#well i guess i only have to try it for a week. and she'll still renew my long acting one anyway

[phagodyke]

wrote a note to my dr asking for a new prescription cuz I only have a week left of my current meds and she's just written back giving me like 4 different options for where I go with meds next.... so much choice AHH!

[ddejavvu]

i just read your drabble about Darry being sweet on pregnant reader and I love the part where he says he will lift her stomach up if the baby got too heavy 😭 can we pls have another drabble where he does that

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It's pretty impossible for you to wash the dishes at this stage of your pregnancy. Your belly provides an immovable barrier between you and the kitchen counter, and leaning over into the sink puts uncomfortable pressure against your stomach that makes you nervous. Not to mention the backache from hunching over- doing the dishes is simply not in your wheelhouse anymore.

That doesn't mean you can't dry them, though. You can take a towel and wipe the water droplets off of the glasses once Darry is done washing, and you can set them neatly on the counter if you can't manage to put them away yourself. You can still contribute to the household, no matter what Darry says.

"Are you out of bed again?" He asks, his voice coming from the bathroom as he exits the shower. He's a little more forward thinking than Sodapop: he brings his clothes into the bathroom so that he doesn't get caught naked by any unexpected visitors, which means that he's wearing a threadbare sleeping tee that's tight around the chest, plaid pajama pants over his lower half.

"I'm just drying the dishes, Dar." You promise, "Nothing strenuous."

"It looks strenuous." He frowns, brows creasing hard as he looks at your posture. Standing while this heavily pregnant is inherently awkward; you have to hunch yourself to maintain your new center of gravity.

"It's not, honey. I'm okay, I promise."

He studies you for a moment, leaning against the counter on his hip. Then he makes his decision, starting forwards over the small kitchen floor. You think he's reaching for the dish you're drying, trying to take it away from you in another endearingly overbearing attempt to relieve you of moving a single muscle. So you turn away from him, clutching the towel and the dish to your chest as if you could ever fight him off if he truly wanted to take it from you. But his hands slide around your waist and beneath your belly, apparently exactly the angle he'd wanted as he slowly, gently lifts your baby's weight off of your back.

You nearly melt into his chest at the feeling of the relief, an audible sigh leaving your mouth as he holds your pregnant belly off of your tired muscles.

"That feel nice?" He guesses, his voice a soft murmur beside your ear as you lean back against him. You should be more considerate; maybe he doesn't want your entire body weight slung against him while he lifts your baby bump, but he's sturdy and strong nevertheless. It doesn't seem to be a struggle for him.

"It feels so nice, Dar." You hum, feeling your tired muscles loosen and sing with relief from their constant strain, "Love it when you do this."

He presses a chaste kiss against your temple, still unmoving despite your whole body sagging against him, "Well I won't be doin' it for much longer. Baby's comin' in two weeks."

"You'll still have to hold her," You muse, "She's gonna hang off of you like a little monkey, Dar."

He chuckles and it shakes you slightly, the warmth of his chest intensified by the sweetness of his laughter, "You think so?"

"I know so." You nod, eyes still closed as you lean against his chest, "She's gonna love you. She'll be a total Daddy's Girl."

"I hope so." He hums, and you know that it's not as casual as it sounds: he's truly worried about his capabilities as a father, and he has been since you'd announced your pregnancy. But you know he'll be a great one, not only from the way that he takes care of his brothers, but by the way his hands already so expertly cup your stomach, cradling your baby before she's even born. You tug his hands closer together beneath your stomach, feeling your baby squirm but not kick in your belly.

"You'll be a great dad," You promise, soaking in the warmth of his touch as you lean back against him. She squirms again, not kicking you in the ribs but instead gently settling against the support his hands offer, "You already are."

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 10

Last episode, my Wild Ass Theory that Anin and Pin will inherit their mother's colors as they come into adulthood resurfaced as Anin wore a yellow dress when she left the beach, and this episode, she wears a blue and yellow skirt as she asks her brother to teach her how to drive.

Anin's brother is wearing blue, so I had high hopes for him being supportive of Anin this episode, and the piggyback ride as well as the purple flowers helped me keep the faith.

But Kuea stays pissing me off, and Anin's younger brother seems oblivious to anything beyond his own little get-everyone-hitched agenda.

So, of course, Kuea runs immediately over to the main house DURING HIS WORK HOURS to snitch on Pin. I appreciate that everyone keeps questioning his worth ethic though.

But the mom is wearing pink and blue, so unlike Anin's older brother, I have no idea how she'll take this news. Pin is wearing a darker pink now though, so I think the adult responsibilities are coming sooner than the girls are realizing.

AND WE GET BACKSTORY! Part of my Wild Ass Theory was that Pin's mom was a lesbian. She has her more vibrant pink color, but at times she wears yellow/orange. I guessed the yellow/orange came from a previous lover.

So her opening a sunflower ring was all the evidence I needed.

I don't know if Im's color is peach or pink.

But I can't focus because Patt is on the floor looking like a snack, and I think she is in blue.

Then, we see Im and Patt's love story. Patt was Im's companion and Im is still wearing whatever color she is wearing, while Patt is fully in blue.

And they were in love with each other.

Patt knows what Pin's ring means because she was once Pin. Im gave Patt the yellow flower ring in the same way Anin gave the ring to Pin.

But there was no happily ever after for Patt and Im because Im died!

I thought the backstory would help clear up the colors and the confusion, but it didn't! Patt seemed colorless in the past like Aon is now. If Im's color was pink, then it makes sense Patt carried it with her all this time. And if Im's color was peach, it makes sense that Patt uses it every now and then, yet it doesn't explain why Patt shifted her color from blue to purple. It also doesn't make sense why she was so upset about Pin's ring. It's not like Im rejected her or left her for a someone else. Im died. They loved each other. That love was real and never doubted, so why is she upset at Pin's ring now?!

The girls and their colors are evolving, but they are changing together, so what is the mom so afraid of? If we had seen society or some external factors harming Patt and Im's relationship, maybe I could understand, but the backstory just makes me think she should be more supportive of the girls' love.

But here she is now fully in her color and throwing her support behind Kuea! I do not comprehend this.

I'm shocked that Anin's older brother seems to be the only one with any sense! I was worried when he showed up colorless, but he helped to cover for his sister.

And now he can get that ally badge for supporting the color-coded couple!

Anin and I both love him dearly!

But Patt is still bothering me! She is a lesbian! She shows up in yellow and orange because she still loves Im. So why not let the color-coded girls be IN LOVE?!

Pin's color is getting redder just like her mom's, and I'm worried that her mom is going to push even harder next episode for her to get married. We have six episodes left. Even though I don't fully know what the colors mean, the reds and yellows/oranges are showing up too often now for me to ignore.

Just like Anin sneaking up on Prik, these colors and adulthood are sneaking up on the girls while they are just trying to enjoy their lives.

By the end of the episode, the color-coded girls in love seem to have sorted their issues out because Pink Person Pin is looking lovely.

Which is probably due to her getting all of Anin's attention after not seeing her for a weeks.

And Blue Beauty Anin looks refreshed the day after.

So of course this chick with her can't-get-one-consistent-color self would ruin the color-coded happiness I wanted to feel secure in!

Patt's color confuses me, but Aon's color(s) frustrate me because I don't know if she is trying to be Pin which is why she wears Pin's color(s) or if she has no real identity and will shape herself into whatever she needs to be to please Anin because she never wears a consistent color.

And I know this frustratation is going to stick with me next episode because my babygirl is crying, and I'm already salty about it.

At least Pin and Anin will be solely in their colors next episode, so I have nothing to worry about with them and their relationship, right?

*Heng walks into the scene* FUCK!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Falling Part Five | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jae tells Lana about the party but you get nervous, not knowing what his intentions with her might be... Pairing: Guardian Angel f!reader x Fallen Angel Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k (sorry I know it's short and horribly edited) a/n: Hey guys so I know I haven't updated this story in months and a few of you have been asking for it so I'm sorry about that. I know this is short but I wanted to put something out for you guys. I'm still stuck on figuring out what's going to happen at the party so that's why this is still a little short but hopefully I'll figure it out and post it soon! Thanks for waiting 💜 Start from the beginning

"Jimin I don't know what to do" I whine, dragging out the last word, "I've been able to avoid the headache of her going to any high school parties but of course when this tall, mysterious, intelligent guy and his friends come around she suddenly decides to go" I complain to him. 

"I mean to be honest I don't blame her. They seem like they're fun and Jae is charming and to be honest out of the lot he's definitely a lot more her speed. I feel like that's why they work so well together" he responds, trying to get me to calm down a bit which helps but I still don't know how I'm going to help her. 

"Maybe you're right. He does seem like a really nice guy and he hasn't done anything wrong. I think just the fact that this is the first guy she's actually shown interest in is making me a bit more nervous" I admit, plopping down on Lana's bed while she continues to study. 

They've known each other for a few weeks and he hasn't shown any signs of really wanting to lead her astray so that's promising. At this point though I don't really know what he does when he's around Jungkook which stresses me out at the very least knowing that Jae has messed up enough to trade his guardian angel for a fallen one. 

"Just keep a close watch and maybe then he'll show his true colors. Lana sounds like a smart girl and you'll be materializing in a few weeks right?" Jimin reminds me. "That's only if she doesn't start to stray and I'm afraid that if she goes to this party that it'll be the beginning of the end for us" I voice, letting all of my worries and doubts out. 

"Just keep praying that she'll stay strong and that she'll focus on staying on the straight and narrow" he say, making it sound easy. "I wish it was that simple" I mumble, turning my head to look at her while she picks up her phone to no doubt, text Jae back from the looks of it. 

"You've been with her since she was conceived and you know her better than anyone. Just put your faith in her and I'm sure you'll make it to materialization. You've done a great job watching over her so, don't doubt yourself" he encourages. 

"I'm sorry but I have to get going now. Let me know how everything turns out alright?" he say before ending the call. "Yes don't worry I will" I reassure him and say our goodbye right as Lana's phone starts to ring.

"Hey!" she greets excitedly, instantly letting me know who it is without even trying, accompanied by the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. 

"I miss you" he says and I instantly gag while she has the polar opposite reaction watching as her cheeks start to warm up. "I miss you too" she says softly. "I wanted to tell you the details of the party tomorrow and also I just wanted to hear your voice" he admits.  

'Could he be any cheesier?' of course Lana is eating it up though. Chances are he's gonna be her first love so I guess I'll just have to get used to this lovey dovey behavior from them. I drown their conversation out, still listening in but only enough to sense if something bad will happen but it's pretty innocent at this point thank God. 

Thinking about all this love stuff is taking me back to when I was young and falling in love with Jungkook...

Eons ago...  

"Go talk to her" Jimin says, elbowing Jungkook in the side and he groans at the contact still with his eyes fully trained on me. 

"She's probably already with someone else" he says, making excuses and tries to walk away but his friend grabs him by his shoulders and turns him around, making him face me again

"She doesn't have a bracelet yet" he points out, looking at my wrists, neither of them adorned with and sort of jewelry. "Just go talk to her" Jimin repeats, pushing on his shoulder and making him stumble, grabbing my attention. 

Jungkook and I make eye contact for a second and he smiles bashfully and I return it before going back to my conversation with a few other female angels. 

"Look he's coming over here!" one of them says once I've turned back towards the group giving the handsome angle my back making me straighten out my wings from their slouched position into a more graceful one. 

"He's probably looking at one of you guys" I say in a hushed tone, all of them having clocked the way he was looking at me, leaving me feeling insecure and pushing away the thoughts that someone as handsome as him would be interested in a lowly angel like myself. 

I hear a man clear his throat behind me and my body goes rigid praying it's not who I think it is having truly thought my friends had been teasing me. 

They all make eyes at me, wordlessly telling me to turn around but when I don't he chances speaking to me to get my attention. 

"Hello" is all he says and the smooth baritone of his voice is more heavenly than any other melody I'd ever heard. "Hi, um we've actually gotta go" one of older angels says and pushes the other girls to the side, herding them over somewhere else and my protests die in my throat once he tries his luck again. 

"I haven't seen you around here before" he says and at that I turn around to face him. My breath is taken away from seeing him up close, his features working in perfect harmony. 

"Um yeah I'm one of the new borns, I guess" I say, still unsure of how everything works around here, referring to my recently aged up status. "Oh, well it's very nice to meet you..." he trails off waiting for me to fill in the blank. "Y/n!" I say quickly, embarrassed to have left a longer gap between his question and my answer. 

"That's a beautiful name" he says, testing how my name sounds on his lips. I swear I never want anyone to address me by my name ever again unless it's by him or God. "Oh and you are?" I question, forgetting to return his interest. 

"Jungkook" he says, a name that I had never heard before but pray would be one I would utter again and again. "It's nice to meet you Jungkook" and I can see how his eyes light up and his wings slightly raise behind him, obviously happy to have heard his name from my lips as well. 

And from that moment onwards we started falling. Madly, deeply and hopelessly in love. That is, until he fell...

"JK said the party starts around 8 so I can pick you up around that time if you'd like" I hear Jae's voice say through the speaker. "Oh okay, yeah that works!" Lana says but she sounds a bit wary. 

"What's wrong?" Jae asks, clocking her change in demeanor. "It's just that my curfew is 10 so I wont be able to stay for very long and because you're the one JK's throwing the party for I wouldn't want you to have to deal with leaving early to take me home or anything" she says and he nods his head, thinking for a second. 

"What about this. Why don't we just go and hang out there for like an hour and then we'll leave and spend the rest of that time together on our own before your curfew" he suggests and she lights up at the idea. "I'd like that" she smiles shyly, a fluttery feeling in her stomach again, no doubt from the thought of spending true alone time with him for the first time.

"You sure you want to miss out on the party?" Lana questions, starting to feel guilty about it all. "The party is gonna go on all night so if I feel up to it I can always go back later on. You're the only one I really want to spend time with" he admits and again I can't help but roll my eyes. 

At least he's honest though but I really hope this night ends with a simple goodnight kiss. 'Please Jae for the love of God don't pressure Lana into losing her innocence' I offer as a silent plea. 

Lana is someone I've been entrusted to and I will do everything in my power to make sure that she stays safe. One boy is not gonna ruin this for her, she's stronger than this and I know that. I just need to keep reminding myself and stop doubting her. 

I've gotta put my faith in her just like Jimin said, and pray to God Jae's intentions are pure. Please Jungkook, don't encourage him to do this, I know it's your sole purpose to lead him astray, but please, not Lana...

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Alex posted (I think it was last Thursday) a story where he was on his way from an airport and on his laptop he had a photo of Sassenach bottles. It looked like he was on his way to Scotland, maybe for next week event in Edinburgh: 8-11of August. But still not seen anything that he is in Scotland. Also wondered where he was last Saturday outside M&S. Just thought.

But on Sam´s post from Saturday where he is asking if ready for the weekend, Wendy posted this:

And later that day Alex wrote a comment something like "I thought I was ready for the weekend", but the he deleted it.

Today this was a comment on same post:

I have seen that Inside Wee Box has collaboration with Andy the Highlander. I think the also had with Sassenach historian.

Maybe, this is just a guess, that Alex is in Scotland and they both are busy now with Sassenach (GGC) not only for the event in Edinburgh which will be later this week, but also before. Could be that M&S had with Sassenach to do (even I have to say Sam did not looked dressed like for a business meeting). But today could had been that they had something with Inside Wee Box. I have not see that they had collaborated with them before, or that Inside Wee Box had commented on any of Sam´s posts until now.

Yes, I saw the story of Alex at the airport and most likely bound Scotland for the Kimpton event. As well as Ashley who pronounced she'll be in Edinburgh 5 - 12 August, though last night her flight was canceled and she'll be arriving tomorrow.

I don't know how much to read into those comments. Didn't see AN's comment (or maybe I did and forgot 🤷‍♀️). Not seeing it anymore at least if it was there. As for weebox, they've always promoted OL and his booze as well, you can see that in their older posts. Don't think they have a collab with OL or SS for that matter but are all doing it on their own accounts. I actually don't care much about it or think much about it for that matter.

I figure if AN is in Scotland they'll surely be busy with whatever business wise. Don't think AN is there for just a nice vacay or visit him, nor Ashley. But I really don't think being photographed in front of the M&S store means anything. Gosh, perhaps he was on his way to AN who might stay in Edinburgh and he needed some mints, or AN was inside the store as he forgot his toothbrush 🤷‍♀️😂

For what it's worth, on Sunday evening S seems to have nothing better to do than trying to be funny during Duncan's live signing.

Duncan btw. announced that he's preparing for Hyrox Poland, maybe Sam can recommend him a nice training buddy! 😉

[angstysebfan]

My Roommate's Boyfriend - Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Reader learns the truth, but will it change anything? Bucky comes home. Warnings: Angst, cursing

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It’s been three days since you came home from Seattle. You spent those three days alone in your bed. You couldn’t stop crying or thinking about all that has happened over the last year, and especially over the last week. 

You finally get up out of bed and decide you should head to the store to get food in your apartment, not that you have eaten. You walk aimlessly down the aisles grabbing this and that, not really paying attention. Suddenly you bump into someone and drop the hand basket, which caused your groceries to fall on the floor. 

“I’m so sorry,” you hear a deep voice say.

You look up to see a handsome man ,with dark skin and a friendly smile, that you know to be Sam. You heat up in embarrassment, and hope he doesn’t recognize you. 

“No, it’s my fault,” you say quietly, as you kneel down to grab your stuff. Sam also kneels down and looks at you.

“I know you!” he shouts. You feel even more heat on your face. “You’re Nat’s friend, Y/N, right?” he asks with a smile.

You nod and continue to collect your things. “Bucky isn’t home yet, so may I ask why you are?” he asks, lifting his brow.

You stand up straight once everything was back in your basket.

“Oh, uh… I decided to come home early. Give them some time alone.”

Sam gives you a knowing look, “Oh, I uh, guess he didn't get his head out of his ass and continued being an asshole to you, huh,” he says.

You look at him and scoff. “Has he given you the 50 bucks he owes you?” you say sarcastically.

Sam laughs, both eyebrows raised. “No, not yet. He doesn’t believe in Venmo. He's probably still pouting that he lost,” he said.

You nod, “Yea, well… make sure he pays up,” you say as you start walking away.

Sam shouts after you, “He's stubborn, but you gotta keep pushing him!”

You turn back and look at him, “I’m sorry?”

Sam laughs, “Bucky. He's really stubborn. I told him that he wouldn’t make it to Seattle in three days, but he wouldn’t listen. He was close, but I know him too well.”

You stare at Sam confused. Sam shakes his head, as he walks up to you. “The bet. It was about how long it would take him to make it to Seattle. He said three days, but I bet him it would take him more. I won.”

You can’t help but stare at Sam and wonder if he was telling the truth. “Did… did Bucky tell you anything about our trip?” you ask hesitantly.

Sam shook his head, “Nah, figure I'd get the details when he came home. Why? Did something happen?” he asks intrigued.

You shake your head. “N-no. It was nice seeing you again, Sam,” you say and quickly head to the checkout counter.

Your thoughts were going in every direction and you didn’t know how to get them straight. You quickly checkout and head home.

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Bucky hugs Nat goodbye as he heads out to his Uber to take him home.

“Please don’t give up on her, Buck. I’m sure once you explain yourself, she'll come around,” Nat says into his shoulder.

Bucky kisses the top of her head. “I'll try, Nat. But she thinks so terrible of me, I don’t know if I'll ever win her over,” Bucky says.

Nat gives him her knowing smirk. “I think she will, and you know I am usually right.”

Bucky smirks as well and gets into the Uber, driving away towards the airport.

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Bucky unlocks the door to his apartment and enters. Sam is sitting in the living room watching TV with a beer in his hand. “There he is! ‘Bout time you got home!” Sam shouts standing up and giving Bucky a slap on his shoulder. 

“Oh, did you miss me, Sam?” Bucky said sarcastically.

Sam laughs, “Yea right! How was the trip man, talk to me.” Sam says as he grabs Bucky around the shoulder and drags him to the couch. Bucky can only sigh and shake his head. 

“It… it wasn't what I expected, that’s for sure,” Bucky says as Sam hands him a beer. 

“How did everything go with Y/N? I saw her yesterday,” Sam said.

Bucky’s eyes snap to Sam. “You saw her? Where? How did she look? Did she see you?” Bucky fires back quickly. 

“Whoa man, chill. Yes, I saw her at the store. She seemed out of it. Like she hadn’t slept in days. Her eyes were all bloodshot like she was either stoned or she had been crying. We spoke a little,” Sam said.

Bucky’s heart broke more as he heard the way Sam described you. “Wh-what did she say?” Bucky asked, picking at the label of his beer.

Sam shrugged, “I asked her why she was home. She said she decided to give you and Nat privacy. Then she asked about the 50 bucks you owe me.”

Bucky looked at Sam in a panic, “And… what did you say.” 

“I said you don’t believe in Venmo, so no you haven’t paid me yet. She seemed pissed off until I told her why you owed me the money. She seemed very confused and then ran out of the store like a bat outta hell. So, you gonna to tell me what happened on that trip of yours?” Sam asked.

Bucky stared at Sam. You knew the truth! So is what Nat said true? Will this mend things between you? He hasn’t stopped thinking about you since you left. He wanted to run after you, but Nat said you needed to cool down. He tried calling you, but it went straight to voicemail. He texted but no answer.

“I don’t know man. One minute we're fighting, like usual. Then she explained about what you overheard at the bar and I found myself standing on the side of the highway kissing the hell out of her,” Bucky said. Sam raises his eye brows, intrigued.

“Then she almost got attacked by a bunch of stupid fuckers, but I made it there on time and saved her. I slept with her that night, nothing happened, but I slept so well with her in my arms. Then the next day when we made it to the border of Washington, I knew I could have made it to Seattle, but I wanted one more night with her alone. I lied to her about the hotel only having one room, so we could share a room. Something happened between us, and it was the best sex I've ever had. We talked that morning and everything seemed fine. She asked to borrow my phone cause hers died and she wanted to text Nat.

I left her alone to change, which is when she saw the text between us about the 50 bucks. She thought I made a bet about gettin' with her. She started giving me the cold shoulder, and I didn’t know why. I planned on confronting her when we were in Seattle, but she changed her flight to that night. She never let me explain. She… she hates me,” Bucky said.

“Damn man. That sounds like quite a road trip. What did you do when she left?” Sam asked.

Bucky sighed, “I hung out with Nat, but I couldn’t get Y/N out of my head. Nat kept giving me advice, but I… I don’t know if I should bother. Maybe I should give up. I was an asshole to her for so long she will never see me in a good way.”

Sam smacked Bucky upside his head. “You’re a fucking dumbass dude!”

Bucky glared at Sam, rubbing the back of his head. “Why? Because I know a lost cause when I see one?” He asked.

Sam stands up and faces Bucky. “Dude, you've been secretly pining for this girl for a whole fucking year! Yea, you were an asshole, but apparently she still had feelings for you if she slept with you!” Sam said.

Bucky just looks at him, shaking his head. “It’s no use-”

“Man, shut the hell up! She misread a text message between us. Yes, she should've asked you about it, but based on your history she automatically assumed you were messing with her. She knows the truth now. So why are you still sitting here instead of running to her and talking this thing out? Do you still have feelings for her?” Sam asked exasperated.

Bucky nods, “More than I did before,” he whispers. 

“Then get over there and don’t take no for an answer. Go get your girl!” Sam shouts.

Bucky stands up and grabs his duffel bag. “It’s late, I need to think about this. I’m going to bed,” he says, walking into his room, Sam shaking his head at him.

When Bucky closes the door Sam just says “Dumbass” to himself.

Bucky lays on his bed staring at the ceiling. He knows Sam is right, but he wants to do this right. He wants to sweep you off your feet! He needs to come up with a plan.

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Of course Bucky won't give up... but will his plan work and will the reader and Bucky get together? We'll see. Feedback is appreciated.

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Down the Pit - part 4

Aaaand here's Bane, Talia and Reader again, after a loooong time. And it's not even the ending yet.

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It had been a year since Bane and Talia had come back into Y/N's life.

From the moment she had called her protector to say where she was, Ra's al Ghul had known where his daughter was too, and with whom. If he hadn't been delighted, he hadn't shown it.

Understanding that the young girl would not accept being separated from those who had raised her in the Pit, the leader of the League of Shadows had not tried to intimidate Y/N again, even accepted certain adjustments.

With all the money they had accumulated over the centuries, he paid for her trip to the temple, where she was allowed to stay for a week every evey three months.

At first, the other members looked at her with suspicion, almost contempt. She had no business here, she was weak, she risked putting their balance and safety at risk.

Then Bane had given them a simple look, without saying a word, and even if they kept their distance, they treated her with great respect.

Only Barsad behaved normally with her, or at least normally for a member of a ninja sect.

"Don't disturb my student." he had told her when they met, looking neutral.

"I don't intend to…"

"I felt that there was something before she ran away. Maybe she'll be more focused and hardworking now that you're here. She likes to impress. But she can also be distracted, and I refuse to let that happen."

Obviously, the man knew Talia well, because when she wasn't trying to escape him to spend time with Y/N, she did everything to show her all her knowledge, speed and fighting techniques.

It was a little scary to see her fight like that. It would have been useful in the Pit, but they were no longer in the Pit. It shouldn't be necessary.

Of course, Barsad didn't hurt her. He was tough and strict, but he held back enough to never go too far. He wasn't that nice to his other students, and it had nothing to do with age. Being the daughter of the leader, and Bane's protégée, gave certain advantages, despite all the obligations.

What was really scary was imagining her alone, out there, facing people who wouldn't be as nice as Barsad.

Y/N didn't dare say it, because it was already miraculous that she was in the Temple, but Bane seemed to guess what she had in mind, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Everything will be fine, habibi. She's strong. Our future leader. She has to prove herself, then everyone will obey her, and she won't risk anything."

"You can still understand that I'm not reassured."

"No. I trust her."

With a small smile, Barsad revealed to her that this was not entirely true. At the beginning of er training, Bane was very nervous, and even today, he often came to check that everything was okay.

It was the same the few times that Y/N, because she was bored and wanted to learn, joined Talia. When he learned what she was doing, the giant with the mask did not react well, first ordering Barsad not to take her as a student, then not to be too hard on her.

After each session, he waited for her in their room, asking her if she was in pain, checking the marks on her body, offering a massage or a bath.

His rage made the temple tremble when Barsad decided to make her pass the ice test. It was cold and dark in the water, and Y/N's first moment of understanding that she had just fallen into the frozen lake was to raise her head, wanting to go back to the surface. But seeing the shadow of the instructor, and everything he represented, she hesitated.

It was peaceful down there, despite everything else. Like in the Pit, dangerous, but so far from all these problems.

Seeing that she was not swimming back, Barsad had dove to get her, maybe because he wasn't as horrible as Talia said, or maybe because he knew what Bane would do to him if she died.

Surrounded by blankets and his arms, near a fire, Y/N was not left by the giant for several days, growling at those who tried to separate them.

Things could have been simpler and quieter when Talia and Bane came to visit her in Gotham. Their stay was always shorter than hers, barely a few days, and most of the time they didn't leave the apartment.

At first, Y/N had thought it was a question of security, and a little shyness. They had never lived in a big city, there were a lot of people, noises, smells, and the league had enemies who could take advantage of the crowd and confusion to attack.

She wasn't wrong, and that was one of the reasons why Bane refused all the outside activities she suggested. But he also refused many things that were harmless, like music, movies or chocolate.

All the things that Y/N had told them about in the Pit and that had made them dream.

Not understanding this useless overprotection, she asked him why, and the answer was like a slap in the face.

"I don't want her to be corrupted. These things, these people, they will dirty her. She doesn't need all that."

"… Why come here then ?"

"To be with you, habibi. You could come and settle in the temple if you wanted, you would be safe there, you would learn to defend yourself and we would no longer be separated."

"But I wouldn't be free."

"… I don't understand. Of course you will be free."

Apparently, they didn't have the same definition of freedom, like many other words.

Y/N couldn't completely blame Bane. He had been taken out of the Pit where he had grown up by the league. He knew nothing else and he owed them a debt. He couldn't go against Talia's biological father. So for him, their truth was the truth.

And their truth was that the majority of humanity was rotten, tarnished by society, lies, selfishness. Full of darkness and fear. It was important to protect Talia from that.

However, it also seemed unthinkable to separate her from Y/N. The young girl didn't want it, and Bane didn't want it either, without being able to understand that Y/N was part of the world he hated so much. She had been born there, she had grown up there, and even if she knew it wasn't perfect, she knew its positive points.

After the Pit, she knew even more how to appreciate fresh air, pure water, a warm bed, the chance to have the choice to do what she wanted. She also wanted that for the little girl, who discovered the world only during her short visits.

But for him, she was not free. No, she was locked in her job, in her rent, the need for money, the insecurity of the streets, the injustices done to women, in addition to all the other injustices.

At the Temple, with him, she would risk nothing. She could laugh with Talia, read, train, dance, eat, sleep peacefully. A simple life, but a wonderful life.

Unfortunately, there came a time when their difference of point of view became too important.

Maybe the league was not helping, the leader often spoke to Bane telling him that the situation could not last forever, and that he had to find a way to convince Y/N to come with them.

In any case, each visit to the Temple became harder because he always asked her if she really wanted to leave, accompanied by Talia who stared at her with hopeful eyes, while being in a bad mood and criticizing everything as soon as he was in Gotham.

"Don't do this." She sighed, holding back tears, after he had just refused to let them go to the movies.

"Too much noise. Too much risk. Stale air, horrible smells. And useless. Why pay to see something you can see here, on this screen ?"

"It's always more impressive on a big screen, Bane. I just want Talia to see a movie in the theater, so she can experience it."

"No. It's stupid."

"Don't say I'm stupid." Y/N asked, trying really hard to keep calm, but her voice was starting to shake.

Bane noticed. He stared at her for a long time, as if he didn't understand what she had just said, or why she was saying it.

"I didn't say you were stupid, Habibi."

"Of course you did. Don't you realize that every time you criticize something here, you're criticizing me ?"

"Not at all. I…"

"I'm part of this world, Bane. I try to accept yours, to understand it. To adapt. But I get nothing in return. You hate everything here, while you loved my stories in the Pit. You insisted that I tell them. You wanted this life for Talia too ! What happened ?"

They both knew what had happened. The league, but also reality. The stories were always beautiful and perfect. Bane had quickly seen the horrors from the outside, and in addition to his respect for Ra's, he approved of their mission to clean up the world.

But he continued to see Y/N as an exception. Perfection. He wanted to protect her, and for that she had to come with them. But she didn't want to.

He could have forced her. Without any problem, he could have put her on his shoulder and taken her to the airport, to keep her in the Temple. If he did that, he was no better than their jailers in the Pit. Bane wanted her to come of her own free will, so that they could live happily together.

Talia too, who came timidly into the kitchen, stopping the discussion because they did not want to fight in front of her, even if she had already heard them.

That night, Y/N slept on the couch, without warning, first letting Talia go to bed, then Bane, before taking a pillow and going into the living room without saying anything.

The giant did not try to hold her back or make her change her mind. The first night, he still came to sleep on the floor, next to her. Like before.

Then Y/N did the same thing the following day, and at the end of the week-end, when she woke up, they were gone.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I can picture handyman!jason helping miss Maggie with her car like…. Thinking of Jason in a tank top with grease covered hands, working in the heat, gently swiping away sweat from his eyebrow, trying not to get grease on his forehead is doing something to me rn 😵‍💫🫠

Jason looked up from where he was working on his bike and blinked.

Living across from the pool had it's hazards. He'd seen more flabby ass and geriatric mating rituals than he ever cared to... But today, laying on a tanning chair in the blazing sun- was you.

And his initial assessment of your chest still stood. And the rest of you... holy god. The man you'd left back in Michigan was blind or stupid.

He jerked his head back down, forcing himself to focus on his bike. You were getting leered at by men old enough to be your grandfather. You didn't need him doing it to. But- damn. He adjusted himself, shifting over and coughed. It had been a while. A long while. And it didn't help that he was already so... aware of you. Your comings and goings.

Out and about with Maggie and her little cohort of cantankerous older ladies. To and from work. Just living your life. But... There was a subtle way the air changed. It seemed to get staticky and crackle. A breeze that always blew through your hair just the right way.

It made him want... things that he'd always been afraid to want. More than a fling or a one night stand.

"Fucking damn it," he muttered, fumbling with his tools. Not noticing until a shadow had fallen over him. And he looked up, blinking in surprise.

"I- hi-" he said, coughing again. Rocking back on his heels to be able to look into your face better, "everything ok?"

"Fine," you tell him, hitching your tote closer on your shoulder, "I just wanted to apologize for the other night I-"

"It's fine," he said getting to his feet and wiping sweat out of his eyes with the back of his hand. "I had a good time-"

"Maggie means well she just-"

"I'm the only single guy under 40 she sees on a regular basis," he said grinning. "At least that she'd want to set you up with-"

"It's true," you tell him ruefully. "She had me drive her and her girls to a male strip club last week-"

"Oh no."

"She tried to buy me a lap dance."

"Do anything for you?" he teased. "I mean-"

"He was sweet, just not my type," you tell him. "Working his way through nursing school. And he has a lovely boyfriend."

"Aww."

"So I guess we're going shopping some time." You shrug and smile a little.

Jason bit his lip for a moment and exhaled slowly, "I uh- dinner was really good."

"Thanks, Mags loves her Tex Mex- remind her of her first husband I think-"

"Maybe I should return the favor and cook for you sometime," he blurted.

You blink for a second. The words not quite sinking in and Jason holds his breath. Waiting.

"I'd like that," you say, looking away. "We just can't tell Maggie-"

"Oh god no," Jason agreed, laughing as he let out the breath he was holding, "She'll have a church booked and a honeymoon planned before we make it to dessert."

[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 📖 ꒱ BOOKSTORE BOY

Armin x fem!reader

Chapter index / Chapter Ⅳ

Overview; it's been some time since you visited the bookstore and Armin has been missing you a lot. But you appear just when the lonely blue-eyed boy is closing up shop for the day. His grandfather has invites you back to their house in the countryside for dinner.

Content; fluff, angst, kissing

TAGLIST; @sad-darksoul

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Armin melancholically lowered his chin onto the cash register and let out a deflating sigh. His grandfather gave him a sympathetic look.

"She hasn't been around in a while." Armin muttered.

He looked blankly at the display books in the window; they were all crammed together. There was an unmoved cart full of books standing nearby, which he hadn't had the energy or motivation to shelve away.

"She'll come around again." His grandfather assured.

"But it's been weeks..." Armin replied glumly.

There was a silence.

Armin sighed again and rubbed the side of his face with his hand. "It feels so quiet." He commented. It was clear in his voice how much he missed you.

"Chin up." His grandfather said.

Armin halfheartedly pulled himself together.

The working day had come to an end again and you hadn't been there. Armin assured his grandfather that he could close up shop himself, so he let him be and went to get groceries for dinner. Umi the cat comfortably napped in the basket that he carried.

While glumly locking the front door and rolling down the shutter, he heard someone shouting for him.

"Wait! Armin!" You called out, running towards the store.

Armin's heart leaped at the sight of you.

"H-hey!" He stuttered out in surprise.

When you reached him, you panted to catch your breath, "I-I guess I'm a little late... I forgot you closed at five."

After hearing your voice and seeing your smiling face again, it felt like not much time had passed at all since your last meeting.

"Oh... well, since you're here." Armin mumbled softly. He rolled up the shutter again and unlocked the door to the bookstore. "But we best keep the lights off, or everyone will think we're still open."

"Okay!" You beamed happily at him.

So the two of you found yourselves alone together in the bookstore, browsing the aisles in the waning sunset light. Though, admittedly, neither of you were really paying attention to the books; you were too busy catching up on each other's lives.

You explained that your schedule had gotten wildly busy. Armin felt a bit silly, because he'd been overthinking, and came to the conclusion that maybe he said something to drive you away.

It's so nice to hear his voice again, you thought. And he was thinking the same thing.

"Ah, I missed you." You laughed after he made an awful pun about something.

He stuttered, unsure how to respond, "I did as well." He managed to say, but barely.

In the back of Armin's mind, he was trying so hard to challenge his nervousness. He had so much to say. Sometimes he'd lay awake in bed, imagining the conversations that he wanted to have with you.

"I'm not good at speaking..." He admitted. It seemed random to you, but it was currently burdening his mind. "But there's a lot that I want to talk about with you."

You looked at him understandingly. "Hm... maybe we should write to each other! I've been sending letters to my friends lately, but they think it's pretentious." You laughed.

It lowered your spirits remembering that. You were so excited to send old-fashioned letters to your friends as a surprise, but only one of them was vaguely amused by the endeavor. The rest were indifferent, or called you pretentious.

"I'd say any friend who calls you that isn't a friend at all." Armin said honestly. "Personally, I think the idea is really sweet. I'd love to receive a letter from y- from a friend."

You felt your eyes light up. He may have thought he was bad with his words, but every time you talked with him you felt your spirits rise.

"Well, actually, now that you mention it..." You began shyly. "I did write a letter for you. I've been meaning to give it to you for weeks, but everything seems to be getting in my way. It's so annoying!" You complained.

Armin smiled and intently listened to you complain about your schedule and how everything seems to go wrong even when you're careful. You dug around in your bag and pulled out the letter.

"Wow, a wax seal and all? That's really pretty... where did you come by one of those?" Armin analyzed the letter's seal, admiring the pattern.

You shrugged, "I found it in my grandmother's attic. She had a whole writing kit, with a special fountain pen, but I don't know how to use one of those... so I just wrote with a ballpoint pen."

Armin laughed, "I like that. A fancy letter written in ballpoint pen." He said.

It was almost completely dark in the bookstore, except for Armin's phone torch, which he propped on the books to provide a small area of light.

"I know how to use a fountain pen..." Armin mentioned after a short silence. "I could teach you."

"Oh really! Then, we could write real old-fashioned letters – pretty ones – to each other..." You responded excitedly.

"I'd love that." He admitted, and then added with a half-laugh, "Actually, you know, sometimes I want to throw my phone into a lake."

"Me as well. I don't like receiving phone calls, or text messages. When I tried to write text messages more eloquently, then I got slapped with one of those 'you're pretentious' comments." You said.

"Was it the same person who called you pretentious for the letters?" He asked.

You nodded, "Yeah. I'm not sure why I still talk to him, I guess it's just because we've known each other for so long."

Armin felt a small pang of jealousy in his chest.

"Well, personally, I'm just bad at texting. And writing, too, for that matter. I don't think I have a single poem that I'm proud of." Armin continued, steering the conversation away from the topic of whoever this mystery man was.

"You write poetry!" You gasped, "And you never told me!"

"I'm not good at it..." He nervously ran his fingertips over the back of his neck.

In the middle of your conversation, the doorbell chimed.

Armin's grandfather appeared at the entrance with one hand carrying a basket filled with market vegetables and the other carrying a familiar Russian Blue cat.

At first, he confusedly asked why the store wasn't closed up.

But when he saw you and Armin standing in an aisle, he raised his head in understanding. "Oh, I see." he said, "Well, Armin, at this rate, it would be kind to invite the young Miss back home for a warm meal. It's getting late and cold."

"Oh! Um, sorry! Yeah... um..." Armin stuttered.

It felt like after the atmosphere between you and him was disturbed, that Armin's ability to speak significantly decreased. Like a river's flow turning turbulent after having been laminar.

"...Would you like to?" Armin asked, turning to face you.

How could you refuse the idea of coming home for a warm meal with a sweet boy and his grandfather?

"I'd love to, as long as you both don't mind having me." You responded kindly. Armin felt the tone of your voice shift since you were no longer comfortably alone with him.

"Of course not. Let's get going then." Armin's grandfather said, and you three headed out the store together.

⁕⁕⁕

The night finally took over the sky. Street lamps lit up, their globe of light appearing fuzzy and soft. You and Armin followed his grandfather like he was the leader.

Even though he said it was alright for you to call him Harry, you anyways called him Sir Arlert out of respect.

It was a long walk to their house. They lived quite far out of town, it almost felt like you were in the countryside, but not quite. Sir Arlert explained to you that this was the 'old people area'; all the veterans who dedicated their hearts in the war were serenely snuggled up in these well-built homes.

"You can't pry these homes from them. They'll never give 'em up." His grandfather chuckled. It amused you how some elderly people speak of other elderly people, as if they are not all the same age.

"To be fair, I wouldn't give up these homes either. They remind me of English cottages." You said.

Armin was being silent, keeping his hands shyly tucked behind his back as the three of you walked on the dirt road.

"But it isn't nice," Sir Arlert spoke, "Because for young people like Armin, who live with geezers like me, there are no people his age in the area; just more old geezers. It gets lonely for young men."

You tilted your head in thought. "I guess that's true."

"I don't mind it." Armin said, blushing.

His grandfather quickly responded, "Ah but you were moping about being lonely and sick of seeing the same faces until Y/n walked into the bookstore one day!" He said.

Armin blushed violently. He felt the heat searing from the top of his cheeks to the bottom of his jaw.

"Really!" You laughed.

You finally arrived at their home. It was old. And just like the books in their bookstore, it was falling apart. But inside, it was as homely and inviting as browned pages.

While Armin hopped around like a nervous bunny to prepare the kitchen for cooking, his grandfather calmly lit the fireplace and set the table at a snail's pace.

You helped Sir Arlert where you could, and went to light up some candles and gas lamps. It felt like you were in another era, it was wonderfully cozy and quiet, not like in the city where you used to live like an ant in a colony.

The fireplace crackled very quietly.

Armin's nimble hands peeled potatoes and carrots. He began chopping them up for the stew, and then you came to stand by the kitchen's archway.

"Need a helping hand?" You asked him.

His voice nearly got caught in his throat. "No, I've got it – OW! Fuck!" He yelped as he cut his finger.

"Are you alright!" You cried, and quickly rushed over to him.

"Yeah, I'm good." He stuttered.

"Aw, your finger is bleeding! Let's go to the bathroom to fix it up." You said, hastily wrapping a cloth around Armin's finger.

⁕⁕⁕

He felt conflicted; his finger hurt, but at the same time, if he hadn't accidentally sliced it, then you and him wouldn't end up alone together in the bathroom upstairs.

The bare lightbulb flickered above. The candle by the window made up for its lackluster illumination.

"Sorry." Armin apologized softly.

"For what?" You tilted your head.

"For being a bit much." He said.

"I don't know what you mean, Armin."

He was trying to string a sentence together, he was on the verge of saying the first word, but then you smiled and interrupted him.

"It's alright, Armin. You don't have to speak a word, I know." You said understandingly, gently cleaning his wound with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol.

He nodded. "I-I'm usually not this bad at speaking..." He said shamefully. "It's just nerves."

"Do I make you nervous?" You asked.

He raised his face at you. His eyes were full of light despite being in a dim room.

"A little bit." He smiled lopsidedly, looking away the second you made eye contact.

"Sorry..." You say quietly.

"Not in a bad way, though." He assured.

You pursed your lips to keep from smiling. Armin did the same.

After nursing his finger, the two of you headed downstairs to continue cooking with his grandfather, and then joined together for a warm, homely meal.

Umi was in her own cat world, except for when you and Armin began washing the dishes; then she decided she wanted to sit in the dish rack.

"It's very cold," Armin's grandfather commented, "And there's a slight drizzle. If you want to stay for the night, Armin's room has plenty space. I'll get the blankets." He said.

Armin's heart panged in his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, and he had soap suds going up to his forearm.

"Oh, I don't want to be a burden... I'm sure I can make it home before the rain gets heavier." You said.

It seemed that the gods were trying very hard to keep you and Armin together tonight, because almost two minutes after you said that, a heavy thunderstorm broke out.

Rain cascaded down the roof's eaves.

Armin's grandfather went into the hallway to take out the blankets that were stowed away into a cupboard.

After washing up, he gave Armin these blankets, and then disappeared into his bedroom with a tired 'goodnight'.

⁕⁕⁕

Armin lead you into his room; it was a small attic room, as neat and composed as his style of clothes. He insisted that he take the floor, but you came up with another idea entirely.

"Why not the both of us make a fort, and sleep in it together?" You suggested.

"A-Alright." Armin laughed. His heart beat rapidly, he could feel it.

So the two of you built a plush fort together. Armin laid the base, and you brought the chairs and draped a mismatch of blankets and sheets over it. There were dazzling fairy lights strung by the window, and glow in the dark stars on the ceiling; towers of books threatened to spill over.

The two of you kept your voices hushed and gentle throughout the night.

"I like your room." You said, laying comfortably in the fort that the two of you made.

"Oh... thanks. I actually kind of hate it." Armin said.

You laughed, "Why? What's the matter with it?"

"Well, it's small and sad." He chuckled, "Just like me." He joked.

"Armin!" You laughed with him. "I don't think it's small and sad. It's full of life, and it's got your feeling plastered all over it."

He rolled onto his side to look at you. Such a simple thing, yet it took such courage. You felt really close to him, it was like the two of you were in a bubble that the world couldn't pierce.

"What do you mean, my 'feeling'? Is that good or bad?" He asked.

"It's good." You assured him.

He smiled a little.

Although he seemed so shy and gentle, there was something in his eyes that told you another story of his personality. He was a book that you had only just begun reading, but you wanted to skip in between the pages to answer all the questions you had about the plot.

"Armin, do you consider yourself a romantic person?" You asked. It seemed random to him, and made him blush.

"Well, sort of..."

"What do you mean, 'sort of'?" You smiled under the dim light.

Armin felt lulled by your voice.

"I've never really felt like I've been in love before meeting you." He blurted out.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

The two of you looked at each other. You began laughing, and he did too.

"Sorry." He mumbled, hiding his face into the pillow. He recoiled so much, you felt his warmth leave your air.

"Don't hide away! I'm not startled, I'm just surprised. I didn't expect you to admit to that now." You said.

"You mean... you already knew that I like you?"

"Oh, definitely. I knew from day one." You laughed.

"Really!" Armin let out a long groan, "That's embarrassing. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

You shook your head, "I like you very much, too. I'll be honest, most of the time when I came into the store to browse, I wished that you'd come up to me and say hello." You admitted.

That was a surprising revelation to him; he would have never thought that you were wishing for that.

"I meant to say hello many times, my friend always encouraged me to." He said.

"And why didn't you?" You asked teasingly.

"I was too shy and too nervous." He admitted simply. "I overthink a lot, it stops me from going after what I want."

A silence passed. You looked at him with glittering eyes. Armin really felt like kissing you right then, he was thinking very hard about it.

"Am I something that you want?" You asked.

Armin blushed.

"Yeah." He said.

You were trying to figure out how to tell him that the feeling was mutual, but then you realized that words are not necessary sometimes.

So you went in for a kiss. A swift, gentle kiss. All the meaningful feelings that words couldn't contain were expressed there, on both of your quivering lips.

[rouiyan]

𝘞𝘌’𝘙𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘚 ; 𝘛𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌𝘙 [ 𝘭.𝘮𝘬 ]

⧏ RELEASED — READ FULL FIC HERE ⧐

marks manages to land himself in a forty-two hour drive across the country with his archaeology major ex-girlfriend in the passenger seat. but for the duration of the whole ride, the only thing he can think about is that one twitter meme that states that “a majority of archeologists are women due to their natural ability to dig up the past.”

✧ photographer!mark lee x (fem.) archaeology major!reader ✧ exes to lovers, road trip au, referenced college au ✧ fluff/angst, hurt/comfort

✧ full fic w/c : 25.2k ✧ teaser w/c : 828 ✧ teaser disclaimers : food tw, knife tw, profanity

author's note — uhh.. well this is kinda awkward. i know i haven't posted content in a long ass time... sadly, this is by no means an official return to writing, but instead a piece that i've written on and off for over two years! now that i've been given a window of unoccupied time to finish it to my liking, i hope you look forward to it! i've missed you all btw

「 DAY 00, 01:42 PM 」— CUPID DABBLES IN BURNT TOAST

"oh, come on. i thought you were nicer than that!"

it's at times like these where mark is led to think that haechan only considers him as his very best friend for three things. his toaster, his car, and then of course, how easy it is to torment him.

he’s experienced enough to know that the guilt he feels is really only a direct result of haechan's guilt-tripping antics. and so he responds sarcastically, "yeah, nice enough to save a girl from a week of being in close proximity to the person she hates most in the world."

the toaster dings and haechan catches the two pieces of toast in their flight. he sticks one in his mouth, breaking off a bite, whilst turning to toss the other onto his friend's plate. chewing roughly, he leans back onto the counter opposite of mark, watching in contempt as the latter spreads jam across the burnt slice of bread.

haechan points a finger and juts it in his direction, offhandedly commenting, "i'm starting to think that it's you who hates her," a fact that both friends know isn't true. and because of that, mark doesn't make a big deal of denying it. "i don't hate her. i'm just..." he trails off and haechan takes the opportunity to craftily stage his intervention.

"not trying to make her uncomfortable?"

"yeah, i guess."

"not wanting her to hate you more?"

"there's that too."

"not over her?"

"hey, not cool."

a passage of silence elapses as mark sets the butter knife aside in exchange for his orange juice. gulping it down, he gets through two thirds of the glass before haechan perks up again. "actually, i think she still has a thing for you."

mark sputters, barely swallowing his drink before it could hurl out his disbelieving mouth. trying to smooth over his show of defiance, mark recovers a nonchalant expression as he deadpans, "there's no way. you know better than i do that she fucking hates me."

haechan takes another bite, aware but indifferent at how the crumbs have been gathering at his feet. his eyes trail absentmindedly to the clock on the wall behind mark, but only briefly for the hands are far past where he'd expected them to be. shoving the last of the toast into his mouth, he rushes to gather his belongings whilst uttering to his bewildered company, "shit, i'm gonna be late. pack it up."

obediently downing the rest of his orange juice, mark grabs his half-eaten, jam-slathered, burnt-to-a-crisp toast in one hand as the other reaches for his car keys on the way out. the unbearably hot sun of an early summer afternoon only hurries mark further along to his car, his wishes that he had worn shorts instead of jeans already too late to come true. but once both car doors have been shut and seat belts have been strapped, haechan carries on with his agenda without missing a beat.

"just give her the ride, mark. she'll keep you company and, i don't know, make sure you're not falling asleep at the wheel. and plus, she said she'll split the toll and gas fees."

mark shoves the last bite of toast into his mouth, the charred-ness of it procuring a nice crunch. even after he swallows, it takes him a second to respond. and though his answer is still far from budging, it sounds more like a justification, as if he needs convincing of his own opinion. "tell her it's cheaper to just catch a flight. and faster too."

exasperated, haechan retorts under his breath, "that's the same thing i told you," to which mark gives a raised brow, not catching what he said. instead of repeating, haechan only says, "just take her. you guys need to make up anyways."

that renders mark quiet for the rest of the ride as he tosses the thought over in his head. it's a thought that he knows he's been pushing away for far too long, hoping one day it'll become redundant enough to simply forget about. unknowingly, mark begins to speed a little, his turns become a little tighter, and when the traffic light signals red, the nose of his car is pulled daringly close to the car in front.

mark parallel parks shoddily in front of the archeology department building four minutes earlier than google maps had estimated. his best friend looks over at him expectantly and that in itself is enough to squeeze the reluctant words right out of him. "fine, i'll think about it."

haechan's face lights with a satisfied glow as he swings his backpack over his shoulder, making his way out of the car as quickly as he can. and just before mark can think to wish him good luck on his last exam of the spring semester, haechan blurts out the one crucial detail he had neglected to bring up until now.

"thank god, because i already told her you said yes."

copyright © 2023 rouiyan all rights reserved.

[yuesya]

So Mama Shiki AU has grabbed me by the throat, not as fiercely as Twin Cannons AU, but I am still getting terrible gremlin ideas all over your sandbox. It's the one AU in which Satoru isn't the First and Best, most powerful sorcerer of the Gojo and a Terrible Grelim of the first degree from birth. Because the elders have been frog-boiled by Shiki's quirks, so at first they think he's just taking after her (regrettable, but inevitable considering he's the HUGEST mama's boy) only to slowly realize he's actually WORSE. Many tears were shed the day this realization was had. I think this could actually bring Daisaku to retire.

Also, I can't help but think she wouldn't catch ANY of Suguru's red flags (or Tsukumo's, for that matter) and thoroughly approve of their relationship. The first time she misunderstands their relationship as romantic (Shiki is under the impression she has gotten better at human interaction and understanding people. She has not) she gives Satoru a heartfelt speech about how he should date/marry whoever he loves and she'll do everything in her power to make sure nobody stands in his way. Satoru and Suguru are so moved they don't realize they haven't corrected this misconception until several weeks later. (Satoru, not really caring: "I guess we should clear that up". Suguru, stress levels reaching critical mass: "Satoru, if your mother thinks for a second I am leading you on I am going to DIE" Fake Dating AU!)

And now for EVEN MORE Crack (c'mon, it's me, what were you expecting?) I can't stop laughing at the image of Yuzuki being revived in the Shibuya Arc by that old woman who incarnated Toji into her grandson, because trying to find one opponent that can stand up to Toji AND Shiki AND Satoru AND Megumi is ridiculous. Their only option was to try and attack them emotionally. But what actually happens is Yuzuki asks about Satoru (we had a son? and he is healthy? and he has friends and support? :D), then looks at Toji's muscles, makes eye contact with Shiki and goes "NICE" (Satoru and Megumi are mildly traumatized. Tsumiki is just happy everyone is getting along)

Daisaku probably retired the instant Shiki became a registered Special Grade lol. By the time Satoru starts raising havoc Daisaku is sitting by his koi pond with his hands covering his ears; as long as the clan compound is still standing at the end of the day it's None Of His Business.

(The funny thing about Shiki: In zenith, she's 'well-behaved' mainly because of the people around her. Because she doesn't want her Ken-jichan to worry about her, because she wants to be good for her Satoru-nii.

In this particular AU, Shiki's only real attachment would've been Yuzuki.)

Shiki would be Very Bad at interpreting regular human interactions without Yuzuki. Fake Dating AU is entirely possible in this 'verse haha.

I think the only reason why Toji's consciousness sort of came back was because of his Heavenly Restriction? Something about it overwriting the original vessel's information, so in Yuzuki's case it would be doubtful that he could pull the same thing off.

... Ooh wait, what if Kenjaku possessed Yuzuki's body? :3

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Epic Buddie Fic Rec | October 9th-15th 2023

Hey guys!

I'm trying to get back into the habit of making these recs every week. I've been working on a banner and it's not ready yet, but I didn't want to wait for it to be ready before making fic recs because procrastination = bad!! 😆 I hope you enjoy!

If you don't know me from my other fic rec blogs, I rec pretty much all the fics that I've read and that I've enjoyed in these recaps, but I put an emoji next to the ones that I liked just a liiiiiittle bit more 😉 For Stucky, I used blue hearts (💙), for Steddie I used black hearts (🖤), and for Buddie... well the decision wasn't too hard to make 😜

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take me to the edge (then let me fall) by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP | 1K | Explicit): Or, the one where Eddie edges Buck until he loses his mind all the while calling him a good boy.

🔥 but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-S6, Time Loop | 28K Mature): He puts his laptop away after a bit, and paces the length of his apartment as he tries to take stock of the situation at hand. One: The date is March 22nd, 2024. Two: It has been March 22nd for 3 days now. Three: Buck is trapped in some kind of time loop that is forcing him to relive this day. Four: Eddie is, apparently, in love with him. And. And. Five: Buck doesn’t feel the same way.

🔥 still by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Post-Season 6 AU, Near Death Experiences | 9K | Teen): “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it."

to feel the need of your touch by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Light BDSM, Post-Season 6 | 7K | Explicit): When Natalia had casually suggested they stay fuck buddies, at least until he got his shit together about Eddie, Buck had seriously considered it. But it just wasn’t what he wanted. So, he had said no and Natalia had understood, and that was that. And now, Buck was miserable. He was so sensitive. His skin felt like a live wire. Any and all touches he received started to feel like a shock to his system. Or, the one where Buck is touchstarved and desperate for Eddie. They fuck but it's also really sweet.

reassure me with your praise by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Kinktober, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): Or, the one where Buck is concerned he might be bad in bed and Eddie has a solution.

bet on it by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP, Kinktober | 4K | Explicit): Or, the one where newly together Buck and Eddie make a bet to see who can last longer without sex. The bet lasts one day.

Something Dumb to Do by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Friends to Lovers, First Time | 8K | Explicit): "Too bad we can't just date each other." Eddie laughs. "What?" "No, I'm serious!" Buck sets his beer down, the better to gesture with both hands, face lighting up, and Eddie just—he really loves the guy, okay. Ridiculous as he is. "It would be so much easier! You wouldn't have to introduce a new person to Chris—he already likes me anyway—and you could tell Pepa so she'll stop setting you up on dates that don't go anywhere—" "And what would you get out of this?" Eddie asks, grinning. - Or: Buck and Eddie try something out together.

hope is a sword by marcato/ @callaplums (Post-Season 6, Near-Death Experiences | 5K | Teen): Holy shit, Eddie loves him so much. He’s been so stupid, telling himself to wait for the right moment. What right fucking moment? It should have been yesterday, three weeks ago– hell, it should have been three years ago when he was telling his best friend about the goddamn will. It doesn’t matter right now, though. The only thing that matters is keeping as much of Buck’s blood inside his body as possible. One can only hope and wish and pray.

🔥 Four Can Keep a Secret by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-Season 6, Secret Relationship | 20K | Teen): When Ravi and Hen accidentally see Buck and Eddie, who are trying hard to keep their new relationship a secret, in the middle of a romantic moment, they try to make them confess without the rest of the station finding out. Shenanigans ensue.

early hours of yearning by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (PWP, Kinktober | 4K | Explicit): “You really wanna go again?" “Yes,” he confirms, gently scratching his teeth down the side of his neck, treasuring the deep moan he gets in response. “God, you’re fucking insatiable," he hears Eddie moan as he tilts his head back, giving Buck more space to work. “Doesn’t feel like you’re complaining."

how forever feels by icesculptures/ @ice-sculptures @athenagranted (Post-Season 6, Getting Together | 8K | General): Or: tired of the growing distance between them, Eddie asks Buck to dance at Maddie and Chimney's wedding, healing more than his own heart along the way.

WIP

Don't They Know It's the End of the World? by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Fallout 4 AU, Post-Apocalyptic | 4/14 | 7K | Mature | Warning: Violence): After being put in a cryogenic sleep for over a hundred years to wait out an apocalyptic event, Eddie Diaz wakes up, too early, to find his son has been stolen from his cryo-chamber. Scared and alone in a frightening world he doesn't recognize, Eddie is willing to do anything to get his kid back.

🔥 Nothing Left But You by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars ("Blip" AU | 8/9 | 24K | Teen | Warning: MCD): In May of 2021, 25% of Earth's population suddenly disappears. Including Eddie. In May of 2026, they all come back. Eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 2/? | 4K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 10/? | 85K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man 123 'Early' Analsys.

This chapter gives us a lot to chew on unlike the previous ones which where just fully mystery. Which is why I'm not really sure where we start. I guess at the beginning of the chapter? Yeah.

So this chapter we meet the falling devil. I can't say I was expecting this but I was right about this current body she's using being made from the corpses of the people that jumped off the apartment complex. She's got rather weird theming as she's a Primal Fear who is also a Chef despite it not really fitting with her fear. I guess Primal Fears can have hobbies?

"Hor D'oeuvre, La Root Vonla" is french for something. Someone who speaks french probably has a better translation (If you speak French lemme know the correct translation in the comment or reblogs) but I have to use google translate which was really shitting itself on this one. So the rough translation is: "Appetizers, The Will Route" It being an Appetizer means that this is probably the weakest of her attacks. Things are gonna get a lot worse from here on out. "The Will Route" is clearly in reference to the attack's affects.

It appears the way to overcome this first attack is to come to terms with your past Trauma so that it doesn't weigh on you as much if at all. Falling says "A word of warning- Those who don't finish their food will taste death." which seems like it's directly referring to the way to escape the attack Then we get a flashback of Asa's life soon after the Typhoon Devil attack. This probably only takes place a few Days-Weeks after the event due to Asa's hair still being about the same length as it was in the original flashback.

Left 102 Flashback, Right 123 Flashback. It's pretty clear that Asa has been using the Cat (Crambon) as a substitute for her mother. She's become anti-social and solitary only spending time with Crambon. (Which is fair by the way). At this point Crambon and her School Uniform are the only things she has left of her mother. Then we get this evil fucking bitch

She is easily one of, If not the most evil human character we've ever met.

Up until this point everything seems fine. Asa is willing to try to move on from her mother's death for the good of those around her by letting Crambon move on as well. It's a moment of personal growth.

This bastard could've easily said "Yes, Crambon's fine" even if it was a lie. But instead:

I don't know if this is Asa's mind making the situation worse than it actually was. She might not have even said this but the way Chainsaw Man does it's flashback they're rarely if ever wrong due to human memory being at fault. This demon of a person was so upset about Asa having literally anything to find comfort in that she killed Crambon. Back to the real world we get some more information on the attack.

Reading through this chapter I thought they this was going to be a literal falling attack. Where Falling just lifts up a bunch of people and drops them to die. But the reality is much worse. Anyone who is unable to deal with their Trauma is dragged straight into hell. This is a Therapy Session by Fire. You WILL overcome your emotional baggage or die. Which is why it's important it's Asa in control of the body right now. Since Asa is the one who has to overcome her Trauma to escape this situation. Thats the end of 123. Time to the-- Uh.. I don't know what to call this section. Post-Chapter analyses? Whatever. Now I think the solution to Falling's attack has already been revealed. Chapter 102 was when we got the flashback of Asa's Mother's Death. In the same chapter we get a flashback of Yuko giving Asa her shoes. It's the same chapter when Asa resolves to try and be better.

Even if Yuko is gone now she'll still have an affect on Asa. I hope this is the case cause that'd be nice. Here's what I think we're gonna be seeing in the coming chapter(s) 1. Asa is able to accept that her past Trauma can't be changed and that it wasn't her fault. (Hopefully we get that Yuko mention in some way cmon) 2. Denji shows up and has to deal with his own issues fully (Unless the attack has ended by then) This last one I'm not confident will happen but it'd be cool. We see the first death of a Primal Fear at the hands of Denji & Asa/Yoru. Additionally I wanna know what the deal with Falling is. Her whole theming is rather weird. She's the falling devil yet she's a chef? It doesn't quite seem like something a Primal Fear would do. But I guess they can have hobbies as well? That's all I've got for now. 123 End Question:

Would you?

[madokasfanficstories]

Do You Love Me?

Sayaka has forgotten about Madoka's sleepover, but is Madoka mad at her?

"Man, that was rough."

Sayaka was walking back home after what appears to be a really bad witch hunt. Thankfully, her healing powers managed to heal her body up. Out of the five witches she fought, she only defeated two while the other three were handle by both Homura and Kyoko. It's only fair that she kept two grief seeds while the other three can be handed by the other girls. As Sayaka was coming back home, she sees a lone individual at the front entrance of the apartment building.

Wait, it can't be who it is.

Sayaka sped up her pace until she made a full stop in front of the individual who is sitting on the ground.

"Madoka?"

It was Madoka, who apparently was fast asleep on the ground. She also had her bag...

...Sayaka completely forgot about their sleepover.

"Madoka, wake up!" Sayaka was shaking Madoka, trying to wake her up. There was no response.

"She's out cold."

Madoka must've waited for Sayaka for way too long that she must've passed out sometime before midnight. Sayaka slowly picked up Madoka from the ground and carried her, bridal style. She enter the building and went to her room. During this, Sayaka constantly blames herself for leaving poor Madoka all alone outside. As she was in her bedroom, she did the long but painful process of changing her school uniform and into her pajamas, as well as Madokas. After what felt like a half hour, both girls were in their pajamas. Sayaka wasn't ashamed about changing Madoka's clothes, they done this so many times in the past. There were times where Sayaka had to help Madoka change her clothes due to some difficulty. They even bathe together from time to time. So Sayaka did not feel guilt about doing this.

What she is guilty was forgetting this day.

Both girls planned this sleepover for weeks now. Why is this very important? Because it's their first one in a very long time. Ever since Sayaka became a magical girl, she had less and less time to do anything, what with all of the witch hunting. As this was happening, Madoka felt completely left out without her best friend. Sayaka, sensing Madoka's loneliness, promised her that they will have a sleepover again, like good times. Madoka, after hearing the promise, was excited for that day to come.

What Sayaka didn't anticipate was that the date was very close by. And when that day happened, Sayaka was a little occupied with the witches. And... forgot about it.

Sayaka placed Madoka on her bed and she got in very slowly with her. Sayaka didn't brush her teeth, she'll only do it once Madoka wakes up, so they can do it together. She didn't want to leave Madoka alone again. Sayaka then hold Madoka to the side and placed her head on Madoka's shoulder. She whisper "I'm sorry" repeatedly still blaming herself.

Suddenly, Madoka began to stirred in her sleep, until she opened her eyes. She rubbed them and looked at the ceiling.

"Oh... guess I was dreaming," she looked to her side and saw something that made her jumped slightly.

"Good evening," Sayaka greeted her.

"Sayaka-chan? What are you doing in my bed?"

"Your bed? You sure you're still sleeping?"

Madoka sat up and looked at her surroundings. She was wiping her eyes, getting the sleep off of her until her vision became clear. She was in Sayaka's room, and she began to blush upon her realization.

"Guess it wasn't a dream."

Then she felt herself getting hugged to the side. "I'm so sorry for forgetting this important day."

"Sayaka-chan," Madoka holded Sayaka's arm which was warm. "I was stupid for waiting."

"No, I am taking the blame for this. I'm the idiot."

"No, if I knew you were fighting witches, I should've stayed home." Madoka said sadly.

"But... I did forget. I was looking for this day my whole life."

"But I don't want to intervene with your job."

They continue to blame each other until they realize that they keep going in circles. In order to change the subject, Sayaka got off the bed.

"Let's go to the bathroom."

"For what?"

"To brush out teeth. I was waiting for you to wake up."

Madoka then got out of the bed. "Okay, I need to pee anyway."

Sayaka looked at her dumbly. Did she seriously was going to bed with bad breath? she thought to herself.

***

After a quick trip to the bathroom, they both got back to bed and Sayaka began to cuddle Madoka.

"Honestly, I really miss this," Sayaka said.

"Miss what?" Madoka asked.

"This. Me holding you warmly. I feel like... I haven't done this in years."

"You have been busy lately." Madoka then stared at her.

"I know, and I'm very sorry. I promise we'll have a proper sleepover," Sayaka continued to stare at Madoka while saying this.

"Sayaka-chan," Madoka said and then grabbed Sayaka's left hand and place it on her face. It was very warm upon contact.

"Madoka... why'd you do that?" Sayaka was a bit confused.

"Sayaka-chan, do you like me?"

"Of course i like you."

"Do you think I'm... pretty?"

"Well, yes."

"Do you think I'm prettier then Mami-san?"

Sayaka thought for a moment. "Um... Mami-san's a close second, so yes."

"Am I... prettier then... Kyoko-chan?"

Sayaka's eyes were slightly widen. "Um... you're putting me on the spot. But... yes."

"Am I beautiful... then Homura-chan?"

"You are so beautiful, you're more beautiful with your hair down like that."

Madoka inched closer to Sayaka's face and whispered. "Do you... love me?" 

Sayaka, looked at Madoka, stared at her, feeling a bit hazed and lightheaded. The only answer she could give her was the only answer that really matters; she kissed Madoka on the lips. Both girls continue kissing and began holding each other. Soon enough, both girls were starting to feel very tired, it makes sense, it's now two in the morning. Sayaka then reached out and turn off her lamp. She went back to cuddle Madoka who was now very comfortable on Sayaka's chest.

"This... may be the best night I ever had," Madoka said half asleep.

"Well, we'll make it better in our next sleepover," smiled Sayaka.

"Hey, Sayaka-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"Does this mean we're dating?"

"I wouldn't count this as a date. We can go tomorrow, if you want."

Madoka moved her face slightly. "I want that so much."

"Go to sleep now," Sayaka began to close her eyes as they were very heavy.

"Goodnight, Sayaka-chan," Madoka said as she drifted to sleep.

"Goodnight, Madoka," Sayaka then closed her eyes. I will always protect you.

The End

[aftgphoenix]

A Runaway's Journal

Masterlist

June 3rd, 1998

We had a crazy few days. My new name is Jakob now. We are going to Germany right now and Mom is asleep on the bus. There's no stops along the way so she says she can finally rest. We left Uncle Stuart's house after we were there for nearly a week. I did a lot of training with the gun. Mom also taught me some hiding tricks and fighting things too. Mom also gave me a bunch of rules that I have to follow or we might get found.

That didn't really help that much. Uncle Stuart said that some of my father's people were in England and that some of them tried to get into his house. His guards killed them but that made Mom really not want to stay longer. We were still waiting for our passports though so Mom got them the next day. That's when I became Jakob.

Then we left. Uncle Stuart gave us a car and we started driving south so we could eventually get to Germany but we'd only been driving for a little while when another car started shooting at us. Mom started speeding and driving like crazy and there was glass everywhere because they shattered the back windshield. I had to stay ducked down and I couldn't see anything. Then the shooting finally stopped but Mom kept driving until she was sure we had lost them. We abandoned the car and Mom stole another one. I feel bad when we steal cars but Mom says if we don't, then we'll be caught.

We finally made it to a motel Mom wanted to stay at. We sleep with guns under our pillows and it hurts my head but Mom says too bad, I have to get used to it. I guess I will because I'm already starting to get used to it. Anyway I didn't sleep very well but I slept in the car the next day and when I woke up we were in Germany. We found an empty warehouse to sleep in. Mom says that Uncle Stuart thought it would be a good place to hide for a little while.

I'm not really sure where in Germany we are. Mom says she'll tell me more once she figures things out. She made me hide in a dark closet for hours the other day because she needed to go out to get some groceries. I had to sit still and not make any noise. She had a special knock so I would know when she was back. Then I heard someone walking around and talking and it definitely wasn't Mom. I had my knife and gun ready in case they opened the closet but they never did. It got quiet after a while. When Mom got back and let me out, the boxes of stuff that had been on the shelves were knocked over and stuff was scattered everywhere. We left right after that. Mom drove to the bus station and got two tickets. 

Mom says she won't ever call me Nathaniel again. I don't really mind though because that's my father's name too and I am scared of him. He wants to kill us. She still only speaks in German to me and it's a lot easier to understand her now. I can understand a lot when other people talk to us or when they talk to each other. I already knew a lot but now that it is all I am allowed to speak, I'm a lot better.

I think I'm going to try to sleep now. I'm bored.

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ : ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

m a s t e r l i s t

ᴇ ʟ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ

Sitting down for breakfast by the pool the next morning I know Liv has something on her mind. My guess is a certain Formula One drivers best friend. After we met Max in Belgium, Liv didn't say a lot just that she had a one night stand with him and it was a mistake. Looking at her since we saw Max I know there's more to it.

"What's going on Liv? You can tell me" I ask hoping she'll open up to me.

"Lucía I feel like such a dick, especially seeing Max again. I'm well aware it was a one night stand but he has a girlfriend"

"What! Is he taking the piss!" I can't believe what I'm hearing from Liv.

"He told me on the morning when we were in Belgium that their relationship is very on and off but he's with her at the minute. He got back with her about a week before Tomorrowland"

"And he still decided to sleep with you? The utter disrespect on him is appalling. Not only has he treated you like shit but he's cheated on his girlfriend. Have you said anything to him?" I ask wondering if Liv has spoken to Max at all.

"We have messaged a little bit and I know it's wrong because of his girlfriend but I am attracted to him. The best thing for me to do is keep away from him this weekend"

"Liv I'm sorry, I told Lando they were welcome to come over any day. I can ask him not to bring Max if you would rather" I say knowing Lando will turn up at our villa at some point. "What are you going to do about Max? You can't avoid him forever"

"Honestly? I have no idea. I'll work that out when I have to. I'm going to get ready, I'll see you back here when we're ready to go" as I watch Liv go back inside I wonder if Lando knows about what happened with Max and Liv. I feel like I need to tell him but I also feel like I need to keep out of it.

As we arrive at the track the atmosphere is electric, I don't know if it's the buzz of the Miami heat but everyone is in such a good mood. Getting ourselves settled in the paddock until the race starts I leave my friends to do their own thing, Ryan is taking in everything with Callum and the girls are making the most of the hospitality drinks.

"Morning Chels" I say spotting my dad's PR manager as I wander the paddock with nothing in particular planned, I just like to walk around and people watch.

"Morning, your dad told me about you and a certain boy. He asked me to try and keep your name out of the press if any of the rumours mention you"

"He's done that? He doesn't know the full extent of what is going on, all he knows is that we're seeing how things go"

"You're his daughter Lucía, he doesn't want anyone talking bad about you and let's be honest your dad doesn't need to know about your extra curricular activities. There are just some things a dad doesn't need to know" the thought of my dad knowing exactly what I get up makes me want to hide away in embarrassment.

"Thanks Chels. Can you let me know if you see anything about me? I just want to know what is out there" I probably shouldn't read into what could be said about me if there is anything however from what I've seen about my dad in the past, it provides a source of entertainment if nothing else. Thankfully Chelsea is on my side and agrees to send me anything she comes across or is approached about. I continue my walk through the paddock, cocktail in hand when I see Max. Lando isn't with him but I want nothing more than to give him a piece of my mind.

"So I've been told by a very good source that a certain number 4 is wanting to win the race for you today" Max says as he walks up to me and I can't hold back.

"I don't know how you dare! You disgust me Max. You might be okay hurting your girlfriend but I'm not standing by and watching you hurt my best friend!"

"What are you talking about? I might have to tell Lando you're batshit crazy"

"I'm talking about you sleeping with my best friend then telling her you got back with your girlfriend the week before! It's vile behaviour. You don't deserve an ounce of her time" the more I speak to Max the more angry I get "you fucking disgust me"

"Whoa is everything okay?" Hearing Lando's voice is the last thing I want right now, he doesn't need to be involved in this before a race.

"It'll be fine as long as he stays away from Liv. By the way Dickhead, I told him to win the race for himself not for me" Walking away from Max I feel Lando follow me and pull me into the McLaren hospitality area. I don't argue I just follow behind until we're in his drivers room "I'm sorry you didn't need that here of all places"

"What happened Lu?" Lando asks brushing my hair from my face.

"Max slept with Liv in Belgium then told her the next morning he has a girlfriend. Lando I have no issue with people having sex and doing what they want but I don't agree with it when someone is in a relationship"

"He told me he ended it with Becca, I swear I didn't know Lu" as Lando moves to sit down he pulls me with him, holding me on his knee his head resting on my shoulder.

"Lando I'm not blaming you. We were in bed when it happened neither of us were to know but I suppose we can't make their decisions for them" resting my head back on Lando's shoulder I relax in his arms.

"You just went full Manchester on Max there, I can't lie it was sexy as fuck seeing you angry" feeling Lando's lips on my neck I can tell where this is heading, unfortunately we don't have the time.

"Lando we can't, not now. You have to be in your car in five minutes" turning my head to look at Lando I run my fingers through his curls kissing him "When you've won this race come and find me later so I can congratulate you" standing up I know I need to pull myself away before we get carried away "Good luck Lando"

Sneaking out of Lando's room, I head back to Aston Martin to wish my dad good luck before finding a seat on the hospitality balcony. Usually I would watch from in the garage but this weekend there's too many of us to all fit so I've given my space up for Ryan and Callum. I don't mind, I can come to a race any time and sometimes I'd rather sit with my girls and teach them the ways of Formula One.

I know Liv and Danielle have no interest in racing, they're here for me however I know Millie is trying to understand the sport more. As the race goes on I try to explain as much as I can over the noise of the cars around us. It's nice having more of my friends interested in racing and being able to talk about what's happening in races.

Watching as Lando leads the race I can't stop my leg bouncing up and down with nerves. He has every chance to win this race and I want nothing more than to see him get his first win. Since he took the lead he's been building the gap between Verstappen and himself, even boxing under the safety car hasn't compromised his race. As the last lap starts I feel sick, this is what it comes down to.

"Lucía it's okay he's winning this" Millie says to me over the increasing noise of the crowd. My dad has had a good race but this time my focus is on Lando.

"He deserves this so much Mil. I'm gutted I can't celebrate at the podium with him" listening to the commentary around the track I'm on my feet as Lando takes the last corner and flies over the finish line "ahhh get in Lando! I'm fucking buzzing!" Hugging Millie I can't take the smile off my face, my emotions are all over the place "he's a fucking race winner Mil!"

"Yes Lando!" As the girls and I celebrate together I'm hoping no one realises who I am. I hope people around us just think we're four British girls celebrating a British win.

"He's fucking done it Mil" all I want is to run to Lando as I watch the podium celebrations but I know I can't. I watch from my place on the balcony unable to take the grin off my face. As I make my way back through the paddock I turn when I hear my name from that all too familiar voice.

"Lucía! I'm a race winner baby!" Lando comes barrelling towards me his arms going around my waist and I'm lifted off my feet as he spins me around. My arms go around his neck matching the grin on his face.

"Congratulations Lando. I'm so happy for you" standing the way we are in the paddock feels incredibly intimate for being public but right now I don't care. If Lando wants my time he can have it.

"I really want to kiss you right now"

"So kiss me. I won't stop you" the words barely leave my lips before Lando's lips are on mine. The cameras and the people around us don't matter to me. My parents know something is going on and they won't find out through the media, that's all that matters to me. The kiss is intense and I can tell Lando is pouring all of his emotions into the kiss "go and celebrate with your team and call your family. I'll see you later" kissing Lando once more I peel myself away from him wanting to stay with him but I know he has media to do before he's free to fully celebrate. Letting Lando go no one can take the smile off my face.