlin’ just isn’t fit for this work” that’s when you step back in shock, realizing they were talking about you.

“What, just because she doesn’t like to run her mouth?” You watch as Miles also steps in, feeling your heart warm at everyone standing up for you. Peter then tries to calm everyone down with a soft voice “Miguel just listen to them… you can’t make such a rash decision for her. I’m guessing she doesn’t even know about this?” Miguel’s silence tells him everything he needs to know.

“That sounds about right. You’re being a right prick… and you don’t even seem apologetic for it!” Hobie raises his voice which causes everyone to look at him, shocked. Expect Miguel, whose expression only becomes more stern as he tilts his head up looking down at the Brit.

“You’re right, I’m not. But don’t worry, she’ll get a choice… either she does solo missions or she leaves” you take another step back, fully grasping the situation. The voices of the others begin to fade out as you start to get caught up in your thoughts.

“Miguel you can’t put that much on her… she only joined 3 months ago, you really think she’ll manage on her own?” Peter speaks with his voice laced in concern, Miguel looks at him, expression reading indifference. “That’s up to her. Do you think she’ll manage on her own?”

Everyone goes silent. Not because they don’t think you’re capable, but because they don’t know how to respond. That is until Hobie speaks up. “She’d manage just fine, but we both know she’s built to work in a team, solo missions are too much pressure” Miguel then shrugs and simply says “Well… then maybe she should choose option two”

Those are the final words you hear before you decide to run off, opening a portal back to Hobie’s apartment. You jump through and then stumble before sitting down on the bed. You try to control your breathing, feeling as if your heart was beating out of your chest. You take off your mask, hoping it would help.

‘Maybe she should choose option two…’ Miguel’s words ring in your mind. As much as you wanted to deny it, you thought he was right. You weren’t ready to work solo, the idea of trying to contain an anomaly all by yourself? You weren’t ready for that. You realize that this is exactly what Miguel wanted…

He knew you wouldn’t be ready to complete missions by yourself, so he gave you only one other option. To leave. You quickly search the room, finding a pen and paper and began to write something down. Trying to find the right words… the right way to say goodbye. To you, the only thing that was worse then this, would be saying goodbye to Hobie’s face.

Hobie stood face to face with Miguel, their foreheads practically touching, the others swear sparks could be seen between their heads. “Back down you old Geezer…” Hobie smirked as he spoke, wanting to get under Miguel’s skin. He knew he succeeded as he watches him bare his teeth as a low growl can be heard in his throat.

That’s when Peter steps in, putting both his hands on Miguel’s chest, meanwhile Pavitr begins to pull Hobie away as well. “Both of you… relax. This decision isn’t even final until we talk to her about it. I’m sure we’ll figure something out” his tone is calm but cautious, not wanting to upset either of them.

Gwen nods in agreement. Pavitr gently pats Hobie’s shoulder trying to get him to calm down. Hobie then shrugs off Pavitr’s touch, and then puts his hands in his pockets. “You were never on her side…” he scowls towards Miguel before walking off. Ignoring the calls of his friends from behind him.

He opens up a portal back to his place, feeling his body relax slightly as he steps through. He places his guitar against the wall and looks around. “Marlin? Ya there?” He calls out to you, but hears nothing. He throws his mask onto his bed, his brows furrow as he spots a note next to where it landed.

He picks it up and immediately recognizes your hand writing, he feels his breath catch in his throat as he begins to read it. He slowly moves to sit down on the bed, gripping the note tighter the more he reads.

Dear Hobie,

I choose option two. I hope you’re not mad at me… I can’t bear the idea of you remembering me in anger. I just couldn’t tell you this to your face. I went looking for you and then overheard your meeting with the others… I understand why you guys didn’t invite me. I’m not fit to be a part of this team. You’re the only one I really trust, the only person who I comfortable enough with to drop my spider-persona around… I can’t thank you enough for that. Please don’t look for me, I did what I had to do, but couldn’t leave without finding some way of saying goodbye. So here’s it is… all written down. Goodbye Hobie… I’ll miss you.

Your Marlin.

Once he read it all he curses under his breathe, then notices your watch next to him on the bed. He picks it up, recognizing the small customizations you both put on the band together. The way it matched his own. It made him smile at the memory but then he felt grief all over again.

He grabs his mask, putting it on hastily before pocketing both the note and your watch. “Where did you go Marlin… you’re not leaving me that easily” he jumps out of his window and swings off into the night.

#konigenblobbity #fanfiction #fanfic #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse fanfic #across the spiderverse hobie #hobie spiderverse

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salmonskinrolltf · 11 months ago

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Soulmates 2

[Here's a sequel of sorts to my previous story Soulmates (you don't need to have read it to understand this story). With thanks to @guytransformedforever, @beardobession, @tf-vigilante, @maletransformationlover, @clevertreephilosopher, @scorpionofredsand, and @maletffanatic for providing the photos used as inspiration.]

Hello, my name is Tyler. This is me:

And this is my roommate, Dylan:

Now look, I don’t have a problem with gay people. My cousin is a lesbian. And Dylan is a great roommate. Stays out of my way when we’re not gymming together, but is always down to hang when I need someone to talk to. I just wish he would be less in my face with all his gay shit. Rainbow flags everywhere, blasting Ariana Grande at all hours, constantly bringing new Grindr hookups back to the apartment but giving me side-eye when I ogle women. It’s just… too much for me.

Here’s the thing. I might actually be able to change that. I have this friend Evan, who I’ve wingmanned for on a few occasions over the past year. One night, when we were getting drunk together, he shared his secret with me. He has a magic gift. He clasped my hand and said “tomorrow, you will wake up and have this magic too.” And sure enough, the next day I could feel a tingle coursing through my veins, and I automatically had the knowledge of how to channel it.

Now I have the ability to change somebody’s future. I can’t fiddle with anything that’s innate or has already happened to them. Like, I can’t just make Dylan straight. But I can shape his future decisions or actions, and my magic will make alterations to speed the process along. Like if I made him decide to work out more, he would basically become a muscle beast within the week. Not that I’d do that. I still gotta be the alpha here. I just want to make him a little more… palatable. Someone cool to kick back with all the time, even if he sucks dick. Let’s see... I think I know what will work.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL BECOME OBSESSED WITH SPORTS

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Hello, my name is Dylan:

Sports are my LIFE. I never cared about them much growing up, but about a month ago I felt the urge to join my local queer volleyball team and never looked back. It became my everything. It’s been great exercise, but on top of playing volleyball and getting totally jacked off of it, I’ve loved the sense of camaraderie. I love my team. So much so that I even pierced my nipples on a dare when we lost the semifinals. My teammate River also recommended I stop dyeing my hair, and I think the look is really working for me. For some reason, even though it’s only been a month, my hair has grown out significantly since then. Was the red dye stunting its growth or something? Anyway. I also feel like my roommate Tyler and I have really bonded. We’ve been watching baseball games together and I think he appreciates how into it I am. He says he’s excited to bro out while watching football together in the fall.

I love Tyler, but here’s the thing. Maybe I love him too much. I’ve always had this huge crush on him, and no matter how many random Grindr hookups I try to distract myself with, I just can’t stop hoping that one day he’ll give up women for good and decide he loves me. Especially now that we’re spending all this time together, bumping chests when our team wins and shit.

I know us getting together is never going to happen, but I have this… temptation. I was born with a gift. Or maybe I wasn’t. Something my twink friend Paul told me made me think maybe he had something to do with it. Anyway, I have the ability to reshape someone’s past. I change just one thing about their past, and everything about their present just ripples forward to reflect that change. It’s a delicate art. Changing something big can have huge effects that are totally unpredictable. It’s a major temptation to make Tyler gay, but who knows how he’d turn out. Plus, I think that’s just too invasive.

But… Maybe I could change something small about him. Something that would make him less my type, and allow me to move on and focus on finding a boyfriend who would actually be into me. I’m into nice guys. I really love how kind and caring he is. And come on, he’s a FIREFIGHTER. So maybe I can try…

TYLER GREW UP SELFISH AND SPOILED

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What’s up, I’m Tyler.

You dig the jacket? Yeah, I’m still a firefighter, I’m just off duty. But babes dig whatever look I rock, you know what I mean? I get what I want, and what I want is a lot of one night stands. I know how to get ‘em, too. I’m so glad I made the decision to grow this beard out a year ago, it’s opened so many doors for me. And opened a lot of legs.

I’m getting what I want from Dylan, too. Finally, I have a roommate who’s willing to grab brews and watch the game with me. But I think I fucked up when I changed him. Queer volleyball isn’t exactly “sports,” at least not in my book. I thought he’d come out like a linebacker or something! I mean, nipple rings were never part of the plan. The gay guys seem to really go for them, too, so he’s got an even steadier stream of Grindr hookups coming in and out of the place.

On top of that, I’m a little sick of his shit. He’s always giving me lip about stupid stuff like leaving my dishes in the sink or dropping my unwashed uniform on the bathroom floor. He says it’s unsanitary. Like his parade of twinks aren’t dying to sniff that shit anyway. He just doesn’t get it. I think his volleyball teammates are a bad influence too. They’re all so obsessed with aesthetic and anti-hetero rhetoric. I still can’t make him straight, but I can definitely make him less… annoying.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL START HANGING OUT WITH MORE STRAIGHT PEOPLE WHO WILL HELP HIM STOP WORRYING ABOUT STUPID SHIT AND BE LESS PRISSY, WELL-GROOMED, AND UPTIGHT

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Yo, I’m Dylan.

Yeah, I cut my hair shorter than the last time you saw me. The upkeep was just getting to be too much, y’know? A couple weeks ago, about the time I dumped that lame-ass volleyball team I was on, I just got bored with shaving every day, too. I invested in a trimmer and now I rock the stubble look, and it’s working for me. I’ve gained a bit of weight since then, and it’s all for the better because I joined my local football league. Having a few extra beers with my new buds afterward just adds to my potential as a linebacker, anyway.

I thought hanging out with more straight people would make me get used to their vibe and kinda inoculate me against Tyler, but I’m still totally obsessed with him. He’s more of a bad boy now, but I’m finding that less unappealing than I used to. Plus, he’s still parading around in his uniform all the time. I can’t help it! I’ve jerked off more times that I can count to his Mr. June photos in the local firefighter calendar.

Whenever I see his mom, she’s constantly going on about how, out of all his Tonka toys growing up, the fire truck was always his favorite. She thinks that’s why he grew up to be a firefighter. Maybe I can change that core memory into something a little more… disreputable. That would definitely make him not my type anymore. I hope.

TYLER’S FAVORITE TOY GROWING UP WAS A TONKA MOTORCYCLE

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Fuckin’ A, man, I’m Tyler.

God, I love my hog. She’s a beaut, ain’t she? My parents wanted me to grow up to be a doctor or a lawyer or a firefighter or some shit, but all I ever wanted to do was ride my hog. Chicks want to ride my hog too, and I let them. As long as they don’t go near my bike! Hahaha, get it? Fuck, I love life. Let me take another drag on this stogie real quick.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my roommate, Dylan. I wish I didn’t have to room with anyone, but my boss at the garage keeps refusing to promote me. I should knock him around one of these days, see if that changes his mind. Anyway, sure, Dylan isn’t so much of a priss anymore. He doesn’t give me shit if I leave my grease-stained clothes on the couch or light up when we’re watching a football game.

But I wanted him to be straight-acting, you know? I tried to train him up as my wingman but he wore a super gay shirt with all these see-through holes to the party, and all the chicks kept their eyes on him the whole time! Fucker. Why can’t he be more like his brother? I’ve seen pictures. That dude is a full on redneck slob, got a Confederate tattoo and everything. I know they had the same backwater-ass trailer trash upbringing, why can’t he be rougher around the edges? You know what… maybe he can!

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL REALIZE HE WANTS TO EMBRACE HIS WHITE TRASH UPBRINGING

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Hey y’all, I’m Dylan.

Hoo-ee, life has been good lately. I dunno why I resisted my good ol’ boy roots for so long. This goatee really makes me look rugged, dunnit? Also the chest hair. So grabbable. I decided to stop shaving my body, and poof! There it went. A full rug, within like two days I reckon. Like a sign from God. This is how I was always meant to be.

I know I was trying to push away my crush on Tyler by making him not my type, but what’s the fuckin’ point? I need someone who can handle me, and this hot as fuck biker dude I’ve created might be the only one who can handle me at this point. I ride ‘em rough and bareback, just like the horses back home, and weak city dudes just can’t handle it.

Will he be the same if he’s not straight? Maybe not. But as long as he can take my eight inches, I’ll keep him around. I vaguely remember having some sort of compunction about changing him so drastically, but I’m too horny to remember what it was.

Fuck it.

TYLER WAS BORN GAY

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Uh… hi. I’m Tyler. Who are you again?

Sorry, I’m pretty forgetful. Daddy Dylan says I don’t gotta remember shit though, as long as I let him ride me as rough and as long as he likes. He’ll do all the rest for me. He tells me where to go, what to do, who to do. There are so many nice, hot guys who are willing to pay our rent if I turn a few tricks. I love it.

I’ve been like this as long as I can remember. My mom and dad kicked me out when I was 18, in my senior year of high school. I was caught sucking my English teacher’s dick behind the locker rooms. I never went to college after that, but it’s not like I was getting good grades anyway. Sucking Mr. Brentmon’s cock wasn’t for my health, you know. He had a nice juicy one, too. I still dream about it sometimes.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, I took up with this biker gang for a while after getting kicked out. I’ve always had a thing for bikers. But once they got through using my ass, they got bored. It was hard for a while, but now things are oh, so easy. I get all the dick I could ever want. I have a roof over my head, and no job to worry about. All I do is go to the gym and eat and fuck and I never have to think. Dylan said he might take me out muddin’ sometime too. I don’t know what that is, but anything Dylan does is fun. Fuck, I love the way his goatee tickles my skin when he kisses me, so rough, so manly. Way manlier than I’ve ever been. It’s so fucking hot. I love how he takes care of me.

I really have no complaints. I wouldn’t change anything about my life, even if I could remember how…

#roommates #straight to gay #masculinization #biker #redneck #jock #IQ drain

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novemberheart · 4 months ago

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Thank you for the support on the last post! Here’s Chapter two!

Chapter 1 <- Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

{overview} It’s move in day!

{Warnings} Female reader, poly relationship (the gay kind), light pricexghost and Gaz/Soap banter, Ghost already being a bit of a softie

The aggressive grind of the bandsaw covered the sound of approaching footsteps. Yet the tingle behind Simon’s neck was all he needed to know someone was there. He removed his foot from the pedal, shutting the machine off. He slid his safety glasses up to his head as the work shed door clanked open. He needed to grease the hinges.

“How’d it go?” He asked, leaning his back against the worktop. John shrugged, a pleased expression on his face.

“Good.” Price responded, leaning back across from him. “She seems like a good girl. It’ll only be for about a month anyway. And you know how it is, one- if not all of us will get shipped off sometime.” He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. Simon clicked his tongue in agreement.

“The boys like her?”

“I hear wedding bells.” John teased, causing both men to chuckle. “They like her.” He affirmed. “Would’ve been nice if you’d join us.” He continued slowly. John extended his leg so it pressed against Simon’s. A small action to show he meant to harm. Simon pressed further into Price, clearing his throat softly.

“Wouldn’t have mattered. Johnny already seemed hell bent on helpin’ her out, and you know if Johnnys thinkin’ it, Kyle is too.” Simon suddenly stood straight up, bending forward so his palms rested right next to John. “And you can never say ‘no’ to them.” He murmured, his cheek brushing against John’s.

Price let out a strangled gasp-laugh of sorts, his hand flattening against Simon’s chest pushing him away. “I can’t say ‘no’ to them?” He accused. “Tell me, what have you been up to in here?”

“Making another planter box for Kyle.” Simon responded quickly, a playful spark lighting up his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I thought there was four of them?” You questioned absentmindedly, adjusting yourself so you sat on your knees. Today was move in day and Kate was helping you pack what little belongings you had. She paused, all her attention on the task at hand- folding one of your t-shirts. She has always been a perfectionist.

“Yeah there is. You haven't met Simon yet. He’s a good guy, just a bit”- she trailed off, refolding another one of your items.

“Shy?” You leant.

“Sure we’ll go with that.” She sighed.

“I thought he was the mean one.” Kate’s wife, Robin interjected from over the phone. Your eyes widened and you turned over your shoulder to look at Kate.

“No I didn’t mean that- I hadn’t even met him when I heard that. He’s not mean, I just didn’t have a word for it at the time.”

“Do you have a word for it now?” You pressed. Robin giggled from over the phone. Kate opened and closed her mouth a few times.

“No- but he’s not as mysterious and complex as he likes to think.” Kate confessed. “My advice would just be to steer clear of him, you’ll only be there for a month anyways.”

“You’re making him sound scary.” Robin whispered harshly. You nodded your head in agreement.

“He won’t do anything to you.” Kate said firmly. There were times when you forgot what Kate did for a living. You forgot the emotional and physical turmoil she goes through on a day to day basis. She was protecting Simon. Her tone shooing off any idea that he was a bad man. You wondered what it would be like to have that type of bond with someone. A bond that is forged out of otherworldly trauma. Yet, you should be grateful you don’t have a tie like that. ‘Well there’s always tomorrow’ you thought to yourself. You shook that idea away. “We should get going. Love you, Honey.” Kate held the phone up to her chin, making a kiss noise into the speaker. Robin blew a raspberry.

“Bye Aunt Ro!” You shouted.

“Bye, lovie! And good luck!”

All in all you had three boxes. You never bothered to put any money into your place, knowing the likely consequences. When you and Kate pulled up to the house, John and Jonny were waiting for you.

“That’s it?” John asked, already opening the car door.

“Yeah. You don’t have to do that. That one’s heavy”- You stopped yourself as he picked up the box with one arm supporting it.

“Nonesense bon. Can’t have the neighbors thinking we aren’t gentlemen.” Johnny grinned also lifting a box like it was full of helium.

“Thank you.” You spoke sincerely. They nodded practically jogging back to the house.

“Don’t bother with things like that. They are pains in the butt- all of them, but they do get a weird satisfaction out of lifting heavy things. And opening jars.” Kate snickered. “Help me with this one?” You and Kate made it to the porch by the time Johnny came bounding back.

“The neighbors!” He scolded. “Let me help you with that box!” He yelled, taking a quick look around like the neighbors would be judging him from their windows. You and Kate both laughed and his face beamed. “You’ve got a pretty smile, bon.” Johnny blurted.

“You too.” It came out before you could stop it. It was the truth- one that you wished you hadn’t admitted. The last thing you needed was a flirting match on your first day. He said nothing, but Kate rolled her eyes at the noticeable pep in his step.

“Here’s this.” She handed you a key card to get into the housing area. “I transferred it to your name, but it’s old and the only one I could find so it might take a few times before it opens the gate. You’ll have access to the pool, gym and the clubhouse area. John said you can borrow one of their keys for the time being.” She gave you a soft smile, before wrapping her arms tightly around your shoulders.

It suddenly dawned on you this was goodbye. She was heading back home and you were going to be here, by yourself. You winced and held her just as tight. “Be a good girl.” She whispered. You nodded your head, thanking her heavily.

“Bye boys!” She yelled through the doorway.

“You’re not staying.” Kyle spoke peering his head from around the corner. It was like the same realization dawned on them. No more Laswell= no more buffer. She shook her head, heading down the porch. You watched her as she hopped into the drivers seat. Her movements were eager. You couldn’t blame her. She missed Robin desperately.

“Everything okay?” You jumped at Kyle’s voice, but quickly threw on a smile. You couldn’t not seem grateful.

“Yeah, just going to be weird not seeing her all the time.” You took a few cautious steps into the house. Even though it would be “yours” for the next month it still felt wrong entering without a direct invitation. Kyle nodded his head in understanding.

“Ready for the rest of the tour?” He smiled, wiggling a brow at you.

Next to the dining room was a bathroom. Next to the bathroom, close to the entryway was a downstairs office, which you were politely asked not to enter. You are more than willing to comply. Past the bathroom and dinning room was the mudroom and back door. These men were active and there was evidence of almost every hobby you could think of. The backyard was breathtaking. Plush outdoor seating (handmade from wood thank you Simon), a fire pit, barbecue, another wood table with chairs for outdoor dinning and last but not least a picture perfect garden. You just wanted to sprawl out in the grass and soak up the sun. You’re sure they would let you. In the far right hand corner there was a medium sized shed, painted black. “That’s Simon’s workshop.” Kyle had explained.

Up the stairs was another “office” type room. But this one was for play- not work. An air hockey table, a projector, the largest bean bags you’ve ever seen in your life, a wall with video games, movies and boardgames.

“Can this be my room?” You pleaded.

“You can come in there whenever you want.” Kyle promised. “Me and Johnny would enjoy the company.” Your stomach fluttered at smoothness of his voice. You wished you could record it for nights you had trouble sleeping. Next to the game room was another bathroom- this time a full one with a nicely sized tub and shower combo. “This’ll be your bathroom.”

It was as carefully decorated as the rest of the house. “You’ll share it with me and Johnny. Don’t worry he’s house trained.”

“Over here is your room.” Kyle presented. “It’s the plainest room in the house, but we rarely have people over.”

It was plain, but there was still a warmth to it. The thing that caught your eyes first was the large window overlooking into your surrounding neighbors backyard. Good thing you love to people watch. Your bed was in the center of the room with a plush white comforter and equally sinkable pillows. The closet was across from the bed with a sliding door. Your boxes were placed neatly in front of the window. “Oh and.” Kyle began. He took a few steps into your room, signaling for you to follow. He shut the door, leaving the two of you alone in your new bedroom.

“Simon installed this. We told him about the break ins- hope that was okay and he took it upon himself to install this bad boy, so you’d feel more comfortable.”

It was a swing lock, one that could only be opened from the inside. A soft gasp left your throat. “That’s so kind.” You whispered.

“Don’t make too big of a deal out of it.” It was a light warning. “He gets flustered easily.” You giggled, trying to suppress the tears building up in your eyes. You wanted to meet Simon now more than ever. Laswell was right- he wasn’t mean in the slightest. Next to your bedroom was another bedroom and across from it was the master bedroom.

“There’s only three rooms?” You hummed. “I’m not stealing someone room am I?” You doubted it with how unused your room look. Kyle shifted on his feet, his hand scratching the back of his neck. Laswell must’ve not given you ‘the talk’.

“Me and Johnny share that room.” Kyle said slowly. “Cap’ and Simon share that one.” He pointed towards the master bedroom.

“Oh!” You chirped. He could tell by your face you still didn’t catch on to what he was hinting at. In your mind they were all so close anyways, why wouldn’t they share a room? He sighed, but felt like it might be better for you to catch on naturally than for him to make it sound like a big deal. I mean it wasn’t like they were going to have an orgy in front of you.

“You hungry? It’s a nice day out. Cap’ usually throws something on the Barbecue.” Kyle offered already turning towards the stairs.

“That would be alright?” You questioned slowly. Kyle’s face softened.

“Course. Besides Johnny needs a new tennis partner.”

“What happened to the old one?”

“He’s a big ol’ cheater. No one wants to play him anymore.”

As promised John was just setting up his area and Johnny was bouncing a tennis ball against the side of the house.

“You play, bon?” It was a simple question, but it felt as if he was persuading you.

“I heard you cheat.” You felt as though you could be playful with him. His eyes scrunched in challenge.

“That’s what he’s been feedin’ you, hmm? Well bon, I have never cheated a day in my life. They just can’t wrap their heads around losing every time. It’s a coping mechanism.” He smirked. John shot a glare over his shoulder and Kyle shook his head quickly.

“Liar and a cheat.” Kyle yelped dodging a neon ball.

“I’ll go easy.” Johnny had turned his attention back to you.

Your hands twisted in your shirt. “Alright.” You sighed.

He did go easy on you. A part of you wondered if he was bored, the ball bouncing back and forth between the two of you at a snails pace. Yet every time you caught his gaze his face would express there was no where else he’d rather be. Well, you’re sure that wasn’t true. He was a people person. He made whoever he was interacting with feel like they were the only person in the world. Kyle had a similar effect. Though his was less assertive. With Johnny you would get attention, but with Kyle held back just enough to where you wanted it. Even now as your eyes carefully watched the ball they couldn’t help but drift over to him, sitting in the lawn chair keeping score.

You missed the ball.

“That was a record.” Kyle boasted, clapping his hands together. “15 passes in a row.”

“What’s the score though?” Johnny insisted.

“I don’t know, mate. 29 love.” Kyle shrugged. Johnny rolled his eyes.

“You won Johnny. Don’t worry.” You soothed.

“Didn’t make it easy, bon.”

He was competitive. You wondered how many fights had to be broken up in the game room.

“Foods just about ready, Johnny go get Simon.” You perked up in your chair.

“Yes sir, yes sir.” Johnny mocked stomped off, back into the house.

“You take cheese on your burger?” John asked. Your stomach had been growling for the past fifteen minutes. You quickly nodded. “We usually have chips but someone ate them as a midnight snack.” John chided placing a large plate of burgers in the center table.

“Simon too.” Kyle muttered, getting up heading back inside the house.

“How do you like your room, honey?” John asked, closing the grill top.

“I love it. It’s like a hotel.” You beamed. John’s lips quirked up into a smile.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Thank you again. You’re doing more than just giving me a place to stay.” You didn’t go into depth, but you could tell by the way his eyes softened that he knew what you meant.

The door slid open. Kyle came out with his arms full of condiments and two bags of potato chips or “crisps” as John called them. Johnny bounded out not soon after with a jug of soda and five cups balancing in his hand.

“Drink soda, Bon?”

“Umm not usually this late. I’m a wimp when it comes to caffeine.” You admitted.

“So what do you drink?” Johnny continued.

“Uh water.” You smiled sheepishly.

“That’s a new concept to him.” Kyle chuckled.

“I’ll go get it.” You took a glass and stood up. “Do you have any filtered? If not tap is fine.”

“There’s a pitcher in the fridge.” John answered. You slid the door open once more heading past the mudroom and slightly down the hall to turn into the kitchen.

You nearly dropped your glass at the large figure leaning against the kitchen island. He wasn’t much bigger than the others, but he looked more out of place.

“Hello.” You greeted. “Simon?” You asked slowly. He was handsome. You wished this group would make a calendar. They’d be sold out in no time. He looked about the same age as John. He had a beard trimmed close to his face, leaving enough of his strong jaw on display. His nose was a bit crooked and bumpy- must come with the job. His hair was honey ginger and cropped. But the thing that caught your attention first, and held it, were his eyes. A deep chestnut color, with absolutely no emotion it made you shudder.

Your name left his lips in a gravel breath.

“Yes.” You responded in an instant. “Just came in to get some water.” You stammered. He fixed his posture so he wasn’t blocking the way to the fridge. You grabbed the pitcher, almost overflowing your cup from the speed of the water. “Thank you for my lock.” You blurted. You peaked at him from over your shoulder. Turning your body to face his felt like too much of a commitment.

“Welcome.” He replied bluntly. “Sorry that happened to you.” He added. He cleared his throat, not turning back as he headed to the backyard.

So far, so good.

Hope you liked this next chapter. I personally believe that Ghost would not wear his mask in his home- or anywhere other than on the field or when he is physically on base. A man walking around town with a skull mask is much more likely to drawn attention- which is the last thing he wants. I also believe that Simon is a ginger 🙊🧡 based off of his two seconds without his mask on. Anywayysss This description isn’t set in stone and you are always welcome to think your own thoughts 🥰

See you next time!

#captain john price #ghost x reader #poly141 #simon ghost riley #soap x reader #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish #x female reader #poly141 x reader #141 x reader #novemberheart #cod #cod men

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kamii-2 · 7 months ago

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now hear me out. Kk arnold turning reader gay but reader thinks she’s straight

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hi 👾 anon!! i actually love you so much for requesting this and making me decide that i should make this a series, but anyway this is just a little backstory to everything so sorry if it’s confusing in any type of way.

warning(s): cussing, kk and reader don’t actually physically interact this chapter, suggestive thoughts

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

“you thought wrong” masterlist

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chapter 1: “bro she’s literally the reason i’m gay.”

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kk arnold has to be the finest person you’ve ever seen in your life, everything about her is just perfect. her personality, humor, smile, face, body, everything. the only problem is that you think she’s straight and kk is quite the opposite of that. she think you’re the prettiest girl to ever walk this earth, she has the same problem as you, she thinks your straight.

the only reason youre gay is because of kk, she turned you lesbian. but the way she talked on her lives to fans made you think she was straight but she did not look straight and you were to dense to see that. your friends have told you multiple time that she’s gay but you never believed them.

you figured out you were gay on a random sunday night, you were laying in your bed scrolling through tiktok when you got a notification from instagram that kk was live. you and kk were friends were sort of close, you knew a lot about her, or so you thought, and decided to join. when you joined it was her and paige just messing around, they were play fighting and ignoring the phone as they messed around but when they came back she checked the viewers, “hi y/n!” she said while waving at the phone, paige waving with her. you admired kk’s features and voice and it just kind of happened. you were thinking about how fine she was and then it clicked, kk just turned you gay and made you like her in less than a minute. you left the live quick as fuck and went back on tiktok, them edits of kk started popping up. “fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you favorited all of them.

- current day -

the time was 6:04am you were in the bathroom doing your hair. as you were doing it, your friend symphony facetimed you. “hey y/nnnn.” she greeted, “heyyyy” you replied back with the same energy. “guess what.” she smiled, “what?” you smiled back, “i bought tickets to the Uconn women’s basketball game tonight. the game is at 5:00 so i’ll come get you at 4:45.” your jaw dropped, “oh my god i love you so much, ALSO i have so much to tell you!” you yelled while clapping.

after all of your classes you went back to your dorm and waited for symphony to get there. while you waiting you scrolled on tiktok, favoriting kk edits as you scrolled. at around 4:00 you decided to redo your hair and touch up your makeup, at 4:44 symphony texted you that she was outside and you grabbed everything you needed then headed out the door to her car. “heyyy.” you said happily as you got in, “hiii.” she smiled. “okay so a few days ago i joined kk arnold’s live the boom i found out im gay and that i like her in less than a minute.” you dumped on her the moment she went silent, “AS IN THE BASKETBALL PLAYER?” she yelled, “isn’t there only one kk arnold?” you asked, “OH MY GOD.” she yelled again. “okay, okay, we have to go if we wanna make it on time.” you were trying to make her stop yelling, “sorry, i can’t believe what you just told me man.” she was now laughing.

when you guys got to your seats the game was about to start in 2 minutes. you guys talked about college, the basketball teams, and drama. once the team came out symphony was checking everyone out, “ooh, number 10 lowkey fine, not even lowkey, highkey!” she muttered to you, you just laughed at her antics and kept watching them play. “i know you said that you liked kk but i can’t help but admit the fact that she’s fine as hell.” symphony muttered to you again, “i know. bro she literally turned me gay.”

as the game went on you and symphony kept talking about the basketball team and you guys got back on the topic of your sexuality. “kk is gay for sure.” symphony added on to your last sentence, “no she’s not she doesn’t look- she definitely looks gay but the things she says aren’t. she talks about her man all the time on lives.” you defended her, “are you dense?” symphony looked at you like you had 7 eyes. “she’s saying that stuff because she’s famous and has fans and people who look up to her.” symphony argued. “true.” you mumbled and the conversation ended there.

after the game, you and symphony went out to eat then she dropped you off at your dorm. you thought about what symphony had said until you fell asleep, is kk really gay or straight and looks gay? you weren’t sure and honestly you really wanted to find out.

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okay so before i finish everything off, let me introduce the characters

y/n l/n: 18, from chicago illinois (illinois barely gets any recognition and that’s where i’m from just not chicago and this is my story so i can do whatever i want)

symphony roy: 18, from chicago illinois, black, y/n’s childhood friend

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i hope you guys enjoyed the first part of “you thought wrong” !! i will post more parts later this week anyway i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #kk arnold #kk arnold x reader #fluff #wlw #wlw post

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naneun-no · 10 months ago

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From my drafts so it’s late but:

Today’s delulu thought is that Standing Next to You has too many lyrical coincidences to not be about Jimin.

🫣 I SAID IT WAS DELUSIONAL OKAY

You are free to disagree. You probably should 🤣

I mean we know it wasn’t written by Jung Kook but obviously the version he recorded was arranged with and for JK, and “leave your body golden” can’t be a coincidence right? Like it’s the whole ass album name, plus a word that carries connotations of JK himself, which the ppl who worked with him on Seven must have known.

So if that wasn’t a coincidence… then what about:

1. “How we left and right is something we control” — a callback to both Left and Right by CP feat JK, but also a nod to Butter, a massive BTS hit and a song that he performs alongside his boyfie bestie JM.

2. “When it’s deep like DNA, something they can’t take away” — a callback to another massive BTS hit, interesting. And *delulu warning* also reminds me of JM and JK’s extreme similarities that they themselves have referred to before?? They’re wired the same, they have the same sense of humor, they live and breathe for the same shit and even though they have some very key differences, they really do seem like twin flames (even if you just see it as platonic). They are similar in ways that seem braided into the fibers of their being. Like, in their DNA 🧬 some may say. *delulu warning #2* I’m also reminded of Jimin’s Letter lyrics: “After all this time has passed will we still be the same? Just like we were when we first met.”

Also, “something they can’t take away” is an interesting turn of phrase… more on that later.

3. Okay the real meaty part:

Screaming I’ll testify that we'll survive the test of time, they can't deny our love. They can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time I promise I'll be right here

[I seriously can’t believe how closeted-couple-coded this song is]

First off, again with the Letter lyrics mirrored here with the “test of time.” Then it’s got all this drama about being ripped apart and how it won’t happen and how they’ll be next to each other no matter what and that they have “something they can’t take away.”

Not only does all that line up with other Letter lyrics, but it is so goddamn dramatic and for what?

Be for real, what straight couple in this day and age would have this much working against them?? The only possible explanations are: 1) within the fantasy world of a song I suppose this could be some sort of Romeo and Juliet/West Side Story motif, and to be fair the music video did have a kind of rival gang/crime family look to it? Sort of? With the men fighting below the stage? Idk. Or it could be 2) the fact that idols do in fact often have to hide even their straight relationships, which is wild to me. But I know it’s a thing, so. I suppose there’s that. JK doesn’t seem the type though honestly. I think he’d be even more open about it than V.

On the other hand, the lyrics seem SO fit for a couple who are a) queer, b) closeted, c) currently in/about to be in a legislatively homophobic military and country (am I saying that right? Lol) and d) internationally famous pop idols in the SAME BAND who are both widely regarded as heterosexual sex symbols and would be shunned by many people in their homeland AND internationally if their queerness were to be revealed, much less if they were truly an item and THAT news broke.

Whew. That was a lot but like… that would be a real example of a relationship that would be VERY threatened by outside forces plotting against them and trying to separate them. Not JK and a hot blonde model, not him and a Korean actress, not basically any other scenario but a queer relationship.

Idk I know he didn’t write it but like ??? What the hell is that theme? I’m dying to get inside the mind of the people who DID write it, because are they or are they jikookers at this point like?!

4. Just for fun I’ll also point out the “leave your body golden like the sun and moon” 😏 like. Okay. At this point the songwriters are watching Jikook compilations, drooling over @slaaverin edits like convince me they’re not. CONVINCE ME.

5. “Deeper than the rain”?! “The pain”?! Alright I’m not even serious at this point but ??? Rainy day fight 🌧️?!?! 🤣🤣

6. “Standing next to you” oh you mean like… for 18 months? In a companion enlistment program? Like that?

Alright alright I’m done but you get my point. What even is this song if not an anthem of jikookery?! It’s more on-the-nose than Letter, more sneaky than Still With You. It wasn’t written by JK but at this point I’m calling that the songwriters are as delulu as me.

Hope y’all are well. If you made it to the end of this thank you for donning your tinfoil hat with me and I hope you at least got a giggle.

✌️

#jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #jikook theories #delulu time

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12-seconds-to-live · 1 year ago

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(Un)Lost: The art of war

Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!Oc

Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety, Seb’s retirement, harsh words.

DRIVE TO SURVIVE SEASON 5 - EP. 1 THE NEW ERA

“It’s freezing in here” I said while I was puting my cap in my head, my Williams cap, ready to sit in the famous black chair of Netflix. “Thank you Netflix for make this possible, Bahrain is being cooking itself now” The producer chuckle.

“So, we’re going to let you introduce you and then make you a few questions. Everything clear?”

“Sure” I look for a better position in the chair and look to the camera “My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones and I’m engineer strategist for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I said with a smile on my face. I saw the people in the back laugh and I copy the action

“You can’t lie to Netflix, kid”

“I think I just did ... Anyway, 1, 2, 3, Monday to Friday, My name is Charlotte Robyn-Jones, I’m 23 and I’m a race driver for Williams Racing Formula One Team” I tilt my head to one side and laugh “Cool”

“So cool. What’s for you to be at the top of the game right now?, obviously avoiding the question that you must be bored about”

“Being a woman is fantastic, except for that thing every month but I can’t complain. I have to say that it’s not easy. You can dream of some things happening but all the same time, If you really wanted, the answer is get up and look for your better options to make things happen.” I gassped and look down and to the camera. “I remenber when I told my dad that I wanted to give it a try in karting and I wasn’t even 6, he looked at me like I was some sort of silly muppet but then he make me promise that I will do great in school and then he will help me with the racing carreer I wanted. The rest is history”

A series of videos of her carreer show up, from her beginning in karts, F4, F3 and her successfull 2021 in F2 finishing as champion, smiling faces all around and obviously a very proud Charlotte.

“You just mention your dad. What about other members in your family? Friends or even a boyfriend?” I look at the producer with a side smile

“You guys are really something else, right?” they laugh “I’m single ready to mingle. I don’t talk to much about my family, I like to be private about that. I almost dropped all this. My family is my priority and two years ago I lost my mom due cancer so...”

“I’m sorry we don’t...”

“No, it’s okay” I smiled to the camera “She’s not here but I still talk about her like she’s just in the back of the house screaming to the dog for being so silly, she’s still here and I know she’s proud”

“Sure she is. Just to finish ... Any expectations for your team. Everybody wanted to see you in a bigger team like Mercedes or Ferrari, did you hear any rumors about that?”

“Well, certanly I did hear, but the thing is, mmm, I always believe that If you wanna prove yourself is better to start from the very bottom, understand the little things and then you’ll find success, almost glory. Being in this sport is so tricky, like, one day you won in Monaco and the next day you’re out of the points or feeling that all your pasion is going out to your body” I see everybody’s faces like I was saying something fascinating “This is sport is like war, you better watch out your back ‘cause even your own team could kill you.”

“So, this is your year to discover yourself?”

“Yes, my bingo card this year will imply me being playing the art of war that is F1″

“Okay Charlotte, this is all for today. We’ll see you along the year”

“Thanks and don’t spill my secrets. Snitches end up in ditches, they say”

I go out of the room straight to the Williams garage. Sure thing is that this year is going to be wild, after what happened last year between Red Bull and Mercedes, man, I really don’t want to be any member of those teams.

“Hello Ms. Jones, everything all right with Netflix?” My PR, Ava asked. She was in Alex side of the garage talking to other people

“Yeah, they’re like school girls” She laugh

“Yeah, sometimes. Today is media day so since you’re ready with your Williams merch, we can start signing some caps and cards and then continue with your schedule. Or do you want to start with press?”

“Up to you really, better doing the easiest first then I’ll face the sharks” We walk to a conference room when I found Alex with his girlfriend and his PR. Last year I met the girl in a tournament in the UK and we have been really close since then.

“Oh hello you, my girl and my boy rocking together this year” Lily said and hug me, while Alex put a false angry face

“Nice to see you Lily and yes, we’re going to rock or better than that” I said she smack Alex shoulder

“See, I tould you she has spirit!”

“I know, I think that everybody saw that video of her running along the track after her win in last year championship”

That video.

Well, you don’t win F2 championship many times in your life, right?

“I don’t know what are you talking about”

“Everybody know you do”

“Shh” I sit next to the pile of merch with my face on it. It’s 9:45 so I have time ‘till lunch and more interviews.

INTERVIEW ROOM @14:20

W/ Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel

“Don’t be nervous, ok? I’m not gonna tell what to answer, you’re smart so answer like a pro”

“Like a pro? So I can say <<inchident>> or even ask about the interviewers plans for the summer?” I showed Ava a side smiled

“Please don’t and you’re going to be in between, your name is on the sofa” I enter the room and saw the amount of people organized in the back of the room with notepads, cameras and tricky looks.

“So, welcome everybody to the second session here in Bahrain, we are here with Lando Norris from McLaren, Carlos Sainz from Ferrari, Charlotte Jones from Williams, Lewis Hamilton from Mercedes and Sebastian Vettel from Aston Martin. Welcome to the drivers, we’re going to have a round of questions for this sesion, if that’s ok” I look at the others who nod.

“Hello, this question is for Charlotte” Great. “We want to hear your first impresions of your new team, if you have the chance to meet the other drivers and expectations for your rookie season”

I tried to smiled but I suddenly felt like I wanna dissapear and the lights we’re too bright so I put on my glasses and I hear Lewis laugh and how he copy my action and take the microphone “It’s sunny outside so there’s no need to put the light to bright, thanks guys” And squeezed my hand.

“Yeah, lights, mmm, almost everybody saw me in the car last year when I met the team and my teammate. Everything has been great so far, mmm I spent half of the holidays with the Sainz family, there been close to my mom’s family so, yeah, Carlos and his trainer just help me to get in better shape for this rodeo, something that I’m grateful for” I fist bump with Carlos and laugh “And expectations, well, I prefer to see how it goes after the race, I sent my ideas and questions the past month so I know now that the car is fast and let’s see If we can put Williams on the top again”

Sebastian took the microphone and look at me “Do you know about engineering?”

“Yeah, I finished my degree in mechanical engineering last month, obviously online, so...”

“That’s impresive, kid” answer Sebastian

“Am I the only one scared now?” Ask Lando to everybody. Everybody laugh at that. The interview session went smoothly and not many questions were to me, since Lewis was in the room, the events of november where reminded. Questions about strategies and upgrades for Ferrari and Aston Martin and the chances of McLaren of getting a podium this year. After that, the session ended, Carlos stopped me.

“Welcome officially, girasol” He hug me in the process and we heard a cough

“Are you good, man?”

“Since my friend here it’s so disrespectfull, nice to meet you, yo soy Lago”

“Nunca le enseñaste bien español” I said laughing to the spaniard

“Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno”

“Please don’t. Back to a common language” I smiled to him and oh boy! such beautiful eyes

“Charlotte, rookie, friend of this guy, fan of dogs, chocolate cake and be on my xbox the whole day” I shake his hand and he gasp

“Marry me”

“In a few years, maybe” I look to Carlos who look at me with wide eyes

“I don’t want him on family holidays, ten moths are too much now” As we were walking through the paddock, a few photographers and fans aproach us. Since Carlando were more famous that I am, so I go straight to my motorhome to lay down for a bit.

What a day.

A few headers on instagram and twitter about the conference

2022 ROOKIE READY TO DRIVE AND BEING A THREAT

CHARLOTTE ROBYN-JONES, NEW SENSATION IN THE PADDOCK

IS THIS THE YEAR OF WILLIAMS?

Mind clear and then start proving myself.

I’m a girl, yes, but right now I feel that I have a chance to be like them, it’s ny time.

A champion, one ready to fight.

I finished my day with more media duties, to 6 pm I was going to wait for Carlos who offer a ride to the hotel. While I was waiting in the parking lot, the papaya pair waved at me.

“Hiya, you must me Charlotte. I’m Daniel, the one with good looks in the team” He said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you Daniel, how you guys doin’?”

“All good, we’re heading to the hotel, ready to kick asses tomorrow?” I saw how Lando seems certanly interested in the question

“I’m feeling normal, but yeah, let’s see tomorrow. My driver arrived so... see ya” I waved at them when Carlos opened his car. Daniel and Lando saw the couple leaving the parking lot when the australian looks at the youngest

“Say it”

“What?”

“Why do you look so shock around her? I mean, even Max who lives in a rock knew about her”

“I’ve been friends of Carlos and I never see her around, it’s weird”

“Ooow, the kid is jealous of the newie” Daniel started laughing and going to his car

“Man stop... I’m not jealous and also I’m a man!”

BAHREIN CIRCUIT @13:45 - FP1 & FP2

“Radio check, please” my race engineer said. Williams had the chance to start fourth in the two practices after Alfa Romeo, Ferrari, Red Bull and Alpine.

“ And I thought my heart was detached, from all the sunlight of our past, but she's so sweet, she's so pretty, does she mean you forgot about me? Yeah, yes, I’m going to send you my playlist for the race, what dou you think?”

“We’ll evaluate that after practice”

“It’s not a no, I wil take it”

“Ok Charlotte, 30 seconds to start heating the tyres and whenever you ready, your flying lap”

“Copy”

“Now, we’ll have Williams coming out the pits to start practice, first our rookie Charlotte, fresh out the oven as F2 champion. She’s heating the tyres and has 15 minutes to do a few laps and see how that car goes”

On the broadcast, the faces of the team principals were on screen, with their expectations on the girl and see how she start.

“Ok Charlotte, you can start in the next lap with Leclerc and Ocon in front of you” I pressed the copy bottom. Here I go.

One thing about me it’s that I brake late but my left foot likes to keep itself on the throttle. A girl have to give it all, right?

“I feel like I’m watching the Mercedes W11 all over again. Wow! I can see a future world champion, multiple times If she wanted too”

“That car is fast” said Christian Horner looking to Max’s engineer “What the hell?”

“Definitely it is”

“Toto, even when she brake the car doesn’t go below 170 km/h. what?” Lewis and Bono stand beside the team principal of Mercedes.

“I think that your eight championship have to wait a bit, I can’t believe my eyes”

“That girl is the real Toretto, don´t you think?” asked Yuki to the french man

“I wanna throw myself down a hill to be honest”

“What the f***?, which car is that?, I almost get dizzy” asked Charles over the radio

“That was a Williams, the rookie, she’s 3 seconds faster than you”

“This is going to be a long season. F***”

“Well done Charlotte. With his pace you can certanly win every race this season”

“Haha, good job to everybody from those in the factory to the ones in the garage. What about Alex?”

“As good as you, the difference is 0.337″

“That’s good”

“Yes, we’ll wait for you in the garage”

As I parked, I could heard the applauses from my team and the people around the garage.

And yes.

A very long season ahead.

intro

That was fun.

For those who doesn’t speak spanish, here the translation:

Girasol: sunflower.

Nunca le enseñaste bien español: you never taught him Spanish well.

Ciertamente él fue un terrible alumno: He certainly was a terrible student.

Hope you liked it :)

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for threatening to get my best friend sectioned?

This actually happened 2 years ago, but last night he made a joke about it that kind of seemed like he might still be mad at me about it. So. Anyway, ages and all are written as they were at the time.

For context, my (18m) mom took guardianship of my friend (17m), called “J”, after his grandfather passed, a few months before this happened.

Not going into specifics, but J has struggled with OCD and an ED for years, and I suspect when he’s an adult he’ll probably get diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder at some point.

(Update from the Present: no dice… yet.)

A close family friend of his passed away and it caused his mental issues (particularly the ED) to get a lot worse really quickly.

Even thought my mom was technically his guardian, she kind of relied on me to keep tabs on him because he’s usually pretty honest with me compared to other people. Like, if he’s not doing well, I have the best chance of finding that out.

So. His family friend dies, he gets worse, I report all of this back to my mom, who starts trying to get some sort of more intensive treatment lined up for him (difficult and time consuming because of where we lived at the time).

My mom tells me not to tell J, because he “talks a big game” about not wanting treatment or whatever and she firmly believes it’ll be easier if he doesn’t have time to stress himself out about it before it happens. Okay. So I don’t tell J.

Somehow, he finds out anyway, and also finds out that I knew and had chosen not to tell him, but doesn’t tell me that he knows. (Convoluted, I know, sorry.)

I pick J up from an after school thing one night, we end up talking about pretty heavy shit in the car for a /long/ time, and after the conversation died, he put a hand on my shoulder, leaned over, and kissed me. And like not a short kiss either. It was like a 3 to 4 second kiss.

Context again, I realized I was gay and that I liked J in a not particularly friend-like way when I was 13. I never told him and never planned on telling him. I told him a lot of things but I intended on growing old and dying with that one kept nice and secret. Even if he was some form of not-straight, which I was 99.99% sure he wasn’t, I didn’t think it was worth jeopardizing my closest friendship with romantic and/or sexual feelings that could at best confuse him or make him uncomfortable or at worst outright disgust him.

Anyway. We don’t talk about it, I end up going to stay for a few days with a guy (20m but not really relevant) I’d been sort of seeing/sleeping with for a couple months because I literally couldn’t be in the same house as J or I would probably implode.

Fast forward a week, I’m picking J up from a hospital 2 towns over because he ran away (? unclear really, haven’t discussed the particulars w him and I wasn’t staying at home at the time) and ended up having to go to the ER.

In the car (best time to talk to someone because they can’t run away), he apologizes for kissing me. I’m thrown off by that, because he hadn’t said anything up to this point and it honestly wasn’t even in the top 5 things I was thinking about.

I asked him why he did it and he just sighed and explained in this tone of voice that, I don’t know how to explain it, but had just the right lack of empathy or affect that I knew he was being 110% honest.

Condensed version: he found out I was reporting everything he told me to my mom (still don’t know how). He was pissed. He was aware he needed more intensive treatment, and he knew my mom was aware. He did not want treatment. He knew I had liked him for years. He knew that I was relatively fragile about it. He knew that if he did something (like kiss me for example) there was a good chance it would break my brain and I would freak out.

He essentially kissed me to decommission me for a few days so he could formulate a plan to run away.

FINALLY we have arrived at the AITA part.

After hearing all this, I tried very hard to come up with something rational to say, but ended up saying (essentially), “You’re fucking insane, and I’m telling my mother you need to be committed.”

I know I wasn’t wrong to be angry. But I also know from past knowledge and experiences that he had a deep fear of being deemed “insane” or unfixable or whatever, and also that he was really afraid of treatment in general.

Idk. I go back and forth on whether or not I was out of line, or needlessly escalating the situation, by threatening him. It was a much bigger threat in his mind than it was in mine, and so even though I know I said it as a reaction to a fucked up situation, there’s still the idea that I blew it completely out of proportion and weaponized his own mental issues against him.

So AITA for threatening my best friend by telling him I was going to get him committed to a long term psychiatric hospital?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Elmsworth academy part 2

You show up to school, still totally-not-plastered from last night’s wild party. You lean against the doorframe and rub your blurry eyes, then stumble in a straight-ish line to your seat. You had the fortune of being able to sit next to Amy. The principal’s daughter was gorgeous, everyone knew it. Her curly red hair was somehow always pristine, her green eyes always sparkled, and perhaps most impressively, she somehow managed to fit her MASSIVE tits into her school uniform. Make no mistake, this was THE party girl in school.

Not during school hours though. In here, she was as polite and reserved as anyone could be. A far cry from the girl you’d previously seen chug an entire keg of beer and then dance naked for several minutes before passing the fuck out. It was honestly impressive how well she could hold up the “good girl” facade around any authority figure.

“Good morning Zoe!” She says, cheerfully smiling as you took your seat beside her. “Do anything fun last night?” She shoots you a wink, as if to say “our little secret!”

You slowly turn towards her, your mind bleary and foggy, not quite able to pick up on the playfulness of her statement. “Whuh? Yeahhn? *hic* I-I wuz at yer par-“

Amy shoots you a look, one that even your totally-not-drunk-just-a-bit-tired brain can understand. You steady yourself a bit. Why is Amy slowly swaying back and forth? Actually- why is the whole room slowly swaying back and for-

The buzzing of your phone in your pocket breaks your train of thought (what’s left of it anyway). You take it out, seeing a notification on the screen. It takes a moment to read, stupid letters are all fuzzy and warped, must be some weird new update. You eventually manage to make out the words:

CloudyChloe628:

“Girl when I told u to hurry up and come to class, I didn’t know u’d be like this! Ur still trashed! Get back to the dorm room before any1 else sees!”

You giggle, a bit of drool escaping your lips and dribbling down your chin. You clumsily wipe it off, shaking your head. Oh Chloe, poor, innocent, simple Chloe. Didn’t she know? You obviously weren’t trashed! You’d slept after all! You couldn’t be! You type out a response, having a bit of difficulty as the keys keep moving around. Man, this update is weird.

ZoeGloey62:

“imnn ot trahed”

“^*trashd”

“shtu uip bitch 😂🤣🖕🖕”

CloudyChloe628:

“Ugh. I knew I shouldn’t’ve let u chug something called “the Hennessy hurricane.”

“Listen u gotta get outta here. If the teachers see you like this they’ll get us all in trouble. Getting Amy caught would be social suicide, girl.”

Man, Chloe seems really convinced about this whole “still being drunk” thing. Eh, what does she know? One thing’s for sure though, you’re thirsty. You reach into your bag and take out your bottle of water, taking a swig of it to quench your thirst. Some of the liquid dribbles onto your tits. Hrm? That’s not possible, your uniform covers them! It would need to be partially unbuttoned for- Huh.. why does this water burn? It tastes almost like…

Your thoughts are interrupted by another loud “Hic-gURRPP-“ Ohhhhh, you must’ve grabbed a sparkling water! classic mistake. You look back at your phone, ignoring the room’s swaying, which has just gotten worse for some reason.

CloudyChloe628:

“DID U JUST GULP VODKA IN CLASS?! Girl you neefd tosegt oauset shwebafor euageht………”

Huh, her message seems all blurry and warped after that, weird, you can’t make the rest of it out. Trying to decipher it is making your head feel all fuzzy and spinny.

You shake your head, thinking of the absurdity of her suggestion as you take another swig of water.

Hic-GURrrnp!~

Amy leans over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and whispering softly.

“Zoe, I think you should.. take a day off.”

Her tone seems somewhat threatening? You can’t imagine why. You do sort of like how her fingers feel as they dig slightly into your shoulder. You wonder how those fingers would feel pumping inside y-

Amy suddenly fully grabs you, pulling you up out of your seat and dragging you behind her.*

“Zoe! Calling other students names is against the school code of conduct! I’m going to have to take you to the principal’s office!”

Why is she yelling? What is she talking about? Oh look a quarter on the floor! You wonder what would happen if you filled the school with coins? A metal detector would-

Suddenly, you’ve been slammed against the bathroom wall, Amy’s arms holding you against it. Your brain takes a minute to process, realizing that her “good girl” facade miiigght be dropping in here.

“What the FUCK were you thinking? Coming to class with your tits half out totally plastered? Are you trying to get me caught?”

You pause a moment, what is she talking about? You stumble a bit, this room is swaying too for some reason.

“Whudd’ya talkinn’bout?.. ah’ *hic!* ah’m nawt’plastrd..”

This seems to agitate Amy further, the redhead shaking you in frustration.

“You’re fucking wasted Zoe. If YOU get in trouble, I get in trouble. And if I get in trouble, no more parties for ANYONE.

You can tell she’s definitely upset, but you’re finding it a bit hard to focus. Seeing the girl drop her facade, being so rough with you… well, it’s doing something.

“After everything I do to help you, too. Who do you think drags your drunk ass back to your dorm room after party night? Do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself??”

…

“*hic-GURrrup!*.. yer’pweddyyy~”

Amy throws her hands up in exasperation, groaning loudly. You slump down the wall to the floor, the sudden lack of her grip holding you up causing you to lose your balance in the spinning room.

As you slump down the wall, your bag falls to the ground, your sparkling water bottle rolling out.

Amy pauses, looks down, and glances across the room. Even in your drun- erm… tired state, you can see an idea cross her mind, a mischievous look in her eye.

“Hmmm.. alright Zoe, you wanna be wasted in school?”

Without warning, the redhead grabs your chin, pulling your face up and forcing your body closer to her.

“Fine…”

she takes the bottle and shoves the end of it between your lips. Confused, you gulp down the liquid. It’s just sparkling water after all, right?

As you chug the water, your vision gets foggier, the room spins quicker, your brain slows further. Oh man, maybe Chloe was onto something before…

As you finish the bottle, feeling much less coordinated than you did a moment ago, Amy hoists you to your feet. You lean yourself in a slump against her, standing on your own feeling almost impossible.

“Tell me Zoe..” Amy begins, her voice much more… sultry.. than before. “Do you know how I get all that booze for my parties?”

You shake your head “no”, or maybe you don’t, it’s hard to tell. Your head feels super heavy, the spinning room making you feel unbelievably disoriented.

Amy giggles, the sound causing a pang against your heart. It was cute, no denying.

“Well, then… let me show you…”

Amy walks (carries? drags?) you over to a door at the other end of the bathroom. She takes out a key, sliding it into the lock and turning it, opening the door slowly.

As your bleary, unfocused eyes take it all in, you can’t believe what you’re seeing…

To be concluded…

#intox #intox kink #intoxication kink #intox fantasy #imndruenk n feortgot topsost thsisss

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kazzeyy · 27 days ago

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I have just got to rant rn.

My entire friend group imploded because one of the girls (we’ll call her Kasey) decided that associating with “zionists” like me and my one other Jewish friend wasn’t sustainable (I assume).

The one “conversation” we had with her (that now has been framed as a “fight” somehow) was me and my friend so so gently and carefully and kindly pointing out via instagram that one of the dozens of propaganda things she was sharing in her stories was problematic, and explaining to her why. It’s actually pathetic how much we were trying not to hurt HER feelings and assure her we also don’t like bibi, etc (btw she is not Arab, Palestinian, Muslim, nada. She just decided to care deeply about this one thing post-10/7 and utilize her instagram to only share things about big bad Israel—she has never posted a single political thing before mind you).

She responded to our message in a wishy washy fashion and ofc didn’t offer to take down the offending post. Then WE thanked HER for listening to us and hearing us out. LMAO. My Jewish friend then messaged Kasey separately asking her in a heartbreaking way to please show some support for Jews—for her. Not Israel, not the war, just Jews. Kasey responded by saying “well a week ago i shared this post that mentioned Jews” and that her main priority was caring about the people in Gaza. Yeah.

From that point on my friend and I decided to be cordial with Kasey but not go out of our way to see her outside of when the larger group got together. Which I think is very forgiving of us. My Jewish friend even still extended Kasey the invite to come to her own home!! She ofc continued posting ridiculous shit to her instagram relentlessly, but at one point must have blocked us from her stories bc one of the other girls told us she had been posting things we weren’t seeing. Guess she couldn’t handle being challenged on her views.

Well anyway, soon enough Kasey decided to stop interacting in the group chat at all. I guess our presence in her life even digitally was too much for her! Despite the fact our only “conversation” was the single one on instagram that was extremely cordial and respectful on our end. So I can only guess why she didn’t want to associate with us Jews anymore…

A little while later I hung out with one of the other girls in the group—Cat. Cat is someone who has studied history in some ways and had been open about listening in the past. So I opened up to her about my frustration and anger about the rising antisemitism in the US, and the impossible situation I felt Israel was in with Hamas locating themselves in civilian areas, etc. I can’t tell you the amount of times I stressed how upsetting it was for me to see so many people dying and how heartbreaking it was. I theorized about day 2 and what it would take to de-radicalize Gaza, which would entail re-education, etc. (This is foreshadowing.)

And then one day I was doom scrolling as one does and saw a claim that some American professor was posting blatant terrorist support on his instagram page which I thought was outrageous as any sane person would. I went to his profile to see for myself, and sure enough it was true. Nothing that was iffy about it—this was straight praise for Hamas and the Houthis. And guess who was shown as a mutual follower of ours. Yep, Kasey.

So despite the fact that in hindsight Kasey stepped over the line way before that, this was truly the last straw for me. and I never understood what “seeing red” meant before then. But I blocked her that very moment without even thinking about it.

The group chat has continued to be completely dead and anyone close to Kasey have also made zero attempts to speak to me or my Jewish friend.

Fast forward to today…

and I learn that Cat has been telling at least one person that I told her that I think children in Gaza deserve to die.

Do I laugh or cry or scream??

I haven’t spoken to Cat in a hot minute, but considered her still a friend of sorts. Overall I of accepted I was no longer a part of the group (me and the other Jewish friend have been making a lovely Jewish girl gang for ourselves this past year so I don’t feel the loss), so tbh I’m not heartbroken about losing Cat as well since I’ve already divorced myself from that group as a whole—I’m more so flabbergasted.

Kasey was bad enough (I’m still very angry about it and will never forgive nor forget and will hold this grudge until the day I die btw), but this behavior from Cat is just something I cannot wrap my head around.

I never in a million years would have thought that an Israel Palestine issue would be what people used to demonize and character assassinate me, but here we are!!!!

#jumblr #there’s even more to add here but this more or less sums it up #just wild! all the antisemitism people do not see as such and they (Kasey) genuinely think they have the moral high ground #Cat…I could not tell you wtf that’s about #antisemitism? psychosis? personality disorder? just a bitch? who knows

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fantasylandbitch · 1 year ago

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Summary: While Sam lets everyone know it's time for bed she seeks you out in the bathroom wanting to know where you’d like to sleep that night not knowing that you’re in danger. The next day you find yourself being looked after by Tara, Mindy, and Ethan will he take his opportunity to take you and the girls out?

Warning: Long Chapter, Hallucinations, 18+ A Little Spicy 18+, Cussing, Wild Mean Billy Appears, and Super Creepy Ethan.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 Chapter 9 (Chapter 9.5 Coming Soon)

In your frozen state, you try to rationalize how Ghost Face can be in the bathroom with you because you can’t imagine that Sam and the others would have seen him climb through either the window or walk through the front door and not bat an eye at him. But as you stand in front of the mirror trying to rationalize his point of entry, you watch him step out of the shower one foot after the other. But as you stop thinking and start being present in your body you run for the door not even looking back to see how close he is to you in the bathroom. When your hand reaches for the door you find yourself fumbling with the door handle trying to lock and unlock it but it isn’t budging, you start to feel Ghost Face’s presence behind you making your skin crawl and your muscles tense up.

On the other side of the door, Sam can hear you struggling with the door handle, and at first, she was going to chuckle to herself almost finding it funny if it weren’t for how fast the door handle was moving, so she walked up to the bathroom door quickly. “Y/n are you okay?” she asks you through the bathroom door in a tone that is similar to a yell but is low like a whisper. But you don’t respond to her question so Sam starts to get worried while trying to keep her cool, trying not to alarm her family in the living room.

Then Mindy walks by the hallway to get a drink of water when she catches Sam playing with the bathroom door handle.“Everything okay Sam?” Mindy asks her, seeing how Sam looks like she’s almost struggling with the door handle or perhaps pulling a prank on you which she believes is highly unlikely.

As calmly as possible Sam looks over at Mindy and nods at her “Yeah sort of….I-I think Y/n is stuck in the bathroom” she says to her with a distressed look on her face a little similar to when Tara wouldn’t respond to her texts on her whereabouts.

“Oh…OH shit okay” Mindy says to Sam realizing it’s a bit urgent before she quickly walks over to Danny’s bedroom “Hey boy next door. Sam needs your help with the bathroom it’s not opening,” she says as Danny looks up from his bed with a look of concern before getting up to walk over to the bathroom.

“Sam, Samantha what’s wrong?” Danny asks Sam while walking down the hallway but Sam isn’t paying attention to him at the moment because she’s worried about you and he can see that now as he gets closer. He can tell that Sam is worried about what you might be thinking after suffering a traumatic event the other day so he turns around to quickly get his small tool kit from his bedroom so that you can get out and so that Sam doesn’t work herself into a nightmare late at night.

While in the bathroom you eventually turn your back on the door, now sweating and looking at Ghost Face as he takes a step forward and you can feel your heart beating in your ears all the while your breath picks up. You’re starting to think that this is the end for you as you stare back at Ghost Face knowing that you are currently in no condition to be fighting until you remember that he disappeared in the dark in your dream. The thought makes you look death straight in the face before looking at the corner of the mirror and the light switch near the sink. Then you ran over to turn the lights off and before Ghost Face could stab you it was lights out. It’s dark and you are breathing more heavily now, you don’t seem to hear any movement from Ghost Face who was in the bathroom with you a moment ago but that doesn’t mean your fear has lessened. Amid your fearful state, you eventually attempt to pull yourself up from the ground but a sharp pain runs up the left side of your stomach which prevents you from getting up fully. “Damn it,” you say to yourself feeling frustrated that you're unable to pick yourself up until you stop to the sound of the doorknob dropping onto the bathroom floor and then Sam shoving the door open.

“Y/n are you alright?” Sam asks you as she looks around the bathroom for the light switch before spotting it while she snakes her right arm around your waist and then with her left-hand reaches up to switch the light on.

“Yeah I’m fine just panicked a little that's all,” you say to Sam trying to brush off your feelings as she helps you up so that she doesn’t have to worry even though your voice came out shaky and a little aggravated when you went to look up at her in the now-lit bathroom.

All Sam could do was nod in your direction before pulling you closer to her body with her left arm to fully embrace you. Then turning her head she looked over at Danny who was gathering what little tools he used for the door “Sorry about your bathroom door Danny” Sam apologized to her confidant and best friend.

Danny looks up from packing his tools and then smiles at Sam and you, fully accepting his role in Sam’s life before saying “Don’t be I don’t own the apartment. I would be sorry however about not having privacy anymore” he says with a big smile making Sam chuckle a little before packing up the doorknob and making his way back to his room.

But Sam knows when her thoughts bring her back to focus on you. Sam knows better, she knows you didn’t ‘panic a little’ because she heard how your voice was. She saw how frantic you shook the doorknob like you were trying to run away from something and god would she have done anything to get to you quicker as she began to hug you.

“Are you okay?” you ask Sam as you pull away from her to scan her features while seeing those beautiful brows of hers furrow together with worry as her eyes look back at your own. But Sam didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned her face down to kiss you before taking her tongue and dragging it up your lips catching you off guard.

A quiet gasp leaves your mouth as you feel the texture of Sam’s tongue instead of her lips making you lean back to get a good look at her. You watch as Sam starts to smile, you two stay close to each other until you both hear Mindy walking down the hallway while calling your name, and as her footsteps drew closer you and Sam separated from each other.

“Hey Y/n, are you okay?” Mindy asks as she stops to look into the bathroom to see you taking a deep breath before looking over at Sam who had lifted herself up to sit on the bathroom counter making Mindy briefly look down at her water before looking at you.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine. I just-...panicked because the door wouldn’t open but I’m fine now. Thanks for asking.” You say nodding at her as Mindy smiles at you before looking over at Sam and then back at you again as a smirk tugged at her lips.

“Yeah, no problem. If you need a chaperone to the bathroom you know who to call” Mindy jokes causing you to laugh as you held your side while she watched Sam from the corner of her eye smile at your joyful face before walking back to the living room.

After Mindy left and your laughter died down you wiped your eyes before looking over at Sam as you tried to calm down “So” you start as you take a breath “What was the purpose of teasing me? Because that was rude” you told Sam.

“That was for teasing me the other night,” she says smiling at you, giving you a nod before looking at her hands as her smile sort of dropped.

“What?” you questioned “I don’t remember teaseing you the other day” you falsely admitted as you watched Sam’s brows furrow together while looking at her hands still as you walk up to the sink standing between her legs. “Unless you mean…when I did this to you?” you questioned her before sliding your hands over Sam’s jeaned thighs and sliding her closer to the edge of the bathroom counter, biting your lip a little as you did so. Sam let out a shaky breath as you slid her closer to yourself making her clasp her hands over yours. With a smile pulling at your lips there is a small voice at the back of your head telling you something. ‘It’s a little too soon to be this bold around her don’t you think? You don’t want to look desperate for her, do you?’ it says trying to upset you.

The voice almost wins as it makes you hesitate for a second before you follow through. You look up only to find Sam staring at you with a sultry gaze, a look you never thought you would ever find yourself getting from the taller brunette as the voice in your head disappears. Sam is looking down at you not only with a lustful gaze that would have you slowly undressing in front of her if Ghost Face wasn’t on the loose but with something much darker looking back at you on the surface of her pupils. Whatever it is it certainly looks back into your own and it has you in a trance.

Sam looks into your eyes and sees desire and love all at the same time but she can also sense something in your pupils as well. Because much like her own, the dark figure looking out the windows of her soul she can see a figure hiding in the far back of yours. It seems shy or maybe it’s still manifesting or perhaps it just isn’t ready to show itself yet but it certainly dares itself to look up, making Sam a little wanderlust as she slowly leans her head down. However, before Sam could capture your lips her gaze quickly moves to the hallway like a predator sensing danger as she sees something move behind the wall in the living room before closing the bathroom door with her foot.

After the door is shut Sam finds herself in a heated kiss with you except this time it's in Danny’s apartment where you are safe in her care and she has you all to herself. Sam slowly removes her hands from your own and then runs her fingers through your hair massaging your scalp before pulling your face closer to hers as she kisses you feverishly eventually getting off the counter and backing you into the wall. You let out a light whine making Sam stop for a second before you shook your head pulling her body closer into your own and saying in between kisses “I’m fine.”

Then you stretch your hand to retrieve a rag from the towel rack as Sam starts turning your back to the counter as she kisses down your jawline lightly pulling your waist into her body again. The action makes you giggle as you stuff the hole where the doorknob used to be for what little privacy you both can get before you get up on the bathroom counter where you start to feel Sam kissing down your neck. She makes you moan lightly the sound reaching her ears as you wrap your right leg around her backside, keeping her close, your right hand carding through her hair while your left hand roams her back as you stay upright. She can’t help but kiss your neck and then your shoulder more aggressively as she closes her eyes in her attempt to refrain from wanting to desperately mark you as hers to let Ethan know who you belong to in this mess of hers with Ghost Face.

Because Sam had noticed before all of this. Before Ghost Face decided to rear his ugly head. Before she saw you differently as you softly broke down her walls turning them slowly but quietly into barriers for her to use. For Sam, it was one thing to notice that you weren’t necessarily a threat to her and her family but it was most certainly another thing that after meeting you once that the next time she saw you, Ethan and Quinn were seemingly all over you. Like moths to a flame. Sam couldn’t care less about Quinn coming on to you because Quinn is a gleefully hedonistic person, looking to experience and enjoy herself as much as she can while you on the other hand seems more like someone who values knowing the deeper aspects of a person and therefore more reserved to which Sam knows first hand. She knows Quinn would be quite overwhelming for someone like you.

But when Ethan would talk to you, she would notice. She would notice how awkward he is around you but can still talk to you in small doses while his eyes would sometimes linger a little too long at your e/c ones or your lips on occasion. She remembers trying to engage you in an innocent conversation about what you would like from Dunkin and caught him staring for too long at your lips or how he watched your eyes as he flexed what little muscles he gained at the gym to try to swoon you. But Sam saw you, she saw that you would look away from him because prolonged eye contact made you uncomfortable or how you would innocently lift up the sleeve of your t-shirt to compare your gains and not bat a single eye at his muscles, but on the off chance that you did, she would know it was out of admiration, not interest.

“Ah, Sam fuc-” were the words that fell out of your mouth, pulling Sam from her thoughts as she realized that while ruminating her right hand traveled to your inner thigh rubbing your pussy through your pants with her middle and ring finger while her left hand stayed on your left thigh playing with the fabric. Sam felt like she was being overly possessive as she peered at you, she kept rubbing and hearing the muffled lewd sounds that dripped from your lips as you buried your face in her shoulder. As much as Sam wanted to take you right there in the bathroom this wasn’t how she wanted your first time with her to be, no, she wanted you in her room healed up and screaming her name as she whispered sweet praises into your ear from how well you're taking her.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart but now isn’t the time to be caught with your pants down” Sam heard a familiar deep voice as she instinctively bit into your shoulder causing you to groan before she opened her eyes to look at the mirror. There standing in the mirror was him, her father, Billy Loomis.

Sam at first tries to pay him no mind as she removes her hands from your thighs and crotch before placing them at your sides so she can lean the side of her face against yours feeling the heated skin that she created. Then she heard you starting to laugh against her.

“Why’d you stop?” you whined softly into her ear as you tried to cool down and catch your breath, you felt Sam’s skin rubbing against your own as your brain slowly caught on to the question you asked her.

“It’s because of Ghos-” Sam started before you interrupted her, feeling your face move against hers as she saw you nod while your noses touched before she looked into your eyes like you two were the only people in the apartment. For a moment she feels at ease knowing that you haven’t been able to recall what you went through the night before because she can still hear your screams from the video he sent her, how your voice echoed with pain because you were wounded, and how the utter regret reverberated in her ears a reminder of the last conversation you shared with her. Sam hates that when someone she loves or she’s involved with in some way gets hurt by Ghost Face, she immediately blames herself. The thought brings up the old feelings of her wanting to run away from what's good for her and it almost makes her want to retreat into herself but you stop her.

If this was any other day you would know to give her time before you ask if she was hungry or if she needed extra time alone or ask her to text you when she was ready but this was different. You can tell she is starting to fall into the pool of lies you can only imagine what Sam tells herself the morning she wakes up and the moment she goes to sleep. With your hands you reach for Sam’s face “Look at me” you tell her as she looks up at you just an inch her hair falling just a little bit into her face “You are not your thoughts” you voice, as you move her hair out of the way and behind her ear. “You are not the lies that the media portray you as,” you say to her as you rub her cheekbones with the pads of your thumbs as you stare at her lips “And..” you trail off trying to find your next words.

Sam watches you as she feels the pads of your thumbs gently touch the skin of her cheekbones rubbing them still in your distracted state as she can’t help but look at your eyes and then at your perfect lips.

“You are Samantha first,” you say to her in a whisper hoping she doesn’t see how stupid in love you are with her before you feel Sam lean in to give you a slow and deep kiss similar to when she first kissed you outside by your car earlier. Then you feel her hands cup your jawline her thumbs placed just before your ears as she leans more into your body just a tad making you clasp your hands over hers as you both love each other in silence.

“To think the homos of today would be this dramatic” Sam hears her father’s voice in the background and she can’t help but spite him by kissing you just a little bit longer than she planned to but it wasn’t like you were complaining. She could tell that you were addicted to her because every time she wanted to pull away your lips were pursuing hers like she would disappear. The thought made her heart ache just a little before you slowly pulled your lips away from her own and she almost gave in to you, your lips, she wanted to chase your lips but instead, her lips hovered over your own.

“Where do you want to sleep tonight?” Sam asked you in a whisper as her lips continued to hover over the pillows of your own having a craving for them but with her father’s presence in the background she felt a bit mad and a little vulnerable. But she doesn’t want to tell you about her feelings just yet because as much as she cares for you she isn’t ready to tell you about her father.

‘Your bed’ you thought to yourself feeling a little drunk from kissing Sam before you removed your hands from hers and got off the counter with her help. Then you smiled up at her as you started to rub her stomach with your hand eventually getting lost underneath her shirt “If it's okay with you can I take the couch? Because I think I might have trouble getting off the floor” you asked Sam.

She shivers at your fingertips lightly touching her stomach and then slowly nods “You don’t need to ask but that would also make sense for you because of your….” she trailed off as she looked down at your left side. “I’ll see you in the living room,” Sam says to you smiling before kissing your forehead making you lean into her lips, closing your eyes in the process, and then Sam watched as you opened the door to leave. She takes a deep breath feeling a little lightheaded from kissing you as she smiles to herself alone before she hears her father clear his throat making her clench her teeth.

“Sam I think you need to start getting your head right,” Billy says annoyed that his daughter is so in love at the moment before seeing her walk over to the mirror with a scowl. “Don’t look at me like that, if you want to protect your new toy and your family you're going to have to think straight if you can even do that.”

Sam scoffed at the mirror “Y/N IS NOT….a toy” Sam says lowering her voice just in case her family is asleep and that you don’t go looking for her in the bathroom. She sighs thinking about everything that has happened so far between Ghost Face attacking her and her sister at the bodega, the attack at the apartment almost losing Anika, almost losing Gale, and nearly losing you right after. Sam rubs her face in frustration before placing her hands on the counter thinking something is amiss like a word that is at the tip of her tongue or a phrase but neither is coming to the surface.

Billy notices this. He notices his daughter’s thoughts and it gets him thinking as he looks down at her zeroing in on her skull then it dawns on him at the same time as Sam causing her to look up. “That's right Sam use that brain of yours,” he says as he starts to nod a smirk slowly developing across his face “Based on your conversation with Y/n…really think about who the killer might be in your group and then…Take.Them.Out” and the moment he said those three words Sam gave Billy a stare half of it was her being a Loomis determined to kill and the other the Sam you told her to put first.

Then Sam walks out of the bathroom, turns off the lights, and then walks down the hallway to the living room fixing her top as she goes. As she gets closer to the living room she finds everyone sleeping in their usual spots. The boys Ethan and Chad are sleeping near the window, Mindy is sleeping at one end of the couch, Tara is sleeping not far from Mindy, and then you, the new addition to the couch, are sleeping. But before Sam could join you and her family in the living room Sam did her usual routine.

She made sure all of the windows were locked picking them up to make sure they wouldn’t open before walking over to the front door to make sure that the locks were secured enough that it wouldn’t open suddenly while everyone was asleep. After making sure everything was secured Sam finally enters the living room fully, hearing soft snores and slight hums of those asleep before finding the sweetest scene. There lay Tara and Mindy with their hands linked to your own as you lay comfortably across the couch your wounded side to the ceiling with your shirt slightly lifted from moving in your sleep and the sight made Sam get her phone so that she can take a photo of you three. Soon after, Sam puts her phone as well as your own on a charger before laying down next to her sister but not before she turns off the mini light near Mindy’s head “Goodnight guys” Sam says in a whisper making sure to kiss yours and Tara's foreheads before lights out.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of Babadook playing on the TV screen and along with it the sound of someone beginning to sit down in front of you. You had felt their hair tickle your face before it was quickly removed almost making you sneeze as you moved your hand to press the tip of your nose to prevent yourself from spreading germs. But you also got a whiff of something sweet and nutty with a hint of vanilla a subtle shampoo scent that you knew belonged to Tara. “Deranged women who worship the Baba that dooks. What possessed you to watch that movie in my presence?” you asked in an old raspy woman voice that made your best friend laugh so hard that you were afraid that she might just need her inhaler or worse a rush to the hospital.

But soon you hear Tara’s laugh slowly turn into giggles, a sound you haven’t heard in a while since your friendship started to dissolve the moment she first took a shot in front of you before you hear her take a deep breath in. “I wasn’t possessed to watch Babadook doofus, you should know that better than anyone,” Tara says to you as she adjusts her seating position on the floor in front of you before she asks you a question. “Y/n could you pass me two pillows?” before she heard you make a humming sound in agreement as your hand searched for the two pillows she asked for.

“Where is everyone by the way?” you asked Tara as you gave her one pillow for her to sit on while looking around the room when you spotted Ethan in the kitchen making a sandwich on the island. You watched how he was holding the kitchen knife cutting a tomato slow and deliberately and how something about the way he was cutting seemed oddly familiar to you causing you to furrow your bows in question. Then you found another pillow for Tara to lean her back on “Lean forward for me?” you asked Tara as you saw your best friend lean forward so you could place the pillow down behind her back. “I thought you would have gone with your sister considering…well everything you both are going through at the moment,” you say with careful consideration as you look at the back of Tara’s head before trying to get up from the couch without help.

“Well, Sam, Danny, and Chad went out to get food from the store leaving me, Mindy, and Ethan to watch over you. Here’s the sticky note…even though she could have just texted me” Tara says with a huff as you hum again before she turns around to give you the sticky note for evidence and for you to read yourself. Upon reading the note you find it to be a little odd considering that Ghost Face is a crafty bastard. But knowing that Danny has an apartment full of people residing in it, it would make sense that they would go out as a group to go shopping for food and to be extra safe.

You sigh after reading the sticky note that Tara gave you as you give yourself time to let the words settle before looking over at your best friend. “At least she left a note of her whereabouts Tara because communication is key plus she's not alone in going grocery shopping she has Chad and Danny with her like you said. We’re stronger in numbers you know” you tell her before you watch Tara release a heavy sigh and then get up to leave the room “Wait where are you going?” you ask.

“I’M GOING TO THE BATHROOM” Tara yelled back at you as she walked down the hallway “GOD MINDY” you hear Tara yell at Mindy through the bathroom door as you tried to refrain from laughing not wanting to rip your stitches open as you hear Mindy say something back to her but its muffled and you can clearly hear water running in the background.

While all of this is happening, you trying your best to refrain from laughing, Tara waiting to use the bathroom, and Mindy just taking a shower, you don’t notice that Ethan is staring at you from the island. He watches intently at how your body reacts to laughing and listens to the sounds of your laughter before his eyes catch the bite on your shoulder. With the knife in his hand, he cuts open a piece of bread next to him but he cuts it slowly so as to not draw attention to himself as he could only imagine how you got the bite mark the night before.

His grip on the knife tightens as he remembers how he watched you glide your hands slowly over Sam’s thighs pulling her closer to the edge of the counter and how the action left a smile on your face. ‘How bold of you’ he thought to himself as he licked his lips behind the wall and felt himself get a little hard at the sight of your hands and thinking of what you could possibly do to him. Then he saw how Sam looked down at you like a starved animal ready to consume, a feeling he knows all too well while looking at you sometimes until he hid behind the wall before coming back to reality when the knife cut his thumb.

Then he heard you get up slowly from the couch hearing you groan, making him look up at you before he quickly looked down at what he was doing. In his peripherals, he saw that you stopped to watch Tara probably enter the bathroom because he heard Mindy grant her access before he watched you from the corner of his eye enter the kitchen making him look up as he licked his thumb while checking you out.

When you walked into the kitchen you felt like someone was watching you so you turned to look and you saw Ethan looking down at the sandwich he was making so you gave him a quick look over. After that you walk around him to get the package of bread beside his arm and then a knife from the drawer behind him. But as you did so you felt yourself getting anxious so you tried to calm yourself down with some breathing exercises and took your time to walk over to your counter not far from him until you felt your skin crawl and your body start to tense up.

Behind you, Ethan takes a quiet step back from the island with the kitchen knife in his right hand as he studies your body, licking his lips as he quietly takes a step forward toward you. ‘It's too bad Y/n, we could have made a killer couple’ he thought to himself, a smile growing on his face as he got excited to try and hurt you for the second time, except this time.

This time he’s really going to stab you.

Ethan brings his right hand up ready to stab you in the back hoping to get the same fearful reaction from you like last time but he was so wrong. When he brought the knife down on you, you quickly turned around with a frightened expression on your face briefly before anger suddenly washed over you, becoming someone else in front of him. You brought your hand up to catch the wrist that holds the knife. Then you use your other hand holding the knife you were going to use for your breakfast, shoving it up and forward toward Ethan’s oblique but he caught your hand moving just in time to catch your right wrist with his left hand.

His eyes widened for a second before he smiled wildly in front of you because he didn’t realize how the file his overseer showed him pertaining to you was true and he loved how you had the look of a potential serial killer in your eyes. He was in love with the way you looked, angry and lustful to spill his blood. But as much as he loved the way you looked at him, he did take offense at your attempt to return the favor of trying to stab him back so he dropped the knife that he was holding in his right hand and reached down to grab your wrist. After doing so, he slides his left leg back throwing you to the floor behind him causing you to grunt in slight pain, and as you go to get up Ethan approaches you from behind to stab you with the knife that was already in your hand. A struggle ensues Ethan is pulling the knife in your hand and forcing it backward the blade aiming for your throat but he doesn’t get very far because you end up head-butting him causing the knife to nick the right side of your jawline.

Ethan staggers back onto the counter before watching you slowly get up from the ground even though he loves the sight in front of him, watching you as you stretch your back just a little bit before turning around to face him. He doesn’t anticipate you throwing the knife at his crotch causing him to hop onto the counter at the last second as he let out an evil chuckle, closing his eyes for a moment. ‘I love it when my prey wants to play with me. If only you can play with me in other ways Y/n’ Ethan thought to himself. That was his mistake because when he opened his eyes next, you had the kitchen knife in your hand and you sliced upward cutting part of his stomach and his chest causing him to slide off the counter. He hit the floor as he groaned in pain. You slowly turn to your right to face Ethan on the ground, tilting your head just a tad, your eyes and face devoid of any emotion as you watch him struggle to get up from the floor. You watch as Ethan reaches for the island, slowly pulling himself up, you give him a chance to taste a bit of hope before thinking about snuffing it out. When Ethan is on his two feet he turns around to face you and even though he has some height on you and strength he’s now concerned for his safety as you approach him.

“Y/n let's talk about this,” Ethan says with a shaky voice trying to break you out of your emotionless state but he can’t, your eyes were on him like a dog locked on their prey ready to tear them apart so it caught him by surprised once again when you lunged at him with the kitchen knife. You aimed for his chest but he caught your wrists before you could do any more damage to him so now you both struggle against one another's strength even though Ethan can see the knife getting closer to his chest. Unknowest to you however Ethan hears the sound of keys going into the door causing him to smile as he stalls for a moment trying to make work of his own strength against your own for a little while longer. Then as he heard the door open and saw Chad about to walk through the door, Ethan directs the knife in your hand to cut his right forearm before screaming and falling to the living room floor.

Ethan’s scream catches Chad’s attention as he looks up briefly to look at you not seeing the knife before pushing the door open “WHOAH WHOAH!” he says aloud as he runs into the apartment causing Sam to push past Danny to see what is happening putting the grocery bags down on the island before walking over to you.

“Y/N? What happened?” Sam asked you as she walked in front of the island trying to get your attention, then she caught sight of the kitchen knife in your hand before looking over at Ethan seeing blood on his chest and forearm. But the lacerations even though they were big, they weren't big enough for her to care at the moment as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

“What the fuck happened?” Mindy says standing at the entrance of the hallway fully clothed with Tara walking up beside her as both girls looked at the scene in front of them seeing Sam near you, Chad hunched over Ethan, and Danny near the couch with whatever medical supplies he had in the apartment.

“I wasn’t even in the bathroom for that long. What exactly happened while I was away?” Tara questions aloud before walking over to Sam with Mindy trailing behind her and as she got closer to her older sister she looked over to see Chad getting up before becoming confrontational.

“Chad wait!” Sam yells at Chad as she quickly walks in front of you to shield you while Tara and Mindy step in front of her to stop Chad in his tracks. The confrontation causes Sam to give Chad the sternest stare while you back up into the counter behind you, eyes focused on Ethan.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N?” Chad yells at you as he puffs up his chest stopping in his tracks near Tara and Mindy “First you hit him over the head at your apartment and now attempted murder?!” he spewed at you.

The accusation made Sam speak up “We don’t know that yet Chad now back off” Sam said sternly as she gave Danny a look to keep Chad at bay before turning her back to check on you but when she turned around she saw that you were backed up into the corner of the kitchen like a scared animal starting to tear up and visibly shaking in front of her. “Y/n, hand me the knife,” she asked you calmly as she slowly walked over to you with her hands up letting you know that she meant no harm to you but you shook your head as you stared at Ethan.

“Ethan. Explain yourself, what happened here?” Mindy asks him as she let her arms down for a minute before looking at her brother, briefly pointing at him, “Not a single word out of you” she says with an equally stern look occpanied by her stong voice.

“You can’t be serious!” he says exasperated as he slowly gets up from the floor with Chad’s help while looking at Mindy “I was making a sandwich on the island cutting up some vegetables and then after Tara left to go use the bathroom Y/n walked over to the counter to make herself a sandwich.” He says with tears in his eyes as he looks almost frightened “Then Y/n grabbed the bag of bread from the island and when I went to grab it back she tried to kill me” he says next as he wipes his eyes before staring at you causing Mindy to snap her fingers at him to focus on her.

After Ethan explained what he thought happened, Sam still kept her eyes on you not even looking back to acknowledge what Ethan was saying because she wanted to stay focused on you. You had gone through such a traumatic experience not that long ago and just like her little sister she wants to make sure that you are okay, even though her father's voice is telling her to keep you at arm's length when her heart is telling her to keep you close. But Sam shook her head before stepping into your view, blocking you from seeing Ethan as she watched your breathing go from erratic and slow to a calming breathing pace “That’s it Y/n, you’re doing great” she encouraged you in a whisper. Then Sam brought her hand slowly over your own that is holding the knife seeing as you grabbed the knife so tightly that your knuckles had turned white as she tried to further coax you out of letting the knife go. “Y/n, I need you to look at me. You are safe, now please let the knife go” Sam says to you in a low voice that causes you to look up at her brown orbs, and for a moment she sees you take a slow sigh of relief as you let go of the knife.

After Sam took the knife from you, you closed your eyes as soon as you felt Sam start to wipe the tears from your eyes before placing the knife on the side of the sink and wetting a napkin to use to clean the wound on your jawline. “Mmm,” you hummed in pain as you tried to move your face away from Sam’s hand before stopping yourself and sucking it up so that she can quickly clean up the blood on the side of your face. But at some point Sam stopped and then walked over to Danny’s junk drawer for a pack of band-aids so she could put one on you and when she did you looked away from her.

“What’s your story Y/n?” Sam asked you as she took the plastic wings off the sides of the bandaid that would stick to your skin as she gently placed the bandaid on your face before gently tapping the bandaid to make sure it was secured before asking you again “What happened while I was away?”

“I-” you started as your eyes started to drift to Ethan’s figure making Sam step into your view again and she watched as you took a deep breath while wringing your hands together “I don’t know. One moment I was in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich and the next..” You got quiet for a moment thinking about what had happened, something Sam took a mental note of as she saw the cogs in your head moving, watching your brows furrow in thought. “I was holding the kitchen knife and he was on the floor screaming,” you told Sam and she nodded at your answer before she noticed that you were staring at her eyes a little while longer.

From the look of your eyes, Sam could tell that you were leaving details out or at the very least trying to let her know that you did in fact remember something that happened to you two nights ago. Because Sam knows that you don’t like making eye contact for long periods of time with the exception of her and her family so she places her hands over your own in awareness. “Let’s talk somewhere privately after, okay?” Sam says to you at a volume that only you can hear before squeezing your hand.

You squeeze her hand back as a silent agreement before your hands part from one another. The lack of contact makes Sam take a deep breath as she turns around to walk into the living room until she catches a knife sticking out of one of the spare cabinets that Danny has. Sam quickly bent down to get the knife but she had to give it a few tugs before it came out so when she fully had the mini knife in her hand she looked at it before looking at Ethan. ‘What exactly did you do?’ She thought to herself before placing the knife down on the island before proceeding to walk into the living room making Tara and Mindy turn their heads eventually having a group conversation.

You on the other hand kept your distance from your friends who occupied the living room except for Danny as he made his way over to the kitchen in front of you. “I’m sorry about the cabinet Danny” you apologize to him in a soft voice but he just shakes his head before clearing his throat.

“As long as you are safe like everyone else..minus perhaps um that Ethan boy behind me” he says the last part in a whisper trying to lighten the mood for you before nodding his head gently with a smile “I wouldn’t worry about the cabinet door Y/n.” He reassures you before picking up the mini knife, bringing it over to the sink and then gently nudging you with his shoulder making you smile before cleaning some dishes.

Then you catch something moving to the right of your peripherals making you look past Danny and near the front door. Your eyes widen at the sight, your mouth agape.

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I want to thank a few people in my life who helped me with the knife scene. My dad for trying to show me how to defend myself against someone who has a knife and my little brother for being a weapon nut and choreographing the knife fight with me scene in our kitchen on Thanksgiving. I would also like to thank @alkivm and my older sister for helping me figure out how to reword and better describe the different values and personalities between Quinn and Y/n.

If anyone was offended in any way by the previous version of the paragraph I do apologize for it and that I take full responsibility it was never the intent to write that paragraph that way.

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