#she's supposed to be wearing a bit of makeup in the final pic too i forgor | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lizhaoyu · 1 month ago

Text

Forbidden - Part 1

(A/N: Hello~ I'm dropping one part of this Iso x reader, before I move on to the requests. Ya'll have been THIRSTING for Iso smut, I fear (I simply must indulge you all). Lovelove, Nightowl~)

Cold!GN!Reader x Gymrat!Iso

MODERN AU

(Reader is implied to be feminine, because of makeup, but hey, who says men can't wear makeup, huh? I certainly wear makeup on a daily basis >:()

The mall’s bright lights reflected off the glossy floor, blending into the buzz of conversations, the chime of store doors opening, and the faint beat of a pop song playing over the speakers.

You barely paid attention to it all.

You were seated across from Sage at the food court, absently plumping your already plump lips in a compact mirror. Sage, ever chatty, had been on a video call with her boyfriend, Iso, while sipping on a bubble tea.

“Babe, guess who I’m with?” she giggled, flipping the camera to you.

You didn’t react. You were used to being shown off like some prized possession. It wasn’t that you disliked Sage; Sage was probably one of the few people you tolerated. But you weren't one for social interaction beyond surface-level niceties.

Instead of acknowledging the camera, you continued fixing your lips, your large, doe-like eyes flickering briefly to the screen before returning to your reflection.

Iso, on the other hand, froze mid-rep at the gym. The weight he had been lifting hovered for a moment before he placed it down, eyes locked on his phone screen. His heartbeat quickened, though he didn't quite understand why.

“Cute, right?” Sage teased, noting his expression. “My bestie loves makeup and taking pics. Basically an Instagram royalty!”

Iso barely registered Sage's words.

There was something about the quiet way you carried yourself, the indifference in your gaze, the way you seemed entirely uninterested in him or anything else beyond your own little world. It was... mesmerizing.

He cleared his throat, forcing a chuckle. “Yeah, pretty much,” he admitted, but his voice lacked its usual teasing tone.

You hummed, finally acknowledging them, your voice soft but disinterested. “Are we done?”

Sage laughed. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” She turned the camera back to herself, chatting away with Iso, but his mind was elsewhere.

Even after they ended the call, he found himself replaying that fleeting glance, wondering why, for the first time in his relationship, he felt something shift inside him.

Something he wasn’t supposed to feel.

Iso lay in bed, staring at his phone screen, the dim glow illuminating his face. Beside him, Sage slept peacefully, her breathing steady, her arm draped loosely over his torso.

And yet, he was wide awake.

He hadn't meant to do this. He told himself he was just mindlessly scrolling, just passing time. But somewhere between checking notifications and liking random posts, his thumb hovered over Sage’s followers list.

It was too easy to find you.

@ yn.aaa

Iso clicked on the profile before he could stop himself.

Your feed was a curated dream; pastel tones, soft aesthetics, and effortless poses that made you look almost unreal. Something like Royalty. You barely captioned your photos, yet each post had thousands of likes, comments flooded with admiration.

People adored you, and you never seemed to care.

You didn’t try to be alluring, but you were. The way your lips curled slightly, the way your big, glassy eyes stared through the screen—unbothered, untouched.

Iso exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

He shouldn't be here. He shouldn’t be looking at you like this.

And yet, long after he locked his phone and turned away from the screen, your image was burned into his mind.

Iso was supposed to be at the gym. That was his routine, his escape, the one place where his mind didn’t wander. But today, Sage had insisted he come to the mall instead.

“Come on, babe, you never shop with me,” she had pouted, clinging to his arm. “It’s just for a little bit, plus my friend's coming too!”

That last part had made him hesitate. But now, here he was, following Sage and you through endless rows of makeup counters and designer displays, feeling completely out of place.

You barely acknowledged him.

You were polite, offering the occasional hum or glance, but mostly, you were lost in your own world, swatching satin lippie shades on your wrist and examining foundations under the store lights.

You didn’t chatter like Sage did, didn’t seek his attention. If anything, you seemed indifferent to his presence.

And yet, you were stunning.

The way you moved, slow and deliberate, picking up only the most expensive makeup without hesitation. The way you’d tilt your head slightly, assessing a product like you were critiquing fine art. Your long lashes fluttered as you tested a new mascara, your lips pursed ever so slightly in concentration.

You were beautiful (hi men can be called beautiful btw im a man and im beautiful) in a way that was effortless. Unbothered. Distant.

Iso found himself watching you more than he should have.

“You take forever,” Sage whines to you. Then, with a giggle, nudging Iso.

Iso chuckled, forcing himself to look away. “Yeah… guess so.”

You glanced at them then, your gaze unreadable. For a brief moment, Iso wondered if you had noticed the way he’d been watching you.

Then, just as quickly, you turned away, focusing back on the shimmering palette in your hands, as if he were nothing more than background noise.

Iso shouldn’t be thinking about you.

But he was.

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, he found his mind wandering to the way your fingers had delicately brushed over the sleek packaging of a designer lipstick. The way you had barely spoken, yet still held the air of someone untouchable. Unreachable.

What would it be like to change that?

He knew it was wrong. Knew it was dangerous.

But the thought crept in anyway; what if he bought all that expensive makeup for you? What if he placed it in your hands and watched your reaction? Would you still be so indifferent, or would you soften, even just a little?

What would it take to melt the ice around your heart?

Iso ran a hand over his face, frustrated. He was spiraling, losing control of his thoughts. Sage was beside him, the girl he loved—the girl he should be thinking about.

And yet, it wasn’t Sage’s face that lingered in his mind.

It was yours.

The mall was bustling as the trio wandered through, Sage leading the way with you trailing just behind her, brows furrowed in concentration as you examined a new makeup line.

Iso, walking silently behind them, kept his gaze fixed on the floor, his mind wandering, his thoughts distant.

It wasn’t until Sage's voice broke the silence that he snapped back to the present.

“Hey, check that guy out!” Sage pointed to a tall figure walking past them, his biceps bulging beneath the fabric of his tight shirt. “Big biceps, right?”

Your eyes flicked briefly to the man, but you didn’t seem to care for his face.

Instead, your gaze lingered on his arms, the defined muscles clearly catching your attention. For just a moment, your lips parted, and there was a quiet appreciation in your gaze before you glanced away, the indifferent mask returning instantly.

Sage, noticing your subtle reaction, smirked. “Told you, didn’t I? They love guys with big biceps.”

Iso, who had been walking with his hands shoved in his pockets, froze at her words.

His heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable rush of unease hit him. His eyes darted between you and the man, a slow realization creeping into his chest.

You had looked at the guy the way he had hoped you might look at him. It wasn’t just a passing glance, it was a flicker of something deeper. Something… appreciative.

Iso flexed his own biceps subconsciously, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt, wondering if that was what had drawn your attention.

He’d worked hard for them at the gym; every rep, every set had been an effort to improve himself, to grow stronger. But now, he was aware of something more: you seemed to notice, maybe even admire, strength in a way Sage never had.

Was that the key?

“Yeah, they're into the muscles,” Sage continued with a playful grin, oblivious to the tension building in Iso’s chest. “You should see the guys they follow on Instagram. It’s all about the muscles.”

Iso didn’t reply.

His mind was racing. His thoughts shifted from the man with the muscles to the realization that he had the same kind of physique—strong arms, defined chest, and all the effort he’d put into his gym sessions.

Could this be the key to catching your attention? Could something as simple as his own body be what you were seeking?

The idea gnawed at him, his stomach twisting. He shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t be questioning everything about his relationship with Sage. But there was a pull, an undeniable curiosity about you that he couldn't ignore.

As you turned your attention to the next makeup display, your disinterest in him clear once again, Iso felt a pang of frustration. He had everything you seemed to like, but you barely spared him a second glance.

What would it take to get you to notice him?

The thought lingered in his mind as they continued to walk, and Iso realized that this time, he was more determined than ever to find out.

(A/N: How's this one? Lol. I was having that male ovulation phase, just had to write about Iso. How do we feel about this one, chat? I DO NOT CONDONE STEALING SOMEONE FROM A RELATIONSHIP. Anyway, time for my plug- follow me on twitch.tv/nightowlzxz!)

#valorant x reader #valorant #iso x reader #iso valorant #worksbynightowl

35 notes · View notes

raysofcrosby · 4 years ago

Note

If it’s not too much to ask can we get just a sentence or even paragraph from the next chapter 🥰🥰

hehehe of course 🥰💛

“Can I call you back in a bit?” She asked, tossing her phone down onto the bed as she walked around her room to collect her pajamas for the night. “I just got out of the shower and I’m getting dressed.”

“Then why am I staring at the ceiling?” Matt asked, huffing. “You still owe me my makeup show and I have it on good authority that E is sleeping at my parents tonight.”

“No peep show,” she laughed, tugging on some loose shorts and an old Senators shirt before picking her phone back up and popping back into frame. “Did your parents tell you?”

“That shirt is hideous and no, E did,” he nodded, propped up against his headboard and looking as if he too was in bed for the night. His hair was fluffed out and dry and he was wearing a Flames shirt. “We facetimed sometime after they ate dinner, took forever to get him to hang up so he could get ready for whatever sleepover he and Brady are having. Not that he’s sleeping in the living room anyway.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, nodding her head. “I saw the picture too.”

“He’s clearly not taking it well, but how are you taking it?” He asked, leaning his head down into his pillow. “Are your nights lonely and cold?”

She rolled her eyes, getting under the covers of her blankets. “They’re fine, Matthew.”

“You’re supposed to say that you’re freezing cold and hate sleeping alone, get on the program Caroline.”

“Fine,” she laughed, looking at him. “My thick blankets are not enough and I shiver every night. Brrr.”

He just stared at the screen, clearly unamused. “I will hang up on you. It’s not nice to mock my pain. Would it kill you to at least act like you miss me? You do miss me...right?”

She held back her smile as best as she could, scooting down into her bed. “Yes, Matt. I do miss you.”

“I know, it’s kind of hard not to,” he replied, shrugging and smiling. “You and E both have the day off tomorrow, right? Got any plans?”

“He does, which is another reason why he’s staying with your parents. It’s a teacher planning day, so I still have to wake up at normal time, that way I won’t have to wake him up early.” She grabbed the remote, turning the tv on and keeping it on whatever channel was on. “And even then, I’ll probably leave around lunch like everyone else does. It’s almost finals time and I don’t have a final, I have the project, so it’s just making sure everything is set for that.”

“No wonder why you’re everyone’s favorite teacher. No final?” Matt scoffed, shaking his head. “I definitely would’ve had a crush on you if you were my teacher.”

“I’m this close to hanging up on you,” she laughed, shaking her head. “But really, I do need to get to sleep. I was just waiting to hear from Brady and see how Ethan was doing tonight.”

“Rude that you don’t want to talk to me, but okay,” he replied, trying to hide his yawn.

“Says the guy who just tried to hide the fact he was yawning. You’re not slick, you and Ethan both have the same ‘I’m tired, but I’m trying not to show it’ signs. Sneaky yawns, you both try to hide the fact you’re slowly lying down and you twitch your mouths from side to side to try and stop yourself from yawning.”

“God, Moms are always so observant it’s really annoying sometimes.” Matt rolled his eyes, laughing soon after. “But yeah, I’m exhausted. Getting back into the swing of things...has been a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“Don’t stress about it, Matty. You’ll get back into it. You’ve lived this life for a long time, you were practically born for it.” She smiled, laying down and holding her phone above her head. “Just take it one day at a time.”

“Thanks my personal motivational speaker,” he yawned, closing his eyes and sighing. “I guess I’ll call it a night. Be on the lookout tomorrow for something from anything related to Calgary. Treliving said he sent something for you and Ethan today, so it should be there tomorrow.”

“He didn’t have to–”

“Yeah, but you’re my family, so technically you’re a part of his too– well, the organizations. I don’t know what’s in it, he wouldn’t tell me, he just demanded I give him your address. So send me a pic when you get it. Also, I know you guys are having a barbecue at my parents’ place Saturday, so don’t let Brady try and convince Ethan to root for the Blues or wear his jersey. Not allowed at all.”

“I think your parents are doing one of those Tkachuk vs Tkachuk jerseys, but I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for any schmoozing. And I’ll definitely send you a picture of the surprise.”

“Get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he replied, lying further down in his bed and holding his phone above his head. “Maybe then I’ll get my peepshow.”

“Maybe.” She smiled, shrugging. “Goodnight, Matty.”

“Goodnight Care,” he smiled, hanging the call up.

Caroline rolled over onto her side, plugging her phone and flipping it upside down, that way if she wanted to press snooze come tomorrow morning, she would have to flip it over and do it herself. Another thing, she wouldn’t get woken up by the constant lighting of her phone, just in case Matt decided to send her another stream of text messages and snapchat videos. She rolled back over and scooted her way towards the middle of the bed, lying on her left side and sighing heavily, reaching her arm over to her right and across the empty side of the bed, trying not to think about Ethan wouldn’t be joining her tonight and Matt wasn’t here either. And she was able to fall asleep by 11pm

But through her routine, she forgot to turn off her do not disturb button that she never turned off after her six period class ended. If she hadn’t been so worried about how to make sure Ethan was okay, even though he was in the hands of the Tkachuks, maybe she would’ve remembered to turn it off.

Maybe she would’ve seen those texts from Heather with a link to a TMZ article.

Heather Collins: Caroline, answer the phone.

Heather Collins: Blake just sent me this and you need to read it.

Heather Collins: Cari...it’s everywhere.

#anon #answered #wltay

28 notes · View notes

httpsfelicity · 5 years ago

Text

“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Third and final chapter! Wow! Thank you for the support on this. I apologize for it being shorter than the other chapters. Sadly it’s the end of this story, but if you click here you’ll find my master list and you can request things here. Thank you so so much for everything! I hope you enjoy!

Part one HERE

Part two HERE

“Harry.”

"..."

"Harry."

Harry jolted awake from beside you. "Hi, y/n. What's up?"

"You tell me what's up."

"Um... well, I was just asleep. And now, I'm awake. What about you...?"

"Just wondering why I'm here."

Harry sat up and turned on a lamp. "What? Do you want to go home? I can call you a cab. Pass me my phone. You should've just said."

"No, not 'Why I'm here' as in your apartment here, but as in -" You motioned to the two of you quickly "-here, you know?"

"Oh," Harry put his face in his hands. "I must've misinterpreted something along the way. Oh."

"No, just..." You sighed. How were you supposed to explain this? You racked your brain for an answer to this seemingly impossible question. "Am I some sort of publicity stunt? Or beard? Like, a fake girlfriend?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "What? What makes you think that?"

"Well, I don't know. It just feels that way. It doesn't feel that way with you, per say, but people online and in the news think that I'm just with you for a bit of good TV."

Harry shook his head, his curls falling into his eyes unintentionally. "That's one hundred percent not the reason why you're 'here', y/n. Not at all."

You turned your head to the side, allowing him to continue on.

Harry just shook his head again. "I- I'm sort of out-of-the-loop on this whole situation. I don't use social media much... can you fill me in?"

You nodded. "Well, we met, obviously. That's where it started."

Harry laughed a little, then waited for you to keep on talking.

"And then after - well, during our first date, or first outing, or whatever, people saw us and took photos and posted them. And that's where it all kicked off."

Harry nodded understandingly.

"Then yesterday, people took loads of photos, and the press and the general public must be starting to get impatient or whatever, because they're really mad. They want to know if I'm a PR stunt or not."

"Yes, but you know you're not one, so what's the worry for?"

You looked down and took a deep breath. "Well, we've only been out twice, and both times the paps found us. Both times we were in a really public place, and a fancy one, too."

"But if you were, wouldn't I have told you? And if not me, someone important from management?"

"My management doesn't tell me much. I thought it could be a bit of a possibility."

"Trust me, y/n. I'm here right now because I am genuinely interested in you. Not because some intern told me to be. I would never, ever keep a secret that big from you. Or any secret, actually. None. I'm sorry you feel that way. I wish you would've told me sooner. I could've arranged a different date, er, whatever."

"Yeah, date," you confirmed. Might as well call it that now. "But I just... well, I guess that's all, really," you laughed.

"So... are we gonna keep doing...-" Harry motioned between the two of you like you had done earlier, "-this?"

"Well, I mean, I can't see why not. I still like you. And you..."

"I obviously still like you. Don't be silly!"

"Okay, and you still like me," you blushed. You felt embarrassed because seriously, blushing? are you 14 again?, but at the same time you were over the moon.

"We can definitely make this whole everyone-thinks-we're-fake thing work. We can just go on, um, dates in private. Like, I can probably get a special reservation..."

"No, no, don't go through all that work. I don't really care what anyone else thinks. And if it gets too bad, do you know what we do?"

"What?"

You quickly grabbed his phone and opened up the camera. "Say cheese!"

The both of you smiled obnoxiously as you hit the capture button.

"That's so cute," Harry laughed as he admired it from his camera roll. "Can I post it?"

"I thought you said you didn't use social media?"

"I'll make an exception for you," he said, kissing your shoulder fondly.

You laughed, then rolled over. "Sorry for bringing this up at the ripe ol' time of three AM."

Harry layed down and held you close. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you said it when you did."

"Cheers to communication."

"We aren't drinking anything, though."

"Cheers."

***

*Photo of you and Harry from that night, in black and white with the caption ':)'. Posted by @HarryStyles*

@harrysenchiladas: OMG IT'S OFFICIAL OMG OMG OMG OMG

@camillesluvbird: omg, i remember when i used to stan harry. so glad to see him dating someone so talented. wishing the best to the two of you cuties x

@purple.y/n.mf : Is this the confirmation we've been waiting for?

@haroldgucci69420ahhh: ugh.

@BTSboyscouts_: I'M IN CLASS RN U MUST BE JOKINGHDBHDH

@Junkookie1 replying to @BTSboyscouts_: Armyyyyyy

@katiesummer: Ew. Nope. Unstanning.

@directiondiana: Wait, it's not officially confirmed yet though. It's just a pic. Idk.

@t0x1ch3nr13: KILL URSELF BB. ;)

@Sarahsmile.s replying to @t0x1ch3nr13: Okay chill out plz

@LiamPayne: Congrats mate! :)

@Laylaz replying to @LiamPayne: omg GET OUTTTTT NO WAY NO WAT NO ADIOISHDIUERH

@Princesspark222 replying to @LiamPayne: HI LEEYUM

@y/ncherrypit replying to @LiamPayne: IT'S CONFIRMED

@HarryStyles replying to @LiamPayne: Thanks mate :)x

@directiondiana replying to @HarryStyles: NO FREAKING WAYYYDUFHSDU

@paynoisthebest replying to @HarryStyles: I'M CRYING RN

@julie25drew replying to @HarryStyles: THIS IS THE BEST POSSIBLE COMEBACK OF ALL TIME I STG

***

You leaned over Harry's shoulder to try and get a better look at his phone screen. It was early morning - around eight, you assumed, and you were looking through instagram comments together. Harry had secretly posted the photo while he was taking a pee break in the middle of the night, and the entire internet was in shambles.

"Show me! I wanna read some."

"I'm reading them all!"

"You're skipping the mean ones on purpose. I know you are."

"No I'm not! I swear!"

"Yeah, sure."

"What about that one about how I should cut my hair? That one was pretty mean," he said as he pouted and ran a hand through his chocolate brown bed head.

"Mean ones about me, Harry. There's barely any for you, but me, on the other hand..."

"Wow, self centered much?"

"Harry."

"Sorry, sorry. You know that I'm not funny by now."

"Read them."

"There's none."

"Give me your phone." You reached over and grabbed it from his hands, noticing the many rings on his fingers. You wondered if he slept with them on or just slipped them on as soon as he woke up. You decided to ask him later.

Harry watched as you scrolled through thousands, if not millions, of comments in awe. You were surprised to see that he was right - there we little to no negative comments compared to last time.

"Believe me now?"

You nodded silently.

"Told ya I would never lie."

You rolled into him lazily and grinned.

"Want me to make breakfast?"

"...Sure."

Harry jumped up, and you followed him to the kitchen. It was only when you sat down at the table when you realized you were wearing Harry's clothes.

"Oh my god," you muttered, inspecting your shirt.

"What?" He asked half-heartedly, rooting through his SmartFridge for some eggs. Of course this man had a SmartFridge.

"Just looking at my pink Gucci shirt that I'm just magically wearing right now. And... are these sweatpants Gucci, too?"

"They're just spare clothes I hadn't opened yet. Don't worry, there's no cooties or anything."

"How do you just have spare Gucci clothes lying around?"

Harry shrugged as he shut the door and walked over to the oven. "You can keep them. They suit you better."

"Oh. Well, thanks."

"No problem!"

"Want any help with breakfast?"

"Nope!"

"I can make toast."

"No, I've got it."

"I want to."

"The bread is in the breadbox."

You walked over, took out a (homemade) loaf, and began to cut it. "When did I put these clothes on?"

"After I drug you home from the restaurant."

"Huh."

"You don't remember, do you?"

"...No. Can't say that I do."

"Oh, wow. I knew you were drunk, but not that drunk."

"I didn't embarrass myself, did I?"

"No, of course not."

"Oh, thank goodness. I would've cried."

"Well, there was that one time..."

"What?!"

"I'm just kidding."

"Never pursue a career in stand-up comedy."

"Wasn't planning on it!"

You popped the bread into the toaster and sighed.

"Are you tired?" Harry asked.

"No, but I do want to run to the washroom."

"Okay, I'll be out here if ya need me."

"Okay."

"..."

"Where... is it?"

"You don't remember?"

"Clearly no."

"Down that hall, third door on the right. It's the one with the toilet in it."

Harry doubled over at his own joke while you suppressed a smile that eventually cracked. You walked down his fancy apartment hall and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

It wasn't until you saw his makeup wipes when you remembered a tiny bit of last night - he had makeup. He had makeup because he had makeup wipes, which he offered to you. After that you went to the kitchen and drank something, and then you woke up with Disney+ paused asking him why you were there and confronting him. Suddenly, memories of being confused came rushing back to you. You grabbed a towel and shook your head, smiling - you were glad that drama fest was over.

You walked back into the kitchen and saw Harry laying out eggs and toast carefully, then standing back and admiring his own work. You smiled; he hadn't noticed you walk in, and he was being cute. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and he jumped a little.

"Didn't see you there."

"Hi."

"Bon appetite."

"Why, thank you!"

"Do you know what I was thinking? O should do your makeup after breakfast."

You smiled.

"Do you remember that?"

"I actually did back in the washroom."

"Awesome!"

You smiled as you watched him dig into his eggs. "You're good at keeping promises."

"Thank you!"

You grinned and took a bite.

You could get used to this.

Get used to him.

104 notes · View notes

gaemkyuu · 4 years ago

Text

I’m Right Here (Owen Joyner x Fictional Character

Warnings: anxiety attack and self-deprecation A/N: Sorry this one took so long! The fictional character has been shamed for her anxiety from her parents. The experience of an anxiety attack is based on the ones I have. It’s different for everyone. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

Masterlist *now taking requests ;)

I’m Right Here

“Hey Jade! Wait up!” Jade was walking out of her trailer and on her way to her car, until she heard Owen call out for her. She paused and turned around to face the tall blonde, who stopped in front of her slightly out of breath. He bent slightly over his knees, catching his breath and still in costume.

“Aren’t you supposed to be filming a scene right now?” she cocked her eyebrow at him and rested a hand on her hip. They were on set filming for Julie and the Phantoms season 2, and Jade was brought in as a minor character as a part of Carrie’s posse. She didn’t have any major dialogues save the one or two quips her character had, so she was mostly there for the dance portions. That often meant she was able to leave set earlier or she had less days on set than others.

“Yeah, they’re setting up, but I wanted to catch you before heading out” Owen started to shift his weight from leg to leg and began to avoid eye contact. Jade felt butterflies in her stomach but immediately tried to suppress them, knowing that what she hoped was happening was probably not. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, only for them to be deflated. “You got any plans Tomorrow night?”

“Just snuggling with my dog and drinking wine while singing karaoke” she mentally facepalmed herself at her honesty. She just sealed the deal on being forever single. Owen fidgeted and the air between them became awkward, no thanks to Jade’s awkward confession.

“Listen, I was wondering, and you can totally say no, if you wanted to maybe go to dinner with me? That’s if dinner is something you do, not like eat, because I’m sure you eat dinner, but if you don’t I’m not judging you. I mean like dinner dinner, y’know?” the boy looked frazzled and a little desperate to stop his verbal diarrhea from making him look even stupider than he did in that current moment.

“Like a date?” Jade hoped she wasn’t being too forward, but then again, a girl had to know. Owen gave her a sheepish smile and a nod yes, instantly filling her with excitement. “YES! Uhm... I mean sound great. I’d totally love- i mean like to go on a date with you” she blushed furiously, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate or too excited.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7?” she nodded and he smiled turning around and jogging back to set. Jade felt like she could fly or bench press a bus. She always tried to deny having feelings for him, but whenever she was asked she would stumble over her words and everyone instantly knew. Savannah and Tori often teased her about her feelings and pushed her to ask him out, but she was too nervous. Correction, she was too afraid to be rejected.

Jade never thought of herself as anything more than a plain and ordinary girl who happened to be able to dance well. She wasn’t overly pretty but she wasn’t hideous either, and there were very little standout qualities. Most people described her as quiet, mousy with a pretty smile, but nothing ever more than that. She believed she got it from her family as they too were described similarly. Her mother was a dentist and her father worked at a law firm. She was an only child and they have always lived a comfortable life, so naturally Jade never had any interesting stories to tell. She was just your average plain Jane.

The drive back to her apartment was full of joy and she blasted the music in her car as she drove, singing along to every tune. She was extremely excited to go on this date and her enthusiasm carried on as she bounced to her apartment door and inside. Placing her keys on the counter by the door, she went to her closet to pick out the best outfit. Looking at the array of clothing, she picked out a few and sent them to her co-stars/best friends for their opinions. Unfortunately, they both had different ideas as to what she should wear that night.

Sav: go for something cute and conservative! Southern boys like all American girls!

Tori: go for something a little sexy Cali girl. Like I’m a good girl but I’m also capable of being bad too

Sav: for the first date? Idk...

Tori: Sav, do you really think Owen is only about them all American girls? He was the one talking about how peaches were a brilliant emojis for butts

Sav: point taken.

Sav: go for something that best represents you!

Jade: a paper bag?

Tori: really?

Tori: you are more than just a paper bag J

Sav: we gotta go, Kenny’s calling places. I’m sure what you’ll pick will be fine! Send us a pic!

Jade frowned that her friends couldn’t chat longer to help her, but she knew she had to do this on her own. After filing through clothing, she finally found something she liked but noticed that she had spent an hour picking an outfit. Owen would be by in two hours, meaning that she had to speed up her process if she didn’t want to feel rushed!

She slipped stepping into the tub to take a shower, smashing her elbow on the towel bar. She quickly tried to rub the pain as she cursed under her breath. She had no time to be clumsy! She started her shower up and gracefully hopped in this time, hoping to avoid any further injury. After doing her daily hygiene routine, she applied the hair mask and wrapped it up in a shower cap, applying her face mask right after. She noticed that her legs felt the slightest bit fuzzy and cursed herself for not shaving in the shower. Quickly glazing at her phone for the time, she slathered on shaving cream and attempted to shave her leg using her bathroom counter, which was a mistake. She slipped, nicking her leg on the way down, bumping her head against the wall too.

“It’s fine, you’re fine, not a big deal Jade” she comforted herself. “Stick a Band-Aid on it and just wear jeans!”

She began to wash out the hair and facemask, making a mental note to patch herself up after. As she patted her face dry, she opened the medicine cabinet to grab a Band-Aid, when the lights shut off. Fumbling around for her phone, she quickly turned on the flashlight to find a Band-Aid and her bathrobe. Slipping on the robe, she made her way to the apartment breaker. Nothing had tripped on the breaker panel, but the power in her suite was completely shut off.

“That’s fine! You’ll just have to go with your natural curls instead of spicing things up with a straightener!” she could already feel the nauseous and claustrophobic feeling in her chest creep up on her, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Now was not a good time for her to have an anxiety attack. She had an hour and fifteen minutes before Owen came. Plenty of time... right?

Making her way over to her closet, she began to look for another outfit that would look good with the jeans that she had picked out. She tried on top after top, but nothing seemed to fit right. Giving a huff in frustration, she sat on the bed to take a deep breath. She had to get going if she was going to have enough time to do her makeup, but it seemed like life had other plans. All of a sudden, the fire alarm in the complex went off, indicating that everyone was being asked to evacuate. She jumped at the noise and quickly threw on a sweater, grabbing her passport, wallet, documents and phone before exiting the building with the other residents.

It turned out to be a fire drill that was scheduled to happen last week, but Jade had completely forgotten about it. They all had to stand outside while the fire marshal cleared the building and checking the safety of it. By the time Jade had made her way back into the building and up to her suite, she had 30 minutes before Owen came over. She hated the outfit she was wearing, her hair was a mess due to the wind outside and she had no makeup on!

The feeling in her chest increased gradually as she rushed around the house, doing her best to multitask. The power came back on when she entered the suite, so she tried straightening her hair as the curls were a mess, but she underestimated her multitasking skills. She burnt herself multiple times as she tried to do her makeup and hair at the same time. It didn’t help that the bottom half of her hair was straight and the bottom half wasn’t, and her eyeliner was uneven. Looking at herself in the mirror stressed her out even more, so she washed her face and decided to restart. The alarm on her phone notified her that Owen would be at the door in 5 minutes, and that’s when everything bubbled over. Looking at her messy face, half done hair, wet shirt and jeans, she sniffled until the tears welled over. She sank to the bathroom floor feeling like an idiot. No normal person would be this upset over their appearance, so why was she? Would Owen think she was weird because of this? Would he even want to go out with her? Her breathing increased and she started to feel her ensuite close in on her, signaling a full blown anxiety attack.

Jade wasn’t comfortable talking about her anxiety. Her parents often made her feel like she was overreacting or seeking attention whenever they happened, but they never understood that if Jade had the choice, these things wouldn’t get to her. This feeling that you need to escape, but you don’t have the energy so you’re just a buzzing ball sitting in a deep dark hole. She would often cry during her attacks, ashamed that she lost control and ashamed that she got to this place. Her friends would tell her to seek professional help for it, but she waved them off knowing that if she did see someone, it would make things worse between her and her parents. She loved them a lot and often sought for their approval, and doing this would work against the hard work she put in to make them proud.

“Jade?...unlocked...hope that’s okay?... helloo?....dead?.... Jade?”

“Jade? Hey... Hey you’re okay...”

“Jade? It’s Owen.”

“Squeeze my hand if you hear me”

“Okay good. I want you to breathe with me”

“You’re doing great”

“That’s it”

“Breathe in for five, out for five”

“In five”

“Out five”

The murkiness of the voice became clearer and clearer as she regained control of her breathing. She began to feel a warmth enveloping her and holding her firmly. She wasn’t in the bathroom anymore but rather on the sofa in her living room with the balcony door open, letting in a cool breeze.

“Jade?” She focused her attention on the blonde boy who sat beside her, his arm currently wrapped around her and the other holding her hand. “Hey” his smile was warm and understanding, but Jade couldn’t help the tears that came to her eyes. Seeing this, Owen knew immediately what was happening. Before the apology left her lips, Owen had already began to speak.

“You have nothing to apologize for... Is this the first time?” She bowed her head sadly, wiping away the tears and shaking her head no. In this moment, she felt like a little kid getting into trouble, bracing herself for the disappointment she caused.

“Listen, I know how you feel. Your anxiety? Your panic? I feel it every day. You don’t have to be ashamed in front of me. Hell, you shouldn’t have to feel ashamed in front of anyone. Everyone goes through this right? Well obviously, in their own ways and not like you and me, but I think you get the point” his rant elicited a small chuckle from the girl. “Want to talk about it?”

Jade nodded her head, feeling comfortable around him. She recounted her struggles since getting home to the razor to the power to the fire drill up until their current moment. Owen was silent and attentive the entire time, hanging on to every word that came from her mouth.

“I mean, I’m flattered that you put in all this work to go on a date with me, but seriously, and I’m not saying this to like get on your good side or anything, but you don’t need all the makeup and stuff. You’re pretty pretty on your own” she smiled at his comment, grateful for the compliment as it made her feel better.

“Thanks, I’m sorry I ruined our date” he scoffed and shook his head, moving to the kitchen counter picking up the flowers he had brought for her.

“I was going to give these to you at the door, but seeing as the plans have changed, you should probably take them and put them in some water?” she blushed at the gesture and took them gratefully from him. As she puttered around the kitchen for some sort of vase, he tapped away on his phone. “Do you like pizza?”

“Owen, I LOVE pizza” he grinned back at her and tapped a couple more times on his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Bringing date night to us.” he replied simply, locking his screen and plopping down on the couch, clicking through the apps on the TV. “Alright, so you’re gonna show me your favorite musical and I will show you mine”

Jade thought that in order to make a good impression on a first date, you had to look perfect. Owen that night helped her see that when two people like each other, Pizza and Musicals are all you need on a first date.

#owen joyner #imagine #fanfiction #owen joyner fanfiction #owen patrick joyner #owen patrick joyner fanfic

14 notes · View notes

george-mackay-macfine · 5 years ago

Text

Truth or Dare

Requested.

Synopsis: George has a crush on Y/N, Y/N has a crush on George. It’s up to Dean to get them together.

Word Count: 2,265

“Truth or dare.” I watched as Y/N’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked at Dean.

“Dare.” He rolled his eyes. “And make it a good one.” Y/N sat up a little straighter.

“Alrighty then, I dare you to film a makeup tutorial and post it on your Instagram stories.”

“No way, fuck that.” He shook his head. “That last forever.”

“Then I guess you forfeit.” Y/N smirked across the table, “And that means it’s another point to the girls.”

“C’mon Dean.” Spike cried from my left. “You can’t let the girls win.” This had become a weekly tradition. The boys from set gathered in mine and Dean’s shared flat, and played a face-off game of truth or dare with the girls from wardrobe and hair & makeup. My invention, I’d tried flirting with Y/N one day on set when she was fixing my hair and it turned into some ridiculous lie when I’d panicked and realised I’d nearly asked her out, then I had to convince Dean to go along with my ridiculous lie.

“Again,” Y/N chuckled swirling her drink in her glass.

“It’s literally six against three, and we’re still loosing,” Spike added.

“Sorry lads.” He forfeited. “Can’t do it.”

“Fuck sake.” Gerran cried. “Can I switch teams?”

“No, it’s fine we’re still winning this game.” He tapped the table. “Now smart ass.” He looked at Y/N who gulped under his glance. “Dare or dare?”

“That’s not how it works!” Alice a makeup artist on set protested.

“New rules.” Dean shrugged. “Now what do you say?” Y/N’s eyes turned to slits as she leaned towards Dean.

“Dare.” She challenged. Dean smirked and turned to look at me, winking quickly.

“Dean…” I began sitting up straighter. “What are you…”

“I dare you and George to go into his room and make out.”

“What.” Y/N and I cried together as everyone around us hooted and hollered.

“You and George, his room, kiss.” He simplified. “Or you’re in isolation for an hour.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Y/N hit her forehead with her hand.

“I’ll go if you won’t.” Jasmine, another makeup girl sent me a flirty wink. She’d been trying to get with me for the past month, and tonight's game when she was dared to do a body shot of my body was closest she’d come.

“Nope, sorry Y/N only.” Dean leant back against the chair and smirked at her.

“Fine.” She stood up and stormed to my room.

“Well, go on, we want to win.” Adam Hugill pointed after her. “If she doesn't kiss you we win.” He reminded me. I started to stand, stopping midway to hiss into Dean’s ear.

“You’re a fucking cock.”

“You’ll thank me later,” I follow Y/N into my room, finding her sitting on the bed, two bottles of vodka laid flat on the sheet.

“Now what?” She asked as I closed the door behind me.

“We wait in here for an hour until they're drunk enough and forget what we were supposed to be doing in here.” I shrugged sitting on the bed. Y/N got up and began to look around. “And if they ask why we took so long…”

“I’ll tell them you ravished me.” I chocked on some air, she turned to smile at me.

“You want to tell them that?”

“They won't remember in the morning.” She walked over and sat beside me on the bed. “ How does it feel to be a prisoner in your own flat.” I picked up one of the bottles and twisted off the cap. “We really need new friends,”

“Or a better game.”

“Truth or dare.” Y/N asks as I drunk some of the clear liquid.

“Didn't we just leave that game?”

“An hour to waste.” She was right.

“Truth"

“What was the last thing you searched for on your phone?”

“How long does a hard-boiled egg stay OK for?”

“The answer?” She questioned taking the bottle from me.

“Four days. Truth or dare,” I asked.

“Truth,”

“If you had to choose between going naked or having your thoughts appear in thought bubbles above your head for everyone to read, which would you choose?”

“How long am I naked for?” She purses her lips.

“A week.” She lets out a slow hiss.

“How long do the thoughts appear?”

“A month.”

“Naked, my thoughts would get me into too much trouble. Truth or dare?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Good question though.”

“Truth.”

“Boring.” She bit her lip as she thought “True or false? You have a crush on Rachel.” Rachel was one of the assistants on set. She wasn’t my type.

“False.” She grabs the bottle and skulls some liquid. “Easy tiger.”

“Need to drown out that question from memory,”

“She’s not that bad.” I defended.

“I dunno, you’ve never had to do her hair because she’s wanted to ‘impress you.’, have you.” She shivered. “Truth or dare.”

“Isn’t it my turn?”

“I’m a lady, let me have another.”

“Dare."

“I dare you... I dare you…” She looked stumped, her tongue clicking in her mouth as she thought.

"C’mon Y/N.”

“…’M thinking... I dare you too... Send a dick pic to someone here tonight.”

She wants me to what.

“Male, female… doesn’t matter.” She shrugged

“As you wish.” I mustered up all the courage I could and stood from the bed, the fakest smirk on my lips as I unbutton my jeans, stripping them down so I was left just in my boxers and t-shirt.

“Seeing a whole other side to you now George.” Y/N chuckled.

“You asked for it.” I reminded as I picked up my phone from the bed, walking behind her. “Just remember that.” I checked to make sure she wasn’t looking as I struck a silly face into the camera, a flash fills the room. I pull my boxers out and let them go back, so the elastic hits my skin with a flick before I walk back around to her. I type in my phone the number I wanted to send it too before laying my phone on the bed, sitting next to it. A second later Y/N's phone dings. She looks from it to me, her cheeks tinged pink. “Hope you like it.”

“Gonna put your pants back on?”

“Nah, comfy. Truth or dare.”

“Dare.” I take a breath as I take another leap.

“Hit on me.”

“What?”

“Hit on me, like we're at a party. Say you don't know me, and you think I'm fit... What would you do?”

“Are you serious, there's no way I'm doing that.” She shook her head.

“Then I win.” I smirked, “And that means the boys win.” I looked triumphantly out the window for only a moment before a hand ran across my leg. I turned to look at Y/N who was watching me.

“First, I'd laugh at all your stupid jokes, just to make an excuse to touch you... Make you overly conscious of where my hand is on your body.” God, she’s beautiful. Her fingers trailed along the edge of my boxers, fingers dipping under the material. I watch as she picks up the vodka bottle, eyes sparkling as she pours some over my torso. “I'm so sorry, let me help you with that.” Her hands leave my boxers, making quick work to get the wet material off my body. If there was a bathroom, I'd take you there, try and wash it out of the shirt, but it'd only make it worse and eventually you'd end up shirtless just like this,” Her fingertips tipped under the waistband of my boxers. Her eyes never leaving mine as she bites on her bottom lip,

“And that works?”

“Last I used it.”

“When was that?”

“A year ago... Truth or dare.” She whispered, standing up and walking to my speaker system.

“Truth,”

“What's one thing you wish you could change about today?” She turns and leans against the window sill.

“Not telling you how beautiful you looked in the field.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“I think you’re magnificent.” She smiles, a little laugh leaving her. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“What would you change?”

“I would stop Jasmine doing a shot off you.” She confessed.

“Why?”

“I just don’t.” Her head dipped down, hair falling in front of her eyes.

“Truth or dare.” She looked up, mouth open as I asked her again. “You had two turns.”

“Dare.”

“Come here.” Y/N froze for a second mind working over everything before she slowly walked over, stopping just in front of me.

“Truth or dare.” She whispered.

“Truth…"

“Did Dean set this up?” I could hear the shyness in her tone as she spoke. I looked at her face as my hands reached out and ran up Y/N's bare legs pushing the long shirt she's wearing up. My hands found the skin of her ass.

“He’s been trying for weeks.” I gave her ass a little squeeze, all shyness fading from my body as I touched hers. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Why do you wish she didn’t do the shot?” She bit her lip for a second, trying to work out if she should tell me the real reason.

“I don't like other girls touching you. I didn't like her lips on your neck…" Her finger traced down one side of my neck. “Truth or dare…"

“Truth.”

“Did you know?” I raised an eyebrow. “About my crush on you?” I shook my head ‘no’.

“If I did, it would have made things easier.”

“Truth or dare.”

“Skipping again.” She giggled down at me. “I pick dare, Y/N.”

“Convince me to make out with you.”

‘I don't think I need to do that.” I pulled her down so she was sitting on my lap, legs either side of my own. I smiled at her as my lips skimmed along her jawline. I found a spot on her décolletage right above her collar bones and began to suck and kiss the spot. Y/N's hands grip my hair, a whimper leaving her.

“Kiss me.” She cried. “George, please.” I wrapped my arms and lower my lips to hers. “George, I need you.” She whispered against my lips,

“You’ve got me.” I let my hand wander to her jaw, fingertips dancing over her skin. Then just like that, I was kissing her, finally kissing her, a quick peck of soft lips, testing the boundaries, When she didn’t resist the peck I immediately followed by a hungry open-mouthed kiss. It was wet and hot and everything I’d ever imagined kissing Y/N would be like. My hands travelled her body, gripping lightly onto her shirt, encouraging to come closer, needing her closer… Like it was possible. Her hands left my face, one going to my shoulders, the other around my neck as she tried to pull me closer. If I were ever in control, now I was at a total surrender,

Y/N had me. All of me as I tilted my head up we were still kissing like the world was going to end at any moment, her tongue slipped into my mouth, gentle but demanding, controlling the passion of the kiss. My fingers gripped her hair pulling at it as I bite on her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth. I had never wanted anyone like I want Y/N, ever.

“Love birds.” She pulled away from me as Dean’s voice bellowed through the door, followed quickly by rough knocking. “Are you two making out yet.” She went to stand, but I held onto her. “C’mon guys, open the fucking door.”

“Ignore it,” I whispered. “Stay here with me.” She knew where I meant when I said here. My fingers touched her neck, and the hair was pushed to the side, my lips replacing the misplaced hair. Her fingertips drew a line from my neck down my bare arms, down to my hands. I grabbed them holding them in my own rough hands.

“C’mon we gotta know, open up.” My heart was beating out my chest, my eyes closing as I tried to remember how to circulate oxygen around my body. Y/N’s lips fell onto my shoulder, running softly along the skin, up towards my ear but she doesn’t make it as far, she stops and bites my neck gently as I tilt my head to the side, it doesn’t hurt me, it only makes me want her more.

“Dean let’s go, they’re clearly not answering.” I heard Alice through the heavy wooden door.

“George.” She whispered. “Why me?”

“Y/N you should be kissed often.” My hand came up to her check, the other resting on her hip. “By someone who really likes you”

“You like me?”

“All I know is that when someone mentions you. I light up Y/N, and maybe that's evidence that I’m falling in love. That I’ve been falling in love.”

“You don’t mean that.” I lean in to kiss her again. “We shouldn’t. We work together...”

“I’m not going to lie to you. I’m not perfect, nowhere near it in fact. I’ll annoy you, piss you off, say stupid things, then I’m going to take it all back.” I leaned down so our eyes were level. “But put all that aside, and you’ll never find a person who cares, or loves you more than me.” I brought both her hands up to his face, kissing the scars that lay on her wrist. “It’s okay.”

“I can’t think right now, there’s too much in my head.”

“Let me distract you.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #GeorgeMackay #George MacKay fanfic #George MacKay Imagine #GeorgeMacKayImagine #Request #Storytime

216 notes · View notes

seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 5 years ago

Text

Until Forever - Sirius Black

Chapter 11. Friends.

After that particular talk she had with Minerva, she felt lighter, as if the weight she was carrying on had been lifted from her chest, freeing her from the invisible tyrant. She had finally found someone she could be honest – she hated lying, even white lies put her in a hard position. She was slowly learning how to be at ease when things falling apart and that she had to start over; how to trust those new beginnings once more, how to trust in the rebirth of things and people, including herself; that with every new beginning, she found another lost piece of herself, and with every new adventure, she fell in love with something she would never have thought she’d love. They were scary and confusing but they were also spectacular and extraordinary. Running away was not always the solution. Slowly, but steadily enough, she was learning how to let new people in – how to reawaken her faith in people and their ability to love and their ability to open her heart again. And while she was dreading it, she was hoping that people could see all the different sides of her and still stay. She was never big on trusting herself but she had to; she had to find the ability to trust all those tough experiences that left scars inside her heart or stitches inside her brain, all of that contributed to who she had grown to be. She had to finally understand that things didn’t always fall apart to give an ending, but sometimes they fell apart to present a new beginning. Couple of days passed her by, as she decided to do nothing at all but take of herself, occasionally talking about her secret with her professor and giving in to the pleasure of the beauty world. She was a 2020’s girl and could not, would not, compromise that for the makeup trends of the 70s and 80s. She hated the bold colors that were used without blending – the big hair and the extreme statements. She was a girl of her time, and that time wasn’t this one. Her things were cut-creases and winged eyeliner, matte foundation and contouring, perfectly shaped eyebrows and soft lips. She had to ask her professor for a couple of favors, but Minerva was more than happy to oblige, remembering her young years as well. She had spent the last days, happily alone – of course she was thinking about everything. Her old life, however, seemed too far away from her now. Like a distant dream. She knew that it was more than just a possibility to never live in her time again, and even though that saddened her, she found herself relieved – she had formed attachments despite her initial thoughts of being distant and alone. Yup, that went well.

The 29th day of December had arrived and she was still contemplating whether or not to go to the party. Thanks to Minerva, who was even more excited than she was, she had now a gorgeous dress and high heels but her gut feeling told her that maybe, she just wanted to go so she could see him. With another girl. And in the process, hurt Remus again. While all that time, she should be investigating everyone and everything so she could find a way to change the story and the outcomes. Oh, well, she was twenty-two, after all. She was one of the very few Gryffindors who had stayed and she had the common room to herself most of the time – just like now; she was enjoying silence with a bottle of sparkling wine. She was ecstatic for not having to buy more bottles but simply conjuring more delicious wine – magic was helpful. Unknown to her, she was being stared at. She had stars behind each eyelid and a galaxy in her soul that drew people to her endless heart, like the pull of a black hole, she was made of earth and fire, of wishes cast on shooting stars. She was a brand-new solar system, unlike the ones he had known so far, with constellations ever changing. No one could memorize her skies and he thought the thing for all of her previous relationships to do was bring her down to size. He could see, they had tried to shrunk the universe within her, told her that her vast expanse was wrong, that she should make her life much smaller, if she wanted to belong. But she had denied them that privilege over her and he was amazed by her strength. He threw himself to the couch and she yelp in surprise. He was the last person she expected to see there. He was enjoying her loss of words very much, trying at the same time to convince himself that his visit was purely out of friendly interest. “What can I say? I felt bad for leaving you alone” he exclaimed rather provocatively. She sneered and arched her eyebrow. That was how they were playing at. “Don’t. I was having fun” she answered truthfully, pointing at her drink. He knew he was supposed to follow her hand but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was a vision of heartache and blooded marches that hadn’t even started yet; a battlefield of blossomed roses about to sacrifice themselves to the Gods so that their love would survive. “What kind of a friend would I be then, huh? Speaking of, I didn’t know your birthday was a month ago. But guess who did… ouch” he said and even though it was a mockery, he did sound hurt, or rather jealous. She thought about the word he had used – friend. He wasn’t. Even though she so desperately wanted him to be, he wasn’t. “He asked, you didn’t” she fired as soft as a bullet hitting the petals of a rose. Raising her glass to a toast she never proposed, she saluted him and he knew she was in a mood, alright. “Careful there, you were almost being sweet” he provoked her further. She simply turned her entire body towards him, taking notice of everything, his outfit, his hair, his eyes. He could wear a rag and he would still look incredible. Of course, the leather jacket and the black biker boots were making her imagination run wild. She forgot what she wanted to say to him – probably something sarcastic – and instead offered wine, face masks and her room. Bold move – and a risk he accepted. Sirius was a dilemma; a broken crown wanting to reclaim the throne; a shuttered mirror trying to depict life as it once was. She thought how childish he had been described in the books – but she kept forgetting that all of that was supposed to be parts of a book. He felt real, next to her, with a green tissue mask on his face, pretending to be a zombie and drinking wine. He was just a young adult and he had every right in the world to enjoy his life as much as possible – she wanted him to have those moments, for later he would lose all hope. “What is this? I love it!” he proclaimed his love to the bottle of wine he had also claimed for himself only. She tried not to laugh because she, herself, had a tissue mask on her face but it proved to be impossible. “It’s called Moscato d’Asti – and it’s my favorite” she told him as she laid on her bed, closing her eyes, not wanting to meet his. Next thing she knew, he was right beside her, his hand grazing her thigh. She swallowed hard and shot up – straight to the bathroom. Removing the mask and washing her face with cold water, she did a breathing exercise to calm her nerves but her stomach had been replaced by a knot. She looked at the mirror, a reflection she didn’t recognize. Taking a deep breath, she went out finding Sirius pacing back and forth. It would have been a rather serious scene but he still had his mask on, something he realized and looked down embarrassed. After a moment or two in the bathroom, recollecting himself, he exited with a fake smile that made her guts twist, so she blurted out the first thing that came into her mind. “I met your brother. Nice guy” she commented honestly but his cringed. Arching her eyebrow, and raising her hands up, she surrendered. He sat down next to her, eyeing her and wanting nothing more than to tell her the whole truth. “I will answer any question you have but let me give you your birthday present” he gave in once his eyes met hers. He was lying to everyone when he was pretending to be her friend – he wasn’t. Before she could register what was happening, Sirius had an entire tattoo kit to play with. Her mouth hung open, not even close to believing the scene unfolding. “No, no, no, no. First off, you’re drunk. Then I don’t trust you with a needle to draw something permanent on me and no!” she summed up quickly but he wasn’t listening. “I know what I am doing. Trust me” he informed her rather nonchalant. They did have a deal… She bit her lip and rolled her eyes. Fine. She had an excuse now, for revealing her tattoos to him. He hadn’t asked her too but she wanted. “Okay. But you have to see my other tattoos first” she carefully told him, watching hi prepare the equipment; his head shot up in the words. He had never thought she would show him her story – because each tattoo was a part of her story. She had never been good at hiding her feelings… and here she was, swallowing her emotions, mutilating her own self for someone else’s sake. She saw the broken pieces in his eyes and wished she could tell him that he would heal in four months, or two weeks, or by next Monday if he really tried. But she couldn’t and that costed her. For if there was anything, she had learned about moving forward, about letting go, about becoming the person she wanted to become — it was that it happened in the quietest moments. Growth crept into her, it burrowed and it stretched, it cracked her open from the inside, and one day she woke up and she had to open her eyes. Maybe he would need more time or better suited people around him. Slowly, she revealed each of her tattoos to him. She removed the spell concealing them and let him explore her. He was tracing his fingertips on her skin. He had seen the lotus flower and remembered her explanation. Her left ring finger was delicately decorated with a small rose. His hands traveled to the inner part of her forearm just below her right elbow, caressing the bracelet of the phases of the moon and the sunflower that reminded him of the sunflowers Van Gogh used to paint. Her shirt was loose enough for him to push the strips off of her shoulder to reveal the Arabic quote she had tattooed on her left collarbone. Before he could stop himself, he was fondling her inked skin – his hand was too close to her neck – he could see her pulse quicken, he felt her breath on his mouth. He knew she had more tattoos but stopped before leaning too close. “I didn’t run away to leave my brother behind. I was thrown out and I am haunted by the ghost of him. I know I have screwed up but they were right about one thing. I don’t believe that I deserve love – I couldn’t give it when I had to” he confessed, gathering his tools to create a birthday present for her that would last. She didn’t dare to move, looking at him as if any moment now, he would vanish. He carefully took her left hand and cleaned the inner part of her forearm just below her elbow with pure alcohol. With an eye contact to seal their deal, he begun drawing. It hurt but it was a sweet burning sensation that she didn’t really mind. “It’s a lie to think that you don’t deserve love if you aren’t able to love yourself. You deserve it. You deserve companionship and care and relationships that feel good and spaces where you’re cherished and valued. Even if you have days where you want to crawl out of your skin and disappear. Even if there are moments when you feel inadequate and unlovable. You don’t have to be alone just because you’re battling your own darkness. Carrying that weight doesn’t make you defective or too much or unworthy of love and belonging. It makes you human. It makes you someone who’s internalized judgments that were never yours to carry. It makes you someone who’s survived a lifetime of trauma and loss and pain. Someone resilient and inconceivably brave. Someone courageous enough to connect, despite the lies in your head. And there’s no shame in that. So please, don’t withdraw or close yourself off. Self-hatred doesn’t get unlearned through isolation. It’s unlearned through love. Through connection and care. Through having relationships and gathering evidence that you can be imperfect and struggling and still be valued. That you can hurt and be at war with your head and still be wanted. I know it’s hard to trust, but you belong. And no matter how much darkness you’re carrying, you deserve to love and be loved” she told him while he was still focused on the piece, he wanted her to have. His hair falling elegantly on his face, eyes silver as mercury dancing across her skin. ‘There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in’ it read as the quote was mingling with the swirling blues and yellows of the Starry night. It was a bracelet as well but it made her teary – her favorite painting with some of the most meaningful words she had read. He wrapped it and sealed it close but she already knew how to take care of new tattoos. When his eyes met hers, the entire world seized to exist. It was just them and nothing could intervene. She didn’t stop herself from hugging him and thanking him – a whisper that made him melt inside her embrace. “There is a Japanese word; kinsukuroi. It’s the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. I find it strangely reassuring” he tenderly told her and she felt a blissful breeze of refreshing air calming down her lungs. “If you want to see the other tattoos, you can. It’s just that…” she trailed of and cautiously grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it off. She knew it was too much – she could have just described them to him. But she knew it was a risk she was willing to take because the moment would never be perfect, the circumstances would only worsen and her heart would only break even more. He took a sharp breath in but didn’t stop her; quite the opposite really. He found himself helping her out of her shirt with shaky hands. His touch burned her but she could only look at him and see a future – it scared her. His eyes stayed on hers but slowly they roamed her upper body and suddenly they fell on the canis major constellation, tattooed right in the middle of her chest – underneath her bra. There was a small blue bird in the left side of her rib-cage, probably the one from Bukowski’s poem. He wasn’t able to do anything but stare at her and explore her body. She softly nudged her hair out of the way and his eyes traveled to her neck once again. It was the most intimate thing he had ever done. She twisted her torso so he could see her back – a pair of antlers resting close to her hairline and the planetary system running down her spine. Not just any tattoo. It was almost identical to his. “How is this possible? The moon, the canis major, the antlers, the planets? How?” he asked disoriented, not knowing which tattoo to look at because if he looked at her face, he would kiss her, crush her in his arms. She shrugged and put her shirt back on. He knew those tattoos were done at least a year ago – she didn’t know them. “Maybe not in your reality. But is was in mine” she airily told him, leaving him with questions to which he did know the answer. The girl in front of him hadn’t simply fallen from the sky to his embrace. She had fallen through time. He was too close, his breath on her mouth, her hands on his arm, tracing the patterns of his tattoos. She closed her eyes, not wanting to collide. Not now. Not yet. But she couldn’t say no all at once. She placed a small peck on his cheek and thanked him again. “Care for a cigarette?” she mouthed too close to his lips. No, he didn’t. He cared about her. All the right ways – and all the wrong ones. He was hers in a way he never belonged to anyone ever before. A little. A lot. Passionately. Not all.

___ Taglist: @nadinissavage @mycobrakai1972

51 notes · View notes

wonderlandmind4 · 6 years ago

Text

Monster In Me (Loves the Monster in You)

A Bucky Barnes fic. (Can be read as a one shot; eventually a mini-series)

Summary: Mission: Undercover at a high-end Casino/Gentlemen’s club. Objective: Obtain Hydra intelligence via a USB drive. Except, Bucky becomes a little distracted.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language. Mild violence. Mentions of strippers and sex workers and what tends to happen in places like that. Eventual angst. *Takes place after CW and Black Panther. There’s no such thing as The Snap in this one.*

Words: 7.2k (Title from Little Mix, Monster In Me)

A/N: I’ve had this idea for months in my head and I finally sat down in wrote it. This will probably be a mini-series, at least three parts for sure. (pic not mine)

One Year and A Half Ago:

“This is the fanciest strip joint I’ve ever been in,” Bucky murmurs, expertly sliding past a group of half-naked, who he assumes to be, dancers. They’re wearing the shortest skirts he’s ever seen and little heart shaped glittering- pasties- is what Wanda called them at the compound.

He’d be more nervous of people recognizing him if it weren’t for the facial disguising veil Agent Hill gave him and the others. She also gave him a realistic but fake flesh colored hand that Tony had made. It was a hassle to get it on and adjust properly; lube had to unfortunately be involved.

“You often visit strip clubs, Barnes?” Natasha’s teasing voice crackles through the comm in his ear. “It’s a Gentlemen’s Casino, by the way.”

“Just a classy way of saying strip club,” Clint inputs.

Bucky rolls his eyes, spotting Clint across the room on the second level of the club. He’s sitting with his profile angled toward the open floor plan of the room. The wide, expansion of the room, with marbled pillars and floors, and red drapes lining the walls. There are mini stages set up here and there, some with dance poles and others without. The main stage is to the right of the room, with two bars on opposite sides. There are separate hallways leading to the private paid rooms in the back. On the second level and also the opposite side of the joint is the casino portion, with the wide lobby between the main rooms. The main casino room holds several smaller performing stages as well, and its own bar on a smaller scale.

“We did sneak into a burlesque show when we were seventeen” Steve supplies unhelpfully.

A tiny one-syllable chuckle escape Bucky’s lips as he runs his right hand through his slicked back hair. He oddly remembers that. He almost remembers Steve’s poor, sick mother nearly tugging their ears off after she found out. Bucky carefully and nonchalantly scans the room as he makes his way to the bar.

“You’d be surprised how many joints I’ve been in as the Winter Soldier,” He mutters, eyes locking on a man dress in a white suit.

“Some of the sleazier Hydra agents liked to do business in them,” Natasha confirms. “Speaking of, I got eyes on our first target. Heading your way Barton.”

“Copy that,” He answers lowly.

Bucky finally makes it to the bar, keeping the man in white in his peripheral. He orders whiskey on ice when the bartender asks, making a show to slide a crisp Benjamin across the countertop. His tactic works quickly, as a woman with platform heels and a glittering body suit slides in next to him.

“Who ya’ buying for, honey?” She questions with a flirty drop to her voice.

Glancing at her, Bucky pretends he’s interested, sliding his fresh drink over to her. He turns on his charm the best he can, flashing her a crooked smile. He turns his torso to face her, leaning his right elbow on the counter.

“You, sweetheart,” He responds lowly. “Enjoy,” Then he turns to face the bartender again.

She gives him a strange look for the briefest moment, accepting the drink. “That’s it?”

Bucky glances at her, then over her shoulder as the man in white turns. Not the target he thought it was. He turns his attention back to the woman.

“Enjoy,” He tells her. “Plus, I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t mind a few more free drinks either.”

The girl beams brightly at him before waving her girlfriend over. They thank him as he leaves, heading towards the opposite bar to get a better view of the entrance. He orders another drink from the new bartender, his eyes lazily scanning the room.

He doesn’t spot the man he’s looking for, but he does see one of the waitresses huff in anger as she walks away from a table of older men. The waitresses are dress a differently, short sequins shorts with thigh high stockings and garter belts, those same platform feels and a lacy red and black corsets.

She makes her way to the bar, dropping her tray down a little harder than necessary, giving the order to the second bartender. She quickly glances at Bucky, then flashes a fake smile on her face, pushing stray hairs from her eyes.

“Sorry about that, have you been served, sweetie?” She says in a silky tone.

Bucky makes to answer, when another table rudely snaps their fingers for her attention. While she’s distracted, he turns to the bartender handing him his drink.

“Are there rules against buying drinks for the waitresses?” He inquires, forming a bit of a plan in his head.

“No, but you aren’t allowed to touch them or book them for the private rooms,” The man answers sternly.

“Got it. Could you make whatever drink she likes, please?”

“Coming up.”

Once the candy red drink is made and the waitress comes back with a new order, he slides the glass over to her. She eyes him suspiciously, with good reason Bucky thinks, then looks at the bartender. The man nods in approval and for her own safety that Bucky didn’t spike her drink. She smiles in gratitude, taking a long sip as if it’s nothing but water.

Bucky starts up casually chit-chat with her every time she comes back to the bar for new orders. He turns up his charm, flirts and buys her another drink when she finishes the first one. All the while the comms are quiet as the team and himself scan the Casino. Nothing so far, which is normal considering the night is still young, but the switch of important Hydra database files and their new plan for weapons is still high risk.

The plan is for Barton and Bucky to track the two Hydra agents to gather intel of which man has the USB they’re suppose to obtain. Bucky is meant to track the second agent, a higher risk level, to one of the card tables. If the man has the drive, he’s to signal Natasha, who will then cut the power for no more than two minutes. That’s his window to obtain the drive, should the agent have it. Easy. Two minutes is plenty of time.

Something is shining from the second level, catching Bucky’s attention; Barton. He gives a small signal for Bucky to keep his eyes on the main entrance. However, a group of people just stood up and he has to get around them. He leaves the bar, circling around the large group to head to the entrance.

Bucky halts in his tracks, distracted as a new couple walks through the doors. It’s not the sight of the Hydra target waltzing in like he owns the goddamn place, no. It’s his escort that stuns Bucky into momentarily forgetting what his mission is.

The woman is absolutely beautiful, gorgeous. She holds herself high in confidence wearing a long, satin black evening dress. The neckline plunging down her chest, just below her breasts, a good amount of cleavage showing. There’s a thigh high split in the dress exposing her lean right leg, showing off sleek, expensive looking heels. Bucky swallows the hard lump in his throat. He’s never been so distracted by a woman before.

Her outfit leaves very little to the imagination, and although she’s wearing more clothes than some of the dancers, he thinks she’s the most stunning and sexiest woman in the room. Her hair is pull to the side over her right shoulder, the dangling opal earrings gleaming colorfully against the lights in the room. Her delicate fingers are wrapped around a stylish black clutch with a golden sleek logo on the front. Her nails are perfectly manicured, muted against the large sapphire ring on her left middle finger. Everything about this woman drips money, especially since her right hand is on the elbow of their target.

Her makeup looks neutral, her natural beauty and cheekbones doing wonders for her. Her lips are painted a bright red, perfectly applied as if she were born with that lip color. Bucky can’t tell the color of her eyes, standing too far away, but they do scan the crowd of people lazily. And with a sudden spark of realization, Bucky thinks she looks bored.

Maybe she’s escorted the Hydra agent to these functions before as he does business deals and trades. Maybe she’s left alone at the bars or tables as the target ruthlessly kills people behind her back. Maybe he leaves her to fend for herself as he disgustingly goes off to cheat on her. Maybe Bucky can catch her alone and fish for some information. Maybe they’re both walking his way and he has yet to move.

Goddamnit, get it together. He mentally scolds himself.

Bucky casually turns, quickly spotting the waitress from earlier at the bar. He’s already buttered her up and charmed the impressive heels off her. Maybe he can grab information out of her too, as if he were a curious newcomer to the place. He slides up next to her just after she finished handing drinks to another table.

“Time for another drink, darling?” Bucky inquires lightly.

She spins around, tucking the black tray under her toned arm. “I’ll never say no if you’re paying,” She winks.

Bucky chuckles naturally, following her as she heads back towards the bar. He scans the room again, watching as the Hydra target ushers his date to the more private area of the joint. The room is still open, giving a good view of the Casino table. The man sits first, not even offering to pull his date’s chair out for her, the clear gentleman his is. Bucky catches the slightest flare of the woman’s nostrils, pegging it as annoyance, before her expression changes into a smile. Interesting.

“Ahh, I see,” The waitress in front of him catches his attention. “Just like everyone else.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky questions with genuine confusion.

“Every man, no matter who they are, always seem to love the date of that man there.”

“He comes often then?”

The waitress snorts as the bartender hands her a glass. Apparently, she ordered while Bucky was distracted. He pulls out another hundred, informing the bartender to keep a tab open for the waitress. She winks at him, jerking her head to the side. He follows her to the corner, the less busy side of the bar.

“Every Saturday,” She supplies. “Has a new girl on his arm almost every time.”

“Gold diggers?” Bucky internally winces at the term.

“Sometimes. Sometimes high-end escorts. Other times it’s models. I suspect he pays them as his date for the night, even if it’s not their profession.”

“What about his current date then?”

“She’s beautiful, that one,” The waitress sighs dreamily.

Bucky quirks a curious eyebrow.

“What? I pay both fields, ya know, handsome,” She smirks. “Do you see that dress on her? Anyway, she’s been his date for the past two months, strangely enough. Maybe because she ignores the fact that he fucks regularly in the backrooms and she’s left to suck up all the free drinks and attention everyone else gives her.”

“Interesting,” Bucky states, bringing up his left arm to scratch twice at his ear. A signal.

“Listening. Checking them out now,” Natasha’s low whisper comes through the comm.

“I bet you are,” The waitress chuckles. “Listen, handsome, since you haven’t even asked my name yet, I can tell I’m not your choice of drink tonight. I appreciate the ones you bought me though, and the tab. So for that, I won’t rat ya out for wanting information.”

Bucky blinks. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugs. “Not many men who come through here are as nice as you. You haven’t groped me once, dropped a creepy line or spiked my drinks.”

“Does that happen often?” A wave of anger curls through his chest at the thought of it happening to all the women, and men working here.

She sighs in disappointment. “Unfortunately. But thank you. Enjoy your night.” She raises his drink in a cheers to him before turning. “Oh,” She spin back around. “He always leaves to go into that backroom around 11:30. She’ll be alone after that. Good luck.”

“Got it,” Natasha says. “Rogers, where are you stationed?”

“Second level, near Barton,” Steve answers.

Bucky ignores them briefly as he slowly exits the main floor and heads towards the opposite room. There’s an open seat at the private Casino table, the game of cards hasn’t begun yet. He quickly glances at the watch on his left wrist, noting he’s got a good hour before the target leaves the table. The usher by the rope of the room nods in greeting, easily allowing him access; given that the usher is another undercover SHIELD agent on this mission.

The open seat is adjacent to the target’s, which also gives him a great view of his date. Bucky sits, pulling out yet another two, one-hundred dollar bills from his wallet and handing it over to the dealer. Once he takes the chips given to him, Bucky nonchalantly glances around the table. They all seem like the usually, rich and classy poker type, until his eyes land on the woman’s.

His heart jumps a little when he realizes she’s staring back at him. She was beautiful from a distance, but up close she’s enthralling. Her eyes sparkle for a moment, the only expression given away before her pretty eyes move back to the man next to her. Bucky shifts in his seat.

He had to relearn how to play poker from Tony for this mission, and to his surprise and Tony’s dismay, he was good at it. Bucky is great at laying the game while simultaneously detailing everything about the Hydra man. He doesn’t recognize him, thankfully, meaning the disguising veil is working. Although the veil is doing it’s job it only changes his features slightly, and if the man looks at him for too long, he could recognize him. Bucky doesn’t though, so he must not have been present when Bucky was still under their control.

It’s probably why his heart rate remains normal, as long as he doesn’t look at the man’s date. She doesn’t seem to be too good at the game, other than keeping her face expressionless. She taps her nails against the edge of the table once in a while, random enough for no one else to pick up on. Bucky does. She’s informing the agent of something, and Bucky narrows his eyes slightly. Is she actually a Hydra agent herself? Or has he been keeping her around because she’s somehow helping him win the games? Is she counting cards?

“Target One didn’t have the drive,” Barton’s voice suddenly says in Bucky’s ear. “Up to you, Lefty.”

Internally rolling his eyes at Clint’s nickname, Bucky slowly shifts his right foot. He knows Natasha is close by, watching his every move, his foot was the first signal. His second is tilting his head to his left shoulder, pretending to crack his neck. He makes a show of releasing his cards to rub at the fake sore spot of his neck then dropping his hand to the table.

Two seconds later and the power cuts out. Bucky moves quietly, efficiently, all the skills of the Winter Soldier that were naturally mixed in with his sniper abilities come out. The joint is pitch black, save for the red glowing lights of the exit signs in the distance. With the serum in his veins though, he can see fairly well in the dark.

Only five seconds past before Bucky has the man in front of him. He doesn’t touch him, despite anger running through his veins and just wanting to take this Hydra goon out. Instead, hte man is distracted, already reaching in his pocket for a phone, wondering what’s going on. He goes to move into the backroom where the switch for the drive is supposed to take place.

However, Bucky expertly slips his right hand into the opposite pocket, coming out clean and unnoticed with the drive. Fucking idiot. Who just keeps an important USB drive loose in their pocket like that? Just as fast, Bucky slips the drive into his inner pocket of his own jacket, flipping over the table and back to his seat.

The power comes back on. Everyone winces at the abrupt lights, and the panic that was building slowly subsides. Thankfully, they picked a stormy night to do this mission, as the managers of the club reassure everyone that it was just a power surge. The Hydra man looks confused and angry.

“That was impressive, Barnes,” Nat says. He can hear her smirk.

Bucky glances around the room, pretending to ignore the agent.

“Great. Can we go home now? I think I pissed off a stripper,” Clint pipes in.

Bucky has to keep from laughing at Steve’s loud ground.

“Not yet, and you apologize to her,” Steve answers sternly. “There’s one more thing to obtain.”

The game in front of them has to start over, and when Bucky finally glances up, the man and the woman are gone. He tells the dealer to leave him out, getting his money back.

“Too much commotion for me, sorry man,” Is his explanation.

Once he’s out of the quiet room he speaks up. “Target probably headed to the backroom. Meet you in there, Romanoff.”

She doesn’t respond, so he assumes she’s already in said location. Once he enters the private room, slipping past the guards who are distracted by another patron, he looks around. Surprisingly, the private room isn’t all that private. It’s more of a VIP area, two poker tables set up and a roulette one as well. There’s a long skinny bar on the left wall, nothing but expensive and imported liquor lining the shelves.

Round tables are scattered about the floor plan, some small enough for three people, others with two chairs and one booth. There’s a stage up front set up with three dance poles spread out, one stripper already climbing the pole as she spins. It’s rather impressive, Bucky thinks as he finds a seat. He watches as the dancer hooks her left calf along the pole, her right leg hanging down in the air as she leans her torso upside down, all while spinning.

“Gemini Bridge,” A smooth accented voice says from behind Bucky. British, he thinks.

He turns to see the stunning woman from before; the Hydra agent’s date. His heart jumps again and he has to make the conscience effort not to let his eyes drop, considering her skin is dusted with a light coating of shimmer.

“Come again?” He inquires, bemused.

She nods her head towards the stage. “That move she’s doing. It’s called a Gemini Bridge, and that’s an Extended Butterfly into a Gemini Plank.”

Bucky glances over his shoulder to see the dancer perform a series of skilled moves. There are men up front tossing money all over the stage as she continues to spin. He turns himself around to face the woman head on.

“And you know this how? Did you use to work here?” He questions, hoping it didn’t sound as rude as he thought.

She smiles smoothly at him, resting her arms on the table as she leans forward. “I like to know the art of dancing.”

Her bright, captivating eyes slowly scan him up and down. The right side of her mouth ticks up higher in a smirk as she does. Bucky inhales slowly, his nose picking up on her expensive perfume; sweet but a hint of spice under it.

“Would you rather watch her as those gross men cat call her and join in, or would you rather try your luck at Roulette?” She asks, suddenly leaning back. She crosses her legs, and the slit of her dress falls down to expose more of her bare skin.

Bucky swallows. Damn. He briefly wonders if she knows what she’s doing to him. Probably, given the fact that the waitress told him this woman fends for herself once the Hydra prick is gone. Bucky stands, briefly looking down at her. Two can play this game. He’s gained his confidence back after his stay in Wakanda.

“Shall we then?” He offers his right hand to her, rising his eyebrows in a challenge. If he plays this right, he can pull information out of her.

She studies him for a moment before placing her hand in his. Immediately goosebumps travel up his arm, and Bucky has to grit his teeth from how soft and warm her skin is. He helps her stand, quickly dropping her hand as she leads the way back to the table. He may have gained his confidence back, but apparently, he lost some respect as his eyes drop to the sway of her hips briefly.

Don’t let her distract you. It’s probably a ruse.

Or not, since he hasn’t read her as wanting to help the Hydra man. She’s seemingly clueless to what that guy really is. Maybe she’s just along for the expensive ride filled with free drinks and pretty dresses. They sit at the table, their seats separated by any patron. Bucky starts, when he realizes it’s Natasha. Her disguise is good, but Bucky can spot that sly smirk on the spy a mile away.

“Evening,” She quips lightly, a fake southern drawl coming from her mouth. “Thanks for saving our game.”

“My pleasure,” Bucky responds, subtly stepping on her toe. Her smirk widens.

He can feel the gaze of the mysterious woman of the night on him. So, he glances behind Natasha, just in time to see the woman’s eyes slip away, her jaw clenching for a moment. Hmm, intriguing. Maybe she really is interested in Bucky, and thinks that Natasha was flirting with him.

The game begins, however Bucky isn’t paying too much attention, instead he’s too invested in the woman on the other side of team mate. Which makes him loose three times in a row because he forgets to move the damn chips. Natasha snorts so quietly, only he can pick it up.

“Maybe you should’ve stayed at your lonely table,” The beautiful woman teases. Her red lips spread into a pretty smile. She gathers the chips she won on the last spin.

Leaning against the back of his seat to see her better, Bucky says, “Maybe I just need a good luck charm.” He drops a wink for good measure. It earns him a bright smile as she slowly licks her bottom lip.

“We’ll just see about that, love.” She winks back.

“Keep it in your pants maybe,” Nat mumbles.

“Says the woman who invented flirting for intel,” He breathes almost inaudibly.

Her hand drops under the table to pinch his thigh. Bucky schools his frown, subtly smacking her hand away. The next round starts again, this time Bucky moves his chips to where the woman’s are. He catches her eye and she just shakes her head in mirth. He ends up splitting the winnings on that round with her.

“What did I tell ya, doll,” He teases lightly, making sure to brush her fingers as they take back their chips.

“Really should have just left you there,” She quips, her eyes scanning over him again.

He inhales slowly once more, ignoring Romanoff’s shaking shoulders.

The game continues for another twenty minutes, and in the end him, Nat and the woman win the most chips. The dealer announces a small break in case anyone wants to order drinks or watch the upcoming Burlesque show about to happen. Natasha takes that as her que to leave, and her que to sneak into the private room. She gives her signal by placing a flirty hand on his shoulders, trailing her fingers along his neck. He has to bite his tongue to keep from chuckling at the spy’s tactics.

He catches the woman’s eyes once Natasha leaves, and swears he sees them darken, the twitch in her jaw is back. Bucky takes that as an opening, sliding over to sit in the now empty chair, making sure his elbow knocks into hers.

“How about I get you a drink for our winnings? He flirts, spinning a chip on the table.

“Our winnings, is it?” She responds, before stealing the chip he’s spinning. “Looks like my winnings now, Casanova.” With that she winks once more, then rises from the chair in one fluid motion.

Bucky watches her go, wanting to follow her when the crackling in his ear abruptly brings him back to the mission at hand.

“I think she wants you, Casanova,” Clint’s voice is too gleeful over the comms.

“Fuck off,” Bucky murmurs as he leaves the table and heads back to the one he was at beforehand. It’s in clear view of the real private room. “She came with the target, been associated with him for two months.”

“She was checked out before this mission, she’s in the clear” Steve supplies, he also sounds like he was laughing. “Good to see you still have it in you, Buck.”

“Wants it in something,” Barton mutters.

“Gross,” Natasha whines.

“I’m going to break your bows, just you watch, dick,” Bucky threatens, feeling his cheeks darken.

Steve is just laughing, clearly out of range of anyone hearing him. “What’s your location, Nat?”

“In the room, in the vents, now hush.”

“This seat taken?” That accented voiced inquires from behind him.

Bucky tenses as her hand touches his right shoulder, dragging her fingers over his back to his left. He fights the shiver that shoots down his spine, but he can’t fight the intrigued stir coming to life in his trousers; again. Jesus, he doesn’t know how anyone could ignore this beautiful, alluring creature. Maybe she’s strong, independent, stubborn Hydra never liked those kind of traits for their leashed pets.

“By you, hopefully,” Bucky flirts again, dropping his voice an octave.

Work the charm, get her spilling secrets about the current Hydra agents. She sits gracefully, crossing her legs, the material of her dress slipping off further this time. He snaps his gaze away from her smooth skin.

“See you bought yourself a drink,” He acknowledges the martini glass in her hand. Gin martini with two olives.

“With my winnings,” She informs him, dropping the chips she hadn’t cashed in yet on the table.

Suddenly the lights dim and the spotlight on the stage comes on. Bucky ignores it and the men cheering. As she takes a delicate sip from the glass, he slowly details her. She exudes sophistication, a sexy confidence about her, and he figures she has to be to have that Hydra prick keep her around for so long. She plays with the ring on her middle finger with her thumb, and her foot in the sleek open sided heel is bouncing to the music playing. There’s a jeweled, star brooch on the heel Bucky hadn’t noticed before, gleaming in the dim lights. Her pulse flutters calmly in her neck, matching her heartbeat Bucky can faintly hear.

Her perfume fills the air between them, and he swears it’s the scent of it that captivates him, rather than her alluring eyes. Rather than her pretty, mirthful smile, as if she knows she already has Bucky in her YSL clutch bag. His eyes linger on her lips as she licks away a drop of gin. Clearing his throat, Bucky decides it’s time for business.

“Where’s your husband?”

“Subtle, Buck,” Steve’s voice echoes in his ear. God, he wishes he could turn the comm off.

Her cool expression breaks long enough for Bucky to notice. She raises her eyebrow instead, but the look of disgust remains in his mind.

“If I had one, I’d know,” She replies smoothly, placing her drink down. She taps the ring. “Ring’s on the wrong finger, Casanova.”

“Can never be to careful,” He responds, feigning disinterest as he looks back to the stage. He hears her shift, pulling his gaze back. She’s leaning over the table, clearly working the deep neckline of her dress and showing off her cleavage.

“Why do you ask? Would you no longer be interested?”

“Married women aren’t my thing.”

“That’s not stopping anyone from cheating in here.”

Bucky meets her gaze straight on. “Good thing you aren’t then. Still not interested in a woman already taken by someone else.”

That was the wrong thing to say and Bucky knows it. He’s relying on it, for it breaks her collected attitude once again. Her eyes tighten just slightly as she picks up her drink, taking a short sip. When she places it down, she toys with the rim of the glass with her index finger.

“I’m not taken by anyone. I’m not someone’s property to own,” Her voice is sharp when she replies.

Got her. He holds back his triumphant smirk. He leans forward, matching her move. “Then why are you here with your date, besides helping him cheat at poker, that is?”

“I have expensive taste,” She answers coolly, dropping her tone and her eyes to his mouth.

Bucky wonders if he can get away unscathed playing this close to fire. He brings his right hand on the table, knuckles a centimeter away from hers. He can feel the heat emitting off her skin, despite the cool air in the Casino and lack of material of the dress. She shifts, the top of her foot brushing against his calf briefly.

“In that case, why aren’t you with him in that room? Surely there’s more expensive entertainment in there.”

Something changes in her eyes then, her foot pressing firmly to his leg. “I’m not allowed in. He conducts business in there.” She pauses and when her eyes darken just a little, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat. “I, conduct business out here.”

Goddamn, control yourself, Barnes. She’s just flirting. You need intel. Be smart.

He isn’t smart. “What kind of business?”

He meant to imply what kind of business the Hydra agent does behind that closed door. Clearly, it did not come out that way, and clearly, she’s going to give him an answer; to her own sort of business. Her fingers slowly slip down the rim of her glass to the thin stem, Bucky grinding his teeth because he should not have found that sexy.

She uncrosses her leg, breaking contact from his calf, only to slowly place her hand on his knee. Damn small tables and close proximity. Her perfectly painted red lips spread into a coy smile as she leans around the table, sliding her hand up his thigh.

“Are you sure you want to know, love?” She teases as she lifts herself from her seat. There’s only a three foot space between them.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind showing me, would you, doll?” His own voice sounds strained in his ears, fighting against the curl of arousal in the pit of his stomach, and between his legs. Mission, focus on the mission. Focus on the goddamn mis-

She hums as she moves closer, lifting her eyes briefly before capturing him once more. “There are half naked women on stage, and you’re curious about my business?”

“Only have eyes for you, the whole night,” And fuck, ain’t that the truth.

Her chuckle is low and sultry as her hand continues to travel up. Bucky licks his suddenly dry lips. He can’t inhale a clean breath of air to clear his head, all he smells is her. She’s ensnaring every one of his senses, and he briefly wonders why he was even allowed to join the Avengers since he’s failing miserably. He clenches his fits to keep his hands to himself.

“I could tell,” She tells him, her voice a near whisper now. “I could feel your eyes on me. Is that want you want, handsome? To own a pretty little doll like me? Show me the real entertainment?”

Mayday. Choose words wisely. With your big brain, Barnes!

“Ooooh, she’s a minx!” Comes a gleeful chuckle through is ear.

Bucky has never been so grateful to hear Barton’s voice before. It helps break the trance this woman is putting him in. He blinks, his thoughts becoming clearer, the clouds fading away.

“No.” Bucky answers firmly.

Her hand slides extremely close to his groin before she takes her touch away. Bucky is only spared a second of relief, then she full on straddles him, slowly lifting her left leg over his lap. Her hands slide up his sides, under his jacket, trailing fire with her touch as she moves her hands over his chest stopping at his shoulders.

“No?” She tilts her head, a real glint of curiosity shinning through her pretty eyes. She drops her right hand to his left, taking hold of his wrist to place his hand on her bare thigh. Then she releases him, only to snake her fingers through his slicked back hair.

“No.” Bucky states again, his fingers twitching against her leg. Thank god he’s wearing a fake gloved hand.

Her fingers are lightly stroking the back of his scalp and it feels utterly amazing. However, he has his focus back as he stares unyielding into her eyes. She looks a little confused, as if she’s wondering why he hasn’t touched her inappropriately yet, despite her literally on his lap. He figures it’s something she’s used too, and he will not sink to the level of those disgusting men, Hydra or not.

“What do you want, handsome?” She breathes, her nose grazing his.

She smells of gin and cinnamon, the spice from that expensive perfume she’s wearing. She’s warm and soft as she presses her chest against his, feeling the friction of her bare leg against his pants. He mentally begs her not to shift her hips up, otherwise embarrassing things might happen. He is on a mission.

Finally, Bucky indulges himself just a little, lifting his hands to find both of hers. He wraps his fingers around her wrists, bring them both to his shoulders again. When flashes her a small but genuine smile, ignoring how hard his heart is fluttering in his chest.

“Just your name, sweetheart.”

Her eyebrows twitch down for a moment. “That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

He knew it wasn’t an answer she had ever gotten before, and he hears her heart rate speeding up when she realizes he’s telling the truth.

“I’m not like your escort,” He continues lowly, wishing he could have met her anywhere else at any other time. But he wouldn’t have, and he’s never going to see her again after the mission is completed

“No,” She agrees, dipping her head down. There’s only two inches between them now. “You’re not like most men, are you.” Briefly, she breaks their eye contact to glance at the private room. When she looks back, her eyes have darkened with what Bucky thinks is anger. “He’s an evil man.”

Bucky opens his mouth to inquire more, to gather more information, when her next words stop him.

“But you aren’t,” She murmurs, her eyes half lidded now.

Her words clear his head faster than Barton’s did, because this beautiful angel on his lap has no idea just who he is. Who he was. That he was part of those evil men; that he was an evil man, despite everyone else telling him otherwise.

He wants to tell her she’s wrong. She doesn’t know, not even his name, not even his real face. The veil makes changes minuscule if programmed, but she hasn’t recognized him for who he is. He wants to gently lift her off, places her back in the chair and leave without a word, with an explanation. Maybe the best he can do is take those men down and save her from any sort of Hydra clutches.

He’s about to do so, when she moves her hands up, brushing her thumbs along the scruff of his jaw. He swallows thickly again, just giving in, to give himself a selfish little moment and feel her skin warm against his one last time. He lifts his right hand, fingers grazing along her cheekbone as he pushes her hair back behind her ear. He hadn’t noticed before, since her hair blocked it from sight, but there’s a little tattoo there. A half crescent moon and a little star.

“What do you want?” Bucky can’t help but ask her the same question.

She has the tiniest quirk to her lips as her eye flutter for a moment before Bucky breaks his touch. She stares down at him intently, the tension that had been growing them since the Roulette table thickens. She doesn’t answer him, just tilts her head down.

Their noses touch brush against each others, her soft fingers now resting against the pulse in his neck. Her eyes fall shut, and Bucky finally gives in, allowing his own to close as well. He barely feels the feather-light graze of her upper lip on his, the ghosting touch of what could have been, before a loud bang interrupts them.

It came from the private room and Bucky springs into action. He quickly and carefully stands, minding the woman he still doesn’t know the name of, and steadies her. She’d moved quicker than he did though, and she drops her arms as if she was in a fighting stance. Clearly, she had to learn some self defense moves if she’s been in certain types of situations before.

“Run to the nearest exit and if you hear gun shots, take cover under the closest thing,” Bucky instructs her hurriedly, hands on her shoulders.

He spares one last lingering look at the alluring woman, before he lets her go, sprinting towards the room. Pulling out his concealed gun from the back of his waistband, Bucky kicks open the door, firing at the two Hydra agent he sees. They’re gaining on Natasha as she takes out both targets, performing her signature thighs of death move, as she knocks out the other.

Bucky lands two non-lethal shots to their shoulders and thighs, taking them down. Natasha brings the Hydra agent in the white suit down to the floor, before she straightens up, and fixes her askew dress. She smiles at him, holding up two phones.

“Got more intel,” She states, casually stepping over the unconscious men.

“And you didn’t invite me to join the fun?” Bucky pouts in jest.

“Sounded like you were having your own fun, Barnes,” She quips, as she pulls out zip ties from her own purse she dropped on the table.

“I wish,” He mutters bitterly. “Rendezvous at the van in five?”

“Did I miss all the fun again? You gotta stop taking them out so quickly Nat, this is getting boring,” Clint whines through the comms. “Barnes was the only form of entertainment.”

Bucky tries not to blush, forgetting that they all heard every single word said.

“It’s not my fault they make things so easy,” Natasha replies.

“Plus, Bucky’s fun ended once the commotion started,” Steve pipes in unhelpfully.

“Let’s just get to the car, please,” Bucky snaps a little.

He ends up exiting the chaos of the joint with laughter in his ears.

Before they reach the van with Maria Hill waiting for them in the driver’s seat, they’re stopped by police. Steve gives them the small bit of information he can, to at least make sure no one else was hurt. Clint is twirling an arrow between his fingers, smirking over at Bucky every other seconds. It’s annoying and he wants to-

“Hurry up, slow pokes, the jet is waiting!” Agent Hill shouts at them.

They jog to the van, Bucky gladly removing the thin facial veil and fake flesh colored hand. Once they reach the location of the Quinn jet, they pile out of the small van. Bucky has a bottle of water in his hand, thankful for the cold liquid for several reasons. He feels as if his skin still tingles from her touch.

“You got the USB, right?” Natasha inquires as they walk the short distance to the jet. “Didn’t fall out with you barging in like a moose?”

Bucky rolls his eyes at the simile. “Yes, Romanoff, I got the-“ He pats his jackets, however, the little hard object that was in his pocket is in longer there. “Uh-“

“I swear to god, Barnes. Did you drop it?”

“Give me a minute,” He glares at her. He flicks what’s left of his water at her as the ramp of the jet opens, stepping onto it once it hits the ground. “I’ll check when we’re…”

He trails off, his mouth hanging open as he steps into the jet. There’s a silent pause for several long moments, before Clint’s loud cackles break it. He hears Steve’s surprised gasp followed by incredulous laughter.

Sitting in one of the chairs of the cockpit, swiveled around to face the opening, is none other than the woman Bucky had been flirting with. The same woman with stunning, alluring looks and the bright red lipstick, and those stupid expensive heels with that sexy black dress and her exposed leg. The same woman who boldly straddled his lap, who almost kissed him, who is currently holding the USB drive between her delicate fingers, with a smug smile on her lips.

“Did you lose something, Sergeant Barnes?” She asks innocently, tilting her head the way she did in the Casino. Her British accent is gone, replaced by her real voice.

Bucky is speechless. “What the fuck?”

Except for that.

“You should really be more careful who you decide to flirt with, Casanova,” She winks playfully at him.

Natasha makes her way to the woman sitting in the chair, a proud expression on her face as she squeezes the woman’s shoulder.

“Boys, this is Agent Y/L/N, or Agent Eleven,” The red headed traitor states with pride shinning in her eyes. “Or, as I like to call her, my protégé. She has officially passed her final test.”

“What the fuck?” Bucky blurts out again.

“We were in need of a new member whose face and name wasn’t recognizable yet,” Hill explains, moving pass them to take the other pilot seat. “She’s been undercover for two months on this mission. Fury recruited her due to her impressive espionage skills and field work. She’s a level six, just like Agent Romanoff.”

“What the fuck.”

“I think we’ve already established that the fuck you are asking about, Sergeant Barnes, has been explained,” The agent teases. She rises from the seat, moving like she did inside the casino. “Y/N or Agent Eleven will do.”

She hands Bucky the USB drive, which he fumbles with still from shock. Then Y/N lifts her hand, pressing the pads of her fingers under his chin to gently shut his open mouth. Her touch lingers for a moment.

“Close your mouth, handsome. Don’t want to be catching bugs. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to change out of this ridiculous dress. I’m keeping the shoes though.”

She saunters down the narrow hallway of the jet, before glancing back over her shoulder. Of course, Bucky’s gaze followed her of their own accord. He catches the mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Unless I need a good luck charm for that too.”

She laughs brightly at Bucky’s blank expression, and probably the blush in his cheeks. He watches her disappear behind the sliding door, the echoes of her laugh reverberating around his chest.

Fuck, Bucky thinks he’s already in love.

********************************************************

Part Two: Coming Soon

Tags: @kat-lives @justreadingfics @moonbeambucky @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin @thecreatiivecorner @keldachick @watchoutforfrostbite @stressedasalways @barnesb1tch @iheartsebastianstan @ruinerofcheese

(let me know if you want to be tagged)

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #mcu fanfiction #monster in me fic #mini series #my fic

439 notes · View notes

bouttogolinkurbitch · 6 years ago

Text

Home for the Holidays: Ilya Fedorovich

Sorry for errors bubbies!! My first vlogsquad imagine so be nice lmao enjoy

"Alright, guys, usually when I pause mid video I have a surprise. So, you've seen me surprise my friends with cars, animals, celebrities, and money. And today I'm surprising Ilya with a girl. Not just any girl, this is Y/N." David turned his camera on my and I smiled as I waved. "Tell them who you are!" I giggled before David laughed too and we moved to the couch.

"Uh, I'm Y/N. I live in Vernon Hills, and I'm Ilya's girlfriend." I said before David laughed at my awkwardness. I rolled my eyes before he spoke, "Y/N was supposed to fly out with Ilya for Christmas and stay into the new year, but she had to work- that is until her boss gave her time off. I paid for her to fly out and now we're going to surprise Ilya!" I nodded as Natalie slid into frame.

"As a distraction, Natalie is going to take Ilya with her to go get some things for a bit I need to film. While they're gone, Y/N and I are going to change my house around and finally, she'll come out of my room." Natalie nodded as I smiled and looked to David, "He'll have to dress nice so make sure to hide all his gym shorts and tee shirts." Natalie and David both laughed.

I sat on Natalie's bed as I listened to her and David try to persuade Ilya to go out with Natalie. "Bro, just go. It's a dangerous part of town and Natalie is nervous about going alone." David tried to rationalize. I could hear Ilya's heavy footsteps as he walked around David's living room. "Just a quick trip! In and out!" Natalie said, and David giggled. "You sound like you're going to rob a bank." I rolled my eyes and strained to listen.

I could hear Ilya sigh before he spoke finally, "I would be a bad friend if I made Nat go alone. But I'm driving the Tesla!" He said with a laugh before I heard David suck in through his teeth. "Actually I'm gonna stay here. I'm pulling a prank on Jonah later, which is what you're getting props for, and I need to set up. Ilya, I need you to buy a suit and wear it home for the bit."

I looked up as David opened the door, "Show time, Y/N." I stood and walked out with him before we started cleaning up the house. Joe was playing music off the tv as he, David, Todd, Zane, and I started cleaning. I helped move the table closer to the windows to give perfect sunlight lighting as David hired a caterer. Zane and Todd were pouring wine and setting the table with plates, spoons, forks, and knives. I sat beside Joe once I had finished my part before I helped him make a slideshow of Ilya and I.

"This is so cute." Todd said as he watched over the edge of the couch. "What's with the slideshow?" Zane asked as he joined Todd. I turned and smiled, "For Christmas, when we weren't with our families or David's, the only gift I really gave him was sex." They laughed before Todd clapped his hand on my shoulder, "That sounds like the perfect gift." I snorted as David recorded the moment. Joe drew my attention back to him when he started adding music behind the video. It was The Last Of The Real Ones, which made David happy. I nodded to Joe as he finished up the slideshow.

I was ushered by Carly and Erin, Corinna, and Suzy into Natalie's bedroom. I was placed in a chair as Suzy started my makeup. Corinna was putting my hair in a more styled manor than the lazy braid I had it in all day. As they worked on my appearance, Carly and Erin chose a nice outfit from my suitcase. All the while, I was texting back and forth with Natalie with updates.

She said Ilya had started off their journey by pouting and complaining about how much he missed me. He and I had traded texts back and forth throughout the day, and I was hoping that he couldn't sense my anxieties about this surprise. He had asked if I was doing okay, and I said yes, but in all honesty, I was afraid. Afraid he wouldn't be surprised at all.

As Suzy was blending the eye shadow against my lid, my phone began to vibrate. I lifted it to see Ilya wanted to Face Time. "Accept it or he'll be suspicious." Corinna whispered before she slid her finger across my screen and she moved out of the camera shot. All the girls moved away and were quiet as he connected. "Let me see your beautiful face, baby." He whined and I laughed softly.

"Hello to you too, my love. You doin' okay?" I asked, keeping my camera on the bed, leaving the screen black. "I'm just running around with Nat. Jonah is gonna get pranked later, so expect some snaps of that." I smiled, "Noted. So I take it you're either bored waiting on Nat to finish up in a store, or you just miss me dearly." I said as I bit my lip.

All the girls listened as he laughed, "Both, definitely both. You sure you can't get your dumbass boss to change his mind and let you go? I'll pay for your ticket." Erin smiled and awed silently as I blushed. "Nah he won't budge, but it's okay babe. I'll see you soon enough. Bed's awful lonely without you taking up all the room." He snorted and rubbed his eyes before he yawned. I pouted as I watched him before he let out a loud groan.

"Show me your cute face, baby. Maybe send me some pics so I have something to hold me over until I land in Chicago." I laughed this time, "No can do, big guy. I got a facemask on and I know your bitchass will screenshot that. Enjoy your time in the sunshine state. I love you, Ilya." He sighed and made a kissing face at the camera, "Love you too princess, don't get too lonely without me." He winked before he hung up and all the girls let out breaths.

"That's seriously so cute, Y/N." Carly said as she held up a silky red dress. "The dress and yours and Ilya's relationship." I laughed before I stood and went to change. Corinna let me borrow some black swede heels that had gold chrome straps. I turned and started to change as all the girls cleaned up Natalie's room. "We'll leave so you can finish up changing. Come out and show everyone when you're done." Suzy said as she and the other girls left.

Once I was alone, I stripped myself of my bra before I slid on the silk dress. I kept my thong on underneath, knowing subconsciously that it would no longer be there later tonight. After putting on the shoes, I twirled in front of the mirror and smiled. I cracked the door open, "I'm coming out so cover your eyes!" It was quiet for a few minutes before David yelled at me to come out.

The sound of the heels echoed off the walls before I stopped. "Holy shit!" David said as he recorded me doing a spin. Everyone started applauding before David's phone buzzed. "Natalie says they're pulling up in five minutes! Get back in the room." I nodded to David before I went back into Natalie's room.

Everyone stayed around because they would be pranking Ilya with Jonah first. I listened as he came in with Natalie. I heard her coming down the hall before she slipped in and smiled. "You look killer, Y/N. Go knock 'em dead." I smiled widely and hugged her before we could hear laughter. "What the fuck!" Ilya yelled and then it quieted down. Natalie left her room, leaving her door opened a bit so I could just come out.

"Okay, Ilya, I need you to put on this satin bed mask. Sit here, right, and Jonah is going to come down the hall. He needs to put on heels so he's gonna borrow some of Natalie's and come out." I heard Ilya agree and I sighed as I smoothed my hands down the dress. Jonah came in and smiled before he kissed my cheek lightly, "You look stunning." We both waited together until David yelled for Jonah, which was my que.

For the second time, my footsteps echoed as I moved my way across David's living room. "I'll tell you when to take it off, Ilya." David said as he got close to us. I sat in the stool before I positioned myself, grabbing the glass of wine. As I took a sip, I winked to David and he nodded. "Off." Everyone got super quiet as he pulled the mask off and froze.

His eyes widened and he smiled, "Holy shit!" I swallowed my sip of wine before I laughed. He stood and walked to my seat before he hugged me tightly. The group awed as he kissed my cheek repeatedly. "Missed you so much, munchie." I felt my cheeks heat up as I pulled him back a bit, "I missed you too, my love." He smiled before I connected our lips. Everyone cheered around us before he lifted me off the stool and brought me into his arms. I felt him breathe in deeply against my skin before he left a light kiss there. I smiled and scratched at the hairs that curled against his neck and shirt, "Missed you sweet boy."

#ilya fedorovich #ilya feddy #ilya x reader #david dobrik #david dobrik imagines #vlog squad #corinna kopf #carly and erin #zane hijazi #heath hussar #scotty sire #kristen mcatee #jason nash #liza koshy #davids vlogs

424 notes · View notes

ladywinchester1967 · 6 years ago

Text

Shape of my Heart:

Chapter 2

Pairing: (eventually) Billionaire!Jensen Ackles x Allie Edwards (OFC)

Warnings: first date, fluff.

A/N: Here is the second chapter in my series, Shape of my Heart, **THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION and we’ll pretend Jensen is single** Per usual, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not.

Wanna catch up?

Chapter 1

Date night finally arrived and Allie arrived at her dance class early so she could change out of her work clothes and into her ballet instructor's outfit, which was pink tights, a black leotard with a matching skirt and pink ballet shoes. She warmed up in the studio and checked her watch for seemingly the millionth time that day,

“Four hours to go,” she thought “then I'm gonna meet Jay.”

They had talked on the phone and texted nearly every day since setting their date, both of them expressing excitement about the day's impending arrival. Allie had teased Jensen about his lack of profile picture and then said

“Come on, send me a picture so I at least know who to look for.”

“Just ask for the Ackles party,” he told her “I already made the reservation.”

They had settled on a local steak and fish place that they both liked and she huffed into the phone.

“Come on Jay, just one picture?” she pleaded.

“I rarely take pictures of myself and even when I do, I looks stupid in them.” he told her.

“Fine,” she teased “you be that way, grumble puss.”

He laughed at the name and he said

“You'll see me soon enough, I promise.”

Through out her class, Allie did her best to keep her attention on the kids. It wasn't easy teaching ballet to five and six year olds who really just wanted to run around and look at themselves in the mirror. But she did her best to keep them engaged by playing games that also involved learning the dance moves. The kids would have their first recital at the dance studio's annual showcase so that all the kids had a chance to perform in front of an audience. When class ended, the parents picked up their kids and once the last kid was gone, Allie shut her room down and then headed home.

After a quick shower, Allie got dressed, did her hair and makeup and was out the door with twenty minutes to spare. When she arrived at the restaurant, Allie went to the hostess stand and said

“Hey, my party is all ready here, I’m supposed to ask for the Ackles reservation.”

“Of course,” the tall brunette hostess said “right this way.”

Once they entered the room the hostess left and the guy standing by the window turned around. He was wearing a sharp black suit that looked like it was tailored to him, nice shoes and an even nicer watch. He has short, brown hair; a red and brown beard and intense green eyes. When he smiled, he revealed perfectly straight, white teeth.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” She thought “this dude is HOT. This can't be him, there's not WAY this is him.”

“Allie?” He asked, looking hopeful.

“Are you Jay?” She asked as her blood pounded through her system.

“I am,” he said and extended his hand “but you can call me Jensen.”

She shook his big, calloused hand and smiled. Jensen’s throat was dry, her pictures were deceitful; she wasn’t pretty, she was gorgeous.

“Nice to finally meet you.” Allie said, not able to believe her luck. The voice and guy she was intensely attracted to was equally and alarmingly good looking.

“Likewise,” He said, even her voice was attractive, and let go of her hand “you wanna sit down and we’ll order drinks?”

“Sure, I’d love to.” Allie told him and they did just that. While they waited for their drinks to arrive Jensen asked

“How was your drive in?”

“Not bad at all,” Allie said “traffic wasn’t horrendous.”

“Good, glad to hear that.” He said

“What about you?” She asked him

“I had a full day before this, which is why I’m in the suit,” he said “normally I’d be dressed a little more casually but I didn’t have time to change.”

“It’s okay,” She told him “you look really good in it if that’s any consolation.”

“It is,” he said with a smile and a nod “I have to say, your pictures didn’t do you justice.”

“Really?” Allie asked and he nodded.

“Even more beautiful in person.” He said and her cheeks flushed deeply.

“Well thank you,” She said “that’s very sweet of you.”

Jensen smirked, the color in her cheeks only made her more adorable. She wore a black blazer, which she was currently taking off, a sparkly top, dark jeans and matching high heeled sandals.

Their drinks arrived as they looked over the menu trying to decide what to eat as they each chatted about their day.

“So you’re a legal assistant right?” Jensen asked.

“More like the office bitch,” she told him and he laughed “I just do the shit that no one else likes to do. Order office supplies, send out UPS and FedEx stuff, answer the phones, make copies, do faxes; that kind of stuff.”

“You’re the catch all girl huh?” Jensen asked and Allie nodded

“Yeah, you could call me that.” Allie said “It’s hard work, but I love it. There’s always something different and interesting coming up.”

“And you teach ballet on top of that?” he asked, amazed as he took a sip of his beer. She nodded through her sip of wine and said

“Teach is a loose term,” she told him “some of the kids get it, and learn the steps, but other kids just want to play, so I try to mix in a little bit of play time WITH the dance.”

He sat, listening intently while she spoke, his eyebrow raised and his mouth pursed, if she didn't know what a goofball he really was, she would have been intimidated. Her heart pounded harder and then she said “Well, enough about me, what about you? What exactly do you do?”

“I wear a lot of different hats so depends on what you feel like hearing about.” Jensen said.

“What’s your main job?” She asked.

Jensen thought about this for a minute and he said “I make sure the products we put out are the best at the best price.”

“What do you make?” She asked him

“Technology,” He told her “we make parts for phones, computers, different types of software, from anti-virus to the most effective operating system on the market.”

Allie blinked, blown away. None of this had been mentioned to her before and she was blown away.

“Wow,” She said “that sounds like a lot.”

Jensen shrugged

“I’ve been doing it for so long, it isn’t a big deal to me. Being competitive and fairly priced in this field is a hard balance to find.”

“And you do that?” She asked him.

“My team and I do,” he told her “I call it the shark tank because everyone on my team is ruthless and they love a challenge.”

She laughed and said

“I do too, keeps things interesting every day, am I right?”

He nodded and said

“You’re absolutely right.”

They drifted in and out of easy conversation as their meal went on; Allie eventually excused herself and called Natalia in the bathroom.

“So what's he look like?” Natalia asked when she picked up.

“Dude,” Allie said “he is SO hot. Like surface of the damn sun hot.”

“You gonna fuck him?” Natalia asked

Allie groaned

“NO! I don't do that and you know I don't.” Allie told her as she finished up her business and then walked to the bathroom sink. She had a personal rule about not sleeping with a guy on the first date, but if anyone were to challenge her rule, it would be Jensen.

“If he's as hot as you say he is, you need to lock him down ASAP.” Natalia told her.

“You jackass,” Allie told her as she washed her hands “I'm not gonna do that. Yet anyway.”

“Call me later if you do!” Natalia exclaimed and hung up.

When Allie returned to the table, she and Jensen settled back into an easy conversation as their meal arrived. They both mentioned how good the food was. Once the meal was wrapped up, they kept talking, laughing and drinking. Before they realized it, it had gone late into the night.

“Wow, I can't remember the last time I had this much fun at dinner.” he said as they stood.

“Likewise,” she told him “it's just been a really nice evening, thank you for dinner by the way.”

“You're very welcome,” Jensen said as they made their way out of the restaurant, his hand on her back. Once they were outside, they walked to the parking lot adjacent to the restaurant and Jensen asked

“Do you have anywhere else you need to be tonight?”

She looked at him, smiling.

“I could go for some coffee, if you want some.” she told him.

“I'd love some.” he said

“Great, I know this little place around the corner and we can walk if you want.”

“Sure.” he said and offered her his hand. She took it, lacing her fingers through his and smiling as they walked around the block to a coffee shop.

Once there, they both ordered cappuccinos and kept up their lively conversation. Once they had shut the coffee shop down, they walked back to their cars and Jensen said

“And this is where I leave you.”

“I have to tell you,” she said as she looked at him “this was one of the best dates I've been on in a long time. I really had a good time and want to see you again.”

Jensen gave her a heart stopping smile and said

“I'd like to see you again as well.”

We stood there for a second before leaning in and kissing. His lips were soft, yet strong on hers as he captured her chin in his hand, holding her in place as he opened his mouth and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his midsection as they kissed. He pulled back, grinning and then asked

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

She nodded and said

“I'd love that, I really would.”

“Call me later tonight?” he asked “And let me know what your schedule is so we can make another date?”

“I will.” she told him with a nod as we kissed again. Part of her never wanted to leave his arms, never leave this moment. When she pulled back from the kiss, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. She walked away slowly, her hand falling from his and he smiled as she did this.

“Be careful.” he told her as he squeezed her fingertips.

Meanwhile, Jensen felt a tug; something in his gut felt the need to hold back, to not fall for her right away. He hid that feeling behind a smile and a small wave to her as she climbed into her car and drove away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hope you liked!! Don’t forget to like and share with your friends, smash that follow button if you wanna see more content from me! All my boxes are open so if you wanna chat or get on any of my tag lists, let me know!

The Squad:

@waywardbaby @waywardnerd67 @familybusinesswritingbro @ain-t-bovvered @mrswhozeewhatsis @unholyqu33n @dacleverfox @emoryhemsworth @bobasheebaby @myinconnelly1 @mogaruke @imma-winchester-addict @purpleskiesandcherrypies @dean-winchesters-bacon @animerose96 @roonyxx @snffbeebee @ezilyamuzed @srsllydunnodoncare @latetothewinchesterparty @emilyshurley @atc74 @midnightsilverafterdark @adoptdontshoppets @biawol @spaceystacey123 @bella-ca @clo-heda @closetspngirl @thekatherinewinchester @maddiepants @idreamofplaid @love-those-boys-in-flannel @flamencodiva @blueberrykushlovexoxo-blog @sandlee44 @tumbler-tidbits @rainbowsinthestorm @deans-baby-momma @algud

Dean/ Jensen:

@spnbaby-67 @akshi8278 @deanscarlett

#lady winchester writes #Jensen Ackles #jensen ackles x ofc #single!jensen

36 notes · View notes

artificialqueens · 6 years ago

Text

do you have a light? (sharolet) - melody

A/N: Happy (late) bday for @callmesatan201!!!!!!!!! I was supposed to post this on the day of ur bday, but I got a bit late eeeeeeeek. Unsual pair, but she likes it v much and as its her gift I thought it would be nice. Enjoy! (writing tumblr is uranustrash).

Tired, Violet was very tired. She had a tinder date with this girl - Pearl was her name. A blonde bombshell who looked nice as her profile pic promised -, but the girl was not being nice to her. Violet was waiting for a fancy dinner, or even that Pearl took her to the movies. But she ended up in a dirty club in one of the most dangerous parts of the city. Pearl probably was drunk or doing drugs while the lights were blinding Violet, and all she wanted was to go home.

The lights, they blinded her. She lost Pearl of her sight, great, now her tinder date dumped her for some cocaine. She felt offended because she put real effort into her appearance: a black crop top, a leopard print mini-skirt and an expensive pair of Louboutins - that matched her killer red lipstick… Violet got all dressed up for a fancy night, but her outfit still matched the place she was in.

Not only the lights, but the music also annoyed her a bit, because she couldn’t listen to Pearl’s voice anywhere. She expected her sleepy voice whispering dirty things on her ear now. Instead, all she could hear was the generic club music and all the voices in that dance room.

Great tinder date she was having when her date didn’t even pay attention to her. Violet loved attention, she was an attention whore, and people rarely denied her it. Violet was what people would call pretty. With her bright black hair majestically curled, and her dark eyes - where you could see the whole universe on it. She had a modelesque figure, a strong personality, was very smart, and a big talent for fashion. Everyone always made her seem to be the brightest star in the universe, except for Pearl.

Everything was a mess, but she tried to dance. Dancing would make people pay attention to her, if Pearl didn’t, other girls would do. And on fact, they did, because Violet was this majestic on that dance floor. The lights could blind her sometimes, but now she was the light blinding them all. As she always used to be the sun, even if the dark haired girl always has loved the moon. All this ‘’sun and moon’’ stuff was bullshit. Maybe she was the moon, and needed another moon for shining with her - Jupiter had a lot of moons anyways, why couldn’t she?

After getting distracted for a couple of minutes, she realized she lost Pearl’s figure. What made her sad was that the blonde wasn’t even paying attention to her while she was playing her little show. Violet’s seduction show consisted in swinging her hips a bit, biting her lip, flipping her hair, trying to make eye contact with pearl’s ice blue eyes… She was trying to catch her attention in all the ways possible.

Everyone said Violet was a smoke show, but apparently, Pearl didn’t think the same. Violet wondered if she was gay, or if she was a curious straight girl who tried tinder. Violet cursed herself because she forgot to ask everything about her. They barely chatted on tinder, because Violet was in such a thirsty mood. She only wanted a nice date and a tinder hookup, but now she wanted the ‘’nice date’’ part more than anything. Pearl also didn’t say anything.

The blonde was too mysterious for that. Violet only knew she used to do a lot of weed, and that she was always sleeping because of her sleepy tone. She was also funny, but kinda uncomfortable. As violet realized when they chatted, she was high saying Violet was beautiful as a big joint. Pearl tried to flirt with her in their way to the club and Violet realized she was high already.

Violet got disappointed, but she wouldn’t get the stoned blonde to smooch her in that sad night. Instead, she saw Pearl’s lips on another girl’s, her tongue slipping into her throat. She was pinning her into the wall, practically swallowing the girl who was kinda shorter than her. She was pretty, but Violet was prettier, and she got disgusted watching that. She wanted to yell at pearl, to take satisfaction. To tell her she would be making out with her, pinning her on the wall, kissing her neck as nothing else mattered.

Even if she wanted to cry, Violet Chachki would never cry in public, or ruin her makeup anyway. She looked at Pearl, and the blonde didn’t even stop kissing the other girl to pay attention to her mad date. She decided to pass at their side, looking at Pearl over her shoulder. The blonde now noticed her rage and opened her eyes to her. Violet shot her with anger in only one look and made her way to outside the club.

Now it was cold, not only outside, but Violet’s feelings also. She felt used, she felt ignored, treated with negligence. Tinder dates always were a bad idea anyway. She didn’t even know why she agreed with her friend Katya - who said a hookup would light up her mood. She considered to going back to the club to have some fun, drink a lot. But then she felt too sad for clubbing.

She used to do a lot of clubbing, of course. But, on that night she was faithful that she would… Be with somebody. Being lonely was hard. She was craving affection after pushing away every girl who tried to approach her in the last years. Craving something, a light into the darkness. Violet needed a light, a light to guide her, and also light because she was craving smoking with all that stress. So that was she went to look for.

Violet needed a light, a light for her cigarette. She decided to smoke as it was a very cold night. She was so stressed and sad, she needed to light up a cigarette. And then, she would go home, and not leave her bed for a good couple of days. Happily, she brought her cigs, but not her lighter. The dark haired girl sighed, looking on her all messed tiny purse for finding one tiny light lighter.

Only finding makeup and money basically, Violet saw there was no lighter. What kind of smoker brought cigarettes, but no lighter? Pearl would have one, but all she wanted to do now was to take that jerk off her head. She needed it, and now she didn’t have a light to clarify her mind.

And when she thought there was no light, she saw somebody lighting up a cigarette at her side. Somebody young, with an intimidating stance. It could be the leather jacket she was wearing or the malicious smile on her black lipstick lips. She looked at Violet and all she could do was shake in response. At that moment, she didn’t know if she was shaking because of the cold on her bare legs or because of the intimidation.

The eye contact with the woman lasted long seconds that seemed like eternities to Violet. She looked at her blowing the smoke of her cigarette slowly. Teasingly, licking her lips as a predator ready for chasing her prey. She looked to know Violet wouldn’t say anything until she did. Obviously, because Chachki would never say a word to the oddly sexy black haired woman.

Black lipstick, black hair, black eyes, black cigarette, black leather jacket. The girl soul should be as the night. The darkest nights always have light poles to bring some clarity - and that was the light on her eyes. So pretty that Violet could pass out.

Finally, Violet decided to break the silence: ‘’do you have a light?’’ she said harshly. Not as a shy girl who saw something intimidating and started to act like a baby around them. Violet wasn’t a subby pillow princess, for god’s sake.

‘’Hmmm’’ the woman hesitated ‘’here, thank me later beautiful’’

Wow, someone flirting with her in that chaotic night was a true advance. A very good one, considering that the woman looked… Like that.

Violet lighted up one of her own cigarettes and took a long pull at it. She realized the woman at her side staring at her, and she only could gulp and give back what was hers abruptly. She seemed to notice that Violet only was confident by first sight. That was the reason why she gave the lighter back to her in such a rush way… Or, why she started to sweat and shake her feet. Violet was a nervous hurricane. She was smoking in short and rushy pulls now, and the woman at a small amount of distance knew it, so she did the first move:

‘’Chaotic smoker too? I assume you were having a bad night’’

‘’Were you having a bad night?’’ Violet hesitated.

‘’I’m surprised the first thing you wanted to know about me as if I had the bad night, darling, look at me. Bad nights get caused by me’’ she laughed wickedly.

‘’To be honest, talking to you was the best part of mine… What’s your name?’’

‘’It’s Sharon, Sharon Needles. Nice to meet you, delighted’’ she said in a very sexy tone filled with lust. The weird thing was that she wasn’t looking to Violet’s body, instead, she was looking to her eyes. Sharon was trying to read her like a book. That thought gave her chills all over her exposed body.

‘’Violet… Chachki’’

‘’Such a pretty name. A pretty name…’’ She pulls off her cigarette and walked to get close to violet ‘’… for a pretty girl’’.

Violet could feel it, a kiss was going to happen. Instead, Sharon stole her lighted cigarette from her hand and smoke it blowing the smoke on her face.

‘’…Princess’’

Chachki bit her lip. Sharon was trying to get in her pants but in an unusual way. Girls like Pearl would do that straight up. They would stare at her body, call her ‘’babe’’ and kiss her in a rush for the nearest bathroom. But Sharon? Sharon was teasing. Sharon wanted to know her, to please her, to give her a touch of mystery, a light mist of what was Sharon Needles.

‘’…I got tired of my cigarette anyways, yours seemed so much better’’ she said in a hoarse even more sexy voice.

The way Sharon licked her lips to a speechless turned on Violet, it was from another dimension. She was the definition of ‘’sexy stranger’’, and compared to the night she was having, Violet was very into it.

‘’Why are you doing this? You don’t even know me’’’

And Violet was being the bitter bitch again.

‘’Well. I thought you were into it sorry if I misunderstood’’ Sharon cleared out her throat

Great, now she killed the mood. She wished she would get into Sharon’s game, and get a hookup in that lonely night. That could be so nice since Pearl didn’t make the least hat was fulfilling Violet’s needs. She was the stupid one.

Damn, now Violet was crying.

‘’I-I’m sorry okay I’m stupid, you’re right what the hell was I thinking? To be honest, I only wanted to flirt a bit and get your number, I wasn’t trying to get straight up in your p-’’

Before Sharon could even finish her sentence, Chachki grabbed her by her shirt. She finally tasted that teasing lips. Sharon was magic. The way she kissed her back - not too rough not too nice, the way she made Violet feel more appreciated than anyone ever did… Appreciated with the soft, tender, sensitive touch of her lips, desired. The way she did it all was pure magic.

Her hands were all the way Violet’s body, making her whimper a bit in the kiss - what seemed to make Sharon… Inspired. Sharon pressed her in the wall, and her hands now were in her perfect hair. Pulling her lip, kissing her jaw, smiling between the kisses… What was how Sharon won Violet on that night.

When that ended - with both of them breathless trying to process that -, Violet was still trying to clean up her tears. Sharon offered her a tissue, another kind gesture. a stranger treated her better than her date for that night, and that didn’t surprise her.

‘’I… I had a shitty night. And you came here, you flirted, it seemed like a movie scene’’

Suddenly, they saw the door of the club being open, and two drunk girls coming out of it recklessly. She recognizes them by far sight: Pearl and the girl she was making out with. Drunk, high, out of their minds.

But for one second, Pearl’s jaw dropped when she saw Violet. The make-out with Sharon was a bit messy; Violet had her lips all plump and red, a few hickeys on her neck and collarbones, her eyes still were wide and sparkling, she had black lipstick from her foreign lover all over her face… And not to count on the fact that her perfect hair now was a hot mess.

Sharon for the other side, raised her eyebrow, looking at Violet, the girl, and Pearl. She had to wait them go, but her dark black wide eyes followed them with a very ugly and mean look all over the way. When they lifted the nearest corner, her expression changed. She was trying to read Violet again. Violet had a confused expression on her face, and a hope one too. She hoped that Sharon would know what happened, and she did.

‘’I’m sorry, is she your girlfriend?’’

‘’No, a stupid tinder hookup… Do you usually kiss and flirt with strangers and broken girls? Because I’m one in both’’ she tried to change the topic.

‘’Now I see why you were having a shitty night’’

Sharon grabbed the lighter she gave to violet, pen, and paper e ‘I would love to meet in the usual way next time, I don’t do that a lot… But I would love to finish what we started some time, ring me up!“

Violet smiled, was she even real?

The following events were too quick for her. Sharon gave her number and the lighter. She said a rushy ‘’bye doll’’ and kissed her in the corner of the mouth - the nearest possible, only for teasing. Part of Violet wanted to believe that happened, and part of her thought that was an effect of the lights.

But the next day, she woke up still with a messy head. Besides that, with a lighter, and a phone number written on a paper that smelled like cigarettes. It also had a little note under the number:

‘’Thanks for asking for a light, princess ;). Call me, I might need one after tasting your darkness (wow that’s emo)”

#sharon x violet #pearlet #lesbian au #tw alcohol #tw drug use mention #hurt/comfort #violet chachki #sharon needles #pearl liaison #rpdr fanfiction #melody #mild angst #rare pair

22 notes · View notes

lightsandlostbells · 6 years ago

Text

Druck season 2, episode 1 reaction

we’re baaaaaack

I said I would finish my Skam S3 analyses before I caught up on the remake reactions, and I’m working on the one for 3.10 (the finale), but I also didn’t want to fall behind on another show. So here are some thoughts on Druck’s first week back!

Episode 1

Clip 1 - “Their tongues battled for dominance”

It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for, Druck has come back from the war. And our very first shot is an extreme closeup of some very tongue-oriented kissing, thanks for that.

Is it Matteo and a girl?

WAIT IS THAT KIKI AND ALEXANDER

HOLY SHIT

I definitely feel like Druck was playing with Skam fans’ expectations here. They know we’re expecting a kiss to open the season, but we’re expecting it to be Matteo and some girl, so Alex and Kiki throws us off. We’re also expecting Alex and Kiki to be completely over by now, not hooking up again - that changes the direction of the season, for sure.

I don’t know how much Mia’s issues will reflect Noora’s, but considering that Noora’s season opens with scandalous sex pics/media, and that it ties into not just what happens with Niko but Noora’s overall issues about sex that are threaded throughout the season, it’s kinda interesting to open with this sloppy kiss for Mia’s season, if she has similar hangups.

The lyrics of the song are on point:

You're a poison and I know that is the truth All my friends think you're vicious And they say you're suspicious

The other girls watch in horror and befuddlement, like the OG girl squad did with Isak. HI, GIRLS! Lovely to see you again. Sam is the only one who seems not entirely appalled by this coupling.

FUCK FUCK FUCK, Alex drives off in his car with Kiki. Kiki is so eager, staring at him with such wonder. It really makes you feel bad for her, when this dude was such a jerk to her previously! He apologized but he still acted like that! And now she’s back with him. Not great.

I guess this is an unpopular opinion, from what I can tell, but … I like Kiki. Not necessarily as a human being, I completely understand why people find her the least tolerable, meanest Vilde, but something about her character just feels real to me. Like this is a version of Vilde I completely buy as a person I’d meet in real life. Hell, she does remind me of people I’ve met in the past.

Lmao, the camera swivels between each girl, I guess to emphasize the confusion/bafflement in the group. Mia does not get what Kiki sees in him. Amira’s like, he’s hot. Sam’s like, what’s wrong, they’re finally together! Sam, my beautiful girl, they weren’t a sitcom couple. This wasn’t the will-they won’t-they flirtation of the century. They did, and it was a disaster.

Mia says they’re not a couple, Sam is like … but they spend every night together? This is kind of adorable coming from her, tbh.

Amira points out that Sam spends every night with her camel and Sam’s points out that they’re together! Lmao, I love this bit of continuity. Shout-out to Carmen!

Mia thinks Alex will drop Kiki once he finds another girl. Well, he probably will, it’ll just be Mia. Amira says, pfft, that’s all western relationships. Mia is like … do you want us all to become lesbians? Mia, there is a segment of your audience who would be completely OK with that.

Mia and Hanna air kiss and I know it’s not gonna happen but by God I wish it would. I’m so apprehensive about how they’ll handle Mia’s sexuality this season, with her smooching Hanna last season to get Axel off her back, but also her being bi via word of God.

Amira says she has to go to prayer. Mia asks whether Amira was just there? Amira says no and leaves. So maybe Amira is doing something else and keeping a secret from the girls? I guess one other possibility is that Mia (a non-Muslim) doesn’t realize how much Muslims are supposed to pray, but I think the first is more likely from a story perspective. Anyway, it’s small but I like little nods to Amira’s religion, things like her mentioning going to pray so it feels like it’s more integrated into her character.

Sam asks the girls to swing their legs and it’s super cute. It was also an IG story she made, so that’s a nice inclusion. It’s cool when they tie in the clips to actual social media posts (much like how Matteo posted a video of Hanna and Jonas last season that seemed to be taken within the clip itself).

People got seriously fucking mad with this clip, lmao, but honestly, it’s such a big departure from the original that I wasn’t pissed. There’s too much we need to know about how the Kiki/Alexander relationship will play out in the long run before I get angry at what’s happening.

In the credits after the clip, we see a pillow fight scene with the girls. I’m gonna guess that’s maybe a snippet from the Easter cabin episode (or whatever’s taking place of the cabin episode). I wonder if we also got a slumber party scene as a makeup for not getting the full girls’ sleepover in S1? It was just Mia and Kiki.

Clip 2 - Santa Claus is coming

Mia observes their toilet at home at German Kollektivet. It is gross. There’s pee all over the seat, what even looks like a curly hair??? I want to puke. I take it back, I’ll watch Kiki’s and Alex’s tongues for an hour if Druck never shows me anything like this toilet again.

Mia angrily stomps over to the bedroom of German Eskild (Hans) and bangs on the door. German Linn comes up to her, saying Hans has a visitor. Mia explains that Hans peed all over the toilet seat, Linn asks if she should clean it up. Mia says if they always do it for him, he’ll never learn. This is a small moment and not necessarily like, groundbreaking feminist commentary, but it’s why I have some faith in Druck for this season? Mia is adamantly against women cleaning up men’s messes (literally and certainly figuratively). I’m not saying she’s a perfect feminist, but she actually seems like a believable feminist teenage girl, with a lot of feminist principles that seem integrated into her life, which not all of the remakes have captured, imo.

Mia bangs on the door, Hans doesn’t open it, so eventually she does and of course Hans is getting his dick sucked. He’s wearing a Santa hat. There are so many directions you could take this joke that I can’t settle on anything, sorry.

I will say that I’m pretty sure there are multiple shitty Christmas slasher movies where the killer is driven to hack people up because they spied someone in a Santa costume having sex, and that scarred them for life or whatever, so Hans better watch his back. And clean up the toilet from now on.

Hans makes excuses for his wayward urine, Mia asks him to clean it up. Hans is like, tomorrow! Hans, people are probably going to use the toilet between now and tomorrow. It is not going to take you long to do the bare minimum and spray down some cleaner and then wipe it off.

Uhhhh the other dude who’s putting on his Santa jacket seems kinda cute. Good job, Hans? Except apparently the guy, Michi, is boring and talks too much about Trump, Nazis, refugees, etc. So bringing in those aspects of S2 a little early, which is nice and topical. (But lol @ Mia and Hans talking about how boring this guy is when the door is still open a crack.)

Mia asks why Hans meets with him then, and Hans says it’s because Mia is always in school and who knows what Linn is doing? He was lonely. And by lonely, let’s be real, he means horny. Something neither Mia nor Linn can satisfy for him.

Hans compares Michi to a boomerang: you throw him away but he always comes back. Mia is appalled by this. You all suck! Not “you all” as in gay people, “you all” as in men. Hans is like … well, you’ve got me there!

I liked that already, this scene ties into the plot thematically. Hans is basically doing the same as Alex, or at least what Mia thinks is happening with Alex. Hans is using Michi for hookups, Alex is using Kiki. Throwing her away, but like a boomerang, she comes back. Mia thinks what Amira said earlier about relationships is right. Guys are awful.

Hans didn’t make the best first impression here, with comparing Michi to a boomerang, and being dismissive of serious political issues, but I mean, this is only his first scene, and it’s not like Eskild’s first appearance revealed too much about him except that he thought Disney was a good fellatio soundtrack.

Clip 3 - Hello, Jotteo

Hanna and Mia walk to school. Mia says that her parents decided to go to Berlin without telling her, and they got into a fight. Her relationship with them is a nonstop cycle of arguing, basically. So Mia is going to do nothing for Christmas, basically, just stay at home and read - which sounds nice, personally, but also probably not that nice when it’s because you’re estranged from your family and have nowhere to go. Hanna is like, not on my watch! She invites Hanna to Christmas Eve with her and her dad. Yay, Hanna’s dad! I liked that guy, I hope we get to see him again.

Jonas and Matteo show up! Interesting because obviously Mia didn’t escape to Hanna’s yesterday to see Hanna and Jonas all snuggled up watching TV and talking about dating (like Noora did).

Hanna and Jonas seem a little awkward together. MY BABES. You still love each other!

Also, these are some fucking stoners, man. Are they high already? It’s like 8 in the morning. School hasn’t even started. They’re like, we have to go take a biology test! They’re laughing like this is the funniest shit ever.

Mia asks if Hanna has talked with him lately. Hanna is like, “Jonas?” at first, and I can’t wait to hear how that relationship is going (or not going) but Mia meant Matteo. Hanna has no idea how she’d bring up that they found porn on Matteos’ phone and that they think he’s crushing on Jonas. Mia is like, just drop in a subtle hint, like asking if he watches Queer Eye! Lmao, Mia, have you seen Matteo’s hair and wardrobe? Bless him, because I love this messy, perpetually stoned version of Isak, but if he’s watching Queer Eye he’s sure as fuck not taking inspiration from it.

Hanna says she and Matteo don’t have much contact lately, because of Jonas. It’s not working out just being friends and he doesn’t seem willing to give as much on his end. Mia asks if Jonas has a new girlfriend, Hanna says no, that they promised to tell each other when that happens. Something tells me that isn’t going to go so smoothly this season. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jonas gets a girlfriend but Hanna doesn’t hear about it from him. I mean, Eva didn’t hear about Jonas being with another girl straight from him, and they were on much better terms than Hanna and Jonas (superficially, at least).

Mia seems doubtful, too. I’m sure her current “Men are the worst” attitude isn’t making her more optimistic.

Clip 4 - Mia vs. Alex in class

Mia is in class. Kiki’s sitting next to her; Alexander is on the opposite side of the room; because he got held back, they’re in the same grade. Mia looks to him. I will note that Alexander does a kind of laugh to himself before he looks up, so maybe he sensed that Mia was scoping him out?

Mia, who is looking very pretty by the way, pulls up her shirt so it’s not baring her shoulders so much. I vastly appreciate that they did this part differently than in the original! In that one, William texts Noora that she looks good in the shirt, causing her to put on a jacket - it’s his direct advances and comment making her uncomfortable. In this scene, Alexander is just looking at her - which might make her uncomfortable but at least he wasn’t doing it in an overly lascivious way.

We also see him respond to that, and it’s hard to tell because he doesn’t avert his eyes totally or anything, but he doesn’t completely keep staring at her.

Like in Skam, their teacher is filmed below the neck, although this guy’s nipples aren’t the main attraction. Rather, it’s his festive reindeer sweater that draws the eye. (NGL, this gives me an idea for one of the S3 remakes where instead of checking out the female teacher’s boobs, the Isak is like … staring at his male teacher’s nips poking through a polo shirt or whatever.)

This is like a history/social studies class and the teacher has been talking about institutional oppression. He asks for comparisons between apartheid in South Africa and the Third Reich.

A girl is like, why can’t we talk about something relevant like Syria? Lmao, random girl, of course it’s important to talk about Syria, but what’s this insinuation that it’s not relevant to talk about past atrocities? This is part of why we study history, to draw comparisons between the past and present. Not to mention the repercussions of those periods are still felt today.

Mia and Alex’s argument about Israel being an apartheid state is more in line with how I think Noorhelm was meant to be, with the two of them having debates and William challenging Noora’s opinion. However, it never really worked for me because I felt these arguments leaned too heavily on not just like ... intellectual debate for the spirit of it, but Noora objecting to something William had done, and then William trying to argue why it was actually OK. There weren’t many debates about stuff unrelated to their relationship and William’s behavior, not much verbal and mental sparring for the pleasure of it. So maybe this isn’t an enjoyable debate, per se, but it’s at least a heated one between two parties with different strong POVs, on something besides trying to justify one’s own behavior.

When Alex quotes David Ben-Gurion, Mia says there’s a difference between a German saying that Israel is an apartheid state and an Israeli saying so. Alex is like, nah. Mia asks, so there’s no difference when I insult your sister and when you do? He seems to get a touch more serious and says while emotionally there’s a difference, practically there isn’t. No one should insult his sister.

People were reading very literally into this comment, that she’s aware of his sister, but I think she’s just presenting a hypothetical scenario as an analogy. It’s not that she actually knows he has/had a sister. It’s that her hypothetical scenario happens to have more baggage attached to it than she realizes. Assuming that Alex maybe has a dead sister, this is actually a very good moment! It makes sense why he’d get more emotional over her at this mention, like it struck a nerve even if it’s not what Mia really meant.

The teacher is like, thanks for your contribution, it totally misses the point! Lmao, between that comment and the reindeer sweater, I like this guy.

Behind Mia, Kiki seemed pretty into Alex’s talk, by the way.

As the class packs up, Mia says Alex is a dick, Kiki says he’s not and that Mia doesn’t even know him. He’s insecure and just wants his parents’ attention. Mia is like, lol, didn’t know he was sensitive and vulnerable. She says it like a joke, but Kiki takes it seriously and says it’s all a front.

Mia asks why Alex is repeating his grade, Kiki says he didn’t want to talk about it. INTERESTING. I know from a Doylist perspective, this is so they can keep Alex on the show rather than him graduating, but I really hope they integrate it into his characterization. But he also said it’s none of Kiki’s business so like, he’s still an asshole. Mia agrees with me. He doesn’t have to tell her but don’t be a shithead about it.

Alex accompanies Kiki out of the classroom and gives her his hand, but appears to shoot Mia a look as he leaves.

Clip 5 - Kiki’s a vegan

Mia rides her bike in the morning and passes Kiki on the street. They have class now, but Kiki still needs to go home and shower. Mia is surprised because they’re pretty far from Kiki’s house, meaning Kiki has to run even more. However, Kiki seems pleased about how much she’s run.

Mia invites Kiki to go shopping with her and Hanna, and Kiki wants to go somewhere with vegan croissants. Mia is surprised by Kiki suddenly being a vegan. Kiki explains that she saw a documentary - not about factory farming, but about how healthy it is. Although then she adds she thinks factory farming is bad when she sees Mia isn’t pleased - that’s a nice touch because Kiki seems like she thought Mia was judging her for not being politically aware enough, and that Mia’s going to go on an activist diatribe or something, when Mia is really concerned because of Kiki’s extreme workout and diet.

Mia clarifies that she thinks veganism is great, it’s just that Kiki is working out so much as well as becoming a vegan. She said they talked about it and Kiki needs to be careful about this stuff. Kiki says she doesn’t see the problem with eating healthy and doing sports.

I like that moment because it’s kind of toeing the line, like … well, what is wrong with working out and eating healthy? And Mia can’t quite object to that in itself. On the surface, Kiki is making it sound reasonable. It’s just that we know more is going on with her than simply adopting healthy lifestyle habits. She’s taking it way too far.

Clip 6 - Mia vs. Alex, take two

Mia sees Axel in school and confronts him, saying they need to talk. He doesn’t seem that into it. When she asks him what he’s doing with Kiki, he plays dumb, she tells him that she’s going to get her hopes up for something serious. Alex is all, define serious. He says that he’s hanging out with Kiki and no one else, so what else is he supposed to do, propose to her?

If he’s explained to Kiki that this is a FWB thing, then honestly, it’ll be on Kiki not to hope for something more serious. It’s certainly not the best course of action for him because of how he behaved last season, and he should know by now that Kiki will probably take it too seriously. However, if he’s made his stance clear to Kiki that this isn’t a serious relationship, then it’s on Kiki to listen to that.

I like that her posture seems more stiff and ramrod straight, and he’s leaning against the railing, relaxed. She’s on guard and trying to make a point to, he’s not threatened by what she’s saying.

He says “If I didn’t know you were a lesbian, I’d think you were jealous,” and arrrrgh. Best case scenario, this at least suggests he has been backing off Mia because he thinks she’s a lesbian and not approaching her, and he respects that. However, I don’t think he buys that she’s really a lesbian (and this is confirmed by the end of the episode) so it comes across like a taunt instead. “If I didn’t know you were a lesbian” is him being ironic because he doesn’t believe her.

Mia says if he hurts Kiki, she’ll kill him. She walks away and Alex seems more amused than anything. He better take her seriously, she’s seen Santa getting a blowjob so the desire to kill should be setting in any moment.

Clip 7 - Gym class

Mia and Hanna are in gym class. They’re on the bleachers. They are both faking having their periods because they hate volleyball and PE. I can respect the fuck out of that. Jonas is playing volleyball, and he and Hanna are having some awkward eye contact.

Hanna mentions that Kiki is a vegan now. She doesn’t get how one can go without meat, but Mia has more serious concerns about Kiki’s sudden veganism.

The girls talk about Alexander and whether he’s doing this thing with Kiki as a tactic to make Mia jealous. God, I hope not. I hope he legit thinks she’s unavailable and is trying to move on or something. Because even taking the end of the episode into consideration, he wasn’t pursuing Mia on his own. He wasn’t texting her, calling her, starting conversations with her outside of class, and it was when Mia kept initiating contact and pushing him that he said he’d break up with Kiki if Mia went on a date with him. I’m not excusing him for that, but best case scenario, he was doing this thing with Kiki without the end goal of exchanging her for Mia.

The ball flies at Hanna, Jonas comes to pick it up and says sorry. I truly hope that was an accident, because otherwise, dick move. Anyway, another little beat of awkwardness between the two.

Clip 8 - Christmas party

Party time! Linn sits on the couch, appropriately. She’s wearing a Santa hat, so she’s a little bit festive, at least?

The girls bake cookies, Hans seems to be making drinks. When Mia goes to the fridge, we get a nice glimpse of her, Hans, and Linn in some photo booth pics, awww.

Amira recreates the Salt Bae meme, which is fucking adorable, I love her.

Mia is a very pretty girl but I have to say that the styling is suiting her even more this season, and this is a really great look for her.

Kiki checks her phone. As we know from the social media, she had something planned with Alex. She’s sent some texts to him, but he’s ignoring her. Though I wonder if they actually had something planned, or if Kiki just assumed they did.

The doorbell rings and it’s Jonas, Matteo, and Carlos! I think they’re integrating the boy squad more into this season because they know fans love Jonas and Matteo, but that’s hardly something I’ll complain about. I live for more combined girl/boy squad content.

Hanna doesn’t seem totally OK with Jonas appearing - not like, shook to her core, but that she’s a little ruffled.

Carlos greets Kiki and says she looks good tonight and I don’t want to pair up any random boy and girl who interact, but if it will get her off Alex, then by all means, deliver us German Magnus/Vilde.

Mia asks Hans if he invited Michi (the guy from the BJ Santa clip) and he says no. Michi isn’t the kind of guy you date, he’s the guy you get to rim you. Well ... thanks for letting us know!

But it’s kinda interesting to me, because Hans is pretty dismissive and not complimentary of this guy, but at the same time… it’s his choice to just hook up with him and not go for anything serious. Mia seems like she’s meddling or judging a bit, disapproving of Hans doing this. I wonder if it’ll come into play later and if Hans will get as tired of Mia’s meddling as Kiki does. Still, it’s a nice parallel to her interfering with Kiki’s affairs, too.

This is a small, cute Christmas party, I dig it. The squads dance to All I Want For Christmas, the girls hug, it’s cute. Matteo sits at the table drinking, awww. Get up and dance, dude!

I wonder if Matteo not dancing is part of him checking himself not to be ~too gay? Or maybe he’s not in the mood because he’s been going through shit at home? Or he’s too drunk to get up? There are a lot of references to him drinking and getting stoned this season, and I mean, that’s not a great thing for him, but it’s a very interesting development in terms of what it will mean for his arc.

Hans and Matteo have met now! Maybe they didn’t talk much, but they were in the same room!

WHO WAS TOUCHING MATTEO’S HEAD, I CAN’T TELL

Matteo and Kiki share a moment where she’s singing to All I Want For Christmas at him and he’s just at the table. Are they actual friends or something? Elaborate, please!

Everyone’s having a good time until Hans suddenly cuts the music, then they’re angered. How dare he cut off Mariah!

Hans announces they’re going to the club and goes into the bathroom to take party drugs. He says he’s going to pee, but the others are aware he’s taking drugs. Matteo mentions that Hans said he partied last week and it took him 72 hours to notice that he didn’t eat anything. Oh no, Kiki’s going to latch onto that. Mia seems wary.

Later, after the party’s over, Mia is cleaning up when the doorbell rings. Kiki comes back in. She’s going to party with Hans and Sam. Cotton pads fall out of her purse. Wait, Kiki is eating them??? Uh-oh.

Mia asks her not to take drugs, she saw how Kiki reacted when they were talking about Hans. Kiki gets mad and asks why she doesn’t get on Hans’ case. Mia says it’s because Hans doesn’t eat cotton pads as a snack. Kiki gets very upset. Mia wants to know if this is because of Alexander.

Truthfully, I don’t think dating Alexander helps, necessarily, since Kiki will feel like she needs to be at her best to hold Alex’s attention, and if he’s not 100% interested in her, she’ll find the faults in herself rather than him. It doesn’t help that he’s already told her she’s not worth it, and even though he apologized, she might still feel the memory of that. But this problem with Kiki goes well beyond her dating Alexander. I’m not absolving him of everything, obviously, but I think she’d be engaging in these behaviors regardless of what he thought, even if it’s for his approval. Mia is using Alexander as a scapegoat here for a much broader issue with Kiki. Like I have no doubt that these problems originated before Alex.

Kiki yells at Mia to stop interfering in her life and that she’s obsessed. I’m really interested in what Druck is doing with these two, because there are two sides to this. I think when it comes to Kiki’s eating disorder, while Mia ultimately can’t control what Kiki does, she’s not wrong to mention her concerns. This is one situation where your friend’s health and physical well-being are at stake. Mia has likely been where Kiki has and recognizes the signs. When it comes to Alexander … Mia probably should back off by now. She’s made her case, she’s stated her concerns. Kiki is making her own choices with who she’s hooking up with. They may not be great choices but they’re Kiki’s to make. But mixing the two sides is that Mia thinks the relationship with Alex is exacerbating Kiki’s eating disorder, so Kiki’s romantic life is entangled with her health.

Mia lies in bed later. She goes through her text messages, first Hans, then Axel. If you look closely, you’ll notice that she sent something to him about the David Ben-Gurion quote being misattributed, which means they kept up the debate outside the classroom. Mia, I know you want to win the debate, but contacting Axel again to make your point isn’t going to convince him that you don’t care about him.

Mia texts Axel to leave Kiki alone. Again, this is messy because I think this is probably crossing the line, Mia’s said her piece already, and this is Kiki’s life. I’m glad they’ve emphasize that Mia thinks this situation is making Kiki’s eating disorder worse, though, because that is a very serious problem and if Mia thinks Alex is making it worse, then it’s easy to understand why she would keep intervening.

Mia is texting something like “Do you want to ...” before Axel writes back, and I’d be really interested to know what she was going to say.

Aaaand Alex wrecks a lot of the good will we wanted to give him by telling Mia he’ll break up with her if she goes out with him and admits she made up all the lesbian stuff. Ugh. So he’s a) willing to break up with Kiki and hurt her just to get with Mia b) putting pressure on Mia dating him c) not taking her being a lesbian seriously which is sadly a common attitude among straight dudes. Obviously lesbians can’t be real, it’s impossible for women not to want me men! Even if he thinks she made it up about her sexuality, he should fucking leave it at that. I mean, she made it up for a reason and that reason is that she doesn’t want to date him, take a hint. Whatever Mia’s flaws have been in this whole situation, that doesn’t let Alex off the hook, either.

We close on Mia from above in her bed, with some distance. I like that, it makes her seem smaller and less in control of what she feels she has to do.

General Comments/Social Media

I’m really happy to see this show back! So far this was a promising start; I think they’re working on some of the production issues of last season and listening to the fans, so that’s encouraging.

This week there was a TON of effort put into the social media, with many IG posts and stories and multiple text messages. There were also clips every day, sometimes more than one. This was a really smart choice, because the constant flow of content grabbed people’s attention - remember that one week in S1 where the show took an unexpected hiatus and people wondered if Druck had been cancelled mid-season? Not great for holding viewers’ interest. I very much hope they can keep up the steady roll of content - personally I would not be surprised if they tone it down a little after this week, and the large amount of content this week was to drum up hype for the show, but I hope we can keep it at higher levels than last season.

However, the constant content and the increased promotion seem to have worked, because the amount of views per clip and subscriptions to Druck’s channel have increased quite a bit! A lot of the clips seem to have as many or more views as clips from S1, which have been out for months. At the beginning of the week there was something like 63,000 subscribers to the channel, I think? As of writing this, they have almost 100,000. They gained more than 35,000 subscribers in a week. That’s incredible! I also noticed several of the clips and episodes were trending by the time I watched them, so that’s got to help attract new viewers. When there are new clips out frequently, they can keep trending, which will grab the attention of new fans. I poked through the comments and there seemed to be a LOT of people who are not existing Skam fans, but German viewers discovering Druck for the first time, which is amazing.

I realize it’ll be very messy with the timeline, but I hope that we can squeeze in at least one more season of this show, hopefully two so we can get both Amira and Matteo seasons. If the momentum keeps up, it’ll be a huge shame to end the show when it’s doing so well. Don’t pull a Julie Andem, Pola Beck. (Lmao, I’m willing to drop realism and pretend this is like Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Veronica Mars when they graduated high school after 2-3 seasons and then all happened to go to the same university.)

About Mia being a lesbian or bisexual, or having a romance with a girl - as much as I would love for this to happen, I’m not going to get my hopes up. I don’t want to be disappointed. What I do hope is that the stuff with Mia isn’t queerbaiting - I really hope that she isn’t straight. I get that she’s probably not going to be a lesbian and that she’ll likely end up with Alex, because otherwise it would be an enormous diversion from the source material, one that would not go over well with a big part of the fanbase that loves Noorhelm and is looking forward to seeing that story again. But let her be bi, at least. I get that it’s a pipe dream to hope for Mia/Hanna or Mia/Kiki, but let the f/f content be stronger than it was in S2 of Skam. Make it better than just drunken makeouts between ostensibly straight girls.

The thing is, I do understand if they have her get together with Alex. However you might feel about it personally, Noorhelm is a popular ship (S3 was the biggest internationally but I know S2 was huge in Norway) and there will be tons of people looking forward to it. So really, I’m not expecting them to throw out that relationship and the Mia/Alex endgame. Later in the season, I might change my mind. But right now, while I’m expecting some of the story details to change (as they already have), I’m not going to predict a radical overhaul of S2. I think I’ll be more disappointed if I expect them to reinvent this story so dramatically and they don’t. And if they do? I can be pleasantly surprised.

There’s going to be a fuck ton of drama this season in the fandom - hell, there already is - because Noorhelm is already polarizing, and we’ll be seeing people who still want this ship to succeed and people who don’t. But I do want to point out one thing: a huge amount of people, until the final clip, were being positive about Alex and Mia/Alex’s potential, pointing out ways they preferred Alex’s behavior to William’s. This included people who straight-up hated Noorhelm. I think this says a lot, that many people are willing to get on board with the pairing if it gets rid of the stuff they disliked about the original S2. Of course many others are never going to like this storyline, and many people who had high hopes then dropped them after Alex’s text message to Mia. We’ll see how fandom attitudes change or stay the same over the season.

I like how they’re characterizing Mia this season. They seem to have a clear idea of her motivations, they��re giving her flaws that seem naturally integrated into her character. One of the best ways to create a character, imo, is to think of their flaws and their strengths not as existing on completely separate spheres, but as personality traits existing together that have both positive and negative qualities. For instance, Mia is kind and protective of her friends, overall a positive trait, but that leads her to interfere with their lives, which can be a negative trait.

There were a ton of IG posts and text messages, both this week and before the season even started. I might have missed something - I didn’t expect Druck to hit me so hard with SM content, lmao.

One pre-season text had Hanna wanting to meet up with Jonas, and he initially agreed, but then when she asked for details he didn’t reply, and on the day of, he suddenly couldn’t meet. Oh, kids. This is such a different dynamic from Eva and Jonas in their S2, when they appeared to be on friendly terms and were hanging out together, totally platonic, nothing to see here!!! Unfortunately, Hanna and Jonas still have some friction.

There was a really excellent text message prior to the start of the season, about the girls meeting with college/career advisers at school. It did the double duty of both telling us about the girls’ aspirations and dreams for when they graduate, as well as exposing various difficulties and societal inequalities that they face. For instance, Kiki wants to go to university because no one in her family has done so before, but the adviser tried to talk her into some apprenticeships. Amira jokes that it’s because the adviser saw Kiki’s grades, but that also sees like an issue of classism - Kiki expresses interest in university but the adviser discourages her, possibly based on her background and not coming from a family that went to university. Sam wants to study fashion design and the adviser said that goal fits, presumably due to her personal style. With Amira we see blatant racism in the system, as she wants to become a chancellor, but the adviser laughs and singles out her hijab as a reason why she’ll find it difficult. Hanna was told to do better in school, continuing her academic struggles from her season (the Evas have never been great students). Mia, on the other hand, is told she could be anything. And true, I think Mia’s supposed to be a good student, but note the disparity in that a young white girl is told her future is full of limitless possibilities, whereas Amira (who I’m pretty sure is also a good student) is told how she’ll struggle to achieve her dreams.

I think that sort of sets up some of the tension to a degree with Mia’s character. I’m not sure how much we’ll go into this, but Mia (and the Nooras) have frequently been like the golden girl of Skam. Like I agree that S4 made a lot of mistakes in giving Noora too much importance at the expense of Sana, but I also think there was an awareness that Noora was perceived so differently than Sana even though in many ways they were similar, because of racism, and how Sana knew this and was hurt by it (it was just that S4 was a weird mishmash of knowing this and portraying it critically, and indulging in Noora’s greatness and playing it straight). So we could have that with Mia and Amira at some point. But also, I think this is a big issue with Mia and Kiki (and Noora and Vilde). Because we saw Vilde basically have to deal with Noora being seen as a “better” version of her. For example, Vilde planned to tell off William and have that as her big moment; but William tore her down and Vilde ran off in distress, and it was Noora who stepped up to roast him and put him in his place. What Noora did was great but it snatched Vilde’s moment. Noora is pretty and skinny, she stuffs herself with pancakes and is model thin, something that Vilde aspires to be. Vilde has a crush on William and he uses her and throws her away; Noora gets William’s attention and she doesn’t even want it, then ends up in a serious relationship with him as William decides Noora is the girl worthy of his loyalty. We saw a lot of this play out with Mia and Kiki already in S1. Now in S2, the tension between the two is going even harder than with Noora and Vilde. Vilde never snapped at Noora the way Kiki does in this episode. Honestly out of everything, I think I’m most interested in seeing how that relationship develops over the season. Remember that Mia is the only one who was there to help Kiki with her pregnancy scare last season, so now they’ve got this other big situation and secret between them.

Girl Sam invited one of the boys to the Christmas party, but it’s not clear from the texts which of them it was. I’m pretty sure it was Jonas since he says Sam invited them in the clip, but still, that’s one downside of Druck’s text system, we can’t always tell who the conversations are between. Although on the other hand, I do think there are instances where that ambiguity could add some suspense and mystery. (She greets mystery boy as “Hi bitch!” which is pretty funny and suggests they are on reasonably friendly terms.)

I wonder if Sam invited the boys on behalf of Hanna? Then Jonas would have an excuse to hang around Hanna without the pressure of it being one-on-one, or seeming too much like a date/like they were back together. And he might respond more positively to a “neutral” party like Sam rather than Hanna, with all their history.

By the way, Hanna had a pic of her and Jonas before the season started that’s like “When lovers become friends!” and she looks significantly happier about it than he does.

Carlos (the Elias from S1) got an IG and his name (car_lospolloshermanos) is a Breaking Bad reference. I remember him as being fairly decent and not too shitty in S1, so it’d be nice to see him as a member of German boy squad.

Kiki posts a pic of her healthy vegan meal and Matteo responded by posting his currywurst. Lmao, so they’re friendly enough that they can have this banter???

Matteo posts a bunch of memes on his IG. How Isak of him.

Amira had some utterly beautiful pics of her summer where she’s riding a camel and visiting the pyramids in Egypt.

There were so many Christmas party pics and videos! I loved the effort put into it. The kids were adorable.and the activity made it feel more like an actual party.

We’ve had Skam and the remakes take place on holidays, but never on Christmas, so I’m quite excited to see what Druck gives us! Even if it’s just Mia, Hanna, and Hanna’s dad chilling out, that’ll be good enough for me. Plus, we should get New Year’s too - what if we get a clip that drops around midnight on New Year’s Eve?

If you got this far, thank you for reading!

I’m not German, so if I missed any language or cultural context, feel free to let me know!

#druck reactions

29 notes · View notes

punchmedanny · 7 years ago

Text

Chicago II July 25, 2018

Alright strap yourselves in cuz this is gonna be a long ass post WITH SPOILERS for Interactive Introverts. I will mark where spoilers begin if you want to read about pre show stuff. If you don't want any spoilers whatsoever, don't feel obligated to read this even if we're buddies! Feel free to send me an ask/dm instead 😅

Alright folks, let's go!

Playing the Waiting Game

I was supposed to get to the venue at 4 for m&g, but I got there before 3 because a) i'm terrified of being late and b) my uber driver made excellent time.

The venue was not open yet, so my bf and I walked to a nearby mall. We passed by the tour buses (presumably dnp's plus other performers'). There was a group of people hanging around them looking v stalkerish (please don't hang around the buses before the show)

We got back to venue around 3:50 and waited in line outside till 4 when the venue let us in. We were near the middle of the line, so if you want to be closer to the front, get there sooner lol

Turns out I was behind the lovely @noodlephil in line (although I didn’t know till after!)

Two internet friends were meeting for the first time and crying (it was adorable)

Inside, there was a table with staff that checked and marked our tickets then gave us silver paper wristbands

We got in a second line where we had a bag check (our venue allowed sealed water bottles, but that might vary) and were scanned by a wand metal detector. After that, staff scanned our tickets

We went to a third line which was the actual line for m&g and were told the m&g itself would start around 4:30

Marianne came by and said we would be waiting a bit longer for "latecomers" (im p sure dnp were the latecomers because most people were there at that point haha)

Marianne walked like a frickin goddess and her voice was beautiful

She made a speech giving us a rundown of how m&g would work, which I recorded

The m&g area was set up in the lobby to the side of the theatre doors

Dan and Phil entered from our left (towards the back of the theate)

They jogged across the m&g backdrop where we could see them better and waved. Dan did the cutest bouncy jump ever while waving. He stayed out longer than Phil

There was a table to set your bag on as you approached the backdrop

The music was loud af and there was NO WAY to see or hear other people's m&g - it was v private even though there were tons of people

Marianne was at the very front of the line and asked what she could do to help. I was like uhhh (because I'm eloquent like that) and she asked if we had anything for them to sign. My bf had golf balls lmao and gave them to her. I said I wanted to take a Polaroid for them to sign. She had me turn the camera on because apparently they’d had issues with Polaroid cameras in the past

I thanked her for the way everything was being run and joked a bit while we waited

When it was our turn, the people in front of us were completely gone (I repeat: v private). Marianne gestured and verbally told us to go on in

Meeting Dan and Phil

Phil was wearing his red jacket and good vibes t-shirt just like the beginning of "week in the life" He welcomed us with open arms and I went in for the Phil Hug. Wow. Phil is an excellent hugger and his arms felt a lot stronger than I imagined. And, yes, he waited for me to let go first

As soon as I let go of Phil, I stepped to the side and and looked at Dan. He was wearing his II denim jacket over a white t-shirt. He also had his arms wide for a hug. And lemme tell you, that boi has a fuckin wingspan. Dan gave a more gentle hug than Phil and we let go at like the same time

I am not a hugger and wasnt even 100% sure before I went in that I would hug them tbh

After the hugs, I stepped back and took them both in that's what she said. My initial impression was confidence and class. Literally, the most confident people I've ever encountered irl

Everyone says they're tall, but they are, as my bf said, taller than advertised. He's 6'2 and still looked up to both of them. I feel like they're both close to the next inch up honestly

They are wide. Like we've all noticed the Phil is wide, but Dan is too! They are literal giants

The cameras do NOT do them justice. Phil looks his age irl and I mean that in the sexiest way possible. He does actually have pores and tiny wrinkles (gasp), but I think they only make him more attractive. He oozes understated masculinity. But he also has serious nerd energy and idgaf attitude. Basically, he seems kind of badass

Dan looked flawless. Like I know every so often people wonder about if he wears makeup and all imma say is either he does OR he has the best damn skin care routine and/or genetics ever. He looks like someone after they use a filter

I'd say dan is suave and phil has swagger

(I'm about to sound real fucking weird) They both had such strong auras or energy or whatever you want to call it. It was palpable and BIG - like it extended off of them a couple feet. Dan's felt more static-y, while phil's felt more like balloon about to burst. It merged together between them to where I couldn't tell where one stopped and the other started

Marianne handed Phil the golf balls and he and Dan just stared at them in his hand in confusion for a second then Phil said "golf balls?" before my bf explained it was because they were the caddy lads. They chuckled and Dan said it was "the only series that has any value"

I am now the proud (?) owner of photos and video of phil holding two balls in his hand and I feel really weird about it

Dan asked if I had anything for them to sign, so I told him I wanted to take a Polaroid to which Dan replied, "D'ya want me to attempt the rare Polaroid selfie?"

Then I actually gently teased Dan (!?!?) because I'm a little shit lol I said, "I successfully did one this morning, so I hope you can"

They both seemed mildly amused and he did the thing where he touched his chest lightly in mock offense and said, "Well, let's see"

Tbh I think this was why I got genuine smiles in my pic

Dan said, "Beautiful" and Phil said "Amazing" lol (it really was tho)

Dan described the signature he'd be doing as "the tiniest little dan" and he used the highest voice ever

Phil's signature was so bad im pretty sure dan laughed at it lmao

Dan offered another selfie with my phone (i love him)

I shook their hands before I left and they seemed surprised, but appreciative. They both had excellent handshakes: firm, but not too hard. They both had soft, warm hands with Phil's being about average and Dan's being warmer than average

Overall, they were incredibly kind and professional. The vibe to be was sort of like talking to a boss who isn't your direct boss at a work party: fun, but still guarded

The saying goes "Never meet your heroes," but whoever said that obviously never met dan and phil. This was one of my happiest memories of all time

1500+ word description of the meeting including a sommelier worthy account of how the boys smell

And here’s the (real shit) video of my m&g

The Pre-Show

After meeting the bois, we were immediately given our goodie bags (one of them was double stuffed, lucky me)

Staff asked if we’d be staying in the theatre or not. Upon telling them we’d be leaving, they let us know we’d need to scan out so we could re-enter later

We bought merch (tie-dye/marbled look tee, long sleeved tee, and denim jacket). The line was basically non-existant, so if you have VIP 100% get your merch at this time

We scanned out and were told we could re-enter at 6 along with general admittance ticket holders

We had dinner then got back around 6:10. There was no line this time and we went through security and ticket scanning again

There were so many people everywhere and everyone was so cute! Why are we such a good looking fandom??? The line for merch was EXTREMELY long. RIP those folks

So was the line for the restrooms (and multiple men’s rooms were turned into ladydoors women’s restrooms)

We got 2 drinks (both for me) then went to our seats. We were front and center - I could literally touch the stage with my shoe from my seat. At this time I met @phandommom and @crunchytoasted1

The pre-show music was loud af where I was seated (I actually put in ear plugs lol). Lots of people were dancing and I got to witness crunchytoast dance to “Ladydoor” live which was a treat. At one point various people were running across the theatre with various LGBT+ flags to plenty of cheers. ‘Twas glorious. People did the whole waving the phone flashlights thing and sang along during “Welcome to the Black Parade”

My bf got me 2 more drinks

Showtime!

THIS IS WHERE THE SPOILERS START!!!

It was so, so weird to see them onstage after having the m&g. I legit wanted to climb onstage and like be close again, but, ya know, I didn’t cuz I know what’s socially acceptable

We were called Susan. Classic

Phil was wearing waffle socks. As in socks with tiny waffles all over them

We sacrificed Phil to Satan and Dan died in a furry nightclub

None of mine or my bf’s answers got chosen and I’m a bit salty lol

We sacrificed Dan (the only correct choice fite me)

At intermission the line for the bathrooms was sooooo long omg. I got myself 2 more drinks at this point and called @h-owllslide to gush about the show. I spilled one of my drinks on my bf a little when I sat back down.

Danny was 3 centimeters away from loosing his dick and he got paint on his shoe. He seemed legit irked lol

Nick Jonas was in Dan’s box, but I don’t recall the other two cuz that was the only one that mattered imo

I got a piece of the sign and when they threw it into the audience it was a bit disturbing how everyone tore into it like a swarm of pirahnas

They wore Cubs baseball shirts over their usual shirts during the rap/song finale which was absolutely precious. I LOVED the finale so fucking much - it was magnificent

END SPOILERS!!!

Closing Thoughts

I wish I hadn’t drank so much (6 wines for those of you keeping track at home). I was getting real embarrassing by the end (as in screaming excitedly too much/ too often) and I don’t remember it as clearly as I wish I did. I was just freaking tf out and my anti-anxiety meds weren’t cutting it

I was struggling incredibly hard not to disassociate the entire time

I wish I could go to another show. It was so fun!

The following day, I had a major mood drop. If you’re prone to this, maybe have a plan to hang with someone and do something nice, but lowkey the next day

This was literally the most fun thing I’ve done in at least two years and was one of my happiest memories ever. We’re talking patronus conjuring levels of happy

If you can go, go. If you can’t, don’t feel too bad. It was EXTREMELY intense and not for everyone (especially m&g). Plus they are putting it up later, which I’m looking forward to because I think I’ll be able to better absorb it

Please feel free to ask me anything about the show! I’d love to go on about it lol

#omg this is so much longer than i anticipated #i mean i aint apologizing lmao #i will be legitimately surprised if anyone reads this in its entirety #it's mainly to help me remember because i have some memory issues #Dan and Phil #dan howell #daniel howell #phil lester #amazingphil #DNP #interactive introverts spoilers #interactive introverts #ii spoilers #ii m&g #text post #punchmedanny #tw: alcohol

105 notes · View notes

miraculousmumma · 7 years ago

Text

Green Eyed Cat-Monster Chat-pter Sept

Characters: Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Mlle Bustier, Ms Medeleiev, Chloé Bourgeois, Tom Dupain, Sabine Cheng

Pairings: Adrien/Marinette, Chat Noir/Marinette, Marinette/Luka

Warnings: A little angst, a little fluff, a little swearing, a little kissing

Word Count: 10,150

Summary: When Marinette accidentally sees Chat Noir drop his transformation so many things suddenly make sense, but matters are quickly confused again when she bumps into Luka Couffaine, literally. With both he and a certain cat-boy suddenly vying for her affection, what is she supposed to do?

Masterlist

‘Nothing happened, Alya. I told you last night when I text you.’ Marinette complained as she pulled her outfit out of the closet.

‘Chat Noir literally took you out of class when there wasn’t an akuma. Something has to have happened.’ Alya argued.

Marinette shook her head at Alya’s persistence. ‘They thought Adrien and I were at risk so kept an eye on us for the afternoon. That’s it.’

‘And did you and Adrien get to talk?’

‘They kept us at different locations.’

‘Pity.’ Alya replied. ‘Okay, onto the next. What are you wearing tonight?’

‘I’ll send you pics as soon as I’m changed.’

‘You mean you’re not dressed yet?’

‘I just finished doing my hair and makeup. I was about to get dressed when you called!’ Marinette complained defensively.

‘I need to know what you’re wearing before you put it on. What if you chose something bad to sabotage tonight so that you could safely go after Adrien?’

‘I am not trying to sabotage tonight!’

‘I mean subconsciously.’ Alya replied.

‘Not even subconsciously. I’ll show you in a few minutes, but I have to finish up!’

‘Yeah, okay.’ Alya’s sigh was loud down the line. ‘But if I don’t like it expect another call!’

‘Obviously.’ Marinette replied with a small smile. ‘I’ll message you later.’

‘Make sure you do.’

‘Bye, Alya.’ She said, hanging up and throwing the phone onto her chaise.

She had managed to avoid Chat on patrol earlier, glimpsing him at a distance briefly as they traversed the rooftops, and she was glad. She didn’t know what else to say to him. He held her heart, he always had, whether he was model or hero, but Luka…from the moment they met he had always made her feel she was worth something, that the sun could shine on Marinette and not just cast the shadow of Ladybug over her. She glanced at the skirt in her hand. She had to finish getting ready.

Luka was four minutes early, and for once Marinette was ready. He greeted Tom and Sabine politely, promising to have Marinette home by eleven, before they set off together for the coffeehouse that was hosting the open mic night, his guitar on his shoulder in its case.

‘Juleka told me there was some drama at school yesterday.’ Luka said as he dropped back a step, enough that he could rest his hands on her elbows and move her to the inside of the pavement as they walked, making Marinette smile at the chivalrous gesture.

‘It was nothing.’ Marinette said dismissively. ‘False alarm, by all accounts.’

‘Huh.’ Luka nodded. ‘As long as everything is okay.’

‘It’s fine.’ She shrugged, toying with her bag. ‘But could we not talk about it?’

‘Sure.’

‘Thanks.’

They walked in silence for a few minutes, Marinette’s brain trying hard to find something to talk about, but it kept being dragged back to green eyes and blond hair.

‘You never finished telling me about the design you’re working on.’ Luka reminded her. ‘You said it was a big one.’

She shook her head, dispersing any thoughts of Chatdrien for now, smiling up at Luka as she decided he deserved her full attention. ‘I got a commission from a local dance school to design their costumes for the midsummer festival.’

‘The entire troupe?’ Luka looked at her in surprise. ‘That’s a lot of costumes.’

‘It’s just the design. I have another two weeks and I’m almost done.’

‘I don’t know how you find the time.’ He laughed. ‘I have enough trouble keeping my college and music together, and they’re the same topic.’

‘It might help if you didn’t stay up all night.’ She nudged him with her elbow, knowing he did that a lot, both writing and playing the music he wanted to rather than what was designated by his course.

‘I don’t have your focus.’ He nudged her back with his arm, his fingers brushing hers. After a moment’s hesitation his fingers caressed her palm, seeking permission, and she bit her lip before pressing her fingers to his, allowing him to lace them together. ‘Is it okay to hold your hand?’ He asked, glancing down at her as her cheeks flushed.

‘It’s okay.’ She nodded shyly.

They carried on to the coffeehouse hand in hand, laughing and catching up, and when they reached their destination Luka lead Marinette to a small table to the side. The seats were facing a small stage in the centre of the room with a single stool and microphone under a spotlight.

‘People sign up and they can do anything; sing, play, comedy. No one gets booed off. It’s just a great way to express yourself. You want to sign up?’

‘Oh no.’ She shook her head with a nervous laugh. ‘I don’t think anything I do would work on stage.’

‘You’re amazing as you are, Marinette, but I’d like to keep that to myself for tonight.’ He smiled at her. ‘Can I get you a coffee?’

‘Please.’

By the time Luka returned the first act was on stage, just one of the coffeehouse staff, but they played the violin beautifully in an upbeat piece to rapturous applause. More acts followed, all to varying degrees of talent, but all were met with the same response, effort being rewarded each time.

‘Three more acts then I’m up.’ Luka told her as he poured them both another coffee from the carafe he had bought.

‘I’m looking forward to it.’ She smiled at him, her arms folded on the table.

‘It’s what I was writing this morning when I sent you the message. I didn’t think I’d have it finished on time but,’ he shrugged, ‘you kind of inspired me.’

She blushed and looked down as she bit her lip to stop herself from out and out grinning. ‘I didn’t do anything.’

‘More than you think.’ He replied, leaning closer.

Marinette found herself drawn to him, as though he were a magnet, and her heart raced as they edged closer, Luka’s hand touching her arm gently as he felt her breath fall on his cheek. The room seemed to fall silent, time standing still.

Someone tapped on the microphone hard enough to make it squeal with feedback and the pair separated rapidly, Marinette pressing her finger to her ear at the sudden noise. As one they turned towards the stage and realised why it was suddenly so quiet. Under the spotlight, in the centre of the stage, stood Chat Noir. Marinette groaned loudly and dropped back in her seat, wondering what the hell he was going to do now.

‘Wow, Chat Noir at open mic night? This should be interesting.’ Luka gave her a bright smile that she didn’t return, instead she dropped her head onto her hand and hoped it wouldn’t be too…bad.

Chat didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look over at her, he just nodded to the person manning the sound and the opening chords of a power ballad she recognised from her parents’ collection starting to play, which only made matters worse.

‘Oh, he’s not?’ She muttered through her teeth as she cringed at what was about to come.

‘I gotta take a little time, a little time to think things over.’

‘He is.’ She slid further down in her seat.

‘I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I’m older.’

‘He’s not bad.’ Luka leant over and spoke in her ear and she gave him an alarmed look.

‘He’s awful!’

‘He’s trying.’ Luka shrugged. ‘That’s what matters.’

‘He’s embarrassing himself.’ She mumbled before turning back to where Chat now had his eyes closed, clearly putting his heart and soul into his performance.

‘Now this mountain I must climb, feels like the world upon my shoulders. Through the clouds I see love shine, it keeps me warm as life grows colder. In my life there’s been heartache and pain, I don’t know if I can face it again. Can’t stop now, I’ve travelled so far, to change this lonely life.’

‘Wow, he’s really suffering.’ Luka shook his head as she dropped her head back onto her hand, watching him through her lashes.

‘He will be.’ She said to herself.

‘I wanna know what love is, I want you to show me. I wanna feel what love is, I know you can show me.’

He continued to sing, his voice becoming more confident with every line, and he held everyone’s attention. It wasn’t every day one of Paris’ superhero duo was seen in a casual setting and several people held their phones up, filming and taking photos.

The song finished and Chat stepped down from the stage without a word as the applause began, and simply walked to the door and left.

Luka sighed as he watched him go before turning to Marinette, who was staring into her cup intently. ‘You know,’ he started, ‘whatever else happens, Chat Noir and Ladybug belong together. He loves her, a lot, and I know she loves him, although maybe she doesn’t know it yet. And it would be a shame if she let him get away just because she was on a date with a blue haired musician.’

She looked at him suddenly. ‘You know?’

He shrugged. ‘I see things. And I can see you’re in as much turmoil as Adrien is right now. Go after him.’

‘But…’

‘Go on.’ He smiled. ‘But if your folks ask, I walked you home. I don’t want them mad at me.’

A smile grew on her face and she leant forward, kissing his cheek quickly. ‘Thank you, Luka.’ She grabbed her jacket and left the table, running to the door.

A/N: Tomorrow is the final chat-pter!!!

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #miraculous fan fic #MLB #mlb fanfiction #lukanette #adrienette #marichat #idiots in love

91 notes · View notes

siarven · 7 years ago

Text

WIP Ask Game

I got asked “11, 13, 16 und 19?” by @madmooninc via message :D Thank you so much! :D

11 - Which character do you have the most in common with?

Hm. I love painting, the way Ava does, and reading, and making up stories (obviously). I also love animals a lot. I had a lot of nightmares when I was young, too, though not necessarily monsters under my bed. Ava really wasn’t supposed to be the way she is like, now, she just kind of became? In the end all of my characters have small pieces of me woven into them, because how else would I write them? But I think Ava might have the most, even if she’s far more chaotic than I am. Or maybe Fiyare? Good question x’D Sadly I was never that close to my brother as they both are/were XD Though I’m very happy that my parents aren’t in any way like Jon and Liz :)

13. Your characters are stranded on an deserted island. What happens?

(That reminds me of the fact that I still have to do that timetravel tag, ahahha. I’m sorry, that’s at least 3 months old by now...)

“Well, we can’t drink the sea water, that’s for sure. But there might be a water source somewhere up that mountain.” Ben looks around the island with a quizzical expression, trying desperately to find something -- anything -- that could relieve the situation. The mountain looks very steep. “Why did the stupid boat have to break down anyways?” Ava kicks at a rock. The rock refuses to budge. She huffs in pain, and then kicks at the rock again. This time it goes flying. “It’s only our luck that this island is called Disappointment Island! We should’ve known better!” She laughs a bit helplessly. They have lost most of their posessions, the wreck is probably going to be arriving during the next few days if it didn’t sink, and all the technology they had with them has broken down. Mom and Dad are discussing what to do next -- well, Mom is discussing. Dad is still mostly in shock, even after two hours, and he’s probably not going to be much help after that, either. He has no idea how to survive in the jungle. “Don’t worry”, Kiyera says jovially. “I know a trick or two. We’ll be good in no time.” “We just need to worry about the essentials first”, Iuri adds, nodding approvingly. “Find a place to stay, something to eat, and most of all: Water.” None of them say what they’re all thinking: We can be happy that we’re still alive. That everything went this well, considering how many drowned in shipwrecks. “Too bad they took down the castaway depots”, Ben says thoughtfully. “I read about them in that book that you gave me, Kiyera. About shipwrecks and pirates and the sea trade. A good book.” Now on the ground of the ocean, probably. “We should go check out the island”, Kiyera says. “Find out how big it is, what kinds of animals live here. Maybe they left something behind in that depot. The building should still be standing, right?” The others nod, happy that someone else is giving the instructions. “All right. Move as a group, stay together, be wary of, well... I don’t know. Just be careful and try to step where we do. I’m going to get Liz, then we can continue thinking about this.” Ben smiles thankfully at her. It’s nice to not be in charge for once - something he’s still getting used to, now that they’ve made so many new friends. Now that things are finally going uphill for the Nichols family again. “Don’t leave me, Ben”, Ava says quietly, clutching at his hand. He smiles at her, too. They’re all bruised and cut in places, and Ava is too, but she’s taking it in step, not complaining or crying. “I’ll never leave you”, he tells her, and it’s the truth. As long as they’ve got each other everything is going to be all right. Even if they’ll end up shipwrecked forever. But that’s not likely; he knows that there are endemic birds living here so scientists and ornithologists are bound to wind up here sooner or later. And anyways, he’s always wanted to have an adventure. And who gets a better vacation adventure than him, being stranded on an island with his favourite people in the world?

They find water that same day, and build themselves a shelter out of branches and leaves later that evening, because Kiyera is an expert in survival stuff since she led a Girl-Scout Group for several years. A very hardcore one. They are rescued three days later by a helicopter because they built a huge bonfire and because they had to leave Azrae behind because they didn’t get off from work so Iuri used to call them every night. After not hearing anything for three days straight, Azrae alarmed the coastal guards and a search party was sent out. And so Ben and Ava have the best story to tell when they return to school after the holidays.

16. What would your characters be for Halloween?

Good question! Halloween!AU in our universe :D

Ava: She’s a witch, but the nice kind (not the stereotypical evil ones). She helped a bit with the designs. It has a lot of feathers, and is probably a very earthy type of witch, mostly greens and browns. Also the witch might be a princess, too, because she has a tiara over her hat. (She loves disney princesses, after all. Especially Tiana)

Ben: I’d love to say that he would be more carefree in our world but probably not. But damn it, he loves superhero comics so he’s defintiely going as Superman, because he’s the best. Obviously.

Fiyare: A black cat, of course! Her costume is going to be really elaborate but she’ll take care to only use faux fur, and despite it’s amazingness it’ll still be rather simplistic. And def not the sexy cat version, she hates those. Fiyare’s also the one who helps the children with their costumes.

Kiyera: A pirate... hehehe. All the children in the neighbourhood love her, especially because she has a lot of (rescued) parrots sitting all over her.

Azrae - Azrae is going to be the most dramatic of them all. Nobody is surprised. They literally come as Death, but a far more enigmatic version. They’ll ask Fiyare to help them with the sewing and since she’s always happy to help she’ll teach them. Azrae does everything themselves, of course, not even letting Iuri help.

Iuri - She’s going to go as a dragon, the (in theory) firebreathing version. With elaborate scales makeup and costume. She and Azrae spent all their free time the weeks before making the most magnificent costumes. Iuri’s has small scales sown on everywhere and her makeup is on point.

Jon - He wanted to go as a character from the Silmarillion (because he loves Tolkien’s work so much, and making fan art and connection with the fan base has helped him immensely with his depression) but he couldn’t decide which one he loved the most, and because time is fickle he didn’t manage to make anything. So he goes as a vampire with a cheap costume from the store, because vampires sleep during the day, too.

Liz - She’s EXTREMELY into steampunk so her costume will have a thousand cogs and small pipes everywhere. She’s been working on it for at least half a year. At first she tried to make the rest of her family join but Ava wanted to go as a witch so badly and didn’t like the pipes, so Liz finally stopped talking about it. The end result of her late nights spent in the attic might be too heavy to wear for long, so the next year she’ll have to optimize. But that’s the price you pay. And she’s looking pretty fabulous.

Ohhh, that question was awesome XD

19 Post a pic or gif that describes your WIP.

Heh. I’ll let you make up your own mind about that. ;) The best thing about this gif is that it works for almost all of them

Ask me a WIP question! :D

I have no idea if I should tag people for this because it’s all AU but anyways, whatever. :’D

@prismalicht @merigreenleaf @lynnafred @romenna @fynniana @yoojas3d @random-stuff-thrown-into-a-pot

#dreamshadow #au #dreamshadow au #hehe #siarven writes #i don't really like that shipwreck thing but too tired to change anything #and too little time to rewrite

8 notes · View notes

evakfanficsrecs · 8 years ago

Text

Hey, hi, halla!

It’s been some time since I’ve done this again, so I hope you’re all delighted because I’m back with a new dose of Evak fanfic recs for all of you starving out there… yay! :) I wish you all joyful reading, a lovely rest of October and a very Happy Halloween to those who celebrate it!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics. My personal favorites are tagged with a “★”. Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “✓”.

ONESHOTS:

you and me got a whole lot of history by everythingislove (narrylife) Summary: childhood friends!au; “You’re going to be my best friend, Even.” Isak decides, showing off his baby teeth with a beaming grin. Even opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it. The words have so much finality to them, and frankly, he doesn’t feel like getting in trouble for making him cry. So he nods. “Best friends for life.” He agrees.

This Means Nothing to Me by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: roommates!au; “Do you still think love is bullshit?” Isak asked one night with his head lying on Even’s lap, both of them sprawled on their couch. It had taken five joints and three beers for his head to end up there. He was a bit high and he just wanted to check. He just wanted to know. “I’m not so sure anymore,” said Even. Or Isak and Even are friends and roommates who don’t believe in love anymore (after they both get dumped by other people) until they do.

cracks in our foundation by kittpurrson ★ Summary: “You know, like a thousand years ago, men used to wear makeup?” Even asks, as Isak gapes at himself. He can’t really explain how strange it is to see himself like this.

I’m Always Here by nofeartina Summary: “Did you know that Even is working this summer? At that pool at the Plaza?” Jonas says. Isak actually sits up in excitement at this. “Fuck yeah!” Oh, a pool. Actual water they could go swimming in and cool down. And also, Even.

I like my sugar with coffee and cream by imminentinertia ★ Summary: coffee shop!au & Hate to Love!au; 5 times Even buys a coffee +1 time Isak buys a shirt.

Not a Bird, Not a Plane by shakespeareandsunshine ★ Summary: superhero!au; “May I ask what led to your loss of consciousness?” Isak asks. “Would you believe me if I said I flew headfirst into the eighteenth floor windows of the MagnussCorp building?” Isak looks at him, unimpressed. “Not in the slightest.” “Well then,” Even says, smiling. “I flew headfirst into the eighteenth floor windows of the MagnussCorp building.” Or, 5 times Isak refused to see what was right in front of him + 1 time he did.

Cookies and Cream by GayaIsANerd Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak has a crush on the barista. He’s too scared to do anything about it, but luckily there’s a blizzard coming up.

when i’m close to you (we blend into my favourite colour) by Behindthecities ★ Summary: In which Isak and Even are boy-friends with a hyphen in the middle. Or the the 5 times Isak forgets that he’s not dating Even and the 1 time he does something about it.

Feng Shui by champagneleftie Summary: friends with benefits!au & roommmates!au; “Even!” Isak says, indignant, affronted. “I miss kissing. Kissing is nice.” Even misses kissing too. That was nice. Kissing Sonja was nice. She smelled nice. Isak smells nice. Even has a brilliant idea. “You could kiss me!”

live happily with sugar on by colazitron ★ Summary: While Even tries to work up the courage to approach the cute boy on the tram, the cute boy approaches him. Berries are involved.

you’re the glitter in the dark by piccadilly ★ Summary: fantasy!au; Isak is a witch. The universe wants Even to find out. Or, five times Isak almost revealed his magic, and the one time Even revealed his.

Working Out (with your eyes on me) by afastne Summary: Isak is trying to finish his workout, Even is trying to finish a movie. They both fail rather spectacularly.

Between You and Me (and Them Too) by Rashu89 Summary: The five times Even and Isak’s friends witness them sharing a private moment of their relationship and the one time they get to enjoy it all on their own.

I’ll Be Your Trainer by Victory4 Summary: Isak starts going to the gym. Even discovers that he loves the fact that Isak goes to the gym.

Grind On Me (Take Your Time On Me) by wyoheartsmusic Summary: Are you an angel? … because I can’t quite tell with the quality of your profile pic.

Just what the doctor ordered by skambition ★ Summary: “You just lie back and relax, and I’ll be back in an hour to check on you,” Isak promised on his way out, turning back for a second to give Even the loving smile that he had reserved for Even and Even only, who melted a little and smiled back. * One Shot for the ”Doctor Patient Confidentiality“ Universe - but also understandable without having read it!

caught up in a dream by bbyfruit ★ Summary: friends with benefits!au; In which Isak is less of a mess than usual (LIE), Even is super cool and smooth (LIE), and Mikael just wants everyone to be happy (TRUTH).

can’t you feel my heart beat fast, i want this to last by ourlovelybones ★ Summary: Saturday nights are for staring at beautiful things and falling in love with you.

Adventures in Aerobic Dating by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: He is here again. Doing bench presses, all red in the face and groaning softly with the exertion. Even can’t even do anything about it. He’s stuck behind the staff counter, willing away his third ‘gym-rat’ fueled boner this week.

I Think I’m Falling (I Think I’m Falling For You) by EvensDramaticShenanigans ★ Summary: coffee shop!au; Isak isn’t sure if it’s this guy’s incredibly endearing face or the fact that he didn’t just order a fucking Pumpkin Spice Latte, but he suddenly really really wants to kiss him.

Covered In Gold by wyoheartsmusic Summary: In this universe, Isak is a little younger and a little less jaded when he meets Even.

it’s only finger lengths by thekardemomme Summary: Isak hates airports and goodbyes.

Strawberry Milkshake Boy by photographer_of_thoughts ★ Summary: “I don’t want to hear about strawberry milkshake boy anymore, Even.” Yousef snapped, turning the volume up on the TV. Even bit down on his bottom lip, feeling embarrassed. He’d spent the last hour going on about how perfect the boy was; how the boy had quickly drank the milkshake and then licked the rim of the cup afterwards and… He really has a problem. Or, Even has an epic crush on a boy who he keeps seeing at the diner. A boy who only orders strawberry milkshakes.

Halla-ween by vorfm95 Summary: Isak and Even met at a Haunted House in the amusement park on Halloween. * Isak felt his soul leave his body right then and there. He went as pale as a ghost and this time he screamed his lungs out. His instincts pushed him to hug someone, but he couldn’t hug Sana, she wouldn’t like that, besides she was still far behind, and Eva was already hugging Noora. So he hugged the next person closest to him.

cos i love the way you wake me up by hippopotamus Summary: Isak hates waking up alone, especially because Even always leaves for work without kissing him goodbye.

You’re such a heavenly view by LostInAdmiration Summary: Even loved nights with this, after a good party with his close friends, and he and Isak getting to go back to their home together. It was an indescribable sort of joy, and Even was revelling in it.

mastered in this heart of mine by cynical_optimist Summary: Even cuts him off with a kiss to his lips, laughing, and Isak kisses him back, closing his eyes and losing himself, for just a moment, in the warmth and softness of this cold winter morning. * Domestic winter mornings and pancakes.

Porn Poetry by Fxckxxp ★ Summary: It’s Sunday morning, and Isak and Even are both lazy and horny. (But what else is new?)

Pictures of You by EvensDramaticShenanigans ★ Summary: “What the fuck is that?” Even turned to see the redheaded man holding up a hanger with one of the outfits Isak was supposed to wear on it. Isak had a hand on his hip and was staring at the offending article of clothing. “I’m supposed to put that on, Eskild? That sweater looks like it came out of my grandma’s closet!” Eskild laughed and shook his head at Isak, “Baby gay, this is fashion. It’ll look great on you, come on. Put it on.” He instructed, thrusting the hanger at Isak, who took it dejectedly. Or, the au where Even is a photographer and Isak is his infuriatingly gorgeous model.

Could Barely Tear My Eyes Away by EvensDramaticShenanigans Summary: And Even just about melted right then and there in his seat. He was almost positive his eyes had been replaced by hearts, and his smile was so big it was starting to hurt. He blindly set his wineglass down on the edge of the table in front of him, absolutely unable to look away from Isak, and reached an arm across the table. “Fuck, not again!” (Part 2 of Set My Soul on Fire series)

RIP ME by wyoheartsmusic Summary: Not only did he send a wrong link, no, he sent it to a wrong number too! To Even of all people. Even who he can’t get out of his head ever since he met him at Sana’s briefly when he was there to study.

That’s when it all changed by skambition Summary: “How many moments in life can you point to and say: ‘That’s when it all changed’?” - Brooke Davis * A small story about the day changed it all for Isak and Even.

you’re gonna sing the words wrong by strangetowns Summary: He looks like someone stuck together a bunch of parts they thought looked good on their own and expected the result to look like a person, with no sense of what an actual person looks like. Ridiculous. He should look utterly fucking ridiculous. (The most ridiculous thing is that he doesn’t.) “Goddamn,” Eva says approvingly. “Them calves, though. ”* A marching band AU.

with you i’m in warm water by tarjeiandhenrik ★ Summary: fake dating!au & roommates!au; Even might’ve gotten himself into a situation where he has to pretend to be in love with Isak. It wouldn’t be so difficult if he hadn’t been trying to pretend like he wasn’t in love with him for years.

Don’t you see what you are finding? by kaleidxscope ★ Summary: uni!au; This is Heaven in hiding. * Three times Isak gets frustated by Even and one he makes a move.

Got You Carved Into My Soul by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: “Isak, babe. This is me. This is the costume that speaks to my soul.”

we’re like two halves of one heart by ourlovelybones Summary: “I just want to know everything about you.” Even says nonchalantly, having no idea that his mere words have warmed up Isak’s entire body. “You’re my favorite person and I find you fascinating.”

S-P-A-C-E by Pingviini Summary: “What on earth is this, Isak!” Eskild shouts through the music as he steals Isak’s phone from his hands making the young man in question jump. “I leave you for two seconds and you are already giving in. No. Shame on you. You hold your head, baby gay. We are sad and angry so he is blacklisted for the night.” Isak tries to reach for his phone intending to give a piece of his mind to Even but is unsuccessful as Eskild fights Isak like his life depends on it and ends up shoving the Iphone somewhere he knows Isak won’t dare to take it. “Serr?!” Isak gasps as Eskild slips the phone to his boxers and then shrugs his shoulders innocently to inform Isak that he had basically begged for it, so ultimately it was Isak’s own fault his phone was now in Eskild’s boxers.

I’m FALLing for you by Schedazzle Summary: coffee shop!au; Everything looked tinged in gold in this season. He never really knew when it started; was it a certain date? Just a random day? Did it happen gradually? Who knew, it always crept up on Even, one moment everything was green and the next the whole world seemed yellow and cozy and just so nice. This feeling only grew when the little bell above the door went off and his favorite customer came in. Even couldn’t hide the smile spreading on his face as he spotted the by now familiar golden curls.

beauty and the moonlight by withoutwords Summary: Isak’s hair sits in piles at his feet, small golden tendrils caught at his shoulders and in his lap and on his shoes. Even tries really, really hard not to cry.

Let’s Let Things Come Out Of The Woodwork by ultimatelawrence Summary: uni!au; Okay so maybe Even’s crush is becoming obsessive. Maybe he’s asked around a bit too much about Isak Valtersen. Maybe he shouldn’t be going to parties he has no real interest in every weekend just so he can look at Isak from afar. Maybe Isak shouldn’t be so damn cute then.

Pour Some Sugar On Me by staylucky Summary: Isak’s put on some Halloween weight and feels self-conscious about it until Even shows him just how much he loves Isak’s body, whatever size.

I Wish I Could Paint Our Love by GayaIsANerd ★ Summary: uni!au & one night stand!au; “I thought this wasn’t a romance movie,” Even says, when they come up for air. Isak rolls his eyes, “Just take me to your bed, asshole.” * In which Isak meets Even in a bar and Sana knocks some sense into him.

nattergal by dobriks Summary: “Hi, my name’s Isak and I was there in like the middle but then I ended up back here and apparently I’m not tall enough and I can’t see because everyone’s heads are blocking the view and I just want to enjoy Nattergal in peace watching Gabrielle perform and I was wondering if you could, like, lift me up on your shoulders?“ * Or, Isak and Even meet at a Gabrielle concert.

this feels like falling in love by everythingislove (narrylife) Summary: It goes like this: Even sees a boy from across the Nissen courtyard and falls in love.

i’ll paint the picture, let me set the scene by mmxii Summary: This might very well be the stupidest idea Isak has ever had. And he’s had his fair share of stupid ideas, so he knows what he’s talking about, okay.

not the kind of fool who’s gonna sit and sing to you by hippopotamus Summary: Isak doesn’t sing, and Even doesn’t get surprised by Isak anymore. Actually, neither of those statements is true.

I Ducking Love You by wyoheartsmusic ★ Summary: "MISSED CONNECTION - You were the boy sitting on this park bench, I was the guy fighting a duck for my pants and losing.” Or, Even has a disagreement with a duck and Isak and Even fall in love along the way.

I missed you by nneazzz Summary: Isak, Even, Mahdi, Magnus and Jonas cabin trip.

since we’re alone by allyasavedtheday ★ Summary: “You don’t go to Bakka, do you?” Even asks when he’s exhaled. “Um, no. Nissen.” Even looks at him, a smirk tilting his mouth as he lets Isak take the joint back from him. “In enemy territory. Brave of you.” Isak scoffs, feeling a little more of the tension drain out of his shoulders – even if Even leaning closer does have his heart ratcheting up a beat or two. “Nissen and Bakka aren’t enemies.” Even tuts. “You’re no fun, Isak. This could’ve been a great start to a modern twist on Romeo and Juliet, you know? Two star-crossed lovers meet at a party but their school rivalry is destined to tear them apart.” * If Isak and Even had met at the Bakka party mentioned in 2x01.

Pumpkin King by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: co-workers!au; Isak grins, and taps the crown. “You’re the dumbest king I’ve ever met.”

Skeleton Key by riyku Summary: This is physiology. A conked-out teenaged boy on autopilot. There’s no intent behind it. It could be the dregs of a dream, or nothing more than the pure creature need to make an ache go away.

I’m Someone You Maybe Might Love by ultimatelawrence Summary: Even could feel it with every inch of his body, whenever he so much as looked at Isak. It was just three words. Eight letters. God, his full name had more letters. So why was saying i love you for the first time so complicated? (Part 2 of the Melodrama series)

The Worst Soulmate by kaleidxscope ★ Summary: soulmate /ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ noun: 1. a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. * Well, Isak hates his.

Neon Party, Take Two by awickedwind ★ Summary: It’s really, really important to Even that he and Isak attend this lame high school party. And it isn’t until Isak realizes what kind of party it is that he understands why.

sweeter than wine, softer than a summer’s night by dewdrops Summary: co-workers!au; “It’s a pretty slow day… no ride mishaps, only a few cases of food poisoning. Not much else to talk about.” Isak shrugs, looking up at Even. Even feels like a melting rat under the gaze of what must be some ethereal being, because who looks like that after standing in the same spot under a blazing sun for hours on end? Even’s too distracted to notice that Isak’s eyes have wandered elsewhere, now fixated on something behind his head. He doesn’t move to see what it could possibly be until Isak says, “It looks like one of the giant stuffed frogs from your booth is trying to get away.” “What?” Even furrows his eyebrows, turning his head. The group of teenage boys from earlier has found their way into his booth and are now working together to tear down one of the biggest prizes that hang overhead. “Oh, God. They’re back.” * Or, Isak and Even work at an amusement park.

after dark by evenskindness Summary: It’s one of those Friday nights.They’ve had the pre-game at their place with the guys, then moved their way to the actual party of the night and spent hours of just socializing, drinking and smoking with their friends. It’s been nice; the party was at Chris’s place so there had been mainly people they already knew, which made the atmosphere comfortable. However, instead of going to a club, Isak and Even has ditched their friends and made the decision to head home instead. Isak and Even and (sappy) late night talks and sloppy kisses. “Because I feel like a lucky coincidence is the only option for someone like me to get someone like you… But on the other hand, I feel like we’re meant to be.“

just a silly phase by thekardemomme Summary: Hate to Love!au; Isak and Even don’t like each other. (Also: Isak and Even play 7 Minutes in Heaven.) Time heals all wounds.

Say My Name by orphan_account Summary: Isak counts down the minutes until he can love Even.

a constant state of closeness by chevythunder ★ Summary: “What is it about this dude, anyway?” Elias asks. “You’ve barely even talked to him, right?” “I don’t know,” Even says. “I just got this feeling, you know? Just- I want to make sure he’s okay and safe and… stuff.” * It starts with a hug.

Life Patterns by Joana789 Summary: 14:05 - Even would write novels about him if he were a writer, or compose songs about him if he were a musician. But he’s neither, so he doesn’t. He draws Isak a heart, instead, like he’s done times and times before, traces it into the skin of Isak’s bare shoulder with his fingertips. He doesn’t know when he’s supposed to stop feeling like this.

We Keep This Love in a Photograph by kapplebougher ★ Summary: As he pulled out the last of his books on the bookshelf, one of the scrapbooks came loose and fell to the floor, face up. Isak automatically glanced down at the cover. Morocco - Summer 2017 was written in white ink on the cover in Even’s handwriting. Above it was a picture of the two of them pressed cheek-to-cheek and smiling with a happiness Isak hadn’t felt in weeks. They were standing atop the roof of a building, the vibrant lights of the marketplace below them twinkling in the background like colorful stars.Isak swallowed. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to do it. But he turned back around and reached for the scrapbook on the floor. * It’s been four weeks since Isak and Even made the decision to call it off. Now, Isak’s back in their apartment of seven years and he’s supposed to be moving out, but then he stumbles upon some memories that makes doing that a little difficult.

Those magic changes my heart arranges by diamondjacket Summary: He slowly, cautiously lifts his gaze. And his eyes run smack into blue ones he thought he’d never see again. Those blue eyes widen immediately, and that soft, pillowy mouth—the same mouth that had tasted Isak’s, not long ago—drops open in shock. “Isak?”

Oh boy, here we go again by kingkylo Summary: uni!au; Isak’s heart has been through many things but never experienced true love. That all changes when he meets Even Bech Næsheim.

Something Wicked by Sabeley ★ Summary: uni!au; Attention residents: This Halloween will be one to die for. For the next four weeks, Nissen Hall will be taking part in a role-play murder mystery extravaganza. Do you think you can figure out whodunnit before time runs out? Or will you be the next to die? All interested victims can sign up below. Or the one where Isak and Even are each convinced the other is a fake murderer, but they are for real turned on by it anyways.

CHAPTERED:

Guess he wants to play (a love game) by diamondjacket ★ Summary: sports!au; He’s reverted to his previous task of lacing up his shoes when Even walks through the locker room door, practice bag slung over his shoulder and a heartbreakingly weary look on his face. By all accounts, he looks like shit. Doesn’t stop Isak from wanting to climb him like a fucking oak tree, unfortunately. * Or: A professional tennis AU.

Benefits by bri_ness Summary: friends with benefits!au, coffee shop!au & co-workers!au; Isak and Even explore the benefits of their relationship.

the truth about my disguise by mikaeloboukhal Summary: childhood friends!au; Since the day Isak was seven and stepped into Even’s room, they had always been best friends. Isak doesn’t think that’ll ever change. Or, the AU where Isak and Even are childhood best friends and that’s the only thing Isak is completely sure of in his life.

Can you feel the Love tonight? by skambition ★ ✓ Summary: festival!au; When Even let his gaze scan the masses, he caught a pair of green eyes staring at him shamelessly. Even raised an eyebrow, before looking the guy up and down. He was tall, even though not as tall as Even, had a really good looking body, slim and firm and defined in all the right places. He was wearing a grey snapback, and Even saw the blond curls spill out from underneath it. Fuck. The guy continued to stare at him, now with a smirk on his face, and Even couldn’t really look away anymore.

The Bucket List by Skamaxis Summary: Isak had a bucket list. A sex bucket list where he wrote all the places he wanted Even to fuck him. It was a silly list that he wrote while bored at work one day, and he thought nothing of it. Until Even found it.

family by cammm Summary: Even and Isak are married. But something feels like it’s missing from their lives. Something only a baby can fix. Or, in other words… Evak adopts a baby!

We Don’t Need to Whisper by ughasifxclueless ✓ Summary: Isak Valtersen is a new teacher at Bekkulaget with an embarrassing crush on the Head of Upper Juniors, Even Bech Naesheim. His mentor, Christoffer, is constantly winding him up and Isak’s beginning to doubt if teaching is for him.

a careful hypothesis of the heart by StMisery ★ Summary: Hate to Love!au & co-workers!au; "The boss’ fucking son got the job. Out of a pool of dedicated applicants. You can’t just deny nepotism like that,” he said. “I’m Isak, by the way. I didn’t catch your name?” Leaning against the metal banister in the elevator, the other man was the picture of calm. “I’m the boss’ fucking son,” he said. * Isak and Even don’t start out on the best of terms. Isak had been waiting nearly a year for the position of researcher to open up again. If he got it, he’d be working his dream job within one of the best biotechnology companies in the world. He applied for the position, heart in his throat, only to be passed over for the new recruit. When he discovered the new hire was also the son of the CEO, well, that was an unforgivable offense.

Lovesick by Sabeley ★ ✓ Summary: Even is absolutely not making up excuses to take his daughter to see the hot new pediatrician. (Except he totally is.) * Or 5 times Even’s daughter wasn’t actually sick and 1 time she was.

Relapse by queerwriterbee Summary: film industry!au; Isak Valtersen is an up and coming actor from Norway who has just broken into the Hollywood film industry. He’s confident in his skills and his ability to handle the image he has to portray in the spotlight– fame has it’s prices, and as far as Isak’s concerned, it’s worth it to do what he loves. That is until he gets a part in an edgy new film– written and directed by the notorious Noora Saetre–with first time actor Even Bech Naesheim as his romantic opposite. Isak thought he could handle forcing himself to live life as the charming, straight actor the world wants him to be– but, how can he ignore a connection as strong and as natural as this? * A film industry AU in which Even and Isak find each other on the set of a movie and fall deeply, tumultuously in love.

Vivid in Black and White by Fxckxxp ★ Summary: fake dating!au; In a Hei Briskeby video prank taken too far, Isak meets Even for the first time down on one knee—asking for his hand in marriage.

all i wanna do is be near by hippopotamus Summary: friends with benefits!au; They’d been friends, back at Nissen. Just friends, both wanting more but neither admitting it until it was too late.Two years on, Even keeps coming back to Oslo, back to Isak, though he can’t ever stay more than a few days. A relationship isn’t worth the distance between them most of the time, but at least they can pretend while he’s here. Or, 5 times Even only stays the night, and one time, who knows?

Nobody Loves Me Like You by cuteandtwisted ★ Summary: childhood friends!au & uni!au; “I’m Isak’s best friend,” said Even, almost glaring at Jakob. “Well, like best bud. Like we’ve known each other our whole lives,” Isak added nervously. But then Even downed his sixth or seventh drink and leaned across the table. “We might have known each other our whole lives, but I’d fuck you if you asked.” Or Isak and Even are childhood friends who enjoy ruining each other’s chances with exactly everyone else, rewatching the same movies, taking care of each other, and pretending they’re not in love.

we’ve made it this far, kid by everythingislove (narrylife) ★ Summary: The kollektiv had been Jonas’s idea. It was originally part of their plan to conquer the world as they went off to university together—the ultimate bachelor pad with a spare bedroom for hook-ups and a surplus supply of condoms available at any time. It took the death of Isak’s sister to change all of that. Their spare room was converted into a football paradise, every door and cupboard childproofed and any alcohol securely locked away, and in moved five-year-old Felix Valtersen. With four equally irresponsible and clueless uncles looking after him, he’s bound to turn out okay… right? * Or: the one where Isak is just trying to raise his nephew as best he can with the help of his best friends. He doesn’t expect to fall for Felix’s gorgeous football coach along the way.

Always been yours by candysky ★ Summary: Isak and Even are best friends and nothing more. They are also oblivious fools who haven’t realized that they’re in love. Or 3 times their friends notice just how in love Isak and Even are and the one time they take it upon themselves to get them together.

take me as i am by argentae ✓ Summary: coffee shop!au & uni!au; He isn’t crushing, and nevertheless this guy has become a Problem, because whenever he’s on shift he’s made it increasingly difficult for Isak to really spend his time productively. Sure, he could just find another place to study but he likes the access to coffee here even though he actually kind of hates the bitterness of it and he’s just not going to let himself get swept aside because of this guy. In summary: Isak has been suffering. Terribly.

No Chance That I’m Leaving Here Without You On Me by plumclouds ✓ Summary: Isak might just be a cocky little shit. Even might just love it a little (read: a lot).

The trip to you by charlyflowers Summary: Hate to Love!au; Isak hates Even. He hates him with all his heart. What a pity the art class are coming also to the trip to Germany.

toilet bowl syphilis by thekardemomme ✓ Summary: Isak is drunk and crying in a bathroom stall in the middle of London when another Norwegian happens to walk in.

79 Percent by wyoheartsmusic ✓ Summary: fake dating!au; Isak helps Even out in a desperate situation.

Paint My Conscience Gold by EvenbechNeiheim ★ Summary: There’s always Isak, the boy in white and silver. And it’s easy, you see, it’s easy because he already has a road for him laid out. He has gotten his life, even when he hasn’t figured out how to live it. He’s never really broken a rule, never stepped out a foot away from his picket fence box despite the desire he has for it to splinter around him. And then there’s Even, the boy in black and gold. Who wrecks the picket fence box like a tornado, and promises to take Isak’s heart with it.

I Think I Wanna Marry You by mondayblues Summary: fake dating!au; Even’s sister is getting married and Even doesn’t have a date, despite him assuring his mum that he does. He turns to Twitter in hopes of finding someone willing to go with him. What happens when a young man, by the name of Isak, agrees to go with him? Could it be love? Or just another person for Even to pin all of his hope onto? (Or the parallel universe in which Isak replies to a tweet that lands him a ‘date’ with Even.)

Alphabet Aerobics by nofeartina ★ Summary: It starts with something Magnus says. Because of course it does.“I bet you two have the most adventurous sex,” he says and looks at Isak with stars in his eyes. Do they really? Isak’s suddenly not so sure. Or the one where Isak makes them explore sex using the letters of the alphabet.

all I see is you by littlemovie (Lejla) ✓ Summary: coffee shop!au; “Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m a bad person?” Isak somehow whined and demanded at the same time.Jonas blew out a breath in amusement, which made the dark curls on his forehead move with his breath. “I’m guessing it has something to do with that guy, Even, from the coffeeshop?” Isak nodded his head pathetically. Or, in which Isak pines and Jonas has had enough.

Loving With A Little Twist by EvensDramaticShenanigans ★ ✓ Summary: If someone had asked Isak three years ago how he would be spending his Friday night, he absolutely would have answered: out with the boys, getting smashed, and pretending to be into the girls that threw themselves at him (although he wouldn’t have seen it as pretending back then). Never in a million years would he have answered: lying in bed with his boxers tugged down to around his ankles, his hand and stomach smeared with come- all from watching a cam show- a boy’s cam show, no less. Or the one where Even’s a camboy and Isak just wants to study.

Next to you, is where I call home by LostInAdmiration ★ Summary: childhood friends!au; “Why don’t you start track too? You’d be a good sprinter, I’m sure you’d do great,” suggested Isak.Isak wasn’t entirely sure why he asked - he mostly liked being alone and he barely knew Even - but there was just something about Even that had drawn Isak to him. (When Isak had admitted that a few years later, Even had insisted it was fate, that they were destined to be best friends. Isak just argued that he was a good judge of character.)

tender (is the night) by kittpurrson Summary: soulmates!au; His whole body aches, like he’s regrown his limbs overnight, stretched out muscles he never knew he had.Isak knows, in that moment, that his life has just been turned upside down. “You bonded,” Even’s girlfriend confirms, and the pity in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. “Try not to move.” * The one where Isak and Even accidentally soulbond.

I don’t even know your name by skamdeg (hamilfish) Summary: uni!au; The pretty boy from across the street is there, making a coffee. He’s got the fancy machine that you can steam milk with and he looks like he knows how to use it. It’s a little hot, if he’s completely honest. The boy looks up and grins at Isak, smile brighter than he’s ever seen before. Isak doesn’t know if it’s because he’s drunk but he feels fuzzy inside.

The Right Destination by AifaSkam Summary: “And let me guess, you’re not great at first meetings?” “I’m sorry. My mind was somewhere else.” “Well, sorry for bringing it back here.“ The guy says and extends his hand. “I’m Even.”

Face First by LinksLipsSinkShips Summary: Isak’s blackout drunk and has an unorthodox way of meeting Even.

–A

#even x isak #isak x even #evak #evak fanfiction #evak fanfic #skam #skam fanfiction #skam fanfic #evak fanfiction recs #masterposts

217 notes · View notes