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too-much-tma-stuff · 30 days

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Finally Getting Help (prt. 10)

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A/N: Thank you all for the well wishes about my dog. Unfortunately he didn't make it and pass away Tuesday morning in the vet's office. I was able to get some writing done but I don't have the energy to edit. Let me know if you find any mistakes.

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Jason: hey, thanks for the gun and the tech, it's really cool.

Danny: new phone who dis 😝

Jason: I hope you haven't given too many people guns in the last couple days.

Danny: no I haven't, thanks for texting me Jason. Have you got a chance to try the gun?

Jason: not on anything moving, I've been doing some target practice to get a feel for it though. Looking forward to when I can test it on Vlad.

Danny: aww are you going to avenge my honor 🥺

Jason: if you want me too. I'll bring you his head if you want me too.

Danny: 🥰 you're so sweet. I wouldn't say no to seeing him suffer for what he's done but don't get yourself in any trouble okay? And if you do call me right away. I'll come rescue you 😘

Jason: hey I'm the one offering to protect you!

Danny: we can protect each other. And fight each other, can you come spar again soon?

Jason: I wouldn't call that sparring, more like brawling.

Danny: eh potato potato, do you want to come fight me again?

Jason: if demon brat won't kill me for it, sure. Can I take you out for dinner afterwards? I have some questions

Danny: It's a date! Just tell me when

Jason: Day after tomorrow? I have some work to take care of first.

Danny: Sounds great! And it is a date right? You don't mind that I'm going to have kids?

Jason: the kids aren't a deal breaker I promise but let's not jump the gun okay? We're going to be family through B so we don't want this to blow up in our faces. Let's hang out, take it slow, see how it goes. You need to be careful about who you let into your life now anyway, you can't just let anyone around you and the babies.

Danny: don't tell me what to do 😠 but you're right. I'm bad about rushing into things. I'm still looking forward to it.

Danny: By the way Jazz uploaded the power point she made about Liminals and Ghosts to the bat’s server thing. You have access to that right? You should read that before we meet and I can fill in the gaps.

Jason: Sounds good, I’ll have a look at it and I’m looking forward to it too. I'll be there at 5 so we can spar before dinner. Don't forget to warn B and your guard dog.

Danny: Damian is a good kid. I'll let them know.

Danny stared at his new phone Tim had given him with apprehension. The chat with Jason had gone very well, and Danny was glad he reached out but there were other people he really needed to reach out to and he was… frankly scared. Sam and Tucker were his best friends and had always been there for him but they both had tempers. Would they be mad that he hadn’t told them he was pregnant? Would they be upset he had left Amity and wasn’t planning on coming back?

He needed to reach out though, the longer he waited the harder it would be to talk to them, and things wouldn’t stay calm as they were now. Vlad would be back to cause trouble again and even though the JLD had control of the portal but he was sure his rogues would find their way through eventually. Vlad had his own portal anyway, and Danny wouldn’t put it past him to open it just to annoy Danny. Maybe try and weaken him a little so Vlad could swoop in and pick him off.

Today was quiet, he needed to take this chance. He sighed and got up off the edge of his bed where he was sitting and ducked out of his room. He didn’t want to do this alone, so he wasn’t surprised when he found himself in the library where Jazz was studying.

He sat down across from her and reached across, laying his hand, palm up on the table. Without looking up from her book she reached over and placed her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smiled at her and took a deep breath before putting on his earbuds and sending a message in the group chat.

Danny: When you guys are ready can we call?

Jazz phone went off too and she checked it, smiled at Danny, and then silenced the chat and went back to her book. She didn’t need to be part of this call but at least she knew what he was doing.

Sam: Yes, let me just grab Tuck. He’s playing Doomed.

Danny took a deep breath and put down his phone while he waited for them to call and tried not to panic.

When the phone buzzed he jumped and reached for it, joining the call quickly.

“Hey guys,” He said, awkwardly, waving with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone.

“Hey yourself! What the heck happened Danny?! Basically the whole town joined in in chasing Vlad when we found out what he did but why did we have to find out on tv?! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Sam said, but at least she just seemed stressed, not actually angry.

“I’m sorry guys,” Danny said, wincing a little when he heard Tucker sniffling a little. “I hadn’t told anyone yet. I hadn’t even fully accepted it yet honestly.

“I still wasn’t ready to talk about it, bur Cass is really good at reading people's body language and I guess she clocked that I was carrying them by how I kept unconsciously touching my stomach. When she asked me about it it sorta broke through my denial and I broke down which started the ball rolling on… all this,” He said with a vague gesture.”

“All this is right!The justice league really brought the hammer down on Amity. They’re dismantling the GIW and really pissed at the government and basically all the adults in the town for letting this happen. And they arrested your parents!” Sam said sounding almost excited.

“Sam! That was really insensitive! They’re still his parents, what if he didn’t know!?” Tucker broke in furiously.

“No it’s alright I knew, Jazz told me. She’s here with me,” He said squeezing her hand though she wasn’t paying attention to the call.

“Okaaay so where is Here?” Tucker asked warily.

“Ya are you safe? We haven’t seen you since all this went down! Are you really with Bruce Wayne?” Sam asked sounding wary.

“Yes I am. He’s got a foster license and since his kids were the one that found out what was going on it just made sense that I’d stay here.”

“And he’s Not another Fruitloop?” Sam asked warily. “You need to be careful with these rich people you know? They’re basically all crazy!”

“Sam you’re rich,” Danny pointed out, amused.

“Ya, and? My point stands!”

“Fair enough,” Danny laughed. “But no, I did some snooping the first night I was here and it seems okay. And since he’s got close ties to the Justice League he was able to get the help we really needed, and he says he might be able to help me meet Martian Manhunter!”

“Don’t fanboy out too bad,” Tucker teased him.

“Oh ya? And what if I helped you meet Tim Drake? Would you not be just as bad,” Danny accused Tucker.

“Touche,” Tucker said. “Could you though?”

“I mean maybe? He’s my foster brother now and he seems cool. You two are my best friends, if I’m going to stay I’m sure you could come visit me and meet all of them.”

“Are you really going to stay there though? I mean once the GIW and everything is cleared out you could stay with either of us. I know my parents aren’t your biggest fans but I know they’d let you stay,” Sam said sounding worried.

“And I know my family doesn't have a ton of money but they adore you, we’d make it work,” Tucker added looking worried.

“No, guys I really appreciate the offer but… I don’t want to come back to Amity. The Justice League said they shut down the portal and I really need a fresh start I think. I think I’d rather stay here. Jazz too, she’s gonna study at Gotham U and intern at Arkham,” He said. She looked up at the mention of her name and gave him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, you guys are my best friends and I’ll miss you, but there are too many… memories in Amity you know?”

“Ya I get that,” Sam said, looking sad and distant.

“We can still call, and play Doomed together, and visit on breaks!” Tucker said, his chipper tone sounding a little forced. “We’re going to say friends!” He insisted and Danny smiled.

“Of course we will Tuck,” He promised. They might grow apart with the distance between them, but he hoped not, they really were his best friends.

“Ya, my parents will probably be thrilled about this development and want me to come over all the time. They love the Waynes,” Sam chuckled though her optimism also seemed a bit forced. Of course she was more of a pessimist, she probably thought they would drift apart, but knew Danny needed them right now.

“Soo what’s been going on in Amity since I left?” Danny asked, letting them ramble about the drama, the rumours, and the bullshit that was the bullies and everyone in the school sudden;y pretending they cared about Danny soooo much.

After they finished telling him about it there were a few beats of silence and Danny was just about to suggest they hang up when Sam spoke up again.

“So, what actually happened with Vlad? If you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but…”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not what- what you’d think. It’s superhero bullshit really. When I wouldn’t be his son he decided to try and clone me, you met Dani with an I right? She was one of the clones. But he didn’t know I was trans, and my DNA got all fucked up in the portal so none of the clones were stable. I have no idea how many he tried to make that died. But when I found out it was because he had lied to Dani and told her he needed me to stabilize her clone brothers. It was a batch of ten.

“But he lied, he didn’t actually care about stabilizing them, he was going to let them all die. I was only able to save the two that were most stable and only by taking their cores into myself. So I’m not normal pregnant, I’m ghost pregnant.

What is my life huh?” He finished, chuckling awkwardly.

“Oh fuck,” Sam said her shoulders slumping a little even as her expression went through a range of emotions. “That’s better in a way but still a whole different type of fucked up! I hope they catch him soon.”

“I hope so too but I don’t think they will,” Danny said with a shrug. “Not before he tries something else. I’m not lucky enough to be able to just move past this,” He said with a bitter little laugh.

“Well, we can still hope. And even if he does cause trouble you have more allies now! You’ve been able to handle everything else he’s thrown at you basically on your own, with the Justice League behind you I know there’s nothing you can’t handle. I mean, Vlad is kind of pathetic anyway,” Tucker encouraged making Danny smile.

“Ya, you’re right, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thanks guys,” he said fondly.

“Of course dude! We’re here for you!” Tucker said.

“It’s really good to hear from you too. Don’t be a stranger okay?” Sam said, a bit worried.

“Of course not, I’ll keep you posted I promise.” Danny assured before they said their goodbyes and he hung up.

He put down his phone and leaned back with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. Next to him Jazz chuckled and there was a soft snap as she closed her book.

“You did well little brother,” She told him, getting up from her seat she moved behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders.

“How do you know? You weren’t listening.”

“No, but you reached out to your friends and had an honest conversation which isn’t easy. You did well,” She reiterated, squeezing his shoulders.

“Well thanks Jazz. I hope that they’re right that we won’t lose touch, and I’ll be able to handle whatever Vlad does,” He grumbled.

“I’m sure we will,” Jazz promised. “And either way there’s no point in worrying about it now. Has Jason texted you yet?” She asked, giving Danny the excuse he needed to change the subject and launch into his more petty worries about the upcoming date as she sat back down to listen.

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nunalastor · 24 days

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On the subject of people from Alastor's past showing up at the hotel, may I propose we shove the sheep girl in there, right alongside Mr. (not so) Clueless Detective?

(For those who don't know, the sheep girl is a nameless character from a dubiously canon prequel comic that shows Alastor going about his day in Hell.)

One day there's a knock on the hotel door and Charlie excitedly greets the sinner who's come to the hotel of her own volition; a petite, sheep-like woman in a purple sweater with a shy smile on her face. Charlie is thrilled to welcome her to the hotel. But the second that Alastor shows his face in the lobby, the sheep woman breezes right past the princess. Everyone is stunned as this timid-looking woman goes right up to the cruel, bloodthirsty, sadistic Overlord and begins to babble out a very clumsily worded 'thank you' to Alastor while he just stares at her blankly. She goes on for a few moments, tripping over her words, stopping and starting over, face getting redder with every passing moment until Alastor cuts her off.

Alastor: Apologies, my dear, but have we met before?

One could hear a pin drop in the hotel. The poor girl's face is completely red and after a moment she croaks out a only slightly less frantic apology because, haha, of course he doesn't remember her, why would he? After all, they barely said a thing to one another, and that was nearly ten years ago now...

Vaggie cuts in and asks to know what the hell she's talking about. The commotion has drawn some attention and more than a few questioning stares, so Charlie gets the sheep demon a glass of water and they all relocate to the parlor so the sheep girl can explain. Angel, Cherri, Husk, Niffty, and Lucifer join in, all curious about what this woman's about to say for various reasons.

She tells the story, nervous at first but gaining more confidence as she speaks. How she ran into Alastor when she'd only been newly dead and hadn't known who he was at the time. How he'd held open the door to a butcher shop for her and she found herself thinking that it was a relief that there seemed to be some decent people in Hell.

How the moment the butcher laid eyes on her, he'd flashed this eerie grin that made her skin crawl.

How the butcher had grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and tried to drag her over the counter.

How, before the butcher could eat her or rape her, Alastor had swept back inside, body twisted into a grotesque form, tangible darkness rolling off of him in waves, and he slaughtered the butcher where he stood while she was reduced to a teary-eyed wreck curled on the floor.

She'd been too scared to say anything at the time, thinking if he saw her then he'd attack her next. It was only long after the incident was over when she replayed the events in her mind that she realize that Alastor had saved her. Granted, in a more sadistic manner than she'd have liked, but nonetheless, he was her savior. And she'd never thanked him. Never even gotten his name.

It wasn't until after Vox broadcast that video of Alastor losing his fight to Adam that she knew that the man in red who'd saved her and the Radio Demon were one and the same. She'd only ever known the Radio Demon as a voice, and he'd vanished just a few years after her own arrival in hell! But the moment she learned that he was the manager of the Hazbin Hotel, she just knew she had to come and thank him in person.

And, well, here she is.

Everyone just sort of stares at Alastor before someone musters up the will to ask if it's true.

Alastor: I can't say I quite recall. I suppose it could be.

Charlie: How could you forget something like that?

Alastor: My dear, if what this young lady says is true, she and I exchanged a few words years ago. You can hardly expect me to remember every short interaction I've had in my lifetime.

Angel Dust: And I guess killing some random Joe is just Tuesday for you, eh?

Alastor: Precisely!

They chat a bit more after that, with Charlie inviting the sheep demon into the redemption program, but Lucifer remains silent. He's just staring at Alastor, unable to formulate a thought as he processes what he's just heard. Something shifts, and he hates the fact that he knows right now he's not going to be able to see Alastor the same way after this.

(comic mentioned!)

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laurbiek · 1 month

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as promised... something!

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She hears the distinctive sound of the WhatsApp video call. Its weird when they're in different countries, the mode of communication changes time and time again to avoid crazy roaming charges. She's used to being able to call him quick using the regular phone app, to see if he wanted her to pick up dinner or to ask him nicely if he would switch her laundry out for her.

It's weird to start over on another app, it almost feels like they're starting another relationship. It feels so different. The inside jokes and frequent questions about the HBO password are nowhere to be found, in it's place is an empty blank page, waiting hopefully to be filled with the same.

She picks up her phone from the edge of the bed and swipes to answer the call. She looks at the time when she does, 10:04, almost five minutes late for their scheduled call.

At least that has stayed the same.

The slight hum of the highway plays in the background, and there Andrew sits. He looks tired, but not over consumed. It's a good kind of tired, like the kind you get after a good, but long day. More of a content-tired. His hair is in the messiest bun possible, obvious that he needed it out of the way and had lost all ability to care. He's got his glasses on, and Y/N remembers when he Facetimed her from the eye doctor to see if they looked good before he ordered them.

She internally thinks that they still do.

"Hey love", he finally speaks between bites of a sandwich. She looks down at the table the phone is propped on, and sees the distinctive red and white wrappings.

"Are you kidding, you went to Wawa without me..."

"I'm sorry! The band voted before we left Philly! I told them you'd be mad but they don't seem to care about my marriage so... I had to"

"This is a betrayal, of the highest degree. I can't picture a world where I can forgive you"

"If I could ship one across the Atlantic to you, you know I would"

There is a few beats of silence, they both know that statement means more than just a sandwich.

She finally breaks,

"How are you holding up?"

"Eh, not bad. I've not been this tired in a while but I'll get used to it soon. I've done it before."

"It's quiet in the bus, where is everyone else?"

"Sleeping"

"So everyone else is sleeping and you stayed up to call me?

He takes another bite of his sandwich before answering simply,

"Yeah."

She stares at him through the phone as he keeps eating like he doesn't understand the niceness of his actions, it's just second nature to him.

"Thank you," she says, voice full of genuine earnestness.

He doesn't respond to that, instead, he switches to another topic. He doesn't feel like he needs thanks for his actions, he would rather thank her for being around to call him.

"How are you at home, everything good?"

"Yeah, there was a dead bird in the yard yesterday, Elwood found it while we were playing, he almost picked it up but I got to him before he did. That's honestly the most exciting thing that's happened here since you left."

"But that's the joy of the country isn't it, that nothing ever happens?"

"Yeah. But I would rather do nothing with you than do nothing alone"

There's a long stretch of silence between them before Andy notices a tear fall down Y/N's cheek. There are no other signs of her sadness, no shaking shoulders or audible sounds. Just a few gentle tears that he would've missed if he wasn't so utterly enraptured by her face on the five-inch screen. His heart breaks.

"Hey hey, it's ok love, it's just a bit longer. I'll be home for a break in a few weeks. "

"I know. It's just really hard."

He doesn't know what to say to that at first. He wants to hammer on about how she knew what she was getting into, and this was an inevitability. But he knew she knew that. Him repeating it isn't going to make either of them feel any better. The next part of him yearned to just get on a plane and be at home, but that wasn't fair to anyone. Not his bandmates, not the concertgoers, and not Andy who loved what he did more than anything.

All he could say was

"I know."

You imagine the separation being hard but no one really prepares you for it. You can't prepare for it. It's the pain of losing a routine and a lover all at once. It's the frustration of needing help, of needing someone to take something off your plate and having someone willing to, but that someone is 1000 miles away. Literally.

She's crying a little harder now, still silent, with the tears increasing in frequency and size. He says again,

"I know. I know how hard it is cause I feel it too. You know what I miss the most right now?"

"What?"

"I miss the things that you do that piss me off. The annoying stuff. I miss how you always steal bites of my food."

She can't help but laugh at that. He keeps talking,

"I miss how cold your feet are and how you're always trying to shove them under me to warm them. And how often you leave dirty clothes on the floor."

She joins in this time,

"I miss your hair clogging the shower drain. And how you use every possible dish when you cook."

"See, doesn't it hurt a little less knowing that you don't have to unclog the shower for a while?"

"Yeah, and I'm sure you sleep easier without my cold feet poking you."

Theres another small pause, but this one is not as sad as the rest of them. This one feels like two people comfortable with each other, just basking in the silence, feeling no pressure.

"It sucks love, it really does. But it gets easier. And there are less shitty days. And it's not for forever."

"Ok, it's shitty, but I've felt shittier. And it's not for forever."

"Yeah."

"OK," she says, wiping her eyes a bit to try to show a bit of a braver face, "this is getting kind of bummer-ish, talk to me a bit about tour stuff"

For the rest of the call, he prattled on about various events and hijinks at his shows, on the road, and in between. About halfway through the story, he realized that she had fallen asleep and for some reason, he finished the story before hanging up. Possibly hoping that she would wake back up, but mostly enjoying the domestic feeling of talking to her. He eventually hung up, settling with the fact that she was indeed asleep for real. A few hours and a timezone later after he woke up from his own nap, he noticed a WhatsApp message again,

I forgot the HBO password again...

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier fanfic #hozier imagine #hozier x reader

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qiwoomi · 1 year

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ii. unexpected gesture

warnings: trauma, death, mentions of blood

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You don't even want to recall how you end up having a dinner in a fancy restaurant with your husband in the first place.

Or rather, it is actually the first time that you both eat dinner together.

Only the clinking sound of your cutlery could be heard, making the silence between you both all the more obvious. Gods above, it's as if the universe itself turned its back towards you.

The silence drags on, until both of you finally finished your meals. Alhaitham looks up from his plate, grabbing a tissue as he wipes his mouth. You do the same, anticipating if you should say anything.

"I... want you to postpone the divorce." The man before you uttered, finally filling the uncomfortable silence. His gaze focused on you, searching for your eyes. You internally shrink under his eyes, his sudden suggestion to eat dinner with you is already enough to make you feel out of place, and now he is trying to make an eye contact with you.

The statement alone left you taken aback. "...Why?" You finally replied. There is so much you want to say, but you could only dream of mustering up the courage to say it to him. After all, he's quite unpredictable. What if you said something stupid? He would probably internally mock you, thus it's better for you to keep it to yourself. It's why you never try talking to him first.

It's laughable really. Maybe, even the moon and stars above would be entertained. What a loser. It's humiliating to think that you would end up in a loveless marriage when you've always been a hopeless romantic.

What's even more embarrassing is that the exchange of conversation between both of you is comparable to a regular discussion between business partners.

However, what Alhaitham says next is what fully caught your attention. "To be honest, I've never thought of our marriage as something out of convenience. It's no wonder that you would think that of course, since our situation itself is quiet... eh." It's the first time that he talks a lot. Usually, it would be either just a short request, question or reply. Nothing more than that.

"Like I stated. It's neither you nor is it my fault that we end up like this... So if you are planning to apologise, you shouldn't." You finally look at him in the eye. His mouth forming into a thin line, his brows furrowing. It's evident that he's already coming up of a reply.

"I want you to give me some space to think," Alhaitham folded his arms, his face morphing into his usual poker face. "it is to make sure that I don't make rushed decision. Moreover, I have yet to manage your alimony."

To make sure that he doesn't make rushed decision? It's not like he's the one who wants a divorce. Your relationship was fake anyway, what decision is there to make?

As if reading your thought, Alhaitham adds, "By the way, I'm not trying to invalidate your feelings in any way. I just... nevermind. Just give me 6 months."

Now that you think about it, you also do have to prepare for some things before the divorce. You still hadn't thought of which place you're going to stay at and etc.

Though a logical part of your brain wondered why would he need about 6 months to make up his mind. It's not like he's the one who requested for a divorce anyway.

You still agreed however. He might just want to exaggerate the time. Knowing him, he probably didn't take that much time to make up his mind... Alhaitham is known for his cleverness, he's the type to make a final decision immediately after hearing about them. Though, this is a different case.

As if last night's scenario isn't enough to leave you internally gag, you find yourself waking up to breakfast that is already prepared on the dining table.

A sticky note was then found beside the plate. 'I made you breakfast. — A.' You read.

You set yourself down, placing the glass of coffee as you start munching on the food. It makes you feel somewhat guilty for eating something that he make. After all, both of you mostly eat individually. Except when there's a special occasion of course.

Finishing the food, you immediately clean them up as usual.

Unexpectedly, you finished your class earlier than you thought. Your lecturer had business to do, so the class had to end at 3PM.

Your friends invited you to go out with them, but you refused. You want to head home and rest.

Stepping your foot inside the apartment, you went straight to your room. Immediately going for a warm shower. After that, you cooked some meal, and eat it inside your room while facing your laptop, which contains drafts for your assignments.

After finishing your meal, you clean them up and put it back to it's usual place, while also tidying up the living room for a bit. You continue where you left your assignment, typing away on your laptop now in a prone position on your bed.

Without your will, you inevitably pass out from exhaustion.

"You will lose everyone Y/n. Everyone will turn their backs from you. Just like me. " A voice echoed in the unknown room.

"You... Who are you?" You questioned. The woman in front of you has her face blurred, her body hidden from the mist. She's far from you, but her voice is loud enough for you to hear.

The figure only drew closer, your eyes widen at the sight of bloods dripping from her dress. As she draws closer and closer, you instinctively step back from her, as her face finally shows what you didn't expect. "Silly little girl, can't even remember her mother..." She then laughed maniacally. Her face was distorted, as your breathing becomes out of control.

"NO! Stay away from me! I don't know you!"

"You can deny it if you want but every time you remember about what happened, you'll always think about me. I'll always haunt your mind."

You covered your ears at this, shutting your eyes. "Please, leave me alone. I don't want to see you. Go away!"

"You know Y/n," She calls your name in a sing-song voice, "I've always wished you were dead. If only you were the one to die, years ago..."

Images of the incident years ago flashes through your mind, as you hyperventilate. The woman then walk towards you, her pace now increasing. It's as if she's chasing you.

"GO AWAY FROM ME!"

"Y/n! Hey, wake up!" Your body was shaken up. You quickly opened your eyes, only to see Alhaitham next to your bed. You don't even realise that your eyes are dripping with tears, your cheeks stained.

You are still recollecting what happened, but your body instantly reacted against your consent. As it reaches to hug the man beside you.

The man flinched, before resorting to pat your back.

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author's note: the first few chapters are a bit boring but it gradually gets better i swear 🤫 also taglist is open if u guys want

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mysteryshoptls · 9 months

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SSR Leona Kingscholar - Bloom Birthday Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Leona: Sigh, these interviews are a pain… Crazy how they can keep doing this year after year without gettin' bored of it.

Leona: So then, I wonder who's my presenter this year…

???: Ay, I made it. Excuse me!

Cater: Heya, Leona-kun. Happy Birthday!

Leona: Tch, and in walks in one of the loud ones.

Cater: EH, DID YOU JUST CLICK YOUR TONGUE!? C'mon, it's your birthday, you gotta try to have a bit of fun ♪

Cater: Today, I'm planning on asking you every little thing to learn everything about you, Leona-kun, so be prepared～

Leona: Well, aren't you real chipper. Alright, I'm fully expecting you to make this the best birthday ever, then.

Cater: U-Uh, you might be putting a little too much pressure on me there? But okay, let me just restart, and… Let's dive into the first question!

Cater: “If you could use flight magic to go anywhere, where would you like to go?”

Cater: And, it doesn't look like you have to worry about the amount of magic you'd have to use.

Leona: So, anywhere I want, huh… Then, I want to go to a full-service hotel and spend my time lounging about.

Cater: Ooh, so you want to just enjoy a resort to the max. That sounds great, and I bet you'd be able to take a ton of awesome pics ♪

Leona: Yeah, I'm not planning on going to any of the noisy places you're probably thinking of.

Leona: Since I'm going to be using flight magic to get there anyway, I'd rather find a remote place that normal people wouldn't really be able to get to.

Cater: But if it's a remote location… Then You can't really enjoy any sightseeing or recreational activities.

Leona: I told you, I wanted to just lounge about. If I were to run around like that, it completely defeats the purpose.

Cater: So, basically…. You're wanting to "do nothing," right?

Leona: Yeah, that's the best way to live in luxury, don't you think?

Leona: Food is prepared when I'm hungry, and the bath is ready for whenever I feel like taking one.

Leona: And there, in that quiet and comfortable environment, I can sleep peacefully without being bothered by anyone else

Cater: Not being bothered and in a quiet place, huh. Yeah, I guess that's not a bad way to go about it.

Leona: Right? As Dorm Leader and as Captain of the Magift team, there's a ton of things I have to constantly worry about, you know.

Leona: Basically, that just means that I also need some time off to rest my mind and body once in a while.

Cater: Ahaha. I bet I know a few people who'd be cross hearing you say that… But hey, I guess I get how you feel, Leona-kun.

Cater: Alllright, now that I got to hear a lot about that, I'll move on to the next question ♪

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Cater: 'Kay, second question!

Cater: "What is your best class?"

Cater: Now here's a super interesting question!

Leona: Huh? How.

Cater: Yeah, because you're real smart. So I def wanna know what class you like best～

Leona: So, you think I'm smart, huh. I guess I'll go ahead and take that as a compliment.

Cater: Well, obviously it's a compliment! I have a hard time getting most of my classes, so I'm a bit jelly. Is there some trick to it?

Leona: I've had private tutors ever since I was a child. Obviously, the curriculum also contained classes that wouldn't be found in this school, too.

Cater: Uh… which means?

Leona: All the stuff that they teach here at this school, I learned way before enrolling.

Leona: Basically, everything I know isn't from just sitting behind a desk and studying like crazy, like your little Dorm Leader.

Cater: I see～ So you're saying that the stuff we learn in class are basically second nature to you, huh.

Cater: Okay, then, let me change the wording up a little bit… What's your favorite class?

Leona: My favorite class, hm… If I had to choose one, that'd be Ancient Incantations. That one is at least not as boring as the other classes.

Cater: Woah, Ancient Incantations, huh～ That's the one where you try to decipher old languages that aren't even used anymore, right?

Cater: And there's still a ton of languages that haven't been deciphered yet, either, right?

Leona: Yeah. And many of those languages were made to conceal magic spells in the first place. So they were already created to be complex.

Leona: That's why even subject matter experts also have a hard time combing through them.

Leona: Even just trying to read the individual letters is a chore. And even if you can figure those out, there's no point unless you can actually understand the words and sentences.

Leona: It has to be carefully analyzed by comparing the new content to old words that have already been translated, or rules that have already been pre-established.

Cater: I already have trouble with just what's in our textbooks, so I can't even imagine trying to figure out even more difficult things like those languages…

Cater: What can someone do to get better at ancient incantations?

Leona: It's just that I already was interested in that type of thing. I guess the thing that dragged me into it was this inscription I found in the Sunset Savanna.

Leona: There was this very long engraving in some old language…

Leona: The first time I looked at it, I had no idea what it was supposed to say, but then I started to translate it in my spare time, and…

Cater: AND? WH-WHAT DID IT SAY? SOME KIND OF ROYAL SECRET THAT NO ONE KNOWS!?

Leona: It was just the country's history. On top of that, basically it was stuff already in the textbooks.

Cater: Ehhh, you got my hopes up, and that was it? That was kinda anticlimactic.

Leona: Yeah, it's basically a boring story once you get into it… But it wasn't too terrible learning how to decipher it.

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Cater: Last question! Here we go.

Cater: “What would you like to do in the coming year?”

Leona: Not to repeat a year, that's all.

Cater: Wh…! EH, THAT'S IT!?

Leona: Isn't that important enough?

Cater: I mean, yeah, but～! You gotta have something else you wanna do too.

Cater: Like, surpassing 1,000 followers on Magicam, or winning a Magift tournament…

Leona: Okay, then that.

Cater: Eh, what do you mean by "that"?

Leona: The whole, "winning a Magift tournament" thing.

Leona: I want to draw out the magical shift team's full potential and win at the national championships― That's closer to the answer you were looking for, right?

Cater: Now you're making me feel like I forced you to say that～ …Well, I guess that's better than not getting an answer.

Cater: Okay, then, I got a question for you, since you're captain of the team! Do you ever coach the younger students?

Leona: Yeah, of course. For example…

Leona: There's some guys who'll slack off during games because they don't have enough stamina and they want to conserve energy.

Leona: It'll be detrimental to have people not give their all during important games. So, to help build stamina, during passing practice…

Leona: I would send the disc flying long so they'd have to run from one end of the pitch to the other.

Cater: Woah, that's so tough! If you're that hard on them, won't you have students drop out…?

Leona: That's also part of it.

Cater: Eh, what do you mean?

Leona: We don't need anyone who takes off and runs like a coward just because their pride and confidence is torn down.

Leona: They should get angry when defeated and vow to do anything to get revenge―

Leona: The Magift club doesn't need anyone who lacks that kind of determination.

Leona: Only the guys who are fully prepared to overcome anything can get a starting spot on the team.

Cater: W-Wow… You're really sounding like a team captain, Leona-kun!

Cater: But I guess it's a little surprising to hear that you take care of your teammates like that. Maybe you're actually a softie inside?

Leona: Hah? No way.

Leona: I'm just doing the bare minimum as the leader of the pack.

Leona: I'd rather be spared being held back by someone who's just completely useless.

Cater: Interview completed～! Next is… Ta-da! Here we are, take this broom and go fly on the Birthday Road.

Leona: Sheesh, that's a fancy lookin' broom.

Cater: Yeah, it's pretty showy, but it's also pretty dignified, so I think it's perfect for you, Leona-kun ♪

Cater: Okay so, go and show them all how it's done. I'll make sure to take pictures of you flying out there!

Leona: I'm only saying this one, but don't do anything I haven't asked you to… I got no intention of being on display for you.

Leona: Aah, finally, it's quiet. I guess I'll go out and enjoy a leisurely stroll in the sky all by myself, then.

Requested by @dorito9708.

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ruified · 3 months

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i just finished osamu dazai’s entrance exam and it was SO GOOD??????? in no way did the anime do it an ounce of justice

anyways, just like last time, here are some quotes and my thoughts

i love love love the way we get to really explore kunikida and dazai’s dynamic as partners in this light novel, it really helps the reader understand how they work together so well

"I'm impressed, Kunikida. Nothing gets by you, does it? Incredible." His smile is cold, inhuman. "I'm so glad you were my partner."

"What do you want?! Why did you threaten the detective agency?! What was the point of killing the missing people and setting the bomb?! You... You were..."

You were so talented.

I couldn't have asked for a better partner.

they drive me crazy i love them so much </3 in this scene kunikida is questioning dazai and threatening his life on the suspicions of dazai being the azure apostle, it’s the way that even though they had only spent so little time working together that they both felt they were good partners

i love how in the ln it’s actively a mystery for those who don’t know what’s going on, even as someone who watched the anime, dazai being setup was pretty convincing

the speech given at the end of it all by dazai to kunikida on the risks of following one’s ideals also carries a bigger impact than what was provided in the anime, it makes more sense

the way that sasaki is also a genuine love interest of kunikida’s is also so heart wrenching, her last words really just hit hard

here’s something i found so sweet

"Hello, little one. Can you hear me?" Dazai takes over the call.

"We here are airplane experts. There's nothing to worry about anymore. We're going to fix the plane. What's your name, little miss?"

"Ch-Chiyo..."

"Chiyo, everything's going to be okay. Got any snacks with you?"

"Mommy gave me this piece of candy..."

"Candy, huh? I love candy, too. It's so sweet, and it really helps you relax, doesn't it?"

"Dazai—"

"I've got this... Chiyo, first, I want you to really take your time enjoying that piece of candy. After that, I'm going to need you to take that device you're talking into and bring it to the captain's room. Do you know where the captain's room is?" Chiyo nods, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Don't worry. There's nobody screaming in there, and I bet your mommy will be feeling better in no time."

"B-but I... I can't go alone. I can't leave Mommy behind..."

"Your mommy's gonna be just fine. The pilot will make things all better. So I'm going to need you to take that device to their room and give it to them, okay?"

"Well, this is just no good. I'm quite weak, you see. A big guy like yourself would snap me right in two... But I promised Chiyo I would save her."

THE WAY HE TALKS TO THE LITTLE GIRL WARMS MY HEART AND MAKES IT ACHE AT THE SAME TIME HE HANDLES IT SO WELL AND THE WAY HE WANTS TO KEEP HIS PROMISE UEUEUE

I tear the stitches off my hip pocket and pull out a sheet of paper.

"...I always have a spare page with me for emergencies."

I unfold the paper and write with my own blood.

"The Matchless Poet: Release Key!"

here’s kunikida just being cool i love him sm i love my wife

here’s some silly ones

"It's this incredibly rare book called The Complete Suicide. I've been searching all over for it, and I just noticed it on display in the used bookstore back there — Ah! I have to go back and buy it before someone else does."

Nobody asked.

"Tsk... Guess I'll just have to come up with another way to use you as bait. I bet the criminal targets tourists. All right, Kunikida, slip on your rubber boots, throw on your backpack, put on your red-and-green-striped shirt, and start walking the town in your knickerbockers. Make sure to bring a giant camera with you to take pictures of everyone who walks by and say 'eh' at the end of every sentence."

"Like hell I will!"

""Like hell I will, eh!'"

"You call that a strategy? That's a terri-"

"A terrible idea, eh?'"

"Stop guessing what I'm going to say!"

"Hmm? In that case, how about you get naked, put on a top

you like?"

hat, and ride around on a unicycle screaming what kind of girls

"We're not even talking about the same thing anymore!"

all in all i highly suggest you read osamu dazai’s entrance exam i promise it is so worth it <3

#ෆ┊¡ notes from val #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #doppo kunikida #osamu dazai #kunikidazai #kunidazai

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heyhihellosworld · 1 year

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𝗔 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

Masterlist

Mason Mount x reader

Summary: When y/n comes to Mason's house to gather her friends things the two are having a hard time keeping away from each other

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings：This short serie will contain Angst, Smut, Fluff, a toxic friendship+talk about slight toxic/bad relationship, alcohol

Notes: So this will be a multiply part series

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to" was the only thing that repeated in your head as you sat in your car. You had been hesitant when Elly asked you to do her a favor and when you found out what she was asking you had refused. But of course, when coming to Elly, she always got her way so here you where. Sitting outside of Masons gigantic house dreading having to face him again.

You considered to just drive off, say he wasn't home and strike it but you also in a way wanted to see him again. You had met him a year before when Elly had introduced the two of you. There was no shock that she would date someone like him just like there where no shock when she told you they had broken up.

You had always liked Mason, he was sweet and funny. A little too sweet for Elly so you had to admit you were slightly relieved when they broke up knowing how Elly was.

"You can do it" you pepped before stepping out of the car, sighing before walking up his staircase and knocking on the door. You had messaged him before, saying you would come to not surprise him and make sure he was home.

The door opened almost imedatly and he met you with a smile.

"Finally, I was wondering how long you would sit in your car"

You felt your face heat up as you stuttered "I-eh I just..."

Mason laughed at you, closing the door as you moved into the house, throwing your bag down at the floor

"So, what is it that she wants?" He questioned, leading the way into the house and to the living room.

You furrowed your eyebrows "I-I don't know, she said you knew"

He turned to you with raised eyebrows and let out a bitter chuckle "I don't know what she wants. I don't have much of hers left"

"Fucking great" you muttered throwing your head back in annoyance

"Sometimes I wish she could break up with me too" you muttered, looking at him as he raised his eyebrows "Excuse me"

"Well no-not like that and i'm sorry but she is just... a fucking pain!"

Mason giggled, slumping back into the big grey couch in the living room "For your information I broke up with her" "You did?" you asked, slightly shocked. He hummed as an answer "And you're right she is a fucking pain and you could break up with her too"

"You don't think I've tried? Like a million times?" "So why are you still her 'friend'"

"Because she is a manipulative bitch. Every time I am close to break free she says something or does something and I'm right back into her palm" you shook your head at yourself before clearing your throat, realizing where you where and with who. "Anyway, you don't know what she wants?" Mason shook his head "I'm sorry but I don't"

"Okay then just give me everything you know is hers and let's hope that's it"

Mason glared at you with a look that said 'really' and you couldn't help but to sigh "Mason what am I supposed to do then! Come on" "Fine fine" he gave up, raising his hands in surrender "No need to be rude" he huffed

"Sorry Mason, I didn't mean to be rude" you sighed out as he stood up from the couch and moving forward into the house. "You've always been rude so no need to apologize" he muttered, opening the door to his now spare bedroom but what used to be hers for her stuff. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him "I have never been rude" you argued as you followed him in, the room was as he had said pretty empty.

He tilted his head back to watch you with raised eyebrows and a smile on his lips. "No?" "No I haven't, have I?" you asked confusedly, not recognizing when that would've been. "I would say yes, I always thought you hated me"

"What!" you asked in disbelief, plopping down on the bed as you stared at him moving around in the room, gathering stuff and putting them on the bed. "What, you never knew that?" "You're telling me I have been rude to you all the time we've known each other????" "Not rude all the time but you've always been distant and Elly said you didn't like me" "Oh well sure because Elly always tells the truth" you mocked, making him chuckle "Well no but you haven't actually proved differently" "I've never disliked you" you admitted, looking at his back and suddenly feeling a rush of confidence. "I've just always held my distance because you were Elly's boyfriend and I felt drawn to you and sure she is a bitch but I wouldn't do anything like that"

Masons body stiffened as he slowly turned around to face you, a unreadable expression on his face. "Drawn to me?"

You shrugged again "Well, yeah. You must know you're hot and I always liked how sweet you were, too sweet for her and therefore I just kept my distance. Not wanting to overstep in any way"

Mason full on grinned now, looking way to pleased as he walked closer. Putting down the cloak that he had in his hands next to you on the bed and coming close, a little too close almost.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I felt drawn to you too the second I first saw you?"

"No" you deadpanned making him laugh, the hot breath fanning your face

"Why not?" he stated, looking into your eyes "Because you were together with Elly and I know you were satisfied with that at the moment"

He only huffed as an answer, pouting his lips jokingly

"How do you know that?" "That's not important"

"Alright, but regardless of what you think that's how I felt" You hummed, not believing him for one second "You don't believe me do you?" he chuckled, "nope" you popped smiling up at him.

"Well suit yourself then but I have thought about ripping your clothes off from the day we met" he whispered, trailing his finger over the strap of your tank-top. His touch sent shock waves through your body, a shiver rippling down your spine. "Stop it" you whispered, standing up from the bed. He moved in front of you so your bodies were pressed up together, faces too close.

"Stop it, I don't wanna be a bad friend" you whispered again, taking a step back. "Is it anything more of hers you've got?" you said quickly, trying to rid the tension that had surrounded the two.

Mason smirked, a way to big and cocky smirk that you'd like to slap away as he nodded. "I think I have some of her makeup and maybe some clothes in my bedroom" You cursed internally but nodded for him to lead the way.

You had been at his house before but you didn't know your way trough the house and you'd only been in the bedroom once when Elly needed emergency outfit help.

He had changed it a lot, actually completely. What had before been light and quite girly was now darker and more.... Mason like.

"Okay, I think she left some of the clothes in that drawer" he said pointing at one of them before emerging into the bathroom.

You walked over to the dresser and looked through it, it was lingerie and underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight of all different pieces and sets that she owned and hesitantly took a handfull of them just as Mason came out of the bathroom with a small bag, laughing at your face expression as you put them in a bag. "Please tell me this is all Elly's" you groaned as you dropped them. Mason laughed and shrugged "I think so, not sure tough"

You grimaced as you moved back to the dresser to take the rest. Your eyes got stuck on one of the sets which was especially revealing.

You picked it up on your finger and waved it to Mason who laughed at you again. "This is equal to nothing. Why not be naked?" you questioned "It's like a nipple cover not even covering down there with this little strap" you point out flipping the string at him.

"Well that's the point, it's supposed to be sexy y/n, have you ever worn lingerie?" You scoffed at him slightly offended as you put the rest of the clothes in the bag. "I have but if I am gonna wear something nice I would rather it actually being shown, like that one is nothing" "Okay okay" he surrendered plopping down on the bed, leaning back casually on his palms. "Have you bought any of these?" you questioned, chucking him the bag. "I have" he admitted, pursing his lips and messing around in the bag before pulling up a few and showing you.

"You actually got good taste" you hummed, scanning the pieces he showed. "Take one" he suggested but you chuckled, shaking your head. "Not a chance I would wear that knowing you've fucked her in it" you scoffed

"She hasn't worn most of them, at least not for me" he defended but you just shook you head. "Not gonna take the risk"

"Is this all?" you questioned. Looking him in the eyes as he nodded, standing up and walking up close to you again. "I think it's all the stuff"

"Okay great, thank you for the help" you breathed, getting flustered as he walked closer to you. "No problem" he breathed, fanning your face once again. Your whole body heated up by his close approximate, heart beating louder and breathing heavier as he leaned forward.

"I hope we meet soon again and I hope you've dropped that friend of yours so I can do what I want to do with you"

His voice was breathy and low as you tried to gather yourself.

You didn't say anything, just pushed him away from you slightly as you took the bags and hurried down the stair. "Okay Mason, thanks for the help, bye bye" you shouted, hearing him laugh a bye as you ran out of the house and into your car.

#mason mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount fanfic #mason mount angst #mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagines #footballer fanfiction #footballer fanfic #footballer imagine

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Triple Frontier with Mom

The movie frustrated her at first. She was talking to me and the screen A LOT. We had to pause and re-wind quite a bit. Mom was surprised that it came out in 2019, for some reason she didn't think it was recent. She hopes that they make a second one and get all the money they lost. Mom...was not a big fan a Benny 🥸 found him to be too loud and called him a douche. He grew on her a bit by the end. "He's less douche, just more airhead." She wants to watch more of Oscar's movies and work and may be convinced to watch more Pedro later. Mom is always up for more Charlie Hunnam.

Her unfiltered thoughts are below:

Mom's unfiltered thoughts during the movie:

Those look like the same steps from 'Man on Fire' (When Pope is first in Columbia.)

Oh! I've seen him in different things (pointed out who Oscar Issac is). He's cute, we should watch him more too.

(During the shootout with the cartel) Damn, did the only bring three bullets? Why aren't they shooting back?

Look at all that money! (This will be said several times.)

(When Santiago was chasing his informant) Damn, he's got an ass. I thought he just had a strong chin and curls. He's out of breath though - that's rough.

There's my man! (Charlie/Will has appeared on the screen) Look at those eyes. He might be able to sell them some snake oil.

(When Pope offered Tom the job initially) $17,000?! I'll take the job, I'll tell them what to do, for a week?!

Why do you need him? He can't even sell a condo (refers to Tom).

(When Benny comes into the locker room) Who's this douche?! (I explain he's Will's brother.) No, he can't be, Will is so cool. He is? Still a douche.

There's Pedro girl! Oh good, he isn't shaved. But coke? Well it's in review. Should be fine.

(Laughed way too hard when Benny got punched and reminded her that she's seen him before. From the movie 'Four Brothers') Oh! He died in that one - that doesn't repeat does it? He seems the mostly likely because he's the loudest.

This goes kinda south right? (When asking when they get to Columbia. I told her yes, but nothing else.)

Why didn't they use a wire to slit their throats? All the choking is too much effort and wasting time.

(When Tom doesn't want to leave and everyone keeps getting more money) They greedy! They need to go!

(Will is shot) He doesn't die does he? Not behind this foolishness? He can't! (Explains that he doesn't so she calms down) Whew, I was gonna fight you and ask you why you'd been bugging me about this movie if he died.

Why don't they have any flack jackets (bullet proof cummerbunds pretty much)? Why didn't Pope get them some of those? I thought he planned well.

(When they guys are arguing with Tom about leaving due to the hard out) Damn greedy ass man.

(When Lorea's men come back and they exchange fire) Should have built in a 30 minute cushion messing with that drunkard. Can't even sell a condo. He should have been shot.

(When they finally get out of the house and meet up with Pope's informant and her brother.) That man, asking her those questions. Toss him under the chopper. That kinda money you can change your face and everything. No one's gonna know. Tom is a sow.

Why are they not listening to the pilot about the weight? How greedy can you be? Is he trying to die?

(When the chopper is smoking over the Andes) I thought you said they didn't die?!

(After the crash and shooting the villagers) Should have given that old man the whole bag. Greedy ass. And why is he wearing bright orange?

(After Tom gets shot) Ya'll too sentimental. Leave his ass to be crow food - ya'll gotta move. Why are you crying? (At Benny) I was kinda liking him but now he's crying and fighting. Leave him too.

(When they pack up Tom's body) These guys are supposed to be the best of the best, why are they so soft? Drop his body. He could be worth two or three bags. That body has to be stinking.

(When Benny gets to the boat and comes back) Eh, I was wrong about him. He does need to calm down though.

(They're driving and fighting through the remnants of Lorea's crew) I don't care if they are teens, you point a gun at me and I'm shooting. Again, why are you not listening to the pilot? He's made several points.

How are you gonna be a solider with such a big heart? His ass is already big, his heart can't be too. And they still carrying that damn stinky body!

(When signing the money over to Tom's family) They are all so stupid. Do they even have money to get home? Ain't no way, that they did all that and didn't get anything thing.

You can count on Will (when Will gave Pope the coordinates). Between him and Fish, they're the two smartest people here.

Tags: @maggiemayhemnj @rhoorl @magpiepillsjunior @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime

#watching stuff with mom #watching triple frontier with mom #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #movies #she liked it!#triple frontier

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gojot-t · 3 months

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also 👉👈

can i make another order for being locked together with kageyama? (again, its completely all right if not!)

id love to have “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” for the topping

(im sorry for all the bothering, you dont have to do these if you dont want to)

from the valentine's day event! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

kageyama + being locked together + “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

cw/tags: tanaka and noya being questionable wingmans, gn!neutral reader and making out :o

If someone said to you 30 min ago that you would be locked together in the small, small broom room with Kageyama, you would laugh in their faces. But it seems that life has a funny way of working because that's the exact situation you find yourself in.

See, you're not some kind of genius or clairvoyant to know why things happen, but if Noya and Tanaka’s malicious laugh that you managed to hear before a body was basically thrown against yours and everything went dark would serve as a clue, then you think you have an idea.

“Hm… S-so...” Oh yes. The main problem at the moment. For more than one reason, actually.

"Don't worry, Kageyama-san. I'm sure that someone sooner or later will get us out of here... hahah... I hope…” It's not like you thought this was the worst situation in the world, on the contrary, you slept imagining your dear freshman, who you may or may not have a crush on, doing the famous kabedon on you at least three nights, the only difference is that well... not in the tiny broom closet.

Oh, here's another hint as to why this may happe- “S-Senpai... Please stop moving so much.."

“Ah! Sorry, Kageyama-san!” You try to make your body more upright, but you only end up headbutting his chin. “S-Sorry!!" You squirm even more, and his hand, which was on the side of your head, moves to squeeze your waist. You don't know if this is the heaven's blessing or punishing you.

“Ahg… Senpai!” He kind of made a weird sound now... When you look at him, the sliver of light passing through the door illuminates his face so red that you worry. Ignoring how handsome he looks at this angle, you focus on desperately cursing the two idiots who put you in this situation in the first place. If before you thought he hated you, now you are sure.

You've never been close to the youngest, even though he's never left your mind since he saved you from getting hit in the face in front of the entire volleyball team, you're sure he doesn't feel the same. Every time you tried to talk to him about something, he would just stare at you with a red face before walking away.

It must be because of your feelings, he probably feels uncomfortable being around you. You were sure you're discreet, but apparently it was pretty obvious, if even the two goofballs found out even though you never talked to them about it.

"Sorry, Kageyama-san... You must be hating this.”

“E-Eh? No! Ah- I mean, no… I just never did this before…” He takes a deep breath and looks at you before continuing to speak. "Look, I have been trying to tell you this… That… I really-”

“It’s fine, Kageyama-san, I get it. You hate me, right? It's totally fine, you don't have to force yourself to-”

“W-what?? No! Just listen to me a bit-”

“It's okay! Really! Totally fine and-”

You're interrupted by him holding your face firmly in his hands, eyes looking so serious and desperate that you don't have the courage to say anything else. Wait... His face has always been so close to yours?!

“I've been trying to tell you this…” His lips whisper just above yours, eyes fixed on you as if asking for permission. There's only a second of silence where neither of you move before your lips meet his at the same time.

Like a moment of epiphany, your body seems to fly and the only thing holding you to the ground is his hands on your body. Even if the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. His hand on your face moves back to your waist and hugs you closer to him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and end up accidentally biting his lip slightly. “Ahg, Senpai…”

“Tobio..." You only pull away when you're completely out of breath. You stare at each other for a moment with wide eyes before kissing again. The movements that were once desperate and frantic are now slow and steady, trying to hold on to every second of the moment.

You part with his lips and move to his neck, giving it a light kiss before lightly grazing your teeth against the skin there.

“Tobio… Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

You knew that when you got home, you would scream into your pillow thinking about where you got the courage to do this, but at the moment, your mind could only think about him, his lips, his touch.

Your lips suck at the skin just enough to form a shy red, and your tongue soothes the irritated skin when you pull away.

When you lift your face to kiss him again, the door is suddenly opened.

“RIGHT!! the two lovebirds had their time~ ARGHH! What is this vulgar scene?!?!! Noya-san, close your eyes!!”

You really feel like killing these two.

a/n: don't worry anon, you could never bother! actually, I had a lot of fun writing this, even though it was my first time writing a kissing scene. I hope I did well. I hope you liked it! ♡ btw, im working on your tsukishima order too^^

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anime-fan-05 · 7 months

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Forever

Manga/anime: Naruto

Warnings: slight angst (nothing that it's unbearable), but there is a happy ending

(Y/N): your name

Madara, do you remember how we met?

~ 💜 ~

"Nii-sama (big brother), where are we going?" Hashirama, my big brother, said he would take me somewhere special, but he didn't tell me where.

"In a special place." This is the maximum response I get from him!

"Come ooooon, nii-samaaaaaaa!"

"I'll just tell you one thing: you'll meet someone." What? Who?

"Nii-sama, who will we meet?"

Our walk continues with my incessant questions and eventually we come to a river. It's a truly beautiful setting: the rays of the sun, high in the sky, are reflected on the water of the river, which is so clear I would see my feet if I stepped into it; the trees frame the entire panorama, with the beautiful green of their leaves; to complete everything, there's the figure of a boy, perhaps the same age as my brother.

"Hashirama, you're late!" The boy turns around and his eyes meet mine. He's so handsome...

~ 💜 ~

I've always told you: the first thing about you that struck me were your eyes.

You often tell me the black of your eyes represents your soul, but I don't think so: in my opinion, your soul isn't dark at all, on the contrary, it's bright and shiny. I can understand it from the way you always treated me: even if we were from enemy clans, you always spoke to me kindly, you always acted sweetly towards me, you consoled me when my brothers died, you accepted me when we were supposed to get married, even if it was an arranged marriage...

Although, in reality, it wasn't exactly an arranged and unwanted marriage.

~ 💜 ~

I'm so happy today! We Senju, the Uchiha and all our affiliated clans will come together to found a village of peace, under the leadership of my older brother and Madara. Finally, our dream will come true.

"(Y/N)?" Hashirama calls me.

"Yes, nii-sama?"

"The Senju and Uchiha clans are thinking of a way to strengthen our union and the Uchiha clan proposed a marriage between Madara and a Senju. Do you have any ideas about the girl who could be his wife?" What?! Will Madara get married?

My heart breaks. I love him so much, but if he gets married...

What can I do?

An idea comes to my mind: "I, Senju (Y/N), offer myself as Uchiha Madara's wife to unite these two clans."

~ 💜 ~

Tobirama opposed my choice, but I remained firm in my decision to marry you.

Hashirama told me you had opened your eyes a little and accepted the marriage immediately when he had told you I had proposed myself to marry you. I was very happy.

However, I was also very insecure, because I feared you hadn't agreed to marry me because you loved me, but only because I was a long-time friend of yours. Nevertheless, you always reassured me, telling me you loved me more than as a friend.

And, Madara, do you remember when you told me you loved me for the first time?

~ 💜 ~

What a beautiful night! This evening Madara and I celebrated our wedding anniversary: we married exactly one year ago.

To celebrate the anniversary, we cooked and ate dinner together, and now we are taking a moonlit walk through the streets of Konoha.

"Kyou tsuki wa kirei, desu ne? (the moon is beautiful today, right?)" Eh? What?

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" He's blushing. So cute!

"It isn't true! You said you love me!"

"You must have imagined it..."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

~ 💜 ~

That night, we went on until you admitted you said you loved me. You also promised me you would always take care of me and always protect me.

Yet, why did you leave? Why did you hurt me like that?

~ 💜 ~

I wake up in the middle of the night. I had a terrible nightmare, which terrified me: Madara was going away, leaving me alone with the baby I was carrying.

My anxiety increases when I realize my husband (how beautiful it is to call him that!) isn't in bed with me.

I manage not to panic and I look for him. I find him in front of the door, as if he was about to open it.

"Madara, why are you awake?" He gasps and turns to look at me.

"I'll go away."

"Oh? Has my brother already given you a mission? You just got back from the last one! I told him not to overload you-"

"No, I'm leaving forever." Eh? What?

"W-what are you saying? I-it's a joke?"

"No, it isn't."

"W-why?"

"You don't have to care about this."

"What does it mean?! Of course I should be interested, I'm your wife!" Meanwhile, I'm taking his arm to try to stop him.

"Let me go, (Y/N)." His tone is so cold it sends shivers through my body.

"No! First you'll explain to me why you want to leave."

He turns to me and his eyes meet mine.

His eyes... Sharingan?!

I see his dangerous and deadly, but beautiful red eyes.

Then, dark.

~ 💜 ~

That was the first time you turned your Sharingan on me. You told me the red of this represents the blood of everyone you killed, but I don't think so: in my opinion, your Sharingan represents the love you felt first for your brothers, and then for Hashirama, for all the citizens of Konoha and for me.

And it's for this love I decided to bring you home.

~ 💜 ~

"What? Has Madara left the village?!" So it wasn't a nightmare... He really went away.

"Why did he do it, nii-sama?"

I don't know how I should react: should I be angry at him? Sad? Both? But I know one thing: I absolutely have to convince him to come back.

Without thinking twice, I run out the door.

~ 💜 ~

While I was looking for you, I heard some noises, which sounded like battle noises, so I went to the source of these.

When I arrive at the place where that noise I heard came from, I see a dreadful scene: you're about to stab Hashirama with your sword!

My body moves on its own and, in an instant, I'm in front of my brother to take the blow for him.

Your sword instantly pierces my chest, straight into my heart; your face goes from pleased to full of horror; your arms hold me close to you as I fall to the ground, my legs no longer able to support me.

"(Y/N)!" Both you and Hashirama scream.

"Why? Why did you do that?!" I turn my attention to you.

"Because I didn't want... the killing of your best friend... would destroy you. At least this time... I wanted to be... the one... to save... you." Yes, at least once I managed to do it.

My vision is fading... I'm starting to see black dots...

My cheek feels wet, so I look at you. You're crying.

With the little strength I have left, I raise my arms and place my hands on your cheeks to dry your tears.

"Please... don't cry... Madara... I love... you."

I feel my life is slipping away from me. I can't keep my eyes open anymore, I only hear voices.

"Don't die, (Y/N)! Your nii-chan will save you!"

Sorry, Hashirama. I would have liked to see more of your village where peace reigns but, after everything you did for me, I felt I had to save you. Thanks for letting me meet Madara.

"What happened here?! Why is (Y/N) dying?"

Sorry, Tobirama. The last time we saw each other, we fought about Madara, sorry. I never got to tell you I love you, nii-sama.

"Hashirama, save her, I beg you!"

Sorry, Madara. I wish I could have spent more time with you and lived to grow old with you and our children. Thank you for being my husband and for loving me.

Madara...

~ 💜 ~

Eh? Where am I? Wasn't I dead?

"(Y/N)!" I feel someone hugging me.

Hashirama?!

"Nii-sama? What's going on?"

"We resurrected you with Edo Tensei because we need your help."

"My help?"

"Madara has been resurrected and he's causing problems for our successors." What? Successors? What does it mean? What's going on?

"We don't have time to talk. We'll explain everything to you along the way."

While we're running, they explain to me everything that happens. I don't believe it! How can Madara do all this?

But I still don't understand one thing: "What can I do to stop it?"

"Are you kidding us?!" Tobirama exclaims, annoyed.

"Madara will only listen to you!" He continues.

"After all, everything he's doing is for you..." Hashirama adds. What?! For me?

"I never asked for this! I didn't want a war to break out for me!" The silence that follows makes my stomach turn.

“After mistakenly killing you, Madara was so devastated and heartbroken that he declared war on the Shinobi. He easily manipulated Uchiha Obito because he had lost the love of his life too." Meanwhile we have arrived at the place where the Shinobi are fighting against Madara.

I see him! Is that his appearance as Juubi's Jinchuuriki? His appearance is so strange: he looks like a supernatural creature! But he's still very handsome; I think I've blushed.

"Madara!" He turns to me, his eyes wide.

In a second, without me realizing it, I'm in his strong arms. I hear everyone around us gasp, but I almost don't notice it: I'm too focused on his heat. I missed being held by him so much...

"Madara, please, stop all this."

"I can't. Finally there will be peace in the Shinobi World." He answers sharply.

"But this won't be true peace! I don't think you've noticed, but here, in a certain sense, there's already a sort of peace: to oppose you, all the Shinobi have united for the first time, they've allied themselves, they've made peace with each other. You've done enough, Madara. Please come with me: let's leave this world and return to your brothers."

"I..."

He breaks away from the embrace; he walks away and makes gestures with his hands. He's freeing the Bijuu!

I run to hug him again and ask Tobirama to erase the Edo Tensei on me.

"Thank you, Madara. You made the right choice."

Our body is starting to dissolve; soon we'll "die".

"We'll finally be together forever."

And, with one last kiss, we disappear from this world. This time forever.

If you didn't know, the phrase "Kyou tsuki wa kirei, desu ne?" is a way in Japan to confess your love to your crush.

I think this is my best post yet, what do you think? I've had this idea for a few days, but it took me a little time to write it down. I hope Madara wasn't too OOC!

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captain-mj · 8 months

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Hear me out, Soapghost, Brahm's The Boy. Eh?? Eh??

I've been talking about this movie a stupid amount lately so... yeah, I'll eat this up. CW: This is based off a horror movie so it's the normal stuff, violence, stuff like that but also noncon voyeurism (Ghost watches Soap without him knowing but also listens to him) and Soap is just in general a bit of a freak

Made quite a few changes but it's the same premise

His interviewer had been a kind older man named Price. He was only in his 30's and was clearly capable of running the place, but he had been told to hire someone while he took a much needed vacation. Apparently, no one else stayed in the house but Price, which seemed a bit odd as he was clearly someone hired on, not the owner. Price had went through all of his duties and most importantly, he went over the lovely, lovely salary.

Soap had thought this job was just a bit too good to be true. He had to do some basic house sitting things and then he was clear. Also, he had to be nice to this doll.

The thing was... honestly kinda cute. His body was soft cotton over some stuffing and a skull design. Yeah, he wasn't the best of dolls, but he was a doll.

A cute doll. But a doll. nonetheless. His name was Ghost.

Regardless, he followed the rules. He had grown up Scottish and hearing of Brownies and other little folklore creature. Make breakfast. Give Ghost doll a kiss on forehead. Don't question any weird happenings, it's an old house. Make dinner, leave a section for Ghost. And always make sure to leave a cup of tea out at night. One cream, two sugars. Extra strong tea.

It tasted like tea, just rather sweet. Soap didn't like it. He had tried to make himself a cup to have with the mystery thing in the walls, but he ended up stopping and going to bed after a while. Each time, the food and drink was consumed.

Soap had... accepted that something was there with him. He was fairly certain it was a cat or something that could smell the cream. Most of the dishes were fairly meat based or had a lot of broth. It didn't make the most sense, but the alternate was a dog and he'd rather not think about some silent mutt walking around stealing food off the tables. Riley, the only dog on the entire property, was far too well trained for such behaviors. The little dog was odd, often staring at the walls for hours or sometimes disappearing around corners. Soap wasn't a big fan of dogs but he did make exceptions for her.

Things were a little spooky sometimes, but Soap never found himself being frightened. I mean... Ghost was a pretty good protector he always joked with the people that delivered groceries. Plus, whether it be ghost, monster or a dog, it hadn't come close to Soap yet. It occasionally made the floor creak or moved things, but nothing bad or mischievous.

The fact that he got to live in this huge house that sprawled out over acres of land and had it's own lake was excellent too. Every week on Sunday, someone would deliver groceries. It was clear they were being altered slightly, no two exactly the same although meals interlapped all the time, but Soap chalked it up to a delivery system that lets someone schedule different orders.

"Do you know anything about the man that hired you?" The delivery guy always spoke in hushed tones, looking around the home nervously, as if a man would pop up out of nowhere to bring death and ruin, but now, they werespeaking at barely above a decibel, glancing around feverishly.

Soap shrugged. "No. Just know how much I'm paid and what my job entails. Why?"

"Simon Riley was an odd guy, even before the fires. Some people insist he started them. He's an odd fellow. if he hired you, I'd tread lightly." The man looked at him uneasily before glancing at the wall directly behind Soap. His mouth fell into a grimace. "Fucking freak."

Soap felt a weird surge of protectiveness. Yes, he had never met Simon in person, but the entire place felt like a huge memorial to his family. Each room decorated like they'd come back to it and, if this guy was to believed, that meant he had to recreate each detail. He was also a very generous employer and he'd never wronged Soap or anyone that he'd talked to. Soap wanted the man out of the house, feeling a very strong sense of being watched thanks to the entire situation. "Haven't met him. Thank you."

The man looked at him with something strangely similar to pity before nodding. "See you next week, MacTavish." He left Soap alone to put the groceries away.

"Fucking asshole." Soap started to put the groceries away and quickly heard the floor creak. "Ghost?"

Complete silence.

He ignored it and put everything away. After stretching real quick, back popping and limbs burning just a little, he tried to decide what to do. His shoulder injury was acting up so most things were out. Damn thing had already gotten him discharged after only a year in the services, he didn't see the reason for it to keep tormenting him.

Riley seemed to have an idea so he took her on a walk. Most dogs preferred schedules, Soap knew, but according to Price, Riley was an ex military dog and had a mind of her own. Soap thought she was like him and after the military, they just liked experiencing each day as a new thing. Not just a repeat of the old ones.

She stopped at the edge of the property and kept glancing at him before trying to trot a little farther away. Soap whistled and she walked back, clearly displeased that he didn't follow her. Riley barked at him and circled him before tapping her nose against his thigh like she was trying to herd him. He laughed her off and motioned back inside. She followed, though clearly still upset about it.

Soap went and showered, letting the hot water filter over him. Price had assured him that the only cameras were on the outside of the house, but he always felt watched in here. Ghost, his little doll companion, always waited outside. It was silly, not wanting the doll to be able to look at him, but he couldn't help it.

Right now, the feeling wasn't there and Soap took a deep breath before letting his hand slide down. He had no way of knowing that Ghost was right on the other side of the wall, silently holding his breath.

His hand reached down slowly, just barely stroking himself. He bit his lip hard and stroked himself a little more earnestly, getting a tiny gasp that set Ghost's insides on fire.

Soap closed his eyes, going through a few different scenarios. The first thought was of being interrogated, but it felt a bit too harsh. His thoughts drifted to the masked men he had met in the army. The idea of their hands on him.

"Please..." He choked hard, thrusting in hands. "Oh, please." Soap tried for a few minutes, but the edge he needed wasn't there. He shifted his weight, spreading his legs a little so he could reach his hand lower down to press against his hole..

The name popped up in his head. "Ghost." Why he said it out loud was beyond him, but it made the person listening very happy to hear. And very hard.

With shaking hands, Simon undid his belt and tried to make his hand follow Soap's movements based on the grunts and noises he heard. He could turn his head and look through the small crack and watch. Really give himself a show, but he wanted to show some restraint.

Soap managed to get his finger inside and groaned. "Please, Ghost. It feels good."

Ghost's breath sped up and so did his hands. His hips moved of their own accord, jerking up and chasing the pleasure. He could only imagine how Soap would feel. Probably far better than his hand. As long as Soap stayed in his house, he'd take care of him. He got rid of that nasty delivery guy and he'd get rid of anyone else.

Soap was his.

His.

He whimpered and heard Soap stop immediately. Ghost held his breath again as Soap quickly turned off the shower and they both waited to see what would happen.

"John?" Soap called out, listening.

Ghost didn't dare move an inch. This particularly floorboard was creaky and he couldn't risk it.

After a moment, Soap turned the shower back on and quickly finished getting himself cleaned up. He didn't finish though, clearly too freaked out. Ghost scratched at his skin, pissed he had just fucked that up.

Ghost fixed the grocery list again and Soap was happy to get the groceries from the new person the next week.

They were very nice and handed him everything. One of the items was a bottle of lube.

Soap felt himself turn bright red. He had long forgotten about the shower incident, marking everything down as the house settling.

How embarrassing.

However, the lotion was a high quality kind and it looked... Soap had only had lotion and his spit, neither were that great for penetration.

Minutes later, after the stuff that would go bad got put in the fridge, he was using it. He was gagging for it, a little upset his fingers could only go so deep. Soap was rough with himself, liked it that way. His fingers kept going after he felt he'd explode from overstimulation before he finally let himself collapse.

Ghost enjoyed the show and wondered how Soap would feel about dildos. There was no way he'd be able to put that in the order without suspicion, but if ever came out...

No. It was a horrible idea. Despite how nice and inviting Soap looked right now.

Then he came. An ex boyfriend of Soap's. It made Soap stupidly angry just seeing him and when he tried to go in to grab him, he almost clocked him. However, it was clear he was drunk and he wanted to know how he found this address so he bit his tongue and let him in.

"Johnny! Johnny!" He moaned, stepping around and around before finally stumbling into the couch. "You disappeared on me, babe."

Soap took a deep breath to try to calm himself. "I broke up with you, Kent. Remember? I'm not interested anymore." Riley sat nearby, a watchful eye. She did not growl or bark or even announce her presence. She waited.

"Listen, I know I made mistakes. But come on. They were honest."

"Let's talk about this when you're sober in the morning, yeah?" Soap made sure to enunciate, not wanting to hear any snide remarks about his accent from him. "I have things I need to do. Just sleep here." He grabbed Ghost, always careful to hold him with both hands and to his chest. The doll wasn't the largest thing and he was sure he could handle being dropped but... well, it just didn't feel right to do so.

Kent sat up. "What's that thing?"

Soap paused and mulled over his words. "Nothing too important. Just part of taking care of the house. I'll put it away real quick."

"Freak owner wants you to babysit his dolls?"

Soap felt himself bow up, gritting his teeth. Instead, he just bit that back as well. "Don't be so mean to the owner. He seems like a nice guy. Just go to sleep and don't throw up on the carpet." He fled the room, torn between wanting to scream at Kent or just beat him. Regardless, he didn't want to deal with him intoxicated at all so he'd wait until later.

Kent finally noticed Riley. "Thought you hated dogs."

"I do but she's a nice companion."

"You must have to vacuum constantly."

Soap paused and frowned. "What?"

"German Shepherds shed a lot unless you groom them regularly. Do you groom her?"

Soap knew fuck all about dogs, but as he thought about it, yeah, he had always heard people complain about how much shepherds shed and he hadn't groomed Riley once. A few hairs had been stuck to his palm after grooming, but her coat remained pristine. "No. Go to sleep."

Ghost went to his bed and received his little kiss on the forehead. Soap like always pulled the blankets up to the dolls chin and then patted him before leaving.

He didn't sleep well. Kept feeling like someone was standing over him.

Soap made breakfast, two plates sat side by side. It didn't really register until Kent was thanking him for cooking and scooping up his plate that he had a guest. Explaining that he had a weird arrangement with the thing living in his house seemed... well a bit insane. As much as he willingly followed the rules, he wasn't sure he wanted to explain them to anyone else. So he stayed quiet and silently apologized to Ghost.

Soap made himself coffee and a cup of tea that he purposely put out of Kent's sight. "So how did you find me?"

"Your mom. Johnny, this felt a bit extreme don't you think? I understand if you hate me. But ditching your whole family?"

Soap swung around, gripping the spoon in his hand like it was it was an actual weapon that could do damage. "Fuck you, Kent. You don't get to fuck around with other people, take advantage of the fact I lost my job, my career, my passion."

"Jesus, Johnny. You lost the military. Big fucking deal. It's better than if you got blown up out there."

"Would've preferred it to dealing with you."

Kent scowled and grabbed Ghost. "So what? You prefer sitting up here, playing dolls than being in the real world? Your family misses you and"

"They can keep missing me. I don't want to talk with them. I don't want to talk with you. And I really think it's best you leave."

Riley snorted and put herself between Soap's legs to heel. Despite her relaxed appearance and peaceful nature, not even hunting squirrels in her retirement, she was tensed up. Clearly ready to maul if just given the order.

"Riley, stay down girl." Soap lightly tapped his ankle against her side in a move he had seen the K-9 units at work use. "Kent, put the doll down. I think it's a sentimental thing for the owner."

"No. This is ridiculous. You sit up here, acting like this. For what? Some guy? You two fucking or something?"

"No, I haven't even met the guy, just put Ghost down." Soap could hear the desperation creeping into his voice.

Kent paused. "Ghost?"

If either of them bothered to stop and listen, they'd hear the creaking of the floorboards. Angry tapping on the walls.

Soap paused. "Yeah. The guy who hired me called him Ghost so I just started calling him that. Just put him down."

Riley left her heel and Soap almost panicked before seeing that she was standing by the mirror she loved.

Kent stared him, suddenly seeming a lot more hateful than he did just a moment ago. He then grabbed the doll and tore it along the inseam on the back.

Cotton fell out but so did scraps of cloth and something metal that hit the floor with a clunk.

Dogtags. Soap would recognize the sound anywhere. It made sense. Simon was probably ex military, same as Riley and Soap.

They sat on the floor next to the cotton and then there was another crack, this time of the glass on the mirror.

Kent whirled around, freezing for a moment. The lights ahead seemed to flicker, but that may have just been his imagination. Soap watched mutely as Kent went to the glass and touched it, following the cut. "Weird. Probably change in air pressure or so-"

A gloved hand smashed through the glass to grab him. Giant fingers pressed into his face as he slammed him into the frame of the mirror, letting him go and making him stagger.

Ghost shoved through the rest of the glass and leaned down to step through.

Big.

Soap pulled back, heart fluttering from fear. He watched this stranger with a skull mask just like Ghost's grab Kent and wrestle him to the floor effortless. Kent struggled but this man was a lot bigger and more importantly, better trained. He struck out and broke Ken's nose, blood splattering on the floor.

"Ghost!" Soap quickly tried to get his attention. The stranger faltered and looked up. Giant brown eyes looked at him. Prettiest eyes that Johnny had ever seen. "Stop."

Just as well trained as Riley, Ghost pulled back. He stepped on Kent's hand as he walked to Soap, staring down at him intensely.

Soap backed up into the kitchen island.

"Johnny." Ghost... purred. The name felt foreign on his tongue, but the response it got from Soap made it perfect.

"Simon?"

Ghost's eyes crinkled from smiling. "Yes. It's nice to finally meet you." He kept advancing until they were pressed against each other. Soap was taken back by the size difference but Ghost fixed that by leaning down. His mask face rubbed against his jaw and along his throat before... sniffing him.

Soap gripped the counter and took a deep breath. He wasn't afraid. Not one bit and honestly that should probably scare him or even just bother him but....It didn't. It didn't at all.

"Johnny." Ghost pressed tight against him, hands finding their way to his hips before sliding them under his shirt. "Thank you, thank you."

Soap wasn't sure what Ghost was thanking him for but before he could ask, he heard the dull thwack of something hitting Ghost's back.

There was a moment of silence before Ghost caught the poker on it's second swing. He glanced at Soap, clearly pleading.

"Go for it."

Watching Ghost beat Kent should've done something. Maybe he should've ran. But Soap had missed the violence and he did not miss Kent one bit.

Watching Ghost move was alluring as well and Soap felt a flush get to his cheeks as his body reacted. He should tell him to stop. Kent wasn't moving.

Soap let out a sharp gasp and Ghost turned his head back to him, blood splattering on his mask now.

"I'll be good." Simon promised. "Better than him. I'll be your good boy."

Johnny stared at him. "I know you will. My good boy, yeah?"

Simon let go of the poker from the fireplace, letting it slide. "Sunshine, do you mind giving us the room?"

Riley ran, knocked her head against his leg, and then quickly ran out. Tail wagging.

"You call her sunshine?"

"Course. She's my sunshine and you're my love." Simon said it so earnestly. So big and so hot and then he was pressing Soap against the island again. "Kiss?"

Soap swallowed and kissed his cheek, making Ghost whine. "Please... Please..." He tilted his head, making it clear what he wanted but letting Soap lean in. Their lips meet, the soft fabric between them getting in the way but Soap could still feel Ghost's lips moving against his own.

Simon pulled away, eyes hazing and adoring. Almost obsessive. He rubbed his cheek against Johnny's. "I'll be your good boy."

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copperbadge · 8 months

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Having an entertaining, low-key Shivadh Saturday around here today. One of the subplots of Royals/Ramblers involves some light underwater archaeology, but Monday doesn't want to dive while she's pregnant, so Michaelis volunteers to let her train and direct him, diving in her place. He's just come up from his last practice dive in the harbor, and it's time to break for lunch...

"The gossip about these lessons is very funny," he added, nodding subtly at a man with his phone out, clearly trying not to seem like he was taking their picture. "Your brother sends me regular reports of my fame, you know. Lately it's half wild speculation about why you and I are spending so much time together and half amusement that I've decided to take up extreme sports late in life."

"Nothing salacious, is there?"

"Well, salacious, yes. Malicious, I don't think so," he said. "Nobody takes that kind of thing seriously, or if they do, the palace finds a way to deal with them. I've found that, once you cross fifty, you are assumed to be in a mid-life crisis until you die, so someone's always imagining that I've lost my senses. Currently, the question is whether the mid-life crisis is the scuba diving or the imagined affair."

"What a soap opera that would be," Monday said. "In this scenario are you also secretly the father of my child?"

"Naturally. The whole surrogacy is just a ruse to cover it up."

"Scandalous. I guess it speaks to your character that a lot of people think your idea of a mid-life crisis is diving, though," she said.

"Well, most of them have met me," he said. "Aside from driving too fast and always thinking I know best, my sins are few and mild. And I would put up with a great deal more aspersions on my character," he added, "for both the pleasure of your company here and the eventual grandchild. Although if it bothers you, you should tell Theophile, he'll put Comms on it."

"Nah. I never really hear much about it," she said, as they reached land. There was a little bank of outdoor storage chests, mainly for the few boaters who used the pier; he began packing the equipment into one of them, slipping some sandals on while she continued. "And I'm used to it from my surf days. Not exactly this, obviously, but when you reach a certain level in any sport, as a woman, people start to insinuate things."

"Unconscionable," Michaelis said, locking the trunk closed. "Unfortunately also a reality of life -- every few years, when the news cycle was slow, there'd be some ass who'd dig out a photograph of me with a random woman at a party and claim I was running around on my wife. It used to bother Gregory. Miranda found it uproariously funny."

"What about you?" she asked, and he was quiet for a moment as they continued walking.

"It never really registered, I think. Some things did, some things I took very personally, but that always felt so childish. I couldn't take it seriously. May we all be so blessed, eh? Given the lives we lead."

"Before you guys came to visit, our dad said to me that Ed doesn't look super far forward into the future," Monday said. "Dad wasn't sure Ed understood how huge a commitment he was making. Not like a two-year Eat Network contract, was how he put it. Ramblers do tend to live in the moment, but when he said that I thought, well, that won't be me. I might not have a life plan or anything but I know the proportions of the promises I make. Now...maybe I should have taken a long look at myself, too."

They'd reached the curve of footpath that would lead them around the Maritime Academy's building, to the little grassy area with tables and benches; he paused, glancing out at the harbor and then back at her.

"You know, you're well liked here," he said. "Not just by us, the family I mean, but by the town. It seems like you've made friends, too. I don't know that it needs to be said, but in case you weren't aware, you'd be welcome if you wanted to stay. You'd have a place here. Not as the..." he gestured dismissively, "queen mother, or royal surrogate, or whatnot, but purely as Theophile's sister. If you wanted. No pressure," he added with a smile.

"I knew, but it's nice to hear," she agreed, leading him down to the tables, setting the bag on one of them. "It's not...in the plan for me, I think, but if I did want to stay, I'll keep it in mind."

"Do. And now, let's see what Simon has sent us for lunch -- ah, excellent," he said, fishing a pair of plastic containers out of the bag. "Cold curried chicken or roast beef sandwich?"

"Split 'em?" Monday suggested.

"Won't help the rumors," he said, smiling, but he took half the sandwich when she offered, scooping half the chicken into her container with a suspiciously sporklike object from the bag.

A picture of them having lunch together did make the gossip blogs the next day. Monday, lying in bed next to a still-sleeping Georgie, took a screenshot of the photo and clickbaity headline and sent it to him without comment.

His response came back a few minutes later. Our union can never be. A fish and a bird might fall in love, but where would they build a home?

#shivadhverse

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trashboatprince · 10 months

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Crowley trying to figure out what kind of snake he is

On with the fic!

"So," Aziraphale started, setting his little glassed down on the now-closed book, "you're telling me that this whole time you have no idea what sort of snake you are?"

"Yep." Crowley replied, shifting on the couch, trying to look more relaxed, but it wasn't working. "I mean, for a long time I just thought I was, ya know, some unknown snake, one of a kind. Then I realized that a lot of the other demons have real animals, real types and stuff, and it got me thinking..."

"'What snake species am I', correct?"

"Bingo." He did finger guns at Aziraphale, who didn't look amused. "Right, well, I wanna know if you've got any books on snakes that might help me."

Aziraphale sighed and nodded, standing up. "I'll be right back."

Right back was a little over an hour, and by then Crowley was dozing on his favorite sofa. He was rudely woken up when Aziraphale dropped a book on his chest. "Wow, rude."

"These should be all my books on snakes and reptiles in general. What can you tell me about yourself as a snake?"

Crowley grunted and sat up. "Well, I'm black, with a red belly and chin. I can make venom, and... I dunno, I like warm places. Aziraphale, I don't know anything else, I try not to be a snake."

"But you are a snake."

"I know, but I mean..." He waved about his hands. "In snake form!"

Aziraphale nodded. "Right, well, could you take on that form so I can get a good look? Might make it easier to see what sort you are."

Crowley groaned, shifting about, grumbling under his breath before huffing. "Fine!" And in just a few seconds he went from being man-shaped to serpent-shaped. He glared at Aziraphale as best as he could, which he sure wasn't the best, but he still tried anyway.

"Excellent, thank you, dear." Aziraphale smiled as he picked up one of the books. "Now, let's get to work."

They sat there for a while, with Aziraphale looking through his books for black and red snakes. It wasn't exactly easy, considering many of the books were a bit out of date, and Crowley was tired of repeating the same answers to the same questions.

He was starting to doze off again when Aziraphale shouted. "I got it! I've figured it out!"

"Huh?! Wha?" Crowley lifted his head, looking about, before noticing the book that was shoved in front of him. It was a little more recent, probably from the seventies, that showed a photo of a long, thin snake. Black on top that bled into a rich red, the correct head shape too, which was always important to remember for a snake.

"What does it say?" He asked, unable to really read much when like this.

"Apparently you're a red-bellied black snake!" Aziraphale smiled. "They're found in Australia!"

Crowley stared at the image and shifted form, becoming his normal appearance. "Really? Red-bellied black snake? That's so... eh."

"Eh? We know what you are now!"

"Yeah, true, but I was hoping for a cooler name."

"I think it's rather 'cool'. And look at this snake, they're an adorable, little thing! Just like you were when you slithered up The Wall!" Aziraphale smiled, looking at the photo.

Crowley groaned loudly and slumped over. "Don't say that...! It's embarrassing!"

"And it's also the truth! A red-bellied black snake, such a cute name for a cute snake!"

"Stooooppp...!"

#good omens #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #john's drabbles

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Could you do a Lewis one where you're his childhood best friend who also got famous as a singer and you guys start dating and you go to the paddock and everyone is fanfirling over you guys (yes Lando as well) and you feel shy and don't want to intrude in the team photo but lewis drags you in and someone says something like "you're part of the family now?" maybe his family is there as well?? ty!! i love the way you write!

Forever & Always- Lewis Hamilton 💜

How did I miss this! It's one of the cutest things I've been asked to write. So sorry for the wait, if I saw it I would of written it months ago lol, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you so much being so kind... your so sweet 🥰 I was planning on making this short but as always I got carried away lol! So be prepared for a long fluffy mess love you guys!

Warnings- none just fluff, not proofread

Words- 3.1k

You'd be lying if you said you didn't know this day would come... lying on your best friend's bare chest as he ran his fingers carelessly across your bare back. It was obvious to a naked eye that you and Lewis loved each other, after spending the last 30+ years together being inseparable it was bound to happen at some point. The both of you knew how the other one felt. He saw the way your eyes would linger longer as he worked out and you saw the look he would give you as you walked out on the stage, a look that was too pure and full of love to be just a friend! But despite the two of you knowing, neither of you said anything, wanting to see who would be the first to crack... and last night you finally found out!

Having enough of not being in your arms, Lewis finally made the big step in calling you his as he pulled you deeper in his arms and pulled you into the most passionate kiss either of you has ever had! That night the two of you got lost in the years of hidden lust and love, finally cracking to spell you had both put on each other!

"You coming to the race today?" Lewis mumbled sleepily in your shoulder, already feeling himself drift back to sleep as your fingers got lost in his hair. "Of course..." You smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his temple "When have I ever missed your home race eh?" It was true, from all of his years of racing he couldn't think of one British GP that you didn't attend. Even when your own career rocketed and your schedule became just as busy as his, you always made sure you were there, making him fall for you ten times harder!

Once your morning cuddles were over and you practically pulled him out of the bed, he couldn't help but stand back and admire you getting ready in his bathroom. Of course from your years of friendship you had stayed overnight before, but this time it felt different... and although there was no label on it just yet he knew there was no way that you were just friends anymore, he wouldn't let it be.

Creeping up behind you he wrapped his arms around your waist, causing a huge smile to appear on both of your faces. Feeling his lips tug up in a smile as he nuzzled his head deeper into your neck caused a million butterflies to erupt in your body. "Walk in the paddock with me?" He muttered between kisses, his words causing you to almost drop your toothbrush out of your mouth. "Huh?" You said mouth full of foam as you looked at him in shock. Despite how long you had known him you had never walked in with him, in fact, you had never walked into the paddock or stayed in the garage! The media knew that you were childhood friends, but that didn't stop them from creating a false story every time you were spotted together. So being the protected friend he was he kept you in his motorhome, claiming it was because you were roscoe's protector but you knew it wasn't.

"You're so cute.." He laughed, removing the toothbrush out of your mouth, allowing you to spit out the toothpaste that was now burning your mouth. "You want me to walk in with you?" You repeated his question, eyes only growing wider as he nodded his head without hesitation "Don't you think it might be a bit soon...?"

"No.." He smiled, again without any hesitation "Gorgeous, you have been my best friend since I was born & it took me enough time to do what we did last night! I don't think I can last another year of not attending my home race with you, especially now that I got you, I want to show you off to everyone. Fuck the media, your mine!"

"But what about your family? Toto? Angela?" You continued to panic, although you were already warming up to the idea. But Lewis knew you, he knew that you always tried to think of any excuse when something scared you, but he didn't want you to feel scared now... he wanted you to feel free "What if they think it's to soon... They don't even know about us, God I don't even know about us! Are you my friend, friends with benefits... boyfriend? I don't know what to label us-"

Cutting your words short, he pushed his lips to yours. Immediately swallowing any ounce of panic that was in your body, he smiled as he felt your body relax in touch, only pulling away when he knew that you were 100% calm. Pushing his head against yours, his thumb caressed your cheek "You need to calm down missus.." Looking directly in his brown orbs, time felt like it stilled as the only thing that could be seen in them was love and safety "Don't worry about them... they've been pestering me for years to make us a thing! I swear even I get a podium today the only thing they will be celebrating today is us!" You couldn't help but giggle at his words knowing that they were all true! His dad and brother has been teasing you for years about it, calling you soulmates and placing bets on who would admit it first! "& if your worried about labels sweetheart that can be easily fixed" Smirking, he pulled off his Cartier love ring the one that you have always loved. Placing it in between his two fingers, he took your hand in his smiling down at you as your cheeks flushed pink "my (y/n), my best friend, my platonic and real soulmate... will you be officially mine?"

Shaking your head you let the tears fall down your cheeks "Your so silly" You giggled as he stuck his tongue out at you "Of course I will be your girlfriend Lew!"

"About time.." He sighed, lifting you up in his arms as he twirled you around in the air. Both of your laughter blend into one as he put you back on the ground, but not removing his arms around you "Now come on girlfriend, let me put this ring on your finger to make it official?"

"Are you sure?" You smiled, as he placed it on your finger kissing it as it slipped on perfectly "I know how much they mean to you..."

"& You mean 1000 times more" He smirked, pecking your lips gently "And don't worry I've still got another 7 to piss off the FIA with, if anything your doing me a favour! Now c'mon let's get ready..." Picking up a stranded Mercedes cap of the floor, he placed it on your head his number clear on it "I want to show Silverstone the trophy I have already won!"

With his words melting your heart, you both spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the arrival. You didn't really pack any 'paddock walking' clothes, expecting to just be going straight to his motorhome. "How about this?" You mumbled to Lewis, whose eyes lit up at you wearing your ripped black jeans and a Mercedes t-shirt with his number proudly on the back. "You look unreal darling.." He smirked, waking over to pull you in his arms for the hundredth time that morning "What driver do you support eh?" He teased as you put the cap back on your head causing you to roll your eyes "Oh shut it!"

"How about you throw this on as well?" Lewis says, going over to the oversized pink and yellow coat he wore for practice earlier in the week "Apparently it might rain & I don't want you to catch a cold before your big performance on Tuesday.."

"Your so sweet.." You whispered, finding his thoughtfulness overwhelming. You were starting a new tour as an opening act for Ed Sheeran, and for the first time in your career singing at sold-out stadiums! "But people saw you wearing that... there gonna know" Chuckling he kissed the skin behind your ear, whispering softly "My hands are not going to leave you until I have step foot in that car baby girl... wearing that coat or not there gonna know that you are mine... for forever and always!"

"Forever and always eh?" You smirked, holding out your arm for him to tug the coat on "I like the sound of that.."

"Hmmm me too.." He smiled, pulling the coat on your body, stepping back to admire how adorable you looked practically drowned in everything him "I like the sound of that very much!"

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The drive there was filled with nothing but a peaceful comfortable silence. Your entwined hands rested on his thigh as you drew around his tattoos with your other one... Roscoe sleeping

"What do you think they'll say?" You mumbled over the silence, causing him to look at you confused "Who darling?"

"The media..." You whispered, still occupied in tracing his tattoos as you felt his eyes practically burn holes in you "It's your first time walking in with a girl since Nicole Lew... it'll be a big deal. There always quick to speculate things... I'm just scared there going to do it to us, y'know break us before we have even started. I know I sound stupid but I don't want to lose you before I properly have you..."

His heart broke as he heard the vulnerability in your voice. He knew you didn't have the happiest memories with the media, they always tried to trample you down, just like they did with him... but he had thicker skin than you did. Your sensitivity always let them win!

"Baby look at me..." He cooed, pulling you closer to him the best he could "You have had me for years... and you'll have me for years to come. What they think means nothing darling, they can think or say whatever they want because only us know the truth.." Taking your locked hands to his mouth, he placed a gentle kiss to where they attached "I love you (y/n) so much... and I want to you to be comfortable okay? so If you don't feel ready for this we can turn around, drop you and little man down there off at the motorhome and I'll join straightaway yeah?"

Taking in his words, you sighed. You knew there was nothing to be afraid of... not when you had him next to you "No..." You spoke confidently, causing a small smile to grace his lips "I love you too Lewis I always have and always will... I've got this" Just in time the car stopped indicating that you had arrived. Pecking your lips softly you both smiled "No gorgeous... we've got this"

And he was right...

The second you got out of the car you felt his presence next to you... Your hand laced with his as he continued to make small talk with you, trying to get you to forget about the crowd that was now following you, firing nosy questions about the two of you. Despite not doing it for years, it felt natural to have someone other than roscoe walking in with him... You felt natural. & as he held you petite hand in his, listening to you laugh as his dog tried to keep up with the pair of you he couldn't help but kick himself at not making it official sooner thinking about the all times you could of been here with him instead of hidden in the back... but all that truly mattered was now, and he was willing to make up for any lost time.

Once you hit the entrance to the paddock, you were met with a stressed-out Angela "oh my god Lewis there you are!" She sighed in relief "You are 20 minutes late we have so much to do... what the hell were you-" She paused in shock as she took in your figure pressed firmly against his, Roscoe finally catching up with you as he went straight to Ang "(y/n)" She gasped, causing you to laugh as you politely said hi. Her eye's flickered between you and him and your hands, only then realizing what was going on "No way! Are you..." Being too shocked to finish her sentence, you and Lewis just nodded huge smiles on both of your faces as she squealed, jumping up and down as if she had just won the world champion "Oh my god! I am so happy for you guys! I have wanted this forever... when did this happen and why haven't I known about this!?"

"We'll answer any questions in a bit ang..." Lewis laughed, as he saw the steward become inpatient with you all blocking the entrance. Taking your hand back in his he smiled, "Let's make it to the paddock before Toto kills us yeah?"

"Okay.." She smiled at how in love you both looked "But I'm not letting this go.. I want all the details!" Smirking Lewis leaned down to your ear "Don't think she wants all the details... what do you think?" Jabbing him in the side playfully you rolled your eyes as the events from last night replayed over and over in your head... the both of you wishing that you could do it all again right now, but first you had a family to face and he had a race to win!

Angela wasn't the only ones that were excited for the pair of you, everybody who saw you were quick to congratulate the two of you . But no one was happier to see you walk in together than his family who instantly cheered as they saw his arm wrapped around your shoulder "FINALLY!" Nicholas cheered, looking at his dad as he held out his hand "Pass that £20 over dad!"

Lewis furrowed his eyebrows as he watched his dad sigh, handing over the note to his younger son "He said that you'll be together before you were 40! But you were leaving it a little late son... I doubted you.."

"I left it too late.." Lewis frowned as he was reminded of what could have been. But as he looked down at your smiling and chatting away to the rest of his loved ones, fitting in straight away, none of it mattered "But I've got it now.." He blushed as you looked back his way giving him a big smile "And I'm not letting her go!"

"I'm proud of you!" Anthony beamed, patting him on his shoulder "She's good for you... now we'll have to put a bet on for the wedding eh nick?" Your head whipped up at the mention of the event, causing everyone around you to laugh. "Easy dad It won't be for another 3+ years.." He laughed, grabbing you back to him, whispering in your ear "But you would look so pretty in white baby girl... maybe I have to swap the Cartier for a rock sooner!" Your cheeks flushed red as he carried on as normal, ignoring the fact he pretty much told you he wanted to marry you! And now the picture couldn't be erased from either of you!

"Right Lewis let's get going!" Angela beamed "We have a race to win!" Turning to him, you planted a kiss on his lips causing everyone around you to awe "Good luck champ!" You mumbled on his lips "I am already so proud of you..."

"I love you so much.." He mumbled back, pulling away as he felt you take roscoe's lead from his hands "What are you doing? You not staying in the garage?" There was a slight frown on his lips as you shook your head.

"I love you too..." You smiled, crouching down to stroke the inpatient bulldog who was missing all the attention on him "& I might be your girlfriend now but I was Roscoe's protector first!"

"Ahhh I see how it is!" Lewis laughed, crouching down to join you "You stole my fans and now my girl, Mr... got to stop bringing you eh? I'll end up with no one"

"You've got us silly, We love you.." You giggled, kissing his lips once more before hopping up off the ground to make it to his motor "I'll see you later baby, good luck... get a trophy for me yeah?" You teased. "Anything for you darling" He smiled, waving you goodbye "Anything..."

"Your so whipped!" Spinz laughed, hitting him over the head. His eyes never left your figure as you disappeared round the corner. "I've been whipped for years..." He proudly admitted not even caring how cheesy he sounded "& I'll be whipped forever and always!"

"Oh god what has she done to you?" Spinz teased pretending to be sick causing Lewis to join in with the laughing "I have no idea bro... but I love it!"

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Just like he promised, he had another trophy to his name! Your heart burst with pride and love as you watch him step foot on the platform, you knew he would be a bit disheartened at the number but from how poor his season had started, everyone knew he was headed in the right direction!

Switching off the TV, you grabbed Roscoe's harness immediatly gathering his attention! "C'mon Roscoe.." You cooed, wrapping it around him "Let's go see daddy eh?" With a quiet bark and a wag of his tail you knew he was just as excited as you to see him!

Meeting them where you promised, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping in his arms. Pulling his lips to yours as you mumbled sweet nothings on them "I am so proud of you handsome... I knew you could do it!"

"Could have done better tho..." He sighed, pulling away but keeping his head pressed against yours. Rolling your eyes you shook your head "Shut up. You were incredible out there... and you got me that trophy I asked for..."

Your words swapped his frown for a smile as he pecked your cheek repeatedly "I told you baby... anything for you!"

Your moment was ruined as team orders called for a group picture, causing you to pout slightly cause you had to get out of his arms. Planting one last kiss on his head you sighed "I'll just be over there..."

Just as you were about to walk away his arm pulled you back, making you look at him with a confused look "Oh no you won't..." He smirked, pulling you in front of the camera with all of his team and family, making sure that you were placed right next to him "Lewis what are you doing?" You hissed, still trying to escape his hold "I don't belong in this picture... I haven't done anything..."

Before Lewis could speak, another voice took the words straight out of his mouth "You deserve to be here just as much as everyone else does..." His dad spoke, placing his hand on your shoulder "Your a part of the family lovely..."

Nodding at his father's words, he pulled you closer waiting for the timer to tick down before he whispered his added thoughts...

"Forever and always.."

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x reader #formula 1 #Mercedes #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #lewis hamilton book #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton blurb

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fluxweeed · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

i've had so much fun reading other answers to these questions over the last few weeks!! thank you @nv-md and @sweet-s0rr0w for mentioning me in your posts!! i fear my answers drifted much too far into self-indulgence, but what's new for this blog eh??

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22, but one of them is 11 separate drabbles/microfics in a 2k-word jacket

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

293,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i'll only ever write hp on this username!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all drarry:

the four doors (legilimency healer draco + memory loss)

adventures in truth and texting (advent texting fic)

all i have to do (draco thinks harry is a magical fantasy but whoops he's real)

eight o'clock, tomorrow evening (four doors sequel)

two to lie and one to listen (8th year fake dating, sort of)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i respond to everything on the final chapter of a fic! sometimes very kind commenters will say something at the end of every single chapter, which is SUCH a joy to receive, but i haven't yet figured out a way of saying "thank you!" 26 times over without sounding insincere

(i also don't usually respond to comments on fics i've co-written bc i don't feel like i have? the right? feels like i'm taking credit for something i did not really do!)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

also drarry: for lack of wanting, wherein harry thinks it's sexy when draco acts like an evil dick again, and draco is too in love with harry to tell him that makes him feel weird

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

man i think all the rest are pretty happy, all things considered? tho i guess two to lie and wrapped are the only ones that end with explicit i-love-yous?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've been quite lucky, actually! i've had the occasional demand to change an angsty ending, or comments that have been quite mean about a character who isn't supportive of drarry. oh and i've had a couple of people get suuuper mad when draco malfoy, death eater and snotty spoilt brat, makes mildly immoral decisions. i've found all of those quite funny tho, which i'm sure i wouldn't if they were legitimate hate, so i don't think they count!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yep! the vibe of two characters wanting to fuck but knowing they shouldn't for some reason (uneven dynamic, magic stuff, they simply haven't had a fucking conversation about it) is my absolute favourite. will read it every time, will write it pretty much every time too 😅

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

the closest i've come to writing a crossover is say no to this, a fic vaguely based off the storyline of the song from hamilton. it was the first drarry fic i'd written in about 10 years!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yep! not any under this username (that i know of), but someone re-uploaded an old drarry fic of mine to wattpad – and honestly, i don't mind at all. i don't think the fic is very good lmao, if someone else wants to take the blame for it, that's totally fine by me

(the wildest thing about it is the combined ff.net + wattpad views of that fic now top 2 million i think?! but despite that u have almost definitely not heard of it!! i've only seen it mentioned, like, maybe 3 times since i properly re-joined fandom spaces in 2020)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! it's SUCH an honour!!! the four doors is in german, chinese, russian and spanish; thirst (drarry vampire fic) is in chinese; and all i have to do (the not-fantasy-harry fic) is in russian 🥰

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!!! well, sort of – officially, i co-wrote per my last letter (i hope you choke on it) with @lastontheboat, but i really do think i was more like an alpha reader with knobs on. the workload split was at least 25/75, with j shouldering a great deal of the burden (and all of the brilliance)!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

this is going to sound silly given that i'm definitely a drarry writer and only really hang out in the drarry sphere – but i don't have one! for hp, i gravitate towards ships with harry in them, but even that isn't a hard and fast rule for me

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

nothing that i've posted! but i have tons that are never going to see the light of day. three recent-ish hp ones i've written the most for:

a fic i call The Opus, which is a drarry auror partners fic – i have 16k words written; it was going to end up a solid 100k. i love the concept i have for this fic so, so dearly, but a 100k casefic is not happening.

a harry/ginny established relationship smutty oneshot that is really nothing more than ginny being fun and sexy and harry being horny but, like, self-deprecating about it.

a drarry little mermaid au that i wrote for nanowrimo in 2019. like i MIGHT come back to this one day? but it's unlikely. pros: i do have 50k of it written already and the first draft isn't too far off being complete. cons: i have almost exactly 50k words of it written bc i hit the nano goal and stopped in the middle of a sentence bc writing it was SO stressful (that november i had two jobs + one volunteering role, and also i was moving house, so. a lot going on.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

god knows. dialogue and characters come easiest to me, ig? and i tend to cut a lot in editing, so i don't think my stuff is? overly wordy? so it doesn't require much brainpower to read? that could be a positive or a negative, depending on how you look at it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i suck at caring about anything other than character dynamics, so my fics never have plot outside of something vague to put the main pairing in the same room

similarly, i'm not very good at describing locations – describing anything, really

bc i tend to focus on the "oh we want to but we shouldn't!" moment, i'm pretty bad at actually developing feelings in longer fics – that part always feels too rushed to me, but fuck if i know a way of fixing it that isn't just, like, write another 20k

i think my endings usually feel like a bit of an afterthought and often quite forced

the more i write, the more i realise i know, like, 5 ways of phrasing anything, and i just repeat the same things over and over

i'm trying to fix my lack of skills with plotting + pacing by planning extensively before i start drafting, but i think that takes a bit of the spark out of the final version? it becomes a bit predictable and samey?

em dashes every tenth word

i'm convinced ppl i respect are in group chats talking abt how annoying and bad at writing i am, and also lowkey (…highkey) i agree with them – so actually getting myself to write anything is super hard!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

yeah man! i mean, i personally am not sufficiently confident in my skills in any other language to do it without help (and i'm not sufficiently confident in my skills in asking for help to do that), but it's fun to read imo

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i've dabbled in a few over the years, but the first was hp – it was a marauders era snape/lily/james love triangle fic that i posted on a forum on a hp roleplaying site – this was before deathly hallows came out, so i was very smug when my pairing theory (that i undoubtedly stole from someone cleverer than me, because i was 13 years old) turned out to be true

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

god. @decaflondonfog recently told me that drabbles don't really count, so i? don't know? perhaps still the pine-woods scent the moon (guilty remus/harry) or taste of țuică (established drarry bringing ron in as a third) are the ones i like best, but i don't love either of them enough to be able to confidently declare them my favourite!

u know the drill: i got too sad and anxious and unfollowed everyone so i have no idea who to tag. if u made it this far please know i do love you very much, i want to kiss u on the cheek at LEAST, and would love to know any thoughts u have about the things u make ❤️

#as if i said 'a strength of mine is that i'm not too wordy' in this post #have u SEEN the length #fluxweed shut the fuck up challenge #my fic #tag game

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