#we have our names on our doors and she pointed out ‘wow there’s someone named jasper??’

[sevenines]

i legitimately got “i like your shoelaces”ed irl. i was showing a friend my dorm and she made a hesitant joke about how ‘haha the floor is red… like a children’s hospital….’ and i took the bait with ‘of course, it’s perfect color theory’ and we both just. looked at each other before she dropped it on me

[coldfanbou]

Manor: Shared Fun

New Manor part with a little fun with Moonbyul and Nayeon. Maybe Nayeon is going to take up Moonbyul in the future.

Length 2.3K

Mreader X Moonbyul X Nayeon

You open the door to your new home. It’s a good-sized apartment named after Moonbyul; something meant to hide you. Moonbyul pushes past you, walking into the new apartment, “Oh wow, this is pretty nice. I should’ve asked you to get me a place like this.” The detective looks around the apartment building, scanning the new furniture. “You’ve got pretty good taste,” she says, sitting herself down on the sofa. “When you handed me that list, I had no clue what I was looking at, but I see if I ever need to get someone to redecorate my place, I can call you. There should be some beer in the fridge.” 

“Yeah, If you need it, I can always help. It’s the least I can do,” you reply, heading to the kitchen and returning with a few beers. You hand one to Moonbyul, who quickly cracks it open, and you offer the other to Nayeon. She hesitantly accepts it, opening it and taking a sip before recoiling. 

Moonbyul points and laughs at Nayeon, “Haha! You can’t drink!”

“I can, too!” Nayeon yells back, taking a long drink from the can. She keeps the alcohol in her mouth, struggling to swallow. She manages to but grimaces. 

Moonbyul continues laughing, “You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.” She sips her drink, letting out a long breath as she relaxes. “Hey, you don’t mind if I stay here for the night, do you? I kind of just want to drink and relax.”

“You’re more than welcome to stay the night.” The three of you sit in the living room drinking until you grow tired. From there, you head to your bedroom and Nayeon to hers. You hand Moonbyul a couple of blankets for her to use as she sleeps on the couch. 

You lay awake in bed, though, unable to go to sleep. Leaving home was something you had imagined would occur because of different circumstances. You sigh and take a deep breath as you stare at the ceiling. You’re tired and want to rest, but something gnaws at you. You wonder where exactly things went wrong. Your ex cheating was the big explosion, but where had you gone wrong? 

A knock on your door breaks your train of thought. You get out of bed and walk to the door, opening it. It’s Nayeon. Her nightgown stretches to the floor; she’s clutching part of it in her hands. “Hey, I can’t sleep. Do you mind if I slept with you? You know…we’re both going through the same thing I thought-”

“I get it, Nayeon. Come in.” You walk back to bed and climb in; Nayeon follows. She faces you, staring at you silently for a few minutes before huffing. “So we’re on our own now.”

“Yeah, we are. What are we going to do?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, I guess so. There’s something else too. I-I want to date…you.” Nayeon’s voice goes to a whisper at the end of her sentence, growing shy as you linger on a response. “Say something.”

“I appreciate that, Nayeon, the thought that is. I don’t know if I’m ready to date yet. This isn’t a no; it’s just…I don’t know. We have so much to do now that we’re alone. I want you around, though; I just don’t know if I’m ready. And don’t think this is about sex; it’s not. I’m just- we’re going through a lot.”

Nayeon sighs but smiles at you. “I know.” She cups your cheeks. “I just think being in a relationship with you puts my mind at ease, you know? Like, I have someone to really rely on. I’ll stay with you; let’s just not put a label on ourselves then. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good.” You pull Nayeon in, holding her against you. She digs her head into your chest, smiling as you both become drowsy and fall asleep. You hold Nayeon as you continue to chat, your words slowly becoming mumbles as you find comfort in Nayeon.

The following morning, you wake up with Nayeon in your arms, facing away from you but keeping her body next to yours. She used your arm as a pillow, drooling on it as she slept. You sneak away, getting out of bed and leaving the room. 

In the living room, you find Moonbyul lying face down on the floor. Her blanket barely covered her nude form. It covered her top half but left her ass wholly uncovered. You drag the blanket over her, covering her body before heading to the kitchen. You check through the fridge, but you don’t see any food. “What are you looking for?” You look over your shoulder and see Moonbyul standing behind you, still naked. She rubs her eyes and repeats her question.

Your eyes are glued to Moonbyul’s body, taking in every curve. “I, uh,” you shake your head and start again, “I was looking for food, but I guess I need to go grocery shopping.” 

“Yeah, you’ll need to do that handsome.” Moonbyul pats your chest and pokes her head, seeing an empty fridge except for some beers. 

“Ya! What are you two doing?” You look over and see Nayeon standing at the kitchen entrance. “Moonbyul! Why are you naked?”

Moonbyul looks down, noting that she was naked. “Is there a problem with that? I like sleeping like this.” A smile creeps onto Moonbyul’s face, “Ah, are you jealous?” Moonbyul reaches into your shorts, grabs your cock, and strokes it slowly. “He’s already hard. I guess he liked what he saw.” Moonbyul says, teasing Nayeon. 

“He’s like that because of me! I was right next to him all night.” Nayeon says as she grabs the bottom of her gown and lifts it over her head. Both women were naked now, and seeing their bodies got you hard. Nayeon walks over to you and pulls down your shorts before grabbing your cock. “You’re hard because of me, right?” You’re silent, only able to groan the women’s names as they stroke your cock.

“I’m sure it’s because of me.” Moonbyul glances at you and kisses your neck. “I’m the better fuck, right?” The older woman kneels before you, releasing your cock and moving Nayeon’s hand aside. Nayeon watches with surprise as Moonbyul plants her lips on your cock, allowing the tip inside her mouth. You moan Moonbyul’s name as you feel her tongue slowly swirl around you. After watching Moonbyul begin to suck your cock, Nayeon kneels too. She’s anxious about losing you and willing to match Moonbyul’s actions. Moonbyul meets Nayeon’s gaze and smiles. She moves back, moving her lips alongside your shaft and allowing Nayeon to work the other side. The younger woman does so; Nayeon presses her soft lips against the side of your cock and runs it along your shaft. You moan, struggling to contain yourself because of the two women. You place your hands on their heads, guiding them along your cock. Moonbyul fights you, staying at the tip of your cock and moving her tongue up and down the tip. Nayeon follows suit. Precum leaks from your cock, and the women lap it up, almost fighting for it.

They can feel your cock begin to throb; Moonbyul pulls away and stands up. Nayeon pauses as the older woman bends over the kitchen table and spreads her cheeks for you. Moonbyul teasingly sways her hips, telling you to fuck her using only body language. Getting the hint, Nayeon does the same, bending over next to Moonbyul. With both women offering you their bodies, you struggle to make a decision. You know that you’ll be living with Nayeon for some time, and it would be better to maintain a good relationship with her. As much as you want to fuck Moonbyul first, you get behind Nayeon and press your cock against her entrance, driving your cock into her slowly. As Nayeon moans, Moonbyul pouts. The older woman chuckles before standing up and running her finger along your chest.

“I guess I’ll wait for my turn.” She says before kissing you. You moan into the kiss. The pleasure you got from thrusting into Nayeon’s cunt was great. You grip the younger woman’s waist, holding her still as you speed up. Moonbyul watches Nayeon’s body quiver, smirking as she listens to the younger woman’s moans. Moonbyul breaks the kiss and squats down, getting under Nayeon. She drags her tongue along her slit as you thrust into Nayeon, flicking her clit. Nayeon feels the older woman’s tongue and cries out. She places all her weight on the table, her legs unable to hold her up as Moonbyul continues to pleasure her, using her skilled tongue to repeatedly flick Nayeon’s clit. “You taste so good, Nayeon. I might get addicted.” Moonbyul remarks in a low, sultry tone.

You felt Moonbyul’s tongue, too, and while it gave you some pleasure, it was nowhere near what Nayeon was feeling. The younger woman was tightening around your cock, her walls clamping down as she was rushing toward her climax. Nayeon began to whimper, the tightness in her core becoming tighter, her body tensing up until she exploded. Nayeon shuddered as she squirted her sweet nectar onto Moonbyul’s tongue. She felt ashamed for cumming so quickly, even though two people were working her over. On the other hand, the older woman greedily drank it all, only missing out on a few drops as they ran down her cheeks. As Nayeon’s orgasm ended, Moonbyul ran her fingers along Nayeon's slit, making the younger woman tense up.

“You came, I guess it’s my turn now.” She teased, rising from under the younger woman and placing herself on the table. You pull out, on the verge of cumming. Moonbyul spreads her cheeks for you again, “I want that cock somewhere else this time, handsome. This tight ass needs to be stretched. Get me ready, will you?” You glance at Moonbyul’s puckered asshole and then move your eyes over to Nayeon’s wet cunt. Pushing your fingers into Nayeon, you coated them in her juices before moving your fingers over to Moonbyul and pushing them in. The older woman groans, a giant smile on her face as she feels you play with her ass. “That’s it, get it nice and wet.”

You repeat the process a few more times before becoming satisfied. Grabbing your cock you press it against her asshole and push in. You and Moonbyul groan as you stretch her asshole, pushing apart the brown hole as it takes the tip of your cock inside. “God, you’re big,” Moonbyul grunts while you continue to push yourself inside. The tightness of her asshole was something else entirely. You could hardly control yourself. You gripped Moonbyul’s waist and thrust the rest of your length inside, cumming inside her. Moonbyul gasped, her eyes rolling back as she felt your warm cum pour into her. “F-fuck,” she groans, her toes curling as she revels in the feeling of being filled. Your cum continues to pour into Moonbyul; when you’re finally done, you begin thrusting. Moonbyul bites her lip, the pleasure flowing through her body as she feels your cock stir the cum inside her. 

You were nearing another climax quickly, having become more sensitive after your orgasm. Still, you were determined to make Moonbyul cum, so you continued thrusting deep into her ass. You kept one hand on Moonbyul’s waist and moved the other to her face, hooking her mouth with your fingers and pulling her back. Her tongue wagged in the air as you continued thrusting. Recovering slowly from her intense climax, Nayeon looks at the look of utter bliss on the older woman’s face and recognizes that she’s something else entirely. She watches in awe as your continued thrusts bring Moonbyul to orgasm. Her ass squeezes your cock, and you're about to cum. Nayeon notices the look on your face and kneels, pushing on your thigh to get you to pull out of Moonbyul. Her body reacted before her mind had time to register what she was doing. Nayeon drags the older woman down to the floor and presses her face against Moonbyul’s, giving you a large canvas. You cum at that moment, painting their faces. Nayeon opens her mouth, some drops of cum landing on her tongue while Moonbyul is fully coated with not a single drop making it into her mouth.

You take a step back and look at the women, your cum staining their pretty faces. The women look at each other, with Moonbyul chuckling. The older woman places her hand under Nayeon’s chin and drags her tongue across the younger woman’s cheek. “Not bad, Nayeon. I think I’d enjoy another session with you, just us, though. I want to see what your body can do.” Nayeon felt the heat rise to her face; she was stunned at the older woman’s words. “What? Did you think I was interested in your friend over there? Don’t get me wrong, I like a good cock, and he has one, but I like women a little more.” Moonbyul licks Nayeon’s other cheek, this time making the process slower. “You don’t have to answer now, but I’ll leave you my number if you ever want to have a little fun. I can even teach you some things.” 

Moonbyul grabs the edge of the table, using it to stand up. “Well, that was a great way to start the day.” She says while wiping the cum from her face. “Let’s take a shower before we get you two used to your new lives.” Moonbyul takes Nayeon’s arm, helping her to her feet before leading the two of you to the bathroom. 

Today was the first day of the rest of your lives.

[soukokuforthesoul]

married!soukoku where dazai gets into trouble, yet again, due to his attempts. the agency don't just have free time to throw around, so kunikida takes dazai's phone and searches for someone he could call. (dazai's passed out, after having been properly lectured and then put to sleep). scrolling through a contact, kunikida lands on one that dazai named chibi wife, and he takes the chance that it must be dazai's wife, so he clicks the call and waits a moment.

the phone rings thrice before the person on the other side picks up, with an irritated, "what the fuck do you want now, i'm at work."

kunikida frowns for a moment, taken aback, then realizes that he's calling as dazai, and that this person must be acting like this because this is dazai they are talking about, and he's always been a handful. he doesn't take too much note on the low voice, assuming it must be the microphone or something, as he explains. "this is dazai's co-worker. it says on your contact 'chibi wife,' would you happen to be his wife...?" he confirms, and gets a begrudging affirmative.

"i... guess? what did he do?"

"ah, well, he tried to commit suicide outside a building nearby, and we already have many complaints similar to this, but we don't have much time on our hands so we were wondering if you could take him home? he's asleep, currently, but before that he refused to leave because he was upset that we interrupted his attempt," kunikida explains, resisting the urge to sigh. this is dazai's wife, after all, and she would understand his exasperation. but kunikida decides he's better off being respectful, just in case she thought he was being rude and opted not to pick dazai up.

"oh? sorry about him. i'll be there in a minute," she sighs, and then mutters, "shitty dazai, getting into so much fucking trouble."

she hangs up before kunikida can question that, so he waits patiently instead, putting the phone down. a couple minutes later, he's already back to doing work, telling kenji to get the door if someone knocks.

eventually, kenji reports that there is a "Mr. Fancy Hat" at the door, and unsure if this means there's someone who is seeking the agency, or a weird name kenji had dubbed dazai's wife, kunikida goes to see for himself. he's stunned into silence when, to his absolute and utter horror, he finds a mafia executive standing at the door.

"what the fuck..." he breathes, and kenji just smiles, confused.

"kunikida-kun," he says, then points to the executive. "he said he's here for dazai-san!"

kunikida's stance tenses and his hold on his notebook clenches. "what do you want with dazai?" he demands.

the executive rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "you were the one who called me. why're you acting so hostile now?" he scoffs, then peers around kunikida. "where's he? i have work, i can't be gone for long."

"what—but, i—i called his—" kunikida stutters, and then pauses. "you're his wife?!"

kenji's mouth opens in an 'o', before he grins. "wow! you're dazai-san's wife, mr. fancy hat?" he inquires, turning to the executive.

"i'm his husband," the mafioso corrects, shaking his head. "the fuckin' mackerel called me his wife? oh, no, wait you said the contact, right? fucking hell, i'll change it later."

kunikida is rendered mute in his shock, and he hears the words "i'm his husband" repeating ceaselessly in his head. dazai is married to a port mafia executive. dazai is married to a member of the port mafia. dazai is married to—

conveniently, dazai decides to wake up right then and there, hopping from his place on the couch from all the commotion. he sees kunikida and kenji at the door, then spots the executive and bounds over.

"chibi?" he inquires, "didn't know you wanted to see me that bad!"

'chibi' scowls. "i'm not your damn wife," he grunts, and lifts a hand to pinch dazai's ear. "you're causing your poor colleagues so much trouble that they had to call me, so i'm here to get your dumbass out of their hands."

dazai pouts. "chuuya!" he huffs, then begins to remember that this chuuya is a port mafia executive and pauses. "who called you?"

chuuya tilts his head towards kunikida, moving his hold on dazai to the collar of his coat. "he called, asking if i was your wife. change my fuckin' name, i am not your wife," he repeats, and then turns back to kunikida. "i'll take him now, sorry."

kunikida is babbling, trying to form a coherent question, but chuuya's dragging dazai out already, and dazai's waving, saying he'll be back later. the door closes behind them and kenji hums, putting his hands on his hips.

"dazai-san's wife is very nice!" he declares, and hops off to go tell the agency about him. kunikida is left there standing, questioning everything in his life.

[incorrectbatfam]

[zombie apocalypse]

Cassandra: Shut the door!

Duke, slamming the door shut: Okay, okay. Guys, I think we're safe.

Tim: I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but we're gonna need someone to distract the zombies.

Duke: That's a death sentence, how are we gonna decide—

Cassandra: Nose goes.

Everyone but Duke: *touches their nose*

Duke: I'm not going out there! Have Steph go out there, she's been eating all our food.

Stephanie: Oh, so we're just pointing fingers now? Jason is the reason why we're in this mess, talking about "I hear Roy outside." He died three months ago!

Jason: You keep his name out of your fucking mouth!

Damian: Can we make Drake do it? I'm sick of smelling his farts.

Tim: Okay, let's be reasonable. We should send Dick out.

Dick: Woah, we have a chance to create a new world here.

Jason: Wow, I never thought——GRAB HIS LEGS!

Everyone: *ambushes Dick*

[xmissrogersx]

Hello, again | Pedro Pascal

tags: fangirl journalist, pedro being sweet, argentina language.

my writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.

i hope you are enjoying my stories! U help me a lot if you give me a ♡! All the love.

The comic-con was booming when we arrived. Thousands of characters passed by walking around us.

-I’ve never seen so many spidermans in my life.

-I think they agreed this year -I said looking for my pass.

-You don't think we should have dressed like that, do you? -asked another guy from the set.

-We are press, I don't know if it was ideal.

-Personally, I would have put on my Darth Vader suit -he said proudly, to which we laughed under our breath.-What is funny?

-Oh, nothing, it's just that it's very... basic? -my partner replied, to which they started a discussion from which I quickly escaped.

I saw the Star Wars stand, where the merchandise was simply amazing. A little Grogu stuffed animal caught my attention.

-Can I see it?

-Of course! -the seller exclaimed. I smiled to take it in my hands, stepping back to let other buyers look.

Suddenly, my right foot slipped slightly, making me lose my balance. But out of nowhere I felt a hard surface against my back, making me collide with something, or rather with someone.

-Sorry, I didn't see...

-Calm down, don't worry. Are you okay? -exclaimed a somewhat strange voice, to which he looked up to notice the helmet on.

-Yes, I'm fine, thank you Mando -I answered obviously, to which he laughed.

-I'm flattered to know that you know me, miss...

-Priscilla.

-Priscilla -hearing my name with his modified voice sent an electric shock through my spine.-Are you coming for work?

-Oh, yes. I came with a group of colleagues, whom I have already completely lost. I must make a report to someone from the convention.

-You can do it to me, no problem.

-Excuse me? -mierda, i’m an idiot. How would I react if the greatest of my fantasies in my head were starred by the man who was supposedly in front of me.

-That you can make me the report, I will gladly help you.

-Really? Thank you very much...

-Din, Din Djarin -he exclaimed, to which I laughed, nodding with an obvious head.

He looked at his wrist, reading the time on his watch.

-I have a presentation in 20 minutes, in the main room, in case you want to go.

-I would love to -I nodded and smiled again.

-Your smile is beautiful -he blurted out, leaving me static and sending the electricity again, and then leaving.

I went to the main room, which was already full. I only managed to stand at the bottom. Instantly, all those who were going to show up came out, to which everyone began to applaud effusively.

-Wow, it's incredible that cosplay generates this.

-This is not the cosplay presentation -my partner Honey turned to me, to which I arched an eyebrow.

-I don't understand, they're playing...

-They don't play them, they are the cast of The Mandalorian, they are promoting the movie. Remember you show me the photos of the promo last week. You are the biggest fan of Din Djarin, and doesn’t know it?

-Then...

It was him. Her dark brown hair, which combined with her brown eyes. Television didn't do him justice. And only a moment ago he had been in front of me.

-Pris, are you okay? -she shook my arm, taking me out of my trance.

-Yes, yes... I think -I stammered.

I spend the conference between applause and laughter. Every time he answered a question from the audience, he smiled genuinely. Holy God, his smile already provoked in me too much, but in person it upset me.

Miss, come with me, please -someone spoke to my right.

-Excuse me? -I frowned.

-Come with me, he requested your presence behind -the man pointed out, to what accompanies him.

We crossed a curtain, and then reached a corridor with several doors.

-It's here, come in and wait -he finished and then withdrew. I entered doubtfully, not understanding why I was there.

After 10 minutes, the door handle moved, causing me to paralyze. His figure entered the room. He was wearing the helmet again.

-Sorry for the delay.

-No, don't worry, they brought me a few minutes ago -I nodded, closing my eyes a little in shame, already feeling the blush on my face.-In my head that sounded different, I swear.

He laughed, denying slightly. He raised his hands to the helmet to take it off. I think I've never felt in my life to hold my breath for so long.

-Hello again -he said, raising his right lip up.

-Hi... -I replied stupidly because of my trance, which I didn't want him to notice.

-I have a proposal to make you. I help you with your report, only if you agree to be my guide to show me the city -my expression detonated in amazement instantly.

-Is this your first time in Buenos Aires?

-Something like that, but I would like to see it through you.

la puta madre.

He extended his right hand towards me, to which I replied the greeting even repeating his words in my mind.

-Pedro.

[kestisvrse]

bad for business

pairing ⋆ anthony lockwood x gn!reader. fluff with a bit of angst. fake dating.

synopsis ⋆ the three times you found yourself fake dating anthony lockwood.

warnings ⋆ swearing, reader is implied to be shorter than lockwood, being followed, kissing (written by someone without their first kiss send help). | wc: 1.4k

♫ - bad for business by sabrina carpenter

1. a walk home

“ladies first.” you snort at lockwoods comment as he holds the door for you to exit arif’s, a box of donuts secured in your hands.

“wow what a gentleman.” you joke making lockwood laugh a little as you begin your walk towards home, a comfortable silence falling between you two, a minute or so passes.

“someone’s following us.” lockwood says nonchalantly, you furrow your eyebrows looking at him, “he was standing outside arif’s when we went in, he was staring at you the whole time and now he is getting closer.” lockwood says looking over his shoulder, shuffling slightly closer towards you.

“well what do we do?” you ask slightly panicked.

“hold my hand.”

“i’m sorry?” you say, he failed to answer as he grabs the box of donuts out of your hands, using his free hand to intertwine your fingers.

“just trust me okay? maybe if he thinks we are together he will leave us alone.” lockwood clarified.

“o-okay, i guess” you mutter, a light blush painting your cheeks at the feeling of his thumb lightly rubbing your hand.

you were nearing portland row, you and lockwood standing closer together, you freeze up as he places a kiss on the top of your head to nonchalantly glance behind you two, “i see him, he is walking away. just… keeping holding on until we get home… just incase.” you nod, silently agreeing with him.

he didn’t let go of your hand until he placed the box of donuts on the kitchen table.

2. too close for comfort

lockwood had convinced you, lucy and george to go to this ‘ball’, you honestly didn’t know what to call it. it was a fancy building filled with agents dressed up and the adults that exploit their talents for money, celebrating nothing in particular and somehow, lockwood and co. got invites.

lockwood looked like he was at home, while george uncomfortably tugged at the collar of his button up and wandered off with lucy, leaving you and lockwood, standing in the middle of the ballroom.

“why are we here, lockwood?” you pried.

“why not? every agent in london is here.” he responds.

“that doesn’t mean we have to be.” you shot back, annoyed by a man who pushed past you, causing you to knock shoulders with anthony.

“it’s a good opportunity, to meet new people and get our name out there.”

“with our competition? yeah alright. i need something to drink.” you wandered off.

some time had passed, it included you leaning against the wall observing everyone that passed by, you had found george and lucy at one point where george had gave up and went home while lucy decided to investigate around for god knows what. you decided it was time to find lockwood again.

wandering around aimlessly you spotted him in the sea of tuxes, talking to a blonde girl, in a blue 90s like prom dress, inching closer and closer to lockwood.

you rolled your eyes at the sight, lockwoods charming smile seemingly working again, but it didn’t look like he used it on purpose this time.

“there you are, i’ve been looking for you everywhere!” you smoothly entered the conversation, linking your arm with his and his whole face seemed to light up.

“oh.” the blonde commented, squinting her eyes, “who’s this?”

“i’m-“ he cut you off, taking the lead.

“this is my partner.” lockwood replied, you smiled at the girl as she realized she misread the situation, quickly saying goodbyes and walking off.

“i couldn’t tell if you needed saving or not.” you explained, a hidden apology heard beneath your words just incase he was enjoying the girls company.

“no i did, thank you.” he said, making eye contact, “maybe we should head home now?”

“let’s find lucy first.” you suggested, and he sent you a grin.

that damn grin.

3. distraction

you had warned him.

you had told him there had to be a better way to get information that didn’t involve breaking and entering. but as per usual he used his charisma and webbed you into the whole plan.

and now, you two were running down alleyways, after being caught. ‘i told you so’ repeating over and over again in your head as you focused on running, and of course you reached another problem.

“shit!” you whispered, lockwood dragging you back behind a wall, your only escape had multiple body guards roaming the area.

“how the hell did they even get there.” lockwood said to himself.

“what do we do?? there are two other body guards about to block off the way we came from!” you panted out, catching your breath from running.

“i have a crazy idea.” lockwood made eye contact with you, he seemed nervous as he ran his hand through his hair.

“all your ideas are crazy, anthony.” you countered.

“just listen okay?” he whispers, you slowly nod, “if we can make it seem like, we have no idea what’s going on around us and that we accidentally stumbled up here maybe they won’t think it’s us.” you gave him a blank stare.

“what are you even suggesting right now lockwood?!” you grumbled, faintly you heard footsteps approaching.

“we do not have time for this, do you trust me?”

“do i have a choice?” you quipped, but suddenly the conversation was over as he cupped your cheeks and suddenly his lips were on yours. you froze up, you expected his plan to be anything but this, but then you heard the footsteps turn the corner and you needed to act just like him, quickly kissing back.

his lips were chapped, rough against your soft ones. as you brought your hands up to his face, his hands moved down to your waist, pulling you closer. it felt eager, like you had been waiting to do this forever, and it felt right.

“HEY!” you two snapped apart from the loud yell, breathless as you stare at the taller man infront of you “this is private property, you kids can’t be here.” his tone was threatening, making you tense up.

“we are so sorry sir.” you replied sweetly, “we didn’t know, we will leave right away!” you grab lockwood’s hand and hurried towards the exit before the man could question you anymore.

you held hands all the way home, but didn’t mutter a word to each other.

4. overdue confession

it had been around a week since lockwood had kissed you. you hadn’t spoken. the house having an awkward atmosphere as you avoided lockwood like the plague.

you couldn’t avoid the knock on your door, unfortunately.

“come in.” you called out from your spot on the bed, expecting lucy to walk in but were met with lockwood.

he was wearing his usual suit but he looked disheveled, his tie loose, his hair slightly messy and he looked so tired, even more tired than usual, he was a mess.

“hey.” he spoke just above a whisper, scared any louder you would run away from him again.

“oh. hi.” you sat up in your bed, suddenly looking anywhere but him, fiddling with your hands.

“i want to apologize, i shouldn’t have kissed yo-“ he began.

“we wouldn’t have gotten out of there if you hadn’t, it’s okay.” you stated, sniffling slightly. your bed dipped as he sat down.

“then why won’t you talk to me?” you looked up to his eyes, “please talk to me.” he begged, you looked into each others eyes for a moment.

“i was avoiding you because of the fact that i.. i didn’t want the kiss to end.” you confessed, “i like you, lockwood, and i didn’t want to ruin anything so i thought avoiding you would be better..” you trailed off, the air was tense as he stared at you.

“oh thank god.” he laughed out.

“what?” your anxiety kicked in, as you stared at him.

“i was scared to confess, i’m glad you did first.” your eyebrows furrow at his response, “i really like you, i have since i met you. i didn’t want the kiss to end either.”

your eyes widened slightly, studying his voice for any sound of sarcasm.

“can i kiss you again?” he whispered, scared of your rejection, you just slowly nodded looking down at his lips, he lent in.

his lips weren’t chapped this time, they were soft and you took notice of just how well they fit against yours. this kiss was softer than the first, it washed your anxiety away, and the tense air disappeared. he pulled away and laid his forehead against yours.

“i thought i was being dreadfully obvious about my feelings.”

“you were not.” you laughed at him

“oh no i was, you are just oblivious.” he responded

“shut up.” you said, and he did as his lips met yours yet again.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Big Brother Eddie – Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

I looked up when the bell above the door rang. I instantly relaxed when I noticed Y/N walking in as she pulled on her vest.

"That's not fair," I scoffed.

"What?" She asked, freezing in place.

"This uniform makes me look like the Friendly Green Giant," I smirked. "And yet you look perfect."

I loved doing that. I loved making her blush. That's what I spent most of my shifts doing whenever we worked together.

"I look like someone threw up on me," Y/N scolded as she walked into the employee lounge.

Throughout our shift, I continued to make Y/N laugh and blush. Whenever a guy came into the store, I'd move so I was closer to her at the checkout counter.

Toward the end of our shift, Dustin came into the store. I was too busy focusing on Y/N who had just tweaked her ankle that I didn't notice him at first.

"Steve!" Y/N gasped as I grabbed her hips, picked her up, and put her on the counter. "I'm fine," she chuckled. "There's no need for this."

I ignored her as I grabbed her ankle and looked at it. "You twisted it pretty bad," I mumbled. "You shouldn't be standing all night."

She leaned down and grabbed my hands, making me look at her. "I'm fine, Steve."

"You should go back to the breakroom and ice your ankle," I said, ignoring the feeling of her hands on my wrists. I can handle the customers."

"I told you. . ."

"There's no point arguing," I cut her off, trying to sound light. "You are going to the back and resting your foot. I'll close up tonight and then take you home."

"You don't have to," she sighed. "How about this? Go grab the stool out of Keith's office and I'll sit and man the counter."

I opened my mouth to object but she smirked. "There's no point arguing," she said, using my words against me.

I playfully saluted her before turning around. Right as I turned, I noticed Dustin smirking at me. I cleared my throat before heading to Keith's office.

I came back and Y/N was still on the counter, but she was talking to Dustin.

"He did what?!" She laughed.

"What's going on here?" I asked as I walked over. I put the stool in front of the cash register and grabbed her hips again. Y/N started to say my name but I ignored her. I picked her up and gently put her on the stool.

"Aww," Dustin cooed. "How cute. How many blackmail files do you have against my friend here that he has to carry you everywhere, Y/N? And can I get some?"

"It's not like that," I sighed.

"I don't have blackmail files on Steve," Y/N chuckled. She lowered her voice and added, "Not that he's aware of."

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing," Y/N smiled as she reached up and patted my face. "Don't worry about it."

Y/N and I maintained our staring contest until Dustin cleared his throat.

"What are you doing here?" I sighed, turning toward him.

"I need a movie."

"Hate to break it to you, Henderson, but you came to the wrong place," I said, sending Y/N a look and making her giggle.

I grabbed his shoulder and dragged him away from Y/N. I started showing him some movies but Dustin was more focused on my coworker.

"How long have you been obsessed with Y/N Munson?" He teased.

"Shh," I cut him off. Dustin looked over my shoulder at Y/N and smirked.

"She doesn't know, does she?" He laughed. "Wow. That's kind of pathetic."

"What do you mean?" I scoffed.

"You've been crazy about her since you and Robin first started working here," Dustin said like it should've been obvious. "And yet, you've done nothing about it. I'm guessing you flirt with her. A lot. You constantly put yourself on the same shift so you can spend hours with her. You get jealous and possessive whenever a guy walks in and starts talking to her."

I looked away from him, my eyes landing on Y/N. She was talking to one of our regulars with a big smile on her face. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and never let her go.

"Stop doing this to yourself," Dustin sighed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not looking away from Y/N.

"Ever since Nancy, you haven't let yourself fall for another girl," he said, making me look at him. "Now, here you are, with an amazing girl who has the ability to make you happy and you're too afraid to ask her out."

"It's not that simple," I mumbled.

"That's just it," he sighed as he grabbed a movie, "it is that simple."

I didn't move as he walked up to Y/N and checked out his movie. When he started to leave, he mumbled something as he passed me.

"Just ask her out. You'll be a lot happier once you do."

* * * * *

As we finished our shift, my mind kept going back to my conversation with Dustin. I looked up as she logged off the computer and slowly stood up. I rushed over and gently grabbed her.

"What are you doing?" I panicked.

"I'm fine," she chuckled.

"At least let me take you home," I sighed. She opened her mouth to say something, but I stopped her. "Please, Y/N. Let me take you home."

"I already told you," she said, her eyes softening. "I'm fine to drive home. It's not even my driving ankle."

"Fine," I gave in. I smirked when I got an idea. "Wanna go get dinner after our shift?"

"No thanks," she said simply.

"What?" I tried to laugh off. "You got another guy you haven't told me about?"

"Of course not," she teased. "You know you're the only dingus I flirt with."

"Then how come you won't go to dinner with me?" I asked before I could stop myself. She looked up at me, her eyes sinking.

"Come on," she sighed. "You really don't know?"

"No," I said honestly. "I don't. Why won't you?"

"If you don't know," she said, clearing her throat, "then I'm not going to tell you. If you ever figure it out, let me know."

* * * * *

I briefly pushed Y/N to the back of my mind as things with the UpsideDown resurfaced.

I jumped when a jean vest was thrown at me. I caught it and instantly looked up at a glaring Eddie.

"For your modesty," Eddie said sarcastically. Nancy and I shared a look before she walked away.

"Thanks," I mumbled as I slipped it on. Before I could walk away, Eddie grabbed my elbow.

"Want to know why my sister keeps turning you down?"

I studied him, trying to see if he was just being an ass. Eddie's eyes glanced behind me. My stomach sank when I turned around and saw it was Nancy he was watching. I turned back around to see a different kind of look on his face; protective.

"Look, Harrington," Eddie sighed, his tone completely different. "I love my sister, but she has one giant flaw."

"What's that?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"She's insecure."

"But why would that. . ."

"Because of you and her," he said, pointing at Nancy. This time, I didn't turn around.

"What does Nancy have to do with Y/N not going out with me or with her being insecure?"

"Oh, I don't know," he said sarcastically. "Maybe it's because you claim to be over Nancy Wheeler, but you stare at her like she's the most important thing in the world. How you should be staring at Y/N."

"Eddie. . ."

"If you really like my sister," he cut me off, "then do something about it."

"What should I do?"

"Start by making it clear to her that she's the only one for you." He grabbed my arm, stopping me. "I mean it, Harrington. If you really care about my sister, make sure she never doubts it."

"You're okay with this? With me and Y/N?"

"As long as you mean it," he said simply. "You have to promise me that if you get the chance to be with my sister, you'll take care of her."

"I will," I said, trying to make sure he knew I was serious. "I promise, Eddie. I'll take care of her."

Everything sped up after that. We set a trap for Vecna and things went horribly wrong. Max got hurt and Eddie was killed. As soon as we found Dustin holding Eddie's dead body, my mind instantly went to Y/N.

We were all in a haze as we went back to Hawkins and allowed the repercussions to settle. People believed that Eddie was responsible for everything and nothing we could do would change that. I've tried reaching out to Y/N to check on her, but she hasn't left her uncle's trailer since her brother died.

"You look like hell," Dustin said as I walked into his room with a bag of movies and comic books.

"Thanks," I scoffed. "And here I was, being nice, and bringing you movies and comics."

"Sorry," he smirked. He watched as I walked in and placed the bag next to him on the bed. I sat on the edge and messed with my hands. "What's going on with you?"

"Y/N still won't talk to anyone," I sighed. "I've called and stopped by several times. Even Robin tried going by. She's refusing to see or talk to anybody."

"Just give her time," he said gently. "Losing Eddie. . . It was rough on all of us."

"I know," I grumbled. "But I want to help her and she's not letting me."

"It's not that she's not letting you," he said, throwing my words back at me. "She just needs time, Steve."

Reader's POV

I walked through the high school cafeteria, struggling to ignore the sideways glances and the whispers. I dropped off my donations to a scowling older woman. I wasn't surprised.

Ever since this went down, people in town have treated me like it was all my fault. I honestly had no idea what happened. All I know is my brother was being blamed for the recent murders.

I walked around and tried to help, but no one would let me. They made up reasons for not needing my help. After I had talked to everyone, I walked out of the cafeteria and sat on the ground, leaning against the lockers. I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them. I leaned my chin on my knee and struggled to hold in the tears.

"Y/N?"

I looked up when Steve ran into the hallway. He found me and let out a sigh of relief. "There you are."

"Here I am," I mumbled. I looked away when Steve sat next to me.

"How are you?" He asked. I glanced over at him, not bothering to hide my tears. My heart jumped into my throat when he scooted closer to me.

"I'm really sorry," he whispered. "I wish. . . I tried. . . I should've done something."

"I'm sure you did everything you could," I mumbled.

"What can I do for you?" He asked, the tone of his voice different.

"I don't know," I stuttered. Steve nodded as he scooted closer to me. I didn't move as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I stopped hiding the tears as I wrapped my arms around him and allowed Steve to hold me.

"I'm sorry about, Eddie," he whispered. "If you ever need anything, I'm here for you."

"Thanks," I chuckled as I pulled out of his arms. "You really don't have to. . ."

I gasped when Steve leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. The shock wore off and I slowly kissed him back. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Before he died," Steve whispered, "your brother gave me so much crap for not telling you the truth."

"The truth?"

"I'm crazy about you, Y/N," he admitted. "I'm absolutely, one hundred percent, crazily into you. You make putting on that ugly green vest worth it. My day is so much better when you're with me. I don't want to go another day without you."

"I don't want to go another day without you either," I whispered, my heart sticking in my throat.

Steve smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips gently to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"I promised your brother I would take care of you," he whispered as he broke the kiss. "And I intend to do just that."

[gamesetattach]

Her Track

Jannik Sinner x Reader As we all know, Jannik's been partaking in some extracurriculars lately. What better time to meet somebody you like then when doing something you like... Karting is fun and so is reader, in a sophisticated, poised, mysterious type of way... she gets wild on that track though, ayy

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The new, spring sun beat down on the circuit, glinting off the rows of polished helmets and sleek, ready karts. You stood near the pit lane, clipboard in hand, watching the staff complete the final checks before the day’s round of high-profile guests arrived. 

Over the years of working there, your role had progressed to the point where you typically tackled behind-the-scenes administrative tasks as the track’s facilities manager, but exclusive group bookings like the one coming in later meant even all the supervising staff came out and showed face to represent the company. You hadn’t had time to really check just who it was that was paying the track a visit, but—with the way your Italian boss and employees were acting—it might as well have been a reservation from the Pope. It seemed the stakes and energy were high, which meant all the more reason for everything had to run like clockwork today.

You lined up with your colleagues at the front lobby to greet the incoming group just as a silver SUV pulled into the parking lot. You tucked your clipboard under your arm, sighing when you caught your boss’s gesture to smoothen your hair, but patted down some of the stray hairs anyways. The doors chimed when they opened, laughter from the guests entering along with them. 

Your brows rose in surprise at the sight of a familiar face in the group. It wasn’t often you personally recognized anyone from one of these VIP bookings. You’d expect some reckless, near-adolescent pack of philanthropist’s sons, not an old friend—much less someone from your own racing past.

As soon as the group slowed to a stop in front of you and your team, their conversation subsided so that they could kindly greet you all, Antonio spotted you and his face immediately lit up in recognition.

"Ma dai," he said, pointing with a grin. "You're kidding me."

You chuckled, stepping forward to clap your hand in his before leaning into a friendly hug. "Giovinazzi. How long has it been?"

"Too long," Antonio said, gesturing wide with his hands in disbelief. “Wow, I had no idea you worked here.” 

“Been here for a couple years now, yeah.” You said with a small smile, before nodding behind him in acknowledgement of the rest of his group. 

The introductions had halted in light of yours and Antonio’s mini-reunion, but now you looked back and registered the rest of the group—namely Jannik Sinner. A quiet, but tall presence, his red curls still standing out despite his unassuming, casual and dark outfit. His eyes were on you, taking in the friendly interaction with a corner of his mouth pulled up into a soft, crooked smile.

“No wonder this track has such high ratings.” Antonio grinned, turning back to his friends to explain the connection. “Non avete idea, questa qui è una leggenda—We used to kart together back in the day.” 

“Way, way back in the day. And I think you and I only had a few races of overlap like over—like what? 10 years ago now?” You minimized, shifting on your feet at his easy praise in Italian. You have no idea, this girl’s a legend, he’d said.

“No, don’t let her fool you. You always were so controlled and humble.” He clapped a hand on your shoulder, before addressing Jannik and the others. “But she used to smoke all of us in her trail on track, I bet she still could.”

You shook your head, allowing a small smile as you stepped back in line with your colleagues. Your boss beamed in pride, always the first to boast about you and happy to hear the Ferrari driver do the same. You let him step in and take the lead to bring things back on track. “Yes, she is a real asset to our team. We have many retired pilots working here, and she is by far one of the best.” 

Jannik stepped forward after that, when your boss beckoned to him and his group for proper introductions, with quiet words of hello and thank you. He went down the line shaking hands with the staff, and offered you the same, polite nod when he shook yours. You matched his composure with a parallel, professional coolness, but he seemed to break first—he smiled at the tail end of nodding towards you, and it lingered when he moved to the next person.

After the rounds of greeting, your boss spoke again to formally welcome them all to the business. “Benvenuti e grazie per essere qui. Siamo felici di farvi provare la nostra pista—sarà un’esperienza da ricordare.”

Your boss, Tony, stressed the excitement the staff held for having them as guests, before rattling off in more Italian about the origins and mission of the karting business. You tilted your head towards him as he spoke, but your eyes strayed to the listening guests. Your scan of the group ended with Jannik, and you found he was already looking over at you. He sent a slight smile your way when he caught your eyes, but quickly darted his attention back to Tony and his speech. 

“And now I send you off into the very capable hands of one of our track directors.” Your boss finished off with, switching back to English, passing the torch to you with a beaming smile and a soft pat on your shoulder.

"Alright," you said in your tone of voice reserved for these professional scripts, rising to your role, clipboard in hand. "Again, welcome to the circuit. We’ve got you set up for a full kart session—tour, briefing, then laps.”

You took a few paces towards the lobby exit, signalling them to fall instep with you before continuing. “I’ll be walking you through the track protocol, but first we'll start with a quick walkthrough of the facilities—pit lane, recovery area, and where the marshals are stationed—just so you know your bearings if anything happens mid-session. After that, we’ll get you into your race suits and helmets, then head to the garage to go over the kart mechanics—how to operate the throttle, brakes, steering dynamics, and how the weight balance shifts in corners. Nothing too technical, just enough to keep you safe and get you driving."

You led the group away from the reception area and down the sunlit corridor that opened into the garage side of the facility. The smell of engine oil and fresh rubber hung in the air, familiar and grounding. Overhead, the rafters hummed faintly with activity—track techs running diagnostics, a few mechanics prepping karts for some of your racing team.

"Okay, so," you said over your shoulder, checking to see if they were keeping up alright as you weaved through the setup with expert ease, "This is the recovery zone. If for any reason your kart gives you trouble, or if you end up off-track, a marshal will flag you and guide you here. You wait until you get the all-clear before exiting. Pretty straightforward."

They followed in loose formation as you continued the tour, Antonio sticking close, chatting with one of the others when he wasn’t catching up with you. Jannik hung back just a little, quieter than the rest, but his gaze never wandered far from you. He watched the way you moved through the space—efficient, relaxed, fully in control. There was something about the way you spoke, even and poised, and how you didn’t pause to second-guess anything. His eyes drifted down the curve of your shoulder, the confident sway of your stride, before pulling back up just as you turned slightly to answer another question. 

“Last I heard, you were in America for school?” Antonio asked from a few paces behind you, after you finished pointing out some of the company’s kart options. “You went into engineering, no?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Mechanical engineering and business, actually.” You replied, as you gestured for the group to go ahead of you and step onto the paved track area. “I finished two years ago—I want to start my own competitive karting group eventually… Tony’s helping me get experience here, first.”

“Ah, you will be great with that!” Antonio exclaimed and Jannik, who seemed to be listening after your answer even closer than Antonio was, subtly nodded in agreement from beside him. When you only smiled and nodded at the enthusiastic support, sincere but simple, Antonio laughed. “​​Sempre impassibile, anche quando la esalti.”

Always unfazed, even when you hype her up. And, true to his description, you chose to move on with your tour instead of spending more time speaking about you and your ambitions.

"Up here is the pit lane," you continued. "You’ll come through here between heats if we need to refuel or adjust anything. Watch the marshal signals—blue flag means someone faster is approaching, yellow means slow down and be alert. Red means stop immediately."

A few of them nodded, Jannik the most focused among them, brow furrowed in sharp attention. You caught his eye, only holding it for a beat before looking ahead again.

You ushered them into an adjacent room, where a rack of green and white suits lined the wall in bright rows. You motioned toward the bins of gloves and helmets, already sanitized and sorted by size.

"Now it’s time to suit up. Sizes are labeled—go a little larger than your normal fit, and grab gloves and a helmet on your way out."

They filtered through, joking and half-competing over who would look more ridiculous in full gear. Jannik found a suit and helmet in his size and walked past you on his way to the changing bays. He let his fingers brush briefly along the edge of the suit rack beside you, slowing like he might say something. He didn’t, though, and just gave you a glance and a smile as he side-stepped around you, choosing to question Antonio about you in Italian when he was far enough away, instead.

You could vaguely hear the exchange from the distance, behind the loosely hinged locker room doors. Answering Jannik’s inquiry with a grandiose explanation, Antonio spoke of how you were an 11 year old karting with, and beating, some drivers nearing adult age. Antonio was on his way to single-seaters soon after your entry into the karting world as a kid, but was around long enough to witness the beginnings of your acclaim and reputation. "Da piccola era tipo precisissima, una macchina. Non sbagliava niente. Poi col tempo è diventata una pazza in pista—ma fuori? Sempre seria, tutta testa, mai una parola fuori posto."

When she was young she was super precise, like a machine. Never messed up. Eventually, her racing style turned wild on track — but off it? Always serious, all brains, never out of line. You rolled your eyes a little at his depiction of you, but smiled a little at the familiar sentiment. On the outside, you always were this enigmatic picture of composure—equal parts collected and elusive.

You lightly banged on the locker room door, intentionally choosing to hurry them up right in time and in alignment with Antonio’s description—and you could practically imagine Antonio’s silent gesture in response, throwing up a hand to Jannik as if to say: you see, all business.

Everyone emerged soon after that, zipped up and helmet in the crux of their elbows. You gathered them by the garage doors where the karts sat gleaming in rows, afternoon sun painting sharp shadows across the pavement.

You crouched by one of them, running a hand along the side panel. "These are 390cc four-strokes. Responsive, but don’t be fooled—they’ll punish you if you overcook a turn or get too confident too early."

You stood, gesturing to the seat and wheel. "Brakes on the left, throttle on the right. No gears—single-speed. Steering’s tight, but just keep your hands at 10 and 2 and don’t death-grip it. Smooth input gets you farther than muscling through."

Jannik stepped closer, crouching slightly as you explained. His eyes scanned every detail you pointed out, but more than once they flicked to your face instead of the chassis. He watched the way your fingers moved along the kart, how your expression shifted with each explanation. You paused mid-sentence, catching his gaze squarely fixed on you rather than the kart.

"Are you following, Sinner?" you asked, interrupting yourself with raised eyebrow, the teasing in your tone just barely perceptible.

A few of the others snorted behind him. Jannik blinked, shooting you a sheepish smile that grew when you smirked at him. “Yes, I’m with you. Sorry.”

“If you say so...” You shook your head with a sigh, but the remnants of your smile still sat on the corner of your lips. "But let’s try to channel some of that on-court focus here, too, okay?” 

He grinned at you, and offered a solid nod so earnest that you had to chuckle.

"Acceleration out of the corners is where most people lose time," you went on, turning away a bit and pointing off to the circuit. "Ease out, don’t slam the pedal down. And lean with the kart—let it carry your weight through the corners. If you fight it, you’ll lose grip."

You punctuated the end of your instruction with a firm hand on your hip, scanning the group for any questions or confused expressions. “Everyone got it? … Sinner?”

"Yes, I got it," Jannik said, looking at you with a crooked smile as his friends snickered when you called him out. "But maybe later I might need some… live coaching."

“Live coaching, huh?” You scoffed, your eyes glinting. "Let’s see how you do on the track first. Then I’ll decide if you’re worth the extra effort."

The others laughed, but Jannik actually nodded, smiling at you for a moment longer before dipping to fold into his assigned kart.

You handed out the final gloves, checked the marshal radios, and gave the all-clear to open the paddock gate.

"Okay," you said, stepping back with a flourish. "Let’s see what you’ve got."

---

From the edge of the pit wall, arms folded across your chest, you watched as the group tore off into the first lap—tires screeching, engines growling, the sun casting quicksilver streaks across the asphalt.

Jannik didn’t start off especially fast. In fact, he stalled once right out of the gate, jolting the kart forward awkwardly and nearly causing a pile-up behind him. Another lap in, he clipped the edge of turn three, bounced off the curb, and cursed loud enough that you heard it over the engines.

But you noticed that, no matter how clunky he might have started off, he recovered every time. Quickly and consistently. You could see his understanding of the circuit and the kart grow with each round—tight lines, measured braking, slight shifts in weight. Lap by lap, he adjusted. Smoothed things out. Stalled less times, missed less corners. Still not the cleanest out on the track, but improved to a pace that even nearly pushed Antonio’s—his grit of a pro-athlete working in real time.

There was one moment, maybe halfway through the session, when his kart slowed again near the finish line, sputtering awkward and unexpected. You saw him glance toward the marshal, unsure. The rest of the karts had just safely passed, leaving Jannik behind, so you handed your headset to a nearby staffer and casually jogged out onto the track to check in with the issue yourself.

He lifted his visor as you approached, brow furrowed.

"Sounds like the throttle," you said, crouching by the frame. The space was tight between the steering and his long legs, and you had to lean in close, your hand brushing the edge of his knee as you reached down for the footrest. 

"Seems to be fine," you murmured, looking up to find his head tilted with his eyes already on you. "I think you’re feathering it too much coming out of the corners into the straights. Be firmer. Don’t second-guess it."

He didn’t reply for a moment, and just kept looking at you with a vague nod—your lips twitched, faintly amused, and you raised an eyebrow to prompt some sort of response. 

"Right," he said finally, but it sounded far away and generic.

“... Right.” You chuckled a bit to yourself, adjusting the pedal by his foot. "Are you sure you’re all good? You were looking smooth out there before, but I can’t have a distracted driver on my track—it’s a liability, you know.”

He blinked, before letting out a short laugh, nodding more to himself than you. “No, I’m good, I’m good… Promise.”

You stepped back, letting your fingers graze the edge of his glove when you reset his steering wheel, holding contact just a half-second longer than necessary. You gave the kart a quick tap and stood when you heard the other karts in the near distance coming back to lap him, smirking when his neck craned to look at you even as you backed away.

"Okay then," you said, straightening and biting back a knowing smile. “Try again.”

And he did—and it was his smoothest lap yet.

You always liked watching new clients in the cart. There was something about the sheer joy it ignited for anyone and everyone behind the wheel.

And now you were loving seeing the very same bliss unfold for Jannik. The way he moved in that kart, now low and lean the longer he went at it, and the way he laughed even after nearly spinning out on a turn when Antonio cut him off. The way he leaned over his wheel whenever he crossed the checkered line, or the way you could hear his good-natured jeers taunting his friends while on the straightaway. The boyish, careless laugh when he looked back at them mid-race. 

You didn’t expect to see the Jannik Sinner like this—it was different than the curated version of him you’d sometimes watch in press conferences or on center court. Here, like this, with his friends on the track, he seemed carefree.

You watched from the track’s edge besides the marshal as the group briefly left their karts for water. Jannik’s helmet temporarily abandoned on his driver’s seat, curls brushed out and wind swept, cheeks flushed—he just looked like a happy, easygoing, twenty-something person.

And you decided you liked that version, and the fact that you got to witness it.

Across the asphalt, the group bantered between catching their breath, dabbing away at the sweat on their faces. Jannik looked off and around for a moment, away from their conversation, and he seemed to be searching for something. It wasn’t exactly obvious—just a slight turn of his head, a subtle scan around the garage doors and the mechanics—you were just watching him close enough to be able to tell.

But when his eyes landed on you, after the silent, subconscious search, you allowed him the grace of pretending that you hadn’t just caught him seeking you out. You turned back toward the timing screen, the slightest hint of a pleased smile playing at your lips—not that he could see it. 

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By the time Jannik and Antonio and the others even showed signs of slowing down, the sun had already dipped low, casting golden streaks across the pavement—it seemed that even the entirety of their extensive, reserved session wasn’t long enough for the novelty to wear off. You raised a hand, gesturing to the track marshals to start winding things down.

"Alright, boys," you called out over the low rumble of engines after they slowed to a stop at your signal. "The track needs to start closing soon, so let the next handful of laps be your cooldown."

They all looked to each other with a shared expression, no doubt a mutual understanding to spend the final laps racing yet again—this group was especially competitive, almost to a fault.

Before they could organize a countdown to start, Antonio flicked up his visor to look over at you.

"Hey, hey—I can’t end today without seeing you in a kart again.” He said, outstretching an arm in your direction. "Come on—for old times’ sake."

"Nice try.” You laughed. “But I’ve got to help wind down the garage soon."

“Mah, no—they can wait for a little bit.” Antonio goaded.

You opened your mouth to say there was no chance before the rest of the group caught on quickly, chiming in, cheering you on with exaggerated groans and mock pleads.

Antonio grinned when they joined in, shrugging at you “See, you’re not getting off that easy." 

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, extending your show of reluctance despite having already given in. Your eyes flicked to Jannik, who was quietly awaiting your decision as the rest still audibly baited you, and a smile started to grow on your face when you did. You nodded slowly towards Antonio, though your eyes were still on Jannik who now wore his own smile, and the group whooped at your acceptance.

"Just give me like five." You called over your shoulder, turning toward the garage, and their cheers went up again.

When you reappeared minutes later in your own race suit—sleek and personal to you. The group’s hoots went up again, alongside some of the mechanic and engineers low whistles and you winked in their direction—you often raced with other staff during non-business hours, they knew what was coming.

One of the mechanics wheeled your kart to the track and you stepped out to take your place beside it. You tugged on your gloves, your helmet propped on your hip underneath your elbow, glancing up at the others briefly and then doing a double-take at Jannik—not missing the way his eyes skimmed you up and down with an appreciative glint.

"Show the rookie what a perfect lap looks like," Antonio said, nodding his chin at Jannik.

"Oh, I will." You grinned as you sat in your kart. “I might even give you all a head-start… Just so things are even.”

You eased the kart forward a little to line up just behind the checkered line, coming up right beside Jannik. You nodded to the marshall who then held up the flag.

Everyone readied up, though you saw Jannik grab the wheel just a little delayed from everyone else, his head turned over to you for a moment. 

The marshal yelled out a countdown, and then dropped the flag. 

All the engines flanking you roared, but you stayed idle as they all jerked into motion..

You didn’t move at first, committing to giving them that head start, sitting at the line for a full few seconds ahead before your foot finally pressed the pedal.

Then you surged forward, the motor purring in your hands like something alive. You took the corners tighter than any of them, braking later, accelerating sooner. One by one, you closed the gap. Passing the first person by turn five. Two others by the back straight.

Jannik was second, with Antonio a few lengths in front, hugging the outside line. You clocked the opening before Jannik could—not that he even had the experience to be able to take in that information at such a pace—his kart drifted slightly wide into the sweeping left, just enough space at the apex.

You slipped in with barely an inch to spare, tires humming, chassis low. He turned just in time to see you glide past, and even through the helmet, you could feel his expression of awe radiating out from under as he registered you’d come up around him—and then, unmistakable, you heard his sharp laugh even through the growl of the engines. Genuine and unguarded, like he was truly thrilled to be bested so brilliantly.

The sound curled behind into the wind soon, as you whipped past, but had your face lifting into a grin under the visor.

And then it was only Antonio still ahead—until he wasn’t.

You overtook him with a clean inside move on the final hairpin, leaving him gaping as you crossed over to first just as the final straight came up

The pit and all your co-workers erupted when you were the first to cross the finish line. Shouts, whistles, hands slapping helmets. You pulled off to the side and lifted your visor, waving them off with a hint of a smile.

"Show-off," Antonio said, smiling and clapping despite himself. “At least brag a little, I beg you, it’s almost more humiliating when you don’t.”

You grinned at that, glancing around you as the others pulled up. Jannik unfolded from the low seat and, even as he climbed out of his kart, helmet tucked beneath his arm, his eyes fixed on you. He had on this stunned, quiet look, with the start of another smile.

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Antonio and some of the others of his group began to filter out soon after you clinched the win in their final go around, trickling toward the parking lot with flushed faces and laughter echoing between the garage walls after exchanging. You, meanwhile, were elbow-deep in the usual end-of-day routine—logging lap times, checking fuel levels, locking up the spare helmets. A few stray karts needed re-parking, a couple gloves left behind in the wrong bins. Clipboard under one arm, fingers smeared faintly with grease, steps echoing in the now-emptier garage—you moved through it methodically, taking on others’ responsibilities for the night so they could partake in the makeshift meet and greet Jannik was holding for the track’s employees.

In the lobby, Jannik was still on-duty in his own way. Your boss had corralled him for a mini photo op with the staff—you hung back and opted out, knowing each one would be everywhere from the company’s social media to the staff fridge by the next day.

To his credit, Jannik leaned into the commotion with an admirable amount of patience and graciousness—handling it with humility and as an expression of his gratitude for the fun day. He signed gloves, caps, tires, and even the front panel of an old kart with a cracked fender that had been retired for years. He took photos with each employee individually, withstanding all of them fawning over him with impressive stamina. 

Every so often, between poses or while waiting for a pen to be passed, he would glance out of the panoramic windows looking out into the garage—just casually, he’d sweep his eyes over to where you were working before bringing his attention back. Once or twice, he thought you’d caught on, but then you looked away as though you hadn’t actually noticed. Or at least, you didn’t let on that you had.

You locked up the garage just as the last few thank-yous wrapped up, your boss caught your eye and beckoned you over with an excited flick of his wrist. You crossed the lobby slowly, lips pressed in a neutral line, suppressing your amusement at your boss’s overzealous attempt to get you in a photo.

Jannik nodded as you approached, still holding a sharpie, expression slightly sheepish when your boss herded you two together. “She’s late, but come—Take a photo, take a photo.” He exclaimed before luckily getting called away by one of your co-workers.

Jannik shrugged, sending you an easy smile. "What do you think? Want a photo?"

You tilted your head, considering him. "I’m okay," you said, smirking. "I don’t need one."

His brow lifted, amused at your tone. "No? Okay."

"I mean," You tucked your hands into your back pockets and let your smile widen just a little. "I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again, soon."

"Yes, for sure," he said, agreeing with a sincere nod. "I definitely want to come back, soon—I really enjoyed today… Thank you, by the way."

“Yeah, of course...” You cocked your head. "But I was thinking the next time I saw you, it should be a date."

Jannik stilled, and just stared—trying to figure out if you were joking or not. Your delivery was smooth and easy, and it was hard to detect any jest in your tone. You waited half a second longer before allowing a small, coy smile to peak through, enjoying his disbelief for a moment before patting his arm. 

"I’m heading home for the night, but just ask the front desk for my number," you said, turning on your heel without looking back. "I’m free this Friday."

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was still watching you as you walked away. Your boss gestured for him as you neared the exit door, and looked back in time the see Jannik still looking your direction—visibly come to his senses.

“I’ll message you.” He called out, rushed and eager.

You just nodded, pushing the door open with a shoulder as sent him one more, cool smile before stepping out into the night. "Yeah, you do that."

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Um, wrote this instead of editing In Sync Part 3. I just like that series too much, I'm placing way too high of stakes on it. I need to chill.

Hope you like this one in the meantime though. Was flipping through the photos from his karting excursion and he just looks like he's enjoying himself so much. Thought it was cute, and that he was cute, and that all that made for a cute meet-cute, so. Here we are.

It's 4am for me also, so yeah, I'm effed. Also, I didn't know what to name this one and I usually have good fun with that/it comes more easily. So thoughts on a better title to re-name it to??

Also, reader's a bit of the stoic one in this fic, trying to mix up personalities here if you can't tell... Hope you can, though, and hope you liked!! xx

[myangxlics]

Shiver

Yandere OC x male reader

Warnings: Yandere stuff, a tiny bit of blood, nothing really that bad yet

A/N: this is DEFINITELY not named after Shiver by Coldplay (not proofread yet)

Word count: 2.1k

It’s summer and the weather has finally cleared up. You finish zipping up your suitcase and hurrying outside. “(Name)! Hurry up or we’re leaving without ya!” Your friend Maddie calls. You roll your eyes, she was the most impatient girl ever. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, you leave the house. One of your other friends, Olivia, helps you put both things into the trunk of the van. “Hurry up everybody!” Maddie calls, getting into the driver's seat. You hop up into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. You look over at Maddie before glancing into the backseats. In the middle seats sat Liv and her boyfriend, Tommy. In the backseats sat Cassie, her boyfriend Andrew, and his friend Parker. You look back at Maddie and whisper to her, “Why’d you have to invite Cassie? All she’s gonna do is fuck Andrew.” You look back and see Parker eyeing you. Your eyes meet Maddies once more. “And Parker is still into me.” You say, hushed. Maddie rolls her eyes and puts a hand on your shoulder as she starts backing out of the driveway. “Stop being a downer and just have fun. All you do is worry, let loose for once.” She says. “Alright, our first stop is gonna be a gas station in Colorado.” Olivia says, holding a map in her hands. As the car begins driving out of town, you close your eyes, using your jacket as a blanket.

Someone is shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you look up at Olivia in a daze. She smiles and shakes you once more. “Wake up, (Name). We’re at the gas station.” Olivia says, voice soft. You groan a bit and curl up in your seat. Liv sighs and pets your head. “Do you want me to get anything for you?” She asks. You nod sleepily, mumbling what you wanted for snacks and drinks. She nods and heads inside the gas station with everyone else.

Hours later and you all arrive at your first campsite. The night was long but fun. The next morning Maddie wakes up at dawn and yells around the camp for everyone to wake up and pack up the tents. Once everyones packed up you all get back on the road.

“Wow…I never knew Wyomming actually had a forest.” Cassie says, watching as the trees pass by. Olivia laughs with Tommy, cuddling up with each other. “There's woods EVERYWHERE dumbass.” Andrew says. “Hey, we’re reaching a gravel road, can someone else drive?” Maddie asks, pulling the van over. “Yeah.” Tommy says, already sliding the door open and hopping out. Olivia does the same and you and Maddie get out of the front seats. After you all get situated, Tommy begins driving.

“These woods are giving me the creeps…” Cassie says while playing on her phone. She groans. “There's no service out here either. Olivia, tell Tommy to get us out of this hillbilly area!” Tommy rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Cassie. Can’t you go five seconds without your phone?” Cassie scoffs at Tommy and keeps trying to get cell service. Suddenly the van runs over something. Everyone jumps and looks at each other, confused. Tommy stops the van and quickly gets out. You look at Maddie, a scared look on her face. She looks out the window and back at you. “It’s probably just a squirrel or something.” You tell her reassuringly. Tommy opens the drivers door. “Y’all might wanna see this.” He sighs. You, Olivia, and Parker all climb out of the vehicle. “What happened?” Parker asks, crossing his arms. “Well uh…” Tommy trails off, pointing at the back left tire. The tired had barbed wire stuck to it. “Holy crap…” You whisper. “Well…what do we do?” Olivia asks. Tommy looks around, scratching his head. “Uhm…maybe two of you can go and try to find a gas station or something. I mean if we keep walking in the direction we were going, we’re bound to find a shop or another person that can get us help.” He explains. You nod and grab your jacket. “I’ll go look. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” You say. Parker immediately grabs his jacket too. “I’ll come with.” He states and before you can say anything, Tommy smiles and thanks you both. He gives you both a few water bottles and some snacks. “Be safe.” He smiles. You and Parker begin walking.

It’s probably at least been an hour since the two of you started walking. It was all still woods and hot out. Parker stops walking and squints his eyes. You look at him, confused, before following his gaze. “I think it’s a gas station or somethin’...” Parker mutters, rubbing his eyes. “Well let’s go to it.” You reply, starting to walk once more. Parker grabs your hand, holding you in place. “Somethin’ don’t feel right…” He says again. You sigh. Sure you were a paranoid guy, but Parker was a whole different level of paranoid. “It’ll be fine. You’ve been watching those creepy videos all day.” You assure him, pulling his arm.

Soon you reach the building. It was a small auto or body shop. The garage door was open and the store door was propped open with a rock, an open sign hung on the doorknob. You can hear loud rock music playing from inside. You both walk up to the garage door. “Uh, hello?” You call out. There's no answer. “I told you this ain’t right…” Parker mumbles, crossing his arms. “Let's just go.” Parker says, upset. When you turn around you’re met face to face with a man. You let out a scream and Parker backs up. The man just smirks, taking a drag of a cigarette. “Sorry for scaring ya, pretty boy.” He then looks at Parker, still smirking but you swear that for a second, a look of anger is in his eyes. You quickly step between the two. “Sorry for bothering you, sir. You see, me and my friends are on a road trip but we ran over barbed wire and so we now need a new tire. Do you think we could buy one?” You ask calmly. The man's eyes light up again. “Well of course, cutie. I’ll get you and your friend what y’all need.” You smile. “Thank you, so much. Really, you’re a lifesaver. The man chuckles and shakes his head. “I ain’t that at all.” He says, turning and walking into the shop. You’re about to follow him, but Parker stops you. “I’ll buy the tire…just stay out here.” You nod and watch as he follows the man.

It’s been a few minutes and you’ve already gotten restless. You look at the mountains in the distance, they looked more than beautiful. Looking around, you spot a trailer home a bit more in the woods, only a small ways away from the shop. You can see a mini log cabin dog house in the yard by the steps and walk over. You crouch and look inside the dog house, seeing if you could find the pup. All that sits in there is a bone and a tennis ball. You smile and grab the ball before standing up and looking around. “Here puppy! Come here!” You call out, holding out the ball, hoping the dog is nearby. You let out a whistle, “Come here puppy!” You were about to give up on looking when something bumped into you. You practically jumped and immediately looked around before seeing a saint Bernard sniffing your shoes. You grin and crouch down, holding out your hand. The dog sniffs it before giving a small chuff.

“Here boy, you wanna play?” You ask, holding up the ball. The dog tilts his head and wags his tail. You throw the ball across the yard and watch as the huge dog bounds after it, letting out a bark. Suddenly, a hand claps onto your shoulder. You let out a scream and turn around and meet eyes with Parker. “(Name), what the hell are you doing?” He hisses out. You shrug and point at the dog. “Playing.” Parker just looks at you with an unamused face. “Playing?” He asks, scowling at you. “Leave the thing, it probably has fleas or some weird disease.” Parker grunts, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to the auto shop. “Parker, what the hell?!” You argue. Parker spins around and places both hands on your shoulders. “Listen,” he begins, voice hushed, “This guy is a weirdo, okay? He’s charging a hundred fifty for a new tire and my cell doesn’t work out here and I’m guessing yours doesn’t either.” He looks over his shoulder and looks back at you. “He has a phone in the shop. You call Olivia and see if she or anybody else can get out here, okay? I’m gonna try and a lower price on the tire.” You sigh, “Parker, stop acting like this guy is some killer. It’s irrational.” You state, crossing your arms. Parker rolls his eyes and walks back into the shop.

“Hey man, can we use your phone?” Parker asks. The mechanic grins and shakes his head. “Phones broken. But the one in my house works, I’ll take ya to it.” He says, wiping oil off of his pants. As he takes you to the house, you stop by the dog house, looking for the Saint Bernard again. “Ya lookin’ for Bo?” The mechanic chuckled. You nod. “Why don’t you find Bo and I’ll help your friend with the phone, yeah?” He says, going up the trailer home’s front stairs. “Are you sure? I mean, I should probably go with you, Parker.” Parker shakes his head, “I’ll be fine.” You give another nod. “Uh, by the way, what’s your name?” Parkers asks the mechanic. The man smiles. “Rusty, Rusty Smith.” He says, holding out his hand to Parker. The two shake hands and you watch as they disappear into the home.

You begin towards the treeline, calling for Bo. You spot the dog and he barks at you before running into the woods. “Wait!” You shout, running after the dog. You run through the woods, leaves and bushes occasionally scraping your arms and legs. Bo keeps stopping and letting you get close before bounding off again. You groan, beginning to get out of breath, but you still follow the dog.

The sun is setting now and you finally catch up to Bo. You smile and bend down to give him pets. Bo licks your face and gives a small bark. You stand up and look around, realizing that you don’t know which way you had come from. You look at the setting sun and begin to grow anxious. You’re in the middle of the woods, alone, and with no sense of direction. A small breeze causes you to shiver, your tank top and shorts not doing much to keep you warm. “Shit…” You mutter to yourself. You look down at Bo, maybe he would know the way back? Bo begins walking and you follow him. After a few minutes the beam of a flashlight cuts through the night. You shield your eyes and Bo lets out a bark before bounding to whoever was holding the flashlight. You timidly walk over to the figure before it speaks. “There ya are pretty boy.” Rusty chuckles out, moving the beam of the flashlight. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought I was gonna be lost out here forever!” You say, not noticing the now dried blood on Rusty’s forearms. Rusty chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Well, it’s a good thing Bo was with ya. Let’s get ya back to safety.” He says before beginning to walk.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made it back to Rustys shop. It was probably 10 pm by now and you let out a stifled yawn. “Ya tired?” Rusty asks. You nod. “Well you can sleep in my bed and I’ll stay on the couch, yeah?” He states, opening the home's door. “What about Parker?” You question, looking around for any signs of him. “Oh, he left after you went off to find Bo. He said you probably went back so he left too.” Rusty explains, but you swear you see this sinister look in his eyes. “But…Parker wouldn’t do that…” You respond, beginning to get upset at the fact that Parker had just up and left. Rusty sighs and pats your shoulder. “Told him to just wait. C’mon, let’s get ya some dinner and some rest and then I’ll take ya to your friends tomorrow morning.” You smile at his words and follow him inside.

[ares--athena]

Secrets

A/U- Harry Potter + The Vampire Diaries

Parings-poly Slytherin Squad x Fem Reader

Pansy Parkinson x fem Reader Mattheo Riddle x fem Reader Draco Malfoy x fem Reader Theodore Nott x fem Reader Lorenzo Berkshire x fem Reader

Angsty towards end, maybe part 2

Reader is given the name (Starr)

Laying in the boys dorm was always an experience. The room always had a strong smell of weed along with other substances. I was laying on Enzo's bed my head resting on his lap reading my book, tuning out their conversation. My legs were lifted as Theo sat down putting my legs on his lap. "How was practice Theo?" I asked noticing him, Draco, and Mattheo were back.

"Tiring, you know the captain is a real asshole." Theo said throwing the remark toward Draco. "So, I've heard." I said sitting up and wrapping my arms around him. "Wow Starr, you're taking his side." Draco said. "Come Dray you are hard on them." I say running my fingers in Theo's hair. "No, he just doesn't like doing any work." Draco said annoyed. "Dray, be nice to Theo." "Yeah Dray, be nice to me."

The door opened reveling Pansy. "Pans!" I jumped up borderline jumping on her. "Hi!" She shouted back. "Clearly someone missed me more than others." Pans snarky spoke to our boys.

Now the whole group was together. Theo leans back on the bed while I lean on his side, my legs rest on mattheo. On the other bed, Pansy is on Enzo's lap while Draco is next to them. We were listening to music while they were smoking.

I think at some point I fell asleep given that when I opened my eyes again they were all asleep. Pansy was laying with Draco's head on her chest and her own resting on Enzo. I looked to see Mattheo on one side of me with his arm thrown over me, Theo was no different as his arm was over both me and Mattheo. I slowly pick up Mattheo's arm and slip out before placing it on Theo as to not wake him. I stay still to make sure nobody wakes up and when I'm sure everyone is still asleep I slip out of the room.

I make my way to my own dorm room quietly so as to not wake up anyone else in the house. When I get to my dorm, I see an owl sitting on my desk. "Hi sweetheart." I say quietly to the owl as I rub her fur. She makes quiet hooting sounds. "You got something for me?" I ask quietly, she hoots, nodding down at my desk. It's another letter, I grab a snack from my desk holding it for her, "I'll have one for you tomorrow, you've had a long night." She hoots before going back out my window. I place the letter on my desk before changing my clothes to put on something more comfortable.

My owl hoots quietly and looks toward the empty bed that belongs to Pansy. "Oh hush, I'm going to tell them eventually." I said to the owl currently side eyeing me. "I am." I say once more but her stare is not deterred. I sigh and massage the bridge of my nose. When am I going to tell them? I asked myself before getting into my own bed not feeling like walking back to the boys deciding to come up with an excuse tomorrow if they ask. Before I put the letter away I was already knocked out.

I woke up to my room door opening but I wasn't awake enough to make my own self prominent. People walked in as I tried to go back to sleep. That was until I was woken up by people whisper shouting right by my bed; I groaned before turning on my other side. "No get up!" I heard someone shout before the blankets were ripped off me.

I groaned before replying, "What could you possibly want?" I asked still not fully awake. "Who the fuck is this from!?" Mattheo shouted before throwing a letter at me. "Holy fuck, you woke me up because of a letter. Are you all fucking kidding me?" I asked. "It had to be pretty damn important if you left our dorm to get it." Enzo said. "It had to have just gotten here, it wasn’t here when I went to bed.” I said rubbing my eyes and sitting up on my elbows still trying to get up. “The letter is fucking open why are you lying?” Mattheo questioned looking down at me. Him and Enzo were here and from the looks of it they were the only ones in here. I looked between the two of them and they looked at me. “It’s nothing, both of you need to relax.” I tried saying but Mattheo would let me get the words out. “No! You sneaking out of the room in the middle of the night to get a fucking letter fork someone you’re not telling any of us about!” Mattheo shouted. I tried talking, opening my mouth but I had nothing to say, nothing to satisfy what they wanted to hear, what any of them would want to know. “You know what Starr, you’rere keeping secrets and you can have them, now you can just have them on your own.” Enzo said harshly before grabbing Mattheo and walking out, slamming my door behind him. I let out a day and laid back on my bed rubbing my temple.

I heard my door open and saw Pansy walking in, “Pans, hey.” I said sitting up again. She didn’t say anything she grabbed her go bag, as we called them when we stayed at the boys dorm, “Are you still going to keep your secrets, from all of us, from me?” She questioned looking back at me. “Pans it’s not like that. It’s, it’s..” I tried saying but she cut me off, “You can’t even tell me what it is, and I thought you could tell me anything.” She said walking towards the door, “Pansy.” I said jumping up and grabbing her arm, “ I can’t lose you guys, any of you, this letter thing is nothing it’s insignificant.” I tried saying before she yanked her arm away from me, “If you think this is truly about the letter, then you have lost us.” She said before walking out and closing the door in my face behind her.

[bellarkeselection]

Breathe With Me

Request from @val2557 imagine of Kayce Dutton and he is helping the reader when she has a an anxiety attack when there is a lot of people at a dinner they are attending?

Everybody that knew who the Dutton family were had started making their own judgments about my relationship with Kayce. His father John always asked his kids to show up to the Livestock dinner party but it was rare that they all showed up. Beth didn’t see the point in it, Lee was focusing on running the ranch, Jaime was trying to run for office and that left the reason Kayce didn’t go to them….me.

I wanted to attend the dinners I really did. There was just one problem. I had anxiety when it came to large crowds who I felt were judging me. Running my hands down the light orange dress I was wearing I sighed letting my mind wander with my thoughts. “Come on Y/n. You can make it through this.”

“Y/n, are you ready….wow.” Whipping my head around I heard my boyfriend’s voice enter the bedroom.

I turned around making my short brown boots screech against the wooden floor. Normally I had my hair up in a braid but I decided to leave it loose and just put some curls on the ends. “Is it too much. I don’t know how you dress for a livestock dinner.”

“It’s not that. You….damn you look good.” Kayce gasped slowly crossing the floor until he was standing in front of me.

I smiled eyeing him in a tux for once. “You clean up rather good too, Dutton.” He had his normal black cowboy hat on his head paired with a white dress shirt and a black suit jacket.

“Are you sure you’re up for tonight. We can just stay home. My father will understand why.” He suggested to me.

I teased him trying to not have the conversation. “You just want to stay home so we can lay in bed all night.”

“I mean you weren’t complaining last time when we had sex for hours….but I am being serious about not wanting you to be nervous.” Kayce pointed out to me with a smirk on his face leaning closer to me kissing my forehead. He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me against his chest gently.

Shaking my head in disagreement I draped my arms over his shoulders kissing his cheek. “I’ll be fine, Kayce. Tonight is important for your father and he want him to keep liking me if you ever want to put your mother’s ring on my finger.” He nodded looping his arm through mine leading me to his truck since we said we would meet him there later.

The drive wasn’t that bad since we just listened to county music until we parked the truck outside the building. He helped me out of the truck and we walked in together not holding hands since I wanted to appear confident during the dinner. Kayce had me walk in front of him opening the next door wheee I gulped coming into contact with a room of livestock members all talking. “Hey, look at me. Just tap me if you need to go and we will.”

“I got it, Kayce.” I nodded moving through the crowd of people finding our table and name tags at the very front.

John walked out onto the stage nodding his head down at us as a silent thank you for being here the second we sat down in our chairs. Lee was there but Beth and Jaime’s spots were still empty. “Since 1886 every Dutton who died is buried 300 yards from my back porch. My great, great, grandfather, to my wife, and someday I will be there myself. When a tree grows on my ranch, I know exactly what fed it. That’s the best we can hope for because nothing we do is for today. Ranching is the only business where the goal is to break even. Survive another season. Last long enough for your children to continue the cycle, and maybe just maybe, the land is still there when a tree sprouts from you…lord god give us rain and a little luck and we’ll do the rest, amen.”

I smiled, watching his speech feeling fine until I heard someone next to our table whispering. "I can't believe they came tonight."

"My boys were joking that they don't come because she might be pregnant." Another mumbled to their friend.

Reaching for the fork on the table I attempted to push past the tightness I could feel beginning to surface in my chest. "But there is someone I'd like to recognize tonight because she has been a great member of the family for a while now. Y/n L/n, I appreciate everything you do for this family."

"Hey are you okay?” Kayce shifted his gaze over to me seeing my chest heaving up and down. I was also clutching the fork in my hand until my fingers were almost turning white.

Lee glanced our direction beginning to clap at the end of his speech. “Congrats to Y/n and my father.”

Everybody around us joined in the clapping and cheering while John made his way over to our table. He sat down in the chair next to me. I shifted my gaze around the room quickly in a panic seeing my vision start to get blurry. “Y/n?” Kayce calls my name the second I dropped the fork and it clattered to the floor and I jumped up rushing through the crowd to the bathroom.

Shutting the door quickly I gasped for breath sliding down onto the floor to catch my breath. Gripping my hair in between my fingers I was so annoyed at myself. I shouldn’t have ran out of the room like that but I didn’t know what else to do. “Y/n, darling. Can I come in?”

“Yeah…” I croaked out wiping away the and getting up from the ground floor when he opened the door and shut it so nobody would see me crying in there.

Kayce stared at me silently for a moment seeing that I was shaking in my boots. Wrapping my arms around myself I felt like I still couldn’t breathe even though the tightness in my chest had gone away. He opened his arms and tilted his head telling me to com here. “Sssh I’ve got you. I’m right here…it’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it….how badly do you think I embarrassed your father leaving like that?” I sniffed through tears gripping onto his dress shirt as tightly as possible.

He just keeps me close to his chest resting his chin on top of my head. He knew that I was going to worry about this when there was something more important like my well being going on. He wasn’t concerned with what the others out there thought, he just wanted me to be okay. “It doesn’t matter right now. Just breathe in and out with me until you’re better. Can you do that for me?”

“Mmm.” I made a noise barley breaking the hug where he was holding onto my forearms since I still didn’t have good balance. Taking in a couple of long breaths in and out I finally started feeling better where I laid my head back down on his chest and he kissed my forehead.

Kayce smiled lightly squeezing my hand in his. “Let’s get you out of here. I’ll explain what happened to my dad later.”

“Are you sure he won’t be upset?” I questioned him where he leads me through the hallway and out to his truck. He helped me back into the vehicle before getting in on his own side.

He reached over taking my hand in his once more. “I’m sure, baby. I just want you to feel better.”

“Thanks Kayce.” I smiled laying my head on his shoulder and we stayed in the parking lot just enjoying the silence before we went home for the evening. Both calm in the others presence and away from the busy livestock diner.

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[aestas666]

The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

-request via message of the reader interviewing kirk! (REQUESTS OPEN)

5:00 AM

That’s what the clock read as I blinked my eyes groggily. My body was still numb from sleep. The hours rushed by so fast it was as if I never slept.

“God, I have an interview.”  I thought as I rose from the soft duvet and headed toward the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I glanced at my apartment windows noticing the still dark sky. As the coffee maker softly hummed in the background, I pulled out my papers to look back into the history of the band I would interview later on.

METALLICA

That’s what was written as the headliner of the article I was reading in huge bold text.

Hopping into the shower I was rehearsing my questions, I had none prepared. That was the point of our brand. We intend to make things come up naturally and we invest on making sure we knew who we were talking to flat out.

“Should I look up a photo of them?” ... Shaking my head, I thought an element of surprise would be good.

After the shower I hurriedly rushed to my closet. “Should I dress in black? I mean- they’re a metal band. Am I supposed to look the part?” All these questions rushed in. I really should have prepared more the day before. I pulled out some black button long sleeves and some denim shorts with a black studded belt.

Downing the coffee in one go, I grabbed the keys of my car and rushed to the venue. It was in some room of the arena they were performing in. Call time was at 7:00 and it’s already 6:48.

Parking was easy, the lot was huge. I found myself running to the arena and into a hallway. Stopping at a door with 1507 written at the front.

I took a deep breath in and entered. The crew was in already. 2 guys named Michael and Jim. 

As soon as I walked in Jim (the cameraman) hit record. 

Only one guy was sitting on the chair, I looked back at Michael in confusion as he just nodded at me to go on. 

“Oh, um hi-” I extended my hand over the table as I took a seat down in front of him.

“Kirk. Kirk Hammett. Yeah, it’s just me, the guys are still sleeping.” He laughed softly as he shook my hand.

“Yeah sure, that’ll be fine. We could start the one-on-one interview now if you’d like?”

“Oh for sure yeah, you guys are the Ride or Die people, right? How does this work?” He looked at me with intent as I waved off Jim to stop filming.

“Yup that’s us. Basically, we ask general questions. Some fan questions that could get a liiitle too personal can come up and you have to answer honestly. That’s our whole gig.” He nodded, his mouth making a small “o”. 

“This’ll be interesting for sure. Never expected a cute girl from a name like Ride or Die actually.” His comment made me heat up; I mean. This man was gorgeous, he had such nice curls and an adorable smile. There was so much I wanted to-

“Hey. Are we starting?” Jim interrupted my thoughts as Kirk looked back at me, amused.

“Ah yeah- sorry. Start rolling.” He hit the record button as I once again extended my hand to the guitarist.

“(Y/N)”

“Pretty name, I’m uh. Kirk.” He grinned at the camera almost awkwardly.

“Renowned guitarist of Metallica. Wow it truly is an honor. How are you doing today, Kirk?”

“Haven’t had breakfast, the boys are sleeping, it’s 7:00 AM. I’m pretty good.” We both shared a laugh as we finished up some questions on the album, the band’s touring and his thoughts on the city.

“Now for the fun part. Fan questions. I’ve gathered some questions they are dying to know.” I enunciated the ‘dying’, watching him suddenly turn to stifle a small laugh.

“I’m kinda scared to be honest. They could get a little crazy.”

“You’ll be fine! This one is from Kacey, and she wants to know what your type in groupies are.” I cocked a brow at his furrowed ones.

“Wow. This one’ll need some deep thought.” He looked up as if he was reflecting. 

“Probably someone like her.” He nodded at me as I held my chest in pretend shock.

“I look like a groupie?” 

“You’d look good as one.” It was Michael's turn to chuckle as the camera whipped to him and I shot him a look.

“Who was the last person you had in bed?” I continued.

“Jesus. At least get me some breakfast first, wow.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment as he went on “Come with me and it could be you.” 

“God I would.” 

“What was that?” He shot me a look as if in shock.

“Huh?”

“You said you would. You’ve got some honesty there Ms. Interviewer.” He leaned in my direction as I mouthed a “cut that out” to Michael, who just rolled his eyes at me.

“This is the last question.” I stated as he clasped his hands together, awaiting.

“What place do you want to visit most?”

“Back to serious ones huh. Hawaii. It just looks so relaxing y’know.” 

“Well. Thanks Kirk. That’s all.” I glanced back at the 2 men who hurriedly sorted their gear back into place.

“Yeah, the rest of the band probably isn’t going to wake up any sooner.” Kirk called out to me as I rose from my seat to leave.

“Ah yeah that’s fine. I could come back some other time.” I put the notes I had back in my bag.

“I was serious by the way. I think you’re gorgeous.” My heart was suddenly pounding, I looked back to see both Jim and Michael gone. 

“Thanks, Kirk. You look goo..d” I mentally face palmed. I was dead nervous, and it was more than obvious.

“I don’t bite (Y/N). Come here.” He rose from the seat and approached me. He was taller, by some inches. He smelled like tobacco and a few hints of spearmint. 

“I’m sure you don’t.” I backed up toward a couch just at the end of the room.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you. Sit down.” He motioned toward the couch as he knelt on the ground. 

“Tell me. Do you want this?” 

Only a sicko wouldn’t want this. He was knelt before me and I just wanted to scream. “Yes please.” He grabbed my calves from the bottom as he softly trailed them on top of my knees. “Remove your shorts.” Quickly removing my belt, I looked away in embarrassment, I was still wearing my underwear and I was already flustered. Christ. “Pink panties? Thanks for dressing up for the interview I guess.” Kirk grinned, his fingers clasping at both sides and dragging the underwear down.

“Hey. I could stop anytime.” His brown eyes bore into mine as I shook my head with a clear no.

His rough hands caressed my thighs, opening my legs further. “You’re so wet already.” He dragged a finger down my slit and back up. Resting a hand on my stomach he licked a stripe and gave a coy smile at my flustered face. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was almost a whisper as the pounding in my ears increased. 

He stood up and leaned toward me to give a kiss, his lips were soft and wet and strangely tasted like mint. Grabbing my waist, he sat next to me and pulled me up to his lap as he continued to feather my neck with small kisses. 

I lifted my hips as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, he raised his hand to gather the slick from my cunt and pumped himself, his breath hitching.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.” I breathed out as he gently placed both his hands on my hips and lowered my body to his tip. “Fuck.” He moaned out, stretching me as I whined at the foreign feeling. My eyes squeezed shut while he whispered reassuring words, dragging his other hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer. 

“It’s alright sweet girl, move when you’re ready.”

I rested my head on his shoulder as I raised my hips up slightly and started moving at a slow pace. Gaining the courage as I got used to the pressure, he met my bounces with a hard thrust each time. I moved my head up to look at him. His hair stuck at the sweat of his forehead and his blown eyes focused on his cock pounding my cunt. 

He flipped me over and was now on top, still pounding, chasing his high. My legs were over his arms now as I gasped at the new position. Placing his thumb on my clit, he rubbed small circles, his jaw slack. My eyebrows furrow as I feel my orgasm rushing. “C’mon, baby.” He leaned to kiss me again, suppressing my soft moans. 

“Fuck, Kirk. I’m close.” My eyes started to tear up as his pace quickened. He’s hitting my sweet spot over and over as I choked a moan and felt my body tense and slacken at my release. 

“Your pussy feels so fucking good. I’m close, baby.” He rambled as he rammed into me, and I felt him fill me up after his thrusts.

He pulled out as I swallowed at the feeling of loss. He knelt in front of me between my legs and laid his head on my stomach, breathless.

“Wanna interview me again sometime?” He looked up with the same cheeky grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

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The Vacation from Hell - Chapter Two

Chapter two is now uploaded to AO3! It is also below the cut, in case anyone prefers to read on tumblr.

This chapter is VERY loosely based on the response sketch from @damntheyare's original 'human hotel' fanart. Because some tropes will never die (nor do we want them to).

Despite the numerous changes since Alastor was alive, he could more or less navigate thanks to a few familiar landmarks, like the old Hermann-Grima place. Back in his day, it had been a boarding house for single women. He slowed as they passed its faded blue shutters and gated front door.  

“What is it?” asked Charlie. “You know this place?” 

He shook his head. “Not exactly. I know about it. This house has quite a history, spanning back to before I was even alive! The families who owned it are well known around here.” 

“Speaking of, where is here? I didn’t ask since you seem to know the way.” 

“New Orleans.” Alastor paused. “Home, I suppose.” 

Charlie’s eyes widened. “This is where you lived when you were human?” 

“Born and raised!”   

“And the hotel we’re staying?” 

He didn’t answer. He could only hope it still existed.  

Their suitcase wheels clacked on the brick sidewalk as they strode down Saint Louis Street and turned right. Many of the businesses were from after his time. He didn’t care for their newer architecture: some flashes of style here and there, but mostly it simply existed. Functional without any flavor.  

They crossed over two more streets before reaching their destination.  

Alastor allowed himself to drink in the sight. The name Hotel Monteleone was embellished in bold cursive on all three sides of the sign above the main portico. Festoons and cartouches, worn with age, adorned the hotel’s facade. Flower-filled planters lined a set of windows, and sky-blue flags waved on poles attached to metal guards.  

Charlie’s jaw dropped, and her bag nearly so. “This is . . . wow.” She laughed. “Good choice, Al!” 

“Thank you, my dear!” he said, and found his mood marginally improved. 

A solitary footman stood before a pair of golden doors. His attire was more suited to the weather—a short sleeve button down—but the black hat couldn’t have been comfortable. As they approached, he swung the door closest to him open.  

Cold air wafted out from the lobby.  

“Maybe we should have someone greet our guests at the entrance, too!” she whispered, nodding her head in thanks as they entered. “Nothing says hospitable more than a friendly face greeting you when you arrive!” 

“Oh? And who would you suggest for our doorman?”  

“Angel Dust?” 

“Not the worst suggestion.” He thought she might suggest Vaggie, but Charlie seemed to realize her dour expression would deter sinners seeking redemption. “Though I can’t say the types of guests he’d attract are what you’re hoping for!” 

“That’s the point, Alastor! Everyone is welcome,” she insisted. “The problem is whether Angel would agree to it. He already works for Valentino. But maybe this will be a step in the right direction!” 

The lobby was even more impressive than the hotel’s front. Their suitcases glided over parquet marble floors. Framed paintings of the founder, along with other men Alastor couldn’t place, decorated the walls. Above them, gold inlayed panels adorned the bases of crystal chandeliers. The lighting filled the entrance with a soft glow, making the place feel otherworldly.  

To their left, a rose centerpiece stood in the middle, bench-like seating surrounding the arrangement. A set of stairs, most likely heading to the establishment's rooms, lay before it. Another smaller set of steps led to the entrance of a restaurant. Alastor filed that away for later. Once they were settled in, food would no doubt be a priority. They passed more seating in the form of sofas and upholstered armchairs, along with a grandfather clock ticking away the seconds.  

Charlie lingered behind as he approached the counter. 

The receptionist was a completely average woman. Not too tall or short, heavy or thin. Completely unremarkable. Her only standout feature was the short reddish locks framing her face. Her smile screamed ‘customer service,’ but she didn’t appear to be in a mood either. 

“Can I help you?”  

Alastor read the tag pinned to her blazer. “Why, yes, I believe you can, Marie!” he said with a flourish. “My companion and I are needing a room for the duration of our stay.” 

“Of course, sir.” Marie began typing and glanced between him and a screen that suspiciously resembled Vox’s head. “Do you already have a reservation?” 

Fuck.  

Yes, he did. Decades ago, when they were supposed to arrive. Alastor was left with quite the conundrum. Did he take a chance on the hotel having an open room? Or did he use his magic to . . . turn the odds in their favor? The latter was the obvious choice, but he had expended more energy than planned to transport the group and their belongings. 

Alastor lightly tapped the top of the machine and infused it with his magic. A green glow came forth from the monitor along with thread-like tendrils. They reached out toward the receptionist and infused her pupils with the same green glow.  

“Yes, indeed!” he gritted out. “It should be for Alastor Malveaux and Charlotte Magne.” 

Marie blinked; her eyes returned to normal. “Thank you, sir. One moment while I pull up that information.” 

“Was that your last name?” whispered Charlie, joining him at his side. 

Alastor shrugged. “Who knows?” he replied, his voice low. “Whatever it was, it’s lost to the wind. The Radio Demon is what I’m known as now, and I have no complaints.” 

“Okay, but what about my name? Charlotte Magne. Really? What’s wrong with Charlie Morningstar?” 

“Your last name might . . . raise a few eyebrows,” he said, smirking, “and Charlie Magne is too obvious.” 

“How so?” 

Marie interrupted before he could explain. “Okay, so I’ve found your reservation.” Her face twitched. “But I’m afraid the room you requested was double booked. Another couple has already checked in.” 

“I see.” Charlie turned to him. “I guess we’ll have to cut our trip short?” 

"No, no, Miss Magne!” said Marie. “This was entirely our fault! We do have another room available, though. Fortunately for you, it’s an upgrade!” She started furiously typing away. “How long did you and Mister Malveaux plan on staying again?” 

Alastor struggled to keep his grin. “Six days.” 

“And what time were you planning on returning home? Check out is before noon.” 

So many questions. “We can be out before then.” 

“Perfect! So, that will be five nights total—” 

“What a relief!” Charlie scooped Husk off her shoulder and held him in her arms. He had somehow managed to remain affixed the entire trip to the hotel.  

Alastor wholeheartedly agreed. “We’ll have to decide who gets which bed once we are in the room.” 

“Oh, you wanted two beds?” asked Marie, the clacking on her keyboard slowing.  

He blinked. “I beg your pardon?”  

“I’m sorry if I wasn’t clearer.” She held up her index finger. “The room only has one. If it’s any consolation, it’s a King.”  

He would not murder the woman for doing her job, even if she was getting on the very last of his nerves. Alastor forced the violent urge down and laughed. “It would be quite improper for an unmarried man and woman to share—”  

“We’ll make do,” Charlie answered, much to his shock. She looked up at him. “Is that okay?” 

“As you said,” he stated with a deep breath, “we’ll make do.” 

“All right! That’s five nights total with two pets,” Marie said, eyeing Niffty and Husk in their arms. “They receive their own little welcome package for free. Trust me, everyone loves it! And did you want any add-ons or upgrades for your stay? We offer overnight valet parking, along with a wide selection of wines and hard liquors—” 

“That won’t be necessary.” 

“Maybe some macrons for you and Miss Magne—” 

Charlie watched their exchange with rapt attention. No doubt she was mentally taking notes on what could be added to their hotel. That was the purpose of this visit. And while he appreciated her passion in theory—the more invested, the more satisfying it would be to see her dreams torn to shreds—the only one suffering at the moment was him. 

“Just the total,” Alastor ground out. “Please.” 

“That’ll be $2,204.60.” 

Alastor turned to Charlie and handed her Niffty, who let out a small ‘Yip!’ of dismay. Charlie gasped. She barely managed to catch the other demon—now dog—and juggle both her and Husk in her arms. 

Alastor unzipped the bag sitting on top of Niffty’s luggage and made a show of rummaging around. As he suspected, Husk had packed nothing but alcohol. He was grateful for once. A bottle of whiskey was calling his name. Hopefully the staff didn’t check the contents before they settled in. With his last bit of magic—at least until he could get some food and rest and alcohol—he conjured a stack of bills and zipped the sack closed. 

He pulled out the cash and began counting.   

Marie’s almond eyes widened. “Wow, don’t see that too often!” She stared at him grimly. “You’ll want to be careful. You’ll be a target for sure.” 

Alastor chuckled as he placed the last bill down. The remainder was shoved into his pocket. “I’m not worried.” He took Niffty from Charlie, much to her relief, and held the small dog under his other arm.  

Marie picked up the bills and double checked the amount. “Suit yourself. We don’t keep change here, but—” 

“Don’t worry about the extra. Consider it a tip for your hard work! Otherwise, we’d be looking for another hotel or returning home.” 

“Thank you, Mister Malveaux!” This time her smile was genuine. “If you don’t mind me asking, where is home for you anyway?” 

“I'm technically from around these parts, but it's been years since I’ve been back. Things have changed quite a bit.” 

Marie nodded. “You’ll find yourself at home in no time. Change doesn’t happen that fast here.” She turned to Charlie. “What about you?” 

“Well . . . ,” said Charlie nervously, “where I’m from is pretty big. And dry. And hot! Not to mention very . . . intense! It’s nothing like here.” 

Marie raised a brow. “Huh?” 

“California!” said Alastor, and he felt Charlie relax.  

“It’s where we met,” Charlie added, smiling at him.  

“Oh, so you must be an actor,” said Marie to Alastor. “You sure are dedicated to the craft, not breaking character! It explains the accent. The glasses and cash too. Those Hollywood eccentrics sure have rubbed off on you.” 

Alastor quirked his head. “Pardon?” 

“I’ve never seen you in anything before, but I'm not much for historical pieces.” She reached for the safety deposit box below the counter and locked the cash away. “But I’m trying to branch out. I’ll watch for you.” 

He and Charlie shared a look. A smirk graced her lips. 

“Not a word, Miss Magne,” he said under his breath. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mister Malveaux.” 

“Your room will be ready in a few minutes. Our bellhop will take your luggage for you.” A stout man with curly black hair approached. He wore the same outfit as the doorman, though his dark pants still held the crisp line from when they were pressed earlier that day. “Olivier, could you take their things to room 606?” 

He tipped his hat in her direction, then piled their bags onto the luggage cart. “I’m on it!” 

Alastor eyed the sofas in the lounge, but before he could move, he heard the shuffling of papers from behind the counter. 

“So,” said Marie, “what do you two plan on doing while you’re here?” 

No. 

Charlie bit her lip. “I’m not sure honestly. I was only interested in the hotel,” she admitted. “Alastor did all the planning.” 

Absolutely not.  

“I see.” Marie nodded. “Any sites you wanted to visit with Miss Magne?” 

He was not having any small talk. 

“I hadn’t given it much thought,” he said, his tone clipped. 

Marie’s expression brightened. “In that case, would you mind if I made some suggestions?” 

“Not at all!” exclaimed Charlie. 

“The Phantom of the Opera is in town,” Marie said, handing over several brochures. “Not sure if you’ve seen it yet. Broadway is probably better, but it hasn’t been to New Orleans in about a decade, so we’re all excited.” 

Charlie turned to Alastor and placed Husk on his shoulder before he could say a word. She took the pamphlets from the receptionist and flipped through one.  

“Is this any good?”  

Marie leaned over to see what Charlie was showing her. “The Voodoo, Witchcraft and Vampires tour? If you’re into supernatural stuff, sure. There's no shortage of that around here, even at this very hotel.” 

"How so?” Charlie asked.  

“There’ve been countless unexplained happenings over the years. Doors that open on their own, elevators that go to the wrong floor, even shadows of kids playing in the halls! Eyewitness accounts from different times, guests, and staff. Hard to write it off as coincidence!” 

What drivel. Charlie seemed to think so too, judging by her incredulous expression. If anyone knew what happened to a soul after they passed, it would be the Princess of Hell. They were either in her domain or they weren’t. It was as simple as that. 

“What about this, Alastor? They have jazz bands and even a jazz museum!” 

“I wouldn’t mind hearing a live session again,” he said. “It’s been ages! But I also wouldn’t mind some place . . . quieter.”  

“Then you have to go to Oak Valley Plantation,” said Marie. “It’s about an hour away from here, but if you want to get away from it all, that’s your best bet! It’s like stepping back in time.” 

Alastor considered her briefly. “Maybe before we leave, to wind down.” 

“Excellent! I can help get you tickets for any or all of those excursions. Give me another ten or fifteen minutes to calculate—” 

“We’ll do them all.” He glanced at Charlie, who couldn’t have looked more thrilled than if every sinner in Hell had been redeemed in one fell swoop. Alastor pulled all but a couple of bills from his pocket and placed them in her hand. “I trust you with the schedule, my dear.”  

Charlie grasped the cash tightly. “Thank you, Al! I won’t let you down.” 

“Yes, yes.” He sighed. “I’m taking a breather until our room is ready.” 

“Olivier should be nearly finished if you would like to head up, Mister Malveaux. Here’s your key,” Marie said, handing him a piece of plastic. “I’ll give Miss Magne the other so she can join you when we’re done.” 

Alastor held the rectangular thing awkwardly between his fingers. What odd material to use for a key.  

The elevator was several paces behind them on the other side of the stairs. Leaving the two women to hash out their plans—a decision he hoped he would not come to regret—he stepped into an empty lift and pushed the backlit button with the number 6. 

Husk pawed at his head, nearly knocking his glasses off. 

Alastor turned, his glare ice cold. “You’re trying your luck, Husker! I’m not in the mood to be messed with. Unless you care to find out if cats really do have nine lives, I would suggest you mind yourself for the rest of the trip.”  

Silence filled the compartment for the ride up to the sixth floor. The elevator’s ding! notified them of their arrival, and the doors slid open. A gold cart was parked in the hall several doors down. He could see the last of their luggage—pink, in all its shameless glory—being picked up and transported inside. 

“Thank you for your hard work, my good sir!” said Alastor, steadfast in keeping the last of his remaining patience in check. He handed the man a crisp . . . twenty? Fifty? He didn’t look. “Much appreciated!” 

Olivier’s eyes widened. Had he slipped him a hundred by mistake? “You’re too kind, sir! Thank you. Let me know if you need anything!” He pushed the cart back toward the lifts. 

The room’s door remained open long enough to slip in. Alastor allowed it to close behind them as he placed Niffty on the ground beside him. Husk jumped from his shoulder and landed on the carpeted floor. They surveyed their accommodations. 

White. It was very white. Alastor crossed over to the king-size bed and upholstered headboard, a wallpapered inset behind it. They were white. So was the bedding. As was the much smaller, more rustic chandelier hanging up above. The nightstands, the single-seated sofa, and the vanity and set of chairs at the foot of the bed.  

The carpeting. The floors. The ceiling. 

Everything was white. Even the bathroom gave him no reprieve. 

Was this what Heaven was like? 

Alastor felt like he was going mad. The only hints of color came from the trio and the baggage they had dragged along for the trip. Charlie’s and Niffty’s luggage were a sight for sore eyes against the colorless landscape that was their room.  

Husk’s was too, but for very different reasons. Alastor picked up the leather bag, placed it on the vanity, and pulled out a seat. A small glass was set upside down beneath a mirror. He grabbed it and quickly zipped the bag open. The bottle of whiskey he eyed earlier clinked against a bottle of gin, and without hesitation, he twisted the cap off with his thumb and poured out a healthy amount.  

Husk jumped up and hissed.   

Alastor tipped his glass and downed the drink. “Even when you can’t pour, you make an excellent bartender, Husker old pal!”  

An almost imperceptible beep alerted him to Charlie’s arrival. “That receptionist really knows her stuff!” She dropped a handful of brochures on the vanity, along with a much thinner stack of cash, and pulled out the seat next to him. “So, I know we’re here for research—” 

“You are,” said Alastor, pouring himself another glass. “I am but the chauffer.” He picked up the money, returning it to his pocket. “And sponsor, clearly.” 

Charlie hesitated. “Are you okay, Al? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink before.” 

“Well, we are on vacation, aren’t we?” This time he didn’t down the liquor in one gulp. He allowed it to linger on his tongue before swallowing, relishing the slight burn. “You were saying?” 

“R-Right. I still plan on getting the full hotel experience while we’re here. Even checking in has given me so many ideas! I’ll need to take notes, so I don’t forget anything.” She took out a notepad and pen from her purse. “Everything is so luxurious, don’t you think?” 

If someone enjoyed the ‘padded room’ aesthetic, then certainly. 

“But I figured, we might as well take in the sights too! I can only imagine how much has changed since . . . .” 

Alastor allowed the silence to hang between them.  

Charlie looked around awkwardly. “I’m sorry about the bed. We can ask for more pillows to create a wall between us. If that helps.” 

“You needn’t worry about me.” Alastor took another long sip before grabbing a different bottle from Husk’s bag. He read the label and realized he didn’t care what he was drinking, so long as it was strong. “I will make do.” 

“I don’t want you sleeping on the floor, Al. Or in the chairs. You should be comfortable!” 

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get there,” he said, fumbling over the words. His accent slipped as well. “In the meantime, you should do what you set out to do! There’s a whole hotel waiting to be explored.” 

Charlie stood and tipped her luggage onto the floor. “What about you? You’re not going to spend the whole day drinking, are you?” 

Alastor made one last drink and toasted to her. “Well, you could say I have some research of my own. But until then”—he tipped the glass back and grimaced—“I’m starting this trip off with a bang!” 

[yourstrulybrittney]

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Au! Actor!Gojo x Singer!R

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(AN) Hello!! This is my first post! So uh beware ! Don’t Know how far this will go to but prob less than 10 chapter (also depends on if it does well) . Hope you enjoy ! 💋

Y/n an up and coming singer. Gets booked as a songwriter for a movie. Producer ends up loving Y/n for the role of lead actress. What could go wrong with a Costar!Gojo?

Fluff! Smut! Angst! Fake-dating! Enemies to lovers!

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𝓒𝓱1-𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉.. || Pilot 

“You ready?” Asked your manager Sarori. “Yeah just-.. very nervous.” You said swallowing walking towards the big filming warehouse. “C-mon Y/N, we’ve gone over the lines over and over, you’ve done some acting too.!” Said Sarori. “Well yeah but those were little roles, plus I sing not act, I only got this role because the girl who was supposed to do it broke her arm..” You stated. “Look when you’re singing you’re telling a story, now you’re still doing that just telling a story made from someone else and not singing..”stated Sarori opening the door to the film warehouse. “They director still kind off hand picked you! Don’t forget this will also boost your singing career!” Exclaimed Sarori. You nodded sighing

“Y/N?!” Exclaimed nonchalantly a man in a suit with slick back hair and a lollipop in his mouth. He looks young and good looking, wouldn’t mind him being my costar you thought.. “Pleasure to meet, it’s Kusakabe.” He said extending a hand for you to shake then extending it to Sarori. “The pleasure is ours, director.” Said Sarori. Oh. “It’s nice to meet you, thank you for having me in this project.” You said bowing down a little. “Your room is to the left, room 2 it has your name card on it, make yourself at home.” Said Kusakabe. “Director Kusakabe, is it fine if we discussed the plan for Y/N.” Said Sarori. “Sure.” Now you were all alone. “What the heck Sarori you can’t just leave me all alone.” You thought .

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Now you decided to go look for your room. Walking towards the left, you see a name card “Satoru Gojo” maybe he’s my costar? You thought still walking, finally finding your room right in-front of his. You left your door somewhat open just in case Sarori comes back. “Wow.” You said in amazement, everything coming to realization. You kissed your infinite pendant on your necklace. “I’m about to make my dreams come true mom, wish you were here to see it though.” You whispered.

You sat down infront of the vanity touching up your makeup . When you heard a voice from the hallway outside. “Suguruu, I can’t believe they paired greatness to a little pop star, this isn’t some broadway musical theater movie.” He huffed. “Nah she must’ve done something with the director to get the job.” He said. Your jaw dropped. “Can’t believe I’m going to have to date her-.” He got mid sentence when Sarori brushed pass him opening the door to your room “Y/N!” Exclaimed Sarori. Gojo peaking into the room. Sarori slammed the door shut giving Gojo a glare.

Your head was on the vanity’s desk. “Is it too late to quit?” You mumbled. “Y/N!” Said Sarori. You looked up facing her. “Don’t some silly playboy stop you from achieving your dream, after this movie he’ll be pointing at a billboard and saying that I can’t believe was in a movie with her.!” Sarori motivated you. You sighed letting a smile. “You’re right Sarori, I won’t let you down.” You exclaimed. Sarori gave you a thumbs up with a smile. “C-mon let’s go” said Sarori. You got up unclipping your infinite necklace just to be careful leaving it on the vanity table. “Goodluck dating him.” Teased Sarori. “Is it too late to take that out of the contract, will it really be that useful for the pr of the movie.” You huffed exhaustively. “Too late, Y/N.” Answered Sarori. 

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Gojo walked inside to his dressing room. “Suguruu- she definitely heard me.” He said. “Gojo she probably did, and you need to stop being such an assho-.” Suguru said before being cut off. “Whatever.” Gojo said. “You know Gojo, this movie has been in a high demand, the book is extremely popular, you fuck this movie up and you’ll have a bunch of angry fans Harassing you-. You should probably apologize.” Said Suguru. “Whatever, whatever.” Gojo said sticking his tongue out, as if geto could see him. “All lot of people are excited about this movie, this will probably get you closer to that silly dream of yours.” “Okay dammit, I get it I’ll apologize.” Said Gojo hanging up.

The whole rest of the day of the meeting your coworkers day went fine.. Just hella tension between Gojo- and you. Soon came time to leave. Gojo went to his dressing room to grab his backpack and other stuff he brought with him. Walking out to the hallway seeing your room with a name card on it that read “Y/N.” “Guess I better apologize.” The door creaked open. “Huh, she must’ve already left.” He said walking towards the vanity when something caught his eye. “Hmm, An infinity necklace. What a weird coincidence.” He looked over to the infinity tattoo on his wrist, comparing it the infinity pendant on your necklace. Putting it into his pockets just so you wouldn’t loose it, in case you had some sentimental value to you.

“Hey gojo.” Said Suguru digging in the fridge. Gojo walked over to sit at the kitchen island’s stool. “Who gave you keys to my apartment?” Commented Gojo. “Why don’t you anything to eat?” Scoffed Suguru. “I just got this apartment, some of us actually have things to do Suguru.” Said Gojo rolling his eyes. “Anyways did you apologize to the girl?” “Uh-. No.” Gojo said digging in his pockets. Pulling out the necklace. Also putting his wrist with the tattoo out , for him to compare. “Look Suguru.” Suguru started comparing. Suguru started laughing. “Must be your soulmate or something.” Gojo just rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Well I’ve listen to some of that girl’s music. She writes about love, heartbreaks, and some other stuff. Better be careful Gojo, or she’ll write something unpleasant about you.” Teased geto. “She has a good amount of popularity to, when it comes to lyrics and voice she’s very gifted-.” Once again getting cutoff by gojo. “Damn geto, so much praising. You might as well date her yourself.” “She still has to proof to me she capable of working with someone as amazing as me. At least she has the pretty face to make up for it.” “You think too highly of yourself.” Scolded geto.

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Half a month had gone by. Tension between you and gojo stayed the same. Causing the acting to be mediocre. Something has to be done about it.

Knock knock. “Come in. Oh-.” You looked at the figure with white soft hair and bright blue eyes through the vanity mirror.You were still somewhat pissed of what he said, but nonetheless your a people-pleaser. You turned around in your chair. “How can I help you Gojo?”. He stood leaning on the wall behind the door. “Look I’m going out to restaurant with a few friends, if you want come by, maybe a few drinks will ease you up? And get you to actually get your shit together and do a better job.” He said walking out before you could answer him.

You decided on going, after all you wanted do you best on this movie, this might ease up the tension between you two. But still you’re gonna confront him for being such a bitch.

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You arrived to the fancy Nobu type of restaurant with Sarori, he said he had a few friends eating with the two of you, so bringing one friend wouldn’t hurt. You walked to the waiter up front describing Gojo. He walked you over to the table him and his friends were at. You shook everyone’s hand and introduced yourself. Gojo himself nowhere to be seen. Sarori sat by a man with pinkish hair. You sat in front of a man with long-ish black hair named Suguru Geto. Remembering he was the man Gojo was talking to when he was saying rude stuff about you.

“Gojo’s probably hooking up with some random ig model-.” Spoke a brown hair girl Nobara, before getting caught off .“Gojo should be here any moment.” “I’ve listened to some of your music, you’ve got talent.” Suguru said with a warm smile on his face. “Oh, thank you, i’m pleased to hear, nice to meet you Geto.” You said with a smile on your face happy to hear the words that came out of his mouth, you brought out your hand take shake his hand. He grabbed your gently, going to place a kiss on it when, a bump interrupted it. You saw the gojo sliding into the booth

He started talking to the waiter ordering every one drinks, but he settled on a fizzy drink. You looked over to Sarori to find her flirting with a pink-ish haired boy. “This is gonna be a long night .” You thought. Mostly talking with Geto throughout the night. Gojo Barely said a word to you throughout the night. He was on the phone going back and forth with someone. He was heavily eyeing you though you didn’t notice though.

Before you’d knew it you were drunk. It was still somewhat early. But you wanted to go home. Suguru had already left, he had work in the morning. So in order to get your mind off the boredom and the anxiety, you drank and ended drinking too much. Sarori was still in a deep talk Itadori. You didn’t want to ruin the moment for them. Grabing your car keys. “I’m going home, call me if you need something.” You said. “Y/N you drank to much, let’s go.” She said getting up. “No it’s fine I don’t wan’t ruin the moment.” You said rubbing your forehead. Itadori nudge on Gojo’s shoulder. “Remember you owe me one.” Whispered Itadori to Gojo enough for you not to hear. Gojo huffed it would also be a good time to talk and clear up things he thought. He got up grabbing your car keys in swift motion “Cmon Y/N , I’ll take you home.” Said Gojo. The last thing you wanted , was go with him. But Sarori gave you a “please look.” You sighed “fine.” Walking out with Gojo towards your car.

You sat in silence the whole ride, putting on the gps to your apartment building. He walked you up towards your apartment. Now you were all alone with him.

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Ch2 Preview-Why has your Actor Costar!Gojo been such an asshole? What are his goals? You’re about to find out! ;)

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To Die For.-Reader X Billy Lumis X Stu Macher

Autassassinophilia-a paraphilia in which a person is sexually aroused by the risk of being killed

Its not gonna be long and it probs wont be my best but heres a halloween special.

Warnings-Cursing, Weapons/Weapon Play (Guns/Knives), Degradation, Choking, Hair Pulling, Oral (M&F), Penetration (P in V), Praise, Fingering, Autassassinophilia, FILTH FILTH FILTH

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My heart pounds as I rush up the stairs, I use all my effort not to turn and see how close he is. Blood scatters the house, courtesy of the previous victims. I hear a twisted laugh as I slam the door behind me, locking it.

"Y/N, you can't hide from me forever." A distorted voice talks through the door. I quietly slide the closet door open, pulling a pile of forgotten clothes onto myself, thank god Stu is a pig. I slide the door closed and beg for Billy or Stu to appear, for someone to help me. I hold a hand to my mouth as tears stream from my face, the bedroom door creaking open. I hear the killer step closer to the closet, my heart pounding so loud my ears begin to ring.

The closet door slides open slowly and I scream as the clothes I'm hiding under are thrown off me. I scramble to move out his way as he leans forward. Confusion runs through me wondering why he didn't use the hand with the knife but I continue running so I don't risk dying. I run down the stairs and into the kitchen before something stops me, my vision clouded by fear and adrenaline.

"Woah, where you goin?" I cling to Stu as I realize that's who it is.

"Billy, oh my god, we have to go, come on." I cry as I grab his hand, dropping it as I notice the blood. I turn to run and see Stu.

"Surprise, Y/n." He smiles, holding a box to his mouth and I recognize the voice as that of the killer who was chasing me.

"No, please, no." I cry as I realize what's happened. "You killed all these people." I back away slowly.

"Well I couldn't do it alone, Y/n." Billy smirks from the corner of the room. "Promise you'll be a good girl and won't tell." He smirks at me.

I run around the both of them, tripping over a body and onto the couch, screaming as Billy grabs me, pulling me until my legs are hanging off the arm, my ass in the air. I feel something cold and I cry as I recognize the blade of a knife.

"Please." I plead with them, closing my eyes so tight I see spots. I feel Stu's large hands on my thighs, rubbing up to my hips. He flips me and I'm met with Billy holding a gun to me, the barrel only inches from my forehead. I close my eyes again, shock and embarrassment running through me as pleasure joins my fear. I feel my face heat up and my thighs press together.

"Look, Billy, it looks like she's enjoying it." Stu laughs and I pull my arms up to my face, hiding my embarrassment.

"You like this?" Billy presses the gun underneath my chin. I mumble a yes and he pushes harder. "C'mon you fucking slut, use your words. Be good for something."

"Y-yes sir." I push out, arousal practically pouring from me. Stu forces my thighs apart while Billy steps closer to my face.

"Wow, Y/n, didn't know you were like that." Stu smirks while slipping his hand between my thighs, pulling my panties to the side.

"Fuck." I whine as Stu slips a finger inside me, curling it. The tip of the knife scrapes at the soft skin on my thighs and I moan.

"You like this?" Billy speaks as Stu works his fingers quickly inside me, pushing me closer and closer to my climax, using the hand holding the knife to rub himself. "You like knowing we hold your life in our hands, knowing that one small slip of one of our fingers-" Billy grips my neck as he continues to talk, pointing the gun towards the open door as he speaks. "and you'd die?" He speaks cruelly as he fires a shot out the door. My ears ring from the gunshot as I fall apart on Stu's fingers, moaning a string of curses, praises and their names.

"Fuck, Y/n, that was real hot." Stu says, hurriedly pulling his pants down and releasing himself from his boxers. His tip was red, swollen, and dripping with precum.

"Slow down, Stu." Billy puts a hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my lips, leaving a streak of blood. I pout as Stu strokes himself, no longer stepping closer to my entrance. "Earn it, you fucking slut." He spits at me, waving the gun in my face.

"How, please, tell me how, I'll do it." I scramble to get up.

"Get on your knees, show us why you deserve it." Stu steps up to me first, greedily awaiting for me to get on my knees. I drop to my knees in front of the both of them. I take as much of him as possible into my mouth, pressing one hand on his thigh to brace myself and my other hand to pull Billy from his jeans.

"Fuck, Billy, please let me fuck her, please." Stu rasps while he throws his head back, one hand gripping the knife so tight his knuckles are turning white, the other hand sliding into my hair.

"She hasn't earned it yet, Stu, learn some fucking patience." Billy grits through his teeth, eyes closed in ecstasy as I pump him.

"Fuck it, I can't wait, Billy. I need to be in her now." Stu whines, snatching me up by my hair. He throws me onto the arm of the couch, he moves me until he has me exactly where he wants me. He has me bent over the arm of the couch with my ass in the air. I scream as he slams himself into me. He pounds into me at a merciless speed as Billy stands in front of me, shoving himself into my mouth.

"Go on, be the slut I know you can be." Billy demands as he fucks my mouth. He presses the gun to my temple, the cold barrel sending chills down my spine. I feel Stu cut my shirt up, splitting in two down my spine. I feel blood trickle down my sides as Stu cut me across my back, pushing me into my orgasm. The two of them help me ride my orgasm out, both of them reaching their orgasm inside me. Tears stream down my face as Billy puts himself away and Stu cleans himself off with a blanket thrown around.

"Was it good?" Billy laughs at my disheveled state.

"To die for, Billy." I smirk.

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Brozone (and friends (and enemies)) twitter drama au

Collaborative between me and @squirrelpatties. Truly our magnum opus

Jd: previously a frequent twitter e-clown infamous for name searching and starting beef with people who insulted him. His fanbase thought it was hilarious in a "grandpa escaped the hospital" way. Eventually was forced to relinquish control of @/brojohndoryofficial to his pr manager (clay) after he responded to 14 y/o @/j0ndryballzweat.

Floyd (part 1): his sex tape (with a fan he didnt know was a fan but thats hardly relevant) gets leaked. For the first three days everyone's timeline was full of "do NOT share it around, dont even look for it, if someone sends it to you IGNORE it, this is a disgusting breach of privacy" until Floyd addresses it by tweeting "decided to put on a different kind of show for you guys" and all hell breaks loose. Every tweets hidden replies are full of screencaps and reuploads for a month. People edit the video so just before anything explicit happens it's replaced by a video game cutscene or meme, which Floyd retweets a lot of. His brothers ask him to stop (both for publicity and bc it makes them uncomfortable) so he starts posting thirst traps on insta. Clay yells at him so Floyd tweets "clay just asked when I'm gonna get a girlfriend :/" which brings us to-

Clay: homophobia allegations. Admittedly the least serious and would have blown over quickly if it weren't for him panic tweeting "I'm not homophobic! My girlfriend is a bi lesbian!" People were NOT happy. It takes him three days of retweeting 'helpful educational threads and carrds' on lesbianism written by 14 y/os for people to get off his back. Viva understands.

Bruce: stays off social media bc its the mind killer so he lets clay take care of @/brobruceofficial. This goes well until clay gets drunk and thinks he's on his private account but is actually on Bruce's public. When he wakes up (hungover) in the morning hes got Bruce banging on his door asking why TMZ is reporting on him cheating on his wife. Bruce tells him to clear things up but clay JUST got the lesbians off his back and can't afford to be back in the hotseat...

Branch and poppy: branch was annoyed by all the branch/poppy rpf fanfic (poppy likes them bc she thinks they're cute and funny. When brozone go on tour she reads the smutty ones) so he suggested to poppy that they stage a fake breakup. Poppy is initially against the idea until branch brings up how much fun itd be to sneak around like a couple of teenagers. Poppy scrapbooks the tabloids about their breakup. Clay and Bruce blame clays drunken tweets on branch so clay seems like the victim. Poppy acknowledges this on twitter in a way that very heavily implies they broke up bc branch was cheating on her with her own sister. Viva does not understand. This one doesn't have a resolution yet bc we moved onto:

Barb: previous lesbian icon turned reactionary transphobe. Riff stopped associating with her once she started getting really public with it and now she keeps tweeting stuff like "you-know-who left me just to work with misogynists. Really makes you think 🤔 " which he ignores.

Riff: while still working with barb he was approached to collab with creek (damage control for the... unsavoury things he said about rock trolls). The second the song released he tweeted "wow that guy was an asshole LOL" bc he didn't realise he wasn't supposed to do that. Cut contact with barb once her transphobia went from "mild, I can fix her" to "jesus fucking christ". Briefly worked with Floyd until his second controversy at which point riff tweeted "cmon, man" and turned off his phone. Riff hasn't done anything wrong and he deserves a lot better

Velvet: crafted the perfect expose thread on Floyd when she was in prison, including "pro life" "publicly sharing inappropriate sexual content" and "uses the toothpaste flag". Posts it the second she gets let out of prison and instantly becomes #1 on trending (alongside "floyd" "pro life" and "#HUGS4CLAY).

Floyd (part 2): tweets "why does it even matter that I'm pro life if I'm gay and don't 'believe' in 'voting'" before doing another line off his boyfriends torso. People bring his leaked nudes back up and start insulting his dick size and its the first time hes ever let a controversy bother him. His next tweet is "I am not ashamed of my body" and the top reply (creek pfp) is "you should be ❤". Clay is biting the skin off his own tongue.