#i've already said that 'you'll be in all my plans' makes me feel crazy but 'the rest of your life belongs to me'??

[deliriousblue]

are these not, ultimately, the same sentiment differently phrased ?

i simply think drugging and kidnapping your was-is-would-be-lover and forcing him to prove his devotion to you is extremely romantic. (and fucked up. and hot. but the romance of it all.....)

bison is furious with kant. he could kill him. he could walk away. and instead he saves him! tells kant to spend the rest of his life with him! brings him somewhere they can be alone!

in a story where everything hinges on lies and deception and the external pressures closing in. what better way to figure out who they are to one another, once everything else is washed away?

[cutieln4]

Matchmaker | LN4

lando norris x fem!reader, background lestappen

summary: you try getting involved in max and charles' love lives, and it turns out they're also trying to get involved in yours

At the age of 21 years old, you joined McLaren after becoming a champion in all the junior categories. This made you the first woman in modern F1, and the first woman in several decades. And if people thought that Lando had a lot of energy, they had not met you yet.

Now that your rookie season was halfway done with, you've learned two important things. 1) Lando was very easy to get along with and 2) Max and Charles were certainly in love. 

There were a couple times when you had been on the podium with them, and of course you loved being on the podium, but having to third wheel that pair would drive anyone insane. 

So, when you got back from the summer break, you decided to make it your mission to get them together. Step 1 was telling Lando about your plans.

"Landooo!" you called out as you saw him walking in the paddock up ahead, running to catch up with him. 

"Hey, Y/n/n," he greeted you with a handshake. 

"I have a plan," you said devilishly. 

"Shit, that can never be good."

"Hey! Hear me out. So, Charles and Max, you know?"

"Who? I've never heard of those people in my life," he said sarcastically. 

"Ooookay, I could do without the attitude, thanks. Anyways, I'm sure you've noticed how in love with each other they are. Like hello? They literally scream 'enemies to lovers' trope. You know what I mean? I just need to find a way to get them to confess their undying love for each other." 

Lando's eyes widened and he looked around, making sure that no one was listening before pulling you to the side.

"Oh—jeez, so, you in?"

"The entire grid has been trying to get them together for years, you think that you'll be able to do it?"

"Yeah, obviously, but I'll need a sidekick that's why I'm telling you, so...?" 

He sighed. "Alright, tell me your ideas."

"Yes!"

"But I'm not your sidekick, we're partners in crime, okay?"

"Sure, sure. Anyways, step 1 of 'el plan' is to just subtly start mentioning Max or Charles when in conversation with the other. Get them in each others brains, you know? Like 'Oh Max was saying how he hopes for rain.'

Then, step 2, we start mentioning things that they've said about each other. 'Hey Max, Charles was saying how he always loves his on track battles with you the most,' stuff like that. Then we have to start interrogating them about their love life so they can hopefully admit their feelings. That's all I got so far."

Lando nodded, deep in thought. "Okay, this could work, this could work."

~~~~~~~~~~

Charles won in Monza, with Max and yourself completing the podium. While you were getting your interview done, the two of them seemed to be locked in their "debrief".

"Am I the only one who's noticed all the chemistry between her and Lando?" Max asked.

"You're definitely not the only one, mate. Being in a press conference with those two is unbearable."

"Ugh, yes, like just kiss already. I'm glad I'm not going crazy. We need to do something about it, get them to confess their feelings."

"I agree," Charles replied, staring into Max's eyes. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Later, they were in the press conference room, waiting for it to start, and Max and Charles were chatting away.

Y/n: MATE

Y/n: HELP

Y/n: I CAN'T TAKE THIS THIRD WHEELING

Landhoe: you can't complain you got a podium

Y/n: i actually can complain, i've suffered too much

Landhoe: you like seeing them together, don't lie. 

You grinned at that, then glanced up from your phone to see Max and Charles looking at you. 

"Who you texting?" Max asked.

"Just Lando," you shrugged, confused as Charles and Max gave each other a look.

"You guys seem to be getting along well, no?" Charles asked. 

"Uh yeah, I guess. It helps that we're both pretty similar."

"Yes, yes, very similar," Max nodded, and you raised your eyebrow, side-eyeing them. 

"Anyway, you guys have anyone special in your life, yet?" you asked.

The smirk on Max's face faltered as he glanced at Charles for a millisecond before looking back to her. 

"No, not yet, mate."

"Me neither," Charles added. 

You hummed. "Hm, okay."

~~~~~~~~~~

In Suzuka, Lando and you were talking while walking towards the driver's parade. 

"So I'm going to talk to Charles and you're going to talk to Max, sounds good?"

"Yup, I know the plan," Lando confirmed. 

"Great, we'll debrief after the race."

You spotted Charles and quickly ran up next to him before someone else could start a conversation with him. 

"Hey, Charlie! Congrats on your podium in Singapore!"

"Thanks, mate."

"Man, it's crazy how fast the season flew by, it seems like just yesterday I was a scared little rookie rolling up in Bahrain. Anyway, I was hoping to get your advice on something," you said, trying not to bring up the topic too suddenly. 

"Yeah, of course, go ahead."

"Okay, well, let's say hypothetically in a situation where you like someone, but you're not sure if they like you back, and you don't want to say anything because it could ruin your friendship and it would be awkward because you have to see them for the majority of the year, what would you do?" you asked, trying to gauge his feelings about potentially confessing his feelings. 

Charles glanced somewhere behind you, and you didn't want to look but you would've bet a million bucks that it was at Max.

"Well, if you're feeling like that person even just maybe likes you back, I say go for it. You wouldn't want to waste precious time that you could be spending together because you were too scared."

"So you're saying that if you like someone, you should just go for it?" you confirmed. 

"Yeah."

"Interesting..." you rubbed your chin, then turned to look at Max behind you. 

Meanwhile, Lando and Max were deep in conversation. 

"What would you think if two of the drivers started dating? Cause some of these people have some real chemistry," Lando asked, trying to seem nonchalant. 

Max shrugged. "I mean, yeah, some of us have known each other since our childhoods. I wouldn't be surprised if some crushes have developed. It's not my business, but I don't mind. It would be interesting, though."

"What about Charles and Pierre?" Lando egged on, waiting for a reaction. 

He watched in satisfaction as Max's eyes turned a shade darker and his jaw clenched. "Nah, I don't see it. But you and Y/n seem to be getting awfully close."

Lando couldn't help the blush that painted his cheeks. He tried to say something but was at a loss for words, mouth gaping like a fish. Max started snickering.

"We're just friends," he finally stuttered out.

"Alright, if you say so."

Lando sighed, turning away in disappointment. That did not go according to plan. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Max won the race, and because the McLaren was good in the high speed corners, Lando finished 2nd and yourself 3rd. 

You and Lando hugged as soon as you got out of your cars.

"Wohoooo! Let's go!" you cheered as you both ran to the fence of McLaren workers. 

You got done with the interview and was the first one in the cooldown room. You had put your helmet down on the platform and was drinking your water. You heard the others entering and turned around, bumping into Lando. 

"Oh, shit!" you exclaimed as you dropped your water bottle. 

You both bent down to grab it, causing your hands to touch and both of you to pause. Lando then grabbed you bottle and you both stood up, staring into each others' eyes for a couple seconds before you snapped out of it and moved to grab your water bottle. 

"Thanks," you said quietly. 

Lando was still looking at you, before quickly saying, "You're welcome."

You noticed Max watching you and the camera on you, so you cleared your throat and moved around Lando to sit on one of the chairs. 

"That was a good overtake, in the beginning," you commented to Max, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. 

Before the conference, Max was quick to get on his phone.

Max: Holy shit, I have so much to tell you about Lando and Y/n

Max: You should come to my hotel room tonight

Max: I think we're in the same hotel

Charles: I have stuff to tell you too. What time?

Max: Does after dinner, 9:00 work? 

Charles: That's perfect

Max: Great, my room is 1633

Charles: See you then ;)

And for some reason Max felt like a giddy schoolgirl at the thought of Charles coming to his hotel room.

You and Lando kept stealing glances at each other whenever the other wasn't looking, and it was so frustrating.

Later, when it was just around 9:00, Max waited (im)patiently for Charles to knock on his door, and he jumped when he finally heard the noise, getting up to let him in. Charles walked in nervously. 

"We can sit on the couch," Max commented, and Charles quickly situated himself on one end, and Max on the other. 

"Ok, you go first," Max urged. 

"Well Y/n came up to me during the driver's parade and she was talking about 'hypothetically' liking something but not doing anything about it because it could ruin their friendship. So of course I told her she should just go for it, and then she looked at Lando."

"Oh my God. Lando came up to me during the driver's parade and asked what I would think if two drivers started dating each other, and I said something about how close him and Y/n were, and he blushed. And then in the cool down room, they bumped into each other which made Y/n drop her water bottle, and when they both reached down to pick it up they touched hands. Then they just stared at each other for like 5 fucking seconds."

"Jesus, what is going on with them."

"I know right, like holy fuck just make out already! I'm sick of their pining."

Max shifted on the couch, causing his foot to touch Charles' leg. 

"Anyway, want to watch a movie?" Max asked, and Charles nodded eagerly. 

And that's how they ended up in the pitch dark, a bowl of microwaved popcorn in between them, some racing movie on the television. 

They both reached for the popcorn at the same time, causing their hands to touch, and both of them snapped their heads to look at each other. 

They stared at each other, eyes flickering down to each other's lips...until the sound of Max's phone ringing caused them both to jump apart. 

"Jesus!" Max exclaimed, quickly silencing his phone, and they reluctantly turned back to the movie, moment ruined. 

~~~~~~~~~~

A couple weeks passed until they were in Qatar. Max and Charles hadn't spoken to each other, and there was minimal communication between you and Lando. 

Max would be starting the race on pole, then Lando, you, and Charles. 

As the race went on, it seemed like that would be the finishing order, until halfway through Max started having braking issues. Lando caught up, overtaking Max for the lead, and you did the same a few laps later. 

The rest of the race, Max had adapted to the issue but still had slow pace because of it, which left him defending against Charles. 

The race ended in that order, Lando taking his first win.

"YEAHHH!!! LET'S FUCKING GO BABY! WOOHOOOOOO!!!" Lando cheered. 

They parked up in front of the podium boards. Lando opened his visor, got out of his car and stood on it, holding up his pointer finger and pumped his fist in celebration, fireworks going off in the background in the dark sky. 

You quickly got out of your car and removed your helmet, going straight to Lando. 

"You did it! You fucking did it! I'm so proud of you!" you told him as you pulled him in for a hug. 

He stared at you for a second when you let go, then immediately removed his helmet, putting a hand on your waist, pulling you closer and connecting your lips together. 

You were stunned for a second, before placing your hand on his cheek and deepening the kiss. Everything around you guys went still, like only the two of you existed. You eventually pulled away and could hear the booming of fireworks, the cheers from the crowd, and the whistles from the McLaren team a few feet away. You both blushed as you came to your senses. 

"I really fucking like you," Lando breathed out, slightly winded from the kiss. 

"I would hope so, after that," you teased, before pulling him in for another kiss. 

Max stood by his team, watching the pair from a far, his jaw dropped. 

"Fucking finally," Max sighed. 

But then he glanced behind him and spotted Charles walking to the FIA garage to get weighed, and an irresistible urge overcame him.

He followed Charles into the garage and grabbed his arm, dragging him behind one of the curtains.

"Did you see that! They finally—"

Charles was cut off as Max crashed their lips together.

"I think I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Max admitted when they pulled away. 

"I've been wanting to do that since I pushed you off the track in karting," Charles smiled, and Max smiled back, kissing him again.

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a/n: i never intended to publish this anywhere but here i am. i literally never write written romance like this so this is really cringe and i cringed while writing it but enjoy ig. if you have any suggestions though please tell me!!

[slasherscream]

Wash Day

pairing:  jordan li x fem black!reader

"You wanna go out to dinner tonight? Know I've been busy this week. Feel like I've barely seen you." Jordan mutters against the shell of your ear. You shiver as he gives the skin a teasing kiss.

Already you're pouting, knowing what your answer has to be even though you wish so desperately that you could give a different response. "Wish I could, Jordan. But my night is already spoken for."

You're spun around by a hand on your hip, playful and fast so that you can't stop yourself from falling into his chest. Your hands grip his jacket for balance, and he reaches up to hold one of them with his own. "You got plans? With who? Cate? Cancel them."

"Brat." You laugh.

How demanding Jordan is would be less cute if they ever asked you to do something they themselves wouldn't. As it stands, with the way they do anything you ask at the drop of a hat, all you can do is roll your eyes and pretend to be exasperated instead of smitten.

"Fine, don't cancel. I'll just come with." Jordan sighs, as if seeing his best friend is a great tragedy (Which it is. Cate being there means you'll smack Jordan's hand away when he tries to sneak it up your skirt at dinner.)

"What if we want a girls' night?" You shoot back, grinning.

Jordan shifts. The hands on your waist are smaller now, but pull you in closer, "You're the one who's feeling bratty. Really have been neglecting you this week, huh baby?" Jordan smirks, in that condescending way she does when she realizes you're trying to get a certain reaction out of her.

"The plans aren't with Cate, and they aren't cancellable." You sigh, deciding not to rise to the bait of her tone, smirk, or the little circles she's rubbing into your skin.

"What are these oh so important plans?" Jordan asks.

"Do you know how many white boys have complimented my hair today, Jordan?" You ask.

"Pardon?" Jordan blinks at what seems to be a completely unrelated topic.

"Six! Six white boys complimented my braids today. I'm about to kill myself, if we're being honest. I must looked fucked up, and you didn't even say anything." You pout.

You've been having a bit of a rough day, to say the least.

"You look beautiful. What are you talking about?" Jordan asks, confused but nonetheless, wanting to make you feel better. "If you didn't look good I'd very politely... have Cate tell you. But you look great! You've been getting compliments all day, you just said it yourself!"

"Wow, you'd throw Cate under the bus, huh coward?"

"Cate isn't interested in making out with you every spare second of the day. I am. You can be mad at her. I've got stuff I wanna do." Jordan's grin is downright salacious. You smack her arm, trying not to smile.

"Ah. You are operating under the same delusions of the white man. I see that now, I'll let go of the anger." You say, sighing and kissing Jordan on the cheek.

"First of all, don't you ever fucking insult me like that again.... Second of all, what particular delusion am I sharing with the white man?" Jordan asks.

"White men only compliment a black woman's hairstyle at two points in time. When it's brand spanking, fresh off the lot new. Or when it's started to look like shit. I've had these braids in for longer than... is your business. So guess which compliment I'm getting right now?"

"I fucking refuse to say your hair looks like shit, and this conversation feels like a trap. You're always beautiful to me." Jordan says.

"Thank you, baby. But we live on a campus where the diversity win photographers lurk around every corner trying to get pictures of 'The Diversity Win Couple' in our most natural state. I need to take out my braids tonight before I talk crazy in the group chat, and Andre sends me a 'this you?' pic that will devastate my argument." You shake your head somberly, already imagining the fate that lies before you.

"You could stop talking crazy in the group chat." Jordan teases.

"You know damn well I'm not capable of that."

The two of you burst into laughter, unable to keep it together. Jordan has always been obsessed with how easy it is for you to make them laugh.

"Is that gonna take up your whole night, though, baby? We don't have to go to dinner early! We'll go wherever you want." Jordan insists, tone bordering on begging.

Whenever they come out of a particularly busy week, they spend the next two weeks glued to you. As if to make up for it. The clinginess is a stark difference from how they acted before you made things official.

"Jordan, look at the braids on my head."

"I'm looking at them."

"Are you seeing them with your eyes?"

"Yes, and my eyes are sending the image to my brain, which I assure you is working. What's your point here, baby?"

"How long do you think it will take me to undo these, detangle my hair, wash it, deep condition it, and then wash it again?"

Jordan squints at you for a long moment, analyzing your hairstyle and the utter displeasure on your face. "I dunno? Maybe... four hours?"

"I should fucking murder you. Just for that, you're helping me with wash day now."

Jordan's face breaks into a grin like sunlight breaking through clouds, "So I do get to spend the day with you, is what you're saying?"

"Yeah, baby, you get to spend the day with me." You click your tongue at them. Pitying them for the ache in their fingers they're about to feel. They complain about curling their God damn hair a couple of times a week. You suspect you'll be ready to kill one another by hour two.

But you also missed them a lot. Or whatever.

"Don't cut too high up, Jordie. " You whine, shifting his grip lower on your braid, to an acceptable cutting length of the hair extension.

"Baby... can I ask you a very serious question right now?" Jordan hums, obediently cutting where you instructed.

"What?" You ask, already starting to unbraid the piece.

"How... long... do you think your hair is?" Jordan, to be fair to him, does ask the question quietly and with the proper amount of hesitation.

"How dare you! Are you calling me bald?" You gasp, stifling a laugh.

"Don't do this to me. You are prolonging the process. We can cut these braids at least four inches higher than what we're doing right now." Jordan says, you can't see his face but you can tell he's also trying not to laugh. Bastard.

"My hair grew!"

"From the top of your head. It did not magically lower itself further into the fucking braid extension." Jordan loses the battle and laughs.

"Jordan Li do not fucking cut off any of my hair or I'll cry and then blow up this school."

"Of course, princess." Jordan kisses the top of your head and gives in to your terrorist demands because you're cute.

"So how am I supposed to do it, baby?" Jordan claps her hands and you smile at how eager she sounds to help.

"You're gonna want to section it off. Do like... eight parts of hair. That'll make literally every step after this easier. Then you're gonna comb the hair from the bottom, 'kay?"

"Got it."

Jordan starts the process of parting your hair, careful and slow. Fingers sectioning off eight chunks of hair that she keeps apart with the silky hair ties you hand her over your shoulder.

"You sure you don't want me to comb it, Jordie?" You ask Jordan.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. You always say your shoulders hurt at the end of wash day. Which is crazy, because I've seen what you can bench. I've got you, baby." She spritzes extra detangler spray on each of the parts she just made.

You move around slightly, a little sore already from sitting still between her legs for so long, but smiling to yourself nonetheless. A pillow is suddenly shoved into your face and you lean away, confused.

"Sit on this one instead. It'll be better." Jordan says.

You switch out the pillows and tilt your head back to look at her. "Why're you always right? Is that your kink?"

"No, my kink is bossing you around." Jordan smirks and leans down to give you a kiss. Despite the awkward angle you can't help trying to deepen the contact. The feeling of her soft lips sliding against yours, firm but gentle, is always irresistible.

She hums and gives you a playful nip before pulling away. "Don't start something we can't finish."

"Who says we can't?" You shoot back, staring up at her.

"You will be pissed an hour from now if you glance at your phone and we haven't made any progress." Jordan runs her thumb along your bottom lip before pushing your head forward.

"Who says it will take an hour?"

"I do. If we start, I'm not stopping." Jordan's voice dips seductively and a line of tension runs up the length of your spine.

You smack her thigh for teasing you, "Shut up."

"Is this comfortable?" Jordan frowns, staring at the angle your head has to be at to fit in the bowl of the sink.

"No, but this is the best angle this chair can get me to." You say. Usually you just wash in the shower, but since Jordan is helping the sink makes more sense.

Jordan stands, scowling at how uncomfortable you seem. Suddenly he grins, "Baby! Make a chair with your shields. Something that leans."

You were getting a lot better with being able to make complex shapes, with less concentration. You stand up from the chair you'd dragged from the common room. Jordan pulls it out of the way and gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

It takes you a minute, but you conjure a shield that resembles a salon chair and the both of you let out identical cries of delight.

Jordan pushes you to sit down with a kiss on your forehead. "That's my fucking girl. Tell me if the temperature is too hot."

Jordan washes your hair with the perfect amount of pressure and thoroughness. He's nearly rhythmic in his methodical cleaning. You didn't realize your eyes had fluttered closed until you hear him laugh. You open one eye to glare at him playfully, knowing he won't get soap in them.

"What's so funny?"

"You're like a cat. You gonna purr for me, baby?" He smirks.

"If you keep going like that, yeah. Or I'll fall asleep. Please don't make me fall asleep. I'll fall on my ass." You say.

"I'll endeavor to make the rest of the wash as unpleasant as possible."

He does not do that. And at one point you do fall asleep. Jordan catches you before you can actually fall. 'Thank God for Supe reflexes', you both think. You spend the rest of the wash with your eyes wide open and Jordan laughing at you.

"Did we put too much?" Jordan asks, dabbing at another drip of oil and conditioner down your brow.

"No, this is typical. The hair has to be saturated. It's dripping because the oil is you know... getting hot and even more liquid-y." You say, eyeing the episode of Property Brother's you'd both decided on. "Hm. I think that woman should be put to death."

Jordan was keeping vigilant about dabbing at the sides of your face. You'd been in charge of one side, at first. But Jordan seemed to have a sixth sense for when the other side was dripping as well, and kept interrupting you before you could get to any trickles of oil. You'd given up and just started narrating the show for her as she wasn't taking her eyes off the line of your brow.

"Why? What did she do?" Jordan dabs again.

"She wants to put up a fence that blocks the view of the historical house that she did not have to buy if she wanted a fence so bad." You roll your eyes.

"Is the city gonna let her?"

"No."

"Haha. 500k down the drain." Jordan cackles.

"Anti-gentrification win!" You hold out your fist for a fist-bump and Jordan obediently obliges, oil soaked rag still held in her fist.

A comfortable silence falls over you two, besides the noise of the portable hair dryer.

"I really think we put too much, baby." Jordan mutters, dabbing again.

"I have been doing this since I was twelve, Jordan!"

"Play the video again, one speed slower this time." Jordan's eyes are glued to your phone.

You're sitting between his legs again, cushioned by the (superior) pillow of his choosing. You were trying to decide on a simple hair style when Jordan saw a picture of Mini Twists and got excited to see you in them.

("You've already seen me in mini twists, Jordie. What are you talking about?"

"You weren't my girlfriend the last time you wore them though! Now you are, and I get to look at you as much as I want."

So that had decided that.)

"Okay, I think I got it. 'M gonna start with a braid base, without making the parts too big, then start twisting the hair with two strands, and that will make it last longer, right?"

"Right." You smile at how focused Jordan sounds.

They're hot when they're in the zone. You just didn't think they'd get so into helping you with your hair. But you should have known, really. Acts of service paired with their inner perfectionist? You're completely relaxed at this point. You know Jordan won't have you walking out of your room looking crazy, come hell or high water.

"Is this okay?" Jordan shows you a picture of the back of your head, three rows of twists done.

You gasp, snatching the phone, "That's my head?"

"Uh... yes?" Jordan answers slowly.

"The back of my head? The head on my body?"

"Should I start over?"

"Fuck you! These are almost better than mine. Who's hair are you playing around in when I'm not here, Jordan LI?"

"Stop using my fucking government name." Jordan tilts your head back to look at him with a gentle grip on your neck, grinning down at you. "You play too fucking much. You sure they're good, princess? It's okay if I need to redo them."

"I'm gonna give you orgasms that will make you lose brain cells."

"Baby!" Jordan laughs, rolling his eyes. "I'm serious. Do any of them need redoing?"

"The first row is really fucking good for a beginner but the second row is damn near perfect." You say.

"I'll redo the first row then." Jordan kisses your temple before moving you to face forward again.

"I said they were good!" You protest.

"But the second row is better. I want the whole thing to look good. Don't want you feeling self conscious cause I fucked up the style, y'know." Jordan mumbles.

You tilt your head back to look at him, ignoring him sucking his teeth (a habit he picked up from you) at you moving.

"I love you, Jordie. Thank you for helping me today." You coo.

You watch his face go red with a grin. He grins back, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. When he tries to pull away too soon you whine, holding him close by the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Wanna kiss you. You're sweet." You breathe the words against his lips, insistently continuing the caress.

He sighs, smitten, and let's you lead for a moment. Hand finding it's way back to your neck and tightening just enough to make you gasp. Still, he pulls away too quickly.

"I'm gonna fuck you up." You scowl at him.

"The only thing you're gonna fuck up is your neck, brat. This is a horrible angle for you." Jordan's smile is so soft at the edges it's your turn to blush.

"Speak for yourself."

"No, I'm too busy speaking on behalf of your neck."

"Well, I'm speaking on behalf of my-"

"Pussy?"

"I was going to say raging hormones but that's a lot more to the point, yeah. Or maybe I was going to say something romantic. You ever think of that, Jordie? Huh?"

"Were you going to say something romantic?" Jordan hums.

"No."

"Let me do your hair in peace." Jordan turns you forward again with a laugh.

"Turn this way." Jordan instructs, snapping another picture.

"I don't know whether you're worse than an Instagram hair stylist or a Mom." You ponder, words barely audible because your girlfriend is scary.

"Shut up and smile." Jordan scowls.

As if engraved into your genetic code the words make you do just that. You suffer through another 20 pictures being taken before you say enough is enough.

Jordan happily shows you the pictures, as if you hadn't seen yourself in the mirror just a minute ago. Or ever. The grin on her face so wide it looks like it hurts.

"You like it, baby?" Jordan asks again.

"It looks so good, Jordie. It looks like I paid someone honestly."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You drape your arms around her shoulders. "How's this angle?"

"For what?" Jordan tilts her head to the side, puzzled.

"For kissing. Since you were so worried about the angle before."

Jordan scoffs, but she's the one to pull you in. She doesn't pull away this time.

A/N: i needed reader to have a goofball vibe because i have a goofball vibe. if you enjoyed this fic consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anonymous ask saying you enjoyed it! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

[divasroses]

how you knoww the signs don't like you…

okay heyyy 😻👋🏾 . this is part two of my first post, 'how you know the signs like you' & thank y'all for blowing that up by the way because wtf !! 😱

disclaimers:

i wrote this from the perspective that it's kind of already known they don't like you and more so how they act afterwards…

if you disagree, you can keep it to yourself tbh, i don't feel like debating over these trivial opinions lol 😭. love y’all tho.

it doesn't matter whoooo doesn't like you, fuck their sign lol. this is just for fun.

🤍 🤍 🤍

aries: a little obvious. couldn’t hide it if they tried. just will be very serious with you. not even shy which i’ve seen from some of the men, just all business which is unlike them. if you have any business with them in the first place that is. yeah that cardinal will definitely show. will look at you, listen to you, acknowledge you but with the straightest face known to man. and that's just them trying not to cuss you out :). yeah the men will be pretty nonchalant but the women...idk you might be activating that fighter chip inside them. so will kind of sit and simmer until they find out IF YOU NEED THAT or not lol.

taurus: hmm yeah them and virgo will give disgust faces a little bit. will wonder why you're even there and might accidentally say that lol. doesn't want to be included with you or your plans and will make that veryyy clear. whoever they are with, if anyone will have to decide between interacting with you or being with them (and quicklyyyy). other than that they will be just visibly annoyed until you're out of their presence or they are out of yours. oh and don't be dressed poorly, they will roast the hell out of you 😂.

cancer: oooooh this is when you see the sour side of a sweet cancer! 😮‍💨 how can one be so passive aggressive yet critical at the same time? will judge you and all your choices. for example, you'll mention something you're working on and they'll be like "oh yeah? and how's that going for you?" with a little smirk. like it’s already failed 😩. you might even catch them rolling their eyes. their loved ones probably already know they don't like you so now it's just one big joke. hope you have tough skin and an even temper babes.

gemini: awe tricky, tricky 🫤. it depends on how much they don't like you. if it's really serious, they will simply refuse to be around you. doesn't matter what the occasion is and they will explain that to whoever needs/wants to know. if it's not that serious, sureeee they'll kick it with you but you can tell they're not really listening/appreciating anything you're saying, just making conversation because it's so easy to them 😭. definitely not laughing at your jokes. if they think you're capable of change, will eventually lay out what you did or said that made them not like you.

leo: extremelyyy petty. shows off even more than usual! think of like how some animals (escaping my mind which ones in particular) will like bare their chest or something to show dominance? it gives that. and don't even think you're getting an OUNCE of attention, from anyoneeee. anything you say or do they'll do it bigger and better baby so don't even bother 🤦🏾‍♀️. might rudely stare, taunt you, look at you crazy. may even form a whole circle and exclude you from it! and if they haven't yet, and it's on their hearts, confront you. "so I heard you were talking shit about me/my friend and I just wanna know where you get off saying ANYTHING because..."

virgo: classic virgo face of disgust 😭. will probably silent treatment you, even if you're in a group of people. and you better not stutter or say anything illogical, they will take pleasure in watching you make a fool of yourself. will definitely be reading you for filth later with their friends (consider yourself lucky you're not there to hear that conversation ) but I've seen them keep it pretty classy in the moment. but, if you're in a group or social setting they will do the bare minimum. for example, let someone know that's your seat if you get up for a second. but don't expect much else. :)

libra: soooo soo dry!!! it's almost cartoonish. but they don't care, it's on purpose! secretly hoping their dryness will make you leave them alone! 😄 whether in person or texting. really doesn't care what you do with your life or what you're saying, just wants you to get the f out of their face! will pacify you until that point... if it never comes trust me they'll find their sweet escape. won't be caught in that situation with you again tho ✌🏾…

scorpio: you might as well be dead babes 😩. will walk, talk and maneuver around you like you're a ghost. won't even look at you. truly will give you no time or attention, in even the most minuscule ways. you'll actually start to feel some type of way from how little mind they pay you. and it'll be very obvious because you'll see how warmly they treat everyone else and how different it is compared to you 🫤. absolutely will not fake it. even if their friends are cool with you and talk to you, they'll leave them there and go fuck off somewhere else. and that friend is in trouble for even talking to you btw 😬.

sagittarius: the original trolls 🤦🏾‍♀️. will clownnnn youu so so bad. you will be looking for the nearest hole to escape the public humiliation lol. most of it will be indirectly, albeit but the point will definitely be made. will talk about you while you're right in front of them 🤷🏾‍♀️. never cared lmao. will tell everyone how lame you are, spreading it like a damn cold. "you see that b*tch right there? that's one weird b*tch. you know what she did? she..." LMAO. people might've heard what they said about you before they even meet you. you thought your reputation proceeds you? no sag's roast of you, proceeds you darling 😭🫠.

capricorn: nose to the ceilinggg! like they smelled something really, really bad. and surprise, surprise: it's you! 😄 casual, flippant shade but doesn't even care to do too much, granted you're not talking trash to them. because don't forget they are exiled in Mars and can definitely go there with you 💯. but until then they will brag/flash their status, achievements and let that do the talking for them in a sense. you'll leave knowing that you're nowhere on their radar or level.

aquarius: i think it can go one of two ways. the first is a little bit of instigation, i’ve seen. might try to annoy you on purpose and shut down/challenge your ideas if you vocalize them in their presence and will be veryy condescending about it. in the meantime will work on getting everyone else's attention/compliments/praise. can be a little obnoxious. remember, they are represented by The Star in tarot and Leo's sister sign. however, they're not as intentional about it as Leo 🤷🏾‍♀️. if you're not biting the bait eventually they knock it off and just do their own thing. the other way is literally just doing their own thing from the start and ignoring you. they will get the attention/compliments/ praise of other people either way.

pisces: so unserious lol. probably just initially laughs when you first come into the room or whatever the circumstance is. but then just goes about their business. might shoot you a crazyyy side eye lmao. but to them you are the elephant in the room and they will genuinely be confused as to why you're in their presence but then again... doesn't really care. 'bigger fish to fry' that's how they see it (no pun intended).

okay so yeah 😄 thank you for reading this babes, hope you enjoyed ! and happy new year! 💋

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Hi!!! Can you please write headcanons for seventeen members about how they will act around their crush and random, cute, or dumb things they will do to subtly show their love to her? Tysm 🫶🫶

hii anonie ! i've already talked about how they acted around their crushes when i did the how they would confess reactions, but it was more in a you-already-are-very-close-to-each-other-way. so i'm gonna do it here again in a different way here, because i could talk about these boys being helplessly in love for hours I swear 😔. thank you for the request, hope you'll like it <3

how seventeen would act around their crush

-> pairing : svt x gn!reader

-> word count : 2.2k

-> genre : fluff

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

he may seem strong and impressive, but he would be like a high-schooler around his crush. 

it’s so obvious and funny that his members can’t help teasing him about how easy it is for you to fluster him. 

he wants to look dependable, and would 100% flex his muscles and show you how strong he is every chance he gets.

please acknowledge his effort and praise him, he’ll be all giggly and shy (so cute). 

already said that but he has such a golden retriever energy, like he could have had the worst day ever, as soon as he sees you, he’s happy again.

would always ask you about your day and listen carefully.

your biggest supporter in everything you do

it’s really easy to know that he has a crush on you, he doesn’t even try to hide it that much because what’s the point ? you have him wrapped around your finger anyway.

so it’s up to you to do something about it…

YOON JEONGHAN

so much teasing, so so much because that’s jeonghan we’re talking about 

but the thing is that he’s not teasing you as much as his members, letting slide things that he wouldn’t with the guys.

they have noticed of course, but they don’t say anything because jeonghan would kill them for exposing his soft spot for you.

however, he does not make it obvious, he wants to be sure that you have a thing for him too. 

sometimes he starts a conversation about the things he knows you like just to see your eyes sparkle and hear you talking on and on about what you’re passionate about. 

stares at you with a fond look on his face every time he listens to you. 

always team up with you and defend you when you play games with the other, even make plans on cheating with you and love that you’re always following his antics. 

let you play with his hair everytime you ask with his heart beating like crazy. 

HONG JOSHUA

the original gentlemen, i already said it and i’ll say it a million times if necessary. 

holds the door for you, puts his hands over the corners of furniture when you’re near so you don’t hurt yourself, waits for you when you have to fix your shoes when you’re walking. 

and he doesn’t even address or really acknowledge these gestures, it just comes naturally to him. 

he unconsciously cares for you and he melts inside when you smile at him to thank him.

so so gentle and attentive to your feelings and emotions

like he will notice immediately if you feel a little sad or if your social battery runs out during a gathering with your friends.

when he walks you home, he doesn’t leave until he has seen you get inside and heard you lock the door behind you. 

will probably get you flowers a few times just because “they reminded me of you” and hoping that you would take the hint and notice that it was in a romantical way.

MOON JUNHUI

a silly and goofy mess, part time idol and full time comedian really.

always has the biggest smile on his face when he manages to make you laugh, and would take notes of what type of humor you liked and make more jokes like that.

he would not be afraid to do something ridiculous or embarrassing if it makes you at least smile.

will become as red as a tomato everytime you come closer to him, and it’s so so obvious, all his efforts to play it off are doomed. 

hug him and it’s the end of him, he could die a happy man in your embrace.

often stares at you when you’re in the same room but not talking with each other, and if you notice him and stare back, he’ll act like he wasn’t looking at you (but his red cheeks are kinda giving it away).

he’ll have your favorite food and drink memorized and he’ll purposely order for you, in front of you, loving to see the shock on your face and then the pretty smile stretching out your lips. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

i think he would be very obvious too, like it’s not difficult to see that he has feelings for you. 

will try to show off his skills around you and impress you, bringing you over their dance practice and putting in a lot much more effort just for you.

if you tell him that he’s a good dancer or singer, oh he’s a goner, giggling and eyes sparkling at your compliments. 

despite his packed schedule, he would try to spend as much time as possible with you.

you ask him if he wants to hang out but he already had plans with some of his members ? screw them, he sees them everyday, and you’re the love of his life. 

he’s often seeking physical affection when he’s tired or sad and if you try to comfort him or offer him some cuddles, he’ll be on the verge of tears, so happy that you’re here for him.

all the little things you do for him have him falling even more for you, and he’ll be pretty quick to tell you about his crush because he wants you all for himself. 

JEON WONWOO

calm and collected on the outside, freaking out and screaming on the inside. 

as i’ve already said, i think he's the definition of the word soft for me, it’s so calming and soothing to be around him. 

the best listener, when you start to open up about your life and your problems, he’s delighted to know that you’re trusting him enough for that and that you’re seeking his comfort.

he’ll always be there to hear about your bad days or problems and advise you as best as he could. 

if you ever initiated physical contact, like landing your hand on his arm or pushing a strand of hair away from his face, he’ll be frozen in place and he’ll have to stop himself from blushing too much.

you could be in the middle of the most chaotic fight between his members and you two will still be there, discussing the most important and serious subjects. 

he would want to develop a real and deep relationship with you before telling you about his crush.

LEE JIHOON

can seem a little distant at first because he’s an introvert but he’s just too shy and impressed by you to talk to you first. 

so you’ll have to engage the conversation i fear but after that, he’ll come to you by himself.

he had spent so much time looking at you and being close to the conversation you were having with his members that he already knows a lot of things about you. 

everytime he mentions something new that you had not told him about yet, you look at him with a surprised expression that he thinks looks so cute he can’t help but keep on doing it. 

he would want to make you listen to some of his music, but he wouldn’t want to annoy you.

eventually, you would ask him to explain some things about it and he would be on cloud nine because you’re asking about him ? you want to know him more ?

often goes out of his way to do things for you in hopes that it will compensate for all the times he’s too shy to talk to you properly. 

LEE SEOKMIN

another funny man whose only goal is to see you smile and be happy. 

but also and mostly a sweetheart.

he would always be the first to greet you when you enter the room, immediately asking about your day and if it was good or not.

if you say no, he will do everything in his power to make it better (and would often succeed because his mere presence would solve 99% of my problems).

so attentive everytime you talk to him about something, entirely focused on you.

and he will remember a lot of little details you told him during these conversations. 

wants to know everything about you so he’ll ask soooo much questions and if you tell him that you don’t want to annoy him, he’ll be quick to reassure you that he’s interested. 

if you advise him to listen to a song or try out a type of food, he’ll do it and review it to you next time he sees you.

he feels all giddy inside everytime you smile at him, and he smiles so much himself when he’s with you that his cheeks hurt when he comes home. 

KIM MINGYU

golden retriever energy, a litteral puppy.

kinda the same as cheol, i think he would want to flex his muscles too, but more in the sense that he wants to impress you.

he’ll always try to help you with things that require strength just so he could show off his muscles. 

gets all shy when you praise him for that or compliment him, cheeks turning red and becoming a stuttering mess. 

often gets sleepy around you, and he heard that it can happen when you’re really comfortable around someone. 

let him sleep on your shoulders or lap, please, he’s so cute, and if you pet his hair too, his crush would become even more obvious. 

it is so visible to everyone that at one point, he starts to think that maybe you just don’t feel the same because he’s painfully obvious. 

but teasing mingyu is so much fun, and he’s so cute when he’s trying to impress you that you can’t help it. 

XU MINGHAO

i think he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings, and he would not show his interest in you at first.

he just wants to make sure that you’re also attracted to him before letting you know. 

he’s a pretty straightforward guy, and he doesn’t want to lose the time he could have spent with you instead.

would often make comments about the fact that he could be a good boyfriend, always looking your way when he’s saying that. 

compliments, so many compliments about your outfits or your makeup or on how smart you are. 

anyway, he always makes sure to praise so that you’ll see how good he could treat you. 

interested in everything you have to tell and love to have deep conversations with you.

would want his confession to be well prepared though, so he’ll practice a lot in order for it to be perfect and deserving of you. 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

immediately wants to know more about you when he gets introduced to you.

firstly, because he thinks you’re very pretty and that he was instantly charmed by your sweet smile. 

secondly, because your personality is just as sweet and charming. 

thirdly, because you’re not bothered to listen to his rambles for hours and hours, always staying attentives. 

he would always try to seek one-on-one time with you, asking you to go shopping together, or under the excuse of showing you this cute café he told you about some time before. 

even when you’re not around, he’ll always find a way of mentioning you during his conversation, and once he starts, no one can stop him. 

would whine and refuse every single one of your compliments, but the tip of his ears are so red it’s obvious how flustered you make him. 

CHWE HANSOL

very chill and calm usually, but every time you’re here, it’s like he gets a sudden burst of energy and adrenaline. 

outside of that, it would not show too much that he has a crush on you, and only his members or people that know him really well would notice the small changes in his behavior. 

would listen to the music you like because he thinks the type of songs people listen to are saying a lot about them. 

full attention on you everytime you talk, even if it’s not to him specifically.

he loves to just look at you, admire how pretty and easy-going you are. 

same as some of the others, he would want to know you well before confessing, just to be certain of his feelings. 

not easy to make him blush or fluster him, but if you start to praise him out of nowhere, his cheeks would be dusted pink. 

LEE CHAN

match his outfits with yours every time he has the chance, playing it off a coincidence but not daring to say that it makes you look like a couple even if it’s what he’s trying to imply by doing that.

he would want to teach you some of his choreos but would not want to impose this activity on you. 

so if you compliment him on how good of a dancer he is and how you wished you could be as talented as him, he’s quick to jump on the offer and become your teacher. 

will literally treat you like royalty even if you’re not his partner yet. 

would buy you random gifts just because they made you think of you. 

another one who’s very obvious, but because he’s not able to hide his blush and giggles every time you’re close to each other, or when you’re looking into his eyes. 

honestly so cute it’s hard to resist him for too long.

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I Can't Believe You're In Love With Me - Jimmy McHugh

Today was going to be a good day.

Just a regular, normal, stress free day.

No appointments, nobody to kill, Y/N was going to use that to her advantage and relax all day.

That plan jumped out the window though, as soon as she saw Charlie freaking out in the living room. In front of her was what could only be described as organized chaos, papers scattered all over the wall, red string connecting them.

"Um, good morning?" Y/N said, walking down the stairs.

"Mornin'," Husk grumbled, drinking coffee.

Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious were all gathered around the couch, watching Charlie unravel.

"What's she doing?" Y/N asked.

"Going batshit crazy," Husk replied.

"Oh,"

"I'm just not quite understanding why it's not working," Charlie mumbled, moving all over the place. "Okay, okay, think Charlie. Think, think, think, think. Okay, if I do this...trust falls every single morning, we can do..."

"Yikes," Angel grimaced, walking onto the scene. Y/N hummed in agreement.

"Charlie? Sweetie?" Vaggie asked. "You uh, you good?"

Charlie turned around, her hair disheveled and her eyes bloodshot. "Nope! Not really!" she laughed. "I've been up all night trying to figure out why the Hotel isn't working! We've done trust falls, we've tried sharing our feelings. We only have a couple months left before the Angels come! And at this rate-"

"Maybe it's time to ask-" Vaggie said.

"No! Don't say it!" Charlie interrupted.

"-your dad,"

Charlie groaned.

"Charlie, I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get," Vaggie reasoned.

"He let the extermination happen to begin with!" Charlie said. "They just had a meeting and said, 'Go ahead and kill everyone!'"

Charlie gasped. "Wait. That's it!"

"Are we going to kill everyone?" Y/N smiled.

"What? No!" Charlie said, making Y/N hold her head down in disappointment. "My dad could get me a meeting with Heaven!"

"Didn't we already try that?" Vaggie said, referring to Charlie's meeting with the First Man.

"Well, yeah, with Adam," Charlie stuttered. "He was an asshole, but he isn't in charge of all of Heaven. We could go to the top! There's sure to be some angels who will be listen."

Charlie walked a short bit away, getting on the phone with her dad. Y/N could see that she was reluctant to talk to him.

"What's the hold up? You got daddy issues?" Husk asked.

"No! We just have never been close, "Charlie explained. "After he and mom split he never never really wanted to see me. He calls sometimes, but only if he's bored or needs me to do something."

"Oh definitely daddy issues," Y/N smirked over at Husk.

"Well, I'd like to meet the big dick on charge," Angel grinned.

"The ultimate bad boy!" Niffty gushed. "I bet he's scary!"

Y/N conjured up a cup of coffee, sipping on it while she walked into the kitchen to look for something to eat. When she came back, Charlie was still on the phone with her dad.

"Please come see what I'm trying to do!" Charlie begged. "You'll see why it's a really good idea and Heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them! Please, dad."

"Not going so well, huh?" Y/N whispered to Angel.

"Not at all,"

Charlie got off the phone, a small smile on her face. "Well, we have an hour until he gets here,"

"Okay people!" Vaggie said in her sergeant voice. "Lucifer is on his way! So we are are going to get this place presentable and we are going to make an amazing impression. Vamanos!"

For the next hour, everyone in the Hotel (except Alastor, who knows where he was) deep cleaned as much as they did, wanting to make it as nice and clean as it could be for the literal King of Hell.

Y/N helped Niffty and Sir Pentious make cookies. They came out...alright to say the least, looking like they had blood splatters on them.

It was almost time for Lucifer to show up, Y/N fixing her hair and making sure her outfit had no wrinkles in it. Even though she didn't really care about appearances, she didn't want a powerful Overlord like herself to look like a slob in front of the King of Hell.

"You look lovely, my dear," Alastor muttered, walking by her.

"And where were you?" Y/N asked.

"Up in my tower, of course, broadcasting," Alastor smiled, bending down to her level. " I didn't know you would miss me so much."

"Don't flatter yourself, Al," Y/N smirked, staring into his red eyes. "We could of used your help cleanin' though."

"Ah, it seems you did a fine job by yourselves,"

"Will you two just fuck already?" Angel asked, checking himself out in his compact mirror.

Alastor stayed silent, which was very out of character for him, and walked towards Charlie and Vaggie.

"Oh, you're blushin'" Angel smirked. "You wanna fuck him so bad,"

"You're so gross," Y/N said, walking to stand next to Alastor and Charlie.

"You ain't denying it!"

"Okay everyone!" Charlie said. "It's showtime!"

Charlie opened the doors, and behind them was a very small and pale man, dressed in some sort of circus ringleader get up.

"Charlie!" he exclaimed.

"Hey dad, oh!"

Lucifer engulfed Charlie in a giant hug. "Oh, it's so good to see you!"

"It's uh, good to see you too, dad," she said, pulling away from him. She cleared her throat. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

Lucifer looked around before being distracted by Keke. "Oh, hewwo Keke!" he said in a baby voice. "Razzle, Dazzle! Oh, look how much you haven't grown. Still fun-sized! You taking care of my wittle girl? You better be,"

'Wow," Y/N thought. 'He is much shorter in real life.'

Lucifer began to walk around, taking in everything. "Wow! This place sure looks, uh, uh-huh. It's got a lot of character!"

"Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?" Lucifer asked, regarding to the bar area.

"Just some of the renovations we had done," Alastor said. "Adds a bit of color don't you think?"

"And you are?" Lucifer asked, pointing his staff towards him.

"Alastor, quite a pleasure to be meeting you," Alastor appeared next to Lucifer. "Quite a pleasure. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life."

"Who is this? Who is this man?" Lucifer frowned. "Are you the bellhop?"

Alastor laughed. "No! I am the host of the Hotel! You might have heard me from my radio broadcast,"

"Hmm, nope! I guess that's why they call the Has-been Hotel," Lucifer laughed.

"Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea,"

"Ha ha ha! Well it's not very clever!"

"Ha ha! Fuck you,"

"Okay, okay that's quite enough!" Y/N flew over, getting in between the two before things got ugly.

"And who are you?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm the facility manager, Your Highness," Y/N said, her hands behind her back. "I'm Y/N. Pleasure to be meetin' you."

"Uh huh, you too," Lucifer said, turning towards his daughter.

"Wow, rude much," Y/N muttered.

"Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings!" Charlie squealed. "Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much."

"Charlie has a very unique vision," Alastor said. "I am happy to fufill her bizarre requests."

"Aw, thank you Alastor," Charlie smiled up at him.

Lucifer did not like that, getting angry and quite literally foaming at the mouth and growling.

"Quite an impressive young lady," Alastor continued, pulling Charlie closer. "We're all very proud of her."

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Charlie, dear, why don't you introduce me to your other friends?"

"Oh! Yes of course!" Charlie said, pulling Vaggie over. "This is Vaggie. She's my girlfriend."

"Oh my golly! You like girls! So do I! We have so much in common!" Lucifer exclaimed. "You put it there, Maggie!" Lucifer grabbed Vaggie, pulling her into a crushing hug. "She's so pretty."

"Lovely to meet you, sir," Vaggie stammered.

"And this is Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, our guests!" Charlie introduced.

"Your Majesty!" Pentious saluted before falling face first into the cookies. "Heya short king," Angel smirked.

"Husk is our bartender and Niffty is our housekeeper,"

"Nice to meet you," Husk grumbled.

"Hello," Niffty giggled, climbing on Lucifer. "I clean."

Suddenly there was a big crash, the chandelier in the middle of the room. Everyone was coughing due to the dust that was everywhere.

'Great,' Y/N thought. 'I'm gonna have to fix that,'

Lucifer stood in front of the chandelier, laughing. "All right then."

(i couldn't figure out to write this song into dialogue, so im just gonna skip it. im sorry to all the people that like this song.)

"Who are you?" Lucifer asked after a strange woman busted through the door, announcing her entrance. The woman looked strangely familiar, but Y/N couldn't remember where she had seen her. 

"Didn't you just hear me?" the woman frowned. "Why is everybody gawkin'? Is it 'cause I'm adorable?"

"Mimzy!" Alastor exclaimed with open arms.

"Alastor! Sweetie, dollface! So good to see you!" Mimzy said.

'No way,' Y/N thought. 'Mimzy's here too?'

"How you been? Good? Good," Mimzy and Alastor hugged.

"Mimzy? Is that really you?" Y/N asked, pushing her way towards her.

"Y/N? No fuckin' way, you're here too and you're The Assassin?" Mimzy gasped walking over and hugging her. "How'd a sweetie pie like you end up in a place like this?"

"That's a story for another time," Y/N chuckled, not feeling like telling her old friend that she used to kill people for a living. "Nevermind that, what are you doin' here?"

"I was in the neighborhood, heard that Alastor was staying at this ritzy slob factory and I figured I'd stop by! Say hi for old times sake," Mimzy said, looking around. Y/N felt a little insulted by what Mimzy said, but she ignored it.

"Of course honey," Y/N smiled. "Everyone is welcome here."

"Oh, how nice," Charlie gushed. "So you three know each other?"

"Yeah, we go way back," Mimzy answered. "Ran in the same circles when we were alive. These two used to go on dates at the club I used to perform."

"Wait," Charlie gasped, pointing between Y/N and Alastor. "You guys used to date?"

"Uh, yeah," Y/N blushed, avoiding Alastor's eyes. "But it was a long time ago."

"Aww that's so cute!" Charlie gushed.

"Oh, oh my stars," Mimzy said. "Is that Lucifer?" She stared at him for a little bit before making her way towards him. "Move it!" she pushed Sir Pentious out of the way. She bowed before Lucifer. "Pleased to meet you, Your Highness. Alastor, you got to warn a girl when she's in mixed company."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Lucifer had a fake smile on his face.

"As much as I'd love to catch up, Charlie, Y/N, and I have a tour to continue," Alastor said.

"Wait, me too?" Y/N asked.

"Why, of course! You're the facility manager, you are an important to the Hotel, without you, the Hotel would be in shambles!"

"I've never really thought about it like that," Y/N smiled.

"I'm sure Charlie can handle showing me around on-" Lucifer started, beginning to drag Charlie away.

"Nonsense, we started the Hotel together and we'll show it off together, right Charlie?" Alastor said.

"Oh, right," Charlie nervously answered.

"Why don't you let the others help you settle in and me and Y/N will be back before you know it," Alastor said to Mimzy.

Alastor and Y/N walked besides each other, Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie not too far ahead of them.

"How come you didn't tell me Mimzy was down here?" Y/N whispered as Charlie explained what the Hotel was.

"Didn't think to tell you, my dear," Alastor whispered back. "I was too busy focusing on the fact that a sweetheart like you was down here."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "You already know why I'm down here, Al,"

"Doesn't mean it's still surprising," Alastor chuckled. "I do wish you would of told me what you were up to."

"Yeah me too," Y/N said. "Definitely would of made things a lot more interesting and fun. You could have helped me with the harder targets."

"Sounds like a thrilling time,"

The two of them stopped talking, listening to Charlie rant about the Hotel to her dad.

"So once we have the proof that redemption is possible, this whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven!" Charlie explained. "We just need a little more time to prove it! The sharing circles haven't been working-"

"Hey boss," Husk said from behind Y/N and Husk. "Can I have a word?"

"Go on, my dear, I'll catch up in a bit," Alastor said to Y/N.

Y/N nodded and caught up to Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer.

Y/N flew into the lobby, wanting a drink before she had to spend anymore time with the King of Hell. She finished the tour early, opting to give Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer some time to themselves.

"Ah! There you are dollface!" Mimzy said from the bar. "Was wonderin' when you'd show up. Where's Alastor?"

"No clue, he kinda left in the middle of the tour," Y/N said, sitting down next to Angel Dust.

"Hey sugartits, you never told me that you and Smiles used to bang," he smirked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, blushing furiously. "Why would I tell you that? Besides it was a long time ago."

"Doesn't matter, you still should've told me," Angel wiggled his eyebrows. "What made you wanna ditch him, hmm?"

Y/N's mind went back to the very moment when she got the phone call from the police station. She didn't ever want to relive that moment, especially now that she had Alastor back. Right as she was about to open her mouth, a big bang came from outside, making the Hotel shake.

"The fuck was that?" Angel asked.

"No fuckin' clue," Y/N said, stretching out her wings, preparing to attack anyone.

"Mimzy! We know you're in there you lousy bitch!" said a rough voice from outside.

"Oh shit," Mimzy said, dropping to the floor.

"What's going on?" Charlie said, her, Vaggie and Lucifer coming through an angelic portal.

"I may be in trouble with some loan sharks," Mimzy nervously answered. "I may or may not have borrowed fifty grand-eek!" she squealed, ducking behind the bar. "-and I may have stolen a car. And crashed it. Into the loan shark's girlfriend. But that bitch had it coming!"

"Are you fuckin' serious Mimzy!?" Y/N yelled.

Fireballs started coming through the Hotel, crashing through the walls and the windows. Setting the floors on fire as they landed.

"My windows!" Niffty sobbed.

"We're under siege!" Sir Pentious exclaimed. "Take cover!"

It was complete and utter chaos. Glass and rubble were falling, fireballs were flying everywhere, some piece of furniture were on fire or completely burnt, and Niffty would of gotten crushed by a big piece of rubble in Sir Pentious didn't pull her out of the way.

Maybe the word chaos was an understatement.

Y/N had to do something.

"All of you get a safe distance!" Vaggie said, holding her spear. "I'll take care of this,"

"No Vaggie, it's fine," Y/N said, her eyes glowing red. "Let this be a lesson to every other asshole who thinks they can mess with the Hotel."

"Ugh finally!" Mimzy groaned. "Took ya long enough! I was hopin' for Alastor but you'll do just fine, dollface!"

Y/N walked out of the hotel, no weapons on her, just calmly walking out of the hotel, the ghost of a smirk on her face.

"Y'know you assholes are gonna need to pay for all these repairs," she drawls out. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to clean up your messes?"

"Holy shit, that's the fucking Assassin," one of the loan sharks gasps.

"What should we do boss?" another one asks.

"Kill her! Shouldn't be that hard, she's a woman," the boss roared, aiming another fireball at her.

Y/N's smirk grew even bigger. "You're gonna regret that,"

She unfurled her wings, flying up as high as she can into the sky before crashing back down like a bullet. The impact shattered the pavement beneath her. A violent gust of wind erupted from the force of her landing, sending debris and some of the shark demons tumbling backward.

She rises, her red hot eyes gleaming like fire. She summons a battle axe, the axe suddenly in her grip at the speed of light. She has a sinister grin on her face, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

The boss steps forward, sizing her up. "Aren't you being a little bit dramatic, sweetheart?"

Y/N's lip curls. "That's the point."

They attack.

A demon lunges, she pivots, swinging her axe. The blade connects with his side, sending him flying through a nearby car. Another charges from behind, she flicks her wrist, materializing a curved dagger in her offhand. In one fluid motion, she turns, slashing upward, cutting through the demon's suit and flesh.

"Yeah! Kick their asses!" Y/N can hear Mimzy cheer.

More demons start to rush her, but stop and start to tremble in fear.

Her body starts to shift, twist, and expand in a way that belongs in a horror movie. Her wings, massive, jagged, gray, unfurl like a storm on the horizon. Her hands elongate into razor-sharp talons. Her mouth stretches into a hooked beak, her fangs gleaming in the light of the fireballs still flying into the Hotel.

And her eyes.

Her burning, red eyes settle on the loan sharks like a god passing judgment.

Then, she moves.

She takes off, the force of her wings blasting the loan sharks like ragdolls. In an instant, she's above them, diving like a missile.

Her talons sink into a loan sharks shoulders, lifting him off the ground before she hurls him somewhere in the distance. She summons spears midair, flinging them with deadly precision, each one impaling a target.

Another loan shark raises his gun, Y/N summons another spear, sending it hurtling through his weapon, and his skull.

The boss, realizing that he doesn't have a chance at winning this fight, turns to run.

But Y/N is much faster.

She beats her wings once, only once, and in the blink of an eye, she's in front of him. He barely has time to gasp before her talons slam him into the pavement. She leans down, her glowing beak inches from his face. "Leaving so soon?"

The boss whimpers in pain. Before he can say anything, Y/N summons another axe and buries the blade into his face.

Y/N shrinked down to her regular form, panting but with a giddy smile on her face. "Oh, how much I missed getting to rip people apart,"

Mimzy and Alastor are standing in the doorway, both of their eyes wide.

"Wow, that was amazing, dollface!" Mimzy gushed. "You have got to show me how to do that sometime! You did a fantastic job!"

Y/N walked towards the two of them, her eyes narrowed at Mimzy but not saying anything.

"Thanks for helpin' little ol' me out of a tough spot," Mimzy continued. "You're such a sweetheart,"

Y/N stood next to Alastor, still glaring down at Mimzy.

"Sorry about the mess," Mimzy nervously said. "But I'm sure the little bug can take care of it for you."

"I think you should go, Mimzy," Alastor spoke up. "Now."

"Oh, Alastor, you're such a kidder you," Mimzy scoffed. "You are so funny."

"I mean it," Alastor said. "You deliberately brought danger to this place just to have me clean up your mess. I can't have that here."

"But you love taking care of me," Mimzy said, not listening. "What, you two don't actually give a shit about this tacky place do you? Come on Alastor, I know you, you heartless, son of a bitch."

"Mimzy, you are welcome if you actually want to try and get redeemed, but even I know that's not your style," Y/N said. "So you need to leave."

"Well fine. Who needs ya?" Mimzy frowned. "Have fun with your little princess and your little hotel and pretending you don't wanna fuck each other's brains out. See if I care!"

Mimzy walked away, flipping the two of them off behind her shoulder. 

"I forgot how much of a bitch she could be," Y/N chuckled.

Alastor laughed, putting his hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I apologize that you had to deal with one of her messes,"

"It's fine, I needed the adrenaline rush anyway,"

The two of them walked inside, seeing Charlie and Lucifer talking more seriously and emotionally.

"Charlie, you don't understand," Lucifer said. "Heaven never listens. They didn't listen to me. They won't listen to you."

"You don't know that!" Charlie yelled.

"I do," Lucifer said, hanging his head.

(again i couldn't figure out how to write this out, so i'm just gonna skip it for now. i'm sorry to anyone who likes the song)

Y/N wiped her eyes, not wanting her tears to fall. She didn't cry often and when she did, it was for a very good reason, this being one of them. It was really sweet and touching watching Charlie and Lucifer reconnect with each other.

Sir Pentious seemed to agree, tears also gathering up in his eyes. "Aw, that was ssssweet,"

"Okay, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you," Lucifer said. "Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine," Charlie smiled.

"That's my girl," Lucifer smiled back. He stepped back, sighing before he conjured up another portal. "Good luck, kiddo," he said before disappearing.

"This next part is going to be scary," Vaggie said, walking over to Charlie. "You ready?"

"I'm ready," Charlie replied, hugging Vaggie. "'Cause you'll be with me."

"In spirit, right?" Vaggie asked.

"In Heaven,"

"Yay,"

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i did NOT know how to end this lmaoo

sorry that alastor and y/n didn't get a lot of time together in this chapter

i plan to make up for it in later chapters

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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@diffidentphantom

[lionheartedmusings]

as the pieces start to slot together (and i mean... barely, we have like two corners) it's becoming to me more and more apparent that everything we're seeing from q!bad is nothing more than a very elaborate game of chess that he's forced everyone into, and i have thoughts, especially regarding two things he said to q!bagi yesterday that really, really stood out... and something he hasn't said that speaks volumes.

let me preface by saying that q!bad is a liar, a gaslighter, the man is built on lies and deflection — he almost always tells you the truth sandwiched between two lies and leaves you to wonder what the fuck just happened. he's slippery, he's deceitful, and he doesn't make the error of thinking he's the smartest person in the room all the while knowing full well he can pull all the strings he needs mostly undetected.

q!bad is also not someone who measures his love by how much he trusts people — those two things are separate to him to an extent, he can love you with his whole everything and not trust you. the only people he trusts are the eggs — i'd go as far as to say he doesn't even trust skeppy fully. take q!etoiles for example! someone who's always been on q!bad's corner but who he told to his face he can't trust fully because he's too powerful.

his trust issues run so deep that he doesn't even trust himself. he expressed that during the presidential election arc, and he's questioned if he's the one helping the feds subconsciously — q!bad hasn't cleared himself out of his own suspect list, and i need people to understand that.

q!bad is paranoid and cautious and every move he makes is weighed against the cost of making it, and how that could cause security and safety issues. it's exhausting, by the way, and i will go into heavy detail about that at a later date — how much it weighs on him to always think of the worst and prepare and anticipate and fight to prevent it.

still, it's... pretty apparent when q!bad is telling the truth if you know him enough — he does it when he doesn't say enough. if he's being cryptic, if his voice drops and he seems blaze about something unimportant... he's telling you a lot more than he's letting on, and he's hoping you'll catch on. i find it fascinating that he chose to do that with q!bagi yesterday.

"my only goals are to find my kids and to leave the island" is such a rich morsel of where q!bad is going with this? we know he's sussing out someone who is knowingly or unknowingly working with the federation, but i don't think that's all — i think he knows very well what he plans to do when he finds that person, and also knows how he plans on using that info to get everyone out safely.

he also blatantly (in q!bad speech) told q!bagi that everything he's doing, he's doing for a reason and that that reason is ultimately a positive end goal for everyone. he was telling her that he's got a purpose, he's not crazy or erratic on a whim — he's calculated. i don't know if he chose q!bagi because he knew she wouldn't get it but he hoped she'd find it curious, or if he just needed to talk at someone, but it really stood out to me.

the second thing that stood out was his surprise that q!bagi had even trusted him before, and that knowing that was the highlight of his day.

now, i genuinely don't think q!bad measures his love / care in terms of how much he trusts other people, but he measures his own worth in how much he's trusted, relied on, and how much he can do for others. for him to blatantly admit how that little admission of trust even if it's gone now means so much to him? my man's struggling big time (we knew that already) but enough that he's vocalizing it.

but really can we be surprised? i've talked about how i didn't feel like q!bad was sorry for kidnapping / torturing ron and i've let him cook and changed my mind on the subject... kind of.

i think q!bad is remorseful and sorry for what he's having to do, more than of what he's doing. he's sorry he's having to go to this length, he spoke candidly about how much he hated hurting his friends and how he wasn't sure how many more he'd have to hurt in the process, he hates that for his plan to succeed (and everything is always "going according to plan") he has to do these things. he wishes he didn't have to.

he's not sorry for what he's doing, but he is. he's sorry he's hurting people, but he's not sorry that his plan has to be seen through — he's working towards the big picture, and he can't stop now. he knew what he was getting into, and there's no jumping ship now. he decided to burn himself and his bridges for the benefit of his children and his family (and q!bad's family is much more extensive than he lets on) and it's his cross to bear now.

he also doesn't trust himself, like i said before.

here's the thing about q!bad — he will talk in circles, alone, for hours. he'll run scenarios over and over in his head, ruminate, theorize and discard possibilities to exhaustion... it's the things he says once and doesn't mention again that are scary, because he locks them down in his head where it's safe.

he's noticed the federation is incredibly lenient with him — he said it offhandedly once, alone, he said "chat, have you noticed that all they ever give me is a slap on the wrist" — he knows. he knows something's up, he knows something's wrong with that picture.

he doesn't trust himself. he'll get to the bottom of this whole thing if it kills him, and by god if he has to be the most hated man on this island by the end of it... so be it. it's a small sacrifice to make for the children that he loves, and for their many families that he considers friends.

never forget that q!bad is, above all else, the man who lives in service of others... it's just that sometimes, that service isn't items and help and safety.

we also need to acknowledge that what q!bad is doing is most likely a direct parallel to what q!cellbit did with the regret arc but i don't think people are ready for that conversation yet

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.13 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT and violence, brief mention of SA like once btw. Sorry if this is batshit crazy!

You're woken by the throbbing in your face, as you groan you feel Abby's weight shift next to you and she suddenly pops into your eyeline as she leans over you.

"Good, you're up. How are you feeling?" You wince as you start talking.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving my ass yesterday. I thought she was the food so when she rushed me I was so shocked, I'm getting sloppy."

"Because of me?"

You hold the side of her face and smile. "No, I've got cocky, I needed to be humbled." You laughed at yourself and Abby laughed too as she started getting out of bed. "I'm going to leave when you leave because I've got to get ready for my day with Ellie." She scowls in your direction. "It's business, don't give me that look."

"What are you going to make her do?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned with."

"Seriously?"

"I do this to protect myself but I keep the things I have on people a secret. I'll keep what you did a secret."

"How do you manage to make it sound like everything you do is reasonable?"

"That's not me that's doing that." She watches you smile as her stomach drops. She forces out an awkward laugh.

"Whatever, I gotta shower will you be here when I get out?"

"Yes, darling." You wink and she shakes her head while chuckling as she walks away. You message Jeremy and get up to get some more ice for your face. Then you go to your bag and grab 500 dollars and leave it on Abby's dining table to pay for the damages. You amble back to her bed and lay down while you wait for Abby to be done in the shower.

You're sending messages and emails when Abby walks out in her towel. "Take it off1 Take it off!"

"I am already late. Don't start."

"You're no fun."

"How about I come to yours tonight?"

"Yeah I'll call when I'm home."

You both said your goodbyes and within half an hour you were back in your penthouse. You sat for a while just processing everything that happened last night and then you had a shower. You felt a lot better for it and you managed to do a good job covering the worst of the bruises with makeup so you felt okay. You had to admit your little standoff with Ellie made you only more excited for what you had planned.

Ellie stayed glued to her phone all day just waiting for you to ring but the call didn't come until nine pm.

"I'm outside, black jag, come out quickly." You hang up before she can say anything else and within minutes she's climbing into your car. Just as you did with Abby, you simply survey her appearance, her freckle-stained cheeks, the auburn hair and its shaggy cut. You notice the brightness of her eyes and then you notice the bags under them. "How are you feeling Ellie? Not too sore?"

"Are you seriously asking me that? My head hurts, thanks for that."

"Well who's fault is that?"

"If you're suggesting its mine I'll-"

"You'll do what?" You narrow your eyes at her as a warning which you were pleased to see she took.

"Where are we going?"

"If I tell you that it ruins the surprise. Be patient my love, all in good time." Ellie feels how clammy her hands have gotten as she pulls at her fingers in anticipation. You sit in the car silently until you arrive at your destination 45 minutes later. You're so excited you don't even wait for Jeremy to open the door, you just hop out. You rush round to Ellie's side and stand face to face with her as she gets out. You smile at her and she remains completely emotionless. You shrug as you begin walking to the warehouse. "Follow me!" You wait until Ellie catches up to you and you fling the door open with an enthusiastic "Surprise!"

Ellie looked up at your words and felt a chill run down her back that made her skin feel like ice. The warehouse was empty except for a chair that a man was tied to and a table next to it all on top of a plastic tarp. Ellie felt sick. The kind of sick that made her want to run and hide and never move from her bed again, but she couldn't run because you kept walking closer and she could only follow you. As you reach the tarp where the man sits unconscious Ellie takes in the scene in front of her with a hand over her mouth. On the table was a knife and gun and the man was bloody and bruised. He looked almost dead already and she noticed the large pool of blood under him, she followed the blood to find that it started from his crotch. She felt a small sickening grin on her face when she noticed his jeans were unzipped and yanked down.

"Did you-?" She gestures to the origin of the blood while looking at your smug face.

"Yeah I cut it off." Ellie scoffs. "That's why he's here. He was a runner for me, I caught wind of his indiscretions and I have no tolerance for it. I've done most of the work for you, you just need to finish him off."

"You want me to kill him? No way. You're fucking deranged."

"Look he's going to die anyway." You walk over and bend to put your ear to his slumped over head. "Sounds like he's got an hour or two left. If you don't do this you're only prolonging the inevitable. In a way you're doing him a kindness, putting him out of the misery I've caused him. Just shoot him Ellie. One clean shot to the head, that's it."

"How do you rationalise your actions?"

"I don't, you do." You were still kneeled down listening to the man's wheezy shallow breaths, that mischievous grin never once leaving your face. "One shot Ellie, one shot and you feel how Anderson feels, you have what she has. Do you know why I am the way I am?"

"You're immoral."

"I'm powerful. What we're doing here, we're playing God. That power, all you have to do to feel that, is kill him." You stand and walk over to the table holding the weapons to draw her attention to them. You relish in the way she follows you with those dazzling eyes of hers as you feel like you're under a spotlight. "One shot Ellie, that's all it takes."

Without another word Ellie marches to the table and snatches the gun, aiming it for the man. She breathes in and before she even has a chance to second guess herself she shoots the man. "Oh my god." Her ears start ringing as she feels her heart beat all throughout her body. The throbbing in her head reduces her vision to a blur and her mouth suddenly feels dry. As her arm is about to drop from the weight of the gun antagonising the shaking of her limbs she feels your hand enclose around her wrist as the other takes the gun from her.

"Thank you Ellie. That was beautiful. How did it make you feel?" Your voice is soft as you hand her a crisp white handkerchief.

"Powerful."

"Exactly Ellie. I knew you'd understand. Come on, I'll take you home." You both start walking away from the corpse and Ellie finds herself sneaking glances back at the slumped man. As she watches you climb into the drivers side of your car for once she looks around for any sign of the driver. She shrugs her shoulders and gets in beside you. "If you're worried about anyone finding him there are people clearing up as we speak."

"I'm not worried."

"Hm okay good." You continue driving in silence until you reach Ellie's apartment. "You did good tonight Ellie, I'm impressed."

"Thanks. I'll see you soon?" As she questions you she smirks and you notice the change in her eyes: they're brighter and they have that sparkle when they look at you. The same sparkle Abby has.

"You'll be seeing me very soon." You lean in and whisper in her ear. "You're mine now." You pull away and smile angelically, she chuckles back at you before getting out of the car and walking to her home.

"I'm outside, hurry up." It felt like hours before Abby appeared at the car with a puzzled expression as she looks at you in the driver's seat.

"Hey, what's up?"

"That's what you call hurrying up? Put your seatbelt on." The second you hear her seatbelt click into place you take off for yours.

"Fucking hell, do you want to drive any faster?" When you don't reply Abby studies your face only to notice the small blood splatters spotting your appearance. She can't see much as your eyes are planted firmly on the road but she knows something is different. You pull up to your penthouse and practically throw the keys at the valet before dragging Abby through the entrance. Everything was setting your body on fire, you forgot this feeling and how inpatient it made you. The second the doors of the elevator shut you pushed Abby up against the wall, grabbing her by her hoodie and pulling her into an all-consuming kiss. As the doors 'ding' and open you grab her pulling her into the penthouse before locking the doors of the elevator.

Abby looks you up and down taking in your appearance. Your half-lidded eyes with the eyelashes that you bat at her tellingly. The smirk that you get when you know you're winning, it was the same smirk that was plastered on your face the night you and Abby spoke on the balcony. Your clothes, all black but smeared with a shiny substance, the same substance dotted your face giving you dark-red freckles. She realised you were covered in blood the second she noticed the knife in your hand that was surprisingly clean. "I cleaned it off already don't worry. Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?"

"What?" Abby scoffs and laughs, half in disbelief, half slightly panicked at your off putting behaviour.

"Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?" You saunter over to her, eyeing her like you're going to devour her.

"No, I guess not."

"Good." You smile menacingly and Abby gasps as she hears the ripping of her hoodie. She winces as the tip of the knife scratches a line up her stomach and past her chest so hard small bubbles of red begin to appear in its trail. You reach the neck of the hoodie and she feels the knife press against her throat as she backs away, she shuts her eyes as she tries to get as far away from the knife as possible although her eyes dart open again as she feels the knife being removed from its place against her neck and sees you are entranced by the cut going up her sternum. You make eye contact as you dart forward and lick away the blood on her skin all the way from the elastic of her sweatpants to her collarbones. "God you taste good."

Abby gasps into your mouth when you catch her lips in a rushed kiss and she tastes her blood on your tongue. You grab her nipples and twist as you smile into the kiss.

"Ow! You're a sadist."

"That makes you a masochist. Get on your knees." She sighs and chuckles as she gets on her knees in front of you.

"Only for you, darling."

"Oh right answer! You are doing things to me." You drag what remains of her hoodie over her head and thread your fingers through her braid until its loosened enough for you to grab a handful of. "I need a favour, love."

She kisses your thigh and feels the sticky sheen of blood coating her lips and chin. "Anything."

"I need you to eat me out so bad. Can you do that?" She doesn't even respond she just starts yanking your bottoms down with your underwear. You kick them off as you ditch your coat too, feeling like your skin is burning to the touch. You immediately feel her lips attach to your throbbing clit and you look down to meet her piercing gaze as your left hand grabs a fistful of her hair pulling her impossibly closer as she lifts your right thigh to wrap around her bare back before dragging her hand back up your leg and squeezing your ass cheek harshly. "Oh fuck, yeah just keep doing that."

Abby continues like this was the first time she had eaten in a week and before long you were groaning as you came so hard your head spun. "Thanks babe, that was amazing. Now go sit on the couch and wait for me. Please." You had your knife at her neck and it moves with her as she nods and rises. You both lock eyes when you hear the pops of her knees as she stands and you giggle as she immediately shakes her head. "Damn you're getting old."

"Shut up, sorry you're a demon that doesn't age."

"I'm gonna let you off for comparing me to a vampire tonight. Don't take my kindness for weakness."

"I love your kindness."

"Shut up, go sit down." You're smiling at her despite the annoyance in your tone and she starts walking backwards looking you up and down as you ogle her muscular chest. You felt like you had won the lottery when you realised she hadn't worn a bra under her sweatshirt and you're still entranced as you watch her walk to your couch. You discard of the rest of your clothes and inspect the red lining of Abby's blood on the point of the knife. You pop the knife into your mouth as you follow Abby and savour the taste of her, you feel invincible, like a god even when the knife nicks your tongue and you taste the iron filling your mouth and when you meet Abby's needy gaze the feeling only intensifies.

You kiss her like you'll die if you don't and as you pull away you stick your thumb in her mouth collecting some of her spit and smearing it across her lips and chin. You hum in satisfaction when you see the pinkey hue of the spit from your blood as you push her down to lay horizontally on the couch.

"Are you wet darling?" You purr at Abby.

"What do you think?"

"Keep giving me that attitude and you get nothing else from me tonight."

"Oh come on, you know you're turning me on so bad, so come here and do something about it."

"Oh that was smooth."

"I know." You laugh as you pull her sweatpants and underwear down so you're both naked and climb on top of her slotting your hips to hers. You throw the knife down on the floor without looking to see where it landed as you place a hand over each of her boobs that pushed back at your touch as her back arches when you roll your hips into hers over and over again. She pulls you down so you're pinned against her chest as you both continue rocking against each other and moans into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that she caught your lips in. You both finish with screams and grunts and she scratches your trembling back.

"Follow me, I have a surprise for you."

"Jesus your stamina is ridiculous."

"Don't worry you old lady I'll do the work for now and let you catch your breath."

"Well alright then." She jumps up and follows you savouring the curve of your ass and the sway of your hips as you ascend the stairs to your bedroom. She feels like she’s entranced as she follows you, her cheeks heating up when you cast glances over your shoulder at her. As she walks into your room she's reminded of the last time she was here and her pussy throbs. Her attention falls on the box on your bed and she snaps back to reality to immediately inspect what's inside.

"I figured it would make sense for us to have one here as well. Want to put it on?" She nods her head as she rips the box containing the new strap on to shreds. You giggle as she looks like a child on Christmas ripping open the box but you go quiet again as she fits the harness round her hips and meets your eyes. "Go sit down, get comfy." You nod at the bed as you bite your lip.

"You're so hot."

"I know." You straddle her thighs and sink down on the strap, wincing at the size but persevering until you feel her hips under your legs. You grab her by the back of the neck and pull her forward so your bodies are pressed together. She bucks up into you and you pinch her cheek. "Bad girl."

"Who's fault is that?" You gasp as she chuckles and you push her down by her chest and start grinding down onto her. She tries to grab at your hips to guide you but you pin her wrists down.

"No touching." She whines and you smile as you continue moving on top of her. You speed up and only when your thighs feel like they're on fire do you feel her grinding up into you. You gasp and lean down wrapping your arms around her neck allowing her to encase you in her strong arms.

"What happened to know touching huh?"

"Shut up, I changed my mind."

"Thank god." She flips you both over and presses your thighs to her hips and she drags the dick in and out of you slow and deep. As she speeds up she leans down and spits into your mouth that had fallen open. "Swallow." You swallow her spit and groan as you feel your legs begin to shake. Abby looks down and takes in the sight of the strap gliding in and out of you so easily as it gets shinier with each thrust. You dig your nails into her back and she hisses as she slams into you harder as a response and before you can get a word out your orgasm washes over you and you see white as you whole body tenses. You hear Abby groan and feel her weight collapse on top of you as your muscles slowly relax.

"Good day babe?" She laughs as she looks up at you resting her chin on your chest while massaging your side.

"Good doesn't begin to describe it. Ellie was very obedient, I was impressed."

"You have a way of making people bend to your will."

"Yeah I know that's why you're my bitch."

"You are so unpleasant sometimes."

You both laid together for some time catching your breathe until you dragged her to the shower to get clean. You both argued about the temperature until you settled on a warm shower that she jumped out of much quicker. "Do you want me to change the sheets while you finish up in here?"

"Yes that would be amazing thank you. There's fresh sheets in the closet to the left of my room." She kisses you and leaves you to your shower as you turn the heat dial to as hot as it will go. You feel the water washing away all the dirt from today and as you savour the warmth of the shower you notice your skin feeling as though it is buzzing with the indestructible surge of power you haven't been able to shake since Ellie pulled the trigger.

psa: sorry this took a couple days, life got busy and then i got so high last night i slept for 13 hours so there was not much time to write. Hope this lives up to expecations and if it makes no sense im sorry im still super baked rn <33

[jennyeverywhereday]

A Special Announcement

Hi guys. Jenny here.

I know — crazy, right? It's not usually me doing these. Spoils the fun, doesn't it? Like hosting your own birthday party. Then again, I've done that. But the point is, there's something I've got to tell you.

Gosh, I don't know where to begin. Change… It's scary, right? Even for a girl like me who's always changing, story to story, world to world.

The short version, I guess, is… I've got a new guy looking after my affairs in this dimension. Bit stuffy, that phrase, but it'll do. Look, this website you're on right now, jennyeverywhereday.com… it used to be run by this bloke I know, Benj. Benj Christensen. The coolest, sweetest guy. He used to make comics about me. I love all my biographers, in every dimension — talk about making a girl feel special! — but he was proper special. Is proper special; he's not dead or anything, don't worry.

Every August 13th, he'd work day and night to collect all your artwork and stories about me, and keep it all organized. Fifteen years he did this. Fifteen. Years. Like I said, proper special.

But everything has its time, even things that go on forever. It comes and goes, waxes and wanes. Last year's JED didn't go quite as planned. After a day's worth of wonderful posts, Benj went to bed and then he never logged back on. Don't worry, he's alright, but… bit of the ol'burnout. Happens to the best of us. I'd never want any of you guys to wear yourselves out in my name.

Benj is better now, but it showed him… it was time. Time to pass the torch. Maybe you'll see him again around here, as an artist, just one more volunteer. I hope so. And you can still say hi. But he'd done his time running this place all by himself.

Hence — the new guy.

Don't worry, he's not dead either. That's just how he draws himself. A skeleton with glasses, wearing a top hat. He couldn't tell me why; he just does that. (You'll be happy to know he does at least own a top hat, but even then, he doesn't wear it much.)

He goes by Aristide Twain, and he's written an awful lot about me, too. Especially that me who's moved in with the Crew of the Copper-Colored Cupids. Though he insisted I tell you that in his own opinion, he's not nearly as good at drawing me as Benj was. And he's also in charge of the Jenny Everywhere Wiki, so at this point, it's fair to say I'm all over his resume.

But hey, you'll get to know him soon enough, if you don't already. Just look at him go! He's already been doing some refurbishing around here, spiffing up the FAQs and whatnot. I have an index now! Love an index. It's why I've got two on my hands. Right after you see this message, he'll be running through the backlog from the 2024 JED that halfway-wasn't; better late than never, I always say, especially when you've got infinity ahead of you.

And next August — that sounds so far away, doesn't it? but mark my words, it'll creep up on you — next August, he'll be the one running the sixteenth edition of this lovely little holiday you guys made up about me. Hopefully the first of many, many more, just so long as no one blows up the Earth.

For now, let's say goodbye to Benj, with honor, thanks, and love. There's something fitting about his final transmission, even though he didn't know that's what he was writing. I'd like you to read it again, now. Especially this bit:

I wanted to say a few things before I go. Firstly thank you to everyone who submitted this year. I really appreciate all the interest in our little Jenny and I’m so happy that she’s still out there getting in scraps.

Oh, and also that bit:

Again, thank you to everyone who submitted. You are literally what makes this event possible and I couldn’t keep it going without you.

Right back at ya, Benj! Enjoy your rest; you've earned it!

Shifter, out!

[emmatgc]

Wonderful World Part 9

I Found Love (where it wasn’t supposed to be) 

Seon Yul POV 

“And I've moved further than I thought I could

But I missed you more than I thought I would

And I'll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me” 

This is Seon Yul’s current favorite song listening to it upon arriving at their rented dorm just outside the hospital they will be studying for a short course. This is on replay button. He can’t help but feel this is his song for her and towards her. It is 1pm in Germany, and it is 8:00pm in Korea. He wasn’t able to call upon landing an hour ago since everything went fast when they were fetched by the dorm master and showed their place. He doesn’t want to be rude and all, so he just texted Soo Hyun, smiling like a teenage boy “I’m here” and I miss you already”. 

He is now sitting and wondering if he calls her since its kinda late at night 

“I don’t know exactly where this feelings of mine started for HER. When my Mother told me to stop my revenge plans years ago, God, it feels like a decade ago but still raw.  All I wanted was to ruin her and make her feel the pain I was feeling. It started with a lie, everything. It wasn’t coincidence, I planned everything and somehow, the outcome was something I didn’t anticipated. I fell in love with her not knowing it was love. They say the opposite of love is hate and I believe that’s what happened to me. I tried to move on, and moved out away from her after that fateful day I went to her book signing event. That was 6 years after and I still felt the same. I was scared but I was sure. I wanted her. I don’t want anybody else. Hells be damn. I’d be lying if I didn’t feel conflicted. She killed my Father so how I can love her? It is twisted. I know. I wish I had answers but I don’t and I don’t care. Still, I would be fine if she didn’t love me back because the last thing I wanted is to force her and hurt her. We bleed the same. Now, she is saying we should give it a shot. Now, I am more than scared that I ever was. True, I want her but do I deserve her, really? What should I do now? God, I am acting like a greenly teenager having a huge crush on a teacher. Haha She is like a strict teacher in my eyes and I always have a thing for strong older woman. It is the reason I didn’t have girlfriends really and those younger than me, I treat them as lil sisters. I was attracted to more mature woman and Soo Hyun is just perfect. She is perfect. She was my torment but now she is my savior”

Checking his phone now, thinking of calling her… he continued in his thoughts 

“When I saw her at the airport time froze. I froze! I cannot believe my eyes. Is this some joke or am I dreaming? Then she hugged me and there it made sense. It is real. Honest to God, I wanted to kiss her right then but I held back for her sake. I didn’t know if she was ready. People say Im crazy but indeed I am. Now that I have her, or shall I say, we have a chance, she didn’t say she loves me yet, or is in love with me, we will take it slow like she said. Im happiest that I’ve ever been and I don’t want this to end. This is something new and everything is uncertain but she said “yes” to a chance and Im gonna try my very best to make her happy. I am sure of my feelings, the question is, will she be able to love me back?”

Soo Hyun POV

It is 8:00pm now, and Soo Hyun was restless and nervous. Will he call? Was it true, what happened at the airport? Maybe I am dreaming, maybe its all a bad joke. She is rumbling by herself. Then, her phone rang 

“I’m here and I miss you already” 

She dropped her phone and thank goodness she is in a couch. Her heart fluttered and her stomach felt butterflies. My gosh, she said, I am acting like a teenager! What should I reply then? Should I reply? Maybe tomorrow since its late already, he needs to rest but wait, our time zone is different now, she realizes. She prepared herself a tea to calm her nerves and it allowed her to think. Think about him and what happened at the airport. 

When Yoo Ra told me they were going abroad, I was shocked and I admit, I was feeling weird. Was I jealous? I know Yoo ra likes him. But I cannot stop thinking about him since he left the orphanage and I tried to stop thinking about him but I can’t. Im too old to feel this way. He is way too young for me and I….I killed his Dad. How can he love me like that? It is crazy. He is crazy. Whats crazier? Why am I feeling this way too? I want him but I know this is wrong. Who dares love the killer of his dad? This is some punishment from the Gods! Yet, if this is a sin then I guess I am willing to take. I want to be happy and I want to move on. I want to choose life and happiness and he….he makes me happy. I don’t know why and how but he does even those years ago, when we were at odds. I cared for him a great deal already. Not as guardian but as person, as a woman, too. Seon Yul didn’t know, I called the hospital and got Yoo Ra’s contact number. I lied that it has something to do about their work at the orphanage but really it wasn’t. We talked. She said “you are both crazy for each other and so if you have any feelings for him, then go with me at the airport and say it directly to his pretty damn face! Yoo ra is great. She is feisty. She should be the one with Seon Yul but He likes me instead. He is in love with me, he said. I like him, too. I want him in my life but truly, I am not sure if this is the same love I had for my husband yet. He was the only man in my life for a long time. But, I had to give my heart a chance this time. Gosh, am I doing the right thing? We bleed the same. The song I love entitled “where is my love” the lyrics there “Don’t she know, we bleed the same” hit me when I listen to it. When he was scared, I wanted to comfort him. When I was scared, he wanted to comfort me. He is like me with all the pain, the agony and sufferings. We can heal each other. We can move on. Together, we can. 

Drinking her tea..she continued “When I saw him at the airport, for the very 1st time, I found him so handsome. My heart skipped a beat. My goodness, I was crazy and acting like a school girl in front a crush! He is like the boy next door type after all. You know the guy across the street. Very pretty, handsome but really prettier than me. Haha.. I can sense his shock and disbelief and I wanted him to feel secured that I am giving this, Us…a chance. I like him and I want him to stay in my life. I don’t know how , or when it will stop of if I will stop but for now, it is what it is. I finally admit, I like him, too. I cannot deny it anymore. 

 It is 2pm now in Germany, Seon Yul is settled and he is worried because she didn’t replied. Is she asleep already? It is after all 9pm. He was about to call it a night when his phone rang… “I am glad you are there safely. Have you eaten? Don’t forget to eat promptly.” 

Haha he laughed. She is always thinking about feeding me and still so proper in her texts! Their “feeding” moments started the very 1st time they got to know each other. They talk over food and it made Seon Yul like her all the more. Seon Yul’s eyebrow slightly raised because she didn’t say she missed him back but it is ok he said, one step at a time. Trust the process. He wanted to reply “goodnight” already since he worries she might stay late if they still talk but he has to try. The boy has to try. He misses her already and he just wanted to hear his voice. 

There were 3 rings and finally, she answered. Seeing her phone rang and his name sent shivers to Soo Hyun. She is so nervous. 

Hello? She said. Hi, he replied.  Both were smiling. 

Seon Yul held his breath and there will silence. As always, Soo Hyun, the “mature” of the two, as she says it herself and she takes pride in it, ask how is he. 

How are you? I am glad your plane landed safely, Seon Yul.

It was a good flight. How are you? 

I am good. Im about to rest. 

Oh, Im sorry , I shouldn’t have called. We can..

NO, its ok. I am glad you called. 

Butterflies felt in his stomach. She is the only one who ca make him feel that way.. So…he said, he cleared his throat. Sorry, I don’t really know what to say, I’m such a mess. Im nervous, Soo Hyun. 

She laughed and replied “I am nervous, too. We are both crazy”. 

We are hahaha 

Have you eaten? You haven’t answered me yet. 

Do you miss me? You haven’t answered me either. 

Both answered simultaneously “I have, said Seon Yul and I do , said Soo Hyun. 

He has eaten and she misses him. 

Both seemed happy with their replies. 

Soo Hyun? 

Yes? 

What are we now? 

Hmmm… I don’t know. 

You don’t? 

I..am not sure but, exclusively dating? 

Seon Yul smiled so wide. His face is gonna hurt if he won’t stop smiling. 

Ok. 

OK? 

Yes. OK. We are dating. Exclusively. 

You don’t sound happy, Seon Yul? 

I can show you how happy I am but it won’t be appropriate Soo Hyun 

She shivered again. She finds him sexy just this instant. 

Is he flirting with me? Soo Hyun wonders. 

He sense the tension and maybe the shyness of Soo Hyun, and he broke it off, still smiling. 

We will take this one day at a time. Nice, easy and slow Soo Hyun, don’t worry. 

They thought they will talk for a minute or two but ended talking 2 hours. They talked about his room in Germany. She was pleased to know the decorations and such. He told her about his scholarship and she was very much impressed. He loves impressing her.  He asked about the orphanage and it seems they are comfortable as they can at least for now. They are friends after all and to level up, is another thing. 

You better rest and sleep now, Soo Hyun. 

Alright. Goodnight Seon Yul. 

Take care please? She added. 

Always. Goodnight and I…I love you. 

You are playing dirty, Seon Yul. 

I’m not. You are. 

See you, I mean, let’s talk again tomorrow. 

Someones excited to see me home already huh.mm

Let’s put the phone now, she said and embarrassed. They both laughed 

Goodnight. Goodnight.

They finally put the phone down and she slept. He on the other hand has to prepare for a meeting. They are now somehow together. They are exclusively a “thing”, dating” They like that word. 

For 5 weeks, the long distance “Sort of relationship” they have was a challenge but not a big one. Yet for Seon Yul, he started missing her so bad already. Seon Yul had a great time in Germany and in his last few days, he was ready to go home. He wants to see her so bad already. 

Yoo Ra will have a different flight and different day to go back. She will stay over for another week. Seon Yul can’t wait to go home. He wants to bring something for her. Yoo Ra helped him tour the city. 

“I meant to ask you, did you and Soo Hyun talked? That day at the airport. How did it happened? 

Yoo ra being funny and jealous of Seon Yul being in love and she, still single, said “I told her if she won’t pursue you, I will?” 

You did what? Seon Yul, about to get furious

Hahahaha..she laughed so hard. Relax, greenboy. I was joking. To cut the story short, we talked. Girl talk. That’s all. So, stop asking already. 

He bought her a cashmink scarf from FRAAS, an 18th century famous german brand. She likes scarfs and he wants to put it on her. Winter is coming and he also bought her a jacket and scented candles. He bought also Kaweco Fountain pens. Of course pens, he said! She needed pens for writing and book signing. Yoo ra can’t help but laughed at him. “You haven’t even bought 1 thing for yourself and Soo Jin, you are a bad friend, Seon Yul” She smacked him at the back. 

He bought a tea set for himself and wanted that tea set for them to use when she visits his home soon. He imagines Soo Hyun having tea at his house. He also bought basic building blocks for the kids in the orphanage. HE never bought a lot for someone ever before. Not even for her mother or father. He has it bad, he thought. 

Yoo ra bid goodbye and they will see each other in Korea next week. 

Seon Yul was packing when he heard his phone rang. 

It is Soo Jin 

Hey bro! I heard you are arriving tomorrow. I want to fetch you but I believe somebody is fetching you tomorrow, right? I don’t want to be the third wheel. Haha, Yoo ra said the same thing. Ill see you soon! Im gonna be mad if I don’t have a gift, bro! 

Seon Yul laughed and thought to himself he has the best friends in the world. Another less to worry in this crazy world they have now entered. 

Soo Hyun texted Seon Yul. “Ill see you tomorrow. “

See you tomorrow. 

I miss you… Seon Yul was shocked to read and he read it again to check if he is wrong or just sleepy right now. But it says right there, she missed him. It’s progress, he said. He giggled. 

He replied “I miss you more. See you tomorrow!”

The next day, Soo Hyun was early. She was excited. She missed him dearly. He was gone more than a month and the yearning and longing was strong for him. She can’t deny it further. 

An hour later…there he is. 

He has arrived. All wearing his gorgeous smile , pretty hair, in white. She wants to run towards her but her feet seems stuck and she can’t move. He is back. He is now my…my Seon Yul. Distracted, Seon Yul hugged her first. He smelled her and squeezed her. 

“Hi” he said. 

Hello, she answered. Welcome back…welcome home. 

Yeah, it is good to be back. 

Let’s go, she said. 

Wait, he said. He took the scarf and put it on her neck. The fuchsia pink scarf. He bought 3 actually. You look beautiful, he murmur.

There, you are ready now. We are ready now. 

Where to? He asked. 

Anywhere with you? she replied.

He chuckled. Sounds romantic, he replied.  They both have huge grin and acting so in love. 

Let’s go. He held her hands. This time though, she interlocked her fingers in his. They were holding hands, properly and romantically now. 

The dating era is about to begin. 

Indeed, they both found love where it wasn’t supposed to be. 

Note :  I do back up research on this story ever since just because also I am a researcher myself. From the places in Korea to the songs, the inspiration and just currently, about Germany, and its famous hospital areas and gifts. Originally, I intended for this to be a 1 shot story but I want to honor and craft slowly this slow burn love story of our favorite characters. They deserve it. I hope you are feeling what I am feeling. I surprisingly enjoyed this for months now. Writing this one, my ever 1st fanfic is very challenging but enjoyable. Now, instead of 10 chapters, this would be probably be 12 at least. So, thank you for sticking with my story. You don’t know how much it means to me. Here and on X (twitter) thank you so much for your support! Next chapter is called “Secret Lovers”. Enough said, the title is everything and more. See yah!

[cinememed]

₍ 🎞 ₎   revolutionary road   (2008)  rp  starters  ! featuring toxic relationships, mature themes, violent & explicit language . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

you'll leave me? is that a threat or a promise?

so now i'm crazy because i don't love you? is that the point?

you're not crazy, and you do love me. that's the point.

i just wanted us to live again.

i feel sorry for you. maybe we deserve each other.

how pathetic is that? to put your hopes in a promise that was never made.

i made a disgusting spectacle of myself, right?

you were just some boy who made me laugh at a party once.

you're not worth the powder it would take to blow you up.

you're not worth the trouble it would take to hit you.

is it supposed to make me jealous or something?

what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much?

you are an empty, hollow, hollow shell of a woman.

is it supposed to make me fall in love or back into bed with you?

in other words, you don't care what i do, or who i fuck, or anything.

you'll have the time to find out what it is you actually want to do. 

that's right, i don't care. fuck who you like.

don't you understand that i want you to care?

our whole existence here is based on this great premise that we're special.

i saw a whole other future. i can't stop seeing it.

you heard wrong. it's all gone now.

i want to feel things. really feel them.

we were never special or destined or anything at all.

you think you can bully me into feeling whatever you want me to feel.

have i said i'm sorry enough times already? damn.

i'm just about the sorriest bastard i know.

i suppose i would care if i still loved you. but i don't think i do anymore.

i've got many questions to ask and i'm willing to pay for the answers.

how about doing everybody a favor? how about shutting up?

you've never tried at anything. if you don't try at anything, you can't fail.

i think you're the most interesting person i've ever met.

nothing's permanent, right?

are you still talking? isn't there any way to stop your talking?

you're the most beautiful and wonderful thing in the world.

i have the backbone not to run away from my responsibilities!

you just seemed.. special. of course, you still are.

sweetheart, what are you talking about?

we can be happy here. i can make you happy here. 

when i first met you, there was nothing in the world you couldn't do.

i don't mean how you make money. i mean, what are you interested in?

good to see your shining face.

no one forgets the truth, they just get better at lying.

if you come any closer or touch me, i think i'll scream.

i've never really been anywhere.

i guess it wasn't a triumph or anything, was it?

i just don't want you feeling bad about it. because it's not worth it.

it strikes me that there is a considerable amount of bullshit going on here.

haven't i made it clear i don't particularly want to talk about it?

you're always so definite on the subject of what you do and don't deserve.

this time you're not going to get away with twisting everything i say.

this happens to be the one time i know i'm not in the wrong.

you're sick. i really mean that.

you know something? you're lucky you met me.

why don't we go get some air, you and me?

i missed you all day, and i wanted to say that i'm sorry.

i think this whole plan sounds a little immature.

you really are being melodramatic about this whole thing.

all i know is what i feel.

i guess there isn't much more to say then, is there?

all i'm saying is you don't seem entirely rational about this.

can't leave, can't stay. no damn use to anyone.

you should value what you do. you're obviously good at it.

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Believe Me Part 2/Twisted Stories

Warnings: Yelling, Mentions of shooting, Harassment, Assault, Fighting, Guns, and Attempted murder. I think that's all tell me if i missed anything 

A/n: I can't express how long this took to write because I don't know how to describe the scenes. Anyways, here's part 2 and I'm also working on a book.

Word Count: 1.7k ish

Summary: Nothing Really, just a huge twist 

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The team had gotten all sorts of information, turns out that Milly wasn't actually Milly and her real name is Michelle Taylor. So much for changing her name . She has a crazy history in many schools and clearly her parents had changed her name so people would accept her into society and into places. 

“She's the principal's niece…y/n was telling the truth.” Jay spoke. “Alright let's move out” Voight snapped Jay out of whatever he was thinking.

The team arrived at Millys house but Kim and Adam went up to the door because everyone else had shown their faces at the front office due to you getting in trouble or parent meeting and stuff and Voight didn't want to risk messing up the plan. 

Kim knocked on the door and waited for someone to open the door, the door opened and there she was, your principal 

“Hi is there  Michelle Taylor here” Kim said calmly. Your principal slammed the door shut right in Kim's face and made a run for it. “I NEED BACKUP” kim shouted into her radio. Jay, Hailey and everyone else jumped out of their cars and ran. 

Jay had instructed you to stay in the car because he didn't want you to get hurt even more than you already were. Just then shots rang out all around the car and you dropped down to the floor of the car. 

Jays Pov(for this part because it's the only way i'll be able to write it)

We had arrested Y/n’s principal as we were all heading back to our cars. shots rang out and everyone dove down onto the ground. “Y/N!” i wanted to run to her but hailey held me back. “She’s smart jay, she probably got down to the floor.” Hailey suggested. But I had this gut feeling that something wasn't right. 

As soon as the gunshots were finished I ran to the car and practically ripped opened the door. Relife filled my body when I saw Y/n, she was ok, she had her hands over her ears, curled into a ball shaking. I slid into the car seat and pulled Y/n into my chest and she sobbed.

***

I sobbed into jays chest for what felt like hours which was only for a few minutes.  “Its ok y/n, i got you, its ok.” Jay soothed. “I-wa-was so scared i-” My chest felt tight, i couldn't even finish my sentence because i didn't have enough air to even talk. “Y/n you have to breath.” Jay said. “I-I-I can't”. “Hey, look at me. Match my breathing” I looked at jay and soon i started to calm down. 

We sat in Jay's car for a while, Jay was talking to Hailey, Adam and Kevin while stroking my hair. I didn't realize I fell asleep until I woke up on the couch in our apartment. “Hey Y/n” someone said in a soft voice. I recognize that voice, it was will. 

“What are you doing here?” I said in a groggy voice while sitting up. “Jay called and told me what happened and asked if i made sure you were all right.” “soooo the only time you come over is to see if im alright and not to watch a movie and bring me Mcdonalds?” I joked. “I don't have money for Mcdonalds” Will said while looking at my hand. “DUDE, I've seen your paycheck and you definitely have money,” I argued. “Alright, I'll take off tomorrow and you can have a junk food day, just don't tell Jay”  A huge smile was on my face. Finally i won an conversation against will, wait… hold up. “Wait, You never take off a whole day like that, what's the catch?” “Whoever did your cast didn't make it tight enough, so you'll have to get a new one tomorrow, and Connor needs to do some further look at it” Will explained. “Whatever at least i get whatever i want tomorrow” I said

***

It's been a couple of weeks since the whole incident at school. Today at the court case, I didn't really wanna go but Jay said I had to. Something along the lines with “they need you there for “evidence” and blah blah blah”. 

I wasn't gonna dress that nie so I just wore some flare pants and a Chicago Med Sweatshirt I stole from will.

“Michelle Taylor will be charged on many accounts of Thievery, Fraud, Assault, Harassment, attempted murder, possession of a firearm and many accounts of fleeing the police.” The judge spoke from his chair

Gosh you didn't Milly had committed all these crimes in one lifetime, you didn't even know she had a fake name. Quite frankly you didn't want to be here, you wanted to be at home in your bed sleeping or watching movies with your brothers. 

“Your honor, my client has a different side of her story based on what happened between her and Ms. Halstead.” Millys Lawyer spoke, Milly got up to the stage(or whatever you call it, i wanna be a doctor not a lawyer), and started talking.

“I was just talking to my friends about some girl who was being mean to me, and i guess she was eavesdropping on my conversation and she just came up to and punched me, i tried to defend myself, after we got pulled apart she- she threated to hurt me and my family with her brothers gun, and that she would come to school and ki-kill me” SHE WAS CRYING, SHE WAS REALLY FUCKING CRYING! You wouldn't believe what you were hearing, you did none of that, milly swung first, milly was talking about your family so you tried to talk and well… you already know the rest of the story. There was no way the Judge would believe this,  Or so you thought.

“Your honor, there's CCTV footage, my client has bruises and a swollen eye from the confrontation, she even has bruises from other fights she had gotten in with Ms, Taylor weeks and even months ago” Your lawyer spoke.

This went on for 40 minutes. Made up stories and most of them happened but words were twisted things were changed to make you look like the bad guy.  and afterwards you took a lunch break. “Their not gonna send Y/n to jail press any charges right hailey?” Jay spoke. Hailey knew a thing or two about courts since it was her first choice of what she wanted to be (idk if actually was but whatever). “Yeah- yeah she'll be fine jay.” Deep down hailey knew this wasn't going well and you'll probably end up with house arrest or something.

***

I sentence MiChelle Taylor to six Years in Jail with possible parole. You sighed, nothing bad was going to happen to you and you were fine. “And I sentence Y/n Halstead to 10 Months In Jail without parole, for Attempted Murder, Assault, and harassment” Suddenly there were so many Flashing lights, so many people talking, then you couldnt breath, you couldn't see, black spots clouded your vision…

Then one loud voice overcame all the other ones. “MOVE, LEAVE HER ALONE”, you were picked up and brought to an empty room. Y/n, it's ok, it's just me and will, you're safe, no ones gonna hurt you” a soft voice came. “You can open your eyes now, there's no cameras, no media, nobody, just us. Ok?” You didn't even realize that you were closing your eyes tightly.

“They're taking me to jail” You whispered, it came out of a question rather than a response. “y/n, I promise, we will do everything possible to make sure you don't go to jail. I promise” Will said while coming towards you and jay.

You already knew that promise was broken within a millisecond. “You can't promise that, it's already been done, there's nothing anybody can do.” “You'll have another court case to finalize everything by then we'll have figured out everything” Jay spoke

Just then police officers barged through the doors and pushed Will and Jay out of the way. “Let me go!” you yelped when they grabbed you with force. “Don't hurt her” Will tried to get to you but jay held him back “If you fight back you'll only make it worse for her” Jay said “BUT WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING JAY, I'M NOT JUST GONNA STAND BACK WHILE MY LITTLE SISTER GETS ARRESTED FOR A CRIME SHE DIDN'T COMMIT, IF YOUR NOT GONNA HELP THEN I WILL.” Will snapped, and with that he threw jays hand off his shoulder and walked out.

Jay was left standing there questioning what led to this, how was his family falling apart in just one day. 

When will ran outside he saw you looking at him with tears in your eyes. With one last chance on seeing you for awhile he signed *I promise little boss* During the pandemic, you, will and jay learned sign language for fun and ever since you guys have been using it, either so someone didn't figure out what you guys were talking about or in a serious situation where one of you couldn't talk. And the name, will had given to you when you were nine because you kept bossing everyone around and you were short for your age and you are still short, hence the name Little Boss. 

This was the day where the three halstead siblings lost each other…

The end

No i'm just joking. I was totally gonna make this a happy ending where milly goes to jail and You don't go to jail but no, this idea sprang to me at 7pm and i just word vomited all my ideas into the chapter but i hope there's one more chapter after this because i already have ideas for the last one. Btw my bad for being gone took me about a month to write this part. It's been since June 17th that I started this. Anyways, bye. 

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 19

"You ready to go?" Rafe asked Jessie as she walked down the stairs dawning denim shorts and a grey cropped tee. Rafe opted for his usual tailored shorts and light pink shirt.

"Yep!" Jessie replied with enthusiasm.

"After you." Rafe suggested as he opened the door. Jessie was met with... his motorcycle.

"No security today?" Jessie asked.

"Don't need it." Rafe simply answered with a cocky smile. Jessie tried not to think too much into it.

"Just like old times, huh?" Jessie exclaimed as she hopped on the bike like no time had passed.

"Thats the plan." Rafe said. Jessie didn't know what Rafe had in mind today, but it sounded like he planned on taking a trip down memory lane.

Their first stop was the shops on the main strip.

"Whatever you want." Rafe proclaimed as he gestured towards the never ending outdoor mall. This was no typical mall, this was all the stores Jessie could only dream of affording. Any name brand designer she could possibly imagine was at her finger tips.

"This is not my preferred method of payment." Jessie sassed.

"You'll get your payment." Rafe replied as he looked out over all the stores with his hands in his pockets, he clicked his tongue deciding where to go first.

"I'm not going to buy anything, Rafe." Jessie insisted.

***

"I'm not going to buy anything, Rafe." Jessie stated as they shopped the streets of Charlotte. Rafe wanted so badly to spoil Jessie, but she wouldn't hear of it.

"You deserve it, baby." Rafe persisted. "Just look around, see if there's anything you just have to have. I'm sure there's something here."

Rafe and Jessie shopped for hours, stopping to get lunch from a local place and of course ice cream to follow.

Jessie had finally decided to pick up a few things. Nothing crazy, just a few shirts she liked and a new pair of tennis shoes. She probably needed those things more than she wanted those things. Still, she felt cheap. Rafe still insisted.

***

Jessie and Rafe perused the mall for what felt like hours. Jessie never really was much of a shopper, at least not for herself. Once she had her daughter she found every reason to buy things for her. She wanted to give her the world. Jessie found so many things on the strip that she wanted to buy for the little munchkin, but that was out of the question. Rafe had no idea that she had a daughter, and that was how it was going to stay.

"Hey, can you maybe go and grab me a drink real quick?" Jessie asked, having a plan in mind.

"Sure, don't go missing." Rafe joked as he walked out of the clothing store they were in, it just so happened to be one of the only ones that Jessie could afford on her own.

Jessie quickly went to the accessories and grabbed the adorable set of bows she had her eye on since she walked through the door. She could see them swishing in her daughter's hair, making her look and feel like an island girl. She loved the idea, she couldn't wait to see her again.

Jessie quickly went up to the register and bought them. They were discrete enough to fit into one of the bags she already had on her arm, so she stuck them safely under the ball cap she had already bought. With that, she excited the store.

She waited outside on a bench for Rafe to come back. Soon enough she saw him walking towards her with two bottles of water in hand. She gladly took one.

"Thank you." She said as Rafe took a seat next to her.

"Ready to shop some more?" Rafe inquired.

"Ugh, please no. I've had all the shopping I can take. Can we please move on to something different?" Jessie pleaded. Rafe just chuckled and nodded.

"How about we go sight seeing!" Jessie offered with excitement in her tone.

"What, like just drive around?" Rafe asked.

"Yeah, I always..." Jessie trailed off.

"You always what?" Rafe furrowed his brows loking closer at Jessie as they walked towards his bike.

"I always loved doing that with you." Jessie was hesitant to say it, trying not to give too much away and make Rafe think she was actually enjoying this day a lot more than she showed.

Rafe just looked down with a proud smile and nodded. He tried not to show his excitement when she said that, but he was secretly elated. He had her thinking... about them. More importantly about the good times they had.

"You know me personally, I think the good times far outweighed the bad in our relationship." Rafe casually mentioned in their walk.

"I wouldn't disagree." Jessie stated.

"Then why'd you do it? Why'd you leave? I mean sure we had our fights and I know I wasn't the best guy but-"

"Rafe." Jessie sighed. "Can we please just enjoy this day for what it is?" She stopped to look at him, hoping he would get the message. As much as she wanted to pour her heart and soul out to Rafe and explain to him why things went the way they did, she had to stay focused, and this was certainly not the time and place to do it.

Rafe just sighed in defeat as he nodded and looked at the ground. They continued walking.

After a few more hours of driving around, Rafe spotted a wildflower field up in the hills of the Bahamas. He didn't have to ask Jessie, he knew she would love to go up and see them.

***

"Look at all these beautiful flowers, Rafe!" Jessie exclaimed with excitement as they walked along the cobblestone pathway of Charlotte Botanical Gardens. The flowers were so tall they covered their heads... well, Jessie's head. Rafe could still see perfectly fine over the billowing flowers.

Jessie ran her hand gently along the purple wildflowers. As she turned back to look at Rafe she was met with a flower freshly picked for her. Rafe dawned a smile like a kid that picked a fresh flower for his first love. The act was so innocent and yet so intentional.

Rafe placed the flower in Jessie's hair, but not before picking off the long stem and saving it for himself.

"You know, I don't think we're supposed to pick these." Jessie joked. Rafe remained quiet but still smiling contently as he fondled with the stem in his hands.

"Give me your hand." Rafe said politely, never looking up. Jessie was curious but gave in. Rafe then slipped the knotted up flower stem on her left ring finger. Jessie didn't know what to say, she only blushed at the thought of marrying him one day. She pulled her hand away to admire the beautiful new ring, she thought it was as precious as gold.

"Marry me." Rafe said in the same serious yet polite tone. Jessie looked up at him and scoffed.

"Ha, yeah right, okay." She laughed as she looked back at her hand.

"I'm serious." Rafe never faltered. He grabbed her left hand and held it closer to his chest as he looked her in the eyes.

"Will you marry me?" Rafe asked, this time Jessie could tell he meant business.

Jessie's jaw dropped in shock once she realized just how serious he was.

"Wait, are you actually asking me?!" She asked with a childlike grin on her face.

"I mean I'd get on one knee but I didn't think you wanted me to make a spectacle of the whole thing." Rafe joked. He was right, this was the kind of proposal Jessie wanted, something simple and understated that didn't draw a lot of attention. Rafe remembered that from one of their many endless nights of conversations.

Jessie was still speechless, trying to decipher what all this could mean. "When?!" was all she could muster.

"When?" Rafe laughed, holding her hand a little tighter with both of his. "Whenever you want, baby. You set the date."

Jessie had so much running through her head, and yet all her thoughts were taken over by the thundering sound of...

"Yes!" Jessie said as she jumped up and down. She couldn't have imagined something so perfect. "Ugh, I love you." She implored as she wrapped her arms around Rafe's neck and held him tightly.

"I love you too, Jess." Rafe sighed into her. Rafe knew a long time ago he was going to marry Jessie, he was just waiting for the right time. He didn't plan the proposal by any means, but he knew it was the perfect moment. He never regretted it.

"I want to get married here." Jessie said enthusiastically.

"I'm sure that can be arranged. A destination wedding sounds great and-"

"No, I mean like I want to get married right here, in the gardens... right now." Jessie trailed off as she held Rafe's hands in hers with hopeful eyes. Rafe realized what she meant.

"Like today?" Rafe questioned as his eyes grew wide. He wasn't scared at all, just very surprised. Jumping into a decision like this was very out of character for Jessie, still, she nodded frantically in reply with a smile plastered on her face. "Are you sure?" Rafe asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything." Jessie started. "I want to go home and be Mrs. Rafe Cameron and there's nothing anyone can do to stop us!" Jessie exclaimed excitedly as she took Rafe's face in her hands and kissed him. He already loved the sound of that. Mrs. Rafe Cameron.

"But wait... don't you want your family here?" Jessie asked as she backed off her tip toes showing a dejected face, thinking that would be the one hang up. Rafe just shrugged with a twinkle in his eye as he cocked his head with a knowing smile. 

"You've shown me more love since I met you than my whole family has shown me my entire life... you're my family." Rafe answered honestly, oddly not showing any sadness in his voice, only hope for his future as he caressed the side of Jessie's face in his hand, rubbing his thump lovingly across her cheek. She leaned into the action with loving eyes as well. He had his family right here, and a party with just her in attendance was his absolute favorite. "Family doesn't make you apologize for leaving and growing up. You taught me that, Jess." 

Jessie was touched, yet she still wasn't the best with words, only opting for one simple phrase.

"Well let's do it!" Jessie exclaimed as she bounced up to wrap her arms arounf Rafe's neck. Rafe reciprocated with a slight chuckle and wrapping his arms around her waste. The moment was short lived when Jessie realized another snag in the potential plan. 

"But wait... we don't have rings." Jessie realized and slightly chuckled.

Rafe proceeded to come up with a quick solution. "I didn't need a ring to propose to you, we don't technically need rings to marry each other. All we need is someone to marry us and the certificate."

Rafe had a point. With that, Rafe and Jessie quickly left the gardens to go to the courthouse and get the required certificate. Lucky for them, the courthouse provided them with a list of names of people that could marry them on the spot. They didn't think very hard about that, simply calling the first person on the list.

Rafe and Jessie exchanged traditional wedding vows that evening as the sun set over Charlotte Botanical Gardens, the only witness being the minister, and that was just how they wanted it.

***

"These flowers are beautiful" Jessie claimed as she ran her fingers through the wild yellow flowers. Rafe followed behind her watching her glide through the field with the wind blowing in her hair. To him, she was truly a sight to behold.

"You remember the last time I took you to look at flowers." Rafe half-joked, not daring to look at her as he passed his hand along the tops of the flowers.

"Of course I do." Jessie answered with a smile on her face.

Rafe looked down and kicked the dust up with his feet, contemplating what he was going to say next.

"Do you regret it?" Rafe asked seriously. Jessie knew exactly what he was referring to. She could lie in hopes of making him hate her, but she couldn't lie to him, not about something that sacred, something that important.

"No." She simply said as she nodded her head. "Do you?" She inquired.

"Never have." Rafe said seriously with his hands in his pockets, not quite sure what to do with himself. He wanted to kiss her so badly, he felt that was the only way to keep him from doing that.

"Me neither." Jessie agreed as she walked closer to Rafe and looked him in the eyes. She didn't know really what she was searching for, yet she couldn't look away. The two of them sat in a comfortable silence as they stared.

"I never stopped loving you. I still do love you. You know we can do exactly what we did years ago and just forget everyone else and just... be together." Rafe confessed. Maybe this wasn't the right time and place to admit that but he couldn't hold it in any longer. Jessie simply nodded, looked down, and swallowed the lump that was in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to admit the same to him.

"I know you do. And I appreciate that. But Rafe, I can't." Was all Jessie could muster. It physically hurt her to leave the conversation like that, but not as much as it hurt Rafe. He looked off into the distance, feeling clearly defeated. Jessie just simply couldn't mess this up. She was on a mission, one that did not involve letting Rafe potentially wreck the life she worked so hard to create on her own. Rafe swallowed the lump in his throat, and Jessie could tell he was about to break. "Rafe I-"

"It's okay, Jessie, you don't have to say anything else. You don't have to apologize for leaving and growing up." Rafe said through watery eyes and a broken voice, barely able to utter the words. As much as it hurt him to not be able to have Jessie, he loved her enough to let her go, and at the end of the day his time was well spent giving her anything she wanted, even if that meant space the size of a chasm that would surely break his heart day after day until the very end. Once again, he saw Jessie act like his words were no big deal, and yet he had no clue just how much they wrecked her too. She didn't want to grow up without Rafe, but she had to, and she had to keep it that way. Much like she was accustomed to do from a very young age, she had to play it off like it wasn't the most gut wrenching words of her existence in order to keep the peace and her sanity.

"Let's go home." Rafe whispered as he slowly walked away. Jessie wanted to call Rafe back to her, but she knew that wouldn't end well. She opted to just follow behind him. Neither one of them wanted this day to end this way, but maybe there was still time.

[whatharrysang]

Harry Styles & never

Harry Styles

 Sign Of The Times - We never learn, we've been here before 

Carolina - She never saw herself as a west coaster 

Two Ghosts - Tongue-tied like we've never known 

Ever Since New York - And I've been praying, I never did before 

Woman - I told you, but I know you never listen 

Woman - Apologies are never gonna fix this 

From the Dining Table - I've never felt less cool 

From the Dining Table - But you, you never do

Fine Line

Lights Up - Never coming back down 

Lights Up - Never coming around 

Lights Up - Never going back now 

Falling - And I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again 

Canyon Moon - Sky never looked so blue 

Canyon Moon - She plays songs I've never heard 

Fine Line - There's things that we'll never know

Harry's House

Music for a Sushi Restaurant - And our hearts were never full 

Late Night Talking - I've never been a fan of change 

Grapejuice - There's never been someone who's so perfect for me 

Daylight - In my kitchen, you never listen 

Little Freak - You never saw my birthmark 

Matilda - And not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love 

Matilda - You don't need a reason 'cause they never showed you love 

Boyfriends - And you know the game's never ending

Songs Harry wrote for other artists

I love you - And for reasons I can't explain, it's never out of place 

I love you - 'Cause I never got to say 

Changes - They never leave

One Direction Songs Harry wrote on

Back for You - Whenever I close my eyes, I picture you there 

Back for You - I've never been so into somebody before 

Still the One - But I will never give up

Irresistible - I'll never know the answer. 

Something Great - I've thought but never said 

Where Do Broken Hearts Go? - Love was something you've never heard enough 

Night Changes - Everything she never had she's showing off 

Night Changes - It will never change me and you 

Stockholm Syndrome - Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away? 

Stockholm Syndrome - Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way, oh o-oh 

Change Your Ticket - One weekend I promise that I'll never tell 

Perfect - I might never be your knight in shining armor 

Perfect - I might never be the one you take home to mother 

Perfect - And I might never be the one who brings you flowers 

Perfect - I might never be the hand you put your heart in 

Walking In The Wind - "Do you believe I'll never be too far" 

Walking In The Wind - In places that we've never been 

A.M. - Trying to behave but you know that we never learned, how

Unreleased Songs

 5280 Miles - You never told who to love, but you showed me how 

Already Home - All the future plans we will never make, from a beating heart to the farthest place 

Baby Honey - I guess you'll never know-ow 

Coco - You never know what the futurе will hold ‘till it’s gone 

Coco - We’ll never let go coco 

Complicated Freak - I never saw this coming around

Don't Let Me Go - I never noticed how bright they would be 

Don't Let Me Go - This bed was never made for two 

Endlessly - Even if I’ll never be as strong as you

Half the World Away - Never gonna be the same 

Hunger - Shoes sitting by the door never put them on 

Hunger - I could never get sick of you 

Hunger - I never call when I knew I should 

I Just Wanna Love You - Selfish, crazy and I'm never gonna change 

I Just Wanna Love You - And that's never gonna change 

I'm Not Happy - Was it something that I never said that made you so mad? 

I'm Not Happy - 'cause I never heard from you 

I'm Not Happy - It's the apology I'll never get to you 

I'm Not Happy - Was it something that I never said that made you mad? 

Lay Down - We were never meant to make it this time 

Oh Anna - Never, never know (Never know) 

Oh Anna - I hope you never hear this 

Oh Anna - But you never know what you do to me 

Pop Tart - She spent summers on a yacht with someone she's never met 

Too Much Sauce - I keep you up all night, you'll never want it back 

Too Much Sauce - (Good time, make you feel alright, keep you up all night, you'll never want it back) 

Trouble - It never snows in Hollywood 

Try Honey - She said "you never pick up the phone" 

Try Honey - She said "how come you never come home when you say you will?" 

Try Honey - You're never there for me, you're never there for me 

Try Honey - You're never there for me, but I'm gonna try honey

[heartach3d]

French, the language of love.

cameron james x reader

not requested!

1.3k words

this story doesn't really make sense but I didn't realize until I was almost done soo

you see. there was this new boy at our school. he was the prettiest boy I've ever even seen! I told my friends about him multiple times. I've talked their ears off about him so much they've started paying no attention to it anymore.

cameron james. I could just go on and on and on just hearing him name! and I was determined to make him mine somehow. but first I needed to actually talk to him first.

"he was in none of my classes! so I might of sort of switched to one of his?" I say talking to my friends at the lunch table.

"what?! this is a boy you are talking about y/n!"

one of my friends said "a boy you don't even know at that!" another said.

"oh come on! I need to talk to him! I'm too awkward and shy to anytime else!" I say taking a nervous nibble out of one of my fries.

"y/n you can't be serious." "what?" I responded back with. "you talk to everyone!" she said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I do not!"

" you do too! you were just making conversation with a random boy in line?" one friend said accusingly.

"okay okay but that's different! I don't have feelings for these people so of course I can talk to them!" I say trying to prove them wrong.

"okay whatever! but what class did you switch to? " she asked and I let out an oh.

"French? " I say like it wasn't a big deal. it was. I had learned french in middle school because I thought it was a nice language.

"I thought you were fluent in french?" she asked and I just shrugged. "I guess love does crazy things"

"ew you sap!"

-

I could tell he was struggling in this class. of course I could I mean I was always staring at him. but I don't know any other way to talk to him!

I could tutor him. that's a good idea! since he'll probably fail of he doesn't accept my help its perfect!

wait that sounds kinda stalkerish and creepy. whatever.

all I had to do was ask him now! I waited by his locker just shifting around so it wouldn't look off to other people.

I saw him coming from one of his classes with his books so I started stepping to walk next to him.

"hi! cameron right?" I say looking over with a smile and he returned an awkward one back.

"um yeah. your y/n?" he asked probably already knowing the answer which is a good sign!

"yeah! I wasn't trying to be weird it anything but I wanna ask if you need any help with French? I'm quite fluent and I could see you struggling."

"oh. it was that noticeable?" he asked and I nodded with a smile and slight laugh.

"can you work things out for after school in the library?" I hear him ask as he is putting his stuff away in his locker.

"oh yes! sure yes I can be there" I say smiling and fixing my hair out of my face.

"alright I'll see you later then?" he says shutting his locker door shut and moving to walk away.

"sure"

-

I get through all of my other classes of the day and just before I was gonna walk into the library I heard him talking to someone.

"no! what if I embarrass myself! you know I like her!" "you won't you'll be fine! come on it's just a little study date"

"no you don't get it she doesn't think of it as a date so it'll be weird to say that!" "whatever I'm gonna go before she comes"

I heard the boy he was talking to say that and I hide behind the door as it fly's open and then shuts.

I quickly walk in after him and see Cameron sitting there.

"hey! I brought my textbook and stuff just incase you wanna use it or something" is what I said when I sat down knowing about the conversation he just had.

"oh alright. "

it gave me more confidence to try and ask him out since that was my original plan but after hearing him and his friend it changed.

and now that I know the feeling is mutual it gives less feelings of rejection.

I open up my textbook and start searching for the page when Cameron speaks up to say something.

"hey would you like.. I don't know wanna do something after this?" he says and I look up at him.

damnit he asked me out before I could! or thats what I'm assuming.. maybe it's just friendly and then when we hang out I can ask him!

"if your not busy! or if you just don't want to I'll be fine with it.." he says after your long silence.

"oh sorry! no I would love to hang out after this.. like a date?" I quickly say the last part and notices how weird it sounds.

"if that's what your asking!" I say saving myself last second. "it was kinda meant to be something like that..?"

"well then it's a date!"

it was silent for a little as we just stared at each other.

"well let's get to it-?" "yeah sorry."

hi guys this is like so so bad but I still release it cuz I was bored and finally finished it and don't feel like starting a new one

written multiple times, finished 2/14/25

[gaytotaldrama]

duncney week day 3: dress up

somehow, duncan convinces courtney to let him give her a makeover.

duncney song of the day: 'make me feel,' janelle monaé

also on my ao3!

Her answer was no. A flat, resounding no.

And then she thought a little more about it.

"Fine," she told him, plopping down on the bed they shared. "You know what, I'd like to see you try. Do your worst, Duncan."

"You're gonna regret saying that, Princess," he replied, grinning ear-to-ear like a shark. "You're not ready for how punk I can make you."

"Yeah, yeah, just get on with it."

In all actuality, he wasn't entirely sure what his game plan was here. It wasn't like he'd thought Court was going to agree to him giving her a serious style change. Brainstorming on the fly, he delved into his side of the closet, much messier and uncoordinated than Courtney's neatly folded and primly labeled drawers. Deciding he'd give her a little autonomy (and also make things easier for himself) Duncan asked, "Dress, skirt, or pants, babe?"

"Um, skirt. I guess. Just not that godawful kilt Owen gifted you, please."

He picked out a torn midnight blue piece that he was 110% positive belonged to Gwen - Duncan didn't go for skirts often, but when he did, they weren't so...pasty. Still, imagining Courtney wearing it got his blood roaring. He turned around and tossed it to her, along with a maroon leather belt Gwen's friend Crimson had left behind. Or was it Ennui's? And, more importantly, why was Duncan's closet full of everyone else's goddamn clothes but his own?

The rustle of fabric behind him told him she was changing. Any other day he'd smirk and watch, but right now, it was more important to find her a shirt.

"Does Gwen even know you have their stuff?" He could hear the whisper of leather being pulled swiftly through loops. "Good call on the belt, though. Last time I borrowed Gwen's pajama pants, they fell down and I accidentally showed Harold my undies."

"Doris saw your panties? Might have to beat him up for that," Duncan returned casually, fishing out a tie-dyed black-and-blue Metallica shirt. "Here you go, Princess, Ride the Lightning."

He did turn to watch as she pulled her sweater over her head. She was wearing that black lace bra that drove Duncan crazy; he was sad to see it disappear under the new shirt. 

"You said punk," Courtney pointed out, looking down at her - unfortunately well-concealed, fuck Duncan's wide-ass torso - chest. "This is metal," she groused, like he didn't already know that.

He grinned. "You wanna swap it out for the Sex Pistols one?"

"...Fine." She sat on the edge of the bed again, crossing her arms. "Well? Shoes? Hair? Makeup?"

"Piercings?" Duncan joked, but at the answering withering glare, he quickly turned back to the closet. "Here, I've got these patchwork sneakers that should fit, and some fishnets. As for hair..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked warily, before shrieking as he pounced on her with a can of hairspray, intent on giving her some spikes. "Duncan! This stuff smells terrible!"

Then he decided he didn't like the spike idea, so he opted for just mussing it all up and layering it with some spritzes of dry shampoo. It did kinda hurt, just a little bit, to ruin Court's beautiful hair, but it was only temporary. 'Sides, alt Courtney had been a fantasy of his since...the first time he'd ever laid eyes on her, maybe?

Grabbing some mascara and umber eyeshadow, he ultra-darkened her lashes and smeared around her eyes carelessly, black and powdered. She fidgeted throughout all of that, but when he laid a steady hand on her jaw to fill in her soft lips with color, she stayed completely still, just looking at him.

When he capped the lipstick she sighed, breath fluttering out against his face, and dipped forward like she wanted to kiss him. "Nuh-uh," he said, holding a hand up between their two mouths. "You'll smudge it."

"Oh, like it matters," she said, and stepped up to the full-length mirror on their wall.

"Well?" For one reason or another, Duncan found himself nervous, sinking down to sit on the mattress. "What do you think?"

"Hmm." She was studying herself, turning her body this way and that to catch all the different angles. To him, she was beautiful. Metal, and makeupped, and fishnetted, and beautiful.

But still nowhere near as incredible as the real Courtney Reyes.

"It's missing something," she decided, and she grabbed Duncan's skull hoodie from the back of the desk chair. She didn't zip it up; she let the sleeves fall loose so her shoulders were bare and the hood hung to the small of her back. Then she turned to him and echoed, "Well?"

Duncan smiled like a goof. "Looks amazing."

"You think so? I kinda like it." She cast another glance in the mirror before settling her hooded gaze on him. "Hey, when did Geoff say he and Bridgette were coming back home?"

"Not for another hour or so." Duncan reached out for her, pulled her to stand between his legs with her arms looped around his neck. "What did you have in mind?"

"I think," she said, slow and sultry. "That it's time for..."

"Yeah, Princess?"

"...Your turn."

He frowned. "What do you mean my - wait, NO. No no no no no no no I am not going to - "

"Oh, yes you are!!!" Courtney crowed with delight, and she leapt off of him and raced, cackling, to her side of the closet.