#LIKE I SWEAR TO YOU I'VE NEVER HAD AN ACTOR AU BEFORE

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

This actor au is like a never seen before well of dopamine (<- it's the same water just a different well. every time.)

[purelyfiction]

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NFL QB Jake 'Hangman' Seresin AU x Popstar F!Reader

Summary: NFL Quarterback Jacob Seresin is in hot water from a streak of bad decisions, just as you go through the worst public breakup of your life. With people slandering both of your reputations, your publicists hatch a plan to bring both of you back into favor and keep the heat off until spring - that is if you can keep up the facade.

Word Count: 5,334 words

Author Note: I know I have two other outstanding Top Gun fics and I swear I'm trying to get those going but I am writing what sparks joy and well.... this certainly does. || Also!! Reader's stage name is 'Celeste' with 'Este' as the nickname. So no one gets confuseddddd

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You'd never anticipated to start the biggest year of your life absolutely gutted, yet here you are. Your boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend, severed what you had thought to be a loving, trusting and safe relationship, rather unexpectedly on New Year's Eve. Then he'd gone to the press to relay that you were a horrible person, a terrible girlfriend, too involved in your work to even bother paying attention to anyone else. The timing couldn't be worse, since you were about to start your first ever stadium tour in the spring. 

The result had been you hiding away in your little oasis that was your condo in California’s southern escape of San Diego. You’d stayed off the internet, binging TV shows that you’d been too busy to pay attention to and immersing yourself in anything you could, to erase the four year relationship you’d been splintered from. The garbage people probably wondered why there were a near dozen empty quarter pints of ice cream in your recycling bin, but that wasn’t for them to care about. At least you’d recycled them. 

Now, three weeks into the new year, with your favorite Chinese on the way, you sit on your couch going over tour visuals. Your lighting engineer is rambling on the line as you hear the gate buzzer go off. You’re quick to collect your dinner as one of the others on the line gasp and quickly mute their mic. “What?” You quip, walking to your expansive kitchen and dropping the large paper bag down. You’re half paying attention when the employee brushes you off, as your hand pulls container after container of food from the magical Mary Poppins-style bag. Getting to the bottom, you grasp for a pair of chopsticks, only to find several sets of them, along with a dozen fortune cookies. You take a moment to look over your four entrees and styrofoam container of sushi. The audacity of them to think you would be sharing any of this. 

Finally, you address the matter of your dramatic tech director. “What’s the deal over there Hollywood?” You chide, before your phone is ringing, leaving you to hang up the video call to answer the phone. It’s your publicist and you know better than to let her calls go unanswered.

“Check your inbox.” Her voice is frigid instead of it’s usually cheery demeanor.   

“Hello to you too?” Begrudgingly, you do as she commands, finding the email she sent to you. 

Jonah Carter agreed to sit down for an interview with UsWeekly, post-breakup to clear the air and to make sure no one else would fall for his ex-girlfriend's (Celeste) playful, girl-next-door-ish facade.

"At first, it felt like a dream come true," Carter, an up-and-coming actor within his own right, said almost sheepishly. "I thought she was talented and kind, but I should've known it was too good to be true."

But there's more to this pop-star than Jonah says meets the eye. In addition to the vanity and self-importance that seems to plague this generation's starlets, Este was a vindictive slob who routinely talked behind the back of even her closest friends. "It makes me wonder what she's saying about me, now, after everything I've heard her say about those who think are closest to her." The concern for others is written very clearly on the actor’s face as he speaks. When I question the songstress’ messages about authenticity, the man adjusts in his seat as he holds back a laugh. 

"She'd like you to believe she writes all her own music, but I'm not sure she could write a full sentence without the help of her team," Jonah chuckled nervously into his coffee. "Sorry, that was rude. I don't want to stoop to her level." Cowed brown eyes made me wonder what else he had endured behind closed doors. It struck a chord within me. 

“Why did you stay as long as you had if this was what you were facing?” I ask him. The expression of his kind features morphs into despair. 

“When we first met, Celeste was someone I admired. Her compassion, her drive and her dedication to the things she valued spoke so deeply to what I did, what I still do-” he fumbles as he attempts to source the proper words, “They just… weren’t her beliefs. They were her team’s.” Jonah lets out a pained sound, “I think when we got toward the end of it, I realized that she has this way of manipulating what she says, how she acts, to make herself look good. She puts on a show, on and off the stage and you pay for it one way or another. So, I knew what she was capable of. I knew she could be that person if she really wanted to and I wanted so badly to help her see that. I eventually learned that people see what they want to see.”

God, what a load of hot garbage this was. It was a particularly rare batch, clearly it had been baking in a dumpster in the scorching sun with the lid closed. All damp, with a horrendous mix of something rotting and old crusty seaweed. 

The tour was supposed to be announced on the first of the month and here your ex was selling stories (horribly narrated and mangled stories) to the press. You might as well have been kicking puppies at this point. 

“Isn’t he just swell? Nothing but peak wisdom from good ol’ Jonah.” Your eyes could’ve strained themselves with how far back they rolled. Probably the only time he’d ever made them do that too.

“I’ve already called a team together to brainstorm. I don't want you to respond. Stay offline, away from all of it and don't entertain any of the discourse. Not until I have something to work with.” 

“None of it is true we both know that-” You begin to laugh but she cuts you off.

“As much as I want to be on your side here, we are working to put out a fire. Your silence the last three weeks has put you at a massive disadvantage and frankly? The public eye doesn’t see you in the greatest space right now.” You know she’s right. She always is, and right now ‘Celeste’ was synonymous with ‘cynical, fake and fraudulent’. You wouldn’t be shocked if the uproar demanded you be canceled based off of this testimony. 

It wasn’t all but two days later that you were called in by your PR team. Into the office in New York for the first time since before Thanksgiving. It had been a busy end of the year and now that the new one was coming in so ferociously you weren’t looking toward any of the things you once had been. This was the first time back into the light and so you had made sure that the inevitable cameras had something to look at. You’d dressed yourself in your favorites, in an effort to boost your confidence as best as you could. Putting on a show, just like you had been when things had been on the rocks with Jonah. 

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Getting to the office, you’re nearly trampled with the amount of people that swarm you. It’s not normally this bad - hell it’s never this bad. It isn’t until you catch sight of a football jersey and an ESPN logo that your brow furrows. Odd. 

Stepping into the building, you’re pushing your sunglasses up onto your head, looking down at your ringing phone and trying to slide your coat off simultaneously. Instead, you crash right into what you think is a wall, but is instead a broad man, looking rather lost. 

“Easy there, Twinkle Toes.” You guffaw and look up at the blonde man before returning your eyes toward your feet. Of course, the bedazzled statement boots on your feet call attention to themselves before the rest of the outfit can balance itself out. 

“Alright, Prince Charming, you first.” You snicker before stepping out of his way and start to the elevator. Unfortunately for you, he’s apparently heading your way as well, needing access to the lift to the next floor. 

“Prince Charming, huh? I mean I’ve been called worse.” His shoulders roll backwards as the elevator dings to one of the other floors. You keep your head trained forward, suddenly remembering the rule you’d been given. Stay quiet, don’t engage. And here you were giving sass to a stranger and showing up in bedazzled booties. You were really digging this grave deeper than necessary. So, instead of giving him another sassy response, you keep your eyes locked to the neon numbers as the elevator passes each floor. “Oh so, now I’m getting a cold shoulder? Darn, I was really ready to ask you all about the boots on your feet, too.” You can’t help but let your eyes move back over to the broad male, just out of the corner of your eye. His face is completely locked on you, shamelessly at that. “They expensive? They got that waxy red paint on the bottoms of ‘em?” Silently, you turn one of your feet up to give him a glimpse at the blue bottom of the shoe. “Huh, blue. That’s fun. That more expensive than the LouButton or whatever they are?” Finally the elevator reaches your floor, hopefully shutting this chatterbox up for the time being. Yet the questions continue like an immature toddler as you rise up the floors - going to the same floor nonetheless. “Hey, you’re that Celeste chick aren’t ya?” 

“Yes.” You finally answer one of his questions, his face lighting up.

“Oh look at that, she cracks.” Another eye roll times well with the sound of the elevator reaching the desired floor. Instead of responding, you quickly find your way through the glass hallways and to the desired room. You are so glad to be in the presence of the familiar group, the stranger in the elevator having rattled your composure somewhat. Your manager comes in with a cup of coffee and a smile, which immediately puts one on yours. 

“You didn’t have to do that!” You cheer, reaching out for it as she sits beside you. 

“When you see what Rachel has come up with, you’re going to need it.” Oh. Reassuring. 

You see her point when Prince Charming steps into the board room, followed by a host of men in dress clothes and suits, all matching the blue soles of your boots. Charming sits directly across from you, a hand wiggling his fingers as he waves at you. Oh good. 

“Thank you everyone for coming. I know this is a very polarizing group, so before we get ahead of ourselves, I want to introduce Celeste, or Este as we all have come to call her over the years.” Awkwardly, you wave at the foreign men. They grunt and nod. You were already having doubts and not a word had been spoken on their end. “I also want to introduce Beau Simpson, public relations coordinator for the San Diego Sea Lions, Coach Natasha Trace, and Sea Lions owner, Tom Kazansky.”

Sea Lions? As in the NFL team that had been built not even three years ago but had made it to all three playoffs in their short time? The one that Jonah had ridiculed immensely when it joined the league because ‘California doesn’t need another group of inflated egos in the league’? 

“I’m really feeling the love here, Rach.” Charming speaks up and the raven haired woman on the other side of the table sighs. 

“This is Jacob Seresin, starting quarterback for the Sea Lions.” The coach speaks, the blonde man brushing off her introduction. 

“No need for full names, Trace. Clearly we only do the stage name around here.” That was a clear jab to you if you’d ever heard it. “Hangman’s what they call me.” His hand juts across the glass, toward you. Your hands stay tucked under your biceps. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” It’s passive, turning to your team leader. “Rachel. I’m not seeing a connection here.” 

“Jacob is in the same pot of hot water you’re in.” Your attention moves to the similarly broad man who stands up, towering over Rachel. “We feel as though we can spin this to both of your advantages. Jake needs to stop sleeping around–”

“Easy now, Simpson.” The eldest in the room stands up and he gives you a kind smile. It’s not a farce though. You’re not entirely sure what makes it so genuine, but you smile in return of seeing him stand, despite it taking a slight bit of effort to do so. “What he means is, Jake’s professional status has changed due to the words of someone else and we’re determined to alter that. Rachel identified this and made quite the proposal.” The young woman seems all too cheery to cut off the old man. 

“You’re both having relationship woes–” The raven haired woman on Jacob’s team speaks under her breath. 

“Wouldn’t call them relationships.”

“And by putting you two together, we feel as though we can put you into a positive light. Let’s face it, putting two very successful, and attractive people who are already in the spotlight allows people to follow the developing love story. Este attends games, plays the WAG card, has an opportunity to be seen in the public eye more frequently and dispels the ill-spoken words that were published about her this week. Jake gets the proof that he isn’t just a love-em-and-leave-em type.” Your eyes spell out the doubt you’re feeling, looking at your team who is just as skeptical. “That’s just the beginning! Celeste is going on tour this year. Stadiums all across the country have her booked and ready for the summer. We have a captive audience already following these games to see Este and Jake together, and we get brand recognition. The conversations that will come as she gets to witness her betrothed play in a stadium she would be performing in that very summer.”

Now you see where the benefit actually is. Clearing your name while simultaneously promoting your tour in the process. Seeing stadiums you’ve booked and would hopefully sell out. 

“So how are you proposing this works? We’ll need a start, an end - a story on how we met–”

“Well,” Beau settles in his seat, twisting in the desk chair as he draws in the attention of the group, “we have the major details hypothesized. Rachel and I will work with one another to get the rest of it together. For now, you two met at a New Years Eve party.” 

Oh joy. Now you get to remember that bitter break-up that led you here, every time you speak about him. 

The man looks like he walked out of a surfing magazine, as it were. Now, the scowl on his features paints him as a devil. Long hair, muscular arms on display as he leans into the table in front of him. 

“If we don’t do this?” Jake leans back in his chair, a hand coming to fiddle with the lingering 5 o’clock shadow that he has omitted in his morning routine. 

“We don’t do this and there will be a lack of support for the Sea Lions. You’ll have painted the entire team as jackasses who can’t focus to save their life, especially if you continue to party and hook up with whomever your dick has the hots for that night-” Beau has gone off the handle and Tom speaks up again. 

“The point is, public favor will stay low and it will not bode well for the team. With a lack of support, we have empty seats. Empty seats translates to less viewers, then to less money and you know the song and dance. Not to mention morale for the upcoming playoffs. We need to keep the team happy, Hangman. It’s time to do something to benefit everyone.” 

Jake’s expression deepens, as though he was a young child just scolded by his father for his poor behavior. Green eyes shift and face you, his hand jutting out toward you. 

“I’m in.” His hand hovers. Waiting for you to join him in this grand scheme. Glancing at your own team, they look rather haunted. At this point, it was this or to hope that a long string of possible good stories and fan interactions can redeem you. 

You want this to pass. And if this would make it go faster… you grab Jake’s hand firmly.

“What’s there to lose?”

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You went back onto social media. Posted some photos you’d taken with friends back at the beginning of the month, from the worst party of your life. The photos at least were cute and you loved the dress you’d gotten to wear. Luckily these photos were all taken prior to midnight. So there were no red eyes. No ruined mascara and glitter across your cheeks. No freezing car rides home and empty beds. 

Mindlessly, you scroll through the comments. 

Flameth: can still make the whole place shimmer ✨

RunTao: phony photos

Romanacent: so glad to see you’re not letting him get to you!

H_ngm_n: you’re still gonna let me borrow those boots right

It’s the last one you’d been keeping an eye out for. Boots? Looking back at the photo, you scroll through the carousel until you spot them. 

The same shiny sparkly rhinestone boots you’d worn to your meeting. 

Celeste: @h_ngm_n I’m a woman of my word, of course 🤗

Not even a week goes by before you’re ‘spontaneously’ at a bar in LA. Jake has been there for the last two hours, as he insisted you both show up alone and then end up leaving together. You eventually found him in the VIP section, drinking with his buddies. 

You made sure to keep your distance for a few minutes - after all, his friends had no idea this was going down. The only people who knew about this little arrangement were your respective PR teams. That was it. No one else from your teams, your friends and family, absolutely no one knew what your little plan was. Maybe you should just leave. It was a verbal contract, you didn’t sign anything, you were just trying to make this work for the two of you-

The bartender pulls you from your deliberations. There is now a drink that you certainly didn’t order sitting in front of you. Well there was no going back now. Jake had likely made a show of sending over the drink and now you had to go through with this. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the jock, legs spread, arms resting on the back of the booth chair. Green eyes lock in your direction and send a cocky wink as a garnish to your drink. 

You are about to win your first Oscar with this performance. Throwing on a grin, you pick up the drink and easily sashay your way over to him and his football buddies. Some flash titanium wedding bands, some platinum. Some aren’t wearing them at all, like your date, mister 83 who leans forward upon your approach. “Well, well, well, long time no see hot shot.”

“Speak for yourself, pop star.” Jake stands to greet you, his arms coming around you, carefully as to not spill either of your drinks. You catch a whiff of his cologne when he does so. It’s rich, familiar in the way it reminds you of summers camping. Bonfire smoke and smores. Yet clean, like when you came home to a clean house, citrus floor cleaner lingering in the halls. Pulling back, you almost move forward again to sit in it. Easy does it. 

“Oh come on, three weeks isn’t that long.” You chide. While most of his body has pulled away from the hug, his free hand still sits on your waist, warm against the AC of the exclusive bar. 

“Technically it was a year ago.” Jake smirks before taking a sip of his drink and you want to groan. So you do. But spin it into something more playful. 

“Observant, are we?” You nearly snarl as you take a sip of your drink, Jake’s colleagues standing up. The one who’d sat right next to him grins and extends a hand. He’s tall, lean but has a stunning smile as he steps your way.

“Not sure we’ve met. Javy Machado, running back, San Diego Sea Lions-” the blonde looks at his friend with an amused scoff. 

“I think she knows who the Sea Lions are, Jav.” The look on the captain’s face is one of skepticism and amusement. You were here to dispel rumors. So, as much as you’d like to smack Jake for being a dick to his friend, you shake his teammate’s hand instead 

“In passing. I don’t follow football closely, but I get by. Celeste.” The smile on your face is genuine as the next player stands. Kind eyes, a domestic bar of hair on his upper lip and the build of a pickup truck, he goes for a quick one armed hug. When he lets go, you have to wipe the temptation of any swooning you were compelled to do. Especially since a gold band glistens on his left hand. 

You’re here for Jake anyways. 

“Name’s Bradley Bradshaw. They call me Rooster.” Your eyebrow furrows as your head twists. Before you can ask, another man on the other side of the room laughs. 

“You should hear him on the field when he’s sacking someone.” This one, curls and meticulously groomed facial hair to boot, leans forward and shakes your hand kindly. “I’m Mickey. That back there is Bob.”  

True to his word, at the end of the bench is a long haired man, tucked into his phone and fiddling with a ring. He doesn’t seem to match the energy of the rest of the group. Curious. “Bob!” He glances up at the sound of his name, blue eyes flitting from face to face before spotting you. When he does he breaks out into a smile. 

“Celeste! Gosh, wow it’s so cool to meet you! My girls adore your music.” This catches Jake’s attention, a brow popping up. 

“Aren’t both of ‘em less than five?” He asks and Bob looks between the two of you. 

“Yeah? It’s never too early to introduce them to great music and influential women.” There’s no faking the smile on your face as you reach over and shake his hand. When you do, you look at Jake with a ‘would you look at that’ coded grin. 

“That’s amazing to hear! I’m glad they have fun with it! That’s why I do it.” You glance back at Jake as he comes behind you, hand shifting to the small of your back. 

“Pay’s in the bathroom, I’m sure you’ll meet him sometime later tonight.” The quarterback gives a nod to his group, before guiding the two of you to a high top table not too far from them. When you sit down he looks at you with a laugh. “Flirt much?” 

“Excuse me?” Jumping to the defense, you watch Jake roll his eyes and then look back at Bradley, before facing you. 

“You were practically eye-fucking him.” 

“Was not.” 

“He’s happily married, leave him be.” The blonde sips at his drink and you can’t help but laugh when you realize he’s giving you a hard time. 

“Right, right, guess I’ll bother you instead.” The tease is off your lips in two seconds. Maybe he was right, you were coming off strong. You huff and sink into yourself briefly. “I don’t know if you realized this, but I haven’t had ‘flirt’,” your fingers mark the quotation marks in the air, “with anyone in a while. Let alone fake it.” 

Jake leans back in his chair, downing the rest of his beverage a smirk making way when he sets the glass down. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t be faking it for long.” 

The two of you sat at that table for probably an hour, bickering over which of the Pirates of The Caribbean movies were the best, and why glitter was a detriment to society. Another round of drinks and the football star return to the table as he laughs when he spills a little of your overflowing drink. 

“No, no I assure you. Glitter originated in some high tech nuclear weapons factory to make the enemy go insane upon introducing it to an environment.” He pushes your drink toward you as you pull your hair back. Not only were you not anticipating for him to be this passionate about it, but you weren’t planning on the night going like this. 

You were enjoying yourself. Jake had told you about his time at UT, six years spent studying communications no less. 

It made sense when you really dissected it. Jake had the ease to hold someone’s attention: he’d held yours this long after all, and he was well spoken. Both were things that were shocking to you. He soon enough revealed the plan had always been football. Communications was for post-retirement, when he got tired out and wanted to be back in the stadiums. 

Stories of his dad commentating his high school games came fondly before he asked about your background. You were a bit hesitant to divulge too much, but what you had was pretty bare-bones. 

Music had always been a hobby but never a career choice. You’d planned to go into school for a degree in education, a masters in English. Go and teach for a bit before getting your PhD in some niche of the world of writing and then become a professor at your alma mater. 

With the rise of social media and the multitudinous connections of the internet, a little original song of yours got popular. Local radio picked it up and then your label signed you. 

“It all was pretty spontaneous, really,” you answer. “My career was in no way by design, but… I wouldn’t change it.” The smile on your face is small, but genuine as your hair falls back around your face. Tracing the rim of your glass, you keep your eyes down before a hand pushes your hair out of your face. Coming eye to eye with him, he grins. 

“Guess it was written in the stars then.” His response catches you. Jake’s eyes are much softer than when you’d approached him earlier. They were dark, focused and possibly a little mischievous. Now? They were gentle. Every shade reassured you that the boisterous man you’d seen in the office and the press was nothing like the man under the helmet. 

It made far more sense to you now. How he’d gotten women hooked on him. The abrasiveness and bold exterior was the casing to the real character. 

How many women had actually made it past the outside?

The rustling of a fabric on leather comes from in front of you, watching as the blonde pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket. 

“Please tell me this isn’t you trying to buy my affection there, Seresin.” As he stands up, pushing his wallet back, the grin carved on his face doesn’t leave when he shakes his head. 

“No, no, princess. This is for the bartender. Turns out you’re not a cheap date.” His knuckles wrap onto the table briefly before he disappears. You blame the blush on your face on the humidity inside the building. 

The two of you bid your goodbyes, before starting to the front of the bar to exit. Reaching the street, it’s expectantly empty. He takes the side closest to the street as the two of you head down the way, toward the row of restaurants and shops that were quiet for the night. 

“Are you hungry?” Jake’s voice breaks through the cold of late January air, looking at him quizzically. 

“If you’re hungry we could go back-” His hand comes to your back again as he shakes his head. 

“Oh-ho, no ma’am I promise, I’ve got something way better.” 

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Unfortunately, he was right. The two of you stand in the glow of food truck lighting, beyond messy tacos in hand. He’s watching you with a smirk on his face, obnoxiously chewing the fish taco in his hand. 

“Is that not the best taco you’ve ever had?” Again, his voice is filled with ardor as he watches you attempt to maneuver the soft corn tortilla that seems to be spilling into your napkin. 

“It’s… a taco.” You shrug, looking down at the brown beef meal in your hands. Jake shakes his head, still chewing. 

“No, no, I will not have you slander Ganso’s Tacos. Absolutely not.” He sets his red basket down on a table, hand in a vice grip around his taco. “Here, open,” he maneuvers closer and you shake your head, backing up. 

“I am not eating your taco!”

“Eat it!!” The two of you laugh. Finally, you concede and take a bite of the hand fed taco. When he finally takes it back to his plate, his expression eagerly waits for your reaction.  One hand covers your mouth as you chew, nodding as Jake looks like he just stole the Mona Lisa without getting caught. 

“You’re right.” One singular fist to the air and he’s back to scarfing down his tacos. 

“I told you. Way better than bar food. This is by far the best taqueria in all of California. And I stand by that.” 

With full stomachs and messy hands, the two of you start back toward the bar, where Jake’s parked. When you do, you finally notice a car has been tailing the two of you since you ordered your meal. 

The crowd in front of the bar proves that your teams were certainly on to something. Flashes of light start in an onslaught, your hand coming to block your eyes. Still, you keep walking toward them, only for Jake to grab your hand and guide you toward his car. 

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Voices shout, questions sail through the air, your name, his name, Jonah’s, more questions about football- it all gets crammed into the cacophony before the passenger door opens under Jake’s hand, guiding you to your escape pod. 

The driver side door causes the car to shake with an unceremonious thud. In seconds, the engine to the sports car is ignited and the two of you are underway. 

It isn’t until you get about two miles out that one of you finally speaks. 

“How long do you think it’s going to take for those to show up online?” White lines on the road disappear as you head further and further from the bars and closer to the hotel you were staying at for the weekend. 

“I give it maybe six hours. Four if we’re lucky.” He laughs, but it doesn’t match the hearty ones he shared with you earlier.

A sports broadcast plays lowly on the radio, both of you overwhelmed by the cameras that stimulating conversation was far from what either of you were concerned with. It isn’t long until you spot your hotel. Jake navigates into the lane closest to the front of the building, pressing down on the brakes. You’re just about to unbuckle when he pulls back out into the other lane, lurching forward and away from your accommodation. 

“Um. Hello?” You question. The car whips around a turn, green eyes fixated to the rear view. Shifting in your seat, you glance behind you. 

“We’re being followed.” Jake just barely makes the light before it turns red, leaving the tailing SUV behind. 

“It’s probably just paparazzi, no big deal.” It’s easy to shrug off for you, but Jake huffs. 

“Yeah. And I’m not dropping you off at a hotel alone with vultures circling.” Navigating the CarPlay in the vehicle, he quickly moves to messages and asks his phone to send someone to your hotel to gather your things. 

“Jake, I’m-”

“You’re staying with me.”

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[pippytmi]

spy!au + meet messy + you never saw me ? If not that's fine, I just thought it would be cool. :)

spy!au + meet messy + you never saw me 

“So on a scale of 1-10, how much do we hate the fiancée?”

A wry laugh escapes before Kara can even try to quell it, and she briefly removes the unlit cigarette from her mouth to muse, “You know, I've heard a saying that goes ‘never judge a book by its cover.’ Fascinating stuff, I might have to send it to you.”

“Ugh. Journalists—so idealistic.” But Nia is grinning as she snags the barstool at Kara's right. “Where is the elusive Lena Luthor anyway? Do we finally get to meet her?”

Kara shrugs. “Beats me,” she says. “Last I heard, she was running late.”

“Late to her own engagement party? Finally, someone I can get along with,” Nia says. Before Kara can even get a word in, Nia's attention is immediately stolen by the bartender coming over. “Hey M’gann, can I get an amaretto sour?”

“Sure thing,” M’gann says absentmindedly, her gaze otherwise zeroing in firmly on Kara. “Danvers, you better not smoke in my bar.”

“I won't,” Kara swears, raising both hands in a show of innocence, and M'gann rolls her eyes.

“Journalists,” she echoes Nia's earlier sentiment, but with an entirely exasperated deeper meaning. “I'm putting Nia's drink on your tab.”

“Well in that case…” Nia twists around, already waving her hand as if to beckon someone over. “Make it two, Kara's buying a drink for the bride to be. Alex! Don't—I know you can see me, come here.”

For as much as Alex stressed the importance of everyone showing up tonight, she doesn't seem very…well, happy. And while Alex is not typically one to gush, Kara had expected at least a smidgen of joy on her sister's face, not the harried expression she's currently sporting.

“What?” Alex asks, eyes them both suspiciously while fidgeting as if she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Um, hello to you too,” Nia says. “Clearly, you need this. Where's your soon-to-be better half?”

Alex accepts the drink when Nia presses it in her hand but frowns, however slight, at the question. “She's—on her way,” she says, pausing to take a sip from her glass before her gaze falls on her sister. “Oh, gross, Kara. Since when do you smoke?”

“I don’t!” Kara pouts, feeling like a broken record. “Can’t I be edgy and have a cigarette to look cool?”

“That’s the most pretentious thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Nia says, delighted, while Alex just groans.

“Come on, Kara, not tonight. Just be normal for once in your life,” Alex sighs, already distractedly glancing back to the front door like she is willing her fiancée to just walk through any second.

“You guys don’t understand the intricacies of being a method actor,” Kara argues, waving her cigarette in the air to make her point. (And also, because it is kind of awkward to keep it in her mouth without doing anything with it, not that she’ll admit that). But it’s clear she only has half the audience she had a second ago; Alex is half a world away the second her phone starts to ring.

“I’ll be back,” Alex says, handing off her glass to Nia who is more than happy to finish it.

Kara dejectedly puts the cigarette back in her mouth. “I just realized something.”

“What?”

“I don’t actually know how to smoke. What if someone expects me to, like, smoke with them?”

Nia presses a fingertip to her chin and  ponders the question seriously. “Either you're screwed, or they will just think you're a dork. The reaction will depend on the person, really.”

Kara's shoulders slump. “So I won't be cool?”

“Journalists generally aren't cool,” Nia unhelpfully offers. “But I'm sure you could make it work for you. You'd be like…one of those grizzly story-seeking sleuth journalists.”

Kara groans, thumping her forehead on the bartop. “That seems more like a private investigator thing,” she says. “Darn it. I'm going to have to start from scratch.”

“I'm all in favor of quitting method acting for one night,” M'gann chimes in, still eyeing Kara's cigarette distastefully. “Now do you need a refill or are you going to fall asleep here?”

“Yeah, sure,” Kara says, lifting her head in order to sheepishly push her emptied club soda over. “Pour me a double.”

That joke never lands—M'gann just rolls her eyes and refills the glass, wiping her hands off before moving down to another patron. Nia scoots her stool closer to Kara once she's gone to reassuringly say,

“I like the pretentious cigarette. It makes you look like a hipster…they’re coming back into fashion, you know. Just like leg warmers.”

Kara wrinkles her nose. “I don’t think anyone really liked leg warmers.”

“That’s how I know you were unfashionable in high school,” Nia says. Then, apparently already bored with the topic at hand, she turns around in search of their former company. “Hey, where did Alex go? I haven’t even bought her a round of shots yet!”

“That’s a good question,” Kara says thoughtfully. “Maybe Lena showed up?” But when she swivels her chair to aid Nia’s search, she can't spot her sister either; considering Al’s Bar is a hole in the wall with not many patrons, that can only mean Alex has stepped out. “I'll go find her.”

All things considered, the night is pleasant—when Kara emerges without her jacket, the air isn't quite cool enough to make her go back in to retrieve it. She walks around the corner to the alley where everyone goes to smoke, but Alex isn’t there. Alex is also not in the 7-11 across the street, nor is she two doors down at the diner. (Kara orders a donut to go just to be 100% sure Alex won’t emerge from somewhere inside, of course, like a diligent sister).

Eventually, her pointless search leads her right back to Al’s. Nia has apparently had enough alcohol to drag Kelly to dance; Winn and James have begun a spirited game of pool; Querl has commandeered the jukebox and is studiously adding 80’s dance music to the queue. Alex, however, is still notably missing.

With a groan, Kara collapses at the bar again. “Can I get a water, M’gann?”

“You got it,” M’gann says, filling a fresh glass from the tap. She moves on immediately after to another customer, and Kara’s question about whether M’gann has seen Alex dies before it even forms. Kara sighs, takes a much-needed sip of her water, and resolves to just melt into her stool when all of a sudden she hears:

“Is this seat taken?”

It should be noted that, in the past, Kara has encountered situations far worse than this one. Moments where her life was in danger, even. She likes to think she has mastered the ability to remain unfazed in the face of the worst surprises at this point of her career.

But then again…she’s never actually met her sister’s fiancée before. And in a truly horrific turn of events, Kara ends up spit-taking all over her shoes.

“Oh crap, I am so sorry,” Kara says, making a mad grab for napkins off the bar and crouching down to pat at Lena’s heels. “Are you—okay, can I get, er, anything—” She doesn't even know how to apologize at this point, so tongue-tied she is just about to offer her own shoes off her feet.

Lena Luthor doesn't answer right away. She takes a delicate step down, and her hand covers Kara's in order to make her pause. When Kara musters the nerve to cautiously meet her eye, Lena gives her a small smile.

“It's fine.” Lena looks much more <i>vivid</i> than the photographs. Everything about her is sharp; the angles of her jaw, the eyeliner she wears, the intensity of her green eyes when they're trained on Kara. Even her voice edges on the sharper side, not quite cold but almost. “Kara, right? I recognize you from Alex's pictures.”

Kara barely remembers to nod. “Yes, I…recognize you too,” she says. “It's nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Lena draws her hand away immediately after, and Kara hastily rises up in order to put some space between them.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Kara asks quickly. “M'gann makes a great…sour.” She cannot for the life of her remember what it is that Nia ordered, and from the strange look on Lena’s face, she has 100% gotten the name wrong. “I don’t really drink.”

Somehow, that awkward confession makes Lena’s face twist, like she is trying not to smile. “Alex mentioned you’re sober,” she says. “I hope it’s alright, that she did.”

“No, yeah, it’s not a secret,” Kara says, but in her mind she’s thinking Alex and Lena talk about her? About what? Hopefully not embarrassing stuff. Shoot, knowing Alex, it’s 100% embarrassing stuff. “And I wouldn’t expect you to have any secrets with Alex either way, so.”

“Right.” Lena takes a careful seat besides Kara, her expression since gone entirely blank. She orders a scotch, Kara sticks to water, and they immediately maintain an awkward silence that M'gann raises a judgmental eyebrow at Kara for.

Kara clears her throat, desperate for any attempt of making nice she can muster. “So have you seen Alex?” she says.

“Today?” Lena has her glass raised to her lips, but she doesn't drink. “Not yet.”

“Oh. Well, I'm sure she's around here somewhere,” Kara says, and tries not to find it weird that Lena and Alex did not see each other at all today despite apparently living together.

This time Lena takes a long, thoughtful sip of her drink, and she turns her head to regard Kara silently. “Kara,” she says, as if testing the name all-too-carefully, practiced and halting like she wants to call Kara literally anything else. “Would it be a fair assessment to assume you don't like me?”

Kara’s grip on her glass falters in a single blink-or-miss-it second before she manages to control her surprise. “What?” she says weakly. “I know we don’t know each other, but, if Alex likes you of course I like you.” Flustered, she backtracks to say, “I mean Alex loves you. Obviously.”

Lena doesn’t put Kara out of her misery. At least, not right away. No, she just smooths out the imaginary wrinkles of her form-fitting dress that she has chosen to wear to this dive bar, drums her fingertips against the sticky wood of the bar counter, and gazes pensively beyond her company in a way that can only be described as lost. Then,

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t meant to be an accusation,” Lena says. “What I meant is, I'm sure you must despise the idea of me.” An attempt at a smile crosses Lena’s lips, but it’s a sad one. “Today was mostly about putting your mind at ease over any misconceptions you might have.”

“Well, I’ve only known about you for like a week, but I can honestly say I have zero thoughts about you,” Kara says quickly. Then frowns. “Wait. That was supposed to sound reassuring. Can I start over?”

The engagement ring on Lena’s finger shimmers even in the poor lighting, and she rests her cheek against her palm, gazing at Kara with a curious, half-amused kind of look in her eyes. “The floor’s yours.”

“I’m not the kind of person who assumes the worst about other people,” Kara says, reaching for her water again, if only to tip it towards Lena reassuringly before taking a quick sip. “And if you make Alex happy, then I can only assume you’re a good person. Also, you might be a saint to even put up with her.”

Lena’s mouth twists into a proper smile, however small. “The way you two talk about each other is so…” She shakes her head as if she can’t quite finish that thought. “You two are clearly very close.”

“Unfortunately, yeah, I'm stuck with her,” Kara quips, and that at least feels normal—talking about Alex is a safe topic. Even if she hasn’t bothered to come back to her own engagement party. “Do you have any siblings?”

“A brother.” Any semblance of a smile vanishes entirely at that, and Lena hastily finishes the remainder of her drink.

Kara gets the feeling she has said something horribly wrong. “And are you two also…close?” she finishes her train of thought awkwardly, even if she already knows the answer.

“No.” The stony way Lena clenches her jaw suggests that Kara isn't winning any brownie points, here, and she has to bite her tongue to stop from pushing on. “Excuse me, can I get another?” Lena beckons M’gann over when she has a second, and M’gann gives Kara another questioning look but doesn’t say anything to her directly.

“I’m sorry,” Kara feels the need to say. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oddly enough, I believe you,” Lena muses. “You did mention your sister has hardly talked about me.”

“I'm sure she would've,” Kara tries to reassure her. “I just don't see her too much nowadays, with my work.”

“Mm. You’re a journalist, right?” Lena asks, and there is something in her gaze that makes Kara feel hot under the collar. “Or was it a kindergarten teacher? I know you and your sister have an affinity for switching careers.” Something about the calculated way she pauses to take a sip of her drink, gaze expectant over the rim, causes Kara's heart to plummet into her stomach.

Kara, in turn, promptly chokes on air. “What? You—you know? About—” She stops. “I’m not sure Alex was allowed to tell you that.”

“Not even if we're going to get married?” Slowly, Lena begins to smile. It's a real smile, one Kara hadn't realized Lena was capable of until now. “Your sister might be the most by-the-book person I've ever met. Unfortunately for her, I was able to connect the dots about you myself.”

“Ah.” Kara drums her fingertips against the bar counter, feels her cheeks warm slightly with embarrassment.

Lena places a hand on Kara's forearm—a warm, gentle heat Kara can feel through the thin sleeve of her T-shirt. “That was no fault of yours,” she says reassuringly. “She slipped up talking about your job. It was fairly easy to connect the dots.”

Somehow, that does nothing to dissolve the dread slowly building up in Kara’s chest. Alex never slips up. Kara is the resident Danvers sister fuck up (Alex’s words exactly), and all at once Alex’s disappearance tonight becomes decidedly unsettling.

“When did she tell you about my job?” Kara blurts out. “Do you remember?”

“Yesterday, I think,” Lena says, and she regards Kara questioningly. “She was telling me about everyone who was going to be here today and what your friends do for work. Why?”

“Was she working? Looking at her computer or her phone or anything?”

“Yes, that’s all she ever does.” But it’s odd, the way Lena says it, like she’s not bothered in the slightest.

It could be nothing. It probably is nothing. But Kara still scans the bar with a renewed vigor in search of that familiar scowl that she cannot find. “She was just here,” Kara mutters aloud. “She wouldn’t have left without telling someone.”

“Alex?” Lena watches Kara carefully, no doubt trying to decide what to say. “Has she not told you if she’s running late?”

“No, she was here already,” Kara says. “I don’t think she would have—” She shakes her head to herself, cursing inwardly. She can’t assume that Alex has been dragged away for a work reason. Maybe it has something to do with Alex getting cold feet. Either way, telling her sister’s fiancée that the woman she’s supposed to marry has abandoned her engagement party doesn’t seem like it would do Alex any favors. “I’m sure she’s just in the bathroom or something. Uh, I’m going to just…” She pulls out her cigarette in a poor cover and says, “Go outside, for a smoke break, if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Lena says. Then, “Would it be alright if I joined you?”

If Nia knew that Kara’s stupid cigarette would have led to this moment, she would laugh her ass off. Repeatedly. Kara supposes it’s a small mercy that Nia is still dancing with Kelly, so she is spared of any and all jokes at her expense.

It’s not until they’re outside that Kara sheepishly confesses: “So full disclosure…I don’t actually smoke.”

Lena doesn't look particularly surprised at the fact. “It's an odd thing to lie about,” she says, and tilts her head, surveying Kara with a sharp look. “Oh,” she says afterward. “I’m sorry. Clearly, you lied to get away from me, and here I am following you around.”

Kara swallows. Hard. “It’s not that,” she says, even though it kind of is. 

“It's okay.” Another touch, this time gently to Kara’s shoulder. Lena has a strange, half-wistful look on her face. “Take your break. I’ll go inside…I should introduce myself to Alex’s friends and keep it convincing.”

That is such a peculiar way to phrase an otherwise normal statement, and Kara feels her brow furrow subconsciously. “What?”

But Lena has turned away by the time Kara even forms the word, and Kara watches, bewildered, as Lena takes two steps forward before immediately whirling back around. There is no other way to describe it, but��Lena has gone sickly pale in the moonlight, as if she’s seen a ghost. Before Kara can ask what’s wrong, Lena has hurriedly bridged the gap between them and grasped Kara’s face with cold, shaking hands.

“Can you turn around?” Lena asks quietly.

Kara does, but she knows her cheeks have gone hot and red by now, so unaccustomed to both the proximity and the specific person before her. “Lena, what’s—”

“I have something very urgent to ask you, and please don’t overthink it,” Lena rushes to say.

“Okay.” Kara tries not to fidget; she has had a gun held to her head several times before and yet, this is the most overwhelmed she has felt in years.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Kara blinks. “What?”

“Please,” Lena adds on, as if that makes the question any saner.

And maybe it’s the desperation in Lena’s voice, in her eyes, in the way she keeps on trembling, but Kara recognizes someone in danger. She doesn’t understand what on Earth is going on, but she slowly nods, and trusts that if Alex kicks her ass later it will be for a good cause.

(Kara is not, however, prepared for Lena to immediately kiss her like she’s starving, hands still tight against Kara’s cheeks, dragging Kara so close that Kara is essentially caging her against the wall). 

It feels like forever, but not in a bad way. Kara hasn't kissed someone in so long that she feels clumsy, almost like she is outside of her own skin, hands falling against the gravel of the bar’s outside walls in order to stop herself from grabbing at the inviting curves of Lena’s waist.

When Lena gently pushes her away, Kara hastily steps back, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands to keep from doing something dangerous (like reaching back in). Lena looks as if she's calmed down enough at least; she blushes when she meets Kara’s eyes, glancing down at the floor for a brief moment.

“Thank you,” Lena says. “God, if I was recognized out here of all places Alex would have lost it.”

“Recognized?” Kara echoes. She follows the way Lena jerks her head to the right, where the shadow of a man is disappearing into the alleyway. “I…don't follow.”

“That man used to work for my brother,” Lena sighs. “I don’t know if he would have remembered my face, but better safe than sorry.”

Kara opens her mouth, pauses, and then shuts it when she realizes she has no clue what to say. Her phone buzzes in an all-too-welcome distraction, but her blood runs cold when she sees it’s from Alex.

SENTINEL:

Can you tell everyone the party’s cancelled? Lena’s sick. Also let the cat back in before the night’s over.

“Shit,” Kara involuntarily curses when she sees that familiar code phrase. Suddenly everything makes sense: the secrecy, the mysterious brother, the fact that Lena cannot be recognized in the streets outside of a dive bar used as a front for the average spy (or average drunk that security allows in for the cover). “Lena, are you in witness protection?”

Lena squints at Kara like she is the one dropping a bombshell. “Yes? Did you not know that?”

“No! What the—why would Alex bring you here?!” Kara frantically texts her insane sister back.

SUPERGIRL:

Is there a curfew?

SENTINEL:

The sooner the better. I’m at Dad’s house right now or else I would do it myself.

That next coded message makes Kara exhale, finally, to at least know Alex is safe. Something big must have happened if she is dragging Kara into this without so much as a briefing, sure, but Kara also knows that Alex would not have trusted her with anything less.

“Lena,” Kara says, “can I ask you something urgent now?” She pauses when she immediately remembers the firm pressure of Lena’s lips, and quickly adds, “It doesn’t involve kissing.”

“Fair enough,” Lena says, enough amusement coloring her tone that Kara briefly flushes all over again.

“Can you trust me to get you home tonight?” Kara doesn’t wait for an answer before she goes on: “I know you don’t know me. But you know Alex. And I swear on my life, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Alex, and by extension that means there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

Lena nods along with every word slowly. “You take your job very seriously.”

“I do,” Kara says firmly. (And, hopefully, comfortingly).

“Then I trust you, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “If that’s even your real name.”

And for a brief moment, Kara’s not a spy fighting a clock on a mission she knows nothing about; she is, instead, a normal person who is capable of seeing the humor of her almost-sister-in-law who definitely knows more than she has clearance for.

“It is,” Kara says—even deigns to smile before she can quell it. “By choice.”

“That sounds like there’s a story somewhere.”

“I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” Kara promises. “Maybe even tonight, if in exchange you tell me your real name.”

“Unfortunately, Lena Luthor is my real name,” Lena says. “Alex said it was fine to tell her friends, so, this party was her idea. She even came up with the marriage idea so when my last name is changed, no one will care.”

The cogs finally start turning in Kara’s head far slower than she cares to admit. “Hold on. So you and Alex aren’t actually engaged?”

Again, Lena stares at Kara like she’s grown two heads in the last thirty seconds. “No. You seriously didn’t know? I thought you were just being weird, Alex says you get really into your method-acting stuff.”

“No.” Strangely, the first thing Kara feels is relief; she doesn’t have to actually tell her sister that she kissed her future wife. The second thing is, quite reasonably, alarm. “Okay I don’t know what the hell is going on with your case, but you mentioned someone who used to work for your brother, right? How bad is the threat?”

Lena hesitates. “It’s…kind of a long story.”

“So really bad,” Kara fills in the blanks. “Crap. We need to go.” She quickly shrugs off her jacket and presses it into Lena’s hands. “Put this on. There are no cameras in this area, but we’re going to hit some when we get to the parking lot.” 

“Is everything okay?” Lena asks, though she hurriedly does as Kara says.

“I’m sure it is,” Kara tries to assure her. “But it’s just a precaution until we can reunite you with Alex and confirm.”

Lena doesn’t seem like she believes Kara entirely—or at least, the way her expression remains a fraction confused definitely indicates as much. But at the very least, she does not argue, though she does make a point to ask, “Where is Alex?”

“She just got tied up at work.” Kara leads the way to the parking lot, careful to hover at Lena’s side on the off chance any threat might  materialize. “I don’t know where your current safe house is or if it’s been compromised, so I’m going to take you somewhere else. Is that okay?”

“Not like I have any choice,” Lena says wearily. “So am I not allowed to know when everything’s gone to shit? Or will everyone just keep telling me it’s okay when it’s not?”

Kara swings open the passenger side of James’s car (he’ll forgive her for this later) and waits for Lena to sit down. Lena doesn’t. “It’s—complicated,” she says.

“How so?” Lena crosses her arms and still does not move. Kara is still holding onto the car door, inadvertently standing too close; she feels strangely helpless when Lena looks right at her with eyes dark and determined.

“Full disclosure,” Kara reluctantly admits, “I…have no clue what’s going on with your case. I’ve been in the dark and Alex can't exactly  share the details through a text, so, the truth is I have no idea if everything has gone to shit. I know that is the very last thing you want to hear since I’m supposed to be protecting you, but—”

“Actually,” Lena says, and her look has softened, “that makes me trust you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I appreciate that you will tell me upfront you don't know,” Lena says. She sways slightly closer, enough that Kara stiffens, but it's only to duck into the car after all.

Kara shuts the door only after a very brief pause. This should not be as hard as it feels. For a week she has been associating the idea of Lena Luthor as her sister’s fiancée and it’s tough to wrap her head around the fact that the opposite is true.

(And it has absolutely nothing to do with how attractive Lena is. Or that kiss. For the record.)

The dashboard of James’s car reads 7:19 PM; his radio is playing a news station; the gas tank is half full. Kara makes note of everything and decides she will drive as far as she possibly can before it hits empty.

Lena is quiet, at first. And while there is nothing special about the bumper-to-bumper traffic or the hazy street lights or the clouded night sky, Lena keeps her gaze trained outwards, head resting against the tinted window.

But then, “My brother killed twenty people.”

Kara grips onto the wheel and tries not to outwardly react. She has, of course, always had a terrible poker face. “Oh.”

“It gets worse,” Lena says uneasily. “I designed the technology he used to kill them.”

There is no possible response Kara can imagine which might be appropriate. In the end she settles for: “That actually doesn’t seem like a long story after all.”

“I assumed Alex would have told you that, at least.” Lena begins to drum a pattern with her fingertips against the center console. “Do you think the worst of me now?”

“I guess that depends,” Kara says slowly, “on whether you designed that technology for the purpose of killing people.”

Lena gives a curt, kind of disbelieving half-laugh, half-scoff. “They were nanobots,” she says. “I was trying to use them to cure cancer. But my brother…well, he didn’t see half the potential I did.”

Kara casts a quick glance at Lena, finds her staring straight ahead with a stony expression on her face. “Lena,” she says gently, “that doesn’t sound like it was at all your fault.”

“Everyone tells me that.” More rhythmic drumming, each beat more hesitant than the last. “I don’t know when I’ll start to believe it.”

When she was a kid, Kara had been thrown into the foster system with little more than heartache and a wish to find the cousin she never would. She had never felt so helpless—so unsure—and something about Lena’s guilt right now brings her right back to that moment. Like she’s just a little kid, knees pulled up to her chest, waiting for a sign that would never come.

“It’ll be hard,” Kara says softly. It has begun to drizzle rain, and she mindlessly sets the wipers, watching them flick back and forth as they wait for the light to turn green. “But it will get easier. I promise.” 

“Odd thing to promise,” Lena notes, but Kara can feel her gaze burning against the side of her head, and Lena sounds…lighter, somehow. “Can I change the station?”

“Sure.” James will hate it, but Kara doesn’t mind. Lena chooses a jazz station that frequently breaks with static, and it’s by far the most peaceful hour-long drive Kara has had in a while. 

They pull up to the safe house when the clock reads 8:34 PM and the rain has petered out; the air feels damp and thick with residual humidity, but otherwise, the tranquility of the quiet gives Kara a good feeling. Lena has fallen asleep in the passenger’s side, and Kara softly nudges her awake.

“Here,” Kara says, handing her James’s emergency bag once they make their way up the house steps. “This should have a change of clothes. They’ll be too big, but better than your dress at least…if you’re hungry there will be granola bars in the pantry. We can’t risk ordering anything else right now, unfortunately.” She digs into her pocket for the batch of safe house keys she has on all times and locates the right one, pressing it surely into Lena’s hand. “Until we know for sure if I’ll be briefed on your case or not, just…assume you’re going to be moved tomorrow. Also, you never saw me. Like, officially.”

Lena wipes at her eyes with her palm, absentmindedly smearing her mascara. “You’re going to leave me here?” she says, hugging James’s bag to her chest.

“No, of course not. I’m going to be sitting in the car, out here,” Kara says. “I just mean like in general, you know, if I don’t end up getting briefed on your case it would be all kinds of not-allowed to be talking to you. So if anyone asks…”

“Ah,” Lena says, “right. I’ll just make up a cover story for my cover story.”

“Yeah, you know, we need to protect the bureaucracies and all that,” Kara says. “If I'm even using that word the right way.”

“And you're supposed to be a journalist?” Lena smiles ever-so-slightly. “Good thing you're decent at your day job.”

“Only decent?” Kara feels her own mouth twitch with the promise of her own smile. 

“I'd give you five stars on Yelp,” Lena says confidently, and Kara laughs, unable to stop herself from full-on grinning.

“Well if you need anything,” Kara says, and gestures over her shoulder to the car. “You know where I'll be.”

“Thank you.” Lena places a hand over Kara’s wrist, and just squeezes there briefly, her hand slightly cold but her touch overwhelmingly gentle. “Um. Would it be—would it be allowed to ask if you can stay with me inside, instead? I don't really want to be…alone.”

“That would make plausible deniability much harder to fake,” Kara tries to protest, but Lena is biting her lip and looking at Kara underneath mascara-smudged lashes and really, there is no other option but to cave. “…but I guess I could break a rule or two. Or twenty-seven.”

Lena smiles fully this time with obvious relief. “And here I thought I'd have to work harder to corrupt you.”

Kara pushes her glasses up her nose and says, “I’m a little concerned you were planning to corrupt me, but I mean. It’s one night.” She follows Lena inside when she opens the door, surveys the untouched room with a quick, satisfied glance. “Just as long as you don’t get me into trouble.”

“I’ll try my best not to,” Lena says, making a beeline for the couch to inspect James’s emergency bag; she pulls out an oversized T-shirt with an exhausted sigh. “Can you unzip me?” Already she’s pulling her hair off her shoulders, exposing the graceful slope of her neck, and Kara almost forgets to lock the door behind her.

“Y-yeah,” she stammers out, once again fiddling with the glasses that she doesn’t need, and she knows it right then and there: Lena Luthor will undoubtedly get her in trouble. And judging by the way Lena gazes so shyly at Kara over her shoulder, she knows it.

(But, well. In the grand scheme of things, Kara figures a little trouble never hurt anyone).

[uriekukistan]

HI RIN!!!

For the WIP ask: How about 3, 4, 10, 15, and 16? Hope you have a great day!

HIII THANK YOU FOR THE ASK :D sorry for the late reply i've been feeling kinda sick but i fear you've hit the yap button w these....though unfortunately i dont have enough of any of these written to provide a proper snippet my apologies </3 HOPE YOURE DOING WELL !!

3 - WIP I talk about (hasn't started yet)

this is a more recent idea that i just had and talked a bit abt on here i might refine it some before i actually start writing it, but in short i was thinking what if. when yuuji died at the detention center megumi accidentally cursed him? i’ve been thinking of yuuji as a rika-like curse or maybe (probably) something more humanoid but. imagine the GUILT that megumi would feel ooohhhggg it would hurt so bad i need to think more about this  but i have had the idea for a while about itafushi cursing each other at the detention center…..now that i have more time i can actually work on fleshing this out so 

4 - WIP that is secretly rotting my brain & 10 - WIP I started because because of a song

not to combine two asks again i SWEAR its related 

actually i don’t think i’ve ever talked abt this one before…maybe with like one person. and i haven’t started it yet either but it lives in my brain RENT FREE. but its a horror/angst idea inspired by jjk 266 because im EVIL

basically the idea is that in order to reach megumi’s soul, yuuji has to travel Through sukuna’s soul. in doing this, he basically experiences life as sukuna like all the atrocities he committed and cannibalism, some other things. and he’s conscious the whole time but can’t stop anything even he tried because he’s just living sukuna’s memories. ooooh the guilt the sickness the trauma i need to write this idea so bad

the reason i included 10 in this is because i first got the idea when i was listening to “talk” by hozier and the line about the voice that urged orpheus and the choiceless hope in grief. the fic doesnt really align with erm the rest of the song but like the idea of yuuji going through literal Hell to save megumi (like he didnt go through enough already) and the way i saw that in the jjk universe was sukuna’s soul

15 - WIP that is just all my favorite tropes bound together with the power of love

i would say koi no yokan but since i finished editing the last chapter today i feel like that doesnt count as a wip anymore :( 

now i’d say it’s my (unstarted) actor au because it has slow burn elements, historical elements (IM SO EXCITED ABT THIS), secret/forbidden romance…probably lots of meddling (/affectionate) nobara. i havent fully planned it out yet bc i don’t like to have too many active multichapters at once </3 but i love the idea of writing itafushi falling in love twice in parallel stories 🥹

16 - WIP that has an audience of 1 and it is me

is this an appropriate time to talk abt original work……………………………i’ve never talked abt that here before omg

it’s still in its infancy im talking world and characters barely in existence (i’m better at plotting first and building as necessary but idk idk) but this morning i actually came up w a title for it and a vague beginning and ending so i can start building more from there but. 

its a fantasy story set in a fictional kingdom (wow big shocker /s) and the idea that i’ve centered my plot around so far is this doomsday cult. here’s a lil peak into my lore doc (hides faster than the speed of sound) (yes i named the cult before the kingdom what about it)

the story is tentatively named (though i will probably stick with it) "when the sun bleeds red" after the first line of the prophecy. which to me not only refers to the prophecy but the type of imagery i'll be striving for with the more violent scenes kjdgfhfjdh

i'll be running away and hiding myself in a ditch now cant believe i spoke abt my original work publicly

[fantasylandblues]

modern!lucemond college au

i call this some badly written porn with barely any plot. just kidding, i really love this au i'm building and to imagine how these two develop their relationship. i tried to go for the "x times they fucked" type of fic and also i may have a thing for sex in public places.... erm.... hope you enjoy!

warnings: sexual themes / explicit intercourse

disclaimer: they are both consenting adults in this; if you haven't read it, i recommend you check the au, but it's not necessary to understand this piece. i also don't picture them quite like the actors.

18+ work; read at your own caution! hate comments and/or discourse will be blocked.

Aemond's body was mush after his usual couple hours of training at the campus pool. it was routine at this point, to walk into the showers as he slipped off his only piece of swimwear, to untie his hair from the braid he had put on earlier so that it wouldn't tangle. everything was pretty much the same as he stepped under the sweltering water, the stalls empty and silent.

that was before he noticed another body take the shower opposite him; he didn't even hear the guy's footsteps under the stream. there was no need to close curtains in there, not even in busy hours anyway, sportsmen didn't seem to care- or mind the attention. so this man he didn't recognize had just done as he did- which was strange, because there was no one left at the pool besides him at that hour- and was now relaxing under the stream, his back to Aemond displaying a great pair of buttocks, not that he ever cared about staring too much.

he caught a glimpse of the man's fluffy brown hair before it flattened against his neck and, shit, that was the guy from the week before. that made sense. Aemond remembers him, caught like a deer in the headlights and seeming a bit out of place amongst the late-night swimmers as their gazes met by the athletes' benches.

that's alright, he'd bite.

"what brings you here, boy?" he decided to ask in his usual, slightly condescending way.

"same as you," he answered cheekily. "and my name's Lucerys, by the way," he followed, in pretend annoyance.

"that's a beautiful name, Lucerys. i've seen you before."

"and did you like what you see?"

there was a pause, and then Lucerys' shower was off. he seemed to sense the nervousness radiating off of Aemond's skin- it was rare for him, to find himself not in the position of predator, but of prey, and those few seconds seemed to expand into a minute. Lucerys was now standing proudly in the hallway between them, a cheeky smile on his face, having gotten where he intended.

he interpreted Aemond's lack of negative response as a sign to proceed with what he had in mind. Aemond had turned to face him fully, never hiding his interest, ogling him up and down as Lucerys got closer, close enough to bring his hand to his chest, to trail his fingers on it, studying it like he'd never seen anything so perfectly carved from up close. and then their bodies were touching everywhere beneath the hot stream, and Aemond could finally get a good grip on that ass; he'd then turn the man around to face the wall, bite on his shoulder and ears and finally capture his mouth in a dirty, desperate kiss as he slid his hand down his wet stomach and around his cock.

Aemond ground his own cock against his ass to get himself some pleasure relief as he jerked the little brat off to completion. within almost no time of that, Lucerys was kneeling at his feet, worn out and panting to catch his breath before surrounding Aemond's cock with the wetness of his mouth. if his goal was to make him weak in the knees, he succeeded with only one sinful look of his greenish-blue eyes.

Aemond could swear that he desperately tried to assert dominance over the boy's bratty nature, but to no avail. as he dressed himself and finished packing up his things, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was gonna be seeing this absolute menace again.

in front of him, Aemond had a copy of an Encyclopedia of Old Valyria and another hefty book containing details on every ruler in Westeros dating from Aegon the Conqueror. in his note-taking stupor he could've been more aware of the person taking the seat across from him in the college library. he pretended not to notice the head of brown hair for another minute as he scribbled down a note and slipped it across the table.

'are you just gonna be in front of me every time you want something', the note said.

"pretty much, yeah. that does seem to do the trick," Lucerys announced, earning a shush from a nearby student and rendering Aemond a little embarrassed.

Lucerys then got up and walked over to Aemond's side of the table. his eyes glinting with excitement, he leaned in to whisper, "will you help me handle some ancient books, mr. Targaryen?", before walking away and into the secluded section of the library where those kinds of documents were stored. he silently damned his natural hair colour for the instant recognition it provided.

he was only a man, though. he had no choice but to follow.

the room smelled of aged books and manuscripts that had probably been stored away religiously since before the Conqueror's time- yet they could give a fuck about what got damaged once they started going at it. a pair of hands embraced Lucerys' waist from behind as he nonchalantly pretended to look for some ancient scroll, and soon he was giving way for Aemond to kiss and bite at his neck as he let himself be seduced. Lucerys tried to catch Aemond's mouth like before, yet Aemond only pushed him further into the shelf, pressing his hardened cock against his ass and pulling on his beautiful hair, denying him of that pleasure.

Lucerys unbuckled his own belt as he managed to free himself from the man's grasp, positioning himself by an old wooden cabinet of just the right height for Aemond to bend him over good, ass sticking out. understanding the cue, Aemond scrambled to get a condom from his wallet, ripped it open and unzipped his pants just enough to pull it out. he yanked Lucerys' pants and boxers like he hadn't fucked in decades, revealing that sinful, round ass from the week before, and to his delightful surprise, "oh, i'm already prepped, by the way." the little whore. he'd probably done it right before showing up at the library looking all casual and innocent, unlike he'd just shoved a bunch of fingers up his ass.

several times he had to put his hand over the bastard's mouth to muffle his moans, as well as shush menacingly right into his ear, all the while using his waist as leverage to pound deeper into him. Lucerys seemed to like being handled with little care, just how Aemond appreciated to have his way; he was oh so thankful he had allowed him that much control this time, to actually top him like he deserved. Lucerys' pretty, overgrown curls bounced along to their movement as Aemond finished inside him with a grunt, paying no mind to the fact that Lucerys had already finished and gone boneless in his embrace.

it was well past school hours again, his mates already gone from rehearsal as Lucerys was left all by himself up on the stage again, reading from a piece of paper focusedly as he moved about with some tape in hand, marking out the placements for his scenes. he was so much in it that he didn't appear to hear the auditorium doors open- or see the shadowed figure of his new favorite casual fuck enter the room, for that matter, even when he sat himself in one noisy, middle-row chair.

Aemond silently watched Lucerys as he moved about, his pants riding down his boxers every time he kneeled.

"what brings you here, boy?" Lucerys then asked, suddenly, eyes never leaving the script. an unfortunate feat of great acting, 'cause he had, in fact, noticed Aemond.

"same as you" he answered with a grin. there was something about this guy to grow fond of, he knew. "and the name's Aemond, if you even care."

"that's a beautiful name, Aemond, but i knew that already."

Lucerys was positive they'd be all alone at that time of night. he made sure Aemond's gaze followed his every step as he made his way down, dropping his things somewhere along the way and straddling him before he had any say in it. his fresh smell and damp hair gave away that he'd been at the pool before deciding he was up to some more exercising involving Lucerys, and that he knew just where to find him. Lucerys noticed that his hair had a slight wavyness to it, and wondered if he did anything to straighten it on the daily. ceding to his thoughts, he ran his hands through it, gently as the first time they touched. that seemed to do it for Aemond, who was already bulging painfully beneath him but only then decided to shove his hands into Lucerys' pants, grabbing his ass and bringing them closer to one another.

Lucerys then tugged at his gorgeous hair, firmly, and Aemond felt himself losing control, to which he ordered him to turn around. that way he could slam him over the front seats, hopefully.

Lucerys denied. "i want you like this", he'd said, standing up to strip and then unbuckling Aemond as he sat back down. "do you think you can handle it?"

"i can handle your pretty face".

still, it was a challenge for Aemond to not thrust into Lucerys with all he had. the guy was just so fuckable, not in a way he had ever had before, and that attitude of his always drove him up the walls with lust, even though he would never admit it. "and i want to see your chest again", he had also said, sliding his delicate fingers under Aemond's t-shirt. soon enough he was rid of that and his jacket.

"and why is that?"

"if you really want to hear me say it, i missed looking at this greek god body of yours."

"you know, you're not so bad yourself," Aemond said, giving the boy another hard squeeze.

"i know. that's why you came here."

and that was the first time they'd kissed with a feeling deep in their gut that wasn't just the weeks-without-sex kind of lust, but an affinity that grew from being acquainted with each other's faces and bodies. not needing to worry about getting caught, they took their time in there, switching positions, even, as best they managed, and allowing longer, lust-filled kisses. Aemond really missed the feeling of his soft mattress at a moment like that. Lucerys wasn't used to the more domestic bullshit, but for some reason, he let himself be kissed and praised in ways he hadn't allowed others before. Aemond was still to learn how to relish in the powerlessness this wild being made him feel.

i feel like this was messily written so i could really appreciate the feedback! also do support my work by checking my masterlist~ and spoiler: most hotd shenanigans take place in this same universe.

lmk if you would like to be tagged, and thank you for reading!

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Do you have any Next Gen OC's??

Good god, yes. Too many. Infact I'm going to copy and paste something from June that's been in my drafts listing next gen oc's and then add on others I've made. The section I copied from my drafts will be quoted and I'm not gonna edit it unless I'm adding a side note)

"My next gen ocs because they make up alot of my wip fics (including CC Dark World Au stuff) and also my mind...

Cameron Callaghan - Muggleborn Slytherin in the year below Albus and Scorpius. Her mother is an Archaeologist and her father is a Nurse. She is inspired by one of the actors we see on the CC tiktok account who played a background character, but with changes. She wears a green beanie with cat ears on it (because she deserves it) and likes making silly Muggle references. She began to admire Scorpius and Albus after they found her crying in the empty classroom they usually hide out in and she mentioned how her mum travels alot and she worries about her dad being alone whilst she's at Hogwarts, to which Scorpius offers her some sweets. It's nice. Overall, Cameron is a genuine, kind, blunt (but means well) person. Her patronus is a Panda.

Persephone Hunter - Muggle girl, nickname Seph... I made her so I could give Delphi a girlfriend and grew attached. Seriously one of my favourite ocs so far I think she's wonderful. She has vitiligo and is the child of two teachers (who work in the same school. They recall their meet cute alot). Delphi met her whilst trying to find muggle clothing at age 18 (one year before Albus started at Hogwarts, she was plotting at this point) and Persephone was a worker there. Persephones maternal great uncle was coincidentally a muggleborn but he had no children who could inherit magic. Seph is extremely clumsy but makes up for it with her otherwise levelheadedness. If she was wixen, she'd rather be Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw (Everyone swears up and down she'd be Hufflepuff because she's so sweet, but Delphi is sure she'd be in Ravenclaw.) (She's right.) (Her patronus would be a dove)

Mackenna Hughes - Halfblood Gryffindor who is friends with Melody Fawley! He was teased for having a "girly" name but clocked the one who tried to make a joke of it in the nose and everyone kinda just left him alone after that. He goes by the nickname Mac anyway. He is Melody's in man, the guy who gets her all the gossip in his house and spreads any news she needs spread to the Gryffindors. This is most prevalent in the cc band au when Albus and Scorpius are recruiting the younglings to spread word of their band playing in every common room, and Melody has to take charge (she plays a large part in this au). Mac is a strongheaded boy who clashes with people alot because he's secretly very sensitive. All in all he's just a little bit of a bastard and doesn't do anything more than flicking paper balls at passerbys to be a annoying. Admires James ii and Fred ii unbelievable amounts. His Patronus is a Horse.

Keiran - Halfblood Ravenclaw who is in the same year as James ii, Fred ii, and Dominique (I'll make a seperate post on age headcanons)(hello future Shralbus here! I wont). Had an older brother in Hufflepuff who was in the same year as Teddy and was his friend (I will not touch upon him im sorry...) Keiran is calm but short tempered, though never yelling at whoever stepped on his fuse. He is often found studying alongside Craig Bowker Jr in the library and pestering students talking alongside Polly Chapman who thinks shes his protoge (he thinks shes a nuisance). He is a prefect! His parents were two squibs. His Patronus is a squid."

OK.. I actually don't think i have others. I probably do tbf but it's 5am so I'm not thinking. But yeah! These are my next gen ocs... Cameron is my no1, then Persephone.

Thank you so much for the ask aceaussie this was the excuse I needed to actually post this stupid list 😭

[gaiaplantress]

WIP Wednesday

So uh, I've got an MDZS big bang fic that's been eating nearly all my attention lately, figure I should show people a preview of what I've been working on. Modern-day-with-magic Wangxian AU, inspired by that one mage merch line. WWX is a witch because I'm using it as a gender neutral term.

Back at the apartment, the ‘Friend Initiation’  -as Wei Ying liked to call it - involved the witch demanding to see his laptop (“I know you have one Lan Zhan!”) while making him order some fast food from a place he knew of nearby.   Which Lan Wangji had never heard of but since it had vegetarian options so he caved into the wish.   Meanwhile Wei Ying had signed into some sort of streaming service, (“It’s not really my account, it’s Jiang Cheng’s, but I helped him set it up and he still has not changed the password.  I’ll keep using it until he starts to get better about his password security!”).   By the time the food arrived, the man had pulled up some movie that Lan Wangji had never heard of before and looked so pleased about it that he was torn between being happy that Wei Ying was having fun or dreading what was causing him to have the expression.  He did not recognize the title of the movie - which was not unusual.  There weren’t many movies he was familiar was since in school he’d been focused on studying, and after he’d been lost in his duties.  They ate sitting on the couch - Wei Ying insisted on it as part of the ‘initiation’.  Lan Wangji couldn’t deny him that when he saw how excited it made the man.  It was a novel experience, even if it actually made him feel a bit itchy, almost nervous at first.  His Uncle would be having fits about not eating at the table, and a lifetime of abiding by those rules was hard to just ignore.  Still, it wasn’t exactly a bad thing to try something new.  The movie on the other hand was bad.  Very bad.  The plot was hard to follow - something about wasps that had mutated because of a corrupted curse - but that was the least of the problems with it.  The CG was horrendous, the lead actors were wooden, and the characters were insufferable.  Yet, it was clearly something Wei  Ying was enjoying, so he made up his mind not to say anything.    That is until the witch turned to him laughing after the male lead had gone off on some truly awful monologue about hope, “god, this is bad!”  He blinked, “but I thought you liked it?”  There was a snort from Wei Ying, “well yeah, but only because it’s bad!  That’s what I do with all my friends, watching mindlessly bad B-movies that are so stupid you shut your brain off just to watch them.”  “I..see.”  He didn’t really. Wei Ying squinted at him, “Lan Zhan,” he said, “have you really never watched a ‘so bad it’s good’ movie before?  You know, watching something just to make fun of it?”  He hadn’t even realized that was something that people did.  “No,” he said honestly, “I…have not watched many movies.”   His Uncle hadn’t been interested in what he called ‘frivolous past times, and the few that he had really seen were ones that his brother had convinced him to sneak out and see.     There was an overly dramatic gasp from the man beside him, “you have been deprived.  I swear Lan Zhan, I’m going to introduce you to more movies!  Good ones too!  After we take care of this, I swear I’ll make sure to show you the best ones!”  

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

fic writer interview

(a pic to get your attention, and to remind us all of how strong a look this was--you're welcome)

Tagged by @phoenix-ascended, thank you!!

name: C (heavensfallingaroundus on AO3)

fandoms: I wrote a lot of Madderton in 2019/2020, before I lost all hope 😂 I also wrote them as David Budd and Eggsy Unwin in a Kingsman/Bodyguard crossover that is long, wonderful and tragically still unfinished to this day--but I swear we're going to finish it one day, hopefully soon. Basically what I'm trying to say is: anything with Taron Egerton, and I'm game. I also wrote some other British Actor RPF starring the usual suspects (Colin Firth, Kit Harington, etc.) and a single Achilles x Patroclus oneshot after finishing Madeline Miller's The Song of Achilles. I read mostly Taron RPF (but not het stuff because it makes me uncomfortable, soz) and Hartwin--although I must admit I've not been reading as much as I would like, lately.

two-shot: What an odd question. I don't know if it counts as a two-shot, but this pair of crackficks (#sponcon) is definitely the best sorta-two-chaptered thing I've ever written, also thanks to my wonderful co-author and my favourite human on the planet, @its-a-soft-science. I'm also partial to where we're going, because it paints a version of events where everything turned out alright.

most popular multi-chapter fic: Still to this day, it's Three. If you were around when i was writing and publishing it, in the second half of 2019, you know how much that work took out of me and how I never took a break for around 6 months. It was the proverbial wild ride of my life as a fic writer, and even if I maybe think the quality of the work is not as good as it could have been, I still really love it. If you like a long and winding story, you should definitely check out Kingsman: The Highlands Liaison, which (I would like to solemnly promise once more) @misslittlefreckles and I are definitely going to finish.

actual worst part of writing: Definitely planning. I'm someone who would jump straight into writing a scene and 'go with the flow' most of the time, letting the inspiration lead me here or there... but in most cases one definitely needs to plan, cross the t's and dot the i's to make sure that there are no plotholes, incoherences of any kind, etc. And then probably the second worst part of writing is when you can't. The ol' WB is a bee in my bonnet at the moment, and I can't wait for it to pack its bags and fuck off.

how you choose your titles: Song titles and lyrics all the way. Music is a huge part of my creative process.

do you outline: Like I said--I don't love doing it, but I recognize the benefits in doing it, so the answer's yes.

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice: Goddamnit, I have a list in my phone notes app all about this. Let's see: a third and fourth installment of this Madderton wedding series (I had started writing a stag do part 3 but I never got anywhere with it), a fic on the wild night before Carpool Karaoke (they reportedly got blind drunk and they looked like the most fucked out + hungover pair of lovebirds ever on the day), a massive AU that I'd plotted a year and a half ago where Taron is a bit of an Eggsy character (estate kid with an abusive family history getting in serious trouble) and Richard his slightly older and incredibly competent hot daddy lawyer, several Christmas stories based on popular Christmas flicks, and finally another massive AU, which I'm not telling you anything about because it might well happen at some point in the near future.

callouts @ me: People definitely seem to have beef with me not jumping on the Richard/F**y train. To all my haters, a kind reminder to live and let live xoxo

best writing traits: I tend to use language that is a bit baroque sometimes but it also tends to go down pretty well. I've also been told I can successfully build up a lot of tension and then deliver on it quite effectively.

spicy tangential opinion: After almost 2 years of waiting for it, the Madden CK campaign is terribly underwhelming. The definition of overpromising and underdelivering.

Tagging @himbomcavoy, @taste-thewaste, @johaeryslavellan, @zebraljb

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Iguessweallcrazywritingchallenge

So I've decided to do a challenge. I think this would be fun and hopefully people come play along.

You don’t have to be following me, but I’d love to have ya!

This challenge will be going through September 30th. I don't want to make it any longer than that.

Please tag me in your writing (unless it's a smut. If so please tag @viking-raider ) and tag your work as #iguessweallcrazywritingchallenge

i’ll allow real people and their characters(chris evans, tom holland, harry styles, henry cavill, sebastian stan)

Writing can be as long or as short as you want and can be an AU, fluff, angst, smut, reader insert, just make sure anything over 500 words has a cut and everything is tagged appropriately!

If writing smuts don't use underage people or characters!

you can make it whatever ethics or race you like, just put it after the x reader so people know

Send me an ask with the prompt and character. Only two prompts per entries. prompts will be used only twice (first come first served). If we run out of prompts, I’ll add more.

if not participating please signal boost

please have fun!

                                        prompts under the cut

“She has a fever, I don’t know what to do.”

“I don’t care if you’re a girl and he’s a boy, don’t hit!”

“I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long”

“Don’t be nervous, you can come closer”

“You finally woke up, good dream?”

“You’re freezing, jesus!”

“Room service?”

“Hello ms./mr grumpy.”

"Marry me?"

"I'm speechless you're so beautiful"

  “I had a nightmare . . . can I stay with you tonight?”

“Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?”

“How did someone like me be lucky enough to end up with someone like you?”

“Whoever loses this match has to do the dishes.”

  “Stop wandering off! I keep thinking you’ve gotten abducted or something. I swear I’ll put you on a kiddie leash. Don’t tempt me.”

“Forget it. You suck.”

“Let me in, please.

“ Com--- come back ! Don’t you dare leave me here !”

“ Life is a god damn ocean and I have no idea how to swim. ”

“Don’t give me false hope.”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!”

“It’s so hard for me to hate you right now.”

“I will kill anyone that looks at you the way i look at you.”

“The thought of losing you scares me.”

“I’d be lying if i said i didn’t love you.”

"You think it's funny, but it's not. That hurts a lot, actually."

"Please don't cry. I hate seeing you cry."

"The bed is so empty without you, and it's slowly driving me crazy.

"It's not what it looks like, I promise."

“You were my whole world.”

I could make you feel better than that pathetic toy

Show me how you like to be touched

Those are the moans I love to hear

“I've never wanted to fuck someone so badly.”

"Answer the phone. I dare you."

"I know we're just friends but you're sitting on my lap and I'm so sorry if I get hard."

"I know we're just friends but you're sitting on my lap and I'm so sorry if I get hard."

"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."

"You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

"I love the way you look with my fingers inside you."

"Are you going to be good from now on?"

"Say my name over and over again and, once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good."

au

Matching Tattoos

hair stylist/make up artist and actor/model AU

runaway royalty and confused commoner AU

Whoops I fell smack into you and we both fell over on this crowded bus AU

I’m going on a huge trip and we’re sitting on the airplane together AU

  Acts like a baby when they’re sick

platonic friends AU

Person A and B sneak down to the ocean late at night together to have a late night swim date.

single parent AU

Enemies to lovers AU

  Childhood best friends AU

Person A comforting Person B, who is afraid of storms, during a massive thunderstorm

A jumping onto the sleeping form of B and screaming ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ before showering them with kisses and presents

Person A wiping icing onto Person B's nose and Person B trying to get revenge but Person A keeps dodging it.

 shower with my muse 

 to take a hot bath with my muse 

 for sex in public 

 for sex in the car

for an argument to turn into sex

to make one muse watch the other masturbate

for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob

[fullyellowsun]

Park Village | 9

Camping:

I do not own the picture, credit to the owner.

Constructive criticisms are welcome! This is in Korean so for those of you who can read Korean and English, go ahead! I will post a full English version link to the Wattpad story in the masterlist! (Juyeon/주연 could be you.)

Pairing: baekhyun x juyeon/you

Genre: kpop idol’s relative!AU

Word Count: 1392 words

Description: Juyeon is going camping and Baekhyun's gonna be there.

Masterlist

"Pack up, we're going camping!" Chanyeol says out of nowhere.

"But I don't have camping stuff."

"I do so just pack clothes and toiletries... and pack warm."

"Fine..." I get up and pack and put them in the car. We spend the next few hours driving into a forest.

"Oh, and by the way, EXO's gonna be there." He says as we can see the camping site.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me this before. I wanna go."

"Because you've been avoiding them for the past week!"

"No I haven't..."

"I can tell you're avoiding them. What happened?"

"Nothing... I'm not avoiding them."

"We're gonna share a tent with Baekhyun, that's okay right?"

"No!" I say without thinking.

"Why?"

"Well... er, um... so, someone in Korea stole my first kiss. I'm not saying anymore."

"Which one... I'll kill them. Did you even like them?"

"It was only for the game. But still..."

"So neither of you liked each other? Then why are you avoiding them? 설마... do you like them?

"No... no way."

"Who is it? I won't do anything... just tell me."

"It's too late."

"For what? No... 백현이 did?" I just nod. "죽어 버릴거야, 그 쌕이가."

"야, 조용히해! 그 봐, they're staring at us! We've been in the car for too long. Let's go." I get out of the car and grab the tent bag. "이거 해볼까?"

"Okay..." Chanyeol helps me set up the tent. It was quite small and I didn't know if it would fit all 3 of us.

"Are you sure this will fit all of us?"

"We can just cuddle... it's cold anyways." I stare at him.

"You're sleeping in between us."

"You'll still sleep here?"

"I mean I kinda have to. Except I don't really wanna cuddle either of you. You're like a rock. I do NOT want to sleep with a rock."

"I can't tell if that's a compliment or not."

"Think however you want." I place the bedding inside and decorate it with fairy lights to make it more homey. I stuff the luggage to the sides of the tent and just relax. I can hear Chanyeol starting to cook food as the others trickle in. I could hear the conversation.

"Did you get Juyeon to come?"

"Yeah..."

"Why did she not want to hang out with us for the last week?"

"I may or may not have... kissed her."

"You what?!"

"Why? How? When?"

"It was for the pickup line contest... and I thought it would be funny but she took it a little more seriously."

"Why would you scare her away like that?"

"주연아! 자? 이러나! Go get some firewood with 세훈이!"

"어? 알았어!" I get out of the tent and start making my way into the forest. Sehun follows. It was quiet as we picked up sticks from the dirt.

"Did 백현형 actually kiss you?" Sehun says out of the blue.

"Uh... yeah." I say trying not to think about it.

"Did you like it?"

"Huh?"

"Was it a good kiss?" He asks again.

"Uhh... I don't remember. I was not in the mindset of whether it was a good kiss or not." I say slightly annoyed.

"Do you like 형?"

"Yeah, why would I hate him?"

"No, LIKE like."

"Uhh... I don't know."

"I think I do... you like him 주연아, that's why you took the kiss seriously and avoided for the last week."

"아... 아니야! I just needed to some time to think."

"주연아... I've only known you for a few weeks but I know that if you didn't like him, you would've laughed it off."

"You don't know me... 세훈 오빠. That was my first kiss. You don't understand. What would you do if your first kiss was from someone who's famous and you only a few weeks and don't even know if you like."

"그... 그거 너 첫키스였어?"

"어..."

"대박... okay I kind of understand but still, you could've acted like it was nothing."

"I'm not an actor! I can't act THAT well..."

"주연아..."

"Let me finish! I come to Korea to spend time with my family and end up related to an EXO member and then one of them kissed me and took my first kiss and-"

"주연아!"

"I said let me finish!"

"주연아!" Sehun grabs my shoulders and shakes me. "WHERE ARE WE?!" I stop to look around. I couldn't see the light of the campsite anymore.

"Oh no... where are we? Sehun 오빠 why didn't you stop me?!"

"I tried to... 주연아... what do we do? I'm scared."

"Why are YOU scared? You're supposed to be the man!" Sehun huddles behind me and holds onto my shoulders. I try to back track where we had picked up sticks and looked for areas with small or not as many sticks. "Why are you hiding behind me  오빠?!  There's nothing there."

"I swear I heard something." He crouches more behind me, if he did any more, he would be dragging on the floor.

"You are such a scaredy cat." I roll my eyes and continue to scan the area to look for some sort of sign that we were there. He stands up straight and clears his throat.

"No I'm not, I heard something." He crouches again. "You heard that?" I laugh.

"That was you moving." I continue moving and start hearing talking.

"You hear that? I found our campsite!" He runs over. I roll my eyes. The members start crowding Sehun asking what happened. He twisted the story to make him seem like the hero but I just let him take the spotlight. I put the sticks in the small fire and sit around it. Chanyeol sits next to me.

"I'm guessing you were the one to find the campsite." He asks. I just nod. "He was probably crouching behind you and jumping at every sound." I nod again and laugh.

"Just keep it a secret... I think after the trauma, he'll need the attention."

"Sometimes I think you're older than all the members."

"누나? (What boys call older sister or close older girl) It has a ring to it. Should I ask them to call me that?"

"They probably won't do it..."

"I know, but it's worth a try. 얘들아, let's tell some scary stories." I give a knowing smile to Sehun. They all nod in agreement and come sit around the campfire. We eat and tell stories and purposefully try to scare Sehun. One story in particular was extremely scary and because Kai was next to me, I would hide behind him.

"Sorry, it's a little scary." I say behind him. "Its not a problem, you can use me to hide from the stories anytime." He smiles. I smile back and sit back up in my seat. I grab his arm sometimes and probably squeezed it really hard but he always put his hand on top of mine to comfort me. "주연아, 깜짝 얘기를 할까?" 백현 said quietly to me. "Uhh... 알았어, what is it?" I say. "I- uh I justed wanted to say sorry... what I did was really out of line and I didn't know it was your first kiss and-" "It's fine. I don't really want to talk about it. Let's just out this behind us and forget like it never happened. When we're back to normal, we might even laugh about and say it was a great memory." "Thanks 주연아, 우리 다시 친구이지?" "응, 그럼... 친구." He smiles and we link arms and skip back to the campsite. "Wait, you and 종인 had like multiple moments during the story time." He grins sneakily. "That was cuz I was scared." "You were scared?! You? I mean makes sense." I hit him hard enough so that it will hurt. "Ouch... just stating the facts." He mumbles. I glare at him. "와, 이 ���위기가 진짜 밖였어. What happened between you two?" Chanyeol notices as we get back. "We fought... okay well not fought, but an obstacle was placed, we jumped. And here we are." I say. I hear 경수 whisper to 찬열, "what is this metaphor?" "No idea." He shrugs.

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