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bloodlust-1 · 7 months

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˗ˏˋRelieve Meˎˊ˗ part 2

Halsin x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

Summary: Halsin is looking a bit tense, Tav offers to massage his muscles and relieve his tension in the best way she can. He wants to return the offer to help relieve her as well.

"You're beauty is one that could have only been crafted by a goddess herself...how kind of nature to allow my heart to touch its most beautiful creation."

-> part 1 <-

TW: smut!

Note: part 2, more juicy. Ik this is what ya’ll been waiting for ;p

As the sun fell from the sky, another night crept on the horizon and coated the sky with stars. The fire illuminated the camp once again and Tav could feel the anxiety build up in her the darker it got. Of course, Karlach had been bothering Tav all day about what happened between her and Halsin last night. She assured her it was a tender moment but nothing happened. However tonight felt different. Halsin requested Tav to visit him tonight, and that she was.

Tav waited until most of the party settled in their tents for bed before making way to Halsin. She stepped out quietly and pulled the drapes of his tent. There he was, sitting on the floor in a kneeling state. He was praying to his god, the oak father. This was something she actually never seen him do.

“Am I interrupting?” She stepped in and kneeled down next to him with her hands placed on her thighs.

"No, never." Halsin turned his head to her. His eyes were so...pretty. She couldn't decide if his eyes were more green, grey, or brown? She'd never seen anything like it. Those eyes told a story, she could see the youth in them. It enticed her.

"Halsin?"

"Is there something on your mind?" He responded gently.

Tav twiddled her fingers together, nervously, "Tell me about your family." He never spoke of his family nor did he ever have a family of his own. He had it all, so his being alone felt odd to her. Tav leaned her head on Halsin's shoulder, feeling his warmth and strength.

He froze in the moment, but then shook his head as if he was trying to shake off past memories, " They passed away a very long time ago, may they rest with the Oak Father. They taught me all my values: My mother was a beautiful wood elf of various crafts. I did not see her much as she always traveled for her studies. However, my father was a very strict druid. Such a random question in a time like this— why?"

"You just have the most beautiful eyes. Made me wonder who you got them from." Their eyes locked, and they shared a deep gaze, communicating without words the love and adoration they have for each other.

Halsin spoke gently, "My mother's." His thumb gently caressed Tav's cheek, tracing the contours of her face, while she blissfully closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully surrender to his touch. Their breathing slows in unison, their hearts beating as one, lost in the beauty of this tender moment.

With one hand Halsin wrapped his arm around her back, slowly gravitating her back against his bedroll. He hovered over her body, it was way smaller in stature than his. Tav loved how large he was, to feel so protected and engulfed by his size. It was her biggest turn-on about him.

"You're beauty is one that could have only been crafted by a goddess herself...how kind of nature to allow my heart to touch its most beautiful creation." Halsin's mind was consumed by their memories and emotions. His heart raced as he remembered the way she smiled, the sound of her laughter, and the warmth of her embrace. He can't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for her strength, intelligence, and beauty. He wished he could turn back time and spend more moments with her, to cherish and hold onto every second they had together. There was no spoiling that now, he would seize his moment.

Halsin ran his free hand up alongside her figure, indulging in the curves of her hips, waist, and breasts. Every inch of her skin was his to explore, he squeezed her body tenderly under the large grip of his hand. Halsin watched Tav squirm as her face flushed bright red. His eye transitioned from gentle to authoritative. Oh, how Halsin loved seeing Tav make such pleasurable faces under his control.

"Do you know how hard it was to restrain myself the first time you offered yourself to me at that party?" Halsin's hand slipped up Tav's shirt, cupping her breast. He could feel the goosebumps rise on her skin to his touch. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long." His voice was gentle, his tone— commanding. His fingers traced her outer nipple slowly before pinching it teasingly. He loved the way she winced in a pleasurable pain. "And now I have you under me, moaning out such a lovely melody."

She gripped the cloth of Halsin's shirt as she let out small moans of pleasure. How could teasing feel so good, but feel so horrible all at once, she instantly wanted to just indulge herself in him. But for now, she enjoyed his attention. After all, he wasn't a piece of meat.

Halsin pulled Tav's shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. He leaned over and covered her exposed breast with his mouth, whilst his other hand groped her other breast. His tongue twirled over her hard nipple before pressing it against his teeth. The faint noises of grunts, heavy breathing, and slurping filled his tent.

Their skin started to exhume moisture for the heated moment. The sweet smell of musk and sexual tension, it was too intoxicating. Halsin planted sloppy kisses on Tav's chest, making his way up her neck. His steamy breath hit against Tav's ear. Her skin is soft like fresh petals, her sweat salty yet sweet. Halsin thought of her as nothing short of perfection.

"More?" Halsin huffed deep fast breaths into her ear. His lips parted from her neck, and he leaned his head back up in eyes view of her, waiting for her response.

From her view Halsin's face had a tint of red, his skin satin in moisture, not a lot but a glint of sweat. Her chest squeezed to his question because, of course, she wanted more. It was just so hard for her to answer. She almost felt shy to say yes, but this was what he wanted: to hear her voice.

"I—...." She felt a lump in her throat. Gods was she waiting for this, but the words just couldn't come out. She was aroused, nervous, and happy all at the same time.

Halsin put his hand over her jaw, clutching it slightly knowing the intensity of his strength, "Say it. I want to hear you say you want me." Tav had never seen him act this way and, gods was it a pleasant surprise.

Tav hung open her mouth, her heart racing out of her chest, "H-Halsin, I...want you. B-badly...please have me."

"Perfect." He uttered before pulling her face closer to his. He smashed his lips against hers, and his tongue danced with hers. Tav grabbed the sides of his face while wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling his groin against her core. It was hard and thick, and she could feel the heat coming off of it threw his pants. The kiss was roughly sloppy judging from their saliva running down Tav's cheek. She didn't even care, all she knew was that she wanted it rough and messy.

Their lips parted for a moment as they both gasped for air, between huffs, Halsin leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head. Exposing his muscles and hairy chest. His abs glistened in what little light gleamed into the tent from a nearby candle. Its soft glow cast its light that hit his skin in all the right places. He wrapped his fingers in Tav's waistband, pulling her pants down slowly, teasingly. He continued to tug at her pants until it pulled over her ankles, exposing her true form. All of Tav's nature was for Halsin to admire, he stared at her with lustful eyes, admiring her naked body.

His eyes began to glow like two shining suns, their bright yellow glow illuminating the darkness around him. The light emanating from his eyes was so intense that it seemed to cast a warm, golden glow on Tav's body. The effect was both mesmerizing and otherworldly. This was only a glow Tav saw when he shifted into wild form. She felt completely vulnerable, like his prey.

Halsin shook his head side to side lightly while shutting his eyes tightly, "I must tame myself, I don't want to hurt you in my wild form. But know this, you make my blood run so hot that it could awaken its beast."

"That's quite flattering, Halsin. Do I make you that crazy? That you can no longer contain yourself..? I couldn't say I wouldn't enjoy that..." Tav mustered out all her courage. Yes, she felt exposed and shy but the power she felt over Halsin's sexual urge, it was beyond an ego boost.

He scuffed in a small giggle, "Your body must take in me before it can handle any kind of beast, it's very untamed and...large." Halsin admired her ambition but he did not want hurt, this was pure pleasure, pure love. With that being said, He placed both his hands on her knees and spread her legs. "let me taste you." He leaned over, his shoulder was broad over her, his physique chiseled, and she could feel the warmth of his breath hit her core. It was all too real now, his head between her legs. He truly put her needs first before his own sexual desires. Or maybe eating her out was his sexual desire. He wanted this as bad as she did. He wanted Tav to get ready for him.

Halsin loved everything about her down to her scent. It was pure pheromones to him and damn did it unleash his inner demons. He placed kisses against her core, and small traces of her wetness glistened on his lips. His eyes, deadly, stared up at Tav, he licked his lips. She was nature's juiciest fruit, forbidden, and he took a bite. His thoughts blurred and his only instinct kicked in: Eat.

His face buried between her legs, and his tongue explored every fold and crevis. It was so wet, and Halsin rubbed his tongue against her clit. She rewarded him with moans of ecstasy. He was better than good, he was skilled. Halsin must've done this many times before and she was lucky enough for him to paint a picture on her canvas. His tongue skillfully teased her clit, Tav arched her back and clutched his hair between her fingers. She pushed his face closer to her core. Silvia ran down between her inner thighs, and Halsin squeezed her thighs tightly, enjoying all the nature's gifts of a woman bestowed to him. However, this one tasted so much sweeter when you're in love.

Tav winced out in a pleasurable melody from his grip, and in return, she tugged harder. Her stomach rose up and down like a boat riding its waves. Beads of sweat rolled down his temples, he looked so concentrated on pleasing her. The tent filled with moans, gasping air, slurping, and shuffling from Tav squirming under his grip. Halsin refused to let her go. She would have to take all his raw pleasure, even when she became too sensitive for more.

"Hahh— Halsin, fff-uuck—" She gasped out, her stomach became tense as she felt her climax inching closer and closer with each stroke of his tongue. His eyes like daggers stared up at her, he watched her moan and twitch under his grasp. He picked up his pace, as he circled his tongue around her clit.

Tav started to breathe heavier, it was so intense yet pleasure melted her body causing her legs to shake, and her stomach to twitch up. Her climax started to whelm up in the pit of her stomach, her body went tense and frozen for a moment. She shut her eyes tightly, and a single moan left her lips just when she reached her maximum height. She let out a sigh of relief. Tav peeped down at Halsin. From her POV his broad shoulders were hunched over her. She saw him licking up the juices for his sweet reward. His lips to his chin were coated in a slick liquid, it had a slight tint of white. God how sexy he looked when he had her cum on his face.

"You're ready...Come to me now." He sat up and kicked off his pants, his shaft swung up and he was right. A warning was not enough for Tav cause damn was he right, Large. He crawled back over Tav and placed his mouth over hers. She could taste the salty sweetness of her own brand. The musk of sex filled the air and it was heavy.

Halsin pulled away, "Lick." He pressed his fingers against her tongue— she obeyed. She licked the skin of Halsin's fingers, getting them soaked before he pulled them away. Halsin used his wet fingers to lubricate his cock. He pumped his hand a few times against his tip, letting out small grunts before placing his tip against her entrance, "Relax..." He kissed her forehead softly.

He pushed the tip of his head in. "Mmmh!" Tav clutched Halsin, he stroked her hair to comfort her. He slowly pushed in to give her body time to adjust. Her wet walls helped Halsin slide in with a better slip, and moment by moment he was fully in. He took a long steady thrust in and out. The tightness inside her melted from hurt to tinglyness.

Finally, they were one. Sharing each other's body in the name of love. They shared a gaze, lost in one another's eyes. Tav reached out to grab his face, "Halsin...Do you love me?"

"You're the only person that fills my heart. I do." A kiss was pressed against her lips. This one felt different, it was soft, passionate, and loving. He was so selfless. His hips started bucking in and out of her. Halsin grunted from the heat pulsing against his shaft. It only made him want more of her. He groped her breast while pumping in and out of her. His strokes were long and hard. Their chests clashed together in deep breaths.

"ahh, you feel so good" Halsin grunted as he fucked Tav harder. Their hips smashed against each other, and their sweat glided against skin it didn't belong to. Halsin hung his head down against Tav's neck. His moans were manly but slipped off the tongue like a lyric into her ear..

Tav wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing his deeper and harder into her. Fuck, why did it hurt so good? She tightened her walls around him. He skillfully fucked her for moments that felt like hours. Halsin Pulled out, "Turn around, I want to see that pretty back." Halsin gripped her sides and flipped her on her knees.

Tav dug her knees into the ground, her palms touching the bare floor. Halsin had hands like an ocean. Each time he pulled away he pulled her right back in. She looked over her sweaty shoulder to see Halsin. Kneeling behind her in all his messy glory, the sweat beaded down his abs, and that stare of his-- it was animalistic. Halsin returned his member back to her core, this time holding her by her hips. His hands explored her ass, squeezing it hard, it left behind his finger marks.

Each pump challenged Tav to hold her stance, making her sink lower and lower into the ground until her bare chest touched the floor. Their skin clapped against the force, and she could feel him grow hotter inside her. Halsin's grip was deathly, Tav's skin reddened to his touch.

"haahh!" Halsin slumped over her, leaving nibbles and bites on her back. Hickey's formed in random spots on her skin, marking his territory like an animal would. This was him telling everyone 'She's Mine'.

Tav struggled to fight against his strokes without completely crumbling under his strength. Halsin noticed this and grabbed both her wrists in his hands. he pulled her arms outward, her body now completely off the ground as he pulled her arms to push his cock deeper and deeper in her. Their moans entangled the dense air along with the clapping noises.

Halsin's eyes started to glow golden, his climax was coming to a close. But this felt too good. He wanted to stay in her as long as he could. He pulled her body up against his. Her back and ass pressed with no gaps against his abs. It was so wet. it was so raw. He pumped his cock while wrapping his arm around her in an embrace, and the other hand gripped her neck. They fucked in this position for a moment until she felt Halsin's body grow tense, and his grip became stronger.

"I— Ugghh, cumming." He pumped his final thrusts before his cock twitched, it was rock hard when a fill of warm cum burst inside her. His grip became weaker and they were glued to each other until his cum lessened to a stop. Halsin pulled out, a lonely feeling in her core was left as her walls retracted back without him there.

He held her body and allowed it to sink into his bedroll. Halsin held her close to him as he kissed the back of her neck. He was utterly captivated by all of Tav, there was still so much they could offer to each other. He strongly believed in fluidity in a relationship as his bear instincts guided him to where it desired. But there was a piece of him that wished he could have the nature of a swan. Mating for life with only one person. This was something he pondered about a relationship, a family, or even a stable love. For now, he enjoys the tender moment of Tav in his arms. The love and connection that bonded them together. Maybe it was fate that brought them together. Was she a lesson of love? He was scared he'd never find someone like her again.

"Tav, Please don't leave me. You belong at my side." He whispered almost in a somber tone.

"Of course not. Where you go, I go. I promise when this is all over you can show me your home...and all those little ducklings you love so much." She giggled and kissed his hand. It was a promise.

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justporo · 6 months

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Lost between the covers

When outside a blizzard is raging, there is nothing better than cuddling up with your vampire for a little reading date, right? Well, if you can pick a book to agree on...

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Author's Note: Written for the "Getting cozy" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge. Shortly ago I wrote a little thing about Astarion and books - and then immediately knew I had to write more about it for the fluff challenge. The bad erotica short stories thing was inspired by another post (I'll link if I can find it, if someone has it, please halp, I can't find anything on this hellsite) and also ofc there have been several posts going around on how Astarion is a Drizzt fan.

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,4k ~~~

The burning logs crackled in the fireplace while the flames licked on them and flickering warm light filled your living room. Outside a snow storm had been raging the whole day and hadn't stopped even when night had fallen. Wind was howling around the house, and little specks of ice were thrown so hard by the gusts, they made clattering noises against the big living room window.

It didn't bother you at all. You didn’t even spare it any attention at all anymore. The rising and ebbing of the howling wind and the crackling of the fire had become nothing but pleasant background noise.

You were all cosily snuggled up on Astarion's lap, legs swung over his, head on the vampire's shoulder, a blanket wrapped thoroughly around you. The pale elf’s feet were comfortably crossed over each other at the ankles on the floor. His head slightly rested on the crown of yours and he had put his arms lightly around your frame while holding a small leatherbound book he was reading to you from.

The whole scene was just complete and utter bliss - you didn’t remember the last time you had felt such serene peace. Perhaps you never had.

And if you would have asked him, Astarion would have told you very much the same. The vampire might never get used to the feeling of having you close, feeling the warmth of your body slowly seeping into his own as you relaxed into him, fully trusting him. He’d never known or shared this kind of closeness with anyone before.

And he wouldn’t give it up anymore for anything in the world - not even for being able to walk in the sun again.

At first Astarion had made a fuss when you had started to climb on his lap like a cat. But you'd been feeling rather sick for a while now and felt you were entitled to some pampering from your partner. And of course Astarion actually loved that he was that to you: the person you came to because he was your safe haven - not to mention the love of your life.

But the vampire still had wrestled you off his lap once more while you had pouted.

“Ah ah, patience, my darling. I'm only setting us up so we can stay all neatly cuddled up for the rest of the night,” he'd lectured you and had inclined his head towards you while doing a little bow.

“I don't know, Astarion, you being the one talking about having patience somehow feels cynic to me,” you'd replied and wrapped your arms around you to stay warm.

Astarion's eyes had narrowed dangerously at you, tongue in cheek, before he had turned on his heel and left without another word. You probably had only made him take his sweet time now. With a sigh you had sunk back onto the piece of furniture

He had returned some time later with a stack of different books under his arm, a cup of hot tea for you and some mulled wine for himself.

Astarion had scoffed at first at the premise of drinking “fine wine ruined with spices and fruit, my love - why not immediately make me drink juice with seasoning, ugh.” But then he had started to enjoy it quite quickly.

You scurried to make place for your vampire on the sofa. Then putting the mugs down on the small table beside the couch, the vampire sat down beside you again, balancing books of different size and condition on his legs.

“So, tell me my love, what shall we read?”, he asked cheerfully while you just eyed the stack of books on his lap - they were in your spot.

Astarion looked at you cockily, eyebrows raised, waiting for you to give a response. You just slowly blinked at him. Your brain was mushy and foggy from being sick - you weren't up to make important choices, but you tried to pull yourself together. Astarion was awful at downplaying how excited he seemed to just snuggle up with you on the couch with a book and you surely wanted to indulge him.

“Well, what's on offer?”, you finally asked in response.

Astarion jumped right back into action with a pleased grin: “I'm so glad you asked, my love.”

He lifted up the first one of the books: small, blue, golden lettering on the front and spine. “We have a nice small volume of poetry - the writing is a bit too sappy for my liking, personally, but this poet's been all the rave lately, so I had to form an opinion on that of course.”

“Of course,” you chimed in with a knowing little smile. It was insanely cute to you how much enthusiasm the vampire had for literature.

You had drawn your legs up to sit on them and were now leaning your elbow on your knees, chin in your hand, looking at Astarion who lifted up the next book - a huge, very old looking, leather-bound tome.

“We have one of the most holistic and elaborate accounts of history of our wondrous city of Baldur’s Gate”, the vampire went on, putting on some scholarly demeanour. Gods, he almost reminded you of Gale for a second. You blinked a few times to get that out of your head.

Then you eyed the dusty and crumbly book with a scrunched up nose: “You don’t really want to read that, do you?”

Astarion looked at you in confusion: “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Nerd”, you simply said. “Next!”

The vampire’s red gaze narrowed at you in distaste. He still held up the huge leatherbound chronicles in his hands.

“One comment about how I grew up on the streets and am uncultured, Astarion, and I will bite you!”, you threatened and stuck a finger in his face.

Immediately the pale elf put on a smug grin. “Would be a nice change for once, don’t you think?”, he muttered in a sultry tone while you just rolled your eyes and groaned. “But alright, I understand that the audience may be a little… overwhelmed with this suggestion”, he continued in one of his insufferable ways and went to carefully place down the huge tome on the wooden floor.

You still felt like you had been made fun of but you let it slide for now.

“Alright, next up we have this titillating collection of obnoxiously bad erotica short stories,” Astarion continued and lifted up a much smaller book again - this one bound in linen in a deep red colour. The vampire was back at grinning lewdly at you, one eyebrow lifted high.

“Is this where you got all your lines from?”, you asked dryly.

Astarion’s expression immediately turned sour. “Alright, we’re not reading this one”, he said in a flat tone, glowering angrily at you. He threw the book over his shoulder and heard how it clattered to the ground - always so dramatic.

Meanwhile you had started cackling so much you had to bury your face in your hand for a moment. Under his breath you heard Astarion mutter something about why he hadn’t “just chosen about anyone else to manipulate and end up with”.

Quickly, you went to lean forward and grab his face to cherish it with a kiss. Despite his still disgusted face the pale elf welcomed the loving attention. When you pulled away you kept holding his face in your hands: “You’re stuck with me, love.”

“Good thing, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else then”, Astarion replied and leaned in again for another kiss.

Afterwards,sitting up straight again, Astarion sighed dreamily while his eyes lingered on you.

“What’s the last one?”, you asked after a while of the vampire seemingly just getting lost in your eyes.

“Hm?” he made, raising his eyebrows. Then he shook his head softly to focus again while you grinned to yourself knowingly.

Astarion lifted up the last pick in his stack of books he’d brought: “Well, the last one is another adventurous tale of Drizzt Do’Urden.”

Your head perked up when you heard that.

Astarion had introduced you to the legendary tales of Drizzt a while ago now and despite brushing it off at first you had gotten seriously into the stories. And another one of those stories sounded just about right for a stormy winter night and for cuddling up for the rest of the night.

Eagerly, you climbed on Astarion’s lap without any other responses. The vampire just laughed while he allowed you to cosy up to him and finally sealed the deal by putting an arm around you, with his other hand opening up the book already.

“Alright, looks like we have a winner”, he mused playfully and dragged you in a little closer on his lap so he could press another kiss to the top of your head.

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couldyouimagine-that · 4 months

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Shattered Glass

Genre; hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count; 2.1k

Warnings; mention of nightmares, talk of injuries (reader removes glass from Lucifer’s wing, not explicitly described)

Pairing; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader

Lucifer goes to the reader for help with an injured wing and the reader shows him some kindness despite everything. Lucifer makes an attempt at reciprocating it.

This is the longest piece I’ve written in a while and I had a lot of fun writing it. Enjoy!

Masterlist

You were laying on top of your bed in the bunker, a drink in hand and trying to read something to distract yourself from everything which was going on. It was easier said than done, but you were planning on going to sleep soon and you wanted to calm yourself first to have the best chance of getting actual rest, rather than just a series of nightmares. Too many times had you ended up alone in the kitchen at some ungodly hour wishing your brain would stop sabotaging you. But not tonight; you had decided.

A knock at your door interrupted your efforts, though you assumed it was nothing dire from the lack of urgency. You called out that it was okay to come in, expecting Dean or Sam, or even Castiel at a stretch. What you got was Lucifer.

He offered a slightly sheepish grin as you sat up, book forgotten and mouth open slightly in shock. He slid through the open door and closed it behind him, leaning back against it and keeping a hand on the handle. You blinked a few times, mind whirring as you tried to decide what was going on.

“Can I help you?” You settled on at length when he made no move to speak. His gaze on you was intense, his jaw tightening.

“Actually, yes. See I have this problem.” You stayed still as he began to walk over to you, steps slow and hands clearly devoid of weaponry. Not that he would need any, but it was at least slightly reassuring. “When we were fighting those demons earlier, I used my grace to torch the last few. Remember?” You nodded that you did. “Well, when I use my grace, my wings manifest in shadow. And that’s usually fine.”

By this point, he was standing right next to your bed. You had to crane your neck to look up at him and found that his eyes were still locked on yours. He made a sweeping gesture with the hand closest to your bed.

“May I?” You thought rapidly, but with no knowledge of what this was about, you had no idea what was for the best. You ended up just scooting back a little to give him more space, though you were sure you should have simply kicked him out by now. Dean would be running for the archangel blade right that second if he knew. But he didn’t, and the light smile Lucifer offered you in thanks was not what you had been expecting. “This time though – well, it’s such a small thing it’s stupid.” You stayed quiet, watching him deliberate on what to say next. Thinking about why he was trying to avoid saying what he actually came here to say. Was he nervous? He took in sharp breath, muttering, “Right, just get it out.” Then, louder, “My power shattered a few windows behind me when I had my wings out. Some of the glass got stuck at the base of one of them and I can’t get it out myself, and I can't heal it while it's still in there.” He looked at you expectantly, lips tight. You felt your eyes narrow a little in response, assessing him.

“And you want me to get it out?” He spread his hands in a motion you would have said meant thank god coming from any other being.

“Finally. Would you? You know what Sam and Dean are like. And Cassie, well… I just don’t think he would.”

Your jaw worked for a moment as you watched him. For you to do any kind of first aid on his wings, he would have to manifest them fully, which you didn’t even know was a possibility. You had spoken to Castiel about an angel’s wings more than once and from your conversations, you knew they were sacred. You were sure Lucifer wouldn’t treat his own wings carelessly, which meant that showing them to anyone, let alone allowing someone to touch them, required a great deal of trust. Even if this was the Devil who you were dealing with. You couldn’t help but wonder why he had chosen to trust you. He raised his eyebrows to encourage an answer when you didn’t immediately give him one. Still more than a little confused, you started nodding.

“Okay. I can do that.” You spoke slowly, but he seemed more than eager to just get it over with.

He offered you a cocky smirk that you were now certain was fake, before he turned away from you. You watched as he dropped his button up from his shoulders then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his back to you. Your gaze traced along the contours of his back and shoulders somewhat absently, until he glanced over at you.

“Get out of the way, I don’t want to knock you out.”

That was all the warning you got as blinding angelic light filled the room, leaving your eyes smarting. You squinted heavily, failing to regain your ability to see when you heard an exasperated sigh and felt a light, fleeting pressure on your forehead. Your vision cleared instantaneously, in time to see Lucifer’s retreating hand and then – his wings. They were pure white, near perfectly kempt in spite of everything he had been through and impossibly huge. You were sure you had gasped, barely able to comprehend that they practically reached across the whole room. The end primaries curved powerfully, almost as long as you were tall. And they looked heavy, but they melded seamlessly with Lucifer’s back and he seemed not to notice their weight at all. He felt the mattress shift as you kneeled behind him speechlessly, and he drummed his fingers sharply on the bedframe.

“Come on, Y/N, daylight’s wasting. Things to do-”

“They’re beautiful.” His frown was heavy. Your voice had been soft, filled with a quiet wonder he didn’t think he had ever heard from you. The weight of your gaze on him felt like a physical pressure, one he wanted to disrupt.

“They’re what?” His words were harsh as he turned to look at you, but you didn’t seem to care.

“Can I touch them?” Your eyes met his and there was that stupid soft voice again. He should have tried his luck with Castiel, he thought irritably as he turned his back to you once more, presenting silent permission. But your touch didn’t alight on the bloody base of the injured wing. Instead, you ran your fingertips along the top edge of the other one, your touch sickeningly light. He actually bared his teeth with the effort it took not to shudder, swearing at himself silently. He was the Devil! He had lived for eons, he had survived everything that had ever been. And here he was, reduced to nothing by simple touch.

Your hand returned to the muscle near the base of his wing, your movements growing more confident. You lightly wound your fingers between the shorter coverts until your nails grazed the skin beneath, combing your fingers downwards like you would through someone’s hair. And you stopped short at the clipped, low noise Lucifer emitted. Your hands flew to his shoulders on instinct as you leaned forwards to see his face.

“Oh my god I’m sorry, did I hurt-”

You froze yet again, this time in surprise. He met your eyes with a lidded gaze, his chest heaving. He actually had to swallow before he could speak.

“They’re sensitive,” Lucifer ground out, cursing everything in all of creation for the situation he had put himself in, the weakness he had shown to you. You, a human of all things! At least if Castiel had agreed to help, he would have just gotten the job done and left. Or left the glass in place, Lucifer supposed. That was an option too.

You suddenly seemed to realised that you had your hands on his bare shoulders and you lifted them quickly, shrinking back a little. You looked unsure of yourself.

“Sorry, I – I’ll just get on with it. Sorry.” Your words were mumbled as you ducked behind his back and out of the way of his eyes. A few minutes ago, you would have been surprised by how minor the wound was. You would have been more surprised by the hiss which issued forth when you fished out the few small pieces of glass, but you understood now how much it had to have hurt. Uncertain yet again, you laid a flat palm to the area above the injury.

“That’s it, you’re done,” you told him, and immediately a little bit of that angelic light shone around the wound. When it was gone, so was the blood and the damage.

A beat passed. Your hand was still on his wing and he hadn’t moved yet, and neither one of you wanted to speak. It was on impulse and at the risk of a slow, painful death that you cautiously moved your touch back up to the leading edge of his wing. You couldn't help but be enraptured. Your fingers curled over the top and applied a gentle pressure as you ran your hand along in the direction of the feathers, their soft give like the cool scales of a serpent. The whole wing jolted when you reached the joint halfway down, and you could feel the outline of the lightweight bones which held so much power. Transfixed as you were, you had forgotten exactly what was sitting in front of you.

Lucifer’s wings snapped tight to his back as he stood without warning, and you threw yourself backwards to avoid getting hit in the face.

“Enough,” he warned, though his voice was ragged. He flicked a hand and the bloodied glass you were still holding vanished, leaving you to slowly sit up from where you had caught your weight on your elbows. He snatched up his clothes and made for the door without another word, but you scrambled to follow.

“Lucifer, wait,” you tried, struggling to cross the room before he reached the hallway. You laid a careful hand against his back before he could leave, over the ridge of his spine. Nowhere near his wings. And for the moment, at least, he paused. “You know I won’t use this against you,” you breathed, nervous of the implied loyalty behind your words in spite of everything he had done. “Right?” You couldn’t help feeling a little sick when he didn’t answer. Even though it was Lucifer, even though he had killed and tortured and tormented for longer than you could comprehend, he had needed help, and he had trusted you enough to make himself vulnerable to you in order to get it. You didn’t want him to leave thinking you would throw something like that back in his face, no matter what he had done.

When he still didn’t speak, you made yet another decision that you were sure would have bad consequences and leaned forward to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back in the space between his wings. They drew in tighter still, stiffness radiating from them.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.”

You went to move back but his hand caught your arms before you could. He felt sure that you would betray him when the time came, but right now, you were the one in danger. You had no weapon that could harm him and you were trying to show him trust in return for his own. A human taking a risk like that with him, he could appreciate.

Lucifer angled a wing over your head so he could turn to face you, his arms encircling your shoulders and upper back and holding you to him. He knew you were being sincere, so for once he just let himself enjoy the moment. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had wanted to be so close to him in such a soft capacity, if it had ever happened when the other person had known who he truly was. You were nervous, yes, but you slowly relaxed into his hold and he allowed his wings to stretch out to a more natural resting position in turn. It was when he realised that your eyes were closed and you were leaning your bodyweight against him that he decided it was time to go.

You almost face planted into the ground when the archangel simply ceased to be present, barely catching yourself against the door. A brief jolt of fear shot through you when you thought over what you had done, but you quickly decided - or at least hoped - that it wouldn't matter too much in the long run.

#supernatural lucifer x reader #spn lucifer x reader #supernatural lucifer #spn lucifer #spn fanfic #spnfamily #spnfandom #supernatural #supernatural reader insert #lucifer

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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A hard bargain

Summary: You knew how he could get when he was focus on a case. But he forgot your ten year wedding anniversary, leaving you sitting alone over the dinner you had prepared to celebrate. And even though you were sad, disappointed, you couldn't find it in you to be mad at him when you woke up with him in your bed the next morning.

Pairing: Tim Rockford x fem!wife reader

Wordcount: 2k

Rating: E

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, smut (unprotected sex (though it's more implied than actually written out)), cockwarming, feelings

A/N: So this happened lmao I can't believe I wrote a fic about a character in a commercial

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You stared at the candle as it flickered once, twice before it finally went out. Your chin rested on your hand as you leaned with your elbow on the fully decorated table, the dinner, his favourite meal, cold and your glass of wine full, the bottle almost empty.

You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply, releasing a long sigh as you exhaled, your eyes finding the clock across the room when they opened.

00:34 am.

Your husband had officially forgotten about your anniversary.

Again.

You did not ask for much. You knew he loved his job. He was one of the best detectives in his department. But he had the tendency to get lost in his cases. Sometimes you did not see each other for days, the only memory his arms around your body as he slipped into bed long after midnight, only to be gone again by the time your alarm went off in the morning.

But you had seen his calendar for today. Your ten year wedding anniversary marked in big letters on top with dinner marked at 8 pm sharp.

You and Tim had met twelve years ago on a blind date you had both been set up on by your closest friends. The rest, as they say, was history.

You knew he loved his job, yet you couldn’t help feeling disappointed that he did not even talk to you today apart from two text messages, the messages you had sent him in the last three hours not even marked as read. Maybe he finally had a breakthrough in his latest case and forgot… No. That still wouldn’t excuse today.

Emptying the glass of wine you got up from your chair, setting the empty glass down on the table, not bothering to clean the table. You shook your head, huffing once before you went out of the dining room, switching the lights off on your way upstairs into the bedroom.

You took a quick shower, drinking a big glass of water and taking a painkiller for the headache in the morning before you went to bed, cuddling your naked body against his pillow under the covers before you fell asleep.

—-

It was almost 3 am when he came home last night. He was so close to finishing his case, he could feel it. He was in a tunnel, focused on the evidence on everything he had unravelled.

He had only seen the words ten year anniversary on his calendar as he was searching for something on his desk. The immense guilt he felt towards you immediately was so overwhelming he had to sit down for a moment.

You were the love of his life. The best thing that ever happened to him.

And he was constantly letting you down.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he had kissed you. Really kissed you. Held you. Made love to you.

Pulling the first drawer of his desk open he grabbed the little velvet box with the ring he had found for you months ago, opening it to look at the diamond ring.

When he proposed all those years ago he did not have the money to give you the big ring he had imagined for you. The ring you deserved. Even though you insisted the ring he proposed with was perfect, having only rarely taken it off since he put it on you, he wanted to give you something… new. Something bigger. Something to show you how much he loved you and how far the both of you had come.

He had found the kitchen and dining room with the evidence of the night you had planned for the both of you, feeling more guilty with every minute he cleaned the table off.

He took a shower in the downstairs bathroom, not wanting to wake you up.

And then, once he was in bed, he had watched you sleep. Your face relaxed, hugging his pillow against your chest, because he had not been here to keep you close, to keep you warm.

—-

You woke up to the sun shining in your face.

Slowly blinking your eyes open you sighed quietly, thankful that it was the weekend and you had nowhere to be. Slowly you turned to lie on your back, startled when you found Tim sitting against the headboard looking down at you. He looked tired, exhausted, guilty.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he said quietly and you sighed.

“Hey,” you mumbled, still so very tired.

“How mad are you?” he asked, and you huffed.

“Too tired to be mad. Ask again in two hours,” you hummed before you pulled yourself up to cuddle against him. His arm came around you as he slipped down to lay on the bed, pulling you against his chest. You felt his lips on your forehead.

“Don’t think you off the hook Rockford,” you mumbled sleepily, lightly slapping his chest.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he hummed.

“And you better be here when I wake up again to beg for my forgiveness.”

—-

It was your turn to watch him sleep when you woke up again. The clock on his bedside table told you that it was almost noon, yet you could not bring yourself to get out of bed. You were comfortable, you were warm and Tim was here and you knew you should be mad but fuck you had missed him.

You slowly turned in his arms, your chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him, your fingers tracing invisible lines over the thin shirt he was wearing.

“Still too tired to be mad?” he asked sleepily and you smiled softly as he blinked one eye open to look down at you.

“Not mad. Maybe a little sad. But I know how you get when you work and…” you sighed and he shook his head, his hand taking yours that was resting on his chest.

“Don’t make excuses for me. I fucked up. We’ve been married for ten years sweetheart. Can you believe that?” he smiled.

“Well you only have been present for eight of those years…” you teased and he groaned.

“Ouch. I deserved that.”

You hummed before you kissed his chest, just over his heart.

“I love you,” he mumbled and you smiled.

“I love you too,” you pulled yourself up to kiss him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his hands running under the covers and up your naked back.

“I…. I think I know how you can make it up to me….” you mumbled against his lips and he smiled.

“Yeah?” he asked. You nodded, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth as his hands wandered down your body, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling him. Your hands came to rest on his chest as you pulled yourself up, the covers slipping from your body, looking down at him with dark eyes.

“How did I get so fucking lucky?” he asked himself and you grinned down at him as he pushed himself up, his lips kissing up your neck. You closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side to give him more access. Your hand pulled at his shirt, before you slipped it off his body, throwing it to the floor.

You could feel him hard beneath you, only the boxers he was wearing separating you two.

“Tim…” you moaned, your hands in his hair as he kissed himself down, his lips closing around one of your nipples, sucking softly. You slowly moved your hips on top of him, grinding against his hard cock.

“I can feel you soaking through my boxers. Fuck…” he groaned, biting into your breast, marking you. His hands were on your ass, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as you moved on top of him.

“Fuck baby….” you arched your back, searching for some friction. Some relief.

“Need you,” you whined, kissing him hard. One of your hands went down between your bodies, pulling his cock out of his boxers, your fingers wrapping around his length.

“Sweetheart….” he closed his eyes, his forehead falling against your shoulder. You gathered some saliva in your mouth, letting it drop between your bodies, making him groan as it landed on his cock before you slowly began to pump him.

He looked up before he brought one of his hands up, two fingers dipping into your mouth before he slipped them between your bodies, finding your clit.

“Shit, you’re soaked,” he hissed, his fingers slipping between your folds, two fingers entering you slowly, moving deeper and deeper.

“Think you can take my cock?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Please,” you whimpered.

You let go of his cock, pushing yourself up as his fingers pulled out of you, lining his cock up against your pussy, before you slowly sank down on him.

You closed your eyes, parting your lips as you let your head fall back, feeling every inch of him enter you until you were sitting on his lap with his cock deep inside of you.

“Look at me,” he hummed and you opened your eyes, looking down at him.

“I love you,” he said, tears in the corners of his eyes. You smiled, your hands coming to rest on his cheeks before you kissed him.

“I love you too,” you smiled against his lips.

“I have something for you,” he said and you frowned.

“Now?” you chuckled.

“Yeah. Cause if you move right I will cum immediately. I need a second,” he groaned and you giggled. He reached behind him, blindly searching for something until he hummed and you sucked your bottom lip in when you saw the little velvet box in his hand.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here yesterday. And I can’t promise it won’t happen again. But I’m… I will try. Because you deserve the best version of myself. You… I just love you so fucking much and I want to do better,” he said and you kissed him again.

“I knew what I was getting into when I married you, baby. But I won’t complain if you decide to maybe be home a little more in the future,” you winked and he chuckled.

“Deal,” he said, kissing your nose.

He opened the little box then, making you gasp as you saw the beautiful ring inside of it.

“I wanted to give you a little upgrade for our ten year anniversary,” he said carefully, watching your reaction. You were speechless, looking at the ring and at him. He had joked about giving you a diamond once he could afford one but you had always told him that you do not need diamonds. You had him, and that was enough.

“Baby…” you whispered.

“Can I put it on you?” he asked. You nodded. He took your hand, pulling your wedding band and engagement ring off before he pulled the new ring out of the box and slipped it on your finger, followed by your wedding band. Bringing your hand up he kissed your fingers and you felt a tear run down your cheek as you looked at your hand.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe.

“I’m glad,” he kissed your cheek, his arms wrapping around your body, to get you closer, wanting to feel your skin against his. You clenched around him, making him groan.

“Am I forgiven yet?” he asked and you hummed thoughtfully.

“I don’t know Mr. Rockford. Diamonds are great but….”

“But?” he grinned.

“An orgasm or two would maybe make me forget about spending our anniversary alone…” you said.

“And breakfast after,” you added, making him grin.

“Pancakes,” you said seriously.

“You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Rockford,” he said. You shrieked when he manhandled you, managing to stay inside you until you were laying on your back with him hovering above you.

“But I accept,” he winked, before he began to move.

#my fic #Tim rockford #Tim rockford x fem. reader #Pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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thefirstknife · 5 months

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Ok now with context, Crow going through actually makes a lot of sense:

Because Crow has a connection to Mara, she can keep track of where he goes and Osiris can use that connection to make the bridge for the rest of us. From Osiris:

I love Mara's reaction too. She's obviously distraught, but she eventually relents:

Mara's days of thinking she alone can save everyone are long over. And her days of thinking that she can control and direct her brother are over too. Their radio message also destroyed me:

Mara: Are you sure you want this? Crow: Osiris thinks it's the best shot we've got. Mara: You didn't answer my question. Crow: I don't know... I've been trying to find what I want my whole life, even as Uldren. I used to think the Traveler gave me purpose. Uldren thought his came from you... Hmph. Mara: I never meant to twist you so - only to keep you safe. My protection turned malignant. For that... I am sorry. Crow: It wasn't just you. Uldren heard your heartbeat and chose to make that his core. He mistook impulse for meaning. I won't! So... I guess it's not that I want this. I need it. I believe in it. Even if I don't make it, everyone else just might. Mara: I sacrificed you before to preserve a chance for a future - I can't do that again. Crow: I'll be fine, as long as you and I stick together... Remember, Rega? Mara: Still subsisting off stories of hope and bravery. I have missed you. Crow: [chuckles] I guess I always have been the one to fill my head with nonsense, right? Mara: Your hope is not nonsense. It is a vital line of sustenance. One I have learned through our people. Fill your heart with it, and I will keep you in mine until you return to me. Crow: I will. Mara: Go, then. Find purpose of your own, and not one of mine or anyone else's making. Crow: Thank you, sister... You'll see me again. And this time, I'll remember you.

This is basically the culmination of their entire story ever since they were human. Mara always wanted to protect him because she felt responsible for him because their mother refused to be a parent to them. And since she was young at the time, she messed up her protective impulse and turned it into something awful. And over the years she's had time to think about it, especially in the last two years since she's been back in seasons. She went from being confused about Crow to being protective again to being rejected by him and learning that she needs to do things differently and now she fully apologised and realised what he needs: his own purpose, not anyone elses.

I'm really glad this got resolved before the saga ends and I'm actually really glad that Crow will be the one to do this for us (I have no doubts he'll be perfectly fine; he has to be, we know he makes it through and that a bridge is formed for us to go through), giving him a role that he always wanted to fulfil: a hero in a fantastic story.

It's also really good closure for Mara. She relinquished her control, especially over someone she always felt possessive and protective of and she is finalising her role as just a part of the bomb. We've been looking at her progress for years now and she's been through a lot of change and I think this is a really good way to show her formally and fully changed.

We still have a week to go, which is when we'll get the final lore page. Not sure if we're getting the final week next week or if they'll make us wait, given the extended season. Also no clue when Crow will actually be going through; right away or some end-of-season event or something. We'll have to wait and see! Really excited to find out what will happen for the last week. There's also two more radio messages, so one extra after the story is done.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #season of the wish #season of the wish spoilers #long post #mara #crow #osiris

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 4 days

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Hey bestie popping by with a random ask: what have been your favs so far from your old jbl project?

Hi! Thank you for the random ask.

I was actually just working on my monthly breakdown so I was trying to write just a couple of sentences about what I watched this month so this comes at a good time because this month I definitely saw one of my favs.

The Novelist. I don't know if I can coherently convey my thoughts about it but I'll give it a try. I think there were several factors that made me take so long to watch it. I never read full reviews about it, because although I don't mind spoilers in general, I also like to go into some shows as unbiased as possible. That was not easy. I basically went into it thinking it was depressing and it involved a lot of sex that I wasn't sure where it would land of the consent scale. I don't really remember where I got this idea tbh. Anyway.

Although after hearing people like you, @twig-tea and @bengiyo talk about it in different contexts I was less wary about it for sure. So I went into it with a more open mind, even with reservations. I mean I basically went through the lighter parts of the ojbl list first, so part of me was dreading the rest. I don't mind darker stories, or darker bl's. I have way darker ones coming up on the list. But I always feel like I need to be in the right frame of mind for them. Because I can get too emotionally invested and my moods tends to swing easily.

All this to say, I wasn't expecting a story about two lonely people 'using' each other to fight that loneliness. As I was just writing in my breakdown post, Kijima was such an interesting character to me. Because in the beginning I was just curious about him, like there was something odd about him, his demeanor. And when I realized that he was faking part of it and just using Kuzumi I hated him. So much. But, and I have to give major props to the actor, because in episode 4 when Kuzumi leaves and Kijima in on the table just listening to the record and crumpling the pages, I was gone. I fully saw him for the first time. That man is lonely and hopeless and I felt so much for him in that moment. And that of course lasted through to the end and that smile

I was practically clapping. Brilliant. It was such a beautiful ending. I felt like the show broke my heart a bit and it was all healed in this moment.

So to recap, not only was this a wonderful surprise that completely obliterated my expectations, but it's so beautiful. Everything is good. The cinematography, the music, the acting, everything was brilliant. So good. So if everyone that reads this has not yet seen for some reason or another I urge you to do it. I still have yet to see the other installments so I can't speak to all of it but this one is so worth it. I honestly can't believe that Kijima has become such an important character to me.

I think before this one, my favourites were for sure the first two I watched. Ai No Kotodama and No Touching at All.

They were both such great surprises. Let me just quickly look through my notes because my memory might betray me. Oh okay.

Ai no Kotodama I really enjoyed how it was shot and edited. I liked how they used several things to mirror the relationship, the perfume , the stair gazing and the other couple. I felt everything served the story in a really interesting way. I also like that the girl wasn't the usual bl girl and in the end she was actually jealous of their relationship more than in love with either of them. I also really like how the film made me unsure about their relationship almost from the start, because it makes sense in this case. My confusion mirrors Shinya's confusion and fear.

I also really liked No Touching at All's directing. It was really interesting how they used the camera work. For most of the film the couple is usually far away from us, the camera is on the other side of the room or something like that. And it's almost keeping us at a distance. So when the camera finally gets close up, it's during their break up, which I thought was intentional to cause the most emotional impact. Like now you should be invested in this moment because so are they. They are being honest for the first time so there are no more barriers for us because they are being truthful and removing their own. I also think Shima's internal struggle was really well portrayed, I liked the fact that he initiated the break up for self preservation reasons and so Togawa coming back to him at the end is what allows him to trust it. It makes me believe more in their future together.

This got a bit longer than I intended. These three are definitely my favourites but I'm really enjoying this project, even if I don't love everything, I think there's always something positive about all of them. At least the ones I've watched.

Anyway I hope that answers your question. My next one will probably be Mood Indigo and I'll have to look at my list again but I know I have a couple other ones on there still to watch.

Thank you so the question.

#rose answers #Rose Watches OJBL #the novelist #ai no kotodama #no touching at all #apologies if there are any mistakes

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IRIS FILES - ROBBIE THE ZOMBIE

CW - Physical/Mental Deterioration, Derealization, Rotting Alive, Zombification, Bugs/Insects, Medical Horror

Word Count: 994

Character Count: 4,271

CLASSIFICATION: ALTR 181502

ALTR AGE: 24 YRS OLD

ALTR HEIGHT: 5 “5

ALTR SEX: X

ALTR STATUS: UNSTABLE

ALTR INFO: 18152 contracted an unknown illness after an encounter with ALTR 114209. He was advised to keep track of his symptoms in the form of a journal; IRIS Researchers have secured the journal to track 18152's both physical and mental development.

08/09/2016

“Not been great lately, I've had cold or flu symptoms for the past two weeks, really has been messing with my focus, not great for when I'm trying to study or play as well as I usually can but I've been pushing through it!

I'm still a bit shaken up from that creepy ass guy from last month- it messed with me. I'm glad IRIS is here to help out with my case tho, hopefully they catch the freak. I keep getting all fidgety and anxious whenever I'm out in public. I mean I guess that's normal after something like that but still, doesn't make it easier. I would hang out with friends to make me feel safer but I don't wanna get them sick, hopefully this'll pass

-R”

15/09/2016

“God my head will not stop pounding, I got my headache about 2 days ago, it started off only occasionally but god it just keeps flaring up and more often. My flu hasn't gotten any better. It makes it hard to do anything, I keep getting by, slowly but surely.

-R”

22/09/2016

“Been bed ridden this week- I thought rest would probably help but, every time I sleep I keep dreaming of that guy- I don't remember it fully and it's probably just some weird trauma thing but he keeps.. I don't really know how to describe it? He keeps warping. I don't know its probably just some dream shit”

29/09/2016

“haven't been able to eat properly.. keep feeling this itch on my neck, its not bad just annoying mostly. My phone hurts my eyes. Keep dreaming of creeper.im sure he didn't actually look like that. Sorry for the bad handwriting, I'm so tired nd my hands hurt. Might try sleeping again”

30/09/2016

“woke up and puked, pretty badly too- dreaming of that guy hurts my head”

05/10/2016

“Really should call a doctor I think. I did call IRIS, I'm sure I did, they said they'd send someone over. No one came- my body hurts, everywhere it's just this dull ache. I might try

and shower or something. I don't know what to do at this point- no ones coming I've waited and waited and no one showed. The itching got worse, I don't know what's wrong with me I just need someone to come help”

“Why is no one answering my calls???”

12/10/2016

“Tried to shower, clumps of my hair just- came out. I just cried something is wrong with me I called IRIS again I told them it was urgent and I need help. The creeper answered me. It couldn't have been real- but it made me throw my phone accidentally. It broke and I can't get it to work again. I can't keep going on like this. The itching keeps spreading too- it now feels like things are crawling in my organs. I can't scratch there”

“Threw up again, mostly blood- it was clumpy, I think it was bits of my throat. It hurts my throat to breathe let alone talk”

16/10/2016

“The man in my room can't be here- I didn't let anyone in, he shouldn't be here”

23/10/2016

“I found out why I feel like there things crawling in me. I threw up a dead bug. The itching keeps going. I think I need to leave”

“I left my apartment. The air stung and I felt everyone's eyes on me. I don't care i just need help”

“IRIS won't let me in. Or near anyone.”

30/10/2016

“They're keeping me here. They keep giving me things. They poked IVs in me- the skin just teared away. It hurt so much, it feels good to actually be given medication. It's not kicked in yet but I think it should soon. The nurse gave me a funny look when I described my creep to him. I don't know, I just wanna sleep”

IRIS Supplemental:

ALTR 181502, previously known as Robert “Robbie” James, was announced as clinically dead to the public on 05/11/2016. Within the IRIS Foundation however it should be known that ALTR 181502, while maintaining a “corpse-like” appearance, is very much alive. IRIS researchers and medics have been working on a plausible theory on the rapid and alarming decline in ATLR 181502’s health after an apparent encounter with ALTR 114209. This variation of effects with 114209 seems to be an outlier. But until a working theory has been confirmed, the containment is highly necessary for both ALTR 181502 and for the wider public. Some IRIS staff have left due to unknown illnesses after contact with ALTR 181502. Their symptoms are yet to be examined but they are all in highly secure quarantine zones until they are confirmed to not be carrying a “Zombie Virus” as the research staff seem to be calling it.

As for ALTR 181502- exact details of his initial encounter with ALTR 114209 are documented in his original report to IRIS. His condition remains unpleasant. And it seems the best we can hope for is to keep him in containment until we understand what's going on.

The journal, as well as the remainder of ALTR 181502's belongings have been quarantined or burned. We managed to digitise his IRIS issued journal for the research sake. In said journal we believe the figure he describes is ALTR 114209- as it is within it's behaviour to torment it's victims while they are in mental distress.

It was discovered, by one such medic, after attempting an autopsy on ALTR 181502, that he is very much no longer human. If the hive of moth larvae that has eaten away at all of his organs have anything to say about it at least. How he still is living, albeit not pleasantly, is about as good a guess as yours as it is mine.

End Supplemental.

#jacksepticeye #jse egos #jse #jacksepticeye egos #robbie the zombie #jse robbie #fanfic #IRIS Files #Kalcifers IRIS Files #horror fic #my fic

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cc-horan28 · 4 months

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Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out.

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church.

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word.

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did.

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for.

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way.

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne.

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless.

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight.

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

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iamlittlelostsoul · 2 years

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Haunting!Yuu AU

my masterlist!

Hello!

So I've just noticed that I already had 80 follows!!

Thank you so much hehe! <3

I didn't actually think I would get that much when all I do is write something only whenever I want. So I really appreciate it so much yet felt like I don't fully deserve it, do forgive me for being so irresponsible so often.

Anyways here is another on Twisted Wonderland au!

Summary: A ghost suddenly showed up in NRC well this news isn't really shocking or new but this ghost is too much of a problem, with too much chaos, and secrets to unfold.

No ships, gender fluid!Yuu

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Night Raven College is never lacking in magic, knowledge, talking portraits, and ghosts. It is rather common knowledge for the students and staff alike.

Yet something new yet not came causing confusion and chaos all around it's peaceful(?) campus.

A certain ghost, whom still has most of its human features and wore the NRC student uniform yet there's no telling what dorm they belong to, claims to be magicless yet have been weirdly the student's magicc seems to get drained really badly whenever they are near, they can't remember most of its human days yet remembers it's name "Yuu" they said.

And has been saying really weird and mysterious things such as being from their past but not too long around the time this batch of first years came, their present, and their future and that they were friends and related to most of them.

Yuu is a rather quiet ghost but when they talk, they would say rather cool and weird stuff or warnings about future events then forgets everything within seconds.

They wouldn't bother everyone but only haunts specific people such as the dorm heads, vice heads, 1st year's, students really related to those mentioned, and the staff especially the Headmaster.

They would bother him the most!

"Great sevens, Yuu! Can you not drain me of my magic how will I work?"

"As if you're working your only thinking about your next vacation plans."

"Wait! How did you— no I did not! I was thinking about the school's next event for I am gracious!"

"Sigh. You should cancel your plans for the next next month another blot event will happen and little grim might eat the blot stones again."

"Wut?!"

"...Did I say something weird again?"

"..."

Actually, the whole school can't really escape them. That one time around the first time Yuu showed up they drained the almost all of the students and staff in just a week! Crowley was forced to set a 3-day special vacation for the students ONLY to get their former strength back while the staff stayed to deal with Yuu.

They were honestly surprised that they didn't put up a fight as soon they heard about them trying to hopefully send her to rest since ghosts that remained in the living world have yet to move on to the afterlife because of an unfinished business or are just deeply attached to the place they haunt.

The keyword was trying. They are trying to send them to the afterlife but have continuously failed. Crowley is both stressed and a tad bit happy that he finally found something Sam is OUT OF STOCK!

" Hah! Take that Sam!"

"This is not a celebrating matter, Dire!"

"Whoops...excuse me for my actions Crewel" :D

"Sigh"

But they did find a temporary solution which is a little golden bracelet Sam had that can temporarily hold Yuu from draining the whole school dry but can only last for about a week so every end of the week they are to put another one. That is why they are still able to continue classes and school events! Which is making Crowley's wallet and himself cry since he had to pay Sam every time they are to buy the item for the sake of the school so his boasting about being gracious has sadly worsened.

Yuu has been extremely close to the first years, they don't know why but they felt rather connected to the lonesome spirit almost as if they were best friends especially Ace and Deuce they felt rather inseparable with the said ghost.

Everyone that Yuu spends the most time with felt the same. They were oddly connected but at the same time, they weren't. And every moment they spend with Yuu from classes and such felt oddly familiar like...

"Didn't we bake this Chestnut tart before? but..."

"Strange that I felt like I know yet I don't about Riddle's overblot and how it started?"

"I felt like at some point I knew beforehand who was the suspect in regarding the student getting injured?"

"I felt like we had these anemones on us before but I'm sure this is the first time I had it?"

"I'm sure Jamil was controlling Kalim before hand but don't know why and how??"

"Strange I felt like Vil would try poisoning Neige way before?"

They were a really odd ghost but a friendly one at that. They would even hang out with Malleus often and talks to them casually and even call them Tsunotaro fully knowing his identity. Sebek does NOT approve even if Lilia does!! Malleus really enjoys their company.

"HOW DARE YOU COME ANY CLOSER TO WAKA-SAMA YOU EVIL SPIRIT!"

"...anyways look Tsunotaro, I made you this small abandoned house with gargoyles and some grotesque."

"AND HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU STOP CALLING THEM TSUNOTARO!!"

"Fufufu~ They're so energetic again!"

"Thank you dear spirit for this lovely gift"

"Welcome, Tsunotaro."

" CALL HIM MALLEUS-SAMA, STUPID GHOST! STOP IGNORING ME!!!"

Yuu is an odd yet comforting ghost. They listen to their problems and help them cope and move on. Most of the students know about it because they all had experience relying on the troublesome spirit. At some point, they too wanted to help the spirit but there were no clues to help them move on and find peace.

"Hey Yuu, where do you even live?"

"hmm...Ramshackle"

"no like your actual home"

"...dunno."

"Oh come on there must be something!"

"Why are you even helping me?"

"AH! ...I..uh...I...for giving me advice for Monstro lounge! This is only a business partnership, nothing personal here!"

"Hmm...if you say so...I think it's *country name*"

"Hmm...never heard of that place...but I'll do my best to research it! Jade, Floyd! off to work!"

As odd as it was they still like being with the said ghost and Yuu seems to share the same feelings.

They were familiar yet not...

A tiny part of them desires to stay close but none of them knew why.

even the staff felt the same weird feeling as if the said spirit was once their student, their child...

...Could there be another timeline where they used to be together?

Where Yuu used to be human, goes to class with them, had fun with them, cause trouble and more?

Maybe...maybe they could bring it back...

But the question is how?

#Ghost!yuu #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst angst #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #gender neautral! yuu #ghost!yuu #twst first years #twst second years #twst third years #no romance #twst fluff #bits of angst #littlelostsoul

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welldonekhushi · 2 years

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Under My Spell | Part 4

Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Part 4 of Under My Spell!

Note: I wanted to end the story at part three itself hoping you all make the assumptions, since it was about Y/N being rescued after falling for Alejandro's tactics. But because the love you gave for this story.. and the growing ideas I had for this series.. here's part four 🥹

And also! If you aren't able to find the part you want to read in this series, just go through my #under my spell tag to browse through all my parts of the story! Hope you enjoy it! <3

Time passed, but you could never have forgotten that one night.. that changed your life forever. Alejandro.. Rudy.. those two people you met. You could only remember escaping the void with Rudy away from Alejandro's deadly reality and soon disappearing from your eyes once you wake up. Your mind wandered with many questions, wanting to know the answers to everything.

You kept seeing him with the wide-brimmed hat, the suit, the flying cape, the guitar.. and those glowing green eyes. They were likely enticing, and disastrous at the same time. It reflected how much terror that entity caused all around Mexico and now it had found that one target he could never back off from achieving it. You still felt haunted, despite how hard you tend to forget it.

Though, the man named Rudy saved you from Alejandro from taking your soul. But where did he go too? Was he still alive? Or was he.. just some illusion that guided you the way out? You were in your hotel room, laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling while you were drowned in your thoughts. Constant doubts filled your head, and it started to ache your head so bad. Grabbing the painkillers beside your bed, and chugging them down with the water, you place a hand on your head, trying to relax while you close your eyes, sighing.

".. I can't get him off my head." You said to yourself. "Why do I keep seeing him?" The rest was a blur in your head, since it was hard for you to recall. You couldn't even sleep properly, the moments just rewinding in your head like an endless dream. You kept seeing Alejandro. His face, his eyes, his beauty.. everything.

A part of you said Alejandro tried to kill you. Whatever Rudy said about him being an actual demon, created a different image of him in front of you. But the other part said.. he didn't mean to do it. He was nice, and wanted you to enter his world no matter how harsh and rough it looked. So many conflicting opinions fill your head and make it ache worse.

"Maybe it'll be better if I just slept." You sighed and buried your face on the pillow, trying to sleep your eyes out. A few moments later, you were able to rest yourselves and fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning, you woke up, your hair messy and mouth drooling, rubbing your eyes as the sunlight hit your vision. Checking it's about 7:30 AM on the clock, you put your feet on the ground and leave your bed, going to brush your teeth and get ready for breakfast. After getting bathed and fully clothed, you checked your fridge to see what could be there inside, and you find less items to eat. Sighing as you feel the need to go to the grocery store, you grab your purse and walk towards the shop nearby your house. It was a huge benefit for you especially in case you ran out of food and had the immediate need for any items.

"Thought of having a nice breakfast with eggs and toast, isn't that Y/N?" You said to yourself, grabbing a package of eggs and bread slices, before paying the cashier and going back home. You were already done so you grabbed the bag and stepped out of the store, checking your phone for any messages.

It was one of your friends, asking about if you're doing well and good. You were kind of scared to tell them about what happened to you last night but you preferred to keep it confidential in the meantime. So you were just reading their messages and got distracted, till that time you accidentally bumped into someone from the shoulder, almost making you fall down, but luckily you didn't and the items you brought didn't fall too.

"Oh no, I'm very sorry, I hope you're—" You cut yourself mid sentence when suddenly your eyes met that person whom you accidentally bumped with. It looked too familiar, and known, much to your shock. Your eyes widened and your mouth slightly gaped when you saw.. him.

He tilts his head, and looks at you confusedly. "Uhm, are you okay, señorita?"

You tried to get back to your senses to give a response, but it felt as if you were never going to be normal anymore. You let out a shaky response, but enough so he couldn't hear.

".. A-Alejandro?"

He raised an eyebrow, since he didn't catch you. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, I mean.. i-it's fine.. don't worry. I wasn't watching the road.."

He chuckled. "Make sure you don't use your device in the middle of a road, it'll only give you harm, cariño."

".. o-okay.. thank you. I think I'm getting late so.. have a nice day!" You nodded, and immediately began to run away back home as fast as you can. You entered your house and shut the door tight, panting in a panicked manner since you couldn't believe the visual you just noticed through your own eyes.

"Alejandro is.. alive?" You shivered and kept the groceries on the counter, and stressed your forehead. "No.. no no no no.. it can't be.. it must be the painkillers' side effects. Am I hallucinating? God, Y/N get your back together!" You knocked your head and tried to focus. "But.. didn't Rudy.."

You had a flashback of Alejandro getting stabbed by Rudy in the back, and the last time you saw him was dying in pure vain, and escape the reality. But how was it possible? Alejandro acted more human than his previous self when you met him. It was now confusing you more and more, and you clenched your head.

"Fucking hell." You groaned. "What is going on.." Everything was getting past your mind and making it worse, like as if Alejandro was now a part of your lifestyle and it wouldn't even let go of you anymore. Maybe you were just hallucinating, and you saw Alejandro because you kept seeing him in your dreams, and he couldn't even act that nicer.

All your hunger for eggs and toast just vanished for real, when you had that disastrous encounter between you and.. the demon. Who acted like he didn't know you. Or did he know already, and wanted to pursue you again? Start all of this from scratch? No way.

As you kept thinking about it, you heard a doorbell, making you gasp. It was so unsure what was behind the door, and you hoped it wasn't him, who found your way back here. Gulping, you walk towards the hall, to grab the door handle, and clench your eyes to open the door, only to realise that it was not Alejandro, but a woman on your doorstep. She had black, short-trimmed hair, with a slim face. She smiles at you and greets you. "Hola, señora. I hope I didn't disturb you."

You tried to say something, and you did. "N-no, you didn't! And hello.. how may I help you?"

"Oh, I wasn't here for any help. But, I want to.. talk to you about something.. necessary. Only if you allow me in I can." The woman said in a concerned tone, and your eyes suddenly relaxed in an unsure way. You didn't understand what was necessary that the woman came walking to your doorstep, but you didn't mind bringing her in so you can get to know about it. Nodding, you open the door wide and let the woman in, closing it and walk inside the living room.

You and the woman got seated, as you were ready to listen to her. "Okay so.. what was the necessary thing you wanted to talk about?"

The woman shifted herself comfortably, crossing her legs while she talked. "You know him.. right?"

".. know whom?" You raised an eyebrow.

The lady sighed, looking at you. ".. I meant.. Alejandro Var—"

You backed off from the couch, and stood up, not believing what the woman tried to say. How does she know about him?

".. h-how do you.. k-know.." You said, stuttering. The woman stood up and tried to calm you down.

"Señora, calm down. I didn't mean to make you feel like this, but.. I'm glad I found you, so I can talk to you about this."

Your eyes can't believe that the woman you just met actually knew about Alejandro. It was so suspicious to you already that he had a past and she was a part of it too. Looking at her horrified, you let her continue.

".. I found you near the grocery store, when I was outside trying to avoid my eyes out of Alejandro himself. When I quietly saw you bump into him and felt shocked, I realised that you had a connection with him too." A flashback shows you at the grocery store with Alejandro, where the woman watched you two secretly before you ran away from him. ".. this is why.. I came here, travelling to help you. Because you're not the one who went through this."

The woman comforts you, while she speaks. ".. Alejandro is.. the El Charro Negro. Am I correct?"

You nodded, weakly and in pure horror. She understood and chuckled. "Then I'm in the right place. This is where, I'm here to help you."

You quickly grabbed her hands, and looked at her desperately. "Please.. whatever you can do, is to help me. I don't know what's going on.."

"I used to feel that too, miel. But I did find a way to overcome it, and I know you'll too." The woman nods, and smiles, getting up on the couch as she walks around the room. "If you allow me to take you to the one person who would actually help you in this mess."

"Who?" You asked, eagerly. And the woman turned around, looking at you for a brief moment till the scene switches to a small village area, where you saw everyone taking care of each other, and handing each other stuff as if they were working on something. While you go through your journey of exploration, you find your way upstairs to someone else's house, the one that you've been looking for.

The woman opened the door, and checked the place to see if anyone was around, and your eyes went to the flasks, books, and candles around the shelf. The room was well-detailed and clean, though it was a bit small. The woman nodded at you, wanting you to wait for a while. Suddenly, someone comes out from the curtains to arrive at the living room to check who it was.

"Como puedo ayudarte—" It was a man, who stopped at its footsteps the moment he saw the two of you. Especially his eyes widened at the sight of you, being at his home.

".. Valeria?" The man furrowed his eyebrows, calling out the woman's name who brought you here. She turns around to you, concernedly.

"She needs your help." Valeria left your hand and made you walk towards the man, who you already knew about. The one who saved you from trouble and made you escape the reality.

".. Rudy?" Your lips made you leave his name, and realised that all this time, Rudy existed, and was living a normal life here all the time. He itself, couldn't believe that you would find a way out here. He thought it would not be safe to come, but he understood for what reason you stepped in here.

Rudy straightens his eyebrows, and purses his lips, nodding. "Hello again, Y/N."

#cod #call of duty #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty fanfic #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #rodolfo parra #call of duty x reader #under my spell

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mirthlxss · 1 year

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Hello my dear, I was so sad when this blog went a little AWOL due to the gross anons, miss mam you can't leave me hanging like that... seeing you slowly coming back made me SOY excited, I hope you find the time/strength to get back to Off To the Races... In the mean time, could I please request some general Price content? I love how you depict him, do you have any general headcanons for the big guy > :£

Sincerely, your Tumblr stalker... Haha, just joking!

You’re lucky I have a few of these knocking about, here are some random Captain Price headcanons. I’mma be zesty in saying they align with the John we know in Off to the Races.

Captain Price understands and appreciates the humble goodness of simplistic food. The man will stand in the safe house kitchen and harp on about how a well-timed egg with lashings of pepper and salt is practically gourmet when done to perfection. As much as this is true, he is also the sauce king. How can the two exist simultaneously? When it's his own cooking: hearty, jejune in a very English stew type of way. But at base? God, he hates the canteen food, only the right balance between various sauces can smother the tin taste of inadequately drained brine tuna. Has an extensive collection of bbq and hot sauces. Won’t share them.

Thought that if he hadn’t gone into the army that he would’ve become a carpenter of some degree, appreciates the intricacies of woodwork and likes to let his fingers draw over the ridges of a well-carved decor. Would love to take a few classes in his spare time though he’s never committed to it, always finding one excuse or another. That doesn’t stop him from buying certain wooden trinkets, favouring darker wood, he has an ornate hand-carved box to keep his cigars. Often gazes thoughtfully upon it as he smokes in the office.

His father had cancer when he was quite young, he felt extremely guilty leaving for the army at sixteen but he knew he’d be more use put to work than he’d be causing trouble around the town. John had a lot of pent-up emotion and no positive place to put it, aggravated at life and the lot he was given. It stressed his parents to no end, mostly his mother. Between his sisters, father and himself, she was strung out and tearing at the seams. Sometimes he questions whether he did it for himself or his family, he often concludes it was for both. He was given leave in his early twenties to go say his goodbyes at the hospice, doesn’t think he’s ever really recovered from that moment. It seems like every death he’s experienced after that felt innately personal, he carries each one and hasn’t figured out how to put any of them down to rest fully in his mind.

Loves his mother dearly, more than his sister though he’d never admit that. Sends her postcards when he can, doesn’t talk much to his siblings but remembers to buy them somewhat last-minute gifts at Christmas, mostly pre-wrapped toiletry sets he’s grabbed a the pharmacy whilst he’s stopped along the motorway home. Doesn’t go to family gatherings as much as he should, with each bit of war that stains his consciousness he feels more and more detached from his former self, like a ghost in the room with his family as he watches them with their children and wrinkles slowly forming from smiling over the years.

Soap has tried, and failed miserably, to set John up with blind dates. He outright refuses, or somehow, already knows who he’d be going with and then refuses. Somehow always finds some overthought, finicky excuse, convinced he is destined to be a little lonely. He’s had partners before and has dated around but as the years pass by he’s given less and less thought to actually pursuing anyone, more time given to ruminating on the life he could’ve had. One somewhat like his siblings, smile lines, Christmas and cheeky children.

Is hilarious at team 141’s karaoke nights when they all get too drunk and stumble back to the shared common room. Gaz bought a second-hand karaoke machine from a charity shop and they’ve had endless fun with it. Price likes Nickleback, won’t hear anything else about it. Is surprisingly good at singing How you remind me, has the rasp for it. Also surprised the boys with his rendition of Poker Face, particularly in response to catching Soap training to it. Won’t admit that he sang it, claims they were all drunk and delirious, which is completely true but that doesn’t explain the video.

Thank you for the support, I am slowly coming round to another chapter, just gathering the mental agility needed to volt over the potential of new anons ;)

#captain price #john price #captain john price #john price x reader #off to the races #mw2 price #john price x y/n #captain john price x reader #mw2 headcanons #mw2 hcs #captain price headcanons

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queen-of-boops · 7 months

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Volume 6 Thoughts

Geri is about to catch some hands. Girl cannot take no for an answer and is beyond delusional when it comes to Joyo. Telling her off felt good.

Why does Joyo's little pouty face get me every time? It's so sad and cute at the same time.

No Travis, I don't want you, I don't know how many times I have to say it.

I'm sorry, but why do none of the couples change anymore? There was so much drama last week and still nothing changed.

The sleepwear options are cute, especially the teddy. My MC is fully embracing her Barbie era with all the pink outfits this season.

I've seen quite a few other people say it, but why the hell do we need to sneak out to the daybeds? I want Travis and Geri to know we don't want to sleep next to them.

Joyo mentioned in casa that he loves dirty talk and girls whispering in his ear. Idk if the other boys said that or not in this volume but it is a Joyo specific thing in my head now.

All the boys smell like cedarwood apparently and I reject it. Joyo's a scuba diver from a beach town for Christ's sake, he should smell like the sea and maybe something like bergamot. Not cedarwood (that should be Alex specific and I'll die on that hill).

Bits scene itself was short ànd kinda lackluster.... I don't have time to rewrite it, but it's tempting.

Okay, again, idk what the morning chat looks like for everyone but I was kicking my feet and squealing like a little girl. It was established in casa that Joyo hates camping and sleeping outside, but he goes on this little rant about how much he enjoyed sleeping under the stars with us and how we're the only person he'd do that for. Can you say swoon-worthy?

Fuck off Geri, JOYO DOESN'T WANT YOU.

Okay, on a non Raf route, Daph is adorable. I love her and Raf together.

Movie night titles were way better this season. I particularly liked 'Jumping for Joyo', 'Geri Much In Love', and 'Daph-Need Your Love'.

But the movie night drama was not it. Wow, a bombshell came in and flirted with me, call the press! Thank God Evan said something. The rest of the clips felt contrived or like they were just there to make Geri look bad (can't Joyo just pick me cause he likes me more and not cause Geri's a hot mess hypocrite?)

Can we also just appreciate that when I say my head isn't turning, everyone knows it's still on Joyo. We've been asking for this since casa s2 and it's finally, consistently remembering who I said I want to be with no matter how many people are interested in me.

Date with Evan was fine. Love that he seems to respect the word no. His sprite is fine AF, but I really just want him to be my villa bestie.

Love how soft and melty Joyo is one on one now, it's precious.

I absolutely howled when Joyo came to pull me for a chat and talked right over Geri's protests. She was so shocked.

Yes, Joyo! Admit you're a jealous motherfucker and let's get back together already!

Travis. Get it through your head. I'm telling you I'm closed off with Joyo, that doesn't mean I want to keep getting to know you like that. I don't want you.

Flowers, really? Kinda hoping they actually aren't from Joyo (and think they might not be just so FB can have him be jealous and start more drama). It's a little weird honestly and an interesting choice for a cliffhanger.

Still really enjoying this season for all its faults honestly. Joyo has me in the palm of his hand and I'd happily go with him anywhere. Not totally sure I see the vision for where they're gonna take the rest of the season, but as long as I get to keep flirting with Joyo, I'm good.

#mo rants about s7 #litg #litg s7 #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist

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softiecaro · 2 years

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QUESTION...? — LANDO NORRIS

summary: Lando and Maia had been friends with benefits for a while. A relationship where she gave a lot and received little. Where he was focused on his work and was the only thing that had his attention. And where he realized too late what he had before he lost it.

pairing: lando norris x maia (reader)

words: 4.6K

warnings: Some bad words, a lot of angst, toxic relationships. Also, English is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator hehe.

notes: Attention with his friend Aurora, MAYBE she will appear in a following story with another driver;)

MATERLIST TAYLOR SWIFT SERIES

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Lando and Maia had mutual friends, she was friends with Max Fewtrell so it was almost impossible that they didn't know about each other. They officially met at a party where Lando was DJing for fun. It was when he saw her in the crowd dancing with her friends, wearing an orange dress and moving freely as if there was no one else around her.

He never stopped looking at her and he didn't mind looking like a psychopath, even when he was sitting at the bar he couldn't take his eyes off her, not even with her friend Max's comment about it. “You're already being weird. If you're not going to talk to her, please stop staring at her like that."

So Maia felt a gaze on her and she surveyed the place for a few seconds until she found curious eyes a few meters away, barely visible among the crowd and the darkness of the place.

Suddenly she began to walk towards them at a steady pace, and at that moment Lando thought that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

—Hey Max! It's been a long time since we saw each other.—The girl gave the man a warm hug.

—Yes! I think the last time we saw each other was at that festival a few months ago. How have you been? This is my friend Lando, by the way.

—I've been wonderful, actually. Thank you for asking— Without stopping smiling, she directs her gaze towards the brunette, who was in a kind of trance— Ah yes, Lando, your friend who is now a driver in Formula 1, or am I wrong? Hello, nice to meet you.

Lando is still in shock until his friend elbows him in the ribs.

—You're a Mclaren fan.

—What?

—No, it was a joke. You know, because of the color of your dress. It's the same color as my team, Mclaren, orange— After Lando's answer, Max hits his face with his hand, embarrassed. Then he walks away from them, getting a confused look from the other two.

—Sorry, that was so stupid. You're so beautiful and I was just trying to flirt.

Maia finally laughs.

—Let me tell you, you're terrible at flirting, and I'm also more of a Ferrari fan type, I'm so sorry. But thanks for the compliment, you're cute too.

Just a couple of minutes later they were both in one of the on-site bathrooms, sloppy hands trailing over each other's bodies eagerly as they desperately kissed.

6 month later

“We had one thing going on, I swear that it was something ´cause I don't remember who I was before you painted all my nights in color I've searched for since”.

Maia and Lando continued to see each other, but their relationship hadn't fully progressed. They had decided to remain a kind of friends with benefits. Neither of them were really looking for a relationship; Lando just wanted to focus on his Formula 1 career, she was scared of how well known he was and what it would do to her fans to see him with someone like her. But she was in love, finally she fell harder, while he looked less and less interested.

—I should go, it's late.—Lando says as he play with her bra strap.

—Why don't you stay?—she asks carefully, already knowing the answer but wanting to try to get him to stay anyway.

—You know I can't, darling, tomorrow I have to travel and the next day the practices start and…

—...And you have to rest, I know.—She stands up a little and leans on her elbow to look into his eyes. She raises her hand and begins to caress the curlers of his hair lovingly.—But you can rest here anyway. You can sleep with me, tomorrow we get up, I can make breakfast and...

—No, I'm sorry.—He was already pulling away from her touch and getting up from the bed as he put on his clothes that were scattered around the room.

—What?— her voice muffled by her blankets.

When he finishes getting dressed, he turns to her, curious that she didn't respond to him. She always insisted for a while, but now she had gone quiet, lying back down and pulling her blankets up until they were completely covered up to her head.

—Maia...

—Honey please, we've talked about this before.—he says in an obviously tired voice.—You knew the terms when we started, I have to do my best at my job, and I can't…

—I know, just go.

—Come on Maia, don't be mad.—Lando finally walks over to the bed again and tries to pull the blankets off of her. As he does, she quickly turns her back on him, trying to hide the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

—I'm not mad Lando, it's fine. Go away, it's late— And she wasn't lying. She wasn't angry...she was sad.

He stands there for a few seconds looking at her, then sighs heavily, takes his things and leaves the apartment.

“can i ask you a question? (...) did you leave her house in the middle of the night?”

Two days later Lando and his teammate Daniel meet in the Mclaren garage by chance while resting in the gap between practice 1 and 2.

—And when will you bring your girlfriend to the paddock?—The dark-haired man asks as he finishes lacing up his shoes.

—She's not my girlfriend, I've already told you thousands of times. And I also told you not to say it so loud...

—Why? Don't you want people to know you have a girlfriend?— He teases him as he stands up and looks around the garage.

—Daniel…

—Bro, I don't understand why you make such a big deal, would it be so bad if you guys were officially a couple?

—You know that I want to concentrate on my career mainly. If I have a girlfriend, I am going to lose focus on what I really have to pay attention to.

—Come on Lando, she's magnificent and she only brings positive things to your life. I don't know why you would think that being her boyfriend could negatively influence your work if all she does is give you love. Who is the person who is constantly supporting you in everything? Who is the one who is always believing in you when you don't? Don't let her go my friend, you would be very stupid if you let her go. Give yourself a chance.

When Daniel finishes speaking, a smile on his face as always, he gives Lando a friendly pat on the back and walks away from him.

That's when the gears in Lando's little head begin to turn. It's true, you are his motivation to continue, to be the best. Maybe Daniel was right, maybe they could take the next step. But Lando had one thing clear: he had to start putting more of his part, because he was aware that he is the one who gives less in the relationship, and she did not deserve that.

He spent Friday practicing, qualifying Saturday finishing P7. He finally made it to race day Sunday finishing 5th. He couldn't get Maia out of his head ever since, but it wasn't a distraction, it was a motivation. So after his celebrations in the paddock, Lando decides that he is going to send her a message. Upon unlocking his phone, he sees that he already has a message.

By Maia to Lando: Hey, congratulations on the race, you were great :)

By Maia to Lando: By the way, I want to talk to you about something. Let me know when you have time and I can call you X

By Lando to Maia: Hello sweetheart, thank you very much, I'm very happy… I was going to say exactly the same thing. I will be at the hotel at approximately 8pm, do you think I should call you at that time?

By Maia to Lando: 8pm is fine :)

So as soon as Lando gets to his hotel room, he takes a shower as fast as he can. When he finished, he changed into comfortable clothes and took his phone to dial the girl. A couple of rings later Lando can hear Maia's voice through her cell phone. —Hi, how are you?—she starts.

—Great, and you?— There were a few seconds of silence in which she didn't answer, so he spoke again— I miss you.

—Lando... I want to get straight to the point, I need to talk to you because I feel like if I keep this up, I'm going to explode.

Lando's heart shuddered at the sound of her overwhelmed voice.

—What happen? Everything is alright? Did something happen to you?— He hastened to say.

She took a few long seconds not knowing how to start.

—Princess?...

—Lando, I don't want to do this anymore.

It took him a moment to absorb her words.

—What do you mean?

—”This", Lando. Us. I don’t want to keep doing this. This friends with benefits thing that we have.

He gets up from his bed where he was sitting and starts to pace the room. This wasn't supposed to end here, he wanted to tell her that he was ready to make the first move, ask her if she was ready, and promise her that he was going to give more of his part. Give her everything she deserves

— I'm sorry, I would iked to tell you in person, but I don't think I can.

—And may I know why you want us to end this?

—Why? Lando, this is poisonous. See you just when you have time and then we have sex. You are worried about your work 90% of the time we spend together and I have always supported you. I have given you all of me. But the problem is that you don't give anything to me, and I don't deserve this.

Lando swallows hard when she finishes speaking. He knew that everything she said is true, he was more than clear now. But he was ready to fix it, even if it was too late.

—I, today I spoke with Daniel and now I know that…—He couldn't speak, he didn't know how to tell her that he didn't want to end this, that he wanted to have her forever with him and that he wanted to give her all the love she deserved.— Maia, please, just give me another chance, I...

—Stop please, no…I can't. Let's leave this here. I wish you the best in your career and in your life, goodbye Lando.

—Maia?...

There was no answer. She had cut the call. Heart in his throat, he got back into his contacts and dialed his friend and teammate.

—Hello boy, how are you?

—Daniel, I'm stupid.

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Lando thought that from that moment it would only be possible to see her on social networks, and he did so. He constantly stalked her instagram account to see how she was doing, and he saw her happy and enjoying her life.

Maybe this is for the best, he thought, maybe it's for the best that we're apart.

On the other hand, Maia thought just the opposite. She missed him to death. She missed his voice. She missed running her hands through his hair. She missed talking to him about petty things. She even missed when he left her house late at night.

She hadn't stopped seeing him at the races. Lando was having a rough patch and she just wanted to go, hug him, kiss him and give him all the words of support that she always gave him. But then she remembered how bad the relationship was and just doesn't feels right.

One day she decided to stop watching the races, hide his Instagram posts so she could forget about him. So she spent some time and she thought she was over it, until she got a call from Max Fewtrell.

—Maia! How are you?

—Hey! I'm fine, now I was tidying up my apartment a bit. How have you been?—She answered as she walked into her kitchen, sitting in one of the chairs.

—Fine thanks. Hey, you know, in a week I'll be in your city, and as you may know I'll be on my birthday. So I'm going to have a party at a friend's house, a simple barbecue with some friends. Obviously you're invited, I'd really like you to go.

—You know I never forget your birthday, and just send me the address and don't doubt that I'll be there.

—Cool! If you want you can take some friends with you if you like… But he will be there, I will fully understand if you don't want to go. But like I said before, I'd love for you to attend.

—Don't worry Max, I'll go anyway. It's all okay now.— This was more to convince herself than her friend.—Thanks for letting me know, anyway.

There were a few seconds of silence. "He". It obviously meant Lando. She would see him again. Would she be up for it?

That week Maia tried to convince herself that everything would be okay. That she would see him again and that she was not going to fall back into his arms.

Until the day, she thought that it would be best to text Max and tell him she was sick. He wouldn't believe her, that wouldn't work.

—Maia, I know that face. You're not regretting it, are you?—Her friend Aurora watched her from the bed as she finished her makeup.

Max had told her that she could bring friends, and Aurora would be the perfect friend to support her in situations like these.

—Yes. I want to go, I really want to go. But I'm afraid.

—Hey, I'll be with you, I won't leave you alone at any time.

So it was. When they arrived at the place, both entered with their arms intertwined. Maia unconsciously started looking for Lando through all the crowd, but she couldn't find him.

—Maia, nice to see you!—Max had approached both girls and gave the named one a big hug.

—Happy birthday Max.— She told him seconds later slowly moving away from the hug.— I brought you this, I hope you like it.

After a thanks for the gift and a brief introduction from Max and Aurora, the boy told them to make themselves at home and that whatever they needed, they should look for him.

The party venue was a big house with an even bigger yard and a swimming pool. Outside was where most of the people were as they were having a barbecue and that was where there was an immensely long table.

The day passed and passed and there was no sign of Lando. So Maia began to relax little by little. They both socialized with a couple of people, the atmosphere was great.

—Hey girls, come and sit!— A man told them at one point. So they walked over to the table and sat down. Minutes later everyone was eating, laughing and talking to each other.

—The star has arrived!—someone yelled. And that's when she heard his laugh. She would recognize him anywhere, anytime.

—Sorry I'm late, I had some car trouble so I asked Charles to give me a ride.

Most of them turned to look at Lando, but she refused to do so. Lando for his part had not yet noticed her presence as he approached Max to give him a big hug.

That's when Lando noticed her, she glanced at him as she continued to eat her food. The boy opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, wanting to say something but not finding the right words. Max across the table noticed this situation, so he quickly tried to fix it.

He bumped a couple of fists as he searched for a free seat. Maia knew that the seat to the right of her was free, but she refused to believe that she was so unlucky that it would be the only one empty.

But yes, she was unlucky.

—Henry, would you mind trading places with Lando?—he asked a random guy.

—No Max, don't worry. Everything's fine.—Maia thrashed internally. Why did she say that? Maybe because she wanted to prove, and prove to herself, that everything was okay and that she was over it. Lando takes a seat and everyone goes back to their conversations before he arrives.

On her left side, her friend Aurora was peeking at her for any sign of discomfort. He gave her shoulder a quick squeeze to remind her that she was with her.

The atmosphere continues as before with everyone talking to each other and Maia begins to let go as before Lando arrived.

On the other hand, all Lando can do is look at her out of the corner of his eye. He had only given his food a couple of spoonfuls, had no appetite, not when she was inches away from him after months.

Lando felt his hands itching to touch her, it only took five seconds of her touch to heal him completely. He couldn't stand it, his body screamed for it. He slowly brought his hand closer to her under the table. He started with small brushes and seeing no negative reactions from her part, he continued to do so.

Maia felt it, of course she had, but she wanted it to appear unaffected, following her conversation with Aurora as if nothing was happening. In the next second, she felt his hand much firmer, now on her knee, where he gave a squeeze. That was definitely the straw that broke the camel's back of her sensations.

She automatically jerked his hand away from her and Lando freaked out. She just gave him a "enough is enough" look, and she went back to some random conversation she was in.

“Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question…"

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After everyone finished eating, they began to slowly stand up and spread throughout the house. Lando lost sight of Maia when she went to the bathroom and thought it was the perfect time to find her alone. But he couldn't, Aurora was always there with her. She was now literally waiting for her at the bathroom door, as if she were her own bodyguard.

When Maia came out of the bathroom, they both headed downstairs under Lando's watchful eye. He quickly approached them.

—And then I told her to follow me, and she didn't listen to me, so she stayed locked up and…

—Hello girls. Maia, can we talk for a second?—He cut them off, getting right to the point. Both girls were surprised by the sudden appearance of the brunette.

—Hello, of course.— Maia replies nonchalantly without moving. Then Lando looks at Aurora out of the corner of his eye.

—But in private.

—Anything you want to say to me, you can say it here.

—But it's about us, please...

—Yes, ummm. About that…I wanted to tell you that you can go get your things at my apartment— Lando wanted to reply something about it but she immediately continued speaking— Next week I'll be traveling, so you can go and enter with the key I gave you.

When she finished speaking, both girls looked at him waiting for an answer.

—Okay.—He said simply.

—And when you go out, leave the key on the table, please.

So it was. A week later Lando headed for the apartment he had so often left late at night and where he had left her with a cruel sense of loneliness.

When he entered the place, the smell of her filled his nostrils. He took a deep breath and began to gather his things quickly.

But before leaving, he left the key on the table, just as she had asked. And along with that, he left a Formula 1 VIP pass in an envelope along with a note.

"Hey, the next race will be here in Monaco. I'll leave you this vip pass so you can go if you want. I know you always wanted to go and I never took you because I'm stupid. Max and other friends are going too, so you can go with them to feel comfortable.

PS: Don't feel obligated to go support me or anything, it's just so you can go have fun and watch the race :) Also, I know you're more of a Ferrari fan :)

-have fun, Lando."

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Race week

Before qualifying, Max and three other friends came over to say hello to Lando and to give him good luck, but Maia wasn't with them. He didn't want to ask Max so as not to seem desperate, much less he was going to send her a message to harass her.

After a tough lap battling the Alfa Romeo drivers, he was knocked out in the first round of qualifying, finishing 17th. He staggered out of his car, whispered a simple “sorry” to the people in the garage, and then headed off to his driver's room, waiting for the time to go to his hotel.

After having a terrible night, the next day he arrived at the paddock with a zombie face and a mood worse than a zombie.

Until he saw her, she was wearing a flowing white dress, a small purse and his black converse. She was walking with Max's friends laughing at something he had said.

—Lando, there you are, little star!

—Hey guys, good to see you.—He was just looking at her at that moment.

—I heard you got P17, I'm sorry. I hope today is a good race for you anyway, you can get to the pole if you put your mind to it and you know it.

And there she was. Lando's heart sped up when he heard her voice.

—Thank you Maia, I really appreciate it.

She saw Lando's face, he was defeated, and she knew that all he needed was a few words of support.

—Lando, we need you here, please.— Some Mclaren engineer called the boy from the garage.

—Bye guys, see you later.—Lando said a quick goodbye as he fist bumped the men. When he got to Maia, he was dying to hug and kiss her, but for obvious reasons he opted for something simpler.

He took one of her hands in his in an awkward move. But as they walked away, they both slowly let go, feeling every inch of each other's skin.

Max, who had watched this interaction carefully, looked at Maia.

—Everything is alright?—He asked her, to which she only responded with a nod of her head.

They then walked around the paddock some more and went to their places before the race started.

Maia's anxiety was at its peak as they were waiting for the lights to go out for the race to start. As soon as the race started, Lando quickly moved up to 2 positions. By lap 20 he was already in 10th place. In front of him was Max Verstappen, who wasn't having a good races lately like he usually does, so unfortunately on lap 30 he started slowing down little by little until he stopped his car at a side of the track.

With a yellow flag as Verstappen's car was taken off the track, Lando took advantage of pitting to change his set of tyres. In front of him were 8 cars and he began to overtake them easily, receiving many compliments from the radio.

When he overtook Carlos Sainz, he almost heard him in his head saying "qué cabrón".

—Lando, you can do it kid, stay there.—He heard the radio ordering him. But that was not what really pushed him to go ahead and give his best. He remembered the words Maia had said to him a few hours ago. He remembered his face. He revived every inch of her skin that he hadn't seen in months but still remembered so adoringly. He remembered her voice and the softness of it of hers.

Maia watched as Lando's car pushed against Lewis Hamilton's, fighting for first place. The next five laps were spent trading between first and second place. But in the last one Lando was leading.

Everyone in the McLaren garage holding their breath as if that would make Lando win the race.

—Come on Lando.— Maia whispered as she held her face in both hands.

Lando saw Lewis behind, perilously close. But there was no need to worry anymore, he was the one who crossed the finish line first. He hadn't noticed until he saw how he passed the man in charge of moving the checkered flag.

He had won the race.

—You are the champion of Monaco´s race, Lando! Congratulations, excellent work. P1 and P8 by Ricciardo. Good points for the team.

Only screams of emotion began to come out of his mouth. He couldn't believe it.

When parking the car in the predestined place for the champions, at his sides Hamilton and Leclerc. He got out of the car and outside the whole team received him with euphoria.

He took off the uncomfortable helmet and received many hugs, friendly taps on the shoulder, congratulations from everyone.

He searched her with his eyes. She was smiling at him from a part of the paddock, his countenance in the midst of all the euphoria. He walked briskly towards her as more and more congratulations from his friends and co-workers.

They were alone in the place, as if everyone around them had suddenly fallen silent. He only cared about her and she only cared about him. Nothing more.

When he got to her, he didn't have to say much. He took her face in both hands and kissed her. It was at that moment that he realized from her that he missed her lips more than he thought he did.

She followed the kiss automatically by crossing her arms behind his head, and that was the signal that Lando needed to take her by the waist and lift her a few inches off the ground, without separating his lips of hers.

When they separated, touching their foreheads still with their eyes closed, the sound in the background returned to his ears again. Even when Max and the others started harassing them, they didn't split up.

Lando put her feet back on the ground and she hugged him, hiding her face in his chest.

“Can I ask you a question, did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room, and every single one of your friends was making fun of you, but 15 seconds later they were clapping too? then what did you do?"

—I think I love you, Maia—he whispered into her ear loud enough for only her to hear amidst all the noise.

Then she raised her head from his chest and looked into his eyes. She stroked the curls.

—I swear I'll do everything right this time. I will give you everything you deserve, what I never gave you. I promise you.

And then she spoke.

—Hey, how about we start again? My name is Maia, are you Lando Norris from Mclaren?

#lando norris imagine #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #formula 1 #taylor swift series #taylor swift ft f1 #question #question imagine #charles leclerc

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misc-obeyme · 3 months

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Arsenios's Story: Preview

Since today is Arsenios's birthday, I'm sharing this little snippet from his story that I've been working on. The story still doesn't have a title, but I swear I'll come up with one at some point.

I wanted to share something a little fluffy. I think this is a cute little scene. It's before all the really dramatic stuff happens in the story lol.

Note that this is just a preview and is subject to change in the final draft. As always you can find more information about Arsenios in his profile post.

GN!MC x Arsenios (demon OC)

Warnings: none this is all fluff

A few days later you were in your bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling. Your mind was whirring, your thoughts steadily tumbling over each other. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes, and sleep. And yet, for some reason, you couldn't.

You sighed. You rolled over in bed and picked up your D.D.D. hoping something there could distract you.

You were going to scroll through Devilgram, but you accidentally opened your contacts instead. You saw Arsenios's name there, new among your list.

Your finger hovered over the send message option. It was late. He was probably asleep, like you should be. And it wasn't like you guys were close enough that you could just text him in the middle of the night.

And yet…

Your mind was a little cloudy from exhaustion, so you went ahead and sent a message anyway. You'd deal with any consequences later.

MC: Hey, are you still awake? Or do you have a normal sleep schedule?

What a dorky thing to say. But you didn't care because you were tired, but couldn't sleep and your brain was not fully functioning. You just needed to talk to someone. Sure, you could have sent a message to any one of the brothers. Actually, you could have just left your room and talked to them in person. Levi was certainly still awake and a good gaming session might even be something that could help. Lucifer might still be awake, too, but you were far more likely to encounter a lecture from him. But for some reason, you didn't want to do any of that.

Your phone vibrated and you nearly dropped it in surprise.

Arsenios: What's sleep? Is that a human thing?

You rolled your eyes. Now you felt a little less like a dork because you were clearly talking to someone who was even more of one than you were.

MC: Ha ha, very funny. So you are awake.

Arsenios: I am now. Did you forget to do your curses and hexes homework for tomorrow? Because if that's why you're texting me, I regret to inform you that I didn't do it either.

MC: No, unlike you I actually care about school. I know better than to think you've done any homework ever.

Arsenios: That's a relief. I wouldn't want to be known for doing homework. So what's up? Everything okay?

You paused for a moment. Was he worried about you? You shook your head. You were being silly.

MC: Nothing, really. I just can't sleep, that's all.

Arsenios: I can do something about that. Hang on.

You read this last message in confusion. You stared at the screen for a moment, not sure how to respond, when it scared you to death by ringing in your hand. Arsenios's name flashed across the screen.

He was calling you?

You swiped to answer because what else could you do?

"Um, hello?" you said.

"Hey," Arsenios said. "Sorry to just call you out of nowhere like that, but I can't help you sleep if you can't hear me."

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

There was the soft strum of guitar strings on the other line.

"Have you already forgotten?" His tone was amused. "I can sing you to sleep."

You stared at the phone for a minute. "What?"

He laughed, a soft rolling sound that sounded like music itself. "My power, remember? If you're having trouble sleeping, it would be easy for me to put a little magic into my song to help you fall asleep. Is that okay?"

Your cheeks heated up and you were glad he couldn't see you. At least he asked this time. You thought about it. It would be nice if you could just sleep right now. "Okay. But if I fall asleep…"

"Don't worry," Arsenios said. "I'll hang up. I won't hear you snoring or talking in your sleep."

"I don't do either of those things!" you said and he laughed again.

"Just get comfortable and tell me when you're ready," he said.

You readjusted yourself so that you were comfortable in your bed, keeping your D.D.D. beside you on the pillow.

"Okay," you said. "I'm ready."

"Sweet dreams, MC," Arsenios said. He started to play the guitar before you could respond. Moments later, he was singing something soft and sweet. You hadn't heard it before, so you figured it was a Devildom song of some kind. It was mellow and quiet. The baritone of his voice easily rising and falling with the notes. It was hard to believe this was the same voice that had been practically growling on stage with the band. Right now it was smooth and gentle, the acoustic hum of the guitar strings mingling perfectly.

Soon enough, your eyes began to drift closed. You felt yourself falling into a restful slumber. It was like you were wrapped up in the song's melody, held close and kept warm. Your dreams were mild and pleasant.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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sincerely-sofie · 2 months

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Hello!

I just finished reading the epilogue of TPIAG, and I would usually do something like this anonymously because the vulnerability does scare me. But for how much The Present is a Gift means to me, I just wanted to be fully myself while writing this.

Before anything else, thank you. From the bottom of my heart and with the entirety of my being, thank you. I can't even say TPIAG changed my life because that would be a massive understatement for how much impact it all had on me. I don't know how else to describe it, but this story you've created, the characters within it, everything - it's like they all walked and journeyed with me throughout everything I've been through in the last few months. For the first time in my life, I was dealing with grief - and it was a grief so strong that it would physically hurt. It was so many emotions and thoughts going on at once, and I felt so lost and overwhelmed. Yet with TPIAG, I felt so seen. It was genuinely a huge reason in why I've been learning to fully accept that grief with open arms and I cannot thank you enough for that.

Reading through TPIAG, unraveling the story chapter per chapter, and even seeing your posts about it are all experiences I cherish so much. I can recall so many times with TPIAG where I'd have the biggest most genuine smile on my face, and times where I'd feel like I could do nothing else but cry tears that were just so painful in every way, and everything in between. AGHHH i really don't know how else to describe it, but the fact that your writing was able to bring out these raw emotions in me...all I can say is that your writing just feels so...real, so genuine. And that genuine nature of it all didn't just help me connect with the story and the characters, but with myself. I'm genuinely in a much better place now than I was when I started reading TPIAG and it truly played such a huge role in that. And slight tangent, but the feeling really sank in when I took a walk the other day for no reason other than because i wanted to walk. Just appreciating what was there right then in the moment, being able to accept the past and trust the future - I cannot begin to describe how alive I felt, and just how....myself I felt. You really do have a point. The present really, genuinely, truly, is a gift.

Lastly, I just wanted to say that I've always struggled to put my gratitude into words, even now. It's a really scary thing for me for reasons I still find difficult to explain. But not at least trying wouldn't feel right, especially for something like this. The love, care, thought, and the genuine YOU that you put into what you do is evident with how genuine everything is. I know I've used the word "genuine" a lot but it really is the best way to describe everything, and I don't take its meaning and use lightly! I'm genuinely grateful I came across TPIAG that one day a few months ago. I'm genuinely grateful to have witnessed this story unfold. I'm genuinely grateful that you create and nurture these wonderful stories - not just for me, or the rest of your followers (who, from what I've seen, really care about you!), but for how you create them for you. Even though I don't personally know you, from what you've shared on your blog, i can see it hasn't been an easy life for you. But the fact that you put so much heart and soul into your work because you love it and that it helps you heal, and the fact that Twig's story of recovery mirrors your own - again I know it's strange coming from a stranger but I really am so happy for you! AGHHH again it's so hard to put into words but I really am just so grateful in so many ways! Just know that I am writing this in actual tears and with the biggest smile on my face and heart because that really is how I best show gratitude!

All in all, I truly wish you kindness, healing, and all the best with all that you do, whether that be writing, drawing, or whatever else your heart desires. Just remember that what matters most is doing the things you love because you genuinely love to do them - for you! And of course, wishing Twig and the gang all the best as well!

And in case I still haven't said it enough,

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Your willingness to be vulnerable has not gone unnoticed, and it's very touching that you were willing to share your thoughts like this!

I'm so glad that this fic could have such an impact and provide such a resource for you amidst your grief. It means so much that it was able to help get you in a better place.

The way you emphasized genuineness is deeply significant to me. TPiaG is the first time I've ever put something so personal out into the world. I've posted a few projects in the past— but even if they touched on my personal experiences, they were quick to gloss over them. This is the first time I've ever posted a project that doesn't flinch away from the things I've felt in my life, and I was terrified of people seeing it as being "cringe". It's such a dumb word, and an even dumber worldview, but I've been haunted by the idea of me or my art being embarrassing or unpleasant for others. I was so scared of how people would perceive TPiaG— especially the bits and pieces of myself that I inserted into all the individual characters. But to hear that my writing feels genuine puts that fear at ease. There's nothing more beautiful than authenticity to me, so to hear that I've achieved that means so much.

I'm so honored by your happiness— life hasn't been easy, but I've been able to take the pain and make it into art to help myself and others. It doesn't make the hurting stop, but it gives it some meaning that helps it be easier to shoulder. To hear that you're happy for me is, again, really impactful!

You said you have a hard time wording gratitude, but I wanted to let you know this is a very eloquent message you've written and I'll treasure it always. Thank you :>

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