#grey crew sweatshirt

[freshthoughts2020]

[fearofgodessentialshoodie]

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[uc1wa]

college jason getting horny while listening to you talk about books 😵‍💫

18+ minors dni

having a smart girlfriend was hard.

having a girlfriend whose time was consumed with studying in the library, attending professor's office hours, reading books in bed, and spending all-nighters finishing essays was hard.

but having a girlfriend who made time for her sweet boyfriend, despite attempting to be at the top of her class, was harder.

jason didn't mean to, he swears his cock has a mind of its own when he's sat on your bed and you're at your desk. when you're telling him about the newest book you've begun reading. a romance novel with plenty of action to keep you on your toes—the types of novels that you knew jason loved. telling him about it as a recommendation.

but why did you have to look all pretty with help from the low-lit lamp beside you? hair thrown into a bun with a sweatshirt two sizes too big, holding the book with a grin tugging your cheeks as your eyes wandered—not paying attention to anything in specific as you told him a summary without revealing too much.

it should be a sin. it should be a sin for his girlfriend to be perfect in every aspect possible. because, do you see what you're doing to him? eyes roaming everywhere in the room, but somehow missing the tent that's raised in grey sweatpants worn by your boyfriend. missing the way jason's fists are clenched in some sort of self-control while his teeth are tugging his own lip and he swears a bead of sweat falls down his face.

and even when he's got you riding him all pretty, tits bouncing underneath the university crew you sported while being full of his length, it's still not enough. "'n... fuck princess, tell me 'bout the next book you're thinkin' of."

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Your Secret (Melissa Schemmenti x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Melissa desperately try to keep your secret during Development Day

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of marking

“Where’d you get that sweatshirt?”

You looked down at your body, the familiar grey material soft against your skin. Your thumb ran over the worn cuff, the scent clinging to it helping to calm your heart. The faded design on the front was barely visible any longer, the years wearing it away.

“Why?” you asked, looking back to Janine, “I don’t think it’s going to salvage your outfit.”

“Hey,” she protested.

You lent over, hand extended. Melissa’s slapped against yours, the move practiced to the point where neither of you had to look at one another. The slide of her palm against yours still sent warmth up your arm, her touch familiar and still so enticing. Her eyes flickered up to you, then down your body before returning to the work in front of her.

“No really, it looks familiar,” Janine said, interrupting your thoughts.

You froze, Melissa doing the same in your periphery.

“Well, it’s not the only one in existence,” you replied, keeping your voice level.

There was no need for her to know exactly where you got it from. No one else needed to know the memory of gentle hands gently zipping you up into it that morning, or the soft kiss you’d received before leaving, hands tugging on the pockets until a warm body brushed against yours. No one had to know the whispered words in your ear or the promises made about wearing your girlfriend’s clothes. No one had to know how you buried your nose in the collar, just to smell her when she wasn’t there.

“I’m sure plenty of people have those,” Melissa said.

“I suppose,” she said, “maybe I’ve just seen you wear it before.”

“Maybe,” you said.

Your eyes flicked up, finding Melissa’s before you both looked away.

“Oh the sweatshirt?” you asked later while filming an interview for the camera crew, “it’s just a sweatshirt. Nothing special about it.”

The director raised an eyebrow.

“I just like it,” was all you could say.

A hand shot out of a classroom as you passed by, grasping you by the wrist and pulling you in. The door slammed shut, echoing down the hall in the least subtle manner you’d seen. Which was saying a lot given you knew Janine. The hold around you wrist tightened, tugging you forward against a warm body.

“You need to take this off,” Melissa growled, tugging on the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“I could do that but there’s going to be a lot more questions if I do,” you replied, “hence why you lent it to me.”

Fingers played with the zipper, pulling it down just low enough for her to see the dark bruises on your skin. You shivered as she traced one, smirking down at your chest. Reaching out, you rested your hands on her hips, sliding around until your hands found their way into the back pockets of her jeans.

“Do you really want me to take it off?” you asked.

“Not unless you have something to replace it with,” she said, still staring down at your chest.

“I don’t but tonight, when we’re done here and we go back to your place,” you murmured, drawing closer to her, “I’ll take off anything you want me to.”

“I’ll take that deal,” she said before kissing you.

You’d never grow tired of her kissing you.

“Now you get that sexy ass outta here before Janine begins asking any more questions.”

Her fingers were slow as she zipped up the sweatshirt again, fingers ghosting over your skin. You pressed another kiss to her lips, a promise of later caught between you. You slipped out of her classroom, inhaling the scent of her on the collar of her sweatshirt.

Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you got to work cleaning up your own classroom on the second floor. Rearranging desks and hanging up posters, you pushed the sleeves up your arms. Then you paused, remembering Melissa doing that exact action in that exact sweatshirt. The grin on your face was all your own.

“Hey, nice sweatshirt.”

You spun, finding Jacob in your doorway.

“Yeah, it’s the talk of development day, apparently,” you replied, hoping that would be the end of it.

“Have you worn it here before?” he asked, “only it looks so familiar.”

“Maybe,” you said.

“Looks good,” he said.

“Thanks.”

You turned away from him, going back to the work he’d interrupted. That had to be the end of it. It had to be. It was just a sweatshirt. And you didn’t have an alternate option to cover the skin exposed by your tank top.

Hours later, the phone in your pocket vibrated. You pulled it out, the group chat calling you away to join the gang in the staff room. You sighed, rolling your eyes. Someone had let Janine back in, probably Gregory.

Shoving your hands into the pockets of the hoodie, you sauntered a few doors down. People were gathered around a table. Your eyes immediately found Melissa, warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of her.

“What’s the emergency?” you asked.

“They’ve found old photos of past development days,” Melissa replied.

You gasped, “we can see young Barbra?”

Melissa nudged your shoulder as you came to stand beside her, flashing you one of those fond smiles you’d grown drunk on over the summer. The brush of her arm against yours was thrilling, even after all the months you’d been with her. Touching her in a room full of people when they didn’t know, it was a heady combination.

“Melissa, is this you?” Janine was pointing at a faded photo from the early 2000s.

“You that bad at recognising faces?” she asked, crossing her arms and pursing her lips.

“Oooo I want to see baby Melissa,” you said, reaching out for the photo.

You plucked it out of Janine’s hand, eyes scanning for the familiar red head. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you tried to contain your grin, seeing her there with the others, so familiar and yet like a whole other person.

“Aw, look at you,” you said, showing her the picture, “this woman looks like she’s fun.”

“I don’t look like I’m fun?” She cocked her hip, eyebrow raising.

“You’re very fun,” you replied, patting her shoulder.

She looked over your shoulder at the photo again. Your own eyes turned down to it before they widened. You were slow to look at her, finding her own eyes already on you. She snatched it out of your hand.

“What is it?” Janine asked, looking between you and her.

“None of your business,” Melissa snapped.

The photo was snatched out of her hand. Your mouth fell open, Jacob seemingly shocked at his own daring, shoving it at Janine. She looked down at it, then back at you. Gregory looked over his shoulder, face growing blank as he looked up at you too, gaze lingering on your top.

“Isn’t this the same sweatshirt you’re wearing?” Janine asked.

“Is it?” Jacob snatched the picture back from her.

His head swivelled from it to you to Melissa.

“I must have borrowed it from her,” you said, looking at her.

“Melissa doesn’t share clothes,” Janine said.

“Not with people she doesn’t like,” you replied, “she likes me.”

“And I know she won’t make anything I lend her look terrible,” Melissa said.

“Didn’t you recognise it when I asked you earlier?” she asked.

“Whaddaya mean?” she asked in return.

“Earlier, I said the sweatshirt looked familiar and you both said it was something other people owned too. Didn’t you recognise it?” she said.

“Maybe I didn’t want you prying into my business,” she replied.

There was a moment of silence.

“You’ve let her wear your leather jacket before too,” Gregory said.

“What?” Melissa whipped towards him

“More than once,” Jacob said.

“You won’t even let me touch it,” Janine said.

You turned to look at her, finding her eyes turning to you too. She gave a small, almost imperceptible shake of her head. You curled your arms around your body, pressing the soft material to your skin, the second best thing to her touch. You tilted your head, raising both your eyebrows at her.

A sharp intake of breath had both of your heads snapping around. Janine was looking between to the two of you, eyes widening, a grin spreading over her face. You opened your mouth before a warm hand slapped over it. Melissa was glaring across the table at the young woman, not acknowledging the way your lips brushed her palm.

“You two are-“ Janine tried to say before Melissa interrupted.

“We’re friends.”

You saw Jacob’s eyes widening and your shoulders slumped. Grasping her wrist, you were gentle to take her hand from your mouth.

“Mel,” you whispered, “I think the game is up.”

Her eyes flashed to yours before softening. You threaded your fingers through hers, giving her a small smile, slightly sad and yet there was a bit of relief.

“We’ve been together for almost a year,” you said, turning to look at the assembled group.

Janine was grinning so wide.

“And that’s all we’re telling youse about it,” Melissa said.

“This is great. This is so great. Who else knows? Do we have to keep it a secret?” she shot at the two of you.

“You figure it out,” Melissa said.

She dragged you out of the room by your joined hands. You guided her to your classroom, closing the door quietly. Seating her on one of your desks, you stood between her legs, hands sliding up her thighs to hold her hips.

“So they know,” you prompted.

“I don’t like it,” she growled.

“I know,” you said, “I know we wanted it to keep it quiet. But we couldn’t keep it a secret forever.”

“Couldn’t we?” she asked, the anger still bubbling below the surface.

“Honey.” You tucked some hair behind her ear, “when we get married I don’t want to keep that a secret. I’ll want to be showing off that I bagged the hottest woman in Philly.”

“When we get married?”

You chuckled, leaning forward until your forehead was pressed against hers. Her breath puffed over your lips, arms winding around your neck.

“I want you forever, Melissa Schemmenti. I want you to be mine in every way possible,” you murmured.

When she kissed you, it was like sunshine was being poured directly into your heart. You melted against her, pulling her closer, never wanting any space between the two of you. The way she sighed into your mouth told you she wanted the same thing.

“See? I told you.”

You stepped out of the way, watching Melissa grit her teeth as she hopped off the table. She strode to the door, Janine already running away.

“I’ll meet you at home later?” you called after her.

She raised her hand in acknowledgement, following in the receding footsteps of Janine. Yeah, you were going to marry that woman one day.

[jsluvtzu]

ruined her sweater

g!p hirai momo x fem!reader

summary: it all started with a bag of gummy bears

cw: no plot. just smut. men dni, voyeurismish, exhibitionism

wc: 1.5k

a/n: I WAS FEELING PARTICULARLY TOP WRITING THIS CAN YOU GUYS TELL!!!! tbh not my best work but we move on!

momo and you finally had the same day off from work.

it’s been weeks since you two had gotten to spend quality time together, so you both decided to make the rare day a date.

you bought tickets to see some new movie, making sure to pick your seats at the very top row.

both of your outfits were matching, but rather casual — momo wearing grey sweatpants with a black tee, and you with one of her black crew neck sweatshirts paired with a grey skirt.

after getting some overpriced candy from the concessions area, you both headed inside the designated theater and up to your seats.

the movie didn’t start until 3:30, and it was only 3:18, so you had plenty of time to put your plan into action.

“babe, can you open the gummy bears for me please?”

momo nodded and grabbed the bag to rip it open for you, but gasped when her lap was somehow littered with colorful little candies all over it.

“oh shit, i didn’t mean to do that. sorry baby, lemme clean it up for you.”

you were lying straight through your teeth. you had every intention to spill those food dye infused gummies on her.

your hand accidentally slammed into hers when momo was prying the bag open and accidentally knocked the bag out of her hands.

momo tsked at you annoyedly and lifted her arms up to give you room and clean up the mess you so innocently made.

the dimly lit theater hid the forming smirk on your face when your palm brushed lightly against momo’s dick.

you sat up straight and turned to face your body towards your girlfriend, leaning in close to whisper in her ear,

“let me make it up to you.”

momo turned to look at you with furrowed brows, your faces merely centimeters apart.

“what? y/n, there’s people around. we can’t.”

you were still rubbing momo through her sweatpants, feeling her get harder with every movement you made.

“mm, but it’s dark in here”, your hand moving up and under her shirt, rubbing at her abs. “nobody’s around us baby, you just have to stay quiet for me”, you said, reaching the waistband of her boxers, “can you do that for me?”

momo let out a small whimper when she felt your fingers wrap around the base of her cock.

“y-y/n.. we can’t..”

you cooed at her gently and reassured her as you freed her cock from her pants, letting it rest against her stomach.

your girlfriend scanned around the room, frantically praying that nobody was close enough to see what was going on.

it was obvious that she felt exposed when she desperately attempted to cover her lap with her hands.

her hands couldn’t even fully cover her length though, leaving only half of herself protected.

you leaned back to cross your arms over your waist, grabbing the ends of momo’s sweatshirt and pulling it over your head, revealing your favorite tight fit tank top that made your boobs look good.

momo watched silently and gulped at the tempting sight of you.

your hair was splayed over one shoulder, a little messy from pulling off the sweatshirt — the spaghetti straps on your top showing off your toned arms in the dim light.

she let out a small sigh of relief when you laid the sweatshirt over her lap, relaxing her tensed body and leaning back into the seat.

“better?”, you said, laughing slightly at your girlfriend’s shyness.

momo nodded and gripped the armrests, mentally preparing herself.

her cock was uncomfortably hard at this point, the tip of it poking through the cloth, making a visible tent on her lap.

you leaned in to give your girlfriend a kiss, smiling into it and feeling her moan against your lips.

when momo felt your lips leave hers, she whined in confusion when you pulled back and sat back into your seat, picking your phone up and scrolling through it.

“y/n..? what’re you doing?”

you kept your eyes on your screen and answered without looking at her, “hm? i’m just passing time before the movie starts.”

even in the dark theater, you felt momo’s confused stare boring into the side of your head.

“but.. i- i thought..”, her voice soft and whiny.

you turned your head to look at her, feigning innocence.

both of you shot glances down to her lap at the same time, sending a silent message to each other.

“i thought you said we couldn’t?”, you said, tilting your head slightly.

your girlfriend shook her head immediately, regretting her previous decision.

“no! no, i didn’t- i just..”

momo licked her lips while she gathered her thoughts together.

“need you..”, she said at a barely audible volume, facing her head down shyly.

“hm? speak up, love.”

you pressed the power button on your phone and threw it on the empty seat to your right, reaching over to release your girlfriend’s grip from the armrest and locking your fingers together.

“y/n.. please..”

“please what baby? i won’t know what you really want if you don’t use your words”, you said, gently rubbing her thumb with yours.

“need you to.. touch me.”

“yeah? even with these people watching?”, you shot your gaze straight ahead at the two guys sitting in the last few seats, momo turning her head to join you.

“i don’t even care anymore, y/n. ‘s hurts so bad- please.”

you hummed and let go of momo’s hand, satisfied with getting the reaction you wanted out of her, only to land it back on her cock under her sweatshirt, grabbing at and stroking her length slowly.

the lights suddenly turned off completely with the theater turning pitch black, the ads getting replaced with the movie’s opening scene.

a few minutes passed and you hadn’t changed your pace on momo’s dick, your left arm slotted under her right one and your head resting on her shoulder.

your poor needy girlfriend was growing increasingly frustrated with your lack of action, her release nowhere near in sight.

she was squirming under your touch and whimpering when your thumb would skillfully rub circles around her tip.

“fuck y/n please.. ‘need more- ‘wanna cum so bad please.”

her pleads were getting louder the longer your teasing went on, your movements switching between lazily pumping her and twisting your cupped palm around her thick cock.

“shhh, you have to be quiet baby, you don’t want all these people to know how dumb you’re getting for me do you?”, you said, nuzzling your face into momo’s neck.

you felt her shake her head and heard her attempts at biting back her whimpers as best as she could.

at this angle, your boobs were in perfect view for momo to stare at, her eyes locked onto your chest.

you noticed and wanted momo to focus on watching whatever was playing, “keep your eyes on the screen, or i stop and leave you with nothing. you understand?”

momo let out small whines and tried her hardest to keep herself together, grinding herself into your hand with ease when her dick was lubed up with her own precum.

you lifted your head up to her ear and nibbled at her earlobe, softly moaning to rile her up even more.

“such a needy little thing aren’t you? you don’t even care if everyone can hear your pretty moans for me hm?”, you knew momo loved it when you talked her through it.

“just wanna be good for me and cum all over my hand, right baby?”

“fuck yes, yes y/n, ‘wanna be fuck- so good for you.”

you kissed her cheek and slid your free hand under the cover, flattening that hand and rubbing a circular motion over her tip while you massaged your other hand up and down her cock.

unfortunately, momo’s moans were getting uncontrollably loud and you needed to shut her up.

“look at me, pretty girl”, you said, kissing her immediately to suppress her whimpers.

her dick was already sensitive from your prolonged foreplay, making her extremely close to cumming when you started palming her dick back and forth faster and pumping her length faster, driving her absolutely crazy.

“mmph, fuck y/n, ‘gna fucking cum- fuck, fuck, fuck-”

you felt her cock pulsing in your hand as it got soaked with her cum flowing out in increments, choked moans escaping her lips.

“that’s it baby, so good for me..”, you praised her with coos and pretty names as you helped her come down from her high.

momo threw her head back against the headrest and tried to catch her breath, mumbling out small thank yous in between her gasps.

you wiped your hands on her now ruined sweatshirt, cleaning off her dick gently with the sleeve and tucking it back into her boxers for her.

“you made a mess all over your sweatshirt baby, it was expensive too.”

“it’s fine.. was worth it..”

needless to say, the two of you left the movie theater with disgusted stares following you the whole way out.

[msmoony7]

hey!! can you please do a fic with calum hood, maybe enemies to lovers and reader is the bands photographer or something like that (it’s okay if you don’t want to🫶🏼🫶🏼)

Love your work!!

note: hope u like it! I haven't written for 5sos yet AND i’ve never written enemies to lovers so i hope it’s good and enemy-y angsty enough. also pretend the first stop was LA and that the tour was six weeks idk how long it actually was this is just what i imagined for my little fanon fic LMAO. I kinda left this on a cliffhanger. Maybe part 2 soon??

calum hood x reader

word count: 1.84k

You wake up to the sun peeking through the cracks in your bedroom curtains. Although the weather on this day is perfect, your mood was anything but, and you wake up feeling sour. Today, you are presented with the difficult task of joining the band 5 Seconds of Summer as their tour photographer. You’ve been photographing artists for years now and it has truly become your passion. Whether it’s following an artist on your, or taking album art, you are living your dream with every picture you take.  

That’s not where the difficulty lies. You know that you’re capable of doing your job and doing it well. The difficulty lies within the band. The name of that difficulty being the band’s bassist, Calum Hood. By now, you have a long history with the band. They first invited you to join them on the Take My Hand tour last year. You quickly became good friends with Luke, Ashton, and Michael. But for some reason, Calum just could not stand to be near you. Many days and nights were spent bickering between the two of you. Arguments would come up, about your creative direction and other bullshit he brought up, leaving you no choice to fight back, creating a lasting vendetta between the pair of you. 

Of course, he made your job difficult as well. When photographing him onstage, he would mess with you and your work. Sometimes getting up in front of the camera and in your face, sometimes not letting you take any photos of him at all. And once offstage, he wouldn’t even look in your direction. Wouldn’t even address you. Despite this, your work speaks for itself and you received a message from Luke inviting you to join them again on this year's tour, The 5sos Show.  

It’s been weeks since you got the tour invitation, and months since you’ve last seen the band. All the time in the world couldn’t prepare you for six weeks on the road with Calum Hood. What he had against you, you may never know. What you do know is that as long as he presents this dislike towards you, you will be doing the same right back at him. 

Was putting yourself through all this stress worth it? You ponder for a moment when you wake up, but ultimately decide you made the right choice. You are set to meet up with the band and crew this evening before you set out on the road together, marking the start of the long six weeks ahead. You put on some music and start packing your suitcase. 

After a while, you’re happy with everything in your suitcase and zip it up. Living out of a suitcase was difficult, but you’ve had prior experience so you know the do’s and don'ts of packing. You pack your backpack, carry on, and your camera supplies and before you know it, the day is behind you and it’s time to converge with the band. You call an uber to take you to the address Luke gave you and you’re on your way. 

Traffic isn’t too bad, so you make it to the address quicker than you would have liked. The crew is already there, but the band is nowhere to be seen. You help yourself onto the bus and begin putting your things in your designated area. You feel the bus shift as someone steps on. Before you can turn around, you can already tell who is walking up behind you. 

“Well, what do we have here?” you hear a sarcastic voice say behind you. You turn around and lock eyes with the bassist. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a green 5sos sweatshirt. He looks adorable and cozy, and you hate him for being so gorgeous and so annoying all at the same time. 

“Not even the first day of the tour and we’re already fighting, are we?” you spit back at him. 

“Seems that way,” he replies before scurrying off to whatever hole he’s gonna bury himself in until he needs to be found again. 

The rest of the boys slowly scatter onto the bus, and your meetings with them go better than yours with Calum. Everyone picks out their bunks and once everyone is settled onto the bus, the driver begins driving to the first stop on the road and you allow yourself to fall asleep for the night. 

You wake up to the sound of fighting. It takes you a few seconds to shake off your grogginess before you hear two voices shouting back and forth at each other from the other end of the bus. 

“You can’t keep acting like this!” you can hear Luke yell. 

“Sure I can! I can't stand her being here and I’m not going to pretend I do.”

“Whatever, man. Do what you want, I give up. Just don’t come complaining when it comes to bite you in the ass.”

You can hear them shuffling around the bus as you stay hidden behind your curtain. Although your hatred for Calum was mutual, you couldn’t help but let a tear fall down your cheek as you lay in your bunk, thinking about everything you’ve had to endure from him in the past and will have to in the future on this tour. You are tired of feeling like this. Feeling beat down by him and his words, his actions. Now, you’re determined to get to the bottom of his hatred for you. You wipe away your tears, jump out of bed, and get ready for the day. 

Tonight is the first night of the tour at The Kia Forum in Los Angeles. You’re excited. After all, you do love your job. You decide that the best way to get through the tour is to ignore Calum and his antics. 

The day goes by quickly. The opening band is onstage and you’ve successfully avoided Calum the entire day. You grab all your camera equipment so you have it ready to go when the boys go onstage. 

Calum sneaks up behind you, bass in hand. “Where’ve you been, y/n? Haven’t seen you all day, it’s almost like you’re ignoring me. You wouldn’t do that though, would you?”

“For the love of god, fuck off. Get away from me.” You huff at him while grabbing your camera and walking towards the side stage. The lights go off and he shoots you a wink before walking onstage. You push all this out of your head and get in front of the stage and start taking photos of the boys. 

The night goes as well as you could have expected given your circumstances. You get some good photos of the boys. Calum was his usual self. This time around, he decided that whenever you got too close to him, he would turn around, making sure that you don’t get photos of his face or his instrument. Despite this, you do get some good photos of him. In all honesty, you think this is some of your best work. Calum looks really good. Even if you can’t see his face.

The boys all run offstage after the encore, high off of the energy from the gig. You shoot them a congratulations and you can see Calum heading in the opposite direction of you. Typical, you think. 

The next stop of the tour wasn’t for another two days, so the boys are having a party to celebrate the tour kicking off. You follow Luke, Ashton, and Michael and see that the party is already in motion. Calum’s already at the bar grabbing a drink and your body moves before you can think and all of the sudden, you’re sitting next to him. 

“What do you want,” he mutters sharply, not even looking up from his drink.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Vodka cran,” he says to the bartender and nods at you. “I swear, whenever you get within ten feet of me I can feel my blood pressure rising,” he says in defeat as he gets up from his seat.

“Where’re you going? I thought we were finally getting along.”

“Back to the bus before I say something I’ll regret.”

And with that, he disappears out the door, leaving you confused as the bartender hands you your drink. 

“I don’t know what his issue is,” you confess to Luke once you find him later that night. An hour or two has passed since you last saw Calum and you’re feeling tipsy from the alcohol. 

“I wish I could tell you, y/n. I really wish I could. But we have no idea why he’s like this. We all love you and we love your work, I don’t know why he has it out for you.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. If I’m honest, I’m getting to my breaking point. I don’t think I can handle it anymore.”

“Want us to talk to him?” Luke says with concern written on his face. You can tell him and the other boys genuinely do care about you. It makes you feel good knowing that you have people to fall back on in this drama. 

“Thanks, but I think I’m actually gonna go speak to him now. I’m just tired of it and I need answers now.”

“Well, good luck. Let us know how it goes.”

You say bye to everyone at the party and you leave to find Calum and get some long awaited answers for yourself. The walk to the bus is not far and as you’re approaching, you see Calum sitting on a bench outside, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky. He hears your footsteps on the ground and groans when he realizes it’s you. 

“Following me now, are you?” 

“Oh shut up, will you?” you say as you steal the cigarette from his hand, taking a drag before handing it back to him. “You’re an ass, you do know that, right?”

“What do you think, y/n.”

“I wanna know why.”

“Why what?”

“What do you think, Calum? You’ve never liked me. I’ve done nothing wrong. I literally can’t do this anymore, I don’t know what to do!”

He sits and thinks for a minute, leaving the two of you in silence. You stare at him as he stares at the ground ahead of him, waiting for a response. A minute goes by, then two. No response. 

“Are you gonna answer me?” you yell. Still, no response. “Whatever, I’m done. Bye.” You say as you get up. You start walking in the direction of the tour bus when you feel him grab your arm and turn you around. Before you realize what’s going on, his lips crash into yours. At first, you don’t know what to do and you stand there frozen. He pulls away and just stares at you, and you stare right back. 

“That an answer enough for you?” he says to you. 

“Oh will you just shut up?” you say as you cusp his cheeks, pulling him towards you once more.

[edutainer2022]

To amuse myself amidst the bleak bombings I did a little fun(ish) thing within the general context of Timey-Wimey, the Future!Tracies crossover, but it could be perceived independently. It may be not the best idea to hack family video archives, while situated in a time paradox.

For more references of the Tracy future ever after in this continuity, see Piano Lessons and Worries. Indefinite thanks go to @janetm74 for inspiration and support.

WIBLY-WOBLY

The holovideo was shaky at first, someone with the camera was, probably, adjusting the hold. There was also a bit of a squabble going on in the background. The holocam tilted, recording a familiar side hallway in the villa. The walls were decorated anew, though, with pictures and paintings they never saw. There was also soft carpeting where previously they were used to hardwood. The frame was finally rectified and an unseen hand pushed the touchpanel of a door. A voice off screen, too jovial to be serious, declared:

"Tracy TV! Would you be amenable to take part in a poll?"

The brothers let out a collective gasp as a tall slim figure turned around to face the camera. Grinning at them against the backdrop of a summer afternoon was Scott. A twenty years old Scott. Upon closer look they could see the shade of meticulously styled hair was darker, so was the blue of the gaze. But the dimples were there, the posture, the bone structure, and the fond smile that could power a sun.

"Shoot, Squidletts!"

There were appalled noises from behind the camera, but a voice pressed on. A girl's, that time.

"Do you believe in love?"

"Oh... that's a good question! I believe..."

The young man stretched and squeezed his eyes dreamily. When they opened back up, the deep blue was brimming with mischief.

"I believe... I'd LOOOOVE a sandwich right about now!"

The young man burst into a hearty laugh and the Tracies hitched a breath in unison again. The resemblance was striking.

The holofeed shimmered in and out of focus some more through the turns and passages of the upper level of the villa. At some point it paused in view of a lanky freckled teen, curled up in a window niche, engrossed in some diagrams on a tablet. Despite the tropical heat, the boy was clad in layers of oversized sweatshirt and a truly hideous cardigan. The attempt of the "Tracy TV crew" to engage him in their poll resulted in a well-aimed trainer gliding their way at an alarming speed. The kid barely even got distracted from reading and the hapless reporters made a hasty retreat, before the canon shoe landed with a thud.

That brought them sprinting to the balcony, overlooking the lounge. The video on screen skipped up and down in time with the running. First only the sound was audible, then the holopicture stabilized. The spacious area was filled with viscous rue of Puccini's "O mio babbino caro" in a velvet female voice, swirling all the way up to the glass ceiling. The pianist concealed by the raised top, but for a streak of red and black flanel, the camera focused on the singer. Thick black curls in a French braid, soft brown eyes, full forms, a green sundress. The girl looked remarkably the way Virgil did when he lost a bet to Gordon that one time. Or rather, if Thunderbird Two were a girl come alive. The voice seemed to reach through the gossamer veil of the holovid and envelope them all in their current strange surroundings. Nobody dared speak, lost for breath with awe.

When the aria ended there was a low whistle off screen. Then followed enthusiastic applause and a resounding "Bravo!", in a voice they knew all too well that time. The camera jumped again and recorded a startled shriek:

"Uncle Scott!!!"

The Tracies exchanged anxious looks. The frame shifted to accomodate a newcomer - too tall to fit he bent slightly to be eyelevel with the 'reporters'. Slim figure as fit as ever, the grey suit made the blue of the eyes stand out. The right shade, this time. But the hair was all steel and silver, much like Dad's. The smile was also different. The brothers hadn't seen that one since when Mom was still alive.

"Now, what are you two up to?"

There were more dimensions of levity in the grin and the lines that flanked bright blue eyes.

"Solemnly up to no good, sir!"

The twin chorus off screen declared eagerly, with audible delight. That was obviously a well practiced routine between them. The Double Trouble scrambled to remember the purpose of their noble endeavor.

"Uncle Scott, do you believe in love?"

The smile deepened the dimples on the man's face, he reached one arm to hug someone, the other lifted up to ruffle some hair, eliciting a universally recognizable sqauck.

"Of course I do! I love your parents and all you lot. More than anything in the world! I love the way your cousin Lucy sings. I love how you're always up to mischief. I love to see how smart and talented you all are. I love to see you grow up happy. And I'd love to make the world safer and kinder for you all!"

The camera dropped the frame again in favor of a brief fierce hug, before the transmission skedaddled to the elevator and down to the hangars.

It was hard to discern the details as the camera was facing the concrete floor for some time. Much as the brothers wouldn't mind a peek into the inevitable changes of the Thunderbirds' roost, the cracks and bumps remained as they remembered. They managed to see a red sign "Restricted Area", usually deployed by Brains, when experiment muse struck. But it definitely didn't deter the intrepid investigators. The video picked up a young ginger woman in lab coveralls, manipulating screenfuls of holodata.

"Hey, Sisi! Do you believe in love?"

Green eyes looked up from shifting datastreams, as the girl seemed to give the question some actual thought.

"Belief presupposes reliance on unverified and uncorroborated data points. Since I am aware of sufficient amount of proof that my synthetic biometrical makeup is not designed to produce chemicals usually associated with emotional affection in mammals, then no, I do not BELIEVE in love. But the complex neural connections I have elaborated over time allow me to experience strong cognitive affinity and preference for the select members of the Tracy family over all other representatives of the same species. And don't call me "Sisi", I am the Dawn!"

The sniggers off screen were drowned in a gasp their side of the holofeed, just as it was shut down forcefully. John was frozen in place, mesmerizing the same red-headed girl, looking not a day older, now frowning at them. Alan  jumped to his feet, indignant.

"You're not Dawn! You're Eos!!!!"

"That is an optimal deduction, yes."

Gordon snorted. John's brow furrowed in return. From behind Eos, the twins, Grant and Sally, were entering back into the room.

"Yo, you hacked our old reels! Neat! Tracy TV was a hoot! Ouch! Hey!"

A cuff up the head stopped the trip down the memory lane, as Kip caught up with the duo.

"You weren't supposed to get exposed to background data. That complicates the time loop, makes it harder to break without consequence."

"Well, duh, Carpenter! No kidding! What do we do now?"

It was time for another dramatic baited breath, as several pairs of eyes trained on the young man, shocked for a different reason their unexpected hosts might have assumed.

[fashionlouist]

Louis wore a Burberry Addiscombe Laurel Logo Crew Sweatshirt in Grey while meeting fans at Chile’s Airport today.

Made from soft cotton with built-in stretch, it’s embroidered with the leaf crest, a modernised reimagining of the brand’s archived emblem.

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter ten

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, PTSD, choking, angst

word count: 2.3k

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The sunlight was peeking in through the blinds and brought me out of my slumber. I was wrapped up in the sheets, sans clothing, and knew that Bucky must be up already. He was naturally an early riser and I barely slept a wink, which is why I was still in bed later than usual. After a quick stretch, I slid out from under the covers and shivered as the cool air activated goosebumps all over me. I scoured the floor for some clothes but only managed to find my underwear. I padded into his walk-in closet and helped myself to a grey crew neck sweatshirt that read “Columbia University” (of course he went to an ivy league school). The sweatshirt was perfectly oversized, the hem landing just above my knee, and was soft and cozy. I never wanted to take it off. I walked into the en suite to use the restroom and freshen up before searching for Bucky.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I was immediately hit with the smell of coffee. As I turned to walk downstairs, I found Bucky leaning against the doorframe with a steaming mug in his hand.

“I thought I heard you,” he smiled, taking in my appearance. He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants without a shirt on, and I took a moment to appreciate his muscular form. “I love that you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Well I couldn’t seem to find any of my clothes,” I replied.

“I threw in a load of laundry this morning. Figured you might want some clean clothes.”

“You trying to keep me here longer?” I joked.

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

I walked over towards him, “Joke’s on you, I wasn’t planning on leaving.” I planted a quick kiss on his lips as I extracted the coffee from his hands. I took a slow sip and let out a sigh, “You know just how I like it.”

He gave me a playful smile and said, “That I do.” He placed his hands on my hips and leaned down towards me, connecting his lips with mine. He gently guided me backwards, step by step, until the back of my legs hit the mattress. I pulled away for a moment to place my coffee on the bedside table and peered back up at him, with a smile on my face. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back down towards me, craving his taste. He kept me vertical as he ran his fingers through my hair, guiding it off my face and behind my right ear. He took my lower lip in between his teeth and gave me a careful nip before redirecting his attention to my neck. His breath brushed my ear, and right as I expected his tongue to meet my neck, he stopped.

“Baby, was I too rough with you last night?” he asked, looking at me briefly before running a careful hand down my neck. I hadn’t checked for bruises in the mirror, but I was sure they were there. My hair must’ve hid the marks inadvertently. 

“Oh, I don’t think that’s from sex,” I replied.

“What do you mean?” he asked, a confused expression on his face as his gaze shifted up to mine.

He didn’t remember. He must’ve thought it was just a nightmare. And I had no idea how I was going to tell him. I stood there, looking at him with empathetic eyes as I processed what my next step here was. How could I tell him that he attacked me in the middle of the night without making it seem like a big deal? 

I saw his expression begin to shift slightly. He was connecting the dots in his mind. He released me and took a step back.

“No…” he breathed, a look of shock and horror gracing his handsome features.

“Bucky, it’s not a big deal. We can-”

“Not a big deal!? Y/N, I could’ve killed you!”

“But you didn’t,” I took a step towards him and reached for his hand, trying to calm him down. As soon as I touched him, he pulled away and took another step back.

He looked at me with wide eyes, “You need to leave.”

“Buck, can we please talk about this?”

“Leave, now!” He shouted. I stood there, frozen in place. He broke eye contact to turn and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I didn’t want to leave him like this, in such a vulnerable state, so I followed him. I tried the handle but the door was locked.

“Bucky, let me in. Please,” I felt like I was pleading with him physically and emotionally. I wanted for him to open up, so that we could tackle this together. I wanted to be there to support him in whatever way he needed. 

“Go Y/N. I mean it.”

I placed my hand flat on the door, “Please.”

There was a beat of silence which gave me hope that he was considering opening the door. 

“Leave, I don’t want you here.”

I wasn’t expecting those words. And they hurt. 

So I gave in to his request. I went into his closet and quickly put on a pair of his sweatpants. Then I went downstairs, collected my purse and phone, and walked out the front door. I sat on his front step as I called myself an Uber home, taking deep breaths and holding all my tears until I was back in my bed.

When I got back home, I made it three steps to the couch before the tears started flowing. It was part rejection, part worry for Bucky, and part uncertainty for how we would move forward. Just when I thought we were finally starting something together, we came to a screeching stop. It was hard not to take it out on him. My instinct was to write him off as an asshole and build my wall back up. But I knew this wasn’t him. He spent weeks courting me, respecting my boundaries yet letting me know he was still interested. 

And now that he had me, he was pushing me away. I couldn’t let him go that easily, I had to fight for him too.

Once my tears dried, I thought through what my next move would be. I wanted to give him the rest of the day to process whatever emotions he was feeling. I’d see him at work and talk to him then.

“Y/L/N, you are on…ortho,” Palmer announced. I sighed but tried to hide my disappointment as I went to find Rogers. I needed to log some ortho hours, so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but I was hoping I’d be on trauma. 

Bucky had been avoiding me ever since I spent the night. He called out for his next few shifts and when he finally did come in, he spent the whole day in the pit while I was scrubbed into a 14 hour neurosurgery. I missed him more than I cared to admit. It wasn’t just being around him, but learning from him. I wanted to be back on trauma, studying his every move. I held onto the little hope I had that maybe a big trauma would come in that required an ortho consult.

I found Rogers studying a chart at the nurses station and slid in next to him.

“Can I help you?” he asked, without looking up.

“I’m on your service today.”

He looked up from the paperwork and appeared less than excited to see me but replied with, “Great, we have a hip replacement in an hour. Prep the patient and bring her down to OR2. Then you can scrub in.”

“Thanks,” I gave him a grateful smile. At least I could distract myself with surgery.

As we performed the surgery, Dr. Rogers was curt with me, speaking to me when he needed to, but nothing more than that. He must’ve known something happened between Bucky and I because he barely made eye contact with me. He was always protective of Bucky, but he had put in a lot more effort to converse with me a few weeks ago.

In the middle of the procedure, I felt Steve eye me from across the table. 

“What did you do?” he asked.

I furrowed my brow, “I just suctioned the-”

“No, not that. Did you sleep with someone else?”

“What?” I pulled my hands out of the patient and looked at Steve, “Are you seriously asking me about my personal life right now?”

“Only because it affects my best friend.”

I let out a deep sigh, “Have you talked to Bucky?”

“No, but I know how he is. He falls head over heels, lays the foundation, puts in the work, and then they always end up screwing him over and he shuts down. Won’t talk to anyone, doesn’t take care of himself, then eventually he throws himself into his work.”

“I didn’t-”

“It’s a shame because I really thought you were different. He never spoke about other girls the way he spoke about you. So I hope it was worth it.”

I wanted so badly to tell him what happened. If anyone would understand, it’d be Steve. He served time in Afghanistan too. But it wasn’t my secret to tell. If Bucky hadn’t told Steve, there was a reason.

“Look, something happened and it’s not really my story to tell, but I have been trying to track down Bucky and he’s avoiding me. I hate knowing that he’s suffering right now and I don’t know how to help him when he won’t even look at me. So why don’t you talk to your friend and get the full story before you throw some more accusations my way.”

I held Steve’s eye contact, not willing to back down. I so badly wanted to leave the OR, to end on that final note, but I put my career before my pride. Rogers placed his tools on the tray and calmly said, “You can close up.”

He stepped away from the patient and pulled his mask off. I couldn’t quite read his expression, so I just tried to focus on finishing the hip replacement. 

Steve stormed out of the OR and searched for his best friend. He checked the OR board and didn’t see Bucky’s name. He hadn’t heard of anything serious coming into the ER so he tried the on call room. Bucky was curled up, squeezing the life out of a pillow, with a blanket thrown haphazardly over him. Steve took a pillow from one of the empty beds and threw a heater at his friend.

“What the hell…?” Bucky groaned, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Steve chided.

“What are you talking about?”

“What happened with you and Y/L/N?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well I do. I can’t sit around and watch you be miserable again.”

“I’m fine,” Bucky defended.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” Steve asked, taking a seat on the bunk across from Bucky. “Now tell me what happened.”

Bucky sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this.

“Things were perfect. She came over and she finally seemed like she was ready to start something serious and I…screwed it up.”

“I’ve seen the way that girl looks at you. I highly doubt things are beyond repair.”

He shook his head, “I can’t…”

“What happened,” Steve demanded.

Bucky turned to his friend and Steve noticed the vulnerability in his eyes. He looked broken. “I choked her,” he managed.

Based on his reaction, it couldn’t have been a sex act gone wrong. Steve connected the dots in his head, “You had a night terror…”

Bucky nodded his head and put his head in his hands. “She woke up with all these bruises on her neck and I didn’t remember any of it.”

“She’s not mad at you. Just go talk to her.”

He shook his head, “I can’t risk hurting her again. I could’ve killed her.”

“So instead you’re going to torture yourself and be miserable the rest of your life?”

“As long as she’s safe.”

“Bucky, you have to start looking out for yourself. You deserve to be happy too. Just talk to her.”

“I don’t know how to,” Bucky replied.

“At least think about it. She’s special. I just accused her of cheating on you and she took it like a champ.”

“You what!?” 

Steve shrugged, “I may have jumped to conclusions. But in my defense, you didn’t tell me anything.” Bucky scoffed at his friend. “I’m serious though, go talk to her. Don’t let her get away, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Bucky knew he was right, but he wasn’t ready to face her. Steve let him be and Bucky laid back and groaned into a pillow. He needed to sleep but everytime he shut his eyes, he pictured himself on top of her, pinning her down as she squirmed from lack of oxygen. He was broken and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to piece himself back together.

After another week of Bucky’s moping, Steve realized that he wasn’t planning on reconciling with Y/N. He saw her study Bucky, a look of concern in her eye as she watched him for a little too long. And Bucky forcibly kept his head down, knowing if he made eye contact with her he’d melt under her gaze. It killed him to see Bucky revert to a shell of himself. He was pale and had constant bags under his eyes. He looked thin and there was no spark behind his eyes. Everyone noticed it. He stopped joking with people and smiling, he barely made conversation other than what was required for work. He was snapping at the interns. It was hard to watch. Steve was under the impression that if Bucky just talked with Y/N, they’d be able to figure things out. But Bucky was never one to help himself. Steve knew he’d have to nudge his friend forward, he just wasn’t sure how.

[lesbianphan]

im sorry about your shift :( if its not too much, would you care to share what fic(s) you're reading? ive been meaning to jump back into phanfic but its been so long, idk where to look

Sup anon! Sorry for taking a bit to reply to this, BUT in my defense I peruse the @phanfictioncatalogue like it's the newspaper whenever I have free time, so I read so much fic (kinda stopped reading books whoops bad). Anyway, here are some fics I read recently and really recommend!

Easy for you to say by phantasticworks - Phil tries to convince Dan to throw away the grey shirt. Dan can’t do it.

And the days after that by cityofphanchester - He can hear Dan’s voice coming down the hall, laughing with someone from the crew, and it makes his breath stop in his chest. (doomed tour usa, autumn 2022)

Your love is my drug by @antiadvil - Phil wakes up with a migraine.

Kissing gif by @calvinahobbes - Meeting Dan is the luckiest he’s ever been. Having him here, on his bed, is a dream come true whether it looks like a sexy Internet gif or not. (A pinof tag about expectations and reality.)

I know you, hands under my sweatshirt by midorijpg - something something about having bad days and growing up and realizing you don't (completely) fit in couches anymore.

Collision by TortiTabby - A day full of arguing and disagreements on tour gets turned on it's head when an incident puts things in perspective.

Some more recs that come with TWs please be careful:

(TW) Filling the void by Merrydith - For Dan Howell, it was almost too easy. Once in a while became every week, which became every few days. And now, this was the fourth person he’d brought home that week and it was only Friday. What happens when Phil suggests Dan takes it easy?

(TW) In eternity I choose you by lovestillaround - Dan starts having unusual dreams, and they all seem to have a common denominator (my god pls more people read this one, it made me INSANE I wish it was a full book it's so interesting)

(TW) Sacrifice painted in red from our hearts) by lesbianphan (yep reccing myself) - a.k.a the dark and raw 'DanandPhilCRAFTS - Slime' fic I was always meant to write.

[kristenbouchard]

cropped grey sweatshirt hunter green sweat shorts white crew socks white sneakers 80s boy toy gender moment

[phanfictioncatalogue]

3k-5k Words Fics (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

A Nun and A Priest: You Get Me Closer to God (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: When Dan dresses up as a sexy nun for Halloween in America, he finds himself longing for a sexy priest.

and the days after that (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: He can hear Dan’s voice coming down the hall, laughing with someone from the crew, and it makes his breath stop in his chest.

(doomed tour usa, autumn 2022)

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

🌸 cherry blossom 🌸 (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It had been a silly dream at first. The idea to have a cherry blossom tree in their garden they didn't even have yet. It hadn't felt like it was something that would really happen.

But it was real. Dan was watching their tree, Phil's arms around him, and hoping they would get to see its first bloom soon.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

Comfort in Chaos (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil wakes to Dan having a nightmare that he struggles to rouse him from. It later transpires that there is a reason behind his unsettled and panicked behaviour.

DreamCasts Presents (ao3) - SummerFlingsAndThings (QueenJunoTheGreat)

Summary: Phil's son is obsessed with the faceless man who narrates audiobooks.

Dan's daughter is obsessed with the brightly dressed librarian in charge of the children's department.

And Dan and Phil? Well, they're a little obsessed with one another.

easy for you to say (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil tries to convince Dan to throw away the grey shirt. Dan can’t do it.

Golden Boy (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil takes a drawing class in university and needs a subject for his drawing final.

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

hard launch at last (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Maybe the exact right moment won’t ever present itself.” Dan can feel himself hurtling towards some cosmic revelation as they stand here on a sandy beach in Portugal, the ocean bringing out the blue in Phil’s eyes.

home renovations (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Phil is a new homeowner with a knack for getting himself into awkward situations around cute guys. Dan is a builder who's always working on renovations around Phil's house. What could go wrong?

(An alternate meeting YouTuber Phil/builder Dan AU.)

I know you, hands under my sweatshirt (ao3) - midorijpg

Summary: “How are you?”

It's with an undertone of fear that he dares ask that, as always, even if he knows that he’s lucky if Dan even decides to answer. And as he imagines, Dan just tilts his head, looking at him as if lost in thought, swinging the bottle with his hand before just resting it on the floor.

“Make room,” he just says.

“What?”

“I said, make room.”

or, something something about having bad days and growing up and realizing you don't (completely) fit in couches anymore.

in this smoking chaos (ao3) - writingcollective

Summary: Dan bottoms for the first time, not being able to shut down his inner demons that whisper internalised homophobic thoughts into his ear. But Phil guides him through it, somehow.

Like a cicada rhythm. (ao3) - emmibug

Summary: every night they share the same bed, legs twisted together, arms holding each other close. dan and phil haven’t grown up from their childlike sense of friendship which leads people to believe there’s something deeper going on.

a dan and phil childhood best friends to lovers AU where they share the same bed and always have done.

Magi (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Dan doesn’t know how he hadn't thought about a gift for Phil yet. Phil is still feeling a little weird about how much he spent on Dan’s gift.

A fic about coincidence and sacrifice.

Neighbourly Nook (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: The stranger had a dimple on his cheek that appeared when he laughed.

“I’m Dan,” he said, extending his hand. Phil reached for it with extreme eagerness, their knuckles knocking together in a particularly painful way, and they both winced, but Dan immediately broke into a smile. “I don’t know why I offered you a handshake, I never know how to do them.”

Revolving Door (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Phil really doesn’t want to think about what Dan said. He really would like to leave, and take this strangled feeling elsewhere. But he can’t stop listening to Dan’s song.

so american (ao3) - ae121

Summary: Phil has been living in London for a year and thinks he's gotten pretty used to the city. He works part-time at a bookstore, using it at first to gain some friends, now it's just fun for him. His friends are constantly trying to find him someone to date, but all of his dates don't go well.

Well, that's until he met Dan.

Sunshine on the street at the parade (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a Pride Parade.

so good (ao3) - grievingwarwidow

Summary: dan gets a piercing

since i wrote you last (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and his letters to Santa over the years.

The Knight of Wands (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil had always had dreams that he couldn't quite comprehend and a certain intuition about what was truly important for his future.

They fade to nothing when I look at him (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Arriving in the kitchen Phil made himself his one cup of coffee he allowed himself on weekend days and stared out the window lost in thought, so it took him a few seconds to register why the light had seemed so much brighter than usual at 8am. With childish delight he saw that it had snowed overnight, and not just the usual UK dusting where one could still see the grass underneath but a proper snow, coating everything outside in a bright white.

OR

Dan and Phil go sledging.

trouble between you and i (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil can't stand the silence for another moment. "I don't want to break up," he says.

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

when i walk in the kitchen, my heart hits the floor (ao3) - aura_sky

Summary: a phivorce fic

based on the Renee Rapp song (In the Kitchen)

or

Dan walks into the kitchen and he misses Phil.

[jpitha]

Just a Little Further 31

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Omar and his workers at the docks spent most of the night getting High Line ready for our trip. They loaded it up with provisions, got things set just right and Omar plugged into High Line and ran simulations and checks settings over and over. While I'm down eating breakfast, I reach out to him and find out he's been High Line for hours already.

Omar, did you sleep last night?

I took a nap here and there. There was too much to do before we left.

You realize we're just going over to the Wilds of Besmara, right? I don't even think we'll be gone more than two or three days.

I also remember what the Wilds looked like when we were there last. I'm not taking any chances. Additionally someone invited the scary Archduke to come along.

Hey, would you rather they stay here, scheming and causing trouble, or coming with us - yes, while also scheming, but now they have the threat of being tossed into a hibernation cabinet by me?

I don't trust her.

Me neither, that's why we're bringing the hibernation cabinet. Where did you put it?

I put it in one of the common rooms. It's only going to be a small crew, we just won't use the room.

Who is coming by the way?

You, me, Starlight, Ava, Ginny, Raaden and a couple of Sep's security forces. That's all we need. Ginny is already here, she wanted to see if I needed any help with the reactors.

Okay then, I'll go get Ava and Raaden, you call Starlight and I'll have City tell Sep we need their people now.

See you soon, Melody.

I went back upstairs and got Ava up out of our bed. In the time since I left to eat she has rolled over and spread herself out over the entire bed and looks blissfully comfortable. I reach down to stroke her hair. "Ava, it's time to wake up. We have to go pick up Raaden and go to the Wilds today."

"Hmmph. No. Sleep more."

"Ava, come on. I didn't wake you for breakfast, it's time to get up and get going."

She yawns and it turns into a full body stretch. I'm always jealous of her ability to stretch, it looks so comfortable. "Fine fine, I'm up. Did you bring me something to eat, hon?"

I hand her a meal bar. "Yes actually. I thought this might happen. Eat up and get dressed. You can shower on High Line tonight."

"Ooh, is there room for two in the shower on High Line?"

I roll my eyes, but gently. "Someone always gets cold when we try and shower together. Baths are much better for ideas like that." I toss her Builder uniform to her.

I cherish these little moments when we're together like this. Here, we're just Ava and Melody, not Empress and Builder. It's part of the reason I invited her to move up here. I'm happy she accepted. Even if it's only for a little while, I can pretend that we're just... us.

After she's dressed, we walk over to Raaden's apartment together. I nod to the security guards by the door. They nod back and step aside. I knock, but don't open the door. "Raaden, are you ready? We're headed over to High Line now."

The door opens and she's standing in loose, comfortable clothes. I try and hide my surprise. Of course she has regular clothes. She won't be in her uniform all the time. I just didn't expect it I guess. Raaden's look is so tied with her uniform that to see her out of it seems... vulnerable? Her sweatshirt is grey with REGANTOWN GIPPERS in purple along the front in a circle with two Lacrosse sticks forming an X in the middle. She's carrying a duffel over her shoulder. I reach back into the Reach systems and scan it. It's just a few changes of clothes and toiletries. Fine. "Good morning... Empress, Ava. Lead on."

Oh right, she can't call me anything but Empress.

On the short walk over, Raaden looks around the Reach. "I still can't get over how large this place is." She looks at me. "You weren't lying? It's really 11 million people?"

"11.5 at last census before we came here. Starlight said that it's probably closer to 12 these days. Now that we've repaired the food deliveries too, the population will probably grow more."

"It's... lively, but it's not what I would call crowded either. I imagine one could support closer to 20 million if everyone didn't mind close quarters." Raaden is almost talking to herself. She looks at Ava. "How does everyone get around? 11 something million is a lot for just walking."

"Oh, there's a transit system. It's like an Metro on an planetary system but... in space. There's only one line, but it runs in a spiral up and down the main part of the Starbase with a lot of stops along the way. We're actually on the end of the line here in the Docking and Administration area."

"A whole metro? I'd like to see it." Raaden perked up at the mention of the transit system. I wonder if she likes trains.

"Sure, I guess? I can show it to you when we come back." Ava sounds hesitant, but it's not like the train is a secret. It's a train. Huh, now I'm wondering. Are trains rare in space? Saying it out loud makes me think that they are, but then again there are a lot of really large habitats and starbases that people live on.

"Raaden, do the Floating Cities have mass transit?"

"Actually, yes! All of the floating cities have bus rapid transit for travel Outside. They're sealed busses of course, but they're wheeled, with a 3rd rail for power and usually run in single or double car setups. Inside the Floating Cities it's more of a traditional metro setup with lines and stations. Regantown is the largest, and we have the largest metro on Venus. More than 5 million trips are taken on the Regantown Metro every single day!" For possibly the first time since coming aboard, she seems animated and interested. I had no idea Raaden was a railfan.

Raaden looks back around at the Starbase as we walk. "Smart of them to build the Starbase with mass transit in mind. Starting with an asteroid also gives you more options. Hollow it out and you have living space right away. Take the overburden and with some light processing you have material to build the buildings inside and more on the outside if you're growing. We explored options like this for Starbases a long time ago. I think some of the High Mars Cities were made this way."

"Orchid and Hyacinth were built from scratch, Juniper, Ponderosa and Balsam were made in a similar way to the Reach out of the remains of Demos. It wasn't the same because three Orbitals were made out of what was left of Demos, but we used the same theory."

Raaden and I look over at Ava. When she notices us staring she blushes. "What? I lived on Hyacinth for most of my life, we had to know our history. I might have been born in Regantown, but I spent fully half of my life on Hyacinth."

"Wait, you were born in Regantown?" Raaden looks genuinely surprised. "So, you're Venusian?"

Ava shakes her head firmly. "No, we gave up our citizenship after we moved. I am officially a citizen of High Mars Hyacinth."

Raaden looks thoughtful for a moment. "Empress, where are you from?"

"I'm from Meíhuā, born and raised. I actually was in the colonial navy before signing on with FarReach for the exploratory mission."

"Meíhuā? I figured they always stuck with their own." Raaden looks at me curious.

"Come now Raaden, you don't want us spouting stereotypes about Venus, so don't repeat Meíhuā stereotypes. We trade with Venus and the OPA just as much as with the Independent Starbases and K'lax."

She raises her hands in surrender. "Okay okay, I admit, I know next to nothing about Meíhuā. It wasn't even on the first list when... the Emperor planned his expansion plans."

"Oh?" It's all I say. It's enough.

Raaden has the decency to look embarrassed. "Yeah, well you know how well that campaign went. After Parvati, Wellfleet was determined to get a win and so got permission to go after the joint Starbase." She shrugged. "He failed, he died, I took over, and we went home."

"He was killed."

"By me, on the order of the Emperor, yes. He may tolerate one failure. He won't tolerate two."

"So does that mean that you'll never be able to go home to Venus?"

"I don't know. This is all uncharted territory. I've always been a local and successful officer. It's entirely possible I'll get a reprimand, maybe a demotion and then put back out there." A shadow crossed her face, just for a moment. "It's also equally possible that there's a bullet waiting for me in the Emperor's antechamber. I'll guess I'll find out when if Venus gets in touch.."

"If? My gooness Raaden, that's dark."

"It's the truth. I won't try and deny it. You both know what Venus is like. It's entirely possible that they will write off me and Emery and work to forget we ever existed."

Ava is firm. "Yes, I do know what Venus is like. It's why we left and moved to Hyacinth."

Raaden nods and doesn't say anything more about it. Well that answers if Raaden knew what kind of place she works for. She knows all too well.

We walk a little more, past the docks and printers where Omar's team is hard at work refurbishing Immar IV, the former Mariens ship. It's in at least three large pieces now and heavy cranes are moving components into it. This refurbishment seems much more involved than the other Aviens ships.

As we pass, Raaden stares for a moment before catching up to us. She turns and looks at me "You really have a starship class printer here? You weren't joking about taking the parts of the Lavinia and making a new ship?"

"We have a couple of them yes. We refurbished High Line and a few other ships that were here ourselves. Our current plan is when we come back to start work on our own dreadnought, with the weapons from Lavinia."

She stares at me for a moment. "...The missile batteries were always 5 degrees off. I asked the shipyards to look into it, but they never did. The missiles could always correct for it, but that burned fuel. It made our effective range 5% lower than it could have been. Be careful with that when you mount them."

I blink. That was out of nowhere. "Uh, thank you Raaden. We'll keep that in mind." What is going on? She seems completely different than yesterday. It's almost like she has given up on trying to escape. Just because I ordered her not to doesn't mean she can't think it. She just can't act on it. I wonder what changed? Would Venus really abandon them here?

As we walk to the docks, High Line is out of the internal dock and is connected to an umbilical. We walk up and Starlight on a Moonless Evening is waiting by the entrance. "Ah, Empress Melody, Builder Ava, Archduke Raaden, good morning. Ginny is already aboard. She came earlier.”

"Good Morning Starlight, are you ready to go?" It has only been a few days since their partner River was killed, I hope they're going all right. I'll try and keep the mood light.

"Yes Empress, I'm ready. It will be... satisfying to take our ship out to visit somewhere else and not worry about being stranded." Starlight looked up at High Line before stepping in. "River would have loved it."

We all get in and get settled. There is only the 8 of us and there is plenty of room in the ship. We're probably not even in a third of the whole thing. I drop my rifle and my and Ava's bags in my room - Omar really went all out, it actually is quite nice - and head up to the Command Deck. I peek in the bathroom and sure enough, the shower is only large enough for one. As I walk up to the Command Deck, I pass by the room for Raaden. Her door is open, and she's inside lounging on the bed, reading a pad. "Hey Raaden, do you want to come up to the Command Deck and watch as we head over?"

She looks up from her pad. "Do you order it?"

"No, just asking."

"I'll pass then. I've seen hundreds of ships leave dock, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Suit yourself. You have permission to come on up if you're bored. s̷͉͔̓ẗ̵͙a̴̜̹̍̅y̵̙̙͆̓ ̴̞̙̽̓o̶̙͓͆ū̶̲̼̌t̷̛͕ of the engine room, reactor room, weapons bays, assigned rooms and the starboard common room. The rest of the ship is open to you."

She winces at the order, but doesn't otherwise react. "Why is the starboard common room off limits?

"That's where the hibernation cabinet is stored."

She swallows and shudders just a bit, and nods silently.

"Oh also, Ḑ̶̛̼̬̤͔͚̜͕̬̩̹̗̣̲̗̪͙̉͊̂͋̇͗͊̑̅͊̓̍͘͘͝ơ̷̖͉͐̐̒͆͑̂̅̋̈́̊̏͗͋͒͊̒ ̴͇͆̉̿͗̈̊͊̂̆͆̀̀̽̉͂͘͝n̷͉̓̀̆̅̒̅͐̆̌͊̉́̈́͘ō̴̡̨̩̮̈́̀̑̅́͂̏̑̀̄̊̄̈́͘͝͝ţ̶̢͇͍̰̺͙̜̑̒͊͂̋̒̍̈́̓͘͠ attempt to undermine the mission in anyway. Your position here is officially hostage, not crew."

Another wince, another nod. "I know my place here Empress. I won't cause trouble."

I continue on. Ginny, Starlight and Ava are already on the Command Deck when I walk in. I look around at the setup. It’s different than a human ship, much more close together. The Command chair is in the front of the room, facing a main screen while everyone else is behind the commander at their stations. I don’t know, I prefer our way with the Commander in the back or the center and everyone around them. I feel like the commander here has to keep turning around to issue orders. “Starlight, why is the commander in the front on Aviens ships?”

“Hmm, I’m not entirely sure, Empress. Perhaps my ancestors preferred to be seen in the front when issuing orders. Some kind of holdover from surface battles maybe?”

“Whatever the reason, it sure makes it awkward to sit there and turn around and issue commands.” I go and sit in the Command Chair. It’s small compared to human chairs and presses uncomfortably against my hips. It is an Aviens chair and designed to be comfortable for their different body. I stand instead. “Omar, how are we looking?”

Omar’s disembodied voice comes over the ship. “We’re ready when you are Melody. Systems green all around.”

“Well then. No point in hanging around here. Omar, please take us out.”

And with no fanfare at all, Omar disconnected the umbilical and we gently floated away from Reach of the Might of Vzzx.

The trip out to the Gate was uneventful. Ginny and Omar spent their time going over the Aviens and Human reactors and Ginny pointed out quite a few options for improvements on the Aviens design that Omar hadn’t even thought of. Omar was ready to just print Human reactors and replace them, but Ginny was able to see how we could make them work more efficiently and save time. I’m glad she decided to stay. If she proves herself as truly on our side, I won’t mind making her a Builder, if I can convince the other's she's not a threat.

Ava and I wound up spending a good amount of time exploring High Line. Starlight says as far as they know, it is an unremarkable Aviens vessel, but this will be their first trip through a Gate ever, so we have no real way of knowing just how unremarkable it was.

Now that it’s half Human, it’s quite a bit more remarkable I suppose.

We're walking along the main center corridor in the ship when Ava stops. "Is this ship... odd to you Melody?"

"I mean, the layout isn't what I expect, but I don't know if I'd call it odd. Why?

"Well, for one, it's the first non-human ship I've ever been on. I keep expecting to find things in a certain place and I get confused when they aren't there. What about you?"

"No, I did a goodwill tour with the K'laxi. I spend 3 months right after graduation onboard the frigate Isar The Greater."

"Oh, I never knew that! How was it being on a K'laxi ship?"

"Cramped. You know how they tend to be a little shorter than humans? The older ships don't have much accommodation for our height. It was lucky I'm not too tall. As it was, I hit my head more than I care to admit. I'm just happy the Aviens are around our height." I reach up and touch the ceiling "I have room enough to stretch here."

Raaden spent her time in her room. I didn’t lock it - I didn’t see the need really, I ordered her to be good - and didn’t interact with us. We had one meal before we traversed the Gate and Raaden took a plate of food back to her room and ate there. I get it, we’re her captors, we’re not her friends. She’s here purely as insurance against a Venusian retaliatory attack, but… I don’t know. I guess I just want everyone to be friendly. I have always had a hard time with people who just have no desire to be friendly at all.

Right before the evening meal, we approached the Gate. On the Command Deck, I watch the Gate loom large on the forward screen. “Omar, is the address for the Wilds entered into the Addressing Module?”

“Yes Melody, we can activate the Gate at your order.”

I took a deep breath. Come on Melody, it’s nothing. You’ve gone through plenty of Gates. This is just like any other. Why am I so nervous though?

You fear what you will find on the Wilds.

Well yes. Thank you for putting a name to it, I guess.

Empress.

“Omar, we may traverse. Please proceed ahead.”

“Aye Empress.” Huh, he didn’t call me Melody when executing an official order.

The Gate glows that painful, hazy blue and…

We traverse.

Part 32

[crims0nwritess]

Chilly adventures

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Dustin Henderson x Male!Reader

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Summary: While you and the crew explore "watergate" you get cold and Dustin lends you his sweatshirt.

Warnings: Very mild cursing

Word count: 560

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"You're staying here" Nancy demanded, stepping into the boat.

"Its my goddamn theory!" Dustin retorted, slightly offended the older teens don't trust him to go explore the gate with them.

"You heard nance!" Robin chimed in.

"Dustin-" Y/N tried to interject, placing his hand on Dustins shoulder.

Dustin took a quick, curious glance at his boyfriend before turning back to the other.

"Who put her in charge?" Dustin asked.

"I did" Robin responded.

Dustin gave her a confused look before rolling his eyes as the older teens pushed off the shore and started rowing towards the gate.

"Dustin its fine, we'll keep lookout" Y/N said, trying to be optimistic.

"Yeah, yeah" Dustin muttered, slightly dissapointed.

Dustin and Y/N stepped back to Lucas and max, they all rested against the trees as the others rowed across the lake.

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"Ew, steves shirtless" Dustin said as he looked through the binoculars.

"Lemme see" Lucas said, grabbing them from Dustins hands.

"I keep tellin' him to tame that jungle, he just doesn't listen" Dustin snarked.

Y/N let out a chuckle as Max grabbed the binoculars from Lucas's hands and stared at Steves shirtless chest for a liiiitle too long.

"Ummm" Lucas said.

"Sorry" Max said, giving the binoculars back to Dustin as Lucas squinted at her.

The younger teens went back to waiting as Steve dove down into the water, leaning back against the trees.

Y/N crossed his arms and let out a little shiver, letting out a pant of breath as the cold started to annoy him.

"Are you cold?" Dustin asked worringly, noticing your small gesture.

"No im fine" Y/N assured.

Dustin shot you a skeptical look and took one of your hands in his, feeling your chilly hand against his.

"You're cold" Dustin whined, tilting his head and looking at you with distress.

"No im not im fine" You reassured, setting your hand on the back of his hand and shooting him a loving smile.

Dustin rolled his eyes and pulled his sweatshirt over his head.

"Here"

"No, dustin, im fine, seriously" Y/N said.

"No, you're not, your cold, take it" Dustin said, placing his sweatshirt in your hands and giving you a worried look.

"But- you'll be cold now" Y/N responded, worrying about his boyfriends warmth.

"Eh, I have a long-sleeve shirt, its fine, put the sweatshirt on" Dustin assured.

"Dustin-" Y/N started.

"Put the goddamn sweatshirt on" Dustin demanded, still keeping his voice soft.

Y/N sighed and caved in, slipping Dustins grey sweatshirt on and pulling on the strings.

Dustin smiled, looking at you up and down before throwing his arm around you.

"You look cute"

Y/N smiled, a wave of pink creeping up his cheeks.

"Shut up" He said hiding in the hood.

Dustin smiled wider and placed a kiss on your cheek, pulling back and looking back toward the lake with a sense of accomplishment.

"Ewwww" Lucas and Max said simultaneously.

Y/N and Dustin looked at them confused, eyebrows knitted down as Lucas and Max made a face of disgust.

"You guys are dating" Dustin said puzzled at their response.

"Stiiiiiiillll" Lucas and Max said.

Dustin rolled his eyes as Y/N still looked at them with a look of offended confusion.

"Oh shit somethings happening with the gate!" Dustin exclaimed rushing to get up.

[styleofdiamandis]

TIKTOK: MARINA IN BALZAC PARIS x MATHILDE CABANA

Marina stitched a TikTok today where she explained to women around the world why it's okay to choose not to have children. Make sure to check it out before we get to the fashion!

For her video, Marina chose to wear the Antwerp Bisouland grey crew-neck sweatshirt ($130.00) from the collaborative capsule collection between French brands Balzac Paris and Mathile Cabanas!

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Balzac Paris x Mathile Cabanas "Antwerp Bisouland" Sweatshirt ($130.00)

[thesunflowerdyke]

23. favorite piece of clothing?

23. favorite piece of clothing?

I’m so sorry this took me so long to answer, I genuinely had this at the back of my mind pondering for the longest time.

I think purely for comfort reasons I’m going to go with my favorite hoodie. It’s a light grey champion brand hoodie with my college’s name/logo on it. I’ve worn it in lots of the photos I’ve posted on here actually because rotate between a few cozy sweatshirts when I’m home lounging around. (My other favorite being a light almost whiteish grey crew neck my baby sister gifted me (also pictured often on this blog haha.)

In the same vein, I have 2 pairs of Champions sweatpants (light and dark grey) that I love to cycle between regularly.

What can I say? I’m a simple lesbian. I like to be comfy cozy.

I went ahead and added some pics below for reference (and for fun 😉)