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pairing *:·ﾟdbf!joel miller x female!reader wc *:·ﾟ5k warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! pretty much porn w/ minimal plot, dads best friend, age gap (reader is in early 20s, joel is like late 30s/early 40s) kissing, fun with popsicles (so like ice play, in a way), brief mention of choking, titty play, pet names (lots of ‘baby’ and ‘honey’) dirty talk, praise, slight humiliation if you squint, smidge of mutual masturbation, bossy!joel, unprotected p in v (please wrap it before you tap it), slight breeding kink, probably poorly written smut… i think that’s it :)) an *:·ﾟi lowkey told myself i’d never write a dad’s best friend joel miller story and yet here i am. this literally came to me in a fever dream, and i promise i am still working on my screwed series, but i could not stop writing this. mostly unedited (my bad) but i feel hella proud with this one, so i really hope you all enjoy!! stay safe if your celebrating the fourth today!

synopsis *:·ﾟbeing in a secret relationship with your dad's best friend isn't for the weak. while getting some popsicles from the garage, said boyfriend - joel miller - corners you during the firework show after you spent the day teasing him.

the scorching texas sun was high in the sky, and the sounds of children squealing carried loudly over the radio playing. the miller’s (moreso tommy, even though he didn’t technically live there) had been kind enough to open their pool to the neighborhood for the fourth of july holiday, and on a day like today, you weren’t surprised that their backyard was crammed full of people.

given that your father was joel miller’s best friend, you had already had plans to come utilize his pool, but now you could barely float like you planned with how many children were swimming in it. sarah’s soccer team had come over after practice as well, and it was to the point where even walking in the backyard was like walking through a landmine; you were consciously trying not to bump into anyone or step on a foot (or a child.)

your father had planted himself at the grill with the host himself, the two of them talking about god knows what. every now and then you’d catch joel’s eyes, and he’d take in the bikini top you wore, the sage green color complementing your skin.

you had told your father that you had bought it at the mall last weekend, but the truth was that joel had bought it for you, along with the skimpiest bottoms he could find. those you were wearing too, but you had them concealed by a pair of jean shorts. with the way he was eyeing right now, and the way you were subsequently eyeing him back, you were surprised that no one around you had picked up on the fact that you two were together.

it had been a few months, pretty much ever since you came home to your dad’s from school for the summer. he had moved into this neighborhood after your parents divorce, and when he told you back in january that he had the most amazing neighbor, you were happy for him. flash forward to your visit during spring break and it was joel miller this and joel miller that in your house. not that you really minded, you thought the contractor next door was very handsome, even if he was almost twenty years older than you.

your dad had introduced the two of you during your spring break, with joel being an absolute gentleman, and for a little bit that was all you had. but then your dad was pulled away for work, and even though you were fully an adult, he wanted someone to be there for you if needed. he gave you joel’s phone number, along with the promise that joel would do anything to help you, and that started the snowball effect to the beginning of your relationship.

you hardly used the number while you were home, but for some reason you found yourself staring at it one night alone when you were back in your apartment. joel hadn’t given you any hint, any indicator that he even liked you as a person. you mean, sure, he was kind and always polite to you when your dad had him over for dinners. but you noticed he always purposefully put some type of distance between you, and it just didn’t sit right with you.

so, slightly drunk and alone, you sent him the first text message. a simple, hey, it’s y/n from next door, and then, because you were in a mood and wanted attention: sorry to bother you so late, but my dad told me to text you if i ever needed anything. immediately after you wished you could’ve deleted it, and a few minutes had passed before you decided to put your phone down for the rest of the night. just as you placed it on the table next to your bed, you felt it buzz. think he meant that for when you’re next door, but what can i do for ya?

and that was that. you and joel texted throughout the night, and then all morning, and all afternoon, and all the next night. this continued for weeks, until you graduated to having nightly phone calls, and then facetime calls (you had to have joel ask sarah how to use facetime to begin with, but you thought that was cute) and for the rest of the semester, joel became your closest friend, and your biggest crush. and when you came home for the summer, you officially started dating joel miller. well… it was official between the two of you.

you never imagined falling for your dad’s best friend, and yet, here you were, in his backyard, wearing the bathing suit he had bought you, wishing you could at least hold his hand in front of everyone.

you saw his brown eyes dart in your direction as you moved near the grill, your ears picking up their conversation about the most recent football game. you watched as his pinky finger on the hand by his side extended ever so slightly, and as you walked passed, you brushed your pinky against his. the warmth the feeling gave you made you grin, and you slipped through his open back door, looking for sarah to help you and tommy set up the fireworks display in the street.

the rest of the evening went by in a blur - there were hotdogs and burgers eaten, smores were made with the small bonfire tommy had started, the music volume continued to increase with every passing hour. by the time the sky was pitch black with only a smattering of stars, everyone was full, content, and ready to sit on the sidewalks and lawns to watch the display happening at the end of the cul-de-sac.

you sat near sarah and some of her friends from soccer, listening to them gossip about what was going on in their highschool, but your focus was on joel. your eyes followed every movement of his, watching him pick up the boxes you had hauled out there and rearrange them. the gray t-shirt he was wearing was tighter around his arms, and you watched as the material strained against his biceps, his worn blue jeans curving to the muscles in his thighs.

the sun had gone down hours ago, but your cheeks were burning like it was still noon.

it finally came time for them to start the first round, and everyone chatted excitedly as they watched tommy set up the firework. you watched as joel tossed his brother a lighter, and before you knew it, sparks were flying across the pavement, and both brothers were running from it laughing. everyone’s head tilted back as they followed the spark, and seconds later a ground shaking boom exploded, the sky becoming colored in blue sparks. the children cheered, the adults laughed, and the dogs went crazy barking.

you watched a couple more rounds, grinning as kids began chasing each other with sparklers and laughing when tommy burned his finger slightly on a rouge firework. pushing up on your feet, you wiped your pants for straw pieces of grass while you turned to sarah. “hey, i’m gonna go grab a popsicle, do you want one, hun?” the girls eyes met yours and she nodded her head while still talking to her friend.

you made your way into the garage where you knew joel kept a deep freezer full of goodies on sarah’s behalf. you grabbed the first one you saw, a red cherry popsicle, and opened it while you searched the freezer for sarah’s favorite. you were so preoccupied that you didn’t make out the sound of the door to the garage click shut under the noise of the fireworks, didn’t realize that you were no longer alone until you shifted up and rough, callused hands spread across your exposed middle.

“joel,” you gasped, turning around in his grip with a laugh. his brown eyes were lit with amusement, but they darkened slightly as they roamed down your chest, down your hips where the strings of the bikini bottoms were peaking out. his hands slid down your sides, resting on the waistband of your shorts as he tucked his fingers through the belt loops.

“y’just had to wear this damn bikini, didn’t you?” his voice was rough, grumpy almost, but that was joel’s typical voice, so you just laughed in response. behind you, the freezer door fell shut, and joel took the opportunity to lift you up so that you were sitting on top. the cold surface made you shiver, but it was joel stepping between your legs, pressing his hips against yours harshly that gave you goosebumps.

“well, a nice older man did buy it for me, so i felt compelled.” you teased, moving one of your arms to rest against his shoulder while you licked along your popsicle, the treat already melting in the heat building up in the garage. joel’s eyes zeroed in on the movement, and you couldn’t help but grin as you repeated the motion, sucking the popsicle further in your mouth than probably necessary, watching as his brown eyes practically blended in with his pupils.

“god, you’re trouble,” joel managed to get out before his lips slanted over yours. you moaned into the kiss, consciously holding your popsicle to the side so it didn’t get all over the two of you. your other hand moved to the back of his head, fingers running through his brown locks gently. joel swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and made a low humming sound. “taste like cherries,” he commented, sliding his hand from your waist up to your throat.

“it’s the popsicle,” you gasped out, feeling joel’s hand encompass your neck. he pulled your hips forward against his by your belt loop, rocking you against him. his lips trailed from yours down to your jaw, down your neck, to your chest. the action had you panting out his name like a prayer, and it only further encouraged him. he managed to untie your bikini top without you noticing, and he roughly yanked the material over your head.

“let me see this thing,” leaning back, he took the popsicle from your grip, your hand becoming sticky from it melting in your hand. he licked it himself, which had you giggling, but then he put the treat up to your mouth. “open up, baby. wanna see you lick this like you lick me, yeah?” his voice was soft, comforting almost, which went against the actions of his hands, as one tightened around your neck and the other pushed the cherry treat into your mouth.

your eyes went hazy, and you focused on maintaining eye contact with joel while your face burned with heat. your mouth wrapped around the popsicle, letting him push it in as far as it could go. the coldness of the treat shocked you momentarily, feeling a slight burning sensation against your tongue as he held the popsicle in your mouth for a moment before slowly pulling it out.

your cheeks hollowed against it, sucking as much of the flavor off as you could, and when joel pulled it out of your mouth, a red string of your spit fell from your lips to your chest, dripping down in between the valley of your breasts. “fuck, honey.” joel groaned, his hips rutting against yours momentarily before he leaned down, licking up the trail of red juice on your skin. a whimper escaped from your mouth as you pressed your chest closer to his mouth, and joel took the opportunity to force the popsicle back in your mouth.

he slowly moved the popsicle inside your mouth, and even though he had his eyes closed while he pressed his mouth against your chest, you twirling your tongue around the treat, wanting to please him always. you could feel your bathing suit bottom sticking to your core with how wet you were becoming, and you wiggled your hips against joel’s body to get some type of friction.

he sucked one last kiss against your neck, biting against your skin before he pulled away. “goddamn, baby. such a good girl for me, huh? suckin’ on this popsicle like it’s my damn cock.” his crude words made you whimper, and with one last twist, he pulled the popsicle out of your mouth. his dark eyes stared at your mouth for a moment, taking in how red the popsicle made your lips. how wet they were from your saliva.

joel’s mouth formed into a smirk before it was pressed against yours. your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails scratching his scalp faintly. he sucked your bottom lip in his mouth, running his tongue over it slowly as if savoring the cherry flavor. his teeth nipped your lip, causing a moan to emit from your mouth. joel grinned against your mouth, and you tugged him closer, desperately seeking more.

the air in the garage was becoming suffocating, and you could feel sweat forming along your upper body. joel could feel it too, still clad in his t-shirt and jeans, and he gave you one more deep kiss before he pulled away. “you feelin’ hot, baby?” you could only nod your head, a whimper escaping your mouth as he grinned wickedly at you, eyeing the popsicle once more, the treat half melted. “let’s cool ya down, then.”

you watched with a slightly opened mouth as joel moved the popsicle to your chest, and you gasped when he pressed it against your skin, moving it down the valley of your breast. the coldness made goosebumps rise across your chest, and you couldn’t help the small moans at how good it felt. joel’s attention was solely on popsicle, watching the sticky trail of red juice follow where he guided it.

“joel,” you whimpered, reaching down to grip his forearm tightly. you could see him smile, could see him bite down on his bottom lip as he moved the popsicle to trail over your nipple. the gasp you made had him obsessed, and he ran the cold treat over your sensitive nub over and over again, taking in your gasps and moans, which were being drowned out by the fireworks outside.

“fuck, you look so pretty like this.” joel muttered, almost to himself, but you could make out the words in his deep voice. he sounded strained, as if he were holding himself back from simply pouncing on you. you wish he would, though, as you could feel your inner thighs become wet with your slick. your core was clenching around nothing, and it had been so long since the two of you were able to get away that you were desperately aching for him.

the popsicle was melting quicker now, the juices moving swiftly down your stomach as joel traced the popsicle across your chest to the other nipple. you were squirming as much as you could, seconds away from begging joel to stop and to just fuck you already. but you could see it in his eyes that he wanted this, that he was enjoying this, so you let him have it, and you admired the growing bulge in his jeans.

soon the popsicle was nothing but a puddle mixed into your skin, and joel tossed the stick to the side. “think i need to clean you up now, baby. look at the mess you made,” he said with a tsk, as if you were the one who drew on your chest with the popsicle. you didn’t have it in you to argue, though, especially when joel bent down and took your sensitive nipple in his mouth.

the contrast of the cold popsicle juice with joel’s warm mouth had you groaning, and you slumped against the garage wall as joel traced the popsicle trail with his tongue across your chest. he would pause here and there to place open mouthed kisses along your skin, and you knew in the morning you’d have some small bruises littering your skin. you liked wearing them though, liked having the reminder than joel had marked you as his. because you were, undoubtedly.

“joel, baby, please,” you whimpered, not fully understanding what you were asking for, but joel thought you were begging so beautifully. he wanted to hear you plead his name for the rest of his life. he pulled your nipple in his mouth, tweaking it with his teeth. a sharp pain flitted through your body, only lasting a second, but he did it again, and again, and soon you were panting.

“please, what?” joel mocked, grinning against your skin as he moved to squeeze your breast with his rough hands. “this not enough for ya?” satisfied that he cleaned up the mess the popsicle had made, he trailed his mouth up to your neck and across your jaw before pausing right in front of your face. his breath was warm as it fanned across your face, and you leaned in to kiss him but he pulled away, a teasing grin on his face.

“no,” you whined, moving your hands down the waist of his jeans. he let your fingers fumble with the button before he unbuttoned his pants himself, yanking the zipper down. your hand went inside his boxers immediately, and joel let out a curse as your fingers wrapped around the hard length of this cock. just the feeling of it in your hand had you moaning, and you slid your hand along his shaft the best you could in your position.

“‘course it ain’t enough for you. your needy little cunt needs more, yeah? needs my cock in it to stretch it out?” his hips moved in rhythm with your hand, his hand resting against the freezer top in a fist. his eyes fell shut as you pumped along his cock, and you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him. you loved seeing him like this, because it made you feel powerful. like you were the only person who could bring joel pleasure like this.

with a growl, joel’s hands suddenly moved to your shorts, where he unbuttoned them with swiftness and yanked them down. you lifted your hips, helping him get the material past your thighs, and they fell to the garage floor. “feet up, baby.” joel tapped your thigh gently, and you removed your hand from his boxers, lifting your legs up and bending your knees to rest your feet on the edge of the freezer.

you wanted to blame the wet feeling between your legs on the humid air gathering inside the garage, but you would’ve been a damn liar. you could feel yourself soaking through the material of your bikini bottoms, and you knew the moment joel was able to see it because he let out a string of curses. he brought his hand to the material, running his fingers gently down the seam, and you both moaned.

“jesus christ, honey. have you been wet like this for me the entire time?” his southern accent was starting to show more, as it did when he got excited. he ran his fingers along the seam once more before pushing the flimsy material to the side and running his finger through your wet folds, and he groaned at feeling how wet you were before sliding one of his fingers inside of you.

“oh, yes, joel. please, fuck me, please,” you whimpered, your hips rocking against the freezer in tandem with his finger as he pumped it inside of you. if you were more cognizant, you would’ve probably been embarrassed by the noise that was coming from between your legs, but you were too lost in the pleasure, especially when joel moved his thumb up to glide against your clit.

“you are askin’ nicely, baby,” he said, mostly to himself as he watched his finger push inside of you, watched the wetness that coated it with every pump. he was obsessed with the way you were clenching around him, and he could hardly wait himself to feel that movement against his dick. “yeah, i think i will fuck ya.”

with one last push, he pulled his finger out from inside you, and laughed when he heard you whine about the loss. “‘s okay, honey. promise i’m gonna fill that little pussy up with my cock real soon, okay?” he made quick work of letting his jeans hit the floor, soon followed by his boxers. his throbbing cock sprung free from his underwear, and you couldn’t help but trail your hand down to your core, pushing your bottoms to the side and slipping your fingers through your wetness at the sight of him. he let out a low groan before spitting in his hand, bringing it to the tip of his cock and slowly palming it while he watched you swirl your fingers against your clit.

“here baby, make sure ‘m nice and wet for that pussy,” joel muttered, stepping closer to your body as held the underside of his cock in his hand, still pumping it up and down slightly. you ran your fingers through your folds once more, gathering the wetness that had started to spread down your thighs, and reached out to wrap your fingers around his tip. soon, the head of his cock was shining from both his spit and your juices.

joel moved his left hand to settle on your waist, tilting his thumb down just enough to pull the material of your bikini to the side. his other hand continued to work his shaft as he moved even closer, his knees hitting against the side of the freezer. his eyes were solely focused on your exposed pussy, but you were watching his face, wanting to see his expression when he put it in for the first time.

“god, you’re so pretty down here. think i’m the luckiest man in texas, baby.” joel said, a smirk settled on his lips as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, your mouth dropping open in a sigh as you felt it slide against your clit. joel moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, and he lifted it to his mouth, holding it between his teeth. you took in the sight of his tan and toned body, and then his eyes snapped up to meet yours as he pushed the head into your wet hole, the both of you taking in each other’s reaction.

you fought the urge to close your eyes, the feeling of his big cock stretching you out was almost too much for you. your nose scrunched up slightly, and a louder moan came from your throat. for the first time that night, you were glad tommy had spent two hours shopping for fireworks, as the sound of the explosives and festivities drowned out your cries. joel bit down on his bottom lip as he continued to push himself inside of you, mentally focusing on not coming right then and there.

he paused when he was fully seated inside of you, taking a moment to catch his breath as the two of you were both panting in the heated garage. you noticed joel’s forehead had become slick with sweat, and you gently brushed back the dark hair that had fallen forward. your hand slipped down to rest on his cheek, and he pressed a kiss into the middle of your palm before he started moving his hips.

“fuck, joel,” you whimpered, your foot slipping from it’s hold on the edge of the freezer. joel moved his right hand to grip your thigh, spreading you open before him once more. his nails dug little half-moon imprints in the fat of your thigh, and the angle allowed you to take him a little deeper than before.

“that’s what i’m doin’ honey,” his words were slightly muffled from the t-shirt in his mouth, but you could see the grin from his teasing, letting out a sharp laugh before it turned into a groan. he moved to pull his cock out, and you almost cried at the loss, your hips moving on their own accord to follow his length. his grip on your waist tightened, keeping you still, until he barely had the head of his cock inside. he thrusted forward again, much quicker this time, and this time your eyes did screw shut at the feeling of is cock filling you up so completely.

your hands rested on his shoulders, gripping him so hard that you were basically anchoring yourself to him. “so deep, joel… so good,” you praised, your head rolling back on your neck as joel continued to fuck you at a thourough pace. the t-shirt fell from his mouth as he started to moan. his knees banged against the freezer, the freezer banged against the wall, and the fireworks outside masqued both the sounds. curses and praises fell from joel’s mouth - “fuckin’ hell, baby. your pussy gets tighter every damn time i fuck you, huh? you’re doin’ so good, honey, takin’ my cock like a good girl” - and you were feeling so hot, so full. joel was nearly fucking you into oblivion with how muddled your thoughts were.

the sound of his skin slapping against your wet skin was all you could focus on, a noise you would’ve been more embarrassed by if it weren’t a testament of how turned on joel made you. each stroke of his cock had you whimpering, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. you moved a hand down to your pussy, moving your fingers against your clit and brushing up against his length every time he thrusted inside of you. the action not only made heat pool to your stomach, but it made joel groan. “that’s it baby, play with that little clit of yours. gonna make yourself come on my cock tonight? gonna let me fill this pussy up with my cum?”

“oh my god, joel, please - right there,” you sobbed, your inner thighs shaking slightly as the feelings became too much to handle. joel picked up on how close you were to coming with how tightly your pussy was clenching around him, and he continued to thrust his hips against yours, the wet noises coming from between your legs made his head feel light.

small, breathy pants fell from your mouth as you moved your fingers faster against your clit, and distantly you could hear joel encouraging you to let go - “that’s it, honey. you’re takin’ my cock so well, let me make you feel good baby.” - and as joel leaned forward to place a kiss on your damp forehead, you felt yourself burst. a loud cry came from your lips as your body went rigid, little white stars showing up behind your eyelids as pleasure coursed through every vein in your body.

“oh, fuck, baby,” joel groaned out, his grip on your body becoming impossibly tight as his hips thrust into you, his movements faltering slightly. the feeling of your pussy clenching around his length while you came was what sent him over, and he ground his hips against yours as he came. you could feel his cock throbbing, the warmth from his seed filling you up as joel tilted his head back and moaned. you watched him through hooded eyes, struggling to catch your breath, but the sight of joel coming was almost enough to help you come again.

he kept his cock inside you as you both came down from your orgasms, and it moved inside you a little when he leaned forward again, making you whimper. “sorry, baby,” joel said softly, slowly pulling himself out while pressing his lips against yours. you eagerly kissed him back, moving a hand to rest on the back of his neck while he deepened the kiss. you felt unbelievably wet, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“your cum is running down my thigh, miller.” you said against his lips, causing the older man to laugh. he pulled away enough to take in the mess that was leaking out of your pussy, and then he did something that shocked you - he gathered up the slick with two of his fingers before pushing it back inside of you. your nails dug into his skin as his fingers entered your sore pussy, moaning softly as he watched himself intensely.

his gaze moved back to your eyes, where he gave you a wicked grin before leaning in to kiss you again. you sighed against his mouth, your body relaxing on the freezer before the two of you started to clean yourselves up. joel went into the house to grab a washcloth and a spare t-shirt for you, considering your chest was stained red and covered in little hickeys. he gently cleaned the mess from between your legs, then himself, and helped you pull your shorts back on. you had him help tie your bikini top again, his fingers coasting against your skin. he gave the back of your neck a quick kiss before turning you around and putting his t-shirt over you.

“there. now those pervs outside can’t catch a glimpse of ya,” he said, seeming satisfied with himself as he yanked up his pants. you couldn’t help but roll your eyes - his cum was literally dripping out of your pussy and yet he was acting jealous.

“oh? you mean pervs like you?” you teased, laughing as he swatted away your fingers that were trying to poke him. you thought you heard him mutter something in agreement, but a particularly loud firework went off at the same moment, so you were clueless. you figured that they were on the finale with how frequent and how loud the next few fireworks were, so you gave joel one last kiss before sneaking out the door, which you thankfully noticed was locked.

as you made your way to the grass, you mentally ran a checklist. you remembered to put your shorts back on, along with your top and a t-shirt. you remembered to clean off the freezer top with one of the towels joel kept in the garage, and you remembered to let your hair down to cover a hickey on the side of your neck. you remembered to go out the garage door, while joel went out through the living room, as he told tommy he was going in to get medicine for a headache. you felt like the two of you had covered all the bases as you sat down on the grass near sarah.

“hey, where are our popsicles?”

oh, fuck.

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the-fluff-piece · 1 year

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Law's wedding day

Fluffy, fluffy sfw story about Law x fem!reader getting married. In this first part it's the evening before this great event and he thinks about his past.

Tomorrow was the big day, Law would marry the love of his life and everyone he ever cared about was there. It was absolutely overwhelming to him, he couldn't fathom that this was really happening. There had been enough moments in his life when this seemed like a fever dream. First he thought he wouldn't live that long - than he was driven by revenge. But he found someone that completely changed his priorities and turned his life upside down, for the better.

He sat in his room in the polar tang and dreaded the tradition that he had to be apart from her on the night before their wedding. It was the first time in months that he had to endure a night without her and the loneliness didn't really help his anxiety.

His gaze fell on his suit hanging on the wall, ready for the big day. It suddenly seemed to big to fill for him. Too much meaning entwined within. Would he be a good husband? What did he know of love or family?

Like so often when he felt alone and had no one to turn to, he looked up to the night sky. It made him think of all the people that where gone. And in moments like these, it felt like a conduit to the past.

"Hey Cora-San, how are you?", he began talking to the stars above him. He didn't have a picture or a reminder of him, so he just spoke to the same sky he had once shared with his savior. "You wouldn't believe what happened. I asked her to marry me and she said yes! I will be a husband. I will have a family.", he happily announced, imagining Corazon smoking on his bed. "I'm really proud of you Law!", he would say. "I knew you could do it! You're free!", he would probably add proudly.

He would be so proud, Law thought as the image of his dear friend faded and he was alone again. I wish he could be there when I say my vows. I wish he would slip and fall on the dancefloor the whole evening. The thought made him chuckle. But he won't.

Like many he'd cared about - he won't be there. It has been so long, Law could only guess what his parents might be like on his wedding day. Would his father have made a far too long, awkward speech, spiked with typical dad jokes? He hoped so. Would his mother have cried when he kissed his bride? Maybe. And Lami...? He didn't even know who she would have become. But he was sure she would have been unnerving and wild and absolutely wonderful.

As his thoughts where slipping towards all he had lost, there was a knock on the door. "Law?", Bepo's familiar murmur came from beneath the door. "Law, are you awake?"

"Yes, what is it?", Law answered.

"I can't sleep, I am so nervous", the blushing bear confessed as he opened the door. "Can we...I mean can we just...talk?"

"Sure", Law pointed at his bed and his first men sat down with a groan. "Aren't you nervous?", he asked shyly.

"A little", Law answered, raking his hands through his hair. "It is a big day after all."

"It is", Bepo said.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the huge mink staring at his fumbling paws. "I hope I don't mess up my speech", he said softly.

"And even if, it would be funny", Shachi's voice said from the half open door. "Mind if we join you?", Penguin asked while already pressing past his buddy.

Law knows that he won't be able to stop them and points towards the bed. All three of them where sitting there squeezed on his small bed in the small cabin, Law sitting at his desk. They brought some grog, for the nerves and where in the highest of spirits. "MAN LAW I am so HAPPY", Shachi announces to half the ship. "This will be an awesome wedding! I'm gonna eat and drink so much!", Penguin chimes in. It seemed to inspire Bepo, the bear seemed happier and more relaxed. "Oh, I look forward to my suit. Law and me have similar outfits. It will be so great!", his black eyes gleamed with unfiltered joy.

A chuckle escaped Law's throat, his gloomy thoughts gone. "Now you smile Law, but wait until I tell everyone in my speech what a weird kid you were!", Shachi joked. "What?! At my wedding? In front of my bride?", Law shook his fist. "Like the story when you tried to use your powers to fly and hit your head so hard you almost past out?"

Penguin, Shachi and Bepo exploded in laughter - it was so infectious Law couldn't help but smile, too. "If you do that it's toilet cleaning duty for a month!", Law reprimanded him.

"What's going on here, you guys are so loud I can barely sleep!", Hakugan stood in the door frame with his hands on his hips, his white mask gleaming like a ghost in the shadows.

"Yeah, you look so tired, man!", Penguin teases and they laugh some more.

"Jeez boys, can you tune it down?", Ikakkus locks appeared behind Hakugan. "If you're throwing a party at least tell us?", she complained. Law could already see more figures in the hallway as both of them squeezed into the tiny room, too.

"It's getting really crowded in here", Law said, jumping a little in his chair when Jean Barts giant face appeared in the porthole of Law's room.

"Hey, I want to party, too!", his muffled voice could be heard from outside. "There is no party here", Law screamed at the crowded cabin. "Party? We're in!", Law could hear even more of his crew from outside. This was getting out of hand - everyone pushed into his room.

Unnerved, he summoned a room that engulfed the ship and teleported everyone, including himself, on deck, so he could finally breathe again. When everyone thumbed onto the polar tang, there was a short moment of confusion - until Penguin screamed "PARTY ON DECK", followed by a collective "YEAH!", as everyone started bustling around to get tables, food and drink outside to get the party really going. Law stood there, baffled, as he watched his crew.

They where a great bunch, he would be getting married to a great girl. On the horizon, he could see the lights of the straw hat's boat. They were great friends. Fully realising that he was surrounded by his friends - his found family, Law couldn't be happier. For the first time in so many years, he could hardly wait what the future would bring him. With a laugh, he joined his crew.

In the next part, Law's wedding will take place. There will be quite a lot of fun. Will Bepo mess up his speech? What will the straw hat crew do? Who will take the microphone and sing karaoke?

Like this one? Check out my masterlist!

Tags: @julia-shephard

It's not part three but maybe you like this one, too!

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tinypeaceconnoisseur · 2 months

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LACY ( lestappen ) Part 3 baby !!!

* Sweet sexy Lacy ,

I'm losing it lately,

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin *

It is the Saudi Arabia GP and the whole team is in Jaddah now . We recently found out about carlos's appendix. Turns out , he cannot drive and is requiring immediate surgery. Im sitting on the red loveseat in the hospitality, as the team buzzes around in total chaos. We cannot afford to not compete this weekend , they will have to bring in the reserve . The reserve driver , as it turns out, is a young rookie from F2, Oliver Bearman . Fred brings him in a few hours before quali . He has fluffy brown hair and matching brown eyes and he looks at everything as if it's the best thing he has ever seen . I even caught him stealing glances of me with starstruck eyes. It reminds me of when I was his age and equally ( if not more ) awestruck my sebb . The difference however is , he was Sebastian Vettal , 4 time world champion and I was nothing . I could not stop myself from feeling that I would end up disappointing my young teammate and that thought made me sadder than it had any right to. The qualifying was an hour away , so I walked out to clear my thoughts . Eventually I found a secluded place next to the Williams motor home. Just as I sat down and had closed my eyes , I felt movement next to me . I sighed , mentally preparing to be social again , but when I open my eyes , I came face to face with none other than max verstappen. He grinned at me and I felt myself relax a bit . Max was one of the few people who seemed to actually get me . Just as a comfortable silence set in , Max asked me ,

"So......... the new rookie will be driving? "

I just nodded my head. Max's grin widened.

"Well from what I've heard , he's a big fan of yours eh. Must be a childhood dream of his, driving for ferrari and that too with you ."

I wasn't so sure. Driving for ferrari was indeed every drivers dream but that's about it for him . How max seemed to have so much trivia about everyone was lowkey astonishing, but given the fact that he barely had to worry about the race probably gave him a lot of free time . Anyways , I was not about to object to anything he said , so I just made a non committed noise . Unfortunately for me , Max seemed to have caught on to my lack of agreement. He turned towards me with a frown and a raised eyebrow and I was forced to elaborate.

"I don't think hes too excited about me Max" , I told him gloomily.

He's frown deepened.

"Who told you that ?", he demanded angrily. Huh ." No one " , I replied truthfully and a little confused, " It's just , I'm not Sebb or Lewis yk ?? I'm not the kind , helpful person and nor am I a living legend. ,"

Okay , now he looked a little incredulous and the sudden realization of how whiny I must have sounded hit me like a ton of bricks . I flushed bright red and turned to quickly go curl up in a ball , but Max was stopping me .

"Sit down" , he commanded , looking way too determined for my liking .

"Now I'm going to talk and you will listen very carefully. Understand?" I simply nodded .

"Charles you are one of the best drivers on the grid " he shot me a glare as I tried to protest " You are amazing with the car , nice to everyone and an inspiration to many , many young people . Anyone will be honored to be your teammate , get it? . You have put that shitty car to places it has no business belonging to and you must be proud of your self . I will NOT tolerate you critiquing yourself like this . Do you understand? "

Yep , this was a fever dream because there was simply no way I had the current world champion lecturing me about self esteem . This was simply absurd , but It was real . Just as max appeared to start looking uncomfortable, I felt myself smile . A real one this time. Before I knew what happened, I was hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me without hesitation .

I knew that it was going to be alright.

PS : This is charles pov , different from the pattern the previous ones followed cause I felt the lines worked better with him . It's also longer than the other cause I kinda got carried away lol😆 .

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lacy olivia rodrigo #formula one #ollie bearman #saudi arabian gp 2024

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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i. Maneater

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!reader

Word Count | 2,020

Summary | You have a bit of a reputation for...getting around. But you pretend to be a sweetheart oh so well. Luckily, Eddie "The Freak" Munson knows how to see right through the rumors.

Author's Note | just a casual little three parter! also, I apologize in advance if this one is a little out of character for him. I kind of struggled to get his vibe accurate. also omg I'm in love with the cover. this picture of him has me frothing at the mouth just a tad. his gaze is so soft. and. his arms. I am in love again. I most likely will make a sequel for this little trilogy because I have IDEAS.

Warnings | mentions of promiscuity, mentions of drug usage, nothing else I can think of!

Parts |

Maneater

i. | ii. | iii.

Head Over Heels

i. | ii. | iii.

Your brother was a fanatic at this point. He talked about Dungeons and Dragons almost all the time. In the car on the drive to school, during school, at the dinner table, and any other conversation he could slip the game into. You wouldn’t be surprised if his dreams were filled with it either. Neither you or your mom really bought into the conspiracy that it was indoctrinating kids into a satanic cult, but you both agreed that the obsession Dustin had slowly been cultivating throughout his childhood was reaching a fever pitch, especially when he joined the high school's D & D club.

There was one other thing that Dustin talked about a lot too, and that was the Hellfire Club’s Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson. Being a teenage boy with no father figure in his life, Dustin latched on to almost any older male in his life. And he got protective of them very quickly.

For example, when Steve came around, Dustin made you swear up and down that you weren’t going to fall madly in love with him. That had been an easy promise to make. Steve Harrington wasn’t exactly your type. Yeah, he was cute and had been a basketball player, but he lacked the grit that you really looked for in guys. Besides, you hadn’t forgotten how he’d bullied a bunch of your friends during sophomore year. Steve was too conventional, you decided. Too much like the kind of guy your mother would adore if you took him home.

And as much as you loved your mother, you did enough with your life to make her proud. So what if you went to the occasional party on the weekend? So what if you snuck a few guys into your room? As long as you made it home before your 11 pm curfew and kept your grades high, you were just fine. Your mother didn’t have to know about any of your exploits outside of school.

Except Dustin knew. A little. He couldn’t be stopped from pushing his nose into your affairs on a good day but when he walked into your bedroom as Connor Fielding was putting his shirt back on after a particularly eventful night, Dustin swore he’d keep his mouth shut about all of it if you did one thing. That one thing was driving him to every place his social life required him to be at. Thus began your thankless career as Dustin’s chauffeur.

Though you’d driven Dustin to D & D meets about a dozen times before and went to the same high school as him, you’d never met this Eddie Munson. All of your classes were in advanced placement so you’d certainly never been in a classroom with him. You hadn’t even had a chance encounter during his infamous rants in the cafeteria where he teased the jocks and cheerleaders. The way your classmates talked about him with such disdain combined with Dustin’s idolatry of him fueled this legendary status. The man might as well be a god, as far as Dustin had convinced you.

So when you saw the leather and denim clad, curly haired, dark eyed guy with chains and jewelry dripping from almost every part of his look, you didn’t think twice. In fact, you wouldn’t have thought about him again if he hadn’t spotted you in your car and sauntered over as Dustin ran to get into the backseat. And nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared you for seeing him up close.

“Well, hello there.” He purred with a lazy smirk. He had a bit of a six o' clock shadow forming along his jaw, telling you that he couldn't possibly be a high school student. Yet, he wore the same baseball style tee that members of the Hellfire Club wore. Whoever this guy was, you didn't care exactly.

“Hi,” you muttered, returning a tight lipped smile. You were just waiting for Dustin to buckle his seatbelt when the guy brought his fists up to rest under his cheeks, elbows planted firmly on your door.

“Uh…do I know you?” Your brow quirked up at him.

“I was wondering the same thing.” His eyes went wild, his expression almost theatrical in nature.

“I’m Dustin’s older sister.” You shook your head slowly, hoping the interaction would soon be over. Through your rear view mirror you could just start to see Dustin’s face contort into a horrified frown.

The guy gave Dustin a brief but knowing look before replying, “Ah, makes sense. I’m-”

“Eddie Munson! He’s Eddie Munson, the Dungeon Master, and he’s totally off limits!” Your brother screeched from the backseat.

“What’s that all about?” Eddie chuckled awkwardly.

You lowered your voice, scrunching your nose, “Nothing, he just gets fussy when he hasn’t had a snack in a couple of hours.” The little comment earned a snort from Eddie and he dipped his head, covering his face with his hair, so Dustin wouldn’t see him laugh

His gaze peeked out from behind his dark locks, “So what’s a girl like you doing toting her brother around all day?”

You sighed, already exasperated at his antics. Based on the stories, you’d expected Eddie Munson would be…well…a freak. But at that moment he looked just like any other guy trying to philander his way into your life.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s none of your business.” You said sweetly.

“Oh, we’re doing cheeky now? I can be cheeky.” The smirk only grew, crawling up the side of his face and making his cheeks puff out.

You squinted, tilting your head teasingly, “No, it’s just that I barely know you aside from how Dusty blabbers about you all the time.”

"I can hear you, you know? You can’t just talk about me like I’m not here.” Hearing his name, Dustin chimed in again, though he was quickly ignored.

“So you do know me?” Eddie's eyes seemed to fill with stars.

You shot him down before he could get too full of himself, “I know of you. That’s a little different. I will say that your reputation certainly precedes you. I was picturing some horns…and…fangs.” But the comment did nothing but encourage his ego.

“Oh, I can pull out the fangs.” He chuckled, biting at the inside of his cheek. He was enjoying this back and forth. How you leveled with him so effortlessly.

Dustin kicked at the back of your seat hard and you held back the urge to turn around and scream at him. “Maybe another time. I’ve got to get Dusty home.” You said sarcastically.

And with that, Eddie was lifting his arms from your door and taking a few steps back, finally deciding to throw in the towel, “Of course. It was a pleasure meeting you…uh…I didn’t catch your name?”

“Y/n!” You yelled as you pulled out of your spot. As you drove away you were leaving Eddie Munson standing on the pavement, positively dumbstruck, and deciding that he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

You made your way to McDonalds. Dustin always liked having a snack after a long D & D meeting. You weren't lying when you remarked on it to Eddie. Dustin would've been mortified, not wanting his image tainted in the eyes of his hero. You ordered what you usually did for Dustin: a hamburger with fries and a chocolate sundae.

"So, Dusty, you didn't tell me that your Dungeon Master was like that." You mused as you pulled further into the drive through.

"Yeah, I didn't tell you for a reason." He glared at you with spite, far too much for a fourteen year old.

You gave your debit card to the employee at the first window, paying for your order. "You know, you're being awfully rude to the person who's getting you a delicious and nutritious full course meal."

Dustin sighed heavily and pointed at you through the rearview mirror. "You have to promise me that you're gonna stay away from him or else." He threatened.

You scoffed, taking your card back and shoving it into your purse along with the receipt. "Or else what? You don't get to control who I spend time with." The smile you pulled was sarcastic, nowhere close to taking your brother seriously.

Dustin sputtered, searching for a bit of leverage to weigh against you. "Or else...or else...I'll...I'll tell Mom that you were smoking with Tristan McGowan in the backyard last week!"

Your mouth hung open. You hadn't thought he'd seen that. You were so sure that everyone else in your house had gone to sleep by the time you snuck out into your backyard and laid against Tristan's chest on the swinging bench, smoking the weed that he'd bought from somewhere you didn't know. Had you laughed too loud at one of his very unfunny jokes and woken Dustin? Or maybe it was Tristan's hollering about how the Hawkins basketball team was sure to win the tournament this year. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. Your mother would be disappointed about you bringing boys over. But the weed would make her absolutely furious with you.

"You wouldn't..." You trailed off, stare turning ice cold.

Dustin beamed wickedly, "Oh, you know I would! You do anything with him and I'll squeal like a pig!" Dustin snorted and made shrill squealing sounds in your backseat, lending intensity to just how willing he was to blow the lid wide open on what you were usually able to get away with.

You groaned loudly and pinched the bridge of your nose. "Fine, I promise I won't go anywhere near him." You deadpanned. The employee at the second window gave you your food in a bag and you passed it back to Dustin.

Tearing open the paper bag, Dustin said, "Good. Because he likes you. As long as you ignore him, we should be fine, though." As soon as Dustin said it, he knew he was in trouble.

Your eyes lit up, "What makes you think he likes me?" You figured that the guy was interested just a little. But Dustin knew the guy better than you. And you were dying to know what he knew that you didn’t.

"Forget I said anything." Dustin replied dismissively and took a massive bite of his burger, hoping that with his mouth stuffed, he wouldn’t have to keep talking about this with you.

"C'mon, Dusty. You didn't say anything about not being able to talk about him, so spill. Or else I'll tell mom about how you've been making those long distance calls to Suzie." A few times you'd covered for Dustin for the calls, saying that it was simply a friend from summer camp. Dustin groaned and rolled his eyes.

He grumbled through a mouthful of burger, "Fine. I can tell because he was doing...whatever that was."

"What, flirting?"

"Gross. And yes. Eddie's not really the kind of guy that...flirts." Dustin grimaced, obviously disgusted imagining his mentor having any sort of interests outside of D & D and heavy metal. Eddie Munson wasn’t like Steve, he didn’t suck up to girls. And if he was sucking up to you, it was obviously some sort of fluke. Maybe he was in a good mood from the campaign going so well so far.

You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel as you drove. "I don't know. Everyone talks about how weird and scary he is but he's just kind of a…dork."

"Exactly! But he isn't just nice to people like that."

"Oh, so just because he was nice to me that obviously means he likes me, huh?" Dustin nodded critically, "God, Dusty. You really are such a freshman."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He cried. You laughed knowingly, as if you held some older sibling wisdom that he was too little to know about. But soon enough he shook his head and went back to finishing his food. And as much as you waved off his concern and assured him you didn’t like the freak, you went to bed wondering what it would be like for Eddie Munson to sink his fangs into you.

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eyesaremosaics · 21 days

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The world is in such a state, that I feel embarrassed sharing my thoughts or feelings about anything, especially something as petty as my personal problems.

I’m writing today for myself, and maybe someone out there can relate.

I’ve been going through changes for a while now. I’m definitely experiencing a spiritual awakening I have had many encounters (some I initiated, but most having to do with the random crossing of paths) that were very healing, some after ten years or more of silence between us. It’s almost like… all the wounding that I did and that was done to me in my twenties has come full circle.

I have felt overflowing love, understanding, as well as a consciousness of my part to play in every relationship/situation. It was painful to look at my shadow self so clearly. To peel back the layer of victimhood, and realize that maybe I was the problem, in many respects.

Yet in this process of fully realizing my faults, I have developed something I never had before: compassion for myself. I understand why I was the way I was, and looking back, I was able to see just how far I’ve come. It was a good feeling, a proud feeling. Tying off loose ends energetically from so many people from my past. People who were major players in my story (and I in theirs).

It’s bittersweet, the forgiveness is heartfelt on both sides, yet the empty echo of what was, and will never be again lingers on. Yet the older I get, the more I realize it’s all perspective.

With the impending eclipse, I have felt this urge to transform. This shedding of skin. I keep peeling it off like strips, like the bark from a very old tree. I’m uncomfortable being “comfortable”. I keep thinking beyond me, I constantly leave my body, float up to god knows where.

This quiet dissociation gets me into trouble.

On the regular.

Like a fever dream you live on, a heartbeat in my head. All the dreams, your shadowed face. All apologies. Wanting to speak to me. Whispering words I can’t remember upon waking. It feels like energetic stalking. Sitting on all these words I’ve written.

All the perspective I’ve gained in recent weeks… on each past relationship I had. The gifts I got from each lover, what I learned, and how I’ve changed. I harbor no anger toward any of them anymore. I understand it all. I see it from a Birds Eye view. The drop in the bucket, rippling out into ocean blue. The reverberation spills into areas I don’t even realize, to people I’ve never met.

Sitting with all the ugly things I’ve said and done in my life.

Comforted by the fact that in my heart I know I never meant any harm. I know myself now. I know I never hurt anyone on purpose. I was just trying to survive, through so much trauma and pain, just as they were.

I have compassion for each of them, and I also have compassion for myself.

The only way you can shift your beingness, is to live by example. Just be the thing you wish to see. Show up differently, and consistently. The more you practice, the easier it gets.

I’m doing a cleanse to prepare for the Ayahuasca ceremony. I need the purge, I need to purify my spirit. They say the first session is like opening a Pandora’s box. The second open heart surgery, the third is repair, or sewing you back up. I need this hard reset more than I can explain.

My friend Alejandro did the ceremony after both of his parents died rather suddenly. Therapy wasn’t working, so he tried Ayahuasca, and said it was like 100 therapy sessions in one. He said his dead mother (whom he had been very close to) came down and wrapped her arms around him and held him while he cried. He knew he didn’t have to be so sad anymore, because she was always around him, whenever he needed her. Powerful stuff.

I am a little afraid to open the Pandora’s box of all the SA I’ve experienced. I lost count. It’s really sad. I don’t talk about my traumas anymore, mainly because it just makes everyone around me uncomfortable. Plus I don’t like the way people change how they are towards you. It’s a part of my past, but it doesn’t define me. I am not what happened to me.

Fearful that I will have to relive some of these memories. Hoping to connect with some of those who have passed on. Hoping to resolve this thing with you that keeps cropping up in my mind nearly a decade later. Why is it surfacing now?

I used to write poetry. Now I don’t feel confident enough to string words together.

Yet I express myself in other ways. Or do I? Am I merely stunted? I feel like I can’t be myself with my partner, or with many people I am forced to deal with on a regular basis.

Started just being myself again, regardless of how I think it will be received. This has been to greet results. Yet I fear I am outgrowing many of my relationships… this is uncomfortable, as some of these are my primary anchors. Hoping to get clear about these things in the coming months.

I feel different, I’m not who I was, but I’m still in a state of becoming.

So many old wounds resurfacing. I know this is a time of healing, and I am eager to receive all the light.

Hoping you are all feeling the changes too in your own lives. Curious to hear if you’ve had similar things come up for you in these trying times… especially with all the transits taking place.

#me

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winderlylandchime · 4 months

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Hello and happy new year, i hope you’re doing good and that you had a good NYE.

Here are just some highlights from what you’ve missed in the latest episodes of ‘My brother is an idiot’.

In case you wondered how we spent NYE, let me tell you that originally we were gonna go to a bar with our neighbor and socialize but she got sick, so my brother changed plans and made her watch 3x08. That’s right, he calculated when to watch the episode so that Britin reunion happened exactly at midnight. We entered 2024 with Lover’s spit, ngl it was both amazing and impressive. And the clock went midnight right as the song started/their iconic reunion happened and we all yelled ‘AYYYEEEE HAPPY NEW YEAAAAR’ He also showed her 3x14 and not to anyone’s surprise, the ending still makes him cry.

Also a very important update: THE CAST IS OFF!! He walked out of the office and literally put a fist into the air like a dumbass and then looked at THE ENTIRE WAITING ROOM, pointed to his fist and went ‘I’m back, baby!!’ And then to me ‘I almost put that Proud song on to play it so I could walk out all dramatic and put my fist in the air like in that movie.. But I’m too fucking traumatized by that song cause of the finale so just imagine it for the experience okay?’

Btw our dad is coming in on Wednesday so that he can spend some time with us and then go home with my brother. So naturally my brother has spent the last day and a half going through episodes to decide which ones to show him. I fear my dad might strangle him when he realizes he’s being tricked into watching qaf. But i am curious what his reaction is going to be and which episodes he picks.

And the most important thing that I actually thought will be avoided: about 2 days ago, I left him at 10.30 pm to go to sleep. He was reading fan fiction and at the same time watching fan videos of Gale and Randy which…okay, go off. Please try and guess what the fuck happened next because i can guarantee you, you’re gonna be wrong.

He came into my room and woke me up out of nowhere and i asked what’s up, thinking it’s some emergency. And i can see on my clock that it’s like 4.45 am and he’s crouching next to me, holding the laptop, turns it towards me to show me some random site while almost blinding me and then whisper yells at me ‘this Hal dude is or was a fucking prick! What the fuck did Gale and Randy ever do to him? And why the fuck did those two old dudes hate Randy?!’ And then he just got up and walked out (leaving the door open because of course) and just says to himself or me ‘they did nothing and he’s acting shadier than a fucking palm tree!’ I woke up the next day, genuinely sure that I dreamt that and I come to the living room and he’s in the same position as I left him in and he goes ‘oh this dude is lowkey annoying, i just read this post from a convention and he doesn’t know how to let other people talk, why did he answer a question about gays and his gay friends when Randy was asked as a gay man? And I didnt know those writers sucked so much, they looked like they got along at that gay panel but apparently they hated each other? By the way do they still do these conventions?’ All this was said to me in one long ass breath, right as i woke up. Felt like a fever dream ngl. He was practically bouncing off the walls because of how much coffee he drank because he stayed up all night reading up on Gale and Randy and anything qaf related he found. He even found old Gale interviews from The Advocate and later found out Gale was also in a motorcycle crash and he texted that to our mom saying that clearly that means they’re soulmates of some kind and she just replied ‘or that you’re both stupid <3’

He said that after he finished his fics, he started watching videos and then he went to check bts videos and interviews and he looked all that up and got war flashbacks because they just asked whatever they wanted in the old 00’s tabloid era. And that somehow lead to him finding a link to a fan forum or something and then he just spiraled. He said that when he saw Hal being shady, it was either wake me up and tell me OR wake up our parents..

oh and during this all nighter he also put together a playlist that he named ‘Bri Bri in a nut (ha) shell’ and it’s songs from the show that he thinks fit Brian best. So now he goes back and forth between the playlists depending on his mood and how much he misses Brian. I created a monster and you all helped me. Thank you very much

Dear sweet anon!

I am so sorry for the delay in responding. I haven't been on tumblr because the new stuff at my job is cutting into ALL MY PRECIOUS SCROLLING TIME.

(And fic writing, so sorry everyone!)

NGL I am high key impressed that he figured out how to time the episode so that Lover's Spit was playing when the clock struck midnight. That is some dedication. What time does one need to start the episode for that to happen?

Congratulation to your brother on getting the cast off! I'm so glad he can return to making the ally fist.

But oh nooooo, he has fallen down the rabbit hole of the bts and what has been shared and pieced together and what can be observed. But couldn't he have sent you a voice memo rather than waking you up?

I'm curious if he has any fic recommendations for the fandom? And, also, what is in his Bri Bri playlist?

I like your mom's response to your brother's belief that both him and Gale being in motorcycle accidents makes them soulmates. Maybe they could be soulmates for another reason. Your brother could kiss Randy, for instance.

I hope your 2024 is lovely so far! I can't wait to hear your dad's reaction to being ambushed with QAF.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf in the year of our lord 2023 #now 2024 edition

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bilbosmom-belladonna · 4 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

Thank you for the tag @insertmeaningfulusername! Sorry it took me so long, I was... well, I was adding more fics to my total 😂

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

8 (hi, I'm new here)

2.) What’s your ao3 word count?

116,779

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I'm writing for Star Wars and Stranger Things. But who knows where the wind may take me!

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Maybe 10% Better, Stranger Things (Steddie)

Trying to Escape What You Can't Let Go, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (genfic)

Plans, Star Wars: Rebels (Kalluzeb)

Less Talk More Rokk, Stranger Things (Steddie)

A Flimsi Excuse, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (Fox/Quinlan Vos)

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

Absolutely! I love hearing from people and I love the chance to expand on my thought process during writing. It's like people showing up on my doorstep asking for a live director's cut interview (in the best way). I could talk about that stuff for aaaages.

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would have to be my Jangobi fic A Mandalorian Comes Riding, which is tagged Major Character Death for a reason! Which is funny because I rarely read stories like that but... I wrote one?

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

I mean, there are more than one. For Star Wars it's Trying to Escape What You Can't Let Go, and for Stranger Things/Steddie it's either Maybe 10% Better or my schmoopy Christmas fic, Our Kind of Advent.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Uh, not yet?

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

I do! Though I haven't published any yet; stay tuned for January.

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I only write dumb crossovers in my brain. They never have a plot, it's just me going "wouldn't it be cool if..." and then agreeing with myself that it would, indeed, be cool.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge...

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, but I am open to it!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not! To be honest I have no idea how cowriting works in a practical sense and I don't know if I would actually enjoy it.

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

I have never been an OTP kind of gal, so I won't commit myself. I am changeable, like the tides.

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm pretty new to writing fic so I don't have a mountain of WIPs (yet?) but I have a Foxiyo fake-marriage fic that I kind of over-plotted in the outline and now my brain doesn't want to sit down and actually write the story. Maybe one day when I've forgotten enough about it I will get back to it.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I think I am pretty darn good at writing dialogue in general and banter specifically. I love a flirty and/or teasing conversation.

16.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I have to work very hard to remind myself to include descriptions of places. And like, metaphors. I don't really do a lot of metaphors.

17.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've only done a smattering of Mando'a so far, but I'm open to it! I speak French so that's an option, though I don't see it coming up much in the fandoms I currently write in.

18.) First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars: Rebels; I wrote Plans in 2018 and then just yeeted it into the sun and ran away. Took me until 2023 to start "really" writing.

19.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm very proud of Meet in the Middle, the RexObi fic that kind of felt like it came to me in a fever dream and expelled itself from my body without my input. It's kind of a strange little story but I like that it's a weirdo.

No pressure tagging @sexysmeagolshitposting @sankt-jesper @brooks-skirata (hiii!)

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The Conquest: Chapter 2.

Chapter 2: Citadel.

Synopsis: the story of the three Targaryen siblings that changed history. How Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys conquered Westeros. Visenya has a plan to protect her brother while facing an unknown threat.

TW!: mention of incest, spoilers for the Fire and Blood book. This is mostly book canon but I’ve taken some liberties. I used a translator for the parts in Valyrian so sorry if there's any mistake.

Visenya was going mad. She had a thousand books in the library of Dragonstone and yet it did not feel enough.

She could not find anything about Aegon’s dreams. She was supposed to be packing for their trip but she feared her dear brother was not going to make it through it.

He spent two days in bed with a fever, speaking nonsense day and night, about fire and three headed dragons, ice and prophecies. He had not eaten and barely drank when forced to. It was not the wedding night she had anticipated but now she could only pray to keep him alive.

“Tala, emagon ao ipradārin?” (Daughter, have you eaten?). Her mother came in. It was midday, Visenya had been up before the sun was up, it was probably the hour of the rabbit, not even the servants were awake yet.

“Daor yet. Nyke ojūdan muñnykeā, nyke kostagon daor vestragon naejot find mirros naejot dohaeragon Aegon” (Not yet. I feel lost mother, I can not seem to find anything to help Aegon).

She felt tears building up in her eyes. How stupid she was being, she thought. Acting like a little girl.

“Your brother has a fever, he is sick, the maesters are taking good care of him and once the illness pass you two will go off to celebrate your marriage”

“Ziry iksos daor sick, ao gīmigon ziry iksos daor sick. Se ao gīmigon se maesters gaomagon daor gaomagon qrugh” (He is not sick, you know he is not sick. And you know the maesters do not do shit).

Her mother took a deep breath, hiding a smile.

Visenya did not trust the maesters, none of them, in her eyes they held too much power. They had their health in their hands, they had their words and wills and no one seemed to doubt them like sheeps moving along the wolves's pack unsuspected of what laid inside their mouths full of teeths.

“You did not attend your morning fighting lessons, I am starting to get worried. I have enough with one child sick you cannot get ill too”.

Visenya loved sword fighting more than anything else, more than flying on her dragon, although that was something she could not say out loud. Her Vhagar was a fierce and proud beast, one bad word from her rider and she would throw her mid fly in the air. But she got to admit fighting required her lots of focus and patience that right now she did not have while flying felt like emptying her mind of all worries.

“You need to eat and rest”. Her mother caressed her braid with all the kindness and love only a mother could give. Visenya could not help but smile for the first time in days. She wished to be a mother more than anything in the world and she knew she was going to be a good one for she had the best to look up to. But it was a bit complicated to get with child if her husband died two days after their wedding.

“I am going to see Vhagar and then Aegon. She will not forgive me if she thinks Aegon is more important than her”.

Valaena laughed out loud. She might have been a Velaryon but her Targaryen blood ran deep. She was fond of their beasts, she saw them as an extension of her children and Visenya was thankful for it. She could not have stood two people like her father.

“Go and tell her to stop eating the fish that your poor grandfather works so hard to get. I know they are tasty but she is going to make Driftmark go bankrupt!”.

Visenya knew the reason Vhagar was getting more food than usual was because she was preparing her nest for her little ones. She had laid three eggs, it was a surprise, Vhagar had not seemed interested in mating, since Visenya claimed her she had not laid eggs, not once. Maybe it was a sign, they both were going to be mothers at the same time.

Yes it must be that, she said to herself. Maybe Aegon is dreaming about their child, he did mention something about a prince or a princess after all.

A daughter. How would she name her?

Daena or Rhaenys. Rhaenys after her beautiful sister as radiant as the sun.

Or perhaps Rhaena, a mix of both names. Or Daenys, like the dreamer, a dreamer like the child’s father.

And if it was a boy… if she had to be honest she had not thought of boys’ names.

Perhaps they could have a boy first and then an army of girls.

That’s what she wished for, that's what she prayed for every night.

It was getting cold on the island, not really cold for anyone else but for Visenya anything less than scorching hot was cold.

She wore a dress that covered from her neck to her feet, it had scales all over the arms and the back with spikes mimicking Balerion’s. Vhaegar didn’t have that type of skin, she was like a big lizard, her skin was cold and smooth but hard at the same time. It was incredible how different those beasts could be from one another and how they are the same at their core.

Just like them in many ways.

“Issi ao drējī daor nykeōrves” (Are you really not freezing?).

She arrived at the cave, it was the entrance to the nests which lead to the core of the island itself, she had read that once it had been a volcano, just as Old Valyria had been before the falling. Hiding behind among the mist there was his sister as usual.

Rhaenys did not have a dragon of her own but she was the one destined to be a dragon rider, Visenya knew and did not need Aegon’s dreams to assure her of it.

“Ziry iksos daor bona quba”. (It is not that bad).

Her sister seemed to have an irremediable apprehension for clothes. Visenya did not mind, she was the most beautiful being that had ever been born, a sea nymph you only hear about in songs. Especially since that last summer, she had talked with her husband about it, seemingly innocent conversations about her baby sister’s beauty that kept her up all night.

“Nyke ūndan aegon bisa tubis, ziry iksos mirrī tolī yn nykeēdrosa vestragon… dizzy”.

(I saw Aegon this morning, he is a bit more awake but still seems… dizzy).

She laughed, the first time she did in a while. Her sister smiled too. She was worried as well, they had been awake all night, each one at Aegon’s side and Visenya knew that was the right thing to do.

“Ziry iksos going naejot sagon sȳz, iksos ziry daor?” (He is going to be fine, is he not?).

“Ziry iksos. Lodaor se gaon jāhor emagon naejot udligon naejot issa se nyke kostagon assure ao pōnta jāhor sagon sorry syt ziry”. (He is. Otherwise the gods will have to answer to me and I can assure you they will be sorry for it).

She knew that made Rhaenys feel safe for her baby sister knew well that it was true.

If there was someone who could make the gods themselves cry, that was her sister Visenya.

“Are you spying on my dragon again, Byka mandia” (little sister).

“Ziry emagon ilagontan drōma. Nyke've ūndegīva zirȳ. Gaomagon ao pendagon mēre hen zirȳ could sagon issa zaldrīzes”. (She has laid eggs. I've seen them. Do you think one of them could be my dragon?).

Rhaenys always chased the beasts around trying to get on one, trying to take eggs from their nests, running around the wild dragons on the east side of the mountain with no luck.

Visenya had asked her time and time again to have patience, she was only ten and five, Aegon had been ten and two and Visenya herself was ten and three when she claimed Vhagar. What she did not want to admit it’s that she had not been patient herself. She set her eyes on Vhagar, she was determined to get her and so she did.

But she was not going to tell that to her beloved sister. Aegon’s story fitted better. Wait till the dragon choses you, don’t get into trouble nor call for danger upon yourself. Rhaenys did not need any more encouragement to get into trouble, she did that just fine on her own.

“Kostilus, yn ziry iksos daor naejot jenigon nykeā zaldrīzes isse zȳhon nest, ziry jāhor ipradagon ao bē se nyke jāhor emagon naejot emagon tolī than nykeā udir rūsīr zȳhon. Ao kostagon shifang skorkydoso olvie hen nykeā bona would sagon”.

(Perhaps, but it is not wise to bother a dragon in her nest, she will eat you up and I will need to take serious measures. You can understand how much of an inconvenience that would be).

“Ao would vīlībagon aōha zaldrīzes syt issa, jorrāelagon mandia?” (You would fight your dragon for me, dear sister?).

Visenya knew she would do much more for her, for that sweet smile, those rosy cheeks and her eyes, her beloved gray and purple eyes.

She would burn down the world for her.

“I spoil you too much… come on, let’s see if Vhagar does not throw both of us in the middle of the sea”.

Visenya felt a hunger for her sister, when she had her body pressed against her on top of her dragon like that, with her hands locked around her waist. Her skin was smooth and invited you to touch her more and more. Of course she wasn’t as much of a shy idiot like her husband.

“Nyke would raqagon naejot vūjigon ao, mandia” (I would like to kiss you sister).

“Ao gaomagon bona ry se jēda” (You do that all the time).

Rhaenys got a point but Visenya realized they were not speaking of the same acts of love for she would like to kiss her entire body and she knew that even then she would not have enough.

They could see the entire island from there. Their fortress. Theirs and no one else's. Visenya might have encouraged Aegon’s interest in the west because he loved him and love sometimes required that kind of lies. But she would not leave their home. Their dragons. Everything they had built.

They could rule, for the people in the west were mere ants in comparison to them but they should do it there, in Dragonstone.

“Once Aegon gets better and we come back from our travels to the Reach, we need to speak. You are becoming a woman and there’s things a woman must know. I will teach you and probably will have to teach Aegon too”.

Gods be good, her brother was an eager student, like a lost puppy always trying to win a reward.

She had fun breaking him and pulling him back together until he was weeping for her. She was supposed to do that on her wedding night but her brother decided to cause her to lose sleep for all the wrong reasons.

“Are you going to teach me about pleasure?”.

“What do you know about pleasure, issa jorrāelagon” (my dear).

Visenya could see perfectly how Rhaenys’s confident flickered, it was a split of a second but oh how she enjoyed to see that hesitation, that moment of her being that innocent little girl again.

“Kostilus nyke gīmigon nykeā rōvēgrie deal. Tolī than skoros o hen issa” (Perhaps I know a great deal. More than what you expect of me).

Visenya laughed, Rhaenys was a child throwing a tantrum but she enjoyed it nevertheless.

There was a silence between both sisters, only the sound of Vhagar and the waves splashing underneath them but there was a heat, a pure flame between the two, stronger than any dragon’s fire.

“If you crave for each other, why do you deny yourself that. I shall never understand your reservations to join our sister”

“I am really close to shoveling this spoon up your damn ass, brother”.

Aegon woke up that night and surprisingly he was hungry, starving in fact. He looked a bit better, less pale but still weak, he had dark circles around her eyes, despite having slept for days.

“Nyke daor sȳz naejot ao, issa apologies” (I am being unkind to you, my apologies). Visenya laughed at his brother's little mistake, just like their baby sisters.

“I wanted to tell you everything you’ve missed and now you mock me for it”.

“Absolutely no. I am sorry. But what are we gonna do with our dear sister?”

“What do you mean, issa jorrāelagon valzȳrys” (my dear husband).

She knew perfectly fine what her brother meant but preferred to play dumb. The thought of her baby sister being someone else’s wife was enough to make her vomit. She was theirs.

Theirs to love. Theirs to take care of. Theirs to enjoy and to protect.

“Kostilus īlon should gūrogon ziry va īlva trip, gaomagon zirȳla qrīdrughagon hen kepa sīr kostas daor find zirȳla iā valzȳrys gō īlon māzigon arlī”.

(Perhaps we should take her on our trip, keep her away from father so he can not find her a husband before we come back).

Her brother seemed to hesitate for a second which surprised her.

“Ao ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot?” (You don’t want to?).

"Nyke gaomagon jaelagon naejot spend jēda rūsīr zȳhon yn should daor bisa jēda sagon īlvon, mandia? Nyke pendagon īlon should find nykeā balance rȳ jēda se hāre hen īlva nykeā ao se rhaenys, issa se rhaenys nykeā ao se issa”.

(I do want to spend time with her but should not this time be ours, sister? I think we should find a balance between spending time with the three of us, you and Rhaenys, me and Rhaenys or you and me).

It warmed her heart to hear that. To know that he wanted to spend his time with her, being her husband, but that he also respected her love for her sister.

Aegon was truly made for her. How generous her parents had been when they gave her that precious baby brother.

She left his dinner at a nearby table and rang for the maid to take it. Visenya held his hand, caressing it slightly. It made her so happy just to do that. Just to be with him alone, as husband and wife.

“Umbagon se ēdrugon kesīr, nyke kostagon daor gryves naejot sagon mērī dombo. Nyke gaomagon daor raqagon ziry”.

(Stay and sleep here, I can not bear to be alone any more. I do not like it).

“You are such a big baby” they both laughed, being children once again.

“Where’s Sir Orys?”.

“Speaking with Father”.

Visenya would never say it to her brother out loud but there was something about Orys that made her weary. She did not believe in the one to heir one to spare law.

Aegon should had been the only son of Dragonstone.

“Shouldn’t he be here? Looking out for you?”

“Tell that to father, he is the one who took him from my side”. He pouted when he said that, making Visenya smile at her cuteness.

The maid came, took the plate and waited for instructions.

“Leave us. All of you. I need my maids to bring me my nightgown and my personal items. I shall sleep with my husband tonight”.

Visenya knew those simple words made Aegon extremely happy.

“We need to talk about your dreams” She only trusted to do it alone. There was some power in them. Visenya was not sure what it was but it was a deep magic only the blood of the dragon understood.

“Ziry istan tolī than sepār nykeā fever. Se giēñrȳī iksos nykeā idiot”. (It was more than just a fever. The maester is an idiot).

Aegon whispered it like he was scared. Just the thought of it, of those dreams were enough to send shivers down his spine and hers as well. Although she would never admit it.

“Gaomagon ao pendagon ziry does daor gīmigon? Ao pendagon nykeā giēñrȳī, qilōni emagon jollōragon se qilōni emagon se hen jēdri hen naejot zirȳla rȳ se citadel, does daor gīmigon skorkydoso naejot nykeā hen?”.

(Do you think he does not know? You think a maester, who has studied the greatest arts, who has thousands of years of knowledge available to him at the Citadel, does not know how to differentiate a fever dream from deep magic?).

“What are you implying, wife?”

“Ao ȳzaldrīzes ao ēdrugon. Bē perzys se ānogar, zaldrīzoti se suvion, bē nykeā dārilaros… Gaomā daor pendagon bona syt zirȳ. Issi worms, Aegon, iksi zaldrīzoti. Pōnta keligon rȳ daorun naejot ūndegon īlva”.

(You spoke in your sleep. About fire and blood, dragons and ice, about a prince… Do you think that is not a threat for them? They are worms, Aegon, we are dragons. They would do anything to stop us, to contain us).

Her brother held her hand a bit tighter when she mentioned his dreams. He was scared, she knew it well, it was uncharacteristic for Aegon to be so. Visenya could only remember him being scared when he was a child, when it rained so hard the thunder could be heard from across the Narrow Sea. He used to hide under the bed with Visenya holding his hand the same way she was doing now.

“Nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon skoros pōnta nūmāzma yn īlon līs gaomagon mirros bē zirȳ. Lo ao issi paktot se nyke gaomagon daor ao issi. Nyke kostagon mērī pāsagon ao se īlva mandia rūsīr ziry”.

(I do not know what they mean but we must do something about them. If you are right and I do not doubt you are. I can only trust you and our sister with it).

“Nyke jāhor dohaeragon ao, lēkia, ao jorrāelagon nyke jāhor gaomagon ziry. Istin īlon jiōragon naejot se māzigon, rūsīr se hen īlva trip īlon jāhor visit Oldtown, se Citadel iksos konīr, ry hen knowledge pōnta ruaragon hen īlva jāhor sagon rȳ īlva māzigon. īlon won’t jorrāelagon maesters, īlon jāhor find syt jemēla”.

(I will help you, brother, whatever you need I will do it. Once we get to the Reach, with the excuse of our trip we will visit Oldtown, the Citadel is there, all of the knowledge they hide from us will be at our reach. We won’t need maesters, we will find answers for ourselves).

If anyone thought Visenya wanted to visit the Reach to pick up flowers and buy silk, they knew nothing about her.

The Citadel was the only thing that interested her from the West. She would feed the maesters to the fishes on the Honeywine, they weren’t worth it of being eaten by her dragon and she would take every single one of those books and study them, bath in their knowledge and the powers they would give her.

“Nyke ȳdra daor gīda gīmigon lo se maesters issi aware hen skoros's māzis”. (I don’t even know if the maesters are aware of what’s coming).

Aegon whispered it. It was a shadow looming over their heads, a ghost haunting them. “What are you talking about?”

“A night that never ends, a winter as cruel as the stranger and the princess who was promised”.

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