#my little brother goes around with the top button of his shirts buttoned up so i can't drop snow down his back

[eddis-not-eeddis]

None of my siblings would come out and play in the snow with me, and it's almost impossible to pelt oneself with snowballs. (I did try, it was not a success.)

[swampthingking]

can’t study for my test because i’m having brain rot about neil accidentally getting super drunk and stumbling up to aaron like “andrew???” and aaron is like “wrong one” and neil is like “andrew.” and aaron is like “???? are you stupid” and neil goes to look for andrew but he stumbles into the table, and aaron has to catch him or he will get trampled for fucks sake, and neil just collapses into him in a drunk cuddly heap. and aaron is like “neil. you need to stand up” and neil is like “i am” and aaron is like “that’s because i’m holding you up” and they get neil to stand but neil kinda just flops into aaron’s arms again. and neil is like “i don’t hate you, i don’t, but it’s okay if you hate me” and aaron is like “ugh, ew are you really an emotional drunk???” and neil, to aaron’s horror, looks at him with tears in his eyes because you know when you’re too drunk and you kind of just get a little scared and you need help???? ya. and aaron is like … ok. and kinda holds neil until andrew comes back from the bar with more drinks. and he sees neil basically asleep on aaron’s shoulder, and aaron looking uncomfortable but accepting, so he kinda raises an eyebrow, an okay? and aaron nods and is just patting neil on his back

and tomorrow they’ll wake up and neil will toddle downstairs with his hand against his temple and aaron will have advil ready for him, and he’ll say “you’re annoying and you don’t know when to shut your mouth or mind your own business, but i don’t hate you” and the thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for staying goes unsaid but yeah

and that’s how aaron and neil became kind of friends

edit: vomited out a one shot for y’all (this will prob become a 5+1)

Aaron swirled his drink a few times, listening to the ice clacking against the glass.

Eden’s was packed tonight, courtesy of it being the end of the school year. College students and the regular patrons flocked to the bar, the dance floor, and all of the tables, leaving Aaron to reserve a high-top table, and his legs to dangle from the stool.

“Drew?”

Aaron ignored him in favor of the twinkling sound the ice makes in his glass. He’d already taken shots, danced, had another drink, danced again, and now Aaron’s body was heavy with alcohol and exhaustion.

“Drew,” Neil said again.

Aaron looked around their table and didn’t see Andrew. He remembered Andrew getting up and walking to the bar with their empty tray. Aaron found him a few seconds later, hands in his pockets at the bar. That and Neil, staring up at him, looking uneasy.

Before Aaron could tell Neil to get out of his face, Neil was speaking.

“Are you’nt having fun?” Neil frowned, blinking sleepy, hooded eyes at him. He leaned closer to study Aaron’s face.

“What are you doing?” Aaron grumbled, pushing Neil’s face away.

Aaron hadn’t even pushed him hard, he more removed Neil from his space rather than pushed him, but Neil wobbled like his world had tilted out of orbit. Aaron realized, quickly, that Neil was going to fall backwards. He grabbed two fistfuls of Neil’s shirt and pulled him forwards. Neil’s head lulled on his shoulders with the force, his chin hitting his chest then righting itself.

Aaron’s stomach lurched, sick with the thought that someone had put something in one of Neil’s drinks, as he would for anyone, but thankfully he’s never been put in that situation. Neil’s eyes were hooded, his face flushed. Aaron snapped once at Neil’s ear, and Neil recoiled immediately.

“Does your head hurt or anything?” Aaron asked. Neil shook his head, frowning.

“Are you dizzy? Follow my finger.” Aaron pushes Neil back so he can see his face, keeping one hand on Neil’s shoulder to hold him up. Neil follows Aaron’s finger as it moves back and forth, albeit a little labored, but not as if he’d been roofied. Aaron declares that Neil’s reaction times and responses are fine, but he still pulls the front of his shirt up and checks his belt, the button of his pants.

“What—?” Neil slapped a hand on his abdomen, stopping his shirt from being lifted any higher. Aaron didn’t need to see anything but his pants, but it was reassuring that Neil still had inhibitions.

His clothes were fine. His belt was still done, zipper up. No one had tried anything. Aaron relaxed.

“Sorry,” Aaron said. “Sorry, I just needed to…”

While racking his mind back to why Neil is this drunk, Aaron remembered Neil taking shots with Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin. Four shots. He’d seen Neil sip on another drink like the idiot had the tolerance for alcohol that the rest of them had.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Aaron said and released Neil. Neil attempted to step back, his hands raised in surrender.

“No?” Neil asked warily. Even drunk as fuck, he still respected boundaries. Andrew’s boundaries specifically, as it still hadn’t registered that he wasn’t talking to the right twin.

“I’m not Andrew,” Aaron said.

“Where’s Andrew?” Neil asked, turning his head pathetically in search. Aaron only had a good view of Andrew because they were seated at a high-top. Over the throng of taller people coupled with strobing lights, Neil’s view was obstructed.

“At the bar,” Aaron nodded in that direction.

Neil turned towards the bar. Well, he attempted to. He pivoted, lost his balance, and toppled into the table. He tried to right himself and started to fall to the other side. Aaron caught Neil before he could bust his shit and get trampled.

“Jesus Christ, Josten,” Aaron spat, righting Neil with hands on his biceps. Neil slapped a hand on the table and leaned his weight on it. The table quaked under such abuse, but held.

Neil turned slowly, grappling against the table as if he was standing in one of those spinning fair rides. In his excursion to simply spin 180°, his hand slipped off the edge of the table as he faced Aaron once again. He reached for the table, missed, reached for it again, missed, said, “Motherfucker,” under his breath, and finally gripped onto the edge. His eyes locked on Aaron’s again, and Neil’s useless hand landed on Aaron’s shoulder.

“Andrew,” Neil said. Aaron didn’t know if it was more a request or if it was just not registering.

“Wrong,” Aaron said, tense under Neil’s hand, but he didn’t push him off. He’d rather hold Neil up than peel him off the floor. “Aaron.”

“‘m very drunk,” Neil said, looking up pleadingly at Aaron as if he had a magical cure to shitfacedness, and all Neil had to do for it was look a little scared. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Aaron asked.

“I’m drunk.”

Aaron snorted. “That’s kind of the point when you’re at a bar.”

“But,” Neil said, taking a labored breath, “I’m…too drunk.”

This was beginning to feel exceedingly similar to speaking to a child. Aaron was annoyed, but not completely heartless, unlike the narrative of Aaron Neil had likely concocted. “It’s okay, Neil,” Aaron said. “You should sit down.”

Neil promptly sat as if there was a chair under him, but there was not. Aaron, still holding Neil vertical, got pulled out of his chair with the momentum. To avoid toppling to the ground—which did not get mopped as often as it should—Aaron planted his feet on the floor and hauled Neil up by his armpits.

“Help,” Neil murmured. His arms dropped to his sides as he yielded his dead weight to Aaron.

“Stand up,” Aaron grunted, readjusting to wrap an arm around Neil’s back. One of Neil’s arms flopped over Aaron’s shoulder.

“I am,” Neil complained.

“No, you are not.”

“I am.”

“Neil,” Aaron said through clenched teeth, “I am holding you up. You need to lock your knees.”

“Oh,” Neil said. He looked at his feet as if he needed to check they were on the ground.

To be fair, Neil did lock his knees, but he also leaned all of his upper body on Aaron, arms still hanging limply at his sides. He tucked his head into Aaron’s neck with, what seemed, every intention to make a home there for the night.

“Neil,” Aaron said, frozen against the hair tickling his cheek. “God dammit.”

“And…ron,” Neil spoke against his shoulder.

“Yes,” Aaron said sarcastically. “That’s me.”

“Can I j’stay here?” Neil slurred.

From what Aaron had seen of Neil’s dynamic with his brother, he knew Neil would get off if he said no. He could place Neil into a stool or pull up a chair with a back so he wouldn’t fall out and concuss himself. He could shove Neil off and make him fend for himself. He could pawn him off to Andrew.

At the moment, those other options seemed like far too much work.

That, or maybe it was the med student in him, the intrinsic urge to heal and help and nurture that smarted at the thought of pushing Neil off.

Aaron didn’t push him off when Neil readjusted and tucked an arm into his chest, the other gripping Aaron for stability. He didn’t when Neil asked again, a quiet, “Aaron.”

“Okay,” Aaron conceded. He rubbed a hand up and down Neil’s back placatingly, but also because Neil seemed like he needed it. And he came to Aaron for it. Well, he came to Andrew and got Aaron. But he didn’t push Aaron off, and Aaron hasn’t done the same.

And they just…stood like that. For what seemed like a long time, but it probably was only a few minutes before Neil spoke again.

“Aaron,” Neil said.

Aaron hummed in response.

“I don’ hate you.”

“What?” Aaron asked. “What the fuck are you talking about, Neil?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“What?” Aaron said again.

“I don’wanna fight.” Neil lets out a colossal breath.

“We haven’t fought in a long time,” Aaron says, his idea of agreement. Acceptance.

Neil was quiet, because it was true. Neil seemed content to lay in Aaron’s arms, and Aaron didn’t have another stool next to him. He sure as shit wasn’t giving his up for Neil, but Neil was genuinely so unsteady on his feet that Aaron couldn’t let him go.

He trembled a bit, and Aaron was almost amused that after everything Neil had been through, being a little too drunk is what finally did it for him.

But Aaron had felt that way before. Inebriated and scared in a crowded room of strangers. Neil, however, has people he knows. How can Aaron be upset at Neil for wanting the comfort that he also craved? How can he be upset that Neil feels safe enough with Andrew to ask for help? That his brother finally feels safe with someone too?

“Aaron,” Neil said.

“What,” Aaron said.

“It’s okay if you hate me.”

“Oh God,” Aaron groaned, “Ew. Are you really an emotional drunk?”

Neil pulled back and, to Aaron’s horror, there were actual tears in his eyes. His lip trembled as he bit it, holding the tears in. Aaron hated how much of himself he was seeing in Neil tonight. The harrowing fact that maybe they are quite similar.

“Oh God,” Aaron said again, mortified. He grabbed the back of Neil’s head and shoved it back into his shoulder, effectively hiding Neil’s teary face.

He cast a desperate look to Andrew, who was finally on his way back to the table. He patted Neil on the shoulder, like one would burp a baby when they have no idea how to do so.

“Andrew.”

Andrew didn’t need prompting to look. His eyes were trained on Neil and Aaron from the moment he turned around. By the nonchalance of his movements and his lack of alarm, Aaron guessed he had been watching their interaction.

Andrew set the tray down on the table and cast a significant look between them, settling on Neil’s intoxicated form keeled over on Aaron’s shoulder.

Andrew raises one eyebrow, a silent question, an okay?

Aaron finds himself nodding, and unsure why. All he knows right now, a few drinks in, is that he doesn’t hate this. And he doesn’t hate that Neil doesn’t hate him.

-

The smell of coffee set Neil’s feet moving like a Pavlovian response. He was half awake already with a pounding headache, like his eyeballs were beating his closed lids to death.

Neil toddles down the stairs with his eyes closed, a hand pressed hard to his temple, stabilizing his brain.

Aaron was standing at the counter already, facing the sputtering coffee pot. His arms were crossed, hair ruffled from sleep. At the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned.

The memories from last night played past Neil’s mind like a sped-up movie. He grimaced in embarrassment, and felt a little sick at how drunk he was. How stupid he was, to drink that much. He should have known his tolerance isn’t matched with the rest of them. He could have gotten hurt, could have said something—

Fuck.

“Fuck,” Neil said, covering his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Aaron said. He turned back to the coffee, though his posture was rigid.

Neil grabbed a glass of water. He noticed Aaron watching from the corner of his eye, but Neil chose to ignore him, figuring that’s best. He sat on the counter with his water, sipping it slowly while he and Aaron waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

The silence was thick, but they were both too stubborn to leave the kitchen. Usually, they preferred to wait and pretend the other wasn’t there.

That’s what Neil thought, at least. After a painful few minutes, Aaron huffed and grabbed the bottle of Advil from the drawer next to the sink. He shook two pills out and sat them next to Neil.

Neil stared at them until Aaron cast a pointed look at the pills, then physically gestured to them with raised brows. Neil took them while Aaron watched.

The coffee pot beeped. Aaron made a split second decision, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into them. He slid Neil’s across the counter. It sloshed over the side, but Aaron wasn’t capable of caring at the moment. His mind was busy, and he knew Neil had noticed his lack of eye contact; the analytical fuck.

“Look,” Aaron said. He did not look at Neil to say it. “You’re annoying, and you never know when to shut your mouth or mind your business. Most of the time, I’m convinced you have a death wish, and a lot of the time I find myself resenting you. You complicated our lives, put us all in danger, didn’t give a shit.”

Neil’s chest hurt. He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt. Aaron started talking again before he could figure it out.

“But I don’t hate you. I can’t, really. I can’t even fault you for the shitty things you did, because it all worked out.” Aaron glanced quickly at Neil, looked away. His cheeks were red.

The thank you for helping repair my relationship with my brother and thank you for testifying and thank you for being good to Andrew went unsaid, but Aaron hoped Neil wasn’t obtuse enough to force him to say it out loud.

Neil must have understood, because he nodded. Aaron figured that was as close to a reconciliation they were going to have, so he leaned against the counter and pretended everything was normal.

For the first time, they drank their coffee in silence without animosity orchestrating it.

Neil’s mug was half empty when Andrew joined them. He paused in the doorway, squinty eyed and mussed, looking between the two. Neil on the counter, Aaron leaning against it. Their silence, but lack of tension.

“This is weird,” Andrew finally said, his voice gravely from sleep.

“Yeah,” Neil and Aaron said simultaneously.

Neil glanced over his mug at Aaron, the corner of his mouth twitching. Aaron regarded it, but looked away, because something like contentment had made its way onto Andrew’s face.

Aaron smiled at that instead.

[echobx]

Barry leaves, asking Rafe to watch his sister, who overhears and objects. Despite her attempts to seduce Rafe, He declines. That night after Barry goes to sleep he confesses his love to her and they have passionate slow sex

Rafe Cameron × Barry's little sister!reader

warnings: p in v (protected), fingering, light oral (fem receiving)

word count: 2.2k

author's note: I hope what I did here is not dissapointing you bestie 💕and if I'ma 100% honest with you, my brain never comes up with anything for Rafe so this is a blessing because I need to write him more (accidentally wanted to write "need to ride him" there lol)

You're standing in the kitchen of your trailer, your big brother and his friend Rafe are sitting on the couch just a few feet away from you. You never intend to eavesdrop on them, especially because you really don't want to know about all the illegal shit your brother gets up to. You've learned to keep out of Barry's business and only ever do something when he specifically asks you to. Like the one time he needed you to smuggle something over the border, so you packed your suitcase, and your innocent best friend, and had a girl's trip. No one would suspect a cute and innocent looking girl like you to be the sister of one of the biggest fish in the OBX. 

“I need you to stay here, make sure no one comes around and tries anything while I go pick up the new shit,” Barry says in a low voice, not wanting you to listen of course. 

“Isn't she old enough, though?” Rafe asks and you smile into yourself a little. You like that he trusts you more than your brother does, but then again it's the simple brotherly instinct to want to have you taken care of. And who better to do that then his best friend. Of course. 

“Just keep an eye on her,” Barry sighs. 

“I don't need a babysitter,” you speak up and turn around to look at them both. 

“Who said anything about babysitting?” Rafe cocks his eyebrow up, trying his best to seem innocent. 

“Exactly,” Barry hesitates. “Rafe will just wait for me here until I get back. No babysitting. Just waiting and you're here too, sis.” 

“Ugh, you guys are the worst,” you groan and walk back into your room. 

You decide to go through your closet, putting on a pair of dungarees over a simple red top first and walking back into the living area. Barry had left already, and you decided to play a little game with Rafe, unbeknownst to him. 

“What do you think?” you ask and twirl around, and he lifts his head to look at you. 

“Cute,” he notes and dips his head again, looking back to his phone. 

You go and try on something else. A mini skirt and loop top, showing off your belly button piercing. 

“How about this?” you ask him again and this time his eyes linger for a little longer, but he just shrugs. 

“Looks good to me.” 

You groan and stomp back into your room. Picking out a shirt that is basically see-through and a pair of hot pants that really should probably not count as pants, but panties. 

You step back out and walk straight over to him, placing yourself in front of him and twirling your hair. 

Rafe's eyes get stuck on your tits before he looks up at you and gulps. “That's something,” he rasps and lifts his hips in his seat, but he doesn't go further. 

Not only are you frustrated because none of your attempts have shown any real effect, but also because all you want is for him to just fuck you. It's not really that easy to find a guy when you have a brother who threatens anyone you even think about bringing home. But Rafe's at your place basically every single day. Barry finds him trustworthy enough to stay with you while he's out. And on top of that, you know of the rumors. You know of Rafe's reputation. He takes what he wants, and he doesn't leave until he's satisfied. That's what you wanted for yourself. Especially for your first time. 

Which is why it also doesn't make sense to you that he hasn't made a move on you yet, especially considering how you always flirt with him as soon as Barry leaves the room. 

You decide to let it go, instead only putting on an oversized shirt, no bra and a pair of shorts. Your usual look, basically. 

When you come back out, Rafe's already looking at you, he's smiling. 

“I like that one too,” he says, and you roll your eyes. 

“Whatever.” 

“Since when do you have a piercing?” Rafe asks and watches you sit down on the other end of the couch. 

“Few months ago. Thought if I hide it long enough, my brother can't tell me off about it anymore,” you shrug, bored out of your mind really. And you don't realize that Rafe keeps talking to you about you, and not just about random shit like usually. He asks about your favorite things, and he doesn't even make fun of you for how polar opposite it all is to how people perceive you. 

No one would expect a trailer park chick to be a math nerd, or like classical music the same amount as rap. But Rafe finds it fascinating. He's practically enamored by you, but you're too stuck in your head to even really notice it. 

“This is prolly the best shit I had in months,” Barry grins while walking in, taking a small bag of shit out of his backpack and throwing it towards Rafe. “Think we can at least triple that,” he says, and goes to stash the rest. 

Rafe is dipping his pinky into the powder and rubs it on his gums. “Oh, that's good,” he nods and leans back. 

They spend the rest of the night talking about how much they can take for it and the usual split. And you just sit there, watching and listening and zoning out and thinking about more fun things, like, what if Rafe didn't just see Barry's little sister in you.

The night progresses and you go to your room, telling them you're tired, when you really are just not in the mood to listen to them any longer. 

That's how you found yourself, two hours later, lying in your bed, body turned away from the door but still wide awake when the door opens and closes with a soft creak. 

“Y/n?” Rafe asks and you pretend to be asleep. “Are you awake?” 

You keep your eyes closed in case he walks around your bed to check on it, but he doesn't, instead he just sits down next to you and sighs. 

“I don't know how to keep doing this, to keep pretending like I don't care,” he whispers, and your heart starts beating a little faster. “But I can't do what I want to either. I'm not supposed to- Fuck, y/n, I wish I could tell you how much I love you,” he sighs, and you rip your eyes open. 

“You what?” You flip around and stare at him. 

Rafe looks at you, completely flabbergasted, he really didn't expect you to hear him. But now it's too late, and he can't take it back anymore. “I'm in love with you,” he whispers, and you sit up. “And I don't- I can't keep going like this, not when you do shit like today and all I can think of is bending you over and fucking you until you beg me to stop.” 

“Then do it,” you whisper. 

“What?” 

“Fuck me.” You look at him and he shakes his head. 

“Barry would kill me.” 

“I don't care about my brother. I don't want my brother. I want you,” you tell him and lean in to kiss him. 

It's a gentle peck that you place on his soft lips. Rafe takes his hands up to hold onto your neck as he reciprocates the kiss, harshly and with a demanding manner that makes you feel like putty in his hands. 

You try to stay quiet, but the way his tongue presses against yours makes you want to moan louder than you ever anticipated from a simple kiss. But Rafe knows what he wants, and now that he's had a taste, he's not stopping. 

His hands find your waist, running up and taking your shirt off you. Rafe stops kissing you to admire your body, hands groping at the flesh of your tits, and you have to bite your lip to not moan. 

“Take off your shirt,” you whisper, and he follows suit, throwing it somewhere on the floor before starting to kiss down your body. Lips trailing down your neck to the valley of your breasts, then farther down, sucking your piercing between his teeth before kissing your clothed clit. 

“You smell so good, baby,” he moans against your cunt, before slapping against your thigh, and you instinctively lift your hips and let him take off your slip. 

“If that's not the prettiest pussy I've seen in my life,” Rafe hums before licking a stride up your slick folds and closing his lips around your sensitive bud. Shallow moans and quiet gasps leave you as you grasp into his hair, trying to hold onto anything you can get your hands on while he edges you on. 

“More, please, Rafe,” you beg and he looks up with a smirk. 

“Want me to fuck you, baby?” 

“Yes, please, please.” 

Rafe thrusts his fingers into your tight hole and your back arches up. His fingers curl up and prod against your walls, making you squirm under him. 

“God, you're tight, it's almost like-” he stops and looks at you. “Have you never had sex?” 

You feel ashamed at first, but you can't lie, you know he's gonna find out eventually. So you shake your head and hope he doesn't mind. 

“Jesus, baby, you should've said something. I would've come over and fucked you way earlier if that's all you wanted this whole time,” he whispers and kisses you, his hand still working on your pussy until you feel like you're about to explode. 

“Cum for me, baby, I know you want to. Soak my fingers,” he growls into your ear, and you let go. Your moans are swallowed by his lips on yours and his fingers fuck you through your high until you lie there, panting and happier than ever. 

“Need more,” you rasp and pull on his shorts, trying to open the button. 

“Really needy, aren't you,” Rafe chuckles and gets up to take off his shorts and boxers. Your eyes go wide when you see how big he is. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to pick Rafe of all people for your first time, but there’s no going back now. You watch him pump his dick a few times before rolling on a condom and coming back to kneel between your legs. 

“You have to tell me if it hurts. I don't wanna hurt you,” he says, and you nod, biting your lips in anticipation. 

His tip nudges your hole, and you take a deep breath as he starts pushing into you. Forgetting that he wanted to go slow, Rafe bottoms out, and you feel like you're being split in two. 

“Shit, are you okay?” he asks, and you nod, trying to not cry from the stinging feeling. 

“Go slow, please,” you whisper, and he kisses you, distracting you from the pain between your legs. 

He pulls out slowly and pushes back into you, groaning quietly against the skin on your neck. Your hands are clasping his shoulders and your legs are wrapped around his middle, letting him hit even deeper inside you with his shallow thrusts. 

“You feel so good, baby. This pussy is made for me,” Rafe muses, kissing your neck and sucking on the soft skin, leaving marks for days. Your mind is dazed. The pain you had felt just minutes before is replaced with pure pleasure and the way he longingly stares into your eyes. 

You didn't expect him to be so gentle with you, but now that you have it, you want nothing more than to do it over and over again. 

“Fuck, you're so tight,” Rafe grunts, gradually fasting his pace. He pulls out almost completely, leaving you empty and babbling for more until he slams back in, holding onto the headboard of your bed so it doesn't hit against the wall. 

“You're mine. My girl,” Rafe grunts and rams into you another time. 

“Yours,” you moan softly, still trying to keep quiet and not wake your brother next door. But Rafe seems to have forgotten about it. 

His right hand comes down to hold onto your neck, and he starts pounding into you harsher and faster than you thought possible. Maybe he really wants to try to impale you with his cock, and you know you'd let him. It's overwhelming, and you feel the band inside you go tighter with each heavy thrust. 

“Let go, baby, I got you,” Rafe looks down at you and smiles, you can feel it inside of you, the warmth, and then you're lost. It feels like you're falling and when he pushes into you deeper and halts, you're caught again. 

Your poor cunt won't stop clenching even after he had pulled out and disposed of the condom. You're hot and cold at the same time, like a storm had just washed over you and left you speechless. 

“Next time we do this, you can be as loud as you want to, baby,” Rafe whispers and kisses your neck, holding you tightly in his arms before you both drift into a deep slumber. 

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[hamiltonells]

Is this it?-lewis hamilton

lewis hamilton x fem!reader. summary: dating a 7time world champion wasn’t easy especially when you have a crawling baby, and lewis? well he was busy portraying an f1 driver lifestyle and partying. but what happens when the press and rumours get a bit too much.(I suck at summarys😫).

big thank you to anonymous to helped me pick a baby name, you was a big help and your a genius⭐️

WARNINGS: angst,a few time skips, lewis being a little bit of a arsehole, cheating bad writing, povs are everywhere like it’s kinda confusing I’m sorry

I really want to do a part two, so let me know people x

(y/n pov)

“this one’s my favourite” I softly speak as I run my fingers over the ink behind his ear as he lays on my chest.

I’m sat up against the head board in lewis white crisp button up shirt, “hm this one’s my favourite” he mumbles into me as his hand goes straight to the tattoo under my boob that says “𝓁𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈₄₄” “your my favourite, handsome” I kiss the side of his head.

you had been childhood sweethearts you being slightly younger than him since being in his younger brothers Nicolas year at school, it was that much of an age gap but the media loved t rub it in.

i was broken out of thought when lewis phone goes off, “who’s that” I question “nobody” he grumbled as he puts his phone down,but something was telling me differently.

I reached out of the bed to put my underwear back on from the night before, as I got up out of bed and grabbed my phone. “y/n where are you going” lewis shouted as I was already out of the bedroom making my way to silvas Room, silva the light of you life, your little girl she’s just reached 8 months.

“come on sweetie, let’s get some jobs done aye” you lift her up out of her cot.

I had a washing basket in my hand with silvia sitting in it with the clean washing. She was in nothing but her diaper, smiling up at me as I threw warm clothes fresh out of the dryer in the basket with her.

She laughs as I toss a shirt on her head playfully, blanketing her face. She laughs harder and reaches her little hands up to push the black shirt off her face so it just sits on top of her head. She peeks up at me with that big smile and dense dimples.

I pick her up as blow raspberries on her cheek as she giggles, lewis had gone out an ‘important meeting’ apparently he had been on a lot of those lately.

a knock on the door fills your ears as you carry yourself and your little one to the door, a concerned max comes into your eyesight as you open the door surprised, “maxie hey, what you doing here” you smile at him and you welcome him in with a hug as Silvia giggles.

“y/n, are you okay?- oh hello you” his thick Dutch accent entering the room as he pokes her nose.

“yeah of course I am why?” you question him as you lead him into the living room (a little inspo x)

“you haven’t heard have you, oh god” he panics as he searches for his phone in his back pocket, he reaches out for silvia as he passes you his phone.

you couldn’t believe your eyes, but your lew he wouldn’t do this to you just thought you was just going through a rough patch, tears start to well your eyes as max comes and comforts you.

According to People magazine, Lewis and Shakira are getting to know each other better."They're having fun and masturbating," an exclusive source said.Representatives for both did not respond to the magazine.

Shakira was spotted in Miami Wednesday on a boat with the racer, not long after the two were seen running in to each other at a restaurant in the area. see photos..

you couldn’t believe what you was reading, was you so blind to it all?

you feel your throat closing up on you, “y/n breath, breath with me y/n/n” you hear max whisper in your ear, while holding your hand.

“what am I going to do” you hiccup as you look around your living room seeing the happy photos of yourself and you little family.

“hey let’s put the little one down yeah” max rough voice broke you through your thoughts, you both stood up and went to put silva down for the nap.

Max was like you brother, ever since you both had met you was inseparable,he was always around the corner to pick up the pieces for you, you and lewis had many fights over max, but you two was just like brother and sister.

an hour had passed by the time you had fully calmed down, the hard sobs turned into little sniffing onto George’s shoulders, and in that time the doggy carer had stoped by to drop off roscoe.

“I can’t stay here max, I feel suffocated in here” you soft voice broke out as you lifted you head up out of roscoes body, “you and Silvia can stay at mine, but you can’t hide away from him y/n, you have his daughter, you also have Spanish gp you can fly with me if you wanted to”

“yeah that would be great, thank you m”

you was almost ready to walk out of the door when lewis walked in, your bags by the door silva with max bopping up and down while he tried to get her to sleep.

“y/n?” Lewis voice rung out to you followed by a “max?” When he saw you both, “I’ll go wait in the car” max says while passing the little one to lewis when he reaches out for her, and putting your bags in the boot of his car.

“wait in the car?” Lewis ran over by what he said “I need to go lew” “is this about the photos?” he followed after you when you put you last things together.

"-it was not intentional, y/n, we were both drunk-" his voice broke, you freeze in your place, “so it was true”

"Was I not good enough, lewis ?" He stays quiet, eyes finding the carpet beneath his feet “was you daughter not good enough?” The anger you feeling boils in you.

"Don't you ever say that again" it's his turn to become angry. How dare she think that!? He loved you, and he still does, even though he cheated on you.

"But it's true, lew" you now has tears in you eyes and all lewis wants to do is pull you into his chest and tell her that it's not, that he loves her so much, but he doesn't do that, he just sits there and watches her full apart, all because of one? drunken mistake

“Your missing out on you daughters life lewis all because of this party lifestyle”

You sigh and wipes under your eyes "-let's take a break, yeah? So you can figure out what you want. I'm not letting go of all the effort I've put in the last years"

“I’m going to stay with max for a while, I’ll see you at the gp, I’ll bring silva and maybe you can spend time with her there”

lewis wipes his own tears and nods, he doesn’t need to think about what he wants, he knows what he want, his daughter and you.

you both say goodbyes with one last hug at both on your guys doorstep, tears leaving both of your eyes when you whispers goodbye in the corner of his neck.

“bye silv, I’ll see you soon yeah, daddy loves you” he says when you pull apart from him and presses a kiss on to her puffy cheek.

“I love you” lewis confesses after doing the same and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I love you”.

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lewishamilton: always you 2 ❤️

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[heavenisaplaceonearth-with-you]

OK OK STORY TIME

so there was this football game at school and i went to watch my little brother with K. then afterward our school won so they were doing this reception with pizza in the courtyard outside so i went naturally because i can't resist pizza and my old english teacher (the nice one let's call her E) and my old french teacher (let's call her V) were both there and came to talk to me when K went to go talk to his teacher bros (they go hiking together on weekends they're so funny).

so i told E i love her outfit and then she was saying she feels so over dressed like she always comes to these games in awesome outfits. and then V was telling her no no it's not you it's just that all the male teachers dress horribly they clearly haven't taken showers in weeks. and then E was like "that's true, except for [K]". and both V and i agreed bc K was looking fine as hell he was wearing jeans and a white button up shirt that was unbuttoned from the top (CHEFS KISS YALL)

then E was like "but honestly [K] could dress like anything and he'd still look great" and then she looks at me she's like "girl i keep forgetting you were my student i shouldn't say stuff like this in front of you" and i just laughed and i was like "no no don't worry!!" she's so bestie we go out for coffee sometimes. then V was like "i mean i shouldn't say it but i agree he is a very handsome man." (V is literally married)

AND THEN K COMES UP BEHIND US AND GOES "hey, what are we talking about?" AND WE ALL WENT SILENTTT I WAS BLUSHING SO HARD ALREADY AND THIS JUST MADE IT WORSE.

and E was like oh, nothinggg and then K put his arm around my shoulders and was like "it's fine, nastya will tell me, she's my little spy. right?"

*cue me trying ridiculously hard not to blush part 49975937*

i just said "sometimes" IDK WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY

and then he gave me this smirk and said "i'll get it out of you eventually. i'm good at that."

Y'ALL --- AND IN FRONT OF E AND V TOO

but they didn't see it as suspicious?? they just laughed.

then they just started talking about teacher stuff like when the quarter ends and parent teacher conferences and whatnot and the whole time THIS STUPID MAN keeps his arm around my shoulders while moving his finger in circles on my shoulder. GOD.

afterwards the coach was making a speech and all the boys were cheering and i decided to take my little brother out for ice cream bc bro carried the team he deserved it and i told K i'd see him tomorrow and he was like "you better"

I CAN'T WITH THIS MAN

[sebsbarnes]

heyyyy hope it makes sense when i explain for tan x reader. So reader and twins work together sometimes so are kind of friends in the field and she gets on really well with lemon and with tan too but they bicker a lot sometimes. Basically there is this get together thingy for ther organization or smth and lemon is quite sociable and talks with alot of people and tan is kinda quiet so is kinda bored when it comes to these things since lemon is just chatting to anyone so when reader and ladybug (cuz they're kinda work buddies) arrive to the party and reader sees tan just standing by himself she goes over to him and they just end up chatting and having a laugh (maybe a bit drunk) the whole night and lemon and ladybug are just laughing when its time to go and they are both getting along better than anyone thought possible. Its kinda detailed but i hope it makes sense :)))

hey!! ahh this is a good idea! and it made perfect sense to help me outline what to write, thank u!

new friends, new love || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

warnings: mentions of injuries , language, normal ole' bullet train stuff

word count: 1.3k+ ; fluff

masterlist

a/n: this is kinda dialogue heavy which normally isn't my style so eek i hope that's okay

"play nice," you hissed, "you still aren't in their good graces. you're lucky i'm friends with them so they didn't hunt you down after japan."

ladybug groaned at the force of your finger pointed in his chest, "yeah yeah," he dismissed you.

with that, you rolled your eyes and entered the building. it was a private event, a get-together really, thrown by the organizations that hire you out for contract jobs. a chance to network and meet some faces that you may not have seen in a while.

"there they are!" a voice yelled startling you and ladybug. coming at you was lemon with a wide grin on his face. he pivoted around and threw his arms over yours and ladybug's shoulders.

"always a pleasure, my dear," he said to you before turning to ladybug, "and i still want to rip your fuckin' head off, mate."

ladybug smiled sheepishly at lemon who then released you both from his grip. you diverted your attention to looking around the room. it was well-decorated and dimly lit. there was waitstaff walking around and offering refills on drinks. towards the bar was a long table piled with hors d'oeuvres. bosses you have had were chatting amongst themselves cracking jokes with one another.

and then there was tangerine. he had one foot propped up, leaning onto the high-top table. his thumb and middle finger holding onto the whiskey glass. he was far away from anyone else at the event and you could see he was scanning the room watching everyone interact with one another. his white button-down shirt and gold necklace hung low near the table with his hair free of any gel. when he made eye contact with you and found your feet carrying you to him.

"hiding out?" you teased.

tangerine tilted his head to the side at you. his eyes squinting just a bit with a charming smirk on his face, "caught me."

"i really don't remember johannesburg!" lemon belly laughed.

"well i sure do!" ladybug exasperated throwing his arms to the side, the drink in his glass spilt on his hand.

"oh! and then you almost killed my brother! so, seems like we are a bit even," lemon announced.

"will you always hold that over my head?"

"yes."

"oh god. if i didn't intervene on the bullet train i think we all would've died before the crash," you grumbled, remembering how much of an idiot ladybug had been to tangerine and lemon.

"yeah your little friend is lucky you had his back or there'd be a bullet between his eyes," tangerine replied, twirling the liquid in his glass.

"would you have done the same to me?" you asked and although you meant to sound joking it came out far more serious than you anticipated.

tangerine sucked the brown liquor between his teeth, "i'd never do anything to hurt you. i'd hurt myself before i'd hurt you."

lemon and ladybug barely took a breath since they started chatting and any poor soul that walked past them was sucked into some nonsensical conversation, trapping them for at least fifteen minutes. these guys could talk and talk and truthfully it was impressive.

"ha! who knew tangerine had a soft spot?" ladybug laughed, nodding his chin over to the wall you and tangerine were occupying.

lemon chuckled through his nose, a small smirk appearing on his face, "only for her."

ladybug harshly grabbed carver, who was now standing next to them, on the shoulder and shook him slightly, "thanks for bailing on kyoto so the lovebirds over there could meet. it's kinda like i'm cupid, right? i brought her with me on the mission and now she found love! i should journal about this."

ladybug continued to talk about how journaling has helped his inner peace and how his therapist thought his progress was improving rapidly so their sessions should be more spread out. though lemon was listening and throwing in the occasional 'yeah' or 'really?', his eyes were trained on tangerine who was fully engaged in the conversation with you. he found it amusing. only hours earlier tangerine had been whining and complaining about having to go and how he hated socializing. lemon drew his attention away as tangerine grabbed your arm.

"jesus, this is a bad cut," tangerine said in disbelief looking at a deep cut with angry scar tissue, "where are the people that did this to you?"

with a devilish grin you leaned towards his face, "six feet under."

tangerine sucked his cheeks in, lips pouted slightly. he was amused. the glint in your eyes as you refused to look away from him almost became unbearable. he just found you so enthralling and if he could he'd stand here all night talking to you, leaning against the wall till he became one with the paint.

you and tangerine had always bumped heads but never anything serious. you both could take the jokes thrown at the other and sometimes it moved into a weird grey area of flirting that neither of you minded. but things really did change on the bullet train when you saved tangerine's life. ladybug was going to shoot tangerine no matter what and even you couldn't change that, but, what helped was your piercing scream caused ladybug to slightly shift his aim when he fired the gun. the bullet still hit tangerine's neck though not as deep as it would've.

"you fucking idiot, ladybug!" you roared. the whole time on the train you wanted the four of you to work as a unit, but ladybug being as hardheaded as he was made it difficult.

"i thoug-,"

"go get the fucking girl. like i told you earlier," you cut him off now bringing your full attention to tangerine who was groaning in pain.

"i'm sorry. i know, i know this hurts but you can't fight me off. it's either i do this or you die and i really don't fucking want that," you told him sternly as you basically straddled his body to keep your hands pressed to his wound.

"l-lemon?" tangerine asked through heavy breaths.

"he's alive. he was passed out or something and i tossed him around to wake up so he's okay, okay? now you need to be also. for him... and for me."

"i don't think i ever properly thanked you for saving me," he pondered, accent thick.

"there's no need to... you would've done the same for me," you winked. you two lulled in the silence, sipping at your now watered-down drinks. you aren't sure why but you wanted to hold his hand, maybe it was the slight buzz from the drink, so you did. tangerine didn't pull away or ask you why. he was grateful for the dim lights in the room hiding the pink hue on his cheeks. he hoped you didn't feel how his hands were clammy with nerves but you did and made no mention of it.

"alright kids!," ladybug yelled, "let's head out!"

ladybug and lemon approached the two of you slightly swaying from the drinks they've consumed. tangerine went to pull his hand away but you didn't budge and squeezed his hand tighter. he looked at you with a shy smile and you flashed him a smile back.

"come on," you said using your other hand to pat his chest.

"we are getting food, you guys coming?" lemon slightly slurred.

tangerine peered at you, "of course."

the four of you exited the building and walked off to get food. lemon and ladybug seemingly put their rocky past behind them as they continued to toss jokes back and forth. maybe it was just the alcohol talking and tomorrow they'd wake up still displeased with the other. but tomorrow you and tangerine would wake up with the same fuzzy feeling in your stomachs that you have right now as your hands swung together, shoulders bumped, and shy smiles on your faces like you two were forbidden to be with the other and were sneaking off into the night.

[buzzyb33]

Hey can I request a KSI imagine where he's pissed off after he loses in his fight so we his gf take him back to our hometown and show him around and help him relax and by the end he's smiling again and proposes saying we make him the happiest xx

Really?

Prompt: in request so..

Warnings: swearing,

I sat at the front row of JJs match with Tommy fury next to Tobi, I leaned forward slightly and

JJ through the punches; I chewed my bottom lip as I watched.

Overall, just from watching him fight it seemed like he was going to win on defence and clean punches, I leaned forward and held my breath as the fight goes on.

I look over at Josh and Freya then back to the ring.

By the fifth round, I was pretty certain he was going to win.

I’d dressed all pretty tonight, I said I’d take him back to Brighton today, I was wearing a pair of black tight fitting jeans, white air forces, a black tube top and a white linen oversized button up shirt, non of the buttons up.

I inhale and lean in my seat as the announcer starts talking as the sixth round ends.

"he had more clear hits.. surely.."

I bite my lip as the announcer starts talking.

“By unanimous decision.. the winner of the match with KSI and Tommy fury.. is.. TOMMY FURY!!” He grins as half of the crowd cheer and half grumble- me included.

I zone out slightly as all the boys get up to congratulate JJ on his almost-win i stay seated.

Tonight I was taking him back to Brighton to meet my family for the second time, he’d been before but not really had the time to indulge it like I did growing up.

I see his eyes meet mine and I smile gently at him.

He half smiles back.

I sigh as Ethan, faith, Josh, Freya, Simon, Talia and Vikk head to the bar Tobi stays with me for a minute.

“Are you two doing something?” He asks as the cameras split between him and Tommy.

“We’re going down to Brighton to see my mom and brothers again, we’re staying for a day or two then coming back down for your video? And then I dunno.” I reply as I look at him and lean further into my seat.

Tobi nods and leans back as well.

“You looking forward to it?” He asks gently and I nod.

Out of all of JJ’s friends, me and Tobi got along best.

“Sentimental of such, you know? It’s nice having h-him in Brighton with me and for me, you know?”

Tobi nods and smiles.

I stand up and head around the back as our train is soon.

I scoot around the back and wipe my forehead, I walk ahead and slam into a tall man.

“Sorry-“ he cuts me off.

“And where do you think you’re going, little lady?” He asks, a rough British accent evident.

I look around and gulp.

“T-to see my boyfriend- we have a train- I’m sorry for bumping into you-“ he cuts me off again.

“And who’s your boyfriend?” He scoffs, snarling down at me.

“JJ-“ “nice try- out!” He takes my wrist and I start protesting.

“No- he is! I can show you videos and ph-“

“Y/n?” I look around and make eye contact with JJ, he sees the look on my face and walks over to me and the man.

“Is there a problem?” He says as he snatches my wrist out of his hand, he adjusted me behind him as he looked at the man, the two at similar eye levels.

“Uh- this girl was- trying to get in, I apologise for being rough-“ JJ scoffs.

“She was coming to get me, if you don’t mind- come on n/n.” He grumbles and gently pulls me with him to his changing room.

“Sorry about him.” He says as he sits down and wipes his face.

“Hm? Oh ‘s okay.. you fought great.” I smile and he smiles back.

“I’m gonna go shower then we’ll go to the station, okay?”

I smile and stand up, I hug his bare waist gently and kiss his lips.

He kisses me back and smiles.

He then goes into the door to the left and I sit down on my phone.

There’s a knock at the door a couple minutes later.

“Uh- mr. Olatunji?” A man asks as I open the door.

“Oh- uh- you’re Y/n? Is- mr Olatunji here?” He asks as he rubs the back of his neck.

This kid was no older than 21.

“He’s showering, you can tell me, what is it?” I smile gently and he smiles back just nervously.

“Yeah- your limousine is outside- so- yeah..” he says as he adjusts his blazer.

I look at him.

“What’s your name?” I ask and mean in the doorframe.

“What? Uh? Me? My name is- Aaron, sorry I’m just.. a bit nervous.” He says and exhales.

“That’s okay, what’s your job description?” I ask with a small smile.

“I’m an assistant of the manager to misfits- well one of the 4 assistants.” He says with a calmer tone.

I nod.

“Well thank you, Aaron, me and JJ should be ready soon, could you tell the drive to wait 15 minutes?” He nods as he walks off.

JJ gets out the shower and takes his shower cap off, putting in a button down white shirt and some black trousers.

I stand up and link my arm with his.

He smiles down at me.

“We’re going to see the boys quickly then go, Kay?” He asks as we leave his changing room and head up to the VIP bar.

We go up and he hugs his friends as I sit with talia and Tobi.

Later on, when we were in the limousine, we was talking quietly as I leaned into him.

“You okay, JJ?” I say softly as I hold his arm.

He nods.

I smile and he exhales.

When we got out of the limousine and into our private booth on the train he lay his head on my lap, and closed his eyes.

It was a 3 hour ride to Brighton so I couldn’t blame him.

I went on my phone and liked Twitter posts and replied to some, I replied to some emails and sorted out an interview I had later on in the month.

I sighed, feeling bad for JJ, he should of won the fight, he had the possession of clean hits, and already, it’d been circulating around Twitter how Tommy had paid.

I lean my head back and exhale.

I close my eyes and drift into sleep.

JJ woke me up around 2 hours later saying we were two stops away.

I smile and take note of his face.

“Come here…” I mumble and pull him into a hug.

He hugs me back tightly, inhaling my scent and nuzzling into my shoulder.

“I love you, n/n..” he murmurs into my shoulder and holds my waist tighter.

I smiled and hugged him tighter in return. “Awe.. I love you too..” I say in a soft tone back.

“You ready?”I ask as he nods.

When we get off the train we’re about an hour from sunset and I smile.

“I’ll show you around, yeah? Like.. where I used to go as a kid?” I pondered.

“Yeah.. okay.” He said as he kissed my forehead and stretched his arms above his head.

Growing up, my family was far from poor, but, my father wasn’t present he lived in the other side of Brighton, saw us for holidays and paid double the child support, along with still half the rent. And my mom being a nurse brought in money too so we basically lived on the sea front.

I showed him the pubs and parks I went too, the basic sight sees of the place and went to a late night Ice cream store.

I smiled as we walked along the almost empty pebble beach, the sun just setting.

“Did you enjoy what I showed you?” I questioned as I finish my ice cream and wipe my mouth.

I look up at him and he’s just smiling goofily.

“Yeah- yeah I did, it was.. a nice look into your life.. you know?” He smiles back.

I hum in response.

“By the way..” I say as I take my phone out of my pocket, letting go of his hand.

I turn to him “sorry about my brothers.. he was at my dads last time you came by, and same when my mother came down, so.. he’ll be very excited to meet you.”

I smile and he nods, bringing my face in his hands and kissing my gently.

I loosely wrap my arms around his neck and giggle.

I put my forehead on his shoulder as we pull away.

“I don’t think I deserve you, n/n..” he mutters quitely and kisses my forehead again.

JJ hasn’t said something that had made me flush in a while.

I feel my face heat up and smile.

“Don’t say that.. I don’t deserve you..”

I pull away and go to take a picture of the sunset.

I smile and turn back around to JJ but when I do, my voice gets caught in my throat.

He’s on one knee, he has a ring in between his index and thumb, a ring I’d gushed over a couple years ago in Ibiza, it had an intricate pattern, with a diamond in the middle which he’d replaced with a real one, it was almost on a pedestal.

I opened my mouth in an empty gasp.

“Y/n L/n, you’ve been by my side for almost nine years now, will.. you do me the honour of being my wife, me your husband, you make me the happiest man alive, so please, will you marry me?”

I stutter as tears prick at my eyes.

“JJ- really? Y-yes!” I squeal loudly as he stands up with a nervous laugh, still his iconic one.

I bring his lips to mine in an almost desperate passion.

He smiles into the kiss before deepening it.

I snake one arm around his neck and the other on his chest, getting on my tip toes.

He holds his arms on my lower back, the case of the ring still in his hand. as the sun keeps falling, encasing us in light darkness.

We pull away and he lets out his signature giggle, slipping the ring on my finger. I wipe my eyes.

I look back up at him and laugh.

I hug him again.

“I love you JJ…” I say in a smooth tone as I take his hand.

“I love you too..”

We walk to my childhood home and as I shut the door he’s swarmed by my three little brothers.

“You’re- oh n/n! You’re dating KSI??” He gasps as he stands up straight, looking into his eyes.

He laughs as my mother shoos them off.

“Y/n, JJ, nice to see you again.. there’s food in the microwave for you two but I’ll give you some.. time..” she says and as I look back at her she winks.

We head up to my childhood room and I k sit on my bed with him.

I tiredly lean my head against his shoulder and wrap my arms around his arm.

I close my eyes briefly.

He smiles and lays us both down, I nuzzle into his chest and close my eyes.

“N/n, ‘s okay if I tell the boys, yeah?”

I let out a hum in response And he nods, to presumably message the group chat of the troops that he’s engaged

I nuzzle and cuddle into him and fall asleep, he does too and we’re left in a tangle of tied limbs, sleeping with a beating chest and adrenaline pumped blood and flushed faces.

The fell asleep engaged.

A/n: I’m sorry for the delay, this was acting up for a bit so I had to finish it on the notes app 😭🙏🏽

Anyway that’s why there is a bigger gap between paragraphs half way through so..

Also! I’ll have the josh Fic out soon thank you for this request, please REQUEST MORE.

[knockoff-conlon]

albert pushes his hair back from his face again. he has too much hair. he'd cut it shorter if he didn't look awful with short hair. he usually just ignores the way it brushes his shoulder and gets in his face. "it's in my face again!" he shouts, smacking the edge of the sink. "finch!"

"yeah?" as the only two lagging behind for the evening pape, finch is walking around shirtless. albert stares only a little as finch enters the bathroom. "what are ya yellin' anbout?"

"my hair ain't looking good. fix it for me."

"say please." something about the way finch always makes him say please gets to him. makes him angry but also makes something in him jolt.

"please fix my goddamn hair, finch."

"i learned something new. might help your hair. can i try?"

"now you say please, finchly."

"i don't gotta say shit, al. you is askin' for my help, not the other way around." albert clenches his jaw.

"i'm gonna hit ya." finch grins.

"c'mere." albert heads to finch's bunk. "sit on the ground, right there." he does as he's told. finch sits behind him, hanging his legs over albert's shoulders. "sorry if it hurts."

"i like it when it hurts," albert says, a small smile on his face. "yous should know."

"i certainly do, red." he can't see what finch is doing, just feels yanking on his scalp. it's sharp and sudden every time.

"ow!" he shouts. he almost smacks finch's hands away from his hair. he's always been really particular about letting people touch his hair. it feels intimate and he hates that. only his mom used to and now finch does. his brothers do too, when they're trying to annoy him.

"shut up 'nd sit still!" finch snaps back. he leans down and gives albert a comforting kiss on the top of his head anyway.

"i ain't movin'!" he says defensively, crossing his arms. he lets finch do his work, hissing when he tugs particularly hard. he feels finch tie something into his hair and then start with the other half. "almost done?" he asks.

"yeah, yeah. gimme a second here." after a few minutes, finch ties something else in his hair. "go check yous hair in the mirror." he gets up fron the ground and goes to the bathroom to see. finch has worked his hair into two braids, held completely out of his face but for a single strand or so. "ya like it?" finch calls.

he looks pretty. something he's never really thought about himself.

"yeah! it looks-" he smiles. he doesn't smile a whole lot. "thanks." finch pokes his head into the bathroom, now with a half-buttoned shirt on.

"good, let's go! we's late!" finch grabs his shirt and pulls him out the doors of the lodging house. the distribution gates are crowded and loud. albert shoulders past everyone and joins jack and specs at the front.

"jackie, specs," albert greets.

"ay, what's with your hair?" specs asks.

"finch did it," he replies. "why, you got an issue with it?" specs grins at him. "shut up."

"yeah, looking good, red," jack says, grinning. "i think i finally got what finch likes about ya." albert rolls his eyes, stepping forward to get his papes. he sits on the edge of the little wooden walkway. finch stands on the ground beside him, looking over his shoulder at the pape.

"your hair looks pretty," he says finally, laying his cheek against albert's shoulder.

"thanks." albert smiles down at him.

[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (8)

My bikini has never gotten as much use as it does here. It seems like the only appropriate thing to wear, with the sun beating down as it does, even for activities that are decidedly not water-based. Like now, as I follow behind Venetia, her copy of Harry Potter and a water bottle tucked under my arm. 

The grass grows steadily rougher and taller as we get further from the house, and begins to scratch at my ankles. “And it’s just a field?” I ask. 

Venetia rolls her eyes, looking back over her shoulder to me. “It’s tradition, Evie. Everyone that comes here for the summer has to participate. No exceptions.”

“It’s just a little weird, right?” I ask. “Getting naked just to sit in a field?”

“You’re telling me you’re not curious at all about what Ollie’s hiding under his shorts?” She says. 

“Not really.” I say, honestly. 

“Farleigh then?” She says, teasing. 

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “No.”

I can tell by her grin that she doesn’t believe me at all. 

As soon as we reach the edge of the real field, the line where the grass reaches my thighs, Venetia starts to strip, untying the strings of her bikini and letting the bits of fabric fall to the grass. A little ways into the tall grass, Felix and Farleigh’s heads can just be seen, Farleigh’s sunglassed eyes pointed in our direction. 

When Venetia’s fully undressed, she takes her book and the bottle from me, and traipses into the grass. Nerves flare up as I start to undress, trying to ignore the eyes in the grass, watching. I let my top drop first, and then the bottoms, and then quickly make my way into the grass, finding a spot between Venetia and Farleigh, just like the dinner table seating. 

“You have a tattoo.” Farleigh says. 

It forces me to look at him, and I steadfastly look at his face and not any lower. “I do.” I’d sort of forgotten about it, considering that it’s not usually out in the open, hidden away on my hip. It’s small - a little set of plastic vampire teeth. 

“What’s it for?” He asks. 

“Halloween.” I admit, a little shamefully. “It’s my favorite holiday.”

On my other side, Venetia laughs. “So American.”

I make myself more comfortable, and bring my sunglasses down from my hair and back where they belong. It’s weird - but I’m not the only one that’s naked, and it’s a good opportunity to get rid of my tan lines. Venetia dives back into Harry Potter, seemingly unbothered by the nakedness. I can’t wrap my head around the dynamic between her and Felix - I would never want to see my brothers naked, much less willingly. 

As subtly as I can, I turn, and take a peek at Farleigh from behind my sunglasses. I can’t help that he’s hot - a bitch, sure - but undeniably hot. Long, lean and gorgeously brown, he’s ridiculously my type - something I’d been missing at Cambridge. Something about being one of the most prestigious schools in England seems to make the student body so… boring. Classic, some would say, but the same Ralph Lauren polo and sweater combination gets tired after a while. 

Still, I’m not sure if I like him. He really is a bitch, for lack of a better word. The way he talks to Oliver, to Pamela - about Venetia, last night on the steps outside - is just plain mean. I can’t know what goes on in his head, but the way he’s so outspoken to Oliver and Pamela, and the way that he so aggressively questioned me last night - he called me a guard dog, but I could just as easily use that on him. Fierce towards outsiders, and barely rewarded for it. 

The rest of this house, eccentric as they are, fall easily into patterns. Farleigh is the one I can’t understand. 

My thoughts are broken by Venetia’s voice. “We’re over here, Ollie!”

Felix perks up as well. “Hi mate!”

I shift, propping myself up on an elbow to get a look at him. “Hey.”

Farleigh stirs, an amused grin coming over his face. “No trunks allowed in the field.”

I expect Oliver to balk, considering how he wears his shirts buttoned all the way to the top, but he strips with almost no hesitation, and continues on his way over to where we’ve camped out in the bush. My eyes widen.

“Well well well.” Farleigh says, still amused, but now in a different way. 

“Leave him alone.” Felix says, gesturing for Oliver to come sit by him. 

“Good for you.” Farleigh says, and then tips his head towards me. “What a twist.”

“I know.” I say, keeping my voice low enough that hopefully only Farleigh and Venetia can hear me. I turn to look at Venetia, peering over the top of my sunglasses with a knowing look. 

“Stop it.” She hisses, shooting me a sharp look, and then flicking her eyes toward Farleigh, turning my implication back around on me. 

I roll my eyes, and move my sunglasses back into place. I hate that she’s right.

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[ladylooch]

Does Mack ever get jealous over David

Say like Mack is stringing David along and he is over it bc he wants to be with her but she won’t admit she wants to be with him

So he either goes on a date and mack sees or mack runs into him at the bar with his hands on another woman’s back.

A/N: David doesn’t go on a date or see anyone after him and Mack meet. Not because he feels loyalty to Mack, but he is done hooking up in New York, so he is taking a break from the apps and dating scene. Then he charms the pants of Mack and off they go. But, let’s still take a little spin into her jealous green monster.

Over the top of her wine glass, Mackenzie Hischier stalks David Carlson’s every move. It’s the end of March, well after her and David have established their fuck buddy relationship. That’s all they are. All they will ever be. And yet, a red hot monster claws through Mack’s chest as she watches David laugh with an event attendee. He pours more water into her glass, then says something that makes the whole table laugh. Her eyes squint tighter. 

“Ugh he looks so fucking fine tonight.” Lucie moans next to her. “Just wanna get him into a closet and have my way with him.” 

“Ew.” Mack wrinkles her nose, then peels her gaze off her friend to her sister.

“Look at him!” Lucie gestures with her wine glass over to her husband. Mack looks at her brother in law. He is in dress pants, a button up shirt, and a blue apron like the rest of them. His hair is shorter after a recent hair cut and stubble lines his face. Sure, he looks good, but he doesn’t look like the sex on legs walking around the opposite table. Mack shrugs.

“Looks like an idiot to me.”

“Ugh. You’re the fucking worst.” Lucie slaps Mack’s hip. 

“Why would you want me to say your husband is hot? That is weird.” Lucie deadpans at her, then rolls her eyes as exaggerated as Mack has seen in a while.

“I’m going to go lure him away. Stay here.”

“Ooookay.” Mack shrugs, settling back into her chair as Lucie wanders off. She pulls her phone out of her purse, finding an email on her lock screen from her editor, asking her to approve her latest article, including pictures, before print tomorrow afternoon.

Mack scrolls to a few main portions of the article she wants to double check after edits. A metal pitcher of water comes into view, filling up her water glass. A crips, piney scent dances up her nostrils. She raises her gaze away from her phone, seeing David standing next to her, smirking. 

“Hi Mackncheese.”

“Hi.” She smiles briefly then looks back at her phone.

“Been thinking about you.” Mack feels her cheeks flare pink at his openness. She gnaws on her bottom lip, continuing to scroll. David sets the pitcher on the table to rest. “Can’t stop thinking about our last night together.” Mack’s eyes widen, cheeks getting redder. “Best night I’ve had in a long time.”

“David, please.” She mutters. “People might be watching.”

“So? I don’t care.”

“I care.” She snips, giving him a look with her annoyed brown eyes.

“You embarrassed to be seen with me?” He jokes. “I’m on my best, city boy behavior, honey.” She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I don’t want our cover blown.”

“By who?” He gestures to her empty table.

“I don’t know, but if you ever want to be between my thighs again, you should probably start to care.” He chuckles, that low chuckle that makes Mack’s insides swirl and knot together. He seems confident he will end up there again whether he cares or not about her feelings.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Going home.” She says pointedly. 

“You gonna invite me over?”

“No. Looks like you might be busy anyway.” She gestures across the carpet covering the ice to the table he was laughing with. David raises his gaze, then laughs, genuinely. 

“Honey, I am not here cougar hunting.” He snorts. “I’m here raising money for the kids.” 

“Okay.” Mack looks away.

“Hischier, be careful. You almost sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.” She spits at him. “Do or don’t do whatever you want. I don’t care.” She snatches her purse up, tossing her phone back in. “Have a good night.” She tries to move around him, but he puts an arm in front of her. His long fingers clutch her hip, tugging her so their sides press together. He leans down to whisper in her ear. 

“Later tonight,” he moves her hair away from her ear so he can lean down closer to her and whisper quietly. “When I am holding you down here.” He touches the back of her neck for a moment with his fingers. “And you’re losing control on my cock, you’ll realize you have nothing to worry about.” Mack’s eyes close. A minuscule moan slides from between her parted lips. He strokes a thumb along the edge of her neck, then drops his hand completely. His other hand releases her hip and he walks away, towards a female voice who is calling his name.

Mack follows him with her gaze. Warmth fills every crevice of her body. Her eyes dip, taking in his tight ass in his grey dress pants. She bites her lip, then sighs dreamily heavily.

“He wouldn’t do it.” Mack practically jumps to the rafters of MSG when Lucie pulls in next to her with a huff. “He really turned me down! The man who vowed to take care of me forever.” She snatches her glass of wine she left behind from the table. “Liar.”

“Weird. It’s like he takes being a captain of an NHL team seriously.” Mack clears her throat, then takes a sip of the water David poured for her. Lucie’s eyes drift behind Mack to David, ignoring her realistic comment.

“He seems ready for fun tonight. Quite the charmer as per usual. I don’t understand how he is still single.” Lucie’s eyes go to her sister’s and immediately roll again at whatever look she perceives to be there. “I know you hate him, but he is actually quite a catch.” Mack purses her lips together, making her dimples more pronounced in her cheeks.

“I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it, Luc.” 

[capnjaket]

The Opposite of Lost - Chapter One

The Opposite of Lost

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female OC

a/n: So this is my first fic ever, and I’m super nervous to post but here goes :) It’s set in highschool and will be nothing more than fluff, I’m sorry if that upsets you. Although I love and respect our incredible smut writers, I am unfortunately not one of them :( Anyway, back to the story. The premise is ‘new girl with secrets meets sweet boy’ - very sappy and overdone but whatever. If you like John Denver, I can promise great things for you in this fic ;) This story is a complete slow burn told mostly by Josh’s pov after the first chapter. Also, I’m Aussie so if I get anything wrong to do with American slang, school or spelling please forgive me! I hope you enjoy :)

We will reach a bit of domestic abuse in a few chapters so please be cautious!

Word Count: 4.5k

Chapter One

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I caught sight of a pair of dungarees ahead in the trail, and watched carefully as she walked barefoot towards us. I looked to the ground for a moment while she came close, not wanting to stare, though I turned my head to her as she passed with a shy smile.

“I swear she’s always here when we are,” I whispered to Jake once she was out of earshot. “It’s almost like she’s following us.”

“I guess.” Jake said absentmindedly, continuing up the hill. But I turned to watch her for a moment, squinting to see her track off the side of the trail and disappear into the woods. My sudden urge to follow her was interrupted by Jake looking back from a ways in front, “Someone in love over here?” At that, I ran back uphill to shove my brother.

We saw her a bunch that week, though I seemed to be the only one to notice the way she was always going off the trails, or how she would be sitting on a boulder on the next hill over when we reached the summit of our usual trail.

I had finally convinced my brothers to explore beyond the trails, and we’d decided to go into the valley that was surrounded by a loop hiking track so we’d be able to find our way out easily. As we reached the ridge, I spotted a clearing around the middle of the valley along the riverbed.

“That’s gotta be our goal,” Sam said, pointing exactly where I was looking. We all grinned in agreement before setting off with a joyful huff.

*❀。• ₊°。Rosemary

Shedding my overalls and crop top, I plunged into the chilly river water in my bikini. I swam a little around the river pool and ended up wading right to the small waterfall where I sat on my special little rock, just as I had everyday since I moved here. It was so perfect here, the waterfall singing its everlasting song while I sat in the sun, just warm enough to tolerate the sprinkle of water from the waterfall. The wash of sound was able to fade out the distant calls and laughter I heard earlier, presumably from the three boys I passed once again today.

I furrowed my brows as that laughter seemed to come back, and upon realisation, my head snapped across to those very boys peeking through the tree line. “Woah,” The tallest said, standing still at the side of the river, far from the waterline, “Guess we’re not the first to find this place after all Jake.” Concerned and confused looks plastered their faces. “Should we go up to her? Maybe we should leave..” he asked.

“Dude no! I didn’t hike all this way for nothing!” ‘Jake’ said

“Well what do we say?” The first retorted.

“It’s not like we have to ask permission!” I chuckled at their bickering.

“It kinda feels like we do… she did find it fi—”

“Are you boys going to swim or did you just plan on standing there all day?” I yelled, putting them out of their misery. I took a good look at the three, the first, a long haired boy with his shirt buttoned so low it seemed to have no purpose; the second, a lankier tall one that looked younger in the face than the other two, and the last, with similar features to the first, but with short curly hair, who I hadn’t seen look away from me the second he entered the clearing. Nor had he uttered a single word to the other two. He was grinning at my call; enough, in fact, to show his dimples, while the others looked at me in shock. Cute I thought.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I was in awe from the moment I left the trees. I don’t think I have seen a more beautiful scene in my entire life. The glistening water was beautiful. The waterfall across the rocks was beautiful. And she was beautiful. She was bronzed by the sun, brown hair shiny and slick as she sat on a rock, revealing her soft face, spare of makeup. She looked so natural, one with the gorgeous world around her.

She started swimming over towards us as we stripped to our shorts and started getting in.

“Nice spot you’ve got here.” Jake said, slipping into the water.

“Why thank you! And who may you be my trespassing friends?” She said with a smile.

“I’m Jake.”

“And I’m his bro Sam!” Sam said as he jumped into the water straight on top of Jake.

“I’m Rose.” She said, laughing as they continued brawl. “And you are?” She turned to look up at me with her hand out to shake.

“Jo—” Just as I took her hand she tightened the grip and yanked me into the water. I rose to the surface in shock, but when I looked at her I couldn’t help smile at her giggling. “Josh. Joshua Michael Kizska.” I said finally after she calmed down a bit.

“Well in that case I’m Rosemary June Finch. Pleased to meet you Joshua.” Rosemary replied.

“And you Rosemary.” I returned. We held a beat of eye contact, the moment softened by our smiling eyes.

“Come with me, I’ll show you guys the jumping spot!” She widened her grin as she cocked her head toward the waterfall before swimming over to the edge. I looked into blank space for a moment as she dipped beneath the water until my vision was occupied by Jake, who had a smirk plastered on his face as he looked at me, shaking his head.

After we’d each had our share of jumping off the small waterfall cliff and swimming around, we settled on the rocks to bathe in the afternoon sun.

“You must be new in town Rosemary, I’ve never seen you before. And you look around our age?” I started.

“Yeah, I moved here at the start of summer break, and I’m turning eighteen this year.” She replied.

“I can’t believe we’ve been hiking here for our entire lives and never found this place, and you’ve been here for literally two months and you seem to know the place like the back of your hand.” Jake said, furrowing his brows.

“About time you come off-the-beaten-track then.” Rosemary laughed.

“So are you in like, school or something?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah I’ll be in senior year at Frankenmuth High school this year.”

I sat straight upright from laying flat on the rock. “No way we’re in senior year there too!” I said, motioning to Jake and I.

“You’ll have to show me the ropes then.” Rosemary said with a warm smile.

We each rambled on about the high school experience for a while, trying to warn Rosemary about some of the teachers and students until we were satisfied that she wouldn't die on her first day. Then, we all laid on our backs, listening to the waterfall and the afternoon wind in the trees.

“I gotta tell you Rose, it’s pretty brave to come out here alone and all,” Jake said after a while.

“Oh, I didn’t come alone, don't worry! I brought Jack with me.” She replied, a mischievous smile growing on her face as she turned to shuffle through her bag as everyone sat up.

“Who’s Jack?” Sam said, as we all started looking around for some other person while she pulled out something from her bag.

“Captain Jack!” I turned to see her holding a small hunting knife, removing it from its sheath. A chorus of ‘woah’s and shocked huffs erupted as us boys leaned back a little. “He’ll get me out of trouble. Haven’t had to use him yet, I don’t think I ever will though.” She said as she twirled the thing in her hand, before tossing with a spin and catching it skilfully.

“Any particular reason you didn’t feel like using it on us?” I asked.

“I’ve seen you all heaps along the trails. I know you brawl, but none of you would hurt a fly.” She laughed, placing it back into her bag. We all smiled, seemingly glad to have that thing out of sight. “I think we’d better get moving if you guys want to get before dark. I’ll show you my path back.” We all agreed, putting on our clothes over our mostly dry swimwear before setting off up the hill, following Rosemary’s lead. She was quite mesmerising to watch; bare feet treading carefully as she dragged her hands on some of the leaves and tree stumps she passed. Her eyes were focused, looking ahead for the familiar landmarks that told her she was going the right way, and sweetly, she would often look back with a tiny, upturned lip and bright widened eyes to check that we were all following all right. Once we’d reached the main trail to the carpark she hung back, letting my brothers walk in front, leaving me to naturally fall in step with her.

After a little while of silence, I finally built up the courage to speak. “You should come walk with us next time we’re all around. It’s nice to have some different company for a change. You’re cool.”

“I think you’re cool too, and I will definitely see you all again. I’m here most days, so we’re bound to see each other at some point… but I can give you my number if you want to actually set up a time and place?” She said, motioning to her bag.

“Sure. But my phone’s in the car, can I give you mine instead?” She nodded, reaching around and pulling out an old flip phone.

“I know it’s old, but I don’t really need it for anything but texts or calls you know? If it ain’t broke!” She explained while I put in my number and name as ‘Joshua’ and texted ‘:)’ to my phone.

“No I think it’s great,” I said, passing the phone back. “I don’t even know where my phone is half the time… they’re just soul sucking little machines you know, I don't what it near me.” She smiled as I gestured wildly in the air to express my disdain.

“Exactly!” She laughed.

“Anyway, you’ll have to show us some other cool spots around here off-trail. I’m sure you’ve found some. That is, if you’re willing to share.” I pouted a little as I spoke, jokingly.

“I can and I will. Their beauty is too beautiful not to share. Besides, they’ve been hidden long enough, and I’m sure they are sick of me.” She turned to look me in the eye.

“Trees can’t get sick of you!” I said with a furrowed brow and a lopsided smile. How could anyone get sick of you?

“Look around Joshua, Everything’s living! Maybe they have hearts and minds and souls too.” She said, admiring the nature around her with a concerned look before our eyes connected once again. Then, we just continued walking happily. I adored the way she viewed the world.

“See ya rose!” Sam waved as we reached the car park.

“Nice meeting you. Until next time.” Jake saluted.

I smiled. “I’m glad we met Rosemary. I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye Sam! Bye Jake!” She yelled to the others. “Bye Joshua. I’m glad I met you too.” And at that we both grinned before parting ways.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I decided not to text her that night. As much as I was excited to see her again and make plans, I didn’t want to freak her out. I had a feeling it would happen naturally. And it did. A couple of days later, we went out late one afternoon once Jake finished work at the record store. I noticed her car in the parking lot as we pulled in. We walked one of the shorter tracks since it was pretty late, and as we reached the summit of the track, I felt a bit discouraged that we would find her. We looked around at the view for a while, enjoying the way the wind was a bit stronger and cooler up where the clearing for the summit was. I felt deflated as I couldn’t see her anywhere around us, but just as we started to leave, I felt my phone ring in my pocket. I took it out - it was Rosemary.

“Rosemary?” I said as I pulled the phone to my ear, hoping I was loud enough that my brothers would figure out what was going on.

“Nine o’clock” She said.

“What?”

“Check your nine Joshua.” Rosemary chuckled. I turned around to my left, darting my eyes across the valley and back down the track a bit, but I couldn’t see anything. At my sudden change of direction, the boys were looking too. “Now look up.” 

And there she was. Sitting on a high branch of a tree about thirty yards along the path, waving straight at us. We had walked straight underneath her not five minutes ago. She had her camera out, snapping a photo of our shocked faces staring up at her. Rosemary wore her signature blue-jean overalls today along with a white strapless top, she was leaning against the trunk with one leg propped up and the other hanging down.

“You are wild Rosemary June.” I yelled as we ran to her.

“Well I’ll try to be rabid next time!” She said between fits of laughter, carefully climbing down the tree to meet us. “You should have seen your faces!”

“Yeah yeah,” Jake rolled his eyes, “Should we go sit on magnet rock? I think we’ve got time.”

‘“Sure.” “Yep.” “Sounds good!”’ We all replied.

We walked for about ten minutes until we reached the rounded-horseshoe shaped boulder, sitting down in the bowl of it like a couch.

“Explored anywhere else in Frankenmuth so far Rose?” Jake asked as he laid back on the warm surface.

“Nothing past the grocery store to be honest.” She said, “I can’t seem to stop coming here!”

“Then I think we should show you around a bit. Starting Saturday.” Jake stated.

“If you’re free.” I added.

“That I am!” She smiled, “What’s the plan then?”

“Well, we’re playing at the old pub at seven, so If your parents allowed it, we thought you might like to come and watch. Thats one spot in town crossed off the list!” I said.

“Excuse me, if you’re playing pool at a bar I would certainly be playing too, not watching!” She said, eyeing each of us as we tried to conceal our laughter. “What’s so funny? I’ll have you know I have a lot of pool experience.”

“It’s not pool we’re playing Rose, it’s music. We’re in a band.” Jake spoke carefully as we all searched her eyes for some sort of dismissive thought. But her eyes lit up instead.

“Really?” we nodded. “That’s so cool! What kind of music do you play?”

“You’ll have to find out on Saturday!” I announced.

“What about the instruments? Can't you at least tell me that?”

“Mmm.. now that you mention it, I think we'll keep that one a surprise too.”  I replied.

She looked at me with this pouty smile and low-lidded eyes that told me she didn’t mind our bickering.

❀。• *₊°。Rosemary

I walked into the old bar expecting to see the usual Saturday-night crowd for a place like this, but I was shocked instead to see a very large gathering of people, filling the space and favouring the far right corner where I could see a small stage. Wow, okay. These guys must be good. The whole town was basically here, and I was suddenly feeling a bit strange about knowing them. Nonetheless, I ordered a mule from the bar and watched from the only free stool as they started setting up. To my surprise the bartender didn’t mix a virgin mule, he gave me a real one - but I didn’t say anything. Each of the boys were lit up with excitement, and it was wonderful watching them focus on their gear and talking to one another — they were in their element. There was a boy I didn’t know sitting behind the drum kit, which was where I expected Sam to be, but when Sam slid the strap of a bass over his head, it made sense. Still, I wasn’t expecting a four-piece. So as Jake grabbed the electric guitar from behind him, I was shocked to see Josh walk up to the mic stand, twisting a few knobs while looking at the crowd.

He finally met my eyes after a while of looking around and gave me the widest grin I’d seen from him yet. I shot one back with a small wave and he just winked. I was completely giddy to hear them perform now, he was so confident and happy.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I’d never been this nervous for a performance before. I told myself it was because of a large crowd, but once I spotted Rosemary sitting at the bar, I fatefully accepted the fact it was her making me nervous. She was wearing a white mini tee with a patterned vest overtop, and blue jeans that flared just enough at her boots. She was so cool. What if she doesn’t like it? I thought.

That question shuffled aside the longer I stared at her, because I was excited to perform for her, and because she too looked excited — and… maybe a bit nervous? I sent her a wink to be sure while I finished up fiddling with my mic.

❀。• *₊°。Rosemary

I continued to watch Josh as he turned and put his hand on Jake’s shoulder to whisper something in his ear. Jake looked up with surprise and immediately found me and waved. Sam saw him looking and sent me rock horns as they all got into their places.

The opening riff of ‘Layla’ by Derek and the Dominoes played and I watched as the room came alive. Jake and Sam were shredding it, the drummer was bringing the energy and pounding a beat I could feel in my heart, and Josh — His voice was just something to behold. As a whole they were completely captivating, each born to be onstage and radiating their love in this form. Mid way through the song, Sam left his Bass and sat at the keyboard and started playing the piano section of the song, which they all quietly joined in on to create a vamp below Josh’s speaking.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our show tonight, it’s great to be here with you and to bring you love, peace, and music, I’m Josh, behind me here is Danny,” He said, motioning to the boys, “Up here is Sam, and Jake. We’ll be playing some you know, and some we’ve written, and we hope you enjoy. We are Greta Van Fleet.” He spoke clearly but fast into the mic with barely a pause in the entire speech, and was finally interrupted by a strike of Jakes guitar just as he finished the word ‘fleet’.

“Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move,

Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove,”

Josh suddenly erupted into singing ‘Black Dog’ from Zeppelin IV. If I thought his voice was incredible before I didn’t even have the words to describe it now. Their set was thrilling, from Joplin to Cream, they had the 60s and 70s covered which the audience clearly appreciated. There was not a soul in the venue who wasn’t mouthing the words, singing along, bopping their heads or tapping their foot. They finished on an original which Josh introduced as ‘Safari song’. Josh hadn’t looked at me at all during their set until now, smiling into the lyrics of the song and making eye contact every now and then. I couldn’t help but smile back, and ‘Safari song’ was instantly my favourite song of the night. 

“Thank you!” Josh yelled into the mic, eliciting a powerful applause peppered with shouts and whistles as the boys walked off stage. I decided to stay at the bar for a while and let them be, as they were bombarded by old friends and the like to congratulate them on their performance the second they were off the stage. The boys finally found their way to me after talking to basically every single person in the room. Josh immediately pulled me into a tight hug as soon as I stood.

“Hi” he whispered

“Hi” I giggled back. We pulled apart and I went on to hug his brothers and shook hands with their drummer, who introduced himself as Danny.

“You guys were amazing!” I exclaimed as we turned back to the bar for drinks.

“Really? It wasn’t too… I don’t know, old?” Josh asked, looking quite unsure.

“Are you kidding? I knew every word!” he raised his eyebrows, and the boys all looked at me.

“Even Safari song?” Josh broke out in a grin.

“You know what I mean. Play me some Zeppelin and I’m hooked.”

“Well we’re glad. We would have had to give up a really fantastic swimming hole if you didn’t like it.” Jake nudged me on the shoulder.

“You guys are weird.” I said, raising my glass and taking a sip to hide my smile.

The other boys ordered their soft drinks and mock-tails while Josh sat down next to me, eyeing my drink. “Whatcha got there Rosemary?” He said, grabbing the almost empty glass before I could stop him. He smirked cheekily, taking a sip. Josh’s face fell and his eyes almost bugged out of his head, looking back and forth from the drink to me. I slowly pushed a finger to my lips with a knowing glance, trying not to laugh. I folded as he chugged what was left in the glass, and we both laughed at ourselves, eliciting confused looks by the other boys.

“Hey can I get two more of these man?” I said to the bartender with all the confidence I could. Josh couldn’t hold himself together, looking away from the bar to hide his face. The bartender mixed the drinks and placed them in front of us.

“Only one more though, understand? Otherwise I'll tell your mother Kiszka.” He looked serious, but winked at us nonetheless.

“Let’s play pool!” Sam said, and we all followed.

“Get ready to have your ass beat, Jake!” I said.

“We’re not on the same team? Fine, then I get Danny.” Jake retorted.

“H-hhem - We come as a package deal.” Sam said, putting his arm around Danny.

“Ugh Fine.”

I turned to Josh. He was already grabbing us some cues, one of which he threw to me. “Joshua you better be good at this.”

“Have a little faith will ya?” he said, focusing on chalking his cue.

Jake set down the balls and the game began. We were collectively mediocre at playing, though Danny and I seemed to have the upper hand. Jake and Josh were all talk, yelling loudly or saying something right as the other would go to strike. And Sam was hopeless, spending half the time groaning with his head in his hands after aiming at literally nothing and barely hitting the cue ball.

Near the end, we realised we were pretty even, and anyone could win - and it suddenly became the most competitive game of pool I’ve ever played. Snarky comments and celebratory cheers were made play-by-play, and it felt like the world was going to end every time Josh or I missed.

It finally got to a point with one of each ball type left on the table, and it was my turn, meaning I could win the game if I sunk our striped ball. I took a swig of my drink, leaning down low on the table to investigate my options. Josh put his arm around me, coming down to my level to whisper in my ear.

“You got this Rosemary you can win it, I know you can. Are you gonna hit that left there and bounce it off the wall?” As serious as our faces were, I was giddily enjoying this soft moment up close with Josh. I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Yeah but I don’t know if I can do it.” I replied.

“Nah its easy you’ve got it” He stayed low as I moved my cue into position. The other boys were on the opposite end of the table, holding each other and bending down to our level as well. They looked terrified.

“Nervous Rose?” Jake yelled, making them all chuckle.

“Never.” I said, my eyes never leaving the ball. I could hear Josh laughing lightly into my shoulder at my smart-ass response as I took the shot.

It hit perfectly and our winning ball rolled right into the hole below the boys, their heads following it in amazement. They looked up at us in shock before crumbling, dragging their hands down their faces, hitting them on the table and angrily groaning in disappointment.

Josh and I turned and screamed at each other in joy and danced around wildly, then hugged a long, tight embrace. It was warm and unapologetic. Maybe it was the three drinks I had but this was the best hug I’d had in a long time.

Once everyone had settled down, we finished our drinks and decided to head out, so we all grabbed the kit from onstage and started loading it into the back of their van. 

“Okay that's everything, we’ll walk you to your car Rose.” Oh shit. It was just then that I realised I really shouldn’t drive myself home. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at Josh, and he seemed to have made the same realization. Jake looked at me with concern. “Do you want a lift home instead?” He asked.

I had to think for a moment - I knew I shouldn’t drive, but it was rude of me to ask for a lift home when as far as they were concerned, I didn’t need it. After a while I reluctantly nodded to Jake. We walked to their car and Jake started getting in the passenger seat, waiting for Josh to get into the driver's side.

“I can’t drive Jake I’m too tired.” He said as he rounded the truck to push Jake across the bench seat towards the wheel.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake shoved Josh in the shoulder and got situated, starting the car. I tried to conceal my laugh as Josh glanced back at me.

I quietly gave directions as we drove through the town. Once we arrived on my street, I said “Here's fine,” making Jake pull up.  I hopped out and stood at their open passenger window. “Thanks for a great night guys, can’t wait to hear you play again.” I said, smiling at everyone.

“Thanks for coming Rosemary.” Josh gave me a knowing glance with a bit of cheekiness to it.

“Bye Rose!”

“Bye!”

I hit the roof of the van before standing back to watch them drive off.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I watched in the side mirror as Rosemary walked down the street a bit; sitting down on the porch of one of the houses instead of going inside. Strange.

[outoutdamnspark]

Emmet: WHAT HAPPENED TO COVER ‘EM UP SLUT?

Ingo getting absolutely tied up by us for devouring later because titties:….it seems my memory is failing hisui left me very disoriented

Emmet: YOU LYING BI-

SHEUFHSEHGUDZH!!!!

INGO'S JUST!!! SO CASUAL ABOUT BEING TIED UP!!!! 🤣 Pre-Huisui he would have been a blushing, stuttering mess, but after going through all that he's so much more comfortable with his own body - even the scarring (love a man with scars, I wanna kiss em! 😩) since it's a reminder of what he's survived. He's little ashamed of them right at first, but once he overcomes that anxiety and finally just goes "fuck it" to his insecurities, he's able to embrace his body in its entirety.

And then he's unstoppable.

You think Emmet knows how hot he is? Ingo's got him beat.

Emmet is loud and unapologetic about how gorgeous he is and doesn't hesitate to strut his stuff - which he absolutely should do, that man is stunning. Ingo, on the other hand, makes it look effortless. He wears muscle shirts so tight they look like they're painted on, and either those baggy sweatpants that just make you wanna pull them down with your teeth, or slacks so bespoke they should be illegal, paired with button-up shirts one deliberate size too small. Those buttons are holding on for dear life, that fabric is straining under the glory of Ingo's post-Hisui ta tas. Mind the yellow line now, passengers, don't get distracted and fail your safety checks~

In the summer, when the weather is too hot and gross to even go outside, he aaaaabsolutely has at least four pairs of booty shorts to swap between. Man has so much cake he's practically the whole damn bakery. Snack and a half.

And he walks around in his titty-licous tank tops like he has no idea he's rearranging everyone's sexuality! When in fact he smugly revels in the way people walk into lamp posts as he passes by. So much tit. So much ass.

Emmet is murderous - how dare his brother go from "cover them up slut" to "art thou nasty"?!

[btsvbeautifullover022]

What will your first night with Kim Taehyung be like

Taehyung x readers

Warnings: sex and dirty words also cumming

This is for: ladies readers

The first time you met Taehyung he was your student for a week and after 7 months he became your boyfriend he is 19 years and you are 23 years

It was your first time at his place and you were very nervous but he wanted to sleep in the same bedroom as you and you didn't understand

"You're confusing me" you said and looked at tae he says

"In simple words I'll be sharing room with u"

You asked "D-do you mean u want to share a room with me...?"

Tae Nods his head to answer your question

You say "oh ok..." and he says "If u don't want to I'll not force"

you played with your fingers nervously and

Taehyung looks at your fingers then up at you and started getting closer

You said "I never shared a room with a boyfriend or a boy before so that's why...I feel a little nervous"

he asked "so are u virgin?" and

you shyly nod your head to reply his question he

keeps getting closer you then

Pins you on wall

"how about i do something then?" He said and you replied

"W-what are you going to do?"

He said "the thing i can do as ur boyfriend now should i ?"

and he pulls you closer to him

you blushed a little by hearing his words

you couldn't help but say the three words that you never told tae before

"I love you..."

He said "then kiss me"

you looked into Taehyung's eyes and kissed him and

he kisses you back

he starts scareses your body

he deepens the kiss

you started touching his hair while kissing him

he takes his hand to your butt squeezes it

you takes off your jacket throwed it on the floor

he breaks the kiss and starts kissing her neck

he opens your shirt buttons

you softly moans

Tae takes off your shirt

he gets a little back to see her in bra only

you blushed by seeing tae looking at your body like that

"take off ur pants noona"

you opened the zip of your pants and took off your pants

He looks at you

you gripped onto tae's shirt and pushed him making him fall on the bed and went on top of him

"you have been driving me crazy u know Your words, your face, your kiss and your touch I can't get it out of my mind everything about you is just so perfect"

you said and pecks at tae's lips while still being on top of him

"U think so" tae said and flips you on bed

he takes off his shirt

You started touching his chest

"yes..you are"

you said as you softly bites your bottom lip

"Do you want me to" Tae asked and looks at you up and down checking you out as you closed your eyes

"Answer me" he said you replied "yes_please" he goes near you and says "look at me" you slowly opens your eyes and looked at him he pulls your bra strap down slowly opens it he looks at her boobs "fucking meal" he say as he grabs her boob squeezes one "OH GOD, yes.." you yelled he says "don't bring god here this is an unholy thing"

As you touched the bedsheet and holds it tight he says "and it's going to get really unholier" you nod your head tae pulls down your panty "Call ur home and tell them u ate busy tonight and not comming home as of night shift"

He says as opens your legs looking at your pussy "damn" takes his phone clicks your pictures you nod your head and he hands you your phone he keeps clicking your nudes and says "show me that ass" you turned around and show tae your ass "and open your legs" you opened your legs as you check your phone takes your phone and sees 10 miss calls and 56 unread messages by your big brother you

send him a text that your phone is low battery and you're busy working and will see him tomorrow you send a text to your friends and family that you're busy and you'll talk to them tomorrow you turned your phone off and Tae smirks and takes your nudes and gets in front of you he opens his belt and takes off his pants only in boxers "It's a bit bigger than others noona u sure wanna see it?" you nod and said "yes" he pulls down his boxers you touch his dick and said "I can?" he licks his lip and replies "all your noona" without thinking you licked the tip of his dick

You began circling your tongue along the base of his dick taking it completely in your mouth "Ahhh fuck" he says and he throws head back a little you proceed to suck him off while your hand cupped his balls he moans "l-like that baby girl"

You smirked before gripping his balls tighter and focused your mouth wrapped around his dick "Aaahh" he holds your hair you start to suck his dick faster "I am cumming noona" you stopped sucking him and he cums in your mouth slowly you started licking his dick slowly he was breathing heavily as he looks at you, you smirk while licking his dick slowly he says "you don't look like a virgin"

you looked at Taehyung and said "if I said I learned this by watching movies and I liked it will you believe me?"

He replies "so you are dirty minded one" he smirks and gets in bed besides you

you bite your bottom lip touching your lips with one of your fingers

He says "so tell me what do you know about sex" you replied "not much..that's why I want you to show me more" you touched his chest and he says "you know the perfect art of lie" he gets you in his embrace and caresses your body you put your arms around his neck he gets over you and starts kissing you, you smiled and kiss him back

He caresses your body wandering his hand all over you and squeezes your boob and and takes his other hand to your pussy caressing your clit

You softly moan in pleasure he breaks the kiss and starts kissing you down you whispered "y-yes" he sucks on your nipples "Aahh shit" you touched the bedsheet and gripped onto it tightly he kisses down to your tummyz

He opens your legs and slowly licks you

You throws head back a little and "Aahh..oh fuck" you moaned he plays with your clit with his tongue and puts a finger in you "Aahhhh...fuck..just like that" you screamed and he says "you are tight lady "

"Aahhh" you nod he takes out his finger and strokes his boner sliding it slowly in "Aahhh..shit shit" you screamed again still holding onto the bedsheet holding it harder he groans and said "damn I didn't expect it to be this tight" deflowers you penetrating deeper "fuckk!" he opened your legs wider "Aahhhhhh" you moaned he stops after getting in fully stays in your letting you adjust kisses your neck and giving hickeys you

You started feeling so good and cummed

"you cummed already noona don't do it again without telling me" tae said and sucks your nipples and slightly bites you nodded

He asks "can I move now?" you nod and he slowly thrust in you and you touch your chest as softly bites your bottom lip he holds hands up he said "don't touch what is mine" he starts going faster in you

"Aaahhhhhhh" you screamed he kisses your lips taking his pace leaves your hands and wraps his hands around your waist gets you closer after some time "Noona I am going to cum" you nod he thrusts a little more and cums in you and you whispered "Ahh..i-it feels so good" he replies "does it but you feel more heavenly noona" he hugs you closer and you hugged him back and fell asleep cause you were tired but Taehyung wasn't he smirks looking at you he kisses your lips squeezes your boob hard enough to wake you up

You woke up and looked at him and he continues kissing you and you kiss him back he breaks the kiss after some time "Noona how can you sleep I am still hard" he whines you asked "ok ok, what does my prince want me to do for him" he answered "spread your legs" you spread your legs "can I use dirty words while fucking you teacher"

You spread your legs and said "say whatever you..want I'm yours" he replies "Aw thanks noona"

He rubs his tip on your clit "don't u cum without permission" you slowly nod he gets in you "fuck I am going to go really hard bitch"

he said and spanks your boob

"Y-yes..." he holds your waist up and gives real hard thrust

hitting right your sensitive spot "damn there it is" he said and you screamed "Ooooh fuck.." he gets all out and smacks it again in you and pinches your clit and starts talking "how is it huh? your student fucking you"

You screamed again "Aahhh" he started talking again "such a slut getting pleasure by her student" he starts thrusting in you, you said "y-yes...so good..so fuckin good" he started going harder

"Aahhhhhhhh...y-yes" you moan loudly time skip to three he leaves you he was breathing heavily you closed your eyes you tries to slow down your breathing

He takes out his dick slowly and looks at it

you opened your eyes

you looked at him

"Tired?" he asked

You nod

"W-why three rounds were...you trying to break me?" you asked and

He replied "sorry baby i was somehow excited" kisses your head

"Hungry?" he asked and hugged you closer

You replied "Yes..."

You hugged him back

"What do u wanna eat" he asked then you replied "chicken noodles"

you looked at him with a smile on your face

After this you were more in love with him and he was more in love with you too

[castle-dominion]

c3x22 to love & die in LA

Ooh a plot heavy episode lol acab Dude it might be easier to hop than it is to crawl idk. Wow mafia lookin dude Lol the sarcastic "scary"

What time of day is this? Castle is here first! Lanie <3 I keep forgetting that bounty hunters are real. Arrest probs. Yep arrest. At least he still has a face.

Just like Murdoch! Ryan taking things back to s1 rly quick here with his outfit like that huh Silencers don't make them completely silent, they just dampen the noise

Royce has nice brown eyes & freckles

Beckett shut it Girl. Girl no.

She has a pic of him with her? That's sweet. (Also reminds me of george crabtree with a picture in his house with an awkward murdoch. if he wasn't so head over heels for julia he would be in love with... well pendrick but if he wasn't head over heels for pendrick he would be in love with george. Remember that time when william asked george out to the christmas ball?)

This is what it's like sitting in the back of a car with my two brothers & they put me in the middle Bro you could stand up to let her out, it's like the bus! It's castle obv. (could clip, but I won't)

I'll be your backup <3

"under the radar" cut to a fancy car Castle is so cocky Ew neat mural... I like maurice. Beckett has some really LA type clothing here...

Mob ties?

WAIT WHAT Guest house, reminds me of Japan. "Me too" XD apparently they went thru several iterations before settling on that.

Their little handshake

y'all PLEASE watch the bonus features if you can. Apparently this IS where they shoot Castle & even the camera ones are literally the ones who work on Castle. She's in rehab???

Raley & ochoa? That's VERY original castle /s. lmao doesn't huerve mean egg? what is that handshake? I love it RC: You're a cop, so it's your job. Rick go talk to ryan about his motivations & then make smth up for Raley! Update: I have now watched the audio commentaries & stuff for s1. Apparently Ryan was a boring character so Dever started carrying around Richard Castle books, probably borrowing them from beckett. Dever went "what is my character's motivation^/" & they said "idk" so he started reading castle books.

KB: *talking abt the case* KB: *trails off once she sees bootleg rysposito* (clipping)

GIRL "HOLA CHICA" IS EASIER TO WRITE THAN "GREETING IN SPANISH" WTF Aw look at them kiss in the morgue. LP: Wait is your friend that top-heavy tramp in reception? JE: Hm? What? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO DISSOLVE? YOU MIGHT WANT TO SNAP SOME PICS QUICK. (clipping)

Did they call? How did rick learn abt the dissolving bullets? (love how he is on conspiracy websites tho lol) Girl??? Also the lockpick scene was ok except for the fact that she didn't physically unlock the door after getting the pegs aligned Watch ur fingerprints. No all the way back to new york? they're going to go back & then once in new york they'll have to come back to LA If royce can't hunt bounties then he'd totally be a PI Nice to hear LAPD instead of NYPD.

Ooh robbery homicide LMAO IT REALLY IS MUCH WORSE THAN ARREST. IT'S LIKE WHEN YOUR DAD SAYS HE'S NOT MAD JUST DISAPPOINTED. They often say "welcome to new york" & now it's "welcome to LA" & I think it's a nice change of pace.

Ryan outfit: patterned shirt, collared button-up as usual, tie. I love the little brother things here. Imagine if it was martha's acting school. Ryan just held up his fingers to say "line two" but montgomery saw & hun he might just hop on the phone too. JE: Sup girl? Hey she's genuinely being useful in the investigation. Or maybe not, maybe she's just telling them what to do even tho they can do it on their own See? Castle is smart enough

Now this is intense I love it. I also love how the man goes into the office just wearing his surfwear.

Ha not that good. Way ahead of you bro. These two are a great team. (tbh I'm clipping this bc I like seeing them do smart stuff)

Just like castle! Making up stories to mess with you! You're not so bad yourself castle??? Are u in a relationship? If she wasn't I'd say kiss kiss kiss. Huh her nails are painted.

Maurice my beloved lmao no it only melts nazis ok bud Could have yelled "coming, one sec" "We're not on the case anymore" I like Seeger's tie No, seeger went to the house for something. Wait it was for the gal who stole the stuff nvm.

Mum caught on right away that they would use the props YES RALEY/TAYLOR & OCHOA/HERVE! That's the dumbest thing ever I love how he just accepts that

This is so great. Apparently this is the same interview room as usual, they just changed it up a bit to make it look like the movie set. I mean you're right child molesters are the lowest of the low but they usually get killed so they are not actually IN prison. I like how we get to see the dramatic upset behind the set. update: OH it's bc we usually get to see people in the observation room like montgomery $500 is cheap af I wonder if they filmed that for the bonus features of the nikki heat film but they probably wouldn't include Reggie in there. Does this mean I can leave?

She's just walkin by stripping from all of the costume stuff they gave her None of the other ones are before a height measure thing, only Mannis is. He also looks to be above 6' even tho his profile says 6'0" update: THE EASTER EGGS FURIED CROWS

MAURICE! Also I can't tell if this guy is fancy, european, or gay. It's like that song, gay or european, & it's like dirk gently, possibly gay & definitely european.

Wow definitely not new york. Man has a tattoo. Oh of course they couldn't resist a shot of this. Does she have any bullet wounds? Appendicitis scars? I'm into girls but I'm not into this. (I'm into girls like Ryan who is not a girl. He is a lesbian to me though.) What accent is this? She grabbed his wrist now he's the one holding her hand? Weird

I thought that was the original plan lol RC: DOn't poke me! KB: Poke you? I want to kiss you! SO DO IT ALREADY (won't clip)

Decently obvious lie... (BESTIES HOW DO THEY BECOME GOOD ACTORS FOR 5X10 & HOW DID ESPOSITO LOSE ALL OF HIS "WE WERE TRAINED NOT TO GIVE UP INFORMATION" SKILLS?) Why did RM say this to espt instead of saying "you or you"? Also I'd def excpect esposito the "we were trained not to give up information" man to be good at lying. JE: *nods to ryan* RM: *Smiles as the two walk away* They are her brothers <3

RC out of the blue: Can i interest you in one of these robes? Seeger: ? No! Thank you!

Where in the world are they meeting her? Ok but the way Ryan whips his jacket around mm These two are partners & I love them He just answer's some stranger's phone with "yo" lol KB: ... ESPOSITO??? JE: BECKETT??? KB: Are you with mannis? JE, casually: Yeah I just shot him KB: JE: Why r u calling him? KB: Look we need to know where & when ganz is selling those bullets JE: Done JE, to mannis: Where's the deal going down? *gun pressed to his throat* DM: I'm hit man call an ambulance JE: Well my partner's on that KR: Nine, one... what comes after that one? DM: I;m in pain here man! JE gets the location out of him by pressing in on him & putting him in pain (acab) & then bringing the cell phone to the screaming man's voice & then he cracks, that easy, tells em where to go. KR comes in after that asking who shot royce which was a good call. It was Ganz.

the heck does "quarter of six" mean? Do you mean 5:15 or do you mean 5:45 or do you mean 6:15? I would say quarter TO six for 6.30, quarter PAST six for 6.15, third PAST six for 6.20 & half PAST six for 6.30. Yo where did beckett get a gun?

That's a sus buff tattooed guy She says "police" instead of nypd bc she doesn't have jurisdiction here & she is not lapd. Yo, nice knife! Mmm a smouldering cigar Hun u better have the safety on & the gun not cocked. easy way to lose a buttock. Glad we got a shot of her booty tho. She's not my type (except for maybe s1 beckett) but I can still appreciate a pretty lady.

Apparently she had to learn how to vault a gate on set that day in front of a hundred plus people. She tries to do most of her own stunts tho. I never imagined hell looked like you ugh good line good line First names <3 Girl u put the safety on right?

I like their little friendly ending together & then DX rick gives him a housecoat that's so great lol

I thought about it. But I knew I never would. I knew I couldn't

NOTE FROM A DEAD GUY SHIPS THEM. Care & love does not need to be romantic ig... Wait he wrote the note in all caps

I loved the costumes in this episode. V nice. v good.

It was a different episode today! I enjoyed it a lot! & I went five minutes overtime in my watch (I give myself double time to watch it) but other than that yeah I'm happy!

(Got some good clips here today)

[avictimofthejazz]

Luca’s breezy assurance that the Vice department wants the very best for their mission, which means poaching half of the SWAT team, does little to reassure Street. Still, if Hondo approved the loan, he will not question it. He cannot say this about most commanding officers he has had over the years, but he knows Hondo really does have the best interests and safety of his men close to his heart. Street will trust Harrelson on this one, and assume that all his questions will be answered in short order. “Come on Dom, give TJ some credit. One of the most hardened hitmen I’ve ever heard of was this guy out of the Midwest who looked like a little cherub off a Christmas card. He had killed about forty people on mob contracts when he finally got killed himself.” Street begins wrapping up the work he had started, unwilling to leave anything laying around half-finished. A tiny part of him notes that his reluctance to leave anything undone comes from an unspoken fear that he might not return to his desk to finish it. Luca scurrying backwards before he speaks again, catches Street’s attention, and prompts him to look up. “Generally, it’s only the criminals and reprobates of society who view me as a problem.” He keeps his tone even, but there’s a hint of amusement running under his words. “I’ll do my best to turn this energy the opposite way for the duration of this case.”

“I look Italian?” Street raises both eyebrows, “I better not tell my parents—they’ll wonder how a healthy dose of Eastern European got so badly misinterpreted. Though, I guess if you squint and tilt your head, you and I can pass as brothers. It certainly fooled that new guy on the desk, when you hassled him, and I got reamed about keeping my little brother under control.” “I do!” Street sourly points out when Luca teases him about the cover name. “I’m going to go under cover in the mob, named after an Italian cream cheese! The minute I introduce myself, everyone’s going to start sniggering, even if I do bring my proverbial mother into the mix! How can anyone take me seriously, and assume I’m a legitimate criminal?” Dentico must have been trying to get him killed! That is all Street can assume, with a stupid name like that having been picked. Finishing up his work, Street slides everything neatly into his top drawer, and locks it so his replacement cannot nose around too much. Then he follows Luca’s course toward their lockers so he can change. “You’re my top advisor? Oh… that’ll go great. I’ve already learned not to take your advice on dates after Renee.” He rolls his eyes teasingly. “Now you’re going to advise me on criminal activity too?” Street listens to all of Luca’s information about the mob, trying to capture as much of it as he can. He can only hope, if push comes to shove, that Luca’s position as his right hand will permit the two of them to have quite a few quick, quiet discussions to keep Street on the right page. He pauses in buttoning up his shirt, “Of course I don’t have a menacing suit. I have good suits… ones that make me look like lawyers. Not ones that make me look like a mob boss.” Street has a feeling that Vice can remedy that, though. They have all kinds of resources that the rest of the departments do not have… and they are used to turning people into whatever role they need them to play. Mimicking his brother, Street pulls his off-duty gun out of the locker. Slipping it into a shoulder holster, he goes to put his police-issued weapon away in his drawer, before relocking it. Following Dom up the stairs, his friend’s cheerful view on mob violence hardly quiets Street’s discomfort with his new assignment. “Take it easy, Dom. Let’s see what the assignment is before you start contemplating all the ways a man can break someone’s kneecaps.”

Normally Hondo has orders for his men when they arrive, but today Hondo skipped the morning meeting—a change of routine that Street notices keenly. Normally Hondo only changes the team’s morning routine if there is an emergency, or if something is up. He likes to start the day with everyone on the same page—it saves trouble down the line. Only today, it is Dom slinking toward Street’s desk, clutching his hat and looking more then a bit unsettled. Street’s eyebrows pull together instinctively as he narrows his eyes, not caring for the body language his brother is displaying. Before he can ask, however, Luca fills him in… at least partially.

“Vice?” Street frowns darkly. “Why in the world would he lend us to Vice?” The short amount of time to change his clothes hardly bothers him. He has changed in less time than that, and Luca’s attitude keeps suggesting that there is more going on here than just what he has admitted to so far.

It only takes a few seconds for Street to realize that Luca’s demeanor is switching from uncomfortable to amused… and a few more seconds to find out why. “Mascarpone?” He yelps, “Who thought that would be a good name for an undercover job? The minute I introduce myself, everyone’s going to start sniggering.” Despite his protests, he is already standing up to get his clothes out of his locker, and go meet Lieutenant Dentico. He looks over as Dom follows him, and then glances down when his friend pokes him in the chest. “So… does that mean you’re my leg breaker, or do I work for you? Sorry—translated or not, I’m no expert on the rankings within criminal organizations. You’ll have to brief me quickly.” Dom’s cover makes him smile a bit though, easily able to see Dom filling the role of an over-eager thug who is always ready to take an annoyance down with violence. In his mind, it makes more sense if he is working for Dom…. Luca has spent a few years with Vice already, and he has a lot more experience with these kinds of jobs. On the other hand, though, Dom is a bit younger than he is by the numbers, and he looks like a teenager when he stands next to Street. That suggests the bosses might have decided to make Jim the boss, just because Luca does not look old enough to be a serious figure in the underworld. Of course, anyone who thinks that might not be familiar with the underworld. Age matters little when it comes to seeing who will be on top, or stay there. What really matters is ruthlessness, and an ability to bring men together. If one has those qualities, a teenager can find himself rising through the ranks surprisingly quickly. Before Street pursues that line of thought too far down, he waits to learn Luca’s answer to his question. That will help him formulate the rest of his mindset going into this job.

[whatstheoccasion]

Random, sweet headcanons about some Tokyo revengers boys as your boyfriend!

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

genre/tags: fluffy fluff. gn reader. warnings: none!

a/n: thank u for liking the first part! it got progressively longer and I felt bad for chifuyu 😭 if I ever make a part 3 he's definitely included again. also these are longer. anyways, enjoy! <3

Shinichiro keeps everything you give him. It doesn't matter what is it, he's keeping it. It comes to the point where his boxes with your name and a smiley face next to it isn't enough, so he starts putting things up around his room and shop. Any polaroids you get him of the two of you smiling or kissing on a date? He tapes them on the wall. That pretty rock you gave him that day at the beach before you started dating? On top of his drawer, right next to the other ones. Eventually his room is too full so he starts putting shit in the living room. Mikey asks you to stop gifting him things altogether but Shin's puppy eyes convince you otherwise. He just lives for any reminder that you like him!! You once showed up to their house and there was a garage sale with mostly his clothes being sold, and when you ask him about it he answers "I just need more space in my closet for your boxes babe :)"

Rindou teases you too much for a guy who can't go to sleep if you're not talking to him. You have to help him out and tell him when his jokes are too much, because sometimes you don't and he crosses the line and you get rightfully mad. He gives you your space, but if you don't talk to him before bed? Rin's secretly tearing up, looking up to his room's ceiling because he refuses to cry. You're not only his significant other but his best friend and the only person he likes besides his brother. Shyly texts you before going to bed "Hey, I love you." He makes it a rule that you to tell him you love him before going to sleep, no matter how angry you are at him. "Love you too, idiot." He smiles for the first time after your fight at your text and falls asleep, ignoring Ran's amused smile in the bed next to his.

Draken likes it when you watch him work. He's never going to tell you he's busy working if you want to hang out with him, he'll just call you to come over to the shop to wait for him. "I'm going to be done soon anyways." Yeah right. You tell him you're on your way and he kicks his friends out– Inui snorts and Mikey amusedly whistles at him when Ken undoes the first buttons of his work shirt. He likes it when you stare at him, okay, his uniform all sweaty and clinging to his bare chest, shining under the shop's bright lights. Sometimes you'll get so flustered your face blooms a pretty red and you will shyly avoid eye contact– it makes his heart skip a beat. He loves it, I'm telling you, even if his face won't show it the red tips of his ears do. Bites his lips to stop himself from smirking.

Ran is touchy touchy. Can't go on a date without him feeling you up in some way, you can't take him anywhere. He's with you as you take out the trash? His hands are on your waist. Going out to the store? He can't help it, long bony fingers squeezing your hips, butt, touching your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head. Checks if people notice too. "Keep looking at my baby like that and soon you won't be able to look at anything anymore~ ♡". More than once, you're taking a shower and he goes inside the bathroom to ask you if he can hold your hand while you finish up.

Kokonoi buys your groceries almost every time. He knows the best prices, brands, and he knows you the best. Will whine everytime you ask tho because he chooses to be difficult, "Last time I checked I wasn't your employee," but he's already got a foot outside the door. He thinks you should manage your money better, but instead he manages it for you. He also always pays. Little do you know he's doing it on purpose so if you ever want to leave him he'll try to win you back by asking you to pay your debt. If you even try to pay him back he'll refuse it so strongly, it's like you offended his entire lineage. You try to sneak the money inside his coat? You'll find every cent sooner than you expected in your room with a poorly drawn "🤨❓" note. He pretends nothing happened afterwards. Koko will always bring you your favorite snacks too, and he bashfully looks away when you thank him with a quick kiss. "Tch, whatever." Oh Kokonoi you're blushing, shush.