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viktheviking1 · 7 months

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"Husky!!!!!!" Angel shouted as he stormed into the lobby of the hotel.

Spitting his drink in surprise, Husk wiped his mouth and turned around to see an angry spider marching towards him, a little piglet trotting just behind. Husk had been guzzling down more alcohol, sitting on a couch as he read a newspaper, a part of his routine in life that he had kept doing now that he was in hell, but the quiet was broken and his paper was drenched.

"The f**k do you want? I swear, I can't do anything in peace with you around." He grumbled back as he put the sopping wet mess on the coffee table.

Angel ignored the jab and shoved something colorful in the cat's face, "The f**k is this?"

It took a moment to register in Husk's brain what Angel was holding, ". . . It's a pan pride flag?"

"So, you do know what it is! I was half-hoping maybe you were just so old timey that you had it not knowing what it meant." Angel said in a strangely accusatory tone.

"Wait, did you get this from my room? What the hell were you doing in there?" Husk snatched the flag from his hands.

"Don't change the subject! Are you pansexual or aintcha?" Angel crossed one set of arms, and placed one hand on his hip as he dramatically pointed at him with the other.

Husk blushed a little; his sexuality wasn't exactly something he went around shouting to the world. He hadn't been in a relationship for a long time and he wasn't planning on entering one any time soon, so it really was no one's business. Honestly, he forgot he even had the flag. It was just something marked down in July, after pride month had passed, and he grabbed it as just a little something for himself. He was the only one he planned to let see it, just as a reminder that he was okay to be whoever he was and like whomever he wanted; something he was never allowed in life.

" . . . I don't gotta answer that. What's it to ya anyway? I didn't exactly take you to be a 'super straight'?" He mumbled as he used air quotes.

"That's exactly the problem!!!" Angel slumped over exasperated.

Husk didn't really get it, but he was absolutely done with whatever it was, so he stood up and jabbed a finger at the spider, "Look, I don't know what the f**k you're freaking out about Legs, it's got nothin' to do with you!"

Angel shifted his weight where he stood, "Well, you're right but I still wanna know!"

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" Husk stood up, glaring.

"I-I'm just curious is all. . ." Angel blushed a bit.

"Yeah, well, you can shove your curiosity up your *ss." He pushed.

"Why, you don't trust me or somethin?" Angel stood his ground.

"No, why the f**k would I?!" Husk raised his voice.

"Hey, what is your problem?!" Angel raised his back.

"I don't need to be judged by a drug addict pole dancer." He shoved.

"Oh wow, real mature. I'll have you know that pole dancing is an under-appreciated art." Angel defended.

"Well, I'm sure it's very appreciated by those freaks out there who drool all over you." He rolled his eyes.

"All this over a little flag and a simple yes or no question. Acting out like a scared little boy." Angel leaned down to glare at back at him.

Husk expected Angel to be happy. He expected a smug look on his face and maybe a 'see was that so hard?'. And Angel was happy for a moment, but then he looked sad. Then his face soured, and suddenly he was angry again all over again.

"Fine! I'm pan! I'm pansexual! I hate the stupid gender binary and I like people based on their personality. Ya happy now?!" He shouted.

"YOU MEAN I HAD A CHANCE THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!?!" Angel looked actually furious now.

". . . The f**k. . .?" Husk was very, very confused.

Angel took a few steps towards him and he took a couple steps back, "You mean to tell me that I've been throwing myself at you, half-jokingly, for so long . . ."

"Half-?" Husk started.

"I've teased you, I've pranked you, and strutted around you like a fool . . ." Angel pushed him down onto the couch, and blocked him in with all his arms, "And you weren't f**king straight?!?!"

". . . Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but-" Husk started.

"And you've just stared at me, like unflinching! So I figured, 'aw well, guess he's straight, may as well flirt with him, and see if I can't make him uncomfortable'. I've straight up told you how I pride myself on having great f**king gaydar! But then I get it wrong with you of all people?!" Angel turned around, covering his face with his top arms, "Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?!"

Angel was still covering his face, honestly unsure of what he had said in all of his rambling. He just wanted to crawl into his bed and die. Gentle hands curled around his wrists, and he didn't resist as they pulled his hands from his face.

Husk sat with his jaw agape for a moment, processing. He sighed, grabbing one of Angel's lower arms,"Sit your tall *ss down." and pulled him onto the couch, turning in his seat to face him.

" . . . Angel, would you open your eyes please?" Husk's voice was a quiet, sarcastic, but soothing tone.

"No, I feel humiliated enough. I don't need you to mock me right now." Angel said, covering his face again.

Husk chuckled and moved Angel's hands away again, "I'm not going to mock you, Legs."

"You're not going to wear your dumb, smug face, and tell me how you, a person who is attracted to people based on personality, could never like me, a self-absorbed idiot?" Angel rambled.

Husk snickered, "No, never that. Come on, Legs. Please?"

Angel slowly opened his eyes to see a warmest smile from Hell's grumpiest cat, "See? There you are."

Angel blushed and looked away, but Husk turned his chin back to him, "You think you can say all that and not face the consequences."

"C-consequences?" Angel stammered, blushing harder.

Husk blushed, "I mean, we have drinks together all the time, so I guess that's kind of stupid, but uh-"

Husk leaned back and sighed, scratching the back of his head, "Listen, I haven't - . . . I mean I don't- . . . Well, you know how- . . ." He sighed again, "I'm not very good at telling people how I feel, but uh. . . If you wanted to ever . . . We could have a drink sometime . . .?"

He was suddenly clobbered by a massive spider and fell backwards, "Yes! Yes, of course! That sounds great!"

They both laughed there for a moment, Angel on top of him, "What a f**kin' dumb*ss way to figure out we were crushin' on each other, huh?"

Husk chuckled at that, "I feel like it's mostly my fault. You were flirting with me constantly."

"Wellllll, I will admit I do flirt with lots of men. I guess," Angel sighed into his fur, "I just really meant it with you."

Again, they giggled together like little middle school lovers; giddy and drunk on reciprocated feelings, high on finally being understood.

Husk smiled as his face flushed, "Aren't we a pair?"

Angel started to get up when he realized that he was currently on top of a man who just asked him out.

He grinned a mischievous grin, "You know~" he held himself up with his lower hands adjusted his hair and loosened Husk's tie with the others, "We could-"

"Absolutely not." Husk said flatly.

Angel sat up, letting Husk do the same, but still pouted, "But why not? We like each other and . . ." He leaned in, resting his hands on Husk's legs, "I'm sure you're dying to know what you've been missing out on."

Husk was still just staring blankly, but now Angel started noticing things he hadn't noticed before, because he was so sure it was impossible. The slight flush of his cheeks, the dry swallow of his throat, the sweatiness of his palms as he gently pushed Angel away from him.

"I may be pan, but I'm still old fashioned." Husk stood up, picking up his wet newspaper to throw away, "Another time, babe."

Angel watched him leave, and it wasn't until he was sure he was fully out of range that he whispered to nugs, "Did he just say, another time? Did he just call me 'babe'?!"

Nifty would had run over and scolded him for it, but she was still kneeling behind the couch with her broom and dustpan frozen in place as she had been the entire time, accidentally stuck there eavesdropping.

Husk, once he was sure he was out of ear shot, grumbled to himself, "Babe. Babe?! Could I have said anything more lame?" He kicked over a trash bin.

Thanks for reading some HuskerDust. Sorry, it was self-edited / self-betad. If it's bad, you can blame that, or that I'm not used to writing these characters, or that I'm publishing it from my phone, or that the stars weren't aligned or whatever. Thanks for always supporting me and my writing!

". . .The f**k was that?"

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justanotheronehero-blog · 5 months

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Everything I wanted

Pairing: Loki/Fendral

Genre: Romance, hurt/comfort

Word count: 6303

Summary: Today is Volstagg's birthday. A distraction more than welcome for a terribly lonely Loki. But this party will end up revealing way more than Loki ever expected.

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #fanficromance #mcu #marvel #dashingfrost #loki laufeyson #loki #fandral #hurt/comfort #drunk confessions

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adilay-ackatery · 1 month

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Y qué tanto apoyan Donnie y Rapha a Leo y su relación con Karai en mis fanfics? 🤭💜♥️🐢🐍💙

#fanficromance #fanfic writing #tmnt fanfic #leorai #Leorai tmnt #tmnt 2k12 #Rapha tmnt #Donnie tmnt #Leo TMNT

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shortiedeeblr · 1 year

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Chapter Two is out on Wattpad

As everyone awaits the new student from Durmstrang Institute, Ella's curiosity is piqued. The doors swing open, and a tall, very light-skinned figure with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes makes his way down the aisle following Mr. Moon. Who could this new student be?

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feelgoodbridgerton · 8 months

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Chapter 10: Reunion and Revelation

Benedict was a bundle of nerves in his study, clutching the dreadful letter that had shattered his world. His beloved Ingrid Whittington had been snatched by the vile Lord Ashford and run over by a carriage. She was gravely wounded, and he had no idea where she was. He had to find her, before he lost her forever.

He heard a knock on the door, and quickly hid the letter. He opened the door, and saw his three brothers standing there: Anthony, Colin, and Gregory. They looked at him with worry and wonder.

"Brothers, I'm glad you're here. I need your help," Benedict said.

"What's wrong, Ben? You look like you've seen a ghost," Anthony said.

"Is everything okay?" Colin asked.

"Did something happen?" Gregory wondered.

Benedict sighed, and showed them the letter. "Read this," he said.

The three brothers read the letter one by one, their faces turning from shock to rage to disbelief.

"Bloody hell," Anthony swore.

"This is atrocious," Colin spat.

"This is unbelievable," Gregory gasped.

The letter was from an unknown source, who claimed to have seen Ingrid get hit by a carriage and didn't know if she survived.

"Benedict, this is terrible. We have to do something," Anthony said.

"I agree. We have to find Ingrid and rescue her," Colin said.

"But how? We don't know where she is," Gregory said.

"That's why I need your help. We have to find out where she is. We have to search every place, question every person, follow every clue," Benedict said.

"Benedict, are you sure this letter is true? It could be a lie or a trap," Anthony said.

"I'm sure it's true. I love Ingrid, and she loves me. She would never go with Ashford by choice." Benedict said.

"Benedict, we didn't know you were in love with Ingrid. Why didn't you tell us?" Colin asked.

"I wanted to keep our relationship a secret, until we were sure of our feelings. We planned to announce it at Daphne's dinner party . But now, everything has changed. Now, I don't care what anyone thinks or says. I just want Ingrid back." Benedict said.

"Benedict, we understand. We are happy for you and Ingrid. And we are sorry for what happened to her. We will help you find her and bring her back safely," Gregory said.

"Thank you, brothers. You are the best brothers a man could have," Benedict said.

"You're welcome, brother. We are family, and we stick together," Anthony said.

"Well then, let's not waste any more time. Let's go and find Ingrid Whittington," Colin said.

The four brothers hugged each other briefly, then grabbed their coats and hats and headed out of the door. They were determined to find Ingrid Whittington and bring her home.

Benedict gazed at the fireplace, feeling numb and hopeless. He had spent weeks looking for Ingrid, but she and Ashford had vanished without a trace. He had followed every lead, every source, every clue, but they all led to dead ends. He had no clue where she was, or if she was still alive.

He felt a soft touch on his shoulder, and looked up. He saw his mother, Violet Bridgerton, sitting beside him. She gave him a smile that was both sad and tender.

"Hello, my love. How are you holding up today?" she asked.

Benedict sighed, and shook his head. "Not well, Mother. Not well at all," he said.

Violet nodded, and wrapped her arm around him. "I know, my dear. I know. It's been a very difficult time for you. And for all of us," she said.

Benedict rested his head on her shoulder, and felt a tear trickle down his cheek. "I miss her so much, Mother. I love her so much. I don't know how to live without her," he said.

Violet caressed his hair, and kissed his forehead. "I know, my love. I know. She's a wonderful girl. And you're a wonderful boy. You two are meant for each other. And I'm sure you'll find her someday. You can't lose hope," she said.

Benedict sniffed, and wiped his eyes. "But how, Mother? How can I find her? Where can I look? Who can I trust? It seems like everyone is against us," he said.

Violet shook her head, and smiled gently. "Not everyone, my dear. Not everyone. You have your family. You have your brothers. You have your friends. You have me. We're all here for you. We're all on your side. We'll help you in any way we can," she said.

Benedict looked at her with gratitude and affection. "Thank you, Mother. Thank you for being here for me. Thank you for being so kind and supportive," he said.

Violet hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear. "You're welcome, my love. You're welcome. You're my son, and I love you more than anything in the world," she said.

They heard a knock on the door, and turned their heads. They saw Benedict's four sisters standing there: Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, and Hyacinth. They looked at him with concern and sympathy.

"Hello, Ben," Daphne said.

"Can we come in?" Eloise asked.

"We brought you something," Francesca said.

"We want to cheer you up," Hyacinth said.

Benedict smiled weakly, and nodded. "Of course, come in," he said.

The four sisters entered the room, carrying a large basket filled with various items: books, paintings, flowers, chocolates, letters, and more.

"We thought you might like some of these things," Daphne said.

"They're some of your favorites," Eloise said.

"They're also some of Ingrid's favorites," Francesca said.

"We hope they'll remind you of her," Hyacinth said.

Benedict looked at the basket with surprise and delight. He recognized some of the items as gifts that he or Ingrid had given or received from each other.

"Thank you, sisters. Thank you for being so thoughtful and generous," he said.

The four sisters smiled warmly, and hugged him one by one.

"You're welcome, Ben," Daphne said.

"We love you, Ben," Eloise said.

"We miss Ingrid too," Francesca said.

"We'll find her soon," Hyacinth said.

Benedict felt a wave of emotion in his chest. He felt loved and cared for by his family. He felt hopeful and optimistic about finding Ingrid again.

He looked at his mother and sisters with gratitude and admiration.

"Thank you all for being here for me," he said.

They all smiled back at him with affection and encouragement.

"We're always here for you," they said in unison.

Days Later Benedict was sitting in his study, staring at a map of the city. He heard a knock on the door, and looked up. He saw his brother, Anthony, standing there with a serious expression.

"Ben, I need to talk to you," Anthony said.

Benedict frowned, and gestured for him to come in. "What is it, Anthony?" he asked.

Anthony closed the door behind him, and walked over to Benedict's desk. He took a deep breath, and said, "I think I've found Ingrid."

Benedict felt his heart skip a beat. He jumped up from his chair, and grabbed Anthony's arm. "What? Where? How?" he asked.

Anthony looked at him with sympathy and caution. "She's at St. Mary's Hospital. She was admitted there about three weeks ago, under the name of Jane Smith. She was found unconscious on the side of the road, with a broken leg and a head injury. She had no identification on her, and no one claimed her."

Benedict felt a surge of relief and joy. He had found her. She was alive. She was here. He hugged Anthony tightly, and thanked him profusely.

"Thank you, Anthony. Thank you so much. How did you find her? How did you know it was her?" he asked.

Anthony smiled slightly, and said, "I have my sources. And I recognized her from your description.

I came here to tell you this in person."

Benedict looked at him with confusion and curiosity. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Anthony sighed, and said, "Ben, there's something else you need to know. Something that might not be easy to hear."

Benedict felt a pang of fear in his chest. He sensed that something was wrong.

"What is it, Anthony? What's wrong?" he asked.

"Ingrid has amnesia and doesn't remember anything or anyone, including you."

Violet Bridgerton came to Whittington House with a letter from her son Benedict in her hand. She was met by Lord and Lady Whittington and their three daughters: Clara, Esme, and Adelaide. They welcomed her with curiosity and worry.

"Good afternoon, Lady Bridgerton. What a pleasure to see you. Please, come in," Lord Whittington said.

"Thank you, Lord Whittington. I have some urgent news to share with you," Violet said.

"Is everything all right?" Lady Whittington asked.

"Is it about Ingrid?" Clara asked.

"Where is she?" Esme asked.

"Is she coming back?" Adelaide asked.

Violet sighed, and nodded.

"Yes, it is about Ingrid. And no, she is not coming back. Not yet, at least. Please, let me explain," she said.

She took them to the drawing room, where they sat down on the sofa. She gave them the letter from Benedict, and saw their expressions change from confusion to horror to disbelief. The letter was from an unknown source, who claimed to have seen the kidnapping of Ingrid Whittington by Lord Ashford. The letter told how Lord Ashford had hired some ruffians to snatch Ingrid from a park, where she had been with Benedict. The letter also said that Lord Ashford had taken Ingrid to a hidden place, where he planned to force her to marry him or elope with him.

"Oh, my God," Lord Whittington exclaimed.

"This is awful," Lady Whittington cried.

"This is impossible," Esme said.

"This is outrageous," Clara said.

Violet shook her head, and tried to comfort them. "No, no, no. This is not anyone's fault but Lord Ashford's. He is the one who did this. He is the one who should be blamed and punished," she said.

"But why? Why would he do this?" Lord Whittington asked.

"I don't know, Lord Whittington. I don't know what goes on in his mind. But I do know that he is a cruel and selfish man, who cares nothing for Ingrid or anyone else but himself," Violet said.

"What are we going to do? How are we going to find her? How are we going to save her?" Lady Whittington asked.

"That's why I'm here, Lady Whittington. To tell you that Benedict has been looking for her for weeks, with the help of his brothers and his friends. He has not given up hope of finding her and bringing her back safely," Violet said.

"Benedict? Benedict Bridgerton? Why would he look for her? What does he have to do with this?" Clara asked.

Violet smiled sadly, and looked at them with sincerity and honesty. "Because he loves her, Clara. Because he loves her more than anything in the world. And because she loves him too," she said.

The Whittington's looked at her with surprise and curiosity. "What do you mean? How do you know?" Lord Whittington asked.

"Because Benedict my son told me so, Lord Whittington. Because he told me everything. They have been been together since after the ball, they wanted to keep their relationship a secret, until they were ready to announce it which they were going to at the dinner party. But now, everything has changed. Now, he doesn't care what anyone thinks or says. He just wants Ingrid back in his arms," Violet said.

The Whittington's looked at each other with mixed emotions: shock, disbelief, confusion, anger, sadness, but also relief, joy, hope, and happiness.

"Is this true? Is this really true?" Lady Whittington asked.

"Yes, Lady Whittington. It is true. It is the most true thing I have ever known," Violet said.

She reached out her hand, and held theirs tightly. "Please, believe me. Please, trust me. Please, help me. Help me help them find each other again," she said.

The Whittington's nodded slowly, and squeezed her hand back. "Of course, Lady Bridgerton. Of course we will help you," Lord Whittington said. "We believe you. We trust you. We We thank you," Lady Whittington said.

"We love Ingrid. We want her to be happy," Clara said.

"We love Benedict. We want him to be happy too," Adelaide said.

"We love them both. We want them to be together," Esme said.

Violet smiled warmly, and hugged them all.

"Thank you, Whittington's. Thank you for being so kind and supportive. Thank you for being my friends," she said.

They all smiled back at her with affection and gratitude.

"Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. Thank you for being our friend too," Mrs. Whittington said.

Ingrid blinked her eyes open, feeling a dull ache in her head and leg. She saw a woman in a white uniform leaning over her, smiling with relief.

"Oh, thank goodness! You're finally awake! How are you feeling?" the woman asked, sounding like a nurse.

Ingrid tried to move, but winced as pain shot through her body. "Ow! What happened to me?" she croaked.

The nurse's smile faded, and she looked at Ingrid with pity. "You've been in a terrible accident, my dear. A very terrible accident."

"Accident? What accident?" Ingrid asked, feeling confused.

The nurse sighed and took Ingrid's hand. "You were abducted by a rogue who pretended to be your lover."

"Abducted? By my lover?" Ingrid repeated, feeling more confused.

"Yes, my dear. He whisked you away in a carriage and planned to elope with you."

"Elope with me? To where?" Ingrid asked, feeling curious.

"We don't know, my dear." the nurse said. "You were found on the side of the road and brought in by a stranger who saw you jump out of one carriage and get hit by another."

"Hit by another carriage?" Ingrid gasped.

"Yes, my dear. And then, you were stomped by the horses."

"Stomped by the horses?" Ingrid echoed, feeling stunned.

"Yes, my dear. And then, you were brought here."

"Brought here? To this hospital?"

"Yes, my dear. To this hospital. St. Mary's Hospital."

"And then?" Ingrid asked.

"And then, you slipped into a coma, my dear. A very deep coma."

"A coma? For how long?"

"For several weeks, my dear. Several long weeks."

"Weeks? I've been here for weeks?"

"Yes, my dear. You've been here for weeks."

"But... I don't remember anything. I don't remember who I am. I don't remember where I came from. I don't remember why I was abducted. I don't remember who wanted to save me."

"That's normal, my dear. You have amnesia, my dear. A very severe amnesia."

"Amnesia? What's that?"

"It's a loss of memory, my dear. A very tragic loss of memory."

"Oh..." Ingrid said, feeling sorrowful.

"Don't worry, my dear. It's not permanent. You'll recover your memory soon."

"I will?"

"Yes, my dear. You will."

"How do you know?"

The nurse smiled and squeezed Ingrid's hand. "I know because I've seen many cases like yours, my dear. And because you have a loving family who has been praying for you every day."

"Family?" Ingrid asked, feeling hopeful.

"Yes, my dear. Your family. Your parents and your three younger sisters. They're here to see you."

"They are?" Ingrid asked, feeling excited.

"Yes, my dear. They are. They've been waiting for this moment for so long. They're outside the door right now. Do you want to see them?"

"Yes, yes, I do!" Ingrid said, feeling eager.

The nurse nodded and got up from her seat. She walked to the door and opened it slightly. She peeked outside and said, "You can come in now."

The door opened wider, and five figures enter the room. Ingrid saw a man and a woman who looked like older versions of herself, and three girls who looked like younger versions of herself.

They rushed to Ingrid's bedside, tears in their eyes. They hugged her and kissed her and called her by name.

"Ingrid! Ingrid! Our darling Ingrid!"

"Mom? Dad? Is that you?" Ingrid asked, feeling overwhelmed.

"Yes, my dear. It's us. It's Mom and Dad." the Mrs. Whittington said, stroking Ingrid's hair.

"We're so happy to see you, sweetheart." Mr. Whittington said, holding Ingrid's hand.

"And we're your sisters, Ingrid." the girls say, smiling at Ingrid.

"Sisters? I have sisters?" Ingrid asked, feeling amazed.

"Yes, my dear. You have sisters. Three of them. This is Clara, this is Esme, and this is Adelaide." her mother said, pointing at each girl.

"Hello, Ingrid. We're so glad you're okay." Clara said

"We've missed you so much, Ingrid." Esme said

"We love you very much, Ingrid." Adelaide said

Ingrid looked at them all with wonder and gratitude. She felt a warm sensation in her chest, a feeling she couldn't quite name.

"Thank you for coming to see me." she said softly.

"Of course we came to see you, my dear." her mother said. "You're my daughter. You're their sister. You're our family."

Ingrid smiled and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She didn't remember them, but she felt a connection to them. She felt like she belonged with them.

"Benedict is waiting for you." Your father says.

Ingrid frowned and shook her head. "Benedict? Who's Benedict?" she asked.

Her sisters gasped and exchanged shocked looks. They couldn't believe that Ingrid had forgotten about Benedict, the most handsome and charming man in town.

"Only your one true love." Adelaide said dreamily.

"Yes, your one true love." Clara gushed. "The man who's been looking everywhere for you since the accident."

Ingrid felt a pang of curiosity. She wanted to know more about this mysterious man who had captured her heart.

"What does he look like?" she asked.

"He has dark brown hair and blue eyes." Adelaide said. "He's tall and muscular, with a handsome face and a dazzling smile."

"He's a true gentleman." Clara said. "He's kind and generous, smart and witty, brave and loyal."

"He's madly in love with you." Esme said. "And you're madly in love with him."

Ingrid felt a flutter of excitement. She wanted to meet this wonderful man who had made her feel so happy.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"He's outside the door right now." Esme said. "He came as soon as he heard that you woke up."

"Do you want to see him?" Adelaide asked.

Ingrid nodded eagerly. She wanted to see him. She wanted to remember him.

The nurse smiled and got up from her seat. She walked to the door and opened it slightly. She peeked outside and said, "You can come in now."

Benedict felt his heart race as he entered the room. He saw Ingrid, lying on a bed, bandaged and bruised. He felt a surge of relief and joy, mixed with fear and worry. He rushed to her side, and gently called her name.

"Ingrid, Ingrid, it's me, Benedict. I'm here to take you home," he said.

He reached for her hand, but she pulled it away. She looked at him with confusion and fear. She didn't recognize him at all.

"Who are you?" she asked.

Benedict felt his heart sink. He couldn't believe that Ingrid had forgotten him and their love. He wondered if she would ever remember him again.

"Ingrid, don't be afraid. It's me, Benedict Bridgerton. We're in love, remember?" he said.

He showed her his drawings of her and poems about her.

"Please, Ingrid, please remember me." he begged.

Ingrid shook her head, and tears filled her eyes. She didn't remember anything. She didn't know who he was, or who she was. She had lost her memory in the accident.

"I don't know you. I don't know anything." she said.

Benedict felt his heart break. He couldn't give up on her, not after everything they had been through. He decided to stay with her, and try to jog her memory. He told her stories about their past, showed her pictures of their families and friends, and read her favorite books. He hoped that something would spark a recognition in her eyes, a smile on her lips, a warmth in her heart.

But nothing worked. Ingrid remained distant. She felt alone and lost in a world she didn't understand.

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nicolessa-b · 2 years

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American Horror Love Story (on Wattpad)

✎ This is how the relationship between Evan and Taissa begins again years after the last chat, in person as through a screen. We will retrace together a story (completely invented, but with strategic real events here and there) that sees the real faces of the royal couple in the golden years of the American Horror Story show as protagonists. A journey that from the distant 2011 will lead us to the present day through complex toxic relationships, work problems, selfish choices, sharp violent episodes and uncomfortable truths.

Enjoy and happy AHS season!

________

This story starts from the end. That's how it always worked between us; expecting a logical thread to follow, or an optimal timing, has never been our forte. This never-ending sequel that continues to disappoint audiences began two minutes ago, at the exact moment I decided to hit send on my damn cell phone when I should have just turned off the TV and went to bed.

“I just watched Dahmer. He's a fucking nightmare made work of art. I couldn't expect anything else from Ryan. And from you. Good job.”

A compliment. It’s just a compliment that I would have paid to anyone among my colleagues. A compliment that doesn’t need any answer to be more or less truthful, I tell myself. But it’s also a compliment that I hope will be read, although there is no obligation, even more so with our precedents. I wonder if it was right, necessary, appreciated, written in the right way, read in the right tone even. But the truth is, I can't be as responsible for his actions as mine. I've been through it before, and yet I still can't say I've learned shit about anything. Because the theory is never the practice. (...)

“Thanks, Tai.” “Even though it's 5 am and I find myself slightly worried about you.” “Set, plane or insomnia?”

“Divorce.”

#ahscast #ahsfanfic #americanhorrorstory #evan #evanpeters #fanficromance #fanfiction #farmiga #kylespencer #peters #taissa #taissafarmiga #tatelangdon #violetharmon #zoebenson #books #wattpad #amwriting

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james-saint-simon · 2 years

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Railway to Nowhere - Well-Dressed Woman Jumps onto a Moving Train (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1254676944-railway-to-nowhere-well-dressed-woman-jumps-onto-a?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=JamesStSimon&wp_originator=AHINHPnCQL%2Fzy27w72Pojwx%2Bsmiz%2BZcHIn1tptUv1kQY97YfwxCM73VP%2Fg3H07hbIABtmCGsqkNp9nSutlxnIYkQnEbbsRAd0pc%2Fb654962ZxGJgM3dpCbzBwkeLf66o A well-dressed young woman desperate to get on the next train to nowhere, a 10-year-old girl looking out for herself, a kind old man who could make it anywhere, a charming young man with more secrets than the pope. These are a few of the runaways you'll meet on the Railway to Nowhere. Everyone is running from something but they don't always know where they are going.

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okayohay · 11 months

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I have updated TOLBINY(Van McCann) and Closer (Sam Fender) today and I hope you all enjoy the updates.

Full disclosure, this chapter of TOLBINY was really hard to write and although I love how it turned out, forcing myself to watch the final bow and the wave of the very last show I’m referencing and writing the end of the band, really messed with me more than I wanted it to. And it’s fiction for crying out loud! Blahhhh

Playlist update for TOLBINY

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - “Break Your Heart” - The Gaslight Anthem

CHAPTER THIRTY - “Once Upon a Poolside” - The National

The next chapter of TOLBINY comes with a heavy trigger warning and is also a flashback. Cheers and mad love to all of you for the support.

#van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #fan fiction #catb #johnny bond #benji blakeway #bob hall #sam fender #fan fic stuff #fan fic writing #fan fic problems #fan fic update

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naked-potatoes · 2 years

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the worst dn fanfic i have ever created

https://www.wattpad.com/story/305353918-nocturne-l-x-light

I yell out and tumble to the floor, twisting over the chain and muddling myself in both it and the sheets around me. I land on my back with a thud and my hands fly up over my face protectively, bracing for the inevitable fall of L's sleeping body as I drag him down with me. He crashes on top and gives a strangled yelp, arms flailing in the mess of bedsheets.

"Light! Alright, I'm up!"

I get a face full of hair and splutter, my hands reaching up to clear my vision. I shove his head up away from me and he grabs my shoulders to steady himself, but the cord wrapped around me pulls taut so we can't move any further apart. Something new flashes through my mind: watching the way my hand is pushing at his forehead, exposing his neck, his hands gripping my shoulders. Legs intertwined on the floor, his body heavy and hot against mine. It's messy and weird and intimate. It's like . . .

What the hell am I thinking? Why did I think about that?

My heart hammers in my chest as I stare wide-eyed at his cute, bemused expression. He wrinkles his nose, eyes squinched up as he adjusts to the brightness. I feel my face reddening and blurt out, "Sorry."

"You nearly dislocated my shoulder," he mutters, scowling. "If you kill me now, it will only confirm to everyone that you are in fact Kira, you know. Even — no, especially — if it looks like an accident."

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mysticaldivine-whimsical · 2 years

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❣The Essence of Romance-Arshi ❣ - ~ Gaiety ~ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1026315907-%E2%9D%A3the-essence-of-romance-arshi-%E2%9D%A3-%7E-gaiety-%7E?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=MysticaldivineFaiqa&wp_originator=sUPG536d3H6HqTizDNnVRfgm3PSdUyf9cnWb%2B5SvDn5DhUAQ9UH69XWxsf3ZGQc1fsj%2FK1MVhC3HNY%2BnZmD%2BoPeJ99QfSEyCIOW4gCAWhSJ6sgInt9EZCXAkZFknEwmF Some characters, people, moments, leave a lifetime effect on our hearts and minds. Sometimes we just don't appreciate those moments, people who really leave a legacy for us until they leave us or until we lose them. Then, we live with emptiness... Outer beauty doesn't matter; it's the inner one that counts. It's better to tell someone how much you love them now rather than to not tell them and lose them without telling them. Arnav and Khushi and their story are just like that. They didn't agree on much. In fact, they didn't agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other. The essence of romance started in a single moment when they met the very first time... ~Love&Destiny followed them until they became one~ This Book will be an ensemble of those lovely moments...One-shot/ one moment of the craziness

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viktheviking1 · 6 months

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FizzxBlitzø

Warning, implied sexual content

Stumbling out of the bar came Blitz and Fizz had their arms around each other together as they made their way over to Blitz’s van, tipsy and trying to steady themselves.

“And then I said, ‘What family?’”Blitz said and they both cry-laughed together.

“You absolute little sh*t.” Fizz laughed, “And you said you weren’t a comedian anymore.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a special brand of humor I suppose. Only us circus f**kers really get it.”

“Buckzo would be so ashamed.” Fizz snorted.

Blitz guffawed, “Good!”

Fizz caught his breath and turned to Blitz, "You know, I haven't had such a good time since Ozzie took me to a rock concert with 8 dozen cans of silly string." He wiped a happy tear from his eye, "We should do this again sometime."

Blitz couldn't believe what he was hearing. Only one thing could make this better. He looked around and saw the street was entirely devoid of people.

Too drunk to think clearly, he smirked and pinned Fizz against the side of the van, "Ya know, the night doesn't have to end here. I could take you back to my place, or we could go to yours? I wouldn't mind some quality time with you and the Misses."

Fizzarolli felt a tail curl around his inner thigh, "I- uh- . . ."

"Come on, Fizzy~" Blitz cooed in his ear, "Show me some of what you've learned in the lust ring."

Fizz swallowed and tried not to shudder as he felt Blitz's tongue on his neck, "I'm not sure if-"

Blitz slid his tongue across Fizzarolli's sharp teeth. He felt Fizz melt in his hands and he loosened his grip on the jester's wrists. Fizz's metal arms wrapped around Blitz, pulling him in. Blitz let his hands wander; one found its way to Fizzy's lower back while the other held his chin. He pulled back a little, and looked into Fizzy's eyes. They both stared deeply into each other, intoxicated by the nostalgic scent of an old friend, and the taste of old feelings on their tongues.

"I've missed you so much." Blitz finally let himself say.

"Yeah," Fizz interlocked his mechanical fingers with Blitz's and smiled, "Me too."

Fizz leaned in and kissed him again. Back still against the van, He wrapped his legs around Blitz, bringing him closer, and felt something there. He pulled away again, smirking, "Oh~ Hey there big mannn -ngh!"

As he spoke, Blitz pressed his hips harder against him, "Heh. Right back atcha."

They fell back into a kiss and Fizz undid the tangle of his legs to stand up on his own again and before Blitz knew it, he was the one against the van. Fizz pressed his body against Blitz, feeling the tension of his abs, the heaviness of his breathing, the heat of his skin. He bit into his lip just enough to draw blood, and Blitz drank it in like it was cheap whiskey. Oh, f**k yes. Fizz let his tail slithered up Blitz's shirt and soon one was in his pants.

He then broke the seal of their lips and began nibbling on his neck, a small part of his brain thinking about how they would need to go somewhere more private and soon. Blitz caught his breath as he held him close, clutching onto Fizzy's shirt. His other hand wandered up to Fizzy's horns.

A hot, burning pain filled his mind; a scorching memory, the smell of burning flesh. Blitz pushed Fizz as hard as he could off of him.

Fizzarolli stumbled backward, barely catching himself, "Wha-? What? Why- oh. Oh. Oh, f**k!" He grabbed his horns, flattening the jester hat, where they ended.

They both stared at each other, stunned and unsure what to do.

"I, um- I'm sorry, let's-" Blitz stepped forward and began reaching for Fizz's face again.

"I need to go." Fizzarolli turned and began walking towards his limo, a couple cars down.

Blitz followed, "Wait, no! Fizzy!"

"Don't call me that!" Fizz wrapped his arms around himself as he walked.

"Hey! Lover tits! Date time's over. Take me home." Fizz shouted at the two hellhounds who just so happened to be making out against the side of the limo. The one against the limo growled, while the other giggled.

"I'm sorry, Fizz. Let me make it up to you." Blitz grabbed his hand, and tugged it towards him, but instead of bringing fizz closer, the metal arm extended.

Fizz watched the surprise on Blitz's face, and gave a big sigh, "There are reasons why I was hesitant to start; reasons why we could never work, Blitz. Why can't you be satisfied with what we have now? What we finally have back after all those years?!"

"Because I love you, Fizz!" Blitz was crying; he couldn't lose him again, "I've always loved you."

"No, Blitz you don't. You don't even know me." Fizz contracted his hand back and looked at it sadly, "You love the me from before. You love the life we had before."

Fizz gestured to himself, "I have accepted what's happened to me. I have made a life for myself-"

"So have I!" Blitz stepped closer.

"No, all you have created is a nice little distraction for yourself." Fizz jabbed a prosthetic finger at him, "Just something to take your mind off the pain; to stop the never ending spiral. But I've gotten out of it. I've found someone who accepts me for who and what I am. All the parts of me that are and aren't there, and I've accepted reality head on. I am better because of the pin I've gone through, and I've healed all the parts of me that needed healing."

Blitz watched as one of the Hellhounds opened the door of the limo for Fizz, "That's why we won't work. That's why none of your relationships ever work. Not with me, not with Verosika, and definitely not with the Prince. Because you are still broken; stuck in the past. You might be more broken than I ever was."

Blitz could only stare, hurt and confused.

Fizz got into the limo, "Take me to Ozzie."

Blitz watched the limo pull out of the parking lot, and drive away. He stood alone on the street, crying silently.

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justanotheronehero-blog · 5 months

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I Care

Pairing: Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word count: 3627

Summary: Clark looks after a wounded Bruce after a battle. The night ends up reaveling some secrets.

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #dc comics #batman #superman #fluff #fanficromance #clark kent #bruce wayne #superbat

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shortiedeeblr · 1 year

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Chapter 7 is out on Wattpad

A mysterious new transfer student from Durmstrang Institute, Hunter Woods, who enters Hogwarts in his 6th year. With his piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair, Hunter captures the attention of everyone in the Great Hall, including Ella Jones, but Sebastian Sallow senses something is off.

As Ella and Sebastian's feelings towards each other grow, Hunter's true intentions begin to unfold, and it becomes clear that he is not just any ordinary transfer student. Will Ella and Sebastian be able to uncover the truth before it's too late?

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feelgoodbridgerton · 9 months

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Chapter 1: A Return to Society

Ingrid took a deep breath as she stepped out of the carriage and onto the cobblestone street. She could feel the eyes of the ton upon her, watching her every move, whispering behind their fans and gloves. She straightened her spine and lifted her chin, determined not to show any sign of weakness or fear.

Her sisters Clara, Esme, and Adelaide followed her lead, stepping out of the carriage with grace and poise. They were all dressed in their finest gowns, their hair styled in elegant updos, their faces painted with just a touch of rouge and powder. They looked like the perfect picture of high society debutantes, ready to take on the world.

But Ingrid knew that appearances could be deceiving. She knew that beneath their smiles and laughter, her sisters were just as nervous and anxious as she was. They were all aware of the scandal that had rocked their family, of the shame and humiliation that they had endured. They were all trying to put on a brave face and pretend that everything was fine.

Ingrid linked arms with her sisters and walked towards the entrance of the ballroom. She could hear the music and chatter from inside, could smell the perfume and candle wax. She took another deep breath and pushed open the doors.

The ballroom was crowded with people, all dressed in their finest attire, all dancing and laughing and flirting. Ingrid scanned the room, looking for familiar faces, for friends or foes. She saw a few people she knew, but most of them looked away or pretended not to see her.

She felt a pang of hurt and anger, but quickly pushed it aside. She was not here to seek approval or validation from these people. She was here to show them that she was not defeated, that she was not broken. She was here to reclaim her place in society, to prove that she was still worthy of respect and admiration.

She led her sisters to a table near the edge of the dance floor and sat down. She smoothed out her skirts and adjusted her gloves, trying to appear calm and composed. She looked around the room again, taking in the sights and sounds.

She saw a group of young men standing near the refreshment table, laughing and joking with each other. She recognized a few of them from her previous seasons in London. She wondered if any of them would approach her, if any of them would ask her to dance.

She saw a group of older ladies sitting near the fireplace, fanning themselves and gossiping with each other. She recognized some of them as well, knew that they were probably talking about her behind their fans. She wondered what they were saying, if they were pitying her or condemning her.

She saw a couple dancing in the middle of the floor, lost in their own world. They looked so happy and carefree, so in love. She felt a twinge of envy and sadness, remembering what she had lost.

She shook her head and forced herself to focus on the present. This was not the time for regrets or what-ifs. This was the time for action and determination.

She turned to her sisters and smiled at them. “Are you ready for this?” she asked.

They nodded and smiled back at her. “We’re ready,” they said in unison.

Ingrid took another deep breath and stood up from her seat. She held out her hand to Clara, who took it gratefully. Together, they walked onto the dance floor.

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shalynnkay · 2 years

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CHAPTER 1

Two days earlier...

Bunta reread the email he received from you and smirked.

'So she's coming back, huh?' he thought to himself. 'It's about time. Takumi'll be happy and he might just learn a thing or two from her.'

"Speaking of which," he said out loud, he walked over to the counter where he kept extra keys to the 86 and his Imp and found the Nissan keys.

"Takumi" Bunta called out from the bottom of the stairs. 'Time make things more interesting,' he smirked to himself.

"Yeah dad?" Takumi came down, yawning, rubbing the sleep from his eyes after having come back only a few hours ago from his early morning deliveries and practicing the new techniques he'd been working on with Ryosuke.

"Your cousin is coming back from her studies in England. Her car is in the storage unit two doors down. Masashi is away on vacation. How about you ask Project D if they'd mind tuning up her car?"

Takumi stepped back, completely thrown off.

"Y/N is coming back? When? Is she staying with us? Her car's been here this whole time and you never told me?"

Takumi shot out the questions like his exhaust shot out engine build up with a bang.

Bunta smirked and lit a cigarette. "Just shut up and go get her car. Let me know what Project D says."

"We don't have the money to pay Ryosuke for Matsumoto or Tomiguchi's time!"

"Trust me, they won't charge you," Bunta took a long drag of his cigarette and smirked at his son's confusion.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Takumi felt like pulling out his hair. His dad always seemed to have some sort of scheme up his sleeve and seemed to know exactly what would happen.

"Will you just go."

"Fine. I expect to get more info when I get back." Takumi went to the front shop and pulled on his shoes.

"Yeah yeah. Don't forget these." Bunta handed Takumi the keys.

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"Holy shit..." Takumi looked at the beauty before him. Sleek low profile, sensual auto body lines and a dark red paint.

Shaking himself out of his admiration of you car, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed Ryosuke's cell phone number.

"Hello?" Ryosuke's smooth low voice sounded on the other end.

"Ryosuke? It's Takumi,"

"Oh hey Takumi. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I wanted to know if I could borrow Matsuki or Tomiguchi for a day. My cousin is coming back from her studies abroad and her car needs a tune up and my dad's mechanic is out of town." Rubbing the back of his neck nervously Takumi continued.

"I wouldn't ask this unless I absolutely had to. Plus my dad asked. If he asked it's because he trusts Matsuki and Tomiguchi. He doesn't trust very many mechanics."

"Breathe Takumi. It's ok," Ryosuke chuckled at the young man's nervousness. "I have to admit, you peaked my interest." Ryosuke leaned back in his chair, eyeing the course simulation for their next battle.

He knew Takumi's father was a legend in Gunma and probably had something up his sleeve.

"Tell me Takumi, what kind of car is it."

Takumi walked around the back of the car and squatted, to get a better look at the back end in the poor lighting.

"It's a GTR and has Z-Tune on the back of it."

Ryosuke's eyes widened in shock. 'Could it be?' he thought to himself.

"That's a rare car." He typed GTR R34 Z-Tune on his desktop to bring up all the files he kept in his laptop on that model.

"What color?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Humor me Takumi."

"It's dark red." Takumi heard Ryosuke gasped on the other line. "What was that? What do you know about this car?"

"Bring it over in an hour. Both Matsuki and Tomiguchi are working at Project D's garage. See you soon."

Ryosuke hung up and looked at the picture of the GTR from a few years ago.

'Looks like this summer is going to be very interesting' he smirked and dialed Tomiguchi's phone.

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"Ryosuke? Is everything alright with the FC's modifications?"

"Everything's fine Tomiguchi. I going to need you and Matsuki here in an hour. Takumi's coming over with what I suspect is the car belonging to Gunma's Fireball."

He heard the shocked gasp on the other end.

"Are you serious? How did he get a hold of that car? I thought the driver left Gunma? It hasn't been seen in years!"

"It appears our young Fujiwara maybe related to the driver, which doesn't surprise me considering the legend his father is."

"True." He could hear Tomiguchi walking around the shop opening drawers and heard what he could only imagine we're tools being loaded into one of the Project D vans.

"I can't wait to see the car up close. Last time I saw it race, it was like a piece of art."

"Me too. Tell Matsuki to pack the OBD II sensor. If we are to tune it up, I'd like it to be like new and I want to know all the ins and outs of that engine." Ryosuke made a note to clear his schedule for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

"And we never know. Maybe that will spur the driver to come over to thank us. I'm curious as to who the driver is "

"Me too." Tomiguchi trailed off. "I'll see you soon. I'm going to pack up some extra tools and parts and go pick up Matsuki."

"Alright. See you soon."

Ryosuke hung up and smiled.

"This is going to be interesting."

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Takumi looked the phone just after Ryosuke hung up.

"What the hell..."

"And?" Takumi jumped and yelled at his dad's question.

"Holy shit! Dad! Don't do that!" Takumi looked at his dad who was casually leaning against the garage door.

"Relax kid." Bunta smirked at Takumi's frustrated expression.

"And?" He asked again.

"Ryosuke said to bring it over in an hour." Takumi unlocked the driver door, and sat in, forgetting how short you were compared to him and winced when his knees hit the front console.

"Good. I'm going out for drinks with Yuichi tonight. I'll see you for the early morning deliveries,"

"Yeah yeah." Takumi turned the key in ignition and was surprised when it started right away.

"Don't look so surprised kid. I started it and let it run for a bit at least once a week."

"I'm off." Takumi put the GTR in first gear and slowly rolled out of the garage.

'Get ready to find out who your cousin really is. Your world is going to open up a bit more after today.'

Bunta closed the garage door and strolled back to his tofu shop, hands in his pocket, already looking forward to picking up his niece in two days.

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Matsuki looked at his wrist watch while sitting on the back bumper of the Project D van.

"When did Fujiwara say he'd be here?"

"Patience Matsuki. He'll be here any minute." Ryosuke's ears perked up at the sound of an engine he hadn't heard in years.

"Here he comes."

Keisuke walked out from the garage and at the sight of the car before him, dropped his water bottle on the ground.

"Holy shit! Is that what I think it is?"

Keisuke starred in shock at the blood red GTR pulling in front of them.

"I think so."

#initiald #ryosuke takahashi #reader insert #swearing warning #takumifujiwara #keisuke takahashi #romance #fanficromance

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