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Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {7}
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris
Summary: Your mother finally gets the truth out of you regarding Max.
Warnings: 18+ only, swearing, angst
WC: 2k
F1 Masterlist
NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three
NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight
The double bed was definitely not made to accommodate three people, even if you were all spooning, so you found yourself sneaking out at sunrise. You hadn’t been able to sleep with the thoughts running through your head, wondering why Max couldn’t have been more like your mother. You weren’t worried about waking Lando as you climbed out from between them, since you didn’t have an air horn on you, but you were careful not to jostle Charles who was a much lighter sleeper.
After changing into a pair of leggings and a sports bra, you found your airpods and shoved the Aura ring back on your finger before taking a lap of the village. You quickly settled into a good pace, feeling the rhythmic slap of your trainers on the pavement and timing your breathing to match. It cleared your mind and gave you a focus on something other than everything else that was happening around you. For those precious minutes you didn’t think about Max.
So far you had managed to avoid talking about him with your mum, though that was mostly thanks to being blindsided by your relationship status - it had been enough to distract her for the rest of the day. You weren’t so sure that luck would last another 24 hours but you would certainly try.
“Just leave her be, she’ll come in when she’s ready.” Your mother had been watching you all morning from her spot on the window seat, a cup of tea in hand. After Charles had woken up he had joined her and watched curiously, wondering why you were in the garden. “Avoiding me,” she said with a knowing smile. “It’s funny that the only times she would willingly do her chores were when she was trying to hide. It was a dead giveaway, but I never said anything. It was just nice to not have to ask her to do them.”
Charles chuckled as you battled to trim the agapanthus with a pair of rusted and blunt shears. “Should I offer to help?”
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, checking the time on her watch. “She’s nearly done.”
Charles quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the progress that had barely started to make a dent in the long drive.
“Fuck,” you hissed as you the slimy residue that leaked from every cut leaf made your hand slippery and the shears fell from your grasp, narrowly missing your foot. You went to wipe a wayward hair that fell onto your nose but the sun caught the shimmer of slime and you jerked back with a groan, instead trying to blow it out of your face. You grew more irritated as the hair remained where it was tickling your nose and the urge to sneeze built up. “Fuck this shit.”
Abandoning the garden, you marched up the path and kicked your filthy shoes off before storming through the house.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” your mother greeted jovially. “Lovely day for a spot of gardening.”
“I’m calling Mr Newberry,” you grumbled on your way to the bathroom. “He can sort that mess out.”
You felt slightly calmer after washing away the slime and the chlorophyll that stained your fingers green and that feeling only grew when you found Charles waiting with a coffee made just how you liked it. “Busy morning?” he asked after handing over your elixir of life and taking his payment with a quick kiss.
“I’m just trying to help out,” you said with an innocent shrug. “I made a list of things that need fixing around here and if I don’t make the phone calls they will never get done.”
Charles tried to hide his amusement but when you narrowed your eyes at him he couldn’t stop the smile from breaking through. “Your mother knows you so well,” he laughed as he leaned in to whisper, “She knows you are avoiding her.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“Yes, she does,” he assured you, running his hands along your sides before he kissed your forehead. “Just talk to her, amour.”
A shirtless and sleepy Lando stumbled his way into the room, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he made a beeline for the two of you. You placed your mug on the table before he reached you and let him fall into the middle of the embrace as his eyes fluttered shut again. He must have been burrowed under the blankets because the heat radiating off him was almost hotter than the blistering shower you had taken.
“Why are you awake?” he mumbled against your neck.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“She’s being a coward and avoiding her mum.”
That made Lando battle his exhausted state and force his eyes to open as his forehead crinkled with a frown. “Why?”
“I’m not.”
“Because she wants to know why that person-we-can’t-mention-for-another-eight-days keeps calling her.”
“You can say his name,” you grumbled. “Max Verstappen, World Champion, Number One. Prodigal Son. Cunt.”
Your mother gasped as she entered the room with a fresh brew of tea. “I should wash your mouth out with soap, young lady.”
You winced at the reprimand. “Oops, turns out we can’t say his name.”
“This has gone on long enough, take a seat - family meeting,” she ordered as she pointed to the table. Lando and Charles took a step towards the door but your mum tutted. “You’re a part of this family now too, gentlemen.”
“Should I put a shirt on?” Lando asked as he looked down at himself. “Or shorts?”
“Please don’t.” “Please do.” You spoke at the same time as your mother, both of you sending each other slightly irritated looks.
“Two Spitfires, Char, there’s two now,” he whispered under his breath as he went to get dressed. He obviously had been in a rush and blindly pulled clothes out because the tense atmosphere wasn’t enough to stop Charles from grinning at the sight of Lando in his Ferrari shirt.
Seated at one end of the table, you faced your mother while your poor boyfriends were the buffer between. Lacing her fingers together, she stared back at you and made that heavy sigh that every parent could which immediately induced waves of guilt. You didn’t even have anything to be guilty over, but it happened anyway.
“What happened with Max?”
You crossed your arms at the direct question. “This is why I don’t bring people home.”
“What happened with Max?”
“Nothing.” You dropped your head to the table with a thud as her penetrating stare became too much to look at.
“What happened with Max?”
“Fucksake,” you groaned as her persistence won over your impatience. “He called you a whore…well technically he called me one too, but it doesn’t matter. He disrespected you, mum, so instead of calling you what he can do is he can take his phone and go fuck himself with it.”
Lando covered his mouth as a quiet squeak slipped out behind his apologetic smile and you reached out with your foot, running it up and down his leg. You felt bad for subjecting him to this drama when he was as introverted as they come - not that anyone would guess after seeing him on tv. Charles seemed to just take everything on the chin and not a lot fazed him at all, but like you he was reaching out to soothe Lando under the table too.
“I shouldn’t have come, I’m sorry,” you said as you started to push your chair out.
“Wait, please,” your mum asked quietly as her face softened. “He shouldn’t have said that, sweetheart, and I’m sorry that he did. I’m assuming it was after he found out about the three of you?”
You all nodded sullenly and she sighed. “It’s a shock, that’s no excuse, but it was a big shock. Maybe you should talk to him? It’s been a few days, he’s had time to think and reflect. You might be surprised.”
“Have you ever heard Max apologise?” you asked Lando and Charles. Both of their eyebrows furrowed in thought before they shook their heads. “See, Max doesn’t apologise, and I have no interest in hearing anything else from him.”
“As long as you’re doing it for yourself, honey, and not on my behalf. I have been called every name under the sun, but it's water off a duck's back. Don’t miss out on the opportunity to repair the relationship for some vindication for me. He’s your brother and you have missed so much of each other’s life already.” Your mother sighed again as she saw you had heard her words but they hadn’t broken the wall you had built. “Just think about it.”
She rose from the table, walking around it to rest her hand on your shoulder. “Just think about it,” she repeated before she left the room as you sagged in your chair like a puppet whose string had been cut.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you pulled it out to see your reflection broken on the screen. It still hadn’t been repaired from the last argument you had with Max when you accidentally cracked it. Perhaps it was a good reminder to keep.
Unlocking the device, you saw the notification from family share - alerting you that your location services were in use.
“Fucking cunt,” you groaned before hearing your name from the other end of the house. “Sorry! Can I call him a prick?”
Lando laughed and this time Charles joined in as your mother ranted to herself about your language. You couldn’t help that you grew up around mechanics and drivers, they were the most foul mouthed bunch of people.
Reaching across, Charles took a look at your phone before updating Lando. “He tracked her.”
“What do you want to do?”
Five minutes ago you would have ditched the phone and packed the car. Five minutes ago you might have threatened harassment. Five minutes of talking with your mother changed everything.
“I don’t know,” you admitted as you dropped your head in your hands until they were pulled away. You could wear a blindfold and still know exactly who was holding your hand, recognising their touch and feel with the familiarity of intimacy. “What do you think I should do?”
“I’m not ready to forgive him for how he spoke to you, amour,” Charles shrugged. “If he was my brother, I honestly don’t know if that would change anything.”
“I’ll follow your lead, baby,” Lando said as he lifted your hand to his lips. “Whatever you decide. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you look really good in that shirt,” you said as you looked at Charles for confirmation, his smirk evident. “Really, really good.”
“I always look good. Stay focused.”
“I am focused. I am going to call the gardener, and someone to fix that bloody pavement. Then, maybe, I’ll think about what to do next, it’s not like he’s going to be knocking down the door right this minute.”
Both of them turned to the door expecting to hear it knock and you rolled your eyes. “He’s not the bogeyman. He just likes to think he is.”
You took your phone back and opened the family share app, selecting Max’s phone and watched as it zeroed in on the pin drop. “Shit,” you sighed as the blue dot moved along the street. Leaning back in the chair, you craned your neck to see out the window and caught sight of an Audi SUV pulling in the driveway. “I take that back. Can we run?”
Click here for chapter eight.
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Earth 42! Miles Morales General Hcs
Tagging: @juneberrie @hiyaitssans @sluggmuffin
Warnings:Mention of death, fighting, insecurity, smoking weed
A/N: I love my silly little guy
I see a lot of people view this Miles as like this scary tough go who one crosses
But I respectfully disagree
Miles is probably a dork in every universe. He’s quiet, reserved, and put together. Ganke’s is really his only friend, but they don’t hang out. He prefers to be alone.
He doesn’t start fights, because he knows his mom wouldn’t like it, but trust he will finish them ☝🏻
He’s actually really silly. Like he makes funny comments when he’s comfortable and jokes around a lot. And his laugh is contagious, it’s adorable.
People don’t like him, but they don’t hate him. Teachers like him cause he’s a good student. Students are able to like him because he’s not hard to work with. He’s smart and quiet and nerdy.
He has a lot of built up anger. He just doesn’t show it because he doesn’t want to make his mother worry.
He loves his mother more than anything. She always comes first.
He saves up his prowler money for her. Birthday gifts, Mother’s Day gifts, Christmas gifts, etc…
He never argues with. She works so hard to support him and he knows that. She tells him to do the dishes even when he’s tired and doesn’t want to? He does it.
He tells her he loves her. Every day. Because he does.
Miles’s anger comes from his frustration with himself about his mother. She overworks herself, but he can’t do more than just be there? How is he supposed to be okay with that?
When he’s at home and Rio’s working late, he always stays up to make sure she comes home. And when she falls asleep on the couch? He’s walking out of his room, slipping off her shoes is she didn’t get to it, and tucking her in tightly.
He always kisses her goodnight.
best bet he HAS slow danced with her in the living roo
Okay okay moving on from the sappy stuff 😭
The difference between him and his 1610! Counterpart is that his music was heavily influenced by Aaron.
He listens to some modern rap, but a very large majority of it is 90’s hip-hop and rnb.
Also some of his mother’s favorite songs
He has a pretty large record collection
And prefers airpods to any other kind of headphone
Literally has a plain black phone case 😭
I hate to say it but bro’s short 💀
Idc what is or isn’t cannon, bro’s tiny
But has abnormally large hands
Was one of those kids with GINORMOUS ears until he grew into them 🧍♀️
Bro has literally nothing on his bed, except for like a thousand pillows and one blanket
He used to play piano (still does at school but no one has to know)
And likes art just as much as 1610! Miles.
Except he mainly draws what he sees?
His mother, the sky, flowers, that kind of thing…
His inspiration comes from the world around him versus in his head
He’s a giggly bitch at heart
If he wasn’t so stubborn, he’d laugh at everything
42! Miles was one of those guys blessed with clear skin. I just know it.
AND the prettiest freckles (every version of Miles has this)
Only ever cries in front of his mother or at night when he’s supposed to be sleeping
He’s not actually afraid of being vulnerable? Like he doesn’t like doing it in front of other people but he doesn’t try to stop it?
Bros eyes are majestic
This is going off topic but I love his nose 🧍♀️
He’s really skinny for some reason
And he’s got one of those really pretty waists for some reason
Loves cargo pants
He’s actually got really good style 😭
Miles has a pull up bar in his room I just know it
Works out consistently
Is a sucker for rom com movies (and is very ashamed of it)
Hates going to the pool (he hates the smell of chlorine)
But likes going on walks?
Loves the smell of rain and smoke from like blown-out candles and bonfires
Hates the smell of lavender
Also loves the smell of vanilla because it makes him think of his mom
Uses Old Spice Bearglove deodorant
And semi-nice cologne? Like not expensive but not cheap?
Bro smells gooooooood
Purple is his favorite color
But he also quite likes pink because it goes well with purple
This Miles has lips that are not chapped (1610! Miles does)
Uses lotion multiple times a day so his hands are soft asf
Is a straight A student
And this boy was raised right so he’s not one of the guys girls worry about?
Like he’s chillin
If someone asks him out and he’s not interested? He’s cool about it
“I’m sorry, I don’t see you like that.”
One of the few situations where he says “I’m sorry” instead of “my bad.”
He doesn’t want to be viewed as a bad guy. He actually really cares about it.
Bros locker is boring asf 😭
Really likes cats and stops to pet (and sometimes feed) strays
Is surprisingly alright with kids? He’s got baby cousins and stuff
He’s one of the few guys who’s confident in his masculinity
Would paint his nails black if he didn’t hate the smell
One of those early to bed and early to rise mfs
He’s got a good sleep schedule
He has gotten high before like off a cart (for anyone who doesn’t know what that is, it’s basically weed in liquid form)
He doesn’t do it consistently or often, so he’s not addicted, but he’ll do it if it’s there
Has a lot of one sided friends (??)
Like he’s a friend to them but they’re not friends to him?
A lot of those are guys who are dicks to girl and doesn’t fuck with that
Cause his mother always taught him to ask himself, “would I want someone to do that to my mother?”
He doesn’t go out of his way to correct them, cause (A) it’s probably just gonna start a fight and (B) chances are, they won’t listen anyway
He’s an honest boy, you know?
He’s pretty craft with like machinery and stuff
He’d make a good mechanic
His least favorite class is English, but he’s a pretty good reader
He’s a math, science kind of smart
There’s pictures of him and certain family members around his room, as well as like 2 of him and Ganke
He thinks of his dad every
And talks to him sometimes, too.
After his dad’s death he kind of pushed his mother away?
But he ended up alright.
Likes buying flowers to keep in vases around the house because his mom likes plants and color
He takes care of them for her
He loves the Rush Hour movies
Actually considered joining the basketball team
Snuggles with blankets and pillows at night
And really likes the tight shirt and baggy pants look
He’s got a nice build
His phone’s wallpaper is a picture of him with his parents
He’d never change it.
He really loves The Boondocks
Miles has a collection of small pieces of memorabilia?
Like movie tickets, dried flower petals, polaroid pictures…
His room is always terrifyingly organized
Like more than a normal person’s
He doesn’t even know how he does
Overall, he’s a chill guy.
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Premium Aíre
AN: fun fact despite her grandpa being a mechanic, Miriam doesn't know anything about cars and car maintenance. It's loosely nased on this tiktok but it's not a prank lmao
Requested? By @nattinatalia bc we were tic talking and it came up so I wrote this blurb lol
Warnings: Miriam gets scammed and Jack gets mad, mean words were exchanged, a happy ending
Word Count: 1.6k words
Jack set his headphones out and walked out of the studio. He and Miriam were in Atlanta for a few days before they headed out to Aspen for a few weeks to enjoy the last of the snow. They were going to drive up to Colorado so they were taking his Jeep since it was built for that. It had been a few months since he got the car an oil change. He was going to take it to his go-to mechanic, but someone asked him if he was willing to get on a verse with him.
Miriam offered to take his car while he was at the studio. She and Daisy didn't have anything planned for the day. Jack was hesitant at first because Miriam doesn't know much about cars. He was still traumatized from when she was driving her Audi without getting any maintenance check. But he agreed for her to take his car. What put him at ease was that she was going to his mechanic. Miriam has gone with him beforehand when he took his Jeep and months later when they took her Audi so it wasn't like she was new to the auto shop.
He pulled out his phone and texted her, knowing she would be home by now. Or at least out shopping at Target and buying random shit she would find that apparently they needed. The most it takes is an hour
M 🍒🍑: I'm at a coffee shop waiting for your car
Jack read her message over, confused. There weren't any coffee shops near the auto shop. Not to mention she texted him three hours ago when she arrived at the mechanic. He checked her location and saw she was nowhere near the auto shop, so he facetimed her.
"Hey," she said, propping her phone against the napkin dispenser.
"Where are you?" He asked, cutting to the chase. He glanced down at her chest, admiring her cleavage when she bent down to get her airpods.
"I'm at this cute coffee shop. Like the aesthetics are everything." She flipped the camera and showed him her little corner where she sat on a mauve velvet couch with her book and almost empty mug.
"Why are you there?"
"Well I'm not gonna wait four hours while the mechanic changes your oil and stuff." Miriam shrugged.
"Miriam, it doesn't take four hours to change the oil of a fucking car." He said in an eerily calm voice.
"I know that, I'm not stupid." She laughed to herself. "Jared asked why I needed an oil change so I told him now we're driving to Aspen and stuff. So he offered to check your car and for like another two thousand dollars he's gonna–"
"Who the fuck is Jared? Where's Tito?"
"Oh Tito was closed so I went somewhere else." She said, reaching for her mug. She smiled at him. "Aren't you proud? I took initiative."
"Why didn't you call me? I would have told you to take it to the dealer instead." He rubbed his temples.
"Why don't you just take it to the dealer in the first place?" Miriam asked, confused.
"Because they're more expensive."
"You're a millionaire, I don't think twenty-five hundred dollars is gonna dent your bank account." She said in a duh tone.
"What do you mean? Did you pay that much for an oil change?" Jack looked at her incredulously.
"No, silly." She rolled her eyes. "Jared told me about this tire service that costs two thousand that helps the car drive easier in the snow. They have premium air for the tires too."
"I'm going to say this with love, but are you hearing yourself? You just got fucking scammed. You can't be this clueless about this shit." He snapped at her.
Urban looked at Jack, nodding what was wrong. Off camera, so Miriam wouldn't see, Jack motioned to him that he'll explain later.
"I don't fucking appreciate your tone right now." Miriam said as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Seriously, why are you crying?"
Miriam didn't respond. She simply ended the call. Jack sighed and pocketed his phone.
"What was that about?" Urban asked. "You sounded rude as hell."
"I was not rude." Jack said defensively.
"No you're right. You weren't rude, you were patronizing." His best friend said.
"So now I'm the bad guy because Miriam got scammed while she took my car to get an oil change?"
"No you're the bad guy for being a dick to her."
"She got fucking scammed!" Jack repeated himself.
"That doesn't mean you should be a fucking asshole to her. She was doing you a favor and made a mistake. Instead of finding a solution or where she messed up, you talk down to her and make her feel like shit." Urban explained. "She comes from money of course she's not gonna know shit about that. But that doesn't give you the right to be a dick. You've done some dumb shit at events and she's politely corrected you so you don't look dumb. She's never once made you feel inferior to her or anyone."
Jack stayed quiet. Urban was right, he reacted poorly and made Miriam feel like crap. He decided to call it a day at the studio and ordered an Uber. He and the guys mostly brainstormed and wrote here and there. There wasn’t anything that needed to be recorded.
The ride to the auto shop from the studio wasn’t that far. In less than five minutes the driver pulled up. Miriam was sitting in the waiting area reading her book. Jack thanked the Uber driver and got out. He made his way to her and sat next to her.
“What are you reading?” he asked her, breaking the silence.
“A book.” she answered, turning the page.
“Look Miriam, I’m sorry–”
An older looking man in dark blue coveralls came out to the counter and spoke to Miriam in a language Jack didn’t recognize. Miriam got up and talked back to the man in the same language, smiling. The man handed her the car keys and said something else, making her laugh.
“Thank you Mr. Stavros and we’ll definitely go sometime.” Miriam told the older man.
She tossed Jack the keys and put on her coat while Jack packed her book in her tote. She took the bag from him and walked out to where his car was. Jack opened the door for her and closed it for her.
He drummed the steering wheel and turned to her. “Look, I’m sorry for how I reacted. It was uncalled for and you don’t deserve that.”
“It’s fine Jack.” Miriam said, shrugging off her coat.
“It’s not and you know that. I was an asshole and made you feel like shit.”
“Yeah you did.” she said in a quiet voice. “But I got it resolved.”
“You did?” he asked, curiously as he got into the street.
“Yeah, I called Beto after you made me cry because he’s the one who takes my cars in for maintenance and when I told him how much I paid he called me a dumbass. I cried more and I left the coffee shop. I overheard Mr. Stavros speak in Greek so I asked him ‘are you Greek?’ in Greek and from there we just started talking. I told him how this felt very familiar because my grandpa is also Greek and owns a car shop, but in LA. Then I casually brought up all the services Jared, who I’m assuming is his son because they look alike, charged me for and is doing it. He got mad and cursed Jared out then he gave me a refund. I felt bad that he had to redo what Jared did, so I paid him five hundred.”
Jack hummed in response. Miriam pulled out her book and kept reading while he drove. He heard her stomach growl, so he made a stop at chickfila. She was so focused on her book that she didn’t notice him get out and get food for them. By now she would have been dipping her fries into her oreo shake.
Truthfully Miriam was still mad at Jack. He knew that one of her biggest pet peeves is when someone questioned her intelligence and made her feel like she’s incompetent when she wasn't. Sure she got scammed out of a lot of money, but she was able to fix it. She was more embarrassed that he was able to see that she got played and instead of reassuring her that it’s something that could happen to anyone, he scolded her.
Jack reached over and shook her shoulder. “We’re home.” he said.
She nodded and put the receipt in her book to save her spot. She got out and followed behind him. The ride up the elevator was silent; they were on their phones. When they reached the floor to his place, Miriam went straight to the living room, but Jack caught her arm. She looked up to his apologetic blue eyes.
“What?” she sighed defeatedly.
“I am sorry for how I responded. It was shitty of me to talk down to you as if you were a child. You don’t deserve that and I apologize.”
Miriam couldn’t hold back her tears and teared up immediately. She turned away, but pulled her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and cried. Jack rubbed her back, letting her cry until she felt better.
“I’m sorry for acting like a baby.” she said quietly.
“You shouldn’t have to be apologizing. You're not the one who acted like an idiot.” Jack reassured her, leaning down to kiss her.
“Honestly, if your car got messed up I would have just bought you a new one.” she said, pulling away to get her milkshake.
Jack smirked. “With what money? You spent it all on premium air.”
“You’re not getting any tonight.” she deadpanned.
He feigned offense, pouting he asked, “Then how am I supposed to make it up to you?”
“Figure it out, Mr. I have solutions for everything.”
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you wouldn't be the first renegade (to need somebody)
The lie eats at Ariana for days. She knows she’s wrong, that she should be honest with Jett and the rest of the team but she can’t bring herself to do it.
Not with Grace breathing down her back, watching her every move.
- Ariana struggles with ending her friendship with Grace, and her feelings for Jett.
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The lie eats at Ariana for days. She knows she’s wrong, that she should be honest with Jett and the rest of the team but she can’t bring herself to do it.
Not with Grace breathing down her back, watching her every move.
I just want to be part of the team, she thinks to herself before remembering that she’s the reason she isn’t.
It hurts, knowing this. She wants to be able to get frings with Jett, and to hang out with Adele and Olive and to watch movies with A-Troupe, but Grace won’t let her.
And the harder she tries to pull away, the tighter Grace’s grip gets.
“You can’t leave me,” Grace tells her, “or you’ll be like everyone else.”
Logically, Ariana knows it’s not true, that their friendship isn’t healthy, that it isn’t real anymore.
But she sees Grace’s pale blue eyes tear up and all the courage she’s built to stand up for herself disappears - like Presley.
It’s after her fifth and failed attempt at giving up her friendship with Grace that Ariana finds herself in Studio A, dancing through her feelings.
The pop song playing in her airpods keeps out any thoughts as she twirls and flips around the room, pulling random improv from her head. Her anxiety is alight, like a live-wire flowing through her.
She ends in a calypso leap, her chest heaving when she hears footsteps. She looks up, the blood rushing to her head as her eyes meet Jett’s. She takes out her headphones as Jett speaks.
“Hi.” Jett says, and Ariana gulps for air as she starts to calm down. Jett doesn’t look like herself with her hair down.
Her hair frames her face in loose curls rather than her usual tight french braids. She’s in a green satiny dress with halter straps, and wow Ariana knew she was muscular but holy shit.
Jett looks different almost, prettier. Not that she wasn’t already pretty.
“Hi.” Ariana says breathlessly, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Your uh, your hair is down?” She asks and Jett reaches for a loose lock, as if she had forgotten it wasn’t up.
“Oh yeah. I have my cousin’s debut - her 18th birthday party tonight. My mom’s getting off from work early to pick me up so I can go to Chesa’s to get ready.”
Ariana nods shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “You look nice. All fancy.”
Jett laughs, “Better hope my titas agree.”
Ariana laughs as well. They don’t speak for a moment before Jett walks over to her. “You okay?”
For a moment Ariana forgets that she had been frustrated before, just soaking in Jett’s energy.
“Yeah. I mean no,” Ariana says, her cheeks heating up under Jett’s scrutinizing gaze, “it’s hard to leave friendships. When they aren’t healthy y’know?”
Jett hums, wiping her hands on her skirt. “Yeah. I do. But I think you’re making the right choice. You deserve people who care about you.”
The like me, is unsaid, but Ari hears it all the same. Jett steps closer, and Ariana freezes, her heart pounding. The shorter girl takes her hand, squeezing it three times.
“You’re a good person Ari, and you’re my best friend. I love you y’know that right?”
Ariana nods. “I love you too.” Their eyes meet for a second before Jett’s phone dings, and she looks down at it. “My mom’s outside. I’ll see you on Monday!”
She squeezes Ariana’s hand one last time before running off, and Ari watches as her hair flows behind her as she leaves studio A.
She knows she has to do it. She has to tell Jett the truth, and soon.
Or she’ll be royally screwed.
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Teenage Dirtbag- 3
Here is part 3!
A bit short but we are getting to the good stuff soon.
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Warnings- swearing, misogyny, asshole Harry, manipulation mention
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He was late.
Y/N was seething internally. Again. A-fucking-gain, he was late to their tutoring session and it was only the second time. This was not going to work with her.
Like clockwork, she was packing up her books when he sauntered over with that obnoxious fucking smirk on his face. This time there was two drinks in the tray he held in his hand, balancing it as he plucked his airpod from his ear and stuffed it in his pocket. Today he wore another damn shirt with their football team logo on it that clung to his form, showing his pectorals and biceps off. It was a thinner white tee so she saw hints of the tattoos that were underneath as well as the ones on his arm.
It infuriated her how attractive he was for such a dick.
His shorts were looser but gave a glimpse into toned legs, impossibly so. With tattoos- she couldn’t make out the bit of ink that was more concentrated on his thigh when the shorts shifted as he walked, but he definitely had some scribbles near his knees. Christ… it was annoying. She wished he was at the very least, not her exact type on paper. Well- the type she craved. Maybe not what she actually dated.
Her face was unimpressed as he approached but he had caught her under his sunglasses, a smirk set on his face widening as he placed the backpack down on the table’s bench with an unceremonious thud. “Hello, gorgeous.” He tried again, placing the tray down on the table. The hat on his head was flipped backwards in an obnoxious way. Why was it hot?
“Don’t use that on me. I’m leaving.” Her words were cold, continuing to place papers away in her folder before a large, tanned hand slapped itself down on the sheets. Fury built up in her body that she attempted to simmer down, taking a deep breath as she followed the shadow up and blinked a few times at him.
“No, come on. M’sorry I’m late, lovely. I just remembered to grab you a drink this time and the barista wouldn’t stop talkin’ to me. I didn’t want to be rude, You know?” He crooned, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. Probably was said barista. He had found her cute in the shop and charmed her a bit with his extra tip so he had the cake pop to place in front of Y/N.
“Look. It’s a bunny.” The coo left his lips, trying to entice her. He had found her affinity for them in instagram and it had its desired effect when he saw her eyes soften a little bit at the pink coated chocolate cake thing. Thank god for his low key stalking skills! “Almost as cute as you but… those are big shoes to fill, hm?”
“Harry.” She steeled over her face again, looking up at his sun glasses. He couldn’t even take them off to talk to her? Just had to look at her all smug and like he could manipulate her? “I appreciate the gesture. But I can not do this. I can’t have you be late and try and flirt with me. I rejected you twice. Don’t make me do it a third time. If you seriously want to work, I will help you. But you’re being disrespectful of my time and patience. I’ve overlooked it all to come help you today, but said patience is growing exceptionally thin and I don’t think a cake pop can smooth it over. I want to help you, but you’re making it hard.”
Mostly because they said it would take a while to find him a new tutor and as much as he irritated her, Y/N didn’t want him to fail.
“Y/N.” Harry sighed, sitting down and pulling the sunglasses off. He took her smaller hand in his own and tried to charm her with his smile. “I’ll be on time next time. Okay? But I can’t help flirting with you.” He murmured. “So pretty, and very smart. I’ve asked around about you, you know?”
She stiffened, and Harry winced. It was supposed to be flattering but it had the opposite effect.
“So you just asked everyone about me to see how you can charm your way into my pants?” She snarled back, ripping her hand from his. “Harry… that’s fucking weird.” And she didn’t like the way his hand made her heart rate pick up and stomach rumble. She hated him. She had to.
“Hey! Who said anything about that.” He gave a faux scoff. “Y/N, lovely, I have a lot of options.” The cockiness made her wrinkle her nose up. “I have lots of them. Male, female, non binary, whoever I want. Of course I want to get into your pants, that isn’t a secret. But I’m not desperate.” He was. He wouldn’t want anything else until he got with her. It was a rude awakening he’d had with his cock inside a talented redhead’s mouth just last night, all while thinking of her angry gaze.
“Could have fooled me.” The girl muttered. “You don’t realize how unattractive that sounds. It isn’t confidence. It’s cocky. I do not want you, Harry.” She snapped, glaring heated at him. Though their eye contact said otherwise. Dipping down to his lips and back to his eyes.
“I think you do.” The tone was softer than hers, a self assured look on his face as he leaned back and took his drink out of the tray, handing her the other. The whipped cream on top melted slightly, the condensation wet on his hands as his fingers brushed her wrist. “I’m willing to wait, though. Patience isn’t my strong suit. But I’ll willing to wait until you snap.”
The arrogance, the fucking gall of this motherfucker. Y/N was fuming, about to snap back that she was done and that he could fuck himself- but he grabbed her folder and pulled it towards him, reading some of the paper.
“Now we can start. I really need help on this latest chapter…”
“Harry, we can’t-“
“Please, Y/N?” The words hit her in the stomach, and again she felt mad at how easily she wanted to fold when she met his eyes. “I need to pass so I can stay on the team. If I don’t… we could lose the season. I’m the best player- not being cocky, but it’s true. Our next few games are vital and if I’m benched because I can’t pass anything…. We will lose for sure. it would be very bad. Not only for me, but the school and other teams could lose funding.”
Lies. But Harry wasn’t above a slight guilt trip. If he had to lay it on a bit thick to keep her in his clutches, he would.
“Fine.” She snapped, irritatedly rubbing her temples. “Only for the other players.” There was no denying Harry was the best and they truly did need him, though she wouldn’t ever give him that satisfaction. “When you pass, you make sure they know it was because of me.” She couldn’t let other people suffer at the hands of him. This was enough. Though it infuriated her to her core, she didn’t hate the man. Found him infurrerable? Yes. Wanted to teach him manners instead of the textbooks? Absolutely. Was she irritated beyond belief that she found such a shallow asshole attractive? You fucking bet.
But she wasn’t about to make every other student athlete pay for his sins. At least, with that picture he painted.
“Who’s the arrogant one now, princess?” Harry grinned at her fire. God, she was fucking hot. Maybe he had a bit of a degrading or humiliation kink but the way she spoke to him got him hot.
“Still you, prince not so fucking charming. Open your book.”
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Episode 37 - The Charming Justiciars
🌟SOIS, 🔥LE FEU🔥 ET 🌍LA 🌍TERRE🌍, 🌊L'EAU🌊 ET ✨LA ✨POUSSIÈRE✨,
HÉRO MAGRÉ TOI!!!!!!!!!🔊🔊🔊🎶🌌🌍🌊🔥🌟
Me wanting Kerubim dead is old news, but I want to reiterate that fact. My brother in Christ, it's your fucking fault that he has it in the first place.
Joris is kind of a dummy for not figuring out that everything in this house kills people yet. Though he is seven. I can forgive that.
KILL HIM SIMONE.
Also, YES, this implies that she HAS talked to him about this shit. And he still hasn't stopped doing this!! Even after what happened with Heads for No Tails!!! God, I can't stand him.
Even he knows that they usually were.
I want to say the obvious thing in advance: This period of their life happened after the whole drag and memory loss debacle.
This is the health that becoming girl best friends brings to a relationship (and seeing your boyfriend in a drag?). Who would have thought?
Gods are punishing him for his hubris. DIE old man spine.
The way Joris says "Aïe" here is very cute.
Kill him, laugh at him, bully him, Simone. It's what he deserves.
From him playing golf, to the fucking,,, image of them in a heart on Luis, to her getting a suntan in the middle of a field, this image is so funny... They are so poor-people-who-got-rich coded.
Luis also has a dedicated fishing spot, with a built-in rod, which is interesting. We've actually seen this idea in a Dofus Movie concept art I've showed earlier.
Also, here is a yet another sign of their relationship being healthier now: She has absolutely no negative reaction to him saying he "likes princesses" and even teases him about liking to save them. Cute.
Lou probably is a Lovecraft and Junji Ito fan. Good for her, good for her. Also, another instance of Kerubim demonstrating his deep and undying love for eating fish. This, too, is cute.
Just as the last few times: this is the same city Kerubim grew up in, Amakna, — or, at least, the assets for it are used here, and that gives me enough data to come to this conclusion.
They are very "poor people who got rich and are now preaching about healthy lifestyles" coded. I know people like this. They're always this sillywhacky in conversations with one another. They probably have iphones and airpods at home.
Good for them. They're silly and happy together. That's all that matters.
...If I fumbled the bag so badly that a woman like this left me, I'd be inconsolable for the next 30–60 years too.
No wonder Kerubim developed clinical depression about it. God.
Humidity puts long haired cats at a risk of matting. So probably not, Keke.
Yeah, they are so... coded. Kerubim would get into health stuff after going to a psycheward rehab. And he would probably get Lou into it too. Or she'd get into it to help him, or whatever.
Couples will do anything except go to therapy.
Yet another Kerubim fish eater moment.
God, I wish I could drink whatever she's having.
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I was listening to “You’re Losing Me” for the first time in a while and there are so many subtle things in the production that scratch sn itch in my brain and add richness to the storytelling.
Obviously the pulsing heartbeat in the background is on the nose. But I’m struck by the audible gasp before the second chorus and everything goes quiet for a beat — like she’s flatlining and she’s taken her last breath. The whole verse is about how she feels as though she’s dying — her face is grey, they’re sick, he’s running down the hallway because he’s about to lose her on the table because he’s too late.
I’m not sure if these are the official lyrics or just my ears, but after that chorus, as the two lines repeat before the bridge, I love the push-pull between “stop” and the echo of “stay”. (It very clearly sounds like “stay” to me on my car stereo and AirPods, and AZLyrics has those two lines as “Stop (Stay) 'cause you're losing me,” but Lyrics Genius just has “stop,” so 🤷♀️) It encapsulates everything about the story: how she wants him to stop what he’s doing because it’s hurting her (in other words, go back to when they were happy) and she wants him to stop what he’s doing because it’s too late and they can’t be fixed (e.g. she doesn’t want to hear his last-ditch apologies because the relationship is as dead as she feels inside).
Yet the stop/stay echo betrays her resolve. She asks him to stop, but in the next breath whispers to stay. Because the crux of the song is that she doesn’t know what to do; one second she’s ready for it to be over, the next she’s grasping onto the last straws of the life they built. She wants to go, but she also wants him to stay and make it better. All he has to do is stay. For her. (If he doesn’t choose her, he’ll lose her.)
And the next bit that’s sitting with me is the very end. Throughout the rest of the song, the chorus goes, “I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore for you.” As though his actions have broken her down and she can’t give him another chance, or they can’t come back from this. He’s broken her heart and he can’t fix it. But the last line is more chilling, because it ends on, “My heart won’t start anymore,” without an outro. The implication isn’t just that her heart has been broken by him, it’s that she is broken— for good and for the last time. She’s gone. With all the other imagery in the song about illness and death, it’s an extremely somber note to end on. This is the battle she won’t come back from. She’s on the table. There is no more pulse by the last line because it took its last beat.
There are so many layers to this song and I know a lot of the discussion centres on the bridge (with good reason), but the verses/chorus paint such a dark, painful picture. It’s like the bubbling anger and resentment of the bridge are the last bit of fight she has left in her, but in the end she loses the war.
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kang hyewon. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , miyeon go , most likely listening to imagining by rina sawayama with their airpods pro . the twenty three gained quite a reputation , known to be -overly dramatic yet +charismatic to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about doodles filling up every spare space on a page , teddy bears cluttering a room , staying up too late gaming , followed by ariana grande cloud eau de parfum . latest nepoupdates article talks about how she cried on stream because someone said she had to be cheating , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .
* ✼ ʾ information . . .
name : miyeon go. nickname : mimi, mims, yeon. faceclaim : kang hyewon. date of birth : november 18th 1999. age : twentythree. zodiac : scorpio sun , pisces moon , scorpio rising. gender : cisfemale. pronouns : she / her. sexuality : bisexual , no preference. place of birth : chicago , illonois. occupation : university student studying animations, twitch streamer.
+ deeply emotional , strong sense of loyalty , creative , imaginative , determined , passionate. - secretive , bad at being vulnerable , lonely , needy , painfully stubborn. hobbies : playing dating simulators , drawing / doodling , watching movies especially rom-coms and animated films. habits : picking at her lip + the skin around her fingers , speaking without thinking in every situation , not drinking enough water.
* ✼ ʾ history . . .
on a stormy night not long after miyeon was born , her father was out buying things for the newborn baby when his life was taken by a reckless driver. from that moment on , with no other family to help in raising a child , her mother became a parent all on her own. she would work multiple jobs all hours of the day in order to provide for mimi but the one thing she didn't get much of was that familial bond , love , and affection that she craved.
mimi spent most of her childhood and teens focused solely on studying and making sure that her grades were perfect , leaving little time to make friends or socialize outside of time she spent gaming and communicating with people online. she rarely got along with her classmates and was often bullied for her blunt and brash attitude and a lack of care to read a room. still , she made sure to stay out of trouble and mostly took care of herself. eventually she was able to get a scholarship thanks to her hardwork and the portfolio she had built over time from teaching herself how to animate and draw.
she made the move to new york to begin her studies and she had hoped that while being away , her mother would finally have the chance to take care of herself and slow down with how much she worked but unfortunately tragedy eventually struck again when her mother got sick during miyeon's freshman year of university and passed away. it was strange for mimi ; she was sad about the passing but it was hard to process the feelings since they had never had a tight bond so in a way it was like mourning a distant relative who she knew she should feel more strongly about. part of her has never properly grieved the loss , never having actually made sense of all her feelings and instead pushing it away to focus on taking care of herself fully alone for the first time.
during this transition period , she started to take her streaming far more seriously and was surprised to find that her already decent following began to grow much larger. at first she mostly played silly games like dating simulators and roleplay games but eventually she would get into fps games and that would be the majority of where her viewers came from. with a much larger following now , she finds herself with opportunities to appear in music videos and even model.
headcanon one : rarely possesses a filter and often times comes off far more stupid or ditzy that she actually is due to speaking in more of a stream of concious way
headcanon two : has a bad habit in relationships of thinking she can fix people and is the type to stay until there is no other option
headcanon three : her favorite animal is the bear and she collects teddy bears , especially from different places she travels but that's not all the plushies she has
headcanon four : her favorite movie is how to train your dragon and she can and will talk your ear off about it , she thinks it's a cinematic masterpiece and will not take any other opinion
headcanon five : she loves pokemon but barely knows anything about it , she picks her favorites based on vibes and vibes alone and does not care if people call her a fake fan cause she's here for a good time
headcanon six : she never learned how to cook and cannot cook to save her life , she could burn water
* ✼ ʾ connections . . .
open plot ... ( 2 / 2+ ) : gaming friends ! self explanatory but mostly muses that miyeon would game with either as a group or just the two of them. taken by joey , drew , more to be added.
open plot ... ( 1 / 2+ ) : pen pals ! honestly more like e - friends instead of pen pals so just people she has mostly known from being online and has either only recently met or haven't met yet. taken by drew.
open plot ... ( 1 / 2+ ) : best friends ! muses that she's especially close with. they might not know everything there is to know about her but they at least are close. taken by elias , more to be added.
open plot ... ( 0 / 1 ) : first relationship ! this relationship started off online around the time she was in high school and then when they met it just got more toxic and unhealthy in mostly small ways. their relationship ended because of the other muse but the two of them were equally unhealthy with each other in different ways. taken by tristan.
open plot ... ( 0 / 2+ ) : other relationships ! her relationships weren't always toxic or unhealthy , sometimes they just didn't work out. they could still be friends or they could be completely uninterested in speaking to each other again. taken by nobody.
open plot ... ( 2 / 1+ ) : roommates ! she doesn't come from money and although she gets a decent amount from streaming , most of it goes to bills and university tuition so it would make more sense for her to need to live with someone else or multiple people. taken by elias + mikayla.
taken plot ... ( 1 / 1 ) : scary dog + black cat dynamic ! the two tend to be total terrors together and are vaguely chaotic in the best way. taken by harlowe.
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Sincerely, Your Ex
Yes its angst. Yes its a what if. Yes my asks are open. No I don't do smut. Yes in this Jae will be cheated on by some rando guy and she goes to Donnie for support. Donnie uses Jaes phone to break up with th boy for them.
Nonbinary Jae supremacy.
Jae unlocked the door of the shared apartment of them and their boyfriend. They shut the door holding groceries and called out
"Jack? Jack!?"
They put the groceries and their keys on table and knocked on the bedroom door. Maybe...maybe he was sleeping. They opened the door to see some girl and Jack in their bed fully naked. Jack looked over and smirked
"so your back from your fuck session with those turtle freaks?"
Jae was taken aback and shook their head.
"they aren't freaks for one and two I'm not interested in any of them! They are like brothers"
Jack rolled his eyes and Jae pushed passed him. They began packing all their stuff and the stuff they had bought Jack. A laptop, airpods, jewelry. Jack tried stopping them and they pulled out their katana
"I bought you this shit it's rightfully mine! I wasted money, time, affection and love on you, your a sick bastard I hope the foot take you and get killed in an experiment"
They snarled and grabbed their bags. The girl stood up looking guilty. The girl helped Jae out to the car and explained he said he was single and he said the girl in the photo was his brothers girlfriend. Jae looked at the girl sympathetically
"I wouldn't stay with him if i were you"
The girl nodded and Jae left. straight away they went to the sewers and dumped their stuff in the room that had been built just for them if they needed a place to stay. Jae went to Donnie's lab tears in their eyes. Donnie instantly knew it was to do with Jack and hugged Jae. Jae sobbed into his plastron and he let them. They pulled away and he took their phone.
Jae: hey Jack.
Jack: what do you want you slut.
Jae: I just wanted to say thank you for opening my eyes. You know. I'm with the turtles right now. And. I'm not gonna lie they are better than you. Donnie knows all about you. Where you live, your criminal record, how you use to do drugs. I'm so glad to have gotten away from an asshole. Please refrain from talking to me again. Oh and by the way this will be all over the news. And don't try hiding the evidence we can see you right now. The police will be arriving shortly.
not so sincerely, your Ex.
Jae looked at Donnie and smiled. He always knew what to do. And true to his word the police went to jack's house to find an overabundance of drugs class A and B aswell. It was all over the news of his arrest and how he had used women for money. They smiled and reset everything they had bought him.
Months go by and Jae permanently moves in with the boys. Not of their time was spent in Donnie's lab talking science with him. Donatello's brothers caught onto his feelings for Jae and knew what they had to do.
One night while the two were talking the lab door locked shut. Jae thought nothing of it until they needed to take their meds. They tried opening the door and started panicking. No matter how much they and Donnie tried opening the door it wouldn't. Donnie banged on it and yelled about Jaes meds. Yikes the boys hadn't thought this through. The doors were opened and Jae ran out to their bag frantically searching for their meds. The boys (Minus Donnie) received scolding and time in the hashi. Donnie apologized to much. Jae said it was ok and took their meds. Finally Donnie held Jaes hand and looked at her.
"I love you"
They both looked shocked as they spoke at the same tim then began laughing. They may be nerds but they were meant to be.
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elizabeth gillies. she / her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , giorgia "gigi" mariano godfrey , most likely listening to feature me by flo with their airpods pro . the twenty eight year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -forthright yet +venturesome to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the perpetual appearance of being ready for a high-end photoshoot , the breathtaking view of a city from a luxurious penthouse at night , countless luggage bags that could fill out an entire private jet and the sound of dark red stilettos clicking on a marble floor , followed by poison by dior . latest nepoupdates article talks about the london-born socialite returning to new york for a fresh start from her modelling career — will it be a permanent stay this time? ( true ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .
♡ ◞ statistics.
full name: giorgia cosetta godfrey. nickname: gigi, coined by her mother. date of birth: august 16th, 1995 ( 28 years old ). zodiac sign: leo. place of birth: london, england. current location: new york city, new york. gender: cis woman, uses she / her pronouns. sexuality: pansexual. languages: english ( native, spoken with a british accent ), italian ( native ), french, spanish & greek ( all conversational ). father: michael godfrey, estranged. mother: noemi godfrey ( née mariano ), deceased. stepmother: eleanor godfrey ( née thompson ).
♡ ◞ bits and bops.
character tropes: the wild child, the bellwether. traits: charming, passionate, venturesome, reckless, blunt, hedonistic. likes: travelling, her pet cat cara, shopping sprees, fancy sports cars, the colour red, flirting with anyone and everyone. dislikes: falling back into old habits, rehab, small talk, waking up early, her stepmother.
♡ ◞ background.
trigger warning/s: parental death, underage drinking, alcohol abuse
giorgia godfrey was showered with love from her parents from the moment she took her first breath. the only child of michael and noemi godfrey, the two always ensured that giorgia would get everything she wanted and needed. to guarantee their daughter would have a bright future, they arranged for her to form friendships around the world at a young age, hoping it would make her become accustomed to their lavish lifestyle.
the frequent trips in private jets made giorgia start to consider the world as her second home. travelling every other weekend allowed her to blossom socially, and although her father owned a sports car company, giorgia was more attracted to fashion and arts. this stemmed from the days she trailed behind her mother in elegant dresses, greeting others in the same social circles as they readied themselves to host charity galas or to view the latest art exhibition.
everything changed when giorgia's mother passed away when she was sixteen. the constant flights and exquisite parties stopped when she realized it wouldn't fill the hole in her heart. in an attempt to deal with her grief, giorgia found solace in drinking alcohol, severely damaging her health throughout the next two years. hanging around bad crowds swiftly became a regular thing for giorgia, oblivious to the fact that she was throwing away the very life that her parents had built for her.
by some miracle ( her father's lucrative connections ), she was able to graduate from the expensive international high school she was enrolled in. the second her mortarboard was thrown in the air, michael had giorgia's bags packed and sent her to the airport. she would never forget the sensation of her father's lips on her forehead by the steps of the plane, telling her that he was helping her and that travelling the world again would help her mourn.
and so giorgia travelled once more. although she visited many cities, nothing quite left an impact on her like new york did. she adored the vibrant lights of manhattan; the beauty of it as a whole. when giorgia turned twenty, she felt as if she was finally recovering from her grief. when she landed back in london, she found out that michael had already started a new life without her — with a fiancée that he barely knew. furious, giorgia began exhibiting destructive behavior again. she could hardly remember a day when she was sober in what were supposed to be the prime years of her life.
the turning point came when giorgia was twenty-four. she met someone who would eventually become the love of her life. she had fallen hard for them, but she knew she couldn't let them into her life without it ending in flames due to her harmful ways — so she made an effort to change. she went to therapy, months spent in rehabilitation centers to battle her alcohol addiction. her relationship with the love of her life eventually ended as it wasn't meant to be, but she was still grateful that they had pushed her for her own growth.
after her final stage of recovery at the age of twenty-six, giorgia was determined to never step foot in a rehabilitation center again. her father's wedding coming near served as a reminder that her late mother's presence was slowly fading away from her life. london no longer felt like home. she felt desperate to travel again, and despite michael's best efforts to get her to stay, giorgia went away to live with her mother's family in milan.
in italy, she slowly rediscovered her passion for fashion, which had always been a part of her upbringing. offers from various fashion brands to be a model came in, yet giorgia ultimately chose dior as it had been her mother's signature brand. although modelling had become as easy as breathing to her, soon she found her new calling — the opportunity to advance her fashion career in the united states as an influencer. with encouragement from the maternal side of her family, giorgia decided to relocate to new york, the city that she fell in love with so many years ago.
♡ ◞ personality + headcanons.
already established above, but giorgia is an absolute social butterfly. she's very good at making people feel comfortable in her company, and does her best to get people she just met to open up to her. ( this is not always a positive thing though, as she used her extroversion to mix in with bad crowds in high school — and also got her stepmother to reveal hidden secrets so that she could use it to her own advantage lol. )
giorgia is extremely connected with her italian roots, as a way of honouring her mother. she has multiple tattoos in italian, including her mother's name on her left wrist ( more to be found here ). she is also fluent in italian as her mother taught her and used to speak it with her.
she uses her mother's maiden name mariano as her own surname as another way to honour her, and giorgia also knows that this irks her father which motivates her to use it even more.
she is super blunt and can't shut up sometimes, which makes her comes across as insensitive when she actually has the best intentions at heart! she just needs to learn how to close her mouth lmao
retail therapy galore. has dozens of bags, countless pairs of shoes and tons of shit in her closet. do NOT bring her shopping as she will buy everything under the sun and will convince you to do it too.
absolutely mean in the morning. definition of a night owl. do not wake her up before 10am or she will braid your arteries.
she's been sober for about three years now, and even though the craving for alcohol persists, she refuses to have a single sip of anything, even beer. very open about her past and battle with addiction, advocates for addiction awareness on her social media, wherever and whenever she can.
♡ ◞ wanted connections.
first relationship — they could've dated in high school, but when noemi passed, giorgia could've shut them out and this relationship ended on bad terms.
best friends — i need her a girl squad! so gigi is the one that tried ( albeit unsuccessfully ) to influence them to act out over the years, but they are the ones who pull her from going too far over the edge.
previous hookups / exes — since she travelled the world a lot, giorgia would have had many one-night stands and flings. ( please and thank u!! )
enemies
bad / good influence
unlikely friends
flirtationship
always open for plotting, feel free to dm!!
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i was hoping to ask for a bad matchup if your still open!!! if not it’s fine:>
you can call me m!
some things about me include^^
im 5’5, she/her, scorpio/infj, i struggle a lot with my sexuality:(( i also have bpd if that helps<3
i tend to be quite a quiet person if you don’t know me and it takes me a while to warm up to people. i like physical contact but only when i initiate it bc it scares me so much:(( but then im also a pussy LMAO
i have a sarcastic personality and ive always been told im a bubbly girl. i do have bad trust issues and have had quite the rough upbringing, due to that i have quite low self esteem and body image. i would also say im quite a compulsive liar, it sounds bad but it’s something i can help.
some things i actually enjoy would be reading, baking/cooking, health/biology, psychology, orthodoxy/catholicism and i am taking law in college which could be a good pointer!!! i have quite a morally grey stand on things and criminology has always interested my morbid curiosity.
look wise!!! i have short black dyed hair, brown/blue eyes (i hv heterochromia), a bumpy nose!!!, very pale skin, im rather slim but i am honestly built like an airpod😭 further on both my arms and legs r a quite scarred, ive learned to live with it but they never go unnoticed yk:( i also tend to dress rather modestly? long dresses/skirts. sometimes ill wear jeans or baggy trousers though!!!
THANKYOU SO MUCH^^
I HOPE THIS ISNT 2 MUCH😭😭😭🫶🏻
hi m! i am still open! here's that matchup :)
tbh i think yosano and you would be cute together
i've actually seen people not liking her and tbh i love her and think she's an icon, and i think you two would be so iconic together! she would take such an interest in your hobbies/interests and tbh i think you both would be up into SUCH late hours of the night discovering all you can about them. she'd understabnd the trust issues and tbh she has them too, so nothing owuld be pushed or rushed unless you both were cool with it and had talkjed about it beforehand. she'd think you're cute and would ast first struggle with the physical contact, wanting to hug you and kiss you and all that, but as soon as you state you aren't comfortable with it and she understands, she'd be the type to be super respectful and scream at ppl who get too close but don't touch you. yosano can see through lies like she can see through windows so lying to her and getting away with it would be hard. and she'd be the type to hype you up a bunch so she would definitely support you there as well! i think you two would be cute together <3
a/n: BUILT LIKE AN AIRPOD PLS THAT'S SO CLEVER- njsnnf i love this sm
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Sunday Mar 5 2023
- grateful for quick learning excel for stupid data analysis. but ability to google and tinker and figure things out. learning abotu myself brute forcing vs plannig ahead to be more efficient
- grateful for going to ymca and spendign 2 hours there! feels like childhood but i guess feels familiar and safe. sososo grateful for my relationship built w ahma since being at home more which feels like one of my few ties left to my culture roots. eating in the kitchen and seeing her eat a lot makes me grateful she still has appetite and good health. grateful she has no shame cutting her hair in th elocker room, and that we communicate well and she is aware/considerate of our own life sometimes too. grateful she walks home and gives me fruits and is just so CAPABLE!!! GRATEFUL SHE LIKES MY LEMON BARS AND ATE 2
- grateful to play basketball with airpods at the gym, felt zoned out and was so fun to have space to practice shot after shot. grateful for my athleticism despite not actually playing bball since middle school! grateful for muscle memory developing and being able to make decent shots
- grateful for showering early and having the rest of the evening free! finished physical 100 which was so inspiring! grateful for how far tv production has come to feed us such interesting content
- grateful for walking to see ming and mom and curry pizza house to chat casually before ming left. family obligations are high but honestly always enjoyable and a good time! feels safe and loving
- grateful for andy being down to get high, do a small trip to whole foods, EAT FROM THE COOKIE BAR!!! so exciting btu i would never do it alone, always so nice to have someone to share cookie with <3
- grateful for scrolling cable tv and deciding on shows together: whose line is it anyway, world pro ski, wipeout, naked and afraid with educational facts from discovery channel
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Can you do a dating Choi Namra from All of us are dead headcanons?
sure! this is my first thing i'm posting for all of us are dead, so hopefully you all enjoy it!!
gn!reader
dating choi namra headcanons
namra has definitely built up walls, so it's hard to even form a friendship with her. she doesn't want people to get close to her because she has a lot of anxieties and worries
you're persistent though and you won't give up until she takes those earbuds out of her ears and looks at you when you talk
eventually she starts talking to you more often, and she quickly develops a crush on you. for someone so smart, she has no idea what she's feeling. her hands are sweaty, she can barely look you in the eye, and her heart speeds up at just the thought of you
eventually she realizes that these feelings aren't anxiety, they're attraction. sometimes when you're in class, she can't take her eyes off of the back of your head. she won't show a smile, but her mind is filled with thoughts of you
she confesses first to get it out of the way, and you almost don't believe her. she hides how she feels so well, but when she looks anxiously down at her feet and her hair falls into her eyes, your heart melts
you're officially a couple then. she won't tell anyone that you're together, not because she's embarrassed, but because she's worried about being teased by her classmates
you let it slip and the two of you are teased, but you're generally supported by your friends and classmates. you'll be caught by your teachers looking at her, mouthing words to her during quizzes or assignments
"what's the answer to number 4?"
she'll just shake her hear, hiding her face in her shoulder to try to prevent anyone from seeing her smile
you're the only person in the world who makes her feel so warm. she doesn't know how to explain it, but the way you love her for her makes her feel so many emotions all at once
namra really likes being alone, but you're the only exception to that. she'll give you one of her airpods and you'll switch back and forth on what song you'll listen to. you'll exchange smiles at each other from across the room and if anyone sees it they'll tease you relentlessly
she'll always listen to you talk about your interests, no matter what they are. she knows how it feels to be ignored and she never wants you to feel that way. if no one's paying attention to you in any situation, she will
she isn't big on pda. she won't mind a side hug but that's all you'll get from her in public. in private she's more lenient with affection after she gets used to it. she loves feeling your hand in here, it grounds her and calms her down when she needs it
there are some moments when— in public— namra will grab ahold of your hand and just play with your fingers. she won't look up at you, and you always know what's wrong. she gets overwhelmed easily, so you pull her off to the side and let her calm down
she's never felt the way you make her feel before, and she can't ever imagine loving someone else the way she loves you
you said i love you first, though. she was too scared to say it because she worried you wouldn't feel the same
#all of us are dead#all of us are dead x reader#aouad#aouad x reader#choi nam ra#choi namra#choi namra x reader#choi nam ra x readee#nam ra#namra#nam ra x reader#namra x reader
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sweet like the thunder on my tongue
pairing: willex
word count: 2786
tw for light swearing
It tumbles out of his mouth before he could even think about it: “But I don’t have any powers.”
Caleb smirks. “And who told you that?”
or, in which willie realizes his true strength.
taglist is in the reblogs, fic is under the cut!
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“Willie?”
The skater’s head pops up, cutting off the conversation he was having to look over at his boss.
“Can I see you for a moment? In my office?” Caleb gestures toward the stairwell.
Wordlessly, Willie follows him, only growing concerned when they walk right past the office and towards another room at the end of the hall which he’d never paid any mind to before. Was that door even there before? “Caleb, what’s going on?”
Caleb opened the door to the room and ushered him inside-- well, more shoved, but who is Willie to talk back to him right now-- while all Willie could do was look around and wait for Caleb to say something. The room was dark-- pitch black, actually, and he couldn’t see anything inside. He could now barely see his own hands, if not for the single hanging light above Caleb’s head as he stood in the hallway still, blocking the doorframe. With a wave of his fingers, Caleb pushed Willie down into some kind of, apparently, vantablack chair, metal clamps fastening around his wrists as soon as he reached the seat. Caleb leaned against the doorframe, seemingly inspecting his nails. “You’ve betrayed me, William.”
Willie steels himself, squeezing his eyelids shut, and replies, “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His efforts to cover his tracks were pitiful, to be completely honest. He wasn’t sure how much energy he had left at that point; before he’d met the band— before he’d met Alex— he thought that the best thing about the afterlife was that he could do what he wanted for as long as he wanted, day in and day out, as long as he came back to the club to do the shows. But now, his entire perspective has been shaken up, and he’s honestly gotten sick of doing the same things every single day. Why should he go see the same sights he’s seen since 1983 when he could be screaming in a museum, or stealing an entire fucking bus, or anything that can actually make a connection between him and another person?
Except, now he can’t even do that anymore. His connections are gone. They all crossed over (except for Julie, who never saw him in the first place), and he was left to his own devices, again. Willie isn’t sure what else there is for him to do, and in all transparency, if he hasn’t figured out his unfinished business yet, he doubts he ever will. Caleb putting him out of his misery now would probably just save him a lot of trouble.
“Don’t be coy,” Caleb jabs at him, standing up straight. “After all I’ve done for you? I gave you a place to stay, food to eat, things to do, and this is how you repay me? You help my recruits escape?”
Willie sighs, the helplessness beginning to overwhelm him. “What does it matter, anyway? They’ve crossed over, you don’t have competition anymore, right?”
“William, the boys are still out there. And they’ve lost their stamps.” Willie freezes. They lost their stamps? Alex is alive— or, at least, as alive as he can be? “Regardless, I have never been worried about competition. Those boys have power, power that could rival my own. I can’t just have that out there in the world, where it could fall into the wrong hands, now, can I?” Caleb sneers, a sickenly sweet smirk on his face.
Furrowing his brows, Willie rushes out in reply, “They’re playing in a pop rock band, they’re practically harmless, what could they even—”
“You don’t get it, do you?” Caleb interrupts, his icy eyes boring into Willie’s own.
Willie shuts his mouth and swallows his nerves. And maybe his pride.
Caleb leans forward, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. “I can’t have anyone’s power rival my own. That would steal away my precious audience, my empire that I’ve built over the last hundred years. Every ghost in my club would otherwise be a threat to me, had they not signed away their powers when they sold me their souls. With their powers under my possession, I have full reign over any paranormal capabilities that this world could possibly hold.” He stands back up. “I’ve kept my enemies close, you could say.”
It tumbles out of his mouth before he could even think about it: “But I don’t have any powers.”
Caleb smirks. “And who told you that?”
Willie was looking right at him. He feels no need to answer, and even if he wanted to, his mouth is going dry and there’s a lump in his throat preventing him from doing anything other than remaining still.
“Don’t get your hopes up about the boys still being here, William,” Caleb says after a moment. “They won’t be when you get out.” He slams the door, leaving Willie in the room, with nothing but dark, dark, dark, alone.
***
“Alright, where’s our first stop?” Luke asks as Julie shrugs her backpack over her shoulder and takes a sip from her water bottle. She and the boys were walking down Sunset Boulevard, her with Airpods in so she could talk to the boys without getting odd looks from others. Julie was planning a sleepover with Flynn for the following night, and the boys jumped at the chance to help her run errands, since hanging out in the studio was getting a little boring.
“Can we stop for pizza? I know we can’t eat it, but at least I can smell it!” Reggie pleads, using his puppy dog eyes.
“Reg, that face only works on Luke and Alex. You can smell it tomorrow night when she’s over, yeah?” Julie jokes. “I was thinking—”
A dark, purple smoke appears in front of them, causing them to stumble and still themselves, the boys’ faces all paling once they realize who’s in front of them.
Caleb smiles, sickeningly sweet. “Hello, boys. And you must be Julie.”
***
He has powers.
Willie has powers, and he hadn’t known this entire fucking time.
This guy, who was supposed to be Willie’s mentor for the past, who knows, thirty-ish years now, who he had once looked up to, who had taken him in has his own, who had given him a way to keep track of time again, who somehow knew he had powers that he couldn’t manage on his own, did all of it for his own advantage. He used him to gain more power and control, while making Willie think he cared. Thirty fucking years.
Right now, he’s trapped in this room, yeah, but Willie feels more suffocated by the hurt and confusion surrounding him more than anything else. He can’t stand that Alex and the boys are probably out there right now, about to be destroyed by Caleb, because of him, again. He hates that nearly all of his afterlife has just been a giant fucking lie. And with these stupid new-but-not-really powers, he doesn’t even know where to start. So, he does what he knows best.
Willie screams.
He cries a bit too, but mostly he screams until his voice grows hoarse.
Ever since he passed away, he’s always loved the feeling that grows in his chest when he screams, knowing that he can just take up so much space without anyone (or at least, anyone important) hearing. It hurts sometimes, obviously, but really it just feels like lightning forming in his veins, sparking against his the walls of his skin, ready to burst through.
He doesn’t notice until he takes a gasp for air that this time, it actually has.
Willie gasps again, this time in shock. It’s a bright, brilliant green, wires of light darting across his fingertips and palms. He doesn’t know what to do with it.
Willie squeezes his eyes shut and makes two fists, willing the stinging of the lightning to go away by distracting himself with the stinging of his own fingernails. He realizes then that he’s created light, that he’s given himself a way out, so he reopens his hands and holds them out, looking for the door that Caleb had previously slammed. He spots it and moves to get up, almost forgetting about his arm braces. He curses under his breath, and begins to rack his brain for a way out of them, the green still dancing around his arms.
He screams again.
***
They’d been cornered into an alleyway, which was probably best for any bystander’s sanity, anyway, but it meant that they were trapped by Caleb. Again.
“What do you want with us?” Luke had asked when Caleb first appeared, walking in front of Julie with a guarding arm.
Caleb had sighed in reply, taking a step forward, “Oh, I’ve decided I don’t need you three anymore. You’re not of any use to me, not without your lifer by your side. Without a life source, you’re about as powerful as any other regular ghost. I just need her.”
Luke stood fully in front of Julie then, Reggie and Alex flanking him to protect her. “You will never get to her,” Alex had chimed in, ice in his tone.
“Bold statement from someone who still chooses to hide behind his friends.” Alex had looked down at his shoes in shame, face turning red. “Oh, don’t worry, we all know you’re not brave enough to take me on by yourself,” Caleb chuckled to himself. “Besides, you boys seem to have forgotten how powerful I am— or can we do without the reminder?” Caleb added, lifting his hand as a wisp of purple smoke curled around it.
Now, after putting up a decent fight, they stand against the building as dark purple webs tangle over them, effectively pinning them down. Julie strains against them as they burn into her skin, pointedly not looking at Caleb who is inches away. Caleb puts a finger to her chin, causing her to look into his eyes. Julie sucks on her teeth, willing herself not to cry any more than she already has. “Quite a shame that such talent, such heart has to go to waste,” Caleb says, before his hand begins to glow in a manner that Julie knows could only lead to her demise.
He’s interrupted, however, by a slew of car alarms going off. Caleb swivels his head to look over at the main road, now realizing that it’s… empty?
Almost moving to walk over, Caleb hesitates just enough for the webs’ strength to weaken, and the boys poof out of their hold. They immediately begin trying to pull the web of magic off of Julie, succeeding in doing so once they notice that Caleb’s attention is no longer on them. He’s in the road now, staring down the horizon line.
“He’s distracted now, let’s poof to the studio to buy some time,” Reggie says, but Luke quickly counters, “Julie can’t poof. We would have to go back down the road, anyway.”
While Luke and Reggie are trying to figure out what to do, Julie’s eyes stray over to Alex, who is now peering around the corner of the building, eyebrows furrowed. He suddenly runs over to the road, and Julie calls after him. The three run to catch up to Alex and stand in terror just a few feet behind Caleb, who is still seemingly frozen in place.
They feel it before they can see it.
The hair on their arms and the backs of their necks begin to stand on end, a quiet humming in the atmosphere causing an adrenaline rush kind of energy around them. The humming thrums into a pulse, concentrating around what Caleb must’ve been looking at; a sharp, sparking green light floating in the air down the road. It grows bigger and bigger, until a silhouette suddenly appears in its place, looking at the ground. “Hey, Caleb!”
Alex’s heart stops when he realizes who it is.
Willie looks up from the ground and begins to make his way over, thunderous step by thunderous step. His eyes shine fully in bright green, almost like the lightning inside of him was leaking out. He reaches forward and a beam of crackling light shoots forward, splitting and clasping itself around Caleb’s wrists in constraint. With rumbling intensity, Willie continues, “You lied to me. You’ve been lying to me my entire afterlife, pretending to care. Every time you stamped someone, you told me it was because they would be dangerous otherwise, that you were just ‘protecting the ghost world’, and then you turn and do it to my friends. You’ve hurt me, you’ve hurt the people I care about, and it doesn’t even matter to you. I don’t even want to know the number of other ghosts you’ve screwed over like you have us.” Willie heaves in a breath, his arm beginning to shake as Caleb tries to overpower him with his own powers. “I can’t let you do this anymore.”
Caleb grits through his teeth, “You don’t get much of a say, William, I own you.”
“Not anymore.” Willie screams again, causing the beam shooting out of his palm to reinforce itself, the sparks around Caleb’s wrists slowly crawling around his skin until it looked like his veins were filled with light. “You aren’t strong enough to beat me, William, I know you more than you know yourself. You can’t do this,” Caleb tries, but Willie just screams louder, drowning him out.
The screams nearly shake the air, causing Julie to lean on Luke for support, with Reggie resting a hand on her shoulder. Alex wants to reach out, to do something, but he knows there’s nothing he really can do to help. He knew Willie was one of a kind, it was obvious from every interaction they’d had up to that point, but he never expected him to be that powerful. It was terrifying, if he was being honest. And Alex didn’t want to be scared of him, especially while he was literally putting his life on the line for them, but it was almost as if Willie was losing control.
Wait.
A small, dwindling purple smoke emits from Caleb’s palms, encircling the cuffs on his wrists, and the green light inside of him dims. Willie is panting in between his screams, running out of energy. Inhaling sharply, Alex doesn’t think twice before bolting over to him, ignoring the protests from his friends.
Alex stands behind him and grips his hands onto Willie’s shoulders, focusing all of his energy into his fingertips, just like he had on that day in the museum. And, just like that day, he screams with Willie, hoping and praying to a god he no longer believes in that it helps, that it works.
It does.
The lightning bursts out at a rapid speed, nearly enveloping Caleb, almost as if it was tearing him apart, atom by atom. It grows brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until—
He’s gone. Small ashes lie in the spot where Caleb once stood, now dissipated into thin air.
Willie collapses to the ground in exhaustion and Alex grasps onto him, as if he’ll disappear himself if he lets go. After a brief moment, Willie takes a sharp breath, wincing in a burning, stinging type of pain, and lets out a breath of relief once it goes away. He knows exactly what that was, he could feel it; his soul was finally back in his body.
Willie looks down at his wrist. The familiar stamp from the Hollywood Ghost Club is still there, however it no longer has its signature purple sheen. It’s black and faded now, like a thirty-year-old tattoo he’s come to regret.
“Are you okay?” Alex asks, pulling away, his face the picture of worry. Willie notices then that Julie, Luke, and Reggie are knelt next to him, too, their own expressions almost as bad as Alex’s.
Willie smiles a sad smile. It’s a weak thing, but it’s genuine. “You’re still here.”
Recognition washes over Alex’s face, and he softly lifts his hand to Willie’s chin. “Of course I am. I told you, I’d follow you anywhere, yeah?”
Willie chuckles and ducks his head. “Yeah, well, somehow, you did.”
Alex lightly pulls on his chin so he can look him in the eye, a burning intensity present there that Willie hasn’t seen in, well, thirty years. “We can explain that later, okay? I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Willie does a small nod. “I will be.”
Alex pulls him back into a tight hug, and Willie sinks into his arms. He knows they’ll both ask questions later; all that matters right now is that they’re there, that they’ve got each other.
And now, they always will.
#sweet like the thunder on my tongue fic#mari writes#willex#willie jatp#alex mercer#jatp#julie and the phantoms#willex fic#jatp fic
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You’re my favorite reason to lose sleep (Sam/Andrea)
Of all the many things Sam has experienced that she did not expect since her relationship with Andrea began, the most surprising by far might be this:
Andrea Rojas snores.
Not always, but she does. It’s a quiet snore, nothing compared to the logs Sam’s father would saw when he fell asleep in front of the tv. Sam’s been with Andrea long enough to know that her lover only starts snoring if either she consistently hasn’t been getting enough sleep or if she’s gotten extremely drunk because she refuses to accept that Sam can outdrink her when it comes to tequila. As fun as drunk Andy can be, they’ve been good about their wine intake and they haven’t had any tequila in the apartment for a little over a month, so Sam figures it must be the lack of sleep.
Reaching out, Sam takes a strand of her sleeping fiance’s hair, tucks it behind her ear, whispers “why haven’t you been sleeping baby?” and places a quick, tender kiss to Andrea’s shoulder.
It’s a rhetorical question. Andrea snores again.
Now, Sam loves Andrea. Truly, passionately loves her as does Andrea with Sam. While past heartbreaks have taught her to tread more cautiously, Sam still loves so easily and has so much to give. Andrea, conversely, hadn’t felt worthy of love in so long, she built walls that made it hard for her to receive or convey it. Somehow, much to the surprise of them both, Sam shattered those walls. They’ve been through their fair share in the time they’ve been together. While communication hasn’t always been their strongest suit, they’ve put in the time and effort to get better at it because they both enthusiastically agree that the other is so worth it. Knowing this, Sam is aware that she could ask Andrea what’s wrong, that Andrea would tell her and that they could go from there.
However, Andrea is also asleep at the moment and Sam can’t think of anything else.
She can’t put on her airpods and distract herself with her audiobook. The sultry voice of the narrator combined with the scene she was last narrating, well, it would make her want to wake Andrea up and... do things. Sam doesn’t know what she’d watch on any of the way-too-many-streaming-services-they-rarely-use without Andrea cuddled up with her on the couch. She’s not particularly hungry and she already went to the gym this morning. Reaching over to her nightstand, Sam puts on her reading glasses, grabs her phone and starts scrolling through social media she doesn’t really use. She likes a few photos of Alex and Kelly with their daughter. She glances through some articles about current events. After about five minutes, Sam sets her glasses and phone down and lets out a small huff. She can’t help but still think about it.
Why hasn’t Andrea been sleeping?
Sam gets up and walks to her dresser. She pulls out a pair of underwear and a slightly too large tee shirt, puts them on and goes to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Grabbing a mug out of the cabinet that had a picture of two avocados on the top row, three on the middle row and four on the bottom that said “avocados, avocatres, avoquatro,” Sam ponders her lover’s possible sleep-depriving woes.
“It’s not Obsidian, right?” Sam thinks as she pours water from their filter into a mug, a gift she had gotten Andrea during their vacation to Miami. Sam knows how much it hurt Andrea when her company fell, but Sam stood by her side through it all and figured Andrea’s sleepless nights over that were over.
“Could it be CatCo?” the brunette contemplates as she finishes her water and goes to refill it. Maybe. The print media conglomerate’s business model transition in an increasingly print-less world had been a bit of mixed bag even before Lena purchased it all those years ago. She knows Andrea likes the work she does at CatCo well enough, but she’d definitely noticed that her mood get a little more sour for a bit when it was the only thing she had left after Obsidian. Not that CatCo was a consolation prize but Andrea loved being on the cutting edge of the tech world and short of some major restructuring, CatCo just wouldn’t provide the same opportunity. Still, the business wasn’t struggling. They had a few layoffs some months ago, which led to some incredibly passive aggressive back and forth jabs between Kara and Andrea at game night shortly thereafter, but otherwise everything was fine.
“Ok, lightning round” Sam states to herself, setting down her mug so she can count off with her fingers all the possibilities it could be. It’s definitely not the bills and nothing broke or needed repair around their home. Sam’s truck is functioning like a dream. They bought their outfits for the Lena Luthor Foundation gala two days ago. Andrea bought a dashing suit and Sam an incredibly curve-hugging dress, respectively; Sam thought it was a refreshing change of pace but she was more looking forward to the suit and tie look she had planned when she married Andrea...
Marry Andrea. The wedding. Sam forgot to mail out the invitations. Shit.
Sam runs over to the table by the door and sure enough, there they were. A whole stack of save the dates that Sam had set down on Sunday evening, promising to mail them out first thing on Monday. It was Friday night. Fuck.
Quickly but quietly running to their home office, Sam pulls out a sticky note and a sharpie out of the desk drawer and in all caps writes “DO NOT FORGET.” Careful to put the sticky note and pen away quietly, Sam returns to the table by the entrance. She grabs the invitations, goes back to the kitchen and places them on the counter with the note and her purse next to them. There was no reason to try to hide her snafu from Andrea. They have a good relationship and Sam is confident Andrea will forgive her so long as she’s honest and apologizes (and credit to her Catholic boarding school education, Andrea sometimes really enjoys making Sam beg for forgiveness.)
Refilling her water, Sam heads back to their bedroom, discarding her clothes and thinking of how she’s going to make it up to Andrea tomorrow. As soon as she climbs into bed, her partner, still in her sleeping position, states “you’re thinking too loud” in a voice that lets Sam know she’s awake but not fully conscious. Sam still smiles at the sound of her voice and happily says “Hey, you’re up.”
Andrea turns, changes from laying on her left side to her right in order to face her significant other. “I am. What were you thinking about?”
Sam just smiles “You. Always.”
Andrea smiles back. “Oh? Do tell.”
Sam tells her “You were snoring.”
Andrea deflates. “You sure know how to woo a woman, Sammy.”
Sam picks up Andrea’s left hand and points to the rock on Andrea’s ring finger “Damn straight. Exhibit A.”
Andrea smiles again “You’ve got me there.”
“So why the snoring? Is everything okay?” Sam asks.
“Yeah, everything’s fine honey. I just stayed up way too late...reading.” The way Andrea says “reading” catches Sam’s attention. Whatever Andrea was reading, Sam can tell she’s not not embarrassed by it and it almost certainly wasn’t a sales report.
“Oh. What were you reading?” Sam teases playfully.
Andrea couldn’t refuse the dimples facing her even if she wanted to. She just hopes the teasing won’t be too severe.
“Buffy and Faith fanfic” Andrea states rather bluntly.
Sam laughs. Andrea loves that laugh; it’s one of the many ways Sam broke down her barriers and made Andrea fall in love.
“That’s great babe. Did you enjoy it?” Sam asks, no longer laughing but still smiling and still completely sincere. Sam is not mocking in any way, just delighted at the fact a successful CEO of a multimillion dollar company stayed up too late reading about a twenty year old ship. Andrea knows this and while she knows it’s not an interest Sam shares, Sam actively listens and encourages Andrea when she talks about it because Sam knows it matters to her.
Andrea loves Sam so freaking much.
Andrea delicately runs her hand up Sam’s arm and says “I enjoy us” in an overtly suggestive tone. Sam doesn’t need to be told twice. She goes for Andrea’s neck first; slow, steady kisses, savoring every pulse beat she can feel as Andrea’s breathing starts to shallow. She works her way up to Andrea’s earlobe and bites it just enough to get a moan out of Andrea without leaving (much of) a mark as her lover’s hands grasp at Sam’s shoulders.
Sam kisses her way across Andrea’s wonderful jawline, pulling back just before Andrea’s luscious lips can connect with hers. Andrea’s lips instinctively chase after Sam’s but Sam pulls her head back just a bit farther to stay out of reach and tease the shorter woman, if only for a moment. She goes back in and Eskimo kisses her nose with Andrea’s. The buildup is excruciating for Andrea but damn if not’s always worth it. A breath away from Andrea’s lips, Sam looks into her eyes and asks “Yeah?”
Andrea rolls onto her back. Sam follows, her arms on either side of Andrea’s head, to stay positioned above her lover. Andrea tosses aside the blanket and with it, the sight of her exquisite body is completely bare for Sam to drink in. Sam’s eye dilate and the only way Andrea can describe her look is carnal. Taking in the site of the sculpted woman above her, she knows she can reciprocate that desire. Andrea huskily replies “Yeah” and as she hungrily grabs Sam’s face to bring her in for a searing kiss, their bodies suddenly writhing against one another, Sam figured it’d probably be okay to wait to tell her about the invitations.
Author’s note: I actually felt inspired to write a short Reignjas ficlet yesterday and I went with it. As the idea kept expanding, it wound up heading in a direction I’ve never tried to write before. I ended up putting more thought and hours into it than I had expected, staying up to the point where I maybe had to call out of work this morning (my life’s a mess but that’s not important right now.) Anyway, this isn’t that final ficlet. I’ll probably be working on that (more responsibly) for a little bit but I felt confident enough that I wanted to post this (mostly) smut free version. Hope y’all enjoy it.
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