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Accidentally In Love | sinner!Adam x fem!sinner!Reader

PART 1 | PART 2

plot. You and Adam became friends with benefits. The lines of your situationship are blurred. Even more so when you and the First Man get closer and closer. What will it take you to understand that you and Adam are falling in love?

word count. 3.8k

tags. enemies to lovers, sinner!Adam, friends with benefits, sexual content, p in v sex, Adam Has a Heart, falling in love, Reader has wings, Reader is Lucifer's Royal Guard.

TW! this chapter contains an explicit sexual scene, MINORS DNI

taglist. @kaces-mind @call-me-nyxx @serendipitous-fernweh @plutodestr0yedme @luvvnightingalee

a/n. here it is, final chapter! Thank you for reading this silly little fic, I'll for sure write more about Adam soon! Hope you enjoyed it <3

"and now I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like I love you"

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It’s karaoke night for you and Adam. Yeah, karaoke night. At first it started off as a joke. One time, after an usual afternoon of strenuous intercourse, you and Adam found yourselves singing “Out on the Tiles” by Led Zeppelin. You had decided to put on some music in shuffle to try to muffle up your obscene sounds that both of you understood you couldn’t contain. Next thing you knew you and Adam were performing an improvised gig on the already ruined bed of your room.

“I’m so glad I’m living and gonna tell the world I am” you sang out of your lungs, holding an imaginary mic.

You pointed towards Adam, prompting him to finish the lyrics. Smiling, Adam clenched his hand in a fist to pretend to be on the mic too. He leaned backwards, throwing his head back.

“I got me a fine woman and she says that I’m her man” he sang back, enthusiastically.

This singing shenanigans would happen so often that you decided to set your own karaoke night on Fridays. You and Adam stole a karaoke machine from a bar and installed it in his room. And now he’s holding you by the shoulders, vigorously shaking you in a playful manner as you can’t stop laughing.

“Feels like you’re dying, you’re dying” he sings with all the air he could gather.

You bend in half, this time a real mic in your hand “Youuuuuuu, your sex is on fire”.

Adam mimics a guitar riff with an high pitched voice as you sing along to Kings of Leon.

“Consuuuuuumed, with what’s to transpire!” Adam goes, crouching onwards himself.

Something definitely changed between you and Adam. You still don’t know what it is but it’s pacifying you.

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The other patrons at the Hotel noticed, even though a bit later. Your relationship was so obviously sexual that none of them really stopped to think if there was more. Until signs started to show.

One time, all of you were watching a movie downstairs. You had forced Adam to participate even if he didn’t want to and was suggesting to have another karaoke night instead. But in the end, you both plopped down on the couch next to each other with everyone and got comfortable in front of a romantic comedy Charlie put on. At first, you and Adam tried to keep your facade of annoyance. You and him were so dense, you didn’t think the others knew that you two were fucking, so you had to pretend to still hate each other. But, as the movie progressed, you and Adam lost your purpose of showing a fake resentment. You glanced down and noticed the tip of your fingers resting really close to Adam’s. His fingers, weirdly enough, were moving in a jerking motion, stroking the fabric of the couch back and forth, as if he was nervous. You moved your fingers closer. With unusual uncertainty from his part, Adam slid his fingers even closer to yours, making them touch. And you and Adam held hands. You decided not to mention it, staring at the TV with your face on fire and his cheeks colored in a red hue. Your hands stayed intertwined the whole movie, and when it ended you separated quickly, again naively thinking that nobody noticed. But, during the movie, Angel had definitely noticed. The spider demon let out one of the loudest gasps in his life as he covered his mouth with four hands. When you and Adam went upstairs later, everyone was still hanging out in the common room. And Angel raised his shoulders and arms.

“Are y’all blind or did you see what I saw?” he asked, almost irritated.

“What?” Cherri asked while mindlessly scrolling on her phone.

“Like, (Y/N) and Adam holding hands?!” he exclaimed, his arms dramatically falling flat on his sides.

“They’ve been fucking like two horny rabbits for months and this is where you draw the line?” Husk questions, raising a red eyebrow.

“Fucking is one thing, holding hands while watching a romantic movie is another!” Angel protest.

Cherri chuckles “It’s obvious by the amount of sex they have that there’s more”.

“Obvious?” Angel questions “Uhhh, hello?? Hate sex is a thing!”.

And that wasn’t the one and only time. Seems so obvious to everyone now, except to you two. It’s in the way you and Adam snuggle during movies, or when you’re cooking and he hugs you from behind, resting his chin in the space between your horns. It’s in the fact that you don’t call each other names anymore unless you’re having sex. Or when you fly around the city together pulling pranks on people, and sing your hearts out during karaoke. Now it’s not only in the way you two wildly wrestle under the sheets. It’s in the goofy way you try to sweep it under the carpet.

“Uh, we’re going upstairs uh to…FIGHT! Definitely not to have sex! Because we hate SEX!” Adam stopped “No wait, I love sex, I mean-“

“We’d HATE to have sex with each other!” you say, trying to back him up.

“Exactly, not with such a stupid cunt!”

“Hey, too much” you whisper, elbowing his side.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry babe”

And everybody looked at you the most unconvinced, inexpressive poker face. But Charlie, underneath, felt that it was heartwarming. Even if Adam whispered in your ear a “can’t wait to fuck your brains out” when displaying apparent affection, she knew that something was going on and it was nothing but beautiful. This is the purpose of the Hazbin Hotel, after all.

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Honestly you have no idea what you and Adam are right now. First, you were just a Royal Guard who had to surveil the First Man on Earth, the Exterminator. Then you became his friend with benefits. Now sex is still here, but maybe you’re more friends than anything? Or more. Nothing was defined. You never set boundaries. You had your fair chances of getting intimate with other people, but it felt so wrong so you never went for sex. Adam felt the same. When Cherri brought everyone to the club to have a night out, he had his opportunities to have sex with other girls. But he just didn’t feel like it was right. Especially not if you were in the club with him.

“You can do what you like, you know?” you suggested him in his ear one of those times, in a space between the bar counter and the dance floor. But Adam just shook his head.

“Nah, don’t really feel like it. I mean, yeah that bitch with the black top was all over me but she’s not my type”

He tried to play it cool, not looking at you in the eyes. But in reality, Adam was just checking around to see if your friends were looking. And when he made sure that they were out of sight, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. It was unexpected coming from him, sure, but you let yourself melt in his kisses as music bumped in your ears. Something was happening.

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“Here you are” you say.

Your hair is flowing, moved by the slow but firm flapping of your wings. You’re suspended meters and meters high, just in front of the Hazbin Hotel sign. Adam is sitting on the “Z”, holding his golden guitar in his hands. He looks kinda annoyed.

“I was just practicing guitar” he says.

“And I’m still a Royal Guard on duty”

“If your duty is going at it with the one guy you were supposed to surveil, then you’re already doing a great job”

You roll your eyes and scoff “Funny, very funny Adam”.

“Alright, you can hear me play something” he gives in.

“As long as it’s not Wonderwall”

“The fuck no, I fuckin’ hate the Oasis!”

So, with another flap of your wings, you gracefully land next to him. You expect Adam to go wild with one of his exaggerated, over-the-top and ego-boosting guitar solos. But instead, Adam quietly starts a finger picking, quite tune. It’s not a specific rock song, just a chill, peaceful chord progression. Adam starts humming a tune, eyes closed. You press your elbows against your knees and rest your cheek in the open palm of your hand, looking at the view. Pentagram City is a mess, for sure. But with Adam’s unusually calm vocalizing, and his presence, it feels like home. You peek a look at Adam. He’s still keeping his eyes closed, it’s the first time you see him so calm, and not his loud, immature self. He’s beautiful. You realize that your face is hot. And you can’t see it but your pupils are dangerously dilated. You press your lips together, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Oh you know what’s happening. Maybe you should make it stop. You try to take a deep breath. You’re so in love with Adam.

Adam is lost in his own thoughts and music. He was so comfortable in your presence as he strummed that he almost forgot you were there. He opens his eyes, he just wants to take a quick look at you before closing them again. He realizes that he’s done for the moment he sees how you’re looking at him. With shining eyes, dilated pupils, a fond smile on your face. He doesn’t really realize what it means for you, neither do you. But now his heart is beating at unprecedented speed. Shit, shit, shit. It’s not the first time it happens with you. One time, he felt this way when he woke up before you and saw you sleeping naked next to him, cuddled in his arms. The other was when you held hands for the first time during movie time with the other guests. But this time he’s feeling it on a whole other level. You’re so beautiful. And you’re standing by him listening to his tunes despite the man he is. The one who did so much harm but it’s trying to get better. Adam doesn’t know if he actually has gained any redeeming qualities, but one thing he’s sure about is that at least with you he is a better man. He thinks back on when you two used to argue non stop, resenting each other’s presence. It looks like a far, distant reality that never happened, if anything it’s at least a joke. Adam is so in love with you.

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Sex still represents the majority of your relationship with Adam. Unlike your feelings, it never changed. Always so loud, fun, satisfying for sure, and unhinged. You and Adam could unleash your personalities at best under the sheets, and that was the best part of it. But this time, something is out of place. Not in a bad way, at all.

Adam is on top of you, placed between your spread legs. His wings are wide open, covering your naked bodies and encapsulating them in a small space reserved to only you two. His thrust are firm, but also slow and sensual, which wasn’t really his style. He’s holding your face with both hands, as he’s mesmerized by your deep moans of pleasure. You cling onto him with nails and legs, holding him as if he was about so slip away. You open your eyes, and catch him staring. He would usually say something sarcastic, like asking the fuck are you looking at. But instead, he looks lost in a profound state of blissful hypnosis, his pupils dilated and mouth slightly parted. Then, Adam plunges forward, still sliding in and out of you with slick sounds. Your breathing becomes even more irregular, hips jerking under his body as waves of pleasure hit you. You tug at Adam’s hair in the spot between his horns. With one hand, Adam firmly holds your hip, while the other has its fingers entangled in your hair, lightly pulling them.

“A-Adam…please I’m so close” you stutter. You would never beg usually, but this time it’s hard not to do so.

What surprises you is the way Adam responds. He would have usually bragged about you begging for him to make you reach your climax, reminding you how much of a whore you are for him. And you would have protested by flipping the roles and making him a mess under your body. But Adam just sinks his face in your neck, whispering.

“I know baby, I know. I got you” he says, interrupted by a moan “Fuck you’re doing so good I swear”.

His movements in you become more erratic, sloppier, and his breath hotter against your ear. The fingers plunged in your hair start stroking your scalp, you try to suffocate your moans of pleasure in his shoulder. You come first around his shaft, whispering quietly his name until you come down from your high. Adam climaxes second, emitting a low, strangled moan in your neck as his wings twitch. You take some time to realize how good it was, your chests rising and lowering with every breath, holding each other. It’s when your mind clears that you realize how atypical of a sexual encounter that was for you and Adam. It was…sweet? Really intimate and not in the physical meaning of the word? Adam never praised you in bed, and you never spoke to him so gently asking to make you finish. And the way he looked at you was absurd, to say at best. With a cherry colored hue on his cheeks, and a light in his eyes you rarely saw in him.

“Ah shit that was great” Adam chuckles, collapsing next to you.

The pride in his face says it all, maybe you were wrong before. You mentally shrug.

“Yeah” you roll on your side, facing him “but I’m so hungry right now”.

Adam sighs, looking up at the ceiling “When I was in Heaven, there was this place that delivered the best fucking ice cream your taste buds could ever graze. A mountain of it. Great for after sex I swear. I miss it”.

Adam takes the opportunity to talk about Heaven more. He’s clearly being nostalgic. He misses it. And while you like hearing him waffling about all the crazy concert he performed, the best restaurants, theme parks and clubs in Heaven, you can’t help but frown. A small smile still lingers on your face, but you ask yourself if Adam really belongs in here. A part of you says of course yes, the other is unsure.

“You know” you say, scooting closer to him “I’ve never really asked myself about how life in Heaven would be. But it really sounds like a beautiful place”.

Adam nods, twisting on his side to face you “Oh fuck yeah it was, I wish I could…”

He interrupts himself as he meets your face, pressed against the pillow. A small, comprehensive smile is gently placed on it, and your eyes are stuck in his own with a visible shine.

Oh no don’t look at me like that.

Adam’s grin disappears, he looks away and tries to play it cool as always, glancing around the room. He clears his throat.

“Yeah I mean, Heaven was great but under a certain perspective…” he trails off.

You wait for him to finish, and he can’t escape your eyes. He finally reciprocates again, getting lost into them.

“Hell is not half-bad, for some reasons” he says.

Adam doesn’t realize it, but now he’s smiling too. His eyebrows are arched upwards in adoration as he ponders on every inch of you. Your now relaxed expression, your glimmering eyes, your naked body covered in white sheets, your head slightly plunged in the pillow. Suddenly, Adam’s smile fades. His eyes go wide, and his heart skips a beat. A wave of realization hits him.

“Holy shit (Y/N) I’m so in love with you”.

Both of you jump in surprise, moving away from each other as the mattress bounces under your bodies. You clench the sheets, and you feel your heart pounding. Where did that come from?!

“What?!” you exclaim.

“WHAT?!” Adam yelps back, incredulous of his own words.

He didn’t mean to say it out loud, he didn’t even mean to say it in his mind actually. You can feel his own panic on your skin, as every inch of your body figuratively catches fire. You don’t know what to say. Adam sits up, covering his face with a hand in embarrassment.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry I ruined everything!” he exclaims, voice panicky.

“Ruined what?”

Oh no. It takes you a second to realize what you said. Adam’s hand files down from his face and looks at you. And you see something you thought you would never witness on Adam’s face. Pain. Adam is hurt. His mouth is slightly open, his breath suspended, his eyebrows knitted. You used to call him many names when you two argued. An asshole, a dirtbag, a dickhead, an irresponsible, immature jerk. But Adam never batted an eye. It’s the first time you see an unmistakable, terrible flash of pain in his face. You feel horrible. You sit up, your mouth open and about to say something. It’s hard to gather the right words after saying something so wrong. You extend a hand towards him, but Adam leans back, away from your touch.

“Adam fuck that’s not what I…” you say, voice shaky.

Adam shuffles away from you again, his face full of regret, embarrassment and clearly pain. He shakes his head, proceeding to get out of bed. He starts looking frantically for his clothes, putting them on as quick as he can. No words come out your mouth, your mind too confused and full of things to process. In just a matter of seconds, Adam is already dressed.

“I-I’m sorry, I gotta go” he stutters, looking at you for a split second.

“Adam, wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sa-!”

You don’t have time to finish what you have to say. Adam had already opened the window of your room, and in the blink of an eye he flew away. Shit, shit, shit! Why did you even say that? That came out so wrong. But you couldn’t help it, you were so taken aback by his sudden confession. You mentally punch yourself in the face. Physically, you limit yourself to drag a hand down your face and groan loudly in your palm. You try to give yourself some time to think, you don’t want to hurt Adam even more. You spend some minutes with your face smothered in your pillow, suffocating sounds of pure frustration. After you gathered your thoughts together, you finally get up from the bed. You put your clothes back on, and head towards the still open window. With a strong flap of your wings, you sprint upwards. As you thought, Adam is sitting on the Hotel sign. He looks pissed. His lips are tightly pressed together and his eyebrows are knitted at the corners. He notices you but doesn’t look up.

“Adam, c’mon…” you say, as kindly as you can.

You keep floating in front of him, the wind generated by your wings making Adam’s hair slightly flow. He doesn’t look at you, he’s just staring at his own knees. For a solid minute you two don’t say anything. Silence has never been a thing between you and Adam, but you respect his wish. Suddenly, Adam breaks it.

“It’s not like you have to pity me” he mumbles.

“I’m not pitying you”

“Um yeah? I just ran off like a pissy school girl and here you are looking at me like a lost child”

“Adam-“

“You know how much time has passed since I last said those words?”

You don’t say anything. Adam finally looks up at you, his eyes a mess of emotions.

“Centuries” he says, spiteful of himself.

Your eyebrows arch upwards in surprise, your forehead corrugated. Your stomach burns, as you can finally feel every emotion Adam tried to hide under sarcasm for so long.

“Centuries?” you ask.

“Yeah, and I know I’ve been literally fucking around for a lot of time so it’s actually my fault, but I can’t say that I don’t mean it once I say it”

“Adam, my question was genuine”.

His mind stops in his tracks. You look weirdly calm. A bit unsure, of course, this is your first very serious conversation. But you’re still collected and he envies you.

“I really wanted to ask you what did you think you ruined. Because I’ll admit it, and I don’t wanna hurt you even more, but I don’t know what goes on in your head. We have all this sex, but also some care, but we also bicker. It’s confusing. I don’t even know if monogamy is your thing. But you showed me care. Sometimes, you still are a bit of a jerk let’s be honest. But I felt care too”.

Your stomach is twirling around, but you can’t stop your flow of consciousness. You wanna know what Adam means, what the First Man wants from a sinner he swore to hate not so long ago. Adam strokes his hair with a hand. His blush intensifies.

“I myself don’t really know what we are. If you know please fuckin’ tell me. What I know is that I feel something, love if that’s what we wanna call it. I mean, look at you! You sing along to rock songs with me, you know how to fight and look so badass while doing it, and you’re hot as fuck too! But if you don’t feel the sa-“

In a sudden movement, you zip towards Adam and grab him by his robe to push him on your lips. He lets out a muffled sound of surprise, but quickly closes his eyes to reciprocate the kiss. It’s calm, sweet, your lips and tongue are moving in tandem in such a tender yet passionate manner. It’s full of care, whatever it is. When you pull away, you look at each other in slight embarrassment. But you push it back immediately.

“I would have never thought I’d say it to you, but I do love you, Adam. Even if you’re still not perfect at all, you’re still a dickhead let’s admit it, I feel something for you. And I don’t expect you to suddenly become a better person just for the sake of being with me, but right now I’m sure I love you like this”.

You had blurted it all out in a single breath, still close to Adam’s face after your kiss. And finally, he smiles. Not with his usual teasing, shit eating grin. He smiles genuinely.

“I still don’t know if I’ll be a redeemable man, or if I want to become one. But at least with you I feel a bit of a better man”.

You smile back at Adam. He looks like a whole other person compared to how he was when you met. He still is his old self. But you came to love him. You and Adam lean forward, capturing yourselves in another deep, thoughtful kiss. Your wings meet, grazing each other as they close around you two. After a while of getting lost in your affection, you separate and playfully smirk.

“C’mon you whiny baby, why don’t we go downstairs to join everyone for movie night?” you suggest.

Adam groans and rolls his eyes “Us being a thing doesn’t mean that I have to participate in every fuckin’ activity of this Hotel”

“Uhh, yeah it does? I’m still in charge of forcing you to join. Now get your lazy ass off of there and let’s go”

“Okay, finee but can we have sex again after?”

“Of course we can”

“Hell yeah”

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hangmans-girl · 2 years

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Lover (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

Summary: The one where you found the most perfect love in the shape of a man named Bradley Bradshaw.

Warnings: None, just pure fluff.

Words: 2,273

Author's Note: I've noticed I have been writing a lot for Bradley these days. I think I should begin with my Hangman fic as soon as I can.

The immaculate smell of cookies emanated through the walls of the house as you and your son, Nick were mixing another batch of cookies. "Am I doing it right, mommy?" Nick asks as his little arms struggled to pull the spatula around the thick cookie batter.

"Yeah, you are. Do you need mommy's help?" You asked. Little Nick shook his head as he tried harder to mix the batter.

"I think I'm good, mommy." He replies.

You nodded as you smiled, ruffling his hair in the process. You then continued to mold the batter into the cookie pan so you could put it in the oven when you suddenly heard a cute giggle from the living room

You craned your neck to get a better view of the living room from the kitchen. Bradley was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed as your 4-year-old daughter smudged some makeup on his eyelids.

"Daddy, you need to sit still."

"Oh okay," Bradley says as he tried his best not to move. His hand wandered around the floor as if he was looking for something. "You think you could give daddy some more of this red one? I feel like the other cheek's a bit lighter than the other, baby girl." He adds as he raises a round blush palette in front of your daughter.

"One second, daddy. I'm almost done with your eyeshadow."

You smiled at the very wholesome scene in front of you. You sat on the kitchen stool as you turned to look at Nick who was currently munching on some cookies while he held a cold glass of milk in his other hand.

In the middle of your trance, some flashbacks from where it all started came flooding in.

Growing up with Bradley meant three things: endless singing, clothes trying-on montage, and running around by the shore the whole day. This continued until both of you grew up and needless to say, this also meant growing feelings for him.

You've always had the hunch that he knew about what you felt about him and that he just chose to ignore it for the sake of your friendship. By the time he graduated from the academy and was subjected to being part of the TOP GUN Programme, he finally cracked.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, crossing his arms on his chest.

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't this the part where you're supposed to tell me that you love me and you don't want me to leave? I mean, I'll be gone for 3 months."

Your mouth gaped in awe as you avoided his gaze. "W-What are you talking about, you idiot--"

He placed both of his hands on your shoulders as he leaned down to level his gaze upon you. "You're like an open book, sweets. You don't even try to close it."

He tapped your cheek gently as he grinned mischievously, making you scoff in embarrassment. "You knew? All this time?!"

"Yeah, since 10th grade." You couldn't believe it.

"Then why didn't you say anything?!"

He shrugged, "I didn't want to impose. I just thought maybe I was so attractive that you always looked at me in a certain way. But since you just admitted it, turns out I was wrong. You actually like me."

You gasped when you realized what he had just done, "You little-- Ugh! Damn you, Bradshaw!" You marched away from him as he ran to catch up with you.

"Come on now, you can't send me away like this," He whined, still laughing at your adorable reaction.

"Bradley, I swear to God I will punch you--"

"No thanks, but I'll take a kiss. It will last me three months, I think. But I'll let you know if I need more." He winked, making you frown in confusion.

"Bradley, just what are you on about?"

He rolled his eyes as he sighed dramatically. "Jesus, (Y/N). And here I thought I was the idiot one."

"Okay, Genius. You like me back. I get it."

He looked at you in confusion. "Do I?" You groaned as you punched his arm playfully. He chucked lightly before holding your wrists as he pulled you into a warm hug.

"I'm gonna miss you," He whispers on your neck.

You tightened your grip on his body as a response, earning you a soft kiss on your crown. "Now, where's my kiss?"

You giggled at the question. "Come back home in one piece, then maybe we'll talk."

He whined dramatically as he sighed. "Fine, I guess," He started to pick up his things as he looked over to the side where the airstair just opened. "Oh, there goes my ride." He pointed at the plane swiftly to catch your attention before he stole a quick peck on the lips as he ran towards the plane before you could even recover.

You were in complete awe as you stared at his grinning figure from afar, waving at you like a child before he went inside the plane.

After that, you came home smiling like an idiot.

3 months after, when you heard that he was graduating from TOP GUN, you immediately packed your things and flew to San Diego. As soon as he spotted you from a sea of pilots in white uniforms, he pushed his way out of the cramped space and gave you the tightest hug you have ever received from him.

"So, where's my kiss?"

"I believe you stole one 3 months ago."

"Aw, that's not fair. Can I have one as a graduation gift?"

You sighed in defeat. "Fine, just one. Then we'll talk, okay?" You tiptoed as you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled lovingly at you as he nods, "Yes, ma'am."

When both of you finally had the time to talk, you tried to figure out what to do with your relationship. As per Bradley, both of you didn't need to figure it out since he had already absorbed the thought that you were his, and he was yours.

Bradley was the greatest boyfriend you could ever ask for. He'd bring you souvenirs that he claimed 'reminded him of you' while he was still away, give you massages out of nowhere, and braid or brush your hair for fun while listening to you rant about how the supermarket never restocked your favorite potato chip anymore.

When Bradley was young, he could clearly remember seeing his parents dancing around the living room as he sat there while clapping with joy. He could also remember his parents singing a song while he sat on top of the piano, trying his hardest to sing along to what they were singing.

His parents were the happiest with each other. As he grew up, he reflected on that thought and decided that he wanted that kind of relationship. A pure, happy, and passionate one.

A year after he graduated from TOP GUN, he decided to pop the question. He figured that he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to just take you home with him and be with you forever. Of course, you said yes.

Your marriage was pure bliss. Bradley was very consistent, and he proved himself to be better as the days went by. After a year of marriage, you found out you were pregnant.

Bradley found out about it through a little game you set up when he came home from a mission. You placed a bun inside of the oven and lead him to it as he stared at the oven for a good 10 minutes. "Babe, I think the bun's burning. Don't you think you should take it out already?"

You suppressed a smile as you shook your head. "Nah, it's not due to come out 'till September."

He frowned in confusion. "What? The bun will be spoiled by then---"

You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness. "Jesus, Bradley. I'm pregnant."

He blinked at you for a while, taking all the information in. "Oh." He breathes out. His eyes widened as he suddenly pointed at the oven. "A bun in the oven--Oh my god! You're pregnant! I'm gonna be a dad!"

He lifted you up carefully as you laughed at his reaction. "And here I thought you were so smart, you couldn't even figure that out."

"I'm sorry, babe. I think it's the post-flight brain fog." He grinned before hugging you lovingly as both of you ended up cuddling on the couch for the whole day.

All throughout your pregnancy, Bradley was very hands-on and protective. In your fifth month, he already bought some things to use for babyproofing around the house. When he found out that both of you were having a boy, he passed out.

When Bradley found out that your water broke, he immediately filed for an emergency leave for a week just to be there for you during your labor. But the moment he got to the hospital, you were already holding your baby boy in your arms.

You could tell that he was mesmerized by his newborn with the way he looked at him. He cried for 2 minutes while he hugged the little boy close to his chest as he carried him away from you to get some alone time with him.

When Maverick and Penny came to visit, Bradley refused to let his newborn go. Bradley wanted to hold him for as long as he could, even if his arms went sore. He sat by the corner of the room as he cooed at the little boy in his arms

"Let me hold him, Brad." Maverick says as he earns a groan from Bradley.

"Not today, Mav. I'm having my moment here."

Needless to say, he remained like that for hours.

When Bradley was a good husband, he was also a good father. Unlike any other dad, he loved doing the dirty work. You never knew why he was always so excited about changing the diapers, bathing the baby, and feeding them even if it was messy to deal with. When you saw how happy he was with it, you figured it was just him being a doting father to his firstborn.

When Nick was about 2 years old, there came baby number 2. You cried yourself to sleep after you found out that you were pregnant again and Bradley couldn't be there for you because he was stationed for a year in a different country.

You called him and told him everything. He assured you that everything was going to be fine as he promised to be home as soon as he possibly could.

After a year of being away, Bradley finally came home to a reading little boy and a crawling baby girl.

That night, he cuddled both children to sleep after reading them a bedtime story. You were left to sleep alone in your shared bedroom, but it didn't matter. You just didn't want any of this happiness to end.

In the middle of the night, you felt an arm wrap around your waist as Bradley buries his face on your neck from behind. "I'm sorry for not being able to be there for you when you were carrying our little girl. I promise to do the best I can to make up for the lost time." He whispered.

You used to think that perfect love didn't exist. Little did you know that that kind of love took a human form in a man such as your husband.

"Hey, hun. You okay?" You heard Bradley ask you as you snapped out of your thoughts.

"Yeah," You replied as you turned to look at him and laughed. "Wow, honey. You look...good."

"Yeah, I know, right? I feel like a walking butterfly clip," He says as he poses in front of the mirror, combing the wig with his hand to straighten it up. "Man, I look hot. Our daughter should be a makeup artist when she grows up."

You laughed as you took a minute to absorb his little ensemble. His blonde wig was out of place, he had colorful hair clips around it, and he was wearing a pink, frilly apron from the little tea party your daughter set up a while ago before she decided to mess with her dad's face.

You made your way towards him as you hugged his waist. "I love you so much, Brad."

He hugs you back as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I just hope you didn't do something bad, but I love you more." You slapped his chest gently as you chuckled.

"Daddy, you forgot your earrings!" You and Bradley looked down to see your adorable daughter handing her dad some plastic clip-on earrings. Bradley gladly takes them from her little hands as he clips them on his ears.

"I think this calls for a family picture," Bradley says as he reaches for the camera, pulling the children towards the living room. Nick sat with his plane next to Penelope with her doll as Bradley set up the camera. You sat next to the kids as Bradley ran to sit beside you before the camera flashed. As soon as it ended, Bradley and the kids looked at the photos.

"Mommy's got a third eye."Nick laughs as he looks at the photo before pointing at your forehead. You frowned in confusion as you immediately looked for a mirror, and there you saw a lipstick mark on your forehead. Bradley.

You looked at him as he grinned. "I love you." He mouths at you before looking at more pictures with the kids.

Life couldn't get any better than this.

#bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster fanfic #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x wife #bradley bradshaw headcanon #rooster top gun #top gun rooster

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My Fathers Daughter

Part 7

Hey guys, sorry this one was a little short. But next one is the dinner scene!! Also im going on a date right after I post this so wish me luck <3

As you walked the maze called a hallway you see pictures and portraits of the family.

Bruce and Christine's wedding,

Bruce, Christine and Dick,

Dick's school pictures

Dick, Christine and Bruce at Dicks graduation

Jason, your mother and Dick

Jason, your mother

Your mother

You look away.

It hurts to see Christine be a mother to everyone but you. Even after all these years. You used to pray that one day she would come back. That she'd apologize and you'd have your family back. Then she didn't come back, and Pepper came into your life. She showed you what it was like to have a mother. She didn't even need to she just did it. So then you just stopped. You stopped thinking about her. You stopped caring about her. Every memory you had, erased. Replaced with Pepper.

"Here we are Miss." Alfred interrupted your thoughts. You walk into the room, it really was beautiful. A spacious room with dark maroon walls, and a large window. There were bookshelves lining the walls and weird art sculptures on them. The whole room ws actually really depressing. Beautiful but depressing.

"Very gothic chic" You mutter, placing your things on the ground, " So is the theme of this house dark, gloomy, and angsty? Cause I can only imagine how depressing that is."

Alfred gives an amused smile, " I suppose it can be a bit grim here sometimes."

"Is there anyway I could spruce it up a bit? I'm more partial to earth tones." You say in a snotty voice, joking with the butler.

"I'll see what I can do Miss." Alfred says, already seeing how you're related to Tony Stark.

"You can call me Y/n" You mutter

"Y/n then," Alfred says while leaving," Shall I summon you when dinners ready? Your mother is rather excited for you to be joining us."

You cringe at him calling Christine your mother," Um, theres no way to skip dinner without looking like an asshole is there?"

"Unfortunatly not ma'am," Alfred sighs, " I know this change must be difficult, considering the circumstances and history."

"You're telling me" You scoff

"However" Alfred continues, " If you give it a chance, I feel that you will see our family means no ill will."

And with that, Alfred swiftly retreats. Leaving you alone with your thoughts until dinner was ready.

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Downstairs was a whole other situation.

As soon as you disappeared with Alfred, pandemonium broke out.

"Can you believe the utter gull! How dare she-"

"So is everything you've done with us reused or-"

"Don't worry mom she'll come around`

Christine sighs blocking out all the noise with her thoughts. She realizes that maybe she should go and talk to you. She just never seems to know what to say to you. If she's being honest, she never really thought she'd be in this situation. Of course she's thought about reaching out and reconnecting again, you were her baby. But Every time she was ready, something happened. It really was out of her control. She loved you from afar.

And now that you were here, she just had to try extra hard to break that wall you've built.

Confident in herself she raises a hand, signaling for her family to stop their bickering.

Seeing their mothers signal, the family silenced.

"Y/n is a part of our family now, all of you will treat her as you treat each other." "It seems, Ms. Stark is rather reluctant to accept us as her family Mother.", Damian says snidely.

"Damian, Y/n just isn't used to having a family around." Christine sighs, " Just like any of you weren't."

Jason snorted, " Ma, I hate to disagree with you here, but it seemed like she was pretty content with her life before us."

" Well of course she was, she doesn't know any better." Christine insists, " No matter, I need you all to at least try to include her, I'm sure she would love to have some brothers and sisters in this hard time. Right my love?"

Everyone turns to Bruce, who was standing in the doorway watching this whole thing go down.

"I suppose, although I'm sure she'd prefer to acclimate in her own time." Bruce says hesitantly, " As you said dear, this is a big change for her."

Christine seems dissatisfied with this answer but doesn't say anything other than, " Well, I'd better start dinner."

And walks off.

Leaving her family behind in confusion. Immediately, after making sure their mother was out of hearing range, Dick spoke up

"Okay, guy I know I'm not the only one who thinks that mom is going overboard with this whole family thing"

"Yeah, she's trying way too hard pushing this new sister thing in a way she's never before." Tim adds.

And he was right. Every time Bruce and Christine have adopted a new kid, they always gave them time to come to them. Gave them time to come to terms with the new changes and circumstances that have happened.

'hmph, it seems mother has decided that this girl is somehow worth more than all of us, doesn't it." Damian grunts, and before anyone could correct him, he turns on his heel and walks away.

Dick sighs, and starts to follow him. But before he leaves he says to the remaining siblings, " Mom is just trying to make up for her mistakes. Can we please try not to make this anymore difficult for her than it is?"

Jason scoffs, " Tell that to the demon spawn, not us"

And with that they start towards the dining room, anxious for the dinner ahead.

Little did they know that you were up in your room, nervous for the first dinner you've had alone with your mother and her family.

#batfam x batsis #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #bruce is a good parent #dick grayson x reader #oc character #avengers x teen!reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #crossover

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liveforjeongin · 4 months

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hey, how is your day going? I hope you're well 😊 I wanted to request a 3racha tickle fic with lee!han, with prompts 19 & 52 from prompts#1 and prompt 24 from prompts#2 if you would be okay with that! have fun! ❤️

An Essential Part Of Cuddling

My day's been good, thank you anon<3

And thanks for the request too<3

I literally love 3racha tickle fics, and I love lee!Jisung even more, so I loved doing this one<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: nibbles, raspberries, cuddling (is that a warning?)

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @channieissocute125 (IforgottoadditI'msosorry💔💔💔)

Prompt 19, list #1: “I’ll never talk to you ever again.”

Prompt 52, list #1: “Not there!”

Prompt 24, list #2: “Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”

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3racha were (surprisingly) resting on their dorm. Hyunjin went out so it was just them three.

They spend a lot of time together, and they've been knowing each other for the longest time, so cuddling in bed while doing nothing was one of the most common and favorite activities for them to do.

So there were them, cuddling in Chan's bed, with his cool lights, and watching a Marvel movie in his cool tv (or that's like Jisung would describe the scene).

They were all chill and surprisingly quiet, until Chan moved a bit an unintentionally brushed Hannie's side, causing the younger to jump and let out a small yell.

Changbin laughed at the scene "That tickled? Channie hyung barely touched you!" He teased their maknae

Jisung flustered a bit at his hyung's teasing "I... It... He caught me off guard!" Tried to defend himself, but it was totally useless.

That just made Chan poke his side, getting an even stronger reaction than the previous one "That caught you off guard too?"

Changbin also wanted to mess with his younger, so he snuggled up more onto him and started poking his ribs repeatedly, causing Hanji to burst into loud giggles immediately.

"Nohohohoho, hyung! Stop thahahat! I'll never talk to you ever again!"

Chan couldn't help but chuckle at the younger's reaction, and joined in on tickling him, deciding to go for the worst, his sides

As soon as Chan started squeezing and digging on Han's sides, he went wild "CHAHAHHAHAHAHAHANNIE HYUNG! NOT THERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHO!"

Binnie grinned down to the quokka, lifting his arms over his head and going for his armpits "But Hannie, tickles are an essential part of cuddling!"

Hannie was going mad "YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU SAY THAT CUZ YOU'RE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THE ONE BEING TIHIHIHIHICKLED!"

"Aww, you're right. Who's the one being tickled in here~? Oh~ It's our maknae~ Look how cute you look being tickled~. That just means we'll have to do it more often, right Binnie?" Chan teased, going harder with the side tickles and now changing between sides and knees, which fortunately for him, and not so much for Jisung, where at his reach.

That was all they had to do to make the quokka boy really lose his mind.

"I think you're right, Channie hyung, we'll definitely have to do it more often, it's an essential part of cuddling after all! That's what we learned today, didn't we, Hannie~?" Changbin was talking really calmed, contrasting with Hanji, who was laughing the loudest he'd done in his life, while doing his best and wildest attempt to squirm away from the tickling sensation, uselessly since he was trapped between his two hyungs, who, for his unluckiness, where incredibly strong. Some tears started to form in his eyes, he wouldn't last much more, and his hyungs knew.

So they went for the kill.

At the count of three, Hannie was immediately attacked with raspberries and nibbles all over his neck and belly, not mentioning that the tickles on his sides, armpits and knees hadn't stopped either.

Jisung arched his back and shook his head wildly from side to side. His neck was wet with tears, his face was red, his body was so weak he couldn't even squirm now, and his laughter was getting louder and louder.

Chan and Changbin were definitely not having any mercy with Han, they were willing to push him to his limits, but then Jisung's laughter went silent.

There was the limit.

So immediately after that, 2racha stopped any movement. They got their hands and mouths off of the youngest of the three, and rubbed the spots they tickled him in, to help him ease the ghost tickles.

No need to say Hannie was a mess in this moment. He was breathing hard, holding his stomach, his face was all red and his body felt so weak. He didn't exactly like it, but being honest, he wouldn't mind if that happened again...

"Are you okay, our Hannie?" Channie asked, rubbing the younger's sides and running his fingers through his hair, hoping to calm him down.

"Did we go too far?" Binnie had a concern tone on his voice.

Hannie took a couple more breaths before answering "I'm fine... I think. Just... Don't ever do that again. Or... At least not this rough" Hanji said, looking away in that last part.

The younger's words made a grin appear on Chan and Changbin's face as they got comfy on the cuddle once again, knowing what that meant.

Next time, it'll be cuddly tickles for their sweet maknae.

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HELLOOOOOO WORLD, it's me again😻😻

I love lee!Jisung a lot, so I loved a lot writing this as well

I hope you guys enjoyed it, I'mma try writing more and finish all the requests :33

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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roughdaysandart · 2 months

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Fuck it I'll try making a Rough Day comic 🤦🏽‍♀️

*(frequently updated masterpost)*

UPDATED AS OF APRIL 2024

= Yes I'm making a comic based on Rough Day by @no-droids

= Yes I'm editing the smut out ("Abridged for Christian Roomates"), except for some light stuff shrouded in the dark/implied etc

=Yes I'm adding filler content/altering the intimacy timeline to make up for editing out the smut

=Yes it will be just as clever and soft, just less Ooga Booga

= Yes most chapters will be split and released in parts

= Yes the prolougue will be released in parts between chapter releases

= YES THERE IS A PINTEREST BOARD (behind the scenes etc)

=Yes I share the outline here as it develops (LAST UPDTD 4/30/24)

Book/Season 1: THE EXCEPTIONS

CH 0: PREFACE

PT 1: Other Talents

PT 2: Rules and Habits

CH 1: ROUGH DAY

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 2: HEARTENED IN HYPERSPACE

PT 1: Ow, ow, ow, OW-OW-OW

PT 2: All Action/No longer.

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 3: NEGOTIATION SKILLS

PT 1: Useful.

PT 2: Convincing

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 4: REST

PT 1: Unrelenting Interruptions

PT2: Quiet Murmurs in the Dark

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 5: OF METAL AND MEN

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 6: A SHOW OF GOOD FAITH

PT 1: Forget about it. Forget about it.

PT 2: The Deal

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 7: RUSHED

PT 1: Honor

PT 2: Something

PT 3: Natural, Not Normal

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 8: THE FLOOR IS BETTER

PT1: In Memoriam

PT2 : Oil and Water

PT3: Stepping Stones

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

Book/Season 2: TORN

CH 9: BROWN EYES

Pt 1: Listen and Learn

Pt 2: Unintended, overheard.

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 10: JUST THE TRANSLATOR

PT 1: TBD ("devastatingly, upper-hand”?)

PT 2: TBD (“Fireside Chat?”)

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 11: CHAPTER 11

PT 1: Promise Me

PT 2: It’s Yours

Pt 3: If You Close Your Eyes

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 12: BEGINNER’S LUCK

PT 1: TBD: (“Lucked out/”?)

PT 2: Shot to the Heart

Prolouge: Part (chapter #)

CH 13: KAR’TAYLIR

PT 1: …and to lose.

PT 2: Is to love...

Prolouge: Finale

CH 14: WHENEVER YOU WANT

PT 1: TBD

PT 2: Everything, and then Everything Again (Confessions of a Middle-Age Trauma Queen)

Book/Season 3: THE CHASE

CH 15: OUT OF TRILLION (Parts TBD)

CH 16: ASK ME AGAIN TOMORROW(Parts TBD)

CH 17: WHISPERS OF YOU(Parts TBD)

CH 18: HOME(Parts TBD)

SEASON 4: BE NOT AFRAID (TBD)

CH 19: BE BRAVE

CH 20: ANOTHER ROUGH DAY

CH 21 - End

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I just loved the process of creating that Cantina comic so much, and I really really have been a imagining how cool a comic could look for the entire fic (its just writted so well) and I really wanna make it super clean so...I think imma break out the tablet and get this going. Also I just love this work so much that it would really being mw so much joy (especially as my fiest comic) and thats what's important in the end.

No idea if it'll stick or if it'll be just a few or how soon but...I really am excited to try

Also kinda have to get used to drawing starvwars environments/backgrounds/people in general, as I'm not used to that at all so here's to learning ALOT of new things ahead!

Probs will start out with the backstory drabble from @no-droids masterlist just for chronological sake and then do the chapters in order.

About the smut...🙃

*sigh* I live with my very christian siblings in a one bedroom so.....just no soft or hardcore smut (idk if i can even get away with any spicy gestures at all lol), and will probs have to clean some of the language up or leave bubbles blank until I live alone and can edit them later then re-upload 🤣

At least for now lol

So yeah I hope anyone who also enjoys this fic has as much fun observing this process as I will have making it!

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depressedbagpipe · 2 years

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Silver (Prince Caspian x female!reader)

Chapter IV - Peter's Mistake

Words: 3385 Warnings: lots of angst, besties fighting in front of a bunch of people. I guess mentions of misogyny? Caspian and reader having a badly written moment alone. Reader's hair is long enough to be put into braids. Reader is clad in weapons, too. The first part is more of a filler. A/N: I'm not gonna lie, this physically hurt to write, because I love Peter so much but I needed some angst. I don't know how to hint at romance between characters so I'll leave it like this for the time being. Thank y'all so much for your support <3

Series Masterlist Previous chapter <;> Next chapter

Chapter IV - Peter's Mistake

“It’s only a matter of time. Miraz’s men and war machines are on their way. That means those same men aren’t protecting his castle,” Peter looked around the room.

An emergency war meeting had been called, all of us standing around Aslan’s table. I sat on my trunk, dressed in my old armor, clad in weapons from head to toe. My hair was in the usual braids that I wore for battle, keeping the hair away from my face and my silver locks on display. I was the spitting image of myself once again, the big stone portrait behind me backing me up. As soon as the room started to fill up with all the Narnians, I could hear their whispers. They stood a couple of feet away from me, either in terror or wonder, but I felt like the powerful warrior I had once been for over a decade.

Reepicheep asked. “What do you propose we do, your Majesty?” He had easily won Peter’s favor, being the first to show him the respect Peter always sought.

“We need to get ready for it,” Peter started.

“To start planning for…” Caspian answered.

There was an awkward silence as both members of different royal houses challenged each other with their eyes, only for Caspian to give in.

Peter continued without any interruption. “Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us,” he explained. I already pictured his plan in my head, yet as soon as I caught sight of Caspian’s face, I knew that was not a good plan.

“But that’s crazy. No one has taken that castle,” Caspian spoke, directly defying Peter. He didn’t like that.

“There’s always a first time,” he was sending daggers to Caspian now.

Trumpkin intervened, Peter’s plan being mulled over in his head. “We’ll have the element of surprise,” he agreed.

“But we have the advantage here!” Caspian tried to reason with everyone in the room. I already had my eyes fixed on him before he looked at me, almost pleading for my help. I remained quiet, not wanting to aggravate the scene, yet the Narnians were pretty much sold.

“If we dig in, we could probably hold them off indefinitely,” Susan sided with Caspian. Peter hardly stared at his sister, something like betrayal radiating off of him.

“I, for one, feel safer underground,” Trufflehunter spoke, always the mediator.

Peter turned to look at Caspian again, a cold stare on his face, his jaw tensed. “Look, I appreciate what you’ve done here, but this isn’t a fortress. It’s a tomb,” he almost spat the words out, coming closer to the dark-haired boy.

Edmund, who was sitting next to me, suddenly spoke. “Yes. And if they’re smart, the Telmarines will just wait and starve us out.”

Everybody was taking sides. I stood in the perfect middle of the two kings, watching their feud.

Reepicheep, his loyalty unmatched, spoke again. “I think you know where I stand, sire,” he bowed once more.

We all had our eyes on Peter, yet he quickly turned to look at me. As his right hand in combat, my word usually outweighed the rest of the council’s advice. I knew he was looking for my support, as he always did. And he usually had it. Yet this time, I simply couldn’t agree with him. I shook my head without speaking, sending a pleading look to him to not come forward with the plan, but his stare only became colder, even more determination in his eyes at my refusal.

Peter turned to Glenstone, the centaur currently in charge of the Old Narnian army. “If I get your troops in, can you handle the guards?�� he asked him.

I didn’t fail to notice how he glanced at Caspian before answering Peter’s question. “Or die trying, my liege,” he nodded at him.

Peter’s satisfaction was short-lived, for Lucy quietly spoke behind Peter, sitting on the Stone Table. “That’s what I’m worried about.”

“Sorry?” Peter questioned.

“You’re all acting like there’s only two options. Dying here, or dying there,” I felt pride spreading through my chest. Despite her young age, Lucy had always been the sensible one. We shared a look, and this time I nodded at her.

“I’m not sure you’ve been listening, Lu,” Peter, almost patronizing, tried to shut her down.

“No, you’re not listening,” Lucy’s anger was felt around the room. “Or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?” The look she sent him was harsh but true. We had fought many battles without Aslan by our side, yet this time, the risk was different. Peter wanted to attack and siege an active castle with our reduced number of troops, with an even smaller number of resources and supplies. We would only have one chance, and anybody could see we were not prepared for that.

“I think we’ve waited for Aslan long enough,” Peter turned around to face Glenstorm again, finishing his conversation with Lucy.

“There’s always another way,” it was me who finally spoke. Everybody was now looking at me, Caspian’s thankful eyes fixed on me. My voice was grave, stronger than it had ever been. My armor was by no means magical, but I was indeed fearless in it. As soon as I put it on I had stopped being the silent teenager I had been before and was back to being a warrior – the Silver Knight.

“And as I said, we can’t keep waiting on Aslan. We need to act now,” Peter had stopped dead in his tracks, now standing before me. His eyes searched my own as if he were trying to share his reason with me.

I kept sitting down on my trunk, not even bothering to stand up. I knew that once Peter had something in mind, there was no stopping him from getting it. “Look, we both know we lack numbers. Waiting here isn’t an option, either. But what you plan right now is a suicide mission,” I tried to reason with him.

“I told you, most of their soldiers are on the river, we need to attack when no one’s defending the castle!” Peter raised his voice, pouring all of his frustration on me. It wasn’t the first time he did that, but it always hurt being yelled at by your best friend, who casually happened to be your king, too.

“Peter,” my anger was rising as well, “don’t be stupid. Do you really think somebody like Miraz would leave his castle unattended?” I stood up from the trunk, stepping closer to him. Some of the closer Narnians stepped back, as if giving us enough space to fight, and hopefully not get caught in the crossfire. “Look what they did to Cair Paravel centuries ago. Don’t you think they would have bettered their tactics after all these years? He willingly ordered to kill his own nephew, for Aslan’s sake! There is no way Miraz would be that dumb to center his strength on a freaking bridge knowing Caspian is out here plotting his death with us,” I was almost yelling at that point.

Peter was almost shocked at my outburst. “So you’re taking his side, too?” he vilely pointed at Caspian, envy oozing from him. “You’re my right hand, for Aslan’s sake, you are better than this!” Peter was on my face now.

I scoffed. “You are better than this, Peter,” my words were laced in venom. “Someone who has actually lived there is telling you your plan is futile, yet you’re here acting all child-like sending the same people you swore to protect to certain death,” I pressed my finger against his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat thumping on his ribcage. “Stop trying to prove you’re a ruler and fucking be one, Peter Pevensie,” I almost whispered, yet my frowning eyebrows were hard on his face. “You’re no better than Miraz if you ignore the danger.” I was about to leave the room, who was dead silent watching our fight.

“You either stand with me or against me,” Peter said, his back turned to me.

I stopped dead in my tracks and bitterly laughed, looking over my shoulder back at him. “Is that a threat?” I asked. I could feel my cheeks red in anger.

“Will you stand next to your king, as you swore, or will you betray Narnia?” He called out loud, his voice now bouncing off the walls in a faint echo. It was suddenly only the two of us in the room, two kids yelling at each other in frustration.

“Do I have a choice?” I shook my head in disbelief, suddenly not recognizing the blond boy behind me.

“You tell me,” Peter answered, fully looking at me. We were both ignoring everyone’s eyes on us, but as I was coming down from the high, I realized the position I was in.

I couldn’t actively defy my king without being accused of treason. I couldn’t leave my best friend behind to die if I had a way to protect him. I couldn’t let him make the biggest mistake of his life due to arrogance.

I shook my head once more as I walked to the exit. “I liked you better when you were a whiny kid,” I walked up the stairs that led to the exit before turning completely to the room. Once again, all the eyes were on me. I caught Caspian’s eyes, who looked at me rather pitifully. He understood my decision even before I could muster the words. I exhaled softly, before calling. “Narnians, prepare for battle.”

“Thank you,” a soft voice spoke behind me. I had been sitting on the edge of the lookout port, staring at the stars as the Narnians below me prepared their horses and weapons for the attack. Edmund was guiding the gryphons that would take Peter, Susan, Edmund, Caspian, Trumpkin, and I into Miraz’s castle. Susan was recharging her quiver, while Peter simply barked orders with Rhindon in his hand, the blade reflecting the moon’s soft silver rays.

Caspian stood next to me, a respectful distance away, as he too took in the scene below us. I exhaled, taken away by Caspian’s beauty under the moonlight. “For what, your grace?” I whispered, not wanting to disturb the little peace I would be having that night.

“For standing up for me. I mean, maybe it wasn’t your intention, but you made me feel less alone. Like somebody understood my concerns,” Caspian answered, also whispering.

My cheeks hurt from the heat in them, and thankfully it was dark enough to conceal their color. “He’s making a mistake, your grace. A mistake that’s gonna get us killed,” I fixed my eyes on him. As if on cue, Peter turned around as if he could sense my hard eyes on him, but did not look up to our position. He shrugged it off and continued going over the plan with Glenstorm.

“Please, just call me Caspian,” he pleaded with a small smile on his lips. I nodded in agreement, yet remained silent. “Is he always so hard on you?” Caspian softly asked, imperceptibly stepping closer to me. His worried tone lulled my sore throat as if it were sweet honey.

I shook my head. “He’s just being a pain in the ass,” I explained. Despite my anger, I still knew the boy pretty well. “He feels like he’s lost control and he doesn’t like that. He’s proving to himself he can still be a king.”

Caspian looked at me for a couple of seconds in silence. I met his stare, and once again I felt my breath hitch. His face was illuminated by the moon, making him almost angelic. For a few seconds, he was only a boy, wanting to do right only not knowing how, seeking refuge with people he only heard about in legends. There was a fire in his eyes too, similar to Peter’s. Both men were more alike than they thought.

“For the record,” Caspian said. “I think he’s being an idiot,” he looked down at him. “We all make mistakes, sure, but I still wouldn’t treat my partner like garbage just to prove a point,” his words were almost pained, insecure. I widened my eyes, and almost choked on my saliva. I coughed violently at the thought. Caspian, worried, approached me quickly, patting me on the back as I tried to catch my breath. “Oh, Lord, are you alright? Pardon my intromission, my lady, I just…” I cut him off with a laugh.

“No, no, don’t fret, it’s just,” I exhaled loudly, calming down before talking again. “Partner? Me? Oh, Aslan, no, no, nobody is courting anybody here,” I said, using words Caspian would understand.

There was relief in his eyes, only this time he did not even try to hide it. “Oh, well, pardon me again, my lady, for my indecency,” Caspian was no longer touching me, yet he did not pull away completely. His smile was pretty visible, too.

I smirked at him, almost cockily. “There’s nothing to pardon,” I shook my head again. I grimaced at the thought once more, then quickly deleted that from my mind. “In all seriousness,” I continued, “Peter and I are just friends. Best friends, even. We have been through so much together, and we know each other like the back of our hands, but, believe me, we wouldn’t be a good match,” I explained. Caspian nodded carefully at my words, almost tasting each one. “Besides,” I added, this time in a softer tone, “I’m not a lady. I’m a knight. Knights don’t get to marry royalty.”

I was sure Caspian caught my shoulders slouching. “Maybe, as a king, I could change that,” he didn’t look at me. He didn’t dare to.

“Trust me, I’ve seen the true cruelty of the Court. Nobody would be exempt, not even a king,” I reasoned with him, although I wasn’t sure where our conversation was headed anymore.

Caspian looked at me intently. “Trust me, I know. After my father died and my uncle ruled in his name… I heard all sorts of things,” he had a sad glow on his face. Something in my mind was screaming at me to take his sadness away.

“Well, not only I’m not a proper lady, but I’m a knight in pants. Just imagine all the comments and looks I had to endure during the years,” I smiled sadly, recalling all the names, laughs, and comments. “Plus, my friendship with the Kings? I’m pretty sure everybody thinks I had been courted by them at some point,” I sighed, my shoulders slouching even more. “I’d like to believe I had set an example for young girls to come, but I see was wrong,” I caught sight of Nikabrik below, who only talked to Edmund and Peter, ignoring Susan’s orders completely. His earlier comments still resonated in my brain.

Caspian, almost shy, nudged my shoulder with his, suddenly very aware of the improper distance between us. “Trust me, you did set an example,” his words made me turn to him completely. “I grew up fantasizing about you. Your strength, your courage, your loyalty. Even my father knew about you. Every single sword-fighting lesson would be spent pretending to be you,” his eyes were shining. “History may have altered your name, but you are still the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.”

Once again I thanked Aslan for the darkness surrounding us, for Caspian couldn’t see how much my body was burning with his statement. I was at a loss for words, for it truly was the first time someone had looked at me for who I truly was, and not who they thought I was.

I was about to say something back when Lucy appeared behind us. “Peter is calling for you both,” she stopped when she took sight of us, sitting close to each other, our fingertips almost touching. She smirked mischievously. “I don’t think you should make him wait. See you downstairs!” she happily chirped as she left us alone once more.

I guiltily stared at Caspian, who wore a similar face. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds before we both started to get up. Caspian held out his hand out to me, and though I did not need help, I took it anyways. Both of our hands were ungloved, and the touch of his skin on mine set a huge bonfire alight inside of me. His skin was soft, barely tarnished, only a few superficial scars adorning it. Mine was back to how it was before Narnia, all the battle scars faded from my skin except for that one on my neck, where the White Witch had almost successfully killed me. We pulled away reluctantly as if we couldn't physically get away from each other. I felt the electricity running through my fingertips as we pulled away, hurrying down to where Peter was impatiently waiting for us.

“Where were you?” he asked us, despite having his gaze fixed somewhere on the horizon.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, the good mood Caspian had managed to put me in disappearing in an instant. “Getting ready,” I replied with a short nod, walking towards my gryphon and securing my weapons, only to have something else to focus on rather than Peter’s anger and Caspian’s worshiping gaze.

“Remember to stick to the plan,” Peter’s only words for us were those before he retreated to talk to Susan.

“He’s more moody than usual,” Edmund suddenly spoke. I realized how much I had missed his company, giving him a quick side hug in appreciation. He hugged me back, rather indecisively, yet didn’t pull away.

My head was on his shoulder when I answered. “I have a bad feeling about this,” I confessed, although he could perfectly sense it too. I felt him nod when Peter ordered everyone to initiate the attack.

“If it all goes south, you know I’ll be with you,” Edmund said, and I knew he meant it. We had a bit of a habit of sharing near-death experiences at the same time.

I laughed at his words and smiled softly at the boy. He had once again grown taller, but he still conveyed the same boyish grin I learned to love about him.

“Do you have enough arrows?” Susan suddenly appeared next to us, checking my own quiver, smaller than hers, yet just as deadly.

I nodded. “I think so. Yours?” I repeated the words, thinking back to our exact conversation the first time we fought together.

She grinned at me. “I think so.” She too hugged me, the tension leaving my chest.

After the fight with Peter, I had not dared look at anybody. I didn’t know if I was embarrassed, angry, frustrated, or sad, but I couldn’t face anyone. That had been why I had retreated to the vacant lookout post, quickly polishing my weapons and fixing my armor for the battle about to unfold.

“Be careful, please,” Lucy ran to me and hugged me tightly, closing her eyes in the process. I bent down and kissed her on her forehead, our little ‘good-luck-ritual,’ but didn’t let go. We both needed each other.

“May Aslan protect us all,” I answered, the Narnian way to ward off evil and invoke protection. We smiled at each other before I turned around and walked to the front of the army, where the rest of the Pevensies and Caspian stood next to their gryphons. I quickly winked at him, catching him by surprise, and a slight smile danced on my lips as he cleared his throat in embarrassment. It took everything in my power not to laugh, but by that point, I knew I was crushing hard on the raven-haired prince.

The gryphons took a hold of us and together we soared to the sky, heading to Miraz’s castle while the rest of our army followed us by foot. Lucy and the healers stayed behind at the refuge, worried eyes praying for our safety. I too prayed for Aslan’s help, as I had done countless times before. I wasn’t even sure what exactly I was praying for, but I kept my eyes closed, simply asking for things to go our way.

Aslan, was I wrong.

Next chapter

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Only Friends Music Ep3 (2/2)

Part one covers the first half of Ep3, or you can find other episodes on my pinned comment.

This is a series of posts taking a closer look at the music of Only Friends. Reminder, Playing with the music is like body language, it moves with the conversation. Verbal says something either through lyrics or something like a song title.

[3/4]

Song: Many Lies Scene: Boston and Nick in Boston’s car Type: Vocal

Some Lyrics:

It's too many lies, too many lies It's too many lies, too many lies It's too many, It's too many, It's too many, Ask 'em a real question, yeah, I bet it's all lies, They won't cross that line for a fact, that's offsides,

Song starts when Boston says “Do you like Top too?” cementing Nick’s suspicions of Boston and Top. He sits quietly, listening to Boston talk about how great Top is, then asks if Boston likes Top and the bassline starts.

Boston stops, says No, he doesn’t like hotness. He likes cuteness like Nick.

Music changes after Nick says “I know” in response. Nick stops Boston from leaving, “what if people ask what we are to each other, what should I say?” “What else can you say? Friend, of course” The snare and hi hat start.

Boston caves, becoming soft to appease Nick. Telling him “You can call our relationship whatever you like” Here Nick seems to look right at the camera for a moment. Nick places the bug while Boston is looking right at him, but not seeing him.

Nick can even be seen subtly rolling his eyes as he gets out of the car. This is when I knew Nick's sulking was on purpose, he was able to plant the wiretap and get Boston to relent. All the while Boston has no clue.

Song: Good Look by Lasse Lyx Scene: Ray comes to talk to Sand as he’s setting up Type: Vocal

Full Lyrics:

Caroline Don't cry baby it's no concern Oh, touch and go Is what I know but I can learn I don't wanna cause trouble I got a real nice attitude I won't fuss I won't struggle It's all very well now, it's all very good It's fun to pretend and we probably should But when I get up the lights come on So take a good look, 'cause soon I'll be gone Yeah, take a picture baby if you wanna last long All time, good high, don't ask me why 'Cause when I get up, the lights come on So take a good look, 'cause soon I'll be gone Yeah take a picture baby if you wanna last long All time, good high, feels good, my mind It's all very well now, it's all very good It's fun to pretend and we probably should 'Cause when I get up the lights come on So take a good look, 'cause soon I'll be gone Yeah, take a picture baby if you wanna last long All time, good high, don't ask me why

Song plays while Ray walks up to talk to Sand as he’s setting up, and continues until Ray walks away, with the lyrics “All time, good high, don’t ask me why”.

Ray is there to feel good for now, and Sand is being swept up with him, even as Sand tries to slow everything down. They’re stuck in their cycle, circling each other, not acknowledging their feelings for each other or to themselves.

Their relationship feel like a play, with a script that might have slight variations, but still is basically the same. Once they stop playing their part, however, the theater lights come on and suddenly they need to face reality.

But right now, It feels good.

The song continues to play through Ray and Mew’s conversation too, with Ray and Mew’s conversation centered on Sand and how Mew can see the feelings Ray has yet to acknowledge. Mew and Ray have also been playing their parts as friends for the past few years. The song abruptly stops when Top walks up.

Song Caught you at the perfect time Scene: Top joins Mew and Ray and asks who hired the band. Type: Verbal

Lyrics in the show:

Damn feeling lucky about my own streets Us two in these sheets Diamonds at my feet Caught up in these talks Circling my head top Should have been more cautious

Lyrics continue:

Now I got what I wanted Many have been here before Made it out of love and more Like when I found a kodak store I can't stop I want it all Listen up I'm caught in you I need you to tell the truth Remember why you wanted to Remember that I said it was you Caught you at the perfect time I was watching it and then? You know what you gonna do But I can never be your friend Got me waiting clear of lies Girl you got me so upended You know what you wanna do So I can never be your friend I’m a man and a man don’t weep Gonna term that eat your greens When you thought you fucked but you do be clean Then you come to the bed and you love real dirty [unknown], you’re real keen Bring it, let me get your juiciest piece can’t remember when I had to say please The sharks at the club never had no boundaries How’s it gonna be, want to eat these [unknown] Where we gonna, you gonna need these calories Giving me a treat, To refill these batteries Then you’re on my bed, on your knees, there’s no other dream Oooh It ‘s sneaking up on yoooou There’s nothing you can dooo Cause things about to boom

This song is interesting because it plays across interactions with a wider range of characters. The opening notes of the song are played over Ray’s disgruntled face at Top’s arrival, and the lyrics come in over Top’s haughty smile “Damn feeling lucky” only a few moments later as he stares at Ray’s disgruntled sigh. The song continues to play as Top glances sideways, see’s Sand, and his expression abruptly changes, the first verse plays over Sand giving Top the middle finger and the line “should have been more cautious” plays quietly as we switch back to Top and the lyrics fade out while the song continues to play behind Tops complaints about the band and Ray’s clear annoyance. The timing of the song continues to feel very intentional as the chorus music comes in as Ray defends his choice of band (“Caught you at the perfect time…But I can never be your friend”)

Given the parallels the show continues to draw about Ray and Top’s rich boy backgrounds (and EP4 Spoilers: drug & alcohol addictions) a song about feeling top of the world while spiraling out of control feels rather fitting. Though parts of the lyrics also feel like they could be hinting at Ray&Sand, Top&Mew and Top&Sand dynamics as well.

@rocketturtle4 Thank you for this section, and the help with the lyrics.

Song: Love by Paradox Scene: Pool Party Type: Vocal

Lyrics as translated by the subtitles in the show:

Oh dear love, please look my way Sometimes we meet on a painful day You stepped in and hugged me gently Oh dear love, my sweet pie You’re beautiful, my heart is lifted up high Sweetheart, where you at, oh dear love, I want to see you so bad

When Sand sings “You stepped in and hugged me gently,” We see Ray and Sand looking at each other. But the camera changes focus to Boston over Ray’s shoulder during the “Oh dear love, my sweet pie” Boston sees Sand singing to Ray, and knows that Ray might be finally getting over Mew. He realizes he needs to get into Ray’s head fast.

Song: Bake That Pie Scene: Boston comes to talk to Ray about Mew Type: Vocal

Boston decides it’s time to push Ray to act and when he leaves Nick to join Ray, Bake that Pie starts. He hits Ray where it hurts, pretending to be sympathetic about Ray’s crush on Mew. He tries to convince Ray to act fast, telling him if he waits Ray will “be just a side character who comes in and comforts him.” Boston the chaos fairy is sowing little toxic Kiss People In Their Sleep seeds.

Want to add, this whole party, Nick is holding on to the bag with his headphones in it, and adjusts it when he notices Boston looking at Ray. Nick doesn’t react much when Boston leaves him, he just watches, probably listening if he can. He's educating himself on how Boston moves with his "friends"

Song: First to fall Toby Tranter Scene: Boston shows Top the picture of Mew and Ray Type: Vocal

Song name suggests that Top is the first to fall to Boston’s manipulation.

Who’s next?

Song: We Will Never Die by Par Hagstrom Scene: Friends closing up the party, Type: Vocal

Lyrics in the show:

I remember when we said everything would happen And we knew we'd never fail, we would never die Wanna forget myself again so that can everything can happen Will you please call me by my name and tell me little lies? We will never die (x4) On an island in thе shade, the city is on fire Kissing water from your face, the sky is in your eyes Don't wanna forget a single day, couldn't really happen Will you please tuck me into this straight and say that we won't die We will never die We will never die Ooh, ooh, it's cold around Ooh, ooh, we're losing ground, yeah Ooh, ooh, they will forget about us Ooh, ooh, as if nothing ever was

While Boston and Nick talk about Nick going home, “Will you please call me by my name and tell me little lies? We will never die” are some of the lyrics that play.

“On an island in the shade, the city is on fire.” Plays when Mew comes to put his arm around Ray. Mew is in the shade while Ray is on "fire". It’s easy for Mew to tell Ray to go after Sand, it’s easy for Mew to say he wants Ray to be happy. For Ray, this is probably pure pain. He isn’t ready for any of Mew’s advice. “Will You please call me by my name and tell me little lies?” Plays when Mew says “I want you to be happy”

So we’ve got parallels between Nick wanting Boston and Ray and Mew, they don’t want their relationship to die (even though it never really started.)

The song abruptly ends When Top says “I’m just taking my boyfriend home”

[4/4]

Song: (Stay) True by Lars Eriksson Scene: Ray and Sand make out in car Type: Vocal

Lyrics in the show:

No matter who or when or what will others say Just find your way And try to stay True And that's not a place where you would like to go I've got cigarettes and brandy Which could come in handy If you just help me loosen up my hand grenade’s fuse Baby don't refuse My truth

Full Lyrics:

Low I'm feeling low Want you to know I ain't got much to show Livin' on slow Gon' creep into my snail shell Until the spring liberates me from my winter hell I've got camels and candy I can be your daddy If you only let me creep into your prison cell Hey baby, can you tell? I'm not a criminal Your choice is seminal I want you To stay true To what's right for you No matter who or when or what will others say Just find your way And try to stay True Let's speak alone Stand in your own Try not to show This life has shone Try not to glow Way down below, oh It's a lot of woe And that's not a place where you would like to go I've got cigarettes and brandy Which could come in handy If you just help me loosen up my hand grenade’s fuse Baby don't refuse My truth Is up to you now, to choose I want you To stay true What's right for you No matter who or when or what will others say Just find a way And try to stay True

Two things, we have the bribing to keep a person to stay, the pleading for them to choose to be with them.

The second thing is weaker, the line “To stay true to What’s right for you, just find a way to stay true”. This could be Ray and Sand being asked to actually do what’s right for them. To go below the surface and to look past the bribes and sex, to actually address their baggage. But since the “what’s right for you” isn’t in the show, this might be too much.

Either way, "you you just help me loosen up my hand grenade's fuse" is a hell of a way to describe having sex with someone you really shouldn't be with.

Song: Goodbye Virginia by Sture Zetterberg

Type: Vocal

Lyrics not in show (except for “Goodbye Virginia”)

Cigarettes on the table Dirty plates on the stove I don’t know if you know where to start But I know where you’d like to be I’m afraid that I’ve lost you ‘Cause you’re hiding from me Yeah, it shows that it’s cost you a lot To be like the rest of us To be like the rest of us I’ve been waiting so long for the storm to arrive I know that it’s in you I know that it’s in you Dancing away with the world in your eyes Oh goodbye Virginia Goodbye Virginia (Ooh) Got your feet on the table And you’re wigglin' your toes You got eyeballing down to an art And it’s working too well, indeed I need someone to talk to When you’re hiding from me Soldier on and just walk through the rain And be like the rest of us Yeah, be like the rest of us I’ve been waiting so long for the storm to arrive I know that it’s in you I know that it’s in you Dancing away with the world in your eyes Oh goodbye Virginia Goodbye Virginia

The song starts with thunder, like the thunder that played when Top left Mew to go to Boston. It’s a sign.

Ray chooses Mew in this moment and Sand feels lost and hurt. He doesn’t know Ray’s connection with Mew, and in EP4, we get it, but Sand still will not. Right now Sand feels like he’s competing against Mew, and later we know he’s been through that before with Top.

The whole song hurts a lot, but I wanted to highlight two parts:

I’m afraid that I’ve lost you ‘Cause you’re hiding from me Yeah, it shows that it’s cost you a lot To be like the rest of us

Ray’s mentally ill, he’s living in a house that has not been redecorated since his mom passed. His knowledge of music doesn’t seem to have expanded past his mom’s collection. He’s even using her coping mechanisms. It costs Ray a lot to be able to cope with life and be like the rest of everyone else.

And the second part:

You got eyeballing down to an art And it’s working too well, indeed

Song: K-sEx by Hank Lotion Scene: Boston and Top in the car Type: Vocal

Not much to say about it other than the song title is very on point and purposeful. And we get more thunder as Top decides to kiss Boston back.

Song: Bird Cry by Iso Indies Scene: Flashback Nick and boston in the car/ Nick listening to Boston and Top Type: Vocal

Lyrics start during the flashback in Boston’s car, and we’re shown Nick planting the bug.

I’ve been listenin' to birds cry I've been viewin’ from a bird's eye Swear I always keep my third eye open I'm focused If it's real, you know it's gon' come back This that season, but this no come back If you let go, then please don't run back 'Cause if it ain’t love, then we don’t want that

First verse, in the context of the show, a metaphor for spying, being “educated”. The second verse along with the tweets are JoJo and the writers begging Nick to let Boston go.

Thank you for reading this far! Quick recap.

We've got Nick's songs turning from mostly wordless techno to HipHop or K-pop. He's begging Boston to see him as He sees Boston as his replica.

Boston's songs are still mostly wordless.

Top and Mew got more songs that sound happy but the words are not. Top and Mew look like they're doing fine, on the surface.

Ray and Sand are stuck in a cycle, each acting out their own parts to the play.

Thank you @rocketturtle4 and @shouldiusemyname for editing and sound lyrics!

Here's a link to my pinned comment if you want to see other episodes!

#Only friends meta #only friends the series #ofts #only friends #only friends music #only friends ost #Plant's OFTS Music

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jaeyeol-be · 7 months

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hi all! i'm coral, and i go by she/her pronouns <3 it's my first time doing any sort of rp on tumblr, but i'm excited to try it out!

this is jeon jaeyeol, my first ever muse ᵔᴗᵔ he's a studio delta wannabe, part-time flower shop worker, and university student! feel free to read up on his bio here (and i'll throw some more details under the cut)

give this post a ♡ if you'd like to plot! my dms are always open, and i'm always active on my discord as well (feel free to ask for it!)

he was born in '03, and lived a relatively quiet life in the suburbs of daegu as the only child of a close-knit family that ran a flower shop. as such, jaeyeol has a deep connection to flowers, and prefers to arange bold and striking bouquets

his love for dance blossomed while copying the choreography of idol groups he saw growing up

jaeyeol can be a bit impulsive, especially when it comes to dyeing his hair. he's already had blue and red so far (rip to his scalp soon </3)

he is a third year biology student in seoul national university (snu). his parents were okay with him pursuing becoming a trainee, so long as he doesn't neglect his studies

while he's only fluent in korean, jaeyeol wants to learn other languages like english, japanese, mandarin, spanish, and french to better connect to other people. he has a bunch of half-finished language learning exercise books and a 74 day streak on duolingo to attest to it

plots points ➜

friends to friends with benefits

anything related to school/campus life!

dancing and training, scenes, can include deep introspective talks about life and why they want to be in the spotlight

a flower shop scene, filled with poorly made flower puns and the brightest bouquet you've ever seen in your life

if romantic, the most excruciating slow burn to have ever slow burned, filled with angst, miscommunication, overthinking, banging your head against the wall, shoujo manga worthy fluff, crying when their pinkies touch, crying (not good) THEMES, dissacociation, and more!

i'll add more to this when i get better at krp i promise ;v;

#be:intro #[ ➜ ooc ]#[ ➜ visualizer ]#[ ➜ about jaeyeol ]

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fckwritersblock · 2 years

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How I Meet Your Auntie

Part 1: The Other Guy

Sam Wilson x black reader

Description: for the longest time Sam had been the other guy. The guy making moves both big and small behind the scene. But what if he was more?

Warning: this is a slow burn . But I will link all the additional parts here don’t worry. Eventual smart per usual.

A/N: While we’re getting into how they met this is always an introductory to the reader

This is gonna be a 3 mini part series. Maybe 4 but we’ll see. No beta.

(Unedited.)

The place was pretty empty. Deserted in fact, looking as if no one should be there at all. That's what made it a great hiding spot. No one would think to check for them there. This was all that was left from the good of S.H.I.E.L.D. The remaining agents that were alive who hadn't gone into hiding. In the corner of the downsized 'facility' were two persons separated by two glass boarders. The only sound that could be heard was whispering between the injured and his visitor.

"Can we tell them now?"

"No."

"....how about now?"

"No."

"Now-"

"Y/n!"

"Nick!"

He gave her a look which made her roll her eyes.

"Sorry. Fury!" She repeated.

"Will you stop pacing? You're giving me a bigger headache than I already have." The man groaned shifting the position of his head on the pillow of the hospital bed.

"I can't help it, I'm nervous." Y/n sighed, plopping down in the cushioned seat next to his bed, "I just- you didn't see their faces."

"Neither did you, you've been here with me." Fury deadpanned.

"I know but Maria said-" Y/n was cut off.

"It isn't time yet Y/n and you know it. If the world is to believe I'm dead, it has to be everyone." Fury explained once more. "HYDRA has been deeply rooted in S.H.I.E.L.D for quite some time now. To expose us now is dangerous."

"How do you know I'm not dangerous? "

She wasn't a danger, not to him at least. While Fury didn't trust many people, he was 100% sure he could trust Y/n. Not just because of their close history, but because he knew she was genuinely a good person.

"Look, how about you go ahead and meet up with them." He suggested instead of answering her question. "See for yourself that they are okay after the run in with Zola."

"Are you sure?" She stood to her feet, grabbing his hand. "I'm not sure about leaving you alone."

Glancing out the glass window around the small facility she wearily took in the few agents left. While she didn't trust them, Fury did. Usually it meant something, but after he was nearly killed, Y/n was no longer sure if his trust in people meant anything.

"He's not. He has me."

Maria Hill stood in the door way offering Y/n a small smile. With a nod in her direction, Y/n smiled back before looking back at Fury.

"Take it easy sir. I'll be in touch with the both of you."

Walking past agent Hill she stopped as Hill grabbed her hand.

" Be careful." Hill gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I'll keep you posted." Y/n agreed with a nod before departing.

Breaking into the home was fairly easy. It was clear whoever it was Steve and Natasha found refuge with didn't have any enemies. They were either really skilled or stupid to not have any form of protection. As soon as he threw the first punch, Y/n knew which of the two he was.

Stupid.

It was a clumsy punch, one that she evaded with ease. Ducking out of the way, she blocked the next with her forearm pushing him back slightly. Deciding to end this pointless battle Y/n prepared for the mans next throw.

Right arm elongated she caught his fist. With her free hand she landed 3 quick punches -1st to the abdomen, 2nd to the chest, 3rd to the face-

Before flipping him over her shoulder and onto the floor where he landed with a loud thud.

"Shit."

Groaning Sam rolled around slightly, trying to figure out how he got his ass handed to him so quickly. Through small slits he peered up at the caramel complected beauty that stood over him, wondering where the angel came from.

"Gets them every time." She grinned a little placing her hands one her hips.

"Nice to see you no longer throw your punches."

Turn her head quickly, Y/n relaxed at the sight of Natasha who now stood in the doorway of the dining room.

"I had really great teachers." she winked.

Hearing the commotion, Steve also made his way into the area, a look of confusion on his face once he saw Sam on the lying there slightly rolled.

"What happened to you?" He questioned his friend.

"Me? Oh. No. Nothing man. I'm good. This is my thinking spot." Sam waved off still lying on the floor. "Can I ask you something? Does everyone who comes after you guys look like her?"

It was then the Captain noticed there was someone else in the room. His eyes locked with hers, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

"Uncle Steve," Y/n greeted with a wide smile.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?"

"Eh, I had a feeling you were going to do something dumb and stupid." She shrugged as Steve helped his friend up as she hugged Natasha.

"Eh, we've done worse." Nat shrugged when the pulled apart.

"Budapest." The two friends shared a laugh, Y/n turning to Steve who had yet to take his eyes off of her.

"Bring it in old man!" Y/n stepped forward smiling.

The embrace between Steve and Y/m was filled with love as they both seemed to relax into the hug. When S.H.I.E.L.D fell, they weren't together and even though they couldn't didn't show they're concerns, they were there. Knowing the other was okay was one thing, but seeing it right before your eyes was relieving. After all, all they had left was each other.

"I'm glad you're okay." Steve spoke kissing the side of her head.

"You too. You know I worry."

Feeling eyes on her, she shifted her brown orbs in the direction of the man she didn't know. "Whose the other guy?"

"Hi. Sam Wilson." He greeted holding his hand out for her to shake. "and uh......your uncle?"

"Son. Just don't." Steve held his hand out as a warning.

"Uh huh. Well," Sam scratched the back of his neck glancing at the hero and to assassins. " I made breakfast if you guys eat that kind of thing."

While Natasha and Steve sat at the table, Y/n leaned against the kitchen counter. Sam, who was going through a bunch of files, started up more conversation.

Y/n Rogers was a very distant relative to the Captain America. Believed to be an only child, the name should've died along with Steve. However, he wasn't an only child. His father had fathered another child, one whom he met at his fathers funeral. A half brother, Joseph Rogers the second, who later sought him in their late teens, Joseph being the eldest by 2 years.

Her grandfather, however frowned upon, unapologetically married a black woman. Together, that union brought about Y/n’s mom, Scarlet. Her mom raised her a single mother, before unfortunately passing away from an illness when she was only 12. From there, her grandparents both raised her. The pair passed when she was 25, her grandmother first, her grandfather following suit shortly after. If you ask her she believed it was from a broken heart. however fat, she believed they would get it and that alone bought her peace. Still good no remaining family, Y/n was alone.

So when Steve woke up from his icy slumber he looked up his estranged family. Imagine his surprise when the only remaining member turned out to be little ole Y/n.

“He found me at the end of my first tour.”

“Army?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Airforce. JAG.” She answered.

"Finding you wasn't the problem. It's getting rid of you." Steve commented playfully.

"Rude. You love me."

"Debatable. Is it Wednesday?"

A small smirk on her face, Natasha couldn't help but observe the interaction between Steve and his niece. Whenever they got together, she felt like she was seeing the real Steve. scarlet bought out a side of him they didn't get to see too often

“Of course that was just a cover.” Natasha teased making Y/n laugh at what Sam and Steve could only assume was a memory the two women shared.

"I met Nat a few years back when I was working for Tony."

“Stark?”

“That would be the one.” She laughed. “I was caught hacking into his Iron Man database.”

“Why?” Sam asked perplexed.

For..fun?” She smirked before continuing. “ Anyway, he gave me a job and when Natasha came in as an assistant clicked. When her cover was ‘blown’ she told me she thought I had potential and asked if I wanted to do something more.”

“I taught her everything she know," smirked Natasha.

As she leaned back in her chair to stretch she winced slightly.

You okay?" Asked Steve.

A 'yes' came from Natasha, while 'no' came from Y/n.

"It's nothing I'm fine." Shook off the red head.

"Nat, let me see."

“Y/n.”

“Natasha.”

“Fight me.” Natasha said after letting out a groan.

"Your out of shape right now. I'll kick your ass. Now, let me see."

Reluctantly shows her wound, which Y/n begins to examine.

"Ribs are slightly bruised. This cut is going to need stitches."

Not only was she extremely beautiful, smart, she was resourceful. Good with her hands. Everything about her was sexy to him.

"Sam....Sam....Sam!"

"Huh?" He coughed as he snapped back to reality.

"Do you have something I can stitch this up with?" Y/n asked sweetly.

"Uh sure."

Discreetly his eyes scanned the faces of his companions;

- Natasha was stifling a laugh

- Steve was not so subtlety glaring at him

- Y/n wore her best poker face leading Sam to believe she hadn't noticed him staring.

She had.

"So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha asked as Y/n stitches her up.

"Pierce." Chorused the Rogers.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." Y/n added.

"But he's not working alone," Steve continued. "Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star."

"So was Jasper Sitwell." Frowned the Russian.

"So, the real question is," Y/n began after pulling down Natasha's shirt having finished patching the assassin up. "how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?"

"The answer is: you don't." In the perfect moment for a mic drop, Sam dropped a huge folder in front of Steve.

"What's this?" Steve curiously began to pick through the files.

“ Call it a resume.” Samc winked in Y/n direction when she glanced at him curiously.

Natasha picks up a photo of Sam with his para-rescue team.

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you.” She then directed her next statement at Steve. “You didn't say he was a para-rescue.”

Steve Rogers: Is this Riley?

Sam Wilson: Yeah.

“I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs.” Natasha recalled.

“ What did you use, a stealth chute?” Quizzed Y/n directing her attention from the files to Sam.

“No. These.”

The next older Sam handed the trio consisted of several photos of him as the falcon. The full mission report as well as how effective him and his wings were in combat.

“I thought you said you're a pilot?” Steve raised an eyebrow at Sam, recalling their previous conversation.

“I never said a pilot.”

“Impressive.” Y/n voices with a grin.

“I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help.” Sam spoke with enthusiasm l. “There's no better reason to get back in.”

Steve mulled over for just a minute before: “Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”

"The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall." Sam informed them as if the 12 inch wall would stop them.

Steve looked at Nat and Y/n who both shrugged.

"Shouldn't be a problem." Steve stated nonchalantly.

"I could use a warm up." Y/n confirmed.

"Sorry about your face." Y/n apologies feeling a little bad about the bruise she caused under his right eye.

"Don't worry, it'll never happen again." Sam stated indefinitely.

"At least it's still a nice face." She winked at him before following after her uncle and Natasha.

Thankful his skin was just the right shade of brown to mask his blush.

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I decided to start this far back because I don’t feel like Sam got enough love back in today. Not the way he should’ve so I am planning to break everything down from the beginning to where we are now, with TFAWS.

This is a slow burn, I repeat this is a slow burn.

Xoxo

#sam wilson x black!reader #black!reader #black writer #black female reader #marvel imagine #sam wilson smut #sam wilson imagine #black reader imagine #tfatws #tfaws imagine #bucky x black!reader #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #steve rodgers x reader

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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A Taste of Heaven Part 4

A dessert called vanilla slice is mentioned, this is a crazy yummy Australian sweet. If you've never had it, look for a country women's asocation recipe.

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Part 3

Contains: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

2,223 Words

Comment if you want to be tagged.

After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.

When you got to the museum, there were police cars and fire trucks everywhere and an ambulance at the door. You ran up to the back, Bob the security guard was on a gurney, his head bleeding and his hands wrapped.

"Oh my God what happened?" Bob's face fell, "five men broke in. I tried to fight them off but they hit me over the head. I tried to put out the fires but.." He lifted his bandaged hands. "None of that matters, I'll make sure you keep your job. No matter how much the exhibits are worth, you're worth more."

You walked into your department only to be greeted by a mess of burnt paper and twisted metal. Half the exhibits had been burnt to the ground and the others were smashed to pieces.

A police officer came up to you, her voice was soft but she seemed rushed, "do you have any idea who would have done this?" You were lost for words, "there were protesters here today, try them. When can we start cleaning up?"

She was writing in her notepad, "not for a few days, this place is a crime scene and it needs to be processed." You closed your eyes, willing the vision in front of you to go away.

"My friend has been badly hurt, there are millions of dollars of damage here, and thousands of priceless artefacts ruined. You need a special team to help you or you'll do more damage."

She waved over her partner, "we'll get right on that, once I've taken your statement you can go home."

You gave your statement to an uncaring officer, "so the last thing you said to these people before you left was inflammatory?" You clenched your jaw, "yes, but I'm not the only one who firebombed a public building, quit blaming me and do your job."

You walked away, sitting down at your half-broken desk and called Hvitserk.

"Can you come and pick me up please." Hvitserk could hear the distress in your voice, "I'll be there as soon as I can.

Hvitserk must have sped because he was there in record time. When he got there, you were sitting on the curb, the department having been shut down for crime scene techs.

Seeing him running up to you was the last straw, between all the fundraiser and the new menu, the mess with protests, all the projects and then this, it was too much. Hvitserk was kneeling at your feet and pulling you into his arms

"It's horrible, decades long projects destroyed, irreplaceable artifacts gone and millions of dollars in damage. The money for the fundraiser won't even cover half of it. I'll be lucky if any of us have jobs after this. And Bob, poor Bob, he has a family to feed and he can't work."

Hvitserk hugged you tighter, "we'll sort it out, I'll call my father and he'll get our lawyers onto it. No one's going to lose their job and the department will be rebuilt." You went to interput, "my family is worth almost a hundred million dollars combined y/n, any costs here will be a drop in the ocean."

"But…" He pulled away enough to hold your head in his hands, "no buts, you might as well accept the help now because if you go at this alone you will hurt everyone. You will break Ubbe's heart if you don't let him help you and Ivar will never speak to you again."

You nodded, "ok, can we go home now?" He helped you up, "sure, I put on some chiken soup and run you a bath too, how does that sound?"

"I'd like that."

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Hvitserk cooked while you had a quick shower and then a soak in the bath, you could smell the roast chicken coming through the house. When you came down to the dining room, he was just putting on the finishing touches.

"You feeling better?" You nodded softly, "sort of, I'm so worried about Bob, they said his burn might be third degree, I've known him since I started working there just after college, he wrote me a letter recommending me for the head position." Hvitserk put the bowl down and brought his hands to your face.

"You're in shock, you had to deal with the protesters today and now this. You need food and sleep. Our lawyer will be here tomorrow to make sure the cops don't screw you and the department over and then you can get to cleaning up. We can even hold another fundraiser."

You went to oppose again but Hvitserk wasn't having it. "That's enough, we've been over this." He put the bowl in front of you and sat down, your legs touching.

You picked up a spoon of chicken soup and blew to cool it down, "this is really good." He smiled, "Helga, Floki's wife started up a business that gets home-cooked food to people in need, this is one of her most popular recipes."

"I hope no one thinks I'm taking advantage of you, I had no idea your family was so wealthy." Hvitserk shook his head aggressively, "are you kidding me? After everything you've done for us. Being Ubbe's friend for all those years, getting Ivar into that clinical trial, letting me live here without being asked. We would never think that."

You nodded, "I could never show how grateful I am for all of you." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed himself into you

"You don't have to, we know."

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Hvitserk spent the night in your room, holding you while you slept. But while you got a sleep born from bone-deep exhaustion, he seethed with rage.

He knew how hard you worked, it's all he heard for Ubbe when he talked about you. He knew how much you cared for your colleagues, you were very open about it. There was no way he was going to let it slide.

He managed to get a few hours before you had to wake up and met the lawyers, they were coming to your home along with some of Hvitserk's family. You had just finished your morning coffee when they arrived, "Hello Dr y/n, I'm Harold and this is my brother Halfdan, we're the Lothbroks' lawyer. Can we come in?"

You waved them inside, Ubbe, Bjorn and Aslaug following after, "I'm sorry that this is the first time some of you are seeing our home." Aslaug waved her hand, "there's nothing to fret about, it's happened this way for a reason."

That was cryptic but Hvitserk said his mother had a way of knowing things. "I've already looked over everyone's statements, it looks like an open and shut case of break and enter, arson and felony property damage. Do you know why the protesters were there?"

You nodded, "we just released an exhibit on the foods of early America, needless to say, the honest look at our history offended a lot of people." Harold showed you a photo, "do you know this man?" You nodded, "yeah he's a conservative radio host, he spend a whole week complaining when the museum put on an institute-wide exhibit on the history of prisons in the US."

Harold looked at his brother, "this man may have instigated the incident." You shook your head, "does that mean he has to pay for everything to be fixed?" Harold clapped his hands, "yes and you'll be pleased to know that the museum has also taken us on. We'll be suing him not only on your behalf but on behalf of the security guard who was hurt and the museum."

Ok something was up

"This only happened last night and the museum has its own lawyers, what's going on here? You have more information than typical for the timeline and you already have a suspect. Not even the cops are that far along.

Aslaug smiled, "we never intended to tell you but the large donations you received were from us. Lagertha and I have donated millions the women's history department but that pales in compassion to how much we have given collectively. They have every reason to accept our help."

This was overwhelming, "fucking shit, I applaud you for never telling a soul but I would have liked to have sent you a fruit basket." She laughed, "well you're coming to dinner on Saturday so if you bring one of your cakes that's all the thanks we need."

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Saturday morning came and you got up early to start baking, "how's Bob?" Hvitserk came behind you, wrapping his arms around your body, "much much better, he should be back at work in two months." Hvitserk put his chin on your shoulder, "thank the Gods. What are you going to bake?" You were chopping the butter for the puff pastry.

"Vanilla slice, I learned the recipe when I went to Australia to learn about bush tucker which is part of the diet of first nation Australians." Hvitserk reached past you and swiped a bit of custard off the spoon.

"Shit this is good." You giggled, "wait till I add the pasty and the passion fruit icing, it will blow your mind." Hvitserk turned his head, pressing kisses to your neck.

"Really, I've thought we should do an international dessert menu. Is it a grandma's recipe or a supermarket thing?" You could feel how warm his skin was, "grandma, all the way. The woman who taught me got the passion fruit from here backyard, it grows over there like a weed."

Hvitserk was pretty insistent that the only dishes served came from people's homes. One of his hands rubbed your hip, "I swear woman, you are a wellspring of information." The hand on your hip moved to lift your shirt, "can the cooking wait?"

You shook your head, "Vitty, I'm making butter puff, you know it can't." He lips grazed your ear, "put the dough in the fridge and get back to it later, I've done it a million times before."

You giggled, "I need to get this done, if I stop now, I can't guarantee you'll be able to leave the bedroom." His eyebrows went up, "oh really, is there something you had in mind?" You turned, kissing him on the lips, "so so much, but we need to have a conversation about some things before it gets there." Hvitserk nodded, "I'd like that."

You gave him one last kiss, "great, now I need to get back to cooking, I promised your mum."

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"Oh hello, it's so good to see you again." Ragnar wrapped you in his embrace, "the pleasure is all mine, I can't thank you enough for all your help." He waved his hand, "nonsense, you have been a faithful friend to my sons, we should be thanking you."

Lagertha appeared behind her husband and took the slice from your arms, "fridge?" You nodded, "please, it's meant to be served cold."

The dinner was lovely. Everyone helped with the cooking and the table was full of food when you were ready to sit down and eat. "I wish parents taught their kids like you guys did, running tours for boys highschool is like pulling teeth."

Lagertha laughed, "I can imagine, what's the most ridiculous question you've been asked?" You could recall so many, "how do you tell the difference between salt and sugar. He didn't even think about tasting it." Ivar shook his head, "the idiocy must get frustrating."

"Not really, kids ask silly questions all the time, and I don't really believe in stupid questions. It's the adults that get to me." Bjorn nodded in agreement, "yeah, adults always say the most stupid thing when I teach the survival classes."

You shook your head, "I'll just bet, what the worst question you've been ask?" Bjorn screwed up his face with an unpleasant memory, "a whole lot of poop and sex questions." You cringed, "oh gross, but I will say there's a lot of sex questions at work too."

Hvitserk's face was just a little pink, "any questions about how to poison someone?" Of course Ivar would ask that, "hell yeah, I passed two people on to the police because I suspected they were planning on killing someone, I was right both times."

Their eyes went wide, "shit, reminded me never to piss you off." You laughed, "don't worry Siggy, I'd never adulterate food, it's your drinks you'd have to watch."

The rest of the night went on much the same, each of you sharing silly stories about work and the people you had met along the way. By the time you had to go home, you were yawning every few minutes.

"Thank you so much for having me." They all gave you warm smiles, "we're glad you could come. We expect you to be here the same time next week."

Hvitserk drove home, when you got in you were ready to sleep. "you want me to spend the night with you again?" You nodded, you had been sharing a bed since the break in. "yes please, no funny business."

He smiled, "never, we have to talk about it before hand anyway." You pressed a kiss to your lips.

"How about in the morning?" He nodded, "great."

Part 5

Tag list:@kelly1buck2ats @sapphicmal @profoundtyrantharmony @malevolentmagnificence @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @istorkyou

This feels like a nothing chapter, I would love your feedback.

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christianwolfganglindner · 1 year

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🌈 so this is my main blog now i guess 🌈

hi, i'm lindner, i'm an autistic artist from germany!

i also have some fandom blogs for my not-so german fandoms:

chilling adventures of sabrina/riverdale - @pops-choclit-shoppe //

stranger things - @scoops-ahoe //

h2o just add water - @juicenet-cafe //

reblogging dump blog for every single viagra ad i see - @official-viagrawerbungen //

adding supernatural soon //

adding bbc sherlock soon //

adding twilight soon //

and some others, tho i will be posting a little of those on here as well.

i am a multilingual fucker and i'll try to keep my blog in english for the most part. i want to make my posts accessible for as many ppl as possible even if they dont speak german, but there will be some other languages thrown in sometime, so don't be startled by that.

this blog will mostly contain these fandoms and postings:

- german stuff and memes in general

- fun stuff abt german politicians and culture

- writing, poetry, fanfic, prose etc.

- some pen & paper roleplay stuff (critical role, dimension 20)

- modern talking stuff (mostly just me simping for thomas and being happy to posess the knowledge that dieter bohlen used to be in the german communist party in his younger years)

- die ärzte stuff (for those who don't know: they're one of like 3 german punk bands that's been around for forever, mostly just the 90s and 80s stuff; knowing they're also just a bunch of privileged white men)

- generally lots of older media and pop culture stuff from the 50s to 2000s

- how to sell drugs online (fast) content (just me being in love with dan tbh)

- memes and other pretty pictures i find interesting

- die wilden kerle fandom stuff (a german kids/tween book/movie series about a group of kids fighting neighbourhood gang wars by playing soccer; also there's very gaycoded vampires), mostly simping for gonzo, vanessa and darkside, and memes about jimi blue ochsenknecht

- some political theory, primarily anarchism and climate activism

- tatort content (a german crime show called "crime scene") and tatortreiniger content (a german show about a crime scene cleaner dude called "the crime scene cleaner")

- russian/polish/soviet/gdr kids' cartoons (Ну погоди, Смешарики, Кот Леополд, Простоквашено, етц.)

- queer stuff, specifically a lot of polyamory content

feel free to send me asks about anything related to these ✌️

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i am very happy to block frustrating people. it's okay to have differing opinions and i am very glad to exchange them with you respectfully if you do, however please DNI if you're:

a terf, truscum, pro ana/eating disorder blog, right-winger, looking for a hookup, planning to insult me in some way, queerphobic/polyphobic/transphobic, ableist, against reproductive rights, a climate change or coronavirus denier, an antivaxxer/antimasker, or generally just an uncomfortable person lmao. please just leave me alone.

your opinion has its place, but that place is not in my reblogs and not in my DMs.

#lindner talks #pinned post #pinned #info post

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this-is-krikkit · 1 year

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Oi Krikkit 💖💖

I hope you're alright & not too tired by your long shifts !!

I'm here for the fic writer's game [I picked 3 emojis because I'm really curious 👀]

1- 🤡

2- 🎶

3- 🤲

Kith 😘

hey Val! i'm exhausted, but it's a little better than it was at the end of 2022 i guess? i promise i'll try and stop complaining about it haha

thanks for the ask, i hope you're doing well too!!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

i once wrote a fic (that i never finished btw oops) about a character that's an absolute disaster (Root from person of interest) trying to charm a character from a totally different show (Lisbon from the mentalist). except the disaster one's just been wounded, so it goes pretty much like this:

character A: cheesy flirty introduction

character B : flustured/lowkey kinda falling for A

character A: passes out on the floor from the pain/blood loss

it was a while back and that fic is definitely not my best, but to this day i think that was hilarious of me.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

almost always when i'm at home! it helps me zone out of Reality and focus on certain scenes. added bonus, when i feel an idea slipping away like those fuckers often do, replaying the song i just listened to is usually a great way to jog my memory and get it back! (one good thing i learned from a decade in college! yay)

these days i've been playing the shit out of castle of glass by linkin park, and since you're a fellow levihan shipper, i can't recommend enough having a listen. it's... literally levihan in the 2nd part of s4, and it breaks my heart every single time (might use some lyrics as a fic title before part3 gets released, because it's THAT fitting)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I was REALLY nervous anyone would ask that one, because i'm such a pro at modifying even key parts of my drafts right before posting stuff?? but okay, here we go. this is from an snk veterans college AU that i'm not going to finish or post anytime soon:

It's four in the afternoon and Hange just woke up, which their mother would no doubt qualify as a great shame when the day's weather has been so splendid –at least according to Nanaba and Mike, who have been blasting their phone to try and get them to come out with them.

They chuckle fondly. Of course those assholes liked nothing more than to spend their worst hangovers going out for a run at ungodly hours in the morning when Hange was still walking that fine line between still a bit drunk and entering the despair of post-alcohol consumption dehydration, and then exposing their sensitive eyes to way too much daylight for the sake of long term health and detoxifying their bodies.

Masochists.

They scroll down the long list of texts, quickly scanning it and surprised to see even Erwin Always-too-busy Smith replied to the group chat saying he had a free day as well and wouldn't mind spending it in the sun; and finally cave to give into what they'd really intended to do in the first place.

Their heart beating wildly against their ribcage, they get their finger to tap on the other app. Levi's profile picture is surrounded by the familiar orange and purple glint of a new story addition, and Hange's so quick to click on it they sigh at themself –before they lay eyes on the content and it turns into a pathetic pained moan instead.

send me some emoji fanfic writer asks!

#thank you for the ask this was super fun!!#sorry the snippet is so short that was a STRESSFUL ONE to answer aaah #sidenote VERY good gif choice bc a) it's one of my fave hange moments & b) i'm currently writing a one shot that happens that very day!#youre-ackermine #mutuals #asks #levihan fanfiction #snk fanfiction #well not only but that's my main fandom these days so #my stuff #writing stuff

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chill-pills-yandere-haven · 2 years

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God is Overworked, Underpaid, and Touchstarved. Triple threat! Pt. 3

An: More of a world building filler here because my brain had no idea how we would even get to the party scene and I like Cavern appreciation. Also I got a zhongli and a Diluc con within three pulls! So you can bet I'll have more geo daddy stuff out soon. (And by geo daddy stuff I mean cuddles with zhongli and purring dragon zhongli because yes)

Tw: Not really anything here I think but it's Sagau so religious themes and yanderes.

You should've known that the place would be huge.

When Zhongli said that you were in an underground cavern, you thought that at its largest it would be around the size of Springvale in the game. What you were met with, was practically a golden underground palace the size of Mondstadt city and Liyue Harbour in full size.

After you had decided on your clothing, you told Zhongli and Araashita (the only two with you as the others sort of just decided to go after a look from the two of them) that you wanted to explore. Zhongli immediately offered to be your guide, saying that it would be very easy to get lost if it was just you and Araashita. Araashita somehow activated the game system for you and now you had a minimap of the cavern. Part of you felt as though they had some kind of silent rivalry, but brushed it off in favour of more exploration.

The damn thing was so huge that your 'acolytes', as they've been calling themselves, even got Aether to create temporary waypoints just so they could get everywhere. According to Zhongli, there were waypoints in the Kitchen, Ballroom, Throne room, Command center, Treasury, and the main entrance to the cavern. You planned to first raid the kitchen.

Zhongli had told you that the ceremony/party/event thing would be happening in about an hour. This meant that you probably shouldn't go and stuff yourself with food and just wait until the party, but if you found something you liked then screw it.

Part of the place felt... Familiar to you.

Walking through the halls of the cavern felt as though you were walking through some ancient city. On the majority of the walls were various patterns and pictures made of what seemed to be gold. The majority of the pictures seemed to be telling stories about you. Cor lapis lit the halls as it was embedded in the ceiling.

Zhongli guided you two while explaining the history of the cavern. It had been known as the "First Touch of Holiness" as it had supposedly the first thing the All-Creator had given life to. Now you understood why it was familiar.

This was your first Mihoyo assignment.

You had been tasked with implementing some ideas for underground areas and given the cave you were now walking through to use. It was easy enough, you just had to figure out how to open the area to the player using a simple puzzle. This then became the base code for opening up most underground areas.

Zhongli continued, telling you that after you 'left the cavern in the hands of the people of Teyvat', scholars saw it as a divine place. You probably forgot to reset the code back to after you were done working on it, leaving it open. At most times, it was heavily guarded by humans and immortals alike, all wanting to keep their creator's sacred place sacred. Before your arrival, it was used for storing offerings and scriptures about and for you, a sort of ultimate place of worship. Parts of it though were intended as your dwellings once you graced Teyvat with your presence.

When they found out that you were coming, they completely transformed the place into the perfect home for you, their wonderful God.

Passing by a picture of you looking over Liyue Harbour, you found a river resurfacing. If you remembered correctly, this stream would lead you further into the cavern. Your bedroom had been just behind the heart of the cavern, a beautiful pool of water that you used to use for luck rituals. You would throw one of your characters into the pool before you tested out big pieces of code.

Giving a little chuckle about the memory, you put your hand in the water. It began to glow and shimmer seeming to mirror your happiness. Zhongli observed you with a curious look and Araashita smiled and raised an eyebrow at your actions.

The rowboat!

There used to be a prototype for the waveriders, instead of your character disappearing, they would turn into your traveller and row a dinky little boat. You sometimes used it to traverse the Cavern as you found it to be faster and more amusing than walking. Mihoyo ended up scrapping the idea, but you still had the code.

"Zhongli, did you guys do anything to the river?" All you had to do was make sure that you wouldn't meet a dead-end if you went down the river

"Of course not, your grace! We would never deface any of your creations. Though we do use the water at the heart of the cavern and river water as holy water, " Zhongli explained. You were sure that the water here would just be regular water, but due to its origin, it was regarded as sacred.

"And, as I recall, the placement of each of the rooms here is based on the river's geography... Oh, I see what you're doing, using the boat stuff that's been lying around, aren't you?" Araashita added to Zhongli's statement, with a tone that made you think that they were trying to one-up each other.

In response, you gave Araashita a knowing smile. He made a little hand motion that you remembered from the time he brought up that floating screen. After copying the motion, the screen came up in front of you. After getting to the code where Genshin was, you began to work.

You copy-pasted the boat code into it and now all you needed was coordinates. You asked Araashita if he knew what the coordinates of this place were. Surprisingly, he was able to give you an exact range of spots that would allow the boats to spawn.

With a splash, there were now three boats in the once glowing river ready to board.

This would be fun!

"Hey, just wondering, but, Araashita, would any of the characters here know you? Like Kaeya or Childe due to your back story? You know, in the same way you remember events?" You questioned as you rowed the small boat.

From behind you, he answered, "well they might, or they might not, I'm not too sure either. But there definitely is some chance they would recognize me."

After a short while, you had all made it to the kitchen. Riding in the boats had made the whole journey a lot more fun. Araashita and Zhongli had been trying to splash each other and race at the same time, while you were just interested in looking around at the scenery.

From the perspective of the river, the kitchen looked like something you'd find in a child's dollhouse. It was as though you were looking inside one too, the walls all complete except for the one on the riverside. You got out of the boat, everyone getting out after you.

Though people ran around, clearly busy, they all stopped to greet you. The person who you were pretty sure was head chef greeted you very formally and told you that you and your companions could take whatever you wanted.

You looked through the kitchen for anything you could eat. The kitchen had copious amounts of practically every ingredient in Teyvat. You picked up a couple of cookies that you quickly found were to your liking, Zhongli watching you and Araashita looking for food himself. Araashita picked up a few sunsettias and place them in a small book-bag like pack. You passed your uneaten cookies to him and he stored them as well, the items seeming to disappear.

"We should probably head to the welcoming ceremony now, it's almost time."

You all agreed with Araashita, getting back in the boats with him leading you three this time.

"Hey, Zhongli, just how many people will be at this party thing anyway?" You asked, curious. You hoped it wasn't a lot, even before the pandemic you were never really the best at socializing. Plus, you hadn't gone out and interacted with anyone for quite a while since the pandemic.

"Of course, the other archons and all seven nations political leaders, but the event is completely open to anyone wishing to celebrate the coming of the all-creator. Though there has been an extreme influx of people coming to Liyue, so you can expect at least a thousand people to be attending," Zhongli answered from behind. At that, you involuntarily made a sound akin to a sad dog whimpering.

A thousand people.

At least a thousand people.

"Are you alright, your grace?" Zhongli questioned. No, you were not alright.

"Well uh, yeah, yeah I'm totally fine. I should probably mention that not exactly that good at people, since you know, shut in programmer and all that haha."

Araashita decided to step in, "Don't worry, I'll cover everything for you. I can make sure that you're comfortable throughout the whole event, 'kay, babe?" Again with the random nicknames, you blushed just a little and muttered your thanks.

"If you're comfortable with it, I can also accompany you throughout the ceremony to make sure everything goes smoothly," Zhongli rowed behind you, watching you with a soft smile.

"Yeah, yeah, that would be nice."

A few minutes later, you all were finally there.

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How Genshin Impact characters would react to someone flirting with you || (Liyue)

Hello everyone! I apologize for the wait but I finally finished the Liyue version ٩( ᐛ )و I was originally supposed to divide it into 2 parts but then I decided against it ( ͡°³ ͡°). Part 3 will probably be uploaded in 3 days. But in the meantime, enjouy reading! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

-E <3

Zhongli ❌💸

How he'd react to someone flirting with you really just depends on his mood

He doesn't really interfere because he knows you can handle it yourself

You two have had the person flirting with you pay or discount something you both bought on more than one occasion and he's not even ashamed of it

"Ah, my lady. Your beauty is simply etheral."

The shop owner said as you examined the jade.

You looked up from the Noctilucous Jade and met Zhongli's eyes. Completely ignoring the owner.

Zhongli's put the Jade onto the table and reached into his pouch for Mora.

Though, once he opened it; he grimaced. Once you saw his expression you realized that neither of you had enough Mora to pay for the Jade.

You cringed as you saw the amount of Mora in the pouch and looked back at the shop owner to apologize.

That was, before an idea clicked into your mind.

You then berought forth the most charming and flirtatious face you could muster and smiled at the shop owner.

"My deepest apologies Sir, but I don't think we'll be able to buy from you today. " You sighed.

The owner widened his eyes at your statement and quickly replied with

"Oh no, it's fine your can just pay any amount you have now and come back to pay for the rest! "

"Thank you so much Sir, I am forever in your debt for this. " You said as you grabbed his hands.

The owner was completely smothered by now, he had completely forgotten Zhongli's presence and was looking at you with completely entranced eyes.

If it wasn't for Zhongli's years of experience in concealing his expressions, he would probably be laughing out loud by now.

"That was quite the show my dear, I doubt that he would have noticed anything even if we had robbed his whole stall. "

Beidou 🏴‍☠️♀️

Just like with Kaeya, no one would really flirt with you since they know about your relationship with the captain of The Crux unless they're clueless

And Beidou being Beidou, would not take shit from anyone. Clueless or not

If the other person is being persistent, she doesn't really mind throwing hands

"It's a shame that you have a lover, otherwise i'd have made you mine by now. " The creep said as he grabbed both of your hands.

You leaned backwards, trying to get away from the man. You desperately scanned the area for anyone who would help you.

You then met Beido's eyes with a look that clearly read "please help me".

Once she saw you, Beido walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

"She's mine, now let her go." She said as she glared at the man who was holding onto your hands.

"And if I don't?"

The person didn't even register anything before Beido's fist collided with his jaw.

"I ain't scared of fines, I'll fight whoever disrespects my partner"

Xiao 🔪👺

Doesn't really care if the other person is flirting with you or not

If it gets to the point of harassment he will give them a whack with his polearm

He looks like he doesn't care about you but that's just because he knows who you're going back home with

"Would you like to accompany me on my travels, my fair lady? " The traveler said as he loaded his belongings onto his cart.

"I'd have to decline the offer. I already have a lover I am devoted to. " You said with a smile as you passed him the packed food you had bought from the inn.

Xiao watched you two from the distance, he sat on the balcony if the Inn as he waited for you to bid him farewell on his missions as well.

"Were you watching me? " You said you peek at him from behind.

"I was simply making sure he was not a dangerous individual. " Xiao replied, stotic as usual.

"Are you here to bid me goodbye?" He asked as he gazed at you.

"Goodbye? Oh no, I'm going with you! "

"Even though you are hundreds of years old does not mean you are invincible. Therefore, you should refrain from fighting recklessly. "

Xingqiu ⚔📚

He usually just tells the person bothering you to back off, politely. Of course

Though, he doesn't really mind if the other person is rude or persistent; it's just an excuse for him to have a little 'fun' behind the scenes

If they're rude, they'll most likely find themselves having a number of minor inconveniences

"Sir, please let go of my partner." Xingqiu confronted the creep.

You quickly ran to his side. Not wanting to be near the man for a millisecond longer.

"And what's the pretty boy going to do to me?" He jabbed at the blue haired boy.

Although he was slightly irritated. Xingqiu paid no mind to him and walked you back to your house.

"Y/n do you recall the creep from yesterday afternoon? Yes, I received a notice that he is trying to buy brass for his stall. I convinced every merchant selling fish in Liyue to not sell him any, I also bought some brass. Would you like some? "

Chongyun ❄🍦

He doesn't really like confronting people so he'd just make up an excuse to take you away from them

If the other person decides to be start an argument, he'd try to keep his cool. Not wanting to go into the manic state he usually gets into once his body overheats

Sadly, on more than one occasion; he has lost his cool and completely and ends up causing chaos to anyone who's unfortunate enough to be nearby

It's been at least a solid 15 minutes since the guy sitting next to you have been pestering you about going with him to the Lantern Rite festival.

And for what felt like the 30th time, you declined.

You really wanted this person gone before you meet up with Chongyun but he kept following you so you just plopped down somewhere on the stone ground.

Unfortunately for you, the other person did not take the cue for him to leave but instead; had taken it as an invitation to sit down and talk with you instead.

At some point, you considered kicking him in the face but refrainwd from doing so. But now, you're regretting that decision.

"Y/n! Me and Xingqiu were looking all over for you. " Chongyun said as he ran over to you two.

The guy looked surprised as the two boys walked over you where you were sitting.

"Who are these people? " He said. As if they were the ones invading into someone's personal space.

Chongyun instantly realised the situation and whispered something to Xingqiu. He then gave you the hand signal for "Run for it" And pointed to behind him.

Almost in a flash, all of you three started sprinting away, leaving behind a very confused person.

"Thank Rex Lapis we didn't actually get into a fight this time"

Hu Tao 👻🔥

Whenever she sees someone flirting with you, she'd ask them about their health

She'd then weird them out by introducing her as the 77th director of Wangsheng funeral parlour

The person flirting with you would probably be very uncomfortable at this point and leave, but if they don't Hu Tao would hand then one of her buy 1 get 1 funeral coupons

"I simply cannot resist your beauty. " The man said as he leaned in closer to your face.

"Hello there good Sir! How is your health? " Hu Tao asked as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere and before you.

The man seemed confused at her question.

"Pardon? " He asked.

"Ah, I have forgotten that I have yet to introduce myself. Please call me Hu Tao. 77th director of the Wangsheng funeral parlour! " She introduced herself and took out her hand for him to shake.

He seemed a bit uncomfortable at the mention of funerals but nevertheless he ignored Hu Tao and went back to your conversation.

"What do you say to dinner at Wanmin Restaurant? " He pressed on, flat out ignoring Hu Tao's whole existence all together.

"Here's a coupon, it's buy one funeral, get one free. I hope I'll see you soon! " She said as she dragged you away. Leaving behind a very disturbed man.

"I should've said 'I hope to see you again businesses-wise. ' "

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