#national anthem fanfic

[evita-shelby]

2 truths and 1 lie (Wip edition)

Rules: In the poll, list two true things that occur in your WIP, and one that is a lie. Responders then must vote for which one of the three options they think is the lie. Check back in when the author posts their WIP to see if you were right!

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Tagging: @justrainandcoffee @rysko @toms-cherry-trees @sansaorgana @cillmequick @peakyblindas @arcielee @queen--kenobi @peakyswritings @darklydeliciousdesires @dreamlandcreations

Added: National Anthem ch.12

#eva smith #evacore #national anthem fic #jack nelson x oc #peaky blinders fanfic

[luvs4jhutch]

National Anthem

Fanfic type: Smut One Shot Word count: 2.7k+ Pairing: Josh Hutcherson x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; praising, edging, calling names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, dry humping, oral (m receiving), creampie, female pronouns, aftercare.. (I don't know how to write endings so i'll put it as a warning too LMAO)

Summary: In a night filled with opulence, you dressed to impress for your lover's mysterious surprise. From a chic restaurant to a lavish penthouse, you basked in the extravagance he showered upon you. The evening unfolded with decadent courses, expensive wines, and whispered promises of more indulgent encounters. As the night progressed, the dimly lit room enveloped you, its intimacy heightening the anticipation with each passing moment. The air was thick with desire as the lavish surroundings became a backdrop for an unforgettable rendezvous.

Author note: This is the first time I write something here, I hope you like it. English is not my first language btw, feel free to correct grammar and stuff. Merry christmas LMAOO<3

˝Money is the anthem of success so put on mascara and your party dress.˝

You looked in the mirror one last time and were radiant. Your hair in a half ponytail; the black short dress that was both elegant and casual; your lips... they looked so desirable... You were ready, and you knew it.

You looked at the time on your cell phone 06:54 PM. You knew Josh wasn't an unpunctual person, especially when it came to you. A message appeared on the screen of the device you were holding «hope you're ready for our surprise, sweetheart» You didn't even bother to open it.

You grabbed your expensive Louis Vuitton bag and a gorgeous fur coat, both gifts from your lover.

You checked the time one last time: 7:00pm sharp. The horn of Josh's Bugatti Veyron that you already recognized sounded twice, indicating that he was already waiting for you. You took your keys and opened the door to your luxurious residence. You couldn't see him, his windows were tinted, but you knew he could. As soon as you got close enough to the vehicle, Josh got out of it and approached you, kissed your hand and opened the door for you to get into the car. ��You look stunning,” he says as he sits in the driver's side. “Thank you,” you responded, giving him a smile that maybe was fake, wondering whether to add an «I already knew that» or maybe an «I always am».

"Are you ready?" he asked looking into your eyes. You nodded at his question and smiled genuinely. "Yes I am".

Josh started the engine and the car purred at the action. He lightly placed his right hand on your thigh. This would be a long night.

You drove quickly down the highway. "Can I turn on the radio?" you asked, already knowing the obvious answer. "Yes, honey," your lover responded without taking his eyes off the road. "West Coast" by Lana del Rey began to be heard on all the car speakers.

You sang along to the lyrics, feeling the breeze in your hair. Josh smiled at you, admiring your beauty and your voice. He squeezed your thigh gently, making you shiver. You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead, whispering "I love you". You said it back, even though you weren't sure if you meant it.

You wondered where he was taking you. He had been secretive about the surprise, only telling you to dress nicely and be ready by seven. You trusted him, but you also felt a bit nervous.

You looked out the window and saw the city lights. You recognized some of the landmarks. You were heading downtown, to the most exclusive area of the city. You wondered what kind of place Josh had booked for you. A fancy restaurant? A luxury hotel? A private club? You felt a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

As you approached the downtown area, you couldn't help but think about the extravagant possibilities awaiting you. The city lights reflected in your eyes, mirroring the sparkle of your designer jewelry.

Josh, focused on the road, continued to caress your thigh with a possessive grip. The anticipation grew as the car glided through the upscale streets. You subtly adjusted your dress, making sure it showcased your curves flawlessly.

The car pulled up in front of a lavish restaurant with a discreet entrance. A valet opened the door for you, and Josh guided you inside. The dimly lit ambiance and the soft music set the perfect scene for a romantic evening. As you entered, heads turned to admire the stunning couple.

Seated at a private table, the evening unfolded with decadent courses and expensive wines. Josh, absorbed in conversation, lavished you with compliments, occasionally interrupting to share an anecdote about his successful ventures. You listened attentively, feigning interest, your mind occasionally drifting to the price tags of the exquisite dishes.

Throughout the night, you played the role of the perfect trophy girlfriend, smiling for the cameras that discreetly captured your moments. The more Josh flaunted his wealth, the more you relished in the attention and the material pleasures that came with it.

As the night progressed, Josh surprised you with a small velvet box. Your heart raced with excitement as you opened it to reveal a dazzling piece of jewelry: a diamond necklace that matched the earrings he had gifted you on a previous occasion. You marveled at it, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek.

As the clock neared midnight, Josh suggested heading to his apartment to extend the celebration. Intrigued, you agreed, wondering what else he had in store for the night.

The car smoothly glided through the city streets once more, and soon, you found yourselves in front of a sleek, modern apartment building. Josh escorted you inside, the anticipation growing with each step. The private elevator ascended to the top floor, opening into a lavish penthouse adorned with city views and opulent furnishings.

The atmosphere changed, becoming more intimate as you entered the spacious living room. Soft music played in the background, and the city lights shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Josh poured glasses of champagne, toasting to the night and the surprises yet to unfold. "To us," you added, taking a sip of the bubbly liquid.

As the night wore on, Josh led you through the luxurious penthouse. He guided you to a dimly lit room where a large, four-poster bed dominated the space. You stepped into the room, your heart racing with anticipation. The soft lighting cast an alluring glow on Josh's features, making him even more irresistible. As he closed the door behind him, you could feel the tension between them escalate.

Josh slowly approached you, his eyes roving over your body in a way that made you feel both excited and vulnerable. He reached out and ran his hands to your hips, pulling you closer, sending a shiver down your spine. "Tonight is all about us." He whispered to your ear. His lips brushed against your neck, sending a wave of desire coursing through you.

He led you over to the bed, his hands never leaving your body. He sat down, indicating with a nod that you should sit on his lap, which you did. You leaned closer to his lips and closed the small distance that existed with a passionate kiss, full of desire. His hands ran possessively from your waist until they reached the top of your back, where the zipper of your dress was, which was slowly lowered, revealing the skin that shivered down with every touch and caress that Josh gave you.

He stopped kissing your mouth, starting to focus on marking, kissing and licking your neck. Your head threw back in pleasure and your hips began to move slightly on your lover's lap, feeling his erection beneath you.

"It looks like someone prepared for tonight," Josh smirked after observing a set of beautiful lingerie that you were wearing under your elegant clothing, a gift he had given you on one of your previous sexual dates. You chuckled as you began to loosen his tie and slowly unbutton his shirt. You helped him take off his shirt while he removed the luxurious diamond necklace he gave you a few hours before.

"I have to pay you somehow, right?" He approached your neck again as you said those words. "Mhm…" He responded with a sigh against your skin "I guess you do, baby." You humped faster at his cock and he bucked his hips slightly, looking for more friction.

As the room filled with their passionate moans and soft gasps, Josh started to unclasp your bra, leaving your breasts visible which Josh quickly began to massage, licking one of your nipples while playing with the other to give them equal attention. "Josh…" you moaned softly to his ear at the sensation.

The tips of his fingers began to play with the edge of your underwear, lowering it completely as he buckled his hips looking for release. He pushed you away gently to look at you in your eyes "Kneel down, baby…" he ordered and you obeyed him like his good girl. Cautiously, you began to remove his belt and unzip his pants, him looking at you with desire and lust. You helped him take off his pants and lightly caressed his crotch. He sighed at the mix of need, desire and your hand going up and down really slowly, almost tortuously. You felt him tremble at your touch and after playing for a while you pulled down his boxers, his hard cock already dripping pre-cum. You swear your mouth watered at the sight, and you quickly started licking his length, from base to tip, on which you left a small kiss before finally taking his cock into your mouth, never breaking eye contact. Her hand slid to your hair and stroked it slowly. You swirled your tongue around his tip and he leaned his head back, holding your head tighter and closer to him. You gagged feeling the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat and he immediately loosened his grip, letting you go at your own pace.

"Fuck…" He groaned and you hummed to his pulsating cock in response. His hand dropped to the bed sheets, squeezing them as he felt a knot form in his abdomen warning him of his orgasm. You noticed this and separated your mouth from his cock, a thread of saliva joining them both, as you began to jerk him off with a slow pace, edging him off. He rolled his eyes back into his head once more feeling his orgasm cutting off. He cupped your face gently in his hands, lifting it up. He looked into your eyes. His previously brown eyes were quickly consumed by the black of his dilated pupils, thanks to desire. You clumsily climbed back into his lap, his hands immediately settling on your hips with a firm, possessive grip. You grabbed his dick desperately and lined it up to your cunt, feeling the tip of it rub against you before sitting slowly on it.

"Oh fuck!" you exclaimed as he slid into you, hitting your cervix "God… you're so good…" He moaned as he felt your hot, tight pussy enveloping his cock. His hands left your hips and moved to your thighs, holding onto them as he started moving his hips slowly, pushing deeper inside you. You whimpered, meeting his pace as you grinded your hips against him. You could feel your orgasm building up, your pussy clenching around his cock with every thrust. He moaned, seeing your breasts swaying in time with his thrusts. "You're so fucking sexy riding me like that." He said, feeling your tight pussy milking his cock. His hips slapped against yours as he pushed deeper and harder inside you. Your body shaking with pleasure. Your eyes were rolled back in your head, your mouth open panting. You couldn't believe the pleasure you were feeling, his hard cock stretching you open.

"F…fuck… im so close…" You whispered between a moan, your eyes rolling back as you felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over you. "Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart…" you tried to respond, but only moans and sighs came out of your mouth. The orgasm hit you like an electroshock drawing an almost screamed moan. Your thighs trembling on top of Josh; your eyes completely rolled into your head. You fell onto Josh's chest, your head on his shoulder and he held you gently. He slowed his pace so you would come down from his orgasm. Josh held you close, feeling your body shuddering from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. His heart raced, feeling the heat emanating from your body. He kissed your forehead softly, his own breathing heavy. "You're incredible…" he whispered to your ear before leaving another kiss in your forehead.

After a few moments, his heart rate slowly returned to normal and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Ready for round two, honey?" He asked, his voice hoarse from the pleasure. You nodded, feeling completely spent but eager for more. Josh pulled out of you slowly, making sure to prolong the pleasure before lying you down on the bed, his hard cock still twitching. Your legs spread slightly. He climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists over your head. His eyes hungrily eating you up and your body trembled with anticipation.

Josh thrust into you again, his movements both fast and hard, despite his efforts to maintain control. The sensation was intense, filling you up completely. His breathing became ragged as he felt himself close. "Fuck, you feel so good… so perfect for me…". You moaned loudly, feeling Josh's rough love deep within you. Your body arched off the bed, meeting his powerful thrusts eagerly.You could feel the intensity of his movements increasing further.

"I can't hold on much longer" Josh groaned, his hips slamming against yours in an unyielding rhythm. The head of his cock brushed against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold off his orgasm. His eyes were filled with lust. "Fuck, you're tight" he grunted, pushing deeper inside you. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper. He felt your tight muscles gripping his shaft, pulling him closer to the edge.

His movements became erratic, thrusting into you with renewed force. "I'm gonna cum…" You moaned, feeling the pressure and tightness growing inside you. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts hungrily as he slammed into you again and again, feeling his cock twitching inside you. "I need you to cum inside me… please…" you whispered, your voice sultry and seductive. Your hips bucked up against him in perfect sync with his thrusts, your breasts swaying enticingly. Your nails dug into the sheets beneath you as Josh's pace quickened even more. "Cum for me…" you moaned seductively, pushing your hips up to meet his powerful thrusts.

Josh groaned loudly, his breaths becoming ragged as he felt himself getting closer to his climax. You writhed under him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. "Fuck, you're so tight… so hot…"

His hips slammed against yours one last time, his cock throbbing inside you. eyes closed tightly as he released himself into you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His seed filled you up, feeling both hot and thick. He groaned loudly, his face contorted in pleasure.

He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He collapsed onto you, your panting filling the room. His cock twitched inside you as he tried to regain control. Slowly, he pulled out of you, a trail of his essence leaking out.

After a few moments, his breathing returned to normal. Slowly, he rolled off you, panting heavily. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "That was… intense." He said, still trying to catch his breath. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his heart still racing from the intense pleasure he'd just experienced. Josh smiled at you softly, his eyes closed. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from your face.

Josh sat up carefully, his muscles still quivering slightly from the exertion. He leaned over to grab a couple of tissues from the bedside table, returning to wipe the remaining moisture from your inner thighs and between your legs. Josh gently ran the tissues over his own lap, wiping away the mix of his own semen and your fluids. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down after the intense passion he had just experienced. After he was done cleaning up, he scooped up the discarded tissues and placed them in the trash can, then crawled back and cuddled up next to you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your unique scent.

"That was amazing and… you were incredible," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "I'm gonna have to spoil you rotten after this." he chuckled and you smiled back to him. "Aww… you don't have to…" you said while caressing his cheek. "Of course I do" He responded to your attempt of kindness, brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.

You curled into his warm embrace, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. A small smile played on your lips as you knew that this would not be the end of their secret encounters. There were many things you could ask for from him and he would gladly give, just to keep you by his side.

The room was a quiet sanctuary and your mind wandered to the tangible rewards that awaited you after this secret rendezvous. The diamond necklace he gave you whispered promises of future luxuries and you heard them attentively before falling asleep in your rich loverman's arms.

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[foundersweek]

Prompts and rules 2023

Hello, dear fellow fans of our beloved Founders <3 The event goes into the next round! Here are now the prompts and rules for the event in 2023. If any questions occure, please don’t hesitate to contact us!

The event happens here on Tumblr and on our Twitter @FoundersWeek. On both platforms the Hashtag is #FoundersWeek2023. Please use only this hashtag as other versions of it won't be checked. If we still miss your work after 48h of posting feel free to hit us with a pole ^^

The event runs from 20 November to 26 November. You can submit your work on ao3 to the FoundersWeek2023 collection, if you like.

The main prompt list

[image desc.: Kid Hashirama and Madara sit on the prompt list. The title reads "The Founders Week2023". The prompt list follows: Day 1: lingerie / reincarnation / unlikely friendships/relationships Day 2: cultural differences / fire & forest / a sign of loyalty Day 3: any AU / any swap (generation, body, role ect.) / Crossovers Day 4: forgiveness / time travel / ultimate betrayal Day 5: prank/experiment gone wrong / girl boss / beast within Day 6: “How dangerous, to finally have something to lose” / ghost wedding / held for ransom Day 7: founders trying to fight off the emus / genderfuckery / lost cat

Suggested AUs: Gods AU, Historical AU, Myth AU, Modern AU, Supernatural AU, SciFi AU, Timeswap AU [/id]

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Alternative prompts and rules under the cut.

Alternative prompts

Without a sound They disappeared Without a sound God interfered We all witnessed the rapture And we mourn for those Who got lost In the great divide

Blind Guardian - Let It Be No More

Summer's in the air and, baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your national anthem

Lana Del Ray - National Anthem

Enjoy memories, yes, but don't be a slave to who you wish you once had been.

Brandon Sanderson - Tress Of The Emerald Sea

Rules

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The event takes place from 20 November to 26 November.

You can participate in any form you like. Write Fanfics, draw something awesome, post headcanons, make edits. Whatever you like. Your work doesn’t have to be in English, I trust you to follow the rules ^^

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You can do all prompts, some prompts or no prompts at all … or even more than one prompt per day, if you can manage that. If you don’t like the main prompt list, you can use the alternative prompts and/or mix both lists together. Whatever you like.

You can interpret the prompts as freely as you wish.

The main event takes place in the above mentioned week. But let’s be honest: If you find this blog after this and want to add something to the party feel free to do so! Late submissions will be accepted any time after the official end. However, I will not check the Hashtag forever, so better tag this blog.

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[benslittlestarkiller]

Tell Me I’m Your National Anthem (Excerpt/Teaser)

💀 Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader 💀  

You give Simon a birthday present involving you, him, and a pub restroom.

A/N: this is just a small smutty excerpt from chapter 2 of my fanfic The Ghost of You. Enjoy!

I also post my work on AO3 - Tell Me I’m Your National Anthem is posted here, The Ghost of You will be posted there soon.

Warning: NSFW content, piv sex, creampie, public s*x, reader has a uterus and uses she/her pronouns

Word Count: 1,124

Tell me I'm your national anthem. Red, white, blue is in the sky. Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes. National Anthem by Lana Del Rey

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"A little something special for the birthday boy," said Johnny as he slid a poorly-wrapped present across the wooden table. 

"You didn't have to do that, Johnny."

The woman seated beside Simon scoffed and playfully slapped her husband's shoulder. "Don't be like that, you muppet!" 

Simon picked up the present and gave it a good shake. 

"Go on," she urged. "Open it!"

It was a Swiss army knife with a skull engraved on the side. 

"So you can always keep a little piece of me with you," Soap explained.

There was a tense silence as Simon gazed down at the knife. Then he spoke: “Bit unnecessary, don’t you think? You’re like a goddamn tic, couldn’t get rid of you if I tried.” There was a layer of humor to his voice, and though he tried to act suave and unmoved, his eyes glowed with warmth.

Everyone laughed at his witty remark, and Price raised his drink. "Cheers to that!"

Glasses clicked together as everyone broke out into separate conversations, but over the hubbub, Simon gazed at his woman, his dark eyes penetrating through the haze of the bar. Giving him a tentative smile, she shuffled closer to him before bringing her lips to his ear.

"I'm going to the ladies' room," she whispered, her breath ghosting along the shell of his ear. She watched with rapt pleasure as his throat bobbed. "Wait for about a minute, then follow."

With that, she stood from the booth. "I've gotta take a piss!" she announced. 

Simon watched her go, unable to stop his gaze from sliding over her voluptuous figure, the dress she wore leaving little to the imagination. He felt his arousal grow, his naughty need began to rise, as he imagined ripping the thing off her and taking her on the table in front of everyone, claiming her as his for all to see.

He didn't wait a minute before standing and following her, his departure unnoticed as he crept through the bar like a ghost.

The ladies' room was unlocked and he stepped right in to find her perched on the single available counter in the small single-toilet restroom. Locking the door behind him, he stepped forward until he was standing between her spread legs. 

She looked like the goddess of love herself, some wanton Aphrodite beckoning him to take her, to indulge in the sweet pleasure that only she could bring him, to become so drunk on her that he could barely stand it. His cock twitched in anticipation at the sight of her before him, his trousers feeling suddenly too tight as all the blood in his body travelled southward.

She leaned back on her hands, gazing up at him beneath her long, bounteous lashes, the dim lighting of the room emphasising the hooded look of her eyes, the dark desire within her begging to be released by none other than him.

He brought his hands up to settle on her plush thighs, teasing the tips of his fingers along the hemline of her pathetic excuse for a dress. 

"You been teasing me all night, haven't you?" he whispered threateningly against her collarbone, his breath expelling from his nostrils like an enraged bull. The desire in his eyes mirrored the desire in hers. He stroked the hollow of her collarbone with his tongue, savouring the flavour of her flesh, the sweetness that drove him to want to consume her body and soul. His hand wandered up her luscious thighs, pushing her dress up, teasing the soft skin of her body, his fingers delicately worshipping her stretch marks, inching closer and closer to the sacred place they both ached to fill.

"Please, Simon, I need you," she gasped out as his fingers ghosted against the flesh of her inner thighs. Suddenly, he stopped his ministrations, his body going rigid for a moment before a sweltering fire consumed him, darkening his eyes as he looked down on her.

"No panties, eh?"

"Happy Birthday, babe." She smirked, her plump lips curling up saucily. "This is just the appetiser. Are you ready for the main course?" 

He ripped down the zipper of his pants, desperate for her, his need making him lose all his senses. His hardness popped out like a soldier standing at attention for the national anthem. Positioning himself at her entrance, he gazed deeply into her eyes as he sank into her dripping wet hole, the sacred sanctum of all his desires opening to him like a flower in bloom. She was tighter than a tupperware lid. He saw stars, the feeling of her walls clamping down on his fat cock was the closest to heaven he'd ever get. Simon wasn't a religious man by any means, but he swore he could see the face of God as his cock breached her tightness. His eyes rolled back into his skull, his head falling back as he groaned deep in his throat. 

He began a brutal pace, and the noises she was making were surely alerting everyone in the pub to their activities. He brought a hand up to cover her mouth. "Gotta be quiet, love," he groaned out. 

Her tongue slipped between his thick digits, and she brought his index finger between her lips, sucking him into her greedy mouth, soon joined by his middle and ring finger. She savoured the tang of him, his taste of gunmetal and salt, a flavour that was uniquely Simon, lighting a fire deep in her aching loins. She wanted to consume him whole, devour his flesh until it melded into hers, the two of them becoming one being, one throbbing organism like two cells fusing together. 

Each stroke of his thick member within her elicited a violent convulsion of her tight wetness, causing Simon to lose all of his remaining composure as he pumped himself deeply into her. With one final brutal, painful thrust of his hips he emptied himself deeply inside her vagina, spilling thick rivulets of his viscous and virile seed deep within her into her waiting womb. She drank him up, desperate to keep herself full of him, wanting his essence deep within her.

After their explosive end, she clutched the man to her, her arms winding around him like a praying mantis embracing her mate before the final bite. 

As he pulled out of her, his seed poured out onto the counter, dribbling down onto the tiled floor. She brought a finger down to her cunt, greedy for a taste of him. She brought it up to her lips, and Simon watched fascinated as she devoured their mingled bodily fluids. "Mmmm," she moaned out. She stood up causing the milky white concoction of their tender love to drip down her inner thighs. Leaning over, he kissed her forehead gently, cradling her face in his hands as if she were made of glass.

"I'm looking forward to dessert later."

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[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act Two: Chapter Two)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N:

I’m super sick right now :(

I haven’t been able to write anything and instead got sucked down the rabbit hole of reading fanfic instead of writing lmao

I’ve got bits and pieces of Act Two written up already but not in a real order so there’s a lot I still need to write up. Send me good vibes so I can write up the next chapter.

Also, this chapter is like twice as long as my usual ones, enjoy :)

Placebo - Surrounded By Spies

I saw you jump from a burning building I saw you jump from a burning building I've seen you move like Elvis set on fire I've seen you move like Elvis set on fire This search for meaning is killing me This search for meaning is killing me This search for meaning is killing me This search for meaning

Ping pong ball at the back of my throat Ping pong ball at the back of my throat And I won't be spoken to like that And I won't be spoken to like that

Suspicious bag on the platform Suspicious bag on the platform Suspicious bag on the platform Suspicious bag on the platform

Ex-drummer's nose stuck in the past Ex-drummer's nose stuck in the past Found dead behind the wheel of a car Found dead behind the wheel of a car

World leader going under the knife World leader going under the knife Stage four Stage two Stage three Stage four Stage two Stage three

We go to Sweden in the back of a cab We go to Sweden in the back of a cab

And every picture house is empty And every picture house is empty

I gave my heart Now I want it back I gave my heart Now I want it back I gave my heart Now I want it back I gave my heart Now I want it back

I am surrounded by spies I am surrounded by spies I am surrounded by spies I am surrounded by spies

Dead fly on the national anthem Dead fly on the national anthem Dead fly on the national anthem Dead fly on the national anthem

I see faces on the bathroom floor I see faces on the bathroom floor I see faces on the bathroom floor Come on over and I'll show you more

Where are you now When I need you the most (Shut up) Where are you now When I need you the most (Shut up) Where are you now When I need you the most (Shut up) Where are you now When I need you the most (Shut up)

I am surrounded by spies I am surrounded by spies I am surrounded by spies I am surrounded by spies

Charlotte sat on the bed quietly as Beth got into her pyjamas, ready for bed. It was much later than she was used to going to bed but after all the drama of the night, the poor girl looked ready to drop. Charlotte wasn't sure how to feel about any of it. The last few hours of her life had been a tempestuous whirlwind and she could barely get her bearings. She felt so much at once, all conflicting feelings that she didn't know how to sort through. 

She was happy he was alive, of course she was. How could she not be? How many times had she cried herself to sleep, asking the universe why he had to leave? Asking if he could just come back? Well, now he had. She got her wish, yet she hadn't expected it to happen, never mind how deeply it wounded her. To know he left all on his own volition was something else. She didn't care what his excuses were of keeping her safe, she didn't think anything he said would be enough to soothe the deep wounds he’d left her at this betrayal. 

She never thought in a million years that her Simon would do this to her. She hadn't meant to explode on him like she had, nor had she meant to confess in hurt and anger that she’d tried to kill herself. She felt shame flush her cheeks at remembering the fact she’d had an audience as she’d said it. Remembered how hurt he’d looked at her admission, even if all she could see of his face were his eyes.

That was all she needed to see to read him. There was something so heartbreaking about seeing him cry like he had, at seeing him hiding his face away behind that mask, yet she hadn't allowed herself to feel sympathy for him. She couldn't, not after what he’d done. 

She’d thought he’d been murdered, right along with everyone else she considered family. In one fell swoop, she’d become so bitterly alone in the world that the only way out she saw fit was to end her own life. She remembered waking up in that hospital bed. She hadn't felt relief that she had survived, didn't see life with a new outlook, all she felt was pain and blind rage at the universe that it wouldn't even let her fucking die in peace. To be with her family. But now looking back, maybe the universe was doing her a favour because Simon wasn't dead, he was here in fucking Hereford at the SAS base they used to live at all along. 

It was confusing to be relieved yet angry at the same time. She didn't know how to process any of it. All she’d wanted was to have Simon back, to have a complete family, for Beth to have her dad. But now she got her wish and she couldn't see a way where her and Simon could pick up where they left off. Not only because he'd created a cavernous space between them with his lie, but because they were different people now. 

Living through the grief that she had, it changed her, much like she could see it changed him. Even though he hadn't been technically dead, she hadn't known that and she’d grieved for him so deeply that she hadn't been able to get out of it in the five years he’d been gone. Her grief knew no bounds. Not for Simon, not for Beth or Tommy, not for Anne, nor for sweet little Joseph. It changed something deep in her DNA that would never go back to how it was. 

The bitterness and jadedness, the anger at the world. She’d spent the first few weeks of knowing she was pregnant hating her own baby simply because it meant she couldn't end her own life and end her own torment. But even when she finally connected with the little baby in her belly, she didn't go back to who she used to be. It gave her a reason to live, sure. It made her dead heart start beating again but it felt like there was only a small chunk of it left. The rest of it was buried along with the Riley family. 

She felt sick then, realising the grave she’d been visiting all this time hadn't been her husband's at all. Who the fuck was buried there then? A new wave of grief washed over her and she closed her eyes to stave off the tears, breathing deeply through her nose. She wasn't the woman Simon knew her to be, not any more. She knew from what Price had said, Simon had been through more than just the loss of his family. He had changed too, she could see that with that mask he wore. She could hardly believe the man was wearing a fucking skeleton mask all the time, not when he used to be so afraid of them. 

Ghost . That’s what Price said he was called now. He didn't go by Simon anymore. For all intents and purposes, Simon was dead. Maybe her grieving hadn't been for nothing after all. But could she love Ghost as she had Simon? Was Simon hiding in there at all? She thought back to the journey over here and the way Price was being cryptic, not telling her much but telling her enough to warn her of what might await her. 

The silence in the car was making Charlotte’s skin crawl but she couldn't find it in herself to open her mouth and break it. Her brain felt like it had been on a merry go round since the moustached man had uttered those treacherous words to her back home and felt like she didn't know which way was up anymore. 

She glanced to her left, seeing Beth clutching her stuffed bunny. She was bobbing her head to the beat of the music, chunky headphones over her ears that were connected to Charlotte’s phone. Beth had always loved music, enjoyed how Charlotte played it around the house. She thought it was best the girl listened to some on the journey, not wanting her to be hyper aware of the tension her mother was holding. It was getting increasingly harder to hide things from her, she was getting far too perceptive for her own good. She didn't need her asking questions about why she wasn't happy her dad was okay. 

When she’d explained to Beth on the way out that her father wasn't in fact an angel in heaven, but very much alive, the girl only had one emotion. Excitement. Of course she couldn't get it, she was far too young, but Charlotte was struggling with a slew of emotions she couldn't quite understand and she was having a hard time putting on a brave face for her daughter. 

“I can’t even begin to imagine what you must be goin’ through right now. And I know I have no right to ask you anythin’ but… just hear him out, yeah? Whether that's tonight, in a week, a fuckin’ month… Once you’ve got your head on right, just try to listen to him,” John murmured carefully from the driver's seat, the leather steering wheel creaking under his grip. 

Charlotte tensed, glaring out of the window as she crossed her arms over her chest. Part of her wanted to hear Simon out. He was her husband. They hadn't just been lovers, but best friends and that's why she was so confused as to why he’d done this to her. At her silence, John continued.

“He’s a good man, Charlotte. And I know you know that ‘cause you married him,” he sighed, his tone weary.

“It’s been five years, John. I don’t know what kind of man he is now,” she bit out, still staring out of the window as the dark street passed her by. 

“He’s still a good man,” John argued vehemently. “I won’t lie and say he’s the same man you knew all those years ago because he’s changed. Who wouldn't after everythin’ he’s been through? I can’t tell you all of it ‘cause it’s not my story to tell, but… I know you know what happened to the family,” he murmured, glancing at her through the rear view mirror. She licked her lower lip, chest aching at the mere mention of them.

“They were murdered,” she replied tensely. They’d never caught the murderers and that had always been something that stuck with her. John nodded, a frown etched onto his face that she could see when she looked through the mirror at him.

“Like I said, I can't say much, but I will tell you it was connected to a job gone wrong in Mexico. Simon was taken with some of his squad mates, tortured for months on end. And the poor bastard… he somehow survives, somehow gets out, only to come home and find his family fuckin’ massacred,” John’s angry words made Charlotte feel nauseous. 

The idea of Simon going through all that broke her heart. She remembered his smiling face the day he left, the last time she ever saw him. He’d already been through so much in his life and she could only imagine the stuff he went through at the hands of whoever did this to him. 

It still stung though, that he left her so willingly. She was his wife, he should have come to her in his time of need so she could be there for him. They could have grieved together, helped each other through it. But instead, he’d led her to believe he’d been murdered too, led her to believe she was thoroughly on her own.

“He could have come to me,” her voice was a mere whisper in the quiet car and John’s shoulders slumped.

“I know he could have. He fuckin’ should have. I’ll never sit here and try to defend his actions, he was a fuckin’ idiot for doin’ what he did. I tried to tell him after I found out he’d faked his death, told him to reach out to you, but he wouldn't have any of it. He was convinced if he did, you’d wind up dead too,” John explained with a sigh. 

The more rational and logical side of Charlotte’s brain understood the motives. Understood that Simon had been out of his mind with grief after being tortured for months when he'd made the choice to leave her behind like he had. She understood how terrified he must have been when she tried to put herself in his shoes. But what she didn't understand was why he hadn't told her sooner. Why not after a few months or even just one year, he hadn't tried to reach out and explain things to her.

Five years was a long time and the only reason she was finding out now was because his identity had been exposed. If that wouldn't have happened, she had no doubt she’d still be thinking her husband was dead and that hurt her deeply. It hurt that he clearly hadn't even looked her up and checked to see how she was doing or he’d have known about Beth. John had told her as they left the house that he’d called ahead to let him know he had a daughter so he didn't have a heart attack when they got there. Did he care that little about her that it was so easy to let her go? That he’d been able to forget about her like she meant nothing?

She was broken out of her depressing thoughts when Beth moved to take the headphones off, looking from Charlotte to John.

“Are we nearly there yet, Mr John?” she asked excitedly, kicking her legs around as she wriggled in her seat. It was far easier for Beth to roll with the punches after finding out her dad was very much alive. She didn't care about the ‘how’ or the ‘why’, she just cared about finally getting to meet her daddy, her hero. 

“Not too long left now, sweetheart,” John replied with a smile. It hadn't escaped her notice how attached he’d gotten to Beth already. 

“I can’t wait! Mummy, are you excited to see daddy?” she asked with a big smile, her big brown eyes boring into her mother. No, no she really wasn't. It would have been better if this bomb had been dropped on her and then she was left to stew in it for a week so she could digest the news. But instead she was heading right there when her emotions were heightened and she couldn't make sense of any of them.

“Of course I am, sweetie,” she smiled at her. She tried her best to make it as genuine as possible and the girl bought it by the way her own smile widened. 

“Now, before we get there, there’s just a few things I wanna get outta the way,” John spoke up, making fleeting eye contact through the mirror with Charlotte.

“He doesn't really go by Simon much anymore. I’m really the only one who calls him by his name and it doesn't happen a lot, sometimes his best mate Johnny will too, if it's somethin’ serious. On base, you’ll hear him be referred to as Lieutenant or Ghost,” he continued. Lieutenant. He got his promotion then. 

“Ghost? That’s a funny name!” Beth giggled and John let out a chuckle.

“It’s his callsign, kind of like a nickname. Most soldiers have one,” he explained patiently. 

“Do you have one, Mr John?” she asked curiously.

“Not really. People often just call me Cap or by my last name,” he shrugged.

“Why is daddy called Ghost? Does he like spooky things? I like spooky things!” Beth exclaimed, pulling what she deemed to be a ‘spooky’ face in the mirror at John and he smiled to himself. She didn't give him a chance to answer her barrage of questions though as she continued to ramble.

“Halloween is my most favoritest day of the year. And on my birthday, mummy decorates the house like it's halloween!” she grinned, ending her spiel with a ghost noise as she wiggled her fingers dramatically. Despite the situation, Charlotte couldn't help the smile that curled on her lips. No matter what anyone said, her daughter was for sure a character. 

“Well, if you like spooky things, you’ll like your daddy’s mask then. He has a skeleton mask that he wears all the time,” John spoke up. His voice was light as he addressed his words to the young girl who started clapping excitedly, but his eyes caught Charlotte's with a meaningful look. It shocked her, knowing his fear since a child, knowing how Tommy used to wear a skeleton mask to scare him.

“All the time?” she asked, getting a nod in return. 

“Was only recently the rest of the 141 got to see his face. Part of it's due to some scarrin’ he’s got after… after Mexico. But mostly I think it's to conceal his identity,” he explained and she held in her scoff. Didn't do a fucking good job since someone found out anyway and now her and Beth were being driven to an SAS base for god knows how long. 

She tried to will herself to be in a better mood, to summon some semblance of excitement to see her husband, mostly for her daughter's sake. Little Beth couldn't sit still in her seat as she went on and on about how excited she was to see him. She couldn't find any excitement inside herself though. 

The sting of his betrayal stung deep and she had no idea how long it would take for it to subside. Would it ever? She never thought in her wildest dreams that she’d ever get to see him again and never did she ever think she’d be feeling this way if she did. Yet here she was, on her way to see the husband she thought was dead for the past five years and all she felt was hurt. 

Charlotte looked over once Beth was fully ready for bed, watching as she rummaged around in the duffel bag near the bed. The room was a decent size with a bathroom attached. It had a double bed for Charlotte and a smaller single bed for Beth. John had explained to her once she’d come inside about how the base worked, despite the fact she lived here once. Apparently things had changed a little especially since they were in a special task force. 

It was an SAS base but they weren't the only ones here. The Task Force had their own building which housed their barracks and a rec room/small kitchen. They shared the training area, armoury and mess hall with the rest of the soldiers here. 

Beth pulled a worn leather bound book from the bag and Charlotte smiled softly. It always looked comically large in her small hands. It was the same copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales that Simon got her all the way back in 2006. She hadn't been able to look at it for two years after he ‘died’, but eventually she found comfort in reading it. Beth loved it too now. The stories weren't traditionally for children but Beth didn't care. She loved these ones and not the Disney versions that were in her words, ‘icky’. She toddled over, book in hand and her comfy bunny pyjamas back on.

“Mummy…?” she asked softly, dark eyes glancing over at her with a tiny smile playing on her lips.

“What is it, sweetie?” Charlotte answered.

“Could daddy read me my bedtime story?” she asked hopefully. The idea of seeing Simon so soon after the confrontation outside made her blood turn to ice in her veins, but she concealed it with a fake smile for her daughter. 

“You’d have to ask him, his room is next door. He might not be there though,” she said softly. She hoped he wouldn't be there. It was bad enough knowing his room was so close to theirs and she knew Simon was probably to blame for that. 

“Can I go and knock?” she asked with a grin and Charlotte nodded as she stood up. She wouldn't go to his door but she’d wait at her own so she could keep an eye on her. She was only four after all. Beth put the book on her bed and Charlotte opened the bedroom door, leaning on the doorframe as she watched Beth go to the door next to theirs. 

She knocked softly, fidgeting where she stood and Charlotte felt conflicted. The selfish part of her hoped he wouldn't be there so she wouldn't have to see him, but seeing how excited and anxious Beth was, she couldn't help but hope he was there. The door opened and Charlotte couldn't see him as he stood in his doorway. Beth grinned up at him, a brilliant smile that she’d perfected over the years. The one that got her anything she wanted. 

“Daddy! Can you read me a bedtime story, please?” she asked, clutching her hands together like she was begging him. He was silent for a moment and Charlotte wondered what look he had on his face. Despite everything, it had touched her seeing how emotional he got when he saw Beth. It touched her how he instantly fell in love with her. 

“Where's your mummy, sweetheart?” he asked carefully and Beth pointed over at her. 

He stepped out of the door then, now dressed in black sweats and a tight fitting t-shirt. He’d always been big but he seemed even bigger now. He didn't have on the hard skull mask from earlier, and instead he had a black gaiter with half a skull painted on it covering his lower face. She could just make out a scar coming out from it and curling around his temple. 

His blonde hair had grown in his time away. It was longer at the top and messily pushed back, shorter on the sides. He also had a half sleeve and a part of her brain, the old Charlotte, itched to see what the ink was, what story it told. He stared at her for a long moment and Charlotte couldn't meet his eyes as they burned into her. He finally dragged his gaze away from her and back to the little girl in front of him.

“If it’s alright with your mum, then I’ll read to you, lovie,” he murmured, making Beth turn her pleading eyes on her. Charlotte couldn't find her voice and just nodded, making her way back to the bedroom as Beth and Simon followed. She sat on the bed, watching as Beth rushed in, grabbing the book. Simon shut the door behind him, looking severely out of place in the room.

“Come on, daddy!” Beth giggled as she climbed in bed, pulling her quilt over her and patting the spot next to her. Simon walked over, perching on the side of the bed. When Beth shoved the book in his hands, his whole body seemed to still. Charlotte couldn't help but watch his reaction, seeing how his hand rubbed over the beaten leather cover as he swallowed thickly. He took a shaky breath, cracking open the front cover to reveal the message inside. 

‘Grimm stories for my Grim girl. 

All my love,

Simon’

She watched as his hands shook, watched how he blinked rapidly before looking at her. She felt a deep ache in her chest and she bit down on her lower lip, tearing her gaze away from his. She knew it meant something to him, that she’d kept the book. 

“Which story, lovie?” he asked Beth after clearing his throat. 

“Any, you can pick!” she smiled, moving to lay down, wriggling around to get comfy inside the covers. He nodded, flicking through the pages before he found the one he’d been looking for.

“Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. Everyone who saw her liked her, but most of all her grandmother, who did not know what to give the child next. Once she gave her a little cap made of red velvet. Because it suited her so well, and she wanted to wear it all the time, she came to be known as Little Red Ridin’ Hood, ” he started, his voice low and soothing. Charlotte settled to sit back, leaning on the headboard as she listened on.

“One day her mother said to her: ‘Come Little Red Ridin; Hood. Here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will do her well. Mind your manners and give her my greetin’s. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothin’ for your sick grandmother.’ " listening to him read like this took her back and she tried to ignore the tumultuous tide of emotions within her. A large part of her wanted to go over to him, curl around him and not let him go. She didn't think she'd ever get to hear his voice again and now he was reading to their daughter. Despite the deep yearning she felt, she didn't move. She couldn't . 

A nasty voice in the back of her head wondered if he was happier away from her. Wondering if maybe he hadn't looked her up because he realised he was better off without her. She knew it was stupid, knew it was a very self centred way of thinking, yet she couldn't help it. She never thought she and Simon had a perfect relationship by any means, she didn't think perfect existed. She did think they came pretty fucking close though so learning that he just fucked off and left when they both needed each other still didn’t make sense in her brain.

She stayed there listening to him read until Beth fell fast asleep, her soft snores filling the air as he stopped reading. The quiet left the roaring in her ears far too loud. Glancing over at him, she saw how he watched Beth, eyes flitting over her face as if he was trying to ingrain every small feature of her face into his brain. It made her chest feel hot and tight as he gently raised his hand up to her head, hesitating for a mere second before he stroked her head with his large hand. 

She wondered what he would have been like with her as a baby. It had devastated her after having to go through labour alone, to know Beth's daddy wouldn't ever get to hold her. He'd missed out on so much of her life, so many important firsts she'd been through. There wasn't anything he could do or say to change that. 

His hand moved back to the book then as he closed it quietly, his hand once more smoothing over the beaten leather cover. The silence that permeated the room was anything but comfortable and Charlotte wasn't brave enough to break it herself. He dragged his eyes to her and she tried to quell her rapidly beating heart. She needed time alone, needed her brain to digest the ridiculous amount of bullshit that it had forced on it within hours. 

“I'll uh… I'll let you rest then,” he murmured, his tone unsure and awkward as his eyes never left her. He'd always had a way of seeing right through her but now she hated it. She nodded, nibbling her lower lip as she stood. She didn't know what to say so she settled on not saying anything at all as she walked to the door. She opened it, unable to meet his gaze that was burning into her as he placed the book on the nightstand and moved over to the door. 

He hovered in the doorway before just stepping right out, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief. Part of her had been worried he'd corner her into talking about everything and it was far too soon. But as she watched him walk down the hall a few steps away to his own door, a thought hit her like a tonne of bricks again and she couldn't stop her mouth from opening. To ask the question burning on the tip of her tongue, even if she was scared to know the answer.

“Simon…” she called out after him, her voice trailing off as she stepped out into the hallway. He stopped and turned to face her at an alarmingly fast rate. She almost felt bad at his hopeful eyes that burned into her.

“What is it, love?” he asked, his voice soft, as he gazed at her. 

She’d wondered if Simon was in there at all or if Ghost was all that was left, but the reverence in his dark eyes let her know that Simon was indeed still there, even if he was buried. Her mouth floundered for a moment, scared to even ask him but she knew she’d lose sleep if she didn't. Hell, she knew she'd be losing sleep regardless, but she wanted to know.

“Who… Who’s buried… where you should be?” she asked carefully, tripping over the wording. Shock coloured his face for a brief moment before his eyes darted away at lightning speed, now unable to look at her. It only made the pit in her stomach grow.

“Some things are best just left well alone, sweetheart,” he frowned, still not looking at her. It only served to make annoyance swell up inside of her.

“Really? After everything you’ve fucking done, now you won’t even answer my questions?” she asked, sounding more hurt than angry which only annoyed her further. His eyes finally met hers, brows furrowed deeply but he still didn't say anything.

“How am I ever gonna be able to understand all of this bullshit if you won't even answer me?” she asked incredulously as she took an angry step towards him.

“Ask me somethin’ else, anythin’ else and I’ll answer, please ,” he whispered and she could hear how strained his voice was. She knew then, he didn't want to answer her because he knew she wouldn't like the answer. Her eyes narrowed, hands shaking at her sides as she glared at him.

“It was one of them, wasn't it? One of the murderers?” she asked, dread coating her tongue. It got worse when he squeezed his eyes shut, lowering his head as he inhaled deeply through his nose. She started to think he wouldn't answer her again but then his shoulders slumped as he nodded.

“Yeah… it is,” he admitted and the shame in his voice was clear as day. She stumbled back a step, covering a hand over her mouth as if it would help stop the feelings of bile climbing up her throat.

“Lottie…” he pleaded, reaching his hand out as if to steady her but she moved right away from him, bitter tears stinging her eyes.

“You… I can’t-” she shook her head, wiping at her eyes furiously as the ringing in her ears got louder. His own tearful face watched her, half covered as his tears disappeared under his gaiter.

“I visited that grave every single fucking day! I stood there and poured my heart out to the bastard that took our family away! He's buried next to them!” she seethed, trying to keep her voice down but she felt so much disgust that she worried she might vomit her heart right up. His face fell, a look in his eyes that told her this was something that bothered him deeply, yet he’d done it anyway. 

“I’m sorry, love, I am, but I did what I need-” he started but she didn't want to hear it.

“Don't you dare! You didn’t need to fake your fucking death! You didn't need to have me visiting a murderer's grave for five years!” she hissed, feeling lightheaded. She couldn't even look at him, it made her feel sick. 

She turned on her heel, moving back to her door and pushing it open, but just as it opened a crack, his large hand covered hers on the handle as he yanked it back shut. His hand stayed on hers, his left hand on the doorframe by her head, caging her in as she faced the door. 

His chest wasn't touching her back but was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. Part of her wanted to cave, wanted to turn in his arms, sob into his chest and beg him to never leave her again. She couldn't though, not after this. It dawned on her that this was why he was scared to answer the question. That maybe this was a push too far. 

She stood stock still, tearful eyes blinking at the wooden door in front of her. His head was hovering over her right shoulder and she could hear his stuttering breaths, knew he was trying to calm himself despite his tears. She waited for him to speak, to argue his point some more. She didn't have it in her anymore, she just needed to get away from him. 

He stayed there for a moment, so close yet so out of reach it burned her chest, and then he backed away from her. Her hand felt ice cold once he’d let her go, the only proof he was in fact alive and she hadn't made all of this nonsense up in her head. 

“I know it probably doesn't feel like it, Lottie… but I love you,” he murmured with a rough voice. She didn't turn to look at him as her silent tears fell harder, didn't dare open her mouth because she wasn't sure just what might come out. She stayed as still as a statue at her door until she heard him walk away and go back into his room, and only then did her tense muscles relax. 

The tears wouldn't stop though and the burning in her chest was getting worse. She knew she couldn't go into the bedroom like this. The last thing she wanted was to wake up Beth in this state and only cause her confusion. Not really knowing what else to do, she took off down the hallway, leaving through the double door that separated the bedrooms from the rest of the building. She hurried into the kitchen area, chest heaving with ugly sobs that she couldn't hide any more. She was just glad Simon wasn't around to witness her like this. She clutched the kitchen counter in a death grip, trying to will her breathing to slow so she could get a hold of herself. 

“Oh shit, I didn’t know anyone was in here.”

The voice made her whip around, coming face to face with a man with a mohawk. She’d seen how close he was to Simon when they were all outside and she was sure this was the best friend John had told her about. She wiped her eyes as her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, but she still couldn't calm down. He looked so sad when he looked at her, like he knew her, like they were friends, and this whole thing made him sad. It was pretty jarring given he was a stranger. 

“Alright, come on,” he sighed with a frown, shaking his head as he held his arms out to her. She blinked her watery eyes at him dumbly.

“What?” she squeaked out through her tears. He didn't answer her with words and instead just took a few long strides to her before wrapping her in his arms.

It caught her off guard but there was something comforting about him and she couldn't help but melt into him, allowing herself to seek comfort. The only person that had hugged her for years had been Beth and despite how she was avoiding Simon’s touch like the plague, she needed comforting now more than ever. 

She sobbed into his chest, hands balled into his t-shirt at his back as he held her close. One of his hands stroked her hair as he murmured something to her. She couldn't really understand him with his accent, she wasn't even sure if he was speaking English at this point. It still soothed her though and after far too long for her liking, her tears finally dulled to sad sniffles. His shirt was soaked with her tears and she felt her face flush once more as she reluctantly pulled away from him. He gave her a sad smile, squeezing her shoulders before he took a step back, allowing her space once more.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, shame still nipping at her.

“Don't need t’ thank me, lass. Yer family,” he replied easily, a warm smile on his face. Family . That word felt so strange to her now. She’d been so used to it just being her and Beth and now she had a family again. She tried to give him a smile back, feeling more than overwhelmed and unsure of herself.

“You want me to make ye a brew?” he asked kindly but she shook her head, swallowing thickly as she wiped at her damp cheeks.

“No… No thanks, I should get back in case Beth wakes up,” she declined politely and he nodded with another warm smile.

“Alright then. Sleep well,” he shot her another smile and she headed to the door, arms wrapped around herself as if to self soothe.

“Charlotte,” he called out before she walked through the doorway. She turned back to look at him, finding him looking at her already. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before sighing.

“If ye need anythin’, and I mean anythin’ , ye can come to me. I know you don’t know me very well, not yet at least, but ye don’t have to be alone here. I want ye to know that. You got someone fightin’ in yer corner for ye. That big fuckin’ idiot might be my best friend but… you didn’t deserve all this shit. So if ye need someone rootin’ for ye, I’m right here,” he implored, bright blue eyes burning fiercely. 

Her throat clogged up, eyes stinging with unshed tears again at his words. He didn't know her at all yet she could tell he meant his words. It touched her and sent a wave of relief through her. Simon was the only one she knew here and she couldn't go to him after everything. She couldn't trust him any more, so knowing she had someone she could go to if she needed anything was a huge relief for her. 

“Thanks…” she trailed off, realising she didn't know his name. Her head was so muddled, she couldn’t remember if John had told her back on her journey here or not.

“Johnny or Soap. Take yer pick. Fuck, ye can call me the Scottish Bastard if ye want, I won’t mind,” he shot her a lopsided grin that made her smile genuinely for the first time in hours. 

“Thanks, Johnny. It means a lot,” she murmured. He beamed at her, seemingly happy with her response and she gave him a little nod before exiting the room.

Johnny watched her go, trying to ignore the dull ache in his chest at the mess his best friend had caused. He turned to flick the kettle on, needing some shite like a chamomile tea to help him unwind before bed. He felt far too wired right now. He felt the presence before he heard it and he heaved a sigh.

“Ye want somethin’, LT?” he asked tiredly, glancing over his shoulder. Ghost stood there, gaiter on and all imposing like he usually was but Johnny spotted his tense posture right away. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his LT was about to fucking murder him.

“What’s your fuckin’ game, Johnny?” Ghost growled. His tone was harsh, harsher than Soap had ever received from him even when he was purposely trying to push his buttons. It made annoyance swell up inside the Scot as he turned to fully face the spectre haunting the kitchen.

“Excuse me?” he asked, making sure to sound as unimpressed as possible. Ghost took a step towards him and Johnny wouldn't be a liar and say it didn’t strike a little fear through him. Mostly because he could see those dark eyes peering over the mask at him and they looked absolutely fucking feral.

“That’s my fuckin’ wife you had your hands all over!” he hissed, sounding half fucking gone as he jabbed a finger in Soaps’ direction. It wasn't just jealousy he could detect in the man's tone, no, it was pure hurt.

“Is that a fuckin’ joke?! Ye think I’m makin’ moves on yer wife?!” Johnny spat, feeling like he might as well have been smacked in the face. 

Ghost’s breathing was ragged and Johnny didn't miss the glistening of his eyes. He felt almost positive his big bad LT was on the verge of breaking down and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to will himself some fucking patience to deal with the man.

“I was comfortin’ her, ye wee bawbag! Didn’t ye see her? She was a mess, a mess you caused! And I get it must be hard all this but it's hard on her too and I want her to know she’s got people that care. I want this to fuckin’ work for the both of ye, yer my best friend for Christ’s sake! I’m tryin’ to be the bridge here, the one to help guide you back together!” Johnny frowned. 

If he was honest, he felt hurt at Ghost’s implications but he also knew the normally emotionally constipated man was going through a lot right now. The beast of a man's shoulders sagged and Soap saw the switch from Ghost to Simon as he looked down, shaking his head as his fists clenched and unclenched.

“I didn't mean… I know you wouldn't, I just…” Simon couldn't seem to find his words, his voice cracking as he sucked in a painful sounding breath. 

“She won’t let me touch her. All I wanna do is hold her and I can't. And then I see you huggin’ her and I…” he trailed off with a shaky voice, nothing but pain in his words and it punched Soap in the gut. He felt for the man, he really did. Five years away from his wife and he wasn't allowed the reunion he so desperately craved. He can only imagine it would drive a man mad. 

“Well… if ye hug me then it’ll be like a second hand hug off Charlotte,” he murmured wryly, opening his arms out to him. Simon squinted at him, tilting his head as he looked at him like he’d grown another head.

“Are you fuckin’ daft?” he asked incredulously and Soap laughed lightly.

“Aye, pretty much. Now come here, ye fuckin’ shit stain,” Soap huffed, moving over to hug the man. 

Simon’s hands hung limply by his sides for what felt like a whole minute but Soap didn't relent. Finally, he heaved a long suffering sigh before wrapping his arms around Johnny and the Scot knew he needed this hug as much as Charlotte had with how tightly he was gripping him.

“I fuckin’ hate you,” Simon muttered in contempt and Soap smiled to himself.

“Nah, ye love me,” he retorted, not missing a beat. He let go after a few moments not wanting a punch to the dick for taking too long. He’d already pushed it as it was.

“It’ll all work out in the end. Just gotta be patient,” Johnny said carefully, a soft look on his face as he watched his Lieutenant roll his shoulders as if to shake the tension out of them. 

“How can you be so sure?” he asked miserably and at that moment, Soap wasn't sure if he was speaking to Ghost or Simon or maybe an odd mix of both.

“I can feel it. Ye both still love each other and I think after some time, you’ll be able to work through it all. Love like this… nothin’ can stop it,” he shrugged honestly and Simon swallowed thickly, the movement making his gaiter bob a little. 

“I hope you're right, Johnny,” he admitted quietly, a mere whisper in the kitchen as if he was scared to say it out loud. 

Johnny hoped he was right too, he hoped to all the gods to ever exist that Simon could win his wife back. If anyone deserved happiness in this world it was his LT and Johnny wanted him to get that happy ending he’d always tried to deny. The one he’d tried to run from. Like he said, nothing can stop a love like this and it had all come catching up to him now. You can't outrun fate.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x oc #simon ghost riley x oc #simon riley x oc #ghost x reader

[liesmyth]

Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity for the fanfic challenge

That's naturally the AU where Wake's ghost remains anchored to Cytherea's body and John keeps her around for information and Gideon has BOTH terrible failparents around

The title is a callback to that time John gets drunk and miserable thinking about his duplicitous sluts and teaches Wake the NZ national anthem and some Shakespeare and Eminem and they almost bond over the lost earth for a minute before she calls him a genocidal egomaniac and he calls her a child and a zealot and Gideon is just sitting there and can't even drink her tea bc she's dead

#megasilverfist #alectopause #askbox games #elle tlt posting #tlt

[bg-sparrow]

Get To Know Me Tag Game

(Thank you, @inevitablemoment!)

1) Spell your name in songs (Taking these songs from my "Smile Guaranteed" playlist - AKA songs that immediately make me go "Ooo!" and turn it up)

Everything is AWESOME!!! (feat. The Lonely Island) by Tegan and Sara

Real Gone by Sheryl Crow

I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith

Captain Hampton and the Midget Pirates! by The Aquabats

Ain't No Easy Way by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

2) Why did you choose your URL?

It has been my fanfic pen name since 2004. The first published fanfic I wrote was for the Pirates of the Caribbean fandom, and it was a ridiculous crackfic about Jack, Will, and Elizabeth running around the 21st century with me and my two best friends. When they said goodbye at the end, they each gave us a pirate name. Jack gave me the name Black Grace, so "BG Sparrow" I be! I could never part ways with it at this point.

3) What is your middle name?

Dawn. And I don't like it. Makes me feel like some braided pigtail 12-year-old in Little House on the Prairie, and that's just not my vibe. My sister won the middle name game with "Linette".

4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?

A mythical creature... I must admit, I have never been asked this. I'm boring in this way, but something humanoid. Powerful. Maybe immortal. Fairy? Yeah, let's go with fairy. I've always loved the message of how powerful belief is in Peter Pan.

5) Favorite color?

Brown. I know, right? Five-year-old me is screwing up her face screaming, "You could pick any of the gorgeous colors in the entire universe, and you picked brown?" Yeah, I did. Blues/teals/aquas have always drawn me in and still do, but brown wins out by a small margin.

6) Song you love right now?

The most recent additions to my Annual Awesome: 2023 playlist include Death Drive by junodream (My No Pines Marty anthem) and Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan. Also listening to the score for Lawmen: Bass Reeves by Chanda Dancy right now because for some reason, the scores from these Tyler Sheridan shows fuel my 1885 BttF stories like none other, and I need a new one to attach to Once Upon a Time in the North as I write it. So far so good!

7) Top four fandoms?

Back to the Future

Pirates of the Caribbean

Iron Man

National Treasure (back in the day)

8) Tag nine people

@odddelorean

@brinkle-brackle

@bri-to-the-future

@synthsays

@fiddlstyx

@marielle-heller

@additionaladdams

@mythical-bookworm

@professorsaber

#tag game #ask game #get to know me #thanks!! #i should be writing

[futureseaempress]

like look at you

Percy gives Henry a look that says he’s both regretting the decision to bring him here and that he should have known this exact scenario would play out. His eyes drift back to Liberty, like it’s painful just to look at her. “Quite the… salient name.”

“I wanted to go with Liber Tatas but my sister didn’t have a chest plate that fit,” she says with a shrug, illuminating just how broad and muscular her shoulders truly are. Henry wants to bite them. “Plus she said no one would get it.”

“Lady Liberty’s real name,” Henry supplies.

Liberty Belle smiles, big and toothy and it goes all the way to her eyes and she has a dimple in her chin and Henry is going to expire.

do you watch drag race and think: ha ha I could do that? well do I have the fanfic for you! this fic has EVERYTHING: a remix of butterfly & the national anthem. pez flirting with the bouncer to skip the line at a gay bar. henry dressed as ginger spice. alex being horny for lipstick. shattered whiskey glasses. judgmental dogs.

a cheeky little first prince drag au written by yours truly and @hypnostheory based entirely on a joke we made about Henry looking snatched to the gods and Alex looking gut bucket rotted in drag.

enjoy!!!!

#rwrb fanfic #rwrb #first prince #first prince fanfic #Alex and Henry do drag

[sotwk]

Do you have songs that remind you of Éomer? Doesn't matter at what point in his life, even AU.

Thank you for this question, my fellow (happy) sufferer of Eomer Simping Disease! <3 I wish I were better at coming up with story playlists and character theme songs for the LOTR fandom, but sadly most of my favorite music (usually pop and classic rock) doesn't quite fit the Middle-earth setting (whereas when I was writing for the Marvel fandom, I had playlists out the wazoo).

However, there are a few songs that I have found do inspire me when I write my current two Eomer x Reader fanfics, which both feature the Stallion of Rohan in love with Rohanese commoners, which leads to lots of angsty pining and "us against the world" drama:

Gorgeous (Taylor Swift) "You've ruined my life, by not being mine" - A lady so hopelessly in love with Eomer but knows she cannot have him, and can only bemoan how beautiful he is. (Isn't this all of us, really? No? Just me?)

Rewrite the Stars (from The Greatest Showman) "You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away, and out of reach from me. But you're here in my heart, so who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny?" - So normally I hate stealing songs away from the films they were intended for, but this one is just PERFECT for the angsty romance I have going for "Taken". Pretty much the entirely of the lyrics can be lines spoken by both Eomer and Reader (who is pretty much solidified as an OC in my head at this point).

Marry Me (Train) "Forever can never be long enough for me to feel like I've had long enough with you." - Okay, so this song is sappy and modern and at first listen might seem like a total misfit for Eomer. But there's something about the melody and the gentle way it's sung and the straightforward, earnest lyrics that makes me imagine this is how he would propose to the woman he loved in song.

Seven Nation Army (The White Stripes) "I'm gonna fight 'em off; A seven nation army couldn't hold me back." - This rock staple's lyrics might have a different meaning that most people don't realize, but it's such a popular sports anthem that I can't help but imagine it as something Eomer would ride into battle with along with his eored.

Anyway, these are probably not the songs you had in mind when you asked this question, but I admit to being pretty bad at this. XD I absolutely welcome any song or playlist suggestions (for Eomer or any other characters!) that anyone might think of! My music library could definitely use an expansion or refresh!

#sotwk answers #favorite songs #character playlists #eomer #eomer x reader #eomer fanfiction

[trainsinanime]

🎶👀🎇 for your ask game

From the "I'll make up the questions myself" ask game

🎶 Should your country's national anthem be changed?

Yes. I've been saying this for a while (but quietly, because nobody cares), but you can sing "Westerland" by Die Ärzte to the tune of "Ode to Joy" with just a few text alterations, and I think that would be a much better German national anthem than before.

👀 Unpopular opinion about international rail travel

I think the potential of international night trains is overrated. There is definitely a lot of potential here, no doubt. But a single train has maybe space for 320 people (for the newest ones for ÖBB, probably more in the US). Even if you double that, it's still only a small fraction of the people traveling between, say, Paris and Berlin, and with a fairly high cost per person compared to a high speed train or plane. I think it's worth capturing that fraction, but night trains by themselves are not sufficient to recapture the travel market from cheap planes.

🎇 Who would win in a fight, Rena Rouge or Lady WiFi?

Oh man, that's a question I've been thinking about for a long time. Obviously the answer is "whatever the writers decide", and I'm sure there are fanfics where they end up making out (if there are none then maybe I should write one). But their power sets are oddly well matched. Lady WiFi can appear everywhere due to the internet. Rena Rouge can appear to be everywhere. The whole worldwide network we have, with all its websites and chats and messengers and videos, isn't that all on some level a form of illusion, or alternate reality, itself? Who controls the truth in the social web? The one who controls the web, or the one who is best at creating illusions? I think that's a really fascinating thing.

[evita-shelby]

A Nelson Summer

Smut

Cw: pregnant sex, wet dreams, somnophilia, vaginal fingering, p in v sex

It hadn’t been intentional.

Jack would’ve let her finish her nap unmolested if she hadn’t murmured his name like that.

With four children and a fifth(and sixth) on the way Eva was prone to dozing off.

And jumping his bones any chance she got, eating anything sugary they had, and complaining about losing her figure again.

She’d cried petulantly for giving her a Mother’s Day gift that became his Father’s Day gift.

“Jack,” she’d murmured and then pressed herself against him, seeking out the friction like as she humps his leg like a bitch in heat. “Please, baby, fuck me.”

The witch got wet dreams sometimes, better than the nightmares he thinks. Jack wasn’t surprised to feel her cunt already soaking through the fabric of her knickers when the hand on her waist crept under her dress to confirm what he already knew.

Definitely better than the fucking nightmares by far.

She’s already cooking, might as well make use of the privacy. No nosy neighbors, the children all being taken care of by the nanny and the maids, just him and his insatiable wife in the backyard.

“So needy for daddy, aren’t you, doll?” he coos as his rubbed her pussy through the fabric. The gangster had been wanting to try this, to see how long would it last before the sleeping beauty woke up thoroughly fucked.

He’s copped a few feels before and knows she doesn’t mind him doing it. His witch won’t mind this, he thinks as he slipped the underwear aside and stroked the genie’s lamp carefully.

“So wet, so tight for me, aren’t you, doll?” doesn’t take long before his fingers are wet enough for Eva’s pussy to take them in with ease.

The sleeping beauty was not disturbed by the intrusion, in fact began to ride his hand in her sleep. Her barely coherent words turned to the moans and sighs he knows so well, he could be blind and still he’d know just where to touch his witch until she burst from the pleasure.

If he could just move into a different position, he could bury himself into her, fuck her softly until her own orgasm wakes her up.

And he does, she stirs slightly as he shifts on his side to be in the perfect position to fuck her awake.

“Such a good little whore for daddy, letting him use you like this.” Jack teased the head of his aching prick against her clit until he was sure she would feel every inch of it as he pushed inside of her warm wet pussy.

Eva's face scrunched up in pleasure and tightened around him as beautifully as if she was awake.

She was close, her eyelids fluttering and her consciousness growing in tandem with his thrusts. It wasn’t long before his name was going from a drowsy groan to broken cry and he’s spurred on when it starts to become a shout.

“Fuck, Jack, could’ve just shaken me awake.” Eva says once she’s fully woken up as he continued using her to finish himself off.

“Where’s the fun in that, sweetheart?”

#eva smith nelson #evacore #jack nelson #jack nelson fanfic #jack x eva #jack nelson x ofc #like an american #national anthem fic

[applbottmjeens]

4:44

- The BelleGraves Fanfic Archive

I'm a part-time lover, and I'm never there I find it hard to believe you don't want it to end I'll be changing my tune when you walk in the room I'll be fixing the look on my face I'm gonna get close to you, give my loving to you At least until you're going away And I know that I'm not good I'm never gonna treat you like I should

WARNING: GENERAL DEPICTIONS OF NOT THE BEST RELATIONSHIP EVER. LOTS OF ANGST. I DO NOT WRITE PHILLIP GRAVES WITH GRACE OR MERCY. THIS GUY KINDA SUCKS.

(fanfiction organized in order of occurance)

MW2 (2022-2023)

National Anthem (18+) | I'm never gonna treat you / I'm never gonna treat you like I should

West Coast Youth | I said, "Don't embarrass me, " instead of "Be mine" / That was my proposal for us to go steady

Help Me to Breathe | Letting you down every day / Why do I keep on running away?

Can you See Me Using Everything to Hold Back? | I harassed you out in Paris / "Please come back to Rome, " you make it home

I wrote your name a hundred times ... (TW: Suicidal Thoughts) | Your eyes leave with the soul that your body once housed / And you stare blankly into space

The Man Upstairs | What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate? - Coming Soon

MW3 (2023-Onward)

American Taste | I suck at love, I think I need a do-over / I will be emotionally available if I invited you over / I stew over, "What if you over my shit?"

Predecessor and Progeny | I never wanted another woman to know / Something about me that you didn't know - Coming Soon

Trial and Error | I apologize to all the women whom I toyed with your emotions

COD: ACES ♤ (Pseudo-canon)

Tommy Graves | And if my children knew / I don't even know what I would do / If they ain't look at me the same / I would prob'ly die with all the shame - Coming Soon

Namesake | My heart breaks for the day I have to explain my mistakes / And the mask goes away - Coming Soon

#phillip graves #annabelle kit pham #4:44 - Jay Z #canon x oc #canon x oc fanfic #oc x canon #phillip graves smut #phillip graves fic #bellegraves brainrot #this is about bellegraves btw

[ichi--go]

New Romantics by roseswans Published: May 21, 2024 Rating: M Status: Ongoing ♡ Summary: [post 686 canon compliant] Countless years and 2 divorces later, Ichigo and Rukia traverse life as destiny separates & brings them back together again. Only now, everything has changed. Neither are the young fools they used to be. [heartbreak is the national anthem, they sing it proudly.] ♡ Notes: this a rewrite of my 2020 fanfic Shadow of Love, posted on FF. I've moved to AO3 now, and this fanfic has long needed a decent edit/rewrite. The first chapter is already posted! I hope everyone has fun with it and please let me know your thoughts. [link to read]

#ichiruki #personal

[thebunnylord]

Best oc that became a fan favorite in my little circle of online friends

Way back during my countryhumans days, I had this cat oc named Krampus. Krampus was Austria’s cat and the story goes was that one night Austria went to a bar, got black out drunk, fell asleep and woke up to find this long haired black scruffy kitten on his bed, Austria does not own a cat, nor does he remember acquiring said cat

Krampus hates everyone and everything that wasn’t long naps in the sun or salmon treats and was basically an old man trapped in a cat’s body

Krampus once cornered Germany in the bathroom one night while Germany was staying at Austria’s house and hissed at him

Krampus hates the Canadian national anthem

Krampus used to try and trip Austria’s BLIND FATHER ON PURPOSE

Krampus hates his bell collar and ate the bell

Krampus hates Austria’s Austro-Hungarian flag that he has hung up on his bedroom ceiling and would do everything in his will power to tear it down only to get snagged and scream until someone gets him down

Krampus hates classical music and would scream while Austria-Hungary is playing the piano

Krampus stole Austria-Hungary’s eyepatches and buried them in the litter box

One time while Krampus was outside trying to avoid walking on grass, Austria saw a group of dog walkers with their five big dogs walking up the street and he yelled “get your dogs out of here! I have a cat!” And before the dog walkers could explain that their dogs were calm and won’t harm the cat, Krampus flies out of nowhere and beats the living crap out of the dogs.

During one Christmas when they had a fire in the fireplace, Krampus just sat in front of it and starred at the flames for hours

Krampus once got out and climbed a huge pine tree that had a few high voltage power lines running through it, so Austria sends Hungary to risk his life by climbing up to the top of the tree, get dangerously close to the high voltage power lines while holding onto a pillowcase with one hand and the tree in the other all while Krampus is swatting at him and hissing and biting leaving Hungary resorting to yelling “KRAMPUS!! GET IN THE BAG!!” I can’t remember if Hungary just flung Krampus in the bag, or chopped the top of the tree down to reach Krampus. I know it was heavily inspired by the time my Brother had to get his son’s cat, Chris Farley, down from a tall pine tree with high voltage wires running just below him.

When My readers found out that Krampus was put down due to cancer, they were so mad at me. Even my mom was when I told her about Krampus, she said that Cats have nine lives so why not just bring Krampus back?

When Krampus got to heaven he went “so this is heaven, I hate it.”

There was going to be a follow up story where it’s the day Austria had to put Krampus down, and at the end it showed that Austrian Empire was there in the afterlife to look after Krampus.

When I told some redditors about Krampus without saying any of the character’s names or what fandom, one of them said “I don’t know anything about your fanfic or which fandom this is but I love Krampus”

I have decided that if I get another bunny, I’m naming them Krampus.

Krampus became so popular that one of my readers included him in a oneshot and another one of my readers on Wattpad drew this fanart of Krampus

#lord bunny’s ponderings #countryhumans #countryhumans Austria #old fandoms #old headcanons #countryhumans austro-hungarian empire #headcanons #aw! kitty wants to burn down the house! #not my art #Krampus

[wistfulenchantress]

you knew i gotta start with this one hehe

25. Drop an insane piece of lore about you

i'm giving you a couple options.

basic but weird lore about me: i build lego, which nobody ever expects. i get really good grades, despite my lack of effort and brainpower. like i'm in the top ten of my class rn. i'm a world class liar, but nobody knows it because i fake lie periodically so people think they know me. i can't whistle or snap, but i can burp the national anthem. i can sing the HIGH NOTES. first soprano right here.

weird childhood backstory thing: the most insane thing i can think of in my current sleep deprived state, which is very sleep deprived, is this memory i suppressed when i was like nine and just remembered a couple weeks ago. it revolves around harry potter and ao3....

so i was perusing the internet, unsupervised, as you do, and i saw a link to an article on a site called ao3, which i assumed was a news site. the article was called "WHAT IF HARRY POTTER SWITCHED SIDES AT THE END OF BOOK 5"

little comphet innocent pre-pandemic me did not know what fanfiction was, and assumed this would be a genuine article. when i discovered it was a story, i assumed it was... not what it was.

and the first few chapters were fine. harry chooses to go with voldemort after losing sirius. dumbledore is revealed to be the true villian.

voldemort kisses harry while he is asleep and declares to himself a deep passionate love for him.... in a father way?

ok now they are kissing.

then i read like twelve pages of hardcore smut. like it was not appropriate. but at one point during it mcgonagall tells harry that she approves of the relationship, so i sort of assumed it was all fine??? idk. eventually i stopped and closed the tab and then cleared my entire search history so i wouldn't need to have a discussion with my parents.

and i did not understand how weird it was, and how like dark this whole thing was with like the underage harry and stuff. like looking back it was BAD. but i just shrugged it off and forgot until one day i was reading a wolfstar fanfic and suddenly remembered.

anyway that was prob tmi but oh well. thanks for the ask <3

[moregraceful]

top 5 ships

I love my anons...

Top 5 ships that currently taking up valuable space in my brain but are not actually otps bc I only have 2 otps and not very many people following this blog care abt The Pacific or Twin Peaks lmfao

Nico Hischier/Jonas Siegenthaler (Hockey RPF). They're married. (Timo Meier can come too if he wants but it's the Nico/Jonas that really gets me.) The important part is it's king & lionheart but they both think they're the lionheart. Nico and his big big heart and Jonas and his quiet, stalwart devotion. I hope they are having the sexiest time training in the Swiss Alps.

Nick Suzuki/Cole Caufield (Hockey RPF). This is also king & lionheart except Nick KNOWS he's the king and Cole KNOWS he's the lionheart. It's abt how the foundation of Nick's feelings is the joy he finds in Cole and the foundation of Cole's feelings is the trust he finds in Nick. Also bc someone put the It's Cole! tiktok on my dash again and I've been laughing all day. Congrats on the 8 years king.

Dana Scully/Monica Reyes (The X-Files). I was just thinking abt them. My queer moms who quite literally raised me bc the first fanfic I ever read that wasn't cishet fic was Scully/Reyes and it rewired my entire brain. WAIT SO WOMEN CAN FALL IN LOVE TOO 🤨🤨 I said at the tender age of uhhh probably 11 and thus began a journey that has continued well into the rest of my life. This is only not an otp bc I sometimes fall victim Mulder/Scully for nostalgic reasons.

Ack-Ack/Hillbilly (The Pacific). I was thinking abt them recently too, do not know why. Technically an otp except I sometimes forget they exist. Literally like...those are two dads. Those are two dads who in another life retired early from the USMC to live on a peach orchard in Virginia and work as national park rangers and drink coffee in the mornings on their porch after their morning run. I can't talk anymore about them or I will go crazy.

Tony Kemp/Mike Yastrzemski (Baseball RPF). A couple nights ago I was like I wonder if Yas will opt out of Pride gear (I have anxiety bc he is a nepo baby) and then I was like well he can opt out of Pride gear but he can't opt out of having a committed and intense longtime friendship with Tony Kemp nor can he opt out of having at one point knelt for the anthem. So. Regardless of if he wishes to be associated with us, we have already read him as an ally. Also he probably kissed Tony on the mouth like, at least once.

Thank you for asking 🙏

#5.5. the uat (unresolved academic tension) between me and 100pgs of reading i have put off all day #it's tense. it's fraught. and it's real. #thank you for asking!! #cage replies #anon #the way i changed my blog username and didn't bother to change any tag indicators of the old username....lmfao