#yeah i've been thinking about this since last night. sue me

[incesthemes]

one more thing about phantom traveler that excited me: the ending scene where sam and dean call john's phone and hear his answering machine.

dean is upset by this confirmation. it's the first time dean has had to really grapple with the truth: that john is intentionally avoiding them, that he's fine, actually, and that he's not in danger. it shatters the illusions that have driven him since the first episode, and this is disappointing. it's a betrayal of the expectations he had for his father.

phantom traveler is an episode about fear—dean's fear, specifically. the A story introduces his fear of flying, but it also gives indications of what else he's afraid of.

the episode hints at the perhaps surprising rigidity of their roles in hunting, with dean as the more active fighter and sam as the more passive intellectual, even when dean is scared stiff on the plane. given further context throughout the season, this can very well be extrapolated to mean that dean is afraid of sam getting hurt. he has to protect sam; that's his job, and taking on the more physically dangerous role and leaving sam in a safer position allows him to ensure that protection.

in other words, dean is afraid of losing sam.

the end of this episode hints at another, similar fear. if the episode is about fear, then dean's reaction to john's betrayal should logically also be about fear. the betrayal here is that john is running away from them, leaving them behind, avoiding them. he's intentionally breaking apart the family unit, and since john presumably doesn't know that sam is with him, that means john is intentionally leaving dean alone.

so dean is also afraid of losing john, and of being alone (aka, without a family).

we've seen this before, and we'll see it again.

dean's desire to be surrounded by his family also informs his fear of being alone, abandoned by his family or separated from them. it informs what he's willing to do to avoid that outcome, by, as seen in this episode, shoving his fear aside to perform his role (and as we later learn about him, by remaining blindly loyal to john, a result of his failure to protect sam from the shtriga).

this is the episode that truly begins dean's narrative arc, pushes him out of his comfort zone both through the A story with the plane demon and through the B story with john's answering machine. dean will not be able to return to the comfort and security of his loyalty and will instead have to confront his fears as they become more and more inescapable. sam's overarching conflict between family and freedom began with the pilot, and now four episodes in dean's conflict has been forcefully dug up and he can no longer avoid the choices he'll have to make.

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even if my heart stops beating⏤✰

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my notes⎯ hello everyone ! I know it's been a while since I've actually wrote something ! I actually got hit by a bus! yeah I had to sue this company called "writers block" and I finally got a settlement! (also happy new year!) I recently (like a week ago) got into Kpop, specifically Stray Kids ! I've read some fan fictions (shameless) about some of my favorites and got inspo to write one! thank you @soobnny . also I haven't wrote anything in a while so i'm a little rusty, i'll be as good as new soon!

warning⎯ mentions of vomit (used as word vomit) and crying.

genre⎯ angst to comfort.✔︎

songs⎯ six feet under; billie eilish | pretty boy; the neighborhood

the old rusted clock that came with the condo you and seungmin bought sits perched on the top of the fridge. Its old, wooden frame slowly caves in on itself as time goes on.

not even an hour or two ago you had happily entered your home to start cooking dinner, not even worrying about showering first because you were so excited to have dinner with your boyfriend.

even going out of your way to spend a hundred dollars over the amount you usually spend to give seungmin the greatest 'welcome home' feast. he and the rest of stray kids had been on tour for the last couple months, traveling all over the world to perform at concerts and do collaborations with other idols to promote their new albums.

sure, it had been lonely, being by yourself all of the time, the only glimpse of your boyfriend you could get is when he could facetime you for 2 minutes or when he responded back to a text 4 hours later. but you understood, you knew what you were getting yourself into even when you started becoming friends with him.

if anything, you were strong, understanding, and flexible to when he couldn't make it to something like a movie night or date when his plane arrives later or practice runs over.

the only thing now, is that he had promised you that he could make it on time to dinner. sending countless 'I swear ill be there' texts and swift calls ensuring his presences at the dinner table during his dance rehearsals.

but now you were sitting at the table alone. a cold jajangmyeon sits in the platter in front of you, a similar on across the table from you. looking up at that old clock the hour turns to 10 and he's officially 2 hours late. it wasn't unknown for him to run a little over his time but this was unbelievable. you curse yourself for being naive and truly thinking he would keep to his word.

as you get up and clean the meal that you created you feel a little piece inside of you break, watching your hard work spill into the leftover containers like your tears. this was embarrassing, waiting around like a puppy in hopes your owner comes home. you were loyal and hopeful to a fault but wasting time and money like this was just unacceptable.

by the time seungmin walked through the front door it was half pass midnight and you had situated yourself infront of the t.v watching a new drama a colleague from work recommended.

"(name)." he calls out, you hear his shoes hit the wall as he takes them off, and then theres a shuffle as he organizes them on the shoe rack. you hear him leave his keys in the bowl on the desk that was by the front door, his footsteps growing louder as he nears the living room.

"(name)." he calls out again, seeing you lay in a cocoon of blankets in the dark, he think maybe you're sleeping so he quietly discards his winter coat on the back of the couch. he flicks on the lamp on the other side of the couch to bring in some light. though when he comes around to sit down he finds your eyes wide open, "why didn't you answer me when I called?"

"why didn't you come on time like you promised?" you quipped back quietly, suddenly too exhausted to have any conversation with him. you try and sink further into the thick blanket as you watch the Netflix symbol load and the next episodes intro plays.

you can't see his face but when he sighs and shifts in his spot you can hear the hesitance, "you already know why, practice ran late, like always."

"whatever."

"'whatever?' what's going on with you?"

"nothing." your tone is snipped but honestly you couldn't care less. somewhere in your soul you feel as though this might be a little extreme of an reaction but there is only so much patience you can give one person. you constantly make time for him and this relationship, so why couldn't he move things around and do the same for you? your eyes remain on the television.

seungmins eyes dart quickly to the t.v and then back to you, noticing that your full attention isn't on him, so he leans over you and goes to grab the remote from your hands. at the sudden loss of contact you make a move to try and get the remote back from him but he effectively powers down the t.v and discards in on the coffee table.

"I'll only repeat myself so many times, what's going on?"

it was like a newfound energy fizzled at your toes and pushed itself up and towards your head, your body springs up from its sideways position and you angle yourself to face seungmin.

though the light was somewhat dim due to only the lamp being on, he could see the red-rim of your eyes and the dried streaks of tears sticking to your cheeks. obviously, it had been evident that you had been crying.

seungmins eyes soften for a moment, he reaches out to try and smooth out the puffiness of your cheeks but as soon as you see his hand coming you push it away, "you were crying?" it comes out more of a statement than a concerned question, but the worry was still evident in his tone.

"duh," you start, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in the tense space, you find comfort in the carpet on the ground. you were feeling...nervous. you didn't want to cause anymore problems but things won't get solved unless they are discussed, which in all honesty, the thought of confrontation in the first place is feared.

you need to get it out, you can't stop living like this. deep down you know he cares but you have to stop going off of assumptions. either he's going to show up or not, it was clear already that you showed up no matter how busy you were.

"do you even still love me?"

the question tumbles from your lips before you could even process what you were saying. maybe it wasn't what you wanted to convey exactly but it was definitely a start.

"what?" his airy voice sounds dumbfounded which makes sense. the intense look you're giving him plus the profound, out-of-the-blue question throws him off guard.

of course he loves you, why would you ever think anything different? "where is this coming from?"

"well it's just that every time we have something planned your work gets in the way. I spend hours and hours getting ready, trying to look my best, just to waste the day sitting on the couch waiting for you to come home. sometimes I'm waiting so long I fall asleep! I put so much effort into being a good girlfriend! hell, I even spent over 100 dollars on dinner tonight because I knew you had a hectic day, it took me two hours to make it just for it to go cold and put into a container,"

your voice chokes up, full of exhaustion and disappointment. you feel the tears pooling in your eyes but have no energy to stop them. you really want to quit the word vomit but there's no point, theres more to be said.

"I try so hard to not get disheartened but it gets so hard when you don't even try. sometimes I feel like you don't even care about this relationship anymore, like you don't care about m-"

just as you were about to finish your words were muffled by hands on your face, and lips on yours. seungmin had kissed you to stop your rambling. you couldn't help but to feel relieved and somewhat offended.

"stop." he whispers as he takes a breath, his hands still on your face, foreheads connecting, "please stop." his voice crack under pressure, its subtle but at the lack of distance between you two you can hear it so well. your eyes are closed, trying to get your own tears at bay but hearing how emotional he's becoming breaks you. a sob teeters at your bottom lip but you force it still.

"don't you ever think that I don't care. I always have." he pauses and wipes the stray tears on your face with his thumbs, "I'm so sorry I've made you feel like this. god I'm such a bad boyfriend, this is my fault."

you try to move away to comfort him but he holds you in place gently, you sniffle and reach up to brush the bangs from his face.

"I promise you I'll be more attentive, ill take you out everyday, spend as much time with you, cook for you, miss practices all the time just to make sure you know I care about you."

"you promised earlier but you didn't come!" you cry, recounting how long you waited.

"I know!" his voice quivers as his hands tremble, lightly shaking your head, "I know...and i'll never forgive myself. you don't know how much you've shaped me into the person I am now and I- I have no clue what I would do without you. I just have a poor way of showing it."

you grip on his wrists, mimicking him with your eyes squeezed shut, you stopped trying to keep the tears in awhile ago, letting them fall freely into your covered lap. "how do I know I can trust you? I'm so sick of feeling like this."

"I promise you I will prioritize you more than anything, Idol life, dancing, singing- whatever, does not come before you. I won't leave you hanging like this anymore, i'm sorry I didn't pay more close attention to your feelings," his bottom lips shakes as he takes another deep breath, he opens his eyes and you can see pass the tears and sorrow a new found determination.

"even if my heart stops beating, you're the only one I need."

past your wary judgement...you believe him...

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Hi Inell! Here's some sentences for you, dear.

From severed artery (psst @tizniz):

“I've got your back, remember?” Buck smiles. It quickly falters though. “You didn’t have to lie though.” Eddie frowns. “When did I lie?” Buck shrugs helplessly. “About Chris loving me like… a father.” “I didn’t lie,” Eddie says simply. “He does love you like a father.” Buck shakes his head in disbelief. “I know he loves me, but…” “Evan,” Eddie says. Buck’s head snaps up to look at him. “He went to you when he saw me with Kim. He goes to you every time he and I argue about something- even if it’s about being allowed to stay up late. And I don’t know for a fact, but I’m at least ninety eight percent sure you stayed with him after…” “Both times,” Buck says in a voice barely above a whisper. 

Clipboard Buck:

“Interesting reading material there, Eddie?” Hen asks, sitting on the opposite end of the couch Eddie’s sprawled across.  Truth be told, Eddie spaced out a good twenty minutes ago. It’s a good book- a great book- but Eddie’s mind hasn’t been exactly attentive in recent days. Or nights. He should be in the bunks, catching up on the sleep he didn’t get last night when he was looking up demisexuality.  “Honestly, I have no idea,” he admits, scrubbing a hand over his face.  Hen hums. “Something else on your mind?’ “Too much,” he mutters.  Hen shoves his legs off the couch and scoots closer. “Buck’s little clipboard adventure making you think?” Of course she saw right through him. Been trying to say something since Buck came out. But Eddie wasn’t ready to look at it. Truth be told, he doesn’t think he ever will be.  Just as he opens his mouth to speak, familiar footsteps stomp up the stairs.

And Danger Prone DIaz

Eddie shook his head and stepped inside. Bookshelves lined most of the room, with a grand fireplace on one wall. Eddie let out a low whistle. Had it not been for the dust and cobwebs, this place would've been gorgeous. He couldn't help but think Buck would love it. Maybe he'd find a way to sneak back with him if it really was empty. “Maddie would love this place,” Chim said, his Maddie-specific dreamy smile on his face.  “Buck would too,” Eddie commented.  “Put the heart eyes away, please,” Chim groaned.  Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. “I do not have heart eyes.” Chim grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face the mirror above the fireplace and… yeah, maybe Eddie did have heart eyes. Sue him.  Something moved near the far wall and Eddie whirled around. He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding when he saw it was just a cobweb moving in the breeze from the broken window.  “This place is getting to you, too,” Chim declared.  “It is not,” Eddie huffed. “I just thought maybe our patient was around here somewhere.” “Uh huh. White sheet and eerie glow included.”

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[whateverwhyamievenhere]

little lestappen drabble

Hii, so I usually don't post on here, but you know it, it's winter break and the brain rot is brain rotting, so I've started to write a drabble. It's inspired by some of my favorite moments of Charles and Max that can't seem to leave my mind. This is nowhere near anything but a draft, though I thought some of you might enjoy this. Please be so kind and let me know if you like it or what could be improved. Also if anyone has any ideas where this could go plot-wise hmu, because I suck at drawing up plots beforehand. Have a great day/night wherever you are. L <3

The sun peaks right through the tips of his hair. Strands flying, highlights glistening in the golden light. One last lap they said, one more push, till he got to feel the light of the setting sun blind his eyes. He's in Texas, finished his quail lap, scrambled out of the car, and all he searched for was the blue of his eyes.

Like ocean, like storm. Crashing on a shore, there will always be a twist in Charles gut when Max meets his eyes. Inevitably drawn to each other, dancing around each other, desire mistaken for distaste. Green clashing into blue, in a haze of moments Charles is being ripped right out of the calming sun. Media Duty, take pictures, smile, be nice and orderly. Most importantly, get along. Get along with Max. These are direct orders because everyone seems to think they hate each other. Charles thinks they may did once upon a time. Now he’s not quite sure what to make of it all. ____________________________________________________ “Charlie I’ve got some space for you” the words echo in Charles' head, did Max just call him Charlie, normally only Alex or maybe Lando does so rarely. Why in the world of why's does it make feel Charlie all giddy? What does Max think that he's allowed to call him Charlie? Isn’t that reserved for his closer friends? Does Max think they are friends? Sure, he's been acting as such ever since Austin, but what exactly changed? Why aren’t the forcibly nice, why does it seem like Max enjoys his company more than he used to?  And why does he immediately comply and squeeze through to Max, standing at the other side of the room? Brush of shoulders, hands clasping each other, slight shove where his back dips in. Broad smile, teeth on full display, eyes crinkling. Max is flashing him his most Maxie smile there is. Sue him if Max can call him Charlie, at least he can call him Maxie in his mind. Maybe one day he will be allowed to say it out loud, just like Daniel is.  “I thought you’d suffocate over there.” “Yeah, well I’m glad, I didn’t. Any news from Daniel, his party still standing for tonight?” “Do you really think we’d be in Vegas and Daniel would let it slip though his fingers to start the weekend of sober? He’s going to be the death of us!” “Ah no, I think we will manage quite well, you think?” At that, Max slings an arm around Charlies shoulder, slightly shakes his head in dismissal, smirks to himself and moves them after the rest of their friends that were just mingling mere seconds before. Max is leading them towards the press conference that Charles entirely forgot about once he heard Max claim “Charlie” his. ____________________________________________________

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A/N ::: I've a bit of an aural-fixation. I love listening to audios. So sue me. And last night, I found one that was "Katsuki". Sleepy breathing, light snores, little grumbly sleepy noises, some kissing, "him" talking about how much he loves "listener" and I about died. I was laying there like, "Is this supposed to turn me on or put me to sleep?" And, my friends, I think the answer was a hard BOTH. Anyway, it just made me want to write something about my favs (and any of yours too!). Hope you guys like it.

C/W ::: F!reader, Sleepy sweet stuff turning into P->V, just grossly intimate. But hey, at least I didn’t go crazy using italics, eh? Ehhhh? 

Aged up characters.

These are just my thoughts on how these boys (YES I KNOW, "Men") would be in bed while you're laying together all hot under the covers on a winter's night. That got oddly specific.

Something so simple as laying there, listening to the man next to you breathing.

You're wrapped in their arms, your legs are all twisted together under the covers and his mouth is pressed to the side of your head.

Muttering sweet nothings that turn you on more than they should. But you can't help it. The way his breath feels against your skin. Two hot forces meeting in the night. How he squeezes you a little tighter when he says how much he loves you and he'll never let you go.

The kisses that he's laying down against your cheeks that linger for just a bit longer than they should to be considered innocent. But not long enough to be anything more than what it is: A gentle show of affection.

How his voice gets deeper and deeper the more he feels you squirming against his body. And the deeper his voice gets, the more dry your mouth gets. So dry, that you're almost hoping he won't try to kiss your lips because your tongue is glued to the top of your mouth and you don't think you could pry it away without getting something to drink. But you don't want to ever leave his side. You imagine you could stay there forever. Water be damned.

And just as you think that, he whispers, "Do you need me to get you some water?" And you shake your head, because you don't want him to move, even for a second. "Are you sure?" he asks, and you nod, hoping he'll drop it.

But he doesn't. He untangles himself from your body and gets up, walking over to your bedroom door. "I'll be right back. I promise." And he steps out, leaving you cold and wanting.

You try not to pout as you wait for him to return, but you can't help it. You feel like a child who has been denied their favorite toy. But then, you hear him coming back, the sound of his bare feet padding against the floor getting louder and louder until he's back in the room.

He sits down on the bed next to you and hands you a glass of ice-cold water, which you take gratefully. You gulp it down quickly, the ice hitting your lips and teeth and making you shiver. You finish the water in a matter of seconds and hand the glass back, ready to snuggle back up against him.

But he doesn't lay down right away. Instead, he puts the glass on your nightstand and turns back to face you. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, and your stomach does a somersault because the way he says it is so innocent when the look he is giving you is anything but pure of intent. And since when does he ask if he can kiss you?

You nod, unable to form words, and he leans forward. His lips meet yours, and it's soft and sweet and just the slightest bit wet. You melt into it, and he pulls you closer to him. His tongue is on your lips, asking, and you let him in.

The kiss deepens, and you can feel his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He's hard, you feel it through his boxers. He pushes his hips against you, and you moan into the kiss.

He breaks the kiss and looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. "Y-yeah?" he asks, and you know what he's asking.

You nod, and he kisses you again, harder this time. He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, laying you down on the bed beneath him. You gasp as he grinds his hips against you, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth again. This time not asking to be let in but taking that first step on his own.

You reach up and grab his hair, tugging on it as he grinds against you. You can feel him getting harder, and you groan against his lips. He reaches down and pulls your shirt up, exposing your breasts, and he pulls back to look at you.

"God ... s'beautiful," he whispers, and you don't know if you're blushing from that or if you're red from all of it. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that he's here with you, kissing you, touching you, and you can feel yourself getting wetter with every pass of his skin against yours.

He reaches down and grabs your pants, tugging them off and tossing them aside. He's got his own boxers off in a flash, and you can see he's ready to go.

He lines himself up with your entrance and slides in slowly, inch by inch. He's arched over your soft body, almost crooked across you, as he makes his way into you. Watching your face for any and all reactions you're giving him.

"Don't hide from me. I wanna see you, fuckin' needa see you."

He grabs your face and tilts your head up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He thrusts deeper and deeper, and you cry out, unable to hold back your pleasure. He keeps going, his pace steady. Not in a hurry at all, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to tears.

It just feels so fucking good that you're going to cry about it. The intensity with which he's looking at you is the straw that broke the camels back.

You want to tell him it's too much. That the way he's looking at you like you're his own personal holy grail is too much. And you begin to wonder, in all of this closeness, how you got so lucky to have him.

"Hey, stay with me." He says, as the tears trickle down the sides of your face.

You nod. Running your hands from the top of his back to his ass, you grab onto him and raise your hips to take more of him.

At this point, it feels like a matter of sanity. That if he doesn't keep going, you're going to lose it. And he seems to understand, because he starts moving faster, harder, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the precarious edge he’s got you balanced on.

The sweet silence in the room has been broken by skin slapping against skin. Slow, metered breathing has turned into desperate gasps into each other's mouths.

They are the only oxygen you will ever need.

You cum, hard and fast, and you can feel him cumming right after you. He groans, his head falling against your shoulder. You can feel him twitch inside you as he cums, and you cling to him as you both use the other to ride out the waves of pleasure.

He collapses on top of you, panting and sweaty, and you wrap your arms around him, not wanting him to move an inch. You feel so safe in his arms, like nothing in the world could ever hurt you.

And you think to yourself that you would do anything to keep that feeling forever.

But you don't have to do anything. 

You can just lay here with him, in his arms, and feel the warmth of his body ... against yours.

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���🛒⛔ for the meme!

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I prefer to think of most of my WIPs as in long-term holding patterns, but yeah, there's a couple that will prolly never get developed further. There's one I wrote to entertain my Discord girlies (g/n) as an canon-divergence to 1x7 where Jack is drunk enough to black out before whippies part II & drunken Ed goes to see about Stede reading in his bunk. And I quoted entirely too much "Tess of the D'urbervilles" and there is drunken knifeplay.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I'm constitutionally incapable of not comparing Stede to the sun or going on at length about Ed's incredible eyes. You know it's an envinoveritas joint if Stede is deeply oblivious or, at the very least, nobly restrained when it comes to Ed, because he's fundamentally incapable of believing that anyone, much less *Ed*, could be attracted to him. Oh, also I'm a little obsessed with Ed creatively swearing in his head - if the fic is from his POV, there WILL be at least on instance where he's all "Fucking fuck a motherless poxy cock-swallowing twat waffle of a duck taint in hell."

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? I think I'm a pretty funny writer, but I don't really laugh at my own jokes. That said, I'm not above a self-satisfied smile. Here's a scene from a Taskmaster AU I've been pecking away at for the entertainment of my Discord girlies (g/n). The premise is that, while recording the tasks, Stede got assigned a solo task to send cheeky texts to Greg's phone every day for five months, only to find out at the record for the in-studio part of the show that Greg hadn't received a single one; Stede had sent them all to the wrong number. Which started to text back after the episode aired...

He climbed out of bed, wincing just a little when he stretched and cursing his old bones. He went to the bathroom, brushed the bog-taste from his mouth, pulled on some clean clothes, then grabbed his phone to go downstairs and put on some tea. A calming brew might be just the thing, depending on what William S. Hornberry, Esq. had to say. Will answered on the second ring. “It’s already on telly, Stede. You really just need to put Channel 4 as far from your mind as possible,” he sighed into the phone without any preamble. “No - I mean, yes, I know. This is not about that. Well, adjacent to that. What I mean to say is I got a reply. From the person I’ve been texting in error I mean.” There was another sigh down the line, and the sound of Will taking a sip of a calming brew of his own. “Okay. Let’s have it.” “What?” “Read it to me - what does it say?” Stede picked the Taskmaster phone up off the counter and thumbed the power button. He undid the lock screen (a picture of Greg’s disapproving face staring out at him), and pulled up the text window. “Oh! There’s more since I went to bed last night!” he said. He skimmed over the new message quickly. So far, no indication that this was going to go south! Excellent. He judiciously tempered his excitement until he heard Will’s opinion, though. Will waited in polite silence. Stede cleared his throat, scrolled back up to where the messages started, and read it all off to him. “‘Loved the show tonight.' 'Been loving the texts even more.' 'Keep ‘em coming.' 'Sexy.' That’s all the stuff from before I went to bed. The new stuff says: ‘You deserved more than 2 points for Kings Quest. That game rocked.' 'Let me know when you’re done playing with floppy things. I’ve got something hard I think you might be interested in.’ So what do we think? Doesn’t seem like they’re inclined to sue me, right?” “Well, if he is, he won’t have a leg to stand on now that he’s flirting back,” Will answered with a hearty chortle. “Flirting? What - no! Just being cheeky, surely? Giving as good as they got.” Another heavy sigh heaved its way down the line. “Stede, I say this not just as your lawyer, but, after all these years, someone I hope you think of as a dear friend. You don’t have the best track record when it comes to realizing someone is flirting with you.” “I think I’d know if someone was flirting with me.” Stede huffed. “Name one time you’ve seen someone flirt with me and I didn’t recognize it.” There was a long silence. So long that Stede pulled the phone away from his ear to see if the call had dropped. “Just-” Stede pulled the phone back to his ear quickly, “Just send yourself screencaps from the Taskmaster phone, ok? Just in case it gets deactivated? That way you’ll still have the evidence. Leave it to me to prove intent.” “Okay,” Stede agreed. “Do you want me to forward it to you as well?” “God no - I don’t want your Etonian smut. Not until absolutely necessary at least.” “You’re hilarious,” Stede said wryly. “No, that’s your job. Goodbye, Stede. I’m charging you for the whole hour.” “Hilarious,” Stede repeated and rang off.

[waitingtobelit]

Title: All I Need Darling Characters/Pairings: Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard Rating: Teen for language and making out. Gerrard is mentioned briefly. Genre: Speculative post season 7, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort. Summary: “So,” Tommy says as he approaches, “I thought we might have our own little picnic in the bed of my truck.” He briefly gestures to the bed of his truck, where Buck catches a brief glimpse of a red plaid blanket spread out along with a couple of blue pillows. He smiles so wide at the sight, his face aches. --- Buck meets Tommy for ice cream after a long shift. Ice cream and feelings are spilled.

Notes:

This was meant to be a drabble but my feelings got away from me, oops! Title comes from Mitski's "Strawberry Blond," which inspired the fic as a whole as it turns out. It's been years since I've wanted to write fic and I'm feeling inspired.

This is mostly shameless fluff but there is mention of Gerrard and some angst. This fic is unbetaed, so any and all mistakes are my own. Feedback is welcome, including constructive criticism!

Today’s shift, like every shift since Gerrard took over as captain, stretches on like the worst kind of LA traffic; unending and relentless. Every call, even the ones with the happy endings, leaves a rancid aftertaste in the back of Buck’s mouth, compounded by Gerrard’s attitude and snide remarks even before they leave each scene.

By the time his shift ends, Buck bolts out of Station 118 like his own ass is on fire, all but jumping head first into his Jeep. Part of him is tempted to just jump right into the Pacific, street clothes and all, until the salt water washes away the utter crappiness of this day and he can lose himself in swimming away all the worst moments of this particular shift. He grits his teeth and bangs his head against his overly hot steering wheel instead, feeling unmoored and ready to crawl out of his own skin. He leans back in his seat, rubbing his hands across his face. Each pointed remark Gerrard threw his way this shift lingers as thick as the sweat dripping down his back.

No, he thinks, sitting up straighter. Fuck this, actually. He is not going to let Gerrard invade his actual free time. He pulls out his phone, unlocking it, and makes his way to his text messages, planning on inviting Tommy out to grab a much-needed beer. Tommy beats him to the punch, as it turns out, having sent him a text asking him if he wants to grab ice cream before heading over to Tommy’s place tonight. He must have been too distracted to have noticed the text notification earlier, he thinks. Just the sight of that text has Buck smiling like he’s won the lottery. Which, well, in a way? He totally has. Tommy Kinard is his million dollar ticket.

Great minds, he texts. I was just about to ask you out myself.

Tommy replies back almost instantaneously.

What can I say? My Evan senses were tingling. ;)  

Buck feels his heart leap into his throat just reading the phrase ‘Evan senses.’ (And yeah, okay, maybe he’s still thinking about their last movie night where Tommy introduced him to the Raimi Spider-Man movies and how hot it would be if they could recreate that famous upside down in the rain kiss for themselves. Sue him. He’s only human. Also Tommy would look amazing in spandex.)

He sways in his seat, feeling the way his flush lights up his cheeks pink.

Your Evan senses were right! God I can’t wait to see you. See you soon!

  Drive safe!

  You too!

 LA traffic is LA traffic, but Buck manages to avoid tempting fate by not speeding. Much. He pulls into the parking lot of the ice cream place, brightening even further when he catches sight of Tommy’s truck and the empty space next to it. He pulls in and puts his car in park, all but jumping out of the vehicle at the same time as Tommy starts walking over to him.

“So,” Tommy says as he approaches, “I thought we might have our own little picnic in the bed of my truck.” He briefly gestures to the bed of his truck, where Buck catches a brief glimpse of a red plaid blanket spread out along with a couple of blue pillows. He smiles so wide at the sight, his face aches.

Tommy pulls Buck in close as Buck moves in closer, their lips meeting for a brief yet fierce kiss that steals some of the weight cloistered tightly in Buck’s thoughts. Already, today is starting to feel like not a total waste, just within a few moments of being in Tommy’s presence.

“That sounds amazing,” Buck says, leaning his forehead against Tommy’s. “And exactly what I need right now.” Ice cream and hanging out with Tommy in the back of his truck? He can’t think of anything better right now.

Tommy pulls back a little, eyeing Buck for a moment. “That bad huh?”

Buck huffs out a laugh. “I guess it’s written all over my face but uh. Yeah. Yeah, exactly that bad.”

“You want to talk about it?” Tommy asks, blue eyes as warm as the summer sun and full of understanding. He won’t make Buck talk about it if he doesn’t want to but he is there as a shoulder to lean on if he needs it. God, Buck is so far gone on this man.

“Maybe later,” he admits, and he leans in to steal another kiss just because he can. “After our ice cream picnic? I think I just need to…picnic and chill.” And maybe he winks as he makes that terrible pun, just because he can.

Tommy groans good naturedly but the twitching corners of his lips gives him away, as does the way his nose and entire face scrunches as he watches Buck fondly. Buck beams, always proud to be the one to make Tommy’s face scrunch. He counts that as an essential life skill, one he’s happy to keep perfecting.

“You think you’re so cute,” he says, squeezing his arms around Buck’s waist. Buck drapes his arms around Tommy’s shoulders and hugs him right back.

“I know I’m so cute,” Buck replies, and this time, he leans in to kiss Tommy’s nose.

Tommy kisses him again, this time on the mouth, sweet but lingering. Buck sighs, feeling himself unwind in Tommy’s arms. He could live here, right here, in this space between Tommy’s arms, for eternity.

“Well I can’t argue with someone who is, in fact, that cute,” Tommy says, smiling softly. “And I can’t not treat someone so cute to ice cream. So how about you go get settled in the bed of the truck and I’ll grab the ice cream?”

Buck wants to insist on paying for half; he doesn’t want to burden Tommy. But he’s also learning to accept when Tommy wants to treat him, and he tries to reciprocate where and when he can in his turn. So Buck nods without making a fuss. He’s too drained for any kind of attempt to argue otherwise anyway.

“I think that sounds like a solid plan,” he says. He tilts his head as he tries to figure out what he wants for ice cream. He internally debates with himself for a few moments before he decides on a flavor. Tommy waits patiently, thumbs rubbing circles in the small of Buck’s back all the while.

“Black raspberry with whipped cream and like, extra cherries on top,” Buck says. “Also chocolate sauce, and chocolate sprinkles, in a sugar cone. That’s at least five different food groups right there, for balance.” His face is starting to hurt from how long he’s been smiling but Buck doesn’t care.

Tommy laughs. “For balance, he says,” he shakes his head before leaning into steal another kiss. “God, you’re adorable Evan.”

Tommy’s words warm him like the August sun; he basks in the comfort he finds in the fondness with which Tommy speaks them.

“Well I assume I have to make up for whatever healthy option you’re getting,” Buck teases, sticking his tongue out slightly.

“If by healthy you mean french vanilla, then yeah, you’re not wrong,” Tommy says, chuckling. He leans in to kiss Buck again, and Buck kisses him back a little more teasingly this time.

“I feel like it’s my duty to try and lure you to the dark side of enjoying different flavors of ice cream,” Buck says.

“And how do you suppose you’re going to lure me?” Tommy asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and find out,” Buck promises, waggling his eyebrows. He kisses Tommy, slow and deep, before pulling back. The sight of Tommy with kiss swollen lips and his bright blue eyes shimmering with promise makes him shiver; Tommy feeds that shiver further by squeezing his hips, beautiful lips curving into a slight smirk.

“I look forward to finding out,” Tommy says, leaning in to steal another kiss. This time, he’s the one who deepens the kiss even further, leaving Buck breathless when they part. He smirks as his gaze lingers on Buck’s lips, which feel as kiss swollen as Tommy’s look. He squeezes Buck’s hips again quickly before backing up and turning to make his way over to get the ice cream. Buck trips over his own feet as he makes his way towards the truck.

Buck climbs into the back of Tommy’s truck and realizes, upon settling down and getting comfortable against the pillows and blanket, that the blanket is the same one from their last movie night together; Buck grew cold and Tommy wrapped both of them up in this same plaid blanket like a burrito. His fingers graze across the softness of the blanket as the memory washes over him like a bubble bath. I love him. Realization catches in his throat.

Buck blinks, startled by the appearance of those words in his thoughts for a moment before the solid truth of them anchors him. I love Tommy.

He brings the hand drifting across the blanket up to his face, pressing it against his own mouth as he huffs out a breath and laughter both. He loves Tommy; that knowledge unfurls in his chest like sunflowers opening themselves up for the sun.

He’s lost deep enough in his own thoughts that he doesn’t hear Tommy approach until Tommy is settling in right next to him, their shoulders brushing against one another and sending more warmth through Buck like campfire embers. He turns his head to find Tommy watching him curiously, two ice cream cones in hand.

“Everything okay?” Tommy asks, checking in because he always checks in with Buck, ever since they first met. Buck can’t keep from staring at him like he hung the damn moon because, as far as Buck’s concerned, Tommy is absolutely the one who slotted the moon perfectly into place.

“I love you,” Buck blurts out before he has the chance to second guess himself. He feels himself almost boil from the heat of what he just said out loud; his eyes feel as though they’ve gone as wide as a deer’s.

And Tommy? Well, Tommy stares at Buck with such wonder and awe; the fondness in his gaze makes Buck feel as bright as starlight. Tommy’s entire face could power its own solar system with how he glows as he meets Buck’s gaze.

“Evan,” he breathes out more than speaks, like Buck’s name is a beloved verse of poetry. Buck will never tire of the way Tommy says his name; the way his name comes alive on Tommy’s tongue. He loves this man so damn much.

Tommy leans in and kisses him, slow and deep; hungry, like he doesn’t have ice cream cones in his hand and requires Buck’s lips to live. Buck sighs, reaching out to grasp at the edges of Tommy’s shirt as Tommy pulls back, those blue eyes shining like the Pacific ocean in June. “I love you too.”

Buck laughs as tears lurk in the corners of his eyes. His heart pounds against his chest so loud, he’s certain everyone in the parking lot can hear it. He doesn’t care. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” Tommy says, those two words sounding more like a different pair of words. Buck sways forward into Tommy’s orbit again, leaning in for another kiss.

A sudden, wet coldness lands on his neck as he moves in, and he yelps, like a startled Great Dane. “Oh,” he says, blushing and glancing at the side of his neck where some of the ice cream Tommy still holds has melted into his skin. “Guess I forgot about the ice cream.”

“You and me both,” Tommy admits with a sheepish grin, which turns teasing a moment later. Tommy leans in and licks the drop of ice cream off of Buck’s skin. Buck shivers and laughs.

“You know,” he says, “I could get used to this method of eating ice cream.” He waggles his eyebrows for effect, delighted when Tommy throws his head back and laughs, exposing his beautiful neck that Buck has especially come to appreciate. Tommy looks especially handsome like this, head thrown back in laughter sitting right next to Buck in the back of his truck, enjoying what is turning out to be one of the best summer days Buck’s ever experienced, in spite of the crappy start. As far as Buck’s concerned, today didn’t actually start until just now, when he pulled into the parking lot to meet Tommy for ice cream.

“It would probably help if I gave you your cone,” Tommy says, handing Buck his cone with black raspberry ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, chocolate sprinkles, and extra cherries. Buck happily accepts his ice cream, starting to eat it before it fully melts. It’s only after his first few bites that he really notices Tommy’s ice cream cone which is not, in fact, french vanilla.

“Look at you, branching out!” Buck says around a mouthful of ice cream. “Is that mint chocolate chip?”

“Mint chocolate chip, whipped cream, and extra cherries on top, thank you very much,” Tommy says. He shrugs. “Maybe a certain someone is starting to rub off on me.”

Buck preens. “I’m so proud!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tommy waves him off, the corners of his mouth twitching. He breaks out into a full smile a second later, unable to help himself.

Buck leans into Tommy, bumping their shoulders together. “We should have a toast,” he murmurs as Tommy leans in to nuzzle against the side of his head. “An ice cream toast!”

“What are we toasting?” Tommy asks, moving to hold out his ice cream cone towards Buck.

Buck scrunches his own face as he considers what exactly he wants to toast. “To being in love and the road ahead,” he decides after a few moments, turning to smile right at Tommy while holding out his cone in turn.

“To being in love and the road ahead,” Tommy repeats with a smile, bumping their cones together. “May the road ahead be long and winding.”

Of course, Buck has to lean in and kiss Tommy for that. So he does.

[viveltres]

( AMITA SUMAN.  CIS WOMAN.  SHE/HER )  - the new york city resident, kaneila  acharya,  was  seen  sporting  a  lewd  tramp  stamp  and�� rejected  back  dermals  above  her  low-rise  jeans  on  park  avenue  today.  the  twenty-seven  year  old  is  a  flight  attendant  in  the  city  &  has  been  here  for  three  years  on  and  off.  since  being  here,  she has  been  told  to  be  detached  from  the  outside  world,  but  also  a  trendsetter,  but who  really  knows!  according  to  nycslam,   she  has  homewrecked  multiple  families.  anyways,  guess  we'll  find  out  for  ourselves!

WHO ARE YOU?

full name:  kaneila acharya. nicknames:  canelé, neila, nellie, kiki. will respond to anything, but goes by kaneila herself. gender:  cis woman. pronouns: she/her. sexuality:  complicated, but identifies as bisexual for now. aesthetics:  mall rat couture, spiked detox smoothies, uneven and purposeful tan lines, paparazzi plaything, confessions of a teenage drama queen, bedazzled vape bars, bottomless mimosas to cure last night's hangover, every PR team's nightmare, tacky tattoos to cover up her exes' names. age:  twenty seven (27). date of birth:  28th of july. zodiac sign:  leo sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising. place of birth: miami, florida. residence:  a penthouse in the heart of new york city. she lives alone, however, a few of her friends crash there so often they might as well have moved in (wanted connection). occupation:  flight attendant + face of her father's airline VELOURAIR.

INTROSPECTION

(excerpts of an interview pulled from the archives of COSMOPOLITAN, the issue of 2020)

For those unfamiliar with you, tell us a little bit about your background.

Have you guys ever watched that MTV show “My Super Sweet 16”? I've been told I'm, like, a carbon copy of those girls on the show, which is, honestly, not as big of an insult as they think. Like, yeah? I'm a spoiled little brat and my daddy's little girl, sue me, bitches! Last time I checked, being rich isn't a crime (shrugs). But anyway... My dad's, like, a billionaire because his parents are crazy rich too, but he started off as a pilot and then ended up founding his own airline, which is super exclusive. He doesn't like it when I brag about him like that, but who else will if not me? I mean, it's not like we're seeing pilots on TV. I'm the face of the VELOURAIR for a reason.

What about your mother?

You know, I'm not so sure. We weren't that close growing up, but not in a depressing way; she didn't abandon me as a child or anything, she's just super hot for her age and using that to her advantage! I flew out to South America last year to see one of her bellydancing shows and then I went with her to her Botox appointment. She's probably doing something else now because she doesn't know how to stick to one thing. Like mother, like daughter! (checks instagram) OMG, that's so funny. Do you guys see that? She's posting dressed up chihuahuas and stuff. Aw, that's so cute! Wow, that's so many followers. Should I be doing this too?

Your job title is ‘flight attendant,’ but we know your role involves much more than that. How would you describe what you do to someone unfamiliar with this world?

TBH, it's not even that much. I've heard so many flight attendants be like, this job is a lot harder than you think, blah blah blah. That's just soooo dramatic. It's really not. I get to travel a lot, wear cute fits, and have sex with A-listers in the bathroom. What more could you ask for? I guess I also promote brands that sponsor us, but let's be real. All I need to do is smile, flash a little bit of thong, and suddenly, they're all wrapped around my finger (shimmies and winks).

Can you walk us through your typical day when you’re off-duty? How do you spend your free time?

Oh my God, okay, if there's one thing I hate about my job is that most of the time, I don't get to sleep in. No one should have to wake up before 3 PM, that's just torture. But if you entice me with a bit of lazy morning sex... (moans) Suddenly I'm the earliest bird, pecking every worm in sight. After that, I'm out having brunch with my girls or shopping, or at the beach, or slashing tires of an ex-boyfriend's car, or all of the above. Just, you know, the usual. Days are so boring to me. Everything comes alive at night! Before then, I'm just passing time.

What are some passions or hobbies that you’ve developed over the years? Are you doing any other side gigs apart from working at your father's airline?

I'm actually currently in the process of getting a license to be a nail technician. No one else gets my vision like I do, so I was like, why not do it myself? But I do a bunch of other things, too. A bit of modelling here and there, I do some personal shopping and styling for those who are completely tone-deaf when it comes to fashion. I can do anything once I put my mind to it, I think. It's just sooo much effort... I'd rather stay in bed and watch Sex and the City.

What's next for you after this?

A dick appointment (giggles). Oh, you mean, like, in life? Eugh, I don't know. Just hoping I'm not dead in the next few years. That's all I can ask for. But if I am, then I hope someone makes a biopic about me. I already have a journal stashed for this and it's full of juicy dirty secrets. I won't care about them once I'm dead; I just want the audience and my fans to be entertained.

[longeyelashedtragedy]

lampard life update

just got the sweetest message from a Very Experienced Social worker i worked with. censoring things that identify the specific place i worked, and my name bc i fucking HATE my name and would rather pretend it didn't exist:

basically this is the kind of feedback i've been getting for the past almost 24 hours--my phone's been blowing up between coworkers and people who work for the City Government (TM). i talked shit on the phone with said Dana this morning (who is...amazing and this very passionate jewish lady who totally plays into my Mommy Issues and she wants to meet me for coffee) and she said she'd act as a reference and gave me some interesting job tips. mind you, i've only known these people since october.

-as i said to protect daniel james i've applied to more jobs in the past 12 hours than frank lampard has applied to in the past 7 months! people are like "you should rest and relax" and like yeah, but i'm not young enough to be on my parents' health insurance anymore and as marieke said, being unemployed in america is scary. being close to broke in nyc is terrifying! i'm stressed as fuck but also never have to enter that trauma pit with the Evil Boss again?

-i was crying last night not even because of me but because of thinking of all the people i work with and support who i didn't get to say goodbye to and i don't know what they will do without my support cause i have no idea who tf will replace me. and whoever does, isn't going to know the context of how to help these people. i literally called some people of my own volition today--i still have access to the city databases that i use--and will have some more calls monday. i cared. i fucking loved my job in terms of the actual duties and responsibilities, and i was GOOD at it when i wasn't being traumatized by, as my New Job Work Bestie said on the phone last night, "a stupid evil cunt." if the shoe fits lol. like literally there are people whose timesheets i sign on fridays and i have no idea who the fuck else can sign them and how will they get paid!!!!! i was frantically texting them at like 11 last night because fuck! that's not fucking right if people don't get paid bc of this evil woman!

-people are advising me to lawyer up and lawyer parents are looking into it. they messed with the wrong bitch! the reason why i am possibly pursuing this is because at the time of my termination~ i had already opened the process of an ADA (americans with disabilities act) accommodation request, feat. a letter from my psychiatrist discussing my PTSD, which is not like. A fun thing to discuss multiple times with multiple people at work, and yet i did. Because i wanted to try to make it work, and all i fucking asked for was to be moved to another job location. My job has around 50 locations. In no universe is that a difficult request, plus, i was asking for a like secondary thing instead which was--fucking staff the vacant position at my job so i was no longer one person doing a two person job.and WEIRDLY, on wednesday i was just told that i WAS getting another person--on monday! she's someone i vaguely know, and we had an amazing zoom talk yesterday afternoon--so like. wtf? the famous dana (see above) said that at the least we could bully them into a better severance package if they were afraid i would sue. The place i worked at is Very Behated in new york and the media thrives on the place getting negative attention.

-another option that occured to me is that i was fired by Evil Boss because she thought i was going to rat her out about things she is doing that are unethical and probably illegal. (i know this sounds dramatic but i won't go into job details in public for various reasons--i already revealed too much in the screenshot!) i was not going to do that, but also i wasn't DEFENDING her and saying what she was doing was okay, and that came to her attention yesterday and she went the fuck off on me. she told me i had to tell the famous dana NOT to inform people that their rights were being violated, and i'm like---I cannot tell someone what to say and not to say, and that would be a REALLY SHADY THING TO SAY? so this bitch probably got spooked. Who even knows what happened but this is clearly one of the most unjust sackings in history 😂 maybe they will hire mourinho to take over my position

-how did i make such a positive impact on 7914433 people while having the most horrific trauma episode since before i started taking meds? damn. i guess i put my whole longeyelashedtragedussy into making connections and truly enjoying them

[andiatas]

@foreverinthepagesofhistoryy I tagged you in a masterpost where I had linked most of the articles I've translated about Märtha Louise but also the case around Marius.

The biggest issue Norwegians seem to have with Märtha Louise is the same as Brits have with Harry - they're capitalising on their royal status. Sure, there would still be chaos & negative opinions if private person Märtha Louise did this, but the fact that she's styling herself as Princess Märtha Louise (or Princess Martha as she's apparently trying to rebrand herself as internationally) yeah, that's just pissing people off.

Summarising their entire relationship would take ages & quite frankly, I don't have the energy for that. But here are a few highlights around this wedding:

Their engagement ring was a brand deal/paid PR for their friend's business, plus they sold their engagement photos.

I don't remember the exact quotes, but Durek heavily implied that once they got married, they would move to LA because he couldn't imagine living in "a racist country" such as Norway. He had also already bought a house for himself & Märtha Louise (at first, Märtha Louise seemed to be game for this, but sometime during the pandemic (I think?) she seemed to realise she still had children & maybe moving them half across the world wasn't the best idea)

In December 2023, Durek caused a scandal by essentially stating that children with "behavioural issues" shouldn't go to therapists or psychologists. Instead, they should seek him out since they most likely were "possessed by spirits". Despite the backlash, he refused to apologise for this & just doubled down even more.

Fast forward to spring 2024, a gin was launched to celebrate the upcoming wedding of Princess Märtha Louise & Durek (ironically, since Durek has made such a big thing out of him refusing to drink alcohol). After two days, the gin was pulled from stores due to complaints that it might break Norwegian law. Earlier this week, it was announced that it did break the law, but Märtha Louise & Durek essentially just got a slap on their fingers.

Märtha Louise's manager has spent the whole spring & summer in an email argument with the local police trying to organise this wedding. One thing they were very upset about was that the police didn't ban NRK & TV2 from flying drones above their outdoor wedding, which brings me to the next point:

Earlier this month, it was announced that Hello Magazine had the exclusive photo rights to the wedding, & Netflix had the exclusive TV rights. This means the wedding of a Norwegian princess is closed to Norwegian media & the Norwegian public. This also explains why Märtha Louise & Durek have been followed by a TV crew for much of the summer.

The reveal of that agreement promptly made the Royal Palace announce that members of the Norwegian Royal Palace "retain their right" to not be photographed & filmed in "cases where not all media is allowed".

In June or July, Durek published a statement saying that he & Märtha Louise see no other option but to threaten to sue his mother due to all the false stories she has sold about him. He also basically accused her of being in cahoots with the tabloids. (the so-called false stories are the whole thing about him being a danger to the public & that Märtha Louise has been brainwashed by Durek)

As if that wasn't enough, Durek's sister took to Instagram to publish a video of her reading an open letter to King Harald. In it, she says that she, along with the entire family, has received letters from Durek & Princess Märtha Louise threatening that if they continue talking, they will get sued.

Then, at the pre-wedding party on Thursday, we could see Märtha Louise & Durek wearing matching outfits from Märtha Louise's own clothing brand, just further solidifying she is using this occasion to capitalise on her title & royal connection. (I haven't seen any photos yet from last night's pre-wedding party, but I wouldn't be surprised if they wore more clothes from her brand)

This is at the top of my mind, & I'm sure I forgot to mention many things that have happened these past few years. But you can probably sense a common thread here. While Märtha Louise has made a lot of questionable decisions & is clearly trying to capitalise on her title & who her parents are... I think what upset people most is that she seemingly has no issue with her partner's behaviour.

It's coming across as if she has no issue with the things he says or does. Every time he gets questioned, she blows it off as people being racist due to the colour of his skin (now, as someone who is Sámi a.k.a. Indigenous, I have a lot of thoughts & opinions about the issue of racism in the Nordic countries but that is a rant for another day). Basically, while she has done things worthy of criticism, what upsets people most is her inaction when it comes to Durek & her seemingly not setting boundaries, such as, "Hey, could you not mention my father in Instagram Live's where you're also marketing your shamanism business & products?"

I’m so lost with the drama of Martha Louise’s wedding, what is basically the drama between the couple and everyone?

oh there is so much!! @andiatas has translated a lot of articles about the whole thing and the more you read, the more you'll understand why this marriage is so complicated. One of the main things is that her fiancé sold things that were supposed to heal covid, told people that kids would get cancer because they are unhappy, etc... also, his mother warned people about him being manipulative and he and ML threatened to sue him. There's still a lot more but that's all i can think of right now

[maarriiii]

Cute

A/N: Do I love this? No, not really. Do I like it enough that I want to upload it? Yeah. Am I uploading this cause I haven’t been uploading fics here? Absolutely. Hope you like it 💕💕

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x female!reader

Warnings: None

my masterlist :))

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“If you're going to ask me what I think you're going to ask," y/n paused, giving her a friend moment to digest her apparent annoyance. "then I swear to God, Stiles, I would hit you with this book.”

Stiles' brown eyes went wide open at her hostility, and the fact he was already caught when he just sat down.

“What? No.” He prolonged each syllables dramatically. “I'm just here to, uh, see my—to see you. Yeah, that's it. Nothing else. Not wanting to ask you anything at all. Nope.”

y/n shook her head. “God, you say one thing...”

She was only graced with a few seconds of silence before Stiles spoke again. “But, just out of curiosity—”

y/n sighed, knowing where he was going.

“—between me and Isaac, who's the cuter one?”

She didn't believe this whole deal came from the fact that she called him cute instead of a famous celebrity during a movie night at her house with the rest of her friends. Scott had been telling her that Stiles wouldn't shut up about being called cute by the girl who always rejected guys at school whenever they asked her out. Besides Lydia, y/n was the most sought out ever since she moved to Beacon Hills freshman year. Her mysterious aura seemed to entranced everyone that looks her way, that includes Stiles.

y/n thought it was cute how thrilled he was hearing the compliment. y/n pride herself by being blunt and truthful and she wasn't lying when she said Stiles was cute, but he was slowly pushing her buttons with all the questions he asked, comparing him to other guys that are considered good looking to someone's eyes.

“I'm not going to answer that question.”

“Why not?!” He asked, sounding so offended.

y/n turned to face him. “Because you're both my friend.”

“You didn't have any problem when Lydia asked you who's cuter between me and Scott.”

“Well, that was before you started asking me this question every goddamn time, Stiles,” y/n snapped.

“Just this once.” Stiles took her hands and hold it to his chest. “I know how much you prefer Isaac. But, I just want to wipe the smile off of that scarf wearing ass when I told him you choose me over him.”

y/n shook her head, wondering what she did in a past life to deserve this—she was being dramatic over this, sue her. She fully faced her friend, staring right into his hopeful brown eyes with the most serious expression she can mustered. From this distance, y/n could see the tiny little moles scattered on the side of his face—which she might've stare at for a split seconds.

“Stiles,” she began, her voice gentle but still a hint of annoyance. “you are by far the most cutest and good looking person I've ever met. Everyone is beneath you and that includes Isaac Lahey. Happy now, Stilinski?”

He beamed. “You're the best. You are my favorite person in the world. Scott is now my second best friend. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, what—”

Without any warning, which was natural for him, Stiles kissed her cheek. It took y/n a moment to let the action sink in. It felt like her brain was short-circuiting and close to exploding. Stiles watched her expression with wide eyes, wondering whether he should runaway at that very second.

“Did you just—” she was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

“Do you want to go out with me?” He half yelled, slightly panicking.

What in the world is going on, y/n thought. What alternate universe is this and how did she arrive.

“Like on a date?” Her heart did flips at the last word. “The two of us, together?”

“As far as I can remember that is what a date entails, yes.”

When the silence became deafening and y/n kept blinking like she didn’t know what year it was, Stiles thought he was gonna hear the dreaded ‘no’, but life always keeps you surprised.

“Look you don’t have—”

“Yes, I’d love to go out with you,” y/n affirmed, a small smile on her lips.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re saying this out of pity?”

She rolled her eyes, and pressed her lips on his cheek. “No, I’m not kidding. Saturday, 8:30. Don’t be late, Stilinski.”

Before he could say anything, y/n was already standing up and walking away. She left him there, mouth wide open and confused out of his mind. When he finally snap out of it, Stiles chased his soon-to-be date and mentally preparing the best date he will ever pulled off.

[twopoppies]

It's so obvious that she and her team are behind this fake nanny expose. They think that if they have her say enough negative things about OW it won't be obvious that it's OWs camp, and everyone has fallen for that bullshit and played right into her hands, completely forgetting about NDAs and how easily Olivia and Jason could sue this woman for defamation and for sharing details of their private life. Get real. Everyone was so desperate for tea to keep dragging her that no one is thinking critically and she banked on everyone having the exact reactions they did and is now laughing at everyone with her shitty team. It was timed perfectly to make her trend while she went onstage pretending to be a victim of misogyny at that show, and timed to continue releasing articles all week in the lead up to the release of My Policeman so that the public won't be discussing the fact that Harry is playing a closeted gay man on screen and has several intimate and graphic sex scenes and kiss scenes with a man. She is literally spiraling, which is why she egged it on last night by posting what she did. All that did was confirm for me that she was behind it and this was planned. That's why I've been saying this was fake since it first dropped, that it's too outlandish, and that it's a paid for stunt. Look who's releasing it. Daily Mail. Her besties who she gets to write positive articles about her every other day. You think suddenly they're gonna turn on her to this extent? The nanny bullshit is all staged and of course she's not being identified and of course she sounds like a literal anti-holivia stan saying all the things that Harries have been saying about her for months. That she's a bad neglect ful mom. That she cheated. That she was still leading Jason on. It's clownish and the timing is so fucking obvious. All I can say is poor Harry. It only gets worse.

Yeah, I’m generally pretty skeptical of this sort of theorizing, but honestly the timing is really suspicious. I truly don’t understand how Harry’s contracts with her can be so binding that he has to keep being seen with her even with this literal shit storm whirling around here. But it’s clear that she can’t go a moment without being in the public eye—and the more garbage that’s dumped, the more she’ll play up this misogyny bullshit. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she told Jason she was actually dating Harry. I don’t even think I’d be surprised if I found out that she actually thinks she’s dating Harry.

[into-crazy]

Hey there Des☺️💜 So, I saw your answer of the WIP game and now I'm curious. Would you mind telling me about some of your pieces?🥺 Only if you like, of course. How about "make waves", "honey bear", "White Opal Eyes" and "short girl problems". Haha, the last one sounds too relatable😅🤭 I'm thinking of you and sending you soooo much love. Please take good care of yourself💜💜💜

Oh my gosh HIIII SUE😄💖💖💖 How are you doing darling? I hope that you are doing well🥺😌💕

Ah jeez, you sure picked some interesting titles. Man have I got some things to say about those ones😅

So "make waves" is a ledger!joker x female reader fic. It's a bit of a soft smut involving J and the reader in the bath tub together ~wink wink~ aha

I haven't gotten that far into it so I really don't have anything worth sharing just yet so I'm gonna leave it at that.

Now "honey bear" is a Patrick Verona x reader fic that I have been brainstorming but never actually got around to writing. It's currently the first and only idea that I have for Patrick. I don't know where I was quite going with it, and I don't know if I'll get around to writing it out. But I'll never say never.

Below is basically all I've got with it:

Cold and rainy weather had swept into the valley this weekend.

A bear that loves her honey. And every part of Patrick was filled with the sweet, golden rich substance.

Alright now "White Opal Eyes" was a Eddie Brock x Female Reader series that I was working on about three years ago. Yeah.. I know.. And it's sat completely untouched in my files for that long too!! I only ever got up to four parts with it. But around the time I was writing that fourth part, I got more interested and invested in other characters/fandoms. Eventually, I just stopped writing it and I haven't went back to continue writing it. Anyways, it was a super cutesy series and I had a lot of fun writing it. Occasionally I still go back to read it over, so that I can reminisce on what the days were like at the time I was writing it. As for the writing itself, it's very.. bad😅 I'll say that my writing has definitely improved a lot since then. Nevertheless, I'm holding onto it for sentimental purposes.

Here is a little snippet from Part 4:

You had seen a news article on a strange sighting in the city. There were a few other claims and even news casts on it. Stories of a creature made of a dark substance feeding on bodies before disappearing into the night. You brought it up with Eddie, "Have you heard about the sightings in the city?"

"On what?" He asked curiously.

"The black, substance-like one that eats the residents of the city."

Eddie catches a cough in his throat.

She's heard of us.

"Oh that one," he continued, "yeah I've read about it, it made quite the story back at the news station."

"It's pretty crazy, do you believe it?" You asked.

"I-I'm not too sure," he pauses, "Although I'd like to find out more about it."

You're such a liar. No one likes a liar, Eddie.

"Do you believe it?" He looked at you, eyes wide with curiosity.

"I haven't figured it out yet, I've been reading up on it."

Eddie was little nervous now that you read about the symbiote. And he was even more uneasy because Venom was even more pushy on wanting to reveal itself to you. But it read Eddie's mind, and respected his wishes to stay hidden. In time.

As for "short girl problems🥺" I'd say it's pretty self explanatory. But I will say that they are a little more personal, and I've based them off of my own experiences. Although I'd think that a lot of other's can relate to them. I don't want to give too much of the details about it away and I am not completely certain with which character I want to write it for. I will say that I am leaning towards a certain clown with long, greasy green locks and messy greasepaint👀👀

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!💖💖💖 I really appreciate you and this ask😌🥰

[the-cake-lair]

Long winter nights

Did I just post a Christmas smut? Yes I did. I've been thinking about posting this since December and now I'm finally doing it. Sue me.

The light in the living room was low and warm, the sounds from the tv echoed through the almost empty dorm softly. Almost empty, except for the two boys on the couch, tangled in each other and the blanket covering them for comfort rather than warmth. In the dimly lit room it was hard to make out any details about either of them, it was hard to even determine where one of the two figures ended and the other began.

Mark sighed through his nose, eyes opening slightly to look at Donghyuck, his closed eyes and how his skin was shining the richest shade of bronze in the dim light of the candles he had placed everywhere in the room, as he kissed him soft and slow, almost lazily. The movie was still playing, the Christmas songs and jingling of bells providing the soundtrack for their late night moment of togetherness. Donghyuck pulled away slightly, his breath hitting Mark’s lips in warm puffs. "How did you get everybody to leave for the night?" the younger mumbled before he moved back in, not giving his boyfriend any time to reply. "You know-" Mark tried but he was cut off again by another kiss. He pushed as Donghyuck’s shoulders lightly, signaling him to move away.

The younger boy broke the kiss and whined, sitting back on the older’s thighs which he had stradled at one point. It took all of Mark’s self control to not kiss him again. "I can be quite persuasive if I want to be." One would think it was impossible to snort quietly but Donghyuck managed to do so and not ruin the calm atmosphere. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure." "Hey." Mark briefly pecked his lips, chuckling when the younger chased after his lips. "Bribery is persuasion." The laugh bubbling out of Donghyuck at that was loud and pure and Mark loved it. His lips found the younger boy’s jaw, turning the last of his giggles into a breathy sigh. He pressed soft butterfly kisses against the soft skin of Hyuck’s throat, making sure to cover every spot he could find until he reached his ear. "Merry early Christmas baby." He mumbled and wrapped his arms around Donghyuck’s waist tightly. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the main characters of the movie standing underneath a misteltoe. "I love you Hyuckie." Instead of a verbal answer Donghyuck pressed their lips together in a kiss again, more insistant this time. Slowly they sank back into the cussions, getting lost in each other as the end credits rolled on the tv screen.

Their hips were rolling, pushing against each other, just trying to get closer, to get more friction, to feel more like they really were one person. Donghyuck groaned breathlessly against Mark‘s lips. The older swallowed the sound, sucking his tongue. It was driving Hyuck up the wall how good Mark had become at this, how easily he could turn him into a desperate, needy mess, how this was the one thing he wasn‘t in control of. He ground down against his boyfriend and threw back his head. Ecstasy was written all over his face and Mark wanted to see his whole body shake with it.

His hands were slowly rubbing circles into the younger‘s skin. It felt as if they‘d get burned any second from the heat emitting from his lover‘s body. Gently but urgently he dragged his palms down to feel the younger’s thighs. His teeth dug into a plump lower lip, Donghyuck cried out. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, at least enough to talk. There was a very certain kind of desperation shining in his eyes as he looked down at Mark, his arms shaking as he tried to hold himself above the other. "Take off my clothes." he breathed out. In a matter of seconds Mark had pushed himself into a sitting position, his hands slowly dragging the younger‘s shirt up. He mouthed at his chest, licking and biting just to hear Donghyuck gasp, just to feel his hips twitch against his with unrestrainable need. His tongue dragged over one of the pert nipples he had just uncovered, earning him a high pitched cry. Mark‘s eyes slipped closed in delight for a second. He knew Donghyuck thought his voice was made for singing but if you asked him he would tell you that it was made for this and this only, and nobody other than him got to hear this. And the thought had him going crazy with want.

Impatiently he threw the shirt onto the floor, fingers swiftly undoing Donghyuck‘s pants. He had gotten good at that as well. He slipped his hands underneath the fabric, grabbed onto the younger‘s ass to pull him closer. Their lips crashed together like the tsunami crashed against the shore, with a brutal, natural force that was as beautiful as it was terrifying in its intensity. Mark‘s sweater was discarded at some point, he would never be able to recall how exactly. He had so much more pressing matters to attend to, like the expanse of clear, glowing skin in front of him. No matter how often he saw the younger like this, writhing and desperate on top of him, it always took his breath away. "Ride me." he mumbled before he could think much about the words and Donghyuck mewled.

Mark wasted no time pushing down the tight jeans on the younger‘s body, eyes traveling over his naked body hungrily. Donghyuck was busy with his sweat pants which were much easier to remove, even with a gorgeous young man on top of them. "Come here." Mark breathed when they were both naked. He pulled the younger into him until they chests, their hips, their entire bodies were pressed together as tightly as humanly possible. A few of the older‘s fingers trailed over Hyuck‘s lips, the younger willingly sucked them into his mouth. Mark watched eagerly as he hollowed his cheeks, groaned when he felt a skilled tongue slide along them. Quickly he pulled them back and moved his hand around, behind the younger, and then he slowly pushed into him.

Donghyuck‘s body tensed and the finger breaching him stilled. Open mouthed kisses were pressed onto his chest in an attempt to sooth him and slowly he relaxed again, letting Mark slip into him further. His movements were slow, he made sure his younger lover was feeling good as he opened him up. Every thrust in pressed Donghyuck against his chest tighter. The younger‘s arms wrapped around his shoulder‘s, finger gripping onto his hair tightly as he screwed his eyes closed in pleasure.

"Please!" he whimpered and Mark bit down onto his collar bone to stifle his groan. Carefully he pulled his fingers out of the other‘s body. Donghyuck‘s thighs were quivering as he lifted himself up, only to sink down Mark‘s cock. The older‘s arms wrapped around his waist again and his nails dug into the younger‘s lower back as Donghyuck rolled his hips. His eyes were focused on Mark‘s, captivated by the intensity in them you only ever found there if he was on stage or buried in his lover.

Donghyuck‘s body was moving fluidly on top of his, as if he was dancing. His heaving chest was glistening with sweat, his mouth parted to let his sweet moans fill the room. They were staring at each other as the younger fucked himself on Mark‘s cock. The older didn‘t care whether he aimed to pleasure only himself or both of them, the sight of Hyuck falling apart just for him was enough for him. His hips raised ever so slightly to meet the other‘s movements and Donghyuck couldn‘t look athim any longer. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as one of his hands wrapped around his own cock, languidly stroking it. A larger hand took a hold of his and increased the pressure ever so slightly. Donghyuck moaned brokenly. It felt so good. The grip he had on Mark‘s hair tightened until it was painful as he spilled all over their bodies. Distinctly he could feel Mark fill him, could hear him swear. The dirty English words made him whine.

Breathlessly he slumped against his boyfriend‘s chest, just for a moment he told himself, so he could enjoy the fingers drawing on his back and the rapid beating of Mark‘s heart in his ringing ears. He let himself be pulled back down, into the same position all this had started in. His eyes traveled to the tv screen which was pitch black and he scoffed a laugh before he closed his eyes. Just for a moment, he told himself, and drifted off to sleep.

[mysticmeadowscamp]

"What are you gonna major in, then?"

I wanted to give another shot to writing and i couldnt sleep last night so,,,,yeah!!!!! A liddol fic from OP!!!!

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For as long as he remembers, Patton had always been a light sleeper. Every single little noise managed to wake him up ever since he was a kid. If it weren't because of his alarm, he'd most likely sleep until around 2 pm.

Today, however, Patton had woken up by some noise downstairs. The kitchen, he assumed, judging by the sound of something small and metallic falling onto the floor, something like cutlery.

For a split second he had forgotten he spent the night at Logan's, only remembering because this clearly was not his room. It was somewhat messy; there were some water bottles on the desk and the corner of the room, two empty cups of instant noodles on the night stand, along with some empty glasses, and some bowls sat on the floor as well.

Patton smiled to himself, remembering how the first time he came to Logan's house he was genuinely surprised to see how disorganized his room was. Logan seemed like a very organized guy, and very neat person as well, you'd think he'd be the type of guy who would freak out the moment he saw something ruining the tidyness of his room. He was so good with schedules you'd figured the boy would manage to find some time to clean his own room.

When asked about it, Logan had said that since his parents aren't home most of the time, he had become used to cleaning the whole place by himself. He puts priority on every other room in the house, leaving his own room for last. And with the stress of school and a part-time job, most of the time Logan simply didn't have the energy to tidy it up.

It made sense for Patton, he'd even say it was kind of selfless of him.

Its not like the room was that bad either. Just a few things scattered across the floor, some glasses and bowls on the desk, and his bed was rarely ever made.

Logan's room got messy whenever he studied, especially for midterms and finals. But normally? The mess was kind of aesthetically pleasing. It was almost as if Logan was somehow even organized at being messy.

Patton let out a small yawn, sitting up on the bed his friend always made for him whenever he stayed the night, and stretched his arms as he gave a quick look to Logan's own -and currently empty- bed.

Without thinking much of it, he walked out of the room and made his way to the kitchen.

"You know, I could really do some good sleeping without the noise." He announced once he saw Logan standing by the counter, pouring some milk into a bowl.

Logan gave him a quick glare, smiling, before going back to his cereal "What noise? I dropped a spoon. Are you gonna sue me over a spoon?"

"Where's my cereal?" Patton asked in a teasing tone, ignoring his friend's previous comment.

"Milk's here, the cereal on the counter, you know your way around this house already, Jonathan."

Patton couldn't help but chuckle at that. Him and Logan always teased each other with their middle names, both of them had already forgotten how the jab started in the first place. "What a horrible host you are." He joked, making his way to the counter to start making his own bowl of cereal.

"You know, I've been seriously thinking about college, for some reason." Logan had said suddenly, ignoring Patton's sarcastic comment. "What if I end up majoring in music composition instead of Economics?" He said with a grin on his face.

"And throw your whole life plans out the window? Sounds great to me." Patton answered sarcastically, playing along to his friend's joke. At least that's what he thought it was, until he heard Logan let out a small "yeah" that sounded somewhat sad. Was it not a joke? Was Logan serious about changing his plans to study? Oh God, did he just made fun of his friend?

Patton quickly thought about a way of showing his support without making it too awkward. Its not like Logan continued the conversation after his comment, either.

"But if you're serious about it, what made you change your mind?"

Patton felt a sensation of relief when the boy looked up to him again, and his eyes visibly widened a little bit with some sort of enthusiasm. "Well, you know, at this point I barely go out without my guitar. It's basically a part of me now. And..." Logan paused for a second, smiling up to him. "Not to brag, but I've been getting very good at it."

"Scarily." Patton agreed.

"And..."

"Oh, is that not just it?" His friend giggled at that. Patton was now curious, Logan was a smiley guy, yeah. But now he was strangely giddy.

"And...I was thinking that maybe I could take a gap year so you, VeeVee, and I could go to the same college together. You know, the one they barely shut up about when asked about future plans. Just think about it! Me studying music, VeeVee studying digital animation, and you studying photography!"

Patton frowned, confused. "Photography?"

"Yeah. Isn't that what you're gonna major in?" Logan questioned.

"No, not really. Photography is more like a hobby to me."

"What are you gonna major in, then?"

A sudden wave of fear of disappointing his friend got to him. That, or worse, making him sad. Logan's plan seemed so sweet, he was gonna wait for him and Virgil so they a could study together. He seemed very excited about telling him about it, too! And now Patton was ruining it.

But Logan didn't seem disappointed, though, or sad. In fact, he seemed genuinely curious about it.

Well, the cat's out of the bag now. He thought to himself.

"I uhm..." He doubted for a second. "I'm gonna study law."

Logan choked on his cereal, although it was nothing serious. And Patton let out a sigh, avoiding his friend's eyes, visibly kind of upset.

"I'm sorry I just..." Logan said, his voice a little hoarse from the coughing "It caught me off guard, is all."

Patton looked at him, but didn't answer.

"It's great!" He assured him "I think it's great. Law is a great thing to major in, you'd be a great lawyer, Patton." Logan looked at him, still not getting an answer. His face softened "Why haven't you mentioned it before?"

"Because," He sighed, crossing his arms. "Everyone is gonna assume that it's because of him. And that's definitely not the case."

"Not us." Logan protested, immediately understanding. "Pat, you know we don't think of you only as the mayor's son. You're our friend. And your dad's a dick." Patton let out a soft chuckle, to which Logan smiled in response.

"Still... It has always been that way. Every single thing I do... People always think it's linked to him somehow. And I know you guys don't see things that way, but..." He frowned "I don't know. I'm used to it, I guess. I'm tired of it."

There was a silence between both boys for a minute, until Logan spoke up again.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked, but he didnt wait for an answer. "I think you're scared of your dad. You're scared of the impact he has on your life. That's why you beat your ass at school. You get straight A's because you want a scholarship, and you want a scholarship because you don't want to depend on that guy in any sort of way. And that's great!" He added "That's a great way of thinking. And you should think that way on every other thing you want to do. You hate that your dad has you wrapped around his finger for the sake of his image, yet you don't do anything about it."

Waiting for an answer and not getting one, Logan continued.

"You know...We never mention it, but whenever we see you put on this happy-go-lucky facade at school...It's kind of hard for us." He admitted, looking at the floor. "Not hard as in we get sad or uncomfortable, but hard as in we know that's not the real you. You're not all sunshine and rainbows and we all know it. At school you always put on a way too wide smile, and your voice even gets a little higher, and you're always wearing colorful clothes, and I know you chose the frame of your glasses to be round because you think it makes you appear more friendly. I know it's a facade. We all know. Me, VeeVee, Roman, even Remus and Dee. We know that's not the real you."

"Who is the real me, then?" Patton murmured, wondering out loud.

"Well, the Patton we know isnt afraid to loudly call me a pussy for not wanting to see a horror series, for starters." Logan tried lifting up the mood, and it had apparently worked judging by the smile appearing on Patton's face. "You love horror stuff way too much, you also enjoy chasing me around because I may have or may have not smacked you in the head for no reason, you are shamelessly sarcastic, I'm sure you'd murder a guy for Virgil, you also love playing wrestling with Remus, you are very vocal about what doesn't sit right with you, and you have your morals very well damn set."

"You think?" He asked, unconvinced.

"Listen, I know Roman was kind of put off when you told us you broke a guy's nose because he was harassing a girl. But I'm fairly certain that Ro is a pacifist, so he definitely wasn't judging your morals. Just the violent act."

"Do you think I'm violent?"

"Well, I've never seen you be violent. Sometimes you just wanna hit some stuff and that's okay, we all have our ways to dealing with anger. And you're definitely getting better at coping with it" He shrugged "I don't blame you nor judge you for getting angry at many things. I'd too have anger issues if I were in your position, to be fully honest. But you told us you're gonna seek help once you feel ready, and I hold you onto that. So... yeah. I love you?"

Patton giggled at his friend's sudden awkwardness and rested his head of his shoulder. The conversation would definitely leave him thinking for a good while. "I love you too."

"Do you really haven't told anyone that you wanna study law?" Logan asked.

"Nope."

"Not even Virgil?"

"Not even Virgil. Whenever they ask me I just say I dont know yet. But I might tell them soon."

"Do you wanna study law because you wanna cover up a murder?" Logan teased this time, with a smirk on his face.

"Yes. Yours, specifically." He played along, looking at him in the eyes.

"Now, come on! I gave you a very cheesy talk and now you admit you're gonna murder me?"

"Remus is gonna major in mortuary science. We could totally pull it off."

Logan stood quiet for a good while. He knew Patton was joking, and Patton knew he was playing along.

"I was gonna make you some pancakes, so you might want to reconsider that."

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 6

I was stood in front of my mirror looking over my outfit choice, i wanted to keep it casual but dressy enough to be out on a Friday night! I already knew Hannah would show up in some ridiculously short dress or a too low cut top showing off her assets! The black wrap top i found in my closet was just low cut enough to tease but not slutty, i found my good jeans (that always made me feel good about myself) and finished my look with my black heals.

As i checked my hair and make up i couldn't help but feel nervous. It had been so long since i had been out like this. My social life was pretty non-exsistant since becoming a mom, even when i did go out with Hannah it was days out with Mason and Lucas. I grabbed my clutch from the dresser throwing in my lipstick and eyeliner incase i needed to freshen up my makeup throughout the evening and then headed downstairs.

"Mace, you ready to go?" I asked as i walked into the living room, i was dropping him at Hannah's mom's place and meeting her there.

"Yeah..... wow mom you look so pretty" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby" he was such a sweet kid, he made my heart melt!

I grabbed my leather jacket and Mason's  overnight bag and we were soon heading out to the car.

When we arrived at the bar we found a table in the back and got settled. Hannah was straight up at the bar ordering shots and vodka lemonade's while i held the table and kept a look out for Scott.

Hannah came back carrying a tray full of drinks with a huge grin on her face.

"These should last us a while"

"Jesus Han, you trying to kill me? You do realise i'll probably be wasted after two drinks!" I chuckled shaking my head.

"Thats what tonight is all about, we dont have to worry about the boys.... tonight we are free to drink and get wasted"

"Not gonna lie, i actually needed this"

"You've had a stressful few days babe, you've handled it like a pro. Im proud of you"

"Thanks" i smiled before throwing back a shot of whisky "wow.... that warms the chest" i coughed a little before laughing.

My cell lit up notifying me of a message from Scott telling me he was here, i told him where to find us and seconds later he was sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wow you look amazing honey!" He looked me up and down.

"Thank you Scott, Mason told me i looked pretty before we left.... i swear my heart melted"

"Awww thats so cute"

"Lucas didn't even notice i was going out" Hannah rolled her eyes before picking up another shot "Mason is such a sweetheart.... so observant to everything around him. My Luke? Im lucky if i can get him to talk to me at all when he's watching TV"

"He gets that from his dad Han, sounds exactly like Mike"

"God i hope not, i dont want him turning out like that asshole".

Scott disappeared to the bar (he was gone for ages) when he reappeared he was carrying a tray full of drinks.... some pretty pink glittery cocktails and more shots.

"Look how pretty these are!" he said loudly looking so happy with his drink choice, Hannah and i burst out laughing at how excited he was over the glittery drinks.

Id lost count of how many drinks we'd had by now, we had taken so many photo's and had even been dancing.... Scott had climbed up onto the table at one point until he nearly fell off.

"What about him? He looks cute.... and he keeps looking over here!" Scott pointed to a man near the bar, Hannah was already chatting to some guy she had taken a liking to.

"I think he's looking at you Scotty" i laughed.

"Who are you looking at?? Are we talking about the same person??"

"The blonde guy...."

"No! Im looking at him! The tall dark and handsome guy smouldering in the corner"

"His beautiful.... and so outta my league!" I laughed before taking a sip of my drink "i need to use the ladies room, i'll be back".

Heading back to our table once id finished in the ladies room i noticed Scott wasn't alone at our table anymore, Mr tall dark and handsome was sat with him along with another guy.

"Scott! You little shit" i muttered under my breath before giving him a false smile.

"Here she is! Gentleman this is my best friend Y/N.

Y/N this is Derek and Peter"

"Hi, its nice to meet you" Mr tall dark and handsome said with the most beautiful smile "i'm Derek"

"Hey, nice to meet you too"

"I invited them to join us for some drinks, more the merrier and all that" Scott looked at me smirking.

'Ruby's' was packed out when we got there just before 11pm, Derek and Peter had decided to join us as well as Hannah's new 'friend' who we found out was called Troy. Derek and Peter had gone to get a round of drinks in while Scott and I found a table. I kept seeing Scott texting someone, he'd been at it all night.

"Okay spill, who have you been texting all night? You gotta a new guy?" I asked loudly over the music wiggling my eyebrows at him before giggling....id had far too much to drink!

"No there's no new guy" he laughed.

"So who is it?"

"Um...."

"Please tell me its not your brother Scott"

"Of course it is..... i'm sorry"

"Checking up on you?"

"Yeah you know what his like, he wanted to come out too but i told him that would be weird. He is going to be picking me up though"

"Scott!" I moaned resting my head on the table and groaning "Im too drunk to deal with your brother"

"He will just be picking me up out front, you dont have to see him" he reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Okay"

"Here we go, we come baring gifts" Peter announced placing a tray on the small table.

"Thank you guys" i smiled at them both "anyone see where Hannah went?"

"I think she left with that guy" Derek said "im sure it was her i saw leaving"

"Why am i not surprised! She always did this to me"

"Did what?"

"Beg me to go out with her for a girls night and then disappear with some random guy. You'd think she'd grow out of that by now" i laughed. Checking my phone i saw a message from her confirming that she had indeed left for the night.

"I think this is my last guys, i'm seeing two of everyone"

"We should do this again sometime, its aways nice to meet new friends" Scott said to Derek and Peter.

"Its been fun" i nodded in agreement.

We all exchanged numbers and then Scott came outside with me to call an Uber. As we walked outside we spotted Chris's car parked across the street.

"He's here already"

"You can go, i'll be okay on my own"

"No way! Im not leaving you alone out here" he said being extra dramatic.

Scott's phone rang and he showed me the screen with Chris's name.

"Hey..... no everything's fine y/n is just getting an Uber. Um.... okay hold on" he looked at me "Chris said he'll take you home"

"An Ubers fine...."

"Come on let us take you. Please? For me?"

"Fine" i threw my hands up sighing "lets go".

I let Scott get in the front with chris while i sat in the back.

"You guys have fun?" He asked as he pulled out on to the road.

"It was sooo good. You missed out" Scott said drunkenly looking at his brother with a grin.

"Well i wasn't invited"

"Oh god...." i muttered to myself rolling my eyes, i was too drunk for this. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.... maybe i could just sleep until we reached my place.

I managed to fall asleep until my cell started ringing. I fumbled around in my clutch for the phone and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello"

"Y/N its Sue" i heard Hannah's mom's voice come through, i instantly opened my eyes on full alert.

"Sue, is everything okay.... is Mace ok?"

"He's actually not feeling well, he's been sick and has a fever. Y/N he's just crying and asking for you"

"Shit, um okay.... christ why did i drink so much"

"Hey whats wrong with Mason?" Chris asked meeting my eyes in the rear view.

"He's been sick and has a fever, he keeps asking for me"

"We can go get him, just tell me where i gotta go".

"Sue we'll be there in 10 minutes" i told her after i gave Chris the address "okay, see you soon" i ended the call and let my head fall back against the headrest "fuck! How the hell am i supposed to look after Mason like this"

"I can help out, i dont mind" Chris spoke up "if you need me to stay and help with Mason....."

"Thats actually not an awful idea.... at least until i've sobered up a bit. God, this is why i dont go out getting wasted!"

"You couldn't have known he'd get sick"

"But i should've been there for him...." i was suddenly feeling guilty for not being there for my baby boy.

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