#but yeah the queue is coming back on soon. sorry everyone.....

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Hi guys.....

[benedictscanvas]

pretty boy, pretty girl - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

a/n: okay yes. it has been six months. which is actually mad to me, but there we are - whoops! i've been off following my dream and wrote this while procrastinating an assignment, so this is by no means a return!! honestly i was just itching to write it, but i don't know how much time i have for more - enjoy nevertheless <3

warnings: just a little bit of suggestion towards the end, reader is referred to as 'pretty girl' as the title implies amongst other pet names, quite a lot of swearing (some things don't change)

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“Hi love.”

Jamie barely murmurs it as he walks past you, can’t help himself but to drag a palm along your back, one shoulder blade to the other, as he goes. 

He knows he’s bold sometimes, but he swears it’s instinct. He glances back to see whether your expression holds any discomfort, but all he finds is your grin, a tiny wave. He continues on his path towards the canteen, knowing that your corridor conversation with Rebecca is probably important.

Somewhere between here and there, he decides to get your lunch, your usual, and sits alone on a table until you appear.

You do, three and a half minutes later. As soon as he sees you, the irrepressible urge to make you grin again is back with a vengeance. He waves you over to his table with a gesture to the food he’s got for you and- there it is again.

If he was a slightly smarter man, maybe he’d consider why all it took was the sight of him to draw your lips upwards, set your eyes alight.

“Thought I’d save y’ from the queue,” he speaks, still soft, in a tone he feels he only uses with you. You match his unnecessary low volume.

“Thanks, angel,” you say easily, and you must not see his stomach doing flips, “Too good to me, you are.”

“Shut up,” he deflects, wonders if you can see him fluster at your nickname for him, “Are you still coming tonight?”

You groan. He frowns, and you quickly correct.

“Sorry. It’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, you sound proper convinced, an’ all.”

You chuckle, taking a bite out of your sandwich and taking a pause to chew. Jamie eats too, content to let you think before you speak. It was slowly teaching him to do the same.

“I’m just boring, Jamie. My favourite people are all under this roof, but usually they’re sober, you know?”

He often forgets you don’t really drink. Your friendship (however sour that word feels in relation to you) usually confined to these halls, to the pitch, to various football stadiums up and down the country. When they all get a chance to let loose, you’re very quick with the excuses, but he’s believed them blindly until this moment.

“Shit, y’ don’t drink, right? I can’t imagine that’s much fun in a club. I won’t tell anyone if you happen to come down with an illness or somethin’ this afternoon.”

You’re grinning at him again, all bright and sunny. It’s downright infectious, so Jamie nudges your foot with his on purpose and then apologises like it’s an accident.

“You’re alright,” you reassure, “I will join tonight. Even if it just proves to myself I’m not missing out on anything. Maybe Colin’s not as bad a drunk as I’ve been led to believe.”

Jamie winces.

“No, he is pretty bad,” he admits and then finally comes up with something to make you more comfortable, “Hey, what about this? I won’t drink either and we can spend the evening laughin’ at everyone else.”

You poke his hand and he tries not to drop his crisp packet.

“It’s everyone’s ‘relax and recharge’ night, Ted said. We both know you relax much easier with a few drinks in you. And I’d never judge anyone for that, I really hope it doesn’t come across like I’m judging any-“

“It doesn’t, sweetness,” he cuts in, “But actually, I’ll relax better if I’m one hundred percent positive that you’re relaxing too. What better way than judgin’ everyone else, together like?”

You purse your lips thoughtfully, mid-chew. He feels like he’s holding his breath, like he’s underwater and you’re in charge of the oxygen tank.

“Well, see how you feel when we’re there. It sounds lovely but only if you’re still up for it when we’re right next to a bar,” you say, still unconvinced. He wants to convince you fully, but he can’t decide if he should argue with you or kiss you silly before you speak again, “Hey, if not, I’ll buy you a drink?”

“Pretty sure that’s my line, love.”

“I said it, I meant it. Girls can buy drinks for pretty boys, you know.”

He thinks you might have removed his oxygen tank now. There’s some cruelty in that sentence but you don’t know you’re wielding it. He wills himself to flirt back even though it’ll only make him feel sick.

“Okay, pretty girl. One passionfruit J2O, please.”

Another grin. He’s so fucking fucked.

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He’s been waiting for you for around forty minutes. He doesn’t know if that’s the normal amount of time you take to get ready, even if he wishes he knew, so he just waits, leaning against his car.

After fifty, he decides there’s no harm in just checking you’re alright and haven’t slipped on a sparkly floor that an evening cleaner has done a number on.

You mentioned going to the kit room to get changed, and he meets Will on his way there.

“Hey mate, you seen Y/N?”

Will looks paler than he’s ever been. Guilty. Jamie narrows his eyes and waits.

“Kit room.”

It’s all that Will says. When Jamie doesn’t walk off immediately, still waiting for an explanation for Will’s strange demeanour, Will turns around and legs it all the way down the corridor, turns left at the end and never returns.

Jamie shakes his head and continues in the direction of the kit room. The closer he gets, the more he hears. Muffled banging, shouting. He picks up the pace.

“Y/N? Love?”

“Jamie! Jamie, in here!”

Your voice floats out from the kit room and he hurries over. Still very confused, Jamie turns the door handle and finds the door won’t budge, however hard he shoves his shoulder against it.

“It’s locked, babe. Did you lock it?”

He hears your exasperated sigh and feels a little embarrassed.

“No I didn’t bleeding lock it! Well, I did, when I was getting changed, but then when I unlocked it my side it had been locked from the outside.”

Jamie struggled to put the dots together. Had Will locked you in? Judging by the running, he had… and he’d done it on purpose. A spark of anger shot down Jamie’s spine but he tried to convince himself there must be a reason.

Before he could, there was a hand on his on the door, pulling him away. It was being unlocked by another hand and then he was being shoved inside, hard enough to stumble against one of the benches. A piece of paper was thrown at his face and Jamie groaned as he heard the lock click back in place.

“What the fuck?” he muttered as he stood up fully, more dazed than angry now as he stared at the locked door.

“Jesus, Jamie, are you alright? Who the fuck was that?”

“I dunno,” he says, staring at the door as if it might have answers. Your hand on his face wakes him up, his eyes shifting to yours where you look him over with concern.

“You’re alright, though?”

You ask it like you need the answer, and Jamie needs you to stop trailing a finger along his hairline either way.

“Fine, love,” he assures you, patting the juncture between your shoulder and neck gently until your hands drop to your sides. Then he raises his voice, and he’s not really talking to you anymore, “Whoever’s locked us in here as some kind of joke won’t be fuckin’ alright though!”

No answer. He picks up the small piece of paper from the floor and reads it in his head.

Tell her, you prick.

He’s actually going to hit Roy with his car. Lightly, definitely not enough to damage him, but enough to really, really piss him off.

This was all some ridiculous attempt to make him tell you how he felt about you? Absolutely not. Never. He wouldn’t be coerced into something so delicate, so important.

“What’s it say?”

You’re peering over the top of the paper, but he folds it in two before you can read anything. His chuckle comes out strained.

“It says: Get fucking pranked. Must be Roy, he’s probably scared Will into helpin’ him, the fucker. I’m afraid it’s payback for putting all his socks on the ceiling last week, babe, an’ you’ve been caught in the middle.”

You pause, staring at your shoes. For some reason, you look far more forlorn than the situation calls for, but it’s gone before he can think about it further.

“On the ceiling?”

He nods and you giggle. It’s only as you step away from him in your laughter that he realises how close you had been. He should’ve savoured it.

It’s also only as you step away that Jamie finally gets a glimpse of your outfit and nearly reaches out to the nearby bench for strength. He’s never seen you in a v-neck anything before, let alone a dress, and he thinks it might do him in.

“You look good,” he says lamely, then tries again, “Great. Fan-fuckin’-tastic, I mean.”

“I like that last one,” you smile, ducking your head. He thinks, or rather hopes, you’re a little flustered, “Fan-fuckin’-tastic happens to be what I was going for.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, words gone as soon as he’d found them. And now he was staring. Shit.

“I like your suit,” you say, maybe breathless yourself. It must be his ears. You reach up as if you might fiddle with his lapel but just point towards it before your hand drops again. You practically fall down onto the bench you’re both stood beside and he follows, ever obedient, “Shame no one else will ever see it. How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”

The suit isn’t for anyone except you. That’s what he’d say if he had any stupid bravery. He’s an awful coward, he thinks.

“Until Roy gets bored or Keeley finds out I reckon,” Jamie guesses, “Y’ wanna play I-spy?”

You sigh, but when he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye, you’re grinning your silly, lovely grin again.

“I spy with my little eye…”

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It is around 11pm, when Jamie has not long fallen asleep against the jacket he had scrunched behind his head, that he feels your hand on his ankle. He can tell, as he wakes without opening his eyes, that you’re not trying to rouse him. The touch is light, feathery. Maybe an accident.

No, not an accident. It wouldn’t have lasted this long, and your thumb is drawing absentminded circles into his ankle bone. You think he’s asleep and you’ve reached out to hold him anyway.

He opens his eyes but doesn’t move. His legs are stretched out on the bench in front of him and you sit upright next his sock-clad feet, one hand on his bare ankle. You’re staring at a piece of paper so intently he wonders what could possibly be so interesting.

“This doesn’t say get fucking pranked, Jamie,” you murmur, and his hand flies to his jacket pocket. It must have fallen out when he slumped into a slumber. He’s sat up in a blink, watching the hand that had been so soothing, fall back at your side suddenly.

“I’m sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“No, don’t,” you insist, still staring at the piece of paper. Instead of whirling on him for answers, you reach calmly into one of the boot cubbies beside your head and pull out a piece of paper from one of the boots. You chuck it at him without looking.

He unfolds it with careful, if shaky, hands.

Tell him, you silly shit.

It takes him an absurdly long time to understand what the hell this second piece of paper means. Later, when the two of you look back on this moment (and you do so often), you’ll wonder how he could have been so dense and he’ll spin you a line about how too good to be true it all felt. But in the moment, he has no lines and no words, until your hand lands heavy on his knee this time.

“Jamie,” you say softly, through a grin that is so different from your usual that he could pass out. It’s so beautiful and so strikingly lovesick that he thinks he might actually be sick, “What do you have to tell me?”

“What?”

He feels dumber than he’s ever felt. But your hand is still on his knee and now you’re shuffling closer to him on the bench.

“What do you have to tell me?” you repeat, then you poke his chest playfully as you add, “You prick.”

He still looks confused, so you clearly decide the best way to catch him up is to kiss him.

You pull away after a moment, a moment of pure heaven, because clearly you don't want to kiss him fully until he's all clued in.

"Come on, pretty boy," you say, teasing, "Figure it out. I was going to buy you a passionfruit J2O. It's the sign of all signs."

He should be laughing at your joke, but all he really wants to do is kiss you again. And again.

Maybe again.

"Oh pretty girl," he says, and he feels the rumble of his low tone in his chest. He places a hand on your face, fingers itching at your hairline, "I'll tell you anything ya wanna hear, I swear. Anythin'."

He hears your breath hitch, but he feels it too, where the meat of his palm is covering your neck.

"Anything?" you answer back, "I could have a lot of fun with this."

You scrunch up your brow like you're thinking and he's so stupidly in love with you that he just tells you. Too-soon be damned.

"Smooth talker," you laugh, giddy, and you kiss him again. And it's so good that he doesn't even remember you didn't say it back until hours later.

(at which point, you say it back so many times and in so many ways, Jamie is certain that he's the luckiest man in the world. he might not hit Roy with his car after all)

[your-averagewriter]

"They’re just teenagers."

Summary: A gaggle of Spidermen teens burst in on Miguel and (y/n) with their baby and later on in the week they turn up again to meet the baby.

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Kissing, baby

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Sitting next to Miguel in his office I look down at our baby, only a few months old but already she has a mop of curly brown hair, definitely inherited from Miguel. We just managed to get her to sleep, if she didn’t go down for a nap soon then none of us would be sleeping through the night and scared of waking her, I rock her gently in my arms. I look up to Miguel who’s holding a little toy that he was dangling in front of Mila trying to soothe her to sleep. Hearing a quiet sigh from him I chuckle slightly, still careful to hold Mila gently as she’s wrapped up in her little blanket. A few peaceful moments go by before the door bursts open and immediately I jump as I’d gotten used to reacting quickly with our baby. Miguel stands up almost instantly, his eyes latched on to the gaggle of people that just burst through the door. I don’t recognise any of them but it looks like a group of teenagers have just burst into Miguel’s office which doesn’t seem like it will go well for them. Rocking the baby, I watch as her eyes open slowly but I try to soothe her, making her fall back asleep. Dread fills my body as she keeps blinking but just as quickly as she woke up she falls back to sleep. After successfully putting her back to sleep I look to the group of Spidermen that broke in only to see Miguel towering over them, whispering to them aggressively. They look from Miguel to me to the baby with eyes wide as he shouts them at them very quietly, so quietly I can’t make out the words but the teenagers seem to get the message. Miguel closes the door quietly behind the group after he’s kicked them out and he drags himself back towards me. “That was a close one…” I whisper, looking down at Mila who has the most peaceful expression on her face. “They’re all idiots.” He says, placing his head in his palms. “I’m sure it was an accident.” I say, smiling, still rocking the baby gently. “Accidents wouldn’t happen if they weren’t idiots.” He trails off causing me to chuckle.

The next day, I left Mila with Miguel in his office so I could get us some food. Obviously he requested an empanada but I decided to get him one of the ones with his face on from the headquarters’ canteen. I inspect the food and look for the coffee machines, everyone tells you about the lack of sleep you get when you have a baby but I didn’t realise it would be this bad. I move to get in the queue but I’m interrupted by a very tall Spiderman talking to me. “Hey, you were with Miguel yesterday, right?” The man asks and I nod. “Yeah, you burst in with some others.” I say smiling. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your kid’s cute.” He says. “Thanks, you can come by and see her again, Mila and I are here all week because the house is being repainted.” I say with a smile. “I might take you up on the offer although I doubt Miguel will be too happy about it…” He trails off. “Don’t worry about him.” I say with a smile. “You can come by whenever, some company different from Miguel and Mila, whilst I love them, will do me some good.” “I’ll keep that in mind then.” He says, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Sorry, what’s your name?” I ask, realising it was rude not to ask. “Hobie, you?” “(y/n). It’s nice to meet you. I look forward to you coming by.” I say with a smile reaching my hand out for him to shake and he does. “I’ll let you get your food now.” He says, cracking a smile. I wave to him as he walks off and then proceed to get my food and coffee.

A few days go by and I’ve just gotten Mila up from her nap when there’s a knock on the door, not an unusual occurrence as we are in an office but this time I see a familiar face. Miguel goes to open the door and upon seeing Hobie’s face he basically slams it in his face after hearing he doesn’t have a reason to speak with him. “¿Miguel, qué haces?” I ask him and he just looks back at me as I walk towards the door. “I invited him!” I point out, walking in front of him and passing him Mila for a second and re-opening the door. Opening the door, I’m met with a couple of people still standing outside the door, Hobie and another Spiderman from the other day. “Hobie and?” I ask, looking at the slightly younger Spiderman. “Pavitr, miss.” He says very politely. “Oh, you can call me (y/n).” I smile. “No you can’t.” Miguel says from behind me so I gently hit him on the chest. “Please, call me (y/n).” I say and he nods eagerly. “Come in, come in.” I say opening the door and hearing Miguel sigh. “Miguel.” I look at him with warning eyes pulling open the door. I gently take Mila off of Miguel and show her to the two Spidermans who instantly coo at her cuteness. We walk over to the middle of the room that has sort of been set up as a play area with little blocks and everything. Placing Mila down, the other two Spidermen settle down next to her, playing with her and the toys. I walk back over to Miguel as he stares at the two teenagers. “Miguel, I need to talk to other people. I haven’t spoken to anyone really since Mila was born.” I say, sadly, appealing to him with subtle puppy-eyes. “Fine, but why him?” “Who? Hobie?” I ask, looking back at the two teens playing cutely with Mila. “Yeah.” “He’s sweet.” I say. “Stop being so stuck-up, they’re just teenagers.” I reassure. “Fine, I’m going to get some food. I’ll be back in a little while.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head after letting out a sigh. Only a few minutes after Miguel has left there’s a knock on the door and as he’s not here I open it for him revealing another couple of teenagers. “Hello.” I say to the two teenagers that I recognised. “Hey, we saw Hobie and Pavitr come in here a few minutes ago…” One of them says. “Yeah… Do you wanna come in?” I ask, not entirely sure how to react. “Is Miguel in there?” The guy asks and I chuckle. “No, Miguel is not in there, just Hobie, Pavitr and Mila. What are your names?” I smile, opening the door revealing the group sitting on the floor. They tell me their names are Miles and Gwen and then rush to the baby. I follow behind them, shutting the door chuckling to myself thinking of how Miguel will react when he comes back to see the group that’s gathered. “So, why are you guys so scared of Miguel?” I ask, dangling a toy in front of Mila. “I ain’t scared of him.” Hobie says. “He just dun’t like me.” He says, lying on the floor. “I am scared of him, for the record.” Pavitr says, raising his hand in mock surrender. “I mean, he’s a scary guy!” Miles pipes up which just causes me to chuckle. “He’s just a big softie.” I say, smiling, looking at Mila affectionately. “How did he marry someone so not scary?” Hobie asks. “I thought you said you weren’t scared of him?” I ask, smirking and he stays silent. “He’s sweet once you get to know him.” I say, stroking Mila’s hair. Then the door opens again revealing Miguel now with some empanadas, coffees and a surprised look on his face that is then gone and would’ve been easy to miss. And instantly I watch the teens freeze, not a word leaving their mouths and not a muscle moving which only causes me to chuckle.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!

[sportswriters]

nope, no favorites around here - j. drury

pairing: jack drury x female!reader | f, slight a | co-workers to lovers | wc: 716 | warnings: mentions of jack fighting on the ice

welcome post!

y/n’s part of the medical team of the carolina hurricanes. she has a great relationship with the players since it's her job to do check-ups before and after the games.

one fine day, she almost collapses while watching jack getting into a fight with the opponent. the crowd is loud, the guys on the bench are shocked and impressed at the same time. jack dropping the gloves mid game? that's rare. she hates it.

“i don't care if you won, i don't care if it hypes up the crowd, i don't care if it's normal in this sport. are you freaking dumb?”

she's distracted until she notices jack watching her with a smug smile on his face, not even slightly offended by her rant. y/n freezes.

“sorry, shouldn't have gone that far.”

“it's alright, it's a valid worry to have… as someone from the medical team.” jack absolutely knows there's more to it, but he's having fun. she's adorable.

“of course.” she nods. “medical concerns only.”

at home, she starts overthinking about her relationship with jack, wondering if people might be seeing too much. i'm kind and attentive to everyone, right? oh, no, what if they think jack's my favorite? that's awful!

the next day, she goes to work completely self-conscious of her own actions. she greets everyone trying not to be suspicious as she almost sprints to her office. she takes care of the paperwork from the previous day and take notes of what the boss left for her. when practice time arrives, the players come around to do a quick check-up before going to the ice. she has other doctors with her, but somewhere inside she knows jack is going to her cubicle.

he does. jack walks peacefully to his favorite doctor assistant — knowing that there are a few others available —, but what catches him out of guard is how professional she’s acting. well, of course she always does her job correctly, but never this cold, this far — far from him. y/n does every step of the check-up carefully, trusting she’s great at hiding her thoughts from her expressions. they seem to be eating her up inside, that’s why she looks so focused on not messing it up.

“you alright? you look restless,” jack asks, genuinely concerned.

“all great, just got a lot on my plate today,” she replies, eyes on the clipboard with his informations. “good practice, jack. don’t come back here anytime soon.”

y/n turns her back at him to hide her frown, regretting her words. she just needs him to leave so she can breathe properly.

“thought i was your favorite patient.” he tries to lighten the mood. he really doesn’t want it to end that fast, but regrets it a second after, because when their eyes meet, she’s terrified.

“what? nope, no favorites around here. i treat every player equally. have you heard something about it?”

“hey, don’t worry, i was kidding.” jack watches her posture relax. “i promise to do my best only to come here to see you, is that okay?”

y/n freezes. what the hell is going on, right now?

“look, i like talking to you, alright? i���m not a fan of pain and bandages as well, i just don’t mind coming here when i know i’ll be seeing your pretty face.” jack decides to keep talking, afraid you’ll make any assumptions. “and i don’t want you to overthink that i’m giving mixed signs. so, y/n, i’d really like to take you on a date if you allow me.”

“yes. wait.” she covers her mouth then her face in embarrassment. jack softens, his smile grows bigger.

he waits patiently for her. in fact, he’d love to cup her cheeks on his own hands, but that’s hopefully for another day.

“i mean, yeah, it would be nice to go out with you,” she answers, holding a smile as best as she can. “but now i think you should go. wouldn’t wanna mess the queue and get me fired, right?”

he chuckles. there she is, the y/n that got him infatuated.

“of course. see you later, then?”

“don’t even dare getting a scratch on purpose, you hear me?”

“even though you’re adorable when you’re worried?”

“get out of my face right now!”

[somasbrianrot]

can you make one for the bloodline (when they were all still together) 🙏

female reader attacks rhea whenever she tries to challenge one of the guys in the bloodline or something (i suck at explaining oml)

A/N ofc I can, I genuinely love to write for the bloodline!

The Bloodline's Own Angel (The Bloodline X Wrestler!Reader)

Tension's in the Bloodline were high, Roman was stressed, the twins were kicking themselves for disappointing Roman and Solo was....well Solo, I stare into the mirror checking out my outfit, a stunning scarlet red dress draped over my body, complete with black heels, the representation of the bloodline.

it was almost time for our promo with The Judgement Day, I walk to guerilla where everyone is waiting "hey lil mama, took you a while to get here" says Jey "yeah sorry about that" he nods and slips off of the table he's sitting on and walks over to me "You ready to go?" I nod and he leads me over to Roman.

"Here" Paul walks over to me and hands me one of Roman's titles "He said if you were holding it, it would make you look better with the bloodlines image" I nod and hold it close to my chest.

Roman's music starts and we all slowly walk out, I watch Roman raise his title and I take it as a queue to hold up the one I'm holding, the crowd goes wild and we all make our way to the ring, I sit on the ropes and blow a kiss to the crowd before Jimmy helps me in the ring, Roman comes in last and we're all lined behind him.

The arena goes dark and then purple starts to bleed in, as well as a sinister theme, I roll my eyes as the lights come on and The Judgement Day all walk out, the crowd boos loudly as they all come over to the ring.

Jey is the first one to speak as he grabs the microphone Paul has "Woah woah, excuse me, what are they doing here?" he questions towards Roman "Well, now with tensions running high, we need friends"

"Just to be clear, this is only for our benefit" says Finn and I can see that Rhea is staring Solo down with intent, Jimmy switches places with his younger brother, but Rhea mirrors Solo's movements, smirking at him the meanwhile, before anyone can react, Dominik, Finn and Damian are pushing everyone else out of the ring, ensuing on a brawl but Rhea and Solo keep maintaining eye contact.

"You got no one to help you now grub, well not anyone who can fight, cause now you only got the wiseman and The Bloodlines little house wife" she points directly at me and I glare at her, I look down to the sides and see the boys trying to fight back against the others, but failing, they've got Roman, Jey and Jimmy all limp over each other.

I quietly pop my heels off as Rhea is pushing Solo around, I take advantage of the fact that she is distracted and superkick her right in the jaw, sending her down, the crowd goes wild and it starts to hurt my ears, but I run over to the ropes and jump on top, it looks like I'm going to go back onto Rhea but I jump out and crossbody the rest of The Judgement Day, I stand up and raise my hands.

I kneel down to make sure the boys are okay, one by one I help them stand "Oh my god I didn't know you had that in you mama!" Jey says excitedly and I smile at him, I slide back into the ring as Rhea's getting up, I stand in the corner and pound my fist against the ground, mimicking the way Roman does and I run towards Rhea, superman punching her.

Solo walks over, quietly staring me down before grabbing my arm and raising it to the crowd, I laugh and smile at Solo, the rest of the bloodline get into the ring and Roman comes over and holds my other hand up "Anyone who challenges my boys has to face the Bloodline's own angel!" I shout and the crowd goes wild.

The announcer desk is going completely crazy it seems "Did we just see The Bloodlines house wife have her wrestling debut?" I smile and Jimmy grabs the microphone from me "So, how about you 4 fools, verse me, my brothers and our angel? tonight!" he smirks at the bloodline as they glare at us and retreat down the ramp.

Soon after we retreat up the ramp and into guerilla, Jimmy and Jey are all jumpy, hugging me and talking about how I beat Rhea and the guys, Solo is...smiling? and Roman is just stoic "You proved that you're worthy of the bloodline today, but you better keep that energy in your match tonight" "Yes my tribal chief, thank you my tribal chief!"

Suffice to say, after the match I was pumped and Roman offered to take me and the boys to waffle house! I called shotgun as we ran to the car, today was a day I'd never forget

[bcbdrums]

Ok give me your feelings on SidStein and Sid/Naigus

First, to others waiting for ask answers - I answer out of order, sorry. I gotta go with what I'm in the mood to reply to and/or have time to reply to. So yeah.

Second, I'm DUMB I did not realize this ask was for the Bingo-card thing until you sent the ask a second time. So I'll answer to that second one with the Bingo card because...... I typed up this LOOOOOOONG reply that you see here, and realized right as I was about to drop it into queue that I'd totally misunderstood the ask. But. I wanted to ramble about this, so, the internet gets my opinions regardless.

I have SO many thoughts about Stein and Sid and things I plan to write (some very soon, which are mentioned herein but not in a fic context). Headcanons incoming!

Okay so I don't ship Stein/Sid but they are definitely very good friends. I think it probably started in the academy when Sid joined their class super-young just like Stein did. Younger than the average student, but not quite as young as Stein was. Very talented. I think he'd have caught Stein's attention for his skill at a young age, and also for his no-nonsense way of looking at things. Stein struggles with morality, and Sid is very black and white about everything. He never has those debates with himself, he's just got the answer ready to go. So I think that would have intrigued Stein.

Another thing is, Sid wouldn't have looked at Stein as a freak nor been afraid of him. In Sid's typical manner of taking things at face value, that's how he'd have taken Stein. Another talented meister who happens to enjoy vivisection as a hobby and thus he'd know to watch his back in that regard, but no differently than he watches his back generally. He truly wouldn't treat Stein differently than anyone else. This too would catch Stein's notice.

They'd become friends in a different way than Stein and Spirit are friends. No living together, only seeing each other in class, on assignments, and socially when Stein gets dragged out by Spirit to do things. And Sid would just...treat him like he treats everyone else. So, this and Sid's unique black and white take on everything would intrigue Stein.

He'd soon learn of and rely on Sid's absolute loyalty and trustworthiness in battle. He would possibly gradually make Sid a confidant and/or distraction as the world slowly begins to fall out from under Stein, as he sees a future coming where he may lose his weapon and then ultimately...it happens.

I think Sid stayed by Stein's side after that... After Spirit was gone, and with him, Stein's thready hold on sanity... (Or was Spirit also a hold on madness, hmm~) I think Sid was a rock for Stein in that time, because that's the kind of man Sid is. He's not the type to leave a friend in need. Even if he doesn't know how to help. And I think they'd remain good friends through the following years and Sid would be one of the reasons Stein didn't just...vanish off into the ether after losing Spirit.

I think Sid was a strong grounding force for Stein through those remaining years of Stein's adolescence and young adulthood even though Sid is younger. His unique grasp of morality would have continued to fascinate and confuse Stein, and be something he could use in his own confused rationalizations as he suddenly finds himself forced to navigate life without his weapon, using other weapons, and...then what, after he graduates? Sid would still be there.

So... I think when Sid died, Stein couldn't take it. He couldn't take the loss of another friend. But this time...he just might be able to do something about it. So he did. (I looked it up but couldn't find it anywhere, but some people imply?? That Lord Death ordered Stein to bring Sid back. If that's canon someone please direct me to the reference; maybe it's in SE NOT? I think Stein did it all on his own....)

So anyway....yeah. And I think after bringing Sid back to life, they remained good friends. Plenty of canon evidence (in both canons) to suggest as much. :)

Moving on now... Sid/Naigus. I've less to say here, I don't think about them too much. First off, yes, I like the ship. I think they were a couple while still in the academy together. I also think Naigus is slightly older than Sid. I think she was always there, an extension of Sid even through his friendship with Stein. Another calm and steady presence that perplexed and also helped steady our madman.

I also think Naigus reels Sid in from extremes. Because he's so black and white about everything, there may be areas that warrant some thought spent in the gray area that he is oblivious to, and she offers him that balance. Her thoughtfulness complements his iron will. Likewise, he brings out the best in her. A little knife who never makes death scythe, but is the choice weapon of someone who ultimately becomes a renowned three-star meister, highly-regarded teacher, and one in Lord Death's inner circle? And he chooses her. His fortitude would help her increase her confidence in herself, to be more sure and forthright with her opinions, even if they clash with his; after all, he's never shy of sharing, so why should she be? I think she has a deep empathy, but she's also as no-nonsense as Sid. She'll take the time to read people and a situation that Sid may not, but she won't pander to anyone.

I'm terrible at jokes and puns, but I keep wanting to say something here about... quick stabs of wisdom? They both cut to the chase? Someone more clever than me can say something about this later.

Are they a couple? Oh yes, yes they are. Sid likes women, and Mira likes Sid. I don't really know what else to say on that except they like everything about each other. Looks, personality, attitude, fighting styles... And they respect each other. They don't balk if the other tells them they need to rein something in; they'll listen. They know the other knows them that well. They're meister and weapon, after all. Who knows another's soul better than their partner?

Now, manga!Sid..... And I know you've not read it, so I won't spoil... But we're gonna ignore certain aspects of manga!Sid's personality because I think anyone reading this who has read the manga can agree with me that those aspects of Sid are just the author projecting his own...tendencies...onto the character. That's as far as I'll go with that. Sometimes things are just blatantly...not truly part of the story. So yeah.

THANK YOU again for this ask, I've actually had Stein and Sid on my mind quite a lot in these last few weeks. A fic is being mentally written, haha, and I looooove it.

[thecactifindahome]

Yeah, I'm in the middle of the books and I've already decided to read them again because some details can go unnoticed. And there are so many characters, stories, different historical periods, countries etc that you kind of need to study them like a bible. No wonder Sam Reid seems to read a little bit of them on a daily basis. TVC bible studies. 🤣😅 But I admit I compartmentalize and ignore some stuff on purpose because they're way too uncomfortable to me (some TTOTBT parts, for example, even if I find it a good book). Just my personal approach to it. Oh, I'm glad you love Armand too. 💗 Do you watch the show? Is he your favorite there too? Book Armand is my baby, but on the show everyone is at the top of their game that my love is equal. But Assad has this really creep thing where he is 100% my Armand. Most times people are 85%, 90% how I envision those characters, but he is totally my Armand. The face, expressions, body language, eyes, voice, walk... I've never seen someone match a character so well that I wouldn't change even the tiniest thing. It's like he was born out of my thoughts. 🤯 Still, in terms of adoration and rooting for, their show counterparts are on the same level for me.

Sorry for the late response! Tumblr is erratic about showing me my inbox on mobile, and I tend to just leave it to the queue on weekends/days off.

Yeah, I think it's fine to engage with the aspects of the series you enjoy and box up the others - god knows I'm more familiar with tva than anything that happens in totbt, lol. My little guy isn't even in it 🥺

Oh, showmand, showmand...he's my favorite both because he's Armand and because his portrayal in the show and reception by the fandom have produced a powerful protective instinct in me. Showmand comes across to me as a completely destroyed person in a way bookmand isn't - can you imagine showmand breaking down Marius' door with an axe? Can you imagine bookmand letting Louis break a wall with him? Or tolerating that level of disrespect from the theater coven? I can't, at all - showmand reads to me like a version of Armand who was broken by spending 10+ years with the show's version of Marius actively pimping him out that whole time. He's lost the pride and energy that kept bookmand hoping for something better out of life, and I hope he gets it back somehow. I love him dearly and it genuinely hurts my feelings to see bad things happen to what's left of him. I hope he gets to yank someone's scalp off next season, I sincerely think it would help him feel better.

I love Zaman's portrayal though! I honestly think he understands the character a lot better than some people involved in the show* do, it's evident in his acting and things he's said. S2E5 in particular demonstrates that he can bring the monstrous insect energy, and the confident menace that's just as important as the vulnerability also shows up whenever the script allows it. But good lord, that script was an anchor around his neck at times.

*Rolin Jones, I am talking about Rolin Jones right now. It's becoming increasingly apparent that his interest wanes the further away any aspect of the story gets from ☆♡☆|oustat☆♡☆ and if the other writers/Sam Reid don't rein him in soon I think he'll poison the show with it.

[onlygenxhere]

20, 51, and 59 for juke <3

Luke and Julie were in the studio minding their own business just making out like two normal teenagers when Alex and Reggie threw open the studio doors.

“Ugh,” Alex groaned and called over his shoulder. “I regret to inform you the straights are at it again.”

“Hey!” He and Julie both protested as Willie came rolling in on his board behind Alex.

“I’m offended,” Julie said sliding off Luke’s lap and handing him one of the pillows next to them without a word. He grinned and casually put it in his lap where she’d been.

“Yeah me too!” he pointed at himself.

Alex rolled his eyes as he sat in the recliner and Willie plopped right down in his lap.

Reggie was already in the other chair grinning like a loon, watching the show.

Alex was distracted by his boyfriend so Willie was the one that asked. “And why are you two offended? You were the ones making out in a public space and I thought we’d decided that was against the rules.”

“Yeah, no,” Luke started, “we definitely owe the rule breaking jar a fiver.”

“We’re offended you called us straight.” Julie nodded at them.

“What?” Alex finally looked up. “You two aren’t straight?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “None of us are straight dude.”

Reggie raised his hand, “I’m straight.”

They all looked at him until he put his hand down.

“Sweetie, we’re not getting into that right now.” Julie reached over and patted Reg on the knee making him blush and jump up. “I thought we had practice today.” He headed over to his bass not making eye contact with anyone.

Everyone ignored Reggie. He’d figure it out when he was ready.

“So you two aren’t straight?” Willie asked.

“When did you figure that out?” Alex leaned forward wrapping his arms around Willie’s waist to hold him steady.

Julie shrugged, “I’ve known I was bi since I was twelve.”

Luke grinned at his girlfriend long enough for Alex to get impatient.

“Luke?”

“Oh, yeah sorry.” He turned back to Alex. “I think everyone is hot so I’ve been thinking I might be pan?” he glanced at Julie again who nodded encouragingly. “At least bi.” He looked back at Alex. “I mean you and I had that thing…”

Alex’s eyes bugged out and he hid his face in Willie’s back who started to howl with laughter, “How have I not heard about THIS!?”

Alex stood up with Willie in his arms and set him down gently on his feet kissing him quickly. “Like Reggie said, we have practice.” He darted off to his kit and started checking his snares for tuning.

Willie plopped back down in the chair. “Well someone is going to tell me that story sometime soon.”

Luke and Julie got up and as Julie headed for her keyboard Luke leaned down and whispered, “I’ll tell you tomorrow if he doesn’t tonight.”

Willie gave him a wink and a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks man.”

Band practice went great for about an hour and then Julie missed her queue to come in on Now or Never and then thirty minutes later she flubbed her piano playing on Edge of Great. When she messed up the words to Wake Up, which they’d modified to make it a whole band piece, Luke knew something was wrong.

“Hey, baby.” He set his guitar down as he looked over at Julie who was looking more tired and sweaty than the rest of them and she’d been sitting the last couple of hours. “Are you ok?”

She sighed and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

They were all frowning at her as Reg reached over and put his hand on her forehead. “Oh no, she’s hot.” He looked over at Luke who was making his way over to her to check himself.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. His mom had always done that saying lips were a better judge of temperature. “Jules you’re burning up.”    

“Oh good,” She leaned against him, “Because I feel like shit.”

He chuckled. “Ok, band practice is over.” He scooped Julie up in his arms. “Everyone go drink like a gallon of orange juice.”

“What about you?” Reggie frowned as Luke turned to carry Julie up to the house.

“Dude,” Alex rolled his eyes. “Do you not remember what they were doing when we got here?”

“Oh…” Reggie nodded. “You’re screwed.”

Willie laughed from over on the sofa. “You need any help?” he asked standing up but keeping his distance.

Luke shook his head then paused. “Maybe text Ray and let him know what’s going on.” He glanced down at Julie who had her eyes closed and was leaning against his chest. “I’ll text my mom that I’m staying over here for a couple of days. I can’t afford to get either of them sick right now.”

The guys all nodded solemnly. They all knew his dad had just finished his first round of chemo for throat cancer a couple of weeks ago. Getting either of his parents sick right now would be… bad.

He got Julie up to her room and in her bed as quickly as possible. She was going downhill fast. Her teeth were chattering by the time he got back with some medicine to bring her fever down and a large glass of water.

He held her up, helped her take the pills and drink some of the water.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he laid her back down. “You’d marry me if I asked, right?”

“What?” he chuckled as he went to stand and she grabbed his hand tightly, tears filling her eyes.

“You’d marry me,” her voice broke, “if I asked… right?”

He had no idea where this was coming from and this wasn’t the time to ask. The answer was the same no matter the reason anyway.

Luke leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Yes, I’d marry you if you asked.”

She grinned. “I thought so.”

He went to stand again and she held his hand tighter. “Stay?”

He’d already agreed to marry her so what would be the harm in staying.

Still, he got in the bed on her other side but stayed on top of the covers so as not to upset Ray when he got home.

Although by the time Ray got home a couple hours later he was shivering and feverish too. Ray got him some meds and reluctantly agreed he might as well stay with Julie who was sound asleep.

She didn’t remember asking him if he’d marry her once they were well but Luke wrote it down and told her the whole story when they were on their honeymoon five years later.

[zombies-aliens]

Man. I'm down bad rn. I'm attached to a fucking girl bruh. It's so. Fucking. Dumb. I don't even wanna get into it. I'm so tired of worrying over nothing meanwhile she's probably not even worried an ounce about me. And why tf would she I'm literally ONE DUDE while she has an ABUNDANCE OF FRIENDS. I have close to zero she's got like the whole damn community at work in her corner who tf do I got again? If I leave nobody cares. Okay okay they'll pretend to miss me, then in a couple minutes I swear to God they'll be laughing it up with friends I promise you!! And boom just like that I'm forgotten and I'll eventually forget them too. Bc they got friends they got people to make them forget and feel better. Good for them unfortunately I don't have that luxury. I'm a lone wolf that feels like an outcast everytime I'm around people. Like look man I know it everyone knows it I ain't shit. It's the sad truth. How can I not see it. I'm a lame. It's the sad truth. Whatever. I'm attached to that person bc they are the only friend I talk to on a daily basis consistently. My dumbass went and got attached because there's literally no one else I do this with. There's nobody else who really made me think I'm actually friends with me back instead of it feeling like I'm their friends and I'm hoping to God they're still friends with me the next day. Oh but they check on me and ask if I'm okay bruh how dumb do you think I am you think I don't know words are just words? Words don't mean jack shit man. All I know is I'm attached, I care way more to an unhealthy extent apparently, and I don't know what else to do but to ghost once I move away to another state. They'll never find me again we'll never see each other and yeah I know it must come off as a shocker for them... maybe?... but as I said they'll be laughing it up with friends in a few minutes I'm not kidding too. They won't miss me that much if at fucking all they do. They'll probably all go drinking the same night and there you go. Fun times restablished. Matter fact fun times were never impacted by me anyway. So idk when I leave to another state and I'm about to leave the store I'm idk bc I know it's proper to put in a two weeks notice but fuck that store I'll tell them in a week they can kiss my ass they don't love me anyway. All I will say is thank you T for hiring me. But idc anymore. When I get the call that's it's time to go (sounds grim but it's a job position I'm in a queue for basically. Its already mine just a matter of time but hopefully it's very soon. Like even next week would be perfect. Just take me away from my attachment man) I'm probably delete her from my snap without notice. Maybe with notice. Still figuring it out. Might say "hey im so so sorry this was fun but its been bad for me.. I need to move on. Everythings okay. None of this is your fault. ooo 🫂

And I think I'll wait a month max before I do it. Bc say I get let go for whatever reason and I go back home where they're at. Now that would be painful for me. Awkward for everybody. But even still they wouldn't give a fuck. They probably think, "idiot"

I'm only doing this because I don't wanna be attached anymore. It's a one sided attachment and I'm tired of how I overthink and it's happening because of this attachment. So I have to break it off from me to fucking get a breath of fresh air.

[kirakiraaa42]

Chapter III - Abrupt friendship

JANUARY 2023

FRIDAY

(PROBABLY OCCASIONAL) TMI

Momo: I ate a lot of candy today during practice this morning and I needed to brush my teeth twice after.

Axelle: Some random stranger asked if I was in college, and I accidentally said I'm a highschooler. I only realized that I said that after I talked to her.

It was almost noon and all TWICE members were still in the practice room, having just finished their dance practice, and then recording a choreography version of one of their songs.

"Chaeyoung, do you have an extra shirt there?" Jihyo asks.

"Yes. You want this oversized one?" Chaeyoung asks Jihyo back, showing an oversized shirt.

"I'm literally sweating right now and you want me to wear an oversized shirt?" Jihyo laughs. "You're so funny, Chaeyoung."

"Oh sorry, unnie, haha! I have a regular shirt that you can wear." Chaeyoung gives Jihyo a regular sized shirt this time.

"Thanks, Chae! You're the best." Jihyo then takes the shirt from Chaeyoung and goes to the changing room.

Meanwhile, the others are just sitting on the sides, having their own little break.

Dahyun and Sana are having their own little bickering on snacks.

"Hey! You're taking away my snack. I was supposed to eat it, unnie..." Dahyun pouts.

"No, Dahyun, I'm just opening it. Mwehehehe." Sana teased.

Meanwhile, Nayeon and Tzuyu are leaning their heads into Jeongyeon's shoulder.

"Hey, do we have recording sessions later in the afternoon?" Nayeon asks.

"Yeah. We're all going to be going into the booth to record. Right, Tzuyu?" Jeongyeon added, asking Tzuyu.

Tzuyu nodded. "Mhmmm. Though I'm not focusing on that right now. I just want to have lunch."

Jihyo then comes back from the changing room, having worn the shirt she borrowed from Chaeyoung. She notices that two other members weren't in the practice room with them. She looks around for a few seconds, then she asks the other members.

"Guys, have you seen Mina and Momo?"

The others shrug.

"Weren't they here with us on the practice?" Tzuyu asks everyone.

"Mina went out to go buy a few things. Momo went out on her own. I don't know where she went, though." Sana answers.

"Should we call them?" Jeongyeon asks Jihyo.

Jihyo then thinks for a few brief moments, but knowing that Mina and Momo are probably doing personal stuff outside of work, she suggests not disturbing them for now.

"No, Jeongyeon-ah. Let's just wait for them until they come back. We'll just alert them if the sessions start."

Speaking of Momo, she is walking on her own again. As it was already noon, Momo felt so hot that even her cap wasn't enough to shield herself from the humid atmosphere.

"Ughhh... so hot." Momo fans herself with her hand. "I need to go to a... an AC-built convenience store or something."

Soon enough, she finds a convenience store with air conditioning inside. She exhales in relief as soon as she feels the cold air of the AC surrounding the entire interior of the store.

Later on, she gets a can of coke for herself and queues up at the counter. She doesn't even realize that Axelle was behind her.

As for Axelle, he's getting himself an iced coffee, as he also felt so hot too, and he needed a drink. He notices Momo in front of him, but Momo doesn't notice him. Yet.

After paying for her coke, Momo then sits down at a table near the glass wall. Axelle then pays for his iced coffee as well. He then thought of an idea to approach her, as he remembers the phrase back when Momo met him for the first time. So he used that when approaching Momo on her table.

"Hello! Is this seat taken?" Axelle points at the seat next to Momo, smiling slightly.

Momo looks up, gasping, as she realizes that Axelle is in the convenience store too. "Axelle! Hi! What are you doing here?"

"Iced coffee. It's hot outside." Axelle says.

"Same. I bought me some Coke." Momo then offers the seat next to her for Axelle. "Well, since you're now here, please sit down with me."

Per Momo's request, Axelle then sits in front of Momo. He then sees her opening her can of Coke. Funnily enough, Momo drinks from it, but the fizziness causes her to squeeze her eyes shut, waving her hand briskly. She exhales in relief.

"Ahhhh! So good."

When Axelle saw this, he chuckled. "What are you doing?"

The idol did the same. "The Coke is too fizzy! This is just how it is when I drink a can."

"You're cute, you know that?" Axelle smirks, sipping his iced coffee.

As she places her elbows on the tabletop and places her palms on her face, Momo turns to face the man and smiles sweetly at him. He even almost choked on his iced coffee because of Momo's sweet yet enticing act.

"Okay, I just said that you're cute, and now you are trying to be one now." Axelle chuckles softly.

"What's wrong? I'm merely just trying to prove your own point to you." Momo teases him.

Axelle then shakes his head chuckling. Momo sips from her can, and teases him again. "I figured you're also here in the convenience store to follow me?"

"No, I wasn't, haha! I didn't even know you were here until I saw you in front of the queue. I also figured you would've noticed me behind you." Axelle says.

"I didn't notice you were right behind me, either! The thing is, I've already established you as the guy who would just show up anywhere as long as I'm also in that place." Momo says.

"Hey. Don't mistake me for a stalker, though. I would never do that." Axelle grimaces.

Momo can clearly see that Axelle is a genuine person and holds no hostility nor threat to her. She shakes her head and chuckles lightly. "Don't worry, Axelle. I don't mistake you for a stalker or a sasaeng. You're just a normal student trying to strive harder for his dreams, and I respect you for that."

The Brit looks down on the table, smiling shyly. "You're just being too nice to me."

"Maybe I'm simply trying to be too nice to you, but there's more to it than that, Axelle. Haven't you noticed that we almost always end up meeting somewhere the same? It's such a strange feeling, but I can't help but not think that it's a coincidence. At least, I think the universe is telling us that we are fated to always see each other."

Axelle scoffs lightly. "I don't mean to offend or invalidate you, but it looks like you've been reading horoscopes or something."

Momo scowls at him. "No, I'm not! I'm just saying what I think from my point of view based on what I believe is happening at this moment. Or maybe I probably shouldn't have said anything..." She then frowns, pretending to be disappointed at Axelle's response.

Axelle must have offended Momo by his previous statement, so he quickly apologizes. "Sorry if I misunderstood you. You must be a person that views things subjectively. I didn't mean to invalidate you like that."

Momo goes silent for a few seconds, then he looks at Axelle with a slightly sad pout. "You're just too polite, Axelle. Fine, I forgive you." Then she drinks her can of Coke again.

"I didn't really think about what I said. I'm sorry again." He would then bow while staying in his seat.

She felt that Axelle was already too polite, so she shook her hand to signify that politeness isn't necessary. "No, no, no, no! Axelle, don't bow at me like that! I've already forgiven you, so please spare yourself the trouble."

"Okay, sorry, Momo."

"I said, don't be sorry!"

"Okay, sor-" Axelle covers his mouth, preventing himself from saying "sorry" too many times. In turn, this made Momo stifle a laugh.

The idol would then end up laughing anyway. She thought it was so adorable and hilarious seeing him struggling not to say the word. The college student would just grin in embarrassment.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're so cuteeee!!!! Say that again?" Momo teases him.

"Hey! Stop it!" Axelle laughs. "I'm not going to say that word again!"

"Come on! Say it again! Teehee!" Momo laughs.

"No!" He laughed louder.

Momo and Axelle continue to laugh and tease each other, not even noticing that the clock has struck 1 pm. It was clear that these two had already made a connection with each other. Even in a short span of time, it already felt like they have known each other for years, and it was indeed wholesome to see an abrupt, yet astounding friendship forming.

"Oh shoot! I have to go back to the JYP building! We have recording sessions to do!" The Japanese woman said, standing up, looking at the clock.

Axelle stands up from his chair, looking at his watch. "Same. I have to attend the remaining units for my Accounting subject. See you in a bit, Momo."

The two get out of the convenience store, and walk on their own separate paths. Axelle would then recall that he still hasn't got Momo's number.

"Oh, wait! I haven't got your number..."

He looks back, only to find out that she was gone. 

"...yet."

The Brit wanted to ask for her number. Much to his dismay, Momo was already gone from his sight. Axelle begins to walk back to his uni, slightly overthinking.

"I should've got her number earlier. Maybe I'll just rely on luck and meet her again sometime, somewhere."

10:00 PM

Momo just got out of practice sessions with the other TWICE members. The schedule was super tight and she wanted to have a little break on her own before she would deal with more hectic schedules for the following days to come. She went to a different convenience store this time and bought some food for herself, including her favorite meal, jokbal 족발 (pig's trotters) and soju. She is having her own little anju 안주 tonight.

She sets all of the food and the soju on the table. "Lucky I brought my own shot glass. I wouldn't have my anju if I didn't have this." Momo says to herself, opening up the jokbal she bought. She then takes a piece using her chopstick. She closes her eyes as she eats it, feeling delight even with just the first bite.

"Mmmmmm~! 맛있어!!! 맛있어!!! Jokbal is the best food in the world~!"

(맛있어 "masisseo" is an informal way of saying "delicious" in Korean.)

She opens her soju with a can opener that she also brought with her, pouring herself a shot.

"Mmm. Ah. Nothing like a good shot of soju in the silent night of Seoul." Momo then takes another piece of jokbal into her mouth, then takes another shot of soju.

One minute later, she would then notice Axelle yet again from a distance. He is in the cashier paying for a little tub of rosé tteokbokki 로제떡볶이. The thought of what Momo said earlier about them being destined to always see each other flashed to her mind. It seemed to be true. At least, that's what she thought when she saw him again.

Axelle heats up his rose tteokbokki in the nearby microwave. He would then soon take notice of Momo having her own anju on her table. Their widened eyes meet each other from a distance.

Axelle would mouth the words "You again?" but in a surprised manner, since he saw Momo again in the same convenience store, after having met him earlier in a separate convenience store at noon.

"Axelle! You again?" The idol mouthed her words as well. She feels the same as soon as she sees Axelle.

Axelle would then point to the microwave, indicating that he is still heating up his tteokbokki.

She responds by giving him a thumbs-up and then mouthing the words, "Come here after! I have soju! Let's have anju together!"

After his rosé tteokbokki has been heated up, he then comes to Momo's table and sits beside her.

"Axelle! I can't believe we have met again after only meeting earlier!" Momo waves her hand excitedly.

"Can't believe it too. It's a bit odd seeing you hours later." Axelle plops down the little tub of rosé tteokbokki on the table. "What are you doing here though?"

Momo looks at all the food and the soju she bought on the table. "I'm having my own little anju. I wanted to get out of the stress of dance practice for a bit. Also I was craving jokbal! I just love jokbal so much!"

Axelle tilts himself slightly and looks at the other food that she bought for herself. "You probably have overbought some food there, Momo. I was afraid that you'd be full after all that jokbal and then you won't be able to eat the other items."

The idol shook her head. "Don't worry, I'll just give the other snacks to the other members once I'm done here." She then takes a shot of soju. "Get that extra shot glass. I'll pour you a shot."

Knowing that he can't refuse a blessing, Axelle gets the shot glass with two hands and then Momo would give a shot of soju to him. He receives the drink and then bows his head. Momo notices this politeness that Axelle is exuding.

"Hey, Axelle. It is okay to not bow after receiving your shot. And you don't need to hold it with two hands. We're close friends now, after all! So just be casual, okay?"

"Oh, okay then." The young man holds the shot glass with one hand now, and then drinks it. "Thank you for offering me your soju, Momo."

"You're so cute, just seeing you all polite with me. But again, just be casual! No need for formalities!" Momo then takes a bite of her jokbal and then she drinks another shot of soju.

"So, Axelle, what brought you here in this time and place?"

"Same as you. I just wanted myself to be out of the stress. I put my homeworks on hold for now."

"That's good! Stress is very bad for your health. And unwinding for a bit won't anyway so..." She said, taking a shot. "Don't be afraid to take breaks once in a while."

Momo would then remember that Axelle had an eyepatch on his left eye four days ago, and now he doesn't have it. It seemed that his black eye had already healed.

"Axelle. Your eye is okay now!" Momo points at his left eye.

"Yeah. You didn't notice earlier when we met earlier at noon?" Axelle takes a piece of rice cake (tteokbokki) and chews on it.

"I didn't. The thought of that never crossed my mind as soon as we met earlier. But I'm glad you're okay now." Momo smiles softly. "But..."

"But what, Momo?"

"You wouldn't mind if I asked you what happened to your eye? Why did you have those bruises few days ago?" Momo asked.

Axelle hesitates for a few seconds. Even though he is now close with Momo, he isn't planning on telling everything about his life, especially not the part about being bullied. So he had to lie, while keeping a friendly demeanor to her.

"I had an accident at my uni, I was almost late to my class and I ended up hitting a few obstacles on the way, like a pillar or something. So that's why I had bruises a few days ago."

Momo tilts her head, narrowing her gaze at him. "Really? Are you sure that you weren't being pursued by someone or something?" She then gives Axelle another shot of soju.

Axelle shakes his head. "No, really. I wasn't pursued by someone. It's just a little accident, that's all. This is just my student life, I guess." He shrugs, taking the shot glass from Momo and drinking the soju. "But like they say, ain't no mountain high enough. I got to class anyway."

"Oh, good. I was a bit worried that someone was bullying you. I'm glad you're okay now."

Momo takes a few shots of soju, but she didn't keep track of how many shots she already did, to the point where she has become tipsy (To clarify, not DRUNK. Tipsy. Those are different terms). She can still handle the alcohol and manage to be sane for a while, at least for now.

"So, Axelle. Mmmm... You are also a footwear designer aside from being a student, right? Can you... like, disclose how much you earn from them..?"

"Yeah, I can disclose it. It's estimated around ₩24,000-₩26,000 per input, depending on the brand that I am designing for. If I could make five designs within a week, then I earn ₩120,000-₩129,000."

Momo was about to drink a shot when she heard how much Axelle earns, causing her to spill her drink and be gobsmacked.  "Wait... You earn T-THAT much? Just by designing footwear? But isn't this only a s-sideline of yours?"

Axelle nods. "Yes. Even though I might be freelance only, I always make designs, even though I wasn't even called for commissions. In the end, all of this is for my college tuition anyway."

She ate a piece of jokbal with her wobbly hand. "S-So in that case, have you designed footwear for some big brands like Nike, Birkenstock, Gucci or even O-Onitsuka Tiger?"

"Yeah, even Onitsuka Tiger."

Momo gasps. "Oh! Oh! I was brand ambassador for Onitsuka Tiger! I even wore one of their shoes that I used for a magazine photoshoot. W-Wait, wait! Don't tell me you designed some of the Onitai shoes that I wore?!"

(Onitai is a short form nickname for Onitsuka Tiger. Japanese tend to shorten names sometimes to make it a bit easier to remember.)

Axelle shrugs. "Who knows. Not telling you, though." He then takes a piece of rice cake.

"Oh come on! W-Why wouldn't you tell me?" Momo said excitedly, as she stood up. This is the time where Axelle would notice that she was a bit wobbly. Momo is beyond tipsy now. The alcohol has slowly permeated her entire system.

He stands up from his chair and supports Momo, holding her shoulders so that she wouldn't be able to fall.

"Momo. You okay? You have taken a few shots of soju already. Well, almost a few."

"Axelle! Come on... I'm not that drunk. J-just tell me if you designed those Onitai shoes that I wore...!" Momo says. Her face has seemingly gone red already.

"Momo, you're already drunk. We need you to-"

The Brit pauses, as a few people around the convenience store are now looking at them. He begins to feel embarrassment for himself, as he now had to take care of a drunk K-pop idol in public. He wraps his arms around Momo to support her, as she's losing her balance.

"Ah...! Momo. Please pull yourself together! There's people watching us!"

"Mmmmm?" She drunkenly gasps. "Axieeeee!!!!!! You'we so cutieeeee!!!!!" Momo squeals, hugging Axelle.

"AXIE?" He was taken aback by Momo's sudden nicknaming of him.

"Mmmm! You handsome-looking British boy! You look like a king! You look like Prince Harry the third or something?" Momo looks up at Axelle, sticking out her tongue playfully.

"Momo, what the hell are you saying?"

Axelle then helps Momo sit back in her chair, and notices a rectangular object in her pocket. He pulls it out, and he finds out it's her phone. He turns it on and swipes, showing the password keypad to Momo. "Momo! What's the password?"

"Axie..." She taps her fingers on Axelle's face as if he was her phone. "You know, I-I am... glad that I met you..."

"Momo, your phone should be the one that you are tapping on, not my face! What's the password on your phone?"

"Oh. Zzzsorry. Muehehehe. It's uh... " She then air writes the numbers 9, 6 , 1 and 1.

Axelle types in the numbers that Momo air wrote, and the phone unlocks. He then goes through Momo's contacts, finding the name "Im Nayeon." He then calls her, hoping that the other line will answer.

On the other end, Nayeon picked up the call. "Hello, Momo?"

"Nayeon-nim! It's me, Axelle!"

"Axelle? What? Why are you calling me through Momo's phone? Are you two together?" Nayeon asks, a bit confused.

"Yes! But I'll explain later! Momo is drunk right now and I need help here. She bought a lot of food for herself and I can't carry those AND her at the same time. So I need help, please, Nayeon-nim. We're here at this convenience store in front of the bakeshop, just two blocks to the right of the JYP building."

"Okay, I'm coming there ASAP! Tell Momo to hold on and wait for me!" Nayeon ends the call and starts to run out of her own apartment.

Meanwhile, Momo then stands up wobbling. She goes near Axelle and wraps her arms around Axelle's neck and wraps her legs around his. She's hanging like a koala now. "Axie! Let me hang on to you, pwease! Muhuhuhuehehehehehehehe!"

"Momo, no!"

Luckily Axelle was able to stay intact, so that Momo wouldn't fall from him. She drops her feet onto the ground, then lifts them up once more, wrapping her legs around his midsection, while still wrapping her arms on his neck.

"Weeee! I'm being carried by Axie!" She shouts like a child on a merry-go-round, giggling. "Turn around, turn around!"

Axelle was already annoyed at this point. Eventually, Momo would let go of him, standing up wobbling. The young man eventually helps her sit back in the chair so she could calm down and stay put.

He gently grabs Momo's shoulders, trying to console her. "Momo. Just please calm down. Nayeon-nim is on her way now."

"Nayeon? Yayyyy!" She puts her hands up as if she was on a roller coaster. "I miss Nayeon so muchuu!"

"Wait, stay right here. I'm going to get you some water."

"Nooo! Don't leave me pleaseee!!" Momo reaches her hands towards him.

But Axelle already left their table to go back inside to get a big bottle of water. While on the counter, he looks over at the glass wall to make sure that Momo isn't attempting to stand up.

Once he had already paid for the bottle of water, he quickly goes outside, back to their table, and opens the bottle of water. Momo grabs the bottle of water with her hands and drinks from it.

"Ahhhhh! I n-needed that water so much t-that I wanna take a bath now!" Momo attempts to pour the water over her head, but Axelle quickly takes the bottle away from her and sets it aside on the table.

The idol pouted. "Mmmph. Bad Axie. I will n-not call you 'Axie' ever again. Bad boy." She looks away, folding her arms.

The Brit just shakes his head and pulls his chair towards him. He rubs her back for comfort. While doing that, he looks around the area, hoping that Nayeon would come.

"Mmmmm... You know what, Axie? I g-gotta tell you sum'in." Momo says. She is still drunk and her face is still all red.

Axelle lends his ear to her and listens to what she has to say.

"Y'know, uhuehehehehe. I... uh... I'm glad to have met you, Axie. Like... Our friendship may be abrupt and... q-q-quick... I am so like... vibing with you. I vibe with you. A lot. Uguhehehehehe." Momo declares drunkenly.

"Um... thanks, I guess." He continues to rub her back.

"I also have... sum'in to tell you too..."

"What is it?" Axelle raises his eyebrows.

"I'm just glad... that you are a sweet person and... uh... very friendly towards me. I just thought you w-would... shun me away... b-because..."

"Yes, Momo?"

"Because... I... I..."

Axelle nods, anticipating what the woman will say. He moves closer to her in order to better hear her voice.

"Axie... I-"

TO BE CONTINUED

[yeosanghehetmon]

Missed Opportunity // Arthur ff

Female!Y/N is Komi again! because I love this concept Arthur is Tadano I guess. I ADDED CHIWOO!!!stan KINGDOM :D

Genre: Fluff

Currently, Y/N and KINGDOM are in the karaoke. Chiwoo chooses a few songs and sends them to the queue.

Chiwoo: Hurry up before I fill the queue with my songs! Also, everyone has to sing at least ONE song! Even someone with a communication disorder like you, Y/N!

Chiwoo squishes Y/N's cheeks, Arthur grumbles slightly. The song starts and Chiwoo grabs the mic. While Chiwoo is singing, Y/N is looking for a song. When she founds one, she send the song although she's unsure.

Chiwoo: COME ON!! SING IT WITH ME, HYUNGS!!

Dann: That's enough, Chiwoo!

Everyone but Arthur and Y/N boo him while laughing. They take turns singing and as Y/N's turn gets nearer and nearer, her trembling worsens. Soon, it was her turn. She holds the mic and her song of choice, Lost Umbrella starts but she misses the timing to start, making her tremble even more. The boys except Arthur were amazed.

KINGDOM: Her voice is so good!

Arthur: You guys are auditory hallucinating...

The song ends and Y/N sits back down, about to cry. Arthur shows a comforting smile at her. Then, it was his turn. As Arthur was singing, he glances at his friends. They were either busy eating or talking. He thought to himself.

Arthur: C'mon, guys! This hurts my feelings! Yeah, you hear me sing everyday but still...!

He looks at Y/N and sees that she's listening attentively, making him blush. Soon, it was time to head home. Arthur walked Y/N home and when they reached her house, he smiled at her.

Arthur: It was fun while it lasted. Well, see you soon. You should rest, you're probably very tired after all that. Oh, right, I'm sorry about Chiwoo. Sometimes he's... a menace.

Y/N nods and goes inside her house, closing the door. The both of them sigh and blush, thinking to themselves.

Arthur and Y/N: I missed the opportunity to confess my feelings again...

[souichieatr]

I’m literally begging u to write sum abt shinichiro when u kiss him in front of his lackeys while he’s in a meeting and he ends up fainting and u have to stay there until he wakes up and his group just ends up asking u questions while waiting for him to wake up😮‍💨

shinichiro fainting

THIS WAS SO CUTE 😭😭 sososo sorry it was so late but please do enjoy!!!

rushing into gangs hideout, looking over many heads hoping to find their leader. hearing greetings you wave and try to not seem too rude as you try to find him.

“he's in the corner over there, he refuses to get treated by anyone else but you” wakasa says walking up to you as a path clears on his arrival, nodding at him as you make your way in that direction. seeing him sitting in the corner leaning on the wall you crouch down.

“are you alive?” you ask looking at the new bruises blooming and dried blood under his nose, opening his eyes he gives you a tired smirk.

“im seeing an angel, am i in heaven?” he says squinting at you as if you're shining, scoffing at him you stand up and offering him your help in standing up.

“if anything you're going to hell” you say smiling as he takes your hands, pulling him up slowly as he falls in your arms. “are you okay?”

“i'm fine with you here” he mutters in your neck as he rests his head. “a kiss can fix me” he lifts his head up with a pout on his face. giggling at your reaction he leans in gently kissing you. now seeing their leader up on his feet you have everyone's attention as they all stare at their lovesick boss.

“are you sure you're fine? you look like you're about to faint shin” you say when you pull away from the kiss seeing his pale face.

“yeah i hope you can hold me” he says slowly as his head bops around and he slowly starts to lose his footing. cursing as his full weight is put on you, the closest person comes to help you after they see what happened. sitting him in the chair that's to the side you're given the first aid kit.

“he clocked out after a kiss, that's gotta be a new record” takeomi says when he stands by you, making the other guys around you laugh.

after fixing and cleaning his wounds everyone decides to wait around till shinichiro wakes up, you included, passing time they all spread out.

“y/n? may i ask you something?” one of the guys asks as most form a circle around you, nodding your head towards him. “did you know who shinichiro was before you started dating?”

“i knew shinichiro from school, not his gang stuff but i heard rumors so i guess?” you answered, then turning to another as he asks another question soon turning the waiting time into a question and answer. most of the guys asked with starry eyes as they all watch you with big eyes when you answer, more tune in the more you talk.

after about an hour you all hear gurgling then shuffling, turning around you shinichiro clutching his head in pain. he soon lifts his head seeing everyone on the floor surrounding you and him, looking at you with a confused face then to everyone.

“boss i didn't know you we're the romantic type” a guy in the back shouts. making the quiet silence be filled with laughter only deeping his confusion.

“yeah boss, how come we don't get surprise gifts?” another says, chuckling with everyone but when shinichiro looks at you for answers you turn away and continue laughing.

“the hell are you guys talking about?” he says sitting up in the chair.

“y/n was just here sharing stories while we waited for you to wake up” benkei shares as shinichiros eyes widen then he turns to you again.

“i think that's our queue to leave, let's leave fellas” takeomi breaks the tension as he and everyone makes their way out. not that their exit was quiet you can still hear the mumbles of their jokes and stifled laughs. when everyones gone, shinichiro turns to you with a frown.

“embarrassing me in front of them?”

“oh please i can tell them that you shit your pants and threw your pants at people and they'd copy you” you say getting up as you clean up the supplies you used. “besides i didn't tell them everything, that side of you is just for my eyes” you say, slightly cringing at your cheesy words.

“was that you being possessive? what a pleasant surprise” you hear the chair scraping on the floor then footsteps getting closer to you. speeding to put everything back he rests his chin on your shoulder. “i missed you, want me to walk you home?” he asks grabbing your bag that's on the side on you.

“you need to go home and rest so i'm fine” you say, turning around to grab your bag before he jerks it away from you.

“beeep wrong the correct answer was yes ‘shin my love i would like to be walked home by you my prince’” he says imitating your voice, dodging the hand your hand that tries to hit him with a laugh.

“whatever” you say walking first to the door as his laugh gets louder from the echo soon following you, shutting the lights off and waiting for him to lock the door. he grabs your hand leading you in the path he's walked many nights before to get you home.

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[your-averagewriter]

"I would treat you better than him."

Summary: Aonung doesn't treat (y/n) well and Neteyam won't stand for it any longer. (Neteyam x reader with slight Aonung x reader).

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: bullying, shouting, manipulation, fighting, kissing, making out?

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"I'm sorry, Aonung." I try, timidly. 

"Sorry isn't good enough (y/n)!" He shouts at me and I look around checking if there are people nearby. If people see him shouting at me then he'll get even angrier with me but I don't see anyone as we're tucked away in a secluded part of the beach, concealed by rocks.

"I'm sorry." I say again, tears brimming my eyes. "I won't do it again." I say pulling my arms close to my chest in case I have to defend myself. I've never had to before but he's unpredictable in this state.

He takes a couple of breaths with his hand on his forehead. 

"Just go," He says, relenting. "I'll see you later." He says as a question but I know it's not really voluntary so I just nod hoping to get it over with.

I scurry away and get ready to meet up with the Sully's, we're going to the Tree of Souls. One of the most beautiful places on Pandora, and even to this day I live in awe of it. Everyone's coming except for Kiri who said this morning that she was feeling a bit ill and was going to stay back today. That includes Aonung and his friend or maybe multiple, I don't remember.

Once I'm done and mentally ready after the jarring event earlier I head out to meet with Lo'ak and Neteyam.

I walk up to them, greeting them with a smile and a wave.

"Hey, guys." I say as they saddle up their ilus.

"Hey, (y/n)." Lo'ak replies.

"Hey." Neteyam says and he sounds a bit off but I decide not to question it, especially in front of a group of people.

Joining them, I saddle up my ilu and we await the others to turn up. They do quite quickly and as soon as Aonung turns up he wraps his arm around me and places a kiss on my head.

There seem to be two sides to Aonung, the nice side and then the not-so-nice side. 

When Aonung places a kiss on my head I don't miss how Neteyam's jaw clenches and his eyes seem to turn cold but it's too late to question it.

We start swimming and I can't help but smile seeing all of the beautiful creatures and nature surrounding us. 

Soon we get near the Tree of Souls. The entrance is surrounded by bizarrely shaped rocks forming arcs which can only be explained as awe-inspiring.

We bring the ilu above water and slowly drift towards it making sure that the newcomers get the full first-time experience. 

I smile, watching their faces gazing at the beautiful scenery, it is truly incredible.

Eventually, once we're close enough, Tsireya says for everyone to dismount so that the Sully's can connect to the Tree of Souls for the first time.

We slide off of the ilus and dive into the water, swimming towards the Tree of Souls. Aonung keeps me by him, swimming next to me but I can't help but feel Neteyam's eyes on me. I glance over at him and kind of catch him looking at me but he doesn't look away, he's seemingly glaring at Aonung?

They connect their queues to the trees and the experience seems to be overwhelmingly positive and wholesome which is good, there are occasionally some negative responses from those who have lost loved ones and such.

I swim over to the Neteyam and Lo'ak wanting to see how it went. Aonung tried to swim after me but I calmly place a hand on his chest and a kiss on his cheek, signaling for him to stay with a soft smile before I swim over.

I tap Neteyam on the shoulder as I reach the surface. Both the boys turn around.

"How was it?" I ask them with a smile.

"So cool!" Lo'ak says still excited only making me smile more.

"Neteyam?" I ask and he looks like I've just pulled him from a day dream or something.

"What?" He asks a little shaken.

"I asked how it was? The Tree of Souls?"

"Oh, yeah it was cool." He says with a forced smile and I decide to move on.

After a little while we all head back, not wanting to be back later than told. Once we get back we all split up again and head to our respective pods.

Bouncing along the Marui I make my way towards my pod. My pod is one of the furthest from the centre, however it is closest to the sea which is a positive.

"(y/n)." I hear a quiet voice say my name from around the corner. I turn to look and walk around to be met with two glowing yellow eyes in the dark. I squint and see that's it's Neteyam. Walking towards him, I feel confusion overwhelm me, why is he here? Did he need something? Did I forget something?

"Neteyam?" I ask the figure mostly covered by shadow. "What are you doing?" I ask, curiously.

"I need to talk to you." He says, moving to stand in the light. I stay quiet urging him to continue. "Can we go somewhere quieter?" He says looking around at the families eating their meals. I nod and follow him to the beach, a quiet part, though not the same as where Aonung takes me.

"So?" I ask, trying to not sound impatient but I properly come off like that. "Sorry." I say quietly and he looks confused. "I didn't mean to sound impatient," I say quietly even though no one could hear us even if we were shouting. I know he's not like Aonung, he won't shout at me but I still have that little voice in the back of my mind telling me he will.

"(y/n)," He says and my ears perk up.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"I'm not going to shout at you…" He says, the corners of his lips downturned.

"I know." I say and try a smile.

"He's not good for you." He says after a pause, out of the blue.

"Who?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"Aonung, he's not good for you." He repeats. "I've seen him shouting at you. He's not a good person and he doesn't treat you well." He says and I can sense him becoming angry.

"You just don't know him." I dismiss.

"I don't need to know him to know that he doesn't treat you right."

"He treats me how I deserve, sometimes I just- I do things that annoy him or things I shouldn't. It's my fault when he shouts at me."

"Did he tell you that?" He asks, mixture of surprise, sadness and anger in his voice.

"It doesn't matter whether he told me that-" 

"Of course it does! He's manipulated you into thinking that it's your fault." He shouts and it's the first time I've ever heard him shout. He takes a deep breath and places both his hands on my shoulders. "(y/n), he doesn't treat you well." He says slowly and again I feel myself tearing up.

"Well what am I meant to do?" I ask getting tearful. "Break up with him?" I ask.

"Yes!" He says like it's obvious.

"No one else would want me! No one else would have me!" I say, now in tears.

"Did he tell you that?" He asks, ears pricking up in anger.

"Yes, he made it very clear," I say in a spiteful tone. "No one would treat me any better!" I shout and it goes silent. After a few seconds, Neteyam speaks again.

"I would." He says and stares right into my eyes sending a shock down my spine.

"W-what?" I stutter out.

"I would treat you better than him." He repeats.

"Why?" I ask, my tears not stopping but slowing.

"Because you're beautiful, intelligent and you can do no wrong." He says with his full chest. "He shouldn't treat you like that and I refuse to watch him do so any longer. Now, you don't have to go with me, you don't even have to entertain the idea, but I refuse to watch him treat you like shit any longer."

I stand frozen for a moment, replaying the conversation in my head again and again.

"I care about you, Neteyam," I say quietly and I watch as his ears and tail droop, anticipating a letdown. "That's why I'm about to do this," I say taking a quick breath before placing a soft kiss against his lips. I pull back before he reciprocates. "I think you're beautiful as well," I say quietly, impressed with my sudden burst of confidence.

His yellow eyes stare into my blue ones and soon his lips are back on mine. His hands slowly make their way to my face, he cradles it like I'm a delicate flower which is a refreshing feeling.

His lips work slowly against mine as my hands move to his nape, I run them through his braided hair relishing the feeling of our bodies close to each other. The waves lap against the beach in the background as Neteyam's freckles glow, piercing through the darkness.

I pull back away from him and he looks into my eyes slightly confused. I slowly pull his hands down from my face and place them around my neck as I lean in towards his face. I kiss each of his freckles, softly and I try to get them all as he starts chuckling.

"What are you doing?" He asks. "Are you trying to kiss all of my face?" He asks chuckling, the kisses tickling.

"I'm kissing your freckles. They're pretty." I say with a smile which stops him from chuckling. He just looks into my eyes.

"How did Aonung get someone as sweet as you?" He questions to no one in particular, pressing a kiss to one of my wrists as I hold his face in place.

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AN: I'm sorry that Aonung isn't that accurate to his character, I just needed someone relevant to the plot to play the bad boyfriend character.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

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@coconut-dreamz

@melatonindaydreamz

[harleysarchive]

Met Gala | Lewis Hamilton

Fandom: Formula one Warning: Fluff Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader Summary: You’re going to the Met Gala with Lewis

A/N: Sorry for being gone so long. It was not planned. My health hasn’t been the best and now I’m finally feeling okay, which I’m so grateful for. But here is a fanfic that has been in the draft for a while. Enjoy! 

You were a nervous wreck. Getting ready for the Met Gala was something you didn’t do every day but it was an opportunity of a lifetime and you had to go. But GOD, were you shaking like a leaf in the autumn breeze. You heard a knock on the door as you were getting ready for tonight.

“Who is it?” you asked.

“It’s Lewis.” 

You smiled and let him in. Lewis Hamilton was your date for tonight and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him once he entered your hotel room. You and Lewis weren’t a thing but you hope to be one day, and hopefully that would happen today. You had loved the man ever since he started racing and had been by his side through thick and thin. 

“You look absolutely dashing,” you said as you looked at him through the mirror. He did a little twirl to show you his outfit. It fitted him so well and he looked so good in it. 

“Thank you! Are you ready to leave soon?” he asked. 

You were just about to put on your outfit for the night when he walked in.

“In a moment.”

“Good, I’ll be out in the living room waiting.”

You smiled. You had this beautiful dress designed for you and you looked and felt like a goddess in it. It was breathtaking and you just wanted the world to see it and ask for the designer. She had done an amazing job on it.

You got in the dress but soon realized that you needed some help with the zipper. So you walked out to the living room where Lewis was sitting on the sofa. When he heard the sound of you coming closer his eyes met yours and he froze. You looked absolutely breathtaking, well you always did to him.

“I need a little help with the zipper.” you confessed half embarrassed. Lewis smiled and rose from the sofa to help you. He walked behind you and you could feel his warm fingers against your back. He slid the zipper up gently and admired your figure from where he stood. The dress got tighter as the zipper found its place, but Lewis’ fingers didn’t leave your back. You could feel his breath on your neck and his fingers drawing small circles on your back up to your shoulders, making you relax. But as on queue someone knocked on the door to tell you that your limousine had arrived. 

Lewis held out his arm for you. You smiled and linked your arm with his. He guided you down the lobby and to the limousine. Opening the door for you and making sure that your dress was fully inside the ride before closing the door. You were still feeling nervous about tonight and Lewis could feel it. He looked over at you, seeing you look out the car window but your leg was bouncing. Which it always did when you were stressed or anxious. He put his hand on your knee, which made you shift focus from the New York skyscrapers to him.

“It’s going to be fine.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile. You wanted to believe him, but you were still nervous that people didn’t want you there. He was the famous one, not you. Lewis saw that you were still doubting so he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer.

“Hey, you are going to have a great time and I’m going to be by your side the whole evening.”

“Oh yeah?” you said with a hint of teasing.

“Definitely. I can’t leave you alone when you look as beautiful as you do tonight.” 

The limousine stopped just outside the gala and the paparazzis where going nuts with their cameras. 

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

Lewis took your hand and guided you out of the limousine. He helped you with your dress and you smiled at the paparazzis. Everyone was going crazy over the fact that Lewis brought a date to this gala. He guided you over to some of his friends and aspiring designers, whom you were sharing a table with later.

He never left your side for the entire night. For every interview. For every photo taken from the Gala, you were there next to him. The evening had been perfect in every way possible, but the evening would soon come to an end and you wouldn’t see Lewis for almost a month, due to the races. Your smile fell a bit over the thought of him not being by your side for such a long time and frankly, it made you sad. You wanted to be with him every waking moment. 

Lewis saw that your smile wasn’t as bright as it was a moment ago. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He gave you a look that told you that he didn’t believe you. You sighed.

“It was just a silly thought that’s all.”

“About what?”

This was the perfect moment to tell him how you felt. But did you dare to do it? 

“Nothing you need to worry about.” you said and felt slightly annoyed over the fact that you let such a golden opportunity slip pass you. It was perfect, but you got too scared.

“Well, at least let me remember this night with a picture of us.” He smiled and took out his phone. You got close to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You smiled, but not at the camera, but at Lewis. He snapped the picture and put down his phone.

“Is there something on my face?” he teased. Which made you smile and blush slightly. You tried to shove him away from you but Lewis pulled you closer. Your eyes met and you felt like you could drown in his dark brown eyes. 

He wanted to tell you how he felt. But for some reason this was the most scared he has been in his life. He was confident in everything he did, but you. You made him reach a level of happiness that no one else could. He had to tell you, but he didn’t know how. But having you here in his arms, so close to him made his fears go away. He leaned in and kissed you. You were shocked at first but in seconds it disappeared and you melted into the kiss. You had been longing for this to happen for ages and now it finally did. You broke off the kiss, which made Lewis worry. But you smiled at him to reassure him that nothing was wrong. 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you how I feel as well, but I guess that you beat me to it.” you joked which made Lewis laugh. But you kissed him again. I nthe background you could hear Lewis’s friends cheering and rooting for you. Screaming stuff like “finally” and “this took waaay to long man”. You just laughed but you were just as happy, perhaps even more. You were on cloud nine and beyond. Lewis felt the same way. Something he has been longing for, for quite sometime and finally he could call you his. 

Later that night on instagram you could see that Lewis had posted a series of pictures from the night and at the end was the picture of you and him, where he had added the text “My love” next to it. Your heart melted and the fans exploded in the comment section. 

[softsnzstuff]

Obsessed with content creator Steve! And very obsessed with his boyfriend trying to get him into bed! Now I’m imagining how Steve would react with Eddie as the sick one. Constantly leaving to check on his bf, noticing him in the chat and telling him to go to sleep, cutting the stream short to take care of him. The whole world is so cute.

Hi Anon! Sorry this has taken so long!!

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“Thanks for joining the stream everyone! Nothing crazy today, just playing some Mario Kart to kill time.” Steve made eye contact with the camera and smiled before turning his attention back to the stream.

“Why aren’t you playing with Eddie?” One viewer asked in the comments.

Steve noticed the message and looked back to the camera, “Someone went and got himself sick. He’s just in the next room resting.”

A flow of heart reacts and comments came rushing in.

“Feel better Eddie!”

“Poor guy, maybe next week.”

One message in particular made Steve do a double take:

“Thanks for the comments guys, I’m okay. Be back soon. -E”

Steve paused the game and looked towards the other room and then looked into the camera, “Eddie get off my stream! You’re supposed to be resting.”

Through the livestream, a faint response could be heard, “I am resting! I’m just also watching you. That counts.”

“Man, I can’t do a stream if I know you’re not getting your rest.”

No response.

Steve looked at the chat - “Don’t worry your pretty little head about me. Everything’s fine. -E”

The younger man rolled his eyes, resuming the game. Viewers could see Steve’s screen. He was playing as Shy Guy in the lightweight pipe car.

“Watch out for that banana!!”

“Cmon, Harrington can’t come in second!”

“Only one lap left!”

In the background, faint but painful sounding coughs could be heard.

“Is that Eddie?? Is he okay?”

Steve sighed, “Yeah that’s Eds. Hang on guys I’ll be right back.”

Steve paused the game and got up once he finished lap 3. He walked into the next room where Eddie was sprawled on their couch, watching the livestream on his phone. He was rubbing his throat, wincing from the recent coughing jag.

“Here babe, take some more of this.” Steve picked up a bottle of cough medicine off the counter and handed it to his boyfriend.

“Thanks Stevie.” The older man rasped. “You didn’t have to pause your stream.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah I did. You sound like shit, Munson. Wanna take care of you.”

“I can come sit in the room with you. So you know I’m resting?”

Steve nodded and retreated back to his gaming setup, putting the headphones back on. Eddie followed close behind, plopping himself on the futon in the background, barely visible.

“Eddie’s gonna sit in with us for the next race guys.” Steve smiled and flipped through the different course options. He settled on Luigi’s Mansion and queues up the race.

“Nxxt! H’nnnxt! NGT’chiew!” Eddie ducked into the collar of his shirt at the unexpected triple. He sniffled and then looked at Steve’s camera. “Sorry!”

Steve turned around, “Bless you, Eds.”

That was enough to set the chat off:

“Bless you!”

“Aw poor bb…”

Steve was halfway through lap two when Eddie started that god awful coughing again. Steve tried to turn around and look while keeping an eye on the race, concern visibly filling his chest.

Eddie cleared his throat once the fit had stopped. He noticed Steve’s backwards glances every now and then. “I’m fine Steve. You’re lucky I’m down for the count or I’d be whipping your ass at Mario Kart right now.”

Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head, focusing on finishing in first place. He had a turtle shell queued up and aimed perfectly to knock the NPC out of the running.

“YES!” Steve threw his hands in the air when he crossed the finish line.

In the background, Eddie exhaustedly pumped his fist in celebration, “Yay Steve!” He coughed, “Hissshiew! NG’tchiew! HAGT’schiew!”

“Bless you times three.” Steve turned back to the stream, “Alright everyone. This guys looking a little worse for wear. I think I’m gonna sign off and get him to bed.”

Steve said his sign off as final messages came in:

“Feel better soon! Get some rest!”

“Lots of fluids!!”

Eddie used both hands to blow a kiss at the camera as Steve shut down the stream.

“Alright Eddie, time for you to get some actual rest.” Steve helped him up by the elbow as Eddie scrubbed at his nose with the back of his hand.

“SnFF, yep soun’ds like a plan to m’be…”

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 195

Happy Tuesday! Sorry I forgot to queue, so the chapter is just under an hour late...

Realistically, I know a lot of people don’t notice when these are just an hour or two late, but I hatehatehate being late on anything.  I try to queue these, but it makes it hard to thank any new followers or readers week after week, so it goes back and forth.

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Thanks to @baelpenrose for his beta-readership, as always!

I was taking my daily run, carefully dodging other people as I made my way through the weird half-dawn phase we were currently in, when my databand chirped that a voice signal was coming through.  Since I could count the number of people it could be on my fingers and have some left over, I flicked my wrist to answer without losing my pace. “Hey.”

“Hey, Soph,” Arthur’s voice bounced along. “Got a question.”

“Go for it.” Two more miles, I thought, only half listening.

“What - you - boss - “

Gritting my teeth, I held the band a few inches from my ear. “Running, Farro. Say again?”

“What the FUCK did you do to my boss” errupted from my band, rattling my eyesight and sending me stumbling against a bulkhead.

I blinked hard and shook my head to clear it. “What the fuck, Arthur… You didn’t have to shout.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “Sorry, I realized you were running, so I was trying to make sure you could hear me from your waist.”

The urge to smack myself was nearly overwhelming, but I managed to limit it to pinching my nose and stretching my legs. “Not running now. What do you mean, what did I do to your boss?”

“He’s been in a shitty mood ever since he got back from the closed Council.”

I straightened before starting a light jog to cool down. “No clue what you’re talking about. I’m the one who kept his ass in the seat. Wait, why did you assume it was me?”

“Because he likes Pranav and Grey, and Xiomara and Huynh scare the crap out of him. Call it deductive reasoning.” A pause. “What do you mean, you kept his ass in the seat?”

Whoops. “Huynh called a vote to remove him, Grey seconded. Pranav would have been the final vote if I hadn’t talked Eino around. He didn’t tell you any of this?”

“Sophia, he’s Finnish. He didn’t tell me that he hated the tea I gave him as a peace offering for three years.”

“Pretty sure you’re exaggerating.”

“Pretty sure I’m not. Eino rarely tells me anything that isn’t strictly need to know, and ironically, the fact that the sudden promotion Hunyh apparently wanted to give me didn’t happen means the minutiae of Council business still isn’t on that list.”

Ugh. “Yeah. Okay. Short version, Eino was still convinced that the new data we found was a false lead and that we could trust the fleet to politely escort us to the planet they wouldn’t give us new data about.”

“And I’m not suddenly on the Council because you were briefly possessed by what, exactly? If there is a new sentient plague, please kill it with fire, I like the current one.”

I rolled my eyes and slowed to a brisk walk. “I didn’t want to inflict this job on you too soon, tempting as it was. So I just made him listen to the facts, and if he wanted to keep his opinion, I would have let them impeach him with a clean conscience.”

There were a few seconds of silence, but he eventually conceded. “That tracks. I’m assuming there will be more details when you aren’t galavanting through the corridors where everyone and your cat can hear you?”

“You know what they say about assuming…”

I could practically see him waving the comment away in my mind. “I’m already an ass, and you’re pretty good at it. Not too worried.”

“Speaking of asses,” I blurted before the idea fully formed. “Any idea where Eino is right now?”

“We split the Consulary work shift, and Beta is his community shift. No clue what that is.”

I knew exactly what it was - that was my job. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t say anything,” was the last response before the signal ended, halfway through me making an about face to backtrack three levels.

Eino’s community shift was in the aquaponics lab, helping with the thermal mineral spring simulations - specifically balancing the environments and advising on tolerances. I signalled for entry, and as soon as the doors opened, I was smacked in the face with a wall of hot air that was a close first cousin to a cow fart.

Methane and sulfur balances, I groaned as I coughed up a lung and scrabbled for protective gear.  After three or four breaths of clean oxygen, my eyes started clearing. I was able to make out a pair of bunny shoes, realizing I needed to stand up straight.

“Can I help you, Councilor?” a muffled voice asked from behind a full face shield.

Speech still wasn’t happening, mainly because I refused to remove the oxygen tank from my face. Instead, I sent a message typed with one hand. “I need to borrow Eino for half an hour, maybe less.”

A muffled response and a much clearer nod, and the clean-suit enveloped person hurried off.  Unfortunately, Eino must have been in the middle of something important, because my oxygen tank was giving the one-minute warning by the time two bodies returned, one of which nodded behind me to the exit.

No need to ask twice.

Panting in the less humid air, I took the proffered towel and started mopping yellow sweat from my skin. “What on… wherever… are you all working on in there?”

As he finally removed the cowl of his clean suit, I was somewhat gratified to see that Eino had been sweating as well. “Recalibrating the experimental environments to account for the new data. It has been incredibly unpleasant, but necessary.”

“I will take your word.” The towel, by now, was damp and, frankly, stained with airborne particles that had been stuck to me. “I bet I smell terrible.”

“Thankfully, I do not gamble.” what in the - was that a joke? “I can only be spared for twenty minutes, Councilor Reid.”

Cool. Straight to the punch. “What is your issue with Derek Okafor?” When he stared at me in surprise, I clarified. “In the session, you were adamant that he wasn’t a reliable source, that he isn’t an expert in nonverbal language - you did everything in your power to invalidate the information he uncovered.  It could have endangered the entire Ark, what’s left of the human race to our knowledge.”  I took a deep breath before confessing the part I didn’t want to admit. “It was irrational, and completely out of character for you.”

It almost physically hurt me to say, after the way he disparaged Derek, but it was also the truth. I couldn’t accuse him of ignoring reality while doing it myself.

“I have no issues with Mr. Okafor - “

“Don’t lie.”

“Your glares do not work on me, Councilor. I would like to think you had realized that in our decade of working together.” Pulling out another towel, he started briskly rubbing his hair. “I have no issues with his quality of work.”

“Then what is it? You have ten minutes left, and I need to know if I’m going to keep fighting for your job.”

“I doubt it will be necessary, although I appreciate your dedication.” Resting his head against the bulkhead, Eino took a deep breath. “He is so rude,” he sighed.

All I could do was gape. The bluntest, most prickly, most closed off human type being I had ever met thought Derek was rude!?

He didn’t even open his eyes. “Pot, kettle, yes, I understand the irony.” Suddenly, he was staring me down, forehead creased. “He has no respect for privacy, his language is foul, he rambles for long periods of time, and simply broadcasts his emotions and opinions all over the Ark and - “

He was abruptly interrupted by a high-pitched, hysterical howl.  Alarm hit his face like an electric shock and he abruptly stood from the bulkhead he had leaned against with a panicked air.

“Miss Reid, are you okay?”

I nodded, but tears were rolling down my face and I had fallen on my ass, ribs and abdominals aching with laughter. As soon as I halfway caught my breath, another howl of it pealed from me. “You,” I gasped. “Don’t like.” Hunhhhh. “Derek - “ I sputtered for a moment as one laugh tried to come through my mouth and nose at the same time, unfortunately while I was trying to inhale.  After coughing for a minute, I managed to get the whole sentence out. “You don’t like Derek, because he’s a dick?”

It was the most bizarre, surreal, human thing Eino could have possibly admitted. If my ribs hadn’t protested, I would have started laughing again when the next thought occurred to me. “Wait. You’re jealous that he’s a dick and people accommodate that, so he takes advantage of it, but when you’re rude, we don’t scramble to baby you?”

To his credit, Eino looked both horrified and nauseous at the mere suggestion. “Never,” he exclaimed. “I can learn to tolerate your friendliness and oversharing, and Miss Harper’s informative sharing of information which I did not ask for but nonetheless benefit from knowing. Mr. Okafor is simply rude, to the limit of the word. I am only grateful that our work intersects directly so infrequently.”

“So you aren’t jealous,” I admitted, realizing our time was up and his calibrations really were important. “But you don’t like Derek because he’s a dick?”

“If only because we have not fully cloned a whale, possibly the biggest dick on the Ark, yes.”  With that, he snugged his hood and reentered the lab.

To my absolute dismay, I was so busy gasping with renewed laughter that I caught the escaping puff of methane-  and sulfur-tainted air directly in the mouth.

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