#britney garcia

[mikheleworld]

[onlybuilt4expensivetaste]

It’s quite interesting how the snake “idea” for Britney’s 2001 VMA performance was Wade Robson’s idea. Wade was also dating Mayte Garcia around this time, and Mayte actually taught Britney belly dancing, something that Aaliyah at this point was trained and known for.

[adrienneleclerc]

Just A Bunch of Hocus Pocus

Summary: What i believe your couples costume would be with the F1 Drivers

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: Drivers include Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, and the newest addition of Daniel Ricciardo. Most of the costumes were my idea but when i was stumped, i used Chat GPT

Charles Leclerc: Since Charles loves Harry Potter, i believe you two would dress up as Harry and Ginny or dress up in Hogwarts "uniforms" in general with the robe, tie, and scarf of your house. Maybe you guys would be Lightning McQueen and Sally because you sent him so many memes comparing him to Lightning McQueen. I also see you guys being Mr. and Mrs. Smith because who wouldn't want to see Charles in a suit?

Lando Norris: You two would dress up as Spider-Man and MJ/Gwen Stacy, depending on which movie or character you prefer. Han Solo and Princess Leia are also on the table, along with Mario and Princess Peach, that way you and the whole Quadrant crew can dress up as character from Super Mario Bros.

Logan Sargeant: You and the American Boy will dress up as Captain America and Peggy Carter, no question about it. Also, you two could dress up as an athlete and a cheerleader since he is, as Alex puts it, so painfully American. But to make it even better, you guys would go as Nathan and Haley from One Tree Hill OR Troy and Gabriella because whats more American than High School Musical?

Oscar Piastri: You two would be Tinkerbell and Terrence after making him watch all the movies with you. Iron Man and Pepper Potts if he wanted to go the superhero route like Logan. But he would also agree to doing a group costume with your friends and going as Numbah 3 and 4 from Codename: Kids Next Door which was one of your favorite cartoons from when you were younger, mainly because Numbah 4 is Australian as well.

Lewis Hamilton: I believe you guys would go as Michael Jackson and Britney Spears from that live performance with the green sparkling dress OR the event photo where Michael was wearing a red shirt and Britney had the leather newsboy cap since Lewis is very fashion forward. The Mad Hatter and Alice is another good one because of how elaborate the Mad Hatter suits are, it would be perfect for Lewis. Also because of your (my) obsession with Criminal Minds, you guys could go as Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia because who wouldn't want to be his baby girl?

Carlos Sainz: El Matador, el matador!! You guys would go as el Zorro and Elena and would look so cute! Another is Jack Sparrow and Angelica Teach (Puss in Boots and Kitty Softpaws if you guys want to be a little silly). However, Carlos would absolutely lose it if you guys went as Seth Gecko and Santanico Pandemonium from the movie From Dusk Til Dawn.

Max Verstappen: After you find out that Max hasn't seen the Halloween MASTERPIECE that is Hocus Pocus, you make him watch it with you and you guys dress up as Winifred Sanderson (or Sarah) and Billy Butcherson. You would also dress up as Richard Gere and Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman. I can also imagine you guys going as Hiccup and Astrid from How To Train Your Dragon so Max would be able to dress his cats as your respective dragons

Daniel Ricciardo: Hands down you guys will dress up as Woody and Bo Peep because the man LOVES to dress up as a cowboy. Barbie and Ken in their cowboy outfits is also a choice for your guys' costumes. I think he would love the idea of him being a cowboy and you as a saloon girl like in Westworld

The End

[maybege]

Drunken Words Are Sober Thoughts - FBI 11

Summary: The birthday celebration continues but the morning after does not look as fun.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.7k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, hopeless yearning, Josh is annoying af and so are “your” parents

I am not dead and neither is my Hotch obsession, so I am slowly (very slowly!!!) trying to get back into this fic. Let me know what you think, your comments these past months were always an absolute joy to read 🥺

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

You did not know how many cocktails you already had thrown back, each one more colourful than the last.

What had started with a Kiwi Splash had turned into a Sex On The Beach and something else that Emily had pushed into your hand with a grin and a wink. It was hot pink and tasted like sour candy on your tongue. Delicious.

The night went on, the music got louder and you did not know a lot of people in this karaoke bar that the group had chosen but with Penelope and JJ on the dancefloor, you were certainly in good company.

Someone was blaring an offkey rendition of Britney Spears’ Toxic but you could not care less. Your dress was twirling around you, you screamed along with your friends and the rest of the bar for a moment you finally felt like you had found your people. Like you had settled in this strange city away from home with a group of colleagues with whom you had always wanted to fit in.

And how could you not feel welcomed when Penelope threw her arms around your neck and professed her undying love to your dangly earrings?

“Let the birthday girl breathe, Pep,” JJ joked, rocking her hips to the beginning tunes of Get Busy.

“I just think you are beautiful, darling!” Penelope shouted over the music, “Inside and out and you are so lovely and nice and you deserve the best things and I hate to think that you think you don’t deserve the good things this life has to offer you.”

Trying to hide how close her words hit home, you swallowed back the heavy feeling in your chest.

“All right, Garcia,” Emily interjected, taking your blonde friend into her arms, “I think that is enough drinks for tonight. How about we go looking for your hunk somewhere, huh?”

You grinned, pressing a wet kiss to Penelope’s cheek before making your way back to the table the rest of the group was occupying. While drinking all night may be a fun distraction from your usually so boring life, you knew yourself enough to know you needed to drink lots of water if you wanted to function tomorrow.

Though “function” might be too big a word.

The glass of cool tap water – condensation pearling off at the sides – was calling your name and you fought your way through the crowd. It had not seemed this packed with people when you were dancing with your friends but the moment you tried to get to a specific place, your way was blocked by dozens of people just as (if not more) drunk than you.

You were about to squeeze your way between two people (the last hurdle to your table) when they suddenly stepped away from each other. You almost toppled over, squeaking in surprise when your heel got caught in a gap in the creaky floorboards.

It would have made for a nasty fall if it had not been for two strong arms catching you around your waist, gently helping you into your chair.

“There,” Aaron Hotchner's amused smirk greeted you as you looked up, “Drank a little too much, did we?”

“Me?” you asked, finding yourself in the mood to joke, “Never!”

A real, genuine laugh escaped the man before you and you were sure you had never seen anything more beautiful than him laughing. His entire face lit up and the crinkles next to his eyes deepened. You grabbed the fabric of your dress, keeping yourself from tracing the lines of his face with your finger.

Not appropriate, you reminded yourself, So not appropriate.

“Pretty sure you are, though,” he teased back, pushing the glass of water towards you. You smiled in thanks, quickly gulping down a few sips. “You are laughing more than usual, entertaining Reid’s monologues on aviation in the early twentieth century and I am pretty sure,” he looked down between you, “Just like I thought. You are wearing the heels I only ever saw you wear when we celebrated Emily’s birthday at that high-end sushi place.”

“Are – are you drunk profiling me, Agent Hotchner?” you gasped in shock, unable to hide your smile.  

“What happened to Sir?”

Hoping he did not notice the heat spreading through your face, you fiddled with the neckline of your dress, trying to get some air on your body. “Don’t tease me!”

He looked … relaxed. Open. A slow smile spread on his lips as he turned the half-empty glass of scotch in his hand. He was the epitome of confidence and relaxation with how he was leaning back in his chair. You tried to remember the last time you had seen him so … not on edge. No moment came to mind.

You crossed your legs, trying to satiate the pulsing need that had formed in your core. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you tried to remind yourself to not give him anything to read you by. Which seemed impossible considering the man could read you like an open book.

You just hoped you could hide at least a few essential chapters.

The dark-haired man leaned forward then, resulting in his head hovering right next to yours. The proximity was dizzying and intimate and you could not help but breathe him in. He smelled of the scotch and something so masculine it made you daydream about burying your head in the crook of his neck.

 “You sure?” he mumbled, his lips dangerously close to your ear and you audibly gasped for breath, the back of your neck feeling warm as you stared up at him, “Because I have the feeling you rather like me teasing you.” He was so close, looking down at you as his nose almost touched yours and shit you wanted nothing more than to –

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Pen!” you gasped in shock, plastering a big grin on your face in the hopes that she would not see the sheer need written all over your face.

Luckily, your friend seemed to focus on your lack of dancing to notice anything else. She did not even spare a glance at Hotch when he slowly pulled away from you. “Oh, don’t tell me you are getting tired,” she whined, grabbing your hand and dragging you up, “C’mon, let's go back to dancing! Swing those hips, sweetie, we have all night!”

You followed her with a laugh, happy to have the distraction, but not without looking back at Hotch.

And seeing that he still looked at you with a smile.

*

Waking up with a headache was not normally a cause for joy but the morning after your birthday, you still woke up with a smile on your face.

Never in your wildest dreams had you expected the night to turn out the way it did.

The team had shown up with you, not once but twice and even then, continued to make you feel celebrated the entire evening. Hell, Rossi had insisted on covering your tab on the condition that you brought your self-made banana bread to work again. Emily and Derek (and a very drunk Penelope) had sung you the loudest rendition of Happy Birthday you ever heard with Reid and JJ acting as backup dancers/singers.

And Hotch had been the one to see you to your cab when the night had come to an end, making sure you were before nodding at you with a small smile.

A smile that was now on your face as you made your way to the kitchen. You caught a glimpse of the chaos in the living room. Chaos that had not existed when you had left last night. Empty bottles and glasses stacked on top of plates that were not quite as empty and the remnants of the pizzas Josh seemed to have ordered yesterday.

The smell of stale leftovers hung in the air and you hoped that a few slices were left over so you did not have to meal prep for the week.

The kitchen greeted you with much of the same sight and you took a deep breath when you saw your roommate already sitting at the table, a few slices of pizza before him. It wasn’t that you were unhappy to see him, really. You had just hoped to have a few more moments to yourself before being confronted with the events of last night.

“Morning,” he greeted you, chipper as ever.

“Hey,” you greeted back, browsing through the tea drawer. Peppermint? Berries? Earl Grey? You settled on a ginger and lemon brew, hoping that it would help you to wake up.

“That was one hell of a night, huh?”

“It was,” you agreed, “The bar we went to had like three birthday parties at the same time, it was a lot of fun.”

A moment of silence followed and you did not need to look at him to know he did not know what you were talking about. “Oh good,” was what he finally settled on and you closed your eyes, trying to hide your annoyance.

How could it be that the person you had long considered to be your best friend suddenly just … wasn’t the person you knew?

Remembering Derek’s comment from the night before, you decided to take another deep breath and do something you had avoided for a long time: Confront your best friend.

“Josh,” you started carefully, turning around and leaning your hip against the counter, “Can we talk about last night?”

“Sure,” he took another bite of his toast, “What about it?”

“The comment you made in front of my colleagues … That was not okay.”

“What comment?”

For a moment you could feel the doubt creeping up. Was this the right path to go down? Was this worth a conflict with not only your best friend but also your roommate? Was it really as bad as you thought it was? What if he had meant well?

My experience is that the people we need to clarify that about usually don’t care if they mean well or not.

Derek's words echoed in your head and you knew you were right.

“The comment where you implied that I was bad at my job. In front of your friends, my colleagues and my boss,” you recalled, feeling, “That was humiliating and hurtful, Josh.”

A frown formed between his brows. “Why are you so angry? Yeah, so I made a misplaced comment, I am sorry, but didn’t we talk about this already? Besides, it was at a party I organized for you, I think I am allowed to have some leeway here.”

You could feel your eyes bulge out of your head. Was he for real?

“I really appreciate what you were trying to do,” you said calmly, wrapping your hands around the mug and focusing on how the ceramic was warming against your skin, “Really, I do. But did it not occur to you that the only people you invited were your friends?”

“You know them too.”

“I do and they are very nice, I'm sure. But you could have asked if I would have liked someone to join. I left before midnight to celebrate somewhere else with people that I invited.”

He scoffed. “Look, I'm sorry you feel that way,” he threw his hands up, “I was just trying to do something nice and apparently that backfired.”

It did not escape you that the language he used was manipulative as fuck and you bit your tongue from throwing words in his face you would not be able to take back.

“I don’t think this is very productive,” you finally said, “I am going to take a shower and I would really appreciate it if we could talk about this sometime when we are both more clear-headed.”

Though as you made your way to the bathroom, the steaming mug still in your hands, you had the sinking feeling that any following conversation would not bring the closure you hoped it would.

*

As if your day could not get any better, your phone rang just as you stepped out of the shower and into your bedroom.

Recognizing the picture on the screen, you accepted the video call, wrapping your bathrobe a little tighter.

“Hi.”

“Happy birthday, honey!” your mom appeared on the small screen. The living room wall behind her looked just like it had done your entire childhood and you spotted the variety of family pictures she took great care of dusting every week.

“Thank you.”

“Did you have fun?” she asked, “Did you get to go out with Josh and your friends?”

“Yeah, uh,” you hesitated for a moment, “Josh organized a little party here but I ended up going out with the team later. We went for karaoke and it was awesome.”

“You certainly look like you had an awesome night,” she teased and you bit your lip to keep from grinning.

“So … how are you feeling?” she asked and you immediately grew suspicious. You knew that tone and you knew when she was worried.

“Good,” you replied carefully, “Like I said, I had a fun night.”

She hummed and avoided looking at you for a moment and you knew what was about to happen when you saw your father sitting down next to her. Even hundreds of miles apart, you still felt like a child when your parents sat together on the sofa like that one time when you accidentally put a dent in the family car.

“Remember our conversation from a few weeks ago?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I am feeling a lot better now.”

“And I am so glad to hear it,” she smiled and you could tell the genuine worry from where the crease never quite left her forehead, “I talked with your father and we – we think it might be best if you come visit us for a while. Come back home, check

“Just because you don’t think I can't make it as an agent –“

“Hey,” your dad interrupted you gently, “No one is prouder of you than we are, sweetheart, and we know you make for one hell of an agent. But the fact remains that you were miserable for the last couple of months and it might not be a bad idea to try and get to the root of things.”

And by the root of things they meant that you re-discover your passion to become an English teacher at your local middle school.

“I am an adult woman,” you tried again, “I love you and I love that you worry about me. But we need to keep in mind that I made a big move for a job that I was not wholly prepared for. The adjustment period was … longer than I wanted, for sure. But I finally feel like things are moving for the better and this makes me feel like you do not believe in me.”

“We do love you, honey,” your mum assured you, “And I apologize for making you feel like we don’t trust your decisions. I know you are incredibly proud of the work you do and you should be! But I am worried and I would feel better if you took some time off and came to visit us. Allow yourself the grace to breathe, you have been working non-stop since you moved away. There is no way that is healthy.”

You ran your hand over your face, trying to get yourself some time to think over your answer. The horrible thing was you knew your mother was right. Even if you did not want to admit it, you knew that you had been overworking yourself, that ever since Dr Johnson had voiced her doubts, your brain had been on edge and that a break might not be the worst idea.

Especially considering you had not taken any time off since you started your position.

“I hear you,” you started, feeling your eyes sting with tears. But you refused to cry in front of your parents lest they thought they were right and insisted that you come home as soon as possible. The last thing you wanted was to worry them.

“Can you just give me some time to think it over?” you asked, “Taking time off is not as easy as it sounds and I want to make sure that I don’t miss anything important at work.”

“Of course, darling,” your mother agreed, “Let us know anytime.”

But you knew that her anytime meant that your time was running out.

[bambinafangirls]

criminal minds characters 2024 halloween costumes

david rossi: vito corleone

aaron hotchner: clown

derek morgan: danny zuko (savannah is sandy!)

spencer reid: slenderman

elle greenaway: selena

penelope garcia: britney spears

jennifer jareau: tinkerbell

emily prentiss: a minion

kate callahan: morticia adams

tara lewis: catwoman

luke alvez: inspector gadget

matt simmons: superman

[ellebakers]

✭・. WITH MY BEST GIRL (+18)

Mickey Garcia x reader

Summary : Mickey and you are meant for each other, but you're too scared to admit it, until jealousy takes over.

Warnings : Angst but fluff at the end, smut, language.

mickey and you met the first day he was called back to top gun, you were serving beers at the hard deck trying to gently make a certain blond named Jake understand that you weren't interested in his advances, fanboy came to your rescue and since then you have become inseparable.

that's why you find yourself in front of the door of mickey's apartment, a year after your meeting, a gift package in your hands to celebrate his birthday, you rang and in no time the brunette opened the door for you, a big smile on his face and his eyes filled with stars seeing you was the best thing of his day.

"y/n ! I'm glad to see you, you look good."

you lowered your head to hide the blush that appeared on your cheeks.

"thank you mike, happy birthday." you handed him the gift and entered his apartment where most of the guests were present. "y/n thank you, but you didn't have to-" you turned to him, frowning "don't you dare finish your sentence mike, it’s your birthday." he bit his lip to keep himself from smiling even more.

the party continued without seeing mickey too much, after all, he is the star of the day it's normal for people to talk to him, but you would still like to have him all to yourself.

"y/n ! hi baby."

"natasha ! how are you ?"

phoenix is by far your favorite person on the team (other than fanboy of course.)

"oh you know, the routine, the practices, and bradley proposed to me."

"wait WHAT ?!"

you jumped into the arms of phoenix to hug her. "congratulation ! i am so happy for you."

"thank you."

"you have to tell me how he did that."

natasha opened her mouth to explain to you, but at the same time the light went out and toxic by britney spears started, you exchanged a look with phoenix as a circle formed in the middle of the living room.

you decided to approach, but once in front of the show, you froze on the spot, a blonde was doing a lap dance to mickey.

what bothered you the most wasn't the blonde who rubbed against him, but it was the fact that your favorite pilot, the one you had fallen in love with, was holding her hips and seemed to be enjoying what she was doing.

tears were welling up in your eyes, but you couldn't really blame him, you're not in a relationship, but this sight was hurting you, that's why you took your things and headed for the exit.

while you were waiting for the elevator, a door noise was heard, you turned instinctively and saw mickey, you put yourself back in front of the elevator to wipe your tears discreetly.

"you are leaving already, without saying goodbye ?"

he was pissed off, you could hear it in his voice.

"um, yeah, i’m not feeling too well."

"are you sure that's it ?"

"yeah, what else could it be ? you should go back to your party, britney spears is waiting for you."

he scoffed. "if you have something to tell me, go ahead."

the ding of the elevator sounded and you sigh."mickey, there's a gorgeous blonde waiting for you, you shouldn't waste your time with me."

you were hoping he would tell you that you're not a waste of time, but he doesn't say anything.

you wished him a last happy birthday and you left without meeting his gaze.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

 a week passed without news from mickey, he hadn't come to the bar and you hadn't tried to talk to him either.

"you should talk to him sweetie."

penny is an angel but there was no way you would start the conversation.

"absolutely not penny, he didn't try to contradict me when I told him that I was a waste of time, and he didn't try to talk to me."

"he was drunk and lost honey, but he really loves you, and you love him too, don't you ?"

"of course I love him, but that's not the question."

"I don't think like you, but anyway, maverick is going to come with the team to enjoy the beach, you will have the opportunity to talk to him."

"wait wha–"

at the same time the doorbell rang and familiar faces arrived, hangman, rooster, payback, phoenix, coyote, bob and…. fanboy.

an hour had passed without you and mickey exchanging a word.

after a while, a new pilot that you had met on the birthday party, approached the bar.

"um, hi, I don't know if you remember me, we met last saturday."

"yes, steve is that right ?"

the boy smiled "yes, hum you forgot this at the party and phoenix told me you worked here so i wanted to give it to you"

it was your necklace

"oh my god thank you i thought i lost it for good"

he was smiling at you "It's fine, but, how did you manage to have lost it"

you laughed lightly "it's a bit broken, and when I move too much, it comes off"

"why do you keep it then?"

"it has sentimental value" the truth is that it was mickey who gave it to you for your birthday last year.

he nodded.

"So Steve, what can I get you to drink?"

"oh um a coke will be perfect"

"go for a coke then"

you spent the next hour chatting with Steve, he was really nice, he told you how he asked his wife to marry him, how much he loves her, he even showed you pictures of his baby.

"you have a lovely family"

"thanks, what about you–"

a tap on the shoulder prevented steve from continuing

"hellboy, maverick is looking for you, he would like to talk to you"

it was Mickey…

"oh ok, Y/n, thanks for everything"

you nodded smiling at him "it was a pleasure"

he smiled at you, took his can and left.

mickey took his place and stared at you

"what can I get you ?"

"can we talk ?"

"I can't, I'm working"

"oh no y/n, you haven't taken your break yet, go ahead, I manage" you turned to penny with a glare.

mickey had a winning smile on his face

you sigh "okay"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

you and the pilot are used to meeting in a secluded little corner of the beach to talk when one of you needs it, that's why you weren't surprised when mickey headed over there.

once you arrive you sit down.

nobody spoke and it annoyed you, mickey asked to speak to you, but he said nothing.

you then cut the silence "what do you want to talk about ? "

he turned his head towards you

"why are you avoiding me?"

"I am not, you are"

"what ? no i’m not"

you didn't know what to say, you then decided to tell him what you had wanted for too long "ok it's true, I'm avoiding you, I'm avoiding you because you hurt me. You hurt me by letting me go last week without trying to hold me back"

"But I tried, I came when you were waiting for the elevator"

"that's not what I meant. When I told you I was a waste of time, you didn't try to contradict me. You didn't ask me to stay, and I know that I'm selfish to blame you for that, but when I saw you with her, it hurt so much, that's why I left, and I don't know why I blame you, After all, we're not a couple, but the truth is, I wish we were, I love you Mickey, and I know now it's not reciprocal but-"

"What makes you think it isn't ?"

you frown slightly "What ?"

"What makes you think it's not reciprocal ?"

"well, i don’t know, you didn't try to see me this week"

"I gave you space"

"You looked like you were having fun with the blonde"

"On this one I screwed up, but I was drunk and turned on by your outfit, knowing that I couldn't touch you, Y/n you have no idea what the dress you were wearing made me want to do you, so I projected my fantasies onto her, but I didn't sleep with her after you left"

His honesty leaves you speechless and slightly turn on.

"well, hum, again, you didn't try to hold me back"

"yes and again, the only way I wanted to hold you back was by slamming you against that fucking elevator and kissing you, but I knew when in the state I was in, I was going to end up fucking you against it and I didn't want to do a thing that you didn't want"

there was a silence before you shrug your shoulders

"What makes you think I didn't want to"

he didn't move, shocked by your answer, seeing him like that made you smirk.

"fuck it"

before you understand, he crushed his lips against yours in a fiery kiss.

you only step aside when you've run out of air

"y/n i love you so much, you’re the only one for me"

You bit your lip to stop smiling "i love you so much mickey garcia" you kissed him again and an idea came to your mind

you stopped kissing him but he chased your lips away with his

you laid him gently on the sand and positioned yourself above him

his hands automatically landed on your hips "what are you doing ?"

"I will show you how much I love you"

he shook his head "you don't have to.... oh shit"

he bobbed his head back and groaned as you started rocking your hips back and forth against him.

seeing him under you, like that, made you wet even more.

"i want you mickey, i want you to take me"

the more you moved your hips the more you felt him harden against you which made you moan

"shit y/n, you're going to kill me"

his hands were sliding down your summer dress, you were happy that you had chosen a rather short dress when he slipped his hand between your thighs and played with your clit through your panties "gosh, mickey please do something"

he got up slightly and with his other hand he began to undo his belt

he kissed you, letting his tongue enter your mouth you moaned against him as he pushed your panties down and inserted two fingers inside you

"Does it feel good?"

"Fuck yes"

after a few maneuvers, you settled back on him, this time you both were completely naked

he attacked your neck with kisses as you grabbed his erect member and pumped it gently with your hand, which made him moan, then you alternated your movements between fast and slow.

After a while he pushed your hand away "stop, I want to cum inside you"

You kissed him one last time before pressing him, this time hard, against the sand. Your dominant side seemed to please him given the look he gave you. You guided his member towards your center, and in one fell swoop, you impaled yourself on top of him, the feeling was so good that you let out a moan.

You started your moves and Mickey rolled his head back biting his lip to keep from moaning. You weren't trying to hold them back, you wouldn't be able to anyway, so you let your moans come out with every moves,

"shit, mickey i’m gonna"

"I know baby, me too"

after a while fanboy grabbed your hips and swapped positions so he was on top

"damn you're so tight"

you looked down to see where your two bodies were linked, and seeing his cock come out and into you and the sweat dripping down his abs made you moan worthy of a porn movie

Mickey started going faster and faster while playing with your clit and during a strong jerk you arch your back and cum around him. The pilot was not far either, you knew it so to give him a boost you whispered in his ear "if you knew how many times I touched myself imagining that"

And just like that he withdrew and emptied himself on your belly

he lay down on you and did not move in order to catch his breath

you stroked his hair, smiling "Do you want to go swimming ?"

he looked up and smiled at you "with my best girl, always"

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KATANA KOMBAT

Riley evens

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FREYA PARKER

Lucette nice

Aubree valentine

Blake blossom Beeest

Anissa kate

NF Busty

 TIFFANY TATUM 

Alexis Brill

Peneloppe Ferre

Angelica Heart

Baby Jewel

Ashlyn Rae KECY HILL

VIOLA BAILEY

Bailey Brooke

Pristine Edge

Noelle Easton

CANELA SKIN

KIMMY LEE

Aubrey Sinclair

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Martina Smeraldi

Danika Mori Brutál

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[garciailoveyou]

Extremely specific headcanon, but to me Garcia looks like she would wear Britney Spear’s “Fantasy” perfume because:

It’s an extremely sweet scent and she is extremely sweet <3

It’s quite strong so it would match her self-assurance

It comes in a pink, diamanté-studded bottle!

It launched in 2005 and I can just imagine Garcia wandering into a perfumier (perhaps to treat herself after the Seattle Strangler case), buying Fantasy for the bottle alone, and then finding the powerful smell helped her feel better after looking at particularly gory crime scene photos. She immediately buys another bottle to keep on her desk and she sprays it around like deodoriser after Gideon eats takeout in her den. Garcia’s lair never quite loses the scent of the perfume.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🗞️ Bookish News: August 2024 Edition

🦇 Extra, extra. Read all about it! Good evening, bookish bats! A lot happened in the publishing industry this month, but here are a few highlights you may have missed! ⤵

📺 Adaptations 💜 The Southern Book Club’s Guide to Slaying Vampires: limited series on HBO 💜 His & Hers - Alice Feeney: limited series for Netflix 💜 The God of the Woods and The Unseen World - Liz Moore: series for Sony 💜 My Lady Jane cancelled by Prime after one season 💜 Mark Hamill has joined the highly anticipated adaptation of Stephen King’s The Long Walk 💜 Court of Thorns and Roses series faces another setback - showrunner exits the production 💜 Trailer for Season 2 of Pachinko 💜 Britney Spears’ memoir is being made into a biopic 💜 Tom Blyth and Emily Bader starring in Netflix’s People We Meet on Vacation by Emily Henry 💜 The Games of Thrones prequel promos are out 💜 Burn Book: A Tech Love Story - Kara Swisher optioned as a series 💜 Every Summer After - Carley Fortune - Amazon series 💜 Regretting You - Colleen Hoover - McKenna Grace to star ppposite Allison Williams 💜 Verity - Colleen Hoover - no casting yet 💜 Percy Jackson season 2 is currently filming, and Sandra Bernhard, Kristen Schaal, and Margaret Cho have joined the cast of the Disney+ series 💜 Remarkably Bright Creatures - Shelby Van Pelt - Sally Field to star 💜 Bridgerton cast Yerin Ha as Sophie Beckett, Benedict’s love interest 💜 The Picture of Dorian Gray is getting a contemporary TV series adaptation 💜 Kazuo Ishiguro’s debut novel A Pale View of Hills is getting an adaptation

📕 Cover Reveals 💜 When We Were Real - Daryl Gregory 💜 Blood on Her Tongue - Johanna van Veen 💜 Frenemies with Benefits - Synithia Williams 💜 The ABCs of Democracy - Hakeem Jeffries 💜 Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell - Susanna Clarke 💜 Cleavage: Men, Women, and the Space Between Us - Jennifer Finney Boylan 💜 The Silent Emperor - Snorri Krsitjansson 💜 Nothing Bad Happens Here - Rachel Ekstrom Courage 💜 Open, Heaven - Seán Hewitt 💜 And, Too, the Fox - Ada Limón & Gaby D’Alessandro 💜 On Again, Awkward Again - Erin Entrada Kelly and Kwame Mbalia 💜 Stop Me if You’ve Heard This One - Kristen Arnett 💜 Stage Dance - Torrey Peters 💜 The Hymn to Dionysus - Natasha Pulley 💜 Time After Time - Mikki Daughtry 💜 Pizza Witch - Sarah Graley & Stef Purenins 💜 A Drop of Corruption - Robert Jackson Bennett

⏰ Upcoming Releases 💜 Young Sheldon actress Raegan Revord is publishing her debut young adult novel, Rules for Fake Girlfriends 💜 Liza Minnelli has announced a new tell-all memoir 💜 Brooke Shields is Not Allowed to Get Old - Brooke Shields 💜 Maureen Johnson has announced a new book which she describes as “a case file in book form,” with a sealed solution in the back of the book: You Are the Detective: The Creeping Hand Murder 💜 Olympic track star Allyson Felix has sold North American rights to a memoir, Fast and Slow, to the Dial Press 💜 Meghan Markle is allegedly planning on releasing a tell-all memoir 💜 House of Blight - Maxym M. Martineau 💜 Tor acquired Talia Hibbert’s romantasy debut The Last Thorn

🗞️ News 💜 Francine Pascal, author of the Sweet Valley High books, died at 92 💜 This year’s longlist for the Booker Prize has been announced 💜 Flatiron is debuting a new imprint, Pine and Cedar Books 💜 New GMA Book Club pick: The Seventh Veil of Salome - Silvia Moreno-Garcia 💜 Algerian boxer and gold medalist Imane Khelif has filed a cyber harassment lawsuit against Elon Musk and JK Rowling for their disparaging comments about the boxer’s gender during the Olympics 💜 Kristen Bell will be reuniting with her Frozen costar, Josh Gad, to narrate his upcoming children’s book PictureFace Lizzy

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

Ghostwriter CH 22

Unbetad Unedited Unhinged || AO3 Wattpad

Character(s): Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Mercedes Griffin, Curt Haverfield, Calliope Anderson oc, Addison Tate oc, Veronica Clark oc, TJ Miller oc

Pairing(s): Kendall Knight/Original Female Character, Kendall Knight & James Diamond & Carlos Garcia & Logan Mitchell, Kendall Knight & Jennifer Knight,

Word Count: 5022

 “What are you doing?” 

Ronnie screamed and whirled around. She tensed up, and her face turned red. It was safe to say the songwriter assumed that no one would be around after work, but yet again, Kendall was around. She brushed hair from her face and coughed into her hand. Britney Spears was playing over the sound system. Kendall leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. One day, she would shave off his eyebrows to get him back. 

“Stop sneaking up on me!” She looked around frantically for her yellow sweatshirt. The blue one was in the wash. 

“It’s not my fault you’re pretending the recording studio is a dance studio,” Kendall chuckled and pushed off the door frame. “Why do you do that?” 

“Because it’s easier than dancing in front of people,” 

“Yeah, but like… Did you have that entire choreography memorized?” 

“Yes? Why is this a shock to you?” Ronnie rolled her eyes and put the broom down. She went over to the speakers to turn them off, but Kendall stopped her. 

“Teach it to me,” 

“What? I’m not a dance instructor!” The tips of her ears turned even redder. 

“So?” Kendall shrugged. “You know it well, don’t you?” 

“Obviously, but I can’t just– No!” Ronnie pulled her hair into a ponytail. 

“It would be fun, come on.” Kendall pleaded with big, sad eyes. “You’re so mean to me,” 

“God, I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Ronnie muttered as she restarted the song she was previously listening to. 

Oops!... I Did It Again came on, and she ensured there was enough room for the both of them. Her feet were cold, and her hands tingled. She was nervous. Primarily because she didn’t think she should listen to Britney Spears’ music. That was reserved for gorgeous girls who soaked up the spotlight like a sponge. Kendall watched her top half fold down, and her feet started to move. She moved in sync with the music. At first, he thought she was teaching herself the choreography, but it seemed more like she understood it without looking. He could only imagine that she danced alone in her room because she was worried about showing someone else. The blonde could hear her heavy breathing as she moved but wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment or exhaustion. He was weirdly hypnotized. Although he wanted to be able to follow her movements, he was stuck. His feet wouldn’t move. It was wrong of him to watch, but he couldn’t stop watching. 

“Ronnie!” Mercedes burst through the door. Everyone in the room froze. “I didn’t know we were having a dance party,” her eyes lit up. 

Ronnie tripped over her shoelace and faceplanted on the hardwood. Kendall jumped and pulled her to her feet. 

“Anyway, I was going to tell you all about my date with TJ, but… I can see you’re occupied. I’ll take it you, and Curt didn’t have a good date last night.” 

“What?” Ronnie’s eyes widened. “No! We had a great date!” The songwriter laughed awkwardly. 

“Oh. I figured since you’re in a room alone with Kendall that–” 

“Nope! No! Let’s go talk outside!” Ronnie said loudly. She laughed awkwardly as she dragged Mercedes out of the recording studio by her arm. 

Kendall stood there, confused and a bit awkward. Did Mercedes think they were dating? Wait, what happened with Ronnie and Curt? He let them leave. They didn’t need him, and he didn’t want to hear them talk about girly things like boys or their dates last night. The thought of eavesdropping crossed his mind, but he couldn’t do that to Ronnie. No matter how curious or nosy he is. Then again, there was a backup solution. 

Thankfully, James also stayed at Rocque Records. He found his best friend in the costuming department looking through the clothes. It was well known that James took a lot of clothes because they were flashy or couture. He had a very voguish style. Kendall had only worn this costume once, but it was time to dust it off and use it for good purposes. Well, he had innocent intentions. Eavesdropping gave him insight into Ronnie’s relationship and feelings towards the band. He was more interested in what kind of boyfriend Curt was. 

“Hey, James?” Kendall looked through the rack of dresses. “Do we have that black wig?” 

“Why do you want the black wig– Are you hiding from the paparazzi?” James gasped and spun around. “Wait, wait, wait. Can we both go out there in costumes.” 

“Why?” 

“Please!” 

“Okay, fine.” Kendall pulled a hanger off the rack and tilted his head. “But I’m not the only one dressing up as a woman.” 

“Wait, we’re dressing up as women–” 

James wasn’t happy, but he would support his friend no matter what. At least he wasn’t satisfied until he looked in the mirror. Playing with the brown wig and adjusting the sundress, he smiled and leaned forward. Carefully, he touched up the makeup in the big mirror while Kendall sat at the vanity, adjusting the black wig on his head. 

You should dress up as a girl more often,” James said casually. He moved from the mirror to the shelf, holding purses. To him, this was the most challenging part because he needed a purse matching his eyes. 

“Really?” Kendall nearly choked on his spit. He only wore this costume when he and Jo tried to avoid the paparazzi, thanks to Jett Stetson. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Jett for a while. 

“Hey, maybe Ronnie might like this?” James chuckled, picking up a tan purse with gold accents. 

“No, I don’t– She’s not gay– Is she? Do I have a crush on a gay girl?” 

“What? No,” James spun around. The skirt of the dress spun with him. “It’s not like you’re cross-dressing every second of the day.” 

“Okay, okay. I do not want to hear anything else.” Kendall tossed the black hair over his shoulder. “How do I look?” 

“If I didn’t know you, I would have no idea who you are.” James grinned. “What about me?” 

“You look like a girl.” 

“That’s the point!” 

Mercedes and Ronnie were in Griffith Park. Mercedes sat on the blanket while Ronnie lay on her back, looking at the clouds. Every once in a while, the songwriter looked at her phone and then put it down with a heavy sigh. The blonde girl dabbed at her lipgloss in the handheld mirror. 

“You’ve stalled long enough. Tell me what’s going on with you and Curt.” Mercedes tossed her hair over her shoulder. “From what I saw last night, it did not look like you two were having a good date.” 

“It’s nothing,” Ronnie drummed her fingers against her stomach. Her body language alone made it easy to tell she was anxious. “It’s been at least a day, and he hasn’t responded to me. It’s not like he hasn’t answered my texts in a week.” 

“Yes, but it bothers you.” Mercedes stuffed her mirror in her purse. Her dog was rolling around in the grass nearby. “You can’t keep these things bottled up, or they’ll explode when you least expect it.” 

“How was your date with TJ?” Ronnie changed the subject poorly.

Mercedes paused; the words tingled the tip of her tongue, but she frowned and crossed her arms. She slapped the girl's upper arm. 

“You can’t just change the subject either!” 

“What? There’s nothing to talk about,” Ronnie squinted to discern the shape of one of the clouds. It was either a heart or a rubber duck. 

“I hardly think there’s anything to discuss when your boyfriend hasn’t responded to you in nearly 24 hours.” Mercedes huffed. “Aren’t you worried?” 

“Why should I be? If he wants to talk to me, he’ll talk to me.” 

“So you’ll wait until he decides he wants to talk to you?” 

“Yeah? I don’t think I did anything wrong on our date, and I don’t know what I should do in a situation like this, so I’ll wait it out.” Ronnie propped herself up on her elbows. 

“If– If I knew he would be like this, I would have never given you his phone number.” 

“It’s not your fault.” 

“I’m partially responsible!” Mercedes lay down next to the songwriter on the checkered blanket. “When I met him, he started flirting with me, and I told him I wasn’t interested. Then he asked if I had any friends I could set him up with,” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…” 

“Not necessarily bad, but sleazy.” Mercedes tucked her hair behind her ear. Her golden curls encircled her head like a halo. 

“Whatever it is, I’ll wait until he decides to talk to me.” Ronnie sighed and opened her phone again, but Mercedes took it. 

“Stop looking! You’ll freak yourself out!” 

“I’m not going to freak out.” Ronnie rolled her eyes. 

“Okay. So, who’s supposed to message you?” 

“No one…” 

“Exactly. You’re checking your text messages and wondering when Curt will text you back!” Mercedes sat up. “I know what you need, something to take your mind off him.” 

“Does Curt even like me? He seemed… off at dinner.” Ronnie covered her face with her hands. “God, why are relationships so complicated?” 

“Because people are complicated,” Mercedes chuckled. “But trust me, it’ll be okay. Maybe he’s busy.” 

“Yeah, that’s it. He’s busy.” Ronnie nodded. But she didn’t believe Curt was busy. Even when busy, he always found time to talk to her. It was strange that he was radio silent all of a sudden. She knew that if a guy wanted to, he would move mountains for whoever he liked. For a second, she thought about Kendall. He always spent time with her, even if she didn’t want him to. He was annoying, but she knew he wanted her around. 

“What are we doing here?” James whined. Since the last time he dressed as a girl, he had been practicing how he walked in heels. 

“Just wait,” Kendall put a finger to James’ mouth. He looked around, scanning the faces of everyone at the park. 

The boy in the dark wig spotted the two girls lying on a blanket, looking at the clouds. He dragged James by the hand to get closer, or at least within earshot. Eavesdropping was morally reprehensible, but Kendall couldn’t care less. Ronnie probably wouldn’t open up to him because Ronnie couldn’t trust him. He seemed to have forgotten how they started on the wrong foot. No matter how much he tried, nothing could make up for the horrible first impression he gave her. Of course, he couldn’t blame her. Looking back at it, Kendall most likely would have kicked himself or punched himself if he ever talked to her like that again. All he could hope for was that their rocky first impressions wouldn’t ruin anything further down the line. Whether they ended up together, he would be content with being her friend. He dragged James over to an empty bench and sat down. On the way, he grabbed a newspaper from someone to cover their faces. 

“You know, I almost set you up with Kendall.” 

The singer’s ears perked. James gave him a questioning look. The brunette wasn’t aware that they were spying on Ronnie and Mercedes. 

“Kendall? Please, that would have been a disaster.” Ronnie laughed. 

“Oh! Don’t say it like that! You never know what can happen,” 

“Right, right.” Ronnie snorted. “It’s just funny!” 

The blonde’s shoulders slumped, and he frowned. Maybe he hadn’t been the nicest to her, but he was making up for it, or at least trying. He wanted to be there for her and to pick her up when she fell. It might be motivated by something more than platonic feelings, but he would never act on those feelings unless they were mutual. Kendall lowered the newspaper hesitantly. His green eyes peeked over the grey paper. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he liked her laugh and how she smiled. 

It had been a few days since Curt stopped responding to her texts. Meanwhile, more of the songs for the second album were being completed. She sent him good morning texts and good night texts. Ronnie had yet to learn if Curt opened or looked at them, but she hoped he would respond soon. She sat outside Rocque Records with Freight Train, trying to create another song for the album. She and Gustavo were closer to finishing than they thought, but the entire rehearsal and accompaniment came. 

“Hey, Birdie!” 

Ronnie looked up even though she wasn’t sure if the voice was addressing her. Kendall came out of Rocque Records, and she rolled her eyes. If it weren’t for the fact they worked together, she would assume he was practically following her at this point. 

“Birdie?” She closed her songbook, tucked the pen inside, and wrapped the leather cord around it. “What the hell does that mean?” 

“Your hair,” Kendall gestured awkwardly. “First, it was blue, and suddenly it’s green. What’s next? Red?” 

“No idea. I have to see what hair dye I have.” 

“How's the album coming along?” 

“It’s going great! We’re almost finished.” 

The duo settled into silence. It wasn’t awkward. The conversation fell flat. Ronnie cleared her throat and drummed her fingers on her thighs. 

“You’re a guy, yeah?” She looked up at him. 

“I’m not sure if I like where this is going.” 

“I don’t flirt a lot. Could you help me flirt with guys? I want to uhh be flirty to Curt, so maybe he’ll want to talk to me.” 

Kendall’s brain flatlined. His mind went blank. Did he hear her right? Did she really ask that? The tips of his ears burned, and he tried to contain his embarrassment. She was so shamelessly forward about it, but at the same time, Ronnie was still so awkward about it. 

“Okay, first of all, you can’t ask a guy like that, especially not if you’re in a relationship.” Kendall sat down next to her. “But do you seriously not know how to flirt?” 

“No.” Ronnie shook her head. 

“I– “ Kendall paused and looked at her. He was taken aback. She was serious. “I don’t know how to teach you to flirt with your boyfriend.” 

“Worth a shot,” she shrugged and stood up. “See you at home, I guess,” She gave him a half wave and started walking away. Fright Train didn’t move. He was employed to look after the members of Big Time Rush, not their songwriter. 

“Hey, wait!” Kendall ran after her. He stopped in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders. “You can’t– You can’t just say that and walk away like it’s nothing.” 

Ronnie blinked twice and furrowed her brows in confusion. 

“That was flirting! This,” he gestured between the two of them. “We are not a thing. You can’t flirt with me.” 

“I understood you the first time.” 

“Because then that would be cheating, and cheating on your boyfriend wouldn’t be the smartest idea, considering there are cameras everywhere–” 

“I don’t care,” Ronnie shouldered past him. 

“You don’t care?” Kendall turned on his heel. 

“No. I don’t care. I can always explain it to Curt, and the public can think what they want as long as I know what actually happened.” 

“You don’t get what it’s like living in Hollywood, do you?” Kendall fell into step beside her. “You’ve been thrust into the public spotlight, and you’ll be scrutinized no matter what.” 

“So? It can’t get that bad, and besides, who has enough time on their hands to send death threats over people you know nothing about.” 

“I– Okay, I guess I underestimated how naive you could be.” 

“I am not naive.” She shoved his shoulder. “The paparazzi doesn’t own my life,” 

“Okay, okay. The paparazzi don’t own your life yet.” Kendall conceded. 

“Exactly. I have no need to fear them,” 

Yeah? What about when Curt outed your relationship to the media?” 

“It wasn’t that bad.” Ronnie tucked hair behind her ear. “Okay, so if I can’t ask you to help me flirt with a guy, can you at least answer a question?” 

“Guys aren’t hard to understand, but I’ll answer your question.” 

“What does it mean when a guy won’t answer your texts?” 

The question wasn’t blunt, but it startled Kendall. From an outsider's perspective, he would have assumed that Ronnie and Curt’s relationship was going well. He would have never guessed that something was going on. Curt made her happy. Nothing was going on, even if he did get his hopes up a little. Was it wrong to want them to break up? 

“It– It’s not– Not– “ Kendall stammered. How should he word this? The last thing he wanted to do was freak her out. “There could be a million reasons why a guy won’t answer your texts,” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “How many texts are you sending him?” 

“Since Thursday? Two.” Ronnie furrowed her brows. “What would that have to do with him not texting me?” 

“Well…” He cringed, trying to explain. “If you sent more than two texts, he could have been overwhelmed when his phone always goes off, but… That can’t be it if you’ve sent him two texts in four days.” 

“Okay? Then what else?” 

“Isn’t he endorsed by RCM CBT? He might be doing PR meetings or shooting commercials to sell products. That, combined with hockey practice, he’s a pretty busy guy. I don’t think he would ignore you on purpose.” 

“How can you be so sure?” Ronnie narrowed her eyes. “You could be saying this to mess with me or– or to put a wedge between me and Curt.” 

“I’m not, I promise!” Kendall put his hands up. “If you don’t believe me, then we can… Pinky swear on it!” 

“Pinky swear? What? Am I ten?” Ronnie was not impressed. 

“Okay, fine. If I break the promise, then you can order me around like a butler for a week.” 

“Seriously?” 

“I have to do whatever you say without complaint.” Kendall waggled his pinky finger. 

“Alright, fine.” Ronnie wrapped her pinky around his. “But, so that you know, this pinky swear is binding verbal consent.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I know what I agreed to…” 

“Good! You’re aware of the stakes!” 

Although Kendall had been vague, his answers were helpful. It eased her mind for a while. She returned to the Palm Woods with a pep in her step. There were infinite possibilities and reasons as to why Curt wasn’t answering her texts, and she was sure that almost none of them had anything to do with her. Or, at least, she was sure of it. Other resident passed by her to get to the pool with their floaties and towels. Looking to her right, she noticed many more people in the pool area than there used to be. When she first arrived at the Palm Woods, it was mostly vacant except for a few people scattered around, but it was like they were having a party out there. Then she noticed the blonde girl dancing on top of the speakers. It didn’t seem like she knew the blonde until she realized Addison loved parties. Some guy with a mullet and a multicolored leotard was shredding on an electric guitar. Residents in swimwear cheering and hollering surrounded him. Ronnie was surprised Bitters hadn’t come by to shut this outdoor party down. It looked like her friend was having a great time dancing on the big black speakers. 

She spotted Guitar Dude, Lucy, and Stella in the back corner. The songwriter only met Stella once during freshman year when TJ brought her over to his house to study for their French quiz. Back then, his little sister was shorter and had her head buried in her phone. Her braids were decorated with gold and gemstones. Stella adopted the aesthetic of L.A. pretty quickly. She seemed to blend in, but TJ, Callie, and Addison stood out. Lucy strummed on her guitar and sang a song that could barely be heard by the somewhat small crowd of teens and the guy with the mullet shredding on his guitar. Guitar Dude, aka Kevin as she knows him, was reading one of Pop Tiger’s latest magazines. Ronnie and Curt were on the front cover. 

“Veronica!” Stella’s eyes lit up, and she waved the songwriter over. “I didn’t know you were famous! I can’t believe you’re in a magazine!” 

“What?” Ronnie furrowed her brows and looked at the magazine Kevin was holding. 

Is Hollywood’s new teen couple being invaded by a rising star? It was written in bold white letters on the bottom right corner of the image. In the bottom right of the cover was a smaller image of Big Time Rush accompanied by an inside scoop on how they write their music. The green-haired girl couldn’t quite figure out why the tabloids gossiped about her relationship, but it didn’t matter. Curt and Ronnie knew their relationship was going well and a breakup would not be imminent. Would it? 

“Yeah, dude, some paparazzi snagged a picture of you and Kendall on your birthday.” Kevin turned the magazine to show her. In the middle of the article was a picture of Ronnie and Kendall running through the streets of L.A. 

“That’s taken out of context.” Ronnie felt her face heat up. Was this the reason Curt wasn’t texting her? Did he assume she was cheating on him? 

“They’re always taken out of context. But at least Curt knows what happened, right?” Lucy shrugged. “They can’t do anything if nothing is going on.” 

Panicked, the songwriter pulled out her phone and frantically texted Curt. Kendall’s answer from earlier slipped her mind as she quadruple-texted him. She needed him to know that nothing was going on. She needed him to know she loved him. She needed him to know that she and Kendall were friends and would only ever be friends. 

“You’re texting Curt, aren’t you?” Lucy deadpanned. 

“I didn’t know there was an article about this!” Ronnie sat in one of the lawn chairs placed around the unlit bonfire. 

“Didn’t he ask you about your birthday?” Kevin asked. 

“No. He didn’t ask me about anything last night. He was oddly quiet. Instead of looking at me, it was like he was looking through me.” Ronnie’s shoulders slumped. 

“Wait, what happened on your birthday? Did you get drunk and accidentally kiss a guy who isn’t your boyfriend?” Stella’s eyes sparkled. “Because I’ve also done that, and I’m here for you,” 

“I didn’t tell Curt about my birthday, and instead of telling him once the guys found out, I just… Sort of let Kendall take me ice skating. But I mean, it was platonic, and he only took me ice skating because I was upset about my birthday.” Ronnie anxiously twirled a strand of hair around her finger. 

“Okay, how many dates have you gone on with Curt?” Lucy set her guitar aside. 

“Two. Why?” 

“And how many have you gone on with Kendall?” 

“We haven’t gone on– “ 

“How many times has Kendall taken you somewhere, and it’s only been the two of you?” Lucy corrected herself. 

“He took me sightseeing around L.A., and then he took me to the zoo that once, then the ice skating thing, which was all platonic. He only took me to the zoo because I wouldn’t leave my apartment.” 

“So, you’ve gone out with Kendall more times than you’ve gone out with your own boyfriend?” Lucy sucked on her teeth and nodded. “Okay,” 

“Something tells me Kendall likes you more than your boyfriend.” Stella chimed in. “Did you initiate the dates, or did he?” 

“It’s about 50/50 for that.” Ronnie shrugged. 

“But, compared to Kendall, who’s asked you to spend time with him….” Stella hummed and tapped her chin. “It’s pretty clear who you should be with,” 

“Hold on,” Lucy sighed. “Putting that conclusion aside. Do you feel like Curt wants to be with you?” 

“Well, yeah. He called me his girlfriend and kissed me on the forehead. We hug and hold hands all the time.” Ronnie anxiously fidgeted with her hair. “Is there something else we’re supposed to do?” 

“I know! Has he ever kissed you? Like really kissed you?” Kevin asked. “Girls are always talking about that,” 

“Do forehead kisses not count as real kisses?” Ronnie knit her brows in confusion. “I don’t– What are you guys trying to say?” 

“Nothing!” Lucy shook her head. “We’re not trying to imply anything. We’re trying to get you to think about your relationship.” 

“In that case, I think Curt and I are more than okay with being boyfriend and girlfriend.” Ronnie crossed her arms. “We’ve said we loved each other,” 

Curt checked his phone and sighed. What was with all these texts? He was giving her the silent treatment. Shouldn’t she have figured this out already? Part of him wondered if Ronnie would even notice he was upset. If she hadn’t seen it at this point, she was too self-absorbed. Of course, that’s what you get with today's rising stars. Far too self-involved to care about how other people feel. It was sad. He thought he liked her enough. She was pretty and had her quirks. The hockey player at least thought he could look past her quirks because she would be famous soon enough, considering she was writing music for the Big Time Rush, but the tabloids barely knew her name. She was doing all this for zero recognition. It was as if she was putting herself on display simply because she could. 

A girl wearing a cropped leather jacket with curly brown hair and striking dark brown eyes walked into the room. The highlighted points on her face glittered with the studio lighting and accented her dark skin. Confidence was radiating off of her. Curt had no idea who she was, but Lindy Lam greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. The two walked over to the directors' chairs placed in the set, where the hockey player was sitting idly. 

“Okay, this interview is a big one. We need you both on the same page.” Lindy carefully brushed her hair back. “Curt, we’ll be asking you all about your girlfriend Veronica what’s her name? Lynette will answer any and all questions you have regarding girl behavior.” 

“What?” Curt blinked twice. 

“Excuse me?” Lynette scoffed. “That was not why you invited me on Starstruckk entertainment. You said you would interview the two biggest stars from RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid.” The black girl crossed her arms and slouched. 

“I thought you would ask me questions about my hockey team.” Curt furrowed his brows. “What’s will all this curiosity surrounding my girlfriend? I’m famous, too!” 

“Compensating for something?” Lindy giggled behind her hand. “I can’t reveal much, but when we’re live, everything will be explained. Trust me.” 

“I can trust you as far as I can throw you,” Curt grumbled. 

“Just because you’re my aunt doesn’t mean you can do this.” Lynette brushed her hair from her face and sighed. 

“And we’re going live in 3… 2…” 

“Good afternoon! My name is Lindy Lam, and I’m here with the youngest hockey player for the L.A. Kings, Curt Haverfeild, and the dancer for the rising girl group Kat’s Crew, Lynette Smith!” 

Curt and Lynette waved to the camera with tight, awkward smiles. 

“The fans are just dying to know. What is going on with your relationship, Curt?” Lindy turned to him with a customer service smile. He was starting to sweat under the lights. 

The camera panned to him and zoomed in on his face. 

“What’s to say? We’re doing great!” 

“Are you sure? Sources tell me that Veronica, your girlfriend, has been seen running around with Kendall Knight from Big Time Rush.” 

“They work together, of course, they would be running around…” Curt chuckled awkwardly. Lindy discreetly nudged him with her foot. “Obviously, I am a little concerned with BTR’s rising fame and how much time she spends with them, but I can’t stop her from going to work.” 

“If you could, would you?” 

“In a heartbeat,” Curt answered without thinking. His eyes widened, and he looked at the camera, sweating profusely. He shook his head frantically. “No, no. I wouldn’t get in the way of her dream. I would never forgive myself.” 

“I see,” Lindy had this look in her eyes, and her smile turned into a grin. “So, Lynette.” She turned to the girl on the other side. “Didn’t Hawk Records announce they were going to be working with the girl group? What happened with that?” 

Lynette was equally as sweaty under the stage lights. She gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles. “I don’t know what happened, but Rocque Records has welcomed Kat’s Crew with open arms.” 

“Yes, Kat’s Crew initially signed with Rocque Records a few months ago.” Lindy looked at the camera, and it zoomed in on her face. “We contacted Rocque Records for insight, but they have declined our calls.” 

Lynette squirmed. She didn’t like being on live television. Curt didn’t like it either. 

“Lynnette, how would you feel if someone you were dating was cheating on you with a rising celebrity?” Lindy asked the girl. 

“Cheating? Ronnie is not cheating.” Curt tensed up. “I would know if she’s cheating on me,” 

“Oh? That seemed to get your attention.” Lindy chuckled. “Are you aware this photo was taken of Clark and Knight on her birthday?” 

Behind them, the screen projected a somewhat blurry photo of Ronnie and Kendall running through downtown L.A. Curt cringed. It hurt being reminded that his girlfriend hadn’t told him about her birthday, and it was even worse because Kendall knew. The boyband she worked with knew more about her than he did. The image could have been taken out of context at a glance, but something told him that he didn’t have anything to worry about. Ronnie wouldn’t cheat on him with Kendall. The media was trying to spin it into something it’s not. 

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words- Part 5

Summary: It’s dog fight football day how will Mute and Ramble handle it? Will feelings be hurt on the sunny california day? 

Pairing: Romantic!(slow burn) Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Afab!OC

Warnings: Swearing, tattoos, drinking, anxiety I think that’s it. As always if I missed anything please let me know. 

Word count: 2995

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Jane and John had both eaten a quick bowl of cereal and some fruit for breakfast as they had slept in and were running slightly late for their afternoon plans. They got dressed quickly. Jane opted for black biker shorts and one of John’s shirts because she wanted one that had a bigger fit today. John put on a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. They both wore gym shoes. 

The car ride over was filled with the duo singing along to one of John’s playlists. It bounced between the Black Eyed Peas to Britney Spears to Three Doors Down. They talked about when they were going to order the stuff for the home theater. Ramble brought up Fanboy to which Mute blushed and told him to drop it. They pulled into the parking lot of the bar both excited to play dog fight football for the first time. 

They saw that some of the others had already arrived and that some of them weren’t there yet. Jane was the first one out of the car this time. But John was quick to meet her on her side of the car. He opened the back door and reached into their beach bag for the sunscreen. He sprayed down Jane and then she returned the action. He grabbed the bag as Jane went to the trunk grabbing out their chairs just in case. 

Mute had a really good feeling about the day. After the week with the crew she was finally starting to feel like she fit in. The final point was what Mickey told her last night. How they were all her friends and that they loved having her here. More importantly, he was her friend. 

As they made their way behind the building they heard music coming from inside. As they rounded the building they saw Fanboy, Payback, Halo, and Hangman already on the patio. Fanboy and Mute made eye contact over Hangman’s shoulder and Mute put a finger to her lips telling him to be quiet. She carefully made her way behind Hangman. Once she was about a foot away from him she let out a loud “boo” which had the pilot jumping in the air screaming. 

He whipped around seeing the duo giggling behind him. Mute had a giant triumphant smile on her face. “Fuck Mute you’re just as sneaky as Bob is.” He told her, shaking his head. Mute made her way up the stairs gaining high fives from Payback and Halo. 

“Hi Fanboy.” Mute said to the back seater and he decided he’d never get tired of hearing her say his callsign. 

“Hiya Mute, have a good drive in?” He asked her with a friendly smile on his face.

“We did, even though I had to listen to John’s absolutely terrible singing the whole time.” John smacked the red head's arm at that. 

“Hey don’t be rude, I’m the best fucking singer you’ve ever heard.” He told her with a pout. 

“Oh yes I’m so sorry forgive me oh amazing one.” Mute said, trying hard not to laugh. Fanboy just stared at her, happy to see her calmer and more relaxed than when she left the night before. He hoped he could see her like this everyday. 

“I’ll forgive you this time. But only because you are just too damn cute not to.” John said as he tapped her nose with his finger giving her a beaming smile. She swatted his hand away in return before giving him an equally happy smile. 

“Where’s everyone else at?” John asked the group of aviators. 

“Omaha decided to stay home because his wife isn’t feeling well today. Fritz and Rooster are inside helping Penny, Mav and Hondo with something. Bob and Phoenix are on their way.” Halo replied to the taller man. 

“Where’s Coyote at?” Mute asked Hangman, the blonde seemed mildly surprised at the question. The only time she had spoken to him was in the air. 

“He had to run by the store to grab a case of water and some chips for lunch. He should be here soon though. Then we’ll see how good you play.” He responded to her sending a wink her way at the end of the sentence. 

“She’s gonna whoop your ass bagman.” Phoenix spoke up from behind him as she and Bob rounded the corner. Mute gave her a fist bump as they made their way onto the patio. 

“I’m gonna run the food inside. Then we can head out to the beach and get our chairs set up.” Phoenix said to Mute as she passed her, Mute gave her a nod in reply. Phoenix was quick running the food in and was out in less than a minute. As the two front seaters started down the stairs Mickey, John and Bob joined them. 

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They had finished setting up about 15 minutes ago. Chairs, umbrellas, coolers and bags all lined up. Natasha, Bob and Mickey had explained the rules of dogfight football and now they were all sat talking getting to know each other better. Mute stood up and announced she was going to run up to the bar and asked if anyone needed anything. They all told her they were fine. 

Then she was on her way to the building. She passed by Coyote on the patio who must've gotten there while they were setting up. She gave him a nod in greeting before slipping into the building a wave of cool air hitting her as she entered. Right before the door closed she heard Hangman speak up. 

“Have any of you heard her talk as much as she did this morning when she got here?” He asked the group but Mute didn’t stick around to hear their reply. She rushed to the bathroom as anxiety flowed through her.

She had finally felt like she was fitting in. She was hoping she could find a group where she was comfortable. But now she was regretting talking so much. She should’ve known better, thoughts of her childhood flowed through her mind. All the times kids, teachers and her parents told her she talked too much. How the kids would tell her to just shut up already. How her parents would reprimand her when teachers would write on her report cards that she was talkative. 

She had decided when she graduated high school and started the academy that she wouldn’t talk to anyone unless it was a superior. John was the only one she had opened up to in ages. He had wormed his way into her life no matter how much she silently protested. Now her heart broke as she realized it was like high school all over again.

She quickly went to the bathroom before slipping back outside and walking down the beach. Everyone was gathered around near the water so she hurried her steps until she was stood by John. He flung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug continuing his conversation with Maverick. She noticed a beautiful woman she hadn't seen before standing and talking to Rooster about something. As their conversation died out Mav turned to Mute. 

“Hey Mute.” He greeted her with his usual Maverick smile then he gestured towards the woman that had been talking to Rooster. She wasn’t standing next to Rooster anymore she was right next to Mav. Mute must’ve zoned out because she didn’t see her walk over. 

“This is my fiancé Penny, I don’t think you’ve met her yet. She was out the two nights you guys came this week.” Then Maverick was nodding towards Mute and Ramble. “This is my new two seater team I was telling you about. Jane and John or otherwise known as Mute and Ramble.” 

“You are the pair that got tone on him Monday aren’t you?” Penny gave a beaming smile before extending her hand to shake the aviators. 

“That would be us.” John replied quickly with a proud smile on his face. 

“He needs his ego knocked down sometimes so thank you for that.” Penny said back, sending a wink towards Maverick. He gave her a playful shake of his head at that. 

“Alright old man, are you ready to get your ass kicked?” Rooster said as he came up behind Maverick and slapped him on the back lightly. 

“I’m gonna kick your ass sounds more like what’s going to happen.” The captain replied. 

“Let’s get this party started, aviators.” He yelled out to the group. 

“Rooster, Fanboy, Fritz, Mute, Phoenix and Coyote on a team. Halo, Bob, Ramble, Hangman, Payback and myself on the other.” He said as everyone gathered around the footballs. Hondo blew a whistle and then they were off. 

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Mute was having a great time, she had gotten the hang of the game pretty quickly. The thoughts of what Hangman said earlier were cleared from her head as she was passed the ball by Fritz. She could see Ramble coming towards her from the corner of her eye. She sidestepped him quickly as he came up on her. The wind rushed across her face as she ran past her backseater.

She was on cloud nine as she weaved through the aviators until she was scoring with the ball. Her team cheered her name as they all came up on her. Rooster and Coyote picked her up as Phoenix gave Hangman a middle finger. Fanboy and Fritz were hollering at her patting her legs. She had a wide smile on her face when her eyes connected with Fanboys. He gave her a beaming smile, a look of pure happiness in his eyes. 

As she was set back down on her feet John came running over. He dramatically fell to his knees before bringing his head down to the ground. His arms were stretched out towards Mute hands grasping sand. He brought his head back up. The sand he gathered in his hands slipped through his fingers as he brought his outstretched arms towards the sky. Mute giggled at her best friend's antics realizing he was bowing for her. 

“All hail the powerful Jane.” He spoke out in an announcer's voice. Then like dominos all the aviators around her fell to their knees. Bowing dramatically at her feet. 

“All hail the powerful Jane.” They all spoke out through their laughter. The scene before her reminded her of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The scene was so similar to when Bridget was playing soccer and her friends bowed for her. Then Mute was flashing back to before the game started. The words Hangman spoke flowing through her and her mood soured again. Even though Fanboy said they were all her friends she was now having a hard time believing it. 

They all slowly stood up but then John was tackling her down into the sand. They both laid there as John rolled off her. They were breathing heavily as they looked upon the clouded sky. Jane fixed her sunglasses that were knocked askew when John tackled her. The other aviators moved away from the duo as Mav called for lunch. 

John grabbed her hand and squeezed once a silent ‘Cammineremo’. He could tell something was wrong when she hesitated to squeeze back. Her silent ‘Saremo Potenti’ came as two weak squeezes back. He turned towards her and saw the solemn look on her face. He had seen that look before. She got that look when she felt as though she was alone again. That look lived on her face when they became friends all those years ago. 

“What happened?” John asked her quietly not wanting anyone else to hear their conversation. 

“Hangman made a comment about how much I was talking this morning.” She replied, turning her head to look at him. She thought about not telling him and trying to act as though she was fine. She wouldn’t have been able to though, he had always been able to read her. 

“Do you want me to go and say something?” He asked her, already moving, to get up. But he stopped as she shook her head. 

“It’s alright John, I’m okay.” She told him with a weak smile. “Let’s go and get something to eat. I'm starving since I cleaned the floor with you in that game.” 

“Okay hotshot let’s go and get you some food.” The wso said as he stood up pulling her along with him. He had decided to talk to Hangman anyways. 

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They had eaten lunch and played a few more games. They had all taken a swim afterwards to cool off. John and Jane took turns dunking each other under the water. The group played a few pool games. Categories, racing, who can hold their breath the longest and a few rounds of chicken. Now they were all sitting around a bonfire a couple yards away from the Hard Deck. They wanted to be far enough away to avoid the crowd. But also close enough to go and grab drinks if they wanted. There was a faint breeze that would occasionally wash over the group of navy personnel. 

Idle chatter flowed about the group. Mute sat listening to the group talk to each other. Ramble kept a hand on her leg occasionally stroking his thumb along her knee. Hangman stood up from his spot in the sand. He announced to the group that he was going to go grab some drinks from the bar and asked if anyone wanted anything. Everyone responded with a yes or a no. 

“I’ll go with you and help.” Ramble said as he stood up striding towards the blonde as he walked away. Mute didn’t think anything of it. But John had a plan forming as he and the aviator walked together. 

“Did you say something about Mute talking too much this morning?” John asked Jake bluntly, wanting to get straight to the point. Jake looked stunned for a second before responding. 

“What are you fucking talking about man?” He asked the taller man. 

“She went to the bathroom this morning and she was fine. She came back and she was acting a little upset. When I asked what was wrong before lunch she said you made a comment about her talking too much. So did you make a comment about it or not?” Jake stared at John for a second then went to defend himself before a look of regret popped up on his face. 

“Fuck, I said something this morning about how I had never heard her talk as much as she was this morning. She must not have heard the rest of what I said. I told them how great it was to see her coming out of her shell. I’m so sorry man, I really didn’t mean anything by it I swear.” Jake said with a slight pleading look on his face. John narrowed his eyes at him. 

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to. When we get back to the group I expect you to apologize to her.” Jake nodded his head bringing a hand up to his neck sheepishly.

“I really didn’t mean to offend your girlfriend. I’ll apologize when we get back.” John laughed at that. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He told the blonde.

“So you’re both single then?” Jake asked him. 

“Yes we are both single.” John said reluctantly, Jake wasn’t the one he wanted Jane with. Fanboy would be perfect for her if either of them got up the guts to actually talk to each other. The conversation was dropped at that.

Once they got back to the fire Jake asked Jane to go on a walk with him. She looked at John with a curious look and he just nodded his head. So she stood up and walked towards the blonde. He let her lead him down the beach. Then he apologized to her. Back at the fire, they were sitting around talking when Nat asked John about his tattoo. 

“Hey John, I noticed a tattoo on your chest earlier. What’s it say?” She asked him before taking a sip of her drink. 

“Saremo Potenti, it’s Italian for we shall be mighty.” He said as his hand came to lay on his shirt right above the tattoo. 

“Does it mean anything?” Rooster piped up.

“It’s something that Mute says to me. She has one that kind of matches mine in the same place right above her heart.” He said as he thought about their time at the tattoo shop. 

“What does hers say?” Asked Halo.

“Cammineremo, it’s Italian for we shall stride. That’s what I say to her, it’s normally before something that’s stressful or uncomfortable. It started while we were back at the academy.” He replied to the group. He looked up at the beach and spotted her walking with Jake. They seemed to be in the middle of a conversation. 

“How long have you two been dating?” Came Fritz with the question this time.

“We aren’t dating. She’s more like a little sister to me.” He laughed as he shook his head.

“Though I imagine if I wasn’t gay then I’d definitely go for her. She’s quite the catch once you get to know her.” Fanboy could feel relief wash over him at the realization. But then there was jealousy and disappointment. It was obvious now that Hangman was trying to worm his way into her pants. Hangman was a very attractive man, he had seen plenty of air bunnies fawning over him at their time in the bar. There’s no way he had a chance if Hangman was after her. 

“I’m gonna head out guys.” Fanboy said abruptly as he stood up. He gathered his chair and was making his way to his car not waiting for anyone to say anything. He would miss the disappointment in Mutes face when she got back to the fire and saw that he was gone.

A/N:I think this one had a bit more of fleshing out than the last chapters did. I also realize that this part literally took forever and that's my bad sorry guys. Please wear sunscreen and protect yourself against the evil sun!☀️

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Addison Rae channels Britney Spears in crop top and booty shorts in LA

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