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scudevils · 17 days

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champagne coast — LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, semi-public, swearing, alcohol, sexual innuendo, not proofread and rushed ending!!

synopsis: lando finally won his race, there’s only one way to celebrate [2.4k]

a/n: the ending was so so bad these exams have been kicking my ass :/

"stop staring and pick a shirt." you looked back at him in the mirror, fixing the smudged lipstick lando had been the cause of.

"can't help myself when you look that pretty."

lando almost looked proud of himself at his reply, yet you could only give a drawn out groan in response. "stop being cheesy and get dressed. we're leaving in 10 minutes." he rolled his eyes before getting up, ultimately choosing the white linen shirt you had left out. "we're celebrating you, remember."

the cuffs were rolled up to just below his elbow, lando had a gift of somehow making ever outfit make him even more attractive to you, and tonight was no different. you just wanted to throw him back against the bed, fuck your friends waiting for the pair of you to meet them, and have him all to yourself for the night.

unfortunately, that wasn't the case and it was now you being called out for your shameless staring, a boyish smile on his face as his curls framed his forehead. you ignore him though, giving yourself another once over in the mirror, letting your eyes fall to landos just barely taller frame behind you, his hands finding your hips and lips just grazing over your neck.

he pressed a kiss against your pulse point, taking in the smell of the perfume he'd bought you for your birthday, the same one he'd been buying you for years. so much so that he now associated anything even similar in scent to you, driving him crazy from the first time you wore it.

"no, no, we need to go." you almost gave into his advances, ready to ditch the plans made, before finally you came to your senses, knocking him back off of you and reaching for your heels. "you better behave tonight."

it was an empty threat, and you both knew it.

the club was busy, probably the most packed you had ever seen it, buzzing with young drunks ready to celebrate the race result with their friends and a one night stand they'd regret in the morning, drivers joined them, alone or with their partners to congratulate the young brit on his first victory. it was nice though, coloured lights stream from the ceiling, a steady thrum of music vibrates lowly through the walls. the smell of alcohol flowed through the air like it did in the veins of the people there. the heat almost bound you together, sweat coating bodies as they danced against one another, drinks in hand to refresh their never ending thirst.

lando is just behind you, a hand on the small of your back when he spots a few of the other drivers and their girlfriends, directing you over to them and you move, heels already killing your feet and you knew it would be a sore night.

"thought you'd never show up." max sniggers, the boys giving lando a knowing look that had your face going hot, the girls not sparing you one either, kelly laughing at the way you blushed at the implication. they all knew how you and him were, in the honeymoon phase still despite the years of dating.

"blame him, took him about an hour to choose a shirt." you're quick to pass the blame, sitting next to one of the girls you're closest with as she makes space for you and the brit. you eye up her drink, the blue shade piquing your interest. "what are we drinking then?"

she lets out a giggle, passing you a straw and letting you have a taste of it. before you can ask lando to get you one when he goes to the bar, max and carlos are sat back at the table, a tray of shots each. half the shots are a golden, bronze color and the others are crystal clear.

everyone plucks shots from the table, you play it safe though. taking a clear one first, you cheers it to the table, grimacing at the burn when you throw your head back, the liquid flowing down your throat, you make a face at the strength, recognising it as vodka.

your eyes follow lando as he lifts the golden coloured shot from the tray. he brings the small glass to his lips, and you can still feel the way they felt on your neck just half an hour ago, the jut of his jaw, and how the stubble would cause an itching sensation against your cheek, leaving pink marks in its wake as he kissed you. it's gone in a flash as he downs the shot like it's water. "patrón." he groans.

"you two have lots of catching up to do." they're quick to remind you, some of them even three, four, drinks deep meanwhile you and lando had had one shot each, although he'd been drinking champagne since his win earlier in the day, tipsier than you already.

you could feel the music thumping through your body, the humid air already getting to you, standing in the line for the bar, with lando just behind you. his hands rarely left your hips, sometimes he dared to move them just lower to the hem of your dress when you swatted them away, reminding him to behave.

you weren't afraid of lando touching you in public, everything he was doing his friends had seen before, but tonight he was feeling more dangerous, maybe it was the adrenaline of his first win, or maybe he was just really fucking needy for you.

his one-day stubble scratches your soft cheeks, when he presses a kiss there, almost an invasion for more. although your annoyed at him for smudging even more of your makeup, it doesn't last long when he places a drink in your hand. no matter how much time you spend on yourself, he always ruins you. your makeup, your clothes, covering your whole body in hickies and marks. simply because you're his, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't do the same to him.

he tests his luck, the hand at the bottom of your dress finding it way under and squeezing the soft skin of your arse, and you gasp before turning go face him. "behave." you warn him, but ultimately it goes in one ear and out the other, his eyes zeroing in on your lips as he innocently pecks them.

"thought we were celebrating me?" he parrots your earlier words, lips so close to yours you can feel them moving against yours, you can taste the fruity cocktail he's been drinking. "you gonna let me celebrate with you?"

you're nodding your head before you even realise. drink being abandoned on the table before you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, kelly and alex offering to come with you before you shut then down, passing a worried glance in lando's direction but he only encouraged with a smirk.

you were gone more than five minutes before they got worried about you. "the lines probably long, i'll go check on her, keep her compancy." lando offered, the group either too drunk to care or not wanting to say anything out loud.

that was how you found yourself now, lando's lips on your necks, red marks turning purple in the aftermath, your small gasps and whines echoing off of the tiled bathroom walls. you couldn't take your hands off of him, trailing up his toned stomach, the way his muscles tensed under your touch had you wanting him even more.

you weren't sure wether it was the high of his win that was making him look even more attractive than usual or the heat was getting to you but he just looked so fuckable in that moment you didn't want to let him go.

threading your fingers through his hair you felt his groan against your neck, he'd been freeing his curls more and more each day not doing well to help your obsession with pulling on the strands. "lando-" a breathy moan falling from your lips in the sound of his name.

you'd managed to finally get him away from your neck, hands cradling his face as your thumb swiped across his cheek, slotting your lips over his as your back pressed against the sink counter. lando's hands wandered your body as if for the first time, leaving no part of your exposed skin untouched, pawing at the clothes he'd commented on earlier for being too small and now he thought you had too much on. "you gonna let me reward you for being my lucky charm, hm?" his hand ran down the side of your cheek, taunting you, a mocking tone to his words as his eyes stared into yours.

"please, lando." your voice was just above a whisper, shame seeping into your words, the realisation that your friends, his colleagues, were just outside and could interrupt at any moment, hear you at any moment, they could get worried about how long you were taking and try and come find you.

"you're gonna need to be real quiet, okay?" the pads of his fingers rubbed circles against your hips bone, lifting you up onto the counter, your back pressed against the cool glass, heading falling back and exposing your neck to him again, goosebumps raising on your legs as the bottom of your dressed had already bunched up below your waist.

the belt from his trousers was quickly undone, pulling them down enough to free himself, tip already leaking pre-cum, begging for you to touch him. your hand wrapped around him, squeezing lightly as you worked your wrist feeling him harden underneath you.

you whined as he pulled your hand away, pressing a small kiss to the palm. "fuckin' love your hand, but i wanna come inside of you." he groaned, watching the way you dropped your feet back onto the bar floor, turning your body so your eyes met his on the mirror and teasingly arched your back against his front.

there was something about the way he towered over you when you were bent down that turned you on like nothing else, knowing he could manhandle your body like a rag doll if he wanted to, fuck you like you wanted him to. your hand dipped between your own thighs, rubbing circles over your clit as your eyes closed, feeling him watching you.

his hands found home on your waist, tight enough that your eyes opened, staring back at him, your dressed hiked up your hips and panties pulled down enough to give him access to you. but instead he watched the way your hand moved, focused on the small moans that fell from your lips, arm threatening to buckle under your weight but you knew if you took your eyes off of him you'd be in trouble.

you managed to focus on him for the first time, seeing just the underside of his neck as his head lolled back. the sound of you moaning from your own doing had him groaning, the sight in front of him something he'd never forget.

"don't stop, fucking don't." he warned, seeing the way your hands grew weaker, movements becoming tired as you grew closer to your high, legs beginning to shake against his own. "so good for me-" your eyes screwed shut, head falling back against his chest as he let you come undone against him, arm wrapping around your waist to hold you up.

lando intertwined his fingers with your own, bringing your fingers up to his mouth as placed kisses to them, taking them in his mouth, cleaning them off. "looked so hot on the podium, wanted to fuck you right there." you spoke against his neck, pulling away slightly and looking up at him for his reply.

"yeah?" you nodded. "gonna let me fuck you now?" nodding again, lando's hands were back on your hips, pushing you down against the cold counter.

his hands ran down your body, a harsh hit against your ass caused you to jolt towards the sink, a whine falling from your lips at the stinging sensation. you felt him against you, moaning as he slid in, stretching you out as if for the first time, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

"lando-" moaning his names he made a makeshift ponytail in your hair, moving against you at a quick pace, the sound of skin against slim bouncing off of the walls in sync with both yours and his groans.

you never felt his pace falter even when his movements became erratic, when he could see your thighs shaking, arms threatening to give out when you held yourself up. "look at you baby, looking so pretty when you let me fuck you."

"only for you lando." his thrusts seemed almost deeper now, a new feeling of pleasure rippling through your body, the warmth coming from him in contrast to the coolness of the counter against your skin. "gonna come, please."

he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, his chest pressed against your back, biting down onto the skin there to muffle the moans he let out, although failing as they mixed with your own, the sounds begging him to let you have your release. "please, lando, please let me come-"

you felt his hips stutter against you, movements faltering and becoming sloppy, and he couldn't hold back when he twitched again inside of you, the feeling triggering your second orgasm of the night as you moaned into your fist, trying to muffle the sounds of your desperate whines, clenching around lando as he reached his own release, feeling him deep inside of you, your vision blurry but you could feel his hands on the backs of your thighs, massaging the muscles that would sure to be sore in the morning. "fuck, i love you." he murmured against your skin.

"i love you too," your eyes met his in the mirror, the mess of his and your hair had you blushing, his pupils blown out, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. "my race winner."

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moondirti · 2 months

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Your ghostsoap x preg!reader!!??? I'm in love I need more of this. You have more thoughts for that universe? I just fell in love with your writing.

Let me camp in this corner of your blog, I'm friendly and don't bite (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

they're all i've been able to think about all day. of course i have more to say <3 if you're curious, anon is referring to this, which should be read before this part.

tags: DARK FIC. manipulation. vehicle tampering. planned abduction. pregnant fem!reader. established ghostsoap – who are not the fathers but would definitely like to be. mentions of somnophilia

Delusional as they might be, it's hard to justify something as egregious as blunt-force kidnapping. Though it briefly occurs to Simon – to pluck you from the parking lot and drive off the hour after they decide to keep you – the logistics don't iron out. Of chief concern, you're six months pregnant. What they'd typically use for POW's thus become's inconsiderable for you; Johnny's the wiz, but even he knows the effects chloroform can have on a foetus. The alternative isn't any better, either – his partner just balks at the idea of tying you up and throwing you in the trunk. (She'll never git ower it, Si. Dae ye want her tae hate us?)

So, things unfold in a far subtler manner.

They go home that night they first meet you. Can't coordinate without resting on it, they rationalise, without scoping their place to assure it's suitable for their soon-to-be-mother. They tuck away the knives laying on random countertops, air out the quilts gifted to them by Johnny's ma in an attempt to make their room cozier. And when they sleep, they dream of you tucked in between them, knocked out, sex-drunk. Dressed in nothing but a shirt, cunt bared for either of them to toy with throughout the night.

Hours upon hours later, well into noon the next day, Simon wakes to find his boy rutting into his thigh, still somewhat comatose, and sneaks a rough hand into his boxers to tug the tension out of the poor thing. They only get up as the fissures of dusk begin to spread across the sky, loading their car with a toolbox and making the drive back to The Dahlia, staking out in the parking lot as they wait for you to arrive for your shift.

(Johnny had deployed the old charm as you brought out their food in two baggies last night, disguising the trap with a lilting laugh as he audibly wondered why you picked up such a late shift.

You’d only shrugged and said you preferred to work nights.)

Sure enough, you pull up in a beat-up Kia at 2200, fussing with your bag as you stumble to the back entrance of the roadhouse.

"Forgot to lock it." He mutters, following your form until it disappears from view. Johnny only frowns, tightening his fingers over his thumb. A little nervous tick.

"Should we be doin' this?"

"And what is this?" Simon turns to appraise the scotsman, larger hand enveloping his, calloused fingertips smoothing over scarred knuckles. "Y'think they'd be kinder to 'er? The type of scum we know grace this earth? It's a wonder she made i' this far, Johnny."

He isn't convinced.

"Look a' me." Blue eyes widen to meet his, dark as their owner battles intuitions that have always been straighter than the Ghosts'. "Wanna give 'er a good life, yeah?"

"Aye. The best."

"Would she be so convinced?" But he knows the answer. They both saw the way you withdrew after being hit on, losing the effusiveness you initially greeted them with. Avoidant. Classic case of hyper-competency, perhaps the very reason you put up with such shitty circumstances to begin with. A stubborn knot they'll have to undo themselves.

And Johnny likes the challenge.

"Lass's got something tae prove." Moments pass in silence. Then: "Ah’ll get th' wire."

"Atta' boy."

They only enter the establishment an hour before the end of your shift. It’s 0600 and space is sleepy. At a point that had escaped their notice, someone had made the choice to shut the overhead fluorescents, and so all that functions to illuminate the dinette is the pale dawn outside. Johnny finds he prefers it like this, grumbling a tired endorsement, before branching off in search of the bathroom, hand rubbing the sore column of his throat.

The softening mass in his pants jumps once Simon catches sight of you, balancing two trays in one hand as you wipe down the serving hatch. He doesn’t need to say anything. You catch the dark blur of him in the corner of your eye, shuffling into a booth, where he occupies an entire side with the mere spread of his legs.

“Hello again. Just you today?” You’re twirling your pen, cradling your belly, and he notes the perpetual shadow cast under your eyes. Poor pet.

He shakes his head, then cocks it toward the loo. “Think he’ll have a go at the toastie today.”

“Good choice. Hard to fuck up.” You give him a tired smile. “And for you?”

“M’good.”

“You sure? Look like you’ve been on the road again, and-" You pause, the water of your eyes rippling as you appraise his mask. Something seems to click just then, because you nod and tuck your notepad away. “I’ll ask again at the end. Maybe you’ll want something to-go.”

In the end, they do take something to go.

Not as greasy as the toastie Johnny spends the hour tearing into, glossing the pads of his fingers with oil. Nor as sour as the coffee he sipped on last night, burnt and way past freshness, just like you’d warned them about. But a much, much sweeter keepsake. Something that’ll sate them for much longer.

You’ve already clocked out once they leave The Dahlia, faces grim but as innocent as they can possibly muster. Sure enough, you’re out standing by your car, wiping tears with the back of your hand. They’re close enough that they can catch snippets of your conversation on the phone (No, I don’t– and It is old but never–).

They wait until you grow desperate, hiccuping – Don’t have that kind of money. Please – before intervening.

“Hey. What’s the matter, hen?” Johnny approaches first, concern no faux thing, smoothing a hand down your arm. What Simon said earlier comes back around (Wanna give 'er a good life?) and his chest tightens at the sheer despair he sees etched across your face. You shouldn’t be this stressed about anything this far along, should have someone taking care of you.

He, they, can be that for you. Could give you everything you ask for and more.

“M-my car. I-I don’t– I don’t know what’s wr-wrong with it, and–”

“Shhh, issalright. Not starting, eh?”

“No. And I have to- to get home before… before–”

Simon steps in, crowding you against the side of your car. You don’t have it in you to look for the red flags; the glances they throw one another, the subtle crinkle in the masked one’s eyes as he smiles. No, you don’t– can’t consider it dangerous. Not when these two wonderfully kind men, who tipped you 100% of their bill both times they came in, are one of your only means of getting help.

“Where do you live? We’ll drive ya if it’s on our way.” A lie. They’ll drive you regardless, and you won’t be taken home.

“Oh- no. That’s okay, really. I’ll just a-ask my boss if I can get a sub on my pay, and–”

Johnny smooths a finger across your cheek.

“Nonsense, hen. It’ll be a skoosh.”

next part

#༄dee answers #ive got a massive headache this is probably the worst thing ive ever written #simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader x Johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghostsoap #ghoap #x reader #ghost #soap #cod #call of duty #simon riley #john mactavish #x female reader

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minkyungseokie · 2 months

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When Nothing Goes Right | LS2

synopsis; Y/n, Logan's long-distance gf, surprises him at the AusGP, but things aren't as happy as they should be

warnings; none

note; requested

note 2; Y/n has no mentioned race but doesn't know English. Jackson is an Oc and the reader’s older brother

Let me know whether you prefer first person or third person pov Please be nice. I haven't written in years and this is my first time writing for F1

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It had been a few years since Y/n and Logan had begun dating. The two met as children after Y/n had started karting herself. They immediately hit off and stuck to each other like glue. Wherever Y/n was, you'd find Logan not far behind with a big smile on his face.

Their families could already tell that the two would be something more in the future. Your older siblings even started a bet on how long it would take for the two to fully understand their feelings and confess. Neither of them won because it only took them until the sixth grade to realize that what they felt wasn't platonic. They didn't understand their feelings fully, but they knew that they were no one just friends.

Everything has been perfect until Logan's career in karting began popping off and he soon entered F4. To make matters worse, Y/n's parents had split and decided that Y/n would go with her mother back to their home country. Dalton and Jackson thought it'd ruin the relationship the two youngest siblings had built and they'd break up, which would break the two since they were madly in love even if they fully couldn't understand what love was, but that wasn't the case.

Despite the distance between them, Y/n and Logan had decided to stay together and find long distance a try even though their parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and neighbours warned them that long distance was hard. Even people online said that long distance wasn't the best idea because it tended to end with one or both partners cheating on each other, however; Y/n and Logan trusted each other with their lives, so they decided to give it a chance.

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Now, Logan was a driver in Formula One and Y/n was studying at Uni. During their time apart, they'd only seen each other at least twice. Even though they haven't seen each other properly in years, they have only grown fonder of each other.

As the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

Y/n plopped down on her bed in nothing but a towel, answering a FaceTime call that came in on her computer, "Hey, you." Y/n greeted happily, "Hey, babe. I'm sorry to call you so late. I know you're probably busy and tired from work..." Logan sighed. "No! You're fine, love. I just got out of the shower. Anyway, what's up?" Y/n asked, removing the towel off her head and running a hand through her hair, "Nothing much. I just wanted to see you." Logan flirted, giving Y/n a smile.

Y/n stood up from the bed and began towelling herself off, "That's cute. If I'm not wrong, the Australian GP is coming up. How do you feel?" Y/n questioned. "I'm excited. To be honest, I want doing well last year. But it's a new year and you know how I worked hard during the break, so I'm ready. Speaking of the Australian GP, do you think that you can come watch?" Logan hesitantly asked, looking down before looking back at Y/n, who was now sitting on her bed in pyjamas.

"I...Logie, you know I'd love to..." Y/n hesitantly started, "I know. You have work and school, but you have never come to a GP before. I want you to come to support me at least once. But I understand. I don't want to force or coerce you to do anything you can't or don't want to do. You'll eventually come to one, right?" Logan asked. "Of course. I plan on coming as soon as I have the time to." Y/n promised.

She kept thinking about the fact that she had never attended one of Logan's races and began feeling like a shit girlfriend, so she ended up DMing Logan's childhood friend whom she had only heard about from Logan, Oscar Piastri and he somehow got her in contact with Alex Albon, Logan's teammate. Together the three made plans to sneak Y/n into the GP without Logan noticing.

It wasn't hard.

She had notified her job and her school of her trip and packed for Australia. She got on a plane as soon as she could, which ended up being the afternoon of FP2,dropped her things off at the hotel, leaving it behind the desk so she could share a room with Logan, and made her way to the track with a VIP pass in her hand.

The girl was practically vibrating as she walked through the paddock by herself. She was supposed to be looking for Oscar or Alex, but she was way too excited to see her boyfriend again. Luckily, Alex spotted her while she was roaming the paddock, "Hey! You're Y/n, right? Logan's girlfriend?" The man asked, approaching her, "Oh, yes. You must be Alex. The teammate." Y/n said, holding out a hand for Alex to shake.

The British Thai driver looked down at her hand before taking it and giving it a firm shake, "It's lovely to meet you. Logan's been talking about you. A lot." Alex said, jokingly rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed, but he truthfully enjoyed seeing his teammate talk about someone who made him happy and kept him sane while he was having a shit year. "Hey, mate. Is this her?" Another voice asked, but this time it was with a strong Australian accent.

Y/n turned to see a brunette in an orange and black shirt approaching them, "You must be the Oscar Piastri that I heard so much about." Y/n said, reaching out fit his hand. Oscar smiled and shook her hand, "I am. You must be Y/n. Logan talks about you a lot." Oscar commented. "So I've been told. It's lovely seeing something other than the pictures Logan sent to me when you guys were younger." Y/n chuckled.

"Come on. FP2 is starting soon and we want you to reunite as quickly as possible." Alex said, leading you towards the garage with Oscar following behind, "So how long have you two been together?" Oscar questioned. "We've been dating for eleven years, I believe. Since we were twelve." Y/n answered, "Eleven years! That's a long time." Alex awed

Once they were close by, Y/n’s heart began to race. She hid behind Alex and Oscar so she was hidden while Oscar pulled out his phone to film the interaction, “Logan, mate! Come here.” Alex called, “What? Do you need something?” Logan asked, voice getting closer as he walked up to them. “We noticed you were feeling a bit nervous, so we brought you something to cheer you up.” Oscar spoke, “What is it?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Why don’t you guess?” Alex suggested, “Just tell me.” Logan said, “Come on, have a bit of fun with it. Guess.” Alex insisted.

“Just give me whatever it is, mate.” Logan groaned, Y/n chuckled and tapped the boys on their arms, signaling for them to step aside. Logan watched as Alex and Oscar shared a look before stepping aside to reveal his girlfriend. Logan’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened, “Surprise!” Y/n cheered, giving the American jazz hands. Logan ran towards Y/n and scooped her up into his arms.

“You’re here! You told me—“ “That I wouldn’t be able to come. I lied.” Y/n said, burying her face into his shoulder. Logan put her on the ground and bent down, kissing Y/n softly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered, “And I’ve missed you, my love.” Y/n responded, kissing all over Logan’s face. “Logan, Alex, it’s time for free practice.” A engineer called out, “Go out there and do your thing. I’ll be rooting for you.” Y/n said, cupping Logan’s face and connecting their lips.

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Y/n stood in the garage with headphones covering her ears. She couldn’t understand why she never came to a race weekend before, it was exhilarating. She could tell that her boyfriend wasn’t the best on the grid, but she knew he want the worse. It was just amazing to see him in his element, “Go, Logan!” Y/n muttered, clenching the chord between her fingers.

Y/n frowned as an odd feeling settled in her stomach. Y/n put a hand on her stomach and focused on the screen, attempting to ignore the feeling. Something was going to go wrong and she didn’t know what or when. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Alex crashed his car, “Oh shit.” Y/n hissed, biting down in her knuckle.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Y/n asked, looking at the British Thai driver with concern. “I’m fine.” Alex answered walking away, obviously upset by the accident.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that it absolutely sucks to crash even if she never watched or read up on the sport before.

Y/n made took off her headphones as Logan came back to the garage and jogged up to the American man, “That was so cool! I feel sorry for Alex, but that was so cool! I can’t wait to see you actually racing.” Y/n rambled, grabbing Logan’s hands on hers. While she rambled, Logan just smiled down at her with the softest gaze, “Do you want to go out after this? Or we can go to my hotel room? Have you gotten yourself one?” Logan asked, cupping your cheek.

“We should stay in. Catch up everything we missed and couldn’t talk about on the phone and no, I don’t have my own hotel room. Although, if I did, it probably won’t be getting used.” Y/n tittered. “Let me go get changed and we can go back to the hotel.” Logan said, kissing Y/n’s forehead before rising off to his driver’s room.

Y/n waited and waited, but it seemed like Logan was not coming out, which worried her. Did he get hurt or something? What was teasing so long? Y/n was leaning against the side of the garage, waiting for any sign of her boyfriend, but there was nothing. Until Alex came out, looking conflicted, “Hey, Alex. Where’s Logan?” Y/n questioned, pushing off the wall, “Um, he’s on his drivers room. He’s, uh, not happy right now, so maybe it’s better if you go see him.” Alex suggested.

He pointed out which room was his and continue on with his day, which didn’t really seem out of the ordinary to Y/n. She approached his door and knocked gently, “Logan? Is it alright if I come in?” Y/n called in a gentle voice. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a croaky, “Yeah.” Come from inside.

Y/n opened the door to see Logan sitting on the bench looking distressed, “Oh, what happened? Are you okay? Alex told me you were upset.” Y/n rushed over to her boyfriend, bombarding him with questions out of worry. Logan shook his head, “Alex wrecked his car,” Logan started, “Yeah, I saw that, but what does that have to do with you?” Y/n questioned, kneeling down in front of Logan and grabbing his hands.

“We don’t have a spare chassis, so they’re taking mine and giving it to Alex.” Logan sighed, “What?!” Y/n practically screeched, her confusion and weird turning into anger. “They said that since Alex is the better and more experienced driver, he most likely get the team points.” Logan explained further, “That’s stupid.” Y/n said bluntly, “Y/n…”

“No, don’t “Y/n…” me. I get that Alex it’s better and has more experience, but that’s that dumbest fucking decision I’ve ever heard. That’s like rewarding someone for fucking shit up! He crashed his chassis to the point where it had to be retired, so you have to give up yours? That’s bullshit, Logan!” Y/n argued. “I’m aware. I’ve given my all to this team. I worked myself to the bone during winter break when I could’ve been with you because I wanted it to be beneficial to this team. They are all aware of it.

James said he believed in me. James said he knew that I could go far if I just had a little more time in the car. But it doesn’t seem that way. Maybe I’m just not good enough.” Logan sniffed. Y/n wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, placing his head on her chest and rubbing his back, “Shut up, Logan. Don’t you dare continue saying those things about yourself. You are good enough. If you weren’t, you would have been chosen for this team in the first place.”

“But—“

“No buts. The previous Williams owner saw something in you that no one else saw and picked you from Formulas Two to drive in Formula One. If you weren’t good enough, he most definitely wouldn’t have chosen you so early. James know he’s dead wrong for this. James know that this is going to be a blow to you, but he thinks getting points is more valuable than your growth. I’m sorry to say this, my love, but you honestly deserve so much better. It’s not your fault that Alex crashed the car. It’s not your fault that this team is so broke that it can’t afford another chassis.” Y/n angrily said, raising her voice before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. You’re upset and I’m over here ranting.” Y/n quieted down, pressing a kiss too the crown of Logan’s head, “It’s okay, babe. It’s what has to be done for the team to gain some points. It’s whatever.” Logan shrugged, “ no, it’s not whatever, but I’m not gonna continue talking about this. Instead, let’s go to the hotel and order food. We can watch our favorite movies together and cuddle until you feel better.” Y/n said, lifting Logan’s head so his eyes met her and giving him a calming smile.

Logan smiled, albeit it was a sad one, but a smile nonetheless, “I’d like that.” He said, “Good. And since you’re not racing tomorrow, maybe we can do a bit more than cuddling. But that’s only if you’re comfortable and willing.” Y/n teased, pulling Logan up from his seated position, “I’d really like that. Thank you for being here for me and I’m sorry you came all this way only to not see me race.” Logan apologized, “Bah, I do anything for you. It doesn’t matter whether you are racing or not, I’m still here for you and I’d still come. Y/n waved off his apology

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s go.”

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #logan sargeant x reader #ls2 x reader #ls2 imagine #ls2 fic #ls2 fluff #williams formula 1 #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #f1 fluff #logan sargeant x you #logan sargeant x fem!reader #formula one imagine

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midniiights-garden · 5 months

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General HCs on Mizu with an S/O

First Meeting: How would she have most likely come into contact with the reader?

Personally I believe that Mizu would have most likely met her future S/O whilst they were travelling or working.

I'm gearing this more towards non-binary/female readers so if you're a guy reading this I'm sorry 😞

Anyways, yeah she probably met her S/O whilst they were either running away from something, hiding themselves or maybe as a brothel worker.

Either way I really think the first meeting would go the same no matter how you met her.

She'd be pretty cold and distant as she is with most people, keeping her distance both physically and emotionally. At first she won't treat her future S/O that differently than others.

Her Type: What would her type be?

I see Mizu as someone who needs stability. So ideally her S/O wouldn't be someone with the tendency to need adventure or conflict to thrive.

She would probably want someone who knows who they are, someone she doesn't need to take care of as an addition to herself. Someone who is ok with being alone especially since Mizu strikes me as the type to need time to herself often.

I also think she wouldn't be great with words of affirmation, so if you really need words to feel secure I don't think she'd be a great partner for that. Throughout the show I notice that she shows appreciation mainly through acts of service and quaility time, and this would still be the case with her S/O.

In terms of apperance I don't think she'd actually care too much. I think she may have an unconcious bias towards other Asians since she was raised in Japan, but due to her prior experience with racisim I don't think she'd necessarily be willing to be with someone of European lineage. I think that this might change through time though, especially once Mizu manages to come to terms with her own features. Then I think she'd be pretty unbiased.

They'd also have to be more on the mature side. Not necessarily in terms of age, but just personality wise. Someone who is self-aware and understanding and paitent.

Trust: How trusting would she be?

At first not very.

Obviously she has had incredibly negative experiences with relationships, so once she had an S/O I think she may still struggle with making the difference between her past relationship and her current one.

This may result in a bit of a turbulent start and I think there may be more arguements.

However, as time goes on and she realises that her S/O is truly in love with her for who she is and would probably die for her she starts to open up some more.

I've seen other headcanons saying that she becomes more feminine once she's comfortable with her S/O and I 100% agree with it. Just imagining her with her S/O, her hair down and letting her partner put makeup on her makes me blush and giggle ngl. Like, she is stunning. Breathtaking. Absolutely gorgeous. Words cannot describe how wonderful she is.

Anyways-

Yeah it would be like the reverse of "calm before the storm".

Arguements: How would she handle an arguement between her and her S/O?

Ok, so firstly I think an arguement would probably arise due to her aforementioned unwillingness to open up. Her S/O would be tired of being kept in the dark or worried about Mizu and would pry, and Mizu would snap.

I think Mizu would actually end up storming off, wanting to cool down first before coming back.

Mizu isn't one to solve things with violence when it comes to the people she cares about, so I think she'd prefer to talk things out calmly instead of yelling.

It may turn into yelling if said S/O tried to follow her when she leaves to go cool down though.

After the arguement she may be a little cold for a couple of days before returning to her usual self.

Marriage: Does she want to get remarried?

At the beginning of the relationship I do not think she was very willing to get married again. (Fuck you M*kio.)

Of course, as I mentioned plenty of times before she would have a lot of reservations in terms of opening herself up emotionally.

She fears getting married again might be a Mikio pt. 2 which would not be great for her mental health.

But as the relationship grows and her S/O proves that they intended to stay by her side ring or not... that's when she starts to consider the idea again. Especially since this time it's with someone she truly loves and who loves her back.

Her wedding would be small. Obviously. No hate to my precious baby but she doesn't have a whole lot of friends nor family to invite over. It would most likely just consist of her S/O and her, Ringo and Akemi. Who may or may not have dragged Taigen along.

Mizu would get to wear her wedding attire and properly get married to the love of her life. 😭😭😭

I can imagine her being really nervous beforehand, wondering if her S/O might consider her ugly once she saw her in her wedding attire and what not.

But of course her S/O would be like "stfu you're beautiful".

All in all it'd be a pretty emotional affair, lots of crying (behind doors for Mizu) and hugs.

(A/N: Ok. So I may have lied when I said general. Listen, in my defense I'm basically just throwing up my ideas here.)

#i love women #mizu blue eye samurai #wlw #blue eye samurai #i love fictional characters #mizu x reader #mizu x you #x reader #x you #fluff #x reader fluff #headcannons #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizu

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Seonghwa and relationships c/w: slight angst, hurt(?)/comfort pairings: owner!Seonghwa x cat hybrid!reader

Y/n doesn't like when Seonghwa brings people home, not because she's jealous, though she always wants attention anyway, but rather because she's not as comfortable with a stranger around. San never cares to get along with them, but y/n is the deciding factor in whether or not Seonghwa actually pursues them because she's both the kinder and the more sensitive of his two cat hybrids. If he sees that she does feel too uncomfortable with them around, which she unfortunately does often, Seonghwa makes sure not to ask for another date at the end.

Y/n doesn't much care for this power over Seonghwa's dating life, but is scared that once he does get a partner, he won't need her or want her anymore, and this is a fear that regularly haunts her. She's witnessed Seonghwa's partners' consistent disapproval of his prioritization of his cat hybrids, especially her due to the nature of her bond with him, which was almost always the reason they didn't last. They didn't want to have to share him with his hybrid. Y/n didn't want to be in the way, but her biggest fear was that Seonghwa would actually feel that she was.

Seonghwa would honestly rather live with Y/n and San his whole life without a partner than make his precious kitten feel insecure in any way. If his potential partner finds a problem in how much he dotes on his baby, then they won't have to worry about it anymore because he no longer gives them the time of day.

Instances where Seonghwa's partners did get along with Y/n were rare, but in those cases, which were all very similar, they'd address sweetly her as soon as they entered, holding their hand out for her to sniff and choose whether to let them pet her or not. If she was feeling REALLY comfortable with them, she'd sit by their legs and watch the two flirt and converse with curious eyes. San would always just watch from a corner of the room somewhere.

Sometimes they don't mind the fact that Seonghwa takes care of y/n the way he does and they end up not working out for some other unrelated reason, but more often than not, they like y/n but realize they're "not much of a hybrid person after all" to put it nicely. They get intimidated by how much responsibility y/n is, considering her dependence on Seonghwa in comparison to San who mostly minds his business (though he still does show Seonghwa his affection, too).

Y/n's heart breaks every time she sees Seonghwa's dejection as he comes home after a breakup. She maintains her distance, and Seonghwa always notices this, not letting her dwell on her guilt for long.

He'll have her cuddling him, legs around his waist and face dug into his neck as he rubs her back, nuzzling himself into her neck as well. "It's not your fault, baby. If they can't love you, then they can't love me because you're part of me. We come in a package." She sniffed, mumbling, "Sannie, too?" "Mhm, Sannie, too." They'd just sit like that for a long while, comforting each other until Seonghwa decided that they shouldn't be sad over someone who couldn't accept all three of them.

#ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez #atz #ateez fluff #choi san #hybrid ateez #park seonghwa x reader smut #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa fluff #seonghwa fluff #ateez angst #seonghwa angst

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Drunk Antics

Summary: When Billy and Stu have a little too much to drink they come to you.

Pairing: poly!ghostface (college au) x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing really just fluff and angst. Drunk Billy and Stu

The pounding on your dorm door was bound to wake up everyone in a 5 mile radius. "What the hell-" Billy and Stu hit the floor in a heap of giggles. "Told you she was home fuckrag." A tiny hiccup could be heard coming from Stu. "How did you two even get in here?" You questioned helping the men up. "A magician never tells his secrets Y/n." Stu's words were slurred and his legs were shaky. You closed the door telling them both to sit down. Thankfully Stu listened falling back on your roommates bed. "I'm gonna be sick..." Stu groaned.

"No no no, no you're not." You grabbed a trash can running to his aid. "I'm kidding!" He giggled his hiccups getting worse. Billy tossed his hair back dancing around the room. "I was thinking of you tonight..." Stu said dragging his hand down the middle of your shirt. You laughed dryly. "Oh yeah I bet you were. You know you smell like perfume Stu." You weren't pissed just disappointed. "We robbed a perfume store." Billy laughed at his partners answer.

"Dance with me Y/n." Billy tugged at your clothes trying to pull you to him. "Babe you reek of Jack Daniels." Billy's lips made contact with your neck biting and sucking the skin he found. "Oh no, not tonight. You are both way too drunk." You pushed him back just enough to see his splotchy red face. The tip of his nose bright red making him look like Rudolph. "I didn't have near as much as he did." He pointed to the unconscious man on the bed. "Fuck." You left Billy standing to roll Stu on his side just in case.

"He'll be fine. I didn't drug him this time." You whipped your head towards your boyfriend. "What!?" You whisper yelled and he just laughed. "Kidding! If making a joke is a crime arrest me." He held out his hands connected by the wrist. "As much as I'd love to see you in handcuffs not tonight Billy, I said no." He rolled his eyes stomping his foot like a toddler. "Jesus how much did you drink tonight?"

You helped him out of his leather jacket flinging it to the side of the room. "Slow down there my girlfriend kills people." He slurred and you laughed. His knuckles were slightly bloody which is something you'd definitely have to bring up tomorrow. "We need to get you into bed." He rubbed his hands together once again thinking he was about to get lucky. He sat down on the bed letting you pull off his shoes. The next thing to go was his shirt. "You're very beautiful at this angle." When he was drunk his charm was on high. "Thanks." You didn't even bother with his jeans. "Now lay back."

Billy did as told waiting for you to climb in with him. "Where you going?" He asked his pout could be heard in his voice. "I'm checking on Stu." You sighed hating being a babysitter. "And I don't want the world to see me!" Billy loudly began singing making you jump. "Cause I don't think that they'd understand." He was your drama queen. "With everything meant to be broken." You were 100% sure those weren't the lyrics. He mumbled the next line tears now forming in his eyes. "Babe don't.. aww." He held out his arms like a toddler pulling you on top of him.

Your head laid on top of his chest as his arms squeezed you. "Promise you won't leave us." He whispered. The sound of his voice broke your heart. "Where is this coming from?" A whimper left his throat. "Just promise." You sighed. "I promise Billy." With that his heart rate slowed and he began to fall asleep. Thank God your roommate went home for the weekend.

"Y/n?" Stu whispered from the other bed. You closed your eyes preparing for more antics. "Yes babe?" Silence. "Yes babe?" You repeated. Nothing. "Stu!" You whispered gaining his attention. "Hmm?" He mumbled. "What'd you want?" You asked ready to help him to the bathroom or trash can. "I don't know you called me." You took a moment before you laughed with pity. "Your head is going to kill you tomorrow."

"If it doesn't you will." He muttered falling back asleep. "Damn straight." You smiled as you cuddled up with Billy.

#scream #scream x reader #scream fanfiction #scream fanfic #scream 1996 #poly!ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #billy Loomis ghostface #stu macher x reader #stu macher #stu ghostface #ghostface x female reader #scream oneshot #fanfiction

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oozedninjas · 4 months

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How would the bayverse turtles react to their partner putting eggs and mayonnaise in their hair? 😭 I used an egg mask once and it works but imagine what they'd think lmaooo

haha omg!

Leonardo

Leo had a hand clamped over his mouth as he watched you intently. The glimpses of his expression reflected in the mirror oscillated between distress and a dash of bewilderment.

"Why the contorted face?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips. "It's just a hair mask!"

"It reeks of eggs and mayonnaise. Are you sure you want that on your hair?"

Not that Leo was a hair expert. Turtles, after all, weren't known for their luscious manes. But, in his humble reptilian opinion, smearing edibles on your head wasn't exactly the pinnacle of wisdom.

"I've tried it before, don't worry. It works like a charm."

Leo responded with a miniature smile. "I trust your judgment," he muttered, simultaneously shooting a quick text to Donnie, contemplating the need for a contingency plan in case your hair decided to fall off your head.

Raphael

"Hey babe, why are you smearing sandwich condiments in your hair?"

The question came so sincerely and with such a shocked innocence that you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, it sounds stupid when you say it like that! But it's a hair mask. I read that it helps make your hair look brighter."

Upon seeing your smile, Raph shrugged his worries away. Your hair was too important to you for you to intentionally ruin it.

He gave you a supportive smile. "Let me know if you need help getting rid of the smell, 'kay?"

"Sure! I—wait, what do you mean?!"

Donnie

"Did you know that rosemary and vanilla are also very effective for hair care and maintenance? I added a couple of recipes here, oh, and I included the preparation methods as well. These herbs are much better for hair hydration than mayonnaise with egg, I assure you."

You took the book with both hands. It was a kind of recipe book for natural hair masks, and you couldn't help but smile. You knew he had something up his sleeve since the last time you asked for help covering the back of your hair with the mask.

"Donnie, this is… it's wonderful. Thank you so much."

He gifted you a smile, his fingers nervously endearingly playing with each other.

"It's nothing. I'm glad you liked it."

Mikey

"Hmm, hmm, yeah," Mikey nodded along to every word as you passionately explained how this hair mask was destined to turn your locks into a radiant masterpiece. Simultaneously, he found himself typing a frantic query into Google: "My girlfriend's putting eggs in her hair, what do I do?" - just in case things took an unexpected turn.

"I'm so excited to see the results! Bet it'd look even prettier," you chanted, delicately massaging the mixture into your hair.

Mikey's heart melted, and an unabashed smile of adoration painted itself across his face.

"That would be impossible, babycakes. You're already perfect."

#this was super fun haha #tmnt #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #mikey bayverse #tmnt mikey bayverse #tmnt bayverse leo #tmnt bayverse donnie #tmnt bayverse raph #raph x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt raphael

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marley-manson · 2 months

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I wonder what Hawkeye and Klinger's dynamic would be like if there was no BJ, or they didn't hit it off, and after Trapper left Hawk latched onto Klinger...

I'm thinking like trading off the straight man role between Klinger's escape plots in which Hawkeye would play the straight man, and Hawkeye's plots, in which Klinger would play a very entertaining dryly witty straight man in drag. Alternating voices of reason, Hawkeye offering tips for his schemes, Klinger offering reasonable advice.

And sometimes they'd be in pure cahoots at which point they're more of a menace than Hawkeye and Trap, but probably less effectual because they're both stupid and lack self preservation when they're dedicated to achieving something.

They'd both be very emotionally supportive of the other. I don't think later episodes where Hawkeye joins the rest of the gang in making fun of him, like Period of Adjustment or Goodbye Cruel World, would happen because Hawkeye is pretty ride or die for his besties.

They'd do bits, but briefly and casually rather than prolonged imo, like the jokey couple exchange in Out of Sight eg. LOTS of exchanges where they pretend to be a couple in general ofc, but tragically I know in my soul that it would mostly be Klinger taking the feminine role lol, and that would probably be the only disappointment for me. But maybe they'd trade off regularly even with the crossdressing - I mean if Hawkeye regularly makes jokes about women fucking him it would hardly be a stretch. And if that were the case I'd probably ship them. They have that platonic gay friends energy in canon but if they were partnered up as a duo I think that would change, because Hawkeye's Hawkeye and I can't not ship him with his bffs considering how he looks at them.

And there would be at least a couple of episodes where Hawkeye does drag for a scheme or a bit or a prank and Klinger helps him out.

#i want to live in this timeline tbh i think it could be amazing #mash #marley on mash #klinger mash

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for not telling my partners I'm a system?

💚🐻

To preface this, I don't use Tumblr and I'm using my partner's account, so I would rather ask this anonymously. Forgive any non-tumblr-isms 😅.

This happened a while ago, but to be honest I can't let this go. I feel so horrible about it despite being reassured and I figured Tumblr, who has a lot of systems/people with DID/OSDD, would be able to give me an unbiased (as much as I can give an unbiased account, anyway) answer.

I, (24M), am a system with one headmate, P, (??). (Neither of us are sure how old he is, since it seems to change on the day). I don't want to get into exactly how I got him, but I believe the term for what we are is "traumagenic"? Sorry, again, I'm not really familiar with everything.

Anyway, I've had him since I was 8, and he's been... well, a real pain in the ass, to be frank. I understand now that he's a defender by nature and was trying to protect us, but when you get expelled from middle school for several physical attacks and almost get sent to juvie you start to resent the guy a bit. He's a bit like a sleeping bear, except if the sleeping bear had one eye open and killed you before you could hurt him.

Back when I got out of my abuser's house and went no contact at age 20, I moved in with my current partners, Bonfire (24M) and Greenhouse (25NB) (names changed for privacy, obviously.) At the time I didn't know them, but they were looking for another roommate and I desperately needed somewhere to live.

So I moved in with just the clothes on my back and my wallet (bad move, I know, but I didn't have anything anyway). I didn't care to interact with them all that much, not wanting P to get defensive and attack them for no reason, but they just kept pushing and eventually I relented and hung out with them some.

"Some" turned to "often," and then "often" turned into "sleeping-in-their-bed-and-sharing-our-clothes." At that point I was too far into it and embarrassed to admit I'd been hiding a whole other person from them in my mind. I wasn't sure if they'd even like me after, what with P's history of violence.

...so I never told them. I did my best to forget about anything that ever happened and tried to just enjoy the future I'd always wanted for myself. Bonfire and Greenhouse are lovely people and I was finally, maybe just a little happy. I'd never been a happy person and I was content to bask in it for as long as I was able.

This, of course, backfired immensely. P and I didn't have the best relationship at the time, with both of us wanting to do very extreme things to get away from the other. He wanted to kick me out and be by himself in my body, and I wanted to kill myself to be rid of him. We've since reconciled and made strides in accepting ourself for who we are- it hasn't been easy by any means, but that isn't the point.

I recognize now that he was afraid of being hurt again, not wanting to get out of that survival mindset in case Greenhouse and Bonfire turned out to be super-secret mega abusers taking advantage of our trust, but I also know what he did after was wrong.

He got physical with Bonfire, screaming at him and threatening to kill him if he got any closer. I don't have any memory of this happening, so some details may be incorrect, and I apologize for that. Bonfire, not knowing that P was not, in fact, me, (coupled with the fact that he's a fucking idiot (meant with affection)), he got closer and tried to talk me (him) down. P punched him in the face and broke his nose, after which he ran out of the house and left me to "wake up" a few miles away curled up under a tree.

P left me a note a few days later that said he didn't mean to break his (Bonfire's) nose, but that he was lucky he hadn't done worse. This, in P speak, is probably the most sincere apology I could get at the time.

To try and keep this as short as possible, I'll summarize what happened next. I told Bonfire and Greenhouse about P because at that point the cat was basically out of the bag. They said they'd wished I'd told them sooner, and that they were a little uncomfortable being in the same house as "the lean, mean, stabbing machine" (- Bonfire) but that they were willing to help me manage him if I promised to tell them everything I knew about how he worked.

I did, and it's been years since then, and now P and I are, as stated before, closer than ever. I recently asked my partners whether or not they were still upset with me for not telling them, and they just said that they weren't entitled to my medical history and trauma (which, yeah, but he did break Bonfire's nose) and that they didn't care because, "hey, we basically got a free dog out of it" (- Bonfire), and "we made a promise to love you, including all the less-than-savory parts." (- Greenhouse).

Sweet, yes, but I think I might be TA because, um, P LITERALLY BROKE BONFIRE'S NOSE AND THREATENED TO KILL HIM? AND IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF I HAD TOLD THEM?

TL;DR: I didn't tell my partners about my headmate that's prone to violence and he did violence on them and I feel bad.

AITA?

(P says hi, by the way, and he also wants me to tell you that he isn't like this anymore and much prefers soft blankets and eating fruit to breaking his family's noses.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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thalialunacy · 19 days

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[for the @calaisreno May Promptnation, which is turning out to be like NaNo but with way less stress]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) 10: choice (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

Their lives have never been predictable. Which, in some ways, has made them very predictable, John thinks as he stops Sherlock in the hallway with a hand on the sleeve of his dressing gown. 'Hey,' he says, voice quiet. 'Come here.'

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, but doesn't hesitate to lean down and let John kiss him, thoroughly. Maybe even twice.

'Great, thanks,' John says roughly afterwards, backing away. 'I've got work now.'

He really should have known, from the start, that they'd have to steal moments for this out of the chaos they live in.

'Not your babysitter,' Mrs Hudson sings the next day as she holds Rosie's hands down the stairs. 'But I've got applesauce jelly with her name on it. And I'll change her nappy while I'm at it, won't I?' The last is said to Rosie, obviously, who is very focused on the stairs.

John, in turn, is focused somewhere else as well. 'We've got ten minutes,' he says, already out of his chair.

'Eight and a half,' Sherlock corrects, pulling John to him and capturing his mouth easily. John is tempted, so tempted, to let it go too far, but his prefrontal cortex is fully developed now, unlike the last time he felt this sort of heady gut-lust.

Maybe it's because Sherlock is a man, but he hasn't experienced a sense of newness this acute since being in school. And he'd thought, because he knows Sherlock in every other way it is possible to know a person, that this added dimension would feel--normal. Comfortingly similar. Would slot into their lives unnoticeably.

Decidedly not, John accepts some days and a solved case later, just before his backside hits the kitchen table. They've got a few more stolen moments while Rosie's napping on the sofa, and he's determined to make the most of them.

At Sherlock's urging, he lifts himself up onto the table's cluttered surface, then grabs at Sherlock's face to bring him back into the kiss. He spreads his knees without a thought and feels enveloped by heat as Sherlock moves further in between them. He fits around Sherlock perfectly, and it feels like--

It feels like lacing his fingers together with the other thumb in front, or crossing his arms with the other hand dominant. It feels like his own body still, yes, his skin heating up and his lungs pressing for air, but from a literal whole new perspective.

And he wants more of it. 'Do you think,' he murmurs in between kisses, 'that you'd want to be the one--' He pauses as Sherlock bites at his jaw. 'The one in charge?'

Sherlock pulls back enough to give him a look. 'Are you struggling through your English modesty to ask me if I'd like to top?'

John's neck flushes further, and he's pretty sure now it's both from arousal and embarrassment. Which is also new; he's said plenty more graphic things to women without hesitation, but apparently all bets are off when it comes to Sherlock. 'Yeah,' he says firmly. 'Yes.'

'I'd assumed you'd want to be the one doing that.'

'Wait, though-- you've done this before…?'

Sherlock's mouth quirks up. 'Subtle as always, John. Yes, I have. But not with you, do you understand? I want whatever you want. Quite literally.'

John swallows. 'And vice versa. I'm not new-- I mean, to the whole idea--'

'I'm very aware,' Sherlock retorts. And of course he is, aware of both John's various partners over the years and also of his, well, solo habits.

'Alright,' John says dryly. 'Rein it in, detective.' He sobers, hoping he doesn't have to go into detail. 'But this feels… different. And I want you to--to show me everything, to do everything you want.'

Sherlock, as he should have expected, takes this as a sort of delightful challenge. 'Well, then, we are at a bit of a stalemate, aren't we?'

John smirks, relief seeping through. 'Flip a coin?' he says, tightening his thighs, ready to dip back into Sherlock's mouth.

But Rosie, naturally, chooses that moment to wake up, and to do so loudly. She's almost got Sherlock's name down, and she definitely can yell for John like she's getting paid for it.

John groans and leans his forehead against Sherlock's momentarily, or at least intending for it to be momentary but shortly hearing the sound of his daughter shuffling into the kitchen, dragging her favourite garishly plaid blanket behind her.

'Perhaps we'll cut a deck of cards?' Sherlock suggests to him as they untangle.

Then the detective reaches down for Rosie, who is looking back and forth between them. 'Cards?' she repeats once she's in his arms, her tiny person pronunciation still simultaneously hilarious and brilliant.

'Yes,' Sherlock answers matter-of-factly. 'Your father and I are trying to decide…' He looks at John, a glint in his eye John shouldn't like at all. '...who gets to have the first ginger nut.'

John chokes on his tea, the sting going into his nostrils. 'Unfair,' he says.

His daughter seems interested, which is not surprising considering she shares Sherlock's predilection for the biscuit. 'Ginger nut!' she says. 'Me too?'

'Of course,' Sherlock says amenably. 'It's time for tea, anyhow.'

John tamps down a smile, then goes in for the assist, relieving Sherlock of Rosie so the detective can rummage around in the fridge. In their current arrangement, Sherlock is in charge of keeping edible and non-edible items separated. It's a dealbreaker, John had said when they'd moved back in. And Sherlock had complied without too much fuss, much to John's continued surprise.

Though, to be honest, he half expects Rosie would be delighted to find fingers in the crisper.

When everything's on the table and Rosie's in her booster seat, John digs in his pocket and pulls out a 50p coin, flipping it over to Sherlock without warning.

Sherlock catches it, regards it, then raises an eyebrow. 'I can rig this, you know.'

'Yes, but you won't, because my daughter is impressionable and worships you. And while you have many fine attributes, casual cheating is not one I'm interested in her inheriting.'

'Or, erm,' Sherlock starts, fingers casually playing with the coin. 'Any.' It's not a question, but suddenly he's looking intently at John, forehead wrinkled.

John's heart squeezes as he clocks what Sherlock's actually trying to get at. 'Sherlock. Bloody hell. Of course.' He inhales harshly. 'I know I'm not-- not exactly trustworthy any more, in that arena.'

But Sherlock cuts off his self-flagellation. 'Poppycock.'

'Beg pardon?'

Sherlock shakes his head. 'You were seduced by a person who could talk someone into murder with the snap of her fingers. She is literally the most brilliant manipulator in the world, and though I hold you in high regard you in no way had the capacity to overcome that.'

The anxiety slowly eases, though he suspects he'll never fully be free of it. 'You're admitting you're not the cleverest?'

He thinks Sherlock will counter in good humour, but instead he's a bit thoughtful. 'I think that, at that level, one is somewhere in the stratosphere, separated from everyone below. I find I rather like it down here.' He smiles crookedly, genuinely, at John. 'In certain company, at least.'

John's heart twinges. 'Well. That's.' He clears his throat. 'That's good. We rather like you down here. Most of the time.'

He breaks eye contact, instead looking at Rosie, who is happily getting banana all over her hands. He hopes the words will be sufficient. 'But I mean it.'

Sherlock's voice is quiet, fond and no-nonsense at the same time. 'I know. I know you, John Watson.'

John feels a smile slowly cross his face. 'Yeah, that's right, you'd catch me out instantly anyway. How I ended up with the one person I literally will not ever be able to keep a secret from, I've no idea. Birthdays and anniversaries are going to be very, very boring.'

Sherlock's smirk gives no doubt as to where his mind has immediately gone. 'Oh, I doubt that.'

John can tell his skin is starting to flush again. 'Speaking of… Coin flip is right out, so…?'

'Paper scissors stone?'

'No!'

'Why not?'

'Because you'd definitely cheat at that.'

'True. Magic 8 Ball?'

'You know what a Magic 8 Ball is?'

'Had a case where it was the murder weapon.'

'What? Really?'

'Yes.' Sherlock leans in, clearly ready to share the tale while assisting Rosie with her cheerios.

And John wants to remember this, this exact feeling of this exact moment, forever.

[❤️]

#It's gonna be MAY 2024 #May Prompts 2024 #MayPrompts2024 #BBC Sherlock #i guess i should tag for #frank discussions of sex #and mild-to-moderate snogging #oh and mentions of Eurus and cheating

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holdupjack · 7 months

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Time Away From You…It Kills Me

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Minister Hermione

WARNING: Slight angst to fluff

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Third Person P.O.V:

Hermione sat in her office as her secretary paced around the room, talking about 'budget meetings' and the 'Wizarding Ball' coming up.

The Minister didn't pay much attention as she stared off into space, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her wife.

Which wasn't unusual, but these thoughts were from stress and worry or fantasies.

Y/n had recently become an official Auror after being a Jinx Remover for many years. She was told that she would be great in both of these professions, but Y/n knew the high risks of chasing after bad guys.

Also, Y/n and Hermione had just moved in together at that point, so she wasn't in a rush to lose any time with her girlfriend at that moment.

Yet as years went by, and the couple had shared their last names, Y/n began to bore from her nine-to-five job.

So, she sat down with the new Minister of Magic at the time and explained her reasoning.

Hermione has always supported her lover, even then. But that didn't mean the horror stories that Harry had shared over the years, didn't seep into her mind.

Luckily, Harry had asked to become partners, to be a mentor of sorts. Yet, he had told Ginny that he would probably make her his permanent companion since he had always enjoyed her company.

Two months ago, they were sent on an investigation with connections to a Dark Wizard named 'Matthew MacGiolla'.

Hermione knew of this threat since she became the Minister a year ago, and it wasn't surprising that half of the Law Department was on this case.

Yet, she was surprised that they had allowed her wife, a newbie, to go on such an important investigation.

Ok, maybe she was hoping that they would have given her a cut-and-dry crime. One that she could finish in a month, but come home at night.

…

Hermione missed her Y/n.

So much.

They'd never been apart for so long before, not even during their school years together. She knew that distance was part of the job, but usually, it was only a week to a month long.

When month two rolled around, communication had disappeared. Hermione had called, only to go straight to voicemail, and she didn't know where they were to send an owl.

And Y/n has been silent on her end.

Ginny had comforted her one night, after the already stressed woman, didn't have her partner to cry to. The Potter told her that it was normal for these kinds of high-priority cases to take longer than usual, and for communication to stop completely.

The ginger said that Harry always told her that 'no news, is good news'. Hermione didn't agree, but it's not like she had much choice in the matter.

But now Hermione sat at her desk, her assistant had given up on grabbing her attention, and left the woman to her own devices.

The former Gryffindor dazed off into the corner of the room, her mind thinking back on their first date.

Then their first kiss.

When they first...tangoed.

(A/N: I love that euphemism for sex, makes me laugh...every time)

Their first apartment.

Their Wedding.

Every first they've had together.

Hermione finally left the train of thought after a while and looked back at her paperwork, just staring at it with no real motivation.

Her worry and sadness crept around her eyes like shadows, until a single tear drop fell onto her desk.

"Dammit," she whispers out harshly as she turned her chair towards the wall behind her and tried to wipe away the innumerable droplets.

Hermione never thought she'd be one of those wives who couldn't handle their spouse being away for work.

She never understood why they felt so lonely, but now she undoubtedly knows the reason. Her Y/n had always been there for her, even before they started dating in the fifth year.

She never felt alone.

Now, Hermione was feeling as though she was standing in a room packed with people, but everyone had their backs to her.

It's weird not having someone to catch eyes with or a hand to hold at functions. A part of her knew that her Y/n was feeling the same way, Hermione knew her wife better than anyone. They have been by each other's side for the last decade now, it would be surprising if she didn't.

Y/n was usually the one to seek out her lover when they went to parties or family events after being separated. She always explained that she 'missed her voice' or 'wanted to hold her hand'.

Hermione now understood the needy nature, and she was pretty sure that she wasn't going to even let go of Y/n when she came home.

Home...it was too empty to call it that.

"I'm going home" she announced when she heard her assistant walk back into her office.

It was quiet for a second, Hermione not even turning around to meet their eyes. Their footsteps came closer, and she saw a figure squatting down beside her chair from the corner of her eye.

"Well, can I walk us home then?"

Her eyes shot beside her to find her wife staring at her with a soft smile. Y/n's hair was longer, her eyes held a very tired look, and she now sported a fresh cut on her chin.

But, Y/n still looked at her like she was the only person that mattered in the world. Hermione's eyes showed the same and more.

"My love" Hermione choked out as she flung herself into her one and only's arms. Y/n welcomed a loving tackle from her wife, and let them both tumble onto the carpeted floor as papers from the minister's desk scattered every which way.

Hermione's lips found her lover's face and painted it with her nude shade of lipstick. Y/n tried to return the love, but her wife couldn't halt her onslaught of pure emotion.

The Minister's hands grasped the sides of Y/n's face when she finally prized herself with a much-needed kiss.

Y/n hummed happily, having missed the feeling of her favorite woman on top of her, and their lips trying to stay connected.

Hermione eventually pulled away a good while later, their lips puffy from the friction, and their hands sneaking under each other's shirts.

Thankfully, Hermione's assistant had left as soon as she saw Y/n walk into the lobby. She knew there was either going to be some rated 18+ stuff, or Hermione was going to kill her.

And she didn't want to be present for either.

(A/N: no smut this time, I'm tired 😔)

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Hermione and Y/n lay on the couch in the office, they held onto one another desperately. It was quiet as they had a blanket wrapped around them, Hermione whispering sweet nothings into her wife's ear.

The office was locked, the blinds were shut, and the lights were off. They wanted to make sure this moment stayed intimate.

"If this is how you're going to greet me, maybe I should go M.I.A more often" Y/n teased as Hermione rolled her eyes and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"If you do, I'll clock you next time" Hermione grumbled, to which Y/n snickered against her collarbone and gave a small peck.

"So, do you want to explain to me how you got this new scar?" Hermione asked as she lifted her wife's chin and carefully ran her finger over the healing gash.

"It's stupid" Y/n sighed as she looked away in embarrassment, to which Hermione chuckled and made her look back.

Y/n had never been the most graceful in their relationship over the years, even when they were just friends at Hogwarts. She tripped, fell, slipped, and buckled all the time.

Hermione sometimes wondered how she was still functioning after all the unwilling self-inflicted damage she'd done.

"What happened Lovely?" she asks in a hushed raspy voice as she runs one of her hands through her lover's hair.

"I tripped over Harry's shoes at the hotel and smacked my chin into the dresser" Y/n explains as Hermione such a breath through her teeth. She could almost feel the impact.

"I'm happy you didn't break any teeth" she replies as she kisses her lips tenderly. Just in case her jaw did hurt still.

"Harry was freaking out, he said he didn't want to be the one to explain to you that I killed myself by tripping over his shoes" Y/n chuckled as Hermione ran her fingers through her wife's hair. Her manicured nails trailing down her scalp just the way she likes.

“I would have strangled him with those stupid laces if that had happened” Hermione grumbled as she felt Y/n chuckle against her bare chest. Her breath tickled slightly, but that only made the Minister pull her closer.

“That is what he was afraid of” Y/n replied as the moonlight began to peak through the office window.

Hermione kisses the space between her eyebrows, sighing softly at the contact she had missed greatly.

“Never leave again” she begs softly as Y/n wraps her arms around Hermione and plays with the ends of her curly hair.

“Hermione-”

“Just lie, until you have to leave again”

…

“I promise”

#harry potter #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #lesbian #fanfic #fluff #angst

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I saw a tiktok that was like "for $100 I'll facetime your family dinner table in scrubs and apologize for not making it to xmas dinner" as a fake-relationship thing and ofc i thought of hob and dream, who's family has been on his case all year to get a nice partner and he came across the offer, not knowing a) hob would be very hot b) that they'd end up texting all day, c) that texting would turn into sexting in the guest bathroom, or d) hob works at the same hospital as death and she recognized him 🫣 oops!

Omggg yes. I really really love Dream getting harrassed by his family over his lack of a relationship!!! Honestly he was PUSHED into faking this thing with Doctor Robert Gadling... he didn't anticipate that he'd enjoy it quite so much.

Dream has deadass never had a medical kink until he saw a picture of Hob in his white coat and scrubs. He's got his hair tied up in a bun, and Dream can't think of anything to say except "wow". Hob takes the flirting very well, luckily, and it makes his boring Christmas a LOT more interesting. When Hob takes a break from work he finds himself in one of the staff bathrooms, sending Dream pictures of the bulge in the front of his scrub trousers.

Death is both delighted and amused to see her colleague on the other side of the facetime, when it eventually happens. She knows that Hob is a slut, bless him. Of course she bursts out laughing and refuses to explain why! She thinks that Hob is perfect for her horny little brother.

If Dream ends up swinging by the hospital to pick Hob up at the end of his shift for a little post-holiday blowjob, well... he's just thanking an essential worker for his services, right? 😏

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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bau-drabbles · 1 year

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safety net

a/n: i'm sad so fluff cause spencer deserves sm love 🫶 didn't proof read so sorry bout the mistakes 🤍

like everyone else, you too had once been in love before. granted, it had been years but you remember it so vividly as if you were experiencing it all over again.

it was the cliche high-school type of love. it was fast, unpredictable, confusing, chaotic. and looking back now, it wasn't the wisest of choices. but you were so eager to recieve some affection, you didn't mind the consequences. you didn't hate your past or yourself, it was love for what you knew love to be then. you were grateful to have an experience that changed your outlook on how you wanted to be treated and how you deserved to be cherished.

now, it was an entirely different matter.

how before you used to wrap yourself in romantic novels, dreaming of such a man to take your breath away, to simply be your knight in shining armour. love was but a far distant dream now. your job, your life made it difficult to keep people around. they needed you to be constant but your work life was so erratic. it was near enough impossible. it wasn't fair on them and it wasn't fair on you

so you swore of it. it seemed to be more trouble than it was worth so why keep it around?

spencer knew this, he was much rather like you actually in some sorts. you both liked reading, learning, engaging in meaningful conversations. you loved listening to him rattle about something he so very clearly held so much passion for and in return, he loved seeing you just talk about anything and everything. truthfully, he just liked being in your company. it was tranquil and clear, you were a moment of calm in his world of uncertainty.

it wasn't until truly looked at you that he'd noticed it, how you'd curl into yourself. placing emotional barriers to protect a heart that had grown to expect rejection from everyone you. a heart so wary of the slightest bit of affection and yet exhausted by the very same thing.

he remembered the first few months of you being at the bau. how reserved you had been, how stoic your face was. you never really spoke or came out with the group, choosing to spend your time catching up on your hobbies. spencer tried to talk but you weren't really interested in maintaining a conversation.

perhaps a little harsh on your part but you had a job to do, not friendships to make.

he never did stop chipping away at your walls however, never once giving up. something about you was intriguing and before he even knew then, you had his heart in the palm of your hand

the walls you had built around yourself were like iron, he had to weld away at them for such a long time before there was the slightest breakthrough. but when he caught a glimpse of that person you hid from others, that heart you guarded so fiercely, he shocked it. he wanted it. needed it, desperately wanting to bask in your glow.

and yet, nothing felt right enough. nothing felt particularly appropriate witb how he wanted to exptess his affections so he chose with what he knew how to do best.

every day he would show with your preferred drink, every night after a case he made sure you age and got home safe. every briefing he saved you a place next to him and every time he visited a crime scene, you'd be his partner. the team constantly teased the pair of you, they'd never see spencer without you and vice versa.

no matter what though, he never stopped leaving small yet sweet messages. whether they be on your desk, in your bag, on your coffee, you smiled at every single one. you cherished every single one.

•••

"y/n" he calls out and you turn, placing your bag upon your shoulder. a few people are littered around the precinct but your team had gone home after saying their goodbye and you followed after. tonight all you wanted to do was take an unbearably hot shower and sink into bed.

"spencer" you give a smile but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. you don't have the energy to plaster a fake smile, the day had been rough on you. your mind a poisonous mess and your heart the most empty it had been in a while.

he knew, he always somehow did.

spencer doesn't say a thing, instead presenting you a bouquet of flowers. he holds his hand out for you to take, giving you an earnest smile. your face drops in shock, blinking in confusion at him and then the flowers.

"gardenias?" your voice is a whisper and you hold them close and they smell so sweet. you practically feel your heart crumbling in your chest with all the possible emotions going into overdrive in your mind.

"you mentioned them one time. i assumed they were your favourite. but i realise i probably should've asked you that..." his fingers sweeps the back of his neck awkwardly as he shoots you a grin. he chooses not to omit the true meaning of why he bought them but if they were in fact your favourite flower, it was only a bonus.

"they are. i-i... didn't think you heard" your voice is soft, your fingers delicately holding the petals. it touched you deeply, he always found ways to make you laugh or smile during your day. and if he couldn't, he'd sit with you until the storm had passed.

"do.... you like them?" he looks like a little boy, looking at you with his lips pressed together tightly. it feels like agony waiting for your response and he hopes it's not negative. he spent so long debating with himself if he should get you flowers, that was more a couple thing right? he didn't want you to think he was making any advances.... unless you wanted him to make them??

then in which case he would buy some roses, those were suitable flowers to gift someone special. red for love, right? but the sheer embarrassment when you look at him with an odd look is what stops him. you both are not exclusive, not yet at least, so he must slow down.

for a genius, love really wasn't one of his many talented subjects. he knew the basics but it all felt so complicated. was he reading too much into your feelings or too little? was he overanalysing your micro expressions or not?

so gardenias it was. you did one time pass by them in a flower shop, he never forgot how you smiled when you had noticed them gushing at how gorgeous they looked. they were beautiful, he had to admit it himself.

but the symbolic meaning of these flowers is also what prompted him to buy it. secret love between two people. he didn't know if you knew about it but even if you couldn't accept him as a lover, you'd always have his friendship and loyalty forever.

"i love them. thank you spencer" you mean every word with your heart, unable to express your feelings coherently. he was so thoughtful all the time.

as you make eye contact with him again, you see the relief practically emanate from him, his eyes twinkling like stars underneath the lights, his whole face lighting up with the smile you grew to adore

all you see in his eyes are the sincerity pooling behind them. there's no ulterior motive, no secrets, nothing but genuine joy. it makes you want to lower your walls and let him in but you're worried, scared. you've never been so vulnerable like this in front of another person for years.

was it real this time or is it in your head?

"you're welcome y/n, forgive my forwardness. i just thought it'd be a nice gesture to..... you know..." he trails off, unable to finish the sentence without revealing how he truly feels. deep down though, you have an inkling on what he truly means but you won't say a thing until he says it first

he opts to walks side by side with you as you both fall into an easy conversation, placing your mind at ease. it always seem to relax when he was nearby and you don't even realise you've linked arms with him as he gives you a list of weird facts that make you question how he ever learned them to begin with.

your giggles are precious to his heart and he finds himself holding you a little closer

it was an arduous process to get you to trust him, but it is one he would be willing to repeat a thousand times if it meant he could be with you in the end.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid x y/n

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Hal and Barry have been dating for a while and both of them have been hunting about getting married. They've been talking about where they'd theoretically have the ceremony, where they'd take a honeymoon, who would be their best men, etc. the only thing they haven't done is actually asked the question.

And that's what Hal is pondering as he's doing a really BORING mission for the Lanterns. But if he wants to propose, he needs a ring and there in lies the problem. Rings are expensive and he is broke as fuck because being an intergalactic space cop somehow doesn't have a salary. And while he's thinking this, he stumbles onto some pretty red and green rocks and has a light bulb moment. He doesn't need to buy a ring, he can make a ring! Here are all these pretty rocks just laying around on this dead planet!

So he takes some rocks, a big ish chunk of iron from a nearby comet, brings them back to earth and gets to work. His lantern ring can do anything needed to make Barry the perfect ring and that's what he's going to do. He puts a ton of thought into it, because Barry works with his hands a lot at work and often has to wear gloves that prevent him from wearing jewelry, he makes it specifically so that the ring will still be pretty if he pins it to his shirt or wears in on a chain. The centerpiece is a big, pretty green rock with lots of red in it that he manages to polish into looking shiny, and it's surrounded by little pieces of sea glass that's red and green too. He gets the iron purified and into a perfectly sized ring for Barry's finger and polished that to a shine too. The most expensive thing about the ring is the dollar store box it came in because he didn't technically have to pay for materials or labour.

So he proposed, Barry said yes, they have their wedding, they both say "I do", Hal steps on the glass, and they honeymoon in Italy. It's beautiful, they're madly in love, everything is going perfectly.

Until Kilowag shows up and is like "Hal, the Guardians want you. You've broken intergalactic law."

And it turns out that the law Hal broke was bringing the rocks back to earth. The Guardians have a rule against that so that rocks that a valuable on one planet can't be brought from another planet and tank the economy. And Barry is wearing the evidence.

So now Hal and Barry, because if his idiot husband is appearing before space court, he's coming along. Their vows said through thick and thin, he just hadn't expected it to happen so soon. And if course, John Stewart, Guy Gardener, and Alan Scot tag along. One for support and two because this is the funniest fucking thing to happen all decade. And then the Justice League finds out about it and they have to go too. One for support and two because this is the funniest fucking thing ever.

The entirety of the case, Bruce is sitting beside Barry whispering to him "it's not to late to leave. We can get out of here right now. I have amazing lawyers, we can get you an annulment and it'll be like this never happened" because he's a supportive friend and also (perhaps even more importantly) he does not like Hal.

But Barry's like "we definitely don't qualify for annulment and I don't think any lawyer is going to believe us if we tell them this"

Hal and Guy are arguing that Hal didn't take the rocks to profit off of them, he took them to make them into a gift. John is talking about earth traditions of giving pretty things to your partner to try and make it seem like this was a weird instinctual thing Hal did by accident to get an insanity plea.

Alan is arguing to give Hal the death penalty.

And then one of the Guardians says that Hal intended to profit off the Bloodstones he took by selling the ring when Bruce freezes and then slaps himself. Hard.

"Bloodstones are pretty much worthless on earth" he says.

And then the Guardians freeze because they've been basing their whole argument on Hal somehow profiting of the pretty rocks he found on a dead planet, only to find out that he basically took beer caps.

So now they have to find out how much the ring is worth, to see if they even have a case. And it turns out they do not.

And it turns out that the entirety of the ring is worth MAYBE, generously, $30. Maybe, if the appraiser is blind. Or new. Because Bloodstone is cheap. Iron is in no demand on Earth. And there are no valuable gems in the ring. Hal didn't even use his ring to know for certain what rocks he picked up off the ground, he literally just thought they were pretty and that Barry would like them because Barry is a nerd who likes space rocks. The only value the ring has is its appearance.

And now basically the entirety of their honeymoon has been spent keeping Hal's dumb ass out of space jail over a pretty ring that, while resilient and made with love, isn't worth anything. So now the Guardians feels dumb and everyone else is asking "how the hell did you even know Hal took the rocks?"

And it turns out the Eobard found out and told Sinestro, who got it back to the Guardians. It's the dumbest thing ever.

They get back and the other lanterns basically look at Hal and ask "so despite all the research you did on how to make the ring, you never stopped to consider the laws of the universe?"

Hal never gets to live it down and it's why Barry gets to put a finger down for "Never Have I Ever Seriously Considered Killing my Beloved Husband After Less Than A Week Of Being Married"

#halbarry #barry allen #hal jordan #green lantern #the flash #Halbarry Headcanon #Fic #DC #Batman #alan scott #John Stewart #Guy Gardener #eobard thawne #sinestro

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