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cllightning81 · 10 months ago

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The Drivers - Part 1

Series Title : Younger Sister (TBC)

Summary: Being Lando Norris' sister made it surprising that it was one of your only visits to the paddock. Ollie made sure to introduce you to all the drivers and show you about.

Pairing/s: Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader, Lando Norris x Sister!reader , Grid x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

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It wasn’t exactly hard being Lando’s sister, especially when you hardly went to races. Silverstone just never matched up with when you could take holidays from your part time job and the break from school but now you were close to finishing high school and had left your part time job to travel with Lando -with him paying for literally everything because what else should brother’s do?-

The last couple of days of school and you finally decided it was time for you to change your phone wallpaper back to your favourite picture of yourself and Lando. When Lando got moved into F1, you changed your phone wallpaper back to a less obvious picture of yourself and Lando, so you didn’t get people wanting to be your friend just because of Lando.

Now you were at the first race you had been to in a long while -Silverstone- sat in the Mclaren garage just wanting to annoy Lando as a little sister should do but he was interviewing and you didn’t want to be in front of the camera. That’s when you saw Max walk past the garage alone. Max was basically a brother he’d been about since as long as you could remember.

“Max” you called before jumping on his back

“Missing LN, are we?” He asked, and you nodded

“Lan left me in the garage alone” you pouted, and he chuckled

“What are you going to do when you’re the only one with him?” He asked, starting to walk again.

“Where are you going?” You asked him, resting your head on his shoulder

“Going to find your brother to return his property” He joked, and you slapped his arm. Max laughed as he walked to the media pen, stopping next to Lando and dropping you onto the floor

“Your property, I believe” Max tapped your head before walking away

“Lan I’m bored” You whine, and his PR manager laughed

“You didn’t bring anything to keep her entertained?” His PR manager asked

“I thought she’d find some random F2 driver’s girlfriend to talk to, but obviously not” I pouted, shoving him away

“I don’t know if they’re just random people or girlfriends and family” You shrugged, and he nodded

“Fair point, I guess. Come on I’ll introduce you to Ollie he’s over there” You nodded, following behind him as he walked away, gripping onto his wrist

“Y/N no one’s gonna kidnap you” He laughed, and you gripped his wrist tighter

“But it’s so busy, and I don’t know where I’m going” You whine as he comes to a sudden stop, causing you to bump into his back.

“Ollie” the older sibling smiled at the younger boy, who was just happily sipping on his drink

“Oh hey Lando. Y/N” He smiled, looking up

“Hey” You smiled back at him

“You already know Ollie?” Lando questioned, and you nodded

“I’ve not been avoiding Formula racing all together or living under a rock” You shrugged

“And he knows you?” Lando looked between the two of you.

“Ollie follows me on instagram. I became quite the popular girl at school” You giggle thinking back to prom when you were being questioned on how you were now followed by not only Lando but Oliver Bearman. What Lando didn’t need to know is that you two were secretly texting and had plans to go for ice cream after his sprint race while Lando was doing whatever practice.

“Okay well bye. I’ll see you in an hour” Lando walked away, and that’s when it became awkward

“You’ve definitely not been to a race in a while” Ollie chuckled, taking your smaller hand in his larger hand and moving you out of the media pen.

“They’re scary. There’s always so many people here, and I never know who I’m allowed to be talking to” you pouted

“Come on I’ll introduce you to the drivers, some of them anyway” Ollie led you back into the paddock and in between all the different motorhomes starting with Ferrari as he was meant to be in there anyway.

“We’ll start with Ferrari because at least if you get lost, you can’t miss the bright red” He grinned, leading you inside and over to a couple of people talking. Charles and Carlos. You obviously knew who the drivers were. They just didn’t know who you were.

“Done with your interviews?” Charles asked, and Ollie nodded

“Yeah, I finished those. Now I’m showing Y/N about the place” He smiled as both the Ferrari drivers looked at you.

“Girlfriend?” Carlos asked, and Ollie shook his head as you laughed

“Lando’s sister. I don’t know how I ended up with her” Ollie replied, and you looked up at him slightly offended

“Lando’s sister?” Charles repeated, and you nodded

“Lando has another sister?” Carlos asked.

“We didn’t meet while you were teammates. I was still quite busy with school. It’s been my first race for a while. I don’t know many people here” you replied as he nodded slowly

“You look like Lando, to be honest” Charles tilted his head

“It’s the curls” You shrugged as Ollie took your hand again

“Next garage” He cheered, pulling you out. You gave a polite wave to the Ferrari drivers as Ollie pulled you to the Red Bull garage. You knew Max. When you stayed with Lando during holidays or lockdown, he would stream with Max.

“Hey Y/N” Max smiled, wrapping you in a hug

“Finally! A familiar face” You hummed hugging him back

“What happened to me introducing you to everyone?” Ollie asked, and you smiled, turning to look at him as you pulled back from the hug

“Max and Lando are like best friends. Lando has a thing about people called Max” You joked as Max Fewtrell walked up behind you

“What about us Max’s?” He asked, causing you to jump and let out a scream

“Bog off Max” you replied

“Ohh not the Tracy Beaker line” He joked, and you rolled your eyes. Both Lando and Max still had a thing about you swearing, not like you were legally an adult, so you resorted to saying ‘Bog off’

“Are you lost? Do I need to carry you back to Lando”? He asked, and you shook your head

“Ollie is showing me about and introducing me to different people” You smiled, and he nodded, ruffling your hair

“Well P is lost, so I’m gonna go find her. Be safe” Max walked off as Checo joined

“Ah Checo this is Lando’s youngest sister Y/N” The Dutch man introduced you, and you smiled at Checo

“Nice to meet you” you hummed, looking at Ollie for help. Checo and Lando weren’t exactly the best of friends.

Ollie continued to introduce you to different drivers until it was time for him to return you to Lando - that was Lando’s words - so now you were following Ollie back to the Mclaren garage. He stopped outside, and you smiled at him

“Thank you for showing me about” You thanked him, and he nodded

“Are we still up for ice cream tomorrow?” He asked, and you nodded

“We are. But you’re coming to me. I still don’t know where I’m going” you replied

“Then I’ll meet you outside here?” You smiled with a nod as Lando walked out the garage

“Home time” He cheered, and you laughed, waving bye to Ollie as Lando walked you out of the paddock as he talked to Oscar.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 month ago

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Someone For Christmas - Tommy Shelby x Reader

“You’ve been a better man since she’s entered your life, Thomas,” Polly commented, a knowing look present on her face, “don’t go back to the man you were before her.”

She was the first to visit the brooding Tommy Shelby that evening, and she brought back to light all of the poor choices he’d made in the past.

“She’s done way more for you than anyone else has,” Ada said as she sat down across from her brother, “I see how she helps you every day. Only a fool would let her go, Tom.”

Tommy stared straight ahead at the Christmas tree as his sister rehashed all of the correct decisions he’d made recently…and she made sure to point out how the woman being mentioned was part of every one.

“I really like her, dad,” five year old Charles Shelby’s voice was soft as he held onto the doorknob of his father’s study. “Will she come back for Christmas?”

This time, Tommy looked at the person — the third of the day — addressing him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. “I…I, I don’t know, son,” was all he managed to get out.

“Why’d you call me here, Tommy?”

This time Tommy Shelby was the one who requested a visitor.

“I wanted to speak to you,” he answered, not realizing how business forward the sentence sounded until it left his lips. The fact that her one eyebrow quirked upward immediately after he finished speaking told him that he’d be fighting an up-hill battle.

“About?” she asked, her guard still very much up. She couldn’t believe he called her back again….she couldn’t believe she gave in and listened, again.

“I need you to come back, (Y/N),” he decided it’d be best not to dance around the subject.

“If you want to win me back, that’s not how you do it,” she blatantly responded. Tommy sighed, running a hand over his face. “Did someone put you up to this?” she then asked another question, “because it seemed like where we stood was pretty final the last time we spoke.”

“Charlie came to me,” he chose the one out of his previous three visitors who he felt would cut through her reinforcements the deepest. “He said he missed you, asked if you’d be here for Christmas. He really likes you.”

“I really like him too,” a soft smile formed on (Y/N)’s face as she thought of the boy. Tommy thought he was finally gaining some headway. “Shame his father’s a terrible man,” she couldn’t resist getting a dig in.

“(Y/N)…” Tommy locked eyes with her, a deadpanned expression present on his features.

“You brought this upon yourself,” she didn’t crumble under his gaze, instead returning it to him.

“I don’t want to argue with you,” he paused to sigh, pressing the pads of his thumb and index finger against his eyelids, “this meeting was meant to be an extension of an olive branch.”

“Tommy Shelby offering peace?” the surprise was clear in (Y/N)’s voice as her eyes widened greatly. “Well I’ll be damned…it’s a Christmas miracle!” her sarcastic comment had him sending another glare her way. She couldn’t help but smile at it…she was having fun getting under his skin.

A moment’s pause fell over the conversation as Tommy took some time to regain himself. There was no use blowing this up to more than it had to be. He knew (Y/N) was trying to push his buttons, and he had to hand it to her…she was succeeding. There was no hiding the fact that they had some things that they needed to hash out, and he had no doubt that they’d get to that soon enough. Christmas Eve wasn’t the time for that though. Right now all that he could think of was his son, and how he so desperately wanted someone other than his preoccupied father sitting beside him in front of the Christmas tree come tomorrow morning.

“Will you accept it?” he finally asked, affirming that he wanted no parts of getting into the details of the animosity that stood between them.

Now it was (Y/N)’s turn to think. She truly did love Charlie, even if his father had been getting on her nerves as of recently. What she didn’t want was this to seem like her seceding to him so quickly. If he wanted her back this time, he was going to have to work for it.

“(Y/N)?” Tommy called out, bringing her out of her thoughts and back to the conversation they were having.

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she looked at him again. His eyes were already intently on her, and she knew that he wouldn’t wait much longer for her response. Thankfully she’d decided - right now they didn’t need to discuss what their future would look like…right now they needed to focus on going one day at a time.

So with that in mind, she answered him: “everyone should have someone for Christmas…” she paused, letting those words sink in for a moment before she added the second half of her statement: “and right now, that’s all you’ll have me for.”

A/N: congrats on 17k, Chi! I’m sorry that wasn’t able to write something more than these few lines. This was my take on the movie/book A Christmas Carol - I hope it came across as such.

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backtothefanfiction · 1 year ago

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The Pool 🔞

Summary: Ollie is still making you feel uncomfortable, but Felix knows how to fix things.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Ollie being creepy, Felix being foxy and a little bit of naughtiness in the pool.

A/N: Just a quick one before I go to bed. The first NSFW/18+ Summers at Saltburn piece. I’ve been busy lately so haven’t had time to write much for this series but count this as me giving you guys a well deserved meal and dessert for waiting. Enjoy.

“Fix have you seen my-“ you stopped short. You thought it had been Felix you saw moving about in his room through the gap in the door, but you were surprised to find Ollie. “Oh, I thought you were Felix.” You hesitated, your brow furrowing as you looked at the young lad stood awkwardly in the middle of your boyfriend’s bedroom. “What-“

“Felix is already down by the pool.” Ollie said cutting you off before you could ask what he was doing there. “I just wanted to grab a book to take down with me.” Oliver began to explain. “He uh, said that I could read that new Harry Potter book everyone’s been passing around once he was done with it. I thought he’d finished it, so I was just looking for it so I could take it down to the pool with me and… you know, read it this afternoon.” He shrugged as he rambled out his explanation to you.

“Oookaaayyy.” You said hesitantly, dragging out the word as your body seemed to tilt itself away from him, as if his awkward creepiness had its own physical form that pushed you away from him.

You knew exactly what book it was he was talking about. Had sat up last night waiting for Felix to finish it so you could have some fun before going to sleep. “Here.” You said walking across the room and picking it off the top of the desk in Felix’s room, where it had been in open view the whole time.

“Ahh thanks.” Ollie said, taking it from you with a tight lipped smile and a head bob of thanks.

“No problem.” You said, but you didn’t return the smile as he awkwardly passed you and left.

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“Hey. Is everything alright?” Felix asked when you made it down to the pool, walking around the edge of it where Farleigh and Venetia were splashing around in the water chatting.

“Yeah.” You sighed as you sat yourself in Felix’s lap on one of the chairs around the pool.

“You don’t sound convinced?” He said as his hand brushed gently against your bare thigh. It was both a statement and a question, pressing you to unload the thoughts clearly on your mind.

“Yeah, it’s just-“ you started, but your voice trailed off as Oliver came to join the group, sitting himself in a chair next to Felix and yourself. He silently held up the Harry Potter book in his hand, a silent nod of acknowledgment to the two of you, before he opened up the book in his lap and began reading.

Felix didn’t need you to openly say what you were thinking out loud. He’d seen the way your eyes had followed Ollie around the pool. Felt how your body had bristled before leaning closer into his warmth for protection. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.” He said. “I bet I could take your mind off him in no time.” He whispered into your ear as his hand began to glide its way further up your thigh and in towards your heat, his touch making your skin shiver, your core aching for him. You couldn’t help but pull your lips tight with a smirk.

He gave your thigh a light tap and you stood up so that Felix could stand too, pulling off his T-shirt over his head. He then stood at the edge of the pool and silently watched you as you stripped off your denim shorts and took off the open button up shirt you had slipped on as a cover up to come outside. Once stripped to your bikini you flashed him a look. He was looking you up and down intently. No matter how many times he’d seen you naked, there was always something about see in your body in a bikini that turned him on like a naughty school boy. He gave you a wry smirk and you just had enough time to look down at the problem growing in his shorts before he stepped off the edge of the pool and dropped into the water to hide his arousal from other prying eyes around the pool.

You slowly stepped up to the edge yourself. You could feel Ollie’s eyes looking over the top of the book at your body, but you willed yourself to ignore him. You instead looked down to Felix at your feet. “Come on, get in.” He encouraged you, tapping at the stones either side of your feet. When you continued to hesitate, he began to grab at your ankles, trying to pull you in.

“Ahhh, Fix.” You squealed as your feet began to hop about on the stones to avoid his hands.

In the end, you bit the bullet, doing a quick little run to the side away from Felix as he pushed himself up further onto the top of the pool edge to reach out for your legs. The water was shockingly cold against your skin as your head dipped below the water line but quickly acclimatised to the difference.

When you surfaced, you made your way back towards Felix, wrapping your arms and legs around his body like a koala. You could still feel his erection, pressed hard and flat now to his stomach where he had adjusted his shorts under the water. He looked over to where Farleigh and Venetia were talking at the other end of the pool, then back to you with a devilish smirk, his eyebrows raising suggestively.

You nibbled at your lip as you looked towards your pool companions who seemed to be giving the two of you some distance and paying you no mind; their conversation clearly to enthralling to break from just yet. You looked back to Felix with a twinkle in your eye. It wasn’t the first time you and Felix had partaken in this particular activity whilst you were in the pool together, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last; but you could still feel Ollie’s energy, his envious gaze fixated on you and Felix. You couldn’t help but find your head turning towards him.

“Just forget him.” Felix said, nuzzling himself into your neck, his lips grazing your ear as his hands on your hips began to push your core against his hard cock. “Please.” He cooed, his fingers already beginning to toy with one of the ties to your bikini bottoms.

You willed yourself to look away from Ollie and focus on your boyfriend again. You smashed your lips against his in a bruising kiss and you felt him smile against your mouth. He turned you both so your back was against the wall of the pool so you remained in place as his fingers pulled at the tie on your right hip, your bottoms floating to the side, only being held in place by one leg. He then shucked down the front of his shorts to fully expose his cock. He gave your folds a quick swipe, your slick mixing with the pool water before he dipped his fingers in and out of your aching cunt. It was only a couple of swipes- just enough to make sure you were ready for him. But you had been ready for him for most of the summer.

You took a quick glance over Felix’s shoulder to make sure Farleigh and Venetia were still occupied, whilst Felix looked over your own shoulder up at Ollie still sat, seemingly reading. “Look at me.” Felix urged you when he felt confident Ollie wasn’t paying any attention to the two of you.

You braced your arms tighter around his neck as he shifted you to sit on top of his cock. Your breathing hitched slightly and you fought back the moan that wanted to radiate from you at the feel of his length filling you up. “That’s my girl.” Felix cooed before he nipped at your lips with his own.

You never fucked in the pool. You once fucked in the pool house. But never in the pool. But you often did this- kept his cock warm whilst Felix walked you round the pool. To anyone else it would look like you were just having a cuddle and a chat as you slowly made your way around the pool- but you both knew what was really going on under the water. It was secretive and teasing and gave you both a thrill. Every now and again one of you would shift slightly and you’d have to hide the moan of pleasure that wanted to burst free. But you both lived for the edge- tormenting one another. Seeing who could hold out the longest.

And although you felt Ollie’s eyes on the two of you every now and again. Knew he was watching the two of you closely. Suspected he knew what was happening below the water and wishing it was him involved. You had to admit, Felix was right- this was probably the best way he could try and make you forget about the friend he had brought home and how he creeped you out.

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lot-of-nothing · 10 months ago

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Entwined (Ch. 5)

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

A first date???

Warnings: Sexual innuendos and working through internalized homophobia

Author’s Note: No beta but this chapter took me wayyyy too long. This week was crazy with getting a new apartment states away and defending my thesis 😵‍💫

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

Jacob nervously slipped into the kitchen as Melissa waited expectantly for a ziti you requested to finish baking. He attempted to keep space between himself and the Italian - for his own safety of course. The space between the two roommates had grown after he confronted Melissa a few nights ago about seeing her kiss you. Tonight he was looking to mend the bond between them.

He leaned on the kitchen island, hands clasped and eyes studying the countertop, “I wanted to, uh... apologize for what happened a few nights ago. I shouldn’t have been so abrasive.”

The redhead only offered him a momentary glance which was harsh and skeptical. It was clear she wasn’t interested in having any conversation about the events Jacob witnessed. While Melissa continued giving Jacob the cold shoulder, he wanted to make it clear he was there to support her, “If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you.” “There isn’t anything to talk about.” Melissa quickly responded in a monotone with her back to Jacob so she could go about her business of pulling the ziti from the oven. She placed the baking dish on the top of the stove, and took a deep breath as she pulled the oven mitts from her hands and tossed them onto the counter. Spinning to face her roommate, she cocked her head and forced herself to make peace with the young man, “Thank you, Jacob.”

“I found a new puzzle for tonight... if you would like.” The young man gestured towards the dining room where he left the puzzle, earning a smile from the redhead.

With a flick of her hand, Melissa turned off the oven and folded her arms over her chest, “I would like.”

When Melissa picked up your phone call and wedged her phone between her ear and shoulder, she had no idea you were sitting outside her house. Before she could get a word in edgewise, you spoke - trying your best to sound smooth and collected so she couldn’t tell you were fearful of her rejection, “Let’s go, Schemmenti.”

“What?” She leaned back in her chair, rolling her eyes to hide her enthusiasm from Jacob who sat across the table with his head cocked, staring at her in curiosity. They were about half way through their 3D puzzle of the statue of liberty when you interrupted.

After opening your car door, you step out and lean against the car door frame, smirking as you catch a glimpse of her red hair through the front window. You doubled down on your mission of taking Melissa out, giving her an order rather than asking, “Come on out here. I’m taking you on a date.”

“What makes you think I’d go on a date with the likes of you?” Melissa tittered as she tried to hide how she enjoyed flirting with you from her companion.

You reply sarcastically, feeling a sense of excitement wash over you when you make her laugh, “My good looks and sense of humor. Or perhaps my love of long walks on the beach.”

Melissa finally lifted herself from her seat so she could make her way to the front window where she pulled aside the sheer blinds to catch a glimpse of you. Your cheeky smile melted Melissa’s icy exterior as did the way you leaned your cheek on your forearm as you gazed at her. She had one hand on her hip as she stared you down, “Where are ya’ takin’ me?”

“I’m still trying to decide between the Olive Garden or some chain sports bar where we can watch the Cowboys play.” You joke, grinning wildly as you watch her lip curl.

She turned her back to you, looking around the room for her purse and shoes, “Are you tryin’ to get me to say no?”

“Just testing to see how much you like me.” You quip as you watch her curiously. More than anything you hope your joking wouldn’t turn her off from the date you had planned.

“What’s the dress code?” The redhead asked, glancing down at her comfortable outfit of old jeans and an Eagles shirt. She had been ready to slip on her shoes so she could meet you, but she began to second guess herself.

“Something easy to take off.” Your quick wit made the redhead stifle a laugh as she clumsily began gathering all of her belongings. Her pacing made her seem a little too eager to Jacob, causing him to arch his brow in amusement. You could see her grabbing her leather jacket and purse which caused you to remember the ziti you asked her to make just for this occasion, “Oh, and did you make that ziti?”

“Well, yeah.” She scoffed, almost offended you would question her willingness to cook for you.

“Bring that too.”

— Melissa folded her arms over her chest and watched out the window as she skeptically wondered where you could be taking her so late in the evening. When you turned into the stadium parking lot of the Lincoln Financial Field, she glanced over at you with a look of pure disbelief. She didn’t believe you could get her into the Eagles home stadium for a single moment, “And how do you think you are gettin’ in here?”

“I know a guy.” You shrug as your eyes sweep the parking lot for the entry point your cousin told you to find.

Melissa was all heart eyes in the passenger seat, watching you with complete amazement. Her chest swelled with pride when you ended up handing over her ziti to your cousin whilst telling them she is the best cook in her family. And the cherry on top was how you gave a subtle threat to your cousin to make sure they would return Melissa’s baking dish to you. In a period of five minutes, you tapped into three of her love languages: having connections, bribery through food, and not-so-subtle threats.

—

Melissa was like a kid in a candy store as you gave her free reign of exploring the sports complex. As a night security guard, your cousin had agreed to give you access to everything as long as you set him up on a date with some girl you knew from high school and Melissa’s cooking was just the icing on the cake.

The redhead was in her happy place when she settled on the Eagles sideline bench and grinned up at you, “You didn’t have to go to such great lengths to get me to sleep with ya’.”

“Who said I was trying to sleep with you?” You cock your head as you stare down at Melissa, your heart jumping into your throat as you consider sharing your true intentions for her. While every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stay quiet, you remembered you were conducting your relationship with Melissa on your own terms rather than giving her all of the power.

You popped yourself down on the bench next to Melissa, stretching your legs out in front of you as you stated your intentions with confidence, “I’m gonna get you to fall head over heels for me.”

“Oh, is that so?” Mel perked up in faux excitement as she loved to challenge anyone when they were filled with a noticeably high level of confidence. Her heart stalled in her chest at the notion of you trying to get her to fall for you - in a way it felt like too much too soon and a long time coming all at once.

You nod, staring out across the field with your chin held high, “Indeed it is.”

Melissa allowed a few moments to pass between you before she spoke again. While the prospect of a new relationship was frightening for her, she was determined to give a romance with you a fighting chance. She leaned into you when she spoke, giving your arm a loving pinch, “This is a good start, but if your guy can get us into the locker rooms, things will go a lot quicker.”

—

You shifted the car into park outside Melissa’s house and a silence fell between you. The date had gone well, but now there seemed to be a new energy between you that had yet to be felt by either of you before. It was almost as if there was a palpable mutual yearning that expanded far beyond sexual desire.

This feeling terrified Melissa.

“Everything is going to change.” When she spoke, you felt the need to do a double take to see if Melissa had been replaced with a 16 year old version of herself. Her tone was the same as when she told her father she wanted to be a teacher rather than the next Effa Manley - fearful of disappointing loved ones.

You shifted in your seat to more readily face the redhead. Cocking your head, you tried to give her an encouraging response, “Why does everything have to change?”

“Didn’t everything change for you?” She asked as she chewed her lip, one hand lifting to her miraculous medal to rub the image of the Virgin Mary with the pad of her thumb.

While it wasn’t easy coming out when you were teenagers, you remembered the support you received from your family and Melissa. At the time it was all you felt you needed, but of course, after telling Melissa about your attraction to the fairer sex, you did gain a sexual partner - the thought of which made you grin, “Mostly life was better. It helped having good friends.”

Melissa hummed to acknowledge your response before falling deep into thought. She wouldn’t even know where to start. Jacob would be easy, but Barbra? She felt sick at the thought of even discussing the matter with her.

You broke up her swirls of anxiety with your own question, “Why did you say yes to this date?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Melissa retorted as she was briefly filled with relief of a lightened mood before realizing you were completely serious. Her face fell once more as you left her in a heavy silence to respond to your question. Her reasoning stemmed from your spat that occurred months ago, “When you told me you remembered that night before the wedding… I forgot how you asked me to give you a chance and I never did.”

“I said a lot more than that.”

“So did I.”

When you opened your door to a red eyed Melissa, you were literally taken aback by the redhead pushing her way into your arms. It was the night before she was set to marry Joe - some loser firefighter she had met while tailgating at a Eagles game. You hated him since Mel told you he wanted to take her to a strip club on the first date.

While you would never tell her ‘I told you so’, you knew he wasn’t the right person for her. You kept your mouth shut, hugging her to your chest and guiding her further into your little apartment so you could close the door.

She told you through teary eyes and angry hiccups that the rehearsal dinner had gone terribly and that Joe was a complete pig. You didn’t offer an opinion, opting to let the redhead rage as you settled on the couch together. She would wave her hands over her head and curse in Italian while you nodded along, only deciding to pull her to your chest once more when hot, angry tears began rolling down her cheeks.

Rubbing Melissa’s back was an easy way to settle her anger, but her tears continued to fall regardless of how many times she wiped them away with her sleeves. You held her face to your chest and spoke softly, hoping she wouldn’t turn her anger onto you, “Maybe you shouldn’t be marrying him if all of this is happening and you aren’t even married yet.”

“My parents have already paid for the wedding. I can’t back out now.” Melissa nuzzled her cheek against your chest. She was in absolute despair yet she wasn’t willing to actively do anything to solve her issue.

“But if you do, then… maybe we could be together.” It was unavoidable for you to sound like you were begging. You wanted this so badly. You wanted her so badly. In the brief moment where she didn’t respond, you couldn’t stop yourself from trying a little harder, “Come on. Give us a chance, pretty girl.”

Melissa only peered up at you, and her furrowed brows and sad eyes broke your heart. “I want to… I just-”

You held a hand to her cheek, brushing her hair from her face. You were desperate for Melissa to come to her senses. Couldn’t she see that you were meant to be together? Your voice was barely above a whisper as you moved to press your lips to her forehead, “I love you, Melissa. Please.”

The redhead eyes lit up at your words - like you had ignited something within her. Without a moment’s hesitation, Melissa shifted to sneak closer so she could press her lips to yours. She kissed you over and over - each kiss was filled with so much desperation it left both of you breathless.

She pulled away only for a moment, her forehead resting against yours, “I love you.”

From there you fed off one another’s passion and energy like frenzied sharks. You ended up making love on your living room floor, clinging to one another as if you would be separated forever if any distance formed between you. Only if you would have known that distance was fated to form regardless.

Melissa’s face was unreadable. You couldn’t tell if she was reliving that night with regret or fondness - perhaps it was a combination of both. You watched thoughts run through her mind and her green hues were pleading when she spoke, “Have your feelings changed?”

“Never.”

Melissa both feared and adored your response.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes longer, spiraling at the omissions of love and not wanting your time together to end so soon. It was finally Melissa who made the move to leave, followed by your immediate reaction to open your door as well. You felt the thrum of excitement as you circled the car and walked the redhead to her door.

She stopped when she had a hand on the door handle and glanced back at you, noticing you were at the bottom step with no intention to go any further. Her brows furrowed in confusion, “Aren’t you coming inside?”

“No. I’m just walking you to your door.” You shrug, craning your neck back to watch her with a cocky smile.

“Chivalrous.” Melissa’s dry humor emerged as she abandoned the door handle to stand a step above you - her hands sliding up to your shoulders while she stared down at you. After years of being entwined with one another, you wouldn’t have thought her next words would make you so nervous, “Do I get a kiss at least?”

Wrapping your arm around her waist, you pull her into you, relishing in the feeling of her body weight pressing against you. The feeling of her green eyes staring intently down at you was overwhelming, especially as her focus on you was unwavering. Glancing back and forth, you whispered with a shyness that made you want to swallow your words, “Aren’t you worried about the neighbors getting the wrong idea?”

“Hadn’t crossed my mind.” She whispered in return - a white lie meant to soothe any concerns you may have about her intentions. Melissa had no interest in her neighbors knowing more than they needed to about her personal life, but she chose to wrap her arms around your neck and press her lips to yours regardless.

You could have sworn you felt Melissa Schemmenti moan as she leaned into you more to deepen your kiss. This wasn’t any moan, however. This high pitch, quiet moan was a ‘please dear god keep kissing me’ moan. It made your heart race and your stomach twist into knots - so much so that you pulled away.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” You lingered close as you whispered your farewell, ghosting her lips with your own before you gingerly took a step back.

Melissa swayed where she stood, her flushed cheeks hidden by the dim lighting of the streetlights. She folded her arms over her chest, shrugging as she hopelessly attempted to find a way to bid you goodbye that wouldn’t rob her of her ‘tough guy’ style. The redhead suppressed a smile and watched you through heavy lidded eyes - she was smitten and hated every bit of it. “Yeah yeah yeah. Get off my lawn before I have to turn a hose on ya’.”

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Melissa settled onto the couch next to Jacob and was stewing with mixed emotions she didn’t know how to process. For years she hadn’t given you the chance of letting you in emotionally, and the very second she let her walls down, she was tripping over herself to get your attention. She found you to be a perfect balance of everything she wanted in a potential partner, successfully making her feel remorse for how much of your time she had wasted by not pursuing this sooner. Mel was fearful of how you would move forward together, but god she wanted it terribly.

Jacob interrupted her thoughts with his own - knowing full well he was treading on grounds that could quickly earn him a place on Melissa’s ‘Perpetually Ignore’ list. He was shockingly plain and confident with his words, “I know you are going through something right now, but don’t... hurt your friend in the process.”

Melissa sat in his words, truly taking them to heart. She wanted to do better by you and she knew where she needed to start, but she was fearful of taking that leap. The redhead stared down into her lap as she began picking at her nails, “We aren’t really friends...”

Tears formed in Melissa’s eyes, but she wasn’t about to let Jacob see how scared she was to admit those words aloud. She hadn’t even truly come out to Jacob and she was feeling entirely overwhelmed at the prospect. Jacob wasn’t phased, rather he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. He rubbed her arm gently as he spoke, “I know, Melissa... I know.”

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Back To The Old House (singer!joel miller x f!reader)

a/n: I'm back from the dead! I've been trying to write this one for so long so I'm proud I managed to finish it. Happy reading!

Shout out to @scumscumpooties47 for reading and deciphering what I write when it's past 12am. Nobody understands me the way you do.

warnings: angst but don't worry they get a happy ending, no Ellie/Sarah

wc: 5.1k

summary: You see your ex-boyfriend and now famous singer, Joel Miller, years after the break up.

line divider by @cafekitsune & pictures are from pinterest

There had been a pounding in your chest from the moment you woke up to where you were standing now, applying the finishing touches to your makeup in front of your bedroom mirror.

You wore a slim fit olive green dress with delicate black floral patterns you had been reluctant to buy. Seeing it felt ridiculous to try dressing up so much, but your girlfriends convinced you it looked too good on you to leave behind.

The event in question would be your high school reunion. It had been ten years since you had graduated and seen most of your peers–including your former boyfriend, Joel Miller. You started dating him your sophomore year of high school after being partnered up together for a project in your English class.

You spent more nights than you needed to studying on his bedroom floor, often forgetting the assignment you were supposed to be working on. Study dates turned into meeting up for fun turned into going on your first real date in the family owned pizza shop down the street from your high school.

You saw him for who he really was past the walls he had built up around himself. Despite his gruff demeanor and cold tone, he was tender hearted. He had a love for music, playing guitar whenever he wasn’t busy helping with his family’s contracting business. He had a younger brother, Tommy, who he constantly complained about, but would undoubtedly do anything for.

At the time you weren’t aware of it, but he had won your heart over before you could finish the last bite of your pizza. Joel, being the southern gentleman that he was (at least when it came to you), had paid for your dinner while you were digging for your wallet in your purse and drove you back to his family home.

The two of you retreated upstairs to his bedroom where you asked him to play something on his guitar. Shockingly, not only did he play for you but he also sang.

“Joel Miller, you sing?” You gasped, nudging his knee with your hand. Flustered, Joel grumbled in confirmation. He thumped his hand against the guitar, counting off silently and playing a new melody you hadn’t heard before.

“What’s this song?” You asked softly, scared to break his concentration. He looked up from his guitar, shaking his head with a playful grin. “You ever hearda’ Pearl Jam?” You nodded. You’d hear a song of theirs play on the radio every now and then, but you weren’t a music buff.

Quieting down, you listened to Joel as he began singing. His baritone voice beautifully captured the essence of the song, leaving you mesmerized by him. He gazed into your eyes and for the first time in your life you suddenly knew what love was.

You slowly moved closer to him as the song progressed until you sat directly in front of him, feeling hyper aware of your new proximity to him. You looked down at his hands, so calloused from the construction work he did in his free time.

As the sounds of his strumming slowly faded away, you looked up and noticed he had stopped singing a long time ago. Joel’s eyes darted to your lips from which you unconsciously wetted. He leaned in, moving his hands from his guitar to hold your face.

He allowed you to close the gap that remained, only then taking control again when your lips moved synchronously against his. His thumb caressed your cheek, holding you gently in his hands–the way he had longed to do when your hand would accidentally brush against his.

He breathed you in, not wanting to be away from the softness of your lips anymore. Only when you remembered you needed to breathe again, you smiled and sat back. Your eyes shone with a new twinkle from the spark that had been ignited from the moment you introduced yourself to him.

From then on, you were inseparable. You attended every dance, game, and any other social event in your city together. After hearing his talent back in his bedroom so long ago, you encouraged him to play in more public spaces.

He booked small gigs where you came to support him from the front row every time. You never even noticed time passing so fast until you had walked across the graduation stage with him. You had plans of attending college in the fall in pursuit of earning yourself a degree while Joel decided to stay back and take over the family business.

The next time Joel had brought up Johnny, he had surprised you by saying he agreed to sign on. You celebrated alongside his family in his kitchen with a cake. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think he’d be able to make something big of himself.

Afterwards, you had expected to spend the rest of your last summer together before heading off into the real world but the record label was already expecting Joel to come by their recording studio and get some songs going for his first EP.

Being the understanding and supportive girlfriend you were, you assured him it was fine to focus on his budding new career. Even Tommy, who upsettingly was left behind with a bigger workload after Joel’s departure, pushed him to go.

The span of the rest of the year blurred by as you entered your first semester of college. You no longer saw Joel as regularly, but it was fine. Long distance was going to be hard, but after having been so long together you knew you could survive the worst of anything.

For the first few months you’d call every night and talk about your days. You’d rant about your professors and the stack of assignments you had waiting for you while he’d share stories about what it was like to meet big names in the industry. Your schedules hardly aligned anymore to meet up during the weekends which was why the holiday break meant so much to you.

By December, it had been almost five months since you had last seen each other in person. You couldn’t wait to talk to him about everything in person, to kiss and hold him again. After all, your new normal had become hearing his voice over the phone or even on the radio on occasion. Sometimes you would even spot a small picture of him on the corner of the cover of magazines. Reporters dubbed him “Joel Miller: Country’s Latest Heart Throb” and up-and-coming singing sensation, quickly garnering attention from across the country. But to you? He was just Joel. Your Joel. Still, you couldn’t help but collect magazines that mentioned him. Maybe when you saw him again you’d show them to him.

Your leg bounced excitedly as you rode the train back to your city where your family was waiting to greet you at the train station. The man sitting in the seat beside you had been snoring for the entire first half of the trip, but even that didn’t kill your giddiness. Being a student in their first year of college, you were definitely broke but with the change that you did have; you managed to buy Joel a new guitar with engraved lyrics of the first song he ever sang you on the side.

“If I ever were to lose you I’d surely lose myself.”

As the train neared the station, your ringtone went off and accidentally awoke the man sitting beside you. You mumbled a sheepish apology and looked down to see it was Joel calling you. It was odd considering you told him you’d call him once you were back with your family, but you answered it anyway. “Joel? I’m still on the train.” You quietly spoke, trying to ignore the grumpy expressions of the old man sitting next to you.

“Hi, Baby. I got some bad news.” Your smile morphed to worry as you waited for him to tell you. “I ain’t gonna be able to make it for your break. I’m an opener for some big crowds and then I got some meetings my manager just told me about. M’sorry, I wish I could be there.”

You bit down on your finger trying not to voice your disappointment. Joel was trying his best to make it big and be there for you. You can’t blame him if he ever felt short of that. “Big shows? You ain’t shy to sing for people no more, huh.” A sad excuse of a chuckle escaped your throat. He seemed to miss your change of tone in talk of his upcoming shows, but the train started coming at a slow pace so you said your goodbyes and hung up. Coming off the train, the guitar seemed to suddenly weigh heavier on your back. You weren’t mad. You couldn’t be mad, but maybe you’re allowed to be sad.

The rest of your holiday break was spent with family and friends, but you couldn’t help but notice the lack of presence from the one person you wanted the most. You haven’t been to a New Years party by yourself in such a long time so when it came down to the last ten second countdown, you tried calling Joel. It wouldn’t be a midnight's kiss, but just having him on the line would’ve been more than enough at the moment.

The dialing tone rang for so long that you missed the ten second countdown and in the end only received his voicemail. You forgot he was in a different timezone.

You dropped off his present with Tommy just before heading back out to school for the start of the new year. Long distance was becoming harder than you thought it would. Phone calls didn’t feel enough anymore, but what could you do? Ask him to decline opportunities that could advance his career? No, you’d never ask him to do that.

You’d just have to learn to deal with the loneliness that lived in your bones now. Once the semester started up again, you invested all your time into your studies and even snagged a part-time job on campus. Joel’s name came up more and more often on social media with all his success. Your heart was full of pride for him when his first album hit stores. He had sent you demos of the songs as he worked on them in the studio, but to hear them in their finished version was an entirely different feeling.

“Joel, I’m so proud of you. You’ve come so far. I wish I could be wherever you are in person so I could kiss you,” You beamed, sipping on the coffee in your hands as you walked back to your dorm. He groaned into the phone, “I’ve been missin’ your sugar. I’ll make sure I’m there for your next break.” You giggled, imagining showing him just how much you missed him. This Joel, your Joel, was so different from the Joel you saw on TV. He somewhat resembled a version of himself when you first met him back in high school–only now he wore suits and walked red carpets. Old Joel would’ve had a heart attack if he saw where he was now.

Neither of you were where you thought you’d be. Most of it was for the better, but there were times where you still wondered where you would’ve been had Joel decided not to go to that meeting with the man whose name you couldn’t even remember anymore.

Joel would be an official contractor in his family business, you’d still see him more often, and maybe you might’ve even found a little apartment to live together. It was a recurring daydream you had but never mentioned to him. The thoughts of asking him to be more present in your relationship hadn’t gone away much to your displeasement.

Would you be so evil for asking that? Would he say yes? Joel was a good man and he always wanted to do right by you, of course he’d say yes. You didn’t want to be the one to ask him to give it all up for you. Surely you just needed more time for these thoughts to go away. So you continued to remain quiet as the ever supportive girlfriend that you were. Joel’s career continued growing to new heights that left him less and less time to call. If he wasn’t rehearsing for the next concert then he was working on his album. If the album had been finished he was busy in meetings and if he wasn’t in meetings then he was exhausted in whatever hotel he’d be staying in.

Your nightly calls turned to weekly calls where you found yourself not finding much to fill him in on anymore. Nothing in your life could possibly be as interesting as anything like walking amongst the stars.

He promised to take you with him one day, but you doubted that day would come. Longing and doubt was all you ever felt now when it came to him. Being a good girlfriend wasn’t the concern anymore. What concerned you was being his girlfriend at all. You never saw him outside of TV, he hardly called, what had you come to?

You only ever sat by your phone now awaiting any sign that he was alive and thinking of you.

After weeks of enduring the same answer, your roommate, Hailey, sat on her bed across from yours with a knowing look in her eye. “Whoever that guy is that always has you waiting by your phone, he doesn’t know how good he has it.” While you wanted to explain that Joel was rightfully busy, you also understood it from her perspective. You never went out unless you had to–too afraid you’d miss the chance to hear Joel’s voice.

“Come out with me. Just this once and if you hate it, I’ll never ask again.” Her proposal was enough to get you out of your room for the night. Not surprisingly, Joel didn’t call that night, but for the first time in a long time you had fun. You ventured off the campus with Hailey and her friend’s and fun laughing the night away.

As the days went on you started seeing Hailey’s friends as your friends. Every now and then Joel would cross your mind, but he didn’t weigh you down anymore.

In his absence you learned what your worth was to people who genuinely cared to be around you. Hailey never said it explicitly, but you could tell she thought you were better off without your boyfriend–and you were slowly starting to feel the same.

Joel was the love of your life in high school, but those days were long gone. It was time to start looking at the reality of things–maybe you hold each other back more than anything else. It hurt you to think about, but you’d spent too long waiting for it to be anything else.

That spring break Joel finally escaped from the haze of the paparazzi flashes to your quiet porch. You held on tightly to him the entirety of his first night back home on your couch. The buzz of the TV echoed throughout your empty home. Joel was gazing at you so starry eyed you almost changed your mind. “Joel?” Your quiet whisper almost didn’t register to him; it was so low. “Joel, we should talk. We need to talk.” You scooted your legs beneath yourself, fidgeting with your hands.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked softly, not understanding why you had such a sudden change of mood. His thumb caressed your cheek as if he thought he could wipe away the sad smile on your face. “Tell me what it is, sweet girl.” Your strength dissolved at the mention of his pet name for you. “Joel, I don’t know how to tell you this.” Breaking the intense eye contact, you looked away.

You’d do anything to make this easier for the both of you. “We’re not what we used to be.” He shook his head and pointed your chin to look back at him. “Baby, what’re you tryin’ to say?” You clenched your jaw and stood up to create some space between the two of you. It would be easier this way. “I’m sayin’ we haven’t seen each other in months. You don’t even call as much as you said you would. We’re on different paths–I don’t see why we would continue this.” If you had been looking at him you would’ve seen the hurt unfold in his eyes as he processed your words.

“We’re not on different paths. I know I’m not around as much as I should be, but it’s only temporary! It’ll slow down once I’ve got some more albums out–”

“And how long would that be? Years? I could hardly handle the last few months, you can’t expect me to be okay just waiting around!” The emotions that poured out your mouth threatened to drown the both of you in the agony you’d been feeling.

“You ain’t being fair here. If I had known you’d been feelin’ this way I would’ve done more for you.” He stood, placing his hands on your shoulders. You only shook your head and let the tears spill out your eyes.

“I would never ask you to stop doing what you love.” Joel’s lips turned into a thin line as he frustratingly tried thinking of anything that would bring you back to him. For someone with so many hits on the radio, he was always short on words when they mattered the most.

“I ain’t gonna get ya’ to change your mind, am I?” He scratched at the small stubble that had grown on his chin. You could only give him silence as the answer. You held your arms around yourself, watching him reach for his jacket on the couch. Joel stiffened as he laced his boots and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. The rev of his truck’s engine was the last thing you heard from Joel until it disappeared down the street.

That was the last you heard from Joel, not counting Tommy’s visit to drop off your things you kept in Joel’s room. You wanted to ask Tommy how Joel was doing, but it didn’t seem like an answer you deserved. He wouldn’t have told you anyways. All Tommy knew was that you broke his older brother’s heart and he would stand loyally by Joel’s side no matter what.

You spent what remained of spring break broken hearted in your room until you dragged yourself back to school. The rest of the school year passed by impossibly slow, but eventually the seasons changed and so did you. Time healed as much as it could, but hearing his name mentioned more and more on TV took its toll.

Nonetheless enough time had passed where now you stood in the one bedroom apartment you had gotten after finishing up college. It was small, but it was manageable for yourself and your salary.

The job you worked at kept you busy, but you still tried keeping in contact with your old college roommate. She was the reason you had even decided to go to your stupid high school reunion.

“That dress looks too good on you to waste. Besides, if your old boyfriend shows up he’ll regret the shit he used to give you.” Her nonchalant tone made you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but secretly hope he’d be there. Since you last talked to him he’d grown incredibly more popular so the chances were low, but the optimist told you maybe he wants to see you too.

Granted, you did break his heart, but there was really no other choice. It didn’t even matter anymore. You were focused on your career and surely he had a fine selection of women in Hollywood. Grabbing your keys and walking down the steps of your apartment, you drove back to your high school for the first time in years.

Not surprisingly, it hadn’t changed much. Everything looked the same if you didn’t count the tacky balloons that decorated the halls. The music led you to the old gym decorated with a “Welcome back, Gladiators!” over the doors. Walking inside you were surprised by the amount of faces you recognized.

It wasn’t your entire class, but enough to bring back old memories. While you wanted to keep the focus of the conversation on your successes, the only thing they cared to hear about was “Do you still keep in contact with Joel? I want to surprise my daughter with tickets!” or “Are any of his songs about you?” Awkwardly deflecting their questions, you escaped their conversations for a drink in the punch bowl.

You wanted to be happy, but the one person you wanted to see wasn’t there. “Stupid…” You whispered to yourself, pouring some of the punch in the plastic cup.

“What’d the juice do to you?” A deep southern drawl knocked you out of your wallowing. You could recognize who it was just by the sound of his voice. For a split second you were a naive eighteen year old again who was head over heels in love with the man standing beside her.

Joel had changed in the time you hadn’t spoken. He was impossibly taller, stronger in muscle, and confident in demeanor. His face had matured, but his eyes held the same intensity they had all those years ago. “Joel?" Dumbstruck, his name was all you could manage to say.

“How ya’ doin'?” He grinned, keeping his voice low. “I’m supposed to do a surprise performance, but I saw ya’ and I couldn’t keep myself from comin’ over.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you away from the punch table to the side of the gym.

“I…I’ve been good. I’m alright. I'm sorry, I just feel really caught off guard here. How are you?” You sheepishly tried regaining your composure. Sure you were hoping he’d be here, but you didn’t have a plan set if he actually was there.

“I’ve been doin’ good for myself. I got a show comin’ up in the area in a few days so I figured might as well come by. See how everyone’s doin’.” He sat down and looked out at the small crowd that had gathered on the gym floor. It was years later and the same cliques had still formed.

“I remember you sayin’ you didn’t care for these folk when we were graduating.” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “I know, I know. It took me a while, but I realized the people I left behind were the people that mattered most to me.” He replied tiredly, but before you could find the words to say what you felt your class president began speaking into the mic–drowning you out.

“Now in honor of old friends and memories, ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to introduce your former classmate and friend Joel Miller to the stage!” The crowd roared with excitement and Joel reluctantly pulled away from you to jog on up to the stage.

He exchanged pleasantries with the announcer and picked up the guitar. Without making a single introduction for himself, he began singing into the mic. His eyes drifted across the crowd until they landed on you, still sitting in the back of the gym. The moment his eyes met yours it felt as if every word he sang was for you. It was clear his songs had an encoded message only you’d be able to understand. His eyes communicated the hurt he remembered feeling so intensely all those years ago.

Finishing his set, he walked off stage and greeted everyone who never gave him a second thought back in school. You couldn’t bring yourself to be among the plethora of his “fans” after knowing you were the muse behind some of his more painful ballads. Leaving the gym you wandered the halls until you found refuge in the school library.

Fortunately for you, someone must’ve forgotten to lock the doors in anticipation for tonight’s reunion. You sat on a sturdy uncomfortable chair with your head in your hands, feeling the same sadness you felt when you were younger.

You tried reasoning with yourself over the years. It was for the best. You were better without him. He was better without you.

So why did it feel like you lost the love of your life? If you had met now, maybe it would’ve worked out, but back then you were too young to understand how to handle love.

After an eternity had passed, the door slowly opened and boots thudded in your direction. “You’ll catch a cold.” His gruff voice caught your attention and before you could turn him down he had placed his jacket around your shoulders.

“Joel–” You looked up at him with the same sad eyes you had your last night together. “I know. You don’t gotta say it.” He interrupted, sitting down beside you on the creaky chair.

“But I do and I’m sorry. I know I hurt you real bad and it’s been on my mind since the day I did it.” You removed your hands from your face and looked him in the eyes. Back then you had been too afraid to face him, but now you knew better. You've had plenty of time to reflect on how you could’ve handled it all better.

“I hoped so.” His tone grew cold. “I wanted you to know what you put me through–I was angry as hell for a long time. I worked harder than I did before out of spite.” He stared so bitterly at the wall you thought he’d burn holes in it. “I came here tonight because I wanted you to see how good I was doing without you.”

“So why were you pretending to be nice? Was that part of the plan to get back at me?” You joked weakly. Instead of laughing, he stiffened against the back of the chair and let out a sigh.

“Plan went to shit the second I saw you walk in.” To your bewilderment, he cracked a small smile. “Seein’ ya’ again after years…looking beautiful, I couldn’t do it. You can break my heart a million times and I’d still be yours.” Your heart hammered against your chest so loud you almost thought he could hear it.

“I don’t understand.” You whispered confusingly. “I thought you hated me.” The nerves were evident in your voice. Joel had no reason to feel a softness for you.

“I did, but I still loved ya’ and I’m stupid enough to come back to you even now for another chance.” While you stammered over your thoughts to come up with an answer, Joel continued his admission. “I know it don't make sense. We ain't seen each other in so long. M’just hoping you still think of me too.”

You stared at him like a deer in headlights. Of course you still thought of him. The old magazines you got of him when you were dating were still in a box under your childhood bed embarrassingly enough.

“We broke up for a reason, Joel. I really just don’t know if we’d work. Our lives are so busy and our schedules don’t line up and you’ve got your music–”

“Every song I wrote, as hurt as it felt, I wrote with that guitar you gave me. It goes where I go. I wanted to leave it with Tommy, but I didn’t have it in me. You were in my mind everywhere I went." He paused, wondering if it was the right thing to say.

"I never broke up with you. I know you had your reasons and I was too young to realize it back then, but I know better now. I ain’t perfect, but I’ve gotten better at balancing my shit. I’ll love you right.” He practically pleaded.

Ten years later and the ball was back in your court–Joel always had to be the gentleman. You had every reason to doubt him, after all actions speak louder than words but if you didn’t give him the chance to prove himself a better man then how would you ever know it was true?

“Oh, Joel.” You embraced him, clinging tightly to him. The jacket he placed on your shoulders fell off as he kissed you with the hunger of a starved man. You had been the consistent craving he longed to have since the day you broke his heart.

Even when he played for a sold out stadium he wondered if you were watching from your phone screen all the way back home. When he landed a background role on a TV series all he could think about was how ridiculous you’d think the zombie makeup was. All the women he dated after you never measured up to the standards you had unknowingly set for him.

Now that he had you again, he knew he’d do everything in his power to keep you.

#joel miller #Joel tlou #tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel the last of us #f!reader #Joel miller x f!reader #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #singer!joel

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ythankucaptainmccoy · 5 months ago

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The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch13

This chapter is going to have themes in it that if they make you uncomfortable please do not read. WARNINGS: Mentions of Human Trafficking, Abuse, Attempted Murder, Mentions of R@pe, Mentions of Appearing in Court and Fluff

The next couple of days go by well and Jake ends up having to go back to top gun for routine training. While he is gone you do little things around the apartment to keep yourself busy. Penny has already messaged you to let you know you still have a job and to come back when you’re ready. After training Jake comes straight home to make sure you’re still okay. It makes you laugh when he throws a tantrum about finding you standing on a step stool to clean the ceiling fan.

He doesn’t think it’s funny as he rants about your health, but it only makes you laugh harder which in turn makes your wound hurt. “Babe it’s alright”, you say. “It’s not okay. What if you had fallen and I wasn’t here to help you”, he continues. “It’s alright I had my cell phone on me”, you reply. He is about to continue on his rant when there is a knock on the door. When Jake answers the door there are two men standing there. They announce that they are detectives there to take your statement about all that happened.

You tensed and Jake could tell you were very uncomfortable. When you sat on the couch he sat down with you holding your hand. You looked at him and he squeezed your hand to reassure he was there for you. “Miss (Y/L/N) I’m Detective Allen and this is Detective McClellan, we would like for you to explain everything that has ever happened between you and Mr. (Ex’s L/N)”, Detective Allen said. “Everything?”, you ask. “Everything that could be used against him in court. I’m sure you understand that he is being charged in Texas, but we saw where he had two restraining orders that you filed, one from South Carolina and another from here in California”, the detective informed.

“Well um. He first hit me when I was still living with him in South Carolina. He had proposed to me, but I felt it was too soon and when I raised my voice he hit me”, you explained. “When you say he hit you, was it an open hand? A fist?”, the detective questioned. “He punched me in the face hard enough he gave me a bruise on the side of my face”, you replied. “So this picture is from where you went to the police station in South Carolina. This is the same day that you filed a restraining order, correct?”, the detective asked.

“Yes I was told by a friend that I needed to report it, but I filed for a restraining order that day. When he found out I had filed a restraining order I told him I was going to leave him. That night he put a pillow over my face and tried to suffocate me”, you rush. Jake squeezes your hand again to help ground you when he notices your breathing pick up. “Did you report this to police?”, Detective McClellan asked. “No he told me if I went to the police he would hurt my brother and his family”, you replied.

The detective took all these statements down as you waited for him to finish. “Alright anything else that happened while in South Carolina?”, McClellan asks. “Yeah the main reason I left was what had happened. I had kicked him out of my apartment and he was furious with me. I had made a call to my friend Bradley that lives next door here and he offered for me to come out here to get away from him. I was out with friends and he showed up trying to convince me to come home with him, but I kept refusing and he offered me a drink”, you croaked.

You couldn’t look at Jake when tears started falling down your face. “I only accepted the drink because he said it was him offering an olive branch and that he respected my decision”, you replied. “I started feeling sick to my stomach and was very wobbly. I only had the drink he had given me that night and he told my friends I needed to go home. They agreed and he helped me to his car where he shoved me into the trunk of his car. Next thing I remember was waking up in his house”, you shivered.

Jake hadn’t moved as he listened to what you were explaining. “So what happened next?”, Detective Allen questioned. “He was sitting there waiting for me to wake up and wanted me to sleep with him. I told him no, but he threatened that if I didn’t sleep with him that he could make me disappear and never be found”, you replied. “Did he elaborate what he meant when he said that to you?”, Detective McClellan asked. “I figured that he meant he would kill me and dump my body somewhere”, you reply.

“Continue Miss (Y/L/N)”, both detectives said. “I slept with him out of fear he would kill me. While he was asleep I fled his house. I was able to get a ride back to my apartment and grabbed all the stuff I could get in my duffle bag. I left a notice with my landlord with the cash to break the lease and took off. I called Bradley and he told me I could come straight here. I still received threatening text messages from him while staying here that he was going to hurt my brother's family. I went straight to the police,and made a report, which contacted the police in my brother's town to make rounds to keep an eye on them”, you explained.

“When he found out about the police watching my brother's family he sent more threatening messages. I guess he got my brother to tell him where I was at because he sent a message saying he knew where I was and was going to bring me home. He came to our apartment here while my boyfriend was on deployment and forced himself on me to kiss me. Me and my boyfriend took a break and I went to Texas to stay with his sister. That’s when Jackson got onto the ranch and tried to take me against my own will and I was shot”, you say.

“I know it may be bad memories, but can you explain what happened when you were shot”, Detective McClellan said. “Yes we were out branding and castrating calves for a week and I walked my horse to the creek to cool off. That’s when Jackson showed up and made me come with him at gunpoint. Bull, one of the ranch hands, found out something had happened and came to rescue me. He tackled Jackson from his horse and they got in a tussle. He pistol whipped Bull and pointed his gun to shoot him when I jumped in causing Jackson to miss”, you recalled.

Jake pulled you into his side as you were shaking. “Then what happened Miss (Y/L/N)?”, Detective Allen asked. “We both went down and I was trying to get the gun away from him when he fired it. It hit me in the abdomen and he pushed me off and ran for it. I don’t know what happened after that other than Bull helping me, my boyfriend arriving and being rushed to the hospital. I passed out in the ambulance and woke up in the hospital”, you finished.

“Well more than likely you will have to testify in court so watch for the summons. We also think you should know that Mr. (Ex’s last name) was in a sex trafficking ring. I know this is a lot to hear, but he confessed that if you didn’t come with him he was going to sell you instead of murdering you”, Detective Allen informed. You felt sick to your stomach as Jake thanked them and showed them to the door. You stood up on shaky legs as you started to dry heave before you collapsed down onto all fours. “Shit darlin’ you alright?”, Jake asked.

You were in a cold sweat as the reality your ex had probably trafficked people while you both were dating. It explained how he didn’t have a great job but had money. “He was going to…”, you couldn’t finish as sobs wracked your body. Jake didn’t say anything as you wretched again. He grabbed a small garbage can just in time as you emptied your stomach. He rubbed your back until you finished and leaned against the couch. Jake pulled you into him as you sobbed harder even as your wound protested the movement.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up darlin’ “, Jake soothed. You didn’t feel anything as Jake led you into the bathroom to help get you cleaned up. He helped you undress, cleaned you up and helped you dress into some fresh clothes. “I want to go to the Hard Deck”, you whispered. Jake got ready and shot a text to Rooster that he needed to talk to him at the Hard Deck. Jake helped you into the truck and buckled you in and drove you both to the Hard Deck. You seemed far away as you stared out the windshield.

Jake was very worried about you as you both pulled into the parking lot. He helped you out of the truck and when you both walked in Rooster was already walking towards you all. He could tell you were out of it, and looked to Jake who motioned to the pool table. The rest of the dagger squad were sitting there and they all greeted you. You had replied but Jake could tell you were just going through the motions. “What the hell happened? I got your text”, Bradley said. “Detectives showed up today and asked her about all the things that had happened even before she got here to stay with you”, Jake explained.

“Apparently her ex was part of a sex trafficking ring and he confessed that if she wasn’t going to come back home with him he was going to sell her as if she wasn’t a person”, Jake seethed. Bradley’s back straightened as he looked at you and hot anger flashed through him at the thought of your ex being that much of a disgusting piece of trash. “If he wasn’t in prison I’d kill him”, Jake said.

“We don’t usually agree, but I agree with you on that”, Bradley replied. “The detectives said that she would probably have to testify and to watch the mail for a summons. She has been in this state since then”, Jake told him. “I’ve only seen her like this one other time”, Bradley states. “When?”, Jake asks. “When her mom died”, Bradley sighs. “She never told me about her mom”, Jake states. “She rarely tells anybody”, Bradley says.

It was like you were underwater and just going through the motions as the squad made jokes. You didn’t know what to do with yourself as you realized what your ex had gotten into. If he had succeeded you may have never seen Jake, Bradley or your friends again. You excused yourself to the bathroom and missed the signal Bradley gave Nat. Nat followed you into the bathroom as you splashed some water on your face and onto your neck. “(Y/N) are you alright?”, Nat asked. “I thought I would be but I don’t know what to think right now”, you reply.

“We’re all worried about you”, she says. “Can we get a drink”, you asked. “Yeah we can do that”, Nat replies. You both head to the counter and order drinks as you get your normal Jack n Coke. Three drinks later and you're feeling better as Jake watches you carefully. At one the guys are buying rounds as you decline saying you have had enough already. You cozy up next to Jake as the others seem to be having a great time.

“I want you to know I’m going to be okay”, you tell him. “If you ever want to talk I’m here. Remember communication is key”, he says. “I know can we go somewhere a little quieter?”, you asked. “I know the perfect spot, come on”, he tells you. He leads you to the back deck and takes his shoes off then bends down to take yours off. “I think we can leave them here. I don’t think anyone will steal our shoes”, he says. You both walk to the water rolling up pant legs to keep them from getting wet.

The moon is beautiful on the waves as you both continue to walk in the lapping waves. “When I was down there in Texas I missed you even when I wanted to hate you”, you admit. “I hated myself when I found out the truth and I should have listened to you”, he replies. “We’re both idiots”, you laugh. “No, I was definitely the idiot”, he says. “Well you’re my idiot and I love you. Mistakes are what make us human”, you tell him.

He stops abruptly pulling you into him kissing you. Everything that had happened seems to melt away in that moment. You can’t blame it on the alcohol because you only had two drinks. Jake pulled away taking in your face in the moonlight. You can barely hear the music playing through the open deck doors. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”, he asks. “Even with my scars”, you reply. He watches as your eyes go down to where you were shot. “Darlin’ I love you and any scars you have or could ever get in the future. Looks aren’t the reason I love you”, he says.

This time you pull him down to you to kiss him. He goes willingly until he hears wolf whistles from the rest of the Dagger Squad. He looks up as Coyote calls him a sap, and in true Jake fashion he goes back in for another kiss. This time he spices it up a little, but you can’t help but break the kiss laughing at the guys on the deck. “Come on, let's go back inside casanova”, you say. Jake looks put out as he pouts a little, but follows when you pull on his hand.

When you get back to the deck the guys are making little jokes, but they quickly quiet down when you glare at them. “I may have been shot, but it doesn’t mean I can’t take you all on”, you huff. The guys scatter back inside as you place a hand on your hip. “My hero”, Jake laughs. You laugh even though your stomach starts to hurt. “Come on lover boy”, you say. He follows you back inside after you both put your shoes back on.

Bradley is talking with the girl he had been sleeping with, but it seems more than that now. “Oh yeah I forgot to tell you Bradley’s dating her now”, Jake informs. It makes you happy that he finally asked her out. “I had to listen to them while you were gone”, he joked. “Jake”, you fake gasp as you play slap his chest. He only smiles as Bradley quirks an eye at the both of you. You laugh harder until it becomes too much and starts to hurt. You falter slightly as Jake’s hands shoot out to grab you steadying you.

“Thanks”, you say. “Anytime darlin’”, he replies. You both decide to go back to the apartment where you ask Jake to watch Dirty Dancing with you. “I wish I could dance right now”, you say out loud. “Why not now”, Jake says. You watch as he pauses the movie and gets up to turn the radio on. Music plays softly through the speakers as Jake takes you into his arms to slow dance with you. “You’re not in any pain right?”, he asks. “No, as long as I don’t twist I’ll be okay”, you smile.

“That’s something I’m going to have to ask my doctor”, you muse. “What’s that darlin’?”, Jake questions. “When I can have sex again”, you shrug. “Darlin’ that can wait. I want you fully healed. I can handle the dry spell for you”, he says. “Well you might be able to, but I have been ready to jump you since we got back home”, you giggle. Jake laughs as he shakes his head at your eagerness. “Darlin’ as soon as your doctor says it’s okay I’ll let you do whatever you want to me”, he says.

“Whatever?”, you smirk. “Okay maybe not whatever, but we can talk about it, but right now I’m trying to dance with you”, he replies. You can’t help but take in his features as you both dance in the living room of the apartment. “What?”, he asks. “You’re just handsome”, you sigh. He leans in to kiss you as you both continue to sway. At some point you both decide to head to bed as Jake turns off the music and continues to dance with you down the hallway. Jake helps you so you don’t have to bend at the stomach.

His gaze lingers on your stitched wound and you can see the anger boil inside him. “I should have been there”, he mumbles. “Babe it wasn’t your fault and I didn’t even see anything like this happening”, you whisper. “If I hadn’t pushed you away like I had you would have been safe here”, he states. “Don’t blame yourself, he could have come to the apartment and hurt either of us. If he was willing to do this I can’t even think of what could have happened”, you sniffle. “I should have taken that bullet”, Jake whispers. “Jake don’t ever say that. If anything had happened to you I don’t know what I would do”, you cry.

Jake pulls you into himself and strokes your hair, “I will never let anyone hurt you like that again even if it means taking a bullet for you”. You hug him as hard as you can after his admission until you both pull apart to go brush your teeth. Once back in bed you can’t seem to get close enough to him. Eventually he lays on his side and pulls your back against his chest. He threads his fingers through your own as you listen to his breathing and heartbeat.

You lay awake listening until Jake’s breathing and heart rate slow. You think about the past couple of weeks and realize that even before Jackson no one you had dated had done half of what Jake had done for you. You remembered asking your mom what made her realize that your dad was the one. “Mom how did you know dad was the one?”, ten year old, you asked. “Well me and your father had dated before in highschool, but he broke up with me to join the Navy. He was gone for a year when word got to him that I was dating another guy. He came home on leave and drove all the way across the country to ask me to marry him. A man that is willing to do anything for you is a man who will make a great husband and partner”, she said.

“I knew then that he was it for me. The way he smiled like I was his everything told me all I needed to know”, she said. You thought about how the way Jake smiled at you and how he was willing to stay with you in the hospital. How he admitted he was wrong and how he had sobbed begging you to stay with him when he thought you were dying. You made up your mind laying there with his fingers entangled in your own. If he ever asked you to follow him you would go anywhere with him.

“Thanks for the advice mom”, you hummed. You hadn’t noticed that Jake was awake and heard you. When you fell asleep he wondered about your mom. Bradley said you hardly ever talked about your mom and that you would tell him when you were ready. He made up his mind to ask you about her in the morning, but he wouldn’t pressure you if you refused to talk about her. He kissed your shoulder as he admitted to himself he would follow you anywhere before drifting back to sleep.

#top gun maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad

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melkintoyou · 2 years ago

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studio sessions.

pairing: mark lee x gf!reader genre: fluff, suggestive, established relationship word count: 1.5k notes: wanted to do a lil something for mark's birthday, enjoy <333333

808’s blared through the speakers, sending vibrations throughout the floor. Music could be felt in your chest and you couldn’t help but smile. Seeing your boyfriend in the booth, in his essence, made your heart swell with pride.

It was always fascinating to see the man that clings to you most nights, his face in your neck. The way he groans when you shift, unintentionally adding space between you two. The way he pulls you back and whines your name or “baby,” his favourite way to address you. The same man who can’t fall asleep without his hand inside your t-shirt, holding you close. Needing you to feel safe.

Seeing him work in his element, so assertive and sure of himself. A perfectionist, honing on his vision until it comes to fruition, left you in complete awe of him. Your eyes traveled from his hat that covered most of his face, to his little nose and lips pursed in concentration as he listened back to what was recorded.

“Ah lemme do that ONE more time” Mark announced into the mic, evidently getting restless from having to keep doing retakes. He once again closed his eyes and delivered the line.

“Woooo!”

“Ok, nice let’s keep that one” He listened back to the song, bobbing his head with a satisfied smile. Mark was so focused on recording that he didn’t even notice when you came into the studio. You said hello to his team and a couple of his friends, before making yourself comfortable on the sofa. Taking your slides off, you got comfortable and sat crossed legged as you watched Mark. Digging into your bag, you rustled around to grab a bag of candy which made Haechan’s ears instantly perk up. He ran towards you and got on his knees with his hands open as if mimicking Oliver Twist. “Please, my queen.” He said in a cutesy voice, making everyone laugh and you rolled your eyes. You gave him a fist fill of sweets as he thanked you.

Mark stepped out of the booth and his eyes widened when met with yours from across the room. His face instantly relaxed into a smile. “Bab-What’s going on here?” He walked towards you, giggling and pushed Haechan onto the floor. Making him fake cry for attention. “Yo cry somewhere else.. Lemme say hi to my girl.” He joked before turning to you. “Hi baby” Jumping into his arms, you melted into his touch and you both swayed side to side. Mark planted kisses across your face, before mumbling "I missed you" into your lips. “Alright y’all I’m taking five.” Mark took a seat and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His busy schedule allowed times like this to come about less often than you'd like, so you both cherished every second together. He whined about how tired he was but holding you like this was just the recharge he needed. As he planted another kiss to your jaw, Chenle commented on how soft Mark gets around you and his everyone teased him. This made his face flush with a tint of pink and he buried his face further into your neck. He mumbled “leave me alone, I’m a tough guy.” Chuckling at his actions, you dipped into your bag once again to pull out a handful of candies and presented it to Mark. “Here, I got you some sugar for energy.” You kissed his cheek.

Mark’s face lit up as he shoved them all into his mouth hungrily, he was such a guy. Giving you one last kiss, he grabbed your waist to prop you up so he could stand up.

“Ok, lemme go finish this verse.” He went back into the booth and continued recording for a while. It was nice. Hanging out with everyone like this. You thought to yourself. 20 minutes later, Mark came back out with his mouth open, asking for you to feed him. So you did as you were asked. A sweet and a kiss, for every break he took. This went on for a while until everyone decided to go get some food, leaving you and Mark alone. He stepped out of the booth once again, grabbing the packet from you and plopping himself next to you on the sofa. “Hey! That’s mine!” You protested with a smack on his arm. “Yeah?” He moved closer to you, so his face was inches away from yours and his lips curled into a cheeky grin. “Watch me.” He teased you as you tried to grab the packet back but he was too quick for you. Every time you felt as though you’re about to take a hold of it, he’d move his lanky arms out of your reach. Making you whine and sulk, which was what he wanted. Mark loved teasing and getting a reaction out of you.

“You’re so pretty when you whine like this baby.. Here, you can have one.” He said, popping a sweet in between his pursed lips.

Leaning in slowly, you placed your hand on his thigh for support. Your heart was beating in your ears. Even though you have shared countless kisses with Mark by now, it never failed to spin your world like it was the first time. Your lips hovered over his and you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grab your wrist. You both leaned in painfully close and you connected your lips by taking a bite out of the sweet. Breaking out in giggles, you pulled away and fell back onto the sofa, swallowing it.

“Come back here.” Mark grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours as he pulled you back onto his lap. This time, the kiss felt more heated as his tongue hungrily entered your mouth. He snuck his hands under your shirt to feel your skin. His hands ran up and down your back, deepening the kiss. Chests rising dramatically up and down, his chin rested on your plush breast as he left soft, wet kisses down your jaw. The world began disappearing when you felt him twitch under you, making you moan. He brought his lips back up to yours to swallow your pretty sounds as his hands travelled down and into your sweats. He grabbed a handful of your ass inside your clothes as his fingers grazed your core. Mark winced at the contact. “Fuck baby, so wet for me.” He began circling your entrance, spreading your wet. As his finger began sliding inside you, you heard the boys making their way back and you grabbed Mark’s shoulder in sheer panic.

"Mark!" You yelped. He retrieved his hand back and fell into your chest with a groan. The door unlocked and everyone barged into the studio, changing the atmosphere completely. “Urm.. are we interrupting something?” Haechan asked, eyeing you both and you couldn’t help but blush. Struggling to form a coherent sentence.

“Uhh.. no.. we.. we were just..-

“We were just sharing sweets, weren’t we baby?” Mark said with a smirk before he brought his finger into his mouth to taste you.

“So sweet.”

#mark lee #mark lee fic #mark lee fanfic #mark lee onshot #mark lee nct #nct dream fic #mark lee x reader #mark x reader #nct 127 fic

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lovelettersbyj · 1 year ago

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Hunger For Power

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Fem Reader (?).

Summary: Pearl Whitegrove is a fashion intern, who, after a few meetings with Coriolanus Snow, realizes that if she wants to be Panem's next top Fashion Designer, she has to make sure she's at Coriolanus' side when he inevitably gets into power. It helps that he's devastatingly attractive.

Word Count: 1,814.

A/N: After having watched the new Hunger Games movie, this idea popped into my head and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I wanted to create a character that was sort of the opposite of Tigris? A negative influence for Coriolanus that ultimately turns into a toxic love interest for him. I quickly wrote up this sort of intro to her character, so I hope you all enjoy! Also I should say, I've never read the books and I'm only going off of the movies/making up information. So I apologize if anything is slightly wrong/doesn't match.

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“How’s that cousin of yours, Tigris?” Continuing to sew, I glanced up at the blonde haired woman who sat across from me. She was busy stitching some dark turquoise buttons to a white long-sleeved shirt, trying her best to hide from our mentor and boss Fabricia Whatnot.

She looked up at me with a stoic expression, then back down to her secret project. “He’s fine.”

I chuckled, returning my attention to my dress. In a few days, the 10th annual reaping ceremony would take place. I knew Coriolanus because of Tigris, and in the few conversations I’d had with him, I knew how powerful he could be. He was intelligent; speaking always with such an elegant charm that could convince anyone to listen and obey him. He’d choose his words carefully and completely analyze the situation in front of him before speaking. If he played his cards right, I could very well see Coriolanus Snow becoming the new President of Panem. That is, if Dean Casca Highbottom didn’t despise him as much as he did.

The door to Fabricia’s office swung open, her long magenta hair peeking out as she yelled out to us, “I want those designs done before the sun goes down today. Otherwise, neither of you are getting paid. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Madam Whatnot,” Tigris and I both nodded, never once making eye contact with her, and rather, continuing to sew at a faster pace.

Of course someone as incredibly stylish and knowledgeable in the fashion industry as Fabricia Whatnot was also something of a wicked demon. She was incredibly rude to her employees, particularly Tigris & I. Hired under the impression of an apprenticeship, we quickly met a much more grim fate in the form of slave labor. She took advantage of young capitol people with a hunger for fashion, tempting us with the idea of being able to one day create our own designs for the capitol students, citizens, and even Hunger Games tributes to dawn our clothing. So in the meantime, we worked long hours, had little rest, and even more little pay.

Hours had passed, and Tigris and I miraculously finished the designs Whatnot had asked for. With a wave of her bony hand, she dismissed us, and sliding on our coats we exited her office and made our way out of the office. Upon opening the large glass door to the front of the building, a somewhat scrawny, curly haired blonde man stood waiting with his back turned to us.

“Coryo,” Tigris spoke, and he turned, his eyes lighting up and a smile decorating his face, “What are you doing here?”

He walked over, taking her hand to help her down the last step, “Grandma’am told me you hadn’t come home yet, so I figured I’d come down to wait for you to finish work. I don’t want you walking home alone so late.”

I slipped my hands into my olive green coat, tilting my head slightly towards him. He had a slightly boyish look, with an air of innocence about him. But all the whispers about him were true, he was much more handsome up close.

“Coriolanus,” I smiled, “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”

His attention now switched over to me, a gleam in his eyes highlighting the striking pale blue color, “Pearl Whitegrove. It’s certainly been too long.” With a hand extended, I reached my palm out, placing my fingers carefully over his. Lifting his hand, his lips brushed over my knuckles ever so softly in a formal greeting. How warm his lips were, I thought.

“I hear you’re first in line for the Plinth Prize. You must be ecstatic. Finally, the Snow name is making a comeback.”

His lip curled up in a curt smirk, “Well, yes, I’ve studied hard and hope to be congratulated for my efforts. But all I want is to provide for my family.”

“Right,” I chuckled, glancing over to Tigris whose face slowly became more worried as she tucked herself behind Coriolanus’ back, “The fame and fast track into University would just be a bonus, huh?”

Silence. Just as I thought.

“Well, Coriolanus, I wish you the best of luck. If there’s one thing I know, is that you’ll find a way to succeed one way or another. You’ve got this… hunger in you. It drives you. I think ultimately it’ll guide you to what you want—” Tigris’ hand wrapped around Coriolanus’ arm in attempts to pull him away, “—If you allow it to take over.”

He looked down at her, placing a hand over hers before looking back to me, “Thank you, Pearl. Let’s hope you’re right.”

They turned away, walking towards the main road. Shortly after crossing, a familiar black car pulled up, with a man dressed in a charcoal colored tailcoat stepped out, extending a hand towards the open door for me.

“Yes, Coryo. Let’s.”

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10th Annual Reaping Ceremony

It seems as if a few days went by in a matter of seconds, and before I knew it, the Reaping Ceremony had arrived. In a strange change of heart, Fabricia Whatnot had excused everyone from coming into work that day and instead encouraged us to attend the ceremony.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about my last conversation with Coriolanus Snow. The way his blue eyes shimmered under the dim lights of the street lamps. How thin his frame was, hiding underneath his slightly oversized Academy uniform. His hair was so blonde and curly, a single strand hanging delicately just across his forehead. Every bit of my brain was obsessed with him, and I made it my mission to get him to feel the same.

Taking in a deep breath, I dusted off my golden yellow dress, grabbed my black coat and made my way out the door.

Entering the Academy building I was greeted with a sea of red and blue, students shuffling about the main floor as they met up with friends; greeted teachers. I glanced around in search of a familiar face, when I suddenly felt a hand land cautiously on my shoulder. Turning around, I was greeted with the same pair of eyes that hadn’t left my mind for days.

“Pearl,” His deep voice spoke, “What a surprise.”

Any sort of control I had to stop the smile from forming on my face completely failed me, “Coriolanus, hi.” Be cool. “I see Tigris’ secret project turned out well.”

Coryo furrowed his eyebrows, and I pointed to his shirt. He let out a small laugh, running a hand across his chest, “Oh yes. It came out quite well. I had her make a few modifications—”

“I know, she would always work on it when Whatnot wasn’t around. I figured it was for today.”

His cheeks flushed slightly, embarrassed at the fact that his cousin was scrambling to help him look his best. “So why are you here and not at work?”

We both turned, slowly walking up the staircase towards the ballroom, “Fabricia told us all not to come in and to attend today’s ceremony. She wouldn’t tell us why— I figured Tigris would be here?”

Coriolanus just shook his head, his face blank with confusion. Before he could respond, a short girl with long black hair seemingly appeared out of nowhere, slipping her arm to loop with Snow’s. “Coriolanus! It’s about time the prodigy student showed up.”

Her eyes met with mine, slightly narrowing as she analyzed everything about me. I cocked my eyebrow at her, unwaveringly unbothered by her. Except for the fact that she was about to steal Coriolanus away from me.

“I’m sorry— I’ll find you afterwards?” Snow looked directly at me, an apologetic tone in his voice. Glancing over to the strange girl, I nodded, looking back up at him with a soft smile.

I found my way to an open seat just across from the 24 chairs that had been placed for the graduating honors Academy students. I watched as Snow sat down in the first row, looking around the room before eventually finding me. He smiled as I gave him a small wave, which he returned gladly. A faint sensation of butterflies began to arouse deep in my stomach at the acknowledgement. Damn it. The ceremony began shortly after, with Dr. Volumina Gaul seemingly having crawled her way out of her laboratory and in front of the podium to give an opening speech, before introducing Dean Highbottom. He stood amongst the sea of red dressed Academy students, speaking cryptically about the Plinth Prize and the Reaping Ceremony. Upon reaching the front of the podium he revealed the sudden change; the 24 honor students were to compete as mentors for the tributes as a last attempt to prove their worthiness of the Plinth Prize money.

Gasps echoed throughout the room; mutters of protest and shock as everyone began to look around in desperation. My eyes were glued to Coriolanus’ face, whose jaw gaped ever so slightly in disbelief before looking up at me. I remained still; I didn’t know how to react.

Suddenly two large screens on the wall in front of the students clicked on, playing live footage of the Reaping ceremony. Boys and girls from each District appeared on screen as Highbottom read aloud the names of the tributes, and the student assigned to them. One by one, the tributes were handed out like livestock. I held my breath, terrified to hear Snow’s name, but it almost never came. Not until Highbottom arrived at District 12, assigning him to a girl by the name of Lucy Gray Baird.

My eyes narrowed at the screen as I watched her, analyzing the messily sewn, colorful dress that dawned her tiny figure. She had a natural beauty, but was covered in dirt and poorly applied makeup. She got into an altercation with the man who had just read out her name, which landed her a blow to the face, making her collapse to the floor of the stage she was on.

I whipped my head as the sound of a chair scraping against the floor alerted my senses, seeing now how captivated Coriolanus Snow was to the scene unfolding on the screen before him. Why was he so worried about her?

Anger was now the only emotion raging through me, or perhaps jealousy? Whatever it was, it was interrupted when a soft voice began to sing, echoing throughout the entire room. Everyone’s attention was back onto the screen, watching in a stark silence how Lucy Gray slowly stood back up as she sang some song. Additional voices from various District 12 members rang through before she screamed at the camera, extending her arms and taking a bow.

She is nothing but trouble. I looked back over at Coriolanus, but he didn’t return the glance. She can ruin everything.

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w2soneshots · 1 year ago

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Show -KSI

words: 0.5k+

warnings: none.

summary: you attend one of JJ’s shows.

I escaped from the crowd of fans and finally got into the building. I immediately went to look for JJ's dressing room, once I found it I quickly knocked and he opened the door. "you look incredible." he said pulling me into the room by my waist. "You nervous?" I asked. "nah." he replied. I raised my eyebrows "you sure?" "ok maybe a little." he admitted. "There all here for you, to hear your voice." I said looking up at him. "I love you so much." he said pulling my hips in to him. "I love you too." I said looking up into his eyes.

Simon and Talia had also come to watch JJ perform so after saying good luck to JJ I went to find them. "Hey!" Talia said pulling me into a hug once I found them. "you look stunning!" I said admiring her outfit. I said hi to Simon and we took our seats, we’re placed in a private area where we can see JJ but are away from the fans, so that we can enjoy our night. We waited almost half an hour until the intro to his first song started booming through the speakers and everyone started screaming. He came running out onto the stage just seconds after and the concert began.

Half way through JJ took his shirt off. "look away Simon." Talia said putting her hands over his eyes. we both laughed. The show finished almost half an hour later and everyone began to leave, I went to find JJ. When I got to the dressing room I was in earlier, I practically burst into the room and pulled JJ into a hug. "Im really sweaty." he said pulling away. "I don't care. Im so proud of you, they loved you!" I said with a big smile on my face.

When we got home a little while later, we took a shower and jumped into bed. The next morning I woke up early to make breakfast. I put my headphones on and danced around the kitchen while I made bacon, eggs and toast. I gasped as I felt arms wrapping around my waist. I turned my body around to look into his eyes. "you scared me!" I said, "sorry. That smells good." he said eying the food, I had just plated up.

We ate breakfast then got ready to go to a Sidemen shoot. I usually don't come with JJ to shoots but all the girls will be there and we haven't had a chance to catch up in ages. Once we got there I said hello to the boys and went to find the girls, I went to the green room and found Freya, Faith and Olive (of course). We all said a quick hi and got to chatting, Olive sat on my lap and played with my shirt. "when are you and JJ gonna have one of those?" Faith said hopefully. "I think he's a little busy with the toor at the moment." I said continuing to play with Olive. "Do you want one?" Freya asked. I thought for a moment "yea."

JJs pov:

"When are you gonna put one of those in your missis?" Ethan said pointing to y/n sat with Olive on her lap. "I don't know man." I said keeping my eyes on y/n. "Do you want one?" Ethan asked curiously. "maybe?" I said slightly considering it in my head. "You do!" Ethan said hitting me in the shoulder.

#fanfic #image #sidemen #oneshot #ksi x reader #ksi #jj olatunji #jj

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 2 months ago

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Rewind, Remix & Replay Jay & Kim 6x10

Well, let me start by saying Hi to everyone, and no I’m not dead. This chapter got away with itself and became a lot more than I anticipated and a lot longer than I meant for it too. I didn’t even get everything in it that I wanted to but it’s all good and you guys get a little extra for wait so long and patiently! Hope you enjoy <3

For the next week they are both walking on eggshells, afraid to say or do something that will tip the balance in the wrong direction. It is a new thing for them and grates on their already frazzled emotions. Zoey can feel the upset and starts spending more time in her room instead of in the common areas. They don’t really have time to talk about it because the clusterfuck of a case takes over most of their time leaving them both to stew in the things left unsaid.

When the case finally ends and Jay thinks he has figured out what he wants to say he approaches Kim in the kitchen. She glances up from the pan she is setting on the stovetop. He sees the slump of her shoulders and starts his conversation differently than he had intended. This conversation would go a lot smoother if they weren’t hungry. “Do you want to order in instead?” Kim pressed her lips together and he knew where her mind had gone. They had been eating a lot of takeout the last week. He steps closer. “How about grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with tomato soup?”

It was a quick and easy meal that he made well. It was also one of Kim’s comfort foods. It was the olive branch before the discussion that he knew they had to have. He had been through a million scenarios of what it would look like, what would be the root cause of her meltdown and her shutting him out, but it always ended the same: with him doing whatever it took to fix it.

“Yeah, that actually sounds really good.” Her hand reaches for the bread and Jay slides behind her his long arms reaching it first. His chest brushed against her back. She turns to look at him. The contact is a slight brush but Jay revels in the softness and the smell of her coconut shampoo. They had been sharing a bed for almost two years now and this was the first week they didn’t twine together as soon as they settled in. It was hard to fall asleep with a notable distance between them he didn’t have the energy to close. Jay almost always woke up first and he was feet on the floor ready to go. Now he found himself lingering because inevitably during the night the two always curled up together. He would run his finger through her hair and she would sign and lean into him when he kissed her forehead.

“I’m going to cook. You’re going to sit. Deal?” Kim unconsciously leans back resting her weight against him. It brings Jay comfort his arms circling her waist. She leans just a little more into him. Her hands resting on his forearms thumb rubbing gently at the skin. Jay pressed a kiss to her shoulder giving her a gentle squeeze before nodding his head towards the bar.

Kim sat down and let out a small sigh of relief from being off her feet. Jay busied himself with cooking. His attention was caught when Kim’s phone started chiming insistently, not even finishing the text tone before starting a new one. Kim was looking at the screen head in her hand. “What’s that all about?”

“It’s the group chat.” When Jay looked towards his silent phone to check what the work chat was going on about Kim clarified. “My group chat with my flight attendant friends.” Jay raised his eyebrows encouraging her to continue. “It’s nothing. Allie is just causing a ruckus with the rest of the girls because I’m the only one who can’t go with her to help pick out a dress for her wedding.”

“Why can’t you go?” Jay set the first cooked sandwich in front of her. He had met Allie once. She was a spitfire and always seemed to get what she wanted. The pixielike blonde had given him the harshest integration out of everyone. It was clear she wanted the best for Kim and would let her take no less. Kim had warned him that she was family in every way but blood and was protective to a fault.

He hadn’t expected the girl to sit down and demand Kim leave any more than her giving him a “I told you so” smile and a soft kiss on the cheek before leaving. The lunch had ended with a threat on his life if he ever hurt Kim then she had smiled and left. Jay honestly hadn’t known what to think. Kim had laughed and told him he would have known if Allie hadn’t liked him.

“Well, it’s this Thursday and it’s in Texas to start. It was supposed to be this girl's week starting Saturday, this Saturday- tomorrow- and I was planning on going. Just in all the chaos I forgot to request the time off. Not that it matters, Zoey’s parent-teacher conference is Tuesday and we have so much-”

“I think you should go.” Kim looked up from her phone and into his eyes. Jay could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes before they went downcast and shook her head.

“There is no way to make that happen now. Even if I wanted to go.” And she did want to go. Jay could see it. And she deserved to go. To get away, not be the person who had to worry and take care of everyone else. Something Jay felt guilty about adding stress too. She should enjoy a girl’s week and celebrate a happy occasion with one of her friends that she had since she was eighteen. Allie’s wedding invitation had been on their fridge since arrived three months ago and the wedding wasn’t even until the next year.

“If I can get you this week off, will you go?”

“Jay- What about Zoey?”

“I will go to her parent-teacher conference. I will feed her and make sure she is where she is supposed to be. I got her. I will take care of everything while you are gone. Besides Allie would never forgive me if I didn’t get you there. So, will you go if I can get this time off for you?” A smile twitched at her lips and she gave the slightest of nods but her brown eyes were sparking with eagerness, with hope. It made Jay feel like he had won a prize. He would do anything and everything to keep it. No matter how many favors he had to call in. “Start looking for flights. And eat.” Jay grabbed his phone and headed to the bedroom like a man on a mission.

It only takes Jay forty-five minutes to have everything settled for Kim to have the week off. Jay had found a willing officer to help cover her shifts and Voight had been easily agreeable. He too had noticed Kim’s burnout and simply said she had plenty of Furlow time saved up even with the few weeks she had taken off after Jay’s father had died and for Nicole’s mental health issues.

Jay actually laughed when Kim called on the group chat and told everyone she was going to be able to come after all He could hear the shrieking from across the room. The excitement was contagious as she practically jumped to the bedroom to pack Allie had used some of her flight attendant miles for a ticket late that night.

It was only when Jay had gone to tell her that they had to leave she sobered. Her brown eyes were worried as she sat on the bed. “Jay, about the other night…I-” Jay was quick to pull her out of that headspace.

“It’s okay,” He assured sitting next to her. “Don’t worry about that-or anything. Go have fun. We can figure it out when you get back.”

Kim swallowed her emotions cupping his face in her hands, thumb stroking the rough stubble on his jaw. “Thank you,” She leaned forward and kissed him. It was slow and heartfelt filled with her gratitude and love for him. “I love you.”

Jay isn’t idle l while Kim is gone. He goes full speed to try to fix everything her could that Kim was stressed about. He starts unpacking and putting things where he thinks they should go. He was sure Kim would move most of it around but he wanted all of it out of boxes.

He went to Zoey’s parent-teacher conference. There was a little confusion at first about who he was but they ended up allowing him to do it. The teachers all seemed to focus on one thing- Zoey's less-than-stellar grades. Many stated that they knew Zoey may be having a hard time outside of school (and really, they did sympathize) but her lack of attention and engagement in class was affecting her grades. Jay was honestly fed up with the feedback after the second teacher and was ready to ditch as soon as he could. After making it through her primary five teachers he was heading to the door having had enough.

Jay had just been about to leave when another teacher stopped him. “Mr. Silver!” Jay only stopped because he knew the man was talking to him. Of course, he would assume that Zoey’s father would show up for the parent-teacher conferences. “I was hoping to talk to you about Zoey before you leave as well.”

“Actually, it’s Jay Halstead.” He turned to see a man with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, an industrial piercing in his left ear, and a tattoo peeking up the collar of his shirt. Jay was about to go in his usual spiel of the night but the man smiled at him his eyes alight with recognition even though Jay knew he had never met the man before.

“Oh, of course- Zoey’s uncle.” The man held out his hand and Jay shook it firmly. “Honestly, I should have known you do have a cop walk.” Jay isn’t sure what to say to that particular comment. The man gestures for Jay to come into the last classroom on the left. He finds the room is awash with color bright and dark. Paintings and drawings fill the room. Some are abstract and Jay doesn’t understand because he’s just not an art person. Others a vivid portraits or cartoon animations. It’s not just normal paper or canvas’ either. There is Paper Mache, origami, and a huge glass jar that appears to be half-filled with tiny folded stars. Even the walls and the teacher's desk had been drawn on.

It doesn’t take a detective to know he has walked into an art class.

Jay didn’t even know Zoey was in art. “So, I know Zoey’s had quite the year-” Jay feels his frustration at the day rising. He didn’t know how Kim could handle this school. She had an almost bi-monthly meeting because Zoey was in counseling and was considered an “at-risk” teenager due to the events in the last year. Jay cut the man off,

“Let me guess, she doesn’t apply herself or engage in class and is distracted.” The man looked up in surprise his brows furrowed.

“Uh- No. Actually, I was going to say Zoey has great artistic talent and the creativity she brings to the class is beyond her years. I’m, sure you have seen it in her work.” Jay feels a disoriented mix guilty and proud. “She is an absolute pleasure to have in the class.” Jay shifted relaxing his stance.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know Zoey was in an art class. She has never brought anything home or at least not that I have seen. She’s been struggling in a lot of her primary-other classes.” If the other man had taken an offense his face didn’t show it.

“Ah, I see. I could understand that. Zoey can be- what did you say-distracted? Hmm,” The man shook his head, “No, I wouldn’t say that. More overwhelmed. I don’t run things like a traditional classroom. This is a place of free expression with a more relaxed schedule and rules. We don’t do assignments- we do general briefs with personal interpretations. There are whole class periods she just sits over there and listens to music while she works.” Jay looks over to where the man had gestured. It was a secluded corner. “Her brain is just so busy and she is hypervigilant- in a constant state of fight or flight- it's exhausting and it can make her irritable or shut down.” The man shook his head again, "Of course, I’m sure you understand that five years in the Army, right? 75th division?”

“I’m sorry. Have we met before Mr. Garish?” Jay only knew the other man’s name because it was painted onto his desk in graffiti letters. Jay didn’t usually forget a face but the last year had been pretty rough.

“Right sorry. No, we haven’t Mr. Halstead. I just feel like I know you and your wife through all of Zoey’s work. But then you have never seen it before. That is a real pity and something we will remedy right now. Her final project is just over here. The theme is heroes- with the new Batman movie being released this year. It seemed fitting. This was Zoey’s take on the assignment.”

Jay didn’t know what he was expecting when he rounded the corner. He didn’t expect to see himself. His breath caught in his lungs. The canvas was wide and placed horizontally. Jay and Kim were front and the biggest. Badges strapped to their hips bulletproof vests covering them. Angling behind Kim was the rest of the team. Atwater, Dawson, Ruzek, Upton, Voight, and even Trudy. Then angling back from him was the start of the red mess of Will’s hair and the outline of a stethoscope around his neck. An outline of another- it looked to be Maggie with more space for others.

The picture wasn’t just good. It was amazing. It was clear Zoey had spent a lot of time on it. Down to the scar on Jay’s hand where he was holding the straps of the vest. How had he not known she was talented like this? Why hadn’t she said anything when they were pushing so hard on her for not putting enough effort in for school?

Jay scrubbed a hand down his jaw. Heros. That is how she viewed him and Kim. They were both struggling with the guilt of not supporting Zoey and she was claiming them as heroes. Jay choked back a half sob half laugh.

A sketchbook was being placed in Jay’s hands and he flipped through it wordlessly. There was a picture of him in his military green dog tags hanging from his neck. Kim in the dress she wore to Will’s would’ve been wedding. Trudy behind her desk. Voight standing by the board in intelligence. Kim and Atwater laughing as they pulled their hands back from their special handshake. Jay and Kim curled on the couch together. And so many more.

Garish tilted his hand to beckon him and walked over to a wall of pictures. It was a dark display of colors. He gestured to an abstract work that was all black and various shades of gray. There were bits of shattered glass. One harsh contrast of burgundy red curved through the center. “This was for an assignment about parents. Hard to believe it’s from the same girl, isn’t it? Your niece has a lot of stuff going on and she isn’t always good about talking about it. But a picture is worth 100 words. I think it’s clear how she views who is important to her- who her family is. I hope you will encourage her to continue to draw. Give her that quiet space alone to process. I think she will surprise you. I would love to see her in another class next semester.”

“You will.” Jay's blue eyes were misty as he reached out and shook the man’s hand again his voice thick with emotions and gratitude. “Thank you.”

The next day while Zoey is at school Jay pulls her furniture out of her room putting her mattress on the living room floor. Jay taps off the trim and puts down a drop cloth. Zoey looks slightly freaked out when she gets home to see the displacement of her things. Jay just smiles at her. “I know you have been having a hard time picking a color for your room.”

“So, you just painted it white?” Zoey guessed dropping her backpack on the living room floor and following Jay’s long strides to her room.

“Not exactly.” Zoey froze in her doorway. The walls were indeed white but there were tubs of paint on the floor. “I talked to your art teacher. I think you should customize it the way you want. You have a lot of talent.” Zoey tucked her hair behind her ear not sure what to say. But Jay doesn’t expect her to say anything and turns to leave and give her privacy. He paused turning again, “I have one more thing for you.” He gestured towards the box on the floor.

Zoey hesitantly went over to pick it up. It was noise-canceling headphones. Jay smiled knocking his fist on the wood of the door jamb before leaving. He had called Mouse on deployment to ask which ones were the best. He knew his best friend wouldn’t disappoint.

Zoey pulled them on and smiled when her world went blissfully silent.

Jay had just sat down to watch the game. He was in his sweatpants and jersey. Ice-cold beer in his hand and a paper plate full of the best pizza this side of town. He had kicked his feet up on the coffee table sinking back into his couch. His peace and relaxation was short-lived by a knock on his door. He sighed in frustration but went up anyway.

Jay was surprised to see his brother on the other side of his door large duffle bag thrown over his shoulder. He looked dejected and lost. Jay had just dropped him off at the hospital earlier that day after finally being released from witness protection.

“She didn’t want me there man.” Jay opened the door wider.

“Pizza is on the table, beer is in the fridge, Sea Hawks are on the TV and the couch is open.”

Okay so I am tempted- so tell me if you would be interested. A little random chapter of Jay's first meeting with Allie? I think it could be super fun to write. What does everyone think?

#chicago pd #jay halstead #kim burgess #kim burgess x jay halstead #jay halstead x kim burgess #jay halstead and kim burgess #jake x kate #jake and kate #burgstead

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wingingitonwheels · 3 months ago

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Getting there…November 2024

Wohoo!!! Here we go again!

1017 days. That’s the last time I sat at Heathrow Terminal 5, when I sacked my employers, jumped in the car and bolted to South America on a wing and a prayer. The drama filled days that preceded that trip are happily behind me. What a holiday, cos let’s face it, that’s what it was! I came home 131 days later, still having no clue what I’d do next. I always promised myself that having chosen to be a young mum, I’d do what most people do when the fledglings had flown. So that’s what I did!

As my next career plan hadn’t yet solidified, I started a job in the autumn of 2022 was as pants as the previous, only a different colour, style and fabric, but pants nonetheless. I had another soul-destroying 3-month notice period inflicted on me, and on finishing, had the long-anticipated bi-compartmental knee replacement to rebalance the metal in me, became a freelance consultant, resumed my sports and remedial therapy business and tried to adapt to a new world where cycling no longer featured.

I still have the same number of teeth but I have replaced the metal in that tooth with 4 different kinds of implants in my knee. My jaw has collapsed and I am very much looking forward to a Hannibal Lecter mouthguard when I get home. I have a fracture in my left metacarpal sustained after a freak bullseye hit from an industrial sized luggage strap buckle on it before an event. And luckily, what felt like a popped rib, sustained after my regular daily session of Greco-Roman Wrestling has calmed down. As caring about the weight of my bike and bags is no longer a topic of discussion (I am no longer fast and light, rather slow and heavy) I’ve bought with me hoarded drugs of all kinds and around 200 needles to get stuck into should the urge take me. Otherwise, not much has changed!

The body is an amazing pile of cells. It’s 8 months since I last cried about my knee, whilst it seems it will always hurt and never be good, it probably won’t get any better and hopefully won’t get any worse. On balance, there’s plenty of awful things that happen to people and in terms of knees, I’m just the first in a long line of my network who are likely to be getting similar at some point. The knee now marks my 12th operation since 2006! Still just about standing 😄

Which leads me to here. I’m sat in São Paulo, watching the world go by at Aeroporto Internacional de Guarulhos on a dull and wet day, only different from home because it’s warmer and people are not speaking English. Later today, I’ll lie in my apartment and listen to the tropical birds as they serenade each other. This is, after all, right on the edge of the Amazon (i like to think so anyway!). I’ll make a friend of my taxi driver again, this time, Rodriguez, and this time I’ll attempt pigeon Portuguese. He’ll tell me how the roads are flooded and the F1 Grand Prix was delayed. Keane will play on the radio and I’ll tell him I sat next to their producer and that the whole band and entourage were on my flight. Ace!

I stink, as I’ve been dragging round my adventure steed for nearly 24 hours. Martini’s a titanium adventure bike and much to my disgust, has a pannier rack and panniers (Olive and Espresso) tucked away in the mountain bike cardboard box which adorns her, covered in “FRAGILE” tape and weighing in at 22.5kg fully loaded. I upsized her tyres from 32 to 35, then 38 and finally 42c. They now weigh a massive 518 grams each! My additional travel companions are here too: there’s my old faithfuls, my Antler Star Wars Suitcase (think storm trooper) and Monkey 2, my old backpack which has come with me to Greece, across the Americas and around Wales. They’ll both shortly meet their maker as the bike box is cut into little pieces, at the point when I finally will have figured out where I’m going to begin this adventure. It’s fair to say that this trip, I am completely self-sufficient to the point I can even start a fire using steel and flint. That could be fun! The most exciting edition to this trip is the camera and two lenses. They are the heaviest items I’m carrying so I’ll have to do them some justice.

I decided on the plane that my personal transformation is complete. I’ve convinced myself I look like a bad ass ninja explorer, in black zip off trousers, black merino t-shirt and merino hoodie and to finish off the look, black merino socks. Nobody is going to mess with me. That is more attributable to being older so even less of a target for the supposed opportunistic bandits hanging out on every corner of Patagonia. There was definitely a time I dressed up to travel but alas, those times are gone. Whilst I have more clothing with me than last trip, that’s only by one t-shirt, an extra pair of knickers and a bikini. But 47 days of the same clothes! It’s not really befitting of a lady from Windsor who went to a convent (spell check just corrected that to concentration camp 😂).

I’m only in São Paulo because I first thought I’d ride Brazll. Chile kept calling me, haunting me as I’d not been able to get in during 2022 due to their IT systems and COVID. The impact of this indecision is I sit, waiting 6 hours now to get into an apartment where I’ll hang out until early tomorrow, when I’ll either jump on a plane, either to Santiago or Puerto Montt.

The hesitation around those plans is that the weather from Puerto Montt south until further notice looks like the end of the world (I guess it would because it is!). I’m not thrilled about the extreme likelihood of being completely wet through for 2 weeks, camping and riding through deep mud on unpaved roads the length of the UK. It seems torturous that just a hop, skip and jump across the Andes back into my old friend Argentina, the Patagonian desert is bone dry, windy yes, but also 25 degrees! It’s fair to say that as I sit here pontificating, it could go one of 4 ways. I’ve not lost my ability to wing it even if I’ve lost my fitness. Yes, everything will be okay!

My next biggest worry is which virus is likely to get me. I don’t know what it is about airports but I seem to attract travellers who sit down next to me and leak snot from every orifice. Do they sit down and quietly dispose of it into a tissue? No. They chug it down, project it in all directions and snort as if no one’s listening. I feel for them, I really do. Just go somewhere else. Perhaps that they want to let everyone know how unwell they are. Or to make others suffer “I’m about to have a shitty time on my trip, so come join me in my misery”. It happened at Heathrow and now again here. I wouldn’t mind but they seem to come find me. Why? And as if on queue, my ears detect I’m sat in infested corner…time to move…

For today and to this end, much like the last trip, I’ll get to my apartment, listen to the sounds of the city, the rain gently falling as tyres cut through puddles on the noisy street below. Sirens will erupt and accentuate the rhythm of the city. I’ll pick up my Spanish lessons and as I fall to sleep, mull over what the heck I’m going to do tomorrow.

In the morning, I’ll surreptitiously manoeuvre between duty free make up counters, slather up on moisturiser and perfume, and lament the time that will pass until I see them again. Victoria’s Secret will look down on me in disgust as I pass wearing one of the two pairs of knickers that will be my closest friends tor 7 weeks. I’ll know that I will definitely make it to Santiago but Puerto Montt? Who bloody knows? 😄

#michelle lee #cyclingtheamericas #not afraid #carretera

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writings-by-fairy · 1 year ago

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Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 1,823

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: On college break, Oliver and Cooper relieve some tension after being so busy.

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Fall break, finally. Despite going to the same school and seeing each other every day, Cooper and Oliver were so excited to be home together. Midterms had kicked their asses and they both were working so hard every day. It was Friday night when they got back from college. The Otto’s swarmed the two boys showering them with love and fake annoyance that they were back, Oliver could not stop smiling. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until they started the journey back home.

Because it was so late, the greetings were short lived. “Look, I’m glad you two are back but mama needs her beauty rest.” Oliver and Cooper giggled at classic Katie Otto before they retreated downstairs to the basement. They changed into their cheesy, matching pajamas (Cooper’s idea) and put on some music in the background. They laughed in hush as they recalled the memories their first semester gave them: Cooper joining a frat by accident and liking it (then being asked to move in by the president because he liked Cooper so much), the LGBT club approaching Oliver and saying its obvious, Oliver crying because he saw a squirrel eat a piece of popcorn (the stress of midterms was getting to him…hard).

As Oliver was rambling on about some guy in his pre-law club who kept saying “do you know who my dad is?”, Cooper couldn’t help his eyes from wondering down to Oliver’s lips. He listened intently even responding with an occasional gasp or “you’re so right”. Eventually, Cooper looked back up at Oliver’s eyes.

Cooper leaned in and softly kissed Oliver. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, letting the music wrap its warm sounds around them, gentle hands resting upon different parts of the body.

“Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed this. Everyday I thought about you.” Oliver groaned; he truly did miss this. With everything going on at school: studying, joining one of the most active clubs on campus, going to Cooper’s frat parties even when he has an 8am the next day, and so much more, he did not have time to really hang out one on one with him. They still had to be careful in the frat, Cooper was new and barely knew these guys and also did not want to hear “Just so you know, I’m not into you but I am okay with the whole being gay thing.” Sigh.

“Yeah…well, what did you think about, hmm?” He slowly pushed Oliver back on the couch until he had him pinned; he held Oliver’s hands by his head as he laid a couple kisses along his jawline. “Go on, Babyboy, tell me everything.”

Oliver blinked hard and slowly, trying to clear his mind but couldn’t. “I-I would uhm…” He trailed off but soon felt his cheeks go hot when he started to think about what he used to think and do. Cooper’s grip got tighter on his wrists, and he knew that meant hurry up. “I would think of you.”

“Well, I would sure hope so.”

“I would think about you on top of me.”

“Like this?” Coope rolled his hips slightly making Oliver moan and arch his back up. He did this for a little while before sucking marks onto Oliver’s neck. “Go on.” He continued a trail down the visible neck.

“Yeah uhm, then I would…ohhhh.”

Cooper pulled away completely staring down at Oliver with faux disappointment, but it felt real in the moment. “Do I have to stop or are you going to finish what you were saying?” Cooper sat up and beside Oliver as he asked the question, he looked away “uninterested” as if we get up and walk away at any moment.

Oliver scrambled up and onto his knees beside Cooper, his nimble fingers clinging to Cooper’s arm.

“No, please, no, no, no, I’ll be good. I will tell you every though I had, everything I did to myself, oh please!” By the end, Oliver was basically crying but it seemed Cooper could not care less (though he did, greatly. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and caress his face and wipe away the few tears that escaped.

Cooper looked as though he was pondering something significant, he turned towards Oliver and pushed the disheveled boy to lay back on the couch. Oliver fell back with obedience: he propped himself up on his elbows and legs spread so he could look at Cooper. His brain tried to think of what was going to come next: was Cooper going to crawl up between his legs and fuck him like no tomorrow? Was he going to give Oliver a blow job? Was he going to leave him there high and dry and see how long it takes Oliver to start actually begging? God, he hoped anything but that.

Cooper could see the ongoing battle of anxiety of what was to come war on in Oliver’s head. “I have a better idea than you just telling me what you did and thought.” Oliver looked into Cooper’s eyes, not a coherent thought could be formed, what was he going on about? “How about you show me?”

Oliver’s mind went blank. Show him…how do…I can’t…but I really could. They stayed there in silence for a moment, Oliver couldn’t help but feel exposed about this idea; touching himself in front of his boyfriend while he just watched but oh did the vulnerability feel so good.

“Yes, so uhm, typically it would start after I got off the phone with you or I would just be laying in my bed at night, alone. Then I would start thinking.”

“Go on. Tell me what you would think about.”

Oliver started to push his shirt up to his chin exposing his torso. “I would think about how you touch me. How you would trail hickeys down my neck and chest and thighs, how you were marking me as your own. I would think about how well you take care of me.” Oliver looked down sheepishly, he didn’t know why that last part felt so intimate for even his boyfriend but it was true. He would think about how Cooper protected him from the rumors at the frat, how he would walk Oliver to class when get possible, how he would only let Oliver walk on the inside of the sidewalk, just every little thing Cooper did to make Oliver feel safe and well cared for.

Cooper couldn’t help but feel his chest puffed up with love and somewhat pride that he could make his boyfriend feel so loved and protected. Call him cocky.

Oliver started to lightly trace down his neck and go down to his nipples. “Then I would think about how you would tease my nipple softly.” He finally brought his hand down softly to his right nipple and started rubbing roughly. “Then usually you would start to leave hickeys on the other one so I had to improvise.” Cooper was a little confused by what he meant but soon found out exactly what he meant; Oliver brought his other hand down so now he was pinching and twisting roughly. Oliver was rolling his hips up and down hoping for friction but got nothing.

Cooper felt his mouth water and hand twitch with the need to just touch the angelic boy in front of him. Instead, he turned completely towards Oliver resting his back against the arm rest and started to palm himself. He groaned softly.

Oliver kept this up for a few minutes before finally reaching his hands down to his plaid pajama pants. He lifted his hips up to push them to his thighs before reaching down to start touching himself. Cooper did not like his view being abstracted so he leaned over and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Oliver gasped and his eyes flew open: he hadn’t even thought about his pants being in the way, he was just doing muscle memory.

“Good boy.”

Oliver moaned, loudly; he realized his mistake when he saw Cooper’s worried face. He calmed his breather before he reached down and started to jerk himself off. He soon became extremely aware of the situation: Oliver almost completely naked touching himself while his boyfriend watching his every move completely clothed. Feeling displayed made the whole situation hotter.

Oliver continued to slowly jerk himself off while twisting his nipple. He was trying so hard not to make a noise, but it was so hard. There was so much pleasure coursing through Oliver: the physical pleasure, the pleasure of looking up at Cooper who was moaning slightly, just the pleasure of finally being with Cooper one on one, just everything was too much but not enough. “Oh fuck Cooper.” Oliver hissed out and twitched his legs.

“Not yet.” Cooper knew the infamous leg twitch, he was close as well but want to watch Oliver whine and huff. Oliver went to pull his arm away to help himself from coming. Suddenly a sharp pain formed on the inner side of his thigh, he looked up at Cooper and registered that he slapped Oliver’s thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oliver blinked a few times then opened his mouth to respond but let out a quiet sorry and continued what he was doing. It was slightly painful now but it still felt so good. He looked up to Cooper with pleading eyes but was ignored. He almost started crying.

Cooper started to pick up his hand movements and panting. Oliver looked down and say a dark spot start to grow, that’s when he started whining more with tears falling softly down his face. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!

Oliver’s eyes rolled back as the edging was beginning to cross the line to overstimulation. “Keep you eyes on me.” Oliver groaned as he forced his eyes to Cooper’s, Cooper decided to take pity on his boy when he saw the red cheeks and tears streaming down his face. “Go ahead.”

Oliver let out a yell but he couldn’t care less, it felt so good. He started breathing heavy after he came, he couldn’t help his eyes from falling shut. He could hear Cooper shuffle around the basement and him change his pants. He heard his footprints walk away but could not open his eyes to see where his boyfriend was off to.

Oliver was jerked awake from his sleep (he didn’t even know he fell asleep) when a cold washcloth wiped across his torso to clean up the cum. Oliver smiled gently, he felt so loved. Cooper threw the washcloth somewhere on the floor near the couch and maneuvered Oliver to big spoon him. He leaned up and kissed Oliver’s temple the snuggled into Oliver’s back.

Oliver felt warm all over before sleep took over the both of them.

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anonymousewrites · 7 months ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Poor Daniel

Summary: (Y/N) gets a nice break from being the one involved in trouble.

“(Y/N), if I theoretically asked you to use your shadows to scare someone—”

“No,” said (Y/N), popping a tomato into their mouth.

“Pleeeeeeeease?” said Lucifer. “I have the best idea for a prank on Detective Douche, and it would be amazing if you could scare him.”

(Y/N) gave him a deadpan look. “No.”

“I would owe you,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) considered. “No. You still owe me for taking Trixie back home.”

“I thought you were doing that to be nice,” said Lucifer.

“To Trixie.” They held out a hand. “Money please.”

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before giving them ten dollars. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” said (Y/N).

“Now will you help?” said Lucifer.

“No, I’m busy,” said (Y/N). “Due to Celestial bullshit—”

“Language,” scolded their father.

“—I’m behind on my collection, so I’ve got to finish that.”

Lucifer sighed. “Fiiiiiine. Will you at least come to the celebratory party I’m hosting at the end of it tonight?”

“Are you playing a prank that goes on all day?” said (Y/N).

Lucifer looked a bit too pleased with himself. “Of course.”

“…Why?”

“Because he shot me,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) considered. “Fair enough. I’ll come to the party.”

“Bring all your friends!” said Lucifer. “It’s going to be quite the event~.” He nearly skipped out of the room.

Poor Daniel, thought (Y/N).

“(Y/N), why did we pass a bunch of people discussing ‘lines’ and carrying guns on the way up?” said Marcel.

“Is the Lux having a movie-themed party tonight?” said Leon.

“If I’d have known, I would have dressed up like a Hollywood starlet from back in the day,” said Olive.

“Do you have something like that in your wardrobe?” said Noa.

“Duh,” said Olive, smiling.

“I think Lucifer was playing something today,” said Em.

“Yeah, torturing Dan,” said (Y/N).

“Detective…Douche, right?” said Marcel.

“Don’t call him that to his face, but yeah,” said (Y/N), nodding.

“Why is Detective Dan being ‘tortured?’ ” said Leon.

“He shot my dad a while ago after finding out he was the devil, so my dad is pranking him—torturing him—in return,” said (Y/N).

“Ah, so he’s getting what’s coming to him,” said Em. “I’m not surprised.”

“He’s going to be fine, just a little…shaken,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“Which of us is from Hell?” said Em.

(Y/N) just grinned and winked, and Em’s cheeks turned red. “Now, who wants to go to the after-torture-party?”

“Me!” chorused the Four Horsemen and Em.

The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club watched in amusement as poor Dan screamed and ran around as everyone around him “shot” and bled and fell. They were sitting “stage left” with Lucifer, who was grinning and was nearly rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain. Poor, suffering Dan even had to watch Maze “die.”

“Alright, time for me to enter!” chirped Lucifer, straightening his collar. He stepped out.

“Daniel! What did you do?” said Lucifer, fawning shock.

“I don’t know!” said Dan, almost crying. “I-I was just trying to help.”

“Well…” Lucifer tsked. “Now you see that sometimes when you’re trying to do the right thing, other people who don’t deserve it end up getting shot.”

“…What?” said Dan, voice trembling.

“Oh, I’m sorry, guys.” One of the “bodies” laughed and sat up. “I couldn’t hold it any longer. My arm was falling asleep.” Dan stared in shock.

Mazikeen laughed and sat up. “You should have seen the look on your face.”

Everyone laughed and got up as Dan’s fear and bewilderment grew.

“Bravo, bravo, bravo!” Lucifer clapped. “Job absolutely well done! As promised, wrap party starts now! There’s an open bar, food trucks in the back. Give yourself a pat on the back, people. That was—” He gave them a kiss.

Everyone cheered as the lights went on, and music started to play. Some people went for food, some for drinks, and others for the dancefloor. Dan stood, still confused, in the middle of the actors still clothed in fake blood.

“Guess we can join,” said Marcel, grabbing Leon’s hand and heading for the food.

“Time to dance!” said Olive, pulling Noa with her.

“I’m going to grab some food, want some?” said Em.

“Sure, I’m going to make sure Dan isn’t too messed up right now,” said (Y/N).

“Even on your off day you’re making sure everyone’s alright,” said Em.

“Ew, don’t make it a job,” grumbled (Y/N), heading down the stairs. Despite their grumbling, though, they wanted to get to Dan at the same time Lucifer did (the poor guy couldn’t take much more).

“Countless hours of meticulous planning, dozens of favors called in, so many Easter eggs from our previous adventures,” said Lucifer, pleased with himself as he sat down next to Dan. He patted his arm. “Did you spot them all? 5,004,157 dollars spent. Totally worth it!”

“All of this. The dog, the wreck,” said Dan. “I woke up this morning with no clothes on next to a dead body.”

“Daniel Espinoza, naked and afraid,” said Lucifer, handing him a drink. “Cheers!” They both took a drink (one in celebration, the other in relief).

“I don’t understand how you pulled it off, man,” said Dan. “Even you couldn’t control everything.”

“Well, the hardest part was making sure the Detective wasn’t involved, hence all the illegalities you wouldn’t want to share with her,” said Lucifer.

“And I wouldn’t help,” said (Y/N), appearing on the other side of Dan. “How you doing?”

“I-I’m alive-I-What-You-You knew?” said Dan.

“I tell them everything,” said Lucifer, grinning.

“You were too proud of yourself to keep it a secret,” corrected (Y/N) with a grin.

Dan groaned. “But…But how did you know what I would do?”

Lucifer smiled. “Because I know you, Daniel. At every opportunity to quit, I knew that your oafish optimism would keep you going.” Surprisingly, it was a compliment wrapped in…something else. “I supposed I realized that whenever you’re given a choice, you always at least try and do the right thing.”

Dan scoffed, but it wasn’t entirely angry. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. It’s crazy, but I think I needed this.”

So he’s doing well enough to be introspective, thought (Y/N). Lucifer, however, looked confused.

“I’ve been in a really weird place for a long time,” said Dan. “And I think I’m through it now. I—I can’t explain it. But you really helped me.” He smiled.

“Oh.” Lucifer frowned. “Well, that’s not why I did this at all.”

It was Dan’s turn to frown. “Well, then why did you do all this?”

“Because you fucking shot me, Daniel,” said Lucifer.

They both stared into space and took another drink. (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

Adults are such drama queens. “Well, now that you two are done with this pettiness, you two can put this whole Devil-gun-drama behind you, alright?”

“In my defense, it’s a lot,” said Dan.

“Not really,” said (Y/N), smiling. “That’s pretty much the tip of the iceberg.”

“I know about God. And Charlotte. And Not-Charlotte.” Dan shivered.

“Oh, yeah, that. Man, that was a long time ago,” said (Y/N).

Dan paled. “There’s more?”

(Y/N) grinned. “Wait until you find out about me nearly ending the world.” Dan stared. (Y/N) hopped down from the bar stool and walked back to their friends.

Lucifer poured another drink for Dan. He eagerly drank it. Poor Daniel.

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onwiththestories · 8 months ago

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A little story idea! Let me know if you'd want more

She had just gotten a perm and a mani-pedi. Her long, brown hair was in loose, ringlet curls, her fingers and toes in a flawless french manicure, and she was ready to hit the town. First, though, she was thirsty and wanted a smoothie. So she put on her sunglasses and headed out of the nail salon. She had light green eyes and fair skin, so on this summer’s day she had to be quick to not get burned by the same sun that hurt her eyes as she ran to the car, those cute curls bouncing behind her.

She made it to the car without incident and drove herself to the smoothie shop where she got a ‘lean machine’ smoothie. Not because she wanted to lose weight, but because it tasted the best. She sat at a table and browsed her phone while she sipped. She sighed at all the news on her media feeds. Nothing but trouble. Terrible things happening to good people all over the world.

Did she really have a right to go out and spend the money her uncle gave her so frivolously when people were suffering and dying? What else could she do? She just felt guilty. So she put her phone away and picked the book out of her purse instead, going back to War of the Worlds because she’d never finished it in high school, and recently found it in a used bookstore. The book itself was adorable, small enough to fit in her purse with a lovely blue suede cover, but the contents within were her goal.

‘No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man’s and yet as mortal as his own;-’

And so she read for a good forty five minutes or so until she finished her drink. She was several pages deep before she was making noise with the last dredges of the smoothie, and so packed it in with a little clippable bookmark that looked like a fish. She checked the time on her little Casio calculator watch and sighed. It was getting late. If she wanted to get to that steakhouse before it got too busy, she’d have to call up her friends and go now.

They’d planned to go out and get some drinks (she’d be the designated driver, though) for a few months now, and since she got a lot of money from her great-uncle as an early 30th birthday present, she decided today was the day to spoil herself and go out with friends.

However, when she left the shop, squinting her eyes against the sun, she found herself not outside, but in what looked like a set from her father’s old sci-fi TV shows.

Wh- What?

“Ah, Captain! Welcome back!” said a deep, rich voice. There was no way that voice was real.

“Where am I? Wait- Captain?” She asked, “Hold on, what’s- what’s going on here?”

She turned to look at where that voice came from and was met with a face that would sear itself into her memory for all time. Raven locks, flawless olive skin, deep brown eyes, and a smile that made her knees weak. His smile became concerned.

“Captain, are you feeling alright?” He asked.

“Wait a second, why are you calling me captain?”

“That’s- that’s you, Captain Sarah Walters of the SRMS Dauntless.”

She just blinked, “That’s my name, but I'm not-”

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brasideios · 2 years ago

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WIP Wordsearch Game

I was tagged by @sleeplessincarcosa, thank you my dear!

My words are: help, eye, sit, hair and touch.

This was pretty fun - like a tour of my own WIPs :)

Help

From A Story Set in Sparta [I really must choose a better title for this project!]

It was dark as Adimantos passed out of the village, having slipped through the sleeping streets, the cold wind of early spring sharp on his skin – but he was used to that, used to ignoring it, bearing it stoically, like everything else. His thin cloak, something between a winter and summer garment not sufficient to either season, did little to help. The mountains, his destination, were at a distance as he slipped over fences and through long, empty avenues of olive trees, passing the small houses on individual lots, the kleroi, where the helots who worked the fields eked out an existence. All was quiet, no lights shone; they knew better than to draw attention at night with the ever-present threat of the krypteia – and with something of a start, it occurred to him once again that that was him right now. They feared his passing; it was his footsteps in the night that made the women hold their children a little closer.

Eye

This snippet is from a kind of breakaway piece of Arity - I have no idea where it fits, if at all, though I suspect it will end on the cutting room floor.

I found myself at five in the morning, or thereabouts, in the back seat of Brett’s four-wheel drive. Naturally, Jake has pushed himself in next to me; another guy Rowan, sits on the other side of him; and Brett and Luke are sitting in the front. They’re talking, at length, about breaks in New South Wales. I’ve tuned out, and am looking out at the ocean as the sky starts to lighten, and the water turns a very dark, rich green. I’m distracted when Jake’s hand slips casually along my calf, as he reaches (allegedly) to pick up his water bottle from by our feet. I look into his eyes, and he grins, a mocking kind of smile that says, you are so mine. I feel a shiver across the nape of my neck – it may well be a draft, it’s very cold again this morning – but I take it as an omen. I move my leg away from his hand, and give him a look that says, No matter how hot you may be, no matter how much you might strut around, there's no way I'm giving in to you. But I let myself smile too, because I don’t mean ever.

Sit

From the last scene that I added to Arity before I fell in a hole with it:

The coffee shop he chose was on the foreshore of Langarrin, the bottom floor of a high rise with woven cane chairs and dark wood everywhere. Elaborate ceiling fans whirred slowly, doing less than one would wish to cool the room. We sat in a booth on one side beneath one of them, for all the good it did us. It was busy that morning, with many people coming and going. Jimmy would nod or raise a hand now and then, but no one interrupted us. He ate like he hadn’t seen a meal in three days, and was finished long before I’d picked my way through the pancakes I’d ordered. He took the opportunity, sitting back with his cup of coffee in his hand, to say, ‘You wanted to know about my family.’ I nodded. ‘Only if you’re comfortable talking about it, though.’ He waved that off. ‘I told you my parents were older?’ ‘You did; and that you never knew your grandparents.’ He nodded, looking into his cup. After a long moment, he said quietly, ‘It’s hard to know where to start, actually.’ ‘Wherever feels right,’ I said encouragingly. ‘I’m listening.’

Hair

Another from A Story Set in Sparta:

The grasses shivered as the wind passed through them, the mountain above glimmering in the heat, the horses cropping the grass and flicking at insects with their tails and an occasional shake of the head. He ran a hand along the flank of the bay colt, still young, still clumsy and all legs, who flinched at his touch but watched him boldly, with one eye. He closed his own eyes, feeling the breeze blow his long hair away from his face, and stirring his beard. The colt suddenly nickered and dashed away across the field, and Brasidas opened his eyes in time to see the colt reach his mother, calmly grazing at the crest of the hill.

Touch

From Newcastle 1929:

Fred went out to open up. There was always a bit of a rush from the regulars, the women whose homes lined the streets around them – small workers cottages, from the end of the last century; but that morning, a man came into the store in this first rush of women. They looked up at him sideways – he was head taller than any of them, and had wild blonde hair touched with red. He was obviously down at heel. Fred felt his heart sink even before he spoke. He saw him visibly square his shoulders and swallow his pride, before asking in a broad Scots accent, ‘Can y’ spare my family anything, lad? We’ve gone two days with nought to eat.’ He gestured at the doorway, in which two small girls stood, their eyes wide. ‘I’m sorry,’ Fred said, sighing deeply, and meaning it. ‘We may have something at the end of the day. Come back then.’ The man studied his face a moment, then nodded once. ‘Thank y’. I will.’ When he’d gone back outside, John stuck his head in from the kitchen. ‘You shouldn’t encourage them. You know there won’t be enough for even half who come.’ Fred only shrugged at his father, unrepentant.

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Your words if you choose to accept them (lol) are: Spare, situation, certain, real and question.

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