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kanmom51 · 5 months ago
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Chapter 3 in the making
Traveling together to "film a show" was big (yes, this was to film a show, but we all know it was mainly to spend much needed time together, and if we didn't, let's be honest that we did, but if we didn't, then JK literally confirmed this for us in episode 1 of AYS). But back in 2023 when a public Jikook was a scarcity, left us with more question marks than anything else as to how this will actually be coming to fruition.
Enlisting together was HUGE. Like H U G E. Them being the only ones to do so not only within BTS but the first and only idols to do so. A choice made by the two of them. To do this together. With each other. Not with anyone else.
Are You Sure?! Do we need any words here? Like really? Because AYS was as loud as F$@&. No, seriously, idk what you want to call it, a soft launch, a smack in the noggin, whatever you do, it was quite clear to those who have eyes and a brain. With or without knowing who JM and JK are, their history, their culture. Louder to those who do know them.
Since their enlistment and even through Muse and AYS we got practically nothing from the two. Oh, we did have a couple of interesting pics from their basic training and graduation, a few pics from the unit, a shit ton of signatures, some more interesting than others (joint messages, pretty decorations...) and a few nice messages, but mostly silence from the two. This stood out even more so in comparison to the almost barrage we've been getting from NJ and Tae, both enlisted only a day before Jikook.
And then came December. With less than 6 months to go.
JK going live from his new place. Dare I say their new place? It's not like we haven't talked about this over the past 18 months. Speculating, wondering. But man (figure of speech y'all), these last couple of months, they are sure making me feel like what we saw as leaning to the delusional side or more so wishful thinking, ain't no delusion or wish, but more so a very possible reality to come.
But let's get back on track.
So, December gave us:
"We spend our free time together", "we sing together", "we sing while we shower daily together", not to mention JK's btw remark about seeking privacy away from others "to sing".
Then came JM in January with their "conversations before going bed" about "what kind of image we want to show" and "what kind of lives we will live moving forward".
And February rolls in and we think that we will be back to their silent treatment, but JK comes to us with a heartfelt message (they really feel the end and want out). But nothing prepared us for Hobi's birthday live and once again those two with their "we share a room" and "we have stories to tell, but not sure how much we actually can..." that won't scare us off, lol.
Funny how every single hysterical claim made by those who were hit so very hard by their joint enlistment has been shut down by the two of them by now!!
Anyway, do we see a pattern here? Can we call this a pattern? Is there more to come? Well, obviously there is post military service, but seeing as to how they have been in the past couple of months, I'm thinking that we will be getting more even before that.
I'm guessing that conclusion isn't a far fetched one, seeing what we got last night.
And OMG, that was another HUGE loud af Jikook statement.
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Ribbon on right: "I love you 🖤"
Ribbon on left: "BTS Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook".
Yes, a statement.
I stand by that.
Because even if you don't think it's anymore than a cute thing, just another thing that Jikook do together, then you are not seeing the cultural context here.
So, several content producers/directors that were Hybe employees (directors of I am still, AYS and JM's production diary amongst others) have left the company to open their own company (Idk too much about the company they opened, but my guess is that they will continue working with Hybe as contractors rather than employees, but also allowing them to work with other companies and create their own content, including producing a new boy band). And they posted the congratulation they have received.
From Hobi.
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Hoshi and Woonhoo of Seventeen.
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Each sending a separate wreath.
Zico
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And there are wreaths they received from more than one sender. Joint wreaths. But this was from companies (joint ceos), or business partners. Not two separate idols or people.
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Now, if you don't see what's huge here, let me show you the K side of this to maybe get some perspective (although, let's be honest, you don't need to be on the K side to see this is a couple thing).
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Yes, I wonder the same thing!!!
There is more.
So much more.
The K side of things is literally going mad. Good mad.
And there is a reason they are.
This is most definitley not something friends, as close as they might be, would do. Not friends, not multimillionaire friends. They most definitley can afford two wreaths. And that's one of the points here.
Once again.
This was a choice.
Not to send separate congratulative wreaths. They sure can afford to do so. Even if they aren't on vacation at the moment and are in the base. Seriously, two young men closing in on their 30s, independently financially sufficient and so much more.
Yeah, this most definitley was a statement.
And the frenzy K Jikookers are in at this very moment is well enough proof to that.
Btw, haven't been to the dark side, don't know just how crazy and rabid the cult and antiis are going, but my guess would be...
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Anyways, sitting here smile plastered on my face, I'm kind of starting to think, that this is maybe, just maybe, going to become our new normal. Jikook doing couplie things, openly, proudly, unapologetically.
And if this is them even before they are discharged...
What a great time this is going to be.
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kleine-joost · 6 months ago
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Let Me Take Care Of You (Joost x Reader)
a/n: BOY IT HAS BEEN A WHILE um yeah life got busy, i am going to try to write more soon though
WARNINGS: literally just kissing and drunk joost. pretty tame tbh
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The anticipation running through your body was just about driving you insane. You paced around your small living room, waiting for the buzz of your doorbell.
Joost had texted you about thirty minutes before. He’d gone out with some friends, and he was at least a little tipsy and missed you intensely. You had given the night out a skip, being as busy with work as you were, you just weren’t in the mood to wait for hours in lines outside clubs in the January cold all night. You were hoping to get a good night’s sleep for a change.
But here you were, at 1 in the morning, not being able to get to sleep without Joost to warm up your bed.
You made two cups of tea that were still steeping on the counter. Some sleep-inducing tea that you hoped would calm Joost down and let him actually get a decent night’s rest for once.
Stuntje had texted at about the same time Joost did, telling you that your boyfriend had gotten to the sappy stage of drunkenness and that he was going to have to help him get back to your apartment. It warmed your heart that even when you were apart, Joost was still as adoring of you as he was when it was just the two of you–you were glad he wasn’t one of those kinds of guys that were “too cool” to be sentimental around their guy friends, Joost was always to passionate about his love for the people in his life.
Your phone buzzed–another text from Stuntje. You swiped open the message, seeing a picture of Joost falling asleep on Stunje’s shoulder in an Uber with the added text “bringing him soon”. You finished prepping Joost’s tea–though you weren’t sure if he would actually need it to get to sleep if that photo was anything to go by. Still, you squeezed the stronger tea out of the bags and into your mug, though just into yours as you knew that Joost couldn’t stomach tea as strong as you liked.
The grating buzz of your wall unit filled your small apartment. Without even asking who was there, the intercom system rang out.
“Liefje…Baby…” You heard over the crackly static. Joost sounded tired.
“We’re here!” Stuntje yelled, sounding fed up with the drunken mess that he no doubt had to hold up to stop him from falling over.
You pressed the button to unlock the door, answering; “come up!”
It was barely a minute before you heard a key jingle on the other side of the door, followed by a jolt of Joost’s keyring being dropped on the floor of the hall and an exasperated sigh from Stuntje. You decide to give your friend a reprieve, opening the door to see the pair sluggishly struggling to pick up Joost’s keys off the floor.
Joost quickly collapsed into you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders the second he noticed that you had opened the door.
“Baby…’m missed you,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck as you gently placed a hand on his back to steady him.
You whispered a quick thanks and a ‘get home safe’ to Stuntje before locking the door again and leading an almost sleepwalking Joost to your shared bedroom.
He dropped onto the soft bedspread with a huff, not moving from where you left him while you went back to the kitchen to get his mug of tea.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as slowly sat up to sip the warm beverage, holding the mug with a feather-light touch–it was a mug he had gotten you as a gift from one of his many travels, with an image of the skyline of Toronto printed on the side of it.
“Fun night?” You asked, sitting next to him and leaning towards his feet to help him untie his shoelaces.
He hummed in response, still with a mouthful of tea. “Would’ve been more fun if you were there.”
“Next time, alright?” You pulled one of his sneakers off his foot, earning a sigh of relief from Joost. You moved onto the other shoe.
“You should go to sleep, I need to shower,” he said, sluggishly swatting your hands away from the laces, dampened from god-knows-what during the evening.
You laughed at his fumbling, his fatigued efforts to get you to stop. “Let me help you!”
He sighed in defeat. “You don’t have to, you know?”
“Yeah,” you answered, slipping off his other shoe. “But I like helping you.”
You stood up, standing over him as he sat on the edge of your bed. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, which he instantly leant into.
“Let me take care of you.” You leant down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Something about the kiss woke him up, he was quick to reciprocate. Discarding the half-empty mug of tea on the nightstand, he stood up and pulled your body even closer to his, deepening the kiss.
You quickly lost your breath as his hands began to wander from the back of your neck, to your ribcage, to the small of your back.
His kisses were sloppy–a byproduct of his intoxication–and you were quickly becoming desperate for any kind of relief.
You had to break the kiss for a breath, but Joost was still ravenous, kissing down your neck in a way that would surely leave some kind of mark in the morning.
“So,” you panted. “That shower?”
You felt Joost grin against your skin before his head raised to meet your eyes. “I think I’ll need help in there too.”
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6ix9inewiturmom · 1 year ago
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The Scare- Chris Sturniolo
Summary: you end up having one of the biggest pregnancy scares of your life while chris is in boston
Warnings: Cursing, Crying, use of Y/N, talks of sex, taking a pregnancy test
A/n: may be tmi but lowkey relate to this so this was easy to write LMFAOO, ENJOY
PSA: DO NOT USE MY WORK FOR “inspiration” OR ANYTHING ELSE!!
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Chris has been in Boston for the last 2 weeks, and he's finally coming home. I decided to shower and shave before he came home because that man is the most sexually active 20-year-old I've ever met, the Facetime sex at 3 am for him isn't nearly enough to satisfy both of our needs.
After my hour-long shower, I'm digging through my shared bathroom with Chris in an attempt to find my body lotion to prevent my dry ass skin in this heat when I find my box of tampons, which got me thinking I haven't had a period in a while and Chris and I aren't the safest people when it comes to sex because neither of us can even remember to put a condom on, it always fucks up my mood.
“Shit,” I say to my self.
Chris and I are only 20 and with his career there's no fucking way in HELL we can have a kid or even raise a kid, I am nowhere near ready to raise an actual child.
I open my Flo app and see the little circle that's normally red is grey ‘1 week late’
“Shit shit shit,” I say out loud again, panicking.
I can't keep it from him, he's gonna see the pregnancy test in the trash. Would he be mad if I kept it from him? Should I just tell him? Should I go to Tara?
After about 30 minutes of standing in the bathroom looking at the message in my phone, panicking about what to do, I just decided I was gonna tell Chris, he loves me, and we've talked about having kids way later in life anyway, he couldn't be mad.
I finally built up the courage and got dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and a baby tee, with some Converse, and sat on the couch waiting for Chris to come home going through Tiktok and whatever else was on my phone.
“BABY IM HOME” Chris yells from the stairs
I squeal in excitement as I spot Chris and run towards him. Jumping into his arms, he effortlessly lifts me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Umm Y/N there are other people here too you know? Also, Chris get out of the fucking way so we can fucking put our shit down” Nick says in annoyance.
“Well hello to you too Nick,” I say jumping out of Chris’ arms moving out of the doorway, and letting Matt and Nick come inside the house.
“Sorry babes, we've all been up since about 6 am Boston time trying to catch our flight we almost missed because your fucking boyfriend wouldn't get the hell out of bed” Nick replies sending me a soft smile and giving me a soft hug.
“To be fair none of us went to bed at a decent time, mom was making sure we had everything packed so we didn't leave anything behind” matt defends.
“Thank you, Matt, now Y/N do you wanna take a nap? I know we were gonna go out to dinner but I'm very fucking jet lagged and kinda just want to order dinner and watch movies with you” Chris wraps his arms around my waist nuzzling his head between my neck as my hands rest on his shoulders.
“Thats fine with me i don't mind” i pull away from his embrace and smile at him.
Chris grabs his luggage and my hand and guides me to our shared bedroom. As we enter the room he seats his luggage down and plops on the bed letting out a groan of frustration.
“I have missed this damn bed, don't ask me how I slept in that bed at my mom's house for god knows how long because this one is so much more comfortable,” Chris says adjusting the way he's laying to rest his head down on the pillows. “Now after 2 weeks of no sex and just my right hand, I'm gonna need to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you” he smirks at me patting his lap and signaling me to sit on it.
“Yeah so about that” give him an awkward smile “So I didn't know how to approach this to you, 'cause you know we're not the most responsible sexually active humans” I start babbling getting nervous of his reaction based on the puzzled look on his face.
“Y/N what the hell are you getting at? cause if you don’t wanna have sex with me right now that’s fine just say that, but considering our last facetime call the constant ‘oh chris i need your cock’ was really misleading to me” he says with a puzzled faced.
“Chris i’m late” i breathe out.
“late for what? did we have reservations for dinner? did you have something for work?” he says with frustration in his voice.
“No Chris my period, I'm late, my period is LATE, I'm 1 week late today,” I say aggressively from his lack of acknowledgement.
“wait we haven’t had sex in 2 weeks? i’m confused” he sits up moving to the edge of the bed.
“last time we had sex i was ovulating, remember when i told you like a while ago that if im ovulating means im FERTILE?” i say in frustration.
“Fuck” he runs his fingers through his hair “Did you take a test? Do you know for sure that you are pregnant?” he questions
“No, and no, I didn't wanna take a test without you, and I for SURE didn't wanna hide it from you,” I say softly sitting next to him on the bed.
“So why the hell are you freaking out now? You don't know for sure that you are” he asks placing his head in his hands.
“Because you and I are nowhere near ready for a fucking kid Chris, your career, and my inability to even fucking care for myself some days, yeah there's no fucking way I can care for a child who can't even speak on its emotions, Chris” I stand up out of frustration and start pacing.
I can tell Chris obviously got upset with my statement about our ability to care for a child but i was stressed and honestly wasn't thinking.
"I want you to know that I care about you deeply, Y/N. If you are indeed pregnant, please know that I will do everything in my power to support you and our child. Even if it means giving up my career, I will do it willingly. Let's go get a pregnancy test and we can talk about everything else later, okay? I am here for you, and I will always be." he says, his voice filled with empathy and understanding as he gently cups my cheeks in his hands, rubbing them softly up and down and warm smile spreads across his face.
As our eyes meet, a warm smile spreads across his face and I can't help but return it. He takes my hand in his and gently guides me towards the living room, his grip firm yet gentle. The coolness of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine.
“Girl, were you guys arguing? Normally after we come home from Boston it's all ‘Oh Chris more, more’ typically a traumatic event” Nick says mocking me with a smile plastered across his face.
“Y/N and I are running to CVS so well be back in a little,” Chris says walking him and me down the stairs and to my car.
The drive to CVS was filled with a bunch of conversations and laughter, talking about if I was pregnant how we would raise our child, and Chris talking about the dad jokes he's gonna have, and considering he's a triplet he carries the genetic that I'm probably gonna twins or triplets.
“How many of these things do we need? What brand is best? why are there so many options?” Chris says holding 3 boxes of pregnancy tests and struggling to figure out which one to pick “fuck it why don't we buy all of them and use one pack tonight then we'll have the extra on hand in case our irresponsibility gets the best of us” he continues.
Chris and I walked up to the front counter and dropped the boxes of tests. The worker behind the counter took a look at the tests and then looked back at us, giving us a fake smile. After ringing up the purchase, we made our way to my car.
“So do you think you are pregnant?” Chris says breaking the silence.
“I mean normally my cycles are normal and a week late is not normal at all but it could be my hormones changing or something, but I do wanna make sure,” I say glancing at Chris nervously biting his nails.
“You were right about how irresponsible we are with our sex lives but when we first started fucking we knew the risk of everything and I mean our kids would be pretty cute,” he says placing his hand on my leg and rubbing a small circle with his thumb.
Chris and I pulled up into the driveway. As we got out of the car, he held my hand tightly and carried the CVS bag in the other hand as we made our way into the house and up the staircase.
“did you get any snacks?” Nick says eating a bowl of popcorn on the couch with Matt watching the most random movie on Netflix.
“Uhm no I just got a couple of personal things” I say nervously holding up the bag and sending a warm smile to Nick.
Chris and I pretty much B lined to the bathroom, anxiously “So which one do we use?” Chris says looking down at the boxes.
“Just give me the one that says Clearblue” i say softly laughing as Chris opens the box for me and inspects it before handing me the little stick.
“Do you want me to hold the stick while you piss? I'm sorry I have no idea how these things work” he says laughing allowing his back to slide down the wall and sit with his back against the shower door.
“Chris it's fine i know how to use these, believe me my friends in highschool weren't the most responsible either” I say laughing beginning to pee on the little white and blue stick.
“So how long do we wait?” Chris says helping me take a seat on the floor next to him.
“5 minutes” I breathe out setting a 5-minute timer on my phone and leaning my head against the shower door.
As we sat in the bathroom, waiting for the pregnancy test to show its result, the silence felt palpable. It wasn't an awkward silence, but rather a deafening one that seemed to fill the entire room. With just the two of us present, we anxiously waited for the five minutes to pass.
“Would it be a bad thing if I wanted it to be positive?” Chris chuckles.
“I wouldn't necessarily say a bad thing, there's a part of me that kind of wants it to be positive too” i smile back at Chris.
The alarm on my phone quickly broke the once-loving moment sending us into a panic. Chris and I stand up walking to the counter.
“Wait should we film it in case you are then we could always have it if you could be pregnant?” Chris’ gaze softens as he looks at me.
“Chris not the time” I softly laugh out.
“Right,” he nods smiling back at me. “WAIT” he grabs my hand “Whatever happens, I love you,” he says in a serious tone.
With a warm smile, I gaze lovingly at him and reciprocate his affectionate words, "I love you too Christopher." However, my attention is quickly drawn towards the counter where the pregnancy test lays face down, taunting my nerves. With trembling hands, I muster up the courage to pick it up and slowly turn it around to face me, my heart pounding in anticipation of the result.
‘Not Pregnant’
“YES, MORE CREAMPIES” Chris shrieks wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up, and spinning me around as I giggle out of excitement.
He carefully seats me down back flat on my feet. Our moment was quickly interrupted by both Nick and Matt barging through the door.
“ARE YOU GUYS- wait is that a pregnancy test? Y/N ARE YOU PREGNANT?” Nick yelled as Matt's eyes widened at the little blue stick in my hands.
“Please for the love of god, I don't want a little Chris running around, or two, or even three” Matt places his hand on his forehead.
“No she is not” Chris chuckles at the boys’ comment.
“THANK YOU,” matt and nick say in unison.
“Wrap it before you tap it next time Chris,” Nick says walking away and back to the living room.
“Now I'll say it again, after 2 weeks of Facetime sex I would like to absolutely fuck your brains out” Chris says smirking down at me.
“Please do” I smile as he picks me up gripping the backs of my thighs as my legs wrap around his waist leading me to the bedroom.
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A/N pt 2: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THISSSSSS AND TYSM TO @cosmicmistake42069 FOR THIS INSPIRATION!!
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lvrsparadise · 2 years ago
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'JEALOUS' - M.S
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Synopsis - She's always liked him.
Warnings! - Profanity, kissing, reader being jealous, Matt n reader being cute, fluff
A/N - Okay. I want to kms because I had originally written out something so beautiful for this. And then I accidently deleted something, and I forgot that if I press control z it ERASES THE WHOLE DAMN THING! So, this is a re-write. Enjoy!
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Work was so tiring. I got cut from the floor at 7 instead of 9, when I was supposed to get off, because I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. And not to mention the weird drunk creep who kept asking my co-workers and I, very uncomfortable questions. I sigh as I clock out of the system and grabbing my stuff before saying bye to my co-workers.
I walk out the back to my car. I open the driver door and throw my stuff in the passenger seat. I just sit there and recollect myself before I put the key in the ignition, turning on the car.
Thee drive back to my house was quiet. I didn't have the radio on, I didn't have the windows down. I wasn't even on the phone with anybody. Today was that stressful.
'I'm going to have to ask my maneger for more hours next shift.'
I pull into my driveway and grab my stuff, turning off the car and walking to my front door. I open it and am immediately bombarded by my puppy, Sam, and my cat Mr. Murray.
I set my stuff down on the couch before walking upstairs to my room. I get undressed and hop in the shower. After my very refreshing shower, I throw on some comfier clothes - a pair of pink and black plaid pajama pants, a white tank top, and one of Matt's hoodies he left over.
I flop on my bed with a sigh. I sit up and open my phone, opening my messages app before clicking on Matt's contact. Matt is my brother's best friend. Well, actually, Chris is my brother's best friend, but I learned that they're a package deal. Get one, get all.
1 ring. 2 rings.
"Hey. Everything alright?"
I breathe out a small sigh of relief at the sound of his voice.
"Hey. Yeah, no everything's fine. I've just had a stressful day and I was wondering if we could go for like a drive or something?"
"Yeah, no that's fine. I'll be over in 10."
"Okay. Thank you."
"Always."
That's the last thing I hear before the line goes dead. Knowing he's going to be here in less than 10 minutes, I slip on my converse and head downstairs.
I love on and play with Sam and Mr. Murray for about 5 or 6 minutes before I hear a car pull in my driveway. I instantly recognize it as Matt's car. I grab my wallet, just in case, my keys, and my phone, placing all of them in the pocket of the hoodie. I hear a knock at my door and Sam barks. I yell out his name to get him to stop barking as I open the door.
There he is. Looking perfect as ever. Even in sweats and a hoodie. He's wearing that damn smile. One I return gratefully.
"You ready?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
I close my door behind me as I walk out, locking it as well before I walk over to the passenger side of the car. I get in and so does Matt. He pulls out of my driveway and starts driving around with no destination.
"How was your day? Why was it stressful?" He turns is head towards me as we're at a red light.
"Well, I got cut from the floor early because we were dead, and I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. I also had to work with that one girl I told you about. She made the day ten times worse. And this morning, Sam thought it would be nice to wake me up with a surprise next to my bed." I rest my elbow on the center console, resting my chin on my hand as I look out the window.
"Yikes." I hear him say as the light finally turns green and we start driving again.
"What about you? Anything fun happen?"
"Chris almost like, broke the ceiling in the warehouse."
"How in the hell?"
"I have no idea; I wasn't around when it happened. But Nick was and he kept making jokes about it reminding Chris that he did it. It was hilarious." He chuckles quietly.
"I bet."
"Oh shit."
"Hmm?" I turn my head towards him, his gaze switching between the road and the dashboard behind the steering wheel.
"I'm almost out of gas. I think I have enough to get us to that 7-11." He jerks his chin towards a 7-11 that's not too far. It's dark out, not many cars are on the road, the gas station seems empty.
He pulls into the gas station, pulling up to a gas pump. He turns the car off after rolling down the windows a little bit. He gets out and walks over to the pump, which is next to me because for some reason, the gas tank is on the right side of his car instead of the left. So, as he fills the tank up, he's also leaning on my window, talking to me.
"Did anything interesting happen in your day though?"
"Um, let's see. Oh, there was this older gentleman who tipped me $25 for being the best server he's had. He was celebrating his anniversary, but he said that his wife had passed away a few years ago. So, every year on their anniversary, he goes out and gets himself a meal. It was so sweet, it almost made me cry."
"Wow. That does sound swe-"
He's cut off by a girl walking up to him, looking to be around our ages, maybe a year or so older. She's talking with hi and flirting with him. I feel my blood run cold with jealousy at the realization she's flirting. Matt's hand is like holding onto the window, his hand partially in the car. I take advantage of that and I somewhat intwine our fingers, my own mindlessly playing with his.
Either she can't see me through the somewhat tinted windows, or is openly ignoring my presence, she asks him out to dinner. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine back. I hear him say 'Oh, I can't sorry. My girl is in the car' and my heart skips a beat. Multiple beats actually.
He finishes filling most of his tank and pays before walking over to the driver's side as quick as he can speed walk without running. He turns the car on at lightning speed. He starts to drive off to my house.
The drive is silent. Other than the really quiet hum f whatever is on the radio, there is not a peep coming from either of us.
About halfway through the drive back to my house, he reaches his right hand over the center console and grabs my left hand, interlocking our hands before resting them on his thigh. My chest is filled with butterflies. My head is empty. I feel my face heat up as I turn to look out the window next to me.
We pull up to my house. As soon as he puts the car in park, I'm out the car and making a b-line for my front door, unlocking it in record time. I didn't realize Matt was hot on my heels until I turn to close the front door, his hand stopping it. I sigh in defeat knowing I won't win. He pushes the door open and then walks in, closing it behind him.
"Were you jealous?"
"What? I have no Idea what you're talking about Matt." I place my wallet and keys on a table I have next to the door for that reason. Of course, I was jealous, but I would never admit it out loud. Especially to the guy I was getting jealous about.
He shakes his head and crosses his arms "Wrong. Were you jealous?"
I roll my eyes slightly "Matt- I don't get why you're asking me this. It would be the same if it were me-"
"No, it wouldn't."
"Wha-"
"A guy touches you? Jealous. A guy flirts with you? Jealous. Takes you on a date? Kisses you? I'm jealous. I'm jealous as hell. How have you not known? I'm not very secretive about it at all. Now I'm going to ask you one last time. Were you jealous?" His voice, despite being stern and angry, it still is soft and kind.
I sigh in defeat, crossing my own arms, mirroring his pose. "Yeah. I was. I was very jealous."
There is nothing said after that. And there doesn't need to be. Next thing I know, I'm being softly pinned against the wall and Matt's hands are on me. One on my cheek and the other on my waist. I try to look at the hand on my waist but the hand on my face makes me look into his eyes. He doesn't say much, but words aren't necessary right now. He leans in and kisses me.
The kiss is soft, tender, sweet, and everything a hopeless romantic like myself could ever want. I entangle my hands in his hair, closing whatever space was between us.
After what felt like hours, but was really 20 seconds, we pull back for air. Both of us are panting.
"I'm taking you out Friday. 6:00. I pick you up, with flowers, take you to dinner, then I take you to a 7:00 movie, then we walk on the beach before I take you back home and kiss you goodnight. How does that sound?"
Although my eyes are still closed, I hear the smile in his voice, and at his words I can't hold back a smile of my own. I open my eyes and look into his beautiful blue ones that look like they're the ocean. I swear I get lost in them for a few seconds before replying.
"That sounds perfect."
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anadrym · 6 days ago
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Extended Author's Notes for Left Behind Ch25.
Spoilers!
Chapter title is from "I'm In It With You" by Loreen. (Or it will be. Very soon.)
Caitlyn is so tired that she falls asleep standing up in the shower. Write what you know.
It's sad, of course, that Caitlyn panics at not being able to find Vi in the bedroom. But it's also kinda funny. Like, yeah, the last time you left her alone, she panicked, BUT when you came back Petra was tending to her. What did you think would happen this time, Cait? Did you think Vi would have a panic attack and Petra would just leave her alone and not tell you about it? Someone's not thinking clearly.
Caitlyn stumbles toward the table and Vi immediately goes to get up to help her. And Petra, in possession of the only brain cell in the apartment --
I kinda wonder if Petra is like that one person on tumblr who likes putting fitted sheets on the bed. Because she's doing it a lot. And yeah, there are reasons - Caitlyn's sweat-inducing nightmares, Vi needing things to be clean so she doesn't get sicker, a desire to get the girls to actually talk without Petra in the way - but still.
I actually almost wasn't going to include Cait's nightmare. But I kinda wanted to show just how much her guilt (irrational as it may be) is still haunting her. How putting Vi down would have never stopped torturing Caitlyn. How the Baroness was so clearly using Vi to hurt Cait.
Also the idea of Caitlyn realizing just a second too late has been haunting me for a while, so I had to toss it in there. What would have happened? A shot from her rifle from that close... Vi's head would've been destroyed. Would Caitlyn have tried to move her body to the bed? Held vigil? Laid down beside her and hoped, one last time, that she never wake up again?
I think the avoidance here with the tea is similar to the way they were both lying to each other during their escape from the mansion. The lie isn't supposed to be read as a "I'm good, don't worry about it" so much as a "I can't talk about it now, please."
I really like that the thing that really finally prompts Vi to finally say "I love you" is Caitlyn remembering something as simple as how peppermint can be used. There's so much to it - the little bits of trivia (airship vs dirigible), the attachment to her family, the noticing of Vi's sore throat, the silliness of pretending to be haughty in telling Vi that she noticed - all boiling down to "I'm here and I want to help because you're my family now." If Vi needed any more confirmation, she's got it.
After five years of waiting (and never even hoping until the last week), Caitlyn finally gets to hear those words. She doesn't immediately say them back for two reasons: 1. Actions speak louder, especially when Vi is still having some issues with language; and 2. She already said it, way back in Chapter 9, when Vi couldn't quite understand the words but did understand the sentiment.
"Can I kiss you?" "Gods, yes." has been in my notes app for MONTHS.
Even now, Cait's being careful not to touch Vi's scalp. That's why she holds her around the ribs.
I'm ace, so I don't know how well I'm pulling this off, but I'm trying to keep slipping in that Caitlyn still thinks Vi is beautiful. Like, yes, she's ill and way too thin to be healthy. But Caitlyn still sees her: who she was, who she is, who she can be. (Vi doesn't realize this, which will come up again later.)
Caitlyn doesn't mention that she is still under the impression that Vi was repeatedly raped on the Baroness's orders. That will also come up again later.
I'm a little obsessed with the idea of love being like gravity, something unwavering that keeps you close and always pulls you back before you can drift too far. ("You are the sun and I am just the planets spinning around you")
Caitlyn's brain is still making the Windows error noise every time Vi smiles or laughs.
God, I love Petra. Kinda the ace experience to just be like "can you two just fucking communicate?" and then tease them for being sappy when they finally do it.
And Caitlyn, the detective, immediately working out that Petra pushed Vi into this conversation, just from two exchanged glances.
"They should get some more sleep" - they will not.
They totally made Caitlyn carry the mugs so that she wouldn't be able to stop Vi's from walking on her own. Vi's in that uncomfortable stage of the healing process where she's not strong enough to do everything herself, but she's still looking for some level of independence.
There's something so intimate about touching someone's face. I think it has to do with the level of vulnerability. But it also plays into the way Caitlyn is trying to relearn Vi - she's lost enough weight that her face has changed, and Caitlyn is retracing planes that she used to know by heart.
And the nightmare again. Interesting that Caitlyn goes for the spot where she would've shot Vi and not the spot where Vi actually was shot.
Vi immediately piecing together that Cait's touch stilling on her forehead has to do with her nightmare. She's so smart, you guys, and she can read Caitlyn so well.
Mmm, this is a hard conversation to have. How do you tell your loved one that you forced them to leave you behind and expected them to just get over that? How do you tell your loved one that you didn't move on because you didn't want to live without them and you're still angry that they forced you to try? We're definitely going to delve into all of this again later.
Caitlyn tries to brush off Vi's concern here by implying that she's been with Petra for longer than she has because she doesn't want to admit that she's been so lonely for so long. She doesn't want to hurt Vi. Honestly, I don't think she realizes just how angry she is yet about Vi taking away her choice on the night of the Purge.
Vi doesn't let her get away with the lie because she's still rightfully worried about Cait's mental state. If she was passively suicidal without Vi before, and Vi still isn't entirely out of the woods... That's something they need to talk about.
Okay, that line about stepping out of her cell into sunlight? That's referencing Vi being freed from Stillwater. She didn't know that Jinx was alive, she thought her entire family was dead. And yeah, she was being driven by revenge. But there was also that tentative little feeling towards Caitlyn, that little bit of possibility that I don't think she could've anticipated. So here she's basically thinking 'well, even when I had nothing and no one, I still found the smallest spark of something that could grow into love. So why couldn't you, Caitlyn?'
The difference, I think, is that Vi is one of the most hopeful characters ever, and Caitlyn is older and harder and more stubborn about letting herself move on. Vi moved on because she wanted a future and Caitlyn didn't move on because she didn't want one.
"I've tried that before" - Maddie reference!
I also think Caitlyn was right here. It wouldn't be fair to her or her partner to stay with someone just as a replacement for Vi. If you can't love a person for who they are, then you shouldn't be with them.
Mmm, just imagine the horror of realizing that, if not for random chance (and the author loving you dearly), Caitlyn wouldn't have found Vi. Caitlyn would have gotten herself killed in search of vengeance and Vi would still be in captivity, being slowly tortured to death by the Baroness.
"Sometimes, we aren't given the choice" - I reworked this line so many times to make sure it could be read as both 'the Purge didn't give us a choice' and 'you didn't give me a choice.'
"...replacing her with-- 'Vi?'" - Because they're helping her heal, so they are kinda replacing her with herself, in a way.
Hm, that "Always" sounds like a pretty intense promise. I wonder if that'll come up again.
Teaser for the next chapter:
A short stretch of quiet passes before, voice vibrating just enough that Vi can feel it against her shoulder blade, Caitlyn starts humming.
It's tuneless at first, just a few lilting notes at a time around quiet pauses. But then it hesitantly begins to change into something... familiar.
For a split second, Vi is a child, sitting in an adult's lap as a woman gently places a baby in her arms. She remembers a braid of thick purple hair brushing against her face as a woman bends down to kiss her forehead. She remembers a bridge, with blood and bodies strewn through the rubble.
Her breath hitches. "What - What song is that?"
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jerich0l0ve · 1 year ago
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Punished Part 2
The very highly anticipated part 2 to my punished blurb I wrote randomly last week! Thank you all so much for the support and love! I was not expecting this story to take off!
Also the first two paragraphs are from part 1 if they seem familiar!
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CW: [f masturbation, m masturbation, slight throat grasping, p in v unprotected sex, restraint play, blindfolds, sensory play, oral f receiving, edging, pull out method, slightly dom Noah, slightly dom reader, slightly mean Noah, mentions of sex toys, mentions of squirting]
He waited a moment before moving his gaze to me. The expression on his face was cocky, there was no remorse in those eyes from the incident he just pulled. He simply grabbed a t-shirt and wiped himself off, getting up to go about his day.
Before he stepped outside the bedroom door, he turned and said, "If you touch yourself, I will do that again later. If you use your vibrator I will do that every day for the rest of the week, then you'll miss me," He said before walking away leaving me in practically a puddle of my own mess and tears.
*Later that day*
The soft hum of my vibrator was the only sound in our large airy bedroom. There was a slick sweat that coated my entire body. My hips were moving in rhythm, coming off the bed so I could get the most pressure on my clit. Noah had left the house for the afternoon to work on some fancy drum engineering stuff with Matt and Folio. This provided the perfect opportunity to finally get the release I needed.
The entire day sucked. Noah was extremely arrogant and moody all day. I knew this could only mean he was having a hard time with a new song. Although he had done a lot of work in therapy, these mood swings still came out. I didn't mind the mood swings occasionally, usually they led to really hot sex with Noah. Not today I guess...
The pleasure building throughout my pelvis started to become more intense at the thoughts of Noah throwing me around bed. I focused on this one particular time where Noah fucked me so hard I squirted all over him, making a huge mess. We ended up laughing about it for weeks afterwards. To this day I swear I actually peed, but he reassured me that was not the case.
Finally, my orgasm was right on the cusp. I continued the same swirl pattern on my clit allowing myself to go over the edge. I moaned so loudly; all the tension from earlier pouring out of me in waves of ecstasy. Fuck Noah and his stupid fucking rule, if I want to cum I will.
After my orgasm finished I set my vibrator back in the nightstand drawer, remade the bed, and took a quick shower. There would be no evidence for Noah to find.
When Noah came home, he was still a little off but seemed a lot happier. They must have cooked up something real good in the studio. I had no doubt Matt and Folio wrote some insane drum parts for the next album.
"What did you get up to today?" Noah asked quizzically, raising one eyebrow. It took all my energy to keep my cheeks from heating when he asked. I felt bad about lying but I could not deal with watching Noah get off once again without me.
"I just spent the day watching shows, and I did a bit of cleaning," I said casually. It wasn't a lie at all, I had cleaned the house and watched a few episodes of Attack On Titan.
"Interesting," Noah said slowly.
"Interesting indeed," I mimicked his tone.
With that Noah got off the couch and proceeded down the hallway towards our bedroom. I raced to follow his long strides, almost running into him as he stopped at my nightstand right inside the door.
"Are you sure you just cleaned and watched shows?" Noah asked as he opened the drawer to inspect the many toys I had.
"Yes I am sure," I said quietly.
"Try again... this time, don't lie," Noah said as he selected the very vibrator I had used earlier.
I had made one fatal error, I did not clean it off.
"Noah I..." but I was cut off by the a loud sniff. I watched as Noah ran his nose up the entire length of the vibrator, inhaling the now dried arousal I had produced earlier.
"You think I wouldn't recognize the smell of your pussy, y/n?" Noah said placing the vibrator down in the drawer. He turned slowly towards me, his height and muscular frame becoming menacing as the light faded away with the setting sun.
"What did I tell you earlier?" he said taking a step towards me, firmly grasping my throat with his hand. He wasn't cutting off my airway, he knew that was one thing that really scared me, but he knew his grasp could control anything I did.
"Noah, please. I can't watch you jerk off again. It drove me insane. Please, I'll do anything... please just please," I said stifling the sob that was coming up my throat.
"Tskk, y/n that wasn't part of the deal now was it love?" Noah said.
He kept one hand wrapped around my throat while he used the other to slowly pull down his pants. My eyes widened as I watched his cock spring free, already half hard just from the thought of me masturbating. A win is a win I suppose.
I looked up at Noah's eyes, they were pitch black in the dark room. He smirked at me as he leaned down and spit in his hand. My pussy almost flooded the entire room. The fucker knew how much I loved spit. His hand now started slowly moving up and down his cock, the only sound in the room was his saliva smacking as he rubbed.
His eyes rolled back slightly as he let his head hang, he seemed to have been waiting for another release all day. The mere thought he tortured me turned him on. God, I fucking hated him.
"Noah, I will literally get on my knees and beg right now. I cannot do this again," I said urgently as I noticed his pace quickened by the sound of his hand moving back and forth.
His hand let up slightly on my throat, I wasn't sure if it was from my pleads or because he was so turned on he was already falling apart. I used this opportunity to slip from his grasp, jumping into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist.
Noah stumbled slightly backwards but maintained his balance as I literally attacked him. My mouth was on his before he could protest, our lips colliding with such force I was concerned I knocked a tooth out. I kissed him so deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth to explore every inch. His tongue battled mine, trying to push mine away with no prevail. His arms snaked around me, resting just above my ass. I had him.
I ground my hips against his cock, the angle allowing me to rub my pussy up his length. I moved at an agonizing pace which earned a few frustrated huffs from Noah's mouth into mine.
Next thing I knew my back was against the bedroom wall, Noah now matching my hip thrusts with his own. His precum leaked all over my body, coating me in a sticky mess. Oh my god was I turned on.
I pulled away slightly, grabbing Noah's ear lob between my teeth. I whispered in a low sensual voice, "Fuck me like the naughty girl I am, Noah".
His cock slammed into me. Hard. I don't even know how it happened, I didn't remember him lining himself with my pussy.
The dark room now filled with the sounds of our skin slapping, us moaning, and my back pounding against the wall. He thrusted so hard I could barely even think, reaching the deepest part of my core.
I let my head fall back, smiling to myself as I knew I had won. Or had I?
Noah moved us to the bed, laying me in the mass of pillows that we had. We were often a little freaky in the bedroom. We had restraints already attached to the posts of our bed, awaiting to be used when Noah and I wanted.
Noah's cock left me while he moved to tie me to the bed. The Velcro cuffs were comfortable around my wrists and ankles. What I wasn't expecting was the sleep mask Noah placed around my head and over my eyes.
I couldn't move and I could not see, a dangerous game to play with a man who loved control.
My senses heightened as the anticipation did, I could feel the bed move but I had no idea where Noah was.
One finger. One finger trailed slowly from my ankle all the way up to my chin. He moved his finger as light as a feather, a trail of goosebumps following in its wake. My clit was practically screaming to be touched as another finger moved over my body, then three fingers fanned their way up. All purposely missing the one place I wanted to be touched. He didn't even give me a nipple touch.
One little kiss. One little soft kiss full of love was placed on my hip. Then another soft kiss on the other hip. One on my stomach. One on my right forearm, then the left. A soft kiss placed on my chin, forehead, right cheek, left. Then Noah softly brushed over my lips with his, a kiss that sent electricity throughout my body as it had the very first time he kissed me.
"I love you, Noah," I whispered out into the room, unsure where he was.
"I love you more," He replied as his finger lightly brushed over my pussy. He didn't apply enough pressure to breakthrough my folds, which was frustrating. My back arched slightly, seeking out his finger again. Instead I was met with hot breath, and one very wet tongue. Noah licked me this time, again he did so very lightly.
He pulled away, lifting one leg with him and placing it over his shoulder. He moved the other on his shoulder. Based on the position I was in, he must have been bent low on the bed or the restraints were let out enough to accommodate.
Teeth. I felt teeth next taking a small bite of my left inner thigh. It was only inches away from my pussy. He took another bite on my right inner thigh. Then he moved back to the other, inching slightly towards my center. Another, then another, then another, then... oh my god!!!
Noah took a small bite and pulled my clit with his teeth. It was hard enough to evoke shock throughout my entire body. It hurt, yet was quite satisfying. I felt my pussy clench around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled again by Noah's cock.
Noah released my clit, then brought his tongue back into the equation by spreading my folds open. His tongue was met with his lips, as he began licking and sucking my entire being. Now my hips began to move again, desperately seeking a release that I needed once again. Noah now moved lower, tongue fucking my pussy expertly by hooking it just inside. He pulled away only to spit on me, acting like his glorious meal was filth. Jesus, I couldn't take this any longer.
My moans began to get louder and louder, and so did the sounds coming from my pussy. The pleasure was now dimly burned in my lower belly, I could feel my toes begin to curl in the restraints.
"Noah, please.... I need to feel you inside... please," I whined desperately.
My legs were off his shoulders, my butt was back on the bed again.
Cock. I felt the head of his cock slowly moving up and down between my folds, doing slow circles around my clit before going back down. He slightly pressed in, just breaking through my entrance before moving back upwards. I moved my hips towards Noah's cock, moving against him to create more friction. He pulled away.
A few moments later he was back, moving slowly up and down again.
"Do you want it?" he cockily said as if he didn't already know the answer. I could hear his stupid smile from where my head rested. As if to prove his point, he put the entire tip in and thrusted only the tip which drove me insane. He pulled out asking again, by emphasizing every word he said, "Y/n, do... you... want.... it?"
"Do you want it?" I threw back, lifting my hips towards where I believed he was sitting. I giggled slightly, knowing I was being a brat and that I drove him crazy.
He chuckled back, "You really are such a naughty girl aren't you? Luckily you have such a pretty pussy".
His cock entered me again, but this time he went in all the way. I had no time to adjust to him before he was slamming into me once again. His arms were wrapped under my thighs, lifting me to the perfect angle. This time I knew he was just as needy as I was, his cock throbbed.
Noah grunted as he picked up the pace even more, his new workout regiment allowed him to have more stamina than ever. He was able to thrust harder and faster for longer. My moans once again filled the room in sync with his. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping against one another. He squeezed my thighs with his hands to keep from loosing grip, we both were coated in sweat now.
"Noah...." I warned, he knew I was close. My pussy was pulsing and throbbing, my orgasm was built up to the max.
"I know," he breathed back.
Suddenly, he was over me completely and his lips were grazing my ear. His moans filled my ears, sending me into a sensory overload as I plunged over. My orgasm came fast, I screamed out Noah's name which I knew probably hurt his ear. He road me through my orgasm for a few seconds before he pulled out. His cum sprayed all over my stomach and lower boobs. I felt each string as it landed on me. I had wished I could see it, but just feeling him release on me was enough. This was a punishment after all.
Once we both were done, Noah plopped on top of me creating even more of a mess for us to clean up.
"You do a great job at making rules and an even better job with your punishments," I laughed into the top of his head, rubbing it in that his punishment was indeed not sufficient for the crime.
"Yeah, yeah," he moaned into the crook of my neck.
I smiled to myself as Noah dozed off, until I realized he fell asleep on me and I couldn't move.
I suppose an impending uti was punishment indeed...
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I hope you all enjoyed! I little different than I intended to write it but this just came to me and I think it works :)
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honey-riley · 1 year ago
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Love You To Death || S.R. || 2 || Hang
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In the morning, Simon's schedule was interrupted for the second time. Honey stood in the shower of their now shared bathroom, preparing for the day. It was already early in the morning - earlier than Simon liked. Simon was the type to wake up pretty early in the morning, but this was too early for him. Checking his watch, it was 3:38 a.m. Soap would never get up this early.
He sat up, rubbing his face, sliding his legs off of his bed. He stretched his aching back out, letting out a grunt. He shuffled over to his closet, grabbing his stuff for the day. He got dressed and put his mask on, checking the weather. Seeing that it was going to be rainy and cold all day, he threw on a sweatshirt as well. The sweatshirt was black and had Lt. Riley on the back, in bold, yellow letters on his shoulders.
He sat back down on his bed since he had a bit more time before he had to be up and about. He grabbed his phone, checking what little social media he had.
All of his social media was private, and never gave any information about him, making sure that it was completely anonymous. He didn't even like having a phone on him — or at all. He knew that if shit hit the fan, and the enemy found his phone, anyone he had in there could be fucked over. He never saved contacts, never had any pictures of anyone, and especially never took pictures with anyone.
Within the next 20 minutes, the shower stopped, and within minutes afterwards, Honey stepped out, dressed in her uniform, her hair tied in a braid that rested between her shoulder blades, tracing along her spine.
"Did I wake you?" She asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
Ghost grumbled something in response, not bothering to give her an actual reply. He glanced up, watching as Honey put her boots onto her feet — pushing the tongue out of the way, sliding her foot in, pulling the sides up, ensuring that the ends of her pants went into the boots, and lacing them tight. She tugged on the ends of her pants for a moment, giving them a neater look.
"When is breakfast?" She questioned softly.
"5." Ghost grunted, paying more attention to his phone than her.
"This is temporary, I am temporary. It's not like I'll be here forever." Honey reminded him.
"I know." Ghost replied, glancing up at her for a moment.
For the next hour, Honey sat on her bed, reading a book. The silence and the tension radiating from Ghost was palpable.
As soon as Simon's watch went off, they both stood up, and went to the mess hall. They met with the rest of the team, and Honey sat sandwiched between Price and Gaz. Soap and Ghost sat across from them.
"You did well yesterday, kid." Price smiled as he ate his breakfast.
"Thank you, Captain." Honey said softly with a small nod. She looked down at her food, keeping her eyes off of the team as she ate.
"Four months left with ye?" Soap questioned. Honey nodded again.
"Months?" Ghost said, almost whining. He didn't want to be stuck with her for months.
"Simon, dinnae be a prick." Soap said, nudging him with a disapproving look.
"She thinks she's better than everyone, Soap! She's the one who got the shot, she's the one who walked in here, killed the guy that we've been hunting for years. That was supposed to be my shot!" Ghost growled, starting to get frustrated.
"Step outside, Simon." Price said, standing up and grabbing him by the bicep, getting him to his feet. Price led him outside of the mess hall, shutting the door behind them.
"I don't know what stick got up your ass, but you need to do something about it. I've never seen you act this way." Price said, looking up at Ghost. Though Ghost was the tallest of the team, Price could reduce him down to Simon.
Price was like Ghost's father figure — the father that he never had.
"There's something about her, Price. I'm telling you. I don't like her. She's... off." Ghost replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm sorry, Cap. I know I'm probably being irrational, but I can't stand her. Can we at least transfer rooms or something?" Ghost sighed.
"How about you get some time off, yeah? Time to relax and think. She hasn't done anything to you, correct?" Price asked, his eyebrow raising.
"No, Sir. She hasn't done anything to me. She just gets on my nerves. Like she knows exactly where to pull and push me." Ghost replied.
Price nodded, looking up at him. "We don't have anything going on for these next few days except for paperwork. I'll send you home, and email you the paperwork. You can print it, do it, and then come back with it." Price replied. Ghost nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.
With a pat on Ghost's back, Price sent him home.
The next few days were filled with his usual routines, finding the much needed solace in them. He woke up at the same time, watered his plants, read a book, fed his cats, did whatever he needed to.
Simon had two cats, Trooper and Tank. They were brothers — Simon figured getting them both would make it easier on them. They were both Ragdolls, Trooper having a cream colored body, brown paws, and a brown head. Tank had a cream colored body with a cream head, and a brown tail with brown paws. Trooper was the more playful of the two, Tank being the most laid-back.
Simon sat in his recliner, Tank perched on his knee, and Trooper sitting on the back of the recliner as Simon read his book. He had his reading glasses on as he skimmed over the pages. The ringing in his ears from the gunfire that was constantly around him was a thing that he had gotten used to. It served to take his mind off of the incomprehensible silence that always wracked his home.
After about an hour, Simon put his book down, standing up. It was almost 5 pm, which meant that he would have to start making dinner soon.
"What should I have for dinner, boys?" Simon sighed, looking down at the cats that trailed behind him more than his own shadow did. Trooper let out a chirp, and Simon nodded, pretending to understand him.
After a bit of debating with himself, Simon decided on pesto and pasta. Checking the cupboards, he noticed he was out of pasta. He put his shoes on, grabbed his keys, and a black surgical mask and left.
While at the store, he grabbed the necessary things. Standing in line, that's when he realized he forgot his wallet.
"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, feeling his pockets. A hand shoved a £20 bill in his hand, and he looked up at the person who did so. It was Honey.
"Don't worry about it." She smiled softly, clearly not recognizing him.
He stared down at her for a moment, refusing to take the money.
"Sergeant." He said under his breath. That's when Honey's face dropped a little. She gave him a nervous smile, motioning for him to take it.
"It's really no problem, Sir." She said softly, watching as he took it out of her hand.
"I owe you." He said getting his groceries. Honey shook her head, buying her own things.
"I told you not to worry."
"I refuse to let this go unpaid."
"Lieutenant."
"I'll let you come over and have dinner, how about that?"
Honey's heart nearly stopped in her chest when he said that. She looked up at him in disbelief, blinking up at him. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.
"Um.. Yeah. Y-Yeah." She stuttered out. He gave her a nod, and they went back to their cars. Honey followed him to his house, and he let her inside. She glanced around the place, taking her shoes off at the door.
"Listen, I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. I understand that you're upset about the shot, and that's completely fair." She said, standing shyly by the door.
"What's unfair is my attitude towards you." He replied, watching as Tank and Trooper peeked out curiously from under the couch. Honey glanced over, a small smile finding her face.
Simon turned back to the stove, getting ready to cook.
"There's beer in the fridge, make yourself comfortable." He announced, getting all of his ingredients for the pesto. Honey nodded, going into the kitchen and grabbing a beer out of the fridge, sitting down at the kitchen island. She watched as he cooked, taking sips off of her beer.
"Where are you from?" He asked, attempting to make small-talk.
"Lübeck, Germany." She replied. "You're from Manchester, right?" She asked.
"How'd you know?" He questioned, his brow furrowed as he cooked.
"Accent." She said softly. He nodded, salting the water as he waited for it to boil.
"Got any friends here?" He asked after a few beats.
"A boyfriend, but he works a lot." She replied. He nodded, watching as the water started to boil. It wasn't enough to put the pasta in, but he was patient.
"What's his name?" Simon asked.
"Benjamin Morgan." Honey replied softly. Simon nodded, leaning back against the counter, crossing his arms.
"How long have you two been together?" He asked.
"About a year." She sighed softly. His eyebrow raised as he heard her tone. She didn't sound happy about that. He nodded for her to continue.
"He's a good guy, just.. has some problems." Honey shrugged softly.
"What kind of problems?"
Honey shrugged again, not wanting to get too into it. He nodded, understanding that he shouldn't dig deeper.
He turned, putting the pasta into the water.
"If you need a place to stay, let me know. You can stay here, or I can get a place arranged for you."
Honey's face dropped a little, looking up at him.
"Was I that easy to read?" She murmured under her breath.
"When someone's been through the same thing, they know." Simon replied.
"You're worth more than that, Honey. You don't deserve the shit he's put you through. No matter how much he leans on his problems." He added. Honey's breath caught in her throat as she blinked up at him.
"Thank you." She whispered. He gave a nod, watching as the cats came out.
"That's Trooper and Tank. Tank is the mostly cream one with the brown tail, Trooper is the one with the brown head. The colors fit the personalities. Trooper's a shithead." He said softly.
Honey giggled softly, shaking her head.
"Didn't know you were a cat person."
"Me neither."
Honey's demeanor warmed up a little, the weight lifting off of her chest as she looked down at the cats. They sauntered next to each other, their tails wrapping around each other.
"They're brothers. About four years old." Simon said, glancing down at the cats.
"They're pretty." Honey smiled, watching as the cats sniffed at her. She reached her hand down, letting them get a better smell. Tank rubbed his head against her palm, and Honey took the opportunity to pet him. She glanced into the living room, taking note of the library in the corner.
"You read too?" She asked softly. He nodded.
"What do you read?"
"A bit of everything."
"Romance?"
"Occasionally."
She giggled at that — surprised that a man like him would read something as simple as a romance novel.
"Most people don't guess that one. I like to feel loved as well." He grumbled, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he drained the pasta then put the sauce in.
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sorry this one took so long to get out, ya'll. Haven't felt very motivated, but now that I feel like I have the ball rolling, I'll be pumping these out :)
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dearweirdme · 1 month ago
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Hey Rain,
I'm the anon who asked you if you recommend watching AYS. Well, I started watching it, and I'm so glad I did because it's so freaking hilarious. I'm kicking myself in the butt for not watching it when it first came out. I just started episode 6 but paused because I didn't want it to change my initial thoughts.
I apologize ahead of time if this is all over the place 🙃
So I've never been someone who has sat down and watched any of these series like BV, in the soop, docu series etc. Mostly because it's a bit pricey for me, so I usually just watch clips that I see on socials and call it a day. The reason I bring this up is because watching episodes 1-5 of AYS showed how out of context a lot of scenes are taken by shippers. And I can see why a previous anon said that after watching the show, they don't see anything romantic with jikook. For the most part, I agree with them. I tried to watch the show unbiased, and I will admit there were a moment or 2 that I could see why people ship them. With taekook, there were sweet moments but also moments that made me question the ship and that's why I'm here lol 😆
The main thing that stood out to me is that Tae seemed a bit disinterested the majority of the time. Did you also feel that way? It kinda irked me how at the start of Jeju they made it seem like Tae wasn't invited and was crashing their trip because they could've told him no. It sorts reminded me of when tae showed up during jungkook suchiwita episode. It also felt like Tae was third wheeling majority of the time and idk if it's because it's a jikook show and they wanted the main focus to be on them or if it's again that Tae was just disinterested. I would expect Tae to wanna be with JK but instead he would often go to bed early, on his phone, and then in the boat episode, he stayed on the boat instead of swimming with them plus they also had him on the other side fishing by himself. I would love to hear your thoughts on that.
But then there were also some really sweet moments, like when Jungkook told Tae that the trip was better because he was there. And so many more. There was one specific moment that did make me raise an eyebrow and would like to know your thoughts. I believe it was episode 5, JK says he's gonna go shower and then it cuts to Tae who's on his phone but quickly jumps out of bed takes his shirt off and goes to take a shower too. The door seems to be locked and even tho tae didn't knock it opens almost like JK was waiting for me him. Do you think that's the case? Could JK have texted him or am I reading too much into it?
Do you have any recommendations of other bts shows that you would say show more of taekooks relationship?
Hi anon!
A quick tip, I watched most of my BTS shows like BV and ITS on Dailymotion (which is free.. though the site is a bit annoying at times). I don't think everything is on there right now, but I only did a quick check.
Haha, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself! So, let me start that I feel there is no BTS show (not ITS, not BV, and not AYS) that gives you actual insight in Tae and Jk's relationship. In this context I think ITS's show them a bit more freely, but still with clear boundaries. But hey, they're not supposed to be shown like that. They are closeted. Each show has it's cute moments. BV 1 has Jk getting into Tae's bed and hugging him while going back to sleep.
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Bon Voyage 2 has them talking about wanting to live in Hawaii subtly.
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Bon voyage three is Jk scheming to get Tae to share his room (ignore the edit's btw, I'm just posting as an example).
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Bon voyage 4 is possibly the least tkky? We got Jk buying Tae a jacket which was cute. And some background stuff.
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The ITS's got more cuddly moments overall and felt a bit less structured to me. But still.. you can't say of any of these series that it's clear they are together. I always feel it's good (and fun) to watch because you get an overal feeling for how members interact and how these things are structured. And you know what you're talking about whne certain moments come up in fandom.
When it comes to AYS my headcanon is that Tae was indeed a bit uninterested and he joined mainly because it gave him an opportunity to be with Jk inbetween busy schedules. Something to take into account is that Tae was suffering from neckpains (which can get extremely annoying and give you headaches as well). We only see a tiny percentage of the time they spent there, so you can't really speak to how they spent most of their time. I truly enjoyed seeing them close and seeing them in sync so much.
The shower incident to me does look like Tae is waiting for the door to be opened from the inside. It would make sense to me that it was Jk inside.
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surfinminho · 2 years ago
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Skz!ot8 (chan centric) x fem! reader
Warnings: a/b/o, provocation, head pushing (I think I'm forgetting some stuff)
Word count: 1.2k
Authors note: I plan on basically writing 1 on 1 or maybe a threesome instead of all 8 bc I'm not so confident in writing that yet, so I'll probably do minho next!!!
Taglist @coastalmaine
Requested by : @ihrtlix
You shouldve listened to them, you know what they would tell you. Variations of "you need to be more careful" or "I told so" but are you to blame? Maybe.
It started when you woke up, some of you guys had a day off and luckily you were apart of it. You woke up way earlier than you wanted to, perks of waking up at 4 am every morning. Curse JYP you thought. You knew someone had to be awake at this time, and it was chan. He barely sleeps and he had to head to the company early today.
You walk out of your room and into his. It's still dark outside, apart from the moon shining brightly through the window.
"Channie?" you whispered, if he actually managed to sleep you didn't want to disturb him.
And you were right, he was asleep. His laptop was on his lap with his headphones slipping from his head to his neck.
You already came so far why not lie down with him for a little bit?
Crawling into his bed, you wrap your arms around his waist, cuddling with him until he wakes up.
As time passed you got a little restless. You changed your position, throwing a leg over his lap.
You felt two hands grip your waist, sneaking under your shirt.
"Well, good morning baby" his voice sounded, different. It affected you more than you wanted it to.
You leaned in to kiss him, putting your hands flat against his chest. Though, he pulled away abruptly.
"Channie." You frowned, clenching your hands on his chest.
"I know what you want, and it's not gonna happen. We both know what's gonna happen. Right?" you knew what he was implying, but you didn't care you wanted him.
"But-"
He pressed a finger against your mouth with a smile before lifting you off telling you he's going to freshen up.
As he left the room, you checked his phone.
5:20 am.
He had to leave in a couple minutes. Along with changbin and jisung. You didn't know if you should be upset or thankful honestly. For his caring personality or upset that he's too caring.
As time passed, he came back into the room to let you know he was leaving. You took this as your chance to bother the other boys.
You opted to going into the bathroom before hand, you opened it without knocking, something you do many times.
To your surprise, you saw minho simply brushing his teeth. Kinda sad you didn't get to see him in the shower.
"__, you really need to learn how to knock."
"Isnt anything I haven't seen before, I also need to brush my teeth. Are you done?" You question, leaning over to grab your toothbrush.
"Y-yea, you can just go ahead? I mean I'm still doing my hair and whatnot" he sounded breathless, avoiding your gaze.
You shrug it off, going in-between him and the counter.
You stare into the mirror, locking eyes with minho.
It wasn't hard for you to toy with minho, easily getting flustered buy anyones antics. It was almost cute, allowing you to mess with him in bed.
You rinse out your mouth, wiping your hands off on a towel.
You turned on your heels and left him in thee bathroom. You barely did anything to him and he popped a boner.
The next person you saw was changbin, eating something around the table.
You smile to yourself when you see hyunjin there as well.
"Good morning" you walked in, slowing your pace.
You start up a conversation, like usual. You sat on changbins lap causing him to groan. Complaining how there are empty seats everywhere else.
You continued the conversation like normal except you had your foot rubbing against hyunjins crotch, going at a tantalizing pace.
Your antics were cut short when chan called them, telling the car was here. Some of them were still here, either on the couch or in their rooms.
Later in the day han, felix, seungmin, and jeongin were all sitting on the couch watching some movie.
You were snuggled up into jeongin, falling in and out of sleep.
In all honesty, you were bored. The rest of the boys realized your actions and shut it down immediately.
You were a little upset, just wanting to play a little.
You must've fell asleep, you were woken up to jeongin carrying you to his bed, away from chatter and miscellaneous noises.
"You know we know what you're doing right?" He taunts, rubbing his hands up and down your back.
You whined at him, pinching his hands.
"You know baby, we are just looking out for you."
"But-" you try to reason with him but daily serverly.
He laughs, giving you a pat on the head telling you to go to sleep.
That must've been hours ago, it's pitch black outside. You turn over to see jeongin sleeping peacefully. Chest slowly rising.
All of a sudden you started to feel hot. It couldn't be the air, it was almost December.
You didn't want to wake jeongin, so you slowly left the room.
You saw the boys who left earlier in the day sitting on the couch.
Your attempt at being quiet failed, as chan turned his head towards the scent.
You knew all eight boys were talking amongst themselves about your little games and how they tried to warn you about your heat coming early.
Chan got up making his way over to you.
"Channie.. it hurts" you felt something gush down your legs making you wince.
"You should've listened to Daddy hm?" He takes his hands, rubbing the palms of your hands.
"Hey, how about you go upstairs into my room and wait? I'll treat you good, promise"
You obliged, walking up the stairs.
Chan let the rest of the boys know what was going on.
He kept his end of the deal, following her into his room.
Opening the door he saw you riding his pillow, tears coming out of your eyes.
"Just couldn't help yourself hm?" He shut the door behind him, making it onto the bed.
'D-daddy! It hurts"
"Does it now?" He flips you on your back, pulling down his pants quickly.
"Baby wants my cock? She could've asked nicely for it instead of being a whore couldn't she?" He rubs you through your shorts, pulling it down just over your ass.
"Shit, youre so wet. I bet I could fuck you right now."
"Please chan- put it in please-" you don't see his facial expressions but you can hear him. His low laugh, sometimes getting interrupted by a groan.
He grabs his cock, pushing it in until he bottoms out.
"Feel good? Feeling full aren't you" he practically suffocates you— pressing your face into the bed.
He grips your waist, hips jutting up into yours?
"Such a tight cunt, haven't we fucked it enough" the house was silent, apart from the low sound of tv you think you might've woken everyone up.
He moves on hand from your hips to your clit, rubbing it to the pace of his thrusts.
You try to warn him, but it was all muffled. Your pussy clenched on his cock. Restricting his movement.
"Gonna- fuck, cum on my cock."
You felt yourself let go, soaking his cock.
"The others might want a turn now you know."
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nyx-is-missing · 1 year ago
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SUNSET PART 2
Or a pretty bad doctor
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Clarisse La Rue x Cassandra De Young (oc! Apollo's kid)
Summary: Clarisse is going to colect her dept, by treating her wounds with a very bad doctor. Or the one when Clarisse likes to taunt people.
Warnings: that time when you actually stop to think about your own life, mentions (one) of blood, confident Clarisse (she likes to taunt pretty girls, even when they are bad doctors)
(We actually get a clarisse pov today!)
Part 1 is here!
There were exactly seven demigods in the Apollo's cabin this afternoon.
An absurdly low number for a summer everyday, but considering im early, this must be common.
I've never seen camp so empty, its feels like another reality if im being honest, nobody saw when me and Clarisse walked in togheter, nor when she walked with me to the front of my cabin, and dropped the suitcases on the grass and started to walk towards her own cabin.
"Hey Clarisse! ....thank you! I wouldnt have made it withou-" she turned her head to me
"You owe me, dont forget that."
Like she would allow me to, why children of Ares got no patience? Or like, actually willingness to be sociable? They cant act like that with everybody, can they?
This was the first time i actually got space in this cabin, as well as the first time i could pick my own bed and place all my things calmly, is this how castor and pollux live everyday? Lucky them.
I mean, i love my siblings, but we are too many to such limited space.
And as much as that does leads us to somewhat funny situations, we are still too many, with too few bathrooms and mirrors.
Being like this allowed us to breathe, and think slowly, as if a person who lived his whole life in the busy city moved to a town who was mostly farm.
And that was when i started to miss the mess my siblings made when we were all togheter, when i actually had time to stop and think.
I cant even imagine the things my grandpa is saying about me, how he must be trying to poison the family against ourselves, he does that even when the smallest things dont go his way, and right now, the whole family must think of me as if i am Queen Mary I, and they are the protestants im trying to burn alive.
I didnt go to dinner that night, nor to the campfire, i wouldnt manage to eat without feeling dizzy after, and i was sure i was not in the mood for singing that night.
I just showered, put my pajamas on, grabbed a book, layed on my bed and hoped that time ran faster.
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Coming to camp earlier had its benefits, at least to me, pick the bed, be aware of any new faces earlier, train more (with people who could actually be named opponents, wich just meant they had better sense of combat than a inflatable doll from a gas station) and of course, run away from insufferable family members who i had to face for nine months, to see more insfferable family members who i'll still have to face for three months.
Funny.
I just wouldnt expect to see her there too.
She always likes to spend some days of her rich girl summer life in her family's yatch, or shopping..not that i keep track of her life, i know very little, but i do know that she likes to get to camp when its already messy, people all around, shooting arrows, swimming, painting, fighting, singing and all, but this year she was here early and with a strange look on her face.
It was just..weird.
I didnt felt right.
But what surprised me the most was she asking for my help, and being in dept with me.
She didnt even looked at me in a normal day.
I think there is something to do with her family, they look at me, almost always with a ugly face, and then they keep her away from me.
So, she speaking to me was a surprise.
But to be honest, if i hadnt saw her earlier, i wouldnt even know she was here, i mean, she didnt left her cabin all...not that i kept track of that, but still, unsual, especially for a Apollo kid, they always love to be out and about under the sun.
But then, the whole afternoon? Nothing
Dinner? Nothing
Campfire? Nothing
At night when i went to practice a bit more with my sword? Nothing
She better not have run away, because she is still in dept with me, and im going to collect it right now.
It was late, but the cabin still had a small light coming from inside.
Strange, all of the cabins had their lights out, they were sleeping.
I knocked on the door, waited and knocked again, after a few seconds a sleepy Cassandra oppened the door, rubbing her eyes and taking a few seconds to realize what was happening.
Then she looked down, and saw me holding my own arm to stop the blood.
"Already?" She looked at me again, and started to tie her hair up, it always amazed me how in every situation she was her.
If people didnt knew she was a demigodess, they would probably think she never even stepped in earth ground, that she never had to share, or suffered any problems at all, her family raised her to be little miss perfect, and little miss perfect she was, even when what she was wearing looked like it came straight out of a beach party, she made it look like designer clothes, she looked expensive, always.
"You said whenever, today is whenever too" i said, walking in when she stepped aside to give me space to enter. "Wait, where are your siblings?"
"We were only in seven today, and since the camp is empty, they are probably sleeping with their friends, or boyfriend and girlfriends." She looked around, probably for a first aid kid.
"What about you? Nobody invited little miss magazine cover for a sleepover?" She grabs a kit and sits at one bed, starring at me...oh right, i sit down by her side.
"Im not in the mood for that tonight, Clarisse"
"Based of the fact you are still fully d-"
She stomped her feet on the ground
"Do you always have to be like this? Thats why my family wont let me talk to you! Im not in the mood for jokes, for sleepovers and specially for us to keep stinging each other" she oppened a little alcohol bottle, to clean the wounds i think.
"Oh they wont let you? so you wanted to? That-AH WHY?" I screamed when she just poured the alcohol straight into the cut
"Okay that didnt hurt....a lot, youre being dramatic, also, enough of that talk" she said while cleaning my cuts with a piece of cotton. "Now, we dont have nectar or ambrosia in here, and going to the infirmary is to risky..but you have small cuts, i think this will do....dontfinditweird... please"
"Why would i find it weir-" i was cut mid sentence by her giving a small kiss in my arm, and starting to bandage me right away, though i did saw some of my cuts getting better. "Im sorry, you do that since when?"
"Its..been a time, i just never used it because, you know, going around kissing random demigod's wounds would be, weird and unhygienic" she holded a finger up, and then a second, as if counting the reasons. "But hey, you are all set, and you should go, before anyone notices the lights on"
"Hey they were on before i even came in" i got up, and so did she, gathering all the used stuff and throwing them in the bin by the side of the bed.
"True, i was reading before, and fell asleep...i guess thank you... in a certain way, if you hadnt came here they would stay on the whole night and the chance of my siblings getting caught being out of the cabin was huge.." i looked around, "The song of Achilles" was it was half open on one of the beds.
"Greek myth retelling?" I ask walking towards the door, she just hums in agreement.
"A pretty good book, you should try to read it...i dont know if you like books very much but.. yeah"
"Maybe, tell me when you finish it, ill see if im in the mood for it" i open the door and put a step outside, but before i trully left i said "You are a pretty bad doctor, you know? Not even treating all the wounds, my lips are also cut" i watched her face go from confusion to realization in a second
"Clarisse! you-"
I slammed the door.
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mattsundaes · 8 months ago
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1) absolutely 100000% correct abt the dry humping
2) i am once again half asleep and haunted by vampire!Sakusa so have this sleepy blurb (apologizing in advance for bombarding you w words)
It’s a few weeks in (and entirely on accident) when you sleep over for the first time. Sakusa had requested you come over that evening and you’d agreed, no other plans pending and knowing he’d be hungry after such a vigorous game. You’d let yourself in with the spare key he’d left you, using the time to shower and get comfy in a pair of his MSBY sweats and a big soft t-shirt he’d left out for you.
This wasn’t necessarily standard procedure for your informal feeding arrangement, but you’d come straight from work and it’d be hours before he got home so he’d insisted you relax and make yourself at home. It was actually at least an hour later than he’d anticipated arriving home, caught up by press and by his teammates wanting to celebrate the big win. He comes in quietly, taking off his shoes and shuffling quietly into the living room to find you fast asleep in front of the tv. You’re clutching a throw pillow to your chest, head lolled back against the sofa and that oh so familiar soft skin of your neck on display.
He tries to shake off the hunger, feeling bad for leaving you waiting so long and wondering if it’s even a good idea to feed or send you home this late. His fangs ache in his mouth, a sharp pang of hunger twisting his gut when he catches your smell, the familiar scent mixed with his shower products driving him just a little crazy. Taking a steadying breath, he rounds the arm of the sofa to sit near you, gently tugging the pillow from your grip and resting it in his lap before he coaxes you closer, arms hooking around you to settle your warm body in his lap.
That wakes you, turning to look at him over your shoulder before relaxing against him again.
“Welcome home, Omi. Didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry.”
He shakes his head, huffing a quiet laugh against the shell of your ear. “Not your fault. I’m late, sorry.”
“S’okay, it happens. I’m still okay to feed you if you’re hungry. Just don’t make me get up.” You whine softly, head lolling back to rest on his shoulder, back pressed to his chest and throat exposed.
His jaw tightens at the display, inhaling deeply of your scent. One hand comes up, fingers stroking oh so softly over the spot he’ll sink his fangs into and feeling you shudder against him. “Are you sure you’re not too tired?”
With a minute shake of your head and a little whine of protest, you settle more firmly against him and reach a hand up to tangle in his curls to guide him down. “‘M fine, Omi. Just got too cozy, promise.”
He almost feels like protesting again, but he’s hungry and you’re willing if not insistent. So he indulges, fangs sinking in and tongue lapping at the blooming red. He hears your breath hitch, the way you try to hide a shaky inhale as your fingers tighten in his hair. He’s thankful for the pillow in his lap between you both when he feels your hips squirming, body tired but flooded with happy chemicals from his bite. He endures the torture of your movements and muffled sounds as he feeds, tongue swiping the familiar trail across his punctures to heal them up. You let out another little whine as he slides you out of his lap, watching you curl into yourself again as he heads for the bathroom.
Guilt burns his face at the bulge in his pants, twisting hotly in his gut as he relieves himself to the memories of your quiet noises. He washes his hands twice, splashes his face with cool water to get rid of the burning shame in his cheeks before he goes back to you. You’re asleep again, snoring lightly and he knows he doesn’t have it in him to send you home like he should. So instead he scoops you up again, carrying you to his bed and tucking you under the covers. He’s resigning himself to a night on the couch when you stir, reaching for him and catching his fingers in yours.
“Don’t, come back.” It’s half whine, half whisper as you blink blearily up at him before burrowing into the pillow.
He already knows he can’t say no to you, even if you don’t know that yet. So he slides under the sheets on the other side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he listens to your breathing even out again. Sakusa almost thinks you’re asleep for a moment before you shuffle closer, resting your head on his shoulder and hooking an ankle over one of his legs as you settle against him. Then he knows you’re out, the quiet snoring in his ear a dead giveaway. It feels wrong considering what he’s just done in the other room, but it also warms his heart that you’re so comfortable with him. He doesn’t deserve it, but he’s greedy for every ounce of affection you’re willing to give him.
THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL GIFT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH omg. did u hear me missing him from afar?????
okay where do i begin. the spare key! wearing his clooooothes. the way it drives him crazy when you smell like yourself AND his shower products!!! FEEDING ON YOU WHEN YOU'RE STILL ALL SOFT AND TIRED AND SENSITIVE AFTER WAKING UP????!!!!! i actually don't know if i have words to fully acknowledge just how hot that is. (also i am so terribly weak for any mention of touching his hair.)
the contrast of him going to jerk off but then sleeping in bed with you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ugh this was wonderful. ty for bringing the best vampire boy by for a visit 🫶
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chaiiitime · 2 years ago
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It Happened One Summer Night
Summary : A broken car. A sleepy little village. It was a scary feeling to see all the excuses you made to hate each other slowly crumble away. Wild curls. Inked skin. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let go.
Stranded together off the beaten path, Adriana and Daniel realised it was too easy to give in to the feelings growing between them.
Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x OC!Fem
Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
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They woke up, limbs tangled on the cotton sheets. Adriana pretended she was still sleeping and Daniel let her pretend as he slipped out of bed, both of them grateful for the extra moment before they had to actually face what had happened yesterday.
Adriana had been so wrecked after her orgasm that Daniel had had to literally tow her out of the water. He had carefully pulled her straps back in place while she’d held on to his shoulders in a daze. They’d stumbled home without saying anything, and drowsy from the sun and wine she’d had at dinner, Adriana had fallen asleep before they could talk. 
Yesterday, she’d felt embarrassed that she had so easily given in after … after all she had accused him of. She’d fallen so easily, but she would be lying to herself if she denied that everything that had happened between them had been almost inevitable. They’d been building towards this since Adriana had walked out of the airport and seen Daniel leaning against the car, waiting for her. 
As soon as she had felt Daniel’s breath ghost over her skin, seen the molten honey of his eyes, she’d been all in. 
Her hand drifted down to her breasts, softly cupping over her flesh still sensitive from the way he had coaxed pleasure from her body. He had left a bruise there, just above her nipple, the purple blooming over the swell of her right breast as she had stood in the shower yesterday — an ephemeral evidence of the white-hot desire they’d shared. 
She couldn’t possibly regret it when it was the hottest encounter of her life — not that it was much of an encounter given how she was the only one who had come. She’d never been the type to engage in casual sexual relationships, but maybe now was the time for her to be more free, to let things flow, to finally be impulsive. 
If this thing with Daniel led her to a few more orgasms while on holiday, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
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Daniel opened one of the travel-sized bottles Adriana had left lined up in the shower and sniffed — it smelled citrusy and sharp, it smelled like her. 
Would it be wrong if he lathered it over his hand and reached down to touch himself? He’d been hard since yesterday, since he’d touched Adriana and seen how beautiful she looked when she let go. And then, this morning he’d woken up surrounded by her scent, her hair sprawled out over the pillows, her softness against his hardness. 
He closed the bottle in frustration, picking up the generic bar of soap to lather himself in quick economical moves. He cursed at the tepid pressure of the water in the old plumbing because he desperately needed a harsh cold jet spray to get his dick to behave. 
When he stepped out of the bathroom, Adriana was out of bed, ruffling through her suitcase. 
“Hey,” she flashed him a soft smile as she looked up. 
Daniel cleared his throat, “— hey.” He had been expecting words of recrimination, had expected her to rightfully call him out for taking advantage of her yesterday. So he was a bit taken aback by her calmness. 
They stayed suspended for a moment in awkward silence as they both tried to think whether or not to broach the one thing on their mind. 
“About yesterday, I’m sor—“
“Daniel —“ Adriana cut him off as she got up and walked towards him. “You don’t have to apologise, we’re both consenting adults. I was a hundred percent willing participant, so …”
Daniel was oddly quiet as she trailed off. 
“Not that I am entertaining any notion of a relationship with you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she added quickly. Wouldn’t it just be embarrassing if Daniel thought she expected a commitment from him now? 
“Don’t worry I’m not going to demand that you marry me to protect my virtue or anything like that.”  She tried to joke in the hope she sounded blasé, like she had casual sexual encounters all the time. 
“Damn —“ Daniel flashed her a lopsided grin as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “I was about to demand that you marry me for taking advantage of me. I guess, I’ll have to find a way to go on living in society with my ruined virtue.”
His little joke had the effect he wanted as she smiled, looking adorably young. 
“I mean I sort of did take advantage of you because you know, you didn’t — ” she stammered. 
“I didn’t what?” His smile was wolfish as he watched her blush. 
“You didn’t get to —“ her eyes briefly flitted down to his crotch, “— come.” 
The breathy way she said that last word had Daniel instantly hard in his shorts. He wished she would stop sneaking glances at his little friend because he didn’t think he would be able to stop it from making an appearance much longer. 
“Do you want me to —“ her tongue snaked out to wet her lips as she gestured wordlessly towards his crotch. 
“What kind of an asshole do you think I am?” Daniel stepped closer to her, eyes all dark and serious. “I’m not going to ask you for anything in return just because I made you come.
“I enjoyed making you come.” His voice was lighter now, faint laugh lines playing around his eyes. “And I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
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ADRIANA WAS MAD AT Daniel. He couldn’t just say something like that and walk out of the room. There was a bed right there that they could have put to good use. 
Was that how it was to be around Daniel Ricciardo, she mused as she lazily turned the page of her novel, you thought about nothing but sex? 
She’d sat through breakfast, feverish with desire as Daniel had chatted easily with the Gonzales. Miguel had suggested they take his small boat out to sea and Daniel had laughingly declined, joking that with their luck, they’d somehow end up capsized. So, they’d naturally found themselves back at their little cove from yesterday.  
It was a bit alarming how quickly Adriana had come to think of it as their cove.  
A shadow fell over her. She looked up, squinting at Daniel hovering over her. He deliberately shook the water from his curls, letting the droplets fall on her.
“What are you, five?” She said as she shielded her eyes from the sun. 
He smiled innocently at her, his dimples making an appearance. It was quite the contrasting combination — the boyishness of his dimples and the not-so-innocent kind of thoughts his stubble inspired. He flung himself down on her towel, jostling her shoulders as Adriana shifted to make space for him. 
“You need to top up your sunscreen,” Adriana said as she ruffled in her beach bag for the sunscreen.  The bridge of his nose had turned slightly red, making his freckles even more prominent. 
“Lather me up,” Daniel said as he scrunched up his nose. So, Adriana reached out, smoothing the coconut-scented lotion over the bump of his nose, tracing the slanted curve of his brows, his stubble tickling her hand. 
“Your turn now,” he said as he took the bottle from her and shook some lotion out onto his palm. He carefully rubbed the lotion into her skin, along the bridge of her nose, his thumb grazing her Cupid’s bow. 
Adriana’s breath hitched, Daniel’s touch igniting a delicious burn wherever he touched her. She made to move away, but Daniel gently grasped her chin. 
He tsk-tsked as he said, “I think I missed a spot.”  His fingers drifted down her throat, circling tormentingly over her fluttering pulse, trailing along her clavicle and dipping shamelessly into her cleavage. 
“There, you’re all good now.” Daniel said in the most infuriating drawl as he watched the flush spread over her skin. She’d swapped the one-piece for a bikini today and those scraps of barely-there material were taunting him. 
He could press her down on the sand right here and have his sweet way with her, with the waves lapping at their feet and the sun beating down on them, but one thing racing had taught him — sometimes the reward was a bit sweeter if you were patient. 
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but —“ Daniel shifted on his side as he propped himself up on one elbow to look at her, the chain around his neck catching the sun. “Is your book even any good?” He asked as he watched her fiddle with the pages. “Looks like you’re still stuck at the same place as yesterday.”
She surprised him with a bashful laugh. 
“I guess not,” she said as she gave up the pretense of reading. “I think I just wanted a book with a pretty cover.” She turned the book towards him, showing him the sparkly trail of stars painted on a deep blue. 
“I thought the first rule about books is not to judge one by its cover,” he joked. 
“Well, this one fooled me,” she said as she placed the book aside and leaned back to mirror his pose. 
“Not even a nice cover can get me to read a book.”
“Not a fan of reading, are you?” She teased. 
“Nopes,” he popped the P at the end as he smiled. “Can never sit still long enough to read one —
“And I know what you’re going to say. Sitting in an F1 car for two hours to go round a circuit is very different.”
“I’m trying to imagine teenage Daniel sitting through English class.” She made a mental note to google pictures of younger Danny later — there must be quite a few out there, right?
“Oh I was a terror!” He said with a laugh. “I think my teacher had PTSD from having me in her class. 
“I was so disruptive,” he said, almost wistfully. “In fact, one time they had to call my mum in to ask if I had, you know, any learning difficulties and then, this, in turn, made my mum even more anxious about me. 
“She used to threaten revoking my karting privileges if I didn’t study.”
“Did you then — study?”
“Ah, hell nah!” Dimples flashed. “I used to copy stuff off this girl that sat in front of me. She was —“ He reached out, twinning a strand of her hair around his finger, looking at the burnished copper that the sun brought out in it. “— just like you. Nerdy, smart, the hottest little miss know-it-all.”
“Bold of you to assume I was a know-it-all,” she said almost indignantly, playfully knocking him on his shoulder.
Daniel lifted his eyebrows at her, as if to say really? 
“Okay, fine,” she rolled her eyes at him as she relented. “I went to an all-girls school, we were all know-it-alls.”
Daniel shifted closer to her, the look in his eyes lambent with the simmering desire between them. “But did you wear glasses and those tiny pleated plaid skirts?” 
“I’ll have you know, my skirt was by no means tiny. It was exactly the length that the school rule book stated,” she said primly. 
Daniel smiled at the image of prim and proper Adriana and wondered what it would have taken to ruffle her. He looked at her now, all loose and almost carefree, so different from the woman who had gotten into the car with him in Barcelona. 
He wanted to be carefree with her, he realised. Just for the span of a few days, he didn’t want to think about racing, didn’t want to worry about the championship fight, didn’t want to think about anything but this right here. He just wanted to laugh, drink good wine and make memories that he would think about when he would be alone in some hotel room in some random corner of the world. 
“Wanna go climb that cliff?” His voice was scratchy when he spoke again.
“Can’t sit still for too long, can you?” Adriana laughed as he sheepishly shrugged.  
She looked at the cliff over her shoulder.  “It’s quite steep,” she said apprehensively. 
“Come on,” Daniel said as he got up and stretched his hand out to her. “It’ll be fun. Think how good it’ll feel when you make it to the top.”
Halfway up the bluff, Adriana made the mistake of looking down and seeing the jagged edges — it would be an ugly tumble from where she was. 
“Don’t look down,” Daniel said from right above her. “Keep your eyes on me.”
“Yeah, well —“ Adriana was going to kill him when they got to the top. “I can’t see much of anything with your whole ass in my face,” she said sarcastically. 
“And isn’t it a nice view?” He joked with a little wiggle of his hips. 
He crouched down towards her, his brown eyes serious for a moment. “Feel the rocks under your hand, Adri —“ There was something about the familiarity of him shortening her name. “They’re warm and sturdy, they’re not going to crumble under your hands. We take one step at a time, yeah?” 
He waited for her little nod before continuing on, patiently guiding her where to step, letting her take the time she needed.  When they reached the top, he reached down, his hand wrapping securely around her wrist as he pulled her up.  
“The view’s worth it, isn’t it?” He breathed into her ear, his arms around her waist anchoring her to him, his body buffering her from the light wind that had picked up.  
The weathered rock was warm and rough under their feet as they carefully moved closer to the ledge, Daniel letting out a nervous huff as they peered down at the waves.
“I’m actually scared of heights, you know,” he said with the biggest smile.
“That’s very reassuring, thank you very much,” Adriana said wryly as she watched him step even closer to the edge.
“Ever been cliff jumping?”
Uh oh. Adriana was coming to know very well what that glint in Daniel’s eyes meant. She let out an incredulous chuckle as she shook her head at him.
“What?!” Daniel said.
“How do you go from ‘oh I’m scared of heights’ to –” She gestured almost in disbelief, “‘yeah, I should definitely throw my body off this cliff’? Like, what’s your thought process here?” Adriana imagined it was the same thought process that pushed this man to fling a car at 300KM/H on a tight twisty circuit as his day job.
Daniel shrugged, almost too matter-of-factly.  “It’s just, I’ve tried to push myself over time to reduce my fear.  Like, once every two weeks, I try to do something that scares me –”
“Oh, like out-braking another car around a corner at insane speeds is not scary enough for you?” She interrupted him and he laughed.
“Ok, maybe I am an adrenaline junkie,” he conceded with a smile, “but conquering a fear –” His eyes were serious now, his hand lightly thumping his chest “– that sort of stuff makes you feel alive, and it challenges you, and tests you.  And once you’ve done it, you’ll feel so proud of yourself, and trust me, it feels fucking awesome.”
“You in?” Daniel silently held his hand out and Adriana placed hers in his.
“Ready?”
“No,” she said shakily as they took a few steps back, then they were running at full speed over the edge, Daniel giving a whoop of excitement as Adriana screamed. 
There was a moment of breathless weightlessness, then the wind was engulfing them, their bodies vibrating with tension and the rush of danger as they fell, the ocean below cushioning their fall.
It was terrifying. It was exhilarating and liberating.
Muscles trembling, her heart beating furiously as adrenaline raced through her blood, Adriana swam to the surface.  She broke through, gasping for air as she sought out Daniel.  He swam towards her with a smile, his hand snaking around her waist to bring her closer.
“Admit it, you loved it.”
Adriana’s lips brushed the tattoo on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath, an almost feather-light kiss.  Of love and life. She looked up in his eyes, feeling so exuberantly alive in the moment.
“Yes. Yes, I loved it,” she murmured as Daniel bent down, his lips catching hers in a kiss, slow and deep.
~
“ONLY A PSYCHOPATH would choose passion fruit gelato,” Daniel scoffed as they left the tiny ice cream shop. 
“Fruits have no place in desserts, that’s like a crime.  It has to be like a caramel or a chocolate flavour–” He stopped to lick his rapidly melting cone of ice cream.  He’d gone with one scoop of caramel and one scoop of vanilla, like a normal person. “Even like a vanilla is acceptable.  I would even forgive a person who chooses anything strawberry-flavoured, but passion fruit?” He shook his head indignantly.
Adriana hummed as she enjoyed her gelato. Much to Daniel’s horror, she’d gone with a scoop of mango and a scoop of passion fruit.  It was light and refreshing – a favourite summer combo of hers.  “Well, don’t diss it until you’ve tried it,” she said as she held her cone out to Daniel. 
He bent down, his tongue tracking along the swirl that her own tongue had left behind.  Adriana watched in amused silence as he exaggeratedly smacked his lips, his eyebrows raising in surprise as the tanginess hit his taste buds.  She laughed as he bent down, unable to resist another taste of her passion fruit gelato. “See, it’s good, isn’t it?” She said as she held out her cone for him.  “It’s the acidity, it makes you want more and more.”
“Ok, you win,” Daniel conceded.  “It’s actually very good.”
“Stick with me, Ricciardo.  I’ll teach you the finer things in life,” she joked as they walked towards the beach. 
The night sky was streaked purple with the last rays of the dying sun.  They were both filled with that kind of dopey tiredness that came from spending the perfect summer day. They’d ended up exploring the village after their swim, walking the little alleyways and taking respite in the church when it had gotten too hot. Daniel had stopped each time to take a picture of something or the other and each time, he’d proudly shown her his shot. Every single picture had been out of focus and a bit blurry, just a random assortment of shapes and shadows, but he’d looked so proud of himself that Adriana hadn’t had the heart to tell him the truth about his photography skills. 
They sat down, toes curling in the still-warm sand.  Adriana tipped her head back, watching as the stars appeared one by one in the sky.  She was filled with a strange kind of melancholy in that moment.  The mechanic had sent word with Miguel that their car would be ready by late morning tomorrow.  She should be happy – they would be able to make the rehearsal dinner after all. This was all she’d wanted since the beginning, so why was she sad that this interlude with Daniel was coming to an end?
She laid back in the sand, clasping her hands over her midriff. “You never get to see the stars like this in the city,” she said with a sigh, a strange lump forming in her throat. 
Daniel laid down next to her, his arm brushing hers as he did so. “You should come see the stars on my farm,” he said as he propped his arms behind his head. “They look even brighter than this there.”
Adriana smiled wistfully at him, her heart thundering at the possibility of them existing beyond this moment. It was a throwaway comment, one made in the moment, she reminded herself. There would be no ‘them’ when they would get out of the car tomorrow. And it was fine, because that was how it was always meant to be.
She shifted on her side, looking over at Daniel. He looked soft in the dying light, almost drowsy, his body and face devoid of his usual nervous energy. The sleeves of his t-shirt had slipped down and Adriana could see the dense springy hairs of his armpits peaking past the hem, the interlocking letters of his LA tattoo getting almost lost in the dark growth. Just below it, usually hidden from view, was his tattoo of a baby carrying a skull and sword. 
Unable to resist, she reached out, her fingertips gently tracing the outline of the skull then slipping down to the cowgirl inked on the outside of his biceps, her thumb coming to rest just over the imaginary cowgirl’s lips. 
“Does it hurt, getting a tattoo?” She asked in a whisper. 
Daniel watched the way her fingers fluttered over his skin, her touch eliciting a ghost prickling sensation along his nerve endings. He hummed in answer, “it’s the addictive kind of pain. I guess it’s the whole pain and pleasure thing. You get through the pain to get something at the end.”
She propped her chin on his shoulder as she continued her exploration of the ink on his arm. “I like this one,” she said, her fingers coming to rest on the little cherub on his forearm. She loved how his belly button was aligned with one of the moles on Daniel’s arm, creating a sort of weird symmetry. “Does it have a meaning?” She asked as her nails scratched along the surprisingly detailed wings. 
“Red Bull gives you wings?” He joked, but she was looking at him intently, still waiting for an answer. “You know —” he shrugged, wanting to escape her searching gaze. “Cupid, god of love and all that,” he stammered, not wanting her to know how much thought he’d actually put in choosing every single one of his tattoos. He wished she took him at face value, like all other people seemed to do, like how they all thought he never stopped to think before doing something. 
He looked down at her, where her face rested in the crook of his neck. She had a knowing smile on her face, as if she’d seen to the core of him. “Which one’s your favourite then?” She asked, her questions endless. 
Daniel smiled, his hand snaking around her waist to bring her closer. “Maybe the little ���3’ here,” he said, showing her where it was tattooed on his pinky. If he ever became world champion, there was no chance that he would ever ditch his beloved number ‘3’ for the number one.
“Or, maybe the ship and lighthouse on my knee,” he said as he shifted his leg towards her. “It was my first one. I thought if I got a big one, that would be it, but I was wrong,” he said with a laugh. 
Of course, her hand slipped down, Daniel watching her trace the familiar blue of the waves etched there. “I was young and idealistic. I wanted to get something that represented me leaving home and my whole journey to reach F1.”
He looked down at the rolling script inked there. No regrets, only memories. Even after all the shit of the last few years, it still rang true. 
“Was it scary leaving home so young?” She looked up at him, her hand warm where it still rested on the inside of his knee. 
“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough. “But nothing would have stopped me. I was hell-bent on racing.”
“You know you’re one of the lucky ones, right?”
“Why?” He asked, “because I made it to F1?”
“No,” she said softly, “because very few people are lucky enough to have this kind of passion for something in life and on top of that, to actually get to live it everyday.”
“The rest of us,” her voice was muffled, her face pressed against his shirt, “we just drift through life. We get up and get a job because that’s what society expects of us.” 
Daniel didn’t agree. It must take a lot of dedication and discipline to get to where she was in life. He tightened his arm around her, his lips brushing the top of her head. “That’s not true. I know for sure the other side is shitting their pants when they see you walking into a room. You’re a bad-ass lawyer, Adriana. Like a slayer of justice.”
“That’s the thing,” she said with a huff. “I didn’t go into law for any altruistic or passionate reason. I mean, I like the challenge of my job, but I’m not doing anything much other than make my clients money.”
“Why did you choose the law then?”
She was quiet for a moment and Daniel thought she was not going to answer. 
“We grew up very privileged, Carmen and I,” she said quietly. “Our family was well-off, our friends were well-off. Money was never an issue until my dad made some bad investments and we lost nearly everything. I don’t think Carmen knows to this day how bad things were, but I was older, I knew. I saw how it nearly killed my dad, nearly broke my parents’ marriage even. So, when I got the opportunity to study law in England, I took it because all I wanted was a stable job that paid well.”
“Money doesn’t have to be the evil that most people make it out to be,” his voice was more animated now as he spoke. “I mean, I know people think I left Red Bull for Renault because of money and honestly, I couldn’t care less what they think.
“That money allowed me to set my parents up for the rest of their lives after all they’ve sacrificed to send me to Europe.  It’s about me ensuring a secure future for my kids once I’m retired, and I know people will be after me if I ever say this in public,” he said with a laugh, “but I’m bloody proud that I was able to give my mom a Birkin.  I know it’s materialistic, but nothing compares to the fucking pleasure I get from spoiling my family and seeing the delight on their faces. So, if your job gives you the stability you want, I just think you shouldn’t feel guilty about it simply because you’re not out there curing world hunger or whatever.”
Adriana reached up, placing a soft kiss on his chin. “Thank you,” she whispered against his stubble.
They lapsed into silence for a moment, letting the sound of the waves drift around them.
“I really brought the whole mood down, didn’t I?” She choked out with a laugh, burrowing her face in the crook of his neck.
“No, you didn’t,” Daniel said, brushing his lips against hers.
“I think you should get your mom a Kelly to go with her new Hermès collection.”
“I will,” he said, his shoulders shaking with laughter.  “I’ll even get her one in the ugliest shade of neon green or something, just to keep with the new-money athlete look.”
He shifted closer to her, the hand around her waist moving down to rest on the curve of her ass, “I’m thinking –
“This is our last night here, so what do you say about one last dip in the ocean?” He said with a wink.
Adriana lifted herself up on one elbow.  “Daniel Ricciardo,” she poked him in the chest, “I have already thrown myself off a cliff for you today.  I am not going to go for a swim in the dark.”
“Come on,” he pouted at her.  “It’s going to be fun!” He said as his hands slipped to her sides to tickle her.
“No!” she laughed as she slapped his hands away.  He got up, whipping his shirt off and taking her by surprise, effortlessly threw her over his shoulder as he carried her towards the water.
The night echoed with the sounds of her shrieks and his laughter as once again, the waves engulfed them for a final time.
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cwritesforfun · 2 years ago
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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader: One Bed One Heart
Prompts: "Person A cannot believe Person B is actually scared after watching a horror movie." & "Reader/Character can't sleep, but heard that cuddling with a loved one makes it easier to fall asleep"
prompts from @imagining-in-the-margins - thx!
Y/N - Your Name & I Do NOT Own the Criminal Minds characters**
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Spencer's POV
To say I have a crush on Y/N is an understatement. I genuinely think I am in love with her. She's like the perfect girl - the perfect balance of talkative, passionate, quiet, understanding, intelligent, driven, beautiful, and witty. She's drawn me into her life and made me want to learn every possible thing about her. Penelope and Derek know about my crush, so basically everyone on the team, but Y/N knows.
I spent the plane reading next to Y/N who napped on my shoulder, and then we were squished in the back seat of the SUV together. She joined the team one year ago and because she’s only 1 year older than me, we tend to gravitate toward each other and have a lot in common. I spend time with her in most cases because she’s great with other authority figures and piecing things together with the police or victims. I don’t mind spending time together one bit especially because JJ is usually occupied and it gets lonely at the station.
We just arrived at the hotel because we all needed to change before heading out to the police station and the homicide site. We were recommended to be ready to run and blend in. Hotch passed out the keys and told me that I was sharing with Y/N because Derek is slightly contagious with some sort of flu. My opinion is that Derek shouldn’t be on the case, but he’s at the end of his flu. He will be masked up for the first day or until Hotch approves it.
As I tie my shoes in the room with ONE BED, I almost combust from nervous energy. 1, I have to share a room with Y/N. 2, I have to share a bed with Y/N. This trip is shaking my world up too much right now.
Y/N exclaims, "So, are you excited to be in Columbus, Ohio?" I answer, "Not really since it’s for work, I wish we were here for fun. Did you know the Columbus Museum of Art has The Mediterranean by Monet and Picasso's Still Life with Compote and Glass?" She answers, "I did not know that. Did you know that the Columbus Aquarium can fit 90,000 gallons of water?" I answer, "I did and they have a 76-year-old Aldabra tortoise there." She replies, "That's amazing."
We continue to talk to the cars.
Y/N's POV... 1st Night in Ohio
We just got back from working on the case and I'm so tired. I just got out of the shower and Spencer is standing near his suitcase.
I exclaim, "You know I don't mind you sleeping in the same bed as me, right? I don't know how you and Morgan decided who got the bed, but we can share. We're both pretty small and can fit." He laughs and says, "Morgan always put me on the couch, so I appreciate this." I laugh and say, "Imagine sharing with Prentiss and JJ. It was the ultimate sleepover every night, but it simultaneously made me crave my own bed even more. I want and need alone time sometimes.” He lays down, laughs, and says, "That is completely understandable."
We talk for a bit and we go to bed when we both yawn.
Next morning...
I stand next to Morgan and sip the coffee that Spencer just handed me before he went off with Prentiss to cross-check their notes. Morgan asks, "So you and Reid, eh?" I ask, "What about it?" He answers, "He's been watching you a lot this morning like more than usual. He made you coffee the way you like it. You two seem happy and we're on a case, so something has to be off." I ask, "So people aren't allowed to be happy?" He answers, "Yeah they are, but not on a homicide case." I wait for him to put his cup of water to his lips before I say, "We slept together." That causes Morgan to choke on his water and start coughing. Hotch asks, "Everything okay, Morgan?" Morgan answers, "Yes. Water just went down the wrong pipe." Hotch replies, "Morgan and Y/N, behave and get ready to check out the first site. You head out in 5." I'm never picked for checking out the sites. According to Hotch after a month of working with the BAU, my skills lie in working with authority figures or victims' families because I seem in charge and also empathetic. Hotch either trusts me a lot today or just needs to get rid of me. THAT NIGHT
We just got back to the hotel and I'm so damn tired. I hear my name and see Hotch. I walk over and say, "Yes sir? You called my name." He exclaims, "I just wanted to talk with you about today before you went to bed." I nod and he continues talking, "I don't know what you did with Reid and Morgan today. But, they were on top of everything whenever they were with you and we made huge progress on this case, so thank you. I have no idea what gave you that productive push today, but it was great to see… When you joined the team and throughout this year, I know you’ve asked me a lot about how you can get closer to the team and how you can be the best agent you can. I know being a part of this team, you feel like you have to make sure everyone is okay and that they are okay at all times. But it’s okay to not solve other’s issues for them. I also don't want you to neglect how you feel to try to fix them. I see you downing coffee in the mornings and holding back in conversations with us recently. Everyone on the team likes having you on the team, so it’s okay to just be yourself and to open up to someone you are comfortable with. I know it can be hard to open up to others and to be your authentic self, but I just want you to be okay. I also have to ask, are you okay?" I answer, "I am okay. Frankly, sir, I thought you were going to reprimand me for how I acted today. I got Reid talkative and filled with coffee, and then I caused chaos at the police station with Morgan. I felt horrible with how I acted today." He replies, "You and Morgan were loud, but it was not chaotic. Reid was talkative, but I've seen him talk a lot more. It was manageable. Neither acted unprofessionally, so no I don’t mind how they acted. You acted professionally and were a hard worker today. I have nothing about your work ethic to complain about.” I reply, “Okay. Well then thank you for checking on me and I will try opening up to someone on the team.” He half smiles and says, “Good then that’s where I’ll leave you for tonight. It looks like Reid is waiting for you by the elevator.” I nod and tell him good night.
I make my way to Reid and say, “Thanks for waiting for me.” Reid says, “Yeah of course. I didn’t want you to have to walk to the room alone, especially after an intense conversation. I know conversations with Hotch can make me feel overwhelmed, I don't know about you. There is also a serial killer on the loose targeting young women. Enough about that, is everything okay?”
We get in the elevator and I answer, “Yeah Hotch was just worried about me. He said that for me to be the best I can be and improve my job, I should trust the team more and be myself. I know I should, I just get scared sometimes. He also said that today was very productive and I was on top of my work." He replies, "You were... if you ever need to talk to anyone, feel free to talk to me. I'm here for you, if you ever need anything." I reply, "Thank you, Spencer."
TIME SKIP... END OF THE CASE - Spencer's POV
Team Dinner has been something that I either dread or love. We've been out all together for 2 hours and I'm tired. Morgan, Emily, and JJ are going out after this. They're trying to convince everyone else to go out too. Another reason that Y/N is my dream girl. She does not want to go out tonight with the rest of the team to drink.
After dinner, we decided to come back to the hotel and watch a movie. She said there were Halloween movies on Freeform every night until Halloween this October. We both shower, change into pajamas and turn on the hotel tv. The first movie is Hocus Pocus, which is very fun. We switch around station to find another movie and we find some horror movie.
As we watch the horror movie, Y/N cuddles into my side, which I don't mind. I actually really like it. I feel like I'm keeping her safe. I exclaim, "I'm personally shocked you find this movie scary." She jokingly hits my arm and says "Well I am. I don't like the reality of it. I prefer horror movies that feel like they wouldn't happen. We see real-life horrors during work and it makes you look at movies differently." I nod, and reply "I can turn it off, you know?" She answers, "But I know you love Halloween and I don't want you to miss out on the movie. I can tell how into it you are, so we can watch until the end." I smile and say, "Okay, only if you keep cuddling with me." She smiles and I pull her closer.
When the movie finishes, I see that Y/N fell asleep. I flick off the lights and lie there thinking. Honestly, the ending of that was a little sad. The main character's love interest survived the whole movie only to die by natural causes a week after the story was resolved. I know I haven't told Y/N about my feelings for her, but what if she were to die? What if I never tell her? I have to now.
I feel her move on my chest and she moves off my chest to her pillow. I whisper, "Could we cuddle tonight?" She whispers, "Oh I thought you would get too uncomfortable." I whisper, "No I was fine. Besides, Did you know that the heart rhythms of co-sleeping individuals not only do independent heart rhythms appear in the same relative phase for prolonged periods, but also that their occurrence has a bidirectional causal relationship?" She moves off of me and asks, "Spencer, it's way too late. I have no idea what any of that means. What are you trying to say? I answer, "I ... uh I was trying to say that when people sleep in the same bed, their heart beats sync up. So... kind of like this one bed has one heartbeat... The end of the movie kind of made me sad and I feel safe around you. So I thought if we cuddled, I would feel safe and my heart would feel as calm as yours to sleep." She replies, "I see. Then before I lay down to cuddle, are you in a comfortable position?" I answer, "Yeah I am." She then lays down and I wrap my arm around her. We soon both fall asleep.
Sources (it's a Spencer fic... yeah there are sources):
https://www.columbuszoo.org/animals/aldabra-tortoise
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violentvalerian · 10 months ago
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The Best Bad News (WuWa AU Rover x Calcharo) // Part 1/3 // A Little Calamity
“This day fucking sucks!”
Aalto walked to the door of the living room and peeked around the corner into the hallway. There stood his roommate, drenched from head to toe and dripping water onto the hardwood floor. And looking massively annoyed.
“Lemme guess,” Aalto said, throwing his pale hair back, “You got into a fight with a sprinkler and lost.”
“Yes, Aalto, that’s exactly what happened,” the dark-haired man in the hall grumbled with an eyeroll and peeled his soaked black denim jacket off his slender form, hanging it up to dry, “It’s raining cats and dogs outside.”
His words were accentuated by a clap of thunder that made both young men jump.
“Oh really?” Aalto asked with a grin, “Thanks for letting me know, Ro. Wouldn’t have guessed.”
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Ro said, kicking off his sneakers that hit the ground with a wet splat. A flash of lightning lit up the otherwise dim apartment.
“You hungry or something?” Aalto asked, “I could order us something.”
“I can’t afford to get takeout every day,” Ro complained, “Don’t we have anything to pop into the oven or something?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Aalto graciously said and placed his hand on his chest, “It’s on me tonight.”
“Really?” Ro asked and looked at him with wide eyes, “You’re actually serious? Never thought I’d ever see you so generous.”
“What?” Aalto exclaimed, “I’m always generous! Just not when it comes to monetary things. Whatever! What do you want?”
“I don’t care, you decide,” Ro said and quickly disappeared into the bathroom to avoid any further questions. He was notoriously bad at making decisions, no matter the subject.
He tore off all his clothes that were sodden with cold water. The rain had totally caught him off-guard on the way back from the library where he’d worked on some assignments for his history studies. First he’d been drowning in work, and then almost drowning in the literal sense with how heavy the storm was.
He stepped into the shower and turned on the water, cursing when the ice cold stream hit him, colder even than the rain. For some reason, Aalto liked to take freezing showers, and no matter how many times Ro begged him to at least turn the tap back into a neutral position, he never remembered to do so. At least it didn’t take forever to warm up today, and soon he was wrapped in a misty cocoon of warm steam and water that relaxed his tense shoulders and smoothed the goosebumps that had risen on his skin from the cold.
Feeling like a completely reborn person, Ro emerged from the bathroom and went into his room to change. It was small, barely large enough for his bed and his desk. Since he’d only moved in a few short months ago when he started studying in Jinzhou, the walls were still bare, and in a corner there was a tower of not unpacked moving boxes whose structural integrity seemed worryingly precarious.
Ro threw on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt and  returned to the living room to see Aalto lounging on the couch in front of the TV, ignoring some sports game while scrolling on his phone, as he always did. Despite only knowing each other for two months, Ro and Aalto had already grown to be close friends, albeit with rather different interests and personalities.
“Feeling better?” Aalto asked, noticing Ro’s presence, “I ordered pizza by the way.”
“Much better,” Ro replied and pushed his legs off the couch to take a seat, “Hope you didn’t get tuna for me again.”
“Nah, you don’t like fish, I get it. There was a two for one deal on something with four cheeses.”
“So you’re not paying for me after all,” Ro grinned.
“Yes I am!” Aalto insisted, “I bought a pizza just for you and just so happened to get one for free myself.”
“Sure, sure,” Ro laughed and pulled out his phone. When he opened Echoline, the most popular social media in Huanglong and beyond, his face fell. “Oh… my… god,” he breathed, pronouncing every word as if it were a full sentence, “No fucking way!”
“What?” Aalto asked, “What is it now?”
“No way!” Ro repeated and flew to his feet, staring at his phone in disbelief.
“What?!” Aalto asked, pushing himself into a more upright position, “Tell me! The suspense is killing me.”
Ro furiously tapped and swiped on his phone. “My favorite band is going on tour for their second album, and they’re playing a show here! In Jinzhou! And… oh my god… It’s on my birthday! Oh my god, I have to be there!”
“Oh hell yeah, congrats,” Aalto said, but he’d lost interest. He knew Ro’s taste in music differed from his own greatly. Aalto liked all kinds of sounds that came out of computers, the less real instruments, the better, as long as the bassline was heavy enough to shake the ground. Ro, on the other hand, liked classic rock and alt punk. Music was one of the things they’d never agree on.
“Ah!” Ro now shrieked in horror, “No! No, that can’t be true!”
“What is it now?” Aalto sighed.
Ro sobbed. “It’s already sold out?! How is that possible? They only went on sale a few hours ago!”
“Damn, those guys must be pretty popular for that to happen.”
“Yeah,” Ro said sadly, “They’re from the New Fed, and this is their first international tour. Fans have been begging for one for years. And now they’re gonna be here, but I won’t be. I’m gonna cry. This is the worst day of my life!”
“From the New Federation?” Aalto asked, “Think I might know them?”
He’d moved to Huanglong from the New Federation a year ago to study business at Jinzhou’s Huaxu Academy that was famous for its excellent courses. And its insultingly low acceptance rate.
“Pfft!” Ro scoffed, “They don’t do your stinky robot music. They got real guitars and drums and vocals that haven’t been fried by ten different filters and overlays.”
“Stinky?!” Aalto asked in offense, “Don’t insult my modern taste like that just ‘cause you’re still stuck in the eighties!”
But Ro wasn’t even listening anymore. “Ahh, the lead singer…” He sighed, “He’s got a voice sent from the heavens, I swear, and he’s just dreamy. They’re all really good, but Cal is just on another level.”
Aalto perked up, grabbing his roommate by the shoulders. “What did you say?”
“That the lead singer is on another level?” Ro asked in confusion.
“No, what did you call him?” Aalto asked and almost shook him, “Cal?”
“Yes,” Ro slowly said, looking at Aalto like he was crazy, “Calcharo. He’s the lead singer of the Ghost Hounds, my favorite band.”
“Holy shit!” Aalto exclaimed and let out a hearty laugh, “Why didn’t you tell me you’re a Ghost Hounds fan sooner?!”
“You know them?” Ro asked in surprise and tilted his head, “Didn’t think that’d be something you’re into.”
Aalto laughed again. “Their music be damned, of course I know them!”
“Huh?” Ro was utterly confused.
Aalto beamed at him when he dropped the mother of all bombshells. “Calcharo is my brother!”
Ro’s jaw dropped and he coughed up an incomprehensible bouquet of word fragments, sputtering and gasping for air. “Wh- B- You… He… B- brother?!”
“Yeah, my big bro!” Aalto confirmed, nodding rapidly, “No way you like his stuff!”
“His stuff is the best stuff ever!” Ro called out, “Between Me and the Devil is my favorite song of all time! I can’t fucking believe you’re Calcharo’s brother! You are, right?! You’re not bullshitting me right now, right?!”
“Hell no!” Aalto denied and pulled out his phone, quickly digging through his gallery and producing a photo he held under Ro’s nose. It was a capture of an older, physical photograph from an album. On it were two boys with the same light hair, both carrying large backpacks. One was significantly taller than the other and showed only a faint smile while his shorter counterpart grinned between both ears and revealed countless gaps in his teeth.  “Look, Dad sent this the other day because he was going through our family albums. It’s my first day of school! Here is me, and there’s Cal. He’s four years older than me.”
Ro’s jaw dropped again. Despite the kid in the picture looking far, far younger - around ten or eleven - it was undoubtedly Calcharo, lead singer of the Ghost Hounds, with his naturally white hair and those pale blue eyes. Looking at Aalto again, the resemblance suddenly hit him. It was almost uncanny. He had the same hair, even styled it similarly with the bangs hanging around the side of his face and the rest of it always combed back, and their face shape was really similar as well, only Aalto’s jaw wasn’t as pronounced as Calcharo’s. And their eyes were different. But despite that, Ro totally bought it.
“That’s crazy!” Ro screeched. “Crazy! Insane!”
“I’m gonna call him,” Aalto said, holding up his phone with his arm stretched out, “and ask him if he can do my bestie a favor and drop some tix.”
Ro gasped, nearly hyperventilating. “No way! You’d do that for me?!”
“Duh!” Aalto said and flicked his forehead, “Means I don’t have to worry about a birthday present for you. Easy win!”
“You rat!” Ro said with a grin, “I’ll love you for the rest of my days if you make that happen.”
“Leave it to me!” Aalto said eagerly, “I’ll call him right now.”
Unfortunately for him, right now was also the moment the doorbell rang incessantly.
“Ooh!” Aalto whistled, “Dinner time!”
He zipped into the hall to accept the food. Ro, meanwhile, held his hand against his mouth so Aalto wouldn’t hear his squeals of joy as he kicked his feet in excitement. This was the best day ever!
A couple days later, Aalto waltzed into Ro’s room unannounced, totally unnoticed by the aforementioned.
Ro was sitting at his desk over the fattest book Aalto had ever seen, headphones over his ears and bobbing his head in the rhythm of his song. Aalto hesitated for a moment and listened in, giggling when he very faintly made out his brother’s voice. Perfect timing.
He tapped Ro’s shoulder, making him let out a startled gasp and whip around.
“Jesus, Aalto!” Ro complained, “You scared me!”
“I got something for you!” Aalto said in a sing-song voice and revealed a nondescript envelope from behind his back.
“For me?” Ro asked and accepted the envelope, opening it as Aalto watched him eagerly.
“It’s something really special. A VIP ticket for the Ghost Hounds gig!”
Ro shrieked and launched himself out of his chair to throw himself into Aalto’s arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He said and hugged him so tightly that the other almost couldn’t breathe, “You’re the best friend ever, Aalto! I love you!”
Aalto let out a nervous chuckle and patted his back. “No problemo. Just played some of my connections. Easy peasy.”
Ro continued hugging and praising him to high heaven, almost making Aalto blush uncomfortably until he could free himself.
“I got a second ticket, actually,” Aalto revealed, “You can have it if there’s someone specific you want to go with, but if you don’t mind, I’ll go with you.”
“Sure! It’s gonna be a ton of fun!” Ro cheered and clasped his hands together but then realized, “Wait, you don’t like the music though.”
“It’s not like I hate it,” Aalto said with a shrug, “Besides, I rarely get to see Cal now that I moved away and he’s always on the road anyway. Gotta hunt him down for a second of his time. Besides…” He showed a sneaky grin. “If I'm there and Cal knows that I'm there, it's only right I introduce you to him and vice versa.”
Ro stared at him like he was a Messiah, then spun and jumped on the spot, cheering, “You are literally the best, Aalto!”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he laughed and watched Ron's victory dance. How endearing that sight was…
That same day, Ro went to his favorite neighborhood stationary store to buy an archaic paper calendar (with motivational quotes and pictures of kittens) for the explicit purpose to mark the date of the concert and his birthday. ‘Ghost Hounds!!!’ The calendar now proudly announced. He counted how many days he'd have to wait. Sixty-nine. Two months and three weeks and a few more days.
The calendar was the first thing to decorate the walls of his room, right next to the window under which his bed stood. A Ghost Hounds poster soon found its spot next to it, the cover art of A Little Calamity, the album his favorite song was on. A second poster followed, this one showing the three band members posing for the camera. Calcharo in front with his bass slung around his shoulders, Encore, who looked laughably short next to him, on his left with her signature red and pink electric guitar, and then a little bit behind them was Mortefi sitting by his drum set. Ro dared to hope that he'd get the poster signed by all three of them. It would be a dream come true.
Every day upon going to sleep, Ro crossed off another day, watching the concert come closer and closer. Two months became six weeks, then four, then two, one week, three days, and finally! The day was there.
It was a Saturday, and despite his immeasurable excitement, Ro had been able to sleep in in preparation for his long night. It was almost noon when Aalto knocked on his door.
“Rise and shine, birthday boy!” He said with a wide grin.
Ro tiredly lifted his head out of his sheets and blinked at him. His hair was a mess, the black strands thoroughly disheveled. He looked like he had about zero idea of where or who he was.
Aalto walked to the bed and crouched next to it to get on eye level with him.
“Gotcha something,” he said and presented a cupcake on his palm, “I didn’t know what you like so I went for red velvet, the classic.”
“Hm?” Ro groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “Cake? For me?”
“Of course!” Aalto said, “Again, it’s your birthday. You know what that means.”
“Birthday,” Ro muttered and turned over to look at his calendar. There were no more days left to cross off. Today was the day. The day marked in red and circled thrice over. ‘Ghost Hounds!!!’
“Holy fuck!” Ro suddenly exploded and pushed his blanket away, practically falling out of his bed, “It’s the day! The day is here! Ghost Hounds!”
“Easy there,” Aalto placated him, “Cake first. Everything else later.”
He presented his cupcake again and Ro smiled, accepting the small pastry. “You’re right. Let’s share.”
“I already had breakfast,” Aalto waved him off and sat in Ro’s desk chair, watching him peel away the paper from the cake and taking a hearty bite, “Good?”
“Sho good,” Ro said with a full mouth, closing his eyes in delight, “Thanks Aalto.”
“You’re welcome.” Aalto grinned and pulled out his phone. “Cal texted me earlier, they made it to Jinzhou and are setting up. What’s the location called again?”
“Dragon’s Nest,” Ro said without hesitation, “Small club downtown. Why did they pick such a small venue, anyway?”
“Cal said they didn’t expect that kinda interest,” Aalto said with a shrug, “Ghost Hounds are almost more famous in Huanglong than in the New Fed.”
“Huh,” Ro said in thought, “Who would’ve guessed.”
“Anything you wanna do on your special day?” Aalto asked, aimlessly spinning in circles on his chair.
Ro shook his head. “I have to mentally prepare. I still can’t believe I’m actually going to see the Ghost Hounds live.”
“Not just see,” Aalto corrected him, “Meet. Thanks to your super special best friend and his premium network.”
Ro squealed.
The two continued casually chatting while Ro answered some happy birthday texts.
“Hey, what are you wearing later?” Ro asked at some point.
Aalto looked down on himself. Blue jeans, plain white t-shirt. “This?” He asked.
“Fair.” Ro nodded and eyed his closet. “Can you help me pick something?”
Aalto sighed, “Sure.”
Ro sent him out of his room and went to shower, then picked out an outfit he always felt comfortable in. Dark blue suit pants and a white button-down. However, when he went into the living room to show off, Aalto only briefly looked up from his phone and said, “Too formal.”
Ro grumbled and went to change. Cargo pants and a way oversized shirt with a graphic print.
“Too casual,” Aalto judged.
“Bruh,” Ro complained, but went back to the drawing board regardless. Next on the list was a pair of shorts and a bright yellow crew neck long sleeve.
“Hmm,” Aalto hesitated for a moment, “That’s gonna make you stand out for sure, but don’t wear shorts to a concert.”
“Why not?” Ro asked, confused.
“I dunno,” Aalto said with a shrug, “Just don’t.”
“Fine,” Ro groaned, and this time he dug deep in his closet to find the clothes he rarely wore and wouldn’t show himself in anywhere. Either because he lacked an occasion or wasn’t comfortable enough to flaunt them. But if not today, then when would he ever?
He walked into the living room again, provocatively asking, “What do you have to say about this, huh?”
Aalto looked him up and down, blinked, looked some more, and finally said, “That’s the one. Damn, Ro.”
Ro did a little spin, smiling timidly. He was donning a sleeveless cotton top with a high collar, black and tight. Not obnoxiously so, but it did show off his figure flatteringly. As did his black jeans, ripped at the knees and thighs, washed out and a bit rugged.
“Glad that that’s settled,” Ro sighed, satisfied.
“Wanna head out?” Aalto asked, “It’s sill a bit early, but we could grab a bite before the show.”
“Sure,” Ro agreed. At this point he was glad for any distraction from the excitement churning his stomach. It felt like his intestines were a bunch of writhing knots and coils, and he felt so incredibly nervous. The only thing that helped was to not think about the gig later, but it was hard, no, impossible not to think about it. He was a mess. An excited, giddy mess.
Aalto tried to make some sort of sensible conversation, but there was no getting through to him. While they ate Panhua’s signature ramen, all Ro could talk about was the concert. What songs would they play? In which order? Aalto knew barely any of their songs so he couldn’t contribute much. Would he laugh at Ro if he sang along out of tune? He promised not to. Would he tell Calcharo how obsessed he was with him? No, of course not. Aalto didn’t want to embarrass his friend. What was Calcharo like, anyway? He’d see, Aalto told him, getting mildly annoyed.
Soon enough it was time to head to the venue. The Dragon’s Nest was a small club with only two floors and a bar in the corner. It often hosted concerts of lesser known bands that weren’t popular enough to fill stadiums, hence the vibe was more personal, intimate, almost.
With their VIP passes, Aalto and Ro could skip the long line in front of the entrance to the club, and they were corralled into an area right in front of the stage, literally the best seats in the house. Except there were no seats. It was standing only. The venue wasn’t packed, but it certainly was more comfortable in the VIP area where they didn’t have to stand shoulder to shoulder with their neighbors. Ro continuously shifted his weight from one foot to the other and kept telling Aalto how crazy this all was and that he couldn’t believe that they were here and it was less than half an hour before the concert was set to begin.
Having enough of his fangirling, Aalto excused himself under the guise of getting drinks for them both, which he actually did, but in reality he just wanted to catch a short break.
Aalto returned just as the lights in the room dimmed, and he almost didn’t find his way back if it weren’t for Ro squealing and raving.
“It’s starting!” He roared and absentmindedly chugged half of the whiskey coke Aalto handed him in one go, “It’s really starting!”
The room was fully dark now, and the crowd grew silent. Then, the first sounds of drums, a light on the left of the stage, and Mortefi, the drummer, under it, already giving his all. Another light, this one on the right-hand side, tracking Encore who gave the crowd a double thumbs up before strumming the first riff on her guitar, and it was one Ro would’ve recognized anywhere.
“That’s Between Me and the Devil!” Ro screamed, grabbing onto Aalto’s arm so hard it hurt, “That’s my favorite song!”
“Wow!” Aalto shouted back, “They’re opening with your favorite song? What a surprise!”
Ro was oblivious to his sarcasm, he was too busy biting on his lips, waiting for the vocals to kick in. Calcharo was still nowhere to be seen, though he already played the bassline, but then…
“Hey! I don’t know where I’m goin’...”
The first line. Ro heard his voice and was ready to faint.
“But you know where I’ve been…”
The central lights finally flared up, shining down on pure white hair and a shiny, ultra-violet bass played by nimble fingers belonging to the revered lead singer.
Aalto noticed Ro grow completely silent by his side and looked over to find him stare upwards, following every single one of Calcharo’s motions, utterly awestruck.
Calcharo finished the first verse, and into an instrumental break said, “Hello Jinzhou!”
The crowd roared.
“How are you doing?”
The crowd screamed.
“Hell yeah!” Calcharo called out, “I know you’ve been waiting for us, and we’re going to make this a night you won't forget! You ready?!”
The crowd thunderously sounded out their approval, and Calcharo took it as a sign to pick up his bass again and pour out his heart into the chorus, with Encore delivering powerful backup vocals and Mortefi going wild on his drums.
Ro’s eyes were swimming in tears of helpless euphoria, and his heart beat to the song that was so special to him. He was pulled into the rapture that was unlike anything he’d ever experienced as he watched the musicians perform their passion turned music. It was an eternity but just a blink at the same time, so much in so few minutes, but still the better part of two hours passed, filled with song after song. For some, Calcharo took a backseat and let Encore have the lead, and she shredded her guitar like no tomorrow, delivering vocals that were so powerful that no one could have guessed they’d come from this pink-haired girl with the small stature.
Mortefi had his chance to shine during the numerous drum solos, and Ro realized they were different from all the recordings he knew. Mortefi was improvising, freestyling live, whipping up new rhythms and tunes on the spot. The chemistry between the band members was impeccable, they complemented each other perfectly, an entirely new whole growing from them as parts.
After playing all songs from First Last Time, the album this tour was meant to honor, as well as many of their fan’s favorites, Calcharo signaled a break and leaned onto the stand of his microphone.
“I know it’s the last thing you want to hear,” he began, his voice slightly hoarse from his extortion, “but we’re through with our planned line-up.”
Sad crowd noises ensued.
“But!” Calcharo sparked hope, “There’s still one thing we gotta do.” He cast his eyes over his eager onlookers that hung to his every word. “A little birdie told me that we have a special guest tonight. Someone here has completed another trip ‘round the sun, and that deserves a celebration, don’t you think?”
Despite barely knowing what he was going on about, the crowd cheered. Ro raised his eyebrows and glanced at Aalto who was trying hard to keep his grinning in check.
“We wanted to keep it a secret for a while longer, but we’re already hard at work on our next album, and you’re the first ever people to get an exclusive first listen of our newest song, Bad News.” Calcharo found Aalto in the first row, then looked over, met Ro’s eyes and pointed at him. And everything else faded away when he said,  “Ro, this one’s for you!”
Ro stopped feeling the ground beneath his feet, stopped smelling the sweat of so many bodies moving as one, stopped hearing the crowd going absolutely wild for the last time. He  could only perceive the beat of Mortefi’s drums, the hum of Calcharo’s bass, and the tune Encore strummed on her guitar. And he only saw him.
“You’ve heard the rumors
I know they’re pretty bad
The only thing worse than the rumors
Are the cold heart facts
I ain’t no angel
But maybe you like it like that…”
Maybe Calcharo wasn’t an angel, but he looked like one, surrounded by the colorful flood lights reflecting off his hair, painting a halo around him. And Ro did like it like that. It was one of the best sights of his life.
“Mama told me
I always was a problem child
But Lord knows I never had a problem getting wild
I know some back roads, baby
If you wanna get lost for a while…”
Ro did want to get lost. Or maybe he already was. Lost in the performance, lost in the rush of watching Calcharo and his band go all out for a final time this night. He almost forgot to take notice of the song that was fast-paced and energetic like all Ghost Hounds songs but still felt like a different flavor, a new spin on everything their fans loved most.
“I'm bad news
I bet you heard about that
Yeah, I'm bad news and bad news travels fast
Hey!”
The Chorus shook the ground, or maybe it was the jumps of the crowd moving in sync, encouraged by Calcharo who raised his arms and walked around on stage, hopping and dancing with way more energy than he should have had left over after two hours of exerting himself like that.
Ro stood still through it all, wholly in disbelief that this was supposedly for him, out of all these people. This global premiere was dedicated to him, and it made tears stream down his face while he grinned from ear to ear. This was the best night of his life. Period.
The Ghost Hounds delivered the rest of the song and ended it to thunderous applause.
“Thank you, Jinzhou!” Calcharo called and bowed, “You were fucking amazing! We’ll be back for sure, but for now, take care, get home safe, and always, always keep your fangs sharp!”
Under more cheers and roars, the stage went dark, and when the lights in the room came back on, Calcharo, Mortefi, and Encore were gone.
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All lyrics and song titles are from the real life band Ghost Hounds. Go listen to them if you like what you read here.
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luxxtuxx · 2 years ago
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For the spider-gang (or whomever you choose). What are their morning routines? Who's actually gonna eat breakfast and not shove it in their face or not even at all? I damn well know half roll out of bed and just go about their day lol
You Got it!
Each one is an established relationship
I PROMISE I HAVE NOT FORGOT YALL IM BUSY MOVING TOMORROW AND MONDAY SOON THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST WILL BE OUT
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Miguel-
You and Miguel's morning routine is weird. In your universe, you are a nurse in the evening shift meaning you don't get home til almost 3 am. So when you are going to bed, he is getting up. So you get home, get dressed into pjs, and get into bed: at the same time, Miguel gets up, showers, and kisses you good morning/night. He made breakfast and left it in the microwave for his darling lover who was dead asleep in bed, in his shirt. And Vise Versa, he is coming home from work, you are getting ready to leave, you have dinner together then go.
He wakes up, showers, and puts a bunch of gels in his hair to keep it nice and slicked back. He makes breakfast and puts your work clothes in the laundry room and leaves to the spider society
Miles 1610-
He tries to be quiet... No matter how clumsy he is. It's very adorable to watch him stumble around. only to stop and stare at his lover in bed out of pure wonder. He got up and got ready for classes. Wake up, draw, get out of bed, and shower. (After tucking you back in of course) Get dressed, attempt to do something with his hair, and give up halfway through. Woke you up and let you get ready before heading to classes together, He walks you too your first class of the day
Miles42-
This man refuses to be quiet in the mornings, he is loud and annoying. Every morning he complains that you are taking up way too much of the bed and nearly pushing him out of bed. You knew that was impossible, he was nearly 2x times as strong as you. As much as he complains, he leaves and comes back with your favorite breakfast and Starbucks
Hobie-
This man is a cat. He isnt moving, unless his watch wakes him up or he registers you begging to be let go so you can rush to the bathroom and pee... he is rock solid.. BUT WHEN THE MotherFU- is awake... 2 1/2 hours.... Thats how long he takes to get up and get ready. It takes him TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!! You are convinced at this point the percings are all fake and hobie manual puts them on every morning.
Gwen-
She waits until you are up to get ready, she brushes her hair, eats, brushes her teeth, then plays the drums until you and her go on missions together. She loves helping with your hair.. Kinda convinced she loves your hair more than you
Pavi-
This man will cuddle you all morning, get up, put coconut oil in his hair, and be done. That's it, that's all this dude does. He spends the rest of the morning putting your favorite tea in a travel mug, making you breakfast, and helping you get ready. if you have long hair he'll sit and braid it with flowers and everything for you
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ros3ybabe · 2 years ago
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Daily Check-in September 11th and 12th, 2023 🎀
Did not have the time to make one yesterday as I didn't get home til almost 11 pm and was so tired that i immediately passed out. I had a really good day today(Tuesday), tho! I ordered a bunch of stationery off of Stationery Pal and Kawaii pen shop, and ahhhh, I love all of it, and they BOTH came in less than a week after I placed my order. The quality of everything is *chefs kiss* and I am so excited to start using all this stuff in my university academics as well as my self study goals! I might even switch back to paper notes because of all the stuff I bought, who knows.
Will not include What I Ate as I honestly don't remember, I am very tired at the moment(Tuesday night), having run most of today with 3 hours of sleep. This check in is going to be a bit more on the self care self compassion side as I had a rough two days honestly.
🩷 Personal Achievements -
Washed my hair
Made it to both classes on time
Organized my new stationery in my desk
Cooked steak *actually* good in my food fundamentals class
🩷 Academic Achievements -
Completed a PSYC writing assignment
Completed NUTR assignment
Completed pre lab quiz for my Anatomy Lab
Completed Osmosis lab report
Earned my Human Subjects Research Training certificate for my PSYC class
(I’m certified to use human subjects in research studies at my university for the next 3 years now, how cool!?)
Should I make a post about the stationery I got? Like a haul/review post? Let me know what you think! It’s all pretty aesthetic so I would love to share my opinions on the quality of the stuff I bought….and I bought a lot of stuff without realizing it!
🩷 As of today, Wednesday September 13th, here’s a little academic todo list for today:
Weekly Writing for my Food Fundamentals class
Take my Exam 1 for my NUTR class
Read Chapter 11 for my Personal Finance class + take notes on IPad
Complete my Nutrition Log for my Fitness for Health and Sport class
Study Japanese for 20+ minutes
🩷 And here’s a little personal to do list for today:
Change current fitted bed sheet to new one I just bought and washed, throw away old one
Take my bedroom trash out, throw out package box
Clean bathroom completely
Sweep bedroom
Organize desk more efficiently
Wash my current dirty laundry
Put away previous clean laundry
Change clear shower liner to my new one
Throw out old carpets and replace with new ones
Follow my skincare routine (my face is begging to be taken care of again)
Possibly hang up my string lights with clips behind my desk and attach BTS photos to clips 💜
Budget for paycheck tomorrow
This check in was definitely a little different than the others, especially cause I started it last night but had to save it as a draft cause I nearly fell asleep while typing it up. I will definitely post an update tonight to see how much of my to do lists I accomplished! Looking forward to having today to myself, as I didn’t go to class due to the extreme rain we’re having (I walk to my campus as I do not drive…at all) and I’m completely home alone today! Let the productivity begin!
Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍
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