#but thay sound is like music to my ears

[im-the-queen-of-stardust]

"A tape recorder CLICKS" my beloved.

[e-dubbc11]

Ik the summer sleepover is long gone 🥲 But i got hit with Matt Murdock feels and I saw the angst prompt list. Feel free to ignore this!!!!!

So this is for my fave catholic hoe 🫠

"You have to let go." - Y/N's already dead and he keeps hallucinating that she's still there

or

"I give up. You won." - Y/N breaks up with Matt because he always keeps her at arms length but it reaches breaking point when Elektra comes back

Chose wisely 😭💖

I could never ignore anything you send me, my dear friend ♥️ I hope you like what I did. I went with the first one BUT your second prompt reminded me of a Matt fic I wrote awhile back called Unsung Hero, so if you’re feeling ambitious, I’ll leave it linked HERE.

Thank you for always sending me things that pop into your brain, I love them ♥️

Letting Go

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader

Warnings: Death, dealing with grief

Word Count: 1.4K-ish

Summary: You’ve been gone for awhile yet Matt still feels you everywhere he goes, he swears you’re there with him but you’re not and in order to start processing his grief, he has to say goodbye

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It hit him every time he walked into the apartment. It was here where he felt an overwhelming sense of your presence…only you weren’t there, you had been dead for 8 months now.

Reminders of you were scattered all over the apartment like stray pairs of earrings on the nightstand, a bottle of your favorite perfume, or the blanket you used to when you were quietly reading on the couch.

Not having his sight, Matt was never exactly sure what you looked like. He only had the pictures in his mind. Based on the description you had given him, he knew your eye color, your hair color, and the tone of your skin but he remembered the softness in your voice, the curves and hollows of your body, and the sound of your heartbeat as you slept soundly next to him.

Matt could never see your smile but he knew when you were smiling. He felt it tug on his heart as it stretched across your face when he did something to make you laugh or when he called you “sweetheart” but it also crushed him to taste the salt in the air if you had been crying.

He loved the smell of fresh flowers you would bring home every Friday for your date night at home but you always bought ones that didn’t have a strong scent because you didn’t want it to be too overwhelming for him. He loved how considerate you were, worrying about overloading his senses, like if the music was too loud or if cleaning products were too strongly scented.

Matt’s only wish was that he could have kept you safe, he wished he could have protected you, and more than anything he wished he wasn’t the first one to hear your heart stop beating.

Everywhere he went, he felt you with him, and he swore you were there. When Matt stopped for his morning coffee or Thai food, he had to stop himself from ordering your usual. He just couldn’t believe you were gone. You were dead and never coming back.

The guilt ate at him every day. Matt blamed himself and his nights as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen suffered because of it. “What’s the point in doing this if I couldn’t save the one person I loved the most?” He had asked himself after a particularly bad night.

Talking to Father Lantom helped but not as much as he hoped it would. Matt wanted answers that Father Lantom didn’t have. He would just tell him that “God had his reasons.” And Matt just thought he was being punished in every way possible. It was the typical Catholic guilt.

“I know you don’t wanna hear it but you know exactly what I would do, Red. I’d make sure they’d never get back up again.” Frank had said.

By asking Frank for advice, you knew Matt’s desperation was apparent as he had seriously contemplated taking their life. He knew it wouldn’t bring you back but maybe it would make him feel better knowing he avenged your death.

Maybe the hallucinations would stop, maybe he would stop hearing your voice in his head, and just maybe it would stop him from reaching for you as he was trying to fall asleep at night. The scum of Hell’s Kitchen felt his wrath every night and with every punch he landed, with every drop of blood that was spilled, he had hoped he would start to feel better but he didn’t.

And what about the tortured and unspeakable dreams where he would have to hear you cry out in pain over and over again. The heartbreak Matt felt left him miserable enough to be vulnerable whether he was awake or asleep.

At least when he was awake, he could throw himself into his work, talk to Foggy and Karen, and you would be far away from his mind. It was the alone time that left him confused, angry, and ashamed. Those feelings infiltrated his body where his heart was scorched and irregular with spasms.

“I still feel her here, Foggy! I can still smell her perfume, feel her smile against my lips, and hear her laugh. I swear she’s still here!” Said Matt, emphatically.

“But she’s not Matt, she’s gone.” Foggy had said.

You knew all of this was true because you were stuck in between worlds, you could see him. And like an angel on his shoulder you were there with him, protecting him as he was protecting his city.

As he sat perched on the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen, you would reach for him, gently brushing his shoulder, and you were positive that he could tell you were there by the way his head would tilt to the side. You knew you couldn’t stay with him forever, but long enough to be able to tell him goodbye and that you were alright.

With his cheeks flushed with rage and his mouth twisted in anger, Matt left the office and headed for home even though that’s where he felt your presence the most.

He decided not to go out that night but instead he set aside the random belongings that you had left behind, held them in between his fingers, and gently inhaled the scent of your perfume one last time.

“You’re here with me now, aren’t you angel. I know you are; I’m not crazy like Foggy thinks I am.” Said Matt.

You’d give anything to be able to touch him again, to feel his days-old stubble against your cheek, or run your fingers through his soft brown hair.

You weren’t sure what you were feeling but knew you didn’t have much time so you moved in close to look at him one more time.

Matt was so handsome. You were going to miss his hazel colored eyes with the little flecks of gold like autumn leaves, the dimple on his cheek when he smiled, his soft full lips against yours, and the low gravelly tone of his voice. It always sounded so calm and soothing to you except on the night you died.

His screams could probably be heard for blocks in every direction but he was the last thing you saw before your world went dark and you were suddenly looking down at your body while Matt tried and then the paramedics tried to revive you.

After your funeral, Matt stayed after everyone else had left and apologized profusely for not being able to save you. Matt had to let you go but he told himself that burden of guilt rested on his shoulders. Although, you knew it wasn’t his fault.

You knew he couldn’t hear you but you replied anyway.

“I’m here, Matty, but I have a feeling not for much longer.” You said, trying to touch his hand but it just passed straight through and maybe you willed him to hear you as you spoke again. “You have to let go.”

You sensed he was ready to say goodbye which pained you more than that mugger’s lethal stab wound ever could.

“I don’t want to but I have to let you go, sweetheart.” Matt said as his eyes shined with unshed tears. “I’ll always love you, y/n.”

If you were capable of crying, you would have.

“I’ll always love you too, Matt.” You said with a warm smile and “touching” his face.

He closed his eyes and let out a long exhale just as you swept your hand across his cheek, almost as if he could feel your touches.

A slight smirk stretched across his lips as he said, “You’re trying to tell me you’re ok, aren’t you.”

Your hand ghosted against his other cheek and he smiled again.

“I’m ok, Matty. It’s alright, you can let go now.” You said.

The light at your back was calling to you. It was time to go. Although you didn’t know where you were being called to, you wished with all your heart that Matt would be alright and deep down, you knew he would be.

As you turned to walk away, you gazed at Matt one last time, committing to memory what he was wearing, the look on his face, and any other small things you never wanted to forget about him.

You loved the way he adjusts his glasses, rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, the way he puts his suit on in the morning, or anytime he kissed you and told you he loved you.

You wondered if he had little things about you he committed to his memory, and if he did, what were they? It made you sad that you’ll never know what they could be but you hoped that Matt Murdock would never ever forget you.

Tag List: @munsonownsmyass @gijos @chezagnes @elgrandeavocados @freshabogados @matt-erialgirl

Others that might enjoy: @itwasthereaminuteago @k-marzolf @fluffyprettykitty @hellskitchens-whore

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it! I’ve only tagged a handful of people. If you liked it, you can tell me, I don’t bite. I know I haven’t written for Matt in awhile, no pressure.

[rosewaterandivy]

pynk like the inside of your

summary: feeling burnt out from marathon recording sessions at the studio, can only mean one thing: steve with some chinese takeout to the rescue & maybe some hanky-panky.

a/n: My blog is 18 +, minors DNI; get ready for a cunning linguist 👀.

🎶 i wanna fall through the stars getting lost in the dark is my favorite part / let's count the ways we could make this last forever🎶

A few weeks after your beach date with Steve, found you face-down on the plush carpet from sheer exhaustion in the vocal room at Paramount Recording Studios.

Efforts to record in your home studio were a waste, especially since you kept getting distracted by your phone and one Steve Harrington. At least renting studio space had the threat of money down the drain should you fail to record anything. 

In fact, the past few nights had you pulling all-nighters at the studio— laying vocals, toying with a few melodies on various instruments, and editing a mix or two. Thankfully, you’d managed to sneak out briefly today for a much-needed soak in your bathtub at home, followed by a nice nap. One ear was covered by a pair of Sony headphones as you recorded a particular line (with the same sweet shock of when Adam first came), the sound engineer turned as someone entered the control room.

“Oh shit,” Steve said in apology, baseball cap and sunglasses perched on his newly shorn hair, a tote bag slung over one shoulder with a bag of takeout in another. 

“No worries, man,” the engineer reassured him, turning back to the controls. “I’m heading out after we lock this, so she’s all yours.”

He watches as you sing the chorus, eyes closed and one foot keeping time against the carpet. Steve can’t help but bite his lip at how cute you look, an overlarge t-shirt and bike shorts with damp hair a stark contrast to the sheer power of the voice pouring from you.

“Jesus,” he mutters, more to himself than anything, and earns a chuckle from the sound engineer.

“I know, right?” He fiddles with a few levels, fingers gliding up and down the board. “It never gets old, witnessing her work.” 

“I can imagine.”

You pull the headphones from your ears to see Steve chatting with the engineer, Jack, in the booth. Setting them down against the music stand to your left, you skip to the control room with a small smile. 

“Did I know you were stopping by?” You perch against the doorframe, fingers curling around the cool metal plating. 

Steve smiles back, lifting a bag stamped with a familiar logo. “Surprise?”

It’s only then that you realize how famished you’ve become. “Pad Thai tofu with—”

“Veggie spring rolls and like, a thousand packs of soy sauce?” He laughs, “Yeah, special delivery.”

You step into the room and nuzzle into Steve’s side. He drops a quick kiss to your head as the engineer packs up for the night. Saying your goodbyes and relaying your thanks to Jack, you wait for the telltale click of the door before dragging Steve back into the studio and collapsing on the couch.

“You,” you say, removing chopsticks and packets of sauce from the bag, “Are a godsend, Harrington.” Distracted by the promise of perfectly seasoned Pad Thai and a full belly, you don’t notice how Steve stills at your feet.

It had been a long week of recording sessions, so you’re not exactly firing on all pistons. Completely understandable, given the circumstances. 

But not for Steve.

“Sweetheart,” he says, rubbing your temple. “C’mere for a minute,” and pulls you up for a proper kiss.

And it’s positively perfect. Steve kisses like a goddamn dream and in no time at all has your brain leaking from your ears— the promise of food forgotten.

You grip his chin, counting enthusiastic flecks in his eyes. Gorgeous and green-gold and all that mouthwatering darkness slowly simmering behind it.

“What,” you chuckle at his impatience, “You want me to sit on this pretty thing?”

His eyes light up at that. “Mmm, definitely not opposed. Gonna let me take care of you, sweetheart?”

What an obscene image: Hollywood’s Favorite Leading Man a slobbering and breathless disarray, coming up for air, licking the gloss of your cunt off his lips.

You smirk, “Oh, fuck yeah.”

He could live here. Stay pressed up against you forever—screw contracts, press tours, award shows.

Steve pulls the t-shirt over your head, palms your breasts with one hand and tugs your shorts down with the other.

He kisses along your neck and jaw and flicks his thumb over a nipple quick and gentle until you shiver and arch into him.

Steve follows the curve of your body— your collarbone, your shoulder, your belly, then places your hands in his hair, his hat flung somewhere across the room.

Your fingers automatically card through, curling softly to move him where you’d like him best. Slowly, he falls to his knees, spreading your thighs until you step apart.

You sigh his name, breathy and high. You say it again, pulling his hair when he sucks at your clit, fitting a finger in to the knuckle until you squirm.

He trails sloppy lines up your slit, delving in with his entire face because he wants you all over it—wants to be marked. Wants your scent and come and the bright blush of his cheeks in celebration, like declaring to all who worship him that he worships something else.

Who baptizes him with her kiss and cunt and he’s hungry for it—hungry for salvation because he’s exhausted of always being the idol.

You carved him into yourself.

Made space for all of him and loved on him with your whole, beautiful heart.

He guides you forwards until you’re sitting on the edge of the sofa, thighs spread and dripping, breathing heavy, eyes half-lidded with pleasure he caused.

Your soft skin is gorgeous and glistening. Your pussy is shiny with his spit.

“Steve,” you say, focused and sharp, curling one finger at him. “Get your mouth back on me, now.”

Pride swells up in his chest. What he wouldn’t give for the world to know this: America’s golden boy, crawling on the floor, stupid with desire.

And for all their idolatry, for all the pieces they take of him and scatter to winds, he’ll always still be yours.

And Steve thinks, as he returns his face to your sex, his cock throbbing between his own legs but he ignores it for now— he’s not important, for now— that if you were to ever tell him to stay in between your thighs forever, he just fucking might.

Two orgasms later, because not only is Steve good with his mouth and eager to please, but his hands, dear fucking lord. And a not-so small part of you feels vindicated at that.

You’re up to toss the takeout bag, plastic crinkling under your grasp as you open the door to the control room. Only to stop short when you notice a familiar red light still illuminated from your earlier recording session.

Had that been on the entire time?

Trash forgotten by the door, you’re quick to sit down and isolate the track in question. Looping a headphone over your ear, you press play to confirm your suspicions.

“Yes,” you sigh, voice languid with lust. “Fuck yes. Steve—mmm—"

Not realizing the volume or paying heed to Steve’s entrance, you nearly jump out of your skin when his hands knead at your shoulders.

He chuckles lowly, watching as you all but melt under his touch. “You’re gonna send me a copy of that, right, honey?”

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

There's one thing that is driving me crazy about My Love Mix-up Th.

No, it's not that. not that either. not gonna talk about that now. ok. so there are several things but I just wanted to mention a different thing.

What is with the sound? Like I know I'm watching a thai bl, I expect the sound effects and the music and all that. But my ears could not rest for a second. There is no silence. Even when there's suppose to be.

There's a scene where Atom feels awkward because it's too quiet. That would be a great moment to have some silence. You know? for us to understand the mood of the character? so we connect to the scene? But not only is there a tune going on, supposedly to indicate to us that this is 'a moment' that they're having but there's also this static underneath. I actually went to look at other shows from gmmtv on yt to figure out if this was always a thing and it's not.

In this show there's always music, SFXs or dialogue happening, and sometimes all at the same time. And it is not mixed well. The levels are all over the place. It's not pleasant.

I don't wanna pile on but I also wanna mention that the visuals are also not good. The colouring is flat as hell and the lighting is so unpleasant. It's too bright when it's daytime, and the light is always so white. It's not well balanced at all. Like who thought this was a good shot?

Every time they are in a classroom, or inside the school, I feel the need to reach for my sunglasses. And then they go outside and the white is just everywhere. And yes, I know I can adjust the brightness, and the sound too obviously, but I keep my screen at the same comfortable level during the day time, and it's never been a problem with other shows.

[asraxfile]

First Dance.

sypnosis: your first wedding dance with Minnie. pairing: wife!Minnie x wife!fem!reader genre: fluff, marriage celebration warnings: established relationship, marriage, kisses, dancing, mentions of alcohol word count: 1k

A/n: AHHH I was at a wedding recently and I was reminded of these Minnie in a bride dress pics like she's so gorg. LEMME JUST CLEAR SOMETHING UP: I did not mean to disrespect her thai nationality as in I really don't know how thai weddings work so I wrote it like weddings in my country so please have understanding that this doesn't have to be real. now enjoy readingg^^

“And now !! Let’s let our newlyweds finally dance their first dance!!”

Yuqi announced to the guests as you brought Minnie closer to you, grabbing her waist as she grabbed your shoulder. This was the night of your— no, yours and Nicha’s life, your lifelong love that you promised to just her on this day.  At least more than 150 people came to your wedding, family, friends, acquaintances, other idols and guests, because no matter how long they knew you or Minnie, they came to support your lovable marriage. Soft music started playing and you started your first dance, the song being written by Minnie itself, Dahlia. It was a surprise from the members of (G)I-DLE, a surprise made for just the two of you. 

“너무 아름다, 그저 널 눈으로 바라만 봐도 반하네” 

You swayed with Minnie so gracefully, being lost in her dark round eyes. She looked at you like you were made out of sugar, like you were the most fragile thing on this earth, she loved you so deeply. “You’re so gorgeous today.” you complimented as you checked out her whole figure. The dress she was wearing was sleeveless with a high neckline and also a bridal veil on her head which was out of sheer and see through lace fabric. 

“스쳐 지나가도 달콤한 향기에 더 빠져버리도록 so fascinated”

“You look amazing as well, my wife.” She cheeks out a cute smile on her lips, calling you a nickname she will call you everyday from now on. Wake you up with the sound of her calling you her wife, anywhere she goes she’ll call you those 2 simple words that would make your heart beat in an instant. When you think about it, if someone told you 10 years ago you would end up marrying her you would say they’re joking, but it’s just as real as that. 

“화려함 속에 가려진 활짝 핀 미소 뒤에 감춰둔 네 모습은 보이는 것처럼 예쁠까?”

While enjoying each other’s presence, you twirled Minnie around as the low-lying fog became so thick it covered both of your feet, while the sparkling lights in various light colors lit just you and Minnie. Those were the effects that made your first dance even more magical. You could hear the cheering of your guests or see them record your dance, but that didn’t matter right now. As it was Minnie’s turn to twirl you around, you spinned as you took Minnie’s hand tightly, confusing her for a second.

“믿지 마요, dahlia, 위험해요, darling 나 혼자 간직한 채로 널 보고 싶어”

Right before the first chorus, you spun Minnie around again and gently brought her closer with your hand on her back for support. In a smooth motion, you dipped her backward and leaned in to steal an unexpected kiss, the crowd cheering in excitement at your sly move. As you pulled out from the kiss you gently lifted her up once more to continue the dance. 

“My love is dahlia, our love is dahlia, oh-oh”

“Where did that come from?!” Minnie exclaimed shockingly, clearly flustered from the sudden kiss. Her grip on your shoulder tightens. With a cheeky smile you get an answer to her question, “From my heart, love.” in response Minnie just playfully rolled her eyes as she placed her forehead on your shoulder. Swaying in a hug-like position, the song continued to play. 

“너란 꽃에 취해 버린 내게 No matter what they say, I'll choose to love you anyway, oh-oh”

“'Cause you're my dahlia” Minnie hummed the lyrics in your ear with the song, making you smile widely, while a pinky soft blush creeped onto your cheeks. “I love you, Y/n, so much.” She whispered once more, “I love you too Min.” responding, you took her hand again and twirled her, making her dress spin gracefully.

As the song went on, you and Minnie’s dance felt like eternity. Eternity that opened the doors to your lifelong marriage and new experiences both of you will go through. With Minnie, you were never afraid, ‘cause even if the days were sorrowful, she always stayed with you. Minnie always thought of you as her soulmate and she knew it the day she met you. When the song reached its final notes, you both slowed your movements, cherishing the last moments of your first dance as a married couple. The guests' applause echoed around you, but your focus remained only on her.

Pulling Minnie closer to you, you whispered in her ear. “You don’t know how happy I am right now.”

Minnie smiled, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. “I can't wait to spend every moment with you, Y/n.” Hand in hand, you walked off the dance floor, greeted by the warm embraces and congratulations of your friends and family.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, heartfelt speeches, and joyful celebrations. Her members were the wildest the earth has ever seen, it almost felt like it was them getting married and not you and Minnie. They couldn’t help themselves to get lost in the alcohol, especially Shuhua and Yuqi who literally stole the dance floor while becoming drunk. Also how Miyeon made sure everyone had a great time, exchanging small chats while moving from group to group. Soyeon who literally kicked out the arranged DJ just so that she can play better songs for the night and Soojin who got touchy while dancing with Shuhua on the dance floor. 

The whole night was just—perfect.

Despite the loud music and celebrations, you and Minnie found moments to steal away together. Each time you looked at her, it felt like time stood still, the chaos around you faded into a blurred background and the way she smiled at you, her eyes filled with pure joy, was all the reassurance you needed that this night was as perfect for her as it was for you. While dancing together once again, you looked deeply into her eyes, “I’ll love you till the day that I die, Min.” Your famous nickname for her slipped of your lips as you bought your hand up to your face and kissed her knuckles. “And I’ll let you love me like I love you, love.” she also exhaled out, mesmerized by your beauty, she kissed your cheek while swaying with you. “Till the day that I die, I’m forever yours, Y/n”

[sempsimps]

cheslock / reader with a crush

little idea i had a while ago, where you struggle with playing piano, and cheslock comes and helps before leaving again, and you get quite confused, i guess.

it was drudge time, i always finished my work beforehand, so i spent my time practising this song that i was finding difficult, but once fully played, it sounded amazing. so i sat in the music room, the annoying piece of scripture in front of me as i awkwardly stretched my fingers, trying to figure out this one note. It never sounded quite right. in frustration, i slammed my hands down on the keys and let out a small sigh, lowering my head onto the instrument, which it let out a sad strangled cry from my face being on it.

"oi get off of 'er"

my head shot up, and so did the keys as i looked towards the voice in fear. i instantly noticed that it was the purple house prefect, and i panicked in my reply.

"i am so sorry! im just getting really frustrated...."

"Well, that's great and all, but don't take it out on Estie."

"Estie? t-the piano you named it?"

"so what if i did?"

"Sorry, uh, just surprised"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, what do you need help on anyway?"

"Oh, uhhh, just this one note I'm struggling with, I don't get how my hands could possibly move over to play this at the same time, and it sounds funky"

"Oh, thays easy"

Chelock walked over swiftly and moved to lean over my shoulder, letting a small hum out while reading the sheet music, giving another hum before his hand moved above mine the remaining one shifted my hand over one key. It was so simple, and he was only doing a small favour, but his body felt too hot against mine, I felt my face flush in heat at the closeness. 'no no no don't think like that he is a prefect, and he probably doesn't even have time for this, let alone anymore.' his voice snapped me out of my trance.

"See if you just move that over here, and it's immediately better"

I was slightly frozen, so my hand movement was still stiff, but yeah, it was way easier to play. a smile made its way across my face, but it dipped as I felt the prefect move.

"Alright, well, I'm glade I helped and all that. but don't hurt Estie, or I'll give ya a Y got it?"

"Right, got it, sorry, again"

And just like that, he left. my words fell on deaf ears at that point. the lingering touches on my hands stayed for what felt like an eternity, and my face was warm. but I shake it off and start to play this song again with the advice, which sounds a lot better. 'god, he's good with his hands. Wait, hold on-' I shake my head to clear the thoughts. But my mind did wander to him at lunch later that day 'I wonder if he would - no, never mind, it's stupid'.

Aaaaaaaaaa I don't know how to end shit so here I guess anyway hope that was okay a little short but it gets me back into the swing of writing and I need to get more emo twink content out I have a lot in drafts almost ready to go so this is just that start i promise and i have lots of Gregory becuse i am a simp for that man

[hsangel64]

part 3 of bandmates !

pairings: ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: something happens to you at a party which pushes ellie to do something crazy

warnings: sexual harassment, some guy being an ass, violence, kissing, cussing

part 1 and part 2

a/n: this series is coming together already i love it a lot i hope you all do too ! sorry this took so long to come out with but i just finished my semester and all my finals so i’m free now !! i’ll be on vacation this next week but just means i’ll have more time to come out with more content i have lots of ideas !

“ellie i do not want to go to a party tonight we have a gig tomorrow.” you whined and threw your head onto her lap.

“please please come with me i’ll be alone dina and jesse are on a date.” she whined as she played with your hair.

“ellie i wanted to just stay in tonight and practice for tomorrow. we have so much to do.”

“we will only be there for a little bit and you don’t have to drink!” she moved her face down to look at you and you both were face to face. she was really close and you were really fuckin nervous. you could feel her breathe lightly on your forehead. there was a moment of silence before i finally agreed.

“UGH fine. but you’re buying me coffee first thing in the morning.” you grumbled and sat up from her lap.

“of course babe.” your breathe hitched a little at the nickname not expecting her to call you that but tried to relax once you turned to face her.

“i hate you.”

“oh shut up you love me.” you looked at her and cracked a small smile. she had a smirk on her face and that infuriated you at how much she can make you flustered.

“well before the party for you want to go get food and then go ?” she had moved closer to you so you were just staring at each other. you followed her eyes and she kept looking down at your lips. the tension was insanely unbearable and you just wanted to kiss ellie that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do.

“yeah that sounds good where’d you have in mind?”

“i think thai food today.”

“you know me so well.”

“i know.” she smirked and tapped my leg. “okay ! let’s go then!” she got up and grabbed your hands to pull you up off the couch. you guys got your things and headed to your favorite thai place. you guys went here a lot to the point the owner, jenny, loves you two.

“ahhh my favorite customers !” she greeted you two and took you to your usual table.

“usual for you guys today?” you both nodded and said thank you. while you two waited for the food you talked and talked and talked. you two could talk about just about anything and everything. you two would just pay attention to each other not worrying about anything else. what you didn’t realize was the jenny was talking with her husband while they watched you two.

“do you remember when we were that oblivious?” she turned to her husband and he chuckles.

“of course i do, they’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

“oh i know! we figured it out eventually and now we’ve been married for 45 years now.” he gave her a kiss on the forehead and she was back to serving her favorite customers.

you guys finished your food and we’re on your way to this party. you were absolutely dreading it.

…

you guys made it to the party and ellie led you to the kitchen. you just stood there next to her while she made herself a drink. you rolled your eyes realizing you’ll probably have to take care of her tonight.

“here drink this.”

“els no you said i didn’t need to drink tonight.” you groaned and pushed the drink away.

“please just one for me?” she pleaded and you really couldn’t resist.

“ugh fine i hate you.”

“you fuckin love me.” she whispered in your ear and pulled me to the couch. you both sat down and just watched around like you two always did. just making fun of frat boys, talking about who’s cheating on who, just about anything you two see.

“hey i’m gonna go find some water this is making me thirsty!” you yelled to ellie over the music and she nodded and told you to be careful. you made your way into the kitchen and checked the fridge and saw some bottled waters, you grabbed two and then started to make your way back to the couch when you were pulled around by some guy.

“hey beautiful what are you up to?” he slurred clearly drunk.

“leaving thanks.” you rolled your eyes and tried to move past him but he had other plans. he blocked you from leaving the kitchen.

“what the fuck.”

“don’t leave so soon baby come on.” he got really close to your face you could smell the alcohol. you were getting annoyed and just wanted to leave the kitchen.

“can you back the fuck up.” you backed up and he followed backing you into the counter leaving you no space to move.

“baby don’t be shy…” he then rubbed his finger on your cheek and you swatted it away getting more and more uncomfortable from this interaction.

“get the fuck off of me asshole.” you started to raise your voice more so more people can hear the commotion.

“just let me-“ he was cut off by someone pulling him away. you gasp not expecting the sudden movement. you see ellie was the one who pulled him and had him on the ground. punching into his face continuously.

“don’t you fuckin touch her you asshole!!” you didn’t know what to do, slightly cheering ellie on and silently thanking her.

“she’s mine you hear me? mine!” you blush at her words and realize she’s going to beat him to death. you rush over and try your best to interfere and pull ellie back.

“els it’s okay please!” you tell to her and she instantly turns to you and drops the guy bombarding you with questions.

“are you okay? did he do anything to you? do you need anything? i can-“

“els im okay i promise.” she pulls you in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“you fuckin bitch.” you both turn and hear him barely blurt those words out as he’s starting to cry because of the pain.

“what a fuckin idiot.” ellie scoffs and pulls you away from him. she leads you out the house and into her car.

“hey thank you for that i really appreciated that a lot.” you smile at her and she smiles back.

“of course i would do anything for you, i’m sorry you had to see it though. just when i saw him that close to you trying ti touch you i freaked out and just thought of the first thing to do.” she grabbed your hand and started to rub it with her thumb.

“i know els it’s okay let’s get home so we can clean you up.” you looked down at her hands that are already brushing with dried up blood. you asked for her keys and drove back to campus.

…

you and ellie walked up to your guys room and you went straight to grab her some clothes so she can shower.

“i’m gonna clean up your wounds and then you can shower.” she nodded and took her hoodie off and walked to the bathroom. you grabbed her clothes and made your way over to her in the bathroom. she was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror at the small cuts on her face from the two small punches the guy got in.

you walked in and lent her a small smile and looked under the sink for your first aid kit. once you found it you started to work on her face first.

“it’ll burn a little just warning you.” she hissed when you touched a cut on her face and you pulled back.

“sorry- are you okay?”

“uh yeah yeah i’m fine promise” you nodded and got to work again being able to clean the majority of her face. you looked down for a second until you heard ellie cut the silence.

“you’re so damn pretty.”

“w-what?” you shot your head up and saw her look at you with a slightly shocked face.

“you-you heard that?”

“yes i did-“ you giggled at her eyes almost nearly bulging out of her face.

“oh my god….im so sorry i mean it’s not that you aren’t pretty because you are i just didn’t mean to say that god im an idiot-“ you shushed her and giggled at her banter.

“it’s okay i promise els…oh and thank you.” you looked down and blushed. there was silence between you guys for a little until ellie placed her hand under your chin to move you to look at her. your breathe caught in your throat as you two stared at each other for a second until she started to move closer.

you felt frozen unable to do anything not knowing what to do. you realize she’s going in to kiss you, all your nerves go away and you lean in with her. she puts both of her hands on your face and pulls you in to hurry the process. your lips meet and it’s so cliche but you feel your whole body heat up and you swear you see fireworks. your heart is pumping so fast you don’t know how to react. you move your hands to hold onto ellie’s wrists and push yourself closer to her.

the kiss is passionate and fast, you guys have been wanting to kiss each other for god knows how long and it’s finally happening. it’s just so perfect. you both pull away and stare at each other. you both giggle at how silly this might be.

“i’ve liked you for a really long time bee.” you groaned and heard ellie laugh.

“not the nickname, you know how embarrassing that was.”

“what you getting stung by a bee and having a fat ass lip for a couple of days?” she threw her head back as you pushed her lightly. she pulled your arm back towards her body and you looked up at her. she couldn’t take it you looked so good looking up at her.

“i’ve liked you for a long time too els.”

…

a/n: i want to start a taglist if anyone wants to join !! just comment you do !

@gold-dustwomxn

[creadigol]

Finally! I have a continuation of the Villain/Photographer prompt!

Villain and Photographer Part ii

I hope you all like it!

Photographer sat in their living room, looking out at the rain as it aggressively streaked down their window. The light sounds of vintage music from the ‘30s and ‘40s echoed from their kitchen, but it didn’t give them the comfort and focus it usually did. Not with them in the kitchen. Cooking like it was a normal Wednesday evening. Asking Photographer what they preferred, carrots or peas? Potatoes or noodles? Every now and then Photographer would ask that they go out and get something from the Thai place or sub shop, just to see their unwelcome guest’s reaction…

Photographer learned early on that such suggestions were not appreciated.

So here they were, looking out their own window, sitting on their own couch, getting ready to eat their own food…all while a prisoner in their own home.

“I added a little paprika to the stew, hope you don’t mind, I like a little kick to my food.”

Photographer worked hard not to flinch at the voice as it entered their space. They tried their best everyday not to show any semblance of emotion towards Hero, no matter how long they kept them here, no matter how much they threatened them. Photographer wondered how long they could keep doing it.

“You like a little kick to a lot of things,” Photographer replied. Like thugs, ruffians, Villain…and most recently, Photographer’s stomach.

Hero let out a long sigh, as if dealing with an impudent child.

“You know,” Hero said sweetly, “We could stop this whole dog and pony show if you would just agree to my terms…and tell me where the film is. Honestly, I can’t see why you’re being so stubborn. It’s not like anyone even supports you on this.”

Photographer didn’t look away from the window. It was true, no one supported them on this. Hero already had Reporter and Editor in their pocket…Photographer was the last piece of the puzzle to control everything in the popular news agency. Everyone in the city trusted their agency to be the one to tell the truth, that was the whole reason Photographer had started it with their friends in the first place. It seemed Photographer was the last to hold out.

Hero walked closer to them, leaning over their head and looking at both of their reflections in the window. They spoke close to Photographer's ear.

“What are you even doing this for? Pride? Stubbornness? Some silly inclination that you’ll be the triumphant whistle blower of a whole conspiracy? Please, no one really cares what the truth is anymore. They never did…”

They gripped Photographer’s shoulders painfully, “Or maybe you think you can win?” They shook Photographer, their head almost hitting the glass of the window.

“You can’t win…just give me the film and do your job as I say and your freedom will be restored to you.”

You liar, thought Photographer. If I agree, my freedom will never be restored…not truly. They chose to remain silent. Closing their eyes so as not to see their reflection so close to Hero’s in the window.

“Dammit Photographer!” Hissed Hero, their grip relentless. Photographer flinched at the tone. “You know what I’ll have to do if you don’t relent soon! You think I want that? Think about all we’ve been through! Why would you make me do that?”

Instinctively Photographer tensed up, sensing what was coming next from Hero. This had become their normal nightly routine in the last two weeks. It always ended with Photographer in pain on the floor.

Knock, knock, knock. They both swiveled their heads towards the apartment door.

Hero abruptly let go of Photographer and took a step back.

“You know the drill,” Hero said to them. “I’ll be in the kitchen finishing dinner. Get rid of whoever it is quickly. If not,” Hero gave a sinister smile, “you know what happens to them.”

Photographer only nodded. So far they had been good enough at lying to dissuade anyone from wanting to come into the apartment, but they knew if they messed up even once Hero would make good on their threat. They would probably even enjoy it.

Hero walked into the kitchen and Photographer heard the music being turned down.

With a fake steady step Photographer walked over and looked through the peephole.

Holy shit! It was Villain!

At first Villain had been worried that no one was home. Maybe Photographer moved? Went on an extended vacation and that was why they hadn’t been on the job in a while? Maybe took a job with someone else for a while just to avoid the politics of this city for a bit? But that thought soon fled their mind as they heard music from within the apartment on their approach. Old vintage…yeah, that seemed like Photographer’s style.

The music abruptly went down after they knocked. Villain waited for someone to answer.

They heard a small gasp on the other side of the door. Then the sound of a chain lock being removed.

Their heart jumped into their throat. What if Photographer told them to sod off? That they were the villain everyone saw them as? What if this was the wrong apartment?

The door flew open.

Photographer stood there. One hand on the door handle, the other clenched in a fist in front of them. They looked…god, they looked terrible.

Photographer’s eyes were sunken, dark circles outlining them and emphasizing emotion that Photographer was usually able to put away during a job. They stood slightly hunched, like their ribs were bothering them, and rather than stay in a fist, their fingers were moving and twitching like crazy.

My god, what happened to you? Villain wanted to shout. Instead they waited for Photographer to say something.

“Why are you here?” Photographer said in a calm and confident voice which did not match their appearance.

“I…” Villain took a breath. “You haven’t been underfoot taking pictures lately.”

Photographer’s hand made another movement and their fingers snapped impatiently.

“Perhaps because there’s nothing worth taking pictures of. The last time seemed information enough for the public.”

Villain felt their anger rise.

“And you just take it at face value then? I thought you were better than that.”

Photographer’s hand made flippant gesture. The other still on the door handle.

“Face value is my trade, in case you didn’t notice. Perhaps you should be talking to Reporter about this and not darkening my doorstep with your schemes.”

“As if…” Villain trailed off. Photographer was twitching their hand so badly now it was hard not to take notice.

H E L P

Oh….OH.

“Well excuse me for living,” Villain finished.

It was taking a moment. The other hand was still on the door handle so they could only do one letter at a time along with simple gestures.

“You’re excused. And while you’re at it, please inform whoever gave you my address that despite my love for putting images in the public eye, I myself enjoy privacy so if they could refrain from sending anyone else here…” Photographer kept signing as they spoke.

Trapped…Hero here…trapped…can’t leave…please

“I will. Can’t say I’m surprised…You’re all the same in the end,” Villain said it with disgust as they avidly watched Photographer’s hand.

Have film…hide film…Hero want

“Well, news is news. Whatever gets readers is all I care about,” Photographer flipped their hair out of their eyes. Villain saw a deep bruise on their neck. If they weren’t so focused on Photographer’s signing, they would have been overcome with rage.

Hero was so going to die for this.

Know truth…no trust…alone…alone…trapped…please

Villain nodded that they understood the message as they said, “Then I guess I’m done here. No more excuses now you know. I’m not going to avoid you when I let off an attack or let you take as many photos as you want…no more telling the other villains to leave off. You’re on your own now.”

If it wasn’t for the reassuring look on their face as they said it, Villain was sure these words would have broken Photographer who looked so close to collapsing under some unseen pressure.

“Fine. Goodbye.”

Photographer swung the door closed, but not before seeing Villain sign back.

You’re not alone.

[saintofdaggers]

my spy fic is back? I guess?? enjoy???

The only things unearthed by the past five days' tapped conversations were a general sense of Hoffman's packed schedule, the name of the Thai restaurant where he liked to eat after work, his taste in music, which was pretty much what Peter had expected from a man driving a Ford Mustang... and the low, throaty sound of his laughter. Peter clenched his teeth against the sensation of another soft "Hello?" inside his ear, wanting to be anywhere else, just for a moment.

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Ep 3 Thoughts

I just had the kind of day that makes you fall back in love with life a little bit. So what better time to watch Love Sea than right now? I will say I have been warned that certain parts of this episode will make me angry. So odds are, if you like the show, you won’t like my thoughts. But I’ll go in with an open mind. Episode 2 was fine. Right? Right. Anyway, just in case, if you click the read more and you don’t like what I say…that’s on you. You were warned. So let’s do this thing. Episode 3 time.

This time the movie I watched before this show didn’t have literally the best sound mixing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. So I think my ears are safe this time. It won’t be good but at least I’m not going from the best to…this.

IQIYI translate texts challenge 2k24. I said it last time and I’ll say it again. I am very skilled. I have many talents. Reading Thai is not one of them. What’s the point of paying for this streaming service if they’re only gonna half ass the subs? Anyway. Give the translators a raise and hire more of them. Or face my wrath in the form of one tiny little post under a read more on the internet that you will never see. But you should feel my scorn. Feel it!

Rak better keep his glasses. I swear if Rak loses his glasses….

It is raining in the show so I feel the need to tell y’all that I bought two umbrellas today! They were both on clearance. Isn’t that great? My collection grows.

Oh also IQIYI translate the fucking spoken words too challenge??? Girl what is going on.

I have no context for this line. Zero. Why are they talking about her boobs? What is happening in the rest of the conversation. Cause I also can’t speak Thai. I wish I could. That language is simply not in my wheelhouse.

I could be watching the Stray Kid’s cover of Sherlock for the millionth time but instead I’m listening to a Thai phone call that means nothing to me. All I know is she mentioned her boobs.

Noisy drunk street people go home challenge. Go home and stop conversatin right outside my apartment. Do that elsewhere. You have now left the bar cause it’s closed. My apartment is not open for business so I don’t know why you’re loitering outside it. Time to blast some kpop real quick. That typically works. Oh they left before I got to play any music. They must have a sixth sense.

Thank god I got this conversation fully subbed. The fuck is up with his dad? Actually. You know what? I don’t want to know. Whatever it is, it’s bad. And I don’t want that. I don’t trust MAME to do trauma actually. Well. I trust MAME will do trauma but I don’t trust her to do it well.

I STILL CAN’T READ THAI.

I did not gain that skill in the last 15 minutes. Why are they doing this to me specifically?

I am enjoying this song a whole lot.

Why are we getting flashbacks in every episode? MAME is a better writer than this. Why is she relying so heavily on flashbacks? I’m so confused.

Rak, do not go to a secondary location with that man. Dear Mut, what the fuck? He has said no. That is a complete sentence. And believe it or not, he does not need to explain it to you. He was being generous by telling you why he said no. But you are going to force him to go somewhere else? Have you considered I hate you and will kick you right in the balls?

The music is trying to convince me this is romantic but honestly I’m just confused.

THEY DIDN’T EVEN WEAR HELMETS. And then my soul was launched from my body straight into the sun and I feel nothing anymore.

Oh to be stargazing on a beach while laying next to a hot boy and having deep conversations about life. Oh if only that were me. Hey real quick, anyone want to go stargazing with me? I’ve never been stargazing and I think I should do it. 

I’ve only been watching this episode for 23 minutes. I thought it was almost over. This shit is dragging. The directing in this show needs significant work. There is not enough movement on screen in far too many scenes. Even when We Are had two characters (Tan and Fang) just standing and talking, it wasn’t difficult to watch because they were both constantly moving. Well, mostly Tan. But Fang did too. There was something for the eye to catch. Something to watch. With Love Sea, they have Rak and Mut just stand and talk, or sit and talk, or lay down and talk, and there is not nearly enough movement. They need to be doing something. I am moving more just sitting on my ass on my couch (shoveling cake in my mouth) while I watch than these two are doing on screen and that is a directorial problem. Imagine working with an established actor pair who are known partially for their chemistry together and just…having them lay there. I was prepared to go into this show mad at it for the typical MAME reasons but honestly, I’m mostly mad that the show elements are bad. The writing is not up to MAME’s usual standard and the directing is ass. The music is par for the course and I’m more objective about it this week at least.

FINALLY. Some movement. God that took forever.

It must be nice to be able to read Thai and know what the fuck is being said.

People stop reading over Rak’s shoulder. Let him have some privacy. The fuck?

If someone forcibly made me cover up like that on a hot day, I would pull a gun outta my ass and shoot them. It is HOT. I am SWEATY. Let me BREATHE.

MUT. NO DOES ME NO. BUT NOT WHEN YOU’RE TRYING TO OVERRIDE SOMEONE’S AUTONOMY. LET RAK’S TITS BREATHE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. LET THEM BREATHE.

Save Mook. Seriously. Save her.

Horny boys.

This scene would have far more emotional impact if we had any more time with these characters. Literally we started the episode with Rak refusing to go somewhere with Mut and being forced to go. And now he’s willing to stay? Doesn’t he believe love is a figment of the imagination? Did that fucking change? Did we see that change? Was it in one of the texts I couldn’t read?

I’m not…angry at this show. I mean Mut is never gonna be my favorite and neither is Rak, but MAME has had far worse cough cough PrapaiSky cough cough This show’s problem is actually the worst problem a show can have: it’s boring. I’m bored. The writing is lazy, the directing is abysmal, and honestly the sound mixing thinks it’s doing something and utterly failing. Those are the only three things I feel I’m knowledgeable enough to comment on but I’m sure the rest isn’t great either. I’m upset that I can’t even be mad at the characters. Cause it’s all so boring. When did I go back in time to get a BL that was so poorly written as to be a joke? It’s 2024. I refuse to believe this is what they put together. For all its faults, LITA was at least entertaining. At least it didn’t ruin my lovely day. I am gonna go get ready for bed now because unfortunately, I have to work in the morning. Oh to have a summer off. Oh to go to the sea and stargaze at the beach. I can’t believe this show managed to make even that boring.

[bunnakit]

Not Me Episode 4 Music

Flares - Life in Colour

We immediately jump in with Flares as Sean is experiencing a nightmare. Stretch time but I guess if you wanted you could read this as Sean subconsciously sending up a signal flare for help.

Last Night, Last Night, Last Night - Well Then, Goodbye

This kicks in as Black is leaving Sean in the flashback; this could be a tie in with the 'Last Night' title as in it's a memory Sean is recalling that might feel like they just happened OR there could be a tie with the band name being 'Well Then, Goodbye' as Black very unceremoniously leaves Sean to his fate. (Either way, my ears don't particularly like this song, the reverb gives me ickies. Thank you misophonia.)

To Whom It May Concern - Rap Against Dictatorship (ft. Liberate P, Nazesus, and GSUS2)

The first time I saw the dance scene I got goosebumps and I could tell the show had done something big here. Allow me to infodump a bit. Rap Against Dictatorship uses their platform and their music to bring attention to the ongoing state of Thailand under military rule, especially during election time. They were founded in 2017 and released their first single in 2018. After the release of their single the members were threatened with arrest by police who later backpedaled after the music went viral and the group gained the support of the public. In 2019 they were awarded with the Václav Havel Prize for Creative Dissent* at the Oslo Freedom Forum. During the 2020-2021 Thai protests one member was arrested with other pro-democracy activists and later charged with sedition. Their music is often censored in Thailand due to it's anti-goverment and anti-monarchy message. (I love them so much, your honor.)

*Václav Havel Prize for Creative Dissent is an award established in 2012 by the New York City-based Human Rights Foundation (HRF). According to HRF President Thor Halvorssen, the prize recognizes individuals "who engage in creative dissent, exhibiting courage and creativity to challenge injustice and live in truth"

Downloaded Truth - Marten Moses

As White and Todd are discussing Eugene and Todd is persuading White to reach out to her this song comes in. It could be just a neat song, it could be that White found this downloaded little piece of truth in the video on Black's phone.

Crushed by A P O L L O

I'm fairly certain this, or a remix of it, is what is playing as White is on his phone texting Eugene? I know I've heard the song before and I have it stashed somewhere, Crushed sounds very close but I can't tell if it's quite right? Sometimes they put a little filter over the song or play an arrangement that's midway through the song and it trips me up a bit. If it isn't Crushed then it's very likely another Apollo piece (though none of the ones on that album, I checked.)

As Gram and White discuss the aftermath of the fire we get a little more Downloaded Truth.

As Nuch, Gram, and White all meet in the garage a bit more of Crushed's beat plays in the background.

3 (Instrumental Version) - Bambi Haze (ft. Lu Ni)

Just as White is hugging Eugene and trying to placate her this song comes in. There are truly no connections to be made here, no leaps or stretches to be found. (Though both this and several of Marc Torch's songs are on Epidemic Sound, a host for a lot of royalty free music, so this could be where GMMTV sources a good chunk of their music.)

Closer - Morphlexis

As Eugene climbs in White's lap this song plays and it could be a nod to Eugene wanting to be closer to Black or that she is physically closer to White, again, if we want to make some big stretchies.

When Eugene wakes up we're gifted with another appearance from Tripping over Danger which also wraps up the episode.

thank you so much to everyone who reads these! i recommend checking back at some older posts as i have made some updates (sometimes i miss songs and realize it later.) i promise to make a masterpost of these once we're done and i'll put together a little list of my favorites!

[gemini-sensei]

I’d like to request a musical theater nerd! X demetri. I honestly don’t know if that’s a request that will work but… 😭✋🏽

Oh, it works, I can see it!

Demetri Alexopoulos x Musical Theater Nerd!Reader Headcanons

A/N: I don't know a lot about musical theater, only my one experience from a long time ago, so I went based off of that. So take this for what it is lol. I hope it's alright.

💘 Demetri has nothing to do with musical theater at all. He's more of a cinematic king of guy. So he has no idea about the school’s live theater department or anyone who takes part in. Sure he'll see posters for shows put up around the school when the spring musical is about to be shown, but he hardly pays any attention to those. He can't even tell you any play or musical the theater department has ever put on.

💘 One day he's trying to find a quiet place to study in the library, but a lot of tables are full of people chatting or doing anything else thay the library isn't really made for. It frustrates him, but he moves on quickly and walks to the back of the library, where he hopes to find some peace and quiet.

💘 Instead, he finds Reader sitting alone at a table. She has a book laid out in front of her, pencil in hand as her eadbuds feed music into her ears. She's not taking up too much table space, so perhaps it wouldn't hurt to ask her to sit for a while. However, as he gets closer, he realizes her book is no normal book. It's a play book, the script and songs for the upcoming music. She's marking it up by writing in stage directions and other little notes.

💘 She doesn't mind him sitting with her and offers a kind smile. Then she bows her head and continues working, reading the book so she'll know what to do and when.

💘 They don't talk for a while, but when he sees what book she's working in and what play it is, he gets curious. He's heard and seen things about it online here and there but has no idea what the hype is about. So he asks her and it sparks a whole learning curve for him, as well as sparks a little crush as she talks about it with such nerdy passion. He's hooked.

💘 They end up hanging out a bit. He goes out of his way to seek her out throughout the day and he'll drag Eli with him when Reader invites him into the school's theater for lunch and after school rehearsals. All it does is make his crush grow bigger.

💘 As time goes on, they get closer of course. There's definitely a connection, but he isn't the one that shoots his shot. Reader asks him out and they go to the movie theater to see a movie he's been talking her about that he's excited for. That seals the deal.

💘 When they are together, he ends up knowing every song for every musical she takes part in, and then some. Beat for beat, word for word. If there's a particular stage movement Reader has to do for that part, he damn well knows what it is.

💘 He claims he doesn't know how this happened, but it's actually a point of pride for him. So he was sitting in on a rehearsal when something went wrong with the sound system and the kid running it had no idea what he was doing. Everything came to a stop and he asked if he could take a look at it, managed to fix the thing, and Reader was so happy about it that she called him her hero. One kiss on the cheek later and he was made the new sound guy for theater productions.

💘 He's more than okay with that because he gets to watch her perform and rehearse her part. It's so great for him and he loves it. This is her nerdy thing and he loves watching her do it.

[your-highnessmarvel]

cotton candy | s.riley

CHAPTER EIGHT

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: KISSING. SMOOCHING. TONGUE KISSING.

Chapter Summary: Operation Starlight is on. But Laura doesn't know if she has what it takes to even do this thing.

A/N: OIIII I love this!!!!

Masterlist

Taglist: Open

Will be posting on AO3. IF ONLY I CAN FIGURE OUT HOW IT WORKS LMAO.

Chapter eight

It was so god damn cold!

My skin would peel from the frigid wind if it wasn't fastened to my bones like glue. Who would have thought that the South Asian weather could drop to sub zero temperatures and mimic the worst of Antarctic weather?

But here I was, hands under my pits to warm my fingers, standing in line behind two young girls with hair as dark as mine. They looked buzzed, blazed and confused, and the looks they kept shooting me over their slender shoulders gave my goosebumps goosebumps.

"Fucking hell," I muttered.

I heard the telltale crackle of the comms device in my ear. And then, Soap's drawl in my ear, "Don't start yapping those ugly words, lassie."

I smiled, the sound of his voice and the lilt of his accent making the ice in my bones thaw a little.

"I'm cold, Soap," I answered under my breath, pressing my chin to my chest to brace against the harsh wind.

"You'll be inside in a few minutes, mami," came Ale's honey voice. He sounded like a stripper through comms.

But who I really wanted to hear was Ghost. I wanted him to tell me he was alright, that he'd made it inside. Because that meant that I would cross someone in there that would potentially be him. I had to look for a blonde man with blonder lashes and a heart-shaped mouth.

No. I had to look for Alvarez and walk to the extraction point. I had two jobs and that's it.

"How did you guys make it in before me?" I asked. "In America, that's the other way around. Women don't wait in the cold."

Someone cleared their throat over comms. "That's because you're in the wrong line, sweetheart." It was Gaz, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw him standing beside our Plan B car, smoking a cigar.

He motioned to my left with his chin and winked. Bless this man.

I looked over the shoulder of the girls in front of me and saw a lady walk to the bouncer and offer him a few bucks. Well, that's why Ghost had handed me Baht bills before we got out the car. It wasn't just to pretend to buy a drink.

When I made it inside the club, my skin felt soft, as if I had been a hard slab of chocolate placed near a raging fire.

I gave a few more bucks for the entrance fee, made my way clumsily through a dark hallway, and made my way towards the music. The closer I got, the more it echoed and throbbed in my chest, beating with my heart like two drums in sync.

I pulled the red velvet cliché curtain and stepped onto the mezzanine, where a sea of roiling bodies danced under me. Glaring, jetting blue and green lights washed over the dancers, and I gripped the railing, looking over to get a better glimpse at their faces.

The music was good and they moved to it perfectly. I caught the flash of a silver bracelet, a glimpse of someone's bright red hair, skin on skin, hands and nails digging into any exposed flesh.

It was the dream of any raver, any dancer who wanted to get lost into the notes. It was intoxicating to look at.

Someone bumped into me, spilling their drink across my top, ice tumbling into my bra. The drunk dancer excused himself in Thai and tried to clean it up, but I was too flustered, too raw to let him. Instead, I walked right passed him and followed the glowing yellow sign for the bathrooms.

It was another world in there. Behind the hardwood door, the music was muffled and replaced by the sounds of a flushing toilet and a sink that was accidentally left open. I grabbed onto the paper towels and dried my chest and dove into my bra to retrieve the melting ice.

Two girls burst in, laughing, and the fright it gave me sent me hollering. They stopped cackling and looked at me, watching as I tried to calm my racing heart.

One of them, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, with cherry blonde hair and a pink, round mouth, cocked her head. "You're American?" she asked, holding onto the other girl's shoulders. She was American too. One of the former girl's blocky bracelets got stuck in the other girl's brown locks.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Who's that?" came Soap in my ear.

"Wow, I thought we'd never see any Americans here tonight!" the girl said, thunking against the wall, blonde locks falling into her eye. She smirked and laughed. "Your outfit is so nice."

I threw the paper towels into the bin. "Have a nice night ladies," I said.

"Wait," the blonde said, slurred mostly. She put a finger up, curled it, smirking like she had the nastiest secret about your beloved coworker. "I bet you want some meat tonight, eh?"

My cheeks heated like a match, instantly burning to my ears.

Someone laughed on comms.

"I - well, no."

She scoffed. The other girl yelped when the blonde slid to the floor, bruised bare knees bending up to the sky.

She laughed. "There's these guys upstairs," she slurred, gulped, and I could see the vomit clawing up her throat.

"Get closer," it was Ghost, and the command sung in my bones, struck me like a slap in the face, and my feet slid closer to the girls.

"Guys where?" I asked, scratching the inside of my wrist.

She scoffed again. "They're like, Thailand's fake mafia or whatever," she continued, chewing on her lip. Please God let her finish that sentence before she yacks.

"Fake mafia?" I questioned. "Like the Godfather?"

Her blue eyes light up, mouth opening. "Yes!" she answered. "And they paid me drink after drink like... and they told me to get more girls up there because they're bored, I think."

I nodded, nails clawing at the soft skin of my palms.

"Ask her what they look like," it was Ghost again and his order burned into my ear, lighting in my throat. As if he had tied strings to my limbs and puppeteered me.

"Are they handsome?" I asked. "I have a specific type."

"Good girl, Laura," came Soap through comms. Something brewed in my belly, like hot embers.

The blonde raised her brows, as if recognizing a fellow wild card girl.

"They have these dark, slick back hair, you know?" she said, trying to get to her feet. The other girl winced, pulling at the strands stuck in the blonde's bracelet. "They're tall and all full of muscle. And they're wearing these like black suits, like... John Wick, yeah?"

"Hmmm," I said. "Tattoos?"

"Atta girl."

She frowned, turning to peer at her friend. The brunette looked up at me, clearly less intoxicated than her friend. "They have these hand tats, like tigers or something stupid like that."

Never liked big cat tattoos either.

"That might be them," Soap mumbled. I fidgeted in my place, waiting for their orders. "Ask them how to get up there." Bingo.

"That makes me want to go so much," I giggled, trying to fake some kind of girlish, bathroom pact.

"That's so fake, mami."

"Where do I go?" I asked the girls.

The brunette carried her friend over into the open stall. "Just find the stairs that go up, not down. Give your name at the door. They let about any girl up there."

And just before I was bursting out the bathroom door, the blonde finally yacked.

"Guys," I whispered through comms. "I go up there alone?"

There was a long silence while I meandered through the mezzanine, looking for the stairs. But I didn't need to hear any answer because the problem found me first.

The man standing guard at the bottom of the stairs turned. When he faced me, his features felt like a puzzle I'd solved before and I could easily put back. He was familiar, down to the fucking busted front tooth when he sneered at me.

This was one of the men that were there when Ben talked with Alvarez.

And by the looks of it, he recognized me too.

"Shit," I breathed. I took a step back, and if this guy wasn't suspecting me already, that sure as hell made it clear now. He knew exactly who I was and that I wasn't, clearly, dead. I'd seen Alvarez's face. And I was here.

"Laura, what is it?" It was Ghost.

"He recognizes me," I answered. The guy brought a walkie talkie up to his mouth, keeping his eyes on me.

He took one step forward. Feet appeared at the top of the stairs. Three pairs. I looked up, saw three men descending, dressed up like they're the toughest assassin in the Continental.

Then Dude 1 pointed at me. And all four looked up to meet my gaze.

My heart beat against my rib cage, my breath coming in short spasms.

"Run," Ghost said.

I felt his command in my bones.

I turned, my feet, squished in the shoes that were a size too small, screamed in agony as I mulled against the wave of clubbers.

It felt like running in a dream, fighting against an invisible force holding me back, feeling the fire nipping at my heels. I made it to a hallway, bouncing off the wall like a clumsy idiot, and raced through. People knocked into me, bruising my shoulders, scraping against my elbow. But I felt along the wall, running until my knees ached.

I flew passed another hallway, gripping the wall to push my momentum. I'd always been fast. Ghost could tell you that.

"I'm taking the East side!" I heard Soap in my ear.

"I'm taking North!" that was Ale.

"I think I saw her on the mezzanine floor!"

But I didn't care. I ran and ran, passing partygoers and lovers and drunks.

Until, "Laura." His voice culled me out of my panic, slamming me back down into my body, into the fear beating against my chest, the terror running through my veins.

My ears were drumming with the echo of my breath.

"What do you see?" he asked.

I turned. "It's a room. It's so dark in here Ghost."

"What color are the walls?"

"Green, I think," I said, bracing my shoulder on the wall and walking backwards, away from the entrance, watching for any moving bodies. There was another entrance to another hallway to my right. This place was a maze.

"What are people doing? Is the music loud?"

I looked around. "People are..." The irony of it made my mouth shut. "They're making out?" Five couples were strewn about in various stages of making out or... oh, that was third base.

"Music?"

My ears were ringing but not loud, thrumming bass. "No, it's muffled though. I can hear it." I turned away from the lovers, focusing on the hallway I just came through. Waiting.

I heard shouting. Men. Fear gripped me like a cold hand, like fingers digging into my throat, clawing between my ribs.

"I see you."

His chest came resting, hot and firm, at my back. I stopped dead in my tracks, feeling his breath along the top of my head.

"Turn around, close your eyes," he ordered, his fingers gripping on the exposed skin just under the hem of my camisole, where my belly was exposed.

"Ghost, what do we do?" I asked, panted, hearing the men closer, louder. I almost fantasized that I could hear their feet slamming on the ground.

"Close your eyes, Laura, and turn." He was so firm, twisting me around, hair flying across my eyes and I closed them instinctively.

I felt warm, rough hands caressing my face gently, holding onto my cheeks like I was made of glass and he was made of stone.

"Don't open your eyes," he whispered, and this time, his mouth was at my ear and I could feel the warmth of his skin, his stubble, his lips against my jaw. He really wasn't wearing a mask.

And then he pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. I heard, behind me, the rustle of feet, shouting, and I tensed, like someone had poured cement down my spine and left me out to dry.

Ghost sprung us into action, one arm snaking around my waist, effortlessly lifting my feet off the floor and flinging us to the side. My back collided with the wall, and his entire frame pressed against me, covering me, hiding me. I could feel his thighs pressed against mine, his hands skimming along my waist, his face in the crook of my neck.

His face.

But I kept my eyes closed. I shut them tight, wincing when I felt him move, hovering his lips over mine.

The shouting was there, right in the hall, coming in the room.

"Ghost," I whispered. Lips trembling, hands clutching the front of his shirt.

I was on fucking fire.

He pressed one hand into my hair, combing his fingers through the strands and he pulled, tugging my face back. And then he kissed me.

He kissed me like he was a man starved, molding his mouth to mine, prying my lips apart so he could pet his wet tongue against mine. He groaned into my mouth, fingers tugging painfully at the roots of my hair.

This wasn't just a distraction.

His hips pressed flush against mine, his free hand roaming over my stomach, inching upwards until he held my breast in his grip. I squeaked, bracing my hands across his back, and I felt the fire lick up my spine at the thought that I could finally touch him. Finally feel the hardness of his muscles, the heat of his skin under his t-shirt, the ridges of scars, the valley between his shoulder blades.

And my hands went up until I could plunge them in his hair.

My world pinpointed to the breath he was breathing into my lungs, the feel of soft, blonde strands between my fingers. The scruff of his stubble burning my chin. The feel of his thumb and forefinger pulling at my nipple through my camisole. The grunt that broke through my teeth and echoed off his mouth as he kissed, devoured me.

And when my hips, my waist, pushed against him, I knew I was in big fucking trouble.

But he pulled away, panting, hiding his face in my shoulder, in my hair. He breathed against me and I opened my eyes, noticing his blue tee, the rise and fall of his wide shoulders.

And no one else in the room except us and a few lovers making out.

"Close your eyes," he panted, hands resting against my waist, fingers clawing at my frame. But his tone was sweeter and his accent so sluggish it was like he was drunk. One hand came up, fingers digging into my breast, tugging me closer. He was tearing at the fucking seams.

I could feel him, hard in his jeans, pressing against my belly. His thumb smoothed across my nipple, his teeth grazed my shoulder, tongue tasting the skin there.

His hips twitched, grinding into me, pushing me back harshly against the wall. I winced, hissed, but his hands caressed the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes. I felt the heat, slipping like tar down my belly. I bit my lip, feeling the heat, the pressure build between my legs.

Bravely, I pressed my face into the soft spot where his shoulder meets his neck and I bit him, marked him like he'd marked me in the shower. He groaned, pressing into me until the breath left my lungs. Until I squealed into his skin, feeling hot and cold, insects scuttling along my skin, my core aching. I felt his hand press my hip into the wall.

"I'm not looking," I whispered and God, my voice was wretched.

I felt him move, but his hands moved away from my breast, my neck, toyed with the hem of my camisole, index inching under it.

He breathed a shattered, shaken breath into my neck. I felt him grind into me, breathing close to my ear. He was so hard, so warm in his jeans. I wanted to touch him.

I wanted to say his name, to breathe the syllables through my lips, but the crackle of someone clearing their throat through comms made me slam right back to reality.

We'd just made out in front of the entire task force. Laswell included.

"Get Laura to the extraction point, right now." It was Soap.

"But Alvarez," I said. Ghost pushed back from me. I kept my eyes tightly shut.

"We need to get you out. They know you're here, mami."

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, but no one answered.

I waited, perched between the wall and Ghost, until he moved away. I was so scared, so defeated, that I stayed there, eyes closed. The heat on my skin died, the buzzing of a million bees under my skin quieted. The ache, that throbbing, wet need between my legs, though, that didn't ebb.

Someone's warm hand tapped my elbow. "Open your eyes, lassie."

Soap smiled down at me, eyes so kind. He was dressed so normally too. It made him look so... brotherly. He gave me a look, raking his eyes from feet to toe, assessing. He could definitely see the red of my cheeks, my swollen lips, my hair in a mess.

"Time to go."

I let him put an arm over my shoulder, pretending we were friends, lovers even. He put his head down close to mine, mouth at my ear as we walked out onto the mezzanine, towards the exit.

"I'm sorry you had to do that," he muttered into my ear. I grabbed onto his wrist, where it lay on my shoulder. He was so warm.

A shiver sliced down my throat because... I hadn't hated kissing Ghost. Having to kiss him was the best part of this evening.

"It's fine."

Soap brushed his nose across my temple. His breath fanned the side of my face. "You'd tell me if it wasn't?" he asked, and his voice, so low, so comforting, made my insides roil.

What was wrong with this task force? What was wrong with me?

[tea-plantz]

hi!! i just saw the post about you accidentally deleting my request, but its okay! so if its good with you could you do an anne boonchuy x fem!reader where the reader had a bad day or is sad in general and anne comforts her? lots of hugs please, ty!

Hello, and thank you so much for resending the request! Here you go sweetie<3

She/her for Anne

She/her for reader (this is gon’ be a gay fic you guys🥳)

Anne Boonchuy x fem!reader who’s feeling sad

When this girl finds out that you’re feeling under the weather, let me tell you, you’re NOT getting away! Anne’s going to smother you in love until your feeling better!

First of all, she’s going to find out the reason as to why you are sad, giving you a supportive smile while nodding along as you tell her about your issues.

Anne is probably going to bring you with her to a comfy place to lay down, gather all the blankets in the house, make you a cup of tea and some snacks for comfort, before just holding you.

This girl is definitely a ‘you cry, I cry’ type of person.

The brown haired girl is honestly one of the most understanding and caring characters in Amphibia, so you better believe that she’s gonna stay and comfort you the whole day, canceling any other plans she may have had.

HUGS, HUGS AND MORE HUGS!! One of Anne’s main love languages is physical touch, as well as words of affirmation and act of service. The brown eyed female is gonna completely CRUSH you with her affection.

If you guys are at her place, she’s probably also going to go and get Domino for you since c’mon, who doesn’t get happier by cats!

I also feel like Anne is the type to put on some sad music, while laying down and crying with you, cuz even though the Thai girl is a super supportive character, she’s also an incredibly funny and dorky person. Trying to cheer you up through humor is one of her favorite things to do, since then she gets to see that adorable smile of yours. Some methods she might also use are tickling so be prepared!

Watching funny videos on her phone is a MUST (unless you’re feeling really sad, in that case she’s gonna be way more serious)

If the reason to why you are feeling so down is something serious, Anne’s gonna go full supportive girlfriend mode. “Hey, hey. Look at me, it’s all gonna be alright, okay? I’ve got you sweetheart.” Of course, if it’s something to actually be worried about, she’s probably going to talk to her parents about it, all while having a nagging, nauseous feeling in her stomach. She just cares about you, and loves you so much! Therefore, she doesn’t want her baby to deal with all of this stuff alone without getting any help!

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“Hi y/n! Why’d you want me to come over? You wanna hang out or- *ghasp* you’re crying! What happened!”

You looked at the brown haired girl in front of you with glossy eyes. “Hi Anne *sniff*, I-it’s nothing, I’m just having a bad day and I *sniff* I wanted to see you.” You said as you stood there awkwardly, looking down. “Wha- but that IS something! And as your girlfriend, it’s my duty to comfort you!” Anne held her hand to her chest (y’know, sorta like a knight) making you giggle a bit. She really was sweet in a dumb way.

For the rest of the day, you and Anne cuddled in your room, while Anne comforted you to the best of her abilities. “You are the most beautiful, perfect, precious girl in the whole world and I’m so lucky to have you.” She said while looking down at you with the most loving eyes. You swung your arms around her waist as you buried your face in her chest, letting it all out. The whole day was spent with you laying safe and sound in your girlfriends arms, while she hugged you tight, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. In the end, you really did end up feeling a whole lot better.

I love Anne Boonchuy sm she solos

[autisticempathydaemon]

Busybee my dear, hello from a fellow queer trans asain! i would love a matchup if its not too much trouble for you :3c

What song are you currently fixated on?

Oh my god, my friends and I have recently started making monthly playlists and it’s one of my favourite things to do; just curate a playlist over the course of a month!! currently its a load of fnaf living tombstone music BUT I’ve also been obsessed with The Distance by Cake? As a drummer, i absolutely adore the bass of this song!! Or Super Bon Bon by Soul Coughing has also some absolutely amazing drums!! Apart from that, I’m generally in love with everything Crane Wives BUT particularly for this month, the song Back to the Ground is so delicious!!I would put my fave lyrics but then i might have to transcribe the whole song lol. Just- the entire vibe and meaning of the song is so good (like most every crane wives song ill be honest)

Enneagram type?

Oof oh i havent done thay quiz in a hot minute but last i checked i was a 9w1 which definitely speaks to my lazy ass lol. I’m also an INFP?? I’m also a huge DND nerd so I have taken the alignment quiz and im chaotic good id that helps in any way HAHAH!!!

favourite Redacted audio?

100% the whole of avior and starlights playlist. absolutely devastating. i had to pause the playlist several times and lie down for a minute because i was so absolutely insane abt them. i love them so deeply. I’m definitely more drawn to the more plot heavy characters and arcs as compared to like ashers or davids which is more like cute couple moments (not that they dont have plot but its like. ashers playlist vs marcus’s ykyk) but that being said my favourite video of all time is probably elliots HBS video!! He is my favourite boy i will not lie i am so utterly obsessed with him and i would absolutely write pages upon pages abt why i love him and why his character is so my favourite for the ever.

fave platonic boy?

ASHER !! OR GUY!! I love silly dudes and they are peak silly boys. honestly i could see myself being best buds with Guy because we’re both so dirty minded and very clingy silly?? but there are also aspects where i would balance him out, like while i do love being chaotic i also understand the importance of just stfu and being silent every once in a while so i thunk there wld be times where there ARE shenanigans but also times where hes rambling my ears off and i can just sit. and listen. And I do love the hc that Guy plays DND and now i can absolutely imagine us playing dnd together OR binging dnd playthroughs. AND for asher, I feel like i wouldve had a crush on him because hes so like silly but also hes such an absolute sweetheart darling and hes so endearing that u just cant help but love him yk? but it wld be one of those friendship crushes that just means we end up being super close.

what gets the big boy a-snoozin?

anythin thay involved peoples voices. like straight up listenin to people talk absolutely sends me straight to dream land asap!! its kinda specific though like, if its a podcast? I can’t listen to those. the voice quality just sounds different from like a video of someone talking?? to me at least. And i can only fall asleep to videos of people talking (which is lowkey how. i got into boyfriend audios in the first place. amen insomnia). so now i have a sleepin playlist that consists of boyfriend (and girlfriend) audios, video essays about SCP’s and internet drama (shoutout to the right opinion) and also dnd playthroughs!

do u like long form video essays??

I LOVE VIDEO ESSAYS ABOUT SCP’S. i put them on when i cook!! I love ones that just talk abt the SCPs cause some are truly mind boggling and world shattering! I also listen to video essays abt youtuber drama because im not better then that and also a lot of them have quite impressive video editing!

Imaginary friends?

I think as someone who started watching horror movies at a very young age and is also super obsessed with horror movies/books now, i fully believe that if you had a imaginary friend as a child, you’re absolutely cursed and haunted and u need to be exorcised asap. (/j) no my parents were always super realistic with me and told me point blank that santa wasnt real, imaginary friends were only for mentally ill kids, and the only real big guy is the big boy in the sky. so. no imaginary friends BUT i did and still have a teddy bear (very creatively named bear bear) and i used to cry when i lost him.

i think thats it! i hope. thats enoigh haha. oh, some extra stuff abt me! I love cookin food, it’s very fun if not incredibly tiring, plus im perpetually broke, so tryin to cook up my favourite restaurant meals is also fun! I love drinks too (firm believer that every meal NEEDS to have a drink to accompany it) i’m a particularly huge fan of bubble tea (before it was cool ok) i did try to make my own bubble tea but it got really time consuming and not worth it. i love collecting plushies, i have about 10 in my room and yes they absolutely trigger my sinus but its so worth it. i love gamin and one of my first big boy buys was a gamin PC that i used to play Stray, Sims, Minecraft and most recently, FNAF! please pray i save up enough to get BG3. ٩( ᐛ )و

ok now thats really enough! thank you for this!! even if u dont get round to doin a matchup for me, thanks for lettin me ramble abt my interests :3 the questions are actually so fun hehe <333

Oh, I really like you. Not just because you gave me a lot of info to go on but because you and I have so much in common! Us queer, trans, Asian Type Nines have to stick together which is why I’m so pleased to pair you with Lasko.

I know I say this all the time, but it’s the perfect amount of similarities and differences that make a good pair in my opinion. I think your shared love of DnD, your introversion, your queer trans identity (because Lasko is queer and a whole allegory for a trans childhood, bless his heart) would be a great foundation for a solid relationship. Yet, it’s the differences that bring the spark like your love of horror where he would be squeamish or your chaotic good to his lawful.

I have such clear snapshots in my head of what your relationship would be like; if only I were an artist. You remind me of @itsdaifuku’s lovely piece of Dear as a guitarist and Lasko watching, starstruck, from the crowd; that would be you but as the drummer. I also love to imagine the two of you in the kitchen: you cooking, him mindlessly grading papers, an SCP video on, and Lasko looking up aghast when he finally tunes into what you’ve both been listening to.

Song:

I mean she even cooks me pancakes/ And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches/ If that ain't love then I don't know what love is/ We even got a secret handshake/ And she loves the music that my band makes/ I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun/ I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

Sorry but not sorry, I’ve projected and given Lasko my elder emo taste in music. It’s cute, it’s iconic, and he’d know all the words- shyly, sheepishly joining in if you start rapping along with it as you cook. I like to imagine 2000’s emo music brings out a silly, karaoke-esque exuberance in Lasko, and then you could be silly together.

Runner-ups:

Milo is one of your runner-ups because (and I know I say this all the time too) it’s so fun to pair that scaredy-wolf with a horror buff. Everything he’s learned about SCPs has been against his will and because he loves you. Hudson is a runner-up because I’m obsessed with pairing musicians with DJ Anxiety; he’d love you and your drumming so much.

note: thank you so much for waiting 💕 I’m glad you had fun!

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[sionisjaune]

Nico/Lewis after Interlagos

After Interlagos, Lewis indulges in one of his least calculated decisions.

Angela doesn’t stop him, lifting a disappointed eyebrow in Lewis’s direction while he slinks out of the hospitality with his phone in hand.

Lewis dials the number. Usually these conversations happen face to face.

“Hello, Lewis,” Nico says, after precisely three rings.

“Hi,” says Lewis, pressing the phone into his ear. “I lost.”

“I was wondering. I had the race on for a bit.” Nico’s voice is too close to the phone, like it’s shoved between his cheek and his shoulder while he goes about finishing some secondary task. “Let me guess. It was your win, and Russell stole it in front of your surrogate home crowd, and you deserved it but you didn’t get it because you never get what you’re owed. Oh, wait. Verstappen robbed you too—is that what you were going to say?”

Lewis bites his lip, hard. “No.”

Some rustling comes through the speaker like Nico is jostling his phone about. “Good, because you didn’t deserve it. I’ll guess again. You were calling to tell me you’re worried you aren’t championship-calibre anymore. You wonder if you’re old and slow and past your prime, and you can’t admit it to yourself, but you’d hear it from me. Is that it?”

Lewis curls his hand into a fist, impotent rage and frustration bubbling inside his chest. “No.”

“I didn’t think so. It doesn’t sound like something you’d say.” Lewis imagines Nico pacing around the kitchen in his sunny Monaco apartment, shaking his head decisively. “Final guess. You want to suck my cock. You miss me.”

“I don’t miss you,” Lewis says, and even he can hear how his voice is paper-thin and flimsy.

Nico clicks his tongue, in that bratty, self-important way he does, and Lewis feels his face twist into the familiar shape of revulsion. He clutches the phone tighter.

“Well, I can’t fly out. If you’re wondering,” Nico says. “I’m actually in the middle of a massage. Though the masseuse has gone away for the moment, so whine on.”

“A massage,” Lewis says. He recontextualizes the ambient sounds backgrounding Nico’s voice and decides he can hear the hum of a heater, the rustle of bamboo sheets and the dull melody of spa music.

“I try to get one every two weeks. Would you believe that the divorce has taken its toll on my deltoids?”

Lewis almost snorts. He turns into the wall, half hiding his face, although no one is watching him behind the garage. “I have this great guy in LA. He does this Thai-style massage that’s been crazy popular lately. The waitlist is insane, but I can probably get you in.

There’s a moment of incredulous silence. “I’m not going to fucking LA for a massage,” says Nico.

“Fuck you, man,” says Lewis.

Nico snorts. “Didn’t you want to talk about your race?”

Lewis uncurls his hand from its fist and wiggles his fingers until his circulation returns to normal. “Not really,” he admits.

Nico sighs. “I have to go. Call me again when the weekend is over. I’m extremely busy, obviously. But I can arrange dinner if I have a few days notice.” Nico pauses. “And don’t say something idiotic like, ‘Dinner? Why?’ We both know what we want.”

“Alright. Good bye, Nico,” Lewis says.

“Good bye, Lewis,” Nico parrots. His accent doesn’t allow him to produce the same inflection, but it’s a near thing.

The call ends, and Lewis slips his phone into his pocket. The track is almost silent, now. The air in Sao Paolo is warm. The rain is gone.