#the interview is so awkward and at the end you’re like ‘are we done. is this over.’

[hannahssimblr]

“Nobody better be kissing in here,” she announces when we meet her at a cafe a stone's throw from Christchurch Cathedral. She arrives after a haircut, short, cut all the way up to her ears and a hand performatively shielding her gaze. 

We ignore her. “Jen! Your hair!” 

“I hate it,” she announces, “I think I look stupid.”

“No, you don’t,” Michelle insists as she slumps into a seat across from us, “It’s chic.”

“Chic? I don’t think I’m capable of being chic. I feel like I have nothing to hide behind anymore, you know? Now I’m all just face.”

“Well, you have a nice face anyway. Lucky you.”

Jen grunts, “thanks.”

“You know whose hair it’s like?” I say, trying to be helpful, “Emma Watson. You know how she’s done the whole hair-like-a-boy thing ever since she finished up on Harry Potter?”

Michelle frowns at me. 

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” says Jen, “but this haircut does not make me look like Emma Watson.” she grabs the menu from the table and skims it with disinterest, “I don’t want to talk about hair. It will grow out eventually, please, tell me about your NCAD interviews. How did they go?”

Michelle gets right into it, regaling her with the full story from start to finish, how Ida and Paul looked at her when she came into the room, the manner in which they unzipped her portfolio, the questions they asked, the way they made her feel, while I sit humming along sympathetically, hoping that if I stay invested in what Michelle is saying then I won't be asked to describe my experience.

“And you, Jude?” Jen says, “Did you find them to be dickheads too?”

“Uh, yeah totally,” I say, “it was fairly uncomfortable alright.”

She looks at Michelle, “He’s lying.”

“I’m not!”

“You are! I bet it went so incredibly well that you feel awkward about telling us, look!” she stabs a finger in my direction, “his face, he’s an awful liar, see how his eye twitches like that? It’s his tell. I would know.”

“I’m not-” I grab hold of Michelle’s knee and squeeze it, “I’m not lying, it went the same for me as it did for you.”

I glare at Jen. Can’t she see that I’m just doing damage control? The last thing I want to do is upset my girlfriend. As sensitive as she is already, I feel the knowledge of what happened inside that interview room would send her into a spin for the whole day. Jen wrinkles her nose and sticks her pointy little tongue out at me. 

“NCAD isn’t our preference anyway,” I continue insistently, “We’ve done our interviews for Paris, next week is Munich and Berlin, then Amsterdam and London. This is really, like, a last resort, but something will work out for us.”

Jen raises her eyebrows, “Germany? Michelle, you can’t speak German.”

“Yeah but I’d learn.”

“Exactly, and if we end up going to France then I’ll learn French.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of learning on top of what you’re already doing, isn’t it? You sure you’ll be able for all that?”

Michelle clutches hold of my hand, “We’ll make it work no matter what,” she says, and I can't tell if it's a statement, a question, or an order.

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#lucky boy 2010 #college talk weeeee #Jen is so cute with short hair i missed her like this

[plainemmanem]

kurt telling you he's doing "the best friend challenge" on youtube and he wants you to take part in it so you take pity on him bc even though he is BARELY a friend to you, you know he doesn't really have anyone else. but he totally titles it "doing the RELATIONSHIP tag with my GIRLFRIEND (NOT clickbait)"

ENOUGH. yeah you’re so spot on he is pathetic.

you literally met him ONCE through a mutual friend and the entire thing was caught on camera and after that first meeting you said to your friend something like “NEVER. bring that guy around again.” and he somehow finds your number or something and messages you under the guise of “a casual get together between friends😀” and you’re like ok fine if other people are gonna be there it can’t be that bad. and then you show up at his house and it is. empty. like literally just you and him and he’s like “oh yeah, everyone else just hasn’t shown up yet haha” and then he proceeds to set up his camera and his equipment and you’re like “umm??? what the hell is this???” and he’s like “oh don’t worry about it it’s just this little vlog i put together” and then he’s like “you wanna be in it? i’m actually doing like. a challenge of sorts, i was dared by bobby basecamp — he’s this really popular up and coming vlogger — and you like, ask questions to your friend and you see how well you know each other, it’s real casual.” and you’re like “um. ok?” and then he proceeds to cut up all your audio to make it seem like you’re his girlfriend and he titles the video literally something so stupid like “NEW GIRLFRIEND REVEAL!! TELL ALL INTERVIEW!! YOU WONT BELIEVE THE SECRETS SHE TELLS ME (*NOT* CLICKBAIT)” and you have to yell at him to take it down the next day.

#the interview is so awkward and at the end you’re like ‘are we done. is this over.’

[gentlyweeps-world]

The “It Girl”

summary: Being a rookie in the world of Formula One comes with challenges, added on with the fact you’re a girl, American and racing for Red Bull doesn’t help. While you do have your “guard dogs” and “it girl” tendencies, it doesn’t help that you’re also trying to figure out romance.

pairing: 2021 grid x fem! driver, romantic interest tbd

warnings: sexism, alcohol consumption, toxic environments, uncomfortable situations

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Many had said the 2021 grid was the best, the most exciting grid yet. While that was true, it wasn’t fun as a rookie in Red Bull, better yet, a female rookie in Red Bull. But that wasn’t the end of it, an American female rookie racing for Red Bull.

Least to say PR had a field day when they announced you would be replacing Checo after his retirement in 2020.

At only 21 years old you were making history, and you were once again today. Finishing P1 on home soil at the circuit of Americas.

Now here you were, alongside Max Verstappen, your teammate, and Lewis Hamilton, the break in between the two Red Bulls.

“Y/n how do you look so good after a race?”

“Y/n what makeup do you use?”

Only ten minutes ago did the end of race press conference start, and only five minutes did the most sexist and offensive questions start. And only seconds ago is when you were put out of your daze from the most infuriating question you had received.

“Y/n? How do you race while menstruating?”

Suddenly knocked out of your daze, your face contorts into one of shock and annoyance from the question.

“E-excuse me?”, You ask out shocked, not sure if you had heard the question right. I mean after all this was a post race conference, and not one question was about racing.

You glance over to Lewis and Max, who both look equally upset and disgusted.

The interviewer looks at you and smiles while he asks once more, “Can you tell us about how racing while having to deal with menstruation affects race strategy in your car?”

Max and Lewis still have a confused look, while Max looks at the interviewer like he will rip the guy’s head off.

The interviewer smiles and says, “Don’t be offended L/n, but girls and women on their period don’t think as fast or as clearly.” He then pauses for a moment to think about what he’s just said, and he adds, “Of course, it doesn’t matter anyway, women don’t belong in F1.”

You can feel your face contort to bewilderment, taking a moment to realize this interviewer was from DTS. Then you hear Max slap his hand on the table.

“She just got fucking P1 and you expect her to answer these ridiculous questions? Treat her with some respect, she’s done more than you have!”, Max says sternly, his eyes shooting daggers at the interviewer.

The interviewer grows visibly intimidated by Maxs reaction. He swallows twice and his tone visibly changes

“I-I’m sorry, I just had to ask.”

Lewis then speaks up and says to the interviewer, “I want you to listen to what you just said and think about what you just did. Women aren’t allowed to drive just because they are on their period, do you even hear yourself?” Lewis sounds genuinely sad.

Max remains silent, but his eyes are still angry. Instead of adding anything onto the conversation you just sit there, shock still on your face.

You let out an awkward cough, drinking some of you Red Bull, you clear your throat and look up towards the interviewers, annoyance clear in your eyes.

“Could we please move on now? Maybe ask a racing related question”, You say, showing no interest in being there.

For a few seconds, there is complete silence. Then a new interviewer finally manages to speak.

“Of course, a new question. So, Y/n, how do you feel about being the second woman to win a Grand Prix in Formula One?”

A faint smile appears on your face as you hear the question, “About time, a normal question”, You hear Max mumble out, a grin tugs at your lips, thankful Max has your back.

“It feels great, I’m super grateful for my team and engineers”, You say, “But very thankful to win, glad to have proved all of the doubters wrong”

Another reporter then pipes up and asks, “How did you feel about the backlash from a lot of people who didn’t want a woman in F1?”

You take a moment to think on how to respond, taking a moment to consider how much trouble you could get in if you answered honestly, but that was PR jobs right?

“Uh..well I think they’re fucking stupid, and they clearly don’t know who Desiré Wilson is”, You state, a small smirk on your face as you answer, knowing DTS will eat that up.

For a moment everyone is silent, until Lewis breaks out laughing, “I think this would be a great way to end this conference”, He says with a grin, getting up from his seat and moving out of the room. Max soon follows behind, and you’re quick to follow Max, not sure what to do afterwards.

As Max and you make your way back to the garage you hear chants and jeers thrown out, but it wasn’t enough to wipe off the smile on your face.

Finally reaching the Red Bull garage, Max and you get there and are immediately bombarded with cheers, laughter and applause from the Red Bull team.

After a good hour of celebrating with the team, you feel your phone vibrate in your hand, “Who is it?”, Max asks, curious to see who texted you.

Checking the notification it’s from an unknown number, asking if you wanted to go and celebrate with them, you look up at Max with confusion, but his face shows the opposite.

“Didn’t know he would be asking you so soon..”, Max says with a look of shock.

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radio: Hope this was a good one, im quite excited to work on this series!! I’m leaving it up to you guys to pick a love interest in the comments, keep in mind the grid is 2021 not 2023 💙💙 (send in any requests and leave any comments)

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[spidersophie]

COWORKERS IN LOVE

lando norris blurb

lando norris x mclaren racing engineer!reader

writing & social media extras

a/n: english is not my first language, i wrote it in a rush of inspiration, so there might be some mistakes — if so, don’t be scared to correct me in the comments!

update: thanks @ryntro for giving this fic a proper title<3

"well done, lando, what a brilliant weekend for you and mclaren. another podium of the season, and the first ever win in your career. how are you feeling right now?" will buxton asked in his post-race interview, pointing a microphone towards the british driver.

"oh my god, mate, i don’t even know what i should say" lando exclaimed, grinning like a little child that just got a new toy. "i’m quite overwhelmed by the crowd and all the emotions, so i don’t think i’m able to say anything more than i’m so happy to be in this place, and to score my first ever f1 win in silverstone, alongside the people i love and an amazing team."

"sounds like you were really enjoying today’s racing. in the commentator’s booth everyone was pointing out the brilliant communication between you and your racing engineer. was that one of the keys of today’s result?"

"yeah, definitely," lando smiled even wider as will mentioned y/n, "even though she’s new into this role, i can already tell she was born for this. she’s doing such a great job, working with her is a pleasure, i hope for more podiums and wins with her by my side, i love her- i mean i love working with her" lando corrected himself quickly, but not quickly enough for will not to hear his whole rambling and not quietly enough for the camera man not to record his whole speech, including the l bomb.

"shit, i wasn’t suppose to say that, was i?" he asked partially to himself, partially to charlotte who was standing behind him with a panic rising in her eyes. "i guess that’s all for today" he added, feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder, meaning that yes, indeed he should end that interview.

"do you hate me?" that was first question lando asked y/n as he walked into the mclaren’s motorhome. "fuck, i can’t believe i actually said that. you’re definitely mad at me. i won’t be surprised if you quit your job by the next race weekend, cause it’s kinda awkward, considering we’re meant to stay on professional terms."

"lando norris, can you just stopped walking circles around and try to calm down?" y/n grabbed brit’s wrist, forcing him to look at her. "i’m not mad, more like surprised, cause we haven’t really decided what we’re gonna do with everything that’s started happening between us. and you know, i didn’t really expect hearing i love you in the middle of an interview, but i guess i’ll live with that." she lifted lando’s hand and placed a quick kiss to it. "we’ll figure it out, okay?"

"okay," lando stepped towards y/n and placed his hands around her waist, pulling her closer towards his chest,"so that means you’re not going to resign?"

"as long as zak doesn’t mind," y/n said, inhaling the familiar scent of lando’s hoodie. "but no more l-bombs from you in the middle of interviews. let’s give poor charlotte a rest."

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

PR OR MORE • KYLIAN MBAPPE | part two

SUMMARY: you and kylian are in a PR relationship to boost your career, but there was one small problem.. you both hated each other! Or did you....

Part one🔥

WARNING: kinda steamy

PAIRING: kylian mbappe x f reader

WORD COUNT: 800+

AUTHOR NOTE: third part probably won't come next week. I gotta lot to do then but I'll try to write

Masterlist coming soon after more fics released

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Enjoy

After your event with Kylian you were finally able to get a week long break from seeing his face While he went back to playing on the field and training. You were happy you didn’t have to be around him 24/7, but a little bitty part of you missed him. Just a small part.

While you and him were apart you got a couple things done. Did some photo shoots and gave a few interviews. Kylian didn’t cloud your mind which was nice. Soon your week break from each other ended and you had to go back to being around him. Ugh.

Kylian was coming over to discuss Some things with you for your next pr stunt. You cleaned your place and got dressed in a nice skirt and black blouse. Not for him of course.. but for yourself.

After a 30 minute wait of sitting on your couch, there was a knock on your door. You got up ignoring your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

Opening the door you were meet with Kylian on the other side.

“Hi.” You squeaked out. God he looked so fucking amazing right in front of you. He had on a simple pair of jeans, a tee shirt and a hat. It was so casual yet you fucking loved.

“Let’s get this over with. The faster we do, the faster I can get out of your hair. Kylian brushed past you into your house. You shut the door.

When you reached the living room kylian was sitting on your couch, arm propped up on the back of the couch as he looked at you with a smirk.

“what?”

You sat down beside him giving him a confused look. “nothing. Ok, now for our next stunt we have to go out and act like we’re shopping and getting dinner together.” Kylian said as he looked at you.

“ok.. so we’ll do that. I don’t get why you had to come over to tell me that.”

“I came over because our management said we needed to kiss more. It creates buzz and it makes people believe it’s realistic. I wanted to make sure you were ok with that not over text but in person.”

Once again butterflies erupted in your stomach.

You swallowed hard trying to play off the fluttering in your stomach. “well that’s very nice of you.”

You sighed. “im ok with it.” You said softly.

“great!” kylian moved so that his arms were now on his lap and not on the back of the couch. “just one small problem.. you suck at kissing.”

“What?! I do not!”

You looked at kylian dumbfounded. No way did he just say you sucked at kissing.

“you do amour. You’re so awkward.” Kylian pressed his lips together and shook his head. You scuffed.

“I was under pressure. For your information I can fucking kiss kylian.”

“Then show me.”

His comment caught you off guard. “what?”

“Show me and I’ll be the judge Amore.”

You sat frozen. Kylian wanted you to kiss him right now. Your heart in your chest pounded against your rib.

“fine” you forced out softly. Ignoring your pounding chest you inched closer to kylian. His eyes stalked you. It was like he was doing it in a seductive way.

You flickered your gaze from kylian lips and eyes. You never realized how soft his lips and inviting his lips looked. God you wanted to kiss them a million times.. fuck no you don’t .

Before you could chicken out you captured kylian lips with your. The kiss started off slow. Your lips moved with his in a soft slow motion. It almost felt like teasing.

It started to pick up. Kylian hand found your cheek, he pulled you further into his lips. You can tell he didn’t want you to pull away.

His tongue soon slipped into your mouth, colliding with yours. The feeling of his warm tongue against yours made you clench your legs.

Kylian hand was no longer on your face. Somewhere in the middle of your make out session it found the part between your chin and neck.

Despite how much you wanted to keep kissing him you had to pull away for air.

Kylian watched as you caught your breath. A little smirk played on his as he watched.

“So.” You looked at him. “am I a bad kisser?”

Kylian shook his head. “no. I’ve underestimated you.”

“Mhm yeah.” You laughed and stood up. “ok! Time for you to leave. I’m tired and we got a big day tomorrow so get out.”

You pointed to the door. Kylian looked at you with a slight disappointment on his face almost making you regret telling him to leave.

He got up and walked. You followed behind until he was out of the door and standing on your porch.

“so I’ll see you tomorrow around 3:30 right?” he asked you. a simple nodded from you was all kylian needed from you. “Alright then. See you tomorrow amore.”

Kylian walked to his car. You waited until he was in it before you shut the door.

A loud groan fell from your lips before you muttered a bunch of curse words to yourself. You were in too deep and you knew it. You were starting to like kylian and you fucking hated it so much.

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[mmingooo]

5. day off - written ෆ⸒⸒ uniquely smau

uniquely is a new co-ed group under pledis entertainment, nabi will have to go through and explore the idol world while making friends, and possibly even finding love.

mingyu x idol!oc

The day was warm, there weren’t as many people out on the streets as the girls would’ve thought. After weeks of performing, going on variety shows, doing interviews, a day off had finally come and they decided to take advantage of it and have a girl’s day.

They went out for lunch, went on a walk, explored the city on rented bikes (even though they knew it like the back of their hands), went to get coffee and to end their day, they went to a shopping center.

There, they looked at clothes, accessories, shoes, make-up, anything they could think of, and after almost an hour later, Nabi’s feet felt like they were about to fall off, Kkotbi and Binna seemed to still have some energy in them to keep going, so Nabi let them know she would stay in one of the sitting areas and wait for them to be done. The pair agreed and off they went to finish speanding all their money.

Nabi sat down and immediately felt relief wash all over her, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

She felt someone sit next to her, and she opened her eyes slightly to catch a glimpse of them and see if they were her friends, but they were not, it was a man wearing a black cap who was on their phone.

Nabi closed her eyes again, ignoring the man, and felt as if she would fall asleep in any moment.

“Hello?” The man spoke next to her, and she thought she recognized his voice, “Where are you? I got here like 10 minutes ago.”

Nabi looked at him, first, she noticed he was talking in the phone, and then realized she did actually know who he was. Her eyes widened and her breath got caught up on her throat, it was Mingyu!

“Oh, hi!” Mingyu spoke and Nabi turned to look at him. He had a smile on his face, “You’re Nabi right? I’m Mingyu, we met a few times a couple of months ago.”

“Yes! Yeah, that’s me and I-uh, know who you are,” she smiled awkwardly.

Mingyu chuckles, “So what are you doing here?”

“Oh, uhm, I came here with my members, we had a day off.”

“They’re all here?”

“No no, it’s just me, Kkotbi and Binna.”

“Ah, a girl’s day?”

“Yeah,” Nabi nods, meanwhile, her phone had been going off every few seconds, she assumed it was Minsu, who she had left hanging.

“Do you need to get that?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s okay,” Nabi says, “So uhm, are you here with someone?”

He quickly glances down at his phone, “I’m supposed to be, but they’re late.”

“Ah, girlfriend?”

“Uh no, it’s actually one of my members, Seungcheol?”

“Oh yeah yeah, of course, what are you shopping for?”

“We’re just doing some window shopping, we might get something, but it was mostly to just get out of the dorms.”

“Yeah I can understand that,” they smile at each other and before it can get awkward, Mingyu’s name is called from a distance, they both look to the direction of the calling and see Seungcheol trotting to them.

“Sorry, I got stuck at the studio,” Seungcheol apologizes and Mingyu stands up to greet him, Nabi follows suit. “Oh, Nabi, right? It's been a while.”

“Hello,” she bows, “Yeah it has, we’ve had a packed schedule for weeks.”

“Yeah I can imagine, but it’s been fun I hope?”

“Definitely!”

“That’s good!”

“Uhm, well, I better go find my members, we’ve been out all day.”

“Oh yeah, of course,” they say their goodbyes and as Nabi is walking away Seungcheol speaks up. “If you ever need any thing, we’re a call away, we need to support each other!”

“Thank you so much,” she bows again and bumps into something, her face flushes, “Take care!”

Nabi speed walks, turns the corner and enters the nearest bathroom.

ෆ⸒⸒ notes; uni has been killing me 😭 so forgive me if i don’t post often cause i barely have to open this app 😔💔

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[zippiestdraws]

Choking Curiosity Ch 18

Michael Myers x ftm reader

Read on ao3

Laurie picks up on the last ring sounding out of breath.

You frown towards the phone. “You good?”

“Yeah, I just had to run up the stairs to reach the phone.” She breathes out. “So, you want to talk about yesterday?”

It’s less of a question and more of an expectancy with a verbal cringe.

“Mhm” you grimace, remembering. “Was he always like that? Because I can’t imagine you wanted to work with someone so…”

You blank on the descriptor. Perky. Flirtatious. Touchy.

“-Pushy.”

You can hear Laurie’s twitch over the phone “Ugh, He wasn’t like that when we met. He actually sounded smart, like an investigative reporter, ya know?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d send him over if he was creepy.”

“What do you mean?”

“He came over while I was decorating outside a couple days ago and said you sent him, for like, an interview and stuff.” You gently remind her.

“I didn’t do that.” Her tone was grim, but your brain quickly rationalizes it for you.

“Well, it’s not like he couldn’tve just found the house on his own after talking to you, so it’s not that bad.” It wasn’t great either, but it’s easy to accept.

There’s a pause before Laurie responds.

“Hmm, maybe, but I still don’t like how he treats this like a game.”

You open your mouth to reply but she cuts you off in a fury.

“-use you as bait? Is he crazy?-”

“-Yeah, I didn’t like that very much. I mean, how does he expect me to-” you interject but then look around and speak softer like someone might hear. “Get a picture with his mask off?”

“Exactly. The shape wouldn’t take its mask off if it was on fire.” She sounded annoyed and angry, so you’re glad she couldn’t see the reaction on your face.

You draw a blank on what you were going to say next as the weight of her words hit you. The image of Michael’s face under the mask floats into your mind followed by a seeping guilt. The heat of attraction and shame burns across your cheeks as you spit something out to keep the conversation flowing.

“Do you- do you think we could pull it off?”, before you even finish your sentence you’re shaking your head and clarifying yourself with a stutter. “I mean, like physically take it- the mask- off, but I guess it could be the same thing if we could get away with it at all? anyway…”.

“Geez, you need to take a breath. But…I know how you feel. How scary the idea of seeing him again is after what he’s done to you.” Her jesting tone softening with empathy.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” The resoluteness of her statement is jarring, and you agree almost too quickly.

“I know. I mean- I trust you and I could always get a taser, so…” you end with an awkward laugh.

You already know that you aren’t in any danger. Or at least much danger.

Laurie makes a disapproving noise at your confidence but doesn’t say anything further. You suspect that she wants to quip about a taser not working against the shape, but holding back so as not to scare you. Thinking back, if he can stop a bat with his bare hands and survive gunshot wounds, you don’t think a taser would stop him either.

You have to excuse yourself to get ready for work later, but with a promise to get together at some point. Just the two of you, no Jed.

Your hands pull at your hair. It sucks to have to deceive Laurie, but now it feels like betraying Michael. Talk about a rock and a hard place.

He wouldn’t take his mask off if he was on fire. But he took it off for you.

Your shift ends after the library closes, but you put the books you borrowed in your bag to return through the book drop. Michael’s room is a mess and you find the one you gave him underneath the blankets where he sleeps, luckily not too worse for wear.

He isn’t home, so you don’t know how he’d react to you touching his things, but a small fantasy plays in the back of your head as you step out the door to work.

You can’t help it- living together is intimate and every so often your mind will wander to that tight black t-shirt and soft pink lips. And your hands will wander when you hear Michael’s soft groans under the shower spray…

The nippy weather is enough of an excuse to shield your flushed face with your hands by the time you arrive for work.

***

A steady stream of shoppers keeps you and Quentin pinned to the registers while Dwight makes the rounds and maintains stock. By the looks of it, Halloween is still on, considering nearly every customer has snagged one of the bulk candy packs from the sale section.

Out of the corner of your eye you see a child run towards the candy aisle.

“Oh-hey no running!-'' your words don’t land. You, Quentin, and the child’s parent watch as the child runs gracelessly into the M&M's display. The child hits the ground first, followed by the crash of cardboard and chocolate 3 long seconds later. After the kid notices everyone watching, they begin to cry.

Dwight, appearing at the other end of the aisle, simply sighs and heads toward the broom closet.

Finishing the last transaction at your checkout and flipping your light off, you nod to Quentin-the two of you have an almost nonverbal understanding at this point- and start performing first aid on the cardboard M&M man.

Dwight returns with a broom and dustpan and scoops a split bag of loose candy into it, before stacking up the intact ones to pile onto a spare shelf.

As you work, Dwight looks in your direction once before making some conversation.

“Oh, by the way, you left early from the cookout…”, he states rather neutrally.

You sweat, it had just seemed like time enough had passed that it wouldn’t be brought up.

“yeah, sorry about that, I was a little nervous to drive home after it got dark. I got lost a couple times trying to find the place.” you’re glad he isn’t looking you in the eyes. Had he seen?

“No wait, sorry, I mean-”, he apologizes in return, “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, I was going to ask cuz you missed it, David wants to throw a halloween party. Do you want to come?” Dwight stands and wipes his hands on his kakis.

You chuckle in relief, thinking of David, “you didn’t seem like the halloween type, but I’d love to. Where and when?” Laurie’s plan flashes in your mind after you reply, so you quickly tack on that you can’t make it on the 31st.

“I’m not! I had to have David promise not to jump out at me.” he looks exasperated. “Same place, on the 30th. Don’t worry, I have to work until six on Halloween, so I’m not going out either.”

He promises to tell you the time for it when he figures it out himself, and you head back up to the registers.

You stop, confused for a moment, when you see that there isn’t anyone up there. More specifically, Quentin isn’t at the register, but there’s only one person who seems to be waiting.

“Sorry about that, I hope we didn’t keep you wait-”

Brown curls, square glasses, beanie, smug looking face.

“Hmm~ hey (Y/n), fancy meeting you here.” Jed looks at you like you were exactly what he was waiting for.

“Yeah, hi…”, you log into the register to look anywhere but him, “I didn’t know you lived in the area.”

“Oh you know, I just had to pick up some stuff to get ready for the holiday, that’s all.” You look at his items. Bulk assorted candy, duct tape, trash bags, bleach. You swallow thickly.

“Now that I have you, is there any chance you’ve had a change of heart? I know you probably think you’re safe, but you never know what could happen.” He leans on the counter with his forearms and looks up at you with a pout as you finish the transaction. “I’m here to help you, (Y/n), but you act like you have some huge secret you’re keeping.”

You’re thankful that another customer enters your line and you don’t have much room for more than a ‘see you later’.

You finish your shift with a cold anxiety in the pit of your stomach and don’t look at Quentin whenever he returns.

*** Hugging your jacket close and looking behind you often, home doesn’t run up to greet you as fast as it should. Crossing the threshold suddenly drops the exhaustion of the day on your shoulders and you trudge up the stairs, wanting out of your work clothes an hour ago.

It takes a second to register in your brain, the sight of your bedroom door wide open with Michael in the middle of the room. Caught red handed (though, not literally) with his hands in your underwear drawer.

#michael myers #slashers #michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #male reader #trans writers #choking curiosity

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SPEND IT / holiday edition?

A/N: haven’t done one of these pieces in awhile and I should at least do one once a year? Maybe. Idk. My ask box is still on hiatus but I felt inspired to write for this time around—also I’m sick with a sinus infection and needed a break from binge-watching shows lol. Also based on the we’re not really strangers couple or relationship edition questions? + stream coco jones 🫶🏽 + NOW EDITED and I hope you enjoy this!

OJ HAYWOOD

Black Friday’s didn’t include much planning unless you dragged OJ out from the ranch to do so. He was always up at the crack of ass anyways…so you didn’t see what the issue was when it came to being in stores to catch a deal. Nonetheless it still irritated him, that man hated being around people too long and obviously preferred hanging with his horses.

However he’d tolerate it for a hour or two just to be with you.

You’ve been together for three years—long distance but been the best of friends since middle school. A lot had changed since you came back from Alaska, learning about this new found species? that took over Agua Dulce had your mind spinning, especially as a biologist.

You missed out on all of it and couldn’t be there during the lost of Otis Sr. due to the snow storms in Alaska, lack of flights and by the time you got back home…you were there for the aftermath. Which meant getting all the details and wondering if the lab you worked for had any further information. Of course they did. Most importantly, you wanted to be there for OJ but he seemed to brush it off, as if it was just another obstacle on the Haywood ranch.

He knew he could be vulnerable with you but it’s not something he wanted to do. It’s not something OJ simply did. You couldn’t recall a time OJ ever got emotional—even when his mother passed back as a child and to learn that it didn’t change as a adult was interesting.

What did change was the amount of eyes OJ had on him now. It was Emerald’s idea to have the four of you participate in this questionnaire that would be filmed, you know like those ones you see on YouTube? Emerald and Angel would be paired while you and OJ would be together. At first everyone assumed it was some interview to get further information on Jean Jacket but Emerald convinced you all that it wasn’t. It would be like gathering around for another round of “Friendsgiving,” she threw yesterday.

Except you would all get a check at the end of the session.

“As if you need more money,” OJ muttered on the drive to the studio.

Em smacked her lips, “why wouldn’t I? No, why wouldn’t all of us? We have to catch the bag especially with the way inflation is treating us. You’re welcome, negro!” She slapped the back of his headrest while OJ just hummed.

You were only participating because you knew OJ wouldn’t do it otherwise. You even took off work to be here and to be honest, it didn’t hurt to have extra money in your pocket for the upcoming holidays. However you got what OJ was hinting at since those pictures and interviews not long after the Jean jacket incident went viral. And Emerald Haywood was all about the business; if she was eating good, so was the rest of her people, period.

Which brought you to this very moment. You could tell OJ was ready to go home after the first round of questions. He didn’t understand why it had to take over a half hour to get the both of you ready and set up. Plus those bright lights were so hot that OJ had to toss his hat onto the table fifteen minutes into shooting.

It was your turn to start the first question to the second round, “What type of social situations make you feel the most awkward?” You read off the card, watching as OJ lolled his head around to look at you.

His large round eyes gave you a look as he sat up straight in the chair now. He drummed his fingers against the table pretending to think about it, “Situations exactly like this one.”

“You guys walked right into that.” You laughed, glancing at the camera and then a few of the camera crew.

A woman added, “Can you please elaborate?”

OJ sighed pressing his elbows into the table, “I don’t care to be in social situations like that. If you haven’t noticed I’m not a big talker and this is probably the most y’all got me to talk today. I can go a whole day without saying much and be fine with it. Put me in a bar and people start conversations with me there, awkward. I used to go to bars with my late father and he had no issue chatting with anyone there. Me? I’m ready to go after one drink. Send me to the store? I don’t browse, I go there for a reason, get what I need to and I’m going back home. I don’t need all eyes on me given what I’ve just been through and ‘specially right now. It’s uncomfortable and the only reason I didn’t get up after level one and leave is because of my honey that’s sitting right across from me.”

The room went silent as OJ voiced exactly what he was feeling. Those that didn’t know him would feel like this was a outburst but you knew better as his frame visibly relaxed after he said his peace. His eyes went back to yours as you placed the card to the pile and reached out for one of his hands. OJ’s ebony calloused but warm hand gave yours a nice squeeze as you dipped your head at him.

“You okay to continue baby? Or you wanna scram? I’m sure they have enough content from us to edit.” You asked while OJ gave out a brief turn of his lips.

OJ thanked you with his eyes, “Mm. I’ll ask a question to you before we do. Cool with you?”

“Sure.”

He tilted his head with a nod before holding a card up to his eyes to read, not caring what the crew thought at this point, “what would you change about the world?”

Taking a deep inhale, your mind scrambled with multiple options. The mistreatment of the environment would be the most simplest answer.

OJ always loved watching you as your brain tried to process everything you were thinking. It was almost as if he could see the light bulbs in your eyes as they scanned for a answer from your brilliant brain.

A smile erupted on your own lips as you said, “I’d change everything it’s done to you.”

OJ immediately pulled the back of your hand up to his lips. He didn’t need you to further explain like he knew the film crew was expecting, your words attached to the genuine light in your eyes was all he needed to make his heart swell. He’d wouldn’t tell you that but he showed you with a kiss to your skin.

JESSIE “JR” RAYMOND

What started out as a light hearted segment during what this production called, “round one,” quickly shifted as you sat across your boyfriend of a few months.

You didn’t want to hear anyone call you a bad sport (since you weren’t keen on this whole idea in the first place) so you showed up. It also put you at ease because you would be doing these questions with JR which you had no knowledge of thanks to Nate. You assumed it would be you versus which ever friend production pulled out a hat or whatever Nate told them.

It was Friendsgiving after all but you weren’t complaining! You considered JR your friend who you easily fell in love with but always fell back because it wasn’t the right timing. You only just got around to being friends your senior year of high school and you never thought you’d be friends with a whole ass jock. It wasn’t really your scene not after you’ve seen plenty do your friends dirty…yes that means you were bias but JR so happened to be different.

Which meant he had shameless girls falling over and after him. You vowed not to be one of them despite your own mother, aunties, and your own “Christian,” grandmother telling you to get JR on lock as soon as you could. Like? Why couldn’t you just be friends? He had such a good heart, you knew that but it took you going to college together the first two years to want that heart full-time.

JR cleared his throat, his eyes flicking up to meet yours underneath his eyelashes. You knew from the expression on his face that this was serious or it could be him putting on a dramatic effect. However usually a smile broke as he got the question out but that face did not change as he held the card.

“Will I find your ex on your instagram/facebook feed? Why or why not?” JR flicked the card onto the table as you laughed a little.

“What’s funny?”

“I’m only on Instagram and Twitter. I deleted my Facebook after some country ass great-uncles got creepy and their girlfriends got mouthy like we’re not related so…no.” You started while JR carefully took in your words.

You reached out to run a hand up JR’s clothed sleeve as you kept smiling, “y’all got my man stressed over this and for what? I don’t nearly have as many exes as Jessie…”

“Don’t deflect, baby. Stay on track, please.” JR encouraged while you rolled your eyes.

“For Twitter no. I don’t know if they follow me or not and I don’t want to take the time to find out,” you continued, “I know for sure I don’t follow them. I had one or two request on Instagram but i didn’t feel like it was necessary to allow that. Even before JR and I decided to be official. Those relationships didn’t end bad or anything like that but that’s the past and I don’t need to know what’s they’re doing in their daily lives. I wish them well though but I’m focused on my life and what I have going on.”

“Well alright,” JR was all grins then while you shook your head at him in disbelief.

Then the film crew had to stir the pot, “what about you JR? Would they find any of your exes on your feed?”

JR stopped smiling then which made you quirk up a brow before you glanced at your gel-x nails.

“Uh—it’s kinda similar to my baby’s Twitter but with Instagram. My page isn’t on private though and anyone can follow me and I do have more relationships than them. So yeah I have exes from high school that still follow me and I follow them. I haven’t unfollowed them because I’m now in a relationship.” JR was honest with his answer.

You now toyed with JR’s initial necklace that was now on your neck as he said this.

“Does this bother you?” One of the film crew asked.

Lifting your shoulders you replied, “this wasn’t my question for JR but…not really? I’m secure in our relationship, although it’s fresh but we’ve been friends for a couple of years now and I have faith in us. I feel like I know him well enough to not think negatively about what he maybe thinking about his past encounters. That’s a closed chapter. I’m the new one. Therefore, I’m not going to demand what he does on his account. Simple.”

“We solid.” JR confirmed, holding his hand out for dap.

You did your signature handshake, “real bad but we’re not gonna ignore the double standard here. That’s a private conversation for another day.”

JR dipped his head, now looking at you a bit sheepishly, “Agreed.”

Plucking up a card you read off your question to your boyfriend, “What could you have done better in your previous relationship(s)?”

Huffing to yourself you placed it down. You wondered if these questions were instigating anything between your friends too because it definitely seemed like they were trying to start something between you two. However the both of you knew how to handle yourselves quite well.

“Communication,” JR told with furrowed brows as he said this, “most definitely. I had that issue all throughout high school when it came to disagreements and was ready to call it quits with a swiftness. The childishness was so bad at fourteen.” He laughed to himself before saying, “I even struggled with that in my last relationship freshman year in college.”

You knew of this situation and empathized with it. It was not your relationship to pass judgment on but you were there when JR broke it off and seen how hurt he had been. It pained him even further when he learned the truth and how he felt like he wasn’t a good enough boyfriend. Ultimately to know what his ex had truly been through and how she would live with that for the rest of her life, bothered him.

He shut her out because of his assumption and lack of communication.

“How’s the communication going between you two?”

JR lifted his brows, searching your eyes for this answer. He didn’t want to say something when you may not feel the same.

Keeping your eyes on JR’s you spoke, “we take the time to. I actually think Jessie’s great at it, he really listens to understand and not listen to speak since you know how there’s people like that? Not my man.” You winked making JR slowly beam at you, “He also knows how to ask open ended questions when we really need to discuss something.”

“Yes, I learned a little something something in my behavioral course.” JR smiled, “they’re a different communicator though. It’s lots of non-verbal cues I have to pick up on to get a sense if talking is what is needed at the time. We kinda just know what works after being around each other for a bit.”

You mirror his smile.

“So it’s all peaches and cream?”

JR glanced at the crew, sensing what you were feeling as the conversation shifted this round. He wasn’t sure if it was to get content or was the purpose truly trying to get the both of you to get closer. To connect. However that phrase felt…shady as you would say. Y’all were being open with complete strangers so why was it feeling like no one in the room was rooting for you when they didn’t know you?

“Yeah,” JR refrained from turning his eyes into slits at the main person that was prying, “and if it isn’t? We’ll do our damn best to figure it out because that’s what a team does.”

He turned back to you, watching as you got up to sit down in his lap, arms slipping around his neck. You two shared a slow peck solidifying that as his hands rested on your waist.

“Team work makes the dream work.” You stated staring into his eyes briefly, before looking back at the crew as JR placed a kiss along your jaw.

“Yes ma’am, you’re my dream.”

You face JR again, knowing he meant that as you caressed his brows; staring down at his lips knowing he was awaiting another kiss.

“We’re being corny.” You mumbled, knowing you were still attached to a mic but it didn’t matter.

JR lightly gripped your jaw as he shrugged, “I know but we still cute though.”

Which earned him a laugh and another kiss.

LANDO JOHNSON

“What did the people who raised you teach you about love?”

Lando let out a low whistle as you read the question. You chuckled to yourself reaching for the glass of water to cater to your growing sore throat. Just imagine being sick around turkey day? What the hell were you supposed to enjoy without your throat hurting? Cranberry sauce?

“Oh, we getting deep huh sweetheart.” Lando rubbed his hands together, before glancing upwards at the lights in thought.

“Times two.” You held up a peace sign, making Lando laugh as he watched you.

Lando fell silent, pressing his elbows into his upper thighs as he thought about his parents marriage. “I’m a military brat, my father is a marine and plans on retiring as soon as I graduate and go pro. So we’re all supposed to accept change but my mother? She wasn’t like that. She hated change and was your typical Georgia peach. Georgia is all she’s ever known so when she met my dad she wasn’t willing to go over all the place, she liked traveling but not if that meant she had to spend it alone. Once she got pregnant with me that stopped, she had seen enough and my mom was always set in her ways.”

Placing your hand on top of Lando’s for comfort you listened to what you already knew.

“My parents are complete opposites. My dad can be tough, disciplined, active, and prideful. My mother was a artist, one of her paintings is actually in the library at our university. She was quiet but stubborn, kind-hearted, and goofy at times…” Lando described the two that raised him, “They taught me that love is patient and love is not a need or a want.”

You felt like Willow at the red table talk as you listened to your boyfriend tell you this. Whenever you had conversations like these, lando can have you thinking about a lot and you admired that. He had a way with words and knew how to challenge you by looking at things from all perspectives.

In the end, not all things are one sided.

“How so?” You commented as his eyes found yours.

Lando used his free hand to caress his chin as he explained, “my dad would be off on duty in other countries while we stayed here in Georgia. To anyone on the outside it appeared as if that was what worked for them but I knew there were times that they both grew tired of this. Yet they were patient with each other, learned that together. However they taught me the difference between need and want. Need can be based around fear, and a lot of people feel like they can’t live without someone so they need them. Fear is the opposite of love, you shouldn’t be fearful in a relationship. Wanting gives them the freedom to leave but you still love them. When my mother got diagnosed…my dad and I both learned more about the need and want aspect.”

“Wow,” you breathed feeling like the two of you were the only ones in the room—which was often.

“My parents could live without each other and love with distance. I think that was the universe preparing them for my mother’s future departure. It all makes sense to me. To some it won’t but I know love can take work and isn’t always what you expect.” Lando finalized.

“Shout-out to Mr. And Mrs. Johnson.” You clapped it up for the pair while Lando just shrugged his shoulders with a grin.

Lando reached for his own card to read to you, “they’re pretty cool but I’m cooler right sweetheart?” He winked before he awaited your answer.

“You aight.” You teased while Lando shook his head and looked directly into the camera.

“We don’t rock with liars.”

“Oh, shut up.” You lightly kicked his foot underneath the table.

Lando inhaled trying to get comfortable in this ugly bamboo chair, “okay, croaky. I mean love—this is your question.”

Balling up your fist at the man you laughed, almost going into a coughing fit before he slid your water closer to you. Raising the glass you mouthed at the camera, ‘it’s not COVID.’

“So…how’s your heart today? Really?”

It was almost as if Lando had this question memorized with the way it said it with such ease. He didn’t even have to break eye-contact to ask this and seemed pretty intuitive to your response. Lando didn’t mind having chats like this and thrived on discussions, if he had something to say you were gonna hear it no matter what tone.

From the moment he started going to therapy after enduring panic attacks, he was pretty open about talking things out. He had his mother to thank for that, she didn’t allow him to bottle things up whereas his father preferred to get his frustrations out at the gun range instead. Which Lando knew wasn’t the healthiest since the military had this agenda that you had to be this stone cold person…he just accepted that was something his father wouldn’t change.

Don’t get the man wrong, his father knew when it was time to ask for help; once Lando started having panic attacks but that didn’t mean he didn’t let his pride lead the way in the beginning. And the man tried as Lando got older because Mr. Johnson also found that he needed someone to talk to too and what better person to do that than with their own son?

So yes Orlando Johnson did not mind having these conversations with someone he was spending time with.

He watched you intently, like he always did when you spoke. Just as much as your eyes shined watching him talk, his own heart felt fluttery? Whenever he looked at you.

“…somedays it’s like woooo I’m at the top of the world or a rollercoaster and then sometimes its like the drop from a rollercoaster then I’m feeling like a ogre crawling out some quicksand you know?” Your eyes were wide as you rambled, which made Lando chuckle as he zoned back in on your reply, “that’s that seasonal depression hitting but as for today? I’m a nice…I don’t know 6.5/10.”

“I receive that,” Landon said, “what can I do if anything to help make it better?”

“You’re already doing it, handsome.” You held out your glass to clink against Lando’s.

DAMON SIMS

There you two were sitting across from each other in the room with bright lights and cold air.

Damon was leaning towards you, elbows pressed into the table, while you leaned into your fist as if you were in some deep studying session and Damon was on the field ready for whatever.

“Damon, What question are you trying to answer in your life right now?”

Damon lifted his hands as he chewed on the back of his lip and then said, “how to continue moving forward in a lot of my relationships right now and what the rest of the year is gonna look like?”

You nodded your head, not shocked about this answer but felt a little worried. Did those relationships also include you? You knew most of that answer was based on Damon’s relationship with his father, although you knew he was ready to move on with his biological mom and proceeded to give the same treatment he felt his biological dad gave him when he gave him up, you knew damon still wanted answers.

“I got a lot going on although the gorgeous smile may have a lot of y’all fooled,” Damon peeked at the camera flashing a grin that you lightly shook your head at, the man couldn’t help but to let that ego out every now and then, “but I’m still human. I got shit to figure out and I know I don’t have to have it all planned but I need further direction by the end of this year. I already got my New Year’s resolution planned.”

“Will we be experiencing a New Year’s Eve kiss in the city?” You quizzed.

Damon scratched at his nose, “in cold ass New York? I might see something like a rat on skates when we’re in the moment so I dunno about all that doll.”

“See how I’m disrespected?” You tossed the card at Damon who laughed, “like I don’t cater to my man. Like I don’t have many ways to keep him warm. Damon thinks I’m gonna pull a shitty move like rose did Leo DiCaprio when I told him I’m not her.”

Damon pushed out his lips but didn’t miss a heartbeat, “let me tell y’all what she did. She made dinner for us the other night and while we were eating, her mom calls her on FaceTime right? She tells her mom that she made us Mac and cheese, asked me how I liked it and I said it was cool. Before I could even say anything further she tells her mom there’s cream cheese and onions in it. Her mom has her own successful catering business. Her mom starts to go off on her but she proceeds to tell momma that I made it and it wasn’t her! Guess who got cussed out that night? Now y’all tell me if you think she wouldn’t do me like rose?”

“Is this true?” The camera crew asked you.

Looking away over your shoulder, you curled a strand of hair behind your ear mumbling, “I’m sorry mom.”

“I need a apology too. I got the brunt of it.” Damon tried to catch your eye but you just fanned him off, “we not about to make it to New York with this stank-ness.”

“Whatever, you love me.”

“Sometimes, bro.”

You battled your eyelashes while Damon just let out a low sigh.

“When was the last time someone made you feel special on your birthday?”

“Birthdays that I remember?” You questioned.

“…we not twenty-one yet.” Damon whispered, while you mockingly covered your mouth.

“They don’t know if I got what Harriet Tubman had.”

“What?” Damon laughed, “I can’t deal with you.”

“Alright, alright,” you sighed, “I’m a winter baby but i love the summer and celebrate half birthdays yet I can’t remember nobody’s else’s—don’t quote me on that. I’d have to say I felt the most special when I celebrated my last birthday with my friends back home since we only had months left together. They wrote me letters and it all played out as a monologue at the movie theater. I thought we were going to see the new scream but nope, it was our lives played out on the big screen.”

“Dope ass friends.” Damon commented, “can’t wait to hang with them in New York in January.”

Smiling you gripped Damon’s arm to snatch the card out of his hand up to your lips while leaning on the table. “IN NEW YOOoOoOORK!”

“Here she go,” Damon pinched his brows laughing as he turned to the camera cutting his fingers against his neck, “y’all might want to stop filming, this’ll take about ten minutes since she’ll try to transition to any other song that says New York or is by a New York artist.”

Keeping the card to your mouth you gripped the sleeve of Damon’s cardigan, “these lights will expire you—

“Inspire.” He attempted to correct you.

“In New yooooooork. New York. New yooooork!” You ignored him before tapping him, “it’s your turn to rap Jay’s part.”

“No.”

“Forget you then,” you sucked your teeth before licking your lips and attempting to pull some fuckboy light skin cringe mess, “Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais.” You started to rap what you remembered until Damon got up from his chair.

You tried your hardest to work your camera time, although you were sure this wouldn’t make the cut as Damon gripped onto your cheeks to get your attention.

And he did when he pressed his lips to yours.

“New years came early.” You breathed, smiling up at Damon who pulled you to your feet.

He tossed an arm across your shoulders before clearing his throat and began rocking you from side to side beginning to sing off-key himself, “One hand in the air for the big city…”

You wrapped both arms around Damon’s frame; grinning at both of your foolishness.

EMMETT CULLEN

“If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?” Emmett read the question off to you with a sigh.

He found this whole ordeal kinda lame until he persuaded the camera crew to provide shots, which wasn’t originally part of the plan. At this point in the game, he was taking shots after asking you questions just because. It wasn’t even a truth or drink segment but Emmett was charming and knew how to get his way.

“Ha!” Emmett laughed, golden eyes scanning over the card once more after downing his shot, “We don’t need to guess. I’ve got a sister who—

Slamming your hand on the table, you widened your eyes at your husband who sent you a dimpled grin. He held his hand out to calm you as he carried on.

“My sister Alice, what’s up if you’re watching! She’s a legit psychic and could tell us anything we need to know regarding my babe’s future.” Emmett admitted but knew the people were reluctant to believe that.

Especially since the room went quiet.

“Aw, don’t tell me you don’t believe me! I can call her up right now!”

“Emmett—

“It’s not that we don’t believe you. We get all sorts of people on this show for different things so maybe you can give us her contact info after?”

“Oh yeah,” Emmett smirked, “did you have vampires and witches too?”

“No we haven’t had any of those that I can recall.”

Emmett whipped his head around to yours, wiggling his brows while you scoffed at him. Of course he wouldn’t be on his best behavior, he wouldn’t be himself if he was.

“Put your library on shuffle. Explain the first song that comes up and why it best represents your relationship or in our case, marriage?” You moved on as Emmett couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.

He lifted his body with ease, yanking his phone out to open Apple Music. He was the Apple Music guy and you were a Spotify girl, it was a whole debate that you didn’t want to get into right now.

“Alright, here it is. Starting the countdown! In three…two…one…!” And he pressed play followed by the music.

Emmett tossed the phone on the table after turning up the volume that would most likely blow out his speakers. He then began mimicking the guitar and drums as the band began to sing.

I never believed in things that I couldn't see

I said if I can't feel it then how can it be

No, no magic could happen to me

And then I saw you

I couldn't believe it, you took my heart

I couldn't retrieve it, said to myself

What's it all about

Now I know there can be no doubt

You can do magic

You can have anything that you desire

Magic, and you know

You're the one who can put out the fire

You know darn well

When you cast your spell you will get your way

When you hypnotize with your eyes

A heart of stone can turn to clay

He paused it, “well, well, how ironic for this song to best describe our marriage, huh babe? For the too young out there or uncultured, this was released in 1982 by a band called America. It’s a feel good song and when I’m with my babe, my wife, that’s what it feels like all of the time. Good vibes. Some might even say magical.” He snorted to himself, tipping a imaginary (most likely witch) hat.

The insiders he was throwing right underneath these people’s noses was actually a little funny, stupid but funny regardless.

“She’s from a wicked place herself, Louisiana and this was actually the first song I remembered hearing when I met her at this restaurant you have to take a boat through murky water to get to. That was a sign we should be together from the music itself.” Emmett told, keeping his eyes on you before he grabbed another shot, “and I’m a big believer in the signs.”

“Not the love spells?”

“So you admit you did a love spell on me?” Emmett dipped his head as he stared over at you, a sly grin threatening to appear.

“Please, I don’t need to do much to get you falling at my feet.”

Emmett’s booming laughter was heard, “she’s not wrong,” he tilted his head then took the shot, “and I love putting in the work if that means I get to have you.” He winked.

LEAH CLEARWATER

“How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” You blew out a breath as you could feel the heat radiating beneath your girlfriend’s dark brown eyes.

Leah chewed down on her bottom lip and you weren’t expecting her to answer this. However she wanted to be transparent and honest with you mainly, fuck the cameras.

“I love my mother,” Leah started, “she’s always been a good mother. I just always felt like there was a disconnect somewhere. I was always closer to my late father and Seth is closer to mom. It’s the usual weird dynamic, the son gravitates to the mother and the daughter with their father. We were no different.”

This you knew. It wasn’t something intentional but that was just the way it was and that did not necessarily mean that one parent loved the child any less or vice versa. You’ve seen Sue Clearwater plenty of times out of the five years you’ve been dating her daughter and she had the whole maternal vibe. She was sweet, constantly trying to get you to eat, nurturing, courageous and not to mention beautiful.

Leah sniffed, “like I said there’s this disconnect there long before my dad died but it seemed to increase afterwards? She’s currently in a relationship with this woman’s—that I don’t particularly care for father. He’s fine or whatever but it makes me feel gross that he literally helped produce someone who has caused one of my friends pain. He’s a reminder of that along with trying to take my dad’s place as if he wasn’t friends with him. It’s almost like he spit in my face being with my mom, that colonizer.”

Charlie Swan and Sue Clearwater had been in a relationship for over eleven years now. It still bothered your girlfriend to this day simply because she did not want to sit down and have a conversation about it. Leah did not want to waste her breath but it was evident that Charlie wasn’t going anywhere. Especially since him and Sue moved out to Oklahoma years ago to start a new chapter in lives together.

“So I say we’re content. There’s just things we don’t want to see eye to eye on. I have no problem voicing my opinions to my mom, that’s my mom. And she understands how I feel and that it’s not going to change. We love from a distance but if I need her she’ll be here in a heartbeat and if she needs me, I’ll be around.” Leah informed with her signature lisp and a sting in her eyes.

You knew Leah didn’t want you comfort her. She didn’t like to be seen as weak and you told her showing emotion never meant that you were weak. Leah’s been through a lot of hurt, was bitter towards certain people with every reason but was still healing after all these years.

There was no timeline for that.

“Let’s change the subject already!” Leah rubbed at one of her eyes as she continued sitting slouched, “What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“It plays a prominent role in my life. Family is very important to me, we’re all very close. Very affectionate. I lost both of my parents at eighteen and was thankful enough to have godparents that were willing to look after me. My parents were very loving and my godparents are the same. I carry that with everyone around me, including Leah. I love giving love as much as receiving it.” You answered making Leah scowl, who bit down on her nail as she shook her head at you.

“She’s the grumpy girlfriend but a big softie at heart that just simply wants to be loved.”

“Oh god,” Leah wanted to sink into the floor, “don’t talk about me like I’m not even here.”

“Okay, Leah. Do you feel loved by me?”

“Yeah of course I do. What kinda question is that?” Leah frowned.

“Good and I’m going to keep loving you in public and behind closed doors. We’ve been together five years, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that.”

You exhaled, “We’re not focusing on the what if’s, we live in the now remember? So shut up and let’s make out.”

“Ew, not in front of these strangers.”

“Aw come on, live a little. You know you can’t resist all this.” You ran a hand down your body making Leah snort and look away in horror.

“…Later.” She whispered, peeking back at you, although the mic was still on.

You kissed your lips at Leah who flicked the card at you, knowing you wouldn’t be stopping the love any time soon and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[tomorrowxtogether]

BEOMGYU: “I don’t want to lose to myself”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION comeback interview

2023.02.10

The object of BEOMGYU’s affection, and that which he wrestles most passionately with, is himself.

You said you retested your MBTI a few months ago and this time you got I[ntroverted].

BEOMGYU: I’m still mostly like I was whenever I’m around the other members, but my personality has changed a lot since debuting. It used to be that, if I had time off, I would go out no matter what, whether to see friends or go shopping by myself, but ever since I debuted I can count on one hand how many times I’ve gone out to see friends. I used to really look forward to meeting new people; now I feel a little awkward in those situations. I have a perpetually public-facing job so now I like spending my personal time quietly on my own. I think I like that sense of absence. (laughs)

I feel like you have the opposite energy, too. You create a fun atmosphere when the situation calls for it, like when shooting variety shows.

BEOMGYU: If I’m set to film a variety show for three hours, for example, I privately make up my mind to act crazy during that time and absolutely nail it. I can feel that I’m losing my energy while filming lately. But still, I’ve enjoyed variety shows ever since I was little, and I want to be entertaining, so I try not to hold back. I really like watching 2 Days & 1 Night and if you watch the people on it, they really go all out. They make their own stuff throughout, inventing their own rules, like, “Whoever loses should jump into freezing water.” I think that’s when I understood that, when it comes to variety shows, the more all-out you go, the more fun it is.

Since you’re so notable for your energy on your own variety shows, do you feel a sense of responsibility when you do other shows?

BEOMGYU: A little bit, maybe. The other members are pretty shy and feel some amount of pressure when it comes to variety shows. TAEHYUN used to always say, “I’m really grateful you’re there to carry us on variety shows. I’ll go along with what you’re doing. I trust you.” That eventually made me feel responsible, which made me feel like I had to be the one to carry the show no matter what. (laughs) Now I think about how I need to keep the other members’ energy up while having fun myself, too. I’m always looking at the plan whenever doing a show and thinking, Hmm, so that’s the vibe they’re going for; I should do this or that—because I know you have to put in an effort for every part.

What was it like getting ready for the year-end performances? In the behind-the-scenes footage for 2022 MMA you were so passionate that you personally asked for a reshoot of the prerecorded parts.

BEOMGYU: We really put every last ounce of ourselves for every awards ceremony. We absolutely had to put on a good show this time because we were working on it even when we were in the middle of touring. It was like a war zone. But there’s so many different variables at awards ceremonies that you never know how it’s going to turn out, even if you prepare 200%. So, I think we have to try again if we have a chance whenever we look different performing than we have in mind or there’s a part we mess up. All of us are really ambitious about our performances, so even if I feel satisfied with where we’re at, if someone else isn’t quite satisfied, I don’t make a stink. We just say, Sure, let’s do that again, and follow along. Because we know we all have to find no problems with the performance for it to be perfect.

I bet you really wish you could’ve done the part where you use a lighter to set a rose on fire and throw it back.

BEOMGYU: I thought that was the best part, actually. I was supposed to take the rose and the lighter out all in under five seconds, but the rose got all crushed in my clothes so it wouldn’t come out. I had to improvise to save the moment, so I just stared at the lighter and pretended to throw it away. I was half losing my mind (laughs) but I just thought, If you don’t have teeth, use your gums, and did that. It was too bad, but more people than usual told me it was a good performance. It made me feel better to think the performance was decent after all the passion we put into practicing for it.

People said that they can tell how carefully you study when they saw your cover of V’s performance for “DNA” by BTS at 2022 SBS Gayo Daejeon. It was also well-received for how incredibly well you adapted it to suit you specifically.

BEOMGYU: Heheh. (laughs) I’m always really determined to do a good job when I cover their songs. I really wanted it to be good this time, too, so I watched videos of their performance so, so many times when I was practicing. I can’t do it like they can, but I still wanted to do it as closely as possible, so I kept thinking about his attitude, starting with emulating his facial expressions, and what they wanted to express through the song. I was inwardly proud because the response after was really good.

You tend to put a particular amount of effort into the way you express yourself on stage. Did the way you study come about as a result of all your experience?

BEOMGYU: I try not to forget how I first felt when I heard a song. I base my studying on the things that come to mind when I first heard a song or saw the rough choreography—things like how certain parts should be expressed or the parts I really want to bring to life. And I usually get better at things while shooting music videos. When it’s captured on camera, I check how it looks and think, Oh, maybe it would look better if I did it like this? And make lots of adjustments myself.

Can you use “Sugar Rush Ride,” the lead single off your new album, as an example?

BEOMGYU: For this song, it’s really all about attitude. I felt like I had to be sort of a sexy, crazy guy. (laughs) For example, for the part that goes, “Come here more, let’s play more,” I had a really serious vibe at first. But, I mean, when we shot it, I tried acting more like a crazy guy. (laughs) I added a sweet-and-salty feel by laughing my head off then pulling a straight face right at the end while I make a beckoning motion with my hand, and people really seemed to like that a lot better, so I made some adjustments. I’m trying different things like that to come up with a decent final version. And the vocals were harder than I imagined. The part that goes “saenggak-eun” in the intro aren’t low enough to sing easily and aren’t high enough to use my chest, so it’s a really ambiguous pitch for me. The pronunciation of “saeng” and “gak” is vague, so when you sing them together, it feels like they get caught in your throat. That was a bit challenging, and “gimme gimme more” is just three words long but I had to make my voice lower and rougher than I expected so I could sound sexy, and I had to make the ending sound like it’s spreading out. I had to think carefully about how to bring out the emotions in detail.

What were you trying to express through the lyrics you wrote for “Happy Fools” (feat. Coi Leray)?

BEOMGYU: I wrote the part in the first and second pre-chorus that goes, “I’m like a butterfly / A honeybee who’s always working.” I’ve been that kind of butterfly before, too. (laughs) There was a difficult period after I debuted where every day felt the same—like running on a hamster wheel. That’s the feeling I was writing about—the feeling of going to work every day and the Sun already being down whenever I got off and the feeling of wanting to see the sunset. Ants and bees work nonstop, so I thought about how many things they might be missing in life, not knowing how beautiful the sunset is or how nice and cool the breeze was.

Your idea of happiness changes every year. What does happiness mean to you at the moment?

BEOMGYU: That’s hard for me again lately, actually. I used to try and look for happiness around me in easy ways, but lately, rather than chasing some vague idea of happiness, I’ve felt it’s important to deal with the situations immediately facing me and do so wisely. It’s possible for negative emotions to creep in when you’re busy like this and there’s less time to sleep and there’s limits on how you can deal with the stress. I always end up regretting it later on if I let those emotions take over me. But if you get a grip on those passing emotions and overcome them, time keeps passing anyway, and you don’t have to pay any mind to unnecessary things as a result. I feel more relaxed lately after practicing that.

It sounds like you’re learning to control yourself rather than being pushed and pulled by what’s around you.

BEOMGYU: Exactly. Haha. (laughs) So these days it feels like I’m spiritually enlightened. (laughs) I managed to let go of a lot of emotions, and rather than holding onto my immediate thoughts or concerns I’m living for one thing: wanting to do a good job on promoting this album with the other members—just being healthy and having a good time while doing what we want, without worrying about what other people think. That’s how I want to do things.

SOOBIN said recently that it must be fun to live the way you do.

BEOMGYU: I think I live a fun life thanks to the other members, though. I’m always having fun and feeling strong, even when I’m mentally and physically tired, thanks to them. I can rely on them so much that it makes me think I would’ve had a really hard time if I had been a solo artist rather than in a group. I feel like we’re really family now.

Given how often you share specific details of your life with your family when you were a kid in Daegu, it seems like your past memories play a big part in how you maintain your current level of happiness.

BEOMGYU: Music might be the only way to revive memories of the past, don’t you think? I can listen to some music that’s tied to a memory and, no matter how bad I’m feeling, that memory comes back to me and I feel happier for a bit. It’s weird, but when I listen to my cover of “Wonder” now, all my thoughts, worries and feelings from that time come back to me and it actually brings me comfort. It’s calm and sad songs rather than upbeat ones that make me feel like I’m being empathized with so I can slowly break out of feeling like I need to be comforted.

I guess your dad knew that and that’s why he made you a playlist called WHEN COOKEY SLEEP.

BEOMGYU: I share a streaming account with my dad and he makes playlists for me now and then. He continuously adds music to playlists that he’s categorized, like songs that are good for sleeping or that I have liked ever since I was little. He never said it directly, but it made me feel he’s always watching over me without having to say a word and he’s always been there for me.

Why do you so carefully choose to cover songs like “Wonder” and “you!” that reflect your tastes and sentiments?

BEOMGYU: The only thing that lets me fill up a whole song with my voice and express myself completely in video is a cover song, and that’s why I wanted to express myself in that way. I wanted to show people what kind of voice I have and I felt that genre would showcase my voice best. We make the songs on our albums as a group, so we have to sing in a way that harmonizes with the idea behind each song and with all the other members. My cover songs are a slight rebellion against that limitation. (laughs) With “Wonder” I wanted to show a side of me that was different from the bright me everyone knows, while “you!” was about expressing how thankful I am for certain people. I thought MOA would really like it if I could shoot “you!” in Japan, and I was lucky enough to be able to film it in Tokyo.

I feel like you’re someone who knows what he wants, what’s happening around him and understands himself really well.

BEOMGYU: I reflect a lot on myself—how I feel at a given moment, and even what I can do if I feel personally underwhelmed about something regarding an album we made. I think that’s possible because I continuously look back on those seemingly insignificant thoughts and feelings instead of overlooking them.

What made you think during the world tour that you’re “nothing without MOA”?

BEOMGYU: I couldn’t be a part of all the performances during the tour because I wasn’t feeling well. I really revealed my vulnerable side to MOA. But they cheered for me all the same when I got back on stage, they smiled with us when we sang happy songs, cried with us when we sang sad songs, and seeing that filled me with so much strength. I could feel that they were understanding of me no matter what was happening with me and that they love me. So partway through when I had to leave the stage I thought about how the people there had been waiting just for that day, and I decided I had to at least try to make it to the end of the performance even if I felt like I reached my limit and had to get off again, and went back on stage. Most importantly, I didn’t want to give up on myself and admit defeat.

You also said that only made you more certain why you do the work you do and made you love it that much more.

BEOMGYU: I was actually a little more accustomed to MOA not being there because of the pandemic stretching on and on so long. Spending that time together laughing and crying made me think I shouldn’t assign any particular meaning to the past three years when we couldn’t see MOA. I picked up a paper airplane at the last concert that said, “I was having a hard time and feeling sick but I’m better now thanks to you guys.” It was really, really comforting to me because it was the exact same thing I felt. That I’m no different from anybody else and can still be such a big source of strength to someone, and that I can get strength from this many people—I felt that’s the sense of meaning that exists between singers and fans. That’s when that idea really solidified for me: I have to put even more effort into my singing and dancing for these people.

#txt #tomorrow x together #230210 #weverse magazine #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #The Name Chapter: TEMPTATION #The Name Chapter

[i-didnt-do-1t]

(Part 2) of ‘Walk you Home’

Morris kicked the dirt and then gestured forward, his shirt was rolled up to his elbows and it was hard not to notice the bruise that coloured the length of the inside of his arm.

Usually she would ask. She should ask. But she’d learnt recently that sometimes asking made people uncomfortable, drew attention to something they would rather forget. She hated the way a question about the bruise that had appeared on Romeo’s cheek had made him avoid her for the rest of the day, or the way her concern at the deep looking cut on Finch’s arm had his gaze darken and a somewhat snapped ‘not really any of your business’ thrown at her. And Morris, the Delancey’s in general, were hardly known for their pacifism. If Morris Delancey wanted to get bruises by fighting dirty with newsboys in the street then it wasn’t her place to comment on it.

“Ladies first.” He said, an edge to his voice, and it was only when she was knocked out of her reverie that she realised she’d been staring.

“Right.” She muttered and started walking in the direction of home, morris trailing along beside her, maybe one or two steps behind which would’ve been uncomfortable if he wasn’t whistling one of Medda’s tunes to himself.

She had told herself she was going to walk in silence, that any conversation would be awkward but Katherine had always been impulsive and had a harder time keeping her mouth shut. It was five minutes later that the question had been asked before she was even finished thinking it.

“You go to Medda’s shows?”

His whistling stopped, but he was still following her, the question hadn’t scared him off based of the sound of footsteps on gravel.

“Course we do.”

“She’s fantastic.”

“Yeah, she is.”

They fell into silence again, except this time he was walking next to her, hands shoved deep in his pockets hat tipped slightly to the side and she found herself staring again.

This was confusing. And weird.

She didn’t like the silence.

“Where’s your brother tonight?” She paused, “Oscar?”

Morris shot her a look. “You think I keep track of him?”

“No. I’ve just never seen you without him before, you’re practically joined at the hip.”

His jaw tensed. “He’s out somewhere. What’s it to you?”

She frowned. “Nothing, I’m just making conversation. Why did you stay home?”

“Jesus what is this? a damn interview?” His tone was harsh and she could see his hands squeezed into fists in his pockets.

Maybe she had too much pride for her own good.

“I was just curious.” He scoffed, she felt her frown deepen. “You’re the one who offered to walk me home.”

“God a guy wants to do something proper for once and this is what he gets.”

“Don’t fool yourself you’ve never done anything nice without strings attached.”

“And so what huh?” He looked at her again. “Miss Pulitzer who lives of daddies money judging the rest of us like she’s some saint.” His voice was bitter, the words spits of acid.

“I’m not some saint but I’ve never beat up on some defenceless kids, and I’ve never hurt a boy on crutches.”

“Yeah, you ain’t getting paid to.” His mouth twisted up into something like a smile but there was no humour behind it. “And Kelly’s crip is fine ain’t he? Got the refuge shut up n everything.”

“Crutchie is his own person.”

He laughed, something quick and harsh and mean. “Sure, n’ so are you.”

She could practically physically feel the way he was worming under her skin with every apathetic, sarcastic jab. She knew he was trying to rile her up, it was obvious. But it was also working.

It was a small mercy that the last turn they took brought them to the end of her street. She’s be safe from here to the front door and she turned and told Morris as much.

He shrugged. “If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

She turned to leave, shoulders back, head tilted up and a glare in her eyes but she stopped before she got further than a step, and spoke without turning around. Preceded by a deep sigh.

“Thank you. For walking me back.”

She glanced over her shoulder, he tipped his hat and then was gone. Back around the corner, back into the dark.

And when Katherine arrived at her front door she was glad it was to her doorman, who had been watching from down the street and could confirm to her dad that she had an escort home, and avoid the reprimand she would’ve received otherwise.

#newsies #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #morris delancey #newsies fanfiction #the delancey brothers

[lucy90712]

Hi!!

I love your imagines. You’re very talented 🤍🤍

If you can, I would love to read a imagine with fq where he and his girlfriend ended up, but they kept loving each other, but they don’t know about it. She could be a journalist and eventually have to interview him or something like that

I've spent the last few months trying to avoid the paddock at all costs because I don't think I can handle seeing Fabio just yet. The two of us dated for about a year and a half and everything was wonderful we rarely fought, we always communicated with each other and we loved each other. That's why when we came to the decision that it would be best for us and our careers if we separated it was really hard. Not a day had gone by since where I haven't thought about Fabio. I think about him when I make his favourite food, I think about him when I got to bed as I miss having him next to me and I think about him whenever I do something at work as I know how proud he would be. 

My attempt to avoid the paddock has lasted only 2 months as not only does my work want me to go and interview some of the younger riders to write about the future of the sport but while with Fabio I became super close with Tony Arbolino and he's been begging me to come to a race since the breakup. For a while I kept saying no but now the time has come where I can't avoid it anymore which is why I'm sat in my hotel room thinking about how this weekend it's going to go and how I'm going to react if I see Fabio. Every possible scenario has run through my mind along with some very unrealistic ones but in each scenario all I can see is it being very awkward and then me crying afterwards which is exactly why I haven't wanted to go. 

As much as I really don't want to I know I have to as I have to work and plus Tony is meeting me in the paddock and I don't want to let him down. Tony knows all about the breakup as he is friends with the both of us so he promised me that he would help me keep my distance from Fabio which I appreciate as for me it's just too soon to be talking to him. Knowing I have someone to talk to and to help me avoid Fabio is making me feel a bit better but I'm still incredibly nervous. On the short walk to the paddock from my hotel I got even more nervous as in the back of my mind I knew at any moment I could see Fabio and have to face the feelings I've been suppressing for the last few months. 

When I actually got into the paddock I somehow felt a bit better as Tony was right by the entrance to greet me and as we walked to his garage I could see him keeping an eye out for Fabio which I really appreciated. We made it to his garage safely and he showed me his bike and everything as he joined a new team this season. I enjoyed listening to him telling me everything and it was useful as I have interviews with some moto2 guys later today so having a bit more knowledge will be helpful. Eventually it was time for him to go out on track so I stayed in his garage to watch the session which I haven't done very often as when I was with Fabio he often had to be other places during moto2 or I was having to work so it was nice to actually watch the moto2 bikes out there. 

After the session I spoke to Tony for a minute before I had to go to my first interview which I was about to walk to by myself but Tony joined me to keep an eye out which he didn't need to do but I still appreciated it. As its been a while since I've done any in person interviews I was worried that it would be awkward but it actually went really well and I got a lot of information to use. The rest of my day was spent doing much the same as I was either doing an interview or with Tony so I didn't even catch a glimpse of Fabio all day which was a relief although part of me wishes that I could talk to him again and maybe get back together. 

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So far this weekend has actually been really good and I've rediscovered my love for MotoGP which I kind of lost when Fabio and I broke up and I didn't watch the first few races of the season. It has been so nice being back in the paddock and getting to say hi to all the people I haven't talked to in ages as I really did miss all the friends I made. Being here with Tony has also been a lot of fun as I've been able to watch a lot more moto2 and he has introduced me to some other riders who I have been talking to as well. I haven't seen Fabio all weekend either which has been a huge relief especially knowing that today is the last day and after that I won't have to come to a race for probably a few months which will probably be enough time for me to feel comfortable seeing Fabio.  

With today being race day I don't have any interviews to do as there is a load of other media for the riders to do so all of my interviews were scheduled for earlier in the weekend. Seeing as I have nothing else to do I get to watch all the races which I haven't done in a long time. Tony invited me to come to the track earlier today so that we could eat breakfast together which was nice as I've been eating alone in my hotel room all weekend which gets kind of depressing after a while. We chatted about the race until he had to go off and get ready for warm up which is when I headed to the garage to be able to watch the session although they aren't long. Once warm up was over it was pretty much about getting ready for the race so Tony had to stay with the team and decide on things like tyres and settings so I went to watch the moto3 race from pit lane by myself. 

At some point Tony came to join me and we watched the moto3 race together and then I watched him race from the garage before it was time for MotoGP. Although I have been watching all the session this weekend part of me didn't want to watch the race as I didn't want to see Fabio out there especially if he has a good race as it will just confirm to me that he won't change his mind about the break up. Despite my worries I still watched the entirety of the race and watched Fabio get a good podium which he really deserved although I know he would have wanted to win. I kept watching until my phone started ringing with a call from my boss which of course I had to go and answer as I know he wouldn't call unless it was something important. 

"Hello is everything ok?" I asked 

"We'll sort of someone has had to go home sick and there's just so much going on do you think you can go and do the interview for the winner we can cover everything else other than that" he said 

"Yeah of course I can do that when and where do you need me?" I asked 

He told me where to go and that I need to get there as soon as possible so I ran off and text Tony to let him know along the way. As everything was so last minute I didn't even think about the fact that doing the interview meant being in the same room as Fabio but as soon as I realised I got a bit panicked as I wasn't mentally prepared to see him. All weekend I've managed to avoid him and I thought that after the race there was no way that I would see him yet here I am about to enter the same room as him. Although I was really nervous I agreed to do this so I forced myself inside and I went straight to where I was supposed to go ignoring everyone and everything else around me. 

I did the interview but as soon as it was over I tried to leave but there was so many people it took me longer than I would have liked which then meant that as I got to the exit I was stood face to face with Fabio. The two of us left at the same time and just kind of smiled awkwardly as he held the door open for me. My heart was racing just being stood near him as this is the first time we have seen each other since the break up. Seeing him just brought back so many emotions as it made me think of the good times we spent together and how I miss them but also the heartbreak of the last few months. So many thoughts were running through my head from just seeing Fabio which just confirmed that I wasn't ready to see him. 

"Hey" he said taking me out of my thoughts 

"Hi" I replied awkwardly 

"So how have you been?" He asked 

"I've been fine how about you?" I asked in return 

"I'm going to be honest I've been miserable without you" he admitted 

Hearing him say that surprised me as every time I've seen him in social media he just seemed so happy. I mean the reason we broke up was so that we could both focus on our jobs and Fabio has been doing so well since we separated that I really thought he wouldn't even think about it. Knowing that Fabio has been as miserable as I have really makes my head spin even more than it already was. 

"Really" I questioned 

"Yeah I mean racing has been going well but my mind always goes back to you like today when I got that podium I thought about celebrating it with you I've just missed having you with me" he said 

"I have been feeling the exact same way I always think about the things we used to do together and when I do something at work I always think about how proud you would be and honestly it's been so hard to even attempt to move on" I admitted

"Then what are we doing if we are both this miserable still after a few months why are we continuing to go on that way" he said

"What are you trying to say?" I asked 

"I'm trying to ask if you want to get back together" he said 

"As long as you have thought about it properly I would be so happy to get back together" I said trying to hide my excitement 

"Well then I'm glad I've got my girl back" he said as a huge smile formed on his face 

My excitement couldn't be contained any longer and I just jumped straight into his arms and held onto him incredibly tightly so he couldn't leave me again at least not for a few minutes. We held onto each other for a while before he put me down and pressed a kiss to my lips which was one of the best kisses I've ever had. Seeing as we haven't even spoken in a few months we caught up on what we've been doing and I had to explain why I was even at the race in the first place but after that we went back to exactly how we were before. We were laughing with each other and just talking about anything and everything like we always used to. If you saw us you would have no idea that about 10 minutes ago we were broken up and awkwardly trying to talk to each other. 

We walked around together for a moment before I heard footsteps fast approaching from behind us and the next thing I knew Tony had put his arms around the both of us. It took quite a bit of explaining to get him up to speed on what had happened but he was really happy that we were back together and he’s not the only one. The three of us spent a bit of time together before Tony left and Fabio and I got to spend the evening together which meant cuddling up together which was always my favourite thing to do and now I appreciate it even more. 

#fabio quartararo fluff #fabio quartararo x reader #Fabio Quartararo #MotoGP #motogp imagines #motogp one shots #motogp fluff

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Not One of Many - Chapter Twenty.

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,114

Warnings - 18+ content, adult audience only. Minors DNI!

“Good morning, sunshine!”

While she might have been greeted with such a term, it was the person who used it whom Beth often equated to sunshine personified, opening her arms to give Mimi a big hug as she closed the door to Alfie’s Range Rover, arriving at the stables in good time. He’d told her it made sense to insure her on it too, should she ever want to head off anywhere without worrying about exuberant Uber fees or relying on public transport. The journey up had made Beth realise just how much she missed driving. Especially now she got to drive such a beautiful car, thanking the stars it was an automatic, as this was what she had learned in and driven back when she once owned a car herself.

“Hello, lovely girl. How are you?”

“Employed! I got the job at London Life and Style!”

Beth was thrilled for her. “Oh, well done, Mims!” she cried, another hug of congratulations following.  

“It was just the boost I needed, since Sony, Nickleodeon, a vape juice company, a builder's merchants and a small organic farm all said no. I was so surprised, but apparently, I’m just what they’re looking for. And they said they’d had a good recommendation from a certain freelance journalist, so I have you to thank.”

She had put in a good word for Mimi, this much was true. Mostly because she knew she’d be perfect for the job, but a little facet of her good deed had been driven by guilt, that because of her, Mimi’s happy relationship with Alfie had ended. She was still bowled over by how well she was taking it, until she learned that the sadness of losing her love had been somewhat softened.  

“So, I have more news!” Mimi divulged in teaser as they rode out over the fields, Beth turning to her with curiosity.

“Oh, Miss Downing-Hansen?” she began. “Do reveal!”

“I’ve met someone.” She could barely keep the smile from her face. Beth was glad, not for selfish reasons or easing of her own little slither of guilt, but because at twenty-one years old and six weeks out of her most recent relationship, Mimi was prime for a new romance. “His name is Josh; he actually works in the same building at the magazine offices are situated. We met in the lift as I was leaving from my interview! He’s twenty-six, he works at Miller Reed publishing as a copywriter and we’ve had three dates so far. I really like him, he’s so nice and easy going.”  

“And when are you seeing him again?”

“Tonight, I’m so excited! I’ve no idea where he’s taking me, I just have to be ready for 7pm for him to come and pick me up in a black cab. It’s so nice, isn’t it, in the early days of a relationship. I mean, you’re there too right now, so we can be excited together!”  

Mimi’s enthusiasm was contagious, but still, for Beth she felt a little awkward about it still.  

“You know you can be, right? Beth, you don’t have to feel bad that you’re now with my ex. If I wasn’t fine with it, I would have been selfish and hung onto him. Or I’d be behaving like that nutcase Talia. He told me on the phone a few days ago about her antics. It’s absolutely fucking shocking!”

She nodded knowingly, widening her eyes. “Oh, there’s been progression.”

Mimi’s head virtually swivelled to view her. “Progression? What, worse than throwing a glass at you and trying to gate crash parties you’re at?”

“The night before last, I had someone bang on my front door and leg it afterwards. Then they came back and did it again. I didn’t put the pieces together at first, until I realised it really couldn’t have been anyone but her. It did raise the slightly worrying concern that being she doesn’t know where I live, she must’ve been watching Alfie’s house for considerable enough time to have tracked my movements and followed me home.”  

Mimi looked stunned for a few moments, like she truly couldn’t just believe what she’d heard, going to speak, but her voice only coming out in chopped little noises. “Is she... I mean... what... the fuck?”

“I know.”

“She’s got ten years on me and she’s acting twenty younger!”

“I know!”

“I thought she was seriously beginning to lack some self-respect during the final days of her and Alfie being together, but bloody hell! That’s really taking the piss, though, acting like that. She’s so immature.” Her eyes were still wide as she processed it, shaking her head further, the whole fiasco unfathomable to her. Why couldn’t she just let Alfie move on? “What does she expect to prove by behaving like this? What, does she want him back? If so, surely she realises this isn’t the way to go about it. I mean, not that he’d be receptive to it even if she was behaving sanely. He’s in love with you and he’s happy.”

“No, I don’t think she wants him back, or at least, she does but she knows it’s over and thusly is raging about that fact,” Beth began, quietening Sunny when she spooked a little at a rabbit running out from the hedgerow, the mare having a puff and blow as she dived to the side. “I think she’s out to punish him, try and shame him with as many people there to witness it as possible by screaming her warped version of the truth. As for me, she’s trying to rattle me because she’s bitter that in her mind, I took her place. To be fair, that is what happened, just not quite in the way she’s claiming.”

Mimi snorted softly, looking empathetic. “Whatever her aim is, it’s the last thing you need, having to look over your shoulder, wondering what she’s going to do next.”  

Beth hadn’t considered escalation, but Mimi’s words suddenly made that cold, spiny feeling return to swirl in her guts. Would Talia up the ante? “Sorry, did I say something wrong?”

Mimi’s concern was touching, Beth reaching to stroke her forearm. “No, you didn’t. I just hope she doesn’t do anything next, but I have to expect that she likely will. I wonder what her end game is, but at the same time, the thought of such is a little perturbing.”

“I’m sorry, I should have been more careful with my words.”

“No, no,” Beth began, wanting to reassure her. “What you said is only natural. Whatever she does choose, though, it’s only going to prompt Alfie into filing a restraining over against her.”  

Mimi looked on with wide eyes. “You think she might do something that warrants it?”

“Well, if she’s watching our movements, she already is. What she’s doing is stalking, even though she’s only just begun, it doesn’t negate that fact.”

“I suppose not,” Mimi conceded. “Well, you get to have a nice time today with me and forget about her, so let’s change the subject.” She was only too happy to do so. “Oh! But if I can move back to an ex-girlfriend for a second, I finally heard from Amira again!”

Beth winced slightly, remembering Alfie detailing her tearful heartbreak to her. “How is she?”

“She’s doing really well, yeah. She’s gotten right back into her modelling, she apologised for ignoring me and not being in touch either, said she needed a bit of time just to get over it all and adjust to her life being so different suddenly. She revealed that while she isn’t completely over Alfie that she’s feeling stronger every day, and she wants to continue seeing me. I said I couldn’t as anything other than a friend, because of Josh, obviously, and she was really happy for me. She told me to say hello to you as well for her.”

Well, that was certainly a nice surprise for Beth to hear. Now if only the third of his exes could find a little grace.

Their day with the horses was wonderful, Mimi even managing to encourage her into taking Sunny over a fallen log fence, Beth elated since she hadn’t jumped in years and wasn’t particularly confident with it back when she had before. Mimi took photos as well while guiding her, which she was elated to see after returning back to Alfie’s, Mimi sending them over on a Whatsapp, telling her she looked forward to seeing her the following Saturday, the new friends deciding to make it a regular thing.  

“Look at you!” Alfie exclaimed, viewing the picture over her shoulder as he entered the kitchen, finding her mid-matzo snack.  

“I’m so proud of myself, I didn’t think I could do it but Mimi was so encouraging, talked me through it the entire time. She’s fantastic.”

Alfie kissed her cheek, smiling. “She is, bloody lovely girl. Did she tell you about her new fella? I’m glad she’s found someone else, glad she told me about him an’ all. I like that we’ve remained good friends.”

“She did,” Beth confirmed. “We should ask them if they want to go out as a four sometime.” Her suggestion was met by enthusiasm from him, Alfie making himself a coffee before heading back to his office. He was so close now to the whole Dubai deal beginning that he was putting most of his free time into it, Beth of course more than understanding that she had to come second for another week, until they broke ground on it and he could relax a little more.  

In the spirit of that, she gave him his space, heading home the following evening, spending the next few days at her flat, finishing her article highlighting the plight of women who had received botched plastic surgery in their quest to conform to societal-borne beauty standards and beginning the research for her new one, where she would look into women working in careers viewed as traditionally male dominated.  

It was while she was emailing a woman who worked within the car industry as an engine technician for Audi, asking if she could perhaps interview her for the piece, that she heard a banging upon her front door. Not again. She ignored it, continuing to type. Five minutes later, she heard the same again. Feeling brave, she opened the curtain, of course finding not a soul around. However, what she did see out there was a box upon the doorstep.  

Sometimes, her usual Amazon man did arrive quite late, her and the sweet Richard having a laugh about it, him knowing she was often up late so leaving her delivery until last on his way home to Wandsworth. She didn’t remember ordering anything, though, and Richard always waited until she answered the door.  

Her mind didn’t want to go to the most logical conclusion, but she couldn’t help but concede that it more than likely was Talia messing with her, trying to goad her out of the house in order to spring something on her, some kind of warped revenge. After her talk about it with Mimi five days previously, she had been expecting her to up the ante somehow.  

Heading into the hall, she hesitated, her nerves tingling, putting the chain on and opening the door while standing back and waiting. Nothing happened. She waited a little longer just to be certain, nothing but quiet outside, other than a faraway man’s voice shouting ‘oi, wait! I’ve dropped me bloody chips!’ to whomever he was with.  

Taking the chain off the door, she reached out and slid the box inside, shutting it again quickly, picking the package up to carry it through to the kitchen. It was a plain cardboard box, innocuous enough looking, Beth giving it a little shake. Something thudded softly inside, and whatever it was, it smelled pretty bad. Like a butcher's shop.  

“What on earth?” Taking a knife, she slit the tape, opening the flaps to reveal the contents. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Well, there was the butcher’s smell explained, the box containing what looked to be a cow’s heart, severed into two pieces. There was a note, too.  

“Now your heart is broken as well!”

A message, perhaps? Alfie. She hadn’t...  

Flying out of the room, she grabbed her phone, calling him.  

“Hello, baby beast. How was your night?”

Thank god. He was fine. She knew it was a ridiculous, overly dramatic conclusion to allow into her head, especially since Alfie was more than capable of defending himself, but still, she couldn’t be blamed for wondering.  

“Boo, can you come and pick me up? Something’s happened and I’m a bit scared, I don’t want to be here, I’m all freaked out!” she babbled in panic, her heart somersaulting.  

“What’s gone on, love?”

“Talia, I think she dropped a package off here meant to rattle me, and well, mission accomplished.”

He felt a knot of anger form in his stomach at hearing his ex’s name, but remained calm for Beth’s sake. “A package?”

“Just come over and I’ll show you, please hurry.”

“I’m on me way, sweetheart. You locked the door and windows an’ all that, yeah?”

“I have, yes.”

“Alright. Don’t panic, I’ll be there soon. Love you.”

“Okay, I love you too.”

She paced around, chewing her thumb nervously until he arrived, Alfie knocking and calling that it was him through the door, which she found reassuring. Letting him in, she felt instantly better for seeing her boyfriend, even more so when he wrapped her in a hug, his scent comforting. Nothing bad happened in Alfie’s arms. “What’s happened then, precious?”

“I’m probably overreacting, but come with me.” Walking to the kitchen, she opened the door and pointed at where the box was sat upon the counter. “She sent that.”

He peered in, leaning back out again at speed. “What the actual fuck is wrong with the woman? I just... I’m so sorry, darlin’.”

“Why, it isn’t your fault. This is all on her.”

He hugged her, kissing her head. “Yeah, but I was the idiot who had a relationship with her and didn’t see how mental she was right until the end.”

She appreciated him saying it, but it honestly wasn’t his fault. “You finishing with her should have been the end, but apparently she has other ideas.”  

“Not for much longer, she fuckin’ don’t.” Pulling his phone out, he rang the best legal mind for advice. “Alright, Steve. Sorry to call ya late, but I need a bit of advice.”

He detailed the situation, listening as Steve explained how the land lay legally, Alfie not looking particularly thrilled as he nodded. “Okay mate, yeah thanks for that. I’ll see ya Friday, bye.”  

“What did he say?”

Alfie scratched his beard, raising his eyebrows. “Well, since she ain’t actually threatened no one, there’s nothing we can do as yet. As and when she begins to display such behaviour is when we can take it to the police and file a restraining order. Until then, he said keep any evidence such as this, obviously you can’t keep a piece of offal that’ll rot, but take a picture and keep the note. Unfortunately, she is, as Steve said, a menace we might have to endure for a while until we can gather substantial evidence in her harassing us.”  

That didn’t particularly sit well with Beth, not able to feel safe in her own home. Alfie was quick to sense that, as well. “Pack up plenty of stuff and come stay with me for as long as you want to. I ain’t having you over here worrying yourself to death over it, darlin’.”

“Thank you.” She went through to her bedroom, Alfie wondering around her flat, the first time he’d ever been inside it. It was about the same size as his first place he’d been able to afford when moving out from his mother’s house in Camden, except not as nice as Beth’s quaint abode, full of charm and character that exuded her personality from every wall, every little piece of furniture or ornament as well.  

Grabbing her cases and hold all bags, she packed a pile of stuff, more than she probably needed, Alfie ferrying it out to his Range Rover, which he’d had to park a little way down her road, parking being so atrocious. When he came back, she was in the fridge.

“Erm, I have food at mine, petal.”

“I’ll be damned if I’m leaving my mother’s leftover kugel and my salmon pate behind to go bad!” she exclaimed, putting the dish and tubs into one of her hessian shopping bags. It was lucky she needed to do the shopping as there wasn’t much else in there, save some butter and a pint of milk she poured away, so she didn’t return to it resembling cottage cheese. Once she had those things, as well as her fruit, she packed up her laptop, grabbed her denim jacket and slid her feet into her Ugg slippers, making sure everything was switched off before locking up, dumping the cow's heart into the communal bin for her flat and the other two within the three-storey townhouse.  

“It’s alright, she ain’t gonna do nothing to you while I’m here,” he reassured her when she gripped his hand tightly, looking around everywhere.  

“I know, I’m just jumpy that she was here in the first place, that she’s been following me enough to know where I live. She must be watching your house a lot, to have seen me leave two days ago to come back here.”

“Makes me wish she was a fella, because then if I caught her doing it, I’d be able to fuckin’ headbutt her for her fuckery. But I draw the line at striking a woman.” Reaching the car, she placed her food bag in the rear footwell, jumping in, so glad to be being whisked off back to Chelsea, to the home that had the kind of security which ensured Talia wouldn’t be getting anywhere near the front door. Even if she jumped the wall, she’d be all over the CCTV.

As soon as she was across the threshold of the former church, she breathed a sigh of relief, putting the food items into the fridge and turning to hug Alfie.  

“Want me to take your mind off it?” he asked, stroking her back.  

“What did you have in mind?”  

He grinned, lifting her to perch her bum on the island, his mouth moving to leave soft kisses at the side of her neck as he pulled down her lounge suit trousers and undies, Beth letting her slippers fall from her feet. “I like where this is going.”

“I thought you might.” He pushed her back to lie flat against the island, elbows nudging her thighs apart, watching the beauty of her sex spread before him, introducing his tongue to her folds in the form of a long, flat, hard lick. Each lave was given in keener succession than the last, tasting her petal soft folds hungrily, driving glimmers through her as she warmed to him, a soft moan filling the air as he sought her clit and circled it with tight, firm sweeps.  

“Better now?”

“Ahhhhh!” That was good enough an answer for him.

“Good.” Kissing her clit, he then continued to delight it with his tongue, gently sucking, playing with her piercing, fingertips stroking her thighs as he felt her starting to get wet for him, his tongue dewy with her slick before long.

Gratification swept through her strongly as she felt his powerful hands stroke her thighs, looking up to watch him eating her, the vibrations of his moans around the mouthful of her cunt adding to the pleasure of his quick moving tongue. Each beat of it against her hardened nub caused a greater pulse of pleasure than the last, her head softly thudding back against the cool marble beneath her as she sighed breathlessly.  

He’d gotten her so sumptuously wet already that she craved the gratification of feeling him inside of her, that need somewhat sated when he licked at her glossy opening and pushed his tongue within a little, before going back to circling her aching clit. He knew she was more than ready for him, and with his erection painfully throbbing within his jeans, Alfie knew he wanted nothing more than to pull it out and arrow it straight into her velvety, wet plush. He was so ferociously aroused, he could barely stand it.  

“Ohhhh, oh fuck!” She cried, her hands clinging onto his thick biceps as he sucked at her clit, her head spinning. God, he was so good. She panted and undulated, her body moving in a serpentine manner as it thudded audibly atop the island, reaching the point of frenzied climax so quickly it took even her by surprise. Then again, this was Alfie. He was a god with his mouth. She wailed incoherently as she came against his tongue, the burst of pleasure sending ebullient tingles throughout her body, swimming in ecstasy as she panted hard, the movements of his mouth lessening until he pulled away.  

She grabbed his t shirt, yanking it over his head, Alfie stripping the rest of his attire off as she freed herself from the confines of her own remaining clothes, their kisses hungry and full of need as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands gripping as her thighs, pulling her further to the edge of the island, guiding his cock into her with a hard thrust.

Her heat yielded to him perfectly, his arms wrapping around her and hands stroking her back, keeping her steady as he began to arrow into her with sharp snaps of his hips. The lust he felt for her seeped over him like a mist, grasping her jaw, staring at her intently as he kissed her hotly, biting her lower lip, letting the soft flesh slide slowly from between the crush of his teeth, his other hand stroking tickled pitter patters up her spine, his mouth descending to sprinkle kisses across her chest.  

Beth closed her eyes and exhaled a bliss filled sigh, rolling her hips against him as she slid up and down on his erection, immersed fully in the pleasure of him inside of her. He felt beyond exquisite. All thoughts of her visitor and subsequent creepy, unwanted package were far from her thoughts as the object of her burning desire and consuming love fucked her relentlessly upon the island.  

“Fuck, oh god, ahhhh!” she panted, little exclamations still leaving her mouth thereafter until he silenced her with an explosively hot kiss, his hands pulling her against him and holding her tightly against his chest as he started to arrow her harder, his upward movements in perfect sync with each of her downward ones.

“Lean back, baby beast. Let me watch you, let me see how much you’re enjoying my cock.” Pushing her away. Beth arched her back and rested her hands behind her on the counter, giving him a full view of her, loving the view of her split wide around his hard, wet cock, His eyes shone brightly with desire, his mouth agape as he panted and groaned, lost in the pleasing view of how her body twitched and shuddered in response to him, rutting so deep inside her.  

She really began to cry out when his movements became harder, ramming every last inch of himself up into her deep, burning wetness, watching her pant and exclaim without reserve as sweat began to bead their bodies. Her entire core felt alight with incredible pleasure, exacerbated further by the addition of his thumb at her clit, rubbing it in the kind of expert way she’d come to enjoy from him. He knew exactly how to touch a woman.

The fervid, rapid nature of their furiously paced fuck was geared more towards quick satisfaction than something to be savoured, both rushing towards their culmination, Beth shattering shortly before he did, her teeth bit onto the meat of his shoulder as her nails tore the skin from his back, rendering her a senseless, shaking mess.  

“Fuck, you make me so damned cock drunk,” she panted, flopping back onto the island, her long, high pitched exclamation of ‘phewwwww!’ rousing his laughter, resting his head to her chest as he caught his breath.  

“Want me to get you even more hammered on it?”

She sat up, grinning widely. “You’d bloody better.”  

He did, too. Until three in the morning. Until they were tired and sore. He could survive on four hours of sleep for her.  

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons smut #alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons fic #au alfie solomons #modern alfie solomons #alfie solomons x ofc #alfie solomons x oc #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fic #tom hardy smut #tom hardy x ofc #tom hardy x oc #peaky blinders #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders au

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Sprint Challenge November 2022

The LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists! The prompts are:

1. Orchestra AU - violinist Luka/flutist Marinette 2. Luka's first big interview/photo shoot (he's not as cool as his fans think he is) 3. Pillow/blanket theft 4. Visual Prompt - Catana Comics 5. Creative Writing Prompts #924: Casually saying ‘I love you’ when the other person has done something really great for you shouldn’t be that awkward if you two were just friends. But since this is becoming more awkward by the second, you realize that friends is definitely not all you are to each other. 6. Wildcard - pick any of the prompts available from our sister blog, @mlweeklyprompts, or any previous challenge prompt.

You have until Wednesday, Nov 30 to complete your 3 15-minute sprints/45 minute art sprint and post the results. Once you’ve completed the sprints, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions and make it feel complete, and whatever work you feel appropriate to get your art to a state you consider ‘finished’).

Please note you may sprint in the language of your choice, and you can either translate the final fic before posting, post it in the original language, or both as you choose. You can join us on the LBSC discord or sprint on your own! Just be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers in your final post so we will see it and reblog it. The rest of the rules can be found here under the cut.

Rules!

We’ll post a beginning and end date to the challenge, and a prompt.

Writers, If you choose to participate in the event, write for that prompt in up to three 15 minute sprints. No writing outside the sprints until you have completed all three! After the 3 sprints are complete, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions, etc). You can also choose to break that 45 minutes up differently if you find a different split works better for you.  After those 24 hours, post what you’ve got. Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on AO3 or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

Feel free to sprint in whatever language is most comfortable to you! You can post it in your own language or translate it before posting, or both!

Artists, you have 45 minutes to sketch and 24 hours to do any cleanup or coloring you’d like to complete. You can split your 45 minutes up however you like, or not at all. There’s no requirements on your finished piece, just aim for whatever goal seems challenging but achievable to you.  Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on Instagram or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

If you’re wavering as to whether or not you think you can accomplish anything in 45 minutes, we really encourage you to give the challenge a try. You may be surprised what you can do! Feel free to join us in the discord linked above so we can encourage and cheer you on.

Obviously, this has to run a bit on the honor system and we won’t be tracking your times, but please do your best to honor the spirit of the challenge! If your sprint fic becomes an Entire Thing (these things happen sometimes) and you want to continue it, feel free! However, please still post whatever you’ve got after your 3 sprints with the tag. No fair busting out a fully polished fic or art without showing us what it looked like at the challenge stage!

We want to keep this a positive space and event! This does NOT mean that you can’t write or draw anything critical of a character or episode, but it isn’t the space for character bashing or hate either. Please keep the characters in character and save the more speculative work for another time. NSFW sprint works are permitted but must be tagged appropriately (please use “NSFW LBSC sprint challenge” for easy filtering on the blog) and with appropriate warnings.  (More FAQ about the process here)

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. There are plenty of other spaces out there for other ships and OT3s, and people are welcome to use the challenge rules and prompts to write for their own ships! They just won’t be reblogged to the LBSC blog, and we ask that you please not use the event tag (a modified form is fine - “InsertAlternateShipName sprint challenge” instead of “LBSC sprint challenge,” for example).

Happy sprinting!

#lbsc sprint challenge #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #pro lukamari

[girlwiththeblueblood]

Actor AU for Divine Pact(s)?

Interviewer: So I have to ask; episode one-

Y/N: (wheezing) I know where this is going.

Interviewer: (chuckles) Is it true that the line wasn’t scripted?

Y/N: (giggles, hands go to her face) Yeah. (takes a breath and waves her hands to calm down) There was meant to be this whole scene when Moon and I had a very dramatic back-and-forth, and the lines I read in the tryouts got me the role in the first place. I don’t know if it was because we were both in costume and make-up or if the voice filter Moon had made it all (hand gesture)- really, and truly, scary, and I panicked.

Interviewer: (chuckling) And that’s what you say when you’re panicking?

Y/N: (giggling) I don’t know.

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Moon: It took me off guard, and I just stood there like… “Thank you, I think?” (starts to chuckle) And everyone off-camera just started losing their collective shit, and our director is just on the floor- dying of laughter. Sun is cry-laughing, and I’m just there, and I try to stay in character because someone had to. (stops to giggle) and the only thing I can say is, “what?” - and it starts a new wave of giggling from everyone, and I just think, “well, it’s going to be one of those types of shoot,” those ones were nearly nothing gets done- and she knew the lines! We’ve rehearsed them, and she goes and- (lost in a giggle fit that ends in a deep sigh) oh, I’m never going to let her live that down!

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Sun: (Laughing in the interview chair. Leaning forward, holding his stomach, wheezing, and crying.)

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Y/N: To this day, I can’t, for the life of me, remember those lines that were meant to be said, and I read those lines for- for weeks and weeks! And I read them with Moon so many times, and- they just went “poof” when I needed them!

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Sun: (Starts to calm down and sighs a breath. Sits back up and- nope- starts laughing again.)

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Moon: There is a running joke with the other cast members after that because most of Y/N’s outtakes were something of that nature. Where she would forget a line, or the person doing a scene with her would forget a line, or a prop would break, and in the silence, she would say something out of pure awkwardness. We have a poll going on if Y/N will “flirt” with every cast member before the series ends.

Interviewer: (chuckles) Are you also partaking in the poll?

Moon: I should; I’m the one that started it. 

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Sun: (In between giggles) I have a- haha- recording of it and- (wheezing) Made it her ringtone! (is lost in the giggle fit.)

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Y/N: So, the director finished laughing and said he’d keep that in, and I was like, “oh god, please no, let me try again,” and he has this grin on his face and just says, “nope!”, fucking asshole (chuckles) All that time and effort and he leaves in the fucking blooper.

Interviewer: (smiling) I must ask you to say the line.

Y/N: I thought you might… (takes a breath) “Oh, fuck, that’s hot.”

Interviewer: (laughing) 

Y/N: (Chuckles) every time.

#Divine Pact(s) fanfic #actor AU #fanf au #fnaf moon and sun

[phoneybeatlemania]

Haven’t seen a shred of evidence that points to Paul not being a filthy disgusting cunt monger. I am bi, not phobic just cause of this!

But I feel that a lot of people just kind of… want him to be bi? Whether for shipping or because he’s pretty and want to see him fucking men. I mean, I think it’d be great to see Paul get fucked. It would serve him right. But for irl? Very little evidence!

It’s like the PID truthers. People aren’t trying to figure out what’s real, they’re trying to seek out facts that fit their theory, then piece them together.

And that goes for me too! If someone said, hey look, here’s a video of Paul riding dick like a champ! I wouldn’t say “that’s probably heterosexual dick riding among friends”. I would adapt to the new information!

Ngl I’m like 99.9% sure (100% tbh) I know who this is, but I’m too awkward to send a message, so I’ll just pretend you’re a Random Anon lol.

My thoughts under the cut!

I do see the comparisons between PID-ers and people who *die-hard* believe Paul is bi, although it largely depends on the person. For some people, its a matter of interpretation, and so whilst they do believe Paul isn’t straight, they still acknowledge that the belief is largely a product of speculation, and without solid evidence to support it—and therefore don’t expect *everyone* to get on board with their belief; these are the types of people I like to engage with. There’s things where I’ll think “yeah I see where you’re coming from there…”, and then there’s things I plainly disagree with—but I can still appreciate their points as a rational interpretation.

I do see some overlap between the PID community and the mcl*nnon (don’t want this to end up in the tag) community at times though. This normally comes in the form of people looking Too Deeply into the semantics of certain quotes. When it comes to interviews, although Paul does tend to be quite carefully calculated (as in, he knows the types of things he’s likely to be asked, and therefore has an idea of what he’ll say in response), I still think a lot of what he’s says is basically just what it says on the tin. I can’t articulate this with a lot of eloquence, but sometimes you just Say Things. The exact terminology or pronouns (i.e him saying “they” or “someone” in place of “she” or “woman”) Paul employs in interviews I don’t feel have that much relevance to be honest. Everyone is somewhat awkward and inarticulate at times, and so off-the-cuff remarks I don’t believe have much, if any, significance.

And then when I’ve enquired into why people do believe that John and Paul had a sexual/romantic relationship, often people have responded with the “Look at how they look at each other!” argument, which is essentially meaningless to me.

And a lot of this can parallel the same techniques I’ve seen PID-ers use, especially when they take snippets of quotes and interviews, and then replay them with an over-focus on the semantics of a sentence (i.e If George says something like “we LOVED Paul”, PID-ers will be emphatic about his use of the past-tense, when really: its just What It Says On The Tin).

I also feel relatively comfortable and non-judgemental in saying that SOME people ‘want’ to believe he’s bi and look for confirmation bias beyond that, because tbh I think I sort of started out in that boat. Its not necessarily that I *didn’t* believe Paul was bi (like I wasn’t straight up lying), but I think it was a combination of 3 things:

There’s a sort of peer pressure to believe the dominating theory, and especially if you haven’t done enough of your own research yet to form your own conclusions, its easy to get swept away with what other people are saying. I think this “peer pressure” [I hate that term tbh, but I’m not sure what other phrase to use so I’ll just stick with it :/] gets accentuated especially when there’s a lot of people going around with an I-Know-Everything-attitude, and making the people who disagree with them out to be Dumber or Naive (or everybody’s favourite: homophobic) etc.

A lot of the stronger pieces of evidence that initially made me believe he’s bi, I later found out were either untrue, unsourced, or manipulated to Fit The Narrative. Its not something I think happens that much anymore, since people seem more adamant in sourcing and providing context these days—but based off of what I’ve seen in older tumblr posts, it seemed like more of issue from about 2012 to 2016-ish? And since those posts still get circulated and remain at the top of the tags, its again Easy To Get Swept Away.

Going back to point 1, once you do believe something, you’re going to start looking for more ‘hidden clues’, and from then on you’ll be seeking confirmation bias. Once I started questioning my own beliefs more, I found that I didn’t find a lot of the evidence that existed to be as compelling as I once thought it did.

Im not saying this is the same experience Every Single Person has had, and I’m not trying to be hateful either. But I just wanted to share some of my initial experiences in the tumblr-beatles-fandom specifically, since I think there has to be at least a few people out there who can relate.

Essentially though, so long as someone doesn’t go round calling people homophobic because they disagree, or purposely manipulating narratives to fit their own beliefs, I don’t take issue with them, and can engage with their beliefs and content

Final note: I saw this video quite recently, which touches upon the Larry and Camren communities of shipping, and while I literally Could Not Give Less Of A Shit about either of those communities since I don’t like any of those artists, I did find some of the wider points about real-person shipping to be quite interesting. I don’t think everything in the video pertains to the mcl*nnon community specifically, especially since the people were trying to understand are a) from an entirely different generation and b) one of them has been dead 40+ years so there’s only so much we can know about them (and by consequence, how much we can come to understand the nature of their relationship with the other person is limited, to some degree)—but the actual shipping cultures I thought had some overlaps.

#imagine if the PID-ers come for me #i can only wish 😩 #at first they’re hilarious but then after awhile it gets old lol. there aren’t any on tumblr tbh but on reddit or youtube they’re #inescapable tbh #anyway—no this isnt a post of ALL MY THOUGHTS on this topic #but just some of them #or really more my thoughts about shipping culture itself rather then the actual ship #asks #PID #pauls sexuality #anon #opinion #beatles and sexuality

[jaanlouis]

I agree, these two things bbg and H*livia suck but sadly it’s out of our control as fans who watch from afar. Whilst we can’t control these external events, what we can control is how we respond and ‘deal’ with them. I personally expect every Louis interview to have a kid mention, so if it doesn’t happen I’m like oh nice. If I see on my dash that it does, I roll my eyes, accept it was coming and move on. Accept that there’s likely a reason for it, laugh at the ridiculousness of the kid being mentioned so much compared to other celebs who actually see their kids on the regular and go back to other things. Know in my heart of hearts that him mentioning F so much for some reason, won’t take away that everything surrounding that kid and birth is shady, maybe be a bit miffed with him but get on with things. I’m not gonna start throwing my toys out of the pram and threaten to not listen to his music anymore. If him saying something you don’t like causes a fan to do that, maybe they’re a fan for the wrong reasons but who knows each person is different. Maybe some people like a certain celeb for their personality and romantic relationships more so than their actual creative work. Sadly due to all this bbg amp up it means I don’t end up watching many Louis interviews anymore but I still have fun reading all the transcripts online and keeping up that way. I just personally don’t want to sit through Louis talking about F been there done that, I’m here to hear about his music his opinions his tour, not awkward kid mentions, so I’ll just see the gifs. I guess you curate your own online experience. Trust the one video in a while I actually watched to be the one where he unexpectedly mentioned the kid out of the blue. damn could ladbible not have given him Mac and cheese, that F mention came out of nowhere man!

H*livia really does my nut in especially after all that’s come out about her but honestly most of the time when I see things about her when I’m scrolling I just used to laugh and move on because I just can’t take her seriously anyway or her and Harry looking miserable together I’m just like yay PR walks how predictable and staged and move on. That relationship is so obviously PR I can’t be bothered to give it the time of day. Since all that stuff came out she makes me so angry anyway so i probs need to block her name in my tags.

There’s so much we don’t know and never will but there’s also so much that Louis and Harry do and let us see that makes it worth it. Louis’ tour alone was quite loud. You take the good with the bad. I also tell myself I’ll take a break from here but easier said than done as scrolling on here becomes part of the daily routine and you worry you’ll miss out on something good. But yeah I can understand why all this will affect people and some people find it easier to not let it get to them than others, but there’s also so much joy that comes with supporting these guys it’s never gonna be smooth sailing but I’m here for the ride 🙃

Yeah, I totally agree with what you’re saying about curating ur online experience and yeah it is easier said than done and of course, when things like this happening and we believe what we believe it’s understandable that we’ll be upset momentarily. What I find is concerning is the amount of people who use instances like this as an opportunity to shit on hl for things that aren’t their fault, and speculate about how they would navigate this situation when they have no real basis or information about the entire situation and how complicated it probably is in reality. And also, when that’s all you think about, it’s kind of inevitable that those negative feelings will compound and conflate with people’s feelings about hl and it just turns into them being angry with hl for things that might not be in their control. And even if it is in their control, it’s still their life and they do what they feel is best. Anyway, I am rambling again but. I wish you the best in ur journey curating ur online experience! I know it’s hard because you feel like you’re missing out on certain things, but I promise it’s not worth the impact it has on your mental health. Take care of yourself first, the drama will always be here if you ever wanna catch up later.

#asks #anon #I RAMBLED A LOT AGAIN SORRY LMAO