#almost makes me wanna do a beach day chapter for fun lol

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Ay this is super cute dude!!!

Day 106: Fanart for @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off but this time it isn't a scene from the story

Wobbly Hearts AU where they're happy? Perhaps?

(drawing all of your ninja designs in summer clothes/scenes because I want them to be happy)

[colour-outside-the-liness]

First of all!! Loved the MoU fic update! left you a comment on AO3 and all. 10/10 ratings haha.

Secondly, moving countries is great you should try if you ever get a chance. I've always wanted to do that and jumped in on the first opportunity I got to make that dream come true, and I recgozine how lucky I am to be able to do so. It's definitely not easy but I'd do it again if I could (in true sag fashion 😎 haha). Where would you want to live? You ever been outside the UK?

Hahaha you and I in a team would be a nightmare to play against I think. Oh come on you absolutely do not deserve people questioning your intelligence! I like to play dumb in addition to the taunting so people underestimate me, they never see it coming when I win. They never see the cheating coming either, my friends are always shocked when they find out, but I do it almost every single time! 😂 I'm competitive too but I like to play it cool especially If I lose I'll be like "it's just a game calm down yall" but if I win I'm like "in your face losers!" (very mature I know).

I love your drunken story, though does sound like it was very dangerous so I'm glad nothing bad happened to you two! Ah I love yalls nordern accent (me and everyone in this fandom 😂) haha your friend's sense of humor is golden.👌 I'm glad you enjoyed my worst drunken experience, that was the last time I did something like that, I felt bad bc my best friend had to take care of me the whole night and you're right she should've told me it was just a rock! Lucky you you didn't get a hangover the day after, I certainly regretted drinking too much that night however fun it might have been haha.

Like I said before your niece is a really cool kid haha I'm glad you have someone to talk to about Bly Manor, don't know anyone who watches the show and my friends don't like scary stuff so I have to talk to myself about it 😂 and now you! Thank you for entertaining me ;) and I only watch the parts I really like now, I'm tired of crying every time I watch the whole show haha.

Do you do random accents really badly like Dani too? 😂 it is kinda funny your mom said it like that yeah hahaha maybe she just meant the good bits? And I mean, do you think you need help? Lol

I have a sneak peek of that damie fanart here, don't think I'll ever finish it tho. I want to do a medieval AU inspired fanart. Maybe it will also inspire someone to pick up the idea and write it haha.

How's your weekend been so far? My neighbor is making me watch Grey's Anatomy season (???) 500 idk but I wish I was reading that pirate AU instead 😂

Awwh thank you so much!! I will get around to replying to the comment on AO3 tomorrow when I reply to the others I've had a very busy day today though so haven't even had chance to read any comments yet but thank you so much for giving it a 10/10!! I wanna do it as soon as I get chance but I know it's gonna be hard and that I am gonna need a bit more money behind me first but I definitely wanna do it when I can... yeah I've been out of the UK twice- one time I went to France for the weekend when I was doing my A Levels and was like 17 the college I was studying at took some of the art kids and since I was doing a photography A Level I got to go and then a couple of years ago I went to LA for a few weeks which was great but I've never been out of the UK for longer than that!! A nightmare for everyone else but it would be hilarious for us I just know it would haha... I sometimes do I have said some dumb things, I actually used one of my dumber moments as a funny little story in one of my fics- people still laugh at me now for what I said and it's been 10 years... my roommate will not let me live it down!! See surprising people that way is always brilliant like when people just expect you to lose and then you win? That's the best kind of win in my eyes!! I don't cheat at games I am just ridiculously competitive and can't stand losing unless it's something like a video game I am okay with losing those but board games I can't stand losing and I am also a terrible winner my roommate won't play games with me anymore!! I can't say anything about anyone being that kind of a winner because I know I am and one of my sister's is terrible too we literally make a song and dance over winning Oh it was so dangerous and we were so dumb to do it like anything could've happened and we both sit and look back at that and go "man we were dumb" but I also sit and go "oh my god she's gonna be a mum in like 4 months" because we've done some crazy / stupid stuff!! My roommate is without a doubt one of the funniest people I have ever met and she's not afraid to tell it how it is... I'll admit because I have a Northern accent Jamie is like the only character on Bly Manor to not have an accent to me so when I hear people talking about her accent I'm always a little like "what?" Because to me that's just how people talk around here haha I did enjoy your drunken story and honestly we've all been there I have had to be taken care of on more than one occasion for being too drunk like to the point of people having to help me into my pyjamas and everything I've been in some bad ways haha!! She should've definitely told you it was just a rock and not a turtle!! Yeah I've only had one hangover and that was after a night of drinking where I blacked out and don't remember any of the night!! Yeah the night of the drinking is always fun- the hangover isn't though and often makes you wonder if it was worth it haha She's so cool like genuinely just a cool and funny kid and she just asks all the questions about shows she's watched so with me its Bly Manor with her mum and dad it's Stranger Things she asked me about it once but I had to tell her I'd never watched it she didn't seem impressed but yeah I'll talk to her about Bly Manor any day of the week- and you too now honestly I will talk about it to anyone that will listen... I can't not watch it all if I watch it because there's just so much about it that I love even if it makes me cry... episodes 4,6, and 8 are my favourites though and are probably the ones I have watched the most!! Yeah I do random accents all the time and they're always terrible but I always find myself really funny- I had this friend at Uni that had a slight southern English accent because he had spent most of his childhood there before moving up north and he still said certain words in a southern accent and I used to do his accent all the time but it was always terrible!! Oh yeah my mum is pretty blunt with stuff like she'll say things sometimes without thinking about how it sounds that or she just doesn't care like she's said

somethings haha I am sure she did mean the Dani thing in a nice way though because she said she liked her- Dani and Owen were her favourites and I mean some help for me wouldn't be a terrible thing I'll admit haha That fan art is incredible!! Like seriously amazing!! I would love to see some medieval fan art for Damie!! I have been sent a few medieval prompts for Damie and I have started writing some of them but it's taking time to actually get full chapters together but once I have and once I have more time from wrapping up other WIPs I'll make a start on editing and uploading those because medieval stuff is always great!! It's been good thank so far today I went to a little beach town with my mum, 2 of my sisters their partners and two of my nieces (my cool niece was one of them… not that my other niece isn’t cool but you know what I mean) and me, my two brother in laws, and my nieces all played a game of crazy golf while my mum and sisters went to a cafe and had cups of tea... they didn't wanna play with us but we still had fun while we played (I came second which I was very happy with)!! I hope you enjoy Grey's Anatomy and that you get chance to read the pirate AU soon!! It's soo good!! ☺️

[lovelyparkers]

the summer fling (1)

summary: going on a week beach trip with peter parker is both good and bad and summer is the best time for falling in love. but, the tension between the two of you is almost unbearable, much to the dismay of ned and mj.

in other words, the four of you head to the beach and you and peter begin a fling...but does it turn into something more? we shall see. y'all have just graduated in this and are 18

warnings: fluff and some spice lol this series is gonna be pretty spicy just wait a chapter! a whole 3.1k words!!!

when your best friend michelle suggested the idea that your tight knit group of four head down to her family's beach house for a week after graduation, you were off the walls excited. she had always mentioned this beach house but you'd never been there. in fact, you've never been to a beach outside of new york. so of course you excitedly pleaded that this trip actually happen, and it was going to. ned also quickly agreed but peter took some pushing. but one night when it was just you two in his room, you were able to convince him to give himself a break from spider-man and just spend a week at the beach with his friends. you weren't gonna go if peter wasn't going, end of story. you liked him so much and just the thought of spending a week with him? heaven sent. and of course, he couldn't say no to you, he was practically in love with you since freshman year. and maybe, just maybe, he thought this trip could finally be the factor needed to push you two together.

the night before you all left, you had decided to stay over peter's. you told mj and ned that it would just be more convient for her to pick up both of you in one place rather than driving around town. but really you just liked spending most of your time with peter. and of course he didn't mind at all.

you came over to his apartment at almost midnight because you knew he'd be out late trying to make up for a weeks worth of missing spider-man duties. and when you arrived he had just crawled in through his window, finding you leaning against the door frame. may was already asleep and you had a key peter gave you junior year, you know, for emergencies and all that good friendship stuff.

"hey," you said, smiling at peter crawling in the window all stealth like.

"hey y/n/n," he said, calling your favorite nickname back. he walked over to his closet to pull out a shirt as he pressed the spider on his chest. he let the suit fall down his body and just kicked it off leaving it in a hump on the floor. he tugged on a shirt, giving you a great view of his back, still leaning against the door frame and watching him. he turned back around to catch you and smiled cheesily back at you.

"whatcha looking at?"

"uh," you turned your vision over to anything but him, landing on his suit on the floor, "just your suit."

"my suit?"

"yeah," you walked over, dropping you bags and picked up his suit that was sitting in a pile, "you're a mess sometimes, you know that?"

"mhm."

you folded his suit nicely and put it on a shelf where he usually liked it. "are you all ready to go tomorrow? all packed?"

peter shrugged unsure, "yeah, i...guess."

you walked over to him sighing, dropping your head on his shoulder, "peter, you didn't pack a thing did you."

he groaned, "no, no i didn't."

you threw your head back and it was your turn to groan. "i'll help you."

"no, y/n/n, we'll have time in the morning before we go, i promise. let's just go to sleep before i drive you mad."

you shook your head at him and smiled, knowing he would rush himself packing in the morning. "fine."

you gave him a side hug and kicked off your shoes and climbed to his top bunk. you somewhat wished you could just share a bed with peter, cuddling with him and falling asleep with him...but that would be weird and not very friendship like. so you managed, and so did he.

he crawled into bed in just his boxers and a t-shirt and whispered a tired, "goodnight y/n/n." to which you replied "goodnight pete." within five minutes of that, you could hear peter snoring. you chuckled to yourself, knowing he must really be tired. all that crime fighting must be killing him. and you were really glad he was going on this trip to get a break and spend time with his friends—especially with you. he was on cloud nine at the thought of being on the beach with you for a whole week. sure, mj and ned were great, but he had eyes for you. peter fell asleep with a smile that night, hoping you were doing the same on the top bunk.

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at 9 am your alarm rang, meaning you had to get up and beat peter's ass into packing before mj showed up and did the same. she would be pissed if he wasn't ready to go, she had a very tight schedule of driving to follow and if peter even messed it up by one minute, there would be no beach trip. so you jumped down from the bunk, full of energy and flopped on peter's bed next to him.

"peter! get up!"

he slowly lifted his head and slightly opened his eyes, rubbing them and trying to shield the sunlight. "what?"

"we have to pack dumbass."

"oh...right," he mumbled. he actually listened to you and got out of bed, picking some clothes out of his closet and drawers to bring. you helped him match some things and basically tore his closet apart looking for swim trunks.

"peter i swear to god if you don't have a swim suit mj's gonna kill us."

"why you?"

"because she knows i'm responsible!"

peter blushed, thinking that you were all responsible over him, taking care of him basically and making sure he didn't screw up as a normal human being.

"ah ha! found it!" you held up a pair of black swimming trunks.

"i don't even know if those fit me."

"well we are just gonna go with it." you threw them at peter and he folded and placed them in his duffel bag. he made sure to grab some sun screen from the hall closet as well as his bathroom necessities—for which he needed a reminder from you. you zipped everything up and then the two of you got freshened you for the day. may was waiting for you guys in the kitchen with to-go bagels for the drive as you walked down the hall with yours and peter's bags.

"have fun kids! but not too much fun!"

"may!" peter groaned.

"hey i'm serious," she added.

"uh huh."

you laughed at the two, walking out the door and to the elevator. peter followed quickly behind, stumbling after you into the small elevator. michelle was in her car right outside the lobby with ned sitting by her in the passenger seat.

"let's go! times ticking and if we don't leave now we aren't going," she yelled out the window, popping her trunk open so you could fit your bags in. peter slammed it shut and then the two of you crawled in the back seats.

"we left the back seats for you guys because...you know..." ned said making indescribable gestures with his hands.

"know...what?" peter questioned with a very confused look on his face.

"my god you two are so stupid let's go," she turned on the ignition before turning to look back at you, "but you know i love you y/n."

you smiled, "love ya more mj."

"what about me?" peter and ned asked simultaneously.

"yeah i don't know about that," mj said before pulling back onto the road and heading for ocean city new jersey. it was a good two and a half hour drive with out traffic so you were in for it. peter fell asleep about twenty minutes into the car ride after talking to you about how excited he was to see the ocean again. you were glad he was getting some rest though, he would need it for this trip. eventually you fell asleep in the car too, leaning against peter's body somehow. though the two of you bumped heads when mj honked her horn to signify your arriving. she was parked in the driveway of a cute little beach house that was only a block away from the actual boardwalk and beach.

mj and ned got out, pulling stuff out of the trunk whilst you and peter shared a confused and tiring look. nevertheless you followed them and grabbed your bags and headed to the front door mj unlocked the house and you all entered. it was so pretty and homey and nice and cool in the house, just like what you imagined a beach house to be like. she gave a quick tour, showing off the kitchen, living room, bathrooms and two bedrooms.

"okay so, bedroom situation, me and ned will take my bedroom which has the two bed and you and peter can take the master," she said looking at you. "because, well, you know," she made weird hand gestures just like ned.

"what?!" you asked."

mj just groaned and rushed to her room with her bags. ned followed, leaving you and peter in the hallway outside the master bedroom.

"so," peter said.

"so."

"guess we're sharing a um, a bed?"

"guess so," you pressed your lips together and nodded. and after a moment of semi-awkward silence, walked into the bedroom, dropping your stuff. sharing a bed was something you've done before when peter stayed over your apartment, so why was it different now? you took the liberty of making the bed with the fresh sheets mj brought for everyone while peter stood unpacking his bags into the dresser drawers, glancing at you through the mirror every so often. he also unpacked your things for you too, almost throwing your underwear across the room when he realized he picked it up. he blushed madly, hoping you didn't see his scare. but he finished unpacking and you thanked each other before going to meet the others in the living room. it was going on 5pm by the time you were all settled, the car ride being longer than intended but still within michelle's schedule.

"so how bout dinner?" mj asked.

"yeah definitely, where to? you know the place best, but oh! i wanna see the beach later."

"well i happen to know this cool little restaurant on the waterfront that's pretty good. we could go there."

"i'm down," ned replied.

"me too," you said.

"me three," peter added.

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the four of you arrived to some janky little restaurant on the waterfront, but michelle reassured everyone that the food was great. you got a table almost immediately, though the summer crowd was definite. peter held out a chair for you before sitting down next to you.

"awe i guess chivalry isn't dead," mj mocked.

"shush," peter said visibly annoyed. both ned and mj knew you and peter liked each other and constantly worked to try to get you guys to just date already. it's been like that for years and still nothing. mj noticed peter was being oddly more sweet today too. he leaned his chin in his hands, watching you look at the menu and discuss what to get with the group. he was barely paying any attention to the others.

"mj are the portions big here?"

"yeah i can never finish anything but hey, leftovers!"

"okay, then me and peter will just share," you said mindlessly, still looking at the menu. why not share? plus you didn't wanna go broke on this trip.

peter pulled his head out of his hands and just looked at you. "you're cool with that?"

"yeah, we do it all the time."

"yeah, but..."

"peter has a big appetite," ned blurted out.

"but i don't mind sharing it's nice—i mean i wanna share a meal with you, but like...yeah i'm not that hungry but i'll share. with you."

you smiled, giving him a confused look, "okay weirdo."

michelle was just cracking up behind her menu.

when the waiter arrived, mj and ned both ordered their own meals and you ordered yours and peter's after quickly agreeing on what to share.

"and for you?" the waiter asked gesturing to peter.

"oh i'm sharing. with her," peter replied, pointing at you. the waiter walked off as you stared peter down.

"you good?"

"yes i just, you know i hate ordering."

"i know that's why i ordered," you said squeezing his hand. but you didn't let go. you just let your hands hang under the table while you played with each other's fingers. conversation was bouncing around the group and the entire time until your drinks arrived, your hands stayed together. it wasn't weird or anything. it was just natural between the two of you. but mj and ned didn't think so. they shared a look every once in awhile which you and peter failed to notice.

your ice cold lemonade arrived and you gladly took a sip, dying in the heat. you closed your eyes and just enjoyed it, you could get used to this trip and several glasses of lemonade.

"it's good right?" michelle asked watching you delve into the drink.

"yes! oh my god," you practically moaned. in the car before you fell asleep, all you drank was warm water bottles so this was fantastic. again, peter was sitting there leaning his head in the palm of his hand watching you fall for a glass of lemonade. "pete you have to try this."

you handed the glass to him, pushing his 'water with lemon' that you ordered for him because he was scared, out of the way. he took a long sip from your straw and you watched him intently, giving him a big smile and waiting for his reaction.

"yeah, t-that's real good," he said blushing and handing you the glass back, feeling your cool hand on his. not much longer the food arrived and you and peter shared your plate which was massive as michelle had mentioned. you scooted your chairs closer together, hips basically side by side, and the plate in between you, digging into the platter. everyone ate like animals, being starving from the long ass car ride.

peter put a hand on his chest when he finished, muttering, "i'm fool."

"yeah you are a fool," michelle called back, sipping her dr. pepper. you were laughing and leaned into peter's side. he casually wrapped an around around the back of your chair, smiling down at you.

your little moment was interrupted by the waiter with the bill and you split it four ways before heading back out to the car. you were so tired from eating, basically trudging out of the restaurant. peter placed a hand on your lower back and stopped you.

"piggy back ride?"

"oh my god please," you said, and peter leaned down a little so you could jump on his back and wrap your arms around his neck. he held his hands under your thighs and began walking to the car. michelle gave ned a look, maybe also wanting a piggy back ride.

"no, don't look at me like that," ned said. michelle just groaned and finished the short walk to the car and got in the drivers seat. peter placed you down gently and pushed you into the back seat, crawling in after you. you batted your eyes at him and whispered, "thank you." he just returned a press lipped smile.

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back at the beach house everyone was beat and tired and started getting ready for bed. michelle turned on every fan in the house because it was oddly hot. you put on some comfy lounge shorts and a graduation tee shirt from midtown. though, you were literally sweating. you walked out into the living room and saw you were basically matching with mj.

"dude, it's so hot in here it's insane."

"i know, the a/c is broken," she groaned. you laughed sadly.

"well goodnight."

"night."

you walked back into the shared room to see peter rummaging through all his drawers. "what are you doing?"

"we didn't pack pyjamas for me!"

"shit! i thought we packed everything possible."

"so did i." peter went and flopped backwards on the bed still in his jeans and a white tee shirt.

you looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows, "just sleep in your boxers, there's no way i'm having your scratchy jeans rub against my legs all night."

peter blushed and propped himself up on his forearms, "you sure?"

"i don't care," you said crawling into bed beside him. you pushed the covers back but didn't get under them. it was way too hot for that. you laid back on the pillows watching peter get up and slip off his jeans and tee shirt. he was pale as a ghost except for his arms and it made you laugh. he was so cute. but also really hot. that spider bite did him well in all areas.

"what are you laughing at?" peter asked before joining you on the bed, laying on his stomach and head turned to you.

"nothing," you bit your bottom lip, not daring to look at him right now because you might decompose. you quickly hopped up and hit the light switch before joining peter back in bed. the two of you lay side by side now.

"are you excited for the beach?" he asked.

"you know it! but hey, we should get up early and get it make breakfast for us all but especially mj as a thank you for driving us down here."

"good idea. but you're gonna have to wake me up."

"of course," you smiled. he smiled back.

"c'mere." he put a hand around your waist, pulling you into him to give you a hug. you melted into it and closed your eyes, still smiling, that is until you realized he was super sweaty and so were you. you put a hand on his bare chest pushing him back.

"hey! what the hell im trying to give you a hug."

"we're both ridiculously sweaty, peter."

"don't care i want a hug," he pouted his lip. you rolled your eyes as if to say 'fine' and went back to hugging him.

"goodnight y/n/n."

"goodnight."

you rested your head into his chest and fell asleep hugging but soon became sprawled out all across the bed from the intense heat. but you managed to somehow end up with your hand in his.

[itsthebeckyzone]

He Wanted More

Chapter 3: Swim For Your Love Life

They went to the dining hall hand by hand, with a weird vibe between them. Dean looked around a spotted one of the places he saw with Haley. A low shack with old gardening tools in it, and thought how great it will be to just kiss Cas right there, and force him onto the old wood and take his legs around his waist and- NO. BAD THOUGHTS. GO AWAY GAY THOUGHTS.

Cas looked at him weirdly, "are you okay?" He asked, "yea, yea, just thinking hard."

they entered the hall, watching out for anything at all.

“Hey, Dean and Cas are here! Come! suit with us!” Rob said, “last night was so much fun! we should do this again!” Page said with a big smile, everyone agreed. even Micah didn’t seem so grumpy. "Maybe at our place next time! We could make it a group thing, each time at someone else's place!" Haley said in excitement, everyone agreed with her. They are and laughed at jokes but all Dean could think of is that Aztec blade and what it meant. They had some research to do as well as to look at all the places he saw with Haley. He was so deep in his thoughts that he was kind of freaked when Cas's hand squeezes his elbow to see if he's all good. He almost forgot they were pretending. But it all felt so real! Maybe it feels that way because he wants it to be real?

Breakfast ended and they were all saying goodbye till they'll see each other at lunch. Cas was just about to catch up with Dean who was chatting with Haley about the pie when Page cornered him with a smile. "Hey, Cas, Ellen and I are planning to check out the beach in like an hour, you and Dean wanna join? I know some great chilling spots." She winked at him. A few years ago Cas would have misunderstood the wink relation to the sentence, but he was more into pop-culture and slang these days, especially when it is code words for mating and love. "Of course, that sounds lovely!" He answered. the beach sounds like a place to hide things in it. It could lead them to clues. "Great! We'll meet you here in an hour!" She smiled at him and went off.

"I got us a double date at the beach." Cas joked. it got him a chuckle from Dean. "I guess we gotta find some swimsuits, then." Dean replied with another chuckle. Cas knew he sertantly did not own one, he resumed Dean did not have one either, according to their lack of vacations.

They spent the most of the hour at the gift shop who happens to have badingsuits at luck, and the rest of it walking to meet Ellen and Page. "Wait- isn't it like, your first time at a beach?” Dean asked, “Dean, i’ve been to many many beaches and seas since before you were even-” “i meant in a fun way. as a day to relax on the send or swim in the water and just, have fun.” Dean said.

“no, i never had the occasion to.” Cas said, “i guess there’s a first time for everything,” he smiles softly. Dean’s heart flipped in his chest, and landed on the floor. he is so done.

if Cas was never at a beach for a fun day, if they don’t find anything, then Dean can, have fun a bit, right? it will help for their cover too. ‘yea, we can pretend to have fun for the cover, but still have fun. for the cover.’ Dean told himself.

“Hey! Cas, Dean! Over here!” Ellen yells at them from the end of the street, Page beside her is waving shyly. they wave back. 

the beach was a normal one, but somehow for Cas, maybe because of his companion, this one felt different, a good different. his hand found Dean’s in an instant, it felt nice, and true. even if it wasn’t real, Cas liked the closeness to Dean. 

“watch out!” Dean yelled at Cas, Cas Instinctively turned around With clenched fists ready to fight and coursing himself for leaving the Angel blade at home, only to be totally surprised when a splash of water hit his face. he opened his eyes to see Dean laughing hard, a big smile on his face. Cas smiled too, recalling the last time Dean was smiling so real, and honestly, it was a long time ago. Cas decided to to splash water on Dean too, getting himself into some kind of water fight. They laughed a lot and didn't notice the two lesbians looking fondly at them. A wave came from behind causing unfocused Dean to stumble forward and fall on Cas, making him fall too. Between the big splash of water and the wet clothes they stared at each other. Cas's eyes wondered around Dean's freckled face, finally resting on his lips, Without thinking, Dean got closer and closer, it seemed like he was, 'is he going too...?' Cas thought, but then another wave came and spoiled the moment. "Come on lover-boys! we have the whole beach! You can make out later!" And in that particular moment Dean hated Ellen, like a lot. And then like not at all because he realized what he was about to do. He was going to kiss Cas, again. Cas! What if he didn't want too? He's probably just playing along the cover. He is so selfish. This cover is taking all of Dean's will-power away.

he got off of Cas and helped him get up too, but instead of letting go, Cas hekd his hand and intertwined their fingers.

they followed the other couple, walking barefoot on the hot sand, Cas toes tingled, he felt the warmth going up his feet to his legs, and arms and everywhere. this was knew to him. even if this is a case, Cas never felt so relaxed. just he and Dean, like he dreamed far too many times. 

chapter 1, chapter 2

Nevagation post

Subscribers:

@fanguuuuuurl @jessalrynn @teamfreewill66

heya! sooooo sorryyyy it toook me so much time to upload an episode, thiswas sitting half ready in my drafts all this time... quarantune ended faster here and my studies went on full-on mood (lol)

school is over for the summer, so you have my full attention until September (:

i do have to study for my drivers licence theory exam and some summer dues but beside’s that, i’m here! so don’t abandon yet!

see ya soon in the next episode (;

[nadja-chamack16]

Side With The Height

Authors note: lmao I was supposed to post this basically years ago :/ (more like a month ago) but I got so self conscious about it and wasn't going to finish it... so before I regret posting this lol just know I had fun writing and there are probably grammar mistakes. I truly don’t know if this is going to be a chaptered thing but enjoy anyway! If you have any questions please let me know! and if you wanna be tagged for some reason let me know(?)

words: 3861

pairings: Eventual prinxiety, eventual logicality, Platonic demus

summary: Virgil wakes up in washington heights, the place where he's lived as long as he can remember. He goes through his usual day and we see a glimpse into his mind.

warnings: A lot of Spanglish (mix in between Spanish and English) is used, let me know if I missed anything

“ Lights up on Washington Heights”

Up at the break of day ”

Virgil woke up a tad bit late, which mind you was something very rare,  still on time to open the bodega though he was almost always the first one up anyway. Watching the Barrio wake up after he was wide awake and ready to start his day,  it made him feel like he was seeing the world from an outsider perspective but for once being the outsider was something good.

“ I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away ”

He walked towards the bodega, one of the few things he still had from his parents and- Wait is that Remus? wait wait wait- is he about to spray paint the bodega?! His internal monologue was rudely interrupted, He bolted towards Remus, “what are the fuck are you doing?!” Remus wasn't a genius, but he could definitely tell that Virgil was pissed and he decide his best option was to run off to god knows where, he was a little worried that Virgil would run after him, but he still tried to look calm while leaving but was definitely failing miserably.

“ Pop the grate at the crack of dawn ”

Virgil knew how Remus was, he and Dee hung out a lot, (if it were up to Virgil he most definitely would not be, but he can’t monitor Dee all the time) But he never thought Remus would ever dare try to spray paint the bodega! “I guess you can’t trust people” he said under his breath while pulling up the metal grate covering his corner store.

“ Sing while I wipe down the awning

Hey y'all good morning ”

Virgil saw the piraguero, Emile, and had a short conversation with him. “Ice cold piragua. Parcha, china, cherry, strawberry, and just for today I got Mamey!” Emile said, he said it every morning so Virgil had most of it memorized by then and mouthed the words as he said them, “Oye piraguero Como esta? " Virgil asked, he didn't personally like small talk, but there was a few exceptions, “Como siempre señor Virgilio!” Emile winked. Virgil didn't hate his name or anything, his parents gave it to him and it had a story behind it, he just liked its “translation” into English a little better, when he was a kid, a few of his classmates had issues saying his name, and he didn't really like that, so he decided to use the name one of his teachers called him. He entered the store relaxed and involuntarily continued his internal monologue. Virgil enjoyed singing...when he was alone in the bodega...at an ungodly hour... before everyone was awake and bustling through the door, before anyone could judge him really, but deep down he knew nobody here would ever do that, everyone around him either saw him growing up or grew up with him, but anxiety won't stop pestering will it?

“ I am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my name

Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax is highly complicated cause

I emigrated from the single greatest little place in the Caribbean

Dominican-

Republic ”

It didn't matter that Virgil was from this small tropical island in the Caribbean he still probably was the palest person in the barrio, and you couldn't really blame him, he was always working, trying to make ends meet, so he almost never went out, plus he moved to the barrio when he was a child, so he never got to really experience that Dominican heat, and those stunning sun beams crashing over one's skin through the palm trees while feeling the sand as he walked through one of its many beaches- anyway...he’s always lived in the barrio so, it’s not like he doesn’t have his culture with him, since there are other Latinos all around him, but he wants to one day experience all these things and not just day dream about experiencing his country with the only reference of that majestic place being stories Abuela had told him.

“ I love it

Jesus, I'm jealous of it

And beyond that

Ever since my folks passed on I haven't gone back

Goddamn,

I gotta get home then ”

In case you hadn’t noticed, Virgil Loved his country and culture very dearly, and he took pride in it, sometimes when Abuela Carmen told him stories about his home country, he got a weird feeling, He was most definitely grateful that Abuela took her time to tell him in detail all these stories, so he could imagine what living there must be like, but he couldn’t put a finger on what this feeling was, jealousy? Maybe. Longing? Probably. Resentment? Possibly. Desire? Who knows. He wasn’t sure, the only thing he knew for a fact was that this feeling made him wonder what would have happened if his parent just stayed in the sunny bliss that is his country, and having such a thought made him feel guilty so, he tried not to dawn it for too long, and told himself that one day he would have enough money to go and live there for the rest of his days (a few years maybe? No, he wanted this) and experience his country...but he could also come back settle down, help Dee, so he can fend for himself, and maybe start dating, he could always try to ask R-

“ I'm gonna test ya later

I'm getting tested times are tough on this bodega

Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's Our

Neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up

And ever since the rent's went up

It's gotten mad expensive

But we live with just enough”

He had to cut that train of thought quickly, he couldn't be day dreaming about impossible scenarios when rush hour was coming, and everyone would be awake heading for work and would pass through his bodega and get his world- well barrio famous café con leche, but he had no idea what he would do today since the fridge decided to stop working, and he had started to panic a little, thank god for Abuela because he would have gone into full panic mode if it weren’t for her walking in, “Mijo what's wrong? You look stressed.” she always knew when something was wrong, “Ay, abuela my fridge broke... I got café but no con leche” he tried not to sound too disheartened and worried as not to raise any worry, “try mother’s old recipe, one can of condensed milk!” that was all she had to say, and he was instantly calmer, but it wouldn’t be Abuela if she didn’t end it with “Paciencia Y Fe!” she said it as she exited the store. She may not be his real grandma, but he certainly loved her as if she was his grandmother, hell mother even! She practically raised him for god’s sake!

“ In the heights

I can't survive without café

I serve café

Cuz tonight seems like a million years away!

En Washington—”

Then and there the barrio came alive in a matter of milliseconds and everyone was rushing through the streets, and the cars were honking, and everything lit up as if from a scene in a movie. He liked how he always knew who to expect at what time, it was comforting to have routine, and he guessed other people agreed with him because they were always on time, First up was the Rosario’s, they run the cab company down the street, Even, so they struggle in the barrio, their son Patton is off to college and tuition is ridiculously expensive so, everything they get is mad cheap. Virgil always knew everyone's usual, and the Rosario’s were no exception, “Good Morning virgiiiiiil” Larry’s singsong voice sliced through his thoughts, he automatically started gathering his usual,“Pan caliente, Café con leche” he said as he put the items in the counter, “put twenty dollars on today’s lottery” Larry said with a smile on his face, before Virgil could do anything Dot’s voice came through “ one ticket that’s it!” she said with a stern tone, her eyes still pretty playful, “hey!, a man’s got a dream...” she rolled her eyes and turned to Virgil “don't mind him he's all excited ‘cuz Patton flew in at three am last night” she was smiling warmly while thinking of her son, Larry’s voice caught her attention, and she looked up “don’t look at me, this ones been cooking all week” he said while making a gesture with his thumb in her direction, she rolled her eyes, “Virgil come over for dinner there's plenty to eat!” they took the bag off the counter and left the store.

“ Me and my cousin runnin' just another

Dime-a-dozen

Mom-and-pop stop-and-shop

And, oh my god,

It's gotten too darn hot like my man Cole Porter said

People come

Through for a few cold waters and

A lottery ticket,

Just a part of the routine ”

He sees Dee trying to sneak past and obviously failing, “Dante you’re late” Virgil tries to say it in a stern voice, “chillax you know you love me.” Dee smirked and got to work, Virgil couldn't hold back the smile any longer, he just sighed and started warming up for the real rush hour coming, there was going to be multiple people talking to him at once and even if he finally had Dee to help, he knew the both wouldn't be enough, but after years of this being his job, he knows how to handle many people talking to him at once and keep in mind these are Latino people, which meant there was several people talking to him at once but at twice the speed of a normal human conversation, and if they were on a rush make it four times as fast.

“ Everybody's got a job;

Everybody's got a dream

They gossip,

As I sip my coffee and smirk

The first stop as people hop to work ”

The last people to come before rush hour were Remy and Valerie work on the salon next door, and as always Remy was telling Val about the new chisme, and Virgil couldn't help but eavesdrop, it was his bodega after all, so he had to have some sort of right to do so, plus it wasn't like he tried to hide the fact that he was listening, if something surprised him it, he wouldn't try to stifle a gasp, but he never got to hear the gossip from the beginning, so he had to try to piece it together and sometime he didn't even get to hear the end, he started preparing their usual orders as he listened, “so, then Yesenia walks in the room” “ah ha” she smells sex, and cheap perfume” “uh oh”, “it smells like one of those reeves that you hang from the rearview” Valerie didn't really add much to the story just her random reactions to show she was listening, “haha no!,” “its true! She screams ‘who's in there with you Julio!’ grabs a bat and quick in me’ door…” Virgil started piecing some things together, they were talking about Yesenia getting cheated on, Julio probably had cheated on her with some gir-” he's in bed with José from the liquor store!” well that was a twist! Virgil couldn't help what he said next, “No me diga!” he and Valerie said it in perfect sync, he hands them their respective coffees, and they both say a simple, “thanks Virgil!”

“ Bust it— I'm like— One dollar, two

Dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine I got it

You want a box of condoms what kind?

That's two quarters Two quarter waters

The New York Times

You need a bag for that?

The tax is added ”

It was finally time, the long awaited rush hour, people were asking him the cost of things, where things were located, he even got some surprising questions, but he couldn't even stop and dawn on it for too long because he had a few people asking him questions, and he didn't want an angry mob of Latinos forming this early in the day, there was a few people here and there that came for only coffee but at this time people usually came to look for stuff that they needed like a few groceries or toiletries but this was for sure the most stressful part of the day, but it wasn't as bad as you might think.

“ Once you get some practice at it

You do rapid

Mathematics automatically

Sellin' maxipads and fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically

Everybody's stressed, yes,

But they press through the mess

Bounce checks and wonder what's next ”

Virgil was used to this, he had this jump of adrenaline in his day-to-day life, and his need to make everyone complacent as they left his small bodega made him work extra hard, it was almost over though and the only way to truly know it was over was once Logan walked through that door, he and Dante would never tell Logan how happy, and relieved they were any time He walked in through the bodega door, Virgil was relieved when Logan entered the bodega? Yes, but was he happy? Kind of, since Logan and Dee would team up against him to poke fun at him, most of the time it had to do with Virgil’s love life but what can you do? The funniest thing was when Logan would try to beat Virgil to say what he usually got but Virgil was just faster and knew all of it by heart so, he always won, which frustrated Logan which in turn made him feel a little better when Logan and Dee bothered him about his love life, it wasn't something he liked to talk about so in turn he couldn't really argue with them about it, so he just tried to shut them up quickly especially since Roman was always the one to come after Logan, but he was usually distracted with something so even if they were talking about it, he wouldn't notice since Logan and Dante would shut up, and see what Virgil would do, now it was just time to wait for Logan to arrive, so he and Dee would be able to take a break.

“ In the heights I buy my coffee and I go

I buy my coffee and—

Set my sights

On only what I need to know

What I need to know—

In the heights Money is tight

But even so—

Even so—

When the lights go down I blast my radio!

En Washington “

The man of the hour walked through the door, Logan saw Virgil and Dante release A breath they were holding, he smirked, Virgil knew what that meant, his challenge for the day, try to beat Virgil to say what he wanted, mission impossible , Logan always tried to throw Virgil off guard with a tease, it never worked. “ you ain't got no skills!” Virgil smiled, this ought to be fun , “Logan!” virgil let logan start saying his order so then he could annoy Logan by interrupting him, “Yo, let me get a-” “milky way” he said as he put it on the counter, “ yeah, let me also get a-”, “daily news” virgil knew he was starting to get on his nerves once saw the way he looked at the paper on the counter, “ and a-” “post” virgil just smirked, logan’s smile was faltering, “And most important, my-” “ Boss’ second coffee, one cream-” LOgan always came for Mr. Rosario’s second coffee, he didn't really drink coffee from what virgil knew, “ five sugars” Logan tried to beat Virgil to saying it but they ended up saying it at the same time, dante just rolled his eyes, he knew Virgil would always win but he still cheered logan on. Once logan inevitably failed he tried to show his skills off to prove one day he might get to outsmart Virgil,“I'm the number one earner”, “what?!”, they both knew it was all in good fun,   “the fastest learner”

“what?!”, but sometimes virgil would irritate Logan and that's how they would end up with Logan teasing Virgil about him liking Roman, ,“my Boss can't keep me on the damn back burner!” “yes he can”  and Dante would be on LOgans team “i'm making moves, i’m making deals, but guess what” “what?” “you still ain't got no skills”, “hardee-har” virgil mocked, “ Yo, Roman Show up yet?” Virgil face was immediately up in flames, “shut up!” “hey little homie, don't get so upset” virgil know what to target on Logan but it was the same viceversa, “man..” he knew he couldn't stop this from happening anyway do he just kind of accepted it, “ Tell Roman how you feel, buy the boy a meal on the real, or you ain't got no skills-”

Logan was interrupted by someone coming in and virgil was thankful for it... until he looked up to see who it was, Roman distractedly talking to the phone so he probably didn't hear any of that (hopefully), “Nooo! No no nooo! No no nooo, no-no-no! Nooo, no-no-no! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!” well now virgil was curious to who he was talking to, Roman had always been someone extra and comfortable around everyone in the barrio but to just walk into the bodega while having an apparent important conversation was surprising nonetheless, “Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit, It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet, It’s not reflected in my bank statement, But I’ve been savin’ to make a down payment and pay rent, No, no, I won’t let you down—” Roman made a pause to listen to the person on he other end of the call and Logan took this opportunity  to talk “ Yo, here’s your chance; ask him out right now!” Virgil pushed logan to shut him up because Roman was right there and he could hear him! “ I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!” Roman seemed relieved and a small smile started creeping its way into his face, he still didn't seem fully calm but he looked more at ease.

“Do somethin’, make your move, don’t freeze!” His silent awe towards Roman  was interrupted as logan pushed him towards Roman just as he ended the call, so he had no way of escaping the situation, “Hey!”  “You owe me a bottle of cold champagne”! Virgil had almost forgotten completely about their bet, the first one to get out of the barrio has to get the other champagne, “ Are you moving?” virgil said it almost as if he were disappointed which was a surprise to himself, “Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!” Roman said it with a smile lighting up his face, Virgil noticed he was staring, adn tried to act fast “ Well, your coffee’s on the house”, “okay!” Roman took the coffee and looked down in a shy way with a small smile , virgil had never seen him like that, “Usnavi, ask him out...” he heard Logan whisper shouting at him and he sincerely hoped that Roman hadn’t heard that, “No way!” Virgil heard Dante say to Benny and that comment kind of offended him, “I’ll see you later, so…” Roman said awkwardly and turned to leave the Bodega. “ Oooh... Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes! Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside!  You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide! The whole hood is struggling, times are tight And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!” after that Logan took his things and left the bodega.

“Yeah, I'm a streetlight,

Choking on the heat The world spins around while I'm frozen to my

Seat The people that I know all keep on rolling down the street But

Everyday is different so I'm switchin' up the beat Cuz my parents

Came with nothing They got a little more And sure, we're poor, but yo

At least we got the store And it's all about the legacy they left

With me, it's destiny And one day I'll be on a beach with Sonny

Writing checks                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

to me “

Virgil’s mood dropped as soon as those words came out of Logan’s mouth, he knew Logan didn't mean anything by it but that didn't stop his heart from dropping onto the Floor of his store, this was one of his fears to be stuck with his Bodega and be left behind by everyone else, everyone that cares for him or at least he thinks they- He stopped dead in his tracks, He couldn't be thinking like that, his parents did everything they could before they died to get this corner store and one day he's going to go back to his country just like him(?) and Abuela want  and Dante will have a stable life with the income he will get from the store and  his life will be bliss.

“ In the heights I hang my flag up on display We

Came to work and to live and we got a lot in

Common It reminds me that I came from miles away D

R., P

R., we are not stoppin'

In the heights

Every day, paciencia y fe

Until the day we go from poverty to stock options

In the heights I've got today

And today's all we got,

So we cannot stop This is our block In the heights I

Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away! “

Virgil can practically hear people's thoughts and dreams circling through the air but to be honest Virgil didn't really hear them...he felt the electric buzzing that came with the streets of the place he was raised. It was one of the many things he liked about his barrio at a quick glance it isn't much just a little place in New York filled with immigrants that have bigger dreams, bigger than themselves and everyone around them… its as if You cant walk through these streets without bumping into somebody's dream.

“ I Hang my flag up on display Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away!

My family came from miles away— In the heights It gets more expensive

Every day Every day And tonight is so far away—

But as for mañana, mi pana Ya gotta just keep watchin'

You'll see the Late nights You'll taste Beans and rice The syrups and

Shaved ice I ain't gonna Say it twice ”  

They all knew were they came from, the sunniest places a person could ever go to. They all know the situation that is happening in the barrio , how no one is really here to stay, how this is just a stepping stool towards a bigger dream...but they didn't care. They all will know soon enough what is to come but for now…

“ Turn up the stage lights

We're takin' a flight To a couple

Of days In the life of what it's like

En Washington Heights! ”

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@malaya-is-a-hoe​ I did it sis 

[mcwriting]

starstruck (2)

Heyyyyyy so I stuck to my word lol.

I’m basically unable to function after seeing far from home this evening but also it was so good. I teared up when tom did and my mom made fun of me but its okay because his acting was awesome! Highly recommend y’all see it (even tho ik you probably will if you haven’t already lol)

Ps this is my first time linking one post to another so please lmk if it doesn’t work, but if it’s not, you’ll always be able to access this through my starstruck tag!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Fandom: Tommo Holland

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader eventually

Setting: LA

Word Count: 1386 (lol it’s shorter this time srry)

Warnings: i actually don’t think there’s any here, but lmk if there should be

Rating: K+ still

Background: part 2 of my DCOM inspired fic

B/f/n: your best friend’s name

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Previously on starstruck...

The faint remains of his cologne wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help but breathe it in. You relaxed further into his grip and stayed comfortable until you heard a buzz on the table next to you.

You decided to ignore it until it happened two more times. Finally, you decided to wiggle out of Tom’s grip and succeeded without waking him. You picked up the cell and noticed it was 10 a.m. and all three texts were from b/f/n

Hey I’m coming over

I’ll bring ice cream since you said you weren’t doing too hot yesterday 

I’m on my way

“No. No, no, nonoNO,” you exclaimed, getting louder and louder, causing Tom to sleepily ask,

“Could you keep it down, darling?” 

“No, I can’t ‘keep it down,’ Thomas, because b/f/n is ON HER WAY HERE!”

“What!?” 

He sat up fully awake.

“We have to get you out of here without her seeing, and she’s probably gonna be here in like 5 minutes.”

Tom rushed to get up and find his keys that were in the pocket of his discarded jacket while you hurried to brush your hair and take a makeup wipe to your face.

You clambered down the stairs and hurried Tom through the kitchen and into the laundry room when you heard the doorbell ring, and when you didn’t answer in apt time, it began ringing like crazy.

Panic stuck your chest and you looked at Tom.

“Open the garage and leave in 5 minutes, then text me so I can close it.” You commanded, beginning to walk towards the entryway.

“Wait, wait,” he grabbed your arm, “I don’t have your number!”

You scrawled it down on a sticky note and ran, hoping he would get out safely and quickly. You opened the door to find b/f/n holding two pints of ice cream, raspberry sorbet for you and coffee ice cream for herself.

“My gosh what took you so long? I about started searching for the spare key with all these goods melting.”

You were about to reply when the door between the garage and utility room shut loudly. 

“Uh, who was that?” she asked, knowing your parents were at work.

“Oh, uh, a friend from dance. We’re working on a piece together and we decided to talk about it last night since I hurt my head,” you lied.

B/f/n furrowed her brows for a second before letting it go and coming inside to set up your typical movie day in the living room. Meanwhile, you headed back to the kitchen to grab spoons and check your phone, where a new number had sent a message. 

I’m out so you’re good to close the door. Thanks again for the great night ;)

You smiled and sent back 

That makes it sound soooo much worse than what really happened haha. You made it out without suspicion too :)

You decided to put his number in as a contact, disguising him as “Clara Twinkletoes” after a joke made late into the previous night, then headed to the living room.

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After finishing one movie and your separate ice creams, you both decided to take a break and were looking at your phones.

“Hey, I know you hate talking about Tom Holland,” you gave a side-eyed glance to the bringing up of his name, “but guess what? He liked my picture last night! I just remembered to tell you!” 

B/f/n held up her phone to show you the notification, then went back to staring at it excitedly. 

“That’s actually really cool. I’m happy for you,” you expressed, leaving out the fact that you had asked Tom to like it when you were talking about the post at 1 a.m.

A few minutes later, b/f/n breathed out a soft “woah.”

You looked at her in confusion.

“Y/n, look at this girl Tom was photographed with yesterday, she looks like your twin!”

Dread filled your stomach as you stared at the picture of you and Tom in his black Audi A8, that stupid ballet skirt wrapping your head.

“Yeah, maybe if I took ride alongs with celebrities and wore nineteen fifties headscarves,” you quipped, “you only think that girl looks like me because you want it to be me, b/f/n.”

“Hmm, I guess…” she trailed, taking back her phone to continue scrolling through Instagram.

Not long after, you got a text from Clara twinkletoes.

Have you seen the picture??? I’m getting tagged and you are too

Like… everyone thinks that girl is you

Psh as if. We can talk about it later, I’m busy with my gal pal

Fine. Also, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the beach tomorrow? I wanna talk about all this in person

Hmm. Maybe. Probably not ;) 

“Hey, b/f/n?” You asked tentatively.

“Yeah?”

“Is it cool if you don’t spend the night tonight? I need to go to dance early tomorrow since I took the day off and I’ve also got this head injury so…” 

it wasn’t a complete lie. You did have a head injury and your plan was to go to dance at some point, but you decided to leave out the part where you might actually go hang out with hot shot Holland.

“Oh, uh yeah, sure. My sister is coming into town this week so it’s probably for the best, you know how my mom is about cleaning the house and stuff,” she said, obviously trying to hide her disappointment.

Around 4 pm, she got up to leave. You had watched two more movies and eaten plenty more snacks throughout the afternoon. 

“I guess I’ll see you later, y/n. Hope you’re feeling better tomorrow,” she smiled. 

You returned the gesture and gave her a hug, then watched from the doorstep as she mounted her bike and rode off to her house only a few neighborhoods away, you feeling queasy about lying so much.

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You headed upstairs after a light dinner and some TV. It was only about 8 o’clock, but the combination of a head injury, late night, and slight emotional distress (from lying to b/f/n) made you feel exhausted, not to mention you would be waking early the next day. 

You changed into sweats and flopped into bed, checking your social media for a little bit to wind down. 

Your snapchat was just pictures from friends, only a couple of them joking to you about the whole Tom Holland situation (but of course none of them knew the truth)

Twitter and Instagram, however, were a different story. After the premiere, you had chosen to turn off notifications and were especially happy to know it was the right choice. 

On Twitter, fan accounts and other people were replying to a joking tweet you had made days before the premiere in reply to b/f/n where you said “Why be friends with that tom holland guy when you could hang out with your superior best friend hmmmm?? He’s lame compared to me lolol” 

People were going nuts about it, divided over whether you were just messing around or if you really didn’t like him. Most of them chose the former, though you knew you had meant the latter. Other people were tweeting about you separately and debating about that picture from the day before.

You almost deleted your Twitter in a rash decision but realized how suspicious that could look and instead closed it and moved to instagram.

It too was overflowing with tags and comments and follows and likes. Your stomach churned as you realized how big this was becoming. Finally you made the choice to meet Tom tomorrow, even if it risked being caught again. You sent him a single text to let it be known:

Alright twinkletoes. Let’s go to the beach.

You figured you could reply to whatever he sent in the morning and put your phone on do not disturb before plugging it in and checking the alarm.

You snuggled into the sheets and buried your head into a pillow. A sweet and musky scent drifted into your nose and you took a deep breath. 

Tom’s cologne

You sat up, sniffing around the sheets, pillows, and covers, realizing he had left his scent everywhere. 

“I need to wash these sheets tomorrow” you breathed to yourself in an annoyed tone. 

With that you laid back down, glad that b/f/n wasn’t there to ask whose scent was all over your bed. Though you tried to convince yourself that you wanted the smell gone, had anyone been watching, they couldn’t deny the way you sunk into the bed and the faint smile that made its way to your lips as you drifted into slumber.

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A/N: there’s chapter 2!! Hope you guys enjoy. I don’t think I’ll post 3 until this weekend but who even knows haha. Love y’all and am so happy to have your support!

Tag List: @marvel-lously

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Icarus (Sonia x f!MC)

Summary: A rewrite of Chapter 5 when Sonia and MC (Kayla) were stranded on an island.

Rating: General, some swearing

A/N: I have a different MC for my Rye fics to avoid confusion. Mostly for me lol. In my head, Lee and Kayla are v different people. Hmu if you wanna know more.

When she was young, her mentor always warned her - “In this business, you gotta know when to quit, kid. Get too close to the sun and-"

Kayla Dizon wasn’t afraid to get too close. She wasn’t scared of a few burns – a necessary price to pay for her ambition.

Besides, she had spent years mastering the game and she always knew exactly when to quit.

“Kayla, if you play too fast and loose with our marks, you’re going to get hurt.” Rye may act cool but he’d always been an anxious kid, worrying about her at every turn.

But he had no reason to worry. Every mark, every target - perfect hit. She knew how to use what she had to her advantage, learned every trick to making trades under the table, over the table – sometimes, on the table.

She’d throw in the key to her hotel room like another bargaining chip.

But never the key to her heart.

“What happens if you fall in love?”

“You’re not going soft on me like Rye, are you, Eris?”

Eris shrugged and took a swig of her drink.

“Don’t worry, Huang. I always know when to quit.”

Get too close to the sun and you fall to your death.

---

Death.

Kayla was sure this was it. As the water closed in on her, she felt herself drift off until all she could see was darkness.

“So you’re awake.”

Kayla bolted upright, coughing up saltwater. She looked over to Sonia, sitting by a fire, the flames casting a soft glow on her face.

Beautiful woman. Unfortunate employment.

“You really wanted to get me alone huh?” Kayla smirked as she caught Sonia’s lips twitch into the tiniest hint of a smile.

God, she has pretty lips.

“This really isn’t the time for jokes, Kayla.”

“How can I resist when I’ve got a captive audience?” She stumbled towards the fire, warming herself next to Sonia. “As the only other living soul on this island, I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me.”

Another smile. This one a little wider than the last.

Kayla felt something stir inside her before she shook her head and turned her attention back to the fire.

“Speaking of which, how did I survive that storm? I know I went overboard, and then… nothing.”

Silence except for the soft crackling of the fire. Tendrils of smoke floated softly towards the night sky.

“Sonia?”

“Fine! You wanna know what happened? You went over the side like an idiot, and I… I couldn’t just let you drown.”

Sonia met her eyes, burning bright with anger, fear… and something else Kayla couldn’t quite place.

She almost reached out to put a hand on her shoulder but thought better and gave her a nod instead.

“Thank you.”

Sonia looked away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, giving Kayla a clear look at her hand.

For such a glamorous woman, her hand told a different story. Even a few feet apart, Kayla could tell it was calloused and tired – covered in a few cuts and bruises. She knew it was the hand of a woman who had to fight for everything she had, a woman much like her.

“What?” Sonia caught her staring and Kayla silently reprimanded herself for letting down her guard.

She shrugged and gestured towards the fire. “SOS signal?”

“Yeah. My people will be looking for us, but they won’t know which island we’re on.” Thanks to you, Sonia didn’t need to add but Kayla knew she was thinking it.

Hopefully, throwing Ansel’s radio off the boat bought her enough time to escape. But she couldn’t do that in this godforsaken island. And she definitely couldn’t leave Sonia here alone, not after she’d saved her life.

They decided to scour the place for resources, but after trudging through the thicket covering the small island and walking around in circles, they found themselves back where they started.

“Great! Just great!” Sonia groaned in frustration before something on the beach caught her eye.

“Is that our…”

“It’s our speedboat!”

In her excitement, Sonia threw her hands around her enemy before she realized what she’d done and pulled back, her cheeks burning red.

She’s even prettier when she’s blushing, Kayla thought to herself.

“This doesn’t mean we’re…”

“Of course.”

“We’re only working together to get off this-“

“Definitely.”

Too bad.

They fixed the boat in silence, Sonia’s hands occasionally brushing against hers as they passed tools back and forth. Perhaps it was merely shadows from the moonlight or her mind playing tricks - an aftermath of almost dying - but Kayla swore she saw Sonia watching her with a smile for a moment.

When they had finished, they slowly rowed their boat towards the mainland.

The ocean was calm and still. The starry night reflected against the water made it look like they were sailing across the universe.

“I can’t say this is how I expected my night to go. Beautiful sky, beautiful girl-“

“Don’t get used to it.” Sonia glared at her but Kayla could tell she was fighting back a smile.

“When we get back to the mainland, I’m taking you straight to Ansel.”

Kayla rolled her eyes. “Do you always have to ruin the moment?”

“Look on the bright side – at least I no longer have a gun to your head.”

“Pretty low standard for being nice.”

Sonia huffed at an amused Kayla.

This is fun.

“I know you’ll just tell me to shut up, but I’m curious – why do you hate thieves so much?”

A dark shadow passed over Sonia’s features and for a second, Kayla was sure she’d overstepped.

“You don’t have to share anything you’re not comfortable-“ If Rye could hear her sounding like a goddamn therapist, he’d-

“My sister, she-“ Haltingly, Sonia told her about her sister and the thief who took everything from her. She kept her eyes out to sea and Kayla watched as her grip on the oars tightened with every word.

“Sonia, I’m sorry.“

“Don’t feed me your fake sympathies.”

“They’re not fake.” Kayla pulled herself up and stared straight into Sonia’s eyes. “Thieves can have honor, too.”

Sonia’s eyes softened for a beat before she put on a scowl again. “A thief is a thief, Dizon”

They rowed the rest of the way in silence, admiring the twinkling of the lights in the sky. At one point, Sonia splashed her oar against the water, covering Kayla in cold droplets. She responded in kind, starting a playful war between them.

Sonia had just started to visibly relax when the mainland shore came to sight.

“Finally! It’s a miracle we didn’t kill each other.” Kayla laughed and jumped off the boat as soon as they hit shallow water.

“True. We should be commended for our self-restraint.” Sonia pushed herself off the side but stumbled on the way down and Kayla caught her in her arms.

“You okay?” She steadied Sonia as she tried to find her footing.

“Yeah, I-“ A breath away, Kayla could see golden flecks in Sonia’s brown eyes, pulling her in.

Kayla, if you get too close to the sun-

A beam of light startled them apart. Her crew busted out of the van, poised for a fight. Sonia immediately stepped back and bristled.

“Oh, you’re good. Getting my defenses down so you can ambush me.” Sonia shot her a deadly glare.

“No, Sonia, I-“

“Kayla, are you okay? Did she hurt you?” Eris’ worried shouts carried across the beach as she and the rest of their crew moved in on their location.

“Everyone, back off!” Kayla took a step in front of Sonia. “She saved my life.”

“By taking you at gun point?”

She gave them a quick explanation before instructing a hasty retreat back to the van.

Kayla gave Sonia one last glance before climbing in. She was standing still on the beach, staring back at her with what looked like sympathy.

Enemy or not, Kayla was sure of one thing – even after a heinous night, Sonia was still a sight to behold, seeming to glow in an otherwise dark shore.

“You coming in, Kayla?”

You gotta know when to quit, kid. Icarus died and for what? One glorious day near the sun.

“Yeah.”

Kayla knew the myth all too well, always thought Icarus to be an idiot.

But after tonight, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

[popliar]

junghope fic links

disclaimer - this is all a bit random, I bookmark so many things and sometimes I don’t remember what I actually thought about them… But they are all readable and worth a click imo.

other posts: fic links

Something About You - poltaeroid Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook likes things that shine. Hoseok is definitely one of those things." sweet college au. 5900 words.

for you i would cross the line - starbrigid Hoseok/Jungkook. "'I've had a crush on you since before we debuted, but I've only just realized I'm in love with you.' The one and only J-Hope has acquired a secret admirer in BTS. He's in London, and it's time to play Sherlock Holmes. ...It goes about as well as one might expect." I thought the characterisation was all really good except for the sex scene which was too hard stan for me lol, but ymmv. 9600 words.

Two, Then Two - bambambams (phanjessmagoria)  Hoseok/Jungkook, Jimin/Seokjin, Hoseok/Jungkook/Jimin/Seokjin. "“It’s not anything against you—” Jungkook said, tone flat. “Except it is, though?” Hoseok replied, and he could tell his voice was still edging on angry instead of how he really felt, which was hurt. “You want to try swinging.” “Ok, don’t call it swinging? It makes you sound like a 45-year-old married white guy.” “Well that’s what it is.” “That’s what it is, but just don’t call it that.” (That's exactly what it is. And it's exactly what happens.)"  the focus is junghope. 15,500 words.

petals and thorns - ffairyy  Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook shares a tiny apartment with his best friend and muse Hoseok. But Jungkook also has to share his muse with another artist." Hobi and Tae are fuckbuddies and JK is jealous. 6600 words.

twitter au Hoseok/Jungkook. "hopekook/junghope au where jungkook freaks out about hoseok all the time and the rest of bangtan is just there to watch him crash and burn"

your favourite worst nightmare - deuxoiseaux Hoseok/Jungkook. ""Hey," [Jungkook] says, in as comforting a voice as he can muster. He's a bit raspy from groaning and screaming all day, but he makes an attempt, at least. "Hey, it's okay. You lost your friends? Did you get separated?" ... The man nods miserably. or the one where jungkook works as a zombie in a haunted house at an amusement park and accidentally scares the pants off hoseok" 4700 words in 3 chapters but appears to be updating every now and then.

at least i got you in my head - ameliabedelias Hoseok/Jungkook. "But that was Hoseok for you. The living embodiment of Really Cool Hyung. The one person who did everything with ease and put everyone around him at ease. In other words, the perfect person to practice kissing with. //  (Or, Jeongguk asks Hoseok for kissing lessons and It's All Downhill From There.)" perfect. 8700 words.

grand pianos crash together - pearl_o Hoseok/Jungkook. "The search results for "how to romantic" aren't very helpful, but Hoseok's gonna do his best anyway." Very very sweet. 5000 words.

Born to Run and Built to Last - theskipper Hoseok/Jungkook. "The best way to get over his crush on Hoseok would be to befriend him. Sure, they were friendly, but that was different from being a friend. He was friends with Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung, and he didn’t want to pin them against the wall and lick a line down their chest." JK has been in love with dance trainer Hobi since he was a trainee. 29,700 words.

a hopeful kind of dance - ffairyy Hoseok/Jungkook. "When Jungkook joins the dance studio, Hoseok takes him under his wing the way he does with everyone who's new." 4500 words.

drip drop - momentsinlove Hoseok/Jungkook. "“So um. What did you mean the other night when you said Hoseok would love an alpha like me?” Jimin looks up from stretching, a wicked grin slowly appearing on his face and Jungkook knows this won’t end well. “Let’s just say he likes his alphas a little more docile. Obedient.” Jungkook wants to protest that no, he’s not like that, but then he thinks about his own jerk off fantasies and he knows he’d only be lying to Jimin and himself. He likes the idea of being told what to do, he likes he thought of focusing his efforts on pleasing his partner. He wants to be good, god he wants to take care of his omega in every way possible. or alpha jungkook wants to be babied a little and omega hobi is more than happy to do that." 7500 words.

not a booty call - ffairyy Hoseok/Jungkook. "They’re still themselves, still friends, still all those things they need to be during the day.Right now, they're also a little in love." 3700 words.

your love is bright as ever - brightlight Hoseok/Jungkook. "It shouldn’t be a big deal. So Jungkook’s family didn’t seem particularly crazy about him — is that the end of the world? (Maybe, his brain supplies traitorously.) ++  Hoseok gets worried, Jungkook eases his mind, and Hoseok decides to put his energy into more important things (namely, using some of the first free time he's had in weeks to kiss his boyfriend instead of overthinking.)" sweet. 5300 words.

touch, my love. touch my heart. - jellyfishes Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hi guys,” Hoseok says, voice loud in Jeongguk’s left ear as he whispers into the microphone. “It’s me, your hope.” The voice is in his right ear this time. Jeongguk’s toes curl as his scalp tingles pleasantly." hobi does ASMR. 9000 words.

You're Beautiful And Sick, Like Me - nunu_noodles  Hoseok/Jungkook. "He closes his eyes tight and tries not to think of the desperate man locked in that little room with his dark, dark eyes. Hoseok hugs Jimin close and makes a wish hinging on years of fear that this was going to be goodbye. Love me. Stay with me forever. Love me. His Revelation is too new, roaring in his blood like a flash flood, pounding in his ears. The sensations are too new - he thinks his newly made wall is safe and secure. He doesn’t understand what it is when his body obeys his wish and pours it down into Jimin, doing all it can to make the wish come true." really liked the way each person manifested powers and the slowburn pine from Jungkook. the sequel has hoseok/jungkook/jimin. it’s got a distinctly dark edge to the worldbuilding and some choices the characters make, if you’re into that then this is ambitious and great. 51,600 words.

on the edge - mysoulrunswithwolves   Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hoseok is the reigning US wakeboarding champion, unrivaled in the sport. Jeongguk is his biggest competitor, if only Hoseok had any idea who he was" 15,000 words.

In Fear and Faith - im_your_hope Hoseok/Jungkook. "It's hard to shake something that is already under your skin." showers and bed sharing. 4800 words.

From The Moment The Lights Went Out - myadamantiumheart Hoseok/Jungkook. "The wolf comes to his door at night, and Jungkook always lets him in. He shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. But he always opens the door- the balcony door, where Hoseok appears with his grin glowing in the moonlight, like the Cheshire Cat leading Alice further into the forest. Jungkook wonders if Hoseok really likes him, or whether he just likes the fact that Jungkook will let him in, feed him, and then let him fuck Jungkook into the mattress." Trans JK. Hobi is secretly a vigilante. 9100 words.

spring and, by summer, fall - bizzanus Hoseok/Jungkook. "The new tightrope apprentice looks at Hoseok like he's made of stars." very good circus au. 28,100 words.

Like Snow, Like White Ashes - ashardoffreedom Hoseok/Jungkook. "“I’m not sure if there’s an easy fix.” Do you want me to help you fix it? Jungkook looks up at the ceiling. It’s very white. It’s very pure. “Hyung, maybe you’re not supposed to.”" jk comes to terms with being asexual. 4500 words.

of white lies and autumn leaves - ffairyy Jungkook/Hoseok. "“Fuck that,” Jungkook slurs. “I’m not less grown up just because I haven’t had a relationship yet. Right Hyung? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make me uncool.” or the pretend dating fic where the boys make fun of Jungkook for being inexperienced and Hoseok jumps to his defense" VERY SWEET 34,000 words.

Perfect Ten - bugarungus Hoseok/Jungkook. "If Jeongguk can bowl a perfect game, he wins twice." Cute! 2500 words.

Wake - AlixSkyeDawg Taehyung/Seokjin, Namjoon/Jimin, Jungkook/Hoseok. "Hoseok was close, close enough for Jungkook to admire the shape of his face, the smoothness of his skin, the thick fringe of lashes along his cheeks, his lips, slightly parted and far too inviting. Before he could think about it too much, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Hoseok’s." island holiday soap opera! 72,100 words.

It's Time to Love You - eightninetwo   Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hoseok's fine with his life, all things considered. What he's not fine with, is the reappearance of that one almost-boyfriend who certainly looks More Than Fine right now." oh no he's hot. 7300 words.

i'm smiling, he's living, he's golden - Chlexcer Hoseok/Jungkook. "They are the base of a mountain. A fucking mountain. Now, Hoseok enjoys nature. He likes parks and he loves the beach; he likes playing on the snow, and he loves flowers. But mountains? Not his cup of tea, exactly. (Throw Jungkook into the mix, and it's a whole different story.)" 5400 words.

share my life (it's yours to keep) - momentsinlove Jungkook/Hoseok. ""You know, maybe we should just get married," Hoseok says. Jungkook nearly chokes on his water that he's got to his lips and in his his haste to put it down he bangs his knee on the underside of the table. When he looks at Hoseok with wide eyes, Hoseok is staring with a smirk on his face, chin propped up in his hand. Jungkook realizes that Hoseok is joking of course, no one in their right mind is going to marry someone after two hook ups (even ones that were mind numbingly good) and one date. Except when Jungkook sort of thinks about it, the idea of marrying someone, anyone, has his heart skipping a beat or the ridiculously long fic where Hoseok and Jungkook fuck a lot and are super romantic. All they wanna do is get married." conflict free but very readable. 13,700 words.

One in a Million - momentsinlove   Hoseok/Jungkook. "In fact it's nice when Jungkook ends up in Hoseok's bed. Hoseok won't say he gets lonely easily but it's been tough ever since Jimin officially moved out. They'd sometimes just lay in each's other bed, watching a movie or talk about their day and Hoseok misses that. Jungkook does a good job of filling in when he stays over, always ready for a good cuddle session and he's so fucking clingy but Hoseok loves it, adores the way Jungkook clings to him like a koala. It's not even sexual either. They've never fooled around despite their closeness and when Jin asks, Hoseok is honest in saying no, they've never fucked, never even jerked each other off. Jin looks at him like he's lying but it's the truth. Even though he's an alpha and Jungkook's an omega they have never been around each other during their heats and ruts so it's never been something Hoseok has had to think about. or Jungkook shares Hoseok's bed more often than not and realizes that maybe they are meant to be mates" a/b/o. 10,100 words.

the stars are brightly shining - monbon Hoseok/Jungkook, preslash. "Sometimes Christmas doesn't go the way you expected. And sometimes that's alright. or, Hoseok always spends winter break on campus. This time, Jeongguk joins him." 5300 words.

Blanket Kick - nunu_noodles Hoseok/Jungkook. "It takes 2 hours and 40 minutes for the train from Busan to get to Seoul Which means Jeongguk is going to meet his online boyfriend in 2 hours and 40 minutes Time moves both too slowly, and far, far too quickly He checks the time quickly. 15 minutes to go. Holy shit. Holy. Shit." 34,700 words.

where the light can't reach - undercoverjikooks Hoseok/Jungkook. "Sometimes he would cry for no reason on his bed at two in the morning because his heart felt empty in certain corners, like the light of all of the good things in his life couldn’t reach quite far enough to fill those dark places. or, alternatively, Hoseok is scared of contentment." Hoseok stays at Jungkook's b&b, and they fall in love. 9600 words.

One Fear - Jajungmyeon Jungkook/Hoseok. "Good-looking men did not scare Jeongguk. They... overwhelmed him... with their daring beauty. They brought out the boy in Jeongguk. And Jeongguk was not a boy. He was a man who had a job and paid taxes. He was a whole grown up. Well, not as grown up as Yoongi who could clean his bathroom without dry-heaving once (but that was because he was on a completely different level, a grownup- old man edition). Jeongguk had not made it through college and student loans and paychecks to regress to boyhood simply because a gorgeous male looked his way." very readable tho i mean there's some workplace bullying. 4300 words.

i never felt nothing like that, looking at you looking right back - jellyfishes   Hoseok/Jungkook. "“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t look good on you. Jeonggukie is an innocent baby.” Hoseok’s smile widens. Jimin jabs a finger into his chest. “You stay away from him, hyung.” “He’s so cute, though,” Hoseok whines, and he’s grinning now. “Jimin, you know I can’t resist it when they’re cute.” or, hoseok likes cute boys, and jeongguk is very cute. jimin probably never should have introduced them." cute. 9300 words.

you got me catching feelings - momentsinlove Jungkook/Hoseok. "Jungkook and Hoseok decide to hook up as just bros until they start to catch feelings." soft and porny. 10,000 words.

blue flame special - nonheather   Hoseok/Jungkook. "hoseok just got dumped and now a clearly under aged bartender is refusing to serve him a much needed round of shots. ("can you do this teenage angst thing some other time? my ex just walked in with his new boyfriend and i could really use some liquid cowardice." the kid narrows his eyes in the direction hoseok had nodded toward. "seokjin hyung's your ex?") hoseok nods. "you know him?" "yeah," jeongguk glares at hoseok and begins stepping away, definitely refusing to serve him any drink at all. "he dumped me for you.")" this is a melodrama with all the ups and downs and twists and turns, but it's riveting and addictive in that way too. cw for jin's past (abuse). 106,300 words.

Serendipity - redhowler Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hoseok is an architect with an eye for art and Jungkook has a masterpiece painted on his back." 8000 words.

a hold on me - CaptainButts Jungkook/Hoseok. "hoseok moves into a new neighborhood, meets his questionable neighbors, and rekindles an old love." 13,000 words.

pas de deux - peachtae   Jungkook/Hoseok. "dancing with jungkook has always come naturally to hoseok." from childhood to old age. 7700 words.

Tryna Count Me Out - freelancejouster   Jungkook/Hoseok. "Who even does that? Just — just goes around kissing random strangers? And okay, maybe it was to save him from looking like a fool in front of an entire stadium of people, and maybe he liked it a little bit too much, but was Hoseok going to admit that? Not likely.(Aka Hoseok gets kissed by a cute stranger on the kiss cam and can’t get the memory of vanilla Chapstick and soft lips out of his mind.)" 5000 words.

there's a galaxy between you and me - venenumm Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jung Hoseok, best ship pilot in Seoul, hell, in Korea. Together with his exceptional crew, they travel the stars, gathering and delivering goods for clients. But they always return home, always back to Seoul. And Jung Hoseok's fate drops into his lap in Seoul, aptly named Jeon Jungkook. or space pilot jung hoseok meets android jeon jungkook and things happen." 5700 words.

tryna act nice (boy your cover's blown) - blvesey Hoseok/Jungkook. "jeongguk smells like a whore, but he isn't one. hoseok looks like an asshole, and he absolutely is. but he's nothing if not a good sportsman, and so he's always willing to reward effort." street racing au. 6400 words.

Mountain Dew Me? - ecrivantkazl Hoseok/Jungkook. "“Pop my cherry?” No hello, no customer service smile, not even a what can I get you? His tone is even, eyes wide and growing wider, and he is about two seconds from swallowing his whole entire body head first. He should have stayed in bed this morning. "Pardon...me?"" bartender au. 4600 words.

The Moment I Met You - lonelyonion Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook has a newfound fascination with the idea of marriage, but it seems like his boyfriend of six years, Jung Hoseok, does not share in his fascination. Or, Jungkook kinda wants to be a married man, but somehow things are going a little differently than he'd hoped." 4700 words.

Call Me Baby - MarionetteFtHJM Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook was a badass dude. He was a leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding, no-nonsense-attitude dude. There was absolutely no reason for him to be acting like a damn blushing virgin. Especially around Jung Hoseok, the dude of his dreams- not that he’d ever tell him that, no sir-e." 3200 words.

stitch me up (you're so pretty) - jjks   Jungkook/Hoseok. "“Embroidery,” Jeongguk repeats. “I’m gonna join an embroidery class,” his voice trails off a little at the end, losing some of its vigor and quieting down when he realises it’s stupid. So stupid. Even stupider when spoken out loud." 10,200 words.

A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing - blimpish   Jungkook/Hoseok. "When Jeongguk decides it's time to live out his fantasy of being knotted, he determines that Hoseok is the best (read: least awful) candidate for the job." a/b/o and dancer au. does interesting things with the trope. also, hot. 35,000 words.

Gotta Hand It to You - freelancejouster   Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hoseok was trying to think of living by himself as an adventure, a new experience, something to look forward too. He hadn't thought it'd be like this." maknae line are neighbours. Hoseok has a crush. 19,000 words.

F is for Figure It Out, Kiddo - exfatamorgana   Jungkook/Hoseok. “Crying and Pining and Growing the Fuck Up: A Life-story in Stages” childhood friends who eventually become something more in late 20s. 10,400 words.

to the places you will be from - krisssy   Jungkook/Hoseok. "jungkook accidentally adds hoseok on snapchat" Cute. 4300 words.

The First and, Hopefully, the Last - wingedseok Jungkook/Hoseok. "Hoseok is seventeen years old, has known Jeongguk ever since the bunny-looking kid was born, and he has never been kissed. Luckily, his dongsaeng knows exactly what to do." 2000 words.

DOES/DOES NOT - Jajungmyeon   Jungkook/Hoseok. "Jeongguk thinks Hoseok likes him. Hoseok thinks Jeongguk does not like him. They are both wrong and get yelled at by Yoongi." fun story about 'does hyung really like me or is it just his normal skinship.' if you roll with the jk characterisation, this is so fun, 20,000 words.

Bloodflows - mnsg   Hoseok/Jungkook. "Sharing a bath at 3AM with all 178cm of Jeon Jeongguk is at least one of Hoseok's ideas of torture." 2200 words.

On My Life (I Swear) - Sevensoulmates  Hoseok/Jungkook. "Hoseok had no idea what he got himself into when he befriended a random stranger that day on the street. He hadn't thought anything of it, even though it kind of was a bit of an unusal circumstance. Still, how was he to know that the boy was the President's Son, the most hidden and protected person in all of the country? Not until the day he walks into his new job as a bodyguard and gets chained to the boy himself does he realize that things are about to get a little fucked up." a big long soapy bodyguard AU. 113,100 words.

bone + tissue - minsfw Jungkook/Hoseok. "jungkook is a student of photography; hoseok has really soft lips." This is good. 10,400 words.

Dance With Me, Hyung - TheHalesNyx   Jungkook/Hoseok. "Kook convinces Hobi to take him along when he goes out dancing one night. Must include: "Are you drunk?"" 11,400 words.

eventually - yoogni Jungkook/Hoseok. "jeongguk turns his head to see someone who is almost definitely the most attractive person he's ever seen. his hair is soft, his eyes are bright, and his smile is somehow heart-shaped. not to get ahead of himself, but jeongguk is very possibly in love." Jungkook is really really shy. 5500 words

one shot (is all i need) - kaythebest Jungkook/Hoseok. "Jungkook wants to be a bartender. If he wants anything else, well, that's just a bonus." 6300 words.

these spaces between infinities - astringxnt Jungkook/Hoseok. "because the truth is that we're always finding sanctuary in unfamiliar places, trying to caress warmth into fires." Fwb, Jk takes Hoseok home for the holidays. 9000 words.

come across the kitchen to me - Acavall Jungkook/Hoseok. "Jungkook is jealous. Jungkook has no right to be jealous. Jungkook is an idiot. In which Jungkook and Hoseok are roommates and Jungkook wishes they were more." 3000 words.

bored stiff (out of my brains) - loafers Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook gets bored. The devil finds work for idle hands." PWP. 3800 words.

another life - Acavall Hoseok/Jungkook. "Jungkook and Hoseok talk alternate realities amidst fake kitchens. JungHope fluff from the day they went to Ikea in Sweden and then nearly got arrested for setting off the fire alarm." sweet. 2700 words.

Fall and Recover - exfatamorgana Jungkook/Hoseok. "Behind closed doors and in foggy mirrors, Jeongguk and Hoseok learn that sometimes, falling together is just as easy as falling apart. And it's so much nicer. i.e. in which they're both dance majors and Hoseok is the TA for Jeongguk's performance workshop." 75,100 words. Also has a sequel, 150,000 words.

all the world's noise - astringxnt Jungkook/Hoseok. "in between late night dance practices and Thursday study dates, Jungkook lets Hoseok teach him that love doesn’t have to be loud to be real." 7400 words.

vagabonds' chaos theory - astringxnt Jungkook/Hoseok. Secret agents au. Hoseok is Jungkook's mentor. 7300 words.

Lionheart - nivo Jeongguk/Hoseok. "The problem is simple, really: Jeongguk is cool, and Hoseok is... Hoseok." Hoseok decides he must bungee jump bc he's insecure about their relationship. This is adorable. 2000 words.

New Romantics - nivo Hoseok/Jeongguk. "Music majors know what romance is all about. (Jeon Jeongguk is not a music major. Neither is Jung Hoseok.)"  2800 words.

threesomes

2/2/3 - cobbleles Hoseok/Namjoon/Jungkook. "There is plenty of fish in the sea, two and two and three. Or: Hoseok wants to see other people and Namjoon agrees. Prompt - Secret Relationship." they're in an open relationship and both are dating jk, all three are dumb. 9900 words.

namkookhope au  Namjoon/Hoseok/Jungkook. "NAMKOOKHOPE AU 💕 jungkook is looking for something casual, he signs up to tinder & meets namjoon. he’s in an open relationship and not looking for anything srs. so it’s fine if he starts sleeping w his dance teacher jhope too, right? what could go wrong?"

playing for your heart - umji   Jungkook/Hoseok/Seokjin. "Jungkook should have known something was up from the way they were acting, they had been unusually quiet all night, sharing looks across the room when they thought he was caught up in his game. He didn’t quite know what he was expecting them to say - maybe they were going to elope? That seemed like something the pair of them would do - but he was certainly not expecting them to tell him they had signed him up for a dating game show."  17,100 words.

Harmless - Untested_Waters Hoseok/Jungkook/Taehyung. "Jungkook is fine, really. He doesn’t need Taehyung and Hoseok’s help. Except for the fact that he is absolutely not fine and really, really needs Taehyung and Hoseok’s help." Porn. 11,000 words.

Gushing Gold - syubology Hoseok/Taehyung/Jungkook. "Hoseok watches them, can see them through the opaque material, Taehyung's fingers tracing over the dark lines and swirls inked into Jungkook’s skin. His own hand resting where it fell onto the youngest's thigh doesn’t feel so chill all of a sudden when he takes a moment to think about where they are, what they’re doing, how it would look to an outsider: the three of them snuggled close, tangled limbs and heavy eyes and fingers sneaking under clothes. He tries not to think like that too often – how it looks, how it feels, how easy it’d be to poke at the boundaries, to be just as curious and daring as Kim Taehyung’s stunning fingers – but there’s something different in the air tonight." PWP. 19,900 words.

We Float - Icicles Hoseok/Jungkook/Yoongi. "Jungkook’s gaze on them is searing. She can feel his dick growing harder against the side of her thigh as he watches them. It’s good. It’s all good. It’s a lot. Just like a good distraction should be. OR Jungkook and Hoseok get sad watching Titanic. Yoonji is always a little sad these days. They try to find comfort together." 5900 words.

An Experiment in Threesomes - Only_A_Fangirl   Hoseok/Jungkook/Yoongi. "Still. What does he have to lose? He’ll just tell them about his problem, like a proper dongsaeng to his hyungs, and maybe they’ll have a solution. And maybe that solution will be to have sex with him. Probably not. But maybe. So, he won’t just say ‘I want you to take my virginity’, he’ll just hope that they offer. He might also lose just a little bit of his dignity, but not much, because he’s sure they won’t make fun of him. Or, the tale of Jeongguk's virginity loss to Hoseok and Yoongi." it does have an open ending - but it's pretty great. 37,600 words.

and i'll smile upon you too - pearl_o   Hoseok/Yoongi/Jungkook. ""what is going on right now?" yoongi says, still staring at hoseok. "i'm trying to communicate with you! like adults!" hoseok says. "you're doing a really bad job," says yoongi. "how did you picture this conversation going?" hoseok slumps until he's half lying down, letting his legs hanging over the edge of the mattress. "i was gonna tell you that i love you and that i want you to be happy and that i could be happy even if it meant...you know. sharing."" sweet! 5900 words.

Finer Than The Fine Arts - anonymousloris   Hoseok/Yoongi/Jungkook. "Regardless, Hoseok and Yoongi had been best friends since they started college, and potentially for many years to come. If anything, it should be fun to have a blow off class together their senior year. Just one little fine arts class to graduate. An easy-peasy Photography 101. No heavy clouds on the sunny, blue horizon. That was, until they turned the corner and stepped into the classroom, their eyes landing on a tall, dark, and very handsome looking freshman sitting in the front row. They looked at each other and in unison said, "Dibs."" 9200 words.

put my favourite record on - umji   Yoongi/Hoseok/Jungkook. "Yoongi never should have mentioned (admittedly he was drunk at the time so it was less in casual conversation and more of a secret confession that he’d whispered to Hoseok whilst he had been sat under the kitchen table) that he had a weakness for cute boys and great singing voices and cute boys with great singing voices." 7400 words.

Untraditional - TheHalesNyx Yoongi/Hoseok/Jungkook. "they're in this rare kind of alpha/beta/omega relationship but it's still super cute. Their different personalities work together perfectly but then omega Kookie's heat hits for the first time, since he didn't use suppressants for the first time." Yoongi and Hoseok are alphas, Jungkook is an omega. 14,100 words.

[padasteph-nie]

The Fourth Wall

CHAPTER SIX: Hunters Don’t Swim

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and Stephanie (OC)

Pairing: None. (More hints from Shipper!Dean... dddrrraaaaggggiiiinnngggg it out lol)

Word Count: 1,363

Warnings: Swearing... literally one tiny F-BOMB lol

A/N: Like and/or reblog if you like it! Thanks to everyone who has taken their time and came this far!

The Fourth Wall - Masterlist

Sam’s Point of View

        Stephanie followed behind me as we entered the bunker. I searched for Dean, hoping to catch his attention before she did. I knew by the single look he gave me that he already had a solution for what we had discussed.

        I know you don’t know her well, but Stephanie really has a heart of gold. She would do anything she could to help someone, and not just from monsters. I don’t even think she realizes that she does it, but almost every friendship she has is a one-way thing. Her helping them. I guess you can say I’m protective of her. When you find the good in the world, you  do everything you can to make sure nothing corrupts it. Anyway, I guess I’m going off track here.

        When Stephanie came looking for me and told me she was still having a rough time, I knew she needed more than just a night of alcohol. I just needed Dean to do some heavy lifting. 

        I made eye-contact with my brother, who was sitting in the main room of the bunker when we returned. He slightly nodded, his legs stretched out, leaning back in his chair, and then turned to look at his laptop screen. Time to play it cool, “Asians?” I laughed at him, knowing for a fact that wasn’t what he was looking at.

        “I wish.” He responded seriously, “I think I found us a case.”

        “Oh yeah, what’s the story?” I pretended to be intrigued.

        “Nothing exciting. Sounds like a vamp nest.” Dean looked to Stephanie for a response, “if you aren’t feeling up to it, you can stay behind. But I think it would be better if you came.”

        She hesitated, “I don’t really wanna be alone, so…” she looked to Dean, waiting for him to finish explaining the case.

        Dean cleared his throat and reached to turn the screen toward us, “It’s a pretty far drive. The coast of North Carolina to be exact. 19 hours.”

        “We can tag team, no need to stop.” I suggested, trying to make this as convincing as possible. I didn’t want her to know that this was for her. She deserved a break, but I knew she didn’t like to be the center of attention.

        “Yeah that’s not a problem.” She agreed. I shot a quick glance at Dean, proud that the plan was going smoothly so far. She must have caught it because she said, “wait, why are we going halfway across the country for a vamp nest? Can’t we call someone to clean it up really quick?” She pointed out and Dean and I both stalled. “Is this even a job, or just an excuse to get me out?” She said flatly.

        “No, it’s a job.” Dean clarified. “Sam messaged me…”

        “Don’t pin this all on me!” I blurted.

        “I’m not.” Dean stopped me. “Look, Stephanie. Sam said we needed to get you out, but he knew you didn’t want a pity party. So, I suggested an easy case, somewhere nice. I made a few calls to some buddies on the coast, and they handed me one in Atlantic Beach, North Carolina.” He waited for her to accept.

        Stephanie sighed, “you promise there isn’t going to be some cheesy party for me or anything. Just an easy kill and then relax for a day or so?”

        I reached over to rub her back, “you call the shots! We will do whatever you want. No plans, just go.”

        I watched as she looked between Dean and I, “okay, let’s go pack.” She gave us her most beautiful smile.

        “10-4,” Dean didn’t hesitate to hop up and go pack right away.

        Before Stephanie could do the same, I decided to bring something to light, “hey, Stephanie. You’re an adult, and you can do whatever you want,” I was trying to go easy on her, but she already knew where it was going.

        “I won’t bring the book.” She saved me the effort.

        I smiled and nodded, “good.” And then we both headed to our rooms to pack.

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        “Hey, you guys ready to go?” I was the first one in the garage, trying to make space for all our things in the trunk. I knew Stephanie and Dean were going to be the type to pack more than what they needed.

        “Yeah. Stephanie is grabbing a few things I think, she’ll be out in a minute.” Dean replied. “Hey, do you have an extra pair of trunks I can borrow?”

        I looked at him, confused, “trunks?”

        “Swim trunks. Beach, water… you know.” Dean led on.

        “Oh, dude. I completely spaced that.” I shook my head in disbelief, “we are going to the beach and I didn’t even consider swim trunks.”

        “Right. Well you might wanna grab some. Do you have any extra?” Dean asked again.

        “Oh, no.” I answered plainly, “I haven’t owned a pair of swim trunks since I was like 15.”

        Dean rolled his eyes, “well that settles it. We will all have to go shopping.”

        “All? Stephanie too, huh.”  I wasn’t sure why, but suddenly I felt nervous thinking of Stephanie in a bathing suit. Okay, I’ll admit I had feelings for her, but honestly, they didn’t bother me or effect anything until Dean pulled his little stunt this morning.

        “Yes. Stephanie needs a swimsuit to go to the beach, too.” Dean said sarcastically while shoving the bags in the trunk and slamming it shut. “You going to be okay with that?” He approached me with an evil smirk.

        “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I was just surprised she didn’t have a suit already.” I tried to shrug it off, hoping Dean would let it go there. I turned and walked to the passenger door, opened it, and got in the car.

        Dean nodded to himself, and repeated the gesture, getting into the driver seat. When he closed the door, he just turned and stared at me.

        I sighed, “what now?”

        “How long are you going to hold out?” Dean asked.

        “Hold out on what? Why are you always trying to pry things out of me, Dean?” I was already irritated.

        “Dude. She likes you. Can’t you see that?” Dean hit my shoulder with the back of his hand. “She had no problem believing she had drunk-sex with you.”

        “That’s nice, Dean. Of course she likes me if she thought she drunk fucked me. She was also really embarrassed about it. Or did you miss that little fact.” How could he seriously think that was a valid point?

        Dean sighed this time, “she felt bad that it happened that way. Okay? She likes you. Why won’t you make a move?”

        “I don’t know that she likes me, Dean. And neither do you! She is obviously going through a tough time right now as well,” my voice suddenly went soft. “I’m not trying to complicate things for her any further.”

        “Yeah, you might be right on that. But you aren’t completely right.” Dean leaned down to look through my window, spotting Stephanie coming toward the garage.

        “What do you mean?” I asked, honestly.

        “I do know that she likes you, because I asked her.” Dean leaned back up and turned the ignition, smiling at the roar of the engine that echoed. Stephanie opened the door to the back seat before I could respond at all. Dean just smiled at me, knowingly. “Hey gorgeous, you ready?”

        “Why, yes I am.” Stephanie replied.

        “Not you, the car.” Dean laughed, and she joined him.

        Of course, Stephanie instantly noticed that I didn’t laugh at the, all too common, joke. She peeked her face over the seat, “Come on, Sammy! Relax! This is going to be fun!”

        I smiled a fake smile for her, meeting Dean’s eyes. I had a sudden fear that I couldn’t swallow. A lump in my throat, followed by a thrill in my stomach. “Yeah, this will be a blast!” I replied, looking directly into Dean’s sarcastic stare. Slowly I turned to my attention to her with a real smile, almost distracted by the excitement in her eyes, and ordered, “but you don’t get to call me Sammy.”

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[warriorqueen1991]

Memoria (pt. Eleven)

Characters: Sam X Claire

Warnings: fluff tons and tons of fluff, angst, talk of self harm, sexual situations….ya know the usual lol

Notes: this is one of my favorite chapters I had alot of fun writing it :)

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Sam stared at himself in the mirror, he was dressed in a simple white tee and jeans, his hair slicked back but falling out of place.

He didn’t look awful…

Oh no even better…

He looked desperate.

What wasn’t to like?

Fuck he was gonna look like a wilting cactus next to a blooming rose taking Claire to dinner.

Closing his eyes he let out a heavy exhale as a sharp pain shot up his leg, this was such a bad idea.

He was gonna look like an idiot.

He was gonna fuck up and lose her forever.

A sharp knock caused him to jump, his attention jerking to the closed door.

“Sam you better stop it, I can feel your self deprecation from here”

He chuckled, her voice an instant ray of sunshine bursting through his storm clouds.

Walking to the door he pulled it open with a smile, Claire had her arms folded across her chest as she cocked an elegant brow at him.

Her eyes widened as she took in his appearance.

“wow..you look..”

He cut her off with a scoff “not sure what your wowing about…i’m..” he gestured to himself in disgust.

She rolled her eyes grabbing his arm to pull him from the bathroom, effectively shutting him up “I’m wowing cuz you’re hot, ya dork”.

He rubbed his arm hoping she couldn’t see the blush creeping across his skin “maybe this isn’t such a good idea…I mean it’s only my second day out…maybe we should just stay here”

He was stammering, his eyes darting around the hallway avoiding her gaze. Claire smiled rubbing his arm gently “Sam, calm down ok” he closed his eyes nodding as she walked him to the living room.

She sat down on the couch pulling him down with her “if you don’t wanna go on a date with me that’s fine”. He wrinkled his nose shaking his head “no…that’s not” he growled dropping his head in his hands.

Claire chuckled rubbing his back “take it easy honey, it’s gonna be fine”

He breathed out a heavy sigh “why do I gotta over think shit”

She smiled running her hands through his hair “it’s normal to be nervous”.

He bounced his left leg nervously, rubbing the back of his neck he stole a quick glance at her before dropping his gaze back to the floor.

“I wish I could just walk out that door with you on my arm, eat at a fancy restaurant, give you the most magical evening of your life…then come home and just…” he shook his head as he trailed off.

She leaned over to kiss his temple “so this is home now?” he shrugged “it’s not like I have anywhere else”

He could’ve punched himself for slinging such cold words at her.

Fuck he was such a dick

She pulled her hands to her lap as she watched him tense up at her retreating touch. He instantly turned to face her grasping her hands, his face almost looked pained “Claire that’s not what I…” she kissed his lips gently. His eyes sliding shut as she caressed his hand with her thumb “I know Sam” she whispered.

“you’re afraid, I get it…and when you get scared you get snippy” she giggled.

“I’m being a whiney asshole” he grumbled “this was my fucking idea and I can’t even man up enough to follow through”.

She frowned, pulling back to look at him “you’re not seriously diminishing your manhood right now?” he snapped his eyes open “tell me I’m wrong, Claire” he growled getting back to his feet “I can’t give you a normal relationship, I can't….give you what you want, what you need…I can’t…” he closed his eyes trying to steady his breathing.

“I can’t keep lashing out at you for my own shortcomings”.

Claire smiled getting to her feet to wrap her arms around him.

“Sam, there not shortcomings…your coping with a lot of trauma, you’re just dealing with it in your own way”. He gave her an exasperated sigh grasping her shoulders to gently push her away “but this isn’t your fault Claire, I shouldn’t be snapping at you…ever…you’ve done nothing but believe in me and everytime I think I’m gaining some ground something small sends me back into my damn shell”.

He runs his hands over his face before gesturing to her “and what’s the first thing I do? Lash out at you cuz it’s easy, cuz I can't….”

She frowned “can’t what?”

He winced rubbing his arm, avoiding her gaze “nothing…”

Claire sighed with a slight nod, it made sense “I get it” she whispered moving in to grasp his hand once more making him shiver as he continued to avoid her eyes.

“You snap at me hoping one day I will stop caring about you, so that I will send you back so you can…punish yourself” he grimaced closing his eyes.

It was all the confirmation she needed.

“Sam, you might as well get that crap out of your head…right now” she breathed, her voice shaking in fear and anger. “Because, It doesn’t matter what you do or how bad it gets…” she grasped his face in her hands forcing him to look at her “I am never going to stop caring about you…never” she said the last with such conviction that Sam couldn’t stop the tear that ran down his cheek.

He gasped leaning forward so that there heads could meet.

“I’m sorry”

“stop apologizing” she whispered.

Sam hugged her tight, “let’s do this”

She smiled “How about we walk out the door first”. He chuckled pulling away as he sniffed wiping his eyes with a deep exhale “that sounds good” nodding she grasped his hand moving to the door.

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Noticing his continued unease Claire decided it was probably best to just go for a walk. Living outside of the city was a blessing, she loved the peace and quiet and right now the solitude was paying off.

Sam stared at the small stretch of forest behind her house a small bike path visible in its center.

His eyes drifted to the overcast sky above, “hope you’re not afraid of getting wet” he grumbled as she moved in beside him.

She giggled “I’m just gonna let that statement slide right past me and counter with, if it rains…” she sent him a wink “no, I’m not afraid of getting wet”. He gave her a funny look before shaking his head with a deep chuckle “girl, when are you not thinking about sex?”

She laughed “Well you’re a very attractive man, Sam…I just can’t help myself” he smiled grasping her hand as they entered the sparse cluster of trees.

The forest was beautiful, with tall tan trees and light underbrush. Birds sang above them as Sam led Claire to a fallen log surrounded by short mushrooms.

She smiled as they sat down “what’s on your mind Sam?” he smiled rubbing her fingers with his thumb “tell me something about yourself”

She blinked in surprise.

They really hadn’t talked about herself much, she shrugged “uh, I’m 32…I like walking on the beach and playing volleyball” he watched her with a gentle smile, the slight crinkles by his eyes seemed to make him even more handsome in the soft light.

Claire looked away with a blush “anything specific you wanna know?”

He shrugged shifting on the log nervously “I don’t know, I just want to know more about you”.

His eyes suddenly lit up

A wide smile spreading across his face.

“What���s your favorite color?”

She giggled holding his hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss to his skin.

“gold”

He smiled scooting closer to her “your favorite color is gold?” she nodded. He shifted forward “ok, what’s your favorite animal?”

“Elephant”

He seemed to be getting more and more excited with each answer making her laugh.

“Did you always want to be in your line of work?”

She shook her head “growing up I wanted to be a lifeguard but switched to psychology after my best friends mom was diagnosed with schizophrenia” he nodded “did…do you stay in contact with your parents?” she smiled “ya my mom and dad live in Houston, I try to call em at least once a week”.

His smile fades

“it’s weird not knowing”

She bridged the gap between them leaning against his shoulder “I guess you kind of fell off the map sometime ago…they did a blood test and found nothing about you in the system”

He furrowed his brow “How is that even possible?” she shook her head “I’m not sure, maybe you were able to use your military background to your advantage”.

She frowned “honestly you being a ward of the state, I don’t think they tried very hard”

He shrugged “it’s not a big deal, chances are I’d hate what I found anyway”.

She rubbed his thigh, her mouth opening to say something as a loud crack of thunder caused her to jump. She gasped clinging to his arm as he chuckled, the sky opened up releasing a torrent of rain pouring down around them.

Quickly she pulled away jumping to her feet with a squeal “god it’s so cold” she cried.

He followed her laughing as she turned to hide against his soaked shirt “I thought you didn’t mind getting wet?” he smiled wrapping his arms around her. She nuzzled into his chest laughing against the wet fabric “I don’t… but it just came out of nowhere” she whined.

He pulled her closer, happy to be someone she could seek shelter in.

Sam rested his head on top of hers rubbing her shoulders in attempt to warm her up.

“let’s head back before you freeze to death” he rasped into her wet hair.

Giggling she pulled away from him grabbing his hand to drag him behind her as they ran back toward the house.

The both of them continued to laugh as they finally stumbled to the edge of the trees, Claire snorted covering her mouth as Sam leaned against a tree to catch his breath.

Shit his leg was hurting

But he didn’t care

Her smile was the only pain killer he would ever need.

Another crack of thunder made her jump again her feet slipping in the fresh mud.

Her arms flailed out as she slid backwards. Sam’s fingers wrapped around her arm pulling her back to him, his rapid breathing and deep laughter rubbing his warm chest against her spine, the cold material between them making her gasp.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder with a quiet laugh, his arms loosening around her.

“You ok?”

Turning around in his grasp Claire leaned up to press her lips firmly to his, her fingers raking through his wet hair making it stick up. He moaned gripping her hips as the tree bark scraped against his back in pleasurable stings.

She grasped the back of his head, the rain pouring down their bodies sending small streams of water running between their intertwined lips.

He moved his right hand up to gently grip her neck as his lips pressed in over hers more insistently.

Something about the rain, the woods and the storm raging around them added to the uncontrollable fire building up between them.

It was almost primal

Claire gasped grabbing his face her nails biting his rough skin as her other hand pulled at his now dripping hair a deep groan vibrating up through his chest.

Sam let his large hands run down her body, the wet fabric of her shirt clinging to her skin. He bit at her neck letting his right hand crawl down her thigh lifting it up against his hip.

She gasped, her hot breath puffing out against his cold skin as she gripped the chilled hair at the nape of his neck.

He grunted as she moved against him, his fingers gripping her thigh roughly as he pulled her closer rocking his hips to gently meet hers.

Claire was dying for him to move against her more firmly but she allowed him to set the pace.

A low rumble of thunder rolled through the gray sky as he growled low in his chest letting it vibrate through their joined skin.

The rain slowly ceased bringing a pause to their heated make out session.

Sam moaned leaning his head back against the tree as she ran her hands down his now see through shirt, her cool digits gripping ahold of his leather belt.

She tugged him impossibly closer, her leg sliding back down his hip as he released her.

“So much for taking shelter” she giggled rubbing her face against the soaked fabric gripping his sides.

His breathing was ragged as he panted to the sky “holy shit, god damn”

She laughed at how wrecked he looked…she could only imagine what she looked like.

“Sorry about that” she giggled kissing his chest gently “It’s just…you look really…really good wet”.

He chuckled, his breathing labored “thank you”

She bit her lip looking up to meet his heated pools “are you ok?” he let out a shaky breath before nodding.

Leaning his head back against the tree he took a couple more deep breaths to calm himself before looking down at her again.

“Kinda worried I won’t survive our first time” he chuckled pulling her into a hug.

Claire laughed “I promise not to kill ya” he smiled running his fingers through her wet hair “we really should get back inside before we both get sick”.

She pouted slightly, pulling on the bottom of his shirt so that it peeled away from the skin of his stomach showing the crest of his hip bone.

“what'cha doin sweetheart?” he gasped as she shot him a mischievous smirk.

“oh, sweetheart huh?….I like that”

His brow creased as she bent over pushing her hand to fist his shirt in the center of his chest as she bit his hip bone growling as he let out a loud moan, his hands gripping the tree behind him as she sucked against his cool flesh.

Letting out a breathy moan she scratched her nails down his chest, her teeth digging into him harshly.

“Aaargh shit” he cried out roughly, his right hand running down her back to pull on her shirt “fuck, Claire….take it easy” he rasped. At his slightly pained grunt she pulled away to kiss the now red and purple patch of skin. Smiling in satisfaction she slid back up to meet his hazel eyes.

“sorry” She whispered kissing his lips gently, he chuckled “no your not” she snorted a short laugh against his lips “I couldn’t help it”.

He wrinkled his nose as he laughed “it’s ok…” he rubbed his rough facial hair against her neck his lips pressing over her ear “I liked it” he growled sucking on the lobe as she arched up against him.

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They returned to the house hand in hand both soaked to the bone.

Sam opened the door for her making her smile.

Once they were inside Sam pulled her to his side kissing her hair, “what do you like to do for fun?”

She smiled “going on walks with you” he dropped his head to his chest blushing as he gently pushed her toward the bathroom.

She giggled opening the door “wanna join me” she purred jokingly at him from around the wood. He smiled “I’ll catch the next one” she smiled softly reaching out to grab his hand pulling him inside the room with her.

“uh…I…Claire?” he stammered nervously eyeing the bathroom.

She shook her head “calm down Sam” she soothed “were not gonna do anything, just…keep me company, please?” her lips crooked up at the question.

He looked at the shower then back at her “do I..?” she hugged him tightly “just sit down and talk to me…that’s all” he nodded.

Taking a seat on the stool in front of the mirror Sam leaned back against the counter “so, uh…what do we talk about?” she shot him a wink as she turned her back to him turning on the shower.

“We can talk about whatever you want” he dropped his gaze to the floor with a rough noise when she slipped her shirt over her head. He was breathing heavy as he sneaked a quick glance at her now scantily clad back.

His mouth dropped open as she slid her pants down to her ankles leaving her clad in nothing but her black bra and panties, he couldn’t contain his loud gasp when she turned around to look at him.

He quickly jerked his head to side slamming his eyes shut.

“you ok?” she whispered

She was giving him an out.

He flinched when her cool hands cupped his face pulling him to look at her.

He nodded, his chest heaving as she moved to straddle his lap “I’m not forcing you to stay here Sam, you can leave if I’m making you uncomfortable ok?” he looked up at her green eyes.

She was worried about him

He sighed leaning forward to wrap his arms around her, the feeling of her soft skin against him was heaven.

She ran her hands through his damp hair “I’m just…I want us to be comfortable around each other ok?” he nodded his head against her chest

“Me to”

He pulled away tapping her hip with his calloused hand ushering her off of him “so…do you have any siblings?” she gave him a knowing smile as she got to her feet heading to the shower.

Too much for one day

Her back faced him once more

Her fingers unhooked her bra letting it hit the floor “no, I’m an only child” she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties tugging them down slowly as Sam quickly dropped his gaze.

“What’s your favorite flower?” he rasped as she entered behind the frosted glass.

“I’m actually a fan of succulents”

His face rose at that “what?” he could here her chuckling behind the shower door as steam billowed up around the glass “yeah I never had much of a green thumb so I kinda grew attached to Cacti…I think they’re actually quite beautiful” he stared at her shifting silhouette.

Maybe being a wilting cactus wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

“you ok?”

Her voice shook him out of his thoughts “uh… yeah”

He continued to ask simple questions about her life, each answer had his heart swelling with hope that maybe there was a place for him in her heart.

That he could find peace in her oasis

That they could be happy…together

“Sam?” she called out making him get to his feet clearing his throat “ya?”

She turned to his shadow across the door placing her hand against the glass “hand me a towel please?” he placed his hand over the glass covering hers before sliding down it grabbing the fluffy white towel off the rack.

Opening the door slightly he handed her the towel, her wet fingers running across his. His breath hitched, his fingers tightened around the fabric as she met his tawny gaze around the door.

“What’s on your mind Sam?” she whispered tugging gently on the towel.

He was breathing heavy, his eyes focused on their hands.

“Sam are you ok?”

He swallowed roughly, toeing off his boots which had her furrowing her brow in confusion.

What was he doing?

Pushing her back into the shower, Sam crowded in next to her, his eyes shut as he tossed the towel onto the floor outside of the stall.

“Sam?” she gasped as he reached around her to turn the water back on. The hot jets flattening his hair against his forehead as it ran off his chin. He finally opened his eyes to look at her, his face flushed and nervous as he leaned forward to press his head against hers.

His voice was rough as he stared deep into her eyes.

“undress me”

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The Summer People (13/14) 

Read Chapter 13 on AO3 or start at the beginning here.

(Hope you enjoy it. No, new readers, that is not Susan Williams mentioned below lol. I created her last summer, so she’s an original character. Thank you so much for reading!)

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Susan, her kids and Felicity holed up in Oliver’s house for a few days after the insanity that was Aiden and his mobster pals. Though the repairs on Fitzpatrick home would take weeks, Susan’s contractor told them it would be safe for them to return to at the end of the day. They’d sectioned off the area Aiden’s little bomb had destroyed. Harlan would still tear up about it when she thought only Deville and Monroe were looking.  She’d lost her ant farm, her rocket launcher, and the special blanket she kept on the sofa in front of the TV. It had been a baby blanket replacement of sorts she liked to keep on the down-low. Her mother had no idea it existed, but Felicity paid enough attention to the kids to know about it. She never said a word. She knew Harlan would grow out of it in her own time. Now, that bastard had taken that away from her. If Aiden wasn’t already in jail waiting to stand trial for all his misdeeds, Felicity would have murdered him. Oliver said that it was a good thing he wasn’t free then, he wanted to keep her free and next to him. The sap.  So, since the smoke from the explosion and the wiring problems it had created were no longer an issue, the Fitzpatrick clan and their cousin would soon be heading home. As a goodbye, Oliver had set up a Queen summer estate style backyard barbecue.

“We have yet to have a minute ourselves this whole time,” Oliver whispered in Felicity’s ear as she stood a few yards out from the pool watching Susan teach her two youngest to swim.  She was in a white summer dress and he wore a form-fitted t-shirt and cargo pants.

“After we’re not all under the same roof,” said Felicity. Damn he smelled really good.

“Felicity this roof is huge,” Oliver complained.

Felicity grinned, shaking her head, avoiding looking in the eyes that would surely break her resolve. She wanted to be with Oliver, but right now as not the time. She wanted to save all the good stuff for later, take some slow time to get to know each other even more. Her mind was made up on the issue. “They’ll be gone in a few hours.”

“You mean, you’ll be gone in a few hours,” he said on a pout.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” she promised. “You’re taking me to lunch, remember?”

“Lunch on the beach, how could I forget?”

He lifted his hand to touch her bare back. A shiver danced up her spine then spiked into heated want.  “Oliver…”

“What?”

Felicity turned around at the sound of an obvious giggle, flushing deeply. Monroe wiggled her toes and giggled as she lounged on a lawn chair beside Thea both in their couture bathing suits – Monroe’s dark blue one-piece and Thea’s pink two-piece. Roy and Dig stood together at the Queen’s state-of-the-art barbecue grill side-by-side grilling like the champions they claimed to be. Felicity smirked. Oliver claimed he could cook circles around those guys. He kept whispering things like to her all week. But she held him off. She didn’t want to sneak into his room or keep her voice down. She wanted to be with him no holds barred. Not that she’d really ever been with anyone to that degree. And he was Oliver Queen. The whole idea was suddenly making her nervous. But they were together now—sort of. Was it even really official? He hadn’t said it anything, only implied, and she certainly wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up.

“So, when’s Tommy coming home?” Felicity asked, trying to deter Oliver from embarrassing her too much in case people were listening.

“He always makes it back by the end of summer,” Thea piped in. Yep, they were listening.

“I think Tommy’s cute,” replied Monroe.

“Not cuter than Henry Lawson though, right?” Thea teased. It was Monroe’s turn to blush.

“Henry Lawson’s an idiot. I like Paxton Jones. He’s not a snob,” said Monroe. She seemed to have her priorities somewhat straight at least. Still, she was thirteen. She had no business worrying over boys so fast. Felicity hadn’t even had her first kiss until she was in college. But Monroe wasn’t a total spaz like she was – unfortunately. She had to make it a point to check in with her from time-to-time when she was no longer living under the same roof with her. But Susan seemed like she was making an effort. She turned down a film in Europe, selecting to work on an indie project that started in the fall in the city. The kids were already enrolled in school there. She’d be home most nights. It sounded like a good plan. Felicity might not have believed her, but after almost losing her kids, Susan’s priorities visibly shifted. It would hopefully last. Felicity really thought it might. She turned her eyes back to Susan helping Harlan paddle and blow bubbles while Deville did frog-stroked around them in a circle.

“My mom used to be on the swim team in high school,” remarked Monroe. “But she hasn’t swam with us since before my dad left.” Felicity hated that the kids had to go through such crap, but she was glad their mother was snapping out of the World of Susan Fitzpatrick a little bit.

“Well, I think it’s very cool,” said Thea.

“You know what?” Monroe said, sitting up. “I wanna do Lemonade with Lucy!”

“Well, you’ll have to help me make the lemonade then,” said Thea.

Monroe looked between Felicity and Oliver. “Ummm….”

“Go on, Monroe,” said Felicity with a little laugh.

“Ohhh. Now I get it,” said Monroe, jumping to her feet and giving Felicity a heavy wink. “Okay, we’ll go. See ya later, Oliver.”

Felicity rolled her eyes. “They make a fun pair.”

“Both spoiled,” said Oliver.

“Both sweet,” Felicity corrected him.

“Just like you,” he said, leaning over to kiss her. Felicity looked over Oliver’s shoulder at Dig and Roy cooking. They weren’t paying attention them. She let Oliver kiss her a little longer. She shouldn’t care. She hadn’t cared after the incident with Aiden, but that had been a high-octane situation. This was real life, and she needed to know what they were. She hadn’t talked anything over with Susan though she hadn’t really had anything to say on the matter since that night.

After a few minutes, Oliver and Felicity sat on the lounge chairs next to the two Thea and Monroe vacated. “We could share a chair.”

“You’re really too much.” They settled back. Oliver shut his eyes, looking more peaceful and at home than Felicity had ever seen him. Felicity continued watching her family swim. This was nice. This was the way things were supposed to be.

A few minutes later, the kids climbed out and ran inside. “We’re changing!” they announced in unison. Seconds later, Susan emerged from the pool looking glorious. Felicity looked over at Oliver to see if he was watching and found him side-eyeing her, amidst feigning asleep.

Susan settled onto the chair Monroe had left behind. “So, I don’t think we’re coming back to the Hamptons next year,” said Susan.

“What? Why?” asked Felicity.

“As you know, I’ll have the kids in New York for the year, but after that I’m taking them back to LA. The summer, who knows. Maybe London. I know Monroe wants to go to a con or something or other.”

“A convention. You know like Comic Con?” Felicity supplied.

Susan’s eyes grew big and she smacked the top of her head in a very un-Susan-like gesture. “Oh, that! Yeah, I always have to go to that. It’s so crowded.” She crinkled her nose.

“I think the one she wants to go will be smaller, but I’m not sure you should take her," Felicity explained.

“Why not? I’m trying to spend more quality time with my kids.”

“I think Felicity means that you’d attract unwanted attention. Maybe even distract from the main stars fans are coming to see," said Oliver.

Susan touched her chest in an overly affected gesture to reflect flattery. “Little old me? Well, I guess you’re right,” she said. “Maybe you two could… I mean if you’re still together. Or are you together. I’m not really sure what’s going on with all this.” She gestured between them.

Felicity's cheeks pinked. “Nothing’s going on.”

“Little cousin…Look. I’m fine with whatever it is you two want. Oliver and I were just a…I don’t know what we were.”

Oliver turned red this time. He looked like he was struggling to keep a strangle hold on the words he really wanted to say. Felicity was grateful. No matter how much grief Susan had given them, she wanted to keep the peace. After all they’d been through, they deserved it.

“I can see that whatever is going on here is coming from some place genuine. Don’t let that go. And on that note, I’m going to go change.” She got up and headed toward the house. But not before shouting toward Dig and Roy, “Lookin’ good, guys.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me on my chair?” Oliver waggled his eyebrows.

“Not completely sure. No.” Felicity reached over and grabbed Monroe’s book and hid behind it. What on earth was this girl reading?

Oliver smirked. “That’s good to know.”

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If Oliver doesn’t get a little alone time with Felicity soon, he’s going to stick his fist through a wall. Not that he hasn’t enjoyed having the kids over. They’re great, but it’s time he at least had a talk with Felicity. He knows she wants to wait until their lunch tomorrow, but he’s not sure he can. He has a lot he need to say to her, and not just in the romantic sense.

“You know what movie I need to see?” Thea said, settling into the sofa cushions after serving everyone a round of lemonade. Oliver really thought that was a first, her serving anyone anything. Being around Felicity – and the kids -- really had changed them all for the better.

“What’s that?” Felicity asked. She was sitting knee-to-knee with Oliver. She had another thing coming if she didn’t think he was about to get his snuggle on once to show started.

“Wonder Woman,” said Thea.

“That’s not out until next summer,” said Felicity.

“I know, but we’ll get the director’s cut by December,” said Susan. “I told Thea I’d invite you all over for the holidays, if you want. We can do a sort of Christma-kuh.”

Felicity blinked. “You’d really do that for us?” Oliver was just as surprised as Felicity. It wasn’t like Susan to consider others. And he damn well knew watching a superhero movie she was not in would not be her thing.

Susan shrugged. “Why not?”

They settled on the Lucy grapes episode. About halfway through, Oliver slipped his hand onto Felicity’s soft knee and started rubbing in circles.  He felt her look over at him, but he kept his eyes glued to the screen. When she didn’t remove his hand, he took that as encouragement. He stroked her skin up and down her thigh. The little sigh she expelled made the air in his lungs catch. Felicity’s entire body seemed to melt under his touch and she gave in, inching closer to him and finally settling into his arms. He buried his lips in her air, brushing them back and forth. “You smell good,” he murmured. What he really wanted to say was that he was in love with her. He knew it from the bottom of his soul. He’d never felt like this about anyone. He’d do anything for her. He wanted her in his life forever. But it was too soon for all that. Right now, he was content to just be with her – until they had their talk. He wasn’t going to propose marriage quite yet, but he did have a business proposition for her. He hadn’t been able to get it out of his mind since the morning after they’d taken down Aiden and Brickwell.

About three and a half episodes in, as they were watching Lucy’s fake nose being lit up like a cigar, the door bell rang. Thea, Roy and the kids were in the throes of enormous belly laughs while Susan sat, eyes glued to the screen, trying to contain her mirth. Dig sat their shaking his head from side-to-side, looking like he was enjoying himself too. Oliver and Felicity had been distracted by each other for the past half hour. “Should we get it?” Felicity asked.

“No, I’ll go,” Oliver said, extracting her from his arms.

Felicity poked out her lip.

He huffed out a laugh. She was so damn adorable. “Okay, we’ll go.”

She popped up beside Oliver, stretching herself like a cat. Scratch that, she was damn adorable and damn sexy.  “We’re going to answer the door,” said Felicity.

“Uh-huh,” was the general answer from the group.

Oliver looked into the security camera to see his parents standing on the door step. Oliver pulled the door open. “Mom? Dad? What happened to your keys?”

“We didn’t want to walk into any wild orgies,” Robert quipped.

“Robert!” Moira admonished her husband as they stepped inside. “We were simply trying to respect your privacy, dear?” She held out her hand for Felicity to take. “Moira Queen.”

“Robert,” Oliver’s father, extended his had to Felicity.

Oliver couldn’t help but feel warm and proud inside. He tipped his chin up a bit and said, “Mom, Dad. This is Felicity. She’s my friend.”

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