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dumbseee · 9 months

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gentleman.

in which nothing is easy for a woman in a "man’s world."

carlos sainz jr x journalist!reader.

fc: danna paola.

note: inspired by this. sorry for the typos and mistakes :(

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y/n: living lil y/n’s dream ☁️

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fan1: i want to be her so bad

fan2: she’s living my dream

fan3: so beautiful!

fan4: good luck y/n!

fan5: what does she knows about f1?

fan6: another clout chaser… i wonder which driver will be her first victim🤣

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"hi carlos! first of all, congrats on p3, you did amazing!" you smiled, your mic in hand, shaking a little and trying to stay composed as carlos stood in front of you. he smiled at you, and you swore that you could faint right now. but you had to stay professional. "thank you…?" he said so you could tell him your name. "y/n l/n, it’s my first day." you smiled again and he smiled back, handing out his hand, that you obviously shook. "i have a question for you before letting you rest, how are you going to prioritise or how is it going to work with you to test everything, do you think it will be a game changer or not?" you asked, handing him the mic, he took it and started thinking. "good question! you have great questions y/n." carlos answered first before getting cut by someone behind you. "ha! mate, if you want her in your bed, no need to lie to her." another journalist said, and you could feel your heart fall in your stomach.

you knew that kind of thing was going to happen to you during your career. because it was well known that formula one was a man’s world and women had no business in it. you took a step back and bit your lower lip to stop the tears from falling. you knew you were qualified, you knew that you worked hard for it, it was your dream! but you felt utterly disrespected and embarrassed, you couldn’t even look at carlos anymore as you tried to back up to leave. but carlos wasn’t having that, he grabbed the mic you were still holding, which surprised you and pulled you back where you were previously standing. you looked up at him and was surprised to see how pissed he looked, his warm eyes were now cold and dark, his jaw clenched and his hand flexed against the mic which showed his veins.

"how dare you call yourself a man and talk to a woman like that?" he called out, the journalist turned bright red and struggled to find his words. "she heard the disgusting words you had to say about her and it hurt her, so you better apologise right now, and loud enough for the entire paddock to hear you." the man mumbled some apologies before running away, pushing some people out of his way which made the others people surrounding you laugh. carlos looked at you and smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder. "you have a bright future ahead of you, y/n. i’m looking forward to your interview in silverstone." he winked and finally disappeared, leaving you blushing and completely lost.

carlos sainz was definitely a gentleman.

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carlossainz55: amazing race for us! another podium for me and charles, thanks for the support guys! we must stay focus for the next race!

charles_leclerc: well said!

scuderiaferrari: proud of you boys!

fan1: YAAAAAAY

fan2: p2 and p3 for ferrari, i used to pray for times like this

fan3: who’s the girl on the fourth pic?

fan4: @.fan3 a random journalist

fan5: @.fan4 idk about random tho, that’s y/n l/n, the journalist carlos stood up for in autria

fan6: is that y/n l/n??

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"congrats on p2 carlos!" you said with a big smile, you weren’t pointing a mic at him, you were actually heading back to your car when you bumped into the ferrari driver. he looked surprised to see you, but smiled back. "y/n! i was expecting you during the post-race interviews, where were you?" he asked, he was still wearing his race suit, tied up to his waist which had to be the sexiest sight you’ve ever witnessed. "i was feeling sick so i asked lissie to do them for me. i watched you- i mean, i watched you and max and charles of course!" you added, flustered and suddenly turning bright red. carlos laughed and patted your head which made your heart skip a beat. "haha! don’t worry cariño, i hope you’re feeling better, i need you to be there to interview me when i finally get to be p1." you smiled and nodded. "i promise to be healthy to interview you!" carlos smiled at you before walking to his car, you watched him leave and felt your cheeks getting hot when he turned around to wave at you before hopping in his ferrari.

carlos sainz was successfully playing with your heartstrings.

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y/n: happiness is a butterfly.

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 9 months

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darilaros (princess) │ Chapter 1: Sunrise

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4 │Chapter 5 │Chapter 6 │Chapter 7 │Chapter 8 (COMPLETE!)

Synopsis: Queen Aemma brings a new child into the world—you. As the second daughter of King Viserys, you experience firsthand what it means to belong to the House of the Dragon.

Hello, everyone! Welcome to the very first instalment of this series, featuring baby!Babey and teen-uncle!Daemon! This prologue will be the only Daemon POV of this instalment (or at least that is my current plan), and there will be several time jumps in keeping with canon. Please keep in mind that, as canon diverges around Episode 5/6 in this series, much of what occurs in the show will also occur as-is here, so don’t expect anything particularly innovative in terms of plot, lol. I’m hoping this will be an opportunity to establish Babey as a firm part of the storyline in a manner that is a little less ambiguous, and will also serve to provide more wholesome Babey/Daemon interactions to foreground their later shift. A couple things: there will be NO ROMANCE in this fic, because Babey is a child. Ew. There may be mentions of romance between other characters, but this story will be told firmly through Babey’s eyes and thus events are limited to her own interpretations.

Anyway! Enough from me - on with the show!

TRIGGERS: mentions of miscarriage/stillbirth, mentions of childbirth trauma, blood.

“And so it was that, in the summer of 109 AC, Queen Aemma took once again to her childbed, remaining there for near two days for what would be a difficult and taxing labour. In the early hours of the morning, King Viserys and his lady wife welcomed a living babe—but not the babe they expected. The arrival of a second daughter took both by surprise, for they had come to believe the child in the Queen’s belly had been their longed-for son. It was nonetheless announced that the Queen had been delivered of a healthy girl, and a great relief was struck up across the Realm, the bells of King’s Landing being rung from dawn to dusk and the people gathering on the streets in praise of their new Princess.”

- ‘Fire and Blood: Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros’ by Archmaester Gyldayn

It's quiet this time, he thinks. No snivelling midwives, no wailing… A good thing, surely.

Still. The silence, in all of its peculiarity, is unnerving. After the last occasion—the frenetic activity bustling up and down the halls, the yelling, the sound of Aemma’s screams, the stench of blood thickening in his nostrils as he stepped forth to take his first and last view of the purple, unmoving babe in the cradle he would never outgrow—the absence of sound seems almost foreboding. Should he not hear the child cry? Should he not be within by now? He would venture to knock on the door, but he dare not risk disturbing this fragile peace—especially if it is not fated to remain so.

Thus, Daemon Targaryen, eighteen summers of age and the King’s very own brother, waits in his seat opposite the entry to the Queen’s chambers as he has done for hours. And, as he sits, he prays.

Well—not pray, exactly. He’d have to believe in gods to do that. But, should a higher power exist, it cannot hurt to lend his own voice to the masses that even now attempt to muster enough mercy to grant the survival of his cousin and the child she has worked so hard to bring forth these past moons. Let them live, he urges, pressing the thought out into the air around him, into the sky far above the Keep. Let them both live.

“Any news?”

Daemon snaps to attention, head tilting automatically to the intruder. He suppresses a sneer. Now is not the time.

“Nothing,” he says, taking care to keep his tone even.

Otto Hightower sighs. “Well”—the Hand of the King moves closer, towering over Daemon with his hands clasped behind his back—“no news is good news, I hope.”

“Hm.” He’ll not dignify that with a response.

Hightower’s eyes narrow in on him. “There is no need to sound quite so downtrodden, Prince Daemon. I am sure the King will find some use for you… now that you are no longer his heir.”

He knows what the man is after. A display of anger, perhaps—maybe even hot-headed insistence on his part that his position stands as it has since Viserys won the throne, that the child is dead, that the Lord has every reason to fear him still. He won’t give him the satisfaction, though. If his brother ventures out to see Daemon once again railing at his most trusted advisor…

Daemon’s desire to meet his nephew outweighs his need to put this upstart in his place.

“Never fear, Otto.” He smiles, lips stretched wide with too much teeth, threatening more than welcoming. “I’ll always have a place by Viserys’s side. I am his brother. And you…” He looks the man up and down. Even now, the pin of the Hand is attached to the cunt’s lapel like a sycophantic badge of honour, gleaming in the golden torchlight. “What are you, exactly?”

Hightower’s jaw clenches. “I am the Hand of the Ki—”

“For now,” Daemon says, a smug half-smirk playing at the very corners of his mouth. “Don’t forget that. For now.”

What he doesn’t say is plain to read upon his face. One day, he’ll understand. One day, he’ll see you for what you really are. A leech, one who latches onto power and drains those who truly wield it dry.

The reminder makes Otto pale. “I—”

The door creaks open, the flushed face of one Viserys Targaryen appearing in the space between wood and frame. “Daemon.”

Daemon rises. “Is—how is—” He cannot get the fucking words out.

His brother grins. “Aemma is well, and the babe is healthy.”

He lets out a relieved breath, surprised to discover exactly how tense he had been since the messenger had roused him from sleep at the hour of the owl. That tension releases itself with the air he pushes from his lungs, his shoulders sagging from the freedom of it. Suddenly, his eyes no longer feel so wide, so fear-bright, and fatigue sets in. He is tired. But first—

“May I see him?” he asks.

At that, Viserys pauses, whatever he had intended to say to Otto left unfinished. He clears his throat, all joy fleeing his face. “Ah… About that.”

“Is the boy… crippled?” The Hand’s voice is hushed, apprehensive.

“No, no!” Viserys insists, shaking his head. “Only… she is small, quiet. Nothing at all like Rhaenyra was.”

“A girl? But Runciter was so certain!” Otto says, mouth parted in shock.

Runciter’s a fucking fool. Anyone who sets stock by his theories ought to be burned alive, Daemon thinks, rolling his eyes. He’d never liked maesters—any of them, least of all the doddering fuckwits appointed to the vaunted station of Grand Maester. That Runciter had gotten this wrong is hardly surprising. None of them seem to know what they are doing.

He pushes around his brother and leaves him to his latest inanity, moving onward to where his newest niece lay.

The Queen’s chambers are stifling, unbearably hot, the windows closed tight and the fires blazing in spite of the warmth already pervading the early hours of the morn. Another ridiculous notion, he suspects, though whether it be Westerosi custom or Targaryen superstition, he knows not. Perhaps dragonbabes can only be born into the fire they are made from.

Last time he was here, Aemma had been gaunt, eyes red-rimmed and near hysterical from the passing of her first, her only son. She’d laid weeping in her bloodied shift still, bedraggled hair sticking to slick skin as she’d mourned the child, insensate to kind words or reason from any who had approached her. Eventually, Viserys had demanded all who were not the blood of the dragon to remove themselves from the room. Together, he and Daemon had borne Aemma from her childbed, had taken her to the bath still waiting, had disposed of the last markers of gloom and tragedy marring the space.

Only those of Valyrian blood should ever bear witness to weakness from one of their own. Only those of Valyrian blood could ever understand the magnitude of such a loss. Their line had been dying out since the Doom—every death since only ever added salt to the wound.

What Daemon walks into this time is different. So very, very different.

Aemma is gaunt still, overcome by weariness, no doubt sapped greatly by the trials of such long labour. Shadows carve deep hollows beneath her eyes, skeletal, made almost sinister by the flicker of dim light, and her mouth is pale and cracked. Yet, there is naught but a buoyant sort of lightness adorning her face, shining more brilliantly than a crown ever could.

The chamber bears none of that ominous atmosphere that pervaded that night, instead filled with the heady scent of frankincense clogging each breath he draws, earthy smoke settling warm in his gut. The sheets are clean. The midwives calm. The Grand Maester, asleep in the chair by the fire.

And, in the Queen’s arms, the smallest wrapped bundle he has ever seen.

“Is that…” He swallows, dazed and speechless.

His cousin beams. “Come,” she says. “Come and meet her.”

Wordlessly, he approaches, taking care to make his footfalls light so as not to disturb the delicate creature enshrined in a mother’s embrace. As he draws close, he sees that the babe is not asleep as he had thought. Instead, open eyes look upward, deep dark indigo with the merest hint of lilac-violet-amethyst, the promise of Old Valyria in that muzzy, unfocused gaze.

This is the moment he meets you.

Aemma graciously accepts his silent question, relinquishing you to your uncle with naught but a gentle sigh and a stroke to the cheek. So little are you that you settle easily into the line of his arm, head to the crook of his elbow and rump to his cupped hand, light enough that it would be easy to forget you are even there. You let out a soft bleat, feet kicking beneath your swaddling—but that is all. For when that blue-nearly-purple stare shifts, locking with his, you fall silent, still. And so does he.

You are beautiful.

Of course you are. Viserys is hardly the handsomest of men, and Aemma comely enough though of no great noteworthiness, but their firstborn is about as lovely as any girl of nine summers can be. Your sister.

Gods, he thinks. Rhaenyra, an elder sister. The very notion of his spoiled little niece playing such a part seems unwittingly hilarious in this moment. She will not like being made to share her mama and papa—her uncle—with you.

Right now, that is irrelevant. His attention returns to the slope of your nose, the rosebud bloom of your lips, the blush of your rounded cheeks, tracking the near ethereal features of your face with a delicate fingertip. Newborns are dreadful looking things, usually, squished and red and misshapen. You look like a painting, or a doll made by the finest artisans, a sculpture rendered by magic rather than mortal hands. He wonders if it is love for you—and it is love, he has no doubt of that, for his love of family is perhaps the one true redeeming quality he possesses—that blinds him to any imperfection, or if you really are as lovely as you seem.

“What will you name her?” he asks, smoothing the cloths off your fragile little head to take the briefest peek at your scalp. Ah—there it is. Targaryen silver. With an Arryn for a mother, one could never be certain.

“Rhaenyra’s insisted on naming her sister Visenya.”

Daemon glances toward the foot of the bed. Viserys has returned, absent of his loyal hound, drawing near without his notice.

He snorts. “How very like her.” ‘Tis true; Rhaenyra has always been fixated on stories of the Conqueror and his wives, in particular forming a fascination for the elder of Aegon’s Queens. It is a powerful name. A warrior’s name. He frowns. “A fine name—but not for this little thing.”

Visenya is anger and retribution; violence and chaos; death and destruction. Daemon can find nothing of the sort in you. Every part of you—from the tips of your fuzzed palewhite hair to the petite softness of your wiggly little feet—seems fit for a destiny of another kind. One of peace, of calm, of joy and goodness.

Aemma hums an agreement, wholly preoccupied with gazing at her newest child. “If she were a son, her name would be Baelon.”

“Hm.” Viserys steps forward, palm brushing featherlight across your side as he passes to sit by his wife. “Baelon and Visenya. Those are the names we had prepared. But alas, Baelon was not to be. And Visenya is not… right.”

Daemon stands, bringing you a scant few steps toward the window. Dawn is approaching. The sky has relinquished the darkness of night, and there, on the horizon, the faintest of ambers illuminates the locus where the heavens and the earth meet, silhouetting the city below. As he watches the sun rise, he just barely hears the staff behind him make their final exits, awash in a rustle of equipment and a hush of words offered to their mistress and exultant ruler.

A tiny noise below draws his interest. Your eyelids have drooped, soft lashes framing lavender lids that sweep across the skin of your cheeks. When he dips his finger into the parting of your mouth, you begin to suckle at him, reflex rather than need.

“What would you call her?” Aemma asks after seconds, minutes, hours. He turns, brow arched in surprise. She seems genuinely curious, though she is admittedly not one for mean-spirited japes as it is. His cousin has always valued his opinion more than his brother ever had, even if was she who had forced his bitch of a wife upon him. “If you could,” she adds, “what name would you give her?”

He looks to Viserys, wordlessly asking for permission. A dip of the chin is his response. Letting loose a soft grunt, he peers down at his small charge.

Visenya is too fierce. Gael too glum. Too many fucking ‘Rhae’ names, so no Rhaenys. Daella too bland, Saera too provocative, Alysanne too common.

And then, he thinks upon it. The perfect name. Your name. When he says it aloud, he is met with a shine in Aemma’s eyes, a gleam in Viserys’s grin.

“That is it,” the King says, nodding decisively. “That is what we shall call her.” Rising, he comes forward to clap Daemon on the shoulder lightly, hand warm even through the layers of his shirt and coat. “Thank you, brother.”

“Your Grace,” he murmurs, tipping his head.

There is a tightening in his chest, the sort of feeling that threatens to stop his heart from the depth of his own enduring emotion. As Viserys makes his way to the door to deliver the announcement—to proclaim your birth, to order the ringing of the bells, to declare your name for the entire world to hear and know—Daemon gazes down at you.

“What do you think, sweetling?” He says your name again.

This time, he swears that you smile back at him.

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ikisswanderer · 19 days

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DANCE WITH ME ! — ★

synopsis ; your boyfriend—aventurine—asks you to dance with him.

tags ; fluff, established relationship, ooc!aventurine??, gn!reader.

a/n ; POSTS ARE SO SLOW but its okay anw aventurine coming out in a couple days and i have 109 pulls saved for him thumbs up 👍🏻 i love aventurine

requests for fanfic ideas are always appreciated !

preferred if you listen to this song ^ :) (it gave me inspo to write this so)

saturday’s were supposed to be a time of relaxation or fun, but right now couldn’t be more boring than ever. aventurine even had his day off, for crying out loud!

he couldn’t help but glance at you every couple seconds, just waiting for you to say anything to cure him of his boredom; but here you were, lousily hanging around on your phone. (even if he was doing the same)

the more aventurine was spending time on his phone, the more he lost his sanity. so, he came up with an interesting idea.

“hey dear?”

he got up from the couch with a smile before leaning his face down beside your phone, trying to garner your attention.

his attention grabbing strategy worked as you raised your head from your phone and hummed in confusion. this only made him let out a laugh in response,

“do you want to dance?”

you raised a brow, and responded in a joking manner, “what are your intentions, aven’?”

“relax.. i just want you to get off of that phone and spend time with me. dont you want that too?” the smile on his face was contagious, as you began to smile too.

an exhale left your nose as you placed your phone down and got up right beside aventurine, the smile on his face only growing wider.

he picked his phone back up and after a couple seconds, a slow, but calming song started playing. while turning up the volume, he set his phone down on the couch.

the open living room could make a great ballroom.

while eyeing aventurine, you couldnt help but ask with curiosity, “do you even know how to dance?”

in which he shrugged and chuckled slightly, “i’ve danced a couple times, but i have not practiced enough to be good at it. who knows, by the end of this little dance session, maybe i can be a professional danseur.”

he took your hand and placed it on his shoulder, before he wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest while holding your hand with his free palm.

as the music played into the ears of both you and aventurine, a slow dance began to flow through both of your movements.

his lilac and blue gem eyes were focused on you, while you were focused on your feet, trying not to step on him.

he thought it was adorable, but he wanted your eyes on him.

“focus on me, my darling. it does not matter if you step on me.” aventurine purred near your ear. his voice didnt carry any of his usual sarcasm or sassiness; instead, a genuine, loving tone of voice.

relaxing at the tone of his voice, you began to focus on him—his eyes on yours, and your eyes on him.

the music served as background noise for a moment such as this one; the lovely melody making the moment all the more memorable.

“you’re ethereal.” aventurine complimented, grip gently tightening on your hand. he couldn’t remember the last time he was this relaxed.

“i could say the same for you, gem.” he chuckled under his breath at your compliment. your voice brought a great sense of peace within aventurine, making him want to pull you close and never let go.

he let go of your waist and gently spun you around, as if the two of you were the main characters in a romance film, before bringing you back into his chest to continue dancing.

it did not matter if you were bad at dancing, as long as you were right in front of him, it would be all worth it.

you were all aventurine needed, and he was more than glad you were here with him right now.

the more that you two danced, the more he wanted to pull you in and kiss you.. but it wouldn’t be right to do kiss you so suddenly without asking.

aventurine leaned in closer to your face before letting go of your interlocked palms and instead placing his hand on your face, speaking in a soft tone of voice,

“can i kiss you?”

staring into his gentle eyes, you nodded in response and he leaned forward and finally captured your lips in a kiss. your lips were soft, gentle.. and so were his.

the movement of your chest as you breathed in and out, your hair slightly tickling his hand as he cupped your cheek, the warmth of your skin and lips; it was more than just.. perfect. it was all the small details of you that he loved so much.

after a few seconds of your lips entangled with one another, he pulled away, slightly breathless; but he had a smile on his face, a genuine smile.

despite his cocky, arrogant, and sarcastic nature, he was soft on the inside and he was willing to share that side with you.

he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and buried his face into your shoulder, mumbling, “i love you.. so much..”

and you could relate to him, as you loved him all the same.

“i love you too.”

this work is by me, so please do not plagiarize or translate onto other platforms.

#✦ ikisswanderer #honkai star rail #hsr fluff #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine fluff #aventurine my beloved #hsr x reader

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Love, I Just Need to See | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Tommy needs glasses and (Y/N) has an opinion about every type of frame that's offered.

Warnings: language, smoking

Word Count: 2281

A/N: this was just a fun request to write...I think it’s one of my favorite stories of mine. Oh to be doing domestic things with Tommy Shelby *sigh*. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories that are similar to this one!

(Y/N) was able to hear the sounds of frustrated mumbling coming from inside Tommy's office as she walked past its slightly ajar door. "Tom?" she questioned as she peered her head in. Squinting her eyes to try to get them to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, she was able to make out that he was sitting at his desk.

"Yes?" he asked as he looked up from his papers, surprise clear on his face. He wasn't expecting her to be at his door.

"Everything ok?" she asked, taking his response as her ok to enter the room. If he hadn't wanted her in there, he would have told her to leave.

"Yes. I, uh..." he paused, his eyes glancing around his desk as he tried to find what he was looking for, "I'm just having a hard time balancing the logs is all," he admitted to her.

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows as she walked even further into the room. Once at his desk, she extended her hand and waved her fingers at him, her nonverbal way of asking him for what he was working on. He understood and neatly compiled the papers before handing them over to her. "Doctor said that you shouldn't be overworking yourself like this," she commented as she looked over the work he'd done so far.

"Yeah? Well fuck what the doctor says," Tommy grumbled, focusing himself on lighting a cigarette before he looked at her once more. (Y/N) sighed at his response, knowing that she should've expected something along those lines. But she tried anyway, wanting the best for her husband and his health.

"I think I know what your problem is," she announced after a few minutes had passed.

"What's that?" he inquired, his eyebrows raised.

"Your numbers are wrong," she told him, glancing up in time to see his face fill with confusion.

"That's impossible," Tommy shook his head, not wanting to believe that something like that would be the cause of the error.

"It's what's wrong," (Y/N) insisted as she moved around the desk so that she could be standing right next to his chair. "See, lookit...you've got 119 pounds listed here on the intake and then, for the same day's totals, you've written 109 pounds. You're never going to get the correct numbers if you don't have them consistent everywhere," she explained, glancing over at him before she trained her eyes on the books once more. "Do you have the initial papers you've copied this off of?" she asked then. Tommy nodded his head. "Can I see them?" was her next request. Silently, he grabbed them from his pile and handed them to her. It only took her a few moments to find yet another problem: "these aren't even the correct numbers, Tommy."

"What do you mean?" he questioned, his brows deeply furrowed as he took the paper back from her and then looked between it and the log on his desk.

"What day are you doing the totals for?" she asked him.

"Thursday."

"And what day does that say on the paper?" was her next question.

"Thursday," he responded with confidence, but (Y/N) shook her head.

"That says Tuesday, love," she corrected him before pointing to the paper in his hands, "see? T-U-E-S..."

"I know how to fuckin' spell, alright?" he cut her off with aggrivation in his tone.

"Then why don't you have the days right?" she asked him, not realizing how accusatory her question sounded until she said it.

Tommy inhaled deeply and then exhaled his breath in a long sigh. "It's because the words are blurry," he answered, his voice coming out in a low mumble.

"What's that?" she asked for him to repeat what he'd said.

"I can't tell what's what because the words on the fucking paper are blurry, ok?" he repeated himself, his words stressed and his agitation evident.

"Ok," she nodded, agreeing with him in a soft voice. She wanted to say that she was shocked by his admission, but honestly, she was expecting something like this to happen. He did just come back from his extended hospital stay, where he suffered a cracked skull and internal bleeding around his brain, among other injuries. The fact that he didn’t have many lingering effects or problems from it surprised her greatly.

Tommy sighed again and dropped the paper onto the desk before he ran his hands through his hair. He then dropped his face into his hands as his elbows rested on the desktop. "What am I supposed to do now, eh?" he finally questioned after a few moments of silence had passed. He then looked up at (Y/N) with an expression on his face that gripped at her heart. She'd only seen Tommy Shelby's desperation a handful of times, and a similar reaction was elicited from each.

"Well..." she trailed off as she sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, "I suppose we should take a trip to an optometrist," she suggested.

Tommy nodded silently as he took in what she had to say. It was pretty obvious to him that he needed to seek help with his vision problem. It was impeding on his ability, which in turn made him extremely frustrated. "Ok," he agreed with her, nodding once more, "I know someone who probably has a person he goes to. I can ask him who he'd recommend for me," he then laid out his plan for getting this problem fixed.

"Good. I suggest that you get it done as soon as possible," (Y/N) was happy to hear that he was willing to get some help with this issue.

"I will," he assured her, "but for now, can you help me with these logs so that I can get them finished for tonight?"

She agreed to his request within seconds. "Of course, Tom. I'd be happy to help," she answered with a smile before she managed to drag one of the empty chairs over to his desk so that she could sit and help him finish his work.

"I've got that appointment today," Tommy mentioned as he entered the sitting room (Y/N) was occupying.

"For your eyes?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Yes," he nodded, chuckling slightly at her obvious intrigue.

"Oh, that's great," (Y/N) said with a smile before an idea came to mind. "Say, can I come with you, Tommy?"

"For what?" he was confused. In his mind, a trip to a doctor's office seemed like a bore.

“Because I want to be there when you pick out your glasses,” a smile formed on her face as she spoke.

“And you’re so sure that I’ll need glasses?” Tommy shot back.

She sent him an ‘are you serious?’ look as an initial response to his question. “I think that was made pretty obvious the other day,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. Tommy shook his head as he tried to stop the smile from forming on his face. “Can I, Tommy...please?” she asked him again, putting on her best ‘puppy dog pout’.

“Fine,” he agreed to her ask after taking less than a minute to contemplate it. What bad could come out of his wife attending his appointment with him?

(Y/N) jumped off of the couch with a newfound excitement, and she quickly ran into the foyer to ask Mary to grab her coat and purse. Soon enough, she was ready to go, and Tommy had met her outside in the car that he brought around.

Tommy quickly realized that something bad could come from his wife attending his appointment.

“What about these frames, Mrs. Shelby?” the doctor asked as he came in with yet another option to look at. After about the fourth time, he stopped asking Tommy and decided to begin appeasing the woman in the room.

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she examined the thicker-framed glasses that held an oval-shaped lens in the middle. She then held them up to Tommy, who wordlessly tried them on without having to be asked to. She then tapped her chin as she stared at him for a few moments. “I don’t like these either. They’re too bulky,” she finally gave her opinion, her words simultaneously making Tommy sigh and the doctor nod profusely.

“That’s just what I was thinking...I couldn’t see such a stately man wearing lenses like these. I’ll go see what else I have in stock,” the doctor was quick to agree with the woman, and Tommy silently cursed him for egging her on. He then quickly hurried out of the room to get another pair. Soon enough, he was back with more options. This time he held two in his hands. “I brought both sizes of these. Let’s see what you think,” he said as he sat them down on the desk.

(Y/N) grabbed the first pair and looked them over. The frame was thin and gold and it once again held ovalic lenses. “Try these on,” she told Tommy before handing them over to him. Tommy nodded and went through the motions of placing the glasses on his face. Once again, (Y/N) pursed her lips as she took in his appearance. ��No...I think they make you look like Scrooge from that one Christmas book,” she gave her opinion on it, her words making Tommy sigh.

“I don’t care about what they look like on me, love, I just need to see,” he finally voiced his exasperation, effectively showing her that his patience was running thin.

“I’m the one who’s gotta look at you though, so I’d at least like to find something that suits you well,” she challenged his statement, her words making him exhale a sigh. He knew that this would be a losing battle for him, so he just kept his mouth shut. “Try these on,” she told him then, raising a pair that looked almost identical to the last up for him to look at. The only thing that had been changed was that the lenses were smaller and circular.

“How are they, Mrs. Shelby?” the doctor then asked after it’d been quiet for a few moments. He was eagerly awaiting her opinion on the frames.

“I like these,” she said, nodding her head slightly before she doubled down on her statement: “yes. These are the ones you should get, Tommy.”

“Finally,” Tommy let out a breath of relief at the fact that the trying-on portion of the appointment was over before he turned to the doctor, “I’ll take these.”

“Very good choice, Mr. Shelby. I’ll have those made in the proper specifications as soon as possible for you,” the doctor nodded his head, a pleased smile on his face. “You’re free to go now,” he then told the couple before he stood from his chair and shook both of their hands.

The rest of the day passed by without further talk of the glasses that Tommy would now be using. It wasn’t until he entered their bedroom for the night that (Y/N) decided to bring them up once more.

“Are you excited about your new glasses?” she asked him from behind her book as he got himself changed into what he’d be wearing to bed.

“What kind of question is that?” he responded with a question of his own, his words holding no malice or condescending tone, “of course I’m excited to be able to read properly again,” he blatantly stated, his vocal tone making (Y/N) giggle.

“No, I mean are you excited about how they look?” she specified her question once her giggles had subsided.

“I honestly don’t care what they look like, love,” he gave her his honest response as he got into his side of the bed, “I just needed to be able to see.”

(Y/N) frowned slightly at the absence of desire he had to talk about the topic. She leaned over and set her book down on the nightstand before looking back at him again. “I think you looked really good with the glasses on,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone as a grin formed on her lips. “I didn’t think that anyone would be able to make frames like that look attractive, but you certainly did.”

“Yeah?” he asked, certainly amused by her sudden statements.

“Oh yes,” she answered, then rolling onto her side so that she’d be closer to him. “You made all of those frames look attractive, but this pair....this pair is special.”

“Well I’m glad that you think that,” he grinned at her as his arm wrapped around her from underneath, making her move even closer to his chest.

“And just when I thought that you couldn’t get any more perfect...” she trailed off, placing her hand flat against his chest so that she could sit up slightly. Her grin widened as she leaned down so that her face was closer to his, “I can’t wait until you get them delivered so that I get to see them on your handsome face again,” she whispered against his lips before she closed the gap and kissed them.

Tommy only exuded a chuckle in between the kisses she was giving him. He had a quick-witted, cheeky comeback prepared to give her, but it got lost in the feeling of her lips dancing across the skin of his jawline. So he decided to let her keep going, already knowing that her affection towards him would be increasing tenfold the moment that he was wearing those glasses again.

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jaelvr · 2 months

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Glue song

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : yes

Prompts ; 70. “I don’t want anyone besides you.” + 109. “Wear a jacket, it's cold out."

Pairing : boyfriend! Jungwoo x idol! reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 600

Warnings : established relationship, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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I've never known someone like you

Tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue

Sighing gently, the party had gotten a bit too much. It had gotten a bit overwhelming - all the people crowding around, the blaring lights and loud music. As you navigated through the sea of people, your eyes landed on the familiar face, silently admiring him - Jungwoo. It wasn't hard to not appreciate him - who didn't love him. His inviting face, his warm personality and his angelic voice.

He was standing in the kitchen, laughing and joking as he caught up with some of his fellow members, having not seen them for a while due to the units having conflicting schedules. Unknown to you, his eyes followed you, a small grin on his face as he realised you were 'slyly' checking him out. He watched as you made your way out of the rented hall and into the quiet hallway, most likely to the balcony. After waiting a few minutes, he excused himself, following the trail he'd taken a mental note of. It wasn't a new thing for you to walk out every now and then for a few minutes at parties - it was too much occasionally and he'd often find you taking breathers outside for a few minutes.

As he pushed the door open and made his way to the balcony, he carefully pushed the door open, not wanting to startle you. You didn't hear him at first, giving him a chance to take in the view. The city looked peaceful, gently lit up while the stars shone in the sky. Your hair blowing gently in the wind, a peaceful look on your face. He approached you gently, taking his jacket off as he put it around your shoulders. "You should wear a jacket, it's cold out." he mumbled, gently wrapping his arms around you.

Don't forget to kiss me

Or else you'll have to miss me

You sent him a grateful grin, head resting on his shoulder as you leaned back into his embrace. "Thank you." you mumbled, as he hummed in response. "Too much again? Why didn't you ask me to come out with you?" he asked gently, his face only showing concern. It had almost become a routine for him to come sit with you, but you hadn't come and got him this time, making him worried. "Saw you talking to some of the guys, I didn't want to interrupt you." you explained, a soft pink hue on your cheeks. "You can still come get me then. You're more important." he assured, gently placing a kiss on the top of your head.

A comfortable silence set over, the two of you in an embrace as you took in the view, the sounds of the party in the distance. "I saw one of the girls looking at you." you started, a smirk immediately setting on his face as his hand brushed up and down your arm. "Yeah? Just like you did when you walked past me?" he murmured, in a teasing tone, his grin not disappearing as you looked up at him, slightly shy and embarrassed. "You...you saw that?" you groaned gently, burying your face in his chest and receiving a laugh. "I did and it was very cute, my love." he teased, kissing your forehead. "I don't want anyone besides you. I don't care about any other people staring." he reminded softly, gently pulling you into a gentle kiss.

I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue

oh, and you.

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Vhaelar

A "White Dragon" One-shot

MASTERLIST

How the bond between rider and dragon happened

Pairing: None. this is between Rhaenryra, Syrax, Daemon, Caraces, Reader and Vhaelar

Warnings: Underage girls sneaking around and traveling to another continent to find a dragon, children neglect, dragon rides, general mayhem, inaccurate bonding and ASOIAF places and stories.

Notes: It’s me again, rambling. Not Daemon trying to convince Viserys to pack theirs bags and go in a boys only vacation in Essos 😂😂😂

This happens quick and easy… a short story.

Year: 109 AC, Rhaenyra is 14, Reader is 12

“And why would I care about a dragon terrorizing another continent?” King Viserys was upset, mad, at his brother, that after failing at his attempt of making him master of coin, had taken a sabbatical year away in Essos, and just got back, talking about issues that should not concern the crown of Westeros.

“Is huge, brother”, he continued, “riderless, a chaotic beast, they say he is white, you can’t spot him until it’s too late, mixing amongst the clouds, he is burning cities to the ground”

“And what would you have me do? uh?” he said back, a mocking smile

“Brother Balerion is dead, let’s take to Pentos, where the beast is, bond him, claim him” he continued, “they say he is to be as large as Vermithor, late king Jahaerys’ dragon”, Viserys looked at his brother like he was analizing him, “It had been terrorizing the free cities for years, no scorpion can get him” he encouraged, but stopped when he saw his brother’s mocking grin

“My riding days are over Daemon”

“How do you expect to be a dragon King, with no dragon?” he said then, getting angry

“You want him so bad? go claim him yourself” he continued with a laugh, but Daemon growled in frustration

“I have Caraxes”

“And Essos has that beast, take him down if it means so much to you” Daemon stormed out of the room of the small council, frustrated with his brother. King Jhaerys was known to be a good and benevolent King, but rode one of the most ferocious dragon westeros had ever seen. Vermithor, the bronze beast. How did his brother expect to rule without a dragon? a dragonless Targaryen sat ill in Daemon’s mind.

What he didn't know at the moment, is that even though he was in the small council meeting chamber, two little princess were there as well, hearing the conversation from a place he himself used to use to spy

If his brother was not going to tame the animal, perhaps he could take care of him, Caraxes, trained in battle, could defeat it, the free cities, if ridden of the beast, will pay him handsomely for the service.

So at the break of dawn, with his dark dragon armor on, and with Dark Sister in its sheath, he walked the streets of King’s Landing towards the Dragonpit, where Craxes rested.

The journey to cross the narrow sea took him half of the day, they didn’t call it the narrow sea for nothing… He reached Pentos near noon. He couldn’t shake the feel that he was being followed, but he then thought it was idiotic, who could be following him on dragonback?

According to farmers at the outside of Pentos, that the “white demon” has taken the lake, the main supply of Pento’s water for itself

So that’s where he went.

You knew it was incredible dangerous borderline idiotic what you were doing, but Rhaenyra even encourage you to do it, and seeing her so willing to jump to her Dragon’s back and flying far to Pentos, made you think you could pull it off as well, and also… Your dear uncle Daemon was going to be there too, he didn’t know it, but you guessed that if you needed something he could help you.

A dragon in the wild was a strange occurrence, so you, a believer of fate and tales and premonitions, you knew it had to mean something… it couldn’t de a coincidence

Daemon watched the dragon drinking water from a large lake. His scales, as described, were white that shone with the sunlight making them seem silvery. It was a horned creature, both main coronating her head, with small ones that started behind her eyes and towards her head. They were gray and black. but her long tail… the color of the inside of her wings and the top of her tail seemed like an icy blue. She had teeth as large as swords, he knew because she yawned. And golden eyes that seemed to dazzle their enemy, or their prey

It was a beautiful creature

Wild, untamed, its instincts, he guessed, were those of a hunter. It was whole, no signs of scratches, or bites, the horns on its head seemed complete, as its teeth. So it indeed terrorized the cities undefeated, no one ever to oppose it, no other dragon, nor other animal large enough for it. its size revealed to Daemon that it had lived for at least 50 years, but living alone in the wild had let it grow to a massive size.

Unbeknown to him, you were also watching the creature, a dune over. Landing with Syrax close to Craxes and not be spotted was a feat you didn’t even know how you accomplished

So Daemon’s plan to take the creature by surprise went to dragonshit, when Caraxes indeed spotted Syrax, its sharp growl, like that of a dolphin, called the attention of the massive dragon.

She raised her head, with her height she easily spotted the red wyrm, and recognizing him as a dragon, and an enemy, she growled in response. Both the golden and red dragon, facing the enormous creature.

The three dragons roared as one, and the unnamed dragon prepared to spit fire, gathering it in its mouth.

Daemon jumped from his hiding place, sliding down the sand dune towards the dragon, his hand in the air. The beast that was going to be known as Vhaelar looked down at him, stopping the fire to leave her snout.

“You are not like Vhagar are you?” the dragon growled, showing him his sharp teeth in warning, growling. “You are savage, chaotic, and still young”

The dragon didn’t like it, again preparing to burn the girl’s uncle to a crisp.

That’s when you decided you could let the dragon burn your uncle, not in your account. So you screamed, as your uncle you jumped from behind the remains of an old tree, and slid down the sand where she was. It’s menacing head turned towards you, showing you her teeth with a warning, seeing you and forgetting completely about Daemon. who, when he saw you and Rhaenyra still hiding behind the tree, didn’t say anything that made the situation worse. If anything, when he saw you, he smiled.

His brother was not going to tame the third largest dragon known… but you were going to.

You always wanted a dragon, you had tried and tried to make the egg they placed on your crib hatch, but it never happened, no matter how many fires you had put it under, or how many times Rhaenyra had made syrax breathe fire over it. It just didn't hatch, the egg that was black and blue layed on a beautiful golden stand in your chambers. As you tried and tried to bond with another dragon, you never could…. And now you understand why.

She belonged to you, you knew it, and she seemed to think so as well, since she looked down at you with her golden eyes and didn’t burn you as soon as she saw you. It was a sign…

But she roared at you loudly. The very sound shaking you to your core the breath from her mouth made you think you were truly going to die. You put your hand in front of you to protect you from it, but you knew you had to stand your ground, if not, you were going to lose

“Kelitis” you screamed, and the dragon, to your surprise, helted his movements, looking at you, its mouth opened, showing you her teeth in revelion. you heard Syrax and craxes growling, which distracted the dragon in front of you, making her growl loudly.

Seeing this, Daemon ran towards Caraxes to calm him down, if he screwed this up, you would be burned to death, you! his lovely and sweet niece would be lost to him. He commanded his dragon to calm, and the red wyrm lowered his head so he could touch it and calm him. He growled quietly, but calmed when the white dragon turned his attention to you and removed it from him.

Rhaenyra, following his uncle, did the same to Syrax, making her lower her head so she could caress it, calming her bonded mount.

When you had the attention of the dragon again, you tried the next command.

“Lykiri”, you said then, and the dragon shook its head, not wanting to obey you, but then she lowered her head until it rested in the sand. Right in front of you. It did growl in protest, but she didn’t move

He, or she, she, she was totally a she, you knew it, looked at you with her golden eyes, that, after blinking for a couple of seconds, opened again and looked at you in a less terrifying way. they seemed bigger, her pupil, when she looked at you again, enlarged, showing her fondness of you.. for now.

You walked slowly towards her, until a few feet separated you from the dragon. You stretched your arm in front of you, your palm open towards her, but didn’t touch her, instead you gave her another command

“Mazis” you tried, and she leaned in and she touched you, the scales of the front of his nose feeling so soft under your touch. So, making eye contact with her… you muttered the words, if she reacted poorly, she could burn you to a crisp, but if it didn’t…

“Dohaeras, Vhaelar”, you named her, you gave her the name you always dreamed to give your own dragon, it was time. She accommodated her wings on the ground and she lifted her head, showing you her chest as she looked into the skies. She roared, so loud it made the sand beneath you shake, the hills seemed to fly with the sound of her submission. And then, she released a fire column into the air, that you were certain could be seen for hundeath of miles in each direction.

Vhaelar looked down at you, lowering her head until she could be at your reach again.

She didn't have a mount, so you really didn’t know how you were planning to ride her, but she turned her head until she could see her own back. To complete the bond, you knew you had to fly on her back… so you did.

She lowered her right wing so you could climb more easily, and you did, her numerous scales, thick in her back, let you have a good grip on her. And she seemed to be made for you, as there was a palace on her back for its rider, no horns, no skewers, and there is where you sat. You grabbed onto her, and at the very same time you commanded her to fly, she opened her wings and raised her body from the ground.

“SOVES! AAAHHHHH!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, but you giggled when you felt vertigo inside your belly, the dragon flying.

This was different from flying with Nyra on Syrax as a copilot… this… was like you were flying yourself…

Vhaelar growled and spitted fire before you, and you watched as you left both dragons Syrax and Caraxes behind, getting smaller and smaller on the ground below you.

“Wooohooo!” you celebrated, as you felt the bond clicking in place, feeling like being as one with Vhaelar, feeling her movements as your own.

It was a magical feeling, especially when Caraxes flew above you and Syrax reached your side, Rhaenrya at your side looking at you with a huge smile on her face.

Yes, the punishment your father inflicted on the three of you was completely worth it. you were confined at the Red Keep for a fortnight under the heavy instruction of the Septas before you could see your dragon again, but it had been completely worth it, now seeing the former “white demon” fly over the cliffs near Kingslanding.

Notes: Yes Vhaelar is the one mentioned in "White Shadow" 😂😂 Poor thing terrorized Slaver's Bay for a solid 6 extra years

Some Valyrian dragon lingo according to the internet...

Kelitis: stop

Lykiri: calm

Mazis: come

Dohaeras: Serve

Soves: fly

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faithfully-yours · 4 months

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The Moon Will Sing

Fandom : Just Roll With It Riptide

Ship : none

Summary : Gillion was only ever a mirror, something to reflect some elses greatness

Warnings : Implied abuse, basically Gill's childhood, episode 109 spoilers

Notes : The Crane Wives has me in a god damn choke hold

Age 9

"Tell me once again, please."

My small begging voice seemed to claw through the elder's wall, not far enough through though.

"The prophecy chose you, that is why you're here."

"But I could have been anyone, *anyone* else, and I could've gotten out."

"There is nothing to get out of, it's a privilege."

"But, before you made the choice for me-"

The elder crouches down to get on eye level with Me.

"Look, this is your destiny, Gillion. Accept it."

He took my hand and started pulling me foward. My feet knew the path to where we were headed. The training grounds.

Again. Of course.

I remember when I was first brought here. We had walked in the dark.

I have no idea why, but in the dark they brought me to the grounds, and then it started.

I never gave a single thought to where it might lead, the first time.

That was before they told me.

Before.

Age 14

"All those empty rooms, it has to get lonely."

Edyn says, with a smile.

They're letting her visit now, which is nice.

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else, but no.

We had to stay in my room, Edyn said it was safer.

So I made a bed with apathy and there we sat, talking.

"My heart knew the weight of loneliness before I was stuck here Edyn." I say, leaning against her.

She shakes her head. "Ten years worth of dust and neglect. You can't just get rid of those memories Gill."

"I never said I could." She seems to put words in my mouth a lot. I love her though. If I couldn't see my sister, I don't know if I could survive this place.

Neither of us see eachother much anymore, and on the rare occasions we do we both seem tired.

But we made our peace with weariness and let it be.

Age 18

Another speech. After every mistake I get one. A speech.

this time though, I interrupt the particular elder.

"But, you said the moon will sing a song for me and-"

"Grow up. The moon rewards those who work."

His harsh hand grips my wrist as he yanks me along. "Us elders worked so hard for you, to make you a worthy chosen one. But you don't show us love, nor respect."

He opens a door and throws me harshly into a dark room.

I let out a groan as I hit the wall. "I loved you like the sun, and you do truly burn everything you touch. Bore the shadows you made."

He lets out a scoff. "Be thankful."

"I can't do anything. With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me."

He turns on his heel and shuts the door, and locking it from the outside.

Trapping me in shadow.

"I shine only with the light you gave me."

I mutter, making myself comfortable. I won't get out within the next three days. I don't usually anyway.

Age 21

"Name your courage now!"

Feel the sharp tip of metal at my neck.

"You almost killed a navy officer."

The elder lets out a harsh laugh. "We have war. We could have had anything, anything else, but instead we have war."

I shrug. "I don't-"

"You don't what? We should have you killed Gillion."

"But instead you hoarded all that's left of me. My sister, my freedom."

My voice sounds small and rough. I really don't like it. I don't like most things about my things now though.

Hey won't do it. Kill me that is, they won't kill me. Right.

What am I kidding.

"look at you. Swallowin' your doubt. Don't worry, we won't kill you. It's almost like you want us to banish you."

Like swords in the pit of my belly, the words claw at my insides. Bringing out the fact that, maybe the words are true.

"I wanna feel the fire that you kept from me. You don't own me."

He lowers the sword. "Leave. Get out of the undersea now. We do not want you."

"What?"

I stand up so quickly that my chair gets hit across the room.

"Leave."

I can't tell if he's serious. They've done this before. Almost in a taunting way. But he's serious this time,

I feel someone grabbing my arms and pulling me back.

I shake the guards off, turn around, and run.

I run. I swim out of the castle.

Age 22

Chip was my friend. I think.

He is my friend. I don't know why I say was, he's not dead.

He's undead.

That's still settling in. He leans on my shoulder, tracing his cold fingers up and down my bicep.

"I don't know how to feel you know."

He says.

"What do you mean?"

"Gill, you've killed undead, I've killed undead. It feels-"

"We've killed living too. I have anyway."

He sighs, looking up at the night sky. We sit on the deck of our ship, because Jay wanted to sleep and it's my night on watch. Also quite frankly Chip doesn't really need sleep anymore.

"What happened to you? In the under sea." He asks in a whisper.

I usually manage to avoid the subject.

"I don't see why that matters."

He lets out a scoff. "I do, I hear you in your sleep you know. You toss and turn, you talk."

"I do?"

"Yes. Sometimes it's about the moon, which makes sense after the fae wilds I guess."

I wrap my arm around his waist as he lets out a sigh. "Are the words, coherent at all?"

I've heard off people from the oversea sleep talking, but it's usually just random mumbles.

Chip nods. "Yeah, usually it's 'The moon will sing a song for me,' and stuff."

I let out a small shuddering breath. "Oh."

"Is that, weird?"

I shake my head. "It's just, something the elders used to tell me. When I was being groomed for being the chosen one. It was a saying, something to say that the moon would make prayers sent to her help you instead."

"What about the whole, I loved you like the sun stuff? It's only sometimes that I've heard that but."

"It was-" I shake my head. "When I was kid, there was this one time, it doesn't matter. Must have just been a flashback or something."

He nods with a small hum of acknowledgement.

"What happened?"

"An elder got mad at me, I was thrown in a dungeon. Said something along the lines of," I shake my head again, "I don't even remember. Um, Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own-"

"I shine only with the light you gave me." Jays voice comes from the stairs as she comes to the top deck. "You really do need to work on your sleep talking, you do realize we all sleep in the same room."

"I can't control it." I say, pushing my self up so I'm sitting straight, unintentionally pushing Chip off of my shoulder in the process.

She shrugs, leaning on the railing of the ship.

"What does that mean?" She asks, looking at us. "I shine only with the light you gave me?"

Chip answers before I can. "It's the sun and moon thing, the moon only shines because the sun reflects light off of it. It's like saying you only mean anything while the other is there with you."

Huh, he described that perfectly.

Jay let's out a small scoff, "When did you become so wise Chip?"

"When my heart got pulled out." He answers in a humorless voice. Jay's face goes pale and Chip bursts out laughing. "You're good, I'm joking."

You know I've never felt like that here.

I've never felt like a weapon or other.

Here I'm just me.

Welp episode 114 is gonna hit him like a brick.

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Walk Into My Life | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Gaz

49 “I never thought I could love someone so much, and then you just walk in like it’s nothing”

109. Praise kink ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Gaz absolutely adore each other, maybe even a little too much.

: ̗̀➛ free use, waking up with sex, praise kink, anal fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, swearing

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Gaz stretched as he allowed the duvet to pool around his waist, wondering why he was so cold for a moment before he smiled and stifled a laugh; last night had been a lot of fun, he could never deny that.

But it was the same every time he came home; he would dump his things at his mother's house, and then head over to see you straight away. The only reason why he hadn't moved in with you yet, despite three years together, was because he didn’t think it was fair to you given what he did for a living... but, fuck, he did love coming back to you.

Feeling your lips over his body, your hands roaming over scars of new and old alike. Swallowing the air that left you eagerly between kisses and stealing the moans from the back of your throat as he held you on his lap and fucked you.

Nowhere was safe. Your bedroom, your sofa, your kitchen table and counters, the shower, the bath, even the garden. He had fucked you everywhere.

He loved it, he loved you, and when his gaze fell to you sleeping next to him, he smiled, leaning over and gently kissing your temple. You grumbled, fidgeting slightly to expose the grey shoelace tied around your left wrist; you must have put it on before going to sleep, and Gaz grinned, knowing what it meant.

It had been an agreement between the two of you for a year; if you wore a grey shoelace around your left wrist, he could do as he pleased with you, and if he wore a red bandanna around his neck, you could do the same.

Satisfying one another throughout the day until it was time for him to leave again.

Gently, he ran his hand down your body, letting his ring and middle fingers slip into your ass.

He let out a shaky breath at how tight you were, slowly pumping his fingers in and out as you shifted to get closer, rolling your hips and moaning softly; he was gentle and slow, not daring to stretch you until you opened your eyes and grinned, licking your lips.

"Fuck," you breathed out. "What a way to wake up..."

Gaz paused, ready to pull out as he hummed. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you whispered, pushing back against his fingers. "Can I touch?"

"Always," he huffed, groaning softly when you wrapped your hand around his cock and slowly, gently stroked it. He tilted his head back slightly. "Fuck, that's good."

You smiled, moving to straddle his thigh as he continued to finger your tight, warm ass whilst you picked up your pace; the slick sound of his cock in your hand as he bucked his hips against you, grinning as he looked at you with those big brown eyes.

"You're so fucking good," Gaz praised gently. "Fuck. You're perfect. Amazing."

You smiled, the praise only spurring you on. "You're so fucking great, Kyle. Fuck. You're so great!"

Gaz smiled, leaning up and capturing your lips for a moment; but you pulled away, letting go of his cock and moving to kneel at his side.

His fingers still buried in your ass and slowly fingering it as you licked a stripe up his cock from the base to the head; he threw his head back, grunting softly. But he soon howled your name when you wrapped your lips around his cock and slowly took him into your warm, wet mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Gaz moaned, bucking his hips against your mouth as he pressed the back of his head against the pillows. "Fuck! Keep going! Shit! You're so fucking good!"

You put one hand on his sack, your deft fingers working his balls as you used your other hand to aid with your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down; gulping and gagging sounds leaving you as you went as fast as you could, the salty taste of his precum taking over your mouth and making you moan softly.

The vibrations sending shivers down his spine as he resisted the urge to fuck your throat. His cut head hit the back of your throat, making you slurped and gagged, pulling away with a long spit trail as you grinned.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," you whispered.

Gaz nodded eagerly, pulling you in for a quick kiss. "I love you. You're doing so well."

You licked your lips, running your tongue along his slit before going back down; working his cock with your mouth and your hand in tandem, eager as he continued to praise you. Everything between soft and gentle, sweet praises, all the way through to quiet and breathy moans of encouragement.

His praises only spurred you on as he picked up the pace of his fingers; practically fucking your ass with the two thick digits before he added a third. Your moan sending shivers down his spine as he bucked his hips in time with your mouth and hand.

His legs started to shake, thighs quaking as he tried his best not to squeeze them together; his hips bucking wildly as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, feeling them roll into the back of his head as he froze and whimpered softly.

Feeling you slurp and lick his cock clean, swallowing every single droplet of his cum before you pulled away, giving it a few kitten licks before humming softly and capturing his lips in a kiss.

"You are fucking magnificent," Gaz almost slurred, breathless as he grinned.

You laughed softly, peppering his face in kisses. "Think you can fuck me?"

He nodded, pulling his fingers from your ass and patting his thighs. "Give me five minutes."

"Always," you whispered, kissing him softly again. "Fuck, you taste so good, Kyle."

He smiled lazily, licking his lips and noticing the tingle of his own taste on the tip of his tongue. "I adore you."

"I know," you murmured. "I never thought I could love someone so much, and then you just walk in like it’s nothing... and every day since, I've adored you for it."

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Ch 109: Random thoughts (part 2)

Part 1 ...

Continuing with the court, the last case is...

Yugi Tsukasa.

The amount of cuteness! What a harmless kitty! Does he look like a criminal to you? He is so innocent! He is no criminal! Such innocent face hadn't and won't ever comment one single wrong thing in his life! ♪

...........

Look at him. Little mew mew. That's what I call the guy who is really truthful and says whatever he has in mind. A guy with no secrets as he puts it. ☆ you're keeping some huge facts to yourself still, am I wrong? Should we 'question' them to get an answer?

The 2's reaction though... it's so funny.

Wow. So now it's not only Tsukasa who made some kind of Akane expression but Hanako too.

Tsukasa's words about his assistant...

I wonder if Nene caught any meaning behind it? Her wish stands in sharp contrast with sakura's wish? For sakura's wish to come true, her own wish of living is no more? For her wish of staying alive, sakura's wish is no more?

Would she recall a thing of this sort?

And question her fast made 'wrong' conclusion of their 'talk'.

I will have hope she would. She won't forget it like she forgot Tsukasa is a yorishiro and didn't recall it or thought of the fact one day it will be his turn when he took her to destroy No.1's OR that moment Tsukasa said he needs the yorishiro destroyed for sakura's wish to come true. at least think of your own life span 'wish' Nene.

It feels kind of funny when I see something like 'Tsukasa goes all the way when he works on granting a wish'. That's true but... it's not like what he is doing there is only for her sake. He said a part of the truth but didn't voice it all. That's the catch. He has his 'own' motive out of doing what he has been doing so far.

Speaking a bit further into it, neither Hanako (now or ch 96) nor the keepers (Teru being a Minamoto for that matter, who knows lots of secrets behind the school) paid real attention to sakura being mentioned, unlike No. 6. I wonder if that means she is directly involved with appointing 'him' as a mystery only? Or if she has some kind of past interaction with him or him case in a way since she is aware of his story with Sumire and was the one in charge from behind the scenes of the No.6 yorishiro situation.

It feels the other mysteries don't hold any ties with her ruling over them or whatever or even know her? And having Tsukasa mentioning her, he must have known better than to do that if it will attract unnecessary attention for a one in her 'position'. Hmm....

This thing... uhhh... this boy... this boy... this boy... he gives me lots of work. ♡ 3-2-1... let's go...

Lovely

curious

little

kitty. ♡

Is he sitting on books btw? That's funny.

Have to say... Tsukasa's deal with the clock had me laughing a lot... it feels like he hates it... or even... it feels more like despise really. He wants the clock to be blown to smithereens. Wooh! Maybe since it gave both him and especially Amane a hard time.

Come to think of it, we can make the picture a bit wider...

We can start with a yorishiro destruction, leading to a brilliant boundary 'falling apart' wonder if he is curious to see what will happen once he is destroyed with Hanako's boundary

Moving to a destruction of a clock...

So while Amane was trying to fix the clock he was thinking: how would it look when it's destroyed into tiny pieces? Showing that almighty face? ♡ ........

Now I have to say some nice writing decision it was to have Tsu going to see the ruins of the clock. ♪

Look who's pleased with the outcome. Happy for you my dear. You got to see a thing you've been waiting to see for so long. And, got rid of a thing you despise. ~ Enjoy your victory. ☆ Hmm, is it safe to assume he went for kaku first to git rid of his ability of turning back time? He doesnt want things to be undone. Meaning, he wants things just the way they are now with the clock (or kaku's power of turning back time is annoying in general). I wonder what would come of the students and the people around the school then

Following that line of thought, I can understand Tsukasa in this issue but...

The thing I wonder about now with Tsu-clock relationship, is apparently his want to have Nene using it to time travel. Why did he tell her about the usage of the clock when he wanted it destoryed even since back then? What did he want to accomplish in there? Nothing was shown to be done on that regard. And... I think he really might not actually care much to use the clock to have Nene time travel, he has the nowhere space under his command and already used it to make Nene do so. So... the clock is not really needed! Expanding the image a little bit... the 'clock' keepers...

Perhaps he has a thing against them themselves. I wonder what they may have done to get him to feel that way...

???????

Seriously, Amane's whole deal with the clock (and maybe 'deal' with the keepers themselves?) is ....... I still can't get rid of what Tsu said to Nene about the future and past blending together in that festival. So... what if Amane got to actually 'do' something, resulting in what Tsukasa talked about, yet the keepers 'kaku' turned back time anyway and made whatever he did go to waste? Or maybe something across these lines... something serious happened back in time, right?

Hmm......

Then a school...

And,

The world itself.

What a force he is. ♡

It makes sense. He despises this unfair word and sees it not needed, so whatever factor to keep it up and support it is equally unworthy, unneeded.

A world that holds people back from doing what they want and to be who they are with its unfair rules is better off broken. Especially, when it's a matter of a person who means the world itself to him.

"It's said the annihilation of a civilization is as brilliant as fireworks"

In this case a world let's say. Hmm, who loves fireworks? I hope he'll be getting the fireworks he must be waiting to see. ~ if we were to assume the world will get 'destroyed' in the literal meaning creating such a 'view'.

Speaking of Tsukasa's wants to do/see things... this arc has some nice stuff included...

He fantasized about creating an artificial human ever since he was a child and got to see it as 12 y.o Tsu even before creating it, and granted created him in the future as yorishiro Tsukasa. Same goes for the clock, 12 y.o was interested to see it destroyed and granted got that as yorishiro Tsu. I wonder if back in the time he was still 12 y.o Tsukasa he also got to see/know the clock will be broken in the future some way or another like he came to see Mit 2.0 (let's take the glimpses of the future he told Nene about as a possibility). Maybe it was yorishiro Tsukasa instead who knew the clock will be destroyed in the near future...? This boy has some further knowledge into things so I like to keep that in mind. ☆

I do wonder if he has any other things he looks forward to in mind. Amaze me, Tsu. ~

Ahem, back to the 'court'...

So, the keepers made the judgment of having Tsukasa to be 'guilty'. For real? Only Tsukasa is guilty? What a funny court, what an idiotic court. Why aren't they so smart? Seriously, I was hoping to see the keepers much smarter than this! Like, just simply, the 4 guys in there, NONE of them actually made the action of breaking the clock, yet... the guy who did it is... apparently not guilty, nor the one who led Tsukasa and the guy to do it in the first place. What a joke of a court. So, the table turning on them at the end is a well-deserved result. Kinda funny, it felt as if the whole 'order in court' and the court itself... was never 'ruled' by them at all but actually 'him'. He left things go by assumingly as they want but he was just waiting for the moment to turn the table upside down. How sly of him. He is truly something, huh? No wonder he was having fun at the start of the chapter. What a force he is.~

Their suggestions feel to represent some stuff, actually... Akane.. 'feeding'. Just imagining how powerful these owls would get out of it. XD

Kaku... well...

WOW, Tsukasa! Do you plan to put Kaku to use somehow? lol wonder if kaku regretted his last words like no. 3

Cool to see this thing referenced once more in a way. I'm so weak to this sly smirk Tsuuu!!! The confident gaze!!! Uhh!!!

Wonder how was Amane feeling in there. I mean, sheesh. I wonder if he himself wanted to go wild on the keepers. Seriously? You don't know who you're saying you want to feed to the owls or turn into a gear or turn to dust. That's his moon and yorishiro mind you. How dare you say such things and intend to harm his precious prize possession.

My, cool Tsu is something to get me... she came to him by herself. Now, I think that's what I call one great mastermind, 'ruler' and the master of his 'games'. He played with them all and made them his puppets, that's so funny. He targeted their clock, yorishiro, then them from the start. ♪ He already had things figured out, everything was held in the balm of his hand. ☆

I mean, I have to say I've been wondering how will he take things after ch 108, but here we are.

Depending on Tsukasa's words after taking Kaku down, I have to say he proved his nimbleness, and being one intelligent strategist. ☆

It sees he had 'targeting the keepers' in mind for some time, and was waiting to take action, and little Mirai gave him the opening he needed. ☆

I wonder when that came to his mind, after singing with Nene, he wanted to go back to searching and was annoyed with Mirai's tickings. He got captured, then assumingly had to get 'free' with Nene's help and later Hanako's. Here I will stop, was he acting all along to be 'weak' by any chance?

Let's see... Mirai's 'seal' doesn't hold anything on him, it's either it doesn't affect him at all or it did, yet he can break free whenever he wants but 'decided' to look weak. So, he was acting or pretending to be vulnerable. Was he testing if Amane would come to save him by any chance? Was he going to actually save himself and Nene if that didn't happen? He let Hanako get captured just like that so his plan will succeed wizard Tsu vibes I'm telling you, what a mischievous lil bro. hehe oh... if he let Hanako get captured too so it would look like a small game of you didn't free me so I didn't help you. we're alike in the situation! pffft. what a fun soul

He can use Kokujoudai, and can master his OP strength. What a lie you told Nene Tsu. It can still be the truth, at that moment he was under the effect of the seal for real, but in the court he simply broke free. Anyway, some slyness lies in there. Even Nene is not supposed to know he is not actually 'weak'. How careful. He doesn't show anything to you, unpredictable. Always this way with his plans. The inside of his head. ~~~~ So Tsukasa, huh? ♡ ~

Now I know why. You amazing boy, you only give up limited access into what's inside of your head. No one gets you better than yourself. Me and myself.~~~

Cause you're not smart enough to catch up with his level of smartness. Try harder to understand him and how his mind works you self-proclaimed I read minds girl. ~ I will have to give him an extra point if what she said has a sense of truth and even with such powers, she can't read into him. Admirable. ☆

In the meanwhile, I'm siding with this guy! ♪

Let's keep working hard into getting to know him better! ☆

Going back to the chapter... I'm laughing Hanako really didn't need to set Tsukasa free. He can take care of it himself. Even without his sly move of making little Mirai move the time of his handcuffs forward. He will get what he wants, whenever he wants, however he wants. ♪

Hmm, he is admirable. Fascinating. Who doesn't love a mind like his, or a smile like his? Or even some strong gaze like his? We have a guy so capable and full of himself right there. Love his fast way of acting and dazzling confidence! Easy on me, Tsu! ♡ ♡ ♡ speaking of his physical speed again, I will have to remind myself he still had that thing around his ankle. and that by itself is...

Uhh, fangs... his sweet sweet fangs... sly smirk... boy!!! ♡ goodness, past + present Tsu will seriously have me spinning around myself. Hey! Don't look like you're working together to me! I can't survive one, how about 2?!

Thinking that Yako is a foxie... between her and Tsu... who is the real fox? ♪ it's funny thinking the fox took her down first, now.

Please… mercy on me… Tsukasa's sly laid back, carefree and relaxed capable confident persona!! Yes, we have such a calm and relaxed guy yet he is a force! ♡ ♡ ♡

The king on his throne! Carefully putting his masterplan puzzle pieces in place. Glorious. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Tap. Tap. Play with my heart. ♡

Straight forward, right to the goal at full force. ~

Where is my heart? I don't feel it anymore? It's in your hand you captivating enchanting guy? Okay! ♡ listening to Cascade's song dangerous while writing this. it randomly played and wow, have to say some parts of it are fitting for such glory. Give me a break, Tsu-force! Or don't! Uh, I can't decide because of you! ♡ ♡ ♡

Funny, Tsu showed me all the animals I associate him with in one chapter. first a cat, then a fox and later a powerful unmerciful tiger never to be underestimated or messed with. Wow. ☆

Hmm, he still kept his words of 'gentle with girls' huh? Even though she wasn't 'gentle' with him now or even back then, he didn't harm her really. Just had koku hold her. Wonder if that will keep up once he turns his focus to look for the yorishiro in her.

As for Kako, I dooo wonder if he previously intended to start with him, moving time back will be annoying. And, just maybe... a payment for embarrassing and making jokes of big bro earlier? Or again... is there a chance Tsukasa despised not only the clock but the keepers on a personal level in the past (and now)? Hmm...

Hanako's shout to Tsu to stop, I wonder if it was out of his fear for Tsu's well-being and safety or actually the other way around, he somehow saw what happened with No.3 coming and shouted at him to stop. He knows how powerful Tsu is, right? Looking at it either way is cool, one he sees Tsu powerful, the other he is concerned about the safety of his precious Tsu. ♪

Tsu being 'impossible to control'... I find that chaaaarming about him! He is free-willed! A force moving his own way, thinks his own way, sees things his own way, follows his own beliefs and works things out his way. Truely Fascinating. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

However, I will have to say I used to believe if there is a person Tsukasa will listen to, it will be Amane. that's how the story made me think, chapter 108 too, and the magic AU kinda. 'wonder what's the inside of a ghost is like/wizard' Tsu -I saw him a lot in Tsu this chapter!- was a force no one stood a chance against until Amane called him and he acted like a good little boy I had it in me Amane can tame him… but… it seems it's to a certain degree, too. When Tsukasa wants a thing for real, he won't back down even if Amane told him to stop? Hmm… I find that charming, too. And it's still cute when he listens to Amane… uh… both ways are nice! ♡ ♡ ♡

You're WOW! ♡ What a lovely curious mind you have. ~

So, was the ticking Tsu heard coming out of little Mirai's clock only or also her 'inside' as well? Kako seems to have these 'tick tock', and back in their first arc, wherever Mirai goes there is also ticking. Do they also 'tick tock' with their clocks? Never expected the keepers to be this kind of creatures. Hmm... wonder if they work like robots and can get fixed? I see Tsu might have interest in there? Some experiments? They feel similar to artificial humans in a way? But maybe he won't be too interested?

The ending!

I wonder if Tsukasa is referring here to Akane or little Mirai? Akane was naturally standing near Tsu and it seems he is looking at Tsu but Tsu is looking ahead of him (not at Akane who is beside him), perhaps at captured Mirai? Hmm...

It's worth mentioning it looks like he went for the first clock keeper in charge aka kaku, then following this pattern, he'll go for the second keeper aka: Mirai. Then the third aka Akane.

I see she has a potential of having the yorishiro within her.

So, I wonder together with Tsu what's the inside of Mirai is like!

As for Akane... will he try stopping time? Instead of holding his clock he is holding the little hammer? Won't work on him, Akane. You saw that. Unless little hammer has other uses beside that seal or attacking? Does he intend to free Teru? He is the one who sealed him. I wonder if he can free Hanako too, since he wasn't the one to seal him, but rather Mirai.

Teru... to think a meeting between him and Tsukasa was so waited by the fandom... what was his reaction to seeing Tsukasa just going that way before his eyes? His definition of 'Evil spirit' shins in there. Mr. Teru??? How are things going by you? I think he may seem far more dangerous to you than Hanako you're chasing? Now, if Teru knew Tsu is Hanako's yorishrio... I assume that won't be good news for hanako, for many reasons...

I wonder if AidaIro intend to have something go on between the 2? Now or on later stages. They never paid much attention to each other this chapter, beside the time Tsukasa commented on Teru.

I do wonder how the next chapter will 'play' out, will they have a some kind of fight with Tsu? Hmm... maybe things will take a whole different turn for Akane and the rest, maybe Tsukasa as well. Anything can happen. ..........

Just having the possibility of 'the yorishiro might also not be within any of the 3' is funny. You might need to come up with a second back up plan Tsu. Will that be the case?

If things came to an end with the past and future keepers gone... and the yorishiro got destroyed... I wonder what would come of Akane's 'contract' with them. Will he be free? Return to be a normal human with no supernatural abilities? Will he feel happy to finally be free? I mean he showed he was tricked into working for No.1 and was furious about the fact. I wonder how he'll react, especially when things might come to his promise of healing Aoi's hand, as a normal person he really can do nothing I think? Hmm... his feelings might be contradictory somehow... ..........

My mind even decided to have the thought of 'what if we can repair the keepers'. Thinking about Mit 2.0, he can regenerate by eating weak supernatural representing the way he is made. The keepers seem to be like 'robots'? If their pieces were to be replaced or put back efficiently together somehow, would that bring them back in shape? or even, what if kaku was smart and careful enough to previously put a replacement in his place? I need to see the keepers being a threat. I want to see how much of a force they are. While I do want to see Tsukasa having his victory, it will be fun to see him overcomig a few hurdles.

Hmm... anyway! The conclusion we got out of the chapter simply is...!

At the end, the court was his to rule and master. ~~~

Hmm, well... after all he is the guy named...

Tsukasa.

What a lovely name fitting for him. A perfect match for a perfect guy. He makes me so proud of him. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

I think we've reached the end of our talk about the chapaer on this note. Tsukasa, please! ♡

Thank you my dear! ♡ ♡ ♡

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Adding this fun continuation as part 3 real quick!

Shhh, let's leave him to his card house building process! Think your plans calmly, Tsu! Good luck! See you later. ♡

Ok, here we officially reach the end of the messy chapter review. Too many thoughts to list...

Thanks for reading! Until next chapter!

#ch 109 #jshk #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shonen kanako kun

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twice-inamillion · 1 year

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Dahyun’s Secret/ Time with the kids

Fluff

109-112

Chapter 109:

After your talk, Jihyo mentions that she is hungry. Dahyun says, "You know what, unnie, oppa got me chocolate pancake and a shake early in the morning, and they were the best." Jihyo looks at you and gives you a deep stare. You know that stare and it's not a good one. That stare means that she is going to demand something from you. "Aww, that's so nice of you; maybe you could make all of us breakfast, too," said Jihyo. You reply, "I would be happy to cook for all of you, sweetie." You all go to the kitchen and watch you as you cook them breakfast. The smell of the food attracted the sleeping members that were sleeping in the living room. Momo was the first one up and said, "I want some, too, with a lot of meat, please." Eventually, you ended up cooking for all the members. The only good side about it is that when Jihyo and Mina were done, they brought out Jisoo, Hina, and Ari. You gave them a morning kiss and said good morning to them. After breakfast, Dahyun said, "I have some news for you all." All the girls paid attention since Dahyun rarely asked for attention from all the members.

Chapter 110: As Dahyun began to talk, you placed Ari and Hina between yourself and the members. You were there for support, but feel like the members aren't too happy with me. I'll listen to Dahyun carefully. Jihyo says, "Everyone, keep it down, Dahyun has something to say." Before she says anything, you put Hina and Ari between yourself, just in case. Dahyun stands in front of the other members and says, "I'm not sure if anyone has noticed but I've been somewhat distant for a while and good reason. In these next few months, I'll be going through some changes, and I would like some support." Dahyun is kind of vague, and there are so members that don't understand what she is trying to say. Chaeyoung says "What do you mean unnie?" Tzuyu understood exactly what she said as she noticed that Dahyun had had her hand on her belly a lot recently. She says, "Dahyun unnie are you telling us that you are pregnant?" Everyone is in shock by what Tzuyu said. Nayeon asks, "Dahyun is that true?" Dahyun nods and says, "Yes, I'm pregnant with Oppa's child." At that moment, everyone turns their heads toward you.

Chapter 111: Everyone turns around to look at you after Dahyun said in that she is expecting your child. Your reaction is to have your head looking down out of instinct. Chaeyoung says, "I knew it! I had my suspicions that something was going on with Dahyun when she was throwing up a couple of weeks ago." "I bet oppa wants to get all of us pregnant," yells Tzuyu. "Maybe we should have him get a vasectomy haha," says Jeongyeon. "Is it true what Tzuyu said, oppa?" asks Nayeon. "How many months are you Dahyun?" asks Momo. "I'm about to be four months soon," says Dahyun. "I already knew Dahyun was pregnant for a while," said Sana. While they are talking, you are just holding on to Hina and Ari for dear life until Mina says, "I hit him when I found out he got her pregnant." "That's a good idea, Mina," said most members. The nonpregnant members stood up and gave you a big slap on the back since they couldn't hit you because you were holding the twins. You then turn to Dahyun and give her a sad look, but Dahyun just laughs instead.

Chapter 112: You whisper to Ari and Hina, "Thank you, girls." You do everything you can to just stay with them since you know that they will protect you from the other members. It is a way to hang out with them alone since you don't have a chance to hang out with them often. Once breakfast is over, the girls want to take Dahyun out to a spa day to celebrate. They put you in charge of taking care of Hina and Ari, while Jisoo was going to visit her grandparents. You plan to take your twins to the beach, where you took their mom. You ask Mina to help you pack all the materials needed for the trip and put them in the minivan. You prepare baby formula for them and food for yourself and place them in their seat. At the same time, all the girls leave for the spa and you head to the beach. You put on soothing music to get them relaxed and hit record on the go pro that is installed in the back of your seat and the one facing the road. Having some videos for memories is your goal for this trip, so when they are older, they can see how much time they spent with their father. As you are halfway there, you notice that Hina is asleep while Ari is waving her arms. You get to the beach and park closest to the entrance, which has a perfect view. You roll down the front windows, get out and open the right sliding door. You check if the girls need their diapers changed and try to feed them in. case they are hungry. You sit on the floor of the mid-section of the van and carry Hina out to look at the sand and water, but she seems to feel uncomfortable with the wind on her face. You switch with Ari and she has the opposite reaction and seems to love it. After spending some time by the car you decide to take a walk with them. You pull out your double stroller and place Ari in the front and Hina in the back, but only after putting some sunscreen and a small visor on them. You pull out their sunshade and head out. You walk for about thirty minutes and find the spot where you and Mina sat to watch the sunset. "This is the same spot where your mom and I confessed our feelings for each other. You are that proof of those feelings and I hope you know that your mom and I love you both" ( you are filming this by the way). After a breeze of wind picked up, you decided to go back to the van and head home. You get home, give them both a bath (Mina's room), dress them, feed them, and decide to take a nap. You place them on Mina's bed and put on somebody's pillows to make sure that they don't fall off. You sleep on the edge of the bed and wait for Mina and the other girls to arrive from their spa day.

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Day 109: Strangled (Out of Their Element)

“Are you alright, kiddo?” Sage asked, frowning at the way Rob’s hands shook.

“What?” Rob tugged on the collar of his shirt, ducking his head nervously. “Yes, I’m okay, sir.”

“Sage,” they corrected gently, still concerned. “Are you sure?”

Rob nodded, hoping desperately that the bruises around his neck weren’t visible.

It was a stupid thing, really. One of the guards by Rob’s barracks had gotten frustrated, and Rob was the closest subordinate. He could deal with it, he’d been through a lot worse. This was perfectly normal.

He somehow doubted Sage would see it that way.

“I should get back,” he said quickly, standing to leave. “Thank you for having me, si- Sage.”

“Are you sure?” Sage asked again, brow furrowed. “You’re feeling better?”

Rob distantly realized Sage had noticed something was wrong. He hadn’t even mentioned anything when he’d arrived. “Yes, thank you.”

“Would you like a hug before you go?”

The boy blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“If you don’t that’s fine,” Sage assured him, smiling. “Just thought I’d offer.”

“Y-Yes,” Rob said quickly. “Please. Th-That would be nice.”

Sage opened their arms and gestured him forward. “C’mere,” they joked.

Rob let himself be scooped up, wincing just slightly at the pressure on his bruises before relaxing into their touch.

The two lingered there for a few minutes, Sage slowly rocking them back and forth. Rob felt a sharp pang of regret as he pulled away, shooting Sage a grateful smile. They returned it, but it only lasted a moment before their face fell.

“Are those bruises?”

Rob flinched, reaching up to pull his collar over the injury. “I’m sorry-”

“Who did that too you?” Sage fumed, grabbing his shoulders roughly. Rob immedietly flinched again at the contact, and Sage loosened their grip with an apologetic murmur.

“I-It’s not a big deal,” Rob said quickly, avoiding Sage’s eyes. “Just an accident, I-I swear.”

“Can I see?” Sage asked gently, kneeling to be level with the boy. Hesitantly, he nodded, and Sage pulled the collar back.

They took a sharp breath as the bruises were revealed; ugly greens, purples, and browns covered Rob’s neck, five clear paths visible in the outline.

“That’s a hand,” Sage said, horrified. “That’s a hand, Rob. Somebody tried to strangle you?”

“N-No,” Rob insisted. “I-It was just an accident. He was just frustrated, that’s all.”

“Who?” Sage’s voice was dangerously calm, and Rob shivered a little. “Who did this?”

“A guard from t-the barracks, sir.”

Sage noticed the boy was shaking even harder now and nearly winced as they realized they were interrogating him. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I didn’t mean to scare you. Just give me a moment, alright?”

Rob nodded dutifully and they turned away, striding to their office with purpose. They came back a few minutes later, a cloth bundle in one hand and some paper in the other.

“You can put this on your neck, okay?” Rob took the damp cloth and realized it was wrapped around a bit of ice. “It’ll melt quickly, but hopefully it’ll help.”

The boy pressed the ice to the worst of his bruises and instantly relaxed as some of the sharp ache ebbed away. “Thank you, sir.”

“Now-” Sage sat on the floor next to Rob, laying the paper out in front of them and producing a pen from their pocket. “Can you tell me the guard’s name?”

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5 minute read - IWD 2023

Labour MP Jess Phillips took more than five minutes to read a list of women killed over the past 12 months where the perpetrator or suspect was a man.

Before entering the Commons chamber on Thursday, she had to add another name to the list in pen – that of Helen Harrison, who was found dead in Yorkshire on Sunday.

Bereaved families, including the newly formed group Killed Women, reacted angrily to the fact that just three male MPs were present for the reading of the names a day after International Women’s Day.

Julie Devey, a co-founder of Killed Women, said she and other families in the group had stood as the names were read out to show solidarity to the women killed, and their families.

“It was very hard to listen to,” said Devey, whose daughter Poppy Devey Waterhouse was stabbed 49 times by her ex-boyfriend in 2018. “And I’m very emotional listening to each of those names knowing what the families now face. And [there were] hardly any politicians there, and three men. So that says a lot, doesn’t it?”

Phillips read out the names of 109 UK women killed by men or where a man is the principal suspect. The youngest victim read out by Phillips was 15; the oldest 92.

She thanked Karen Ingala Smith for her work with Counting Dead Women, which records the names of women killed, where the perpetrator or suspect is a man, and the Femicide Census, saying Ingala Smith fought “every day for killed women to be an issue of major public concern”.

This year a spokesperson for the Femicide Census said that for the first time they had contacted every MP where a female constituent had been killed and had a “handful of supportive replies”, but noted: “We observed that the small numbers listening to Jess read out their names in the chamber has not changed from this year to the last.”

The shadow minister for domestic violence and safeguarding said the time for “warm words” was over, and implored the government to release the “long overdue” sentencing review into domestic homicide. Clare Wade KC was appointed to undertake the review in September 2021. It was originally due for completion in December 2021, but is yet to be published.

“The families of the killed Women Campaign who join us here today would want me to make clear that lessons are not being learned,” said Phillips. “Warm words are no longer enough. We honour these women not by reading out their names, not by doing any of the promises that happen in this place. We honour them with deeds, not with words.”

Phillips paid tribute to the work of Ingala Smith and the families fighting for change. “These amazing campaigners have made sure that killed women are no longer just a name recorded in a local newspaper. They have made sure the issue of femicide and all the failings that lead to an increased risk of a national priority for the people of Britain,” she said.

Ingala Smith said police still often refered to the killing of women as isolated incidents, which minimised the “extent of femicide in the UK and the systemic nature of men’s fatal violence against women”

“Every year over 100 women are killed by men in the UK, in fact of the cases we know, on average a woman is killed by a man every 2.6 days,” she said.

“[The list] should be seen as a roll call of state failure because whilst every man must be held accountable for the violence he chooses to commit, the state could do so much more to end men’s violence against women.”

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little talks

“It’s not for nothing that I long for you: It’s that others love my smile only—you love even my tears. It’s not for nothing that I wait for you: It’s that others love only my health—you love even my death.” — Han Yong’un, from Love’s Reasons;

pairing: eddie munson x chrissy cunningham summary: in the wake of spring break, eddie finds himself talking to ghosts... inspired by this post by @bettercallmaul (Eddie lives AU I GUESS 😤 - wrote this before I watched the finale) playlist

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She remembers screaming. Loud enough to shake the windows. High enough in pitch that her own ears had throbbed as if a needle pierced them.

How could they think it was Eddie that had hurt her? Why had anyone allowed Jason to just… turn vigilante and hunt him down like a rabid dog?

She remembers trying desperately to throw a vase full of lilies in her mother’s church after the funeral.

Stop!

To kick a chair across the police station.

Leave him alone!

To throttle Jason with her bare hands as he used her name to justify his vitriol. She’s never been so angry before. Never been so filled up with rage. But then again, she’s never cared about anyone like she does Eddie.

He’s the only one who ever really saw me. Just leave him alone. Being so far away from him is hard enough, why are you wrapping the grief around his neck like a noose?

But her fingers and her feet had slipped through the vase. And the chair. And Jason with every attempt. And her screams fell on deaf ears. Because she was no longer a girl. Nothing more than sand slipping through fingers. Nothing more than a shadow choking on her own silence.

So she stayed. Stubbornly, she clung to Hawkins, refusing to abandon him… even if it did him no good at all.

~~~

The first time, it's just a flash.

So brief he'd convinced himself it had been a trick of the light. An aftershock of all the trauma their small town's youth had collectively experienced in the past month.But despite the fear he'd felt, Eddie found himself replaying the moment anyway. A song he didn't want to let out of his head. A scratch in the record he couldn't bring himself to move the needle off of. And it was so easy because it had been so clear. Felt so real.

Chrissy, alive and bright and dewy with sunshine. Chrissy, sat in the passenger seat of Shadowfax (his beloved van), one hand out the window as her fingers played elegantly through the wind. Chrissy, humming along to the tape he'd had in his deck as he drove north. Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac bled from his speakers (lately, he'd been coming back to the records his mother had played around their shitty apartment in Detroit - the songs he'd longed to introduce Chrissy to for years, knowing, just knowing that her parents listened to shit like Donna Summers and ABBA).

He'd nearly driven right off the road, tires screeching as he went careening onto the shoulder of the 109. Body trembling and breath coming heavy, it had been a moment before he'd actually mustered the bravery to look over again. But all that was next to him was a pane of sunshine filtering in from the open window.

~~~

It took several joints to calm his nerves after that day.

The distraction of playing a show at a shitty downtown Chicago bar helps. He's started picking up side gigs. Filling in across the mid-west where guitarists are needed. Partly for the extra cash and partly for the connections he's able to network in the gig circuit. But if he's honest, it's not actually about any of those things. It's the distraction they provide.

He can't just sit in his bedroom in Hawkins like nothing happened. Focusing on one singular task at a time has never been his strong suit, but now it's impossible. Even trying to plan the new D&D campaign for Hellfire has proven a mountain that refuses to be scaled. Every time he takes out his kit, all he sees is the little Vecna statuette and he falls down a dizzying rabbit hole of confused, frustrated fury.

There are perks to this in a way. Gigs don't just provide an opportunity to showcase his talent with a guitar, they're the best venue to move product. He's never had so much money in his life. Sometimes, he takes the wads of cash out from the plastic bag they sit in, hidden in the toilet tank of the trailer bathroom, just to stare at it.

He won't put it in a bank. His uncle has warned him of that, since the money isn't legal. But the bathroom is as good a savings account as any. What's left over after he pays Wayne rent and buys flowers for Chrissy's grave goes right in this little bag.

Sometimes he feels foolish sitting at her grave, talking to her as he picks the thorns off pink roses. He knows she's not really there. She can't be. And even if she was, the handful of moments they'd shared didn't exactly entitle him to mourn for her. But the grief was there, all the same. It was there because she wasn't.

~~~

The second time is at a show and he knows it's because he's high as a kite.

The little redhead in the crowd can't be her. It just can't be. Those can't be her big, storm blue eyes staring up at him. He knows, because Vecna took her eyes. His favorite thing about her had always been her eyes.

After his set, he follows the girl through the crowd, leaving his precious Freya up on stage for the band he's with tonight to worry about. He's never left Freya on her own in his life but this girl looks exactly like…

"Chrissy!" The air outside in the alley feels cool after the heat of a packed dive bar. But all he can see is her short skirt. Her long slender legs. Her beautiful red hair.

When she turns to face him on the steps that lead down from the alley door, there's a mischievous smile twitching at her mouth. Then suddenly, she's kissing him and it feels as if there's snow falling and Christmas lights switching on and...

He reaches to grip her slender waist, but his fist closes around air. Eyes fluttering open, Eddie staggers back. He had felt her. He had felt her body heat. Heard her breathing. Tasted her strawberry chapstick. What the fuck had been in that bong he'd hit in the green room?

Brows knit together in determination, he heads back inside, wondering if he can't find some more.

~~~

The third time is very much on purpose.

He waits until his uncle has left for the night, then lays out candles across the small coffee table and sits on the floor. Hands trembling, Eddie swallows hard against the tight ball of tension knotted in his throat. The woman he’d bought the ouija board from had warned him not to attempt this alone. But who could he possibly confess his delusions to? Or worse, that he was chasing after them rather than trying to rationalize them.

For a long while, he just watches the candles burn. Glances up to where the scar of a long-since closed portal has been spray painted in a whitish gray that clearly doesn’t match the rest of the ceiling. He can still see her floating there. Can still hear her bones snapping. The whites of her eyes…her beautiful blue eyes… stolen.

Wiping the sweat of his palms across black denim jeans, he shakes his hands out, trying to dispel the anxiety keeping his desperation locked up tight.

“Come on, man.” He mutters to himself. “You can walk into another dimension strapped like fuckin’ Rambo. You can do this.”

Closing his eyes, his fingertips rest on the edges of the planchet.

“Chrissy? If you’re there… fuck, just… please give me a sign?” The words stumble out, unsure and half embarrassed.

A silence thick with his own cloying desperation follows. Dust floats lazily through the beams of moonlight slanting across the living room. Feeling like an idiot, Eddie lets go of the planchet and lets his head fall back onto the couch behind him. Letting out a slow breath, he drags his hands through his hair, tempted to pull some out in frustration.

“God damn it, baby…just talk to me.” No longer guessing at what he’s supposed to say, this more surefooted tone seems to allow the energy in the room to shift. The dust by the window seems to swirl up into curls for a moment and he swears he hears a giggle brush by his ear just as a soft rush of wind blows the candles out, leaving him sat in the dark. His pulse climbs like a balloon full of hot air and his posture straightens just in time to catch the planchet slide over the word ‘hello’.

Brown eyes wide, Eddie fights hard against the instinct to bolt. To run out the door and into his van and drive far away. But the thought makes his stomach turn.

‘Fuck that. I ran away once. I’m not leaving her again.’

“H-Hey…uh, can you… give me a sign that it’s you? That I’m… not just sitting here talking to a… demon or something.”

As if on cue, Chrissy appears on the other side of the coffee table, sat on the floor with her legs folded same as him.

“You called me baby first and then you asked if I was a demon? Feels a little out of order.”

For a moment, he’s stunned into silence from the fact that these are her first words to him after...

“Death becomes her …Nice to see you too.” He muses, sliding a guitar pick off the coffee table and rubbing his thumb across the front. His hands have always been his greatest tell. Always touching or toying with something when his brain is going faster than he can follow. How the fuck is this happening?

Then she’s smiling. And he swears it feels like he’s reliving every Christmas morning at once.

“You’re not scared.” A statement, not a question. She’s surprised, having braced herself for a much longer fight before he didn’t look at her as if she was the monster in a horror film.

“Are you?” Just like Eddie to be looking after her, ready to pick up all her pieces, even when they were buried in the ground.

“What else can happen to me now?”

Swallowing hard, he nods. Waves of guilt wash up on his shore and he struggles to put up a sea wall against them. But it seems losing her physical form has only strengthened whatever connection they had before and she can feel the shift in his energy as if she’s a radio antenna dialed into one station. His. Eyes falling closed, she pleads with him to believe her.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“How did you…how are you…here?”

Big blue eyes brushing around the trailer, she feels such warmth here. Like she could nest into the carpet and sew herself into the fibers of the couch and pool inside the moonlight falling through his windows. A single shrug rolls her slender shoulders.

“I’m not sure…I just…wanted to be here. I wanted to be with you…You’re the only one who comes and talks to me, you know.”

“Not even…?”

“He brings flowers. He doesn’t stay. Mom and dad too. Nothing to say, I guess. Just like everyone else…except you”

“Seems a little too easy…” Easy has been a difficult road for Eddie to trust ever since he can remember. Especially when that road leads to happiness. What’s the catch? He thinks.

“Does it? Feels like we earned this to me.” The look in her eyes silences any further opposition as he remembers how much she’s sacrificed. His usual ‘devils advocate’ attitude melts into an easy nod and he plays the corners of his guitar pick across the coffee table.

“I’m happy you’re here…god, you could be anywhere. With your family, with…with Jason.” She nods, unblinking, completely aware of these facts. Only silence follows and the confidence of her response tugs a smile to life at the corner of his mouth. “But I don’t… I don’t want you to go, hmm?”

And she nods again as he repeats the words that she'd pressed into his pages like little wildflowers in the woods. Smiling that Christmas morning smile all the while.

~~~

The fourth time makes him cry in front of the entire school.

Graduation day. And he never really thought he’d get to walk that stage. But seeing Chrissy stand up in the crowd, waving her pom poms and cheering him on is enough to choke a sob or two in his throat.

Through his tears, he still manages to flip off Principle Higgins. And after the diploma is in his hands, him and Chrissy run like hell out of the auditorium, screaming like banshees.

The fifth time is nothing short of embarrassing.

He’s puking his guts out before a show in Detroit at The Riot Club. It’s a Friday night. The basement venue is packed so full that everyone knows they’d be shut down in a second if the fire department were to show up for an inspection. But as long as the drinks keep flowing, no one really cares. Even if half of them get spilled.

Eddie isn’t even sure how Corroded Coffin got this gig. Or why he thought they were ready for this. For Detroit. Real studio reps show up at these things. God, they’re gunna see right through his bullshit. Another spasm twists his stomach and he wretches up bile, a cold sweat breaking out over his forehead.

Then, without warning, a brush of ice cold caresses the base of his neck. And before he even hears her voice, he knows it’s her from the way this touch is steadying his shaken nerves.

“Better back here than up on stage, hmm?” She runs her hand slowly down his spine, then back up to squeeze at the tension coiled tight in his shoulders.

“Y-yeah…”

“You are ready for this, you know.” Chrissy wonders if reading braille feels the same way decoding him does. A language you can’t see but only feel.

“How…how could you possibly know that?” He barely loses the words as he fights to catch his breath.

“I know you’ve seen me at your shows…”

If he’s honest, he’d assumed he’d hallucinated all that. That he was simply seeing what he wanted to see. But then again, he’s been talking to a ghost. So, it’s a little late to play the ‘rational guy’ card.

“I always wanted you at my shows.” A deep, dark laugh rumbles low in his chest at the irony. “Not like this, but…”

“What’s the worst that could happen? You’ll die and have to come haunt everyone in Hawkins with me for eternity?”

His eyebrows raise as suddenly the shotgun in his uncle’s closet starts to sound a bit more friendly. Catching the look in his eyes, she reads his mind as easily as if it’s her own.

“That’s not an invitation.” She clarifies, slapping his own smirk right back at him.

The walls shake with the chanting of the crowd beyond the bathroom. They’re losing their patience, ready for the music to start.

Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, Eddie flushes his vomit away and moves to splash cold water on his face at the sink. Chrissy takes a seat on the countertop, her thin legs crossed at the ankles. Hesitantly, he lifts a hand and brushes it along her cheek.

She’s smooth and soft and cool as the cement of a crypt.

“I fucking miss you.” He whispers, feeling lost at sea.

“I’m right here. Always.” She promises him, dusting a cold kiss to his jawline.

That’s the night Corroded Coffin play their best show yet. It’s also the night they’re offered a record deal in LA.

The producers he meets think he’s a little strange. Always talking to himself. Wearing a wedding ring but living alone. Always writing songs about dead girls.

But the songs sell. And fans seem to dig his loner vibe. And the shadows he keeps company with seem to steer him out of trouble.

For the most part, anyway.

#eddie x chrissy #eddissy #eddie and chrissy #my edits #my wrtitng

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