When Your Real Life Becomes Fic-Like

* Note: I wrote this the day it happened and saved it as a note on my phone, hence the tense.*

I’m currently in London, and just LOST MY MIND. (No, I did not meet Nico or any other sweet faced, hot bodied, sex voiced famous.)

I was on the bus (242, towards Aldgate, top deck); it was packed so the boy and I had to sit separately. The man sitting beside me got off, but before the boy could join me, another passenger got on and took the seat. She was (and be mindful I’m terrible at guessing age) maybe late 20s or early 30s? Glasses, brown hair, septum piercing, eyes on her phone the way people do.

I was looking out the window, not paying her any attention until I felt her giggling next to me. I looked over and she had this cheeky little grin as she kept scrolling, like one would get when they get a good text from someone they like. I thought “aw cute” and went back to minding my business. A few minutes later though, she’s not giggling anymore. She’s sniffling. From the corner of my eye I see her wiping away a tear. I was sort of having an internal panic about whether to awkwardly offer her a tissue, or awkwardly ignore it, (I, personally, would like the latter) but then...she was smiling again. Big. And I couldn’t help it, I looked at her screen. My stupid, curious, human instinct was to be a creeper. And, WOW, was it the last thing I expected.

This complete random stranger that happened to sit next to me on a bus in a country I’m visiting, WAS READING MY FAN FICTION‼️🚨‼️🚨‼️🚨‼️🚨‼️🚨

I probably inhaled all the oxygen on the bus with a not-so-subtle gasp of sheer shock while my eyes got big and panicky and my face very red, which the boy and I have affectionately dubbed the “danger face”. He saw me and immediately knew something was amiss but I just shook my head then tried to stop every muscle in my body from moving because, well, SHE 👏🏼 WAS 👏🏼 READING 👏🏼 MY 👏🏼 FUCKING 👏🏼 WRITING 👏🏼!!!!!!!!

She switched seats shortly after that, maybe because she recognized me , or - more likely - just thought I was a weird tourist who was making her uncomfortable. But still, that was simultaneously the most amazing, flattering, uncomfortable moment of my life. She laughed, and smiled, and teared. My stupid words did that! And even though I get so much support on here (and AO3), seeing a person sat right next to me enjoying this thing I wrote as a hobby??? I mean, come on!

Thank you, stranger. You made my day. ♥️

Spell Check

Summary: Finn is too busy crushing. Rae is too busy to notice. Mini uni AU.

Note: I was inspired to write this quick fic by my phone auto-correcting me. So thanks, Apple.

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Rae huffs a sigh when she finally slides into her chair. Glancing at the clock, she releases a relieved but tired breath that blows the hair out of her face when she sees she’s made it to class with time to spare. She had slept through her alarm, barely changed out of her pyjamas, and nearly swallowed her mouthwash in her rush to get out of the dorm. It’s just...uni is exhausting.

If she isn’t working on assignments, she’s studying, and if she isn’t studying she’s panicking about exams, and if she isn’t panicking...well, she’s always panicking, really. Much to her mates’ exasperation, that leaves little time for a social life. Rae can count on her one hand the amount of times this semester she’d joined in for a night at the pub, or even a meal at the chippy in town. With her major in journalism and music minor, her figurative plate was full. (And it’s not like she could eat from a literal plate in front of them anyway.)

This class is her favourite though, and she always makes extra effort to be on time. Not just because Introduction to Sound Recording is the gateway to making her musical dreams come true, but also because it happens to contain some of the fittest lads at uni.

One of which just slipped into the room and is making his way towards her.

Getting Kinda Used to Being Someone You Love

Summary: A Siren epilogue. Rae and Finn experience different firsts – the good, the bad, and the sexy – of their relationship after Siren and Tuna Sandwich.

Notes: This is fluffy. And dramatic. And it contains an embarrassing attempt at smut. But most of all, it’s long over due. Apologies all around.

Since this is part of the series it may help to have a refresher, so please find the four chapters of Siren and the Tuna Sandwich ficlet on my masterpost.

And you already know where the title is from. Lewis Capaldi, ya’ll.

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Finn can't keep his hands to himself. If Rae is within reach, he has to do just that. Otherwise his palms get itchy, and he feels a little antsy, and his eyes follow her anyway so he figures touching is the natural next step. Plus she's his now, officially, so he's allowed. Finn takes full advantage of the fact that he gets to hold her waist, or twist his fingers in her hair, or (his favourite as of late) tuck a hand in the back pocket of her jeans. Rae always shakes her head a bit at that one, embarrassed by the public intimacy, but Finn revels in it, even gives her arse a bit of a squeeze through the denim, which earns him a pouty glare and a playful smack to his chest or arm – and he enjoys those touches too.