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saekkas · 10 months

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Hi hi 9+10 with Kaiser pls ly mwah!

prompt: "you're like a grumpy cat but cuddly. you hiss whenever someone comes close to me too." tags: fluffy kaiser, cuddly kaiser, moody kaiser, annoying kaiser. note: spreading the kitty kaiser agenda, i see. i like the way you think, anon! also, someone else already sent in an ask for prompt 9 so i hope you can forgive me for this being just 10.

kaiser doesn't know how it started.

one day he's on a press tour, high on the compliments thrown at him by his fans. the next, he's being cursed at for knocking into you, obviously a sae fan with the player's jersey hanging off your body.

he remembers the day the two of you fought, on your first meeting no less, scowling and spitting insults at each other so much security had to intervene.

he can't believe it's been six months since that incident. most importantly, he can't believe you've managed to have him wrapped around your finger since.

it was supposed to be the other way around!

"what is wrong with you today?" you laugh as kaiser curls around you, planting himself on your lap. "god's chosen emperor in a bad mood?"

"shut up," he grumbles, situating himself until he's face down on your lap. "and don't move. i'm too comfortable."

you roll your eyes, huffing at his dramatics. you look down at him, watching his body relax into your hold. he's only just gotten home from practice, hair still matted with sweat, and jersey still clinging onto his body.

ness had called you two hours after kaiser had left for practice, claiming that your pouty baby of a boyfriend had been in a mood. when you came to see his tantrum with your own two eyes, he insisted you drive him back home.

now here he is, cuddled up and cozy in your lap, clearly trying to fight off whatever is on his mind. he's been odd lately, clingier and needier than he's ever let himself be around you.

you shift, trying to get comfortable with the weight of his body slumped on you.

"hey!" kaiser turns onto his side, glaring. "quit moving!"

you snort, rolling your eyes at his look. he may look grumpy and serious, but you don't miss the twitching of his lips. your boyfriend's nothing but a drama queen and you know that this is just another one of his antics.

"your head's pretty heavy, babe," you say, nonchalant as he makes his way back onto your lap. only to freeze at your next words, "isagi's right. we should try shrinking it before you get stuck somewhere."

he pretends to scowl, his pretty features scrunching up. his eyes are bright and before you know it, there's a grin on his face and he's chucking a pillow at your face.

"how dare you," you gasp, flinging the same pillow back. you huff when he catches it easily with one hand. "now that's just unfair."

his eyes glint and you can only shriek as he leaps, playfully pinning you down. he looks happy as he straddles you, keeping his weight on his legs. he leans down, happily nuzzling his nose agaisnt yours.

he practically purrs, the sound coming deep from his chest when you stroke a hand down his back.

"okay, kitty," you laugh when he completely flops down, smothering you with his weight. "spill the beans. you're acting like a grumpy cat but cuddly. you hissed at ness when he came close to me too."

"i like you, a lot."

his words stop there, and you quirk an eyebrow, nudging for him to finish his sentence. when he doesn't, you sigh, placing a sweet kiss on his nose. "we've been dating for four months. it'd be weird if you didn't like me."

"well, i wasn't supposed to like you this much," he whines, pouting at you with wide eyes. his words are playful, but they have an underlying tone of vulnerability, one you open your heart to. "you were supposed to be a one-time date. now i feel like proposing every time we kiss."

your heart beats faster, your eyes taking in the loving warmth he holds in his. "mihya, i-"

"and honestly? i'm disappointed in myself. you're a sae stan. your taste is horrible."

you watch, your jaw dropping at the absurdity of his words. you must've been crazy to think he'd actually confess his darkest secrets. lifting an arm, you put your strength into your hand, smacking him with the pillow hard.

you scoff when he cackles, lifting himself off of you and dashing away into the kitchen like a maniac.

"michael come back here or so help me god, i will put black hair dye in your shampoo!"

you end up spending your whole afternoon chasing him around the house. it's worth it when you finally pin him down on the bed, your face sporting matching grins.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser imagines #kaiser x reader #kaiser imagines #michael kaiser fluff #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser x y/n #bllk x female reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock headcanons #kaiser fluff

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atierrorian · 1 month

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| Glad it's you | — R.H

PARING: Rook Hunt x Deaf!reader

SYNOPSIS: All your entire life, you knew silence. But—it isn't as bad as people make it out to be. Because even with your biggest flaw, he still chose you.

˗ˏˋGENRE ´ˎ˗ — Romance, fluff, angst/comfort

˗ˏˋCW ´ˎ˗ — Rook is already a warning. Ooc, mentions of bullying, stalking(It's Rook, duh) horrible poetry.

˗ˏˋNOTES ´ˎ˗ — Wow! It has been a while and I am so sorry for not making anything in quite some time, I've become so busy nowadays that writing has barely crossed my mind, so I'll make most of my free time writing this!

✎| Masterlists|Navigation |

♡ "Are you really willing to accept me?" ♡ "I've accepted you a long time ago."

People always pitied you for as long as you can remember now. Frequently assuming it must be hard not being able to hear. And yeah, sometimes—but it isn't as bad as they make it out to be, if anything, you find solace in the silent world you have lived in all your life. Sure, there were times when it was hard to understand people, especially if they didn't know sign language.

Luckily, you mostly used poems to interact with them. Though, it was amusing to see them struggle to grasp your poems—that's what makes it fun anyway.

And so, making use of your skills, you swiftly wrote down another poem for a certain hunter. He's one of the few people you've known who could actually decipher what your poems meant. And it's not to say each and every time you show him your masterpiece, he always seems to be on your level when it came to writing back to you.

It always makes you feel giddy inside when he writes back to you. Re-reading every syllable. Caressing the ink that was clearly carefully written with such consideration with each word he used, you couldn't help but feel as though he was hinting to you about something.

You scoffed; shaking the thought away. Who were you trying to fool? This was the Rook Hunt you were thinking about! He's like this with everyone. Besides—why would he go for someone who had a defect? To say the least, you weren't insecure with your disability but, thinking about the blonde hunter who seemed to always cross your mind whenever you wrote—you couldn't help but feel your heart tightening in your chest from such thoughts.

In the end, why would he choose you? You're nothing special, far from it anyway. You're just someone who could never hear and someone who just writes to communicate. But, even then, you were still wrapped around his fingertips. And besides—it doesn't hurt to hope, right?

You felt a hand placed on your shoulder, you froze. You had never stayed still like a statue so fast in your entire life until now. What? Millions of thoughts were racing through your mind right now—was it another of the students who were here to once again chuck balled up papers again? Take your poems away from you and ripped them to pieces or flames it until there's nothing left but ashes?

"Awww, what's this? Another one of your silly stories?"

"Look! It's another one of their love poems!"

"Pathetic if you ask me."

You didn't focused on them, you never even knew what they were saying, and you could care less what insults or degrading comments they were spewing from their filthy mouth. Your knees on the ground while clutching onto what was remains of the paper you once cherished. And they tore it all up like it was nothing.

Shuddering from the memory, you closed your eyes and continued to look at your lap; prepared for whatever torture they were gonna do to you again. Tore your poems? Throw paper at you? Mocking at you while you cry in tears because they had nearly killed you? What else did they had in store for you?

You gripped the paper even harder, shutting your eyelids even tighter if that was even possible. You were scared.

Huh.

You felt a piece of paper slid onto your lap, hesitantly, bit by bit, you forced your eyes to open to see what it was. Was it an insult written in a letter? If so, then you're surprised that they were even intelligent enough to finally realized that you had a hearing disability instead of using their vocals to try and insult you.

But no, it was not anything you expected or thought. Instead, your vision was blessed with a familiar handwriting. Subconsciously, you read what was was written on the white letter that graced your sight, and goodness it always doesn't fail to make your blood rushing through your face. By the sevens, how does he always make you feel this way?

Why such a blue face? You don't need to be ashamed of such a heartache; If you need someone to wipe your tears, my heart will gladly volunteer; What you consider flaws, is what I consider perfection —

Mon Cherie, you are the belle of my dairy heart, You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips; I will never let go of the string that wraps around my wrist; That connects me, to you.

My heart beats loudly; even you could hear it— If your heart longs for anything, Mon cherie, just write to me; And tell me all your silly sorrows. -Rook Hunt

Though it was short and simple, you couldn't help but re-read the words every now and then. You smiled seeing the words written on the paper. How could you not? His words sweet like candy, it was addicting in a way even you were worried you wouldn't get enough of it. Or maybe it's too late for you.

Your heart started racing so fast you thought even you could hear it. The more you examined the poem the more it started to look like a love confession. But it couldn't be that, could it? You so badly wanted to hope that you had a chance but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips.

Those lines, shit, you couldn't help but swoon over them. Clutching the poem, you finally gazed at the author with wonders and hope. He smiled at you and signed those three words you've been waiting to see.

"I love you."

Was it even possible for your heart to be beating faster than it was before? You held the poem closer to your beating heart, trying to conceal it; worried he might hear it. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of your chest. You sighed dreamily and thanked your heart for choosing him.

Meanwhile, Rook chuckled seeing your flustered expression. He found beauty in all things whether it was considered good or bad to others. But he found you the most beautiful of them all. He won't lie, he fell for you hard when he saw you. Because even when he learnt about your flaw, it didn't matter to him; you were still the fairest of them all. You weren't able to hear his words—but that's alright; he'll gladly write thousands or more letters if it meant to show you just how much he loves you.

He'd gladly and happily dance in hot and burning shoes if it meant to show you his devotion to you, just to show how much he cares for you. And if anyone were to make you doubt? Let's just say they wouldn't be coming closer to you anymore if they caused you pain. But before that, he'd come and comfort you, with words written on paper just so all your worries would go away.

Even if his fingers start to go numb and bruises appear, he won't stop until he finally sees you smile. He's glad that his heart chose you.

END

Wow! Uhm, heyy ik it's been awhile but I finally found enough inspiration to make this! Again sorry it's been awhile I've been so busy that I barely found any time to write at all, but I do hope you guys liked this!

#atier's works✎#rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst fluff #twst scenario

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blerb-f1 · 7 months

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Junge - Sebastian Vettel x reader

Sebastians Parents hate his career choice but at least you're here.

This is like a prequel to THIS fanfic - please beware that Sebs actual parents are incredibly cute and supportive and also i didn't mean to make like consistent songfics yet here we are. Its about "Junge" by "Die Ärtze"

hahahahaha

America's West, the vast prairie

And right in the middle of it: A small house

And in it: A concerned mother

2023 - Sebastian has just announced his retirement. You, his trusty Engineer since the Toro Rosso Days have spent the day looking back and reminiscing. Throughout the years you’ve had people come and go in your lives, but only you two and Britta, his manager, were truly consistent. One Group of People you absolutely couldn't count on were his parents.

They happily supported his Kart Career but going into F1? Never, F1 was for nobodies and troublemakers. If asked in which Michael would fall, they’d just say “Schumi is an exception”

Throughout the BMW Sauber Testing Years Seb would exist in the car given to him by BMW, friends apartments or hotels rented by Sauber themselves but never anything consistent. Once the move to Torro Rosso happened, with you becoming his equally young engineer, Red Bull made the decision to rent an apartment for you to share. Although you weren't a Red Bull Junior, Fate brought it this way.

You’d taken way too many angry calls of Sebs Parents, causing you to one day chuck his mobile phone down the toilet- He was enraged but life soon improved until the worst day happened. Your apartment was small yet cozy with each of you decorating their room lively. His covered in trophies and race suits, yours with study notes and smart looking graphs. Both however representative of your interests, with your shared common space housing your gaming consoles, a popcorn maker you bought thinking you’d use it a lot and a massive pullout couch someone put out for free which you transported home hanging off Sebs BMW X3

Boy (Boy), why haven't you learned anything?

Look at Dieter, he even has a car!

Why don't you go to Uncle Werner's workshop?

He'll give you a permanent employment, if you ask him about it

Boy (Boy, Boy)

That was the first thing barreling out of a phone held to your ears.

Sebastian and You had just entered the Red Bull Factory during off week to test new parts on the car. You, additionally, had more classes on being a Race Engineer. While you already were supporting him during races, you still had to study more to become better.

Just as you were about to enter the elevator, Helmut Marko came angrily flying towards you.

“SEBASTIAN VETTEL! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M TAKING CALLS FOR YOU!” he shouted, throwing his Motorola towards you both. His moms shriekky noisy voice echoed through the speaker.

His Cousin Dieter was a useless POS, whom his Uncle Werner, the workshop owner, coddled until there was no tomorrow. You had the displeasure of meeting them both when his parents sent them to your shared apartment, in hopes of building bridges. You both however preferred the Fernando Alonso Bridge and set this bridge on fire with a can of gasoline.

They were horrible rude upon intruding on your shared space. Dieter insulting your gaming setup, Werner complaining about your general decor and moving in. You’d gotten very fed up with them, opening the door and telling them to Leave that exact second.

Afterwards you and Seb had celebrated by ordering expensive Delivery Pizza while watching 100% Pirated movies. Most likely an Austin Powers Movie.

And the way you always look, holes in your pants, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

And your hair too, words fail me - do you have to dye it?

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, we don't know what to do anymore

"DON'T GET THE TUB DIRTY!" you shrieked as Seb was trying to wash the dye out of your hair. You'd attempted to dye your hair purple and black with Seb being the one doing the work. He was, however, not good at being cleanly. He'd gotten dye inside of his gloves, on his pants and covered half of the apartment in the process. The washing out process was equally catastrophic with him getting your old bathroom tiles covered as well.

As some dye was left over, you decided to apply it to his beautiful locks. You both came out very matchy. His hair had him look like a black-purple Raccoon and as he was a skinny boy, he looked more like a hungry raccoon than the fat ones you’d usually see rummaging on TV.

The day after you had an appointment with a piercer to get further piercings, the guy immediately thought you were a couple because of the matching hair. You got multiple Piercings, each of them becoming their own memory for the future. You still remembered Brittas Expression as you turned up on Monday with all the metal jingling of your ears and in your face.

What you hadn't however expected, was receiving an invite to Sebastian's Aunts Birthday Party. The Raccoon dye in his hair greatly contrasted the grown up BMW you found yourself in as you two were approaching Heppenheim. Seb took you along as an emotional support animal to better endure the party. You had met his parents before, the day they turned up at your house and another when they turned up at the factory. The day they had turned up at your house, you had your lovely neighbor open the building's front door. She was a lovely lady with hearing issues so you could be as loud as you wanted without bothering her. She often would cook for you in turn helping her with heavy tasks. She shushed them away and made you a hearty meal.

As the car pulled into his old home's driveway, you clearly saw people rushing towards the front door and stumbling out. Seb was clutching the wheel tightly, you both had been driving all the way from Austria so you were already pretty tired.

As you stepped outside you could hear his mom let out a surprised scream, it getting louder as Sebastian stepped out. Your favorite Piercing (a chain connecting from your lips to the ear) was glittering under the porchlight as his little brother rushed out, pushing his mom aside. He jumped upwards into Sebs Arms, possibly being the one most excited for his return.

“Who is this…Woman?” his mom asked, almost snakelike.

“My Race Engineer and Roommate, Y/N”, Seb stated while brushing through his brother's hair.

Boy (Boy) don't break your mother's heart

It's not too late to enroll at university

You used to be interested in animals, wouldn't that be worth pursuing?

Your own vet practice, Boy

The dinner was uncomfortable to say the least. His aunt was to your surprise the one married to Werner, so he, the aunt and Dieter kept giving you dirty looks. His grandparents were equally unhappy with your both looks. Meanwhile his little brother was trying to show him pictures and awards. His Mom didn’t miss a single Chance to insult his driving career, only his dad stayed quiet. Then she started, talking about his love for animals and proposing he should become a vet again. A proposal, she kept repeating uselessly.

Finally she dragged him away and his little brother approached you with shimmering eyes, inviting you to his room to show you his collection of things.

You happily took the chance to flee from annoying relatives as you settled onto Fabians Bed, the sheets with car print giving way under your bum. The quiet mumbling from downstairs being way more endurable than the massively loud chatter. You would always pick the sound of a screaming V10, even if it would blast your hearring away. It would at least protect you from the pain of being repeatedly and hiddenly insulted.

knock knock

His father came in, face pulled into a mildly sad expression as he sheepishly stood in front of the room's door. you eyed him, waiting for more insults of your person to be hurled at you.

Instead however, he gave you a bag.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yeah”

“Please” he was a quiet man, his age clearly visible on his face. “Please give this to Sebastian. Heike, she… She isn’t herself . This isn’t like her. But Seb, he should have this back.”

You take the bag and gingerly lay it on the mattress next to you.

“If she’s gotten so bad, why don’t you leave her?”

“I promised to stick to her, in good and bad times.”

And the way you always look, piercings in your nose, and always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Electric guitars and always these lyrics

Nobody wants to listen to that

(What will the neighbors say?)

You never come home, so much bad company

We will disinherit you

(What will the tax office say?)

How is it all going to end, we are worried

Seb and You were finally back home. Home, yes that’s what Austria had become for you both.

The apartment was quiet until you rummaged through the cupboard, pulling out an Electric Guitar and its required equipment. You gave Seb a cheeky grin before proceeding to play Wonderwall by Oasis. “Not Wonderwall…” Sebastian moaned.

You handed him the Guitar. “Then play something Better, Starboy!”

“But I don't know how to?”

“Just let it out!” you screamed before stomping around the living room, tumbling over collections of varying junk and memorabilia.

clinggggg

You’d stumbled over the long forgotten bag his father had handed you. The Guitar abruptly stopped as Seb dropped it onto the Sofa while staring the bags contents

His first trophy, his favorite stuffed animal and his laminated photos of meeting Michael for the first time.

“Where did you get those from?” Seb asked with anger lacing his voice.

“Your father gave them to me.”

He looked between you and the bag's contents, difficulty enshrining his expression as you bent down, picking up the trophy. You lifted it, brushing your shirt over it. After a serious glance you shoved his newest trophies to the side and placed it smack dab in the middle. You could clearly imagine the little, then blonde boy, bursting with pride upon being handed it by his childhood Idol Michael Schumacher.

And you were such a sweet child

You were so sweet

And always your friends, I bet you all take drugs

And always this racket

(What will the neighbors say?)

Think of your future, think of your parents

Do you want us to die?

#sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel #f1 x reader #blerb writes

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lowkeyrobin · 23 days

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Oh hello me again 👀

I had another idea lmao, this one's a little dumber but here me out 🙏

Joshdub x Reader teasing each other over accents/comparing accents (literally any accent I don't mind, I just need Josh content, literally my second favorite of The Boys and second favorite Australian lol)

STOP I LOVE THIS AWERHJRNWNRBSNSN ; thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy ; your reqs r literally the best lol ; also I'll have that foolish one you sent me up soon I just need to tweak some stuff

JOSHDUB ; accents

summary ; you and Josh like to bully each other over your accents

warnings ; language, excessive DubDaddy running gag/joke idfk

word count ; 646

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"Bro, shut the fuck up, no way you're trying to diss me with your biscuits and tea looking self"

"Says you, scorpion fucker!"

"What the hell is happening right now?" Mully questions with a slight laugh, looking over to Juicy, Eddie, Gabby, and Narrator.

Juicy answers his question, "They're fighting over their accents"

The four watch as you and Josh continue roasting and arguing with each other, throwing insults every which way.

You were all staying at Juicy's house for a large sleepover-party, currently located in the living room. Prior to the playful argument, you'd all been watching a dumb action movie, which got paused because you all agreed that it was too boring and wanted to talk instead. The girls, minus Gabby, had left to go pick up some pizza and wings, considering none of you had eaten dinner yet, and it was already seven in the evening.

Gabby laughs, hearing another cruel insult escape your mouth. "When are the girls getting back with the pizza?"

Narrator looks down at his watch, "Hopefully within the next 15 minutes before they strangle each other"

"You're a cock sucker. You literally speak in gibberish"

"Says you! A few sandwiches short of a picnic. What's that even mean?"

"Okay, and I'm supposed to know what chuck a sickie and fire up the barbie mean? Quiet yourself down, Josh"

Juicy snickers, a hand loosely covering his mouth as he looks away momentarily. Eddie laughs, cheering you on in his native language across the room, Gabby under his arm. Mully can't help but laugh with Narrator beside him, both of them unable to hold back their amusement. It wasn't necessarily what you were speaking was funny, it was the tone and why you were fighting that got them.

"This is the stupidest thing we've ever argued over" Josh chuckles, "That includes that time where you tried to gaslight me into thinking you didn't call me DubDaddy"

"Again, that wasn't gaslighting! I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"Why do you say daddy like that?" He laughs, "You accentuate the a like an au sound"

"It's just how I speak! Say tuna"

"Tuna" He speaks, pronouncing it like ch-una.

"See?!" You exclaim, "You're the one talking weird"

"You say tuna like t-ew-nah!" He counterclaims

"Yeah, okay" You playfully roll your eyes and cross your arms, leaning back into the couch. You look over at Juicy, then Eddie and Gabby, then Mully and Narrator. "I don't say it like that, right?"

They're silent, failing to hide the smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

"You're fucking kidding me!"

"To be fair!-" Juicy quickly speaks, "You both sound dumb. Mully does too."

"Ha!" You laugh, looking at Josh with a smug smile.

"What the hell?" Mully questions, looking to Juicy, "When was I involved in them?"

Juicy shrugs, "Since you decided to be Australian, brother"

"Dawg, you can't choose to be a certain nationality," Eddie laughs, using his free hand to rub the T-section between his eyes and over his nose.

"Are we not going to talk about the DubDaddy thing?" Mully asks, refocusing the conversation. "I don't remember this happening"

"Shut the fuck up" You quickly reply, moving your legs around to sit criss-cross on the couch.

"No, no, no. Tell us about that" Juicy giggles.

Josh quickly explains before you can tell your side of the story. "We were on VR Minecraft, after that 24 hour challenge-"

"I didn't call you DubDaddy!"

"-And we were trying to at least get to the Nether, right? They fell into a pit of lava, logged out while screaming DubDaddy into their mic, wanting me to help them or get water to save them from the lava pit they were in" Josh chuckles, seeing your annoyed expression.

"I did not call him that, I swear on my life"

"I don't think anyone's believing you, Y/n"

#lowkeyrobin #content creator x reader #joshdub x reader #joshdub #dubdaddy #gender neutral reader #gn reader #gn! reader #they/them reader #british!reader

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raised-u-fr0m-perdition · 1 year

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Could o request an Anthony Lockwood x fem reader where they have a love hate relationship where they both always risk their lives for eachother but then it always ends up in fights with one another and one day it leads to a very heated confession.

YOU'RE HEAVEN AND HELL

"Yeah, and what plan did you have, Mr Know-It-All?!"

"Oh shut it, you could have avoided standing in front of a charging ghost!"

"But I knew that plan would work!"

"Or was it a small experiment that could've gotten us both killed?" Lucy and George watched as the two came back from yet another case with yells and insults.

"Is that the fifth argument this week?" George tutted. "We're only two days in."

"And five days away from Armageddon." Lucy predicted. "I swear, these two will destroy all of humanity if they remain at loggerheads."

"Who destroys the other first? I say that Zuri will finish him first." George betted.

"We don't even need to bet some quid, cause I agree."

"I can take care of myself!" Lockwood shouted, making a gesture as if he was karate chopping his other hand.

"Oh, but you clearly can't!" I retorted, stepping forward and mimicking his own gesture.

"Neither can you, to be frank, I had to save you from being locked just yesterday. And now the tables have turned you really think you're the equal of Marissa Fittes and Sir John Fairfax, absolute saviour, aren't you?!"

I drew my rapier quickly, Lockwood matching it quickly.

“Let me show you how much of a bloody saviour I can be.”

“Ok! That’s enough!” Artemis (A/N: My OC, kinda like my signature) clapped her hands, using her own golden rapier to set down ours. “We don’t want a duel in the thinking space, do we?” She turned to George and Lucy, “I sort out something at SP3CTR for a few hours and this is what I’m coming back to. I should be used to it, but I’m not. Please tell me there’s tea or coffee, at least something.”

“We get it, you own a multi-trillion pounds worth company. But doesn’t that we can’t get into arguments.” Lockwood snapped.

“Oh, Tony, that’s your fifth argument this week and it’s only Tuesday. Two days in, five away from Armageddon.” Lucy gestured to Artemis to signal her agreement.

“Lockwood and I won’t cause Armageddon.” I scoffed, flicking my brown hair over my shoulder. “How can you be so sure of that?”

DAY THREE:

Lockwood, Artemis and I went on a case where they were dealing with a particularly difficult Type 2 called Harrison Prescott, who had spent the last few minutes trying to get Lockwood, but when he deemed that useless, he turned to me, and I was unprepared and didn’t notice him coming. I turned around, meeting the ghost’s eyes and falling to the ground, unable to move. This was the end of Zuri Miller. Someone better dance the Macarena at my grave or I’ll rise back from the dead to make someone do it.

“Get away from her!” Lockwood threw a flare, diverting the attention of the ghost. He threw his rapier to me, and I caught it, confused. I had my own bloody rapier with me!

“Lockwood, what the hell?!” I yelled, running forward and slashing wildly at the ghost, but he disappeared before the blade could touch the plasma. Artemis ran out of the other room, dusting off her hands.

“That’s how it’s done, ladies and ladies, let’s go.” She winked, leading us both downstairs.

“I had my own rapier with me, Lockwood, why’d you chuck yours? You couldn’t defended yourself!” I criticised angrily. He jeopardised everything!

“I didn’t see your rapier, and I had a plan!” “What was the brilliant plan, pray tell?”

“I’d give the rapier to you, you attack from behind and we switch between blade and no blade until Artemis dealt with the source!”

“I think that’s an idiotic plan! We’d go better with weapons anyway! Artemis, do you agree with me?”

“I think I’d better do the fighting with one of you from now on. Next case, Lockwood and I will deal with the ghost, Zuri, you deal with the source. Does that make everyone happy?” Artemis bargained, so we both nodded.

DAY FOUR:

I was rifling through the drawers, and found the source, but what I didn’t notice was that the ghost was behind me, snarling.

“I’ve got you, Zuri!” Lockwood was behind the ghost, slashing it expertly, giving me time to pull out the silver net and throw it on just as it went for Lockwood.

“You didn’t have to save me, I had it covered.”

“Oh no, you didn’t! You didn’t notice it was there!”

“You know what?!” Artemis snapped, stopping us all in our tracks. “I’ve had enough of babysitting you two! You’re like Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, you just keep going at each other. So I’ve come up with a solution. You two just aren’t going to speak to each other until this Sunday.”

“Why specifically Sunday? Can’t you extend the bracket?” Lockwood asked, folding his arms.

“Because there’s a job that requires your skill set and my skill set but I can’t make it, I have a conference with the world leaders then. The next best person to fill my position is you, Zuri, so do me a favour and complete the job without any arguments in the afterparty.” She pinched the bridge between her eyebrows, resigning herself for the opposite of her wishes. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Artemis.” We both chorused, a little intimidated under the tech giant’s presence. Her complete worked in protection, so obviously it did well. Plus, she could be intimidating when she wanted to.

“Good. Now, I’m going to get some coffee with my brother. Don’t tear the house apart while you’re at it, yeah?” She sighed, turning on her heel and muttering incessantly as she left.

“Did she say world leaders?!”

DAY SEVEN:

“George! Are you geared up?” Lucy barked, padded with pillows and armed with a cardboard shield and her rapier. George walked out of his room with the same, except he wore a baseball helmet over the top. “Good.”

“Today is Armageddon.” He dramatically announced. “The first day that Lockwood and Zuri will talk to each other after Artemis’ fateful condemning on day 3. They said that Armageddon doesn’t exist. What will scientists say now?”

“Armageddon does exist. See you on the other side, soldier.” Lucy prepared herself, saluting at the same time as George.

“Lockwood and Zuri are due back at 1400 hours.” Artemis announced, coming in through the front door. “Remain prepared, soldiers, for this might be a day we will not survive.”

“You’re playing along?” George gasped in delight.

“Course not. I’m a businesswoman, I state the facts. I’m not worried about those two, and, oh, look at the time.” She checked her watch, “It’s 13:59.”

“HIDE!” George and Lucy dived for cover just as the clock said 2pm, and just then Lockwood and I burst through the door, arguing like hell was breaking loose.

“YOU ABSOLUTELY IDIOTIC NARCISSIST! NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD’S ABOUT YOU!”

“I’M GONNA STOP BEING YOUR HUMAN SHIELD THEN!”

“FINE! I DIDN’T NEED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE ANYWAY! MY LIFE WAS PERFECT UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG!”

“OH YEAH? MINE WAS BRILLIANT UNTIL YOU BARGED INTO IT AND RUINED IT COMPLETELY! SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD JUST KISS YOU!”

“THEN WHY DON’T YOU?! I’VE BEEN WAITING A HELLA LONG TIME FOR IT!”It took us both a few seconds to register what we just said, breathing heavily. Artemis counted on her fingers from three to one, taking out her phone. On 1, Lockwood crossed the room, cupping my face in his hands and smashing his lips on mine roughly, making George and Lucy gape and Artemis smirk. My hand reached up to tangle in his brown locks, deepening the kiss. It felt… amazing. Like all that tension I had with him was gone just like that. When we detached, Artemis had finished finding the number, laughing.

“Good job, all that built up tension finally did it.” She rang the number, holding the phone to her ear. “Yeah, Barnes? They did it. You owe me 50 quid, thank you very much.”

“This was all a convoluted plan of yours? To win a bet against Barnes?!” Lockwood panted.

“Yeah, precisely. Gotta put my talents somewhere, don’t I?” She shrugged.

“You bloody-“

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood and co #artemis hernandez #george karim #lucy carlyle

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yanderelmk · 1 year

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Hi! You can called me uh flower anon! 🌼

I wanna request um a character yandere headcannon can you do yandere Nezha and yandere sun wukong fighting over the same darling? (Reader)

If you can't you can just do Nezha yandere headcannon :)

Bye have a nice day :)

-🌼

Wukong, soaking wet, threw open the door to his shame temple. He shook off the sea water, grabbing a towel and drying himself off, his fur fluffing up after he did so. Once he was done, he called out to the deity he knew was listening, "NEZHA! We need to talk, I know you're there!" In a flash of pink flames the Third Lotus Prince did appear, his face set in his ever-present serious frown. "What is it, Wukong? Don't you know I have better things to do than-" He was cut off by Wukong jabbing a finger in his face. "I put up with tripping me and making me nearly fall into traffic, I put up with you telling Y/N embarrassing stories about me- and just by the by no it is not weird I sleep with sparkly fleece pajama bottoms on- but I draw the line at throwing me in the middle of the sea when I'm trying to sleep!" The lotus prince huffed and moved aside the finger with his spear. "If you are going to tell lies about me, Wukong, at least make them believable ones. I have better things to do than be insulted." He turned to go, but froze at Wukong's next words. "So says the jealous brat." Slowly, Nezha turned to look back at Wukong, a dark glare on his face. "What did you just call me, ape?"

Wukong, knowing he had gotten under his skin, let a smile cross over his face. The smile stretched enough to show his fangs, his eyelids lifting. "Jealous. Brat. You're just mad because Y/N likes me better. Oh-" he chucked at seeing Nezha's expression darken further. "Did you think you were being subtle? Everyone knows you're obsessed, but you're too blind to see Y/N clearly has picked me over you. Have you ever wondered why Y/N always calls me to hang out? Why they always hold my hand? Why they-" Before he could speak further, Wukong felt Nezha's fist connect with his face, sending him stumbling a few steps back. Feeling the blood from his split lip, the Monkey King began laughing as he looked back up at the seething heavenly prince. "There you go, Nezha! There's that anger!" The Monkey King summoned forth his staff.

"Wukong..." Nezha could feel pink flames appear on his fists. He was trying to keep himself calm, but the idea of Y/N picking this hoodlum simian over him had snapped something. Almost without thinking he lunged forward, spear at the ready. Wukong easily brought his staff up to block the attack, aiming a kick at Nezha's midsection, forcing him backwards as he doubled over. Moving swiftly, Wukong moved behind Nezha to attempt a suplex, but the Lotus Prince jabbed him in the gut with a rather sharp elbow, turning to slam his flaming fist into Wukong's face... ...but stopped an inch away at the sound of a ringtone and automated voice saying: "Call from Y/N" The two stopped in their fighting as they held eye contact. Nezha moved to answer the call, and after a minute or so of listening said to Wukong, "That was Y/N. They wish to speak with both of us, and they said it was serious." Worry for their darling made Wukong frown. "Are they hurt?" "They would not say. This does not end things between us, you know. If you speak one more word against me, especially if it is to Y/N, I will personally drag you down to the final layer of Hell." Wukong raised an eyebrow, his cocky smile coming back as he took a few steps back, rubbing where Nezha had elbowed him. "Likewise, especially if you drop me in the ocean again." An unstoppable force and immovable object competing for the affection of one they hold dear. Whatever the resolution was, it would be far from peaceful. Hopefully Y/N would make their decision before this conflict tore them both apart.

#lmk #lmk yandere #lmk third lotus prince #lmk nezha #lmk prince nezha #lmk yandere nezha #lmk yandere nezha x reader #lmk wukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk yandere wukong #lmk yandere wukong x reader #lmk yandere wukong & yandere nezha x reader #lmk yandere x reader

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grav3yardbb92 · 5 months

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Remington leith x f!reader

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I woke up in the small cubby, that I currently call my bed. I pull back the curtain and step down into the small hallway that separates the two rows of bunks. I then walk into the main living area of the tour bus, expecting to find my boyfriend, Rem, or atleast one of his brothers or band mates. Instead I found no one. I then realize that the bus is stopped, so I slip on my Chuck's and step outside. I notice Daniel smoking in front of the steak & shake.

" hey there, sleepyhead" he says to me as I approach him. " where is.....?" " inside, corner booth" he answers simply, gesturing toward the door. I smile and thank him as I head into the restaurant, the smell of fresh coffee hitting my nose. I turn toward the corner and spot REM, with his back facing me, laughing with his brother Emerson. Em looks up and smiles at me. I place my finger over my mouth, gesturing for him to be quiet as I sneak up behind Rem

" oh My God! You're that vampire guy from that band! " I shout, making my best impression of a fangirl. Remington looks up at me and smiles. Emerson slides out of the booth and exits the restaurant, laughing his ass off.

" oh my god, you're that vampire guy's amazing girlfriend " Rem responds, imitating me. I laugh and slide in where Emerson just was. When I sit, Rem leans in to kiss my lips.

I then notice an almost empty plate of fries, so I snag one and eat it. He then slides his half gone milkshake in front of me. " what is it?" I ask. " guess" he answers simply. I look at him questionably but accept the offer, taking a sip. I taste chocolate along with something else undetectable. " chocolate?" I question " nope" he says shaking his head. I take another sip. " reesee" I guess again.

He gasp and holds his hand to his chest. " how dare you insult my baby." He says shocked. He then stands up and walks away toward the door. " hey, wait" I shout, following him" I know it" I say, catching up to him. " nutella " I whisper in his ear. He smiles and turns to face me. He nods, then grabs my hand and we walk out.

" I thought I was your baby" I say, faking a frown

" you are" he answers smiling " but don't tell nutella that" he adds in a whisper, kissing me again. " o..kay" I respond, rolling my eyes. " you're a weirdo" I add jokingly. " yep. But I'm your weirdo, right?" He ask. " of course" I respond as we enter the bus.

Cuddle time!

#palaye royale #band imagines #remminton x reader #remminton leith #remmgto. leith

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delilahcalicocat · 1 month

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★~I'll Never Stop~★

{Rating: Cotton Candy Colored Fluff that is hella fluffy}

◆–Warnings: Kissing, Swearing, Hugging, A long car ride with professional yappers, Lilith being Insulted by Trent–◆

【Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Lilith Punk】

《Summary: Matt and Mike tried to make a plan to stop Orange from winning with trent but things before their normal tag match take a turn...》

★– WC: 800 or 900 –★

A/N: This is not proofread, sorry for any mistakes of text color, Fonts or words in a sentence

[Lilith's POV:]

It was 10:00pm, Rampage just started filming. I was planned to appear with Orange and Trent since Chuck was busy with Tony.

A couple hours before the whole Rampage event, I'd heard Taven and Bennett chatting about how they'd interfere with Orange's Match. In which I did not approve of that.

Those little undisputed Asses shouldn't even be in this fucking tournament since they have the ROH Tag Titles. But this was just a normal tag match.

"Orange, You ready?" Trent Asked

"Mmmh" Orange hummed against my chest in the bear hug we had going on.

"I'm sure he's ready Trent, just give us like three more seconds-" I spoke

"Ugh! Enough with that hug! We're gonna be late!" Trent growled

"Jesus dude- calm the actual fuck down. You'll be fine, beside we never complained when you and Chuck hugged-" Kris and Hook spoke in unison

"Oh so what?! You're both gonna side with Lilith because Orange is just being sweet?!" Trent Sighed Loudly

"Trent. I don't think you should wrestle tonight. You should go home and Fucking rest!" Kris Spat with Venom on her tongue

"I agree with Kris here, you should relax. I'll go fight with Orange or something. Because we don't need someone getting hurt over you being angered" Hook Spoke.

"Fine! I'll fucking leave!" Trent Spat before he stomped off

"What the Hell is going on over here?!" Chuck Asked

"Trent just flipped out on Lilith over a fucking hug! Go talk with your asshole!" Hook Shouted

I had covered Orange's Ears before Hook shouted, Because the Anxiety and Anger in the locker room had built up 10x as much as it usually does...

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After the Match, Me, Hook, Orange and Kris decided we'd just share the car that Trent and Chuck originally came to the arena with me and Orange in. It took 2 hours to get to that goddamn hotel

"So, uhm Kris. What are you gonna do for this year's Battle of the Belts in October?" Hook Asked Kris.

"Oh, If she still has it after WrestleDream. I'm gonna beat her for it." Kris spoke

I kept my focus on the road, My knuckles Bone-white from the pressure I'd applied to the steering wheel.

Meanwhile Orange was on his phone lazily Scrolling through X until he saw a post that piqued his interest, it was by Trent himself.

[Post]

Hey All, Just wanted to say. Tonight I almost got fired from AEW thanks to a certain Bitch. [@LilyPunkAEW], over a goddamn hug. If you see this Lilith. This is for You and Orange 🖕😒. ‐ Trent Beretta AEW

[Lilith's POV:]

Orange had gasped at the post and at the red light he'd shown it to me.

So I took out my phone as soon as we got to the hotel and typed out

[Post again this time Lilith's]

Hey Everyone! Lily Here to speak her mind. Since I saw a little Someone [TrentBerettaAEW] Post about me and My Boyfriend. [FreshlyOCAEW] and Complain about us. Fuck off. You're really gonna get upset over a goddamn hug? Like talk about sensitive much. We all sat and ate shit while you and [ChuckieTAEW] would hug, so why can't you do the same for me and Orange. It's a simple gesture of love you fucking dumbass. Get. Over. It. ⛤- Lily Punk ★

[Lilith's POV:]

I put my phone down on the nightstand, gave Orange a kiss and he fell asleep.

I laid down but struggled to rest, since my brain was aching to see what Trent responded, Turns out the Replies I got were

From Hook and Kris, who were up at like 1:30am.

But I think Trent learned something Today.. don't mess with Lilith Punk.

#{♡}delilah's fics{♧}#aew #aew fanfiction #aew drabble #drabble #OC 🧡🍊#Lilith Punk💜🖤#Lily and OC 👀✨️

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artdecosupernova-writing · 10 months

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Partners

Reagan Gilmore and Ben Murray are desperate to take their music and comedy act—aptly called Gilmore and Murray—to the big leagues. In New York City, the year 1950 to be more specific, when and where you can’t swing a baseball bat without hitting someone demanding a duo act with talent, that doesn’t seem to be too hard. The tricky part, however, is rising to the top of the heap when you’re indebted to a particularly notorious crime syndicate.

Protagonists

Reagan Gilmore • 29 • August 15th, 1921 • Ireland

Reagan moved to a small town in New Jersey with his parents at age 9 and met Ben the same day. Some would say it was love at first sight, as the two have been inseparable ever since. At age 13, Reagan’s parents moved back to Ireland and he stayed behind since he couldn’t bear the thought of being so far away from Ben. He’s got incredibly good looks in spades and the charisma to back it up, which he’s learned to use to his and Ben’s advantage. He can have as big a heart as he wants but he’s deeply flawed and he’s tried to quell it for decades.

Ben Murray • 25 • February 27th, 1925 • New Jersey

A mama’s boy through and through, Ben has abandonment issues and a heavily codependent relationship with Reagan. Until age 5 it was just him and his mom, Shoshana, against the world, and meeting a little Irish boy new to town chucked a very welcome wrench in that cozy dynamic for the rest of their lives. Something dark brews beneath the complex surface of one Benjy Mertz. He fears being alone, even in his own apartment, and going as much as a week without seeing his best friend is practically equivalent to being imprisoned.

• • •

"Well," Ben said suddenly. "...What if we could work and celebrate Charlotte's birthday at the same time?" Reagan paused in the midst of kneeling to hand Carolyn another wooden car. "What?" Ben swiveled to face him, hands on his hips. "What if we didn't have to miss her birthday after all? We could...have a celebration at the Heron." Reagan and Carolyn exchanged a glance, the concern doubling in her face. "Have a child's birthday party at the Heron?" Reagan pushed himself to his feet. "Have you cracked? Geevo wouldn't allow a child to look at the Heron, and you think he's gonna let one waltz into the house just 'cause we work there?" "All we gotta do is ask, Reggie." Reagan lifted his eyebrows. "Be my guest." A quick jab of fear split through Ben's chest. "Wh—why's it gotta be me?!" "It was your idea. You're the one stupid enough to think you can ask something insulting of the man almost certainly involved in the mob that just so happens to hand us our paychecks after every performance of lascivious smiles and flop sweat." "It's a good idea," Carolyn interjected. "If you could pull it off, it would be better than missing out for six years in a row." Without breaking eye contact with Ben, Reagan released a slow breath, the weight of Carolyn's words once again sinking into his shoulders with the strength of a weighted blanket. He eventually lowered his gaze to the toys in her hands.

• • •

"He pays us," Reagan reminded him through gritted teeth once the door clicked closed behind them. "He lets me live in a house with my family, and lets you live, full stop." "With money that he likely inherited when someone went the way of the executed," Ben hissed, shrugging Reagan off of him. They hurried through the hall to get as far away from the office as possible. "We don't owe him shit! If anything, we're the reason that shit-head rakes in as much as he does every goddamn week!" Reagan shoved him into the wall. "If he hears you mouthin' off like that, I will let him wring your pencil neck, do you hear me? He's got all the right ties to all the wrong people." "Or is that the wrong ties to the right people?" Ben said, rubbing his shoulder as they turned a corner. "With Geevo Jones it doesn't matter. You'd be dead either way and I wouldn't know what to do with myself." "It'd tear you up that much, huh?" Reagan came to a stop and turned to him, picking up on the neediness behind the faux-casual question. "You've been my best friend for twenty years. You think I would've stuck with you that long if I didn't care about someone blowing your brains out?" Ben paused, nose scrunching. "...Didja have to get offensive?" "Yeah." Reagan smiled.

#Partners #PI #wip intro

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inlocusmads · 6 months

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Hey Mads: 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? 39. Who was the last person you danced with? 21. Are you in a good mood?

Thanks :)

tysm for the ask Elsa! <33

> make me admit stuff

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn't make you laugh?

Nora: Yes.

Trystan: Lies. My jokes are wonderful.

Nora: Laughing is -- secondary. I prefer people who are kind.

Trystan: I tried to kill you with a serving tray.

Nora: And we're all past that, okay? It happened years ago. Nobody needs to know that.

Trystan: Personally I love it when someone makes me laugh. For example, Nora this morning, who added salt to her coffee and swallowed it because she was too adamant on not admitting her mistake.

Nora: That was not funny. And it was sugar, okay?

Trystan: I shall fall in love with anyone who is nice to me.

Nora: I think I can say the same.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

Trystan: Nora and her coffee goof-up. It happened just this morning.

Nora: I haven't laughed much, to think about it.

Trystan: You laughed at that reality TV show when a woman throws a drink at another woman.

Nora: It wasn't a laugh. I snorted. There is a clear distinction.

Trystan: I make brilliant jokes. She, unfortunately, has subpar taste.

Nora: (grinds her teeth, but is visibly smiling) I feel like I'm too nice to people.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

Trystan: I have danced with great many people. I frankly cannot recall. Personalities, fashion designers-

Nora: It's me.

Trystan: Nora does not count.

Nora: He can't dance honestly. He's got this weird habit of pushing you like a door that tells you to pull first.

Trystan: I have never been more insulted than this in my thirty years of existence.

Nora: Good.

21: Are you in a good mood?

Trystan: Yes! I am very happy. Happy me. So joyous. It is such a wonderful time to be alive.

Nora: The barista at the coffee shop forgot his order.

Trystan: I go there every single day!

Nora: He wants to be -- yknow cool and stuff, he saw those - things where you have people walking up to - er baristas and going "Just the usual" in this cool, dapper way.

Trystan: Life is just disappointing sometimes. I know him so well. His name is Chuck. His father is an accountant. He is paying for his med school by taking shifts at the shop.

Nora: I am happy.

Trystan: Schadenfreude? At this time, really?

Nora: (proud) No, you being yknow -- you're getting the hang of what you call "detectiving". Observing and stuff.

Trystan: No -- we had a friendly conversation. He told me this. You really thought I would waste my time jumping to assumptions?

Nora: Okay well. Still happy.

Trystan: You are not.

Nora: Salt coffee sucks, okay?

#nora x trystan #make me admit stuff ask #jerzwriter #askboxed!

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I haven’t been camping in a while

and everytime all I could do was walk and play on the rope tied to a tree

And bc google isn’t realistic about camping

what do adults do while camping, my knowledge is that there’s alcohol and cards against humanities and 4 wheel driving

this isn’t an important question, I want to make posters of the mercs camping and Tom fuckery

What do adults do while camping alone?

Usually when I'm in the bush I'll finish every other night with a beer, so yes there IS alcohol, but no I'm not getting drunk. I don't play cards by myself. When I'm camping most of my time is spent sleeping or cooking. When I have free time I fish or read or whittle or write. Rarely I'll draw and sketch my environment or the wildlife (usually the wildlife, I suck at landscapes). Sometimes I'll skip rocks or practice throwing my knives. I'm good at the rocks, I could be better at the knives. I'll practice knots. I'll swim. I'll do bird calls and see what answers. Sometimes if I'm really bored and it's too dark to do much else I'll take a small dose of shrooms and get high. The stars are never more beautiful than when your brain is playing connect-the-dots mid-trip.

With other people it's all of the above (minus the shrooms unless it's Jack) with some other additions too. When I'm by myself I hum. When I'm with people I sing. Jack will bring out his guitar and play old bush ballads and I'll provide the vocals. Around other people I get tipsy (not drunk, just a mite loose). Sometimes we'll play horseshoes. Other times we'll go bushwalking.

We'll tell ghost stories. I'll talk about my adventures and the things I've seen. He'll talk to me about the stars and Aborigine mythology.

Mostly we talk. That's the best benefit of camping. When you're sitting at a campfire for long enough with your mates, you start feeling raw. So we talk. Things going on in our lives, we talk work, hunting, fishing, pretty girls and handsome blokes, the people we've met and places we've seen while apart. We talk about good food and politics and the weather and people we don't like and people we do. Lots of blokey lockerroom talk.

If I'm in Kakadu we share bush tucker. He'll find the good yams because he's better at it. I'll find the ripe plums and dundil fruits. If I find dundil fruits we usually spend some time chucking the nuts eat each other's mouths and trying to catch them. I always have to be doing something with my hands, so usually he tries distracting me with questions because it's hard to multitask between talking, catching nuts out of the air, and picking apart a piece of wood.

Also we're best mates, so we insult each other constantly. It usually devolves into racial remarks. One we come back to a lot is me saying god burnt him when she made him and him replying "Least I'm edible, you're undercooked." We make comments about each other's faults: ability to acquire mates, cooking skill (he's a better cook than me especially with native seasoning, I barely season my food), age (I'm the wayward little brother because I'm three years younger than him), horses, livestock, good vs bad beer, good vs bad roots, what we like about the fairer sex (besides the obvious) and what we DON'T like. He whinges about family and so do I.

So mostly it's just talk and eating. We never argue and if we do disagree on something we'll change topic so we don't spoil the mood.

#blu whos #bushman #with as often as i mention jack im wondering if i should have a jack tag lmao

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mlobsters · 10 months

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supernatural s5e22 swan song (teleplay: eric kripke story: eric gerwitz)

DEAN I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... it's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you.

SAM Thank you.

DEAN If this is what you want... Is this really what you want?

SAM I let him out. I got to put him back in.

a) want? i mean who wants this, no one, but do they have any other options at this point? b) "i let him out" ouch. c) i am at least slightly relieved that they're together on this (at this point in the episode fuck knows if it'll last longer than 10 minutes) d) the gentle piano coming in as he says "truth is" oh god it's just so. why do i have such problems with the scored music lol it just feels so... generic e) dean being all, i am defined by you

gallon jugs o'blood made me laugh

SAM So you got to promise me something.

DEAN Okay. Yeah. Anything.

SAM You got to promise not to try to bring me back.

DEAN What? No, I didn't sign up for that.

SAM Dean --

DEAN Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me just to sit by and do nothing?

SAM Once the Cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky.

DEAN No, no, no, no, no. As if I'm just gonna let you rot in there.

SAM Yeah, you are. You don't have a choice.

DEAN You can't ask me to do this.

SAM I'm sorry, Dean. You have to.

DEAN So then what am I supposed to do?

SAM You go find Lisa. You pray to god she's dumb enough to take you in, and you – you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me.

this is fine. everything is fine.

again i don't want reality to intrude on my shows but sir you cannot drink 4 gallons of anything like that. *stop thinking about how they keep it from coagulating* it's demon blood, it's magic!

these chuck/impala interludes are kinda weird. why you tryin to tug my heartstrings over the car and how it's their home right now

LUCIFER/SAM I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all – how odd you always felt, how... out of place in that... family of yours. And why shouldn't you have? They were foster care – at best. I'm your real family.

SAM No, that's not true.

LUCIFER/SAM It is. And I know you know it. All those times you ran away, you weren't running from them. You were running towards me. This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know. I let Dean live, didn't I? I want him to live. I'll bring your folks back, too. I want you to be happy, Sam.

big sigh. i have no idea this gets to the endpoint

this is a lot of padalecki face. it's hard not to zone out, had the same problem when dean was talking to future!dean too. at least with this, there's a pretty distinct difference in vibe between the characters

CASTIEL It's starting.

DEAN Yeah, you think, genius?

CASTIEL You don't have to be mean.

tell him, cas. and dean comes right back with a completely unnecessary insult that i will not deign to repeat

CHUCK (VOICEOVER) And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word.

like. ???? but also dropping all sorts of good details for our dear fic writers

CASTIEL I just want you to understand – the only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother.

DEAN Well, then I ain't gonna let him die alone.

guh.

questionable music selection, dean. rock of ages, really

the rest is too awful to talk about. the show will always try to drown us in dean's pain.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 5x22 #eric kripke #eric gerwitz

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Helloooo! For the wip thing, how about sabriel fake dating? :)

Hi!! So Sabriel fake dating is pretty much what the title says - Sam and Gabriel pretend to be dating. For completely logical, altruistic reasons, of course. 😌

There's also Saileen in this story, because ultimately my agenda is always Sabrieleena polycule endgame.

Have a snippet of the beginning:

“You're dating who?!” Dean asks, sounding like someone just insulted Baby, or said that cake is better than pie.

“Gabriel.” Sam gestures to the angel next to him, who has been smiling smugly ever since they agreed to do this.

“'Sup, future bro-in-law,” Gabriel says. When Sam glares at him, his grin just widens. “Yeah, Sammy and I are a thing now, better get used to it.”

“Don't call me that,” Sam mutters.

“And why would you-” Dean gestures to Gabriel, then to Sam. “No, why would you-” Finally, he looks to Cas helplessly, who has been frowning all this time.

“What about Eileen?” he asks, very seriously.

“Oh, it's fine. We're on a, you know, a break. Of sorts. Don't worry about it.” Sam can feel himself starting to sweat. Damnit. He pretty much lies professionally, why is this so hard?

“A break?” Dean seems concerned, but he doesn't say anything more, just glares at Gabriel.

“Congratulations?” Adam says from the table, where he's still playing UNO with Michael. They barely looked up at Sam and Gabriel when they announced they had something to say, and he doesn't look at all bothered by the fact that Sam is supposedly dating the brother of the archangel who is possessing him.

Michael frowns at his cards, then puts one on the pile in the middle.

“Another reverse card?? You have got to be cheating,” Adam complains, grinning when Michael glares at him.

“I don't cheat,” Michael informs him. “... much.”

Adam rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling. It's almost cute, the way the two interact as if they've known each other for years. (Which, okay, at this point they have, even if you don't count how time works in the cage.) The thing is, that's all they're doing – playing games, watching movies, smiling at each other dopily. Sam has never even seen them hold hands, much less kiss, even though there is clearly something between them.

Same for Cas and Dean, really. Even after beating God and getting actual free will, those two are still dancing around each other. Somehow, Sam always thought that once all the obstacles were removed, especially once it wasn't Chuck's story anymore, they would figure it out quickly. But instead it's worse now. Cas seems to be keeping a distance from all of them while he waits for Jack to return from Heaven, and Dean has been throwing himself into hunt after hunt, even though he used to talk about retiring after all the God stuff was over.

And that's exactly why Sam is doing this. Maybe if his brothers see that it's possible to date an angel, they'll finally get their shit together and start doing it themselves.

#Sam is going to get such a good grade at being a brother #He's being soooo selfless lol #It's not that he wants to smooch Gabriel of course. Haha. Why would you think that...#Sabriel #Destiel #Midam #Quick writing #Fake dating #Michael definitely cheats at playing cards that guy is ruthless #I'm still debating with myself if Mary should be in this

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I love how everyone hates Chris Pratt exclusively based off randos on Twitter demanding he endorse This Week's Cause (TM), his response to which was him saying no-one wanted his political takes because all he was was an entertainer that wanted to stay in his lane. And he's right - no-one, except an infinitesimally small minority of fools who want everyone and everything to be 100% political, want that.

You don't like his voice, fine, but to despise someone, there's clearly more to it. You can dislike his acting, fine, but to despise someone for it means, again, there's more to it. Or maybe you're just a sociopath that exists in a world where the only possible states of liking something are Love and Despise.

But hey Seth Rogan is fine, despite him constantly being a stoner fucking idiot that constantly says dumb shit (like people shouldn't mind having their cars broken into). The man's entire career is zero effort 'lol weed bro,' and you're concerned Chris isn't putting in the effort. There's a reason why we've heard little to nothing of his dialogue. If it doesn't turn out to be 'lol bananas bro,' I'd be shocked.

First off yes from a political point I don't care for Pratt, but I also deeply despise his "acting" in this movie. He's barely changing his voice (at least in the first trailer). With the first trailer we aqlso got a small interview type thing from him and Jack Black, in which he couldn't even remember what GOOMAS were called for a few seconds when he was talking about playing the first Mario game. He plays Mario and couldn't remember the MOST COMMON ENEMY in the franchise. He plays Star Lord in Marvel, but openly hates the idea of playing a BISEXUAL CHARACTER, which is what Star Lord is in the comics. The majority of his roles are "basic ass white guy who is the straight man/most average dude in the room". Him playing a character with as much CHARACTER as Mario is crap and only insults Mario as a CHARACTER.

Honestly I completely forgot about Seth Rogan being in it cause we only really hear him in the last 2 trailers released (mostly in the final one). Honestly I really don't care for him as an actor either, he's fucking EVERYWHERE in kids films. Honestly I would've mentioned Seth if I'd actually remembered he existed in the cast. Seth is the kinda guy I no nothing about, but honestly if you're concerned about a guy smoking weed and still acting maybe look at the live action actors a little more, and maybe remember weed is legal in a lot of places.

Also to get down to your main "concern", yes I either love an actors performance, find them meh at best, or will refuse to see ANYTHING with them in it when possible. I really don't watch Seth Rogan, Chris Pratt, and MANY other actors and actresses because I find them meh or crap.

Also wasn't there some random pole made a while back based on who was the best actor with the first name Chris and he was the worst? I'm sure there are lots of reasons for that...

Now random person who wants to chuck their love for the random dumb shit in a kids movie, you want to talk with me again we can talk over dm where I can actually articulate myself to whatever you are wanting to discuss directly.

I will refuse to answer any more asks, especially anon ones, regarding Pratt or Rogan cause I don't care for them in the absolute slightest. :)

#question answered #anon ask #mario movie #crisp rat #fuck chris pratt #seth rogan

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