#YES i put brazil once again and so what

[lewisvinga]

around the world | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; influencer y/n decides to do the trend of showing off her outfits with lewis as they traveled around the world.

warnings; none ??

word count; 815

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested! this was longer than expected😭😭

masterlist !

“Okay, ready?” Y/n questions after setting up her phone on the desk in their room. They were currently in their hotel room in Las Vegas, almost ready to leave for the opening of the Las Vegas Grand Prix when she got the idea to shoot the tiktok.

“Wait, what do I do again?” Lewis asked with a chuckle, smoothing down the long black coat he wore on top of a black top with a deep v-neck.

“I showed you like 20 times, Lew.”

“Was too distracted by your pretty face.”

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes, ignoring the blush on her face as she holds one hand out. “Just clap my hand while crossing your legs at the same time.” She explains while copying the motion.

Since they were known as a fashionable couple who always matched, she wore a similar outfit to his but in a dress form. She wore a midi tight black dress with a v-neck and a matching black coat. They both wore their matching pearl necklaces from Valentino and even had matching sunglasses. She of course had her black mini Kelly in hand, an anniversary gift from him from a couple years prior.

“Ready, Lew?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, gorgeous.”

Y/n puts on the countdown and takes a couple steps back to make sure their full outfits are in the frame. The moment the song began, she held her hand out and Lewis did exactly what she explained to him.

“Perfect, now I just gotta remember when we go to Abu Dhabi.”

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“Okay, now we do the same but in these outfits,” Y/n explains again, adjusting her phone in his driver's room. Fortunately, she was quick to remember to record the next part of her TikTok.

They both wore baggy red pants but Lewis wore a white Mercedes shirt while she just wore a plain white blouse with a white Lady Dior in hand.

“Same thing as last week, right?” He asked with a smile as she began the timer.

“Exactly!” She nods in reply, her smile matching his. The song began to play and they copied the same movement they did the week before. Once it was over, she quickly grabbed her phone to check the footage. “Oh, this is gonna be amazing once we finish!”

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“Roscoe, sit,” Lewis tells the bulldog who wore a wide smile. They both watch as Y/n props up her phone on the front porch of their home in England.

The ground was white with snow and the sky let more snowflakes fall. They were wearing layers upon layers due to the freezing temperatures. Of course, they had matching navy blue jackets, and even Roscoe wore a matching vest. Their pants were both black but he wore black boots while she opted for navy boots.

She adjusts the grey scarf she wore that matches his as she starts the timer. “Roscoe, smile for the camera!” She exclaimed, rushing over to stand on the other side of the dog.

Roscoe was seemingly posing as the song began once again, and again Lewis and Y/n did the same movement.

“Roscoe is gonna look so good in that one!” He lets out a laugh, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he bends down to pet his bulldog’s head.

“He’s such a good boy, aren’t you, Roscoe?”

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“Ending it with Brazil?”

“To let the fans know it’s our honeymoon.” Y/n replies in a ‘duh’ tone. She smiled at him and glanced at their matching outfit once again. Lewis had decided to take his braids out and wear his natural curls for the summer, something he usually does when he isn’t racing.

His honey-brown curls were tied into a low bun and covered by a blue hat. He wore an oversized yellow Nike shirt and an earth-green tone pair of baggy pants. Y/n opted for wearing a skirt the same color and a blue Christian Dior tote bag instead of the cap. She also wore a yellow Nike top but it was fitted instead of loose.

It was one of her favorite outfits in one of their favorite countries. Brazil was always special to him and it became special to her, hence their honeymoon location.

“Okay, last one, and be ready!” She exclaims, pressing the countdown once again.

Lewis couldn’t help but stare at her with adoration in his eyes and a loving smile as they did the same moves for the last part of her video. He can already see all the comments they’d get on how he stared at her but he honestly couldn’t care.

He zoned out as he watched Y/n get excited over the video. He was eternally grateful that he was able to go around the world with his wife by his side.

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton scenarios #lewis hamilton imagine #when i open requests imma need more lewis requests

[mari-writes]

🦉🐈‍⬛

“Are you sure about this? You know I’ll support you not matter what. But dude, you’re definitely good enough to go pro!”

Kuroo glances at Bokuto, seated next to him at the bar. His friend is looking down into his drink, brow furrowed, shoulders drooping slightly. He sighs. “Yes, I’m sure. I have other things I want to do.”

Bokuto nods silently, still looking a bit dejected. And Kuroo understands. He really does. Their final university tournament is fast approaching. After that series of games, they’ll be focused on exams, job interviews, and preparing to move out.

The two of them had shared a university, including a bunch of classes, a volleyball team, and even a living space for the past few years. Their lives had intertwined so much so that Bokuto became more than just a “second best friend.”

He’s more like a brother now.

But their futures are finally heading in opposite directions, and Kuroo can admit—it’s a bit daunting. Emotions are running high. “It’s not like I won’t be involved in volleyball,” he adds. “I couldn’t stay away even if I tried. But I think I want to work from behind the scenes from now on.”

Bokuto’s mouth twitches into a smile. “You DO have a lot of options, don’t you?” Kuroo had double majored in Biology and Marketing & Communications, all while maintaining his spot on the team. He had been unanimously voted captain in his final year, of course choosing Bokuto as his vice. College had been crazy, but a good kind of crazy, for the most part.

“I want to keep ‘lowering the net,’” Kuroo says. “I want to get as many people interested in volleyball as I can.”

Bokuto’s grin turns toothy. He leans in to clank their glasses together. “Now THAT’S what I’m talking about!" They both take a long swig. The liquor burns Kuroo’s throat briefly before a warm, fuzzy feeling settles into his chest.

“You know, I’m really glad we were here together.” Bokuto’s voice is lowered, just loud enough to be heard over the din. Kuroo shifts on his stool, but stays silent, allowing his friend to continue. “It was… hard to accept that Keiji wouldn’t be continuing volleyball after high school. And even harder when he chose a different college.”

Kuroo nods in understanding. While it hadn’t been a surprise that Kenma announced he’d be choosing another path, it was still difficult to accept.

“I don’t think I could’ve done it without you here, Kuroo!”

Frowning, Kuroo reaches to punch his friend lightly in the arm. “Oi!” He tuts. “Stop that. Or else I’m gonna tell on you to your boyfriend. I know for a fact that Akaashi hates when you cut yourself down!” Bokuto just shrugs. “C’mon, Bo. You would’ve been fine. Great, even. I mean, aside from maybe Chibi-chan, you’re the best at making friends. You make your biggest rivals want to cheer for you!”

“Hey, Hinata’s not so ‘Chibi’ anymore!” Bokuto chuckles. “Have you seen his latest photos from Brazil? My disciple is turning into an absolute beast!”

They both laugh, and Kuroo relaxes. He’d been pretty worried about telling Bokuto about his plans. But now that it’s done, he finally feels at peace. “You’re going to go far with volleyball,” he declares, raising his glass once again. “I just know it. But someday you might want to put that Education degree to use, too. Hit me up when that happens, okay?”

Bokuto’s smile is blinding. “Yeah!” He nods enthusiastically. “We could coach at a school, or put a volleyball camp together or something!”

Kuroo winks. “Now THAT sounds like a solid plan.”

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I’ve been thinking about Kuroo and Bo’s friendship a lot lately, especially since I saw that leaked sketch of them leading a kids' volleyball camp together. It’s just so special to me. 🥺❤️ Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please comment and share!

#bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #bokuroo friendship #bokuaka #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #my writing #drabble #ficlet

[petit-papillion]

It might be me but lately all videos I’ve seen of Charles he’s basically getting mobbed. Maybe it was always like this but it seems extreme. The other day Alexandra walked away from the cafe on her own and Charles picked her up from the side of the road a bit away from the cafe because the cafe/car was once again completely surrounded by people. I hope he starts either taking a bodyguard around or just stops stopping so much for people because the constant mobbing seems terrible

No, it's definitely not always been like this. And I think that especially in Monaco there has been an increase in fan presence, with last year people absolutely crossing the line by harassing him at his home. From an interview with Monaco-matin last May:

Now granted, when he goes to lunch with Alex and Leo at what is basically a tourist attraction and sits out on the terrace for the world to see, he should expect there to be a crowd. Not condoning people crowding him the way they do, but he should know beforehand this will not be an easy in and out.

The same goes for when he is in Maranello, especially when Charles himself has said that's where he will be, you can expect there to be fans outside the factory.

In some hotels it's been getting extreme (I can't quite recall whether it was last year or the year before in Mexico or Brazil that it got quite crazy already), but I think that also is a matter of the hotels needing to manage this better. In Montreal there are a lot of fans, but they have them outside, with barriers, so the drivers can go up to them and sign in peace (or go straight in if they're tired). Versus what we just saw in Shanghai where Charles was driven to the point where he batted away someone shoving a mini helmet in his face to get signed. I've NEVER seen him do something like that before. And he should just not be put in the position where he is being mobbed like that in a hotel lobby.

So yes, while some of these situations could be resolved by hotels being better prepared, Charles could also do with a bodyguard. Or at the very least, ask the fans to leave him alone at certain times, like when he's having dinner in Monaco. I think he may be reluctant to do the latter, because he does go to a lot of promotional events as well, and then he wants to be seen/photographed for his personal brand and/or a sponsor. Plus let's face it: he also loves all the attention, knows it won't last forever, and never forgets how much it means to fans to meet him or get his autograph/selfie.

#personally i would love for him to get a massive human for a bodyguard #and then have charles give leo to him #while he signs autographs #i'd pay to see a big bulky man twice the size of charles #holding leo in one hand and protecting charles from pushy fans with the other #seriously though #i do think it's getting a little hairy for charlea at times #and it only takes accidentally ticking off an onsessive fan once #for something awful to potentially happen to him #not something anyone wants to think about #but he should seriously get protection at this point #charles leclerc #about charles and fame #anon ask

[dizzyduck44]

Monza Musings

Some of the comments online following that race. Where do we even start.

I can’t work out if they are new fans who don’t fully understand the sport yet or people who just ignore facts because they are angry.

Yes the Max Verstappen show is getting boring, other fans struggle to find the motivation to watch the races anymore and the sport can’t survive on the fans of one team alone. It was the same when Mercedes dominated, the first Red Bull domination, during the McLaren domination, the Schumacher domination and the Williams domination (though I can barely remember that one). It’s not great for the sport outright.

What I will say though is I do remember in virtual every other situation it was a team or a couple of teams winning. I’ve not see a single driver in a team make the car look unbeatable while his teammate has floundered, so kudos to Max for that.

This new generation at McLaren have always prioritised team. “Let your teammate past”, split strategy, Carlos’ first podium was because Lando let him past, Lando’s first podium required Carlos to let him past. Their last win was a hold position order. It is how McLaren operate.

Yes in teams the lead driver normally gets pit preference but sometimes they don’t want to pit first. Some times the data shows the lead driver will come out in traffic whilst the second driver would come out in clear air and undercut a rival. As a team are you meant to not take that advantage to save a drivers feelings?

Yesterday the timing shows Lando overtook Oscar in the pits, he was approaching the corner at full speed on warmer tyres. He was ahead going into the corner. I’m giving Oscar the rookie benefit of the doubt that he didn’t calculate all that but just wanted to keep the place and Lando had given him space so he thought what he did was acceptable. It wasn’t. I’ve seen lots of people say that it should never have happened if they pitted Oscar first but very few ready to admit he was in the wrong.

Go back to quali even Oscar admitted the only time he was quicker than Lando all weekend was the last run in Q3. He thought he was having a poor weekend. Lando’s call for Oscar to pick up the pace was justified and Tbf Oscar did pick up the pace, proving Lando’s point. The car could do it, Oscar just wasn’t at that point.

Can we stop acting as if losing to a Williams is embarrassing. That belittles all the hard work that team had put in, the improvements they have made and how well Alex is driving it. Williams were once a world beating team. There is no reason to suspect they will never be competitive again.

Again the hate that Lewis can’t race wheel to wheel. In a race that saw Ferrari on Ferrari and McLaren on McLaren crime, as well as 3 other drivers getting the same penalty for the same thing, all the hate falls on Lewis. It’s like Brazil Sprint 2021 doesn’t exist, 20th to 5th in a handful of laps and that was just one occasion he has shown it. Anyone who tells me Lewis can’t race wheel to wheel I know is letting emotion override sense.

#italian gp 2023 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1blr #max verstappen #red bull racing #mclaren f1 #oscar piastri #lando norris #williams f1 #alex albon #lewis hamilton

[black-arcana]

Ex-NIGHTWISH Members TARJA TURUNEN And MARKO HIETALA Announce September 2024 European Tour

Following a triumphant series of performances in South America with several sold-out gigs where Marko Hietala joined Tarja Turunen as a special guest, the two former NIGHTWISH members are set to captivate European audiences with their enthralling collaboration.

The European trek, which will kick off in September in Germany, promises to be an unforgettable experience as these two familiar voices reunite on stage once again.

Tarja recently released her first greatest-hits album "Best Of Tarja - Living The Dream". Her live show will feature a selection of songs from her career, also found on "Best Of", including fan favorites and her own personal picks.

Adding to the excitement, Marko and Tarja recently collaborated on the duet single "Left On Mars", which received widespread acclaim.

Marko will perform his own songs with his band before joining Tarja on stage for a night that promises to be nothing short of memorable.

Expectations are high as the duo continues to delight fans with both old and new songs, building on the success of their South American tour.

Tarja and Marko's "Living The Dream Together Tour 2024" European dates:

Sep. 08 - DE Berlin - Huxleys Neue Welt Sep. 09 - DE Bremen - Aladin Music Hall Sep. 10 - DE Saarbrücken - Garage Sep. 12 - DE Leipzig - Hellraiser Sep. 13 - DE Hamburg - Grünspan Sep. 14 - DE Herford - Kulturwerk Sep. 16 - NL Groningen - De Oosterpoor Sep. 17 - NL Utrecht - Tivoli Vredenburg (Ronda) Sep. 18 - DE Bochum - Matrix Sep. 20 - DE Ulm - Roxy Sep. 21 - DE Obertraubling - Eventhall Airport Sep. 23 - DE Frankfurt - Batschkapp Sep. 24 - DE München - Backstage Sep. 25 - CH Pratteln - Z7

Earlier this month, Hietala was asked by El Planeta Del Rock if there is any chance of him and Turunen launching a new project together. He responded: "I won't close that option off. We haven't talked about it, putting up a group together or anything like that. But at the moment, it seems that we've got a different kind of connection than it was [in the] past. Because then the camps were really divided already when I stepped into [NIGHTWISH]. And it was hard to find the truth of things, because a lot of it was like a managerial turf war where we got told certain things by one side and told certain things by the other side and lots of confusion — blah, blah, blah — and in the end, yeah, what we already realized a few years back when we were all together there doing the Christmas shows in Finland that after all the hassle has died and the noise has died and everything, you still find out that you lost a friend. And that was the main [reason] why we are basically doing this together again."

In a recent interview with Thiago Rahal Mauro of Brazil's Metal Musikast, Tarja spoke about what it was like to team up with Marko to perform a cover of "The Phantom Of The Opera" during their special open-air concert in July 2023 at Z7 Summer Nights in Pratteln, Switzerland. Tarja and Marko both played individual sets at the event, with their rendition of the main theme from Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical coming during Turunen's portion of the show.

"I got a call from a promoter to take part in one festival in Switzerland last year in a European summertime in July," Tarja said. "And then I got to know, when I had accepted to be the artist of the evening, then I saw that they had also invited Marko and Marko's band to perform in the same festival. So I thought, 'Hmm.' And I was actually sending a message that I wished to reach Marko, because I didn't have his contact any longer, to ask him to perform with me 'The Phantom Of The Opera' in my show. And he responded 'yes.' So, after 18 years [laughs], we were about to sing the song together. And it was super exciting. It was really beautiful. The people got very emotional about this.

"We had met already before — we had been singing on a few occasions in Finland a few years before — so we kind of cleaned the table on that occasion already," she explained. "So we were in good terms, so to say, but now singing 'The Phantom Of The Opera' together after all these years was amazing."

Tarja also elaborated on her friendship with Marko, saying: "It's a new relationship with him, because he's not the same person anymore than he was in the band. He has changed a lot, and many years have passed by. I've changed myself. Life has changed us. So it is a new relationship, let's say. And it had made me very happy to get to know him better after all these years."

Last November, Tarja admitted to Chaoszine that she was "nervous" before performing "The Phantom Of The Opera" with Marko at Z7 Summer Nights. "I believe that he was nervous as well to meet up with me, but we were both very excited to go back to the stage and to sing the song," she said. "We sang 'Phantom Of The Opera' in Switzerland for the first time. Then we went over to Finland to perform it again, did a show together there — he with his band and me with my own. Wow. It was pure emotion. I think it was really beautiful, but it made me kind of… I was, like, 'I'm in peace,' sort of. The feeling was great. I think it was even more for Marko, because I saw him standing there after my concert, when I finished my set, and he came like almost in tears, saying that this was important. We reconnected, and it's great."

Turunen was fired from NIGHTWISH at the end of the band's 2005 tour by being presented with an open letter which was published on the NIGHTWISH web site at the same time. In the letter, the other members of NIGHTWISH wrote: "To you, unfortunately, business, money, and things that have nothing to do with emotions have become much more important."

NIGHTWISH keyboardist and main songwriter Tuomas Holopainen later called the decision to part ways with Turunen "the most difficult thing I ever had to do." For her part, Tarja said the way she was kicked out of the group proved that her former bandmates were not her friends. "Maybe one day I'll forgive, but I will never forget," she said.

In 2019, Turunen dismissed Internet chatter about her possible return to NIGHTWISH after her December 2017 onstage reunion with the band's then-bassist/vocalist Hietala during a "Raskasta Joulua" concert in Hämeenlinna, Finland.

"I know a lot of fans would love to see something happen, but it's a very long distance away," she told Kerrang! magazine. "Personally, I don't see anything happening with me and them, to be perfectly honest. Marko came a little later into the band; he wasn't there since the beginning. He was always a guy I was close to. Me and Tuomas Holopainen, however, haven't seen each other in a long time… but we have been in touch. It's not bad. The past is what it is; we can't change that. We can only change the future."

NIGHTWISH's authorized biography, "Once Upon a Nightwish: The Official Biography 1996-2006", was published in Finnish in 2006 and in English three years later.

Turunen's husband, Marcelo Cabuli, and his business partners later sued the parties behind the book for defamation. Named in the lawsuit were the publishing house Like Kustannus Oy and the author of the book, Marko "Mape" Ollila. Cabuli and his Brazilian business partners argued that the book includes false accusations and insinuations that have caused them suffering and financial problems.

The book blamed Cabuli for the events leading up to Turunen's dramatic expulsion from the band in late 2005.

In 2011, the Helsinki District Court dismissed Cabuli's lawsuit, ruling that the book — which criticized Cabuli on only a few of its 380 pages — did not detrimentally affect his work or reputation in South America. In addition, the court determined that Ollila did not maliciously portray Cabuli in a negative light.

Nearly two years ago, Tarja was asked in an interview with Top Link Music manager and concert promoter Paulo Baron and music critic Regis Tadeu if she would consider doing a tour with NIGHTWISH if all of her former bandmates apologized to her about how their split happened and invited her to share the stage with them again. She responded: "It is very, very hypothetical that all what you said will happen, first of all — it's very, very hypothetical.

"I'm living in a world, like we are all living in a world, that things happen without us noticing," she continued. "I mean, I can't really close any doors in that sense; I'm not that kind of person any longer. I learned so many things in this life already. I take them as they are.

"So I don't know. It would be very hypothetically possible," she added. "It would be unlikely to happen."

Hietala announced his departure from NIGHTWISH in January 2021, explaining in a statement that he hadn't "been able to feel validated by this life for a quite a few years now." He has since been replaced by session bassist Jukka Koskinen (WINTERSUN),who made his live debut with NIGHTWISH in May 2021 at the band's two interactive experiences.

In an August 2022 interview with Finland's Chaoszine, Hietala revealed that he went through a dark period in his life, which included depression, insomnia, anxiety and an eventual attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) diagnosis. Speaking about how he eventually came to the realization that exiting NIGHTWISH was the right thing to do, Marko said: "It was a long process. Of course, the COVID year that was there, where I had a lot of time for soul searching, it obviously gave me the last incentive that I need something else, that if I just continue with this I'm just gonna get sicker and sicker. But, of course, it's a process.

"I've been chronic depressive since 2010 [or] 2011, so I've been on a permanent medication ever since," he revealed. "Sometimes you get used to the meds [and] you will need more. We did raise [the dosage] during the years also, but it just didn't work. And now that I started to do… I had psychotherapy for over four years now, and then I also talked to psychiatrists and some doctors and did that also in Spain. Then my psychiatrist here in Finland said that I should do these ADHD neuropsychological tests, which I then did in Spain. And, okay, I got it."

Hietala reiterated that he "had been thinking about" leaving NIGHTWISH "for a while" before making the final decision. "Because I had a lot of weight. And I tend to… With the attention disorder, it tells me that when there are lots of trouble, then the disorder makes it into a real chaos," he explained. "There's a shitload of stuff coming and going and no peace anywhere. And for a year or two, I was already waking up every night at three o'clock to bad dreams and anxiety. So I'd say that the whole process probably started already with my former divorce [in 2016]. That was a very sad time when you think about your kids and your broken homes and all that. And then, when I started to get clear from that, then there were, well, all kinds of things. I don't really wanna go any deeper to what kind of things I'd gone through, but I'd gone through enough."

Acknowledging that making NIGHTWISH's latest studio album, 2020's "Human. :II: Nature.", was a "difficult" experience for him, Marko denied that his mental state at the time resulted in a diminished role for him on the final LP. "I think the original idea was to have that… we'll do a couple of [solo vocal appearances], or one solo for me and Troy [Donockley], and the rest Floor [Jansen], and then the harmonies; that was the idea originally for that," he said. "So I don't know if it affected. I think it was sort of as planned. But at that time I already had serious trouble with concentrating and serious trouble with a constant black cloud over my head."

In July 2022, Hietala told Finland's Iltalehti that he had not kept in touch with NIGHTWISH since his departure or followed the activities of his former band.

In May 2021, Holopainen said that Hietala's decision to leave NIGHTWISH "came as a bit of a surprise." He told Finland's Kaaos TV: "Marko informed us in December [of 2020 that he was leaving the band]. And even though he has been very open about his state and problems during the past years, it still came as a bit of a surprise for us. So it was a really tough pill to swallow. And for a few days, I was actually quite confident that there's no coming back, that this is it. I remember talking to Emppu [Vuorinen], the guitar player, and we were, like, 'You think this is it?' 'Yeah, I think this is it.' I mean, enough is enough. So much has happened in the past. Something that broke the camel's back, as they say. Then, after some time had passed — a few days — we started to think that it's been such a ride of 25 years, with so many ups also, that this is not the way to end it."

Tuomas elaborated on NIGHTWISH's reasons for carrying on, saying: "I think we still have something to give, and that's the main point. The music is still there. We felt that there's still so much music that needs to come out from this band that, 'Okay, let's give it one more shot.' And then finding the new bass player was really easy."

He added: "It's not like we do this just because we need to do it and there's nothing else to do. On a personal level, I feel that there's still so many stories and melodies that I want to share with the world with one lineup or another, so that's why you want to continue and keep on going.

"I've said this a million times, that a lineup change is the ultimate energy vampire, and that's how it really felt and still feels."

In June 2021, Jansen spoke about Hietala's exit from the band in an episode of her "Storytime" YouTube video series. She said: "That was a very sudden surprise that, of course, was not fun at all. But we understand — I understand — it was a necessary thing for him to do. And from there, we had to think of how to continue without him, and that also, in preparations towards the virtual show, that was a huge challenge."

In December 2020, Hietala was crowned the winner of the fall 2020 season of "Masked Singer Suomi" — the Finnish edition of the popular masked singing contest. He was disguised as Tohtori — the Doctor.

Photo courtesy of Nuclear Blast Records

#marko hietala #tarja turunen

[leclercarchive]

I: So we've established since Mexico that you're better at chess than Pierre Gasly?

Charles: I am! [talking to Hamilton: oh yeah we have to play for sure] I am better than him

I: He claims that you won one game and now you're telling everyone in social media and feels that it's a bit unfair

C: Yeah but we only played once, I won 100% of the times which is a good record to have but i'm sure we'll have many more chances to play together

I: Tell us more about what you got up to on Tuesday

C: Oh yes, Ayrton is my one and only idol I've ever had, and the fundation, the family, invited me at the fundation in São Paulo , also got the chance to see the car he raced in, a few helmets. it was very emotional and the family has been welcoming me in the best way possible. Viviana has been explaining to me many stories and also the stories of the helmetes and the cars in there. It was a very special moment for me for sure

I: How comfortable are you to get a hat-trick of pole position?

C: It's always nice, but at the same time, for me it matters the most on Sundays. And at the time we don't really have the car in order to make those pole positions a win, or at least a really good result on Sunday so we really have to work in that and thats where we all are focusing at the moment. We still have work to do, id be amazing to be on pole but id rather have a win than a pole this weekend

I: Do you think the harder tyres compounds here in Brazil compared to Mexico could help you win the race?

C: I don't think it has a big influence in our perfomance, i think its more down to the track characteristics. But again I think its very difficult to put it this weekend, specially in sprint weekends, FP1 is super important, its very easy to put a foot in the wrong direction, if thats a good expression? - And then the whole weekend you cant recover if you make a mistake in fp1 with the setup so i'ts going to be super imporant to have a strong FP1 and hopefully that'll be a positive weekend for us

#charles leclerc #f1 #brazilian gp 2023 #interview

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 7 - Christmas

Sherlock had been shot and Mycroft’s heart plummeted for a moment, but Anthea was in constant contact with the hospital and it seemed he was well on his way to making a full recovery. John, Mary and Bethany were all there to make sure he was okay and the mention of Bethany was in fact the only reason he didn’t go to the hospital himself.

The dreaded phone call to their parents was something Mycroft should have been well used to by now, but somehow it never got easier. He explained the situation and tried to do so calmly, but they were his parents and would never react well to Sherlock being shot.

Mycroft knew about Mary and the fact that she had once been a freelance mercenary, came as a marginal shock, he’d never seen the faces of A.G.R.A. but knew that Lady Smallwood had been the one to deal with them, until of course everything went wrong and they stopped using freelancers.

His main concern had been Bethany and how much she liked Mary, he couldn’t have been sure that she wasn’t in any danger, but while there was a possibility, he would remain watchful.

Mycroft thought on the night they shared for months after that, all the way up to Christmas when his mother had insisted that they spend Christmas Eve until Boxing Day at his parents house. He groaned and said he wouldn’t be able to stay over Christmas Eve, but he would stay Christmas Day to Boxing Day.

‘Fine, but you will spend some time with your family.’ His mother said, sternly, not that she needed to be, but she could be very persuasive. ‘Now, what about this woman that’s coming?’

‘Mary?’ Mycroft frowned, lifting his gaze from his desk momentarily. ‘What about her?’

‘No, not Mary.’ She tutted. ‘Bethany. Sherlock said she would be here over Christmas as her parents are in Brazil. I told him he simply needed to bring her round, it’s no good spending Christmas alone.’

Mycroft felt his whole being groan internally. He sighed and took a deep breath recomposing himself, but he’d taken too long to reply.

‘Well, that’s that then,’ she was almost smiling. ‘You’ll come and see her and tell her how you feel and finally we’ll get to spend some time with both our sons.’

‘How I feel? And how is that? I didn’t check.’ Mycroft said, sarcastically.

‘Mikey! Now, stop it!’ It was a misjudged step on his part. ‘Don’t be such a prude. You’ll turn up and you’ll be the epitome of a gentleman and that’s that. Do I make myself clear?’

Mycroft sighed again. ‘Of course.’ He conceded, there was no point arguing with his mother, she’d always get her way.

Once he’d put the phone down, Mycroft ran his hand over his face and sat back in his chair. He’d managed to avoid speaking with Bethany for months, he’d kept an eye on her and Sherlock had told him how she was doing in school, but that was pretty much it. She was working on an assignment that she needed to head to Bart’s for, Mycroft had ensured that there just so happened to be an expert in forensic research there for her to question if need be. He hoped she didn’t find out.

‘Everything alright, sir?’ Anthea wandered in to collect some files he’d been reading over.

‘Fine.’ He grumbled. ‘Please cancel my appointment on the morning of 26th, I have been summoned home.’

‘Yes, sir.’ She said and left him immediately, though he didn’t appreciate the slight grin she had on her face. ‘Oh, also we’ve sent flowers to Lady Smallwood as consolation for her husband’s suicide.’

‘Yes, fine.’ He said, not caring in the slightest, but being grateful that Anthea did her job well.

Mycroft had sent Bethany a brief text that morning, he preferred to prepare her for Christmas and give her an excuse not to go if she felt uncomfortable.

I suppose I shall be seeing you for Christmas. It is unfortunate that your parents are not around for you to spend the day with them, though I’m sure my mother will make you feel welcome nonetheless. – MH

It was a while before she replied.

Merry Christmas to you too. – BW

It was hard to decipher whether she was being sarcastic or not, but she wasn’t by nature a cruel woman, so he preferred to think she was just being kind regardless of her true feelings.

It then came time to think about whether he should have gotten her a gift or not. Mycroft wasn’t good at that sort of thing, but she wasn’t just anyone, she was everything he believed he couldn’t have.

The time leading up the Christmas Day was busy and irritating and everything Mycroft didn’t need it to be. He was agitated and annoyed and nothing was going his way. Magnusson was unusually quiet and it unnerved Mycroft, he was up to something and he didn’t like it.

Mycroft had a car drop him off at his parent’s house in the countryside at eight in the morning sharp, he feared the wrath of his mother should he have turned up a minute later.

‘Mikey!’ She came out of the house, very pleased to see him and gave him her usual motherly hug and kiss on both cheeks. ‘It’s good to see you, my boy. Come on inside, it’s ghastly out here.’

Mycroft entered into the loving home his parents had always kept and heard the sound of laughing coming from the kitchen. He felt his heart drop when he saw the distinctive dark frizzy hair belonging to Bethany, he knew his gaze lingered too long when even his mother started chuckling.

‘Behave, won’t you, Mikey.’ She said, as he hung his coat up next to the grey one he recognised. ‘She’s smart, that girl of yours, very smart indeed-‘

‘She’s not “my girl” I don’t care what story Sherlock has invented.’ Mycroft said sternly.

‘Well, she won’t be with that attitude.’ His mother didn’t appreciate his tone at all. ‘I’ll admit, she’s a little younger than I thought, but very mature and has a wonderful sense of humour.’ Mycroft begged his mother to get to the point with his sigh. ‘Come through and have some tea, will you?’

Mycroft sighed and prepared himself for what would be a difficult couple of days. He followed his mother through to the kitchen and found his father telling Bethany a story that had her full attention. She was stunning as usual in her black leggings and loose, cream cable knit jumper, well-worn from the looks of the frayed edges and loose threads, but she looked warm and comfortable and he supposed that was as good as he could have hoped for.

‘Merry Christmas, Mycroft.’ John said, standing to one side. He hadn’t even noticed he was there until he spoke.

‘Merry Christmas, John.’ Mycroft smiled politely, but he could see the slight grin on his face. Rolling his eyes, Mycroft gathered that just about everyone knew about the way he felt for Bethany.

‘Morning Mycroft.’ Mary said, trying to squeeze past him. Mycroft stepped aside, behind where Bethany was sitting to accommodate her and smiled politely again.

‘Sit down, Mikey,’ his mother ushered him, indicating the free seat next to Bethany, luckily, she was still engaged in conversation with his father. ‘Mary, over here darling, don’t exert yourself too much.’

Mycroft begrudgingly took the seat next to Bethany, hating the looks he was being given by everyone around him, including Sherlock who was grinning in the corner.

‘…but to be honest, I’d always preferred the line dancing.’ His father finished his story, making Bethany laugh. ‘Anyway, good morning, Mycroft, it’s good to see you.’

‘And you, apologies I couldn’t make it last night, work was somewhat demanding.’ Mycroft tried to make an excuse, but his father knew better.

‘Not me you have to apologise to, dear boy.’ He chuckled standing up to help his wife.

Bethany hadn’t looked at him, but he was only half sure who his father was talking about, his mother or Bethany.

‘Beth, have you finished your assignment yet?’ Mary asked, after Mycroft took a little too long to talk.

‘No, I was going to do a little work on it today when I get time.’ Bethany replied, sipping her tea. ‘How are you Mycroft?’ She asked when everyone’s attention was elsewhere.

‘Fine, and yourself?’ He tried to be nice and somewhat inviting as his mother set down some more tea.

‘Same as always.’ Bethany’s smile was entirely hypnotising. She looked good, she looked healthy and happy and up for another adventure. Her frizzy hair had been trimmed, making it look just a little wilder than normal, but it only served to amplify her bright features.

The morning went on and everyone listened to his parents tell stories from their holidays and other things they’d done with their retirement. Bethany leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea and Mycroft watched her at any moment he thought he could get away with it. She told a few stories of her own around her time hiking in Austria, despite already having heard the stories, Mycroft listened to those ones with greater interest.

For the rest of the morning, John and Mary had gone for a short walk with his father while Bethany did a little work on her assignment. Mycroft had yet to move from sitting next to her but needed to do some of his own work for an hour or two.

‘Right, well why don’t you two take it into the dining room, it’ll be quieter in there.’ His mother suggested.

Mycroft wasn’t exactly sure if it was a trap or not, but then he never was certain about his mother’s intentions. However, Bethany smiled, grabbing her laptop, books and her cup of tea and headed through to the dining room to work. His mother gave him an insistent glance and he supposed he had no choice.

Bethany was already typing away when he entered, her thick-rimmed glasses were clearly the wrong prescription because she was squinting at the screen. He thought about pointing it out.

He settled opposite her and began working through his list of things to check. On occasion he would look up and see her concentrating on something in a textbook, she tapped her pen lightly against her lip, an unconscious move that had him replaying the kiss they shared, his thumb grazing the same lip and how soft it had been. Mycroft tried not to allow himself too many moments to indulge, but finally he’d had enough.

He stood up and went to his coat pocket, taking out a small box, gift wrapped in white paper with black ribbon. Mycroft made sure his mother was still fussing over Sherlock before returning to the dining room where Bethany had just finished her tea, about to dive into another paragraph in her assignment.

Mycroft placed the box beside her and returned to his seat. Bethany watched him with a slightly confused smile.

‘A Christmas present?’ She knew she didn’t need to ask.

‘It’s tradition.’ Mycroft said, nonchalantly as if this wasn’t incredibly important to him.

Bethany just laughed, shaking her head and picked up the small white box, she unwrapped it with some precision and Mycroft could feel his heart in his mouth with every movement.

He watched her open the box towards her and stare down, her face for a moment was expressionless and he thought he might have let world swallow him up. Bethany finally looked up at him and he could see her eyes filling with tears, she just half laughed and took out the silver pendant.

‘Serotonin.’ She chuckled. ‘Very good.’

Mycroft felt a little more uplifted. ‘Is it to your liking?’

‘What?’ She frowned. ‘Mycroft, you got me a present. One you’ve really thought about, how could I not love it?’

Mycroft felt his entire being deflate with relief. Finally, it felt like there was a way out of this awkwardness. He was on his feet in seconds, indicating she should do the same. Bethany moved her hair to one side so that Mycroft could put it on for her. The scent of ginger ignited his lungs once again, and he wished he was in his own home where he could kiss her again.

The pendant was one he had especially made, he didn’t want anything that would give away the depth of his feelings for her, but more by way of apology over the way he behaved before Sherlock got shot. It had two black gems at either end and a diamond in the middle, he knew she’d enjoy it’s scientific significance as well. He tried to calm himself enough so that he didn’t shake so much, but it took a little longer than he would have liked to attach the clip.

‘There.’ Mycroft said, finally clipping it in place and resisting the urge to run his hands over the skin on her neck.

Bethany turned around and smiled up at him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, the feel of her was as intoxicating as he’d remembered, the smell of ginger, the feel of her body pressed into his, everything was all that he craved.

‘Thank you.’ She whispered next to his ear, making shivers runs down his spine. ‘Would this be a good time to give you your present?’

Mycroft frowned and pulled back. ‘What?’

Bethany just laughed and disappeared for a moment. She came back with a box just a little bigger than the one he’d given her. It was wrapped in red paper, she had obviously wrapped it herself and he liked the thought of her taking the time to wrap something so neatly for him. She took her seat opposite him again and smiled as he carefully unwrapped the gift she’d given him.

It was a pocket watch, a vintage one as far as he could tell, from the twenties, but it had been restored and was in perfect working condition. It had gold plating with a dark wooden ring around the front, when he opened it, the clock face was clear and he could see the gears working inside. Roman numerals sat on a white ring around the edge of the clock face and it looked like there was a gap for a picture to fit perfectly on the inside of the latch. He figured most pocket watches in the twenties belonged to those who wouldn’t see their loved ones for some time, so it was only logical that there was a way of carrying them with them when they were apart.

Mycroft looked up at Bethany who was trying to assess his reaction. ‘Thank you.’ He breathed. Her face lit up as she realised he was stuck for words. Bethany lay her hand down on the table for him to hold, which he did immediately, not wanting to miss out on and opportunity to touch her in any way.

They sat together for a little while longer, hearing John, Mary and his father return from their walk. Thankfully they were both in agreement not to mention the gifts they’d given each other to anyone and Mycroft cleared away the paper, while Bethany tucked the necklace beneath her jumper and carried on working.

By the time he came back from subtly getting rid of the paper and putting the pocket watch somewhere safe, he found that Bethany was being ushered into the kitchen by his mother who insisted she stopped working and started relaxing a little more.

Mycroft didn’t dare argue, but it seemed that Bethany got along with his mother tremendously well and that pleased him to no end. She had the same spark that his mother had and assumed that was what bonded them so quickly. He eventually retired to the kitchen as well, just praying that the day could go quicker if he was in Bethany’s presence.

‘Oh, dear god, it’s only two o’clock,’ he groaned after another two hours of listening to his mother talk. He sat on the other side of the table to Bethany, so that she and Sherlock formed a triangular shape with him. ‘It’s been Christmas Day for a week, how is it only two o’clock? I’m in agony.’ At least it made Bethany laugh, that only settled him slightly.

‘Mikey, is this your laptop?’ His mother asked. He looked down a little exasperated.

‘Upon which depends the of the security of the free world, yes. And you’ve got potatoes on it.’ Mycroft tried for a snarky approach to entertain himself and possibly Bethany.

‘Well you shouldn’t leave it lying around if it’s so important.’ His mother said, again making Bethany chuckle.

‘Why are we doing this? We never do this.’

‘We are here because Sherlock is home from hospital and we are all very happy.’

‘Am I happy too? I haven’t checked.’

‘Behave, mike.’

‘Mycroft is the name you gave me, if you could possibly struggle to the end.’ He turned to Bethany who was grinning uncontrollably and gave her a quick wink while no one was watching.

‘Mrs Holmes.’ Wiggins approached the kitchen, handing his mother a glass of punch.

‘Oh, thank you dear,’ she said taking it politely. ‘Still not absolutely sure why you’re here.’

‘I invited him.’ Sherlock said, not looking up from the paper.

‘I’m his protégé, Mrs Holmes, when he dies, I get all his stuff and his job.’

‘No.’

‘Oh, well I help out a bit.’

‘Closer.’

Mycroft watched the odd man’s eyes bulge and wondered if he was entirely clean. ‘If he does get murdered or something-‘

‘Probably stop talking now.’

‘Okay.’

‘Lovely when you bring your friends round.’ Mycroft commented, again making Bethany giggle.

‘Stop it you,’ his mother finally intervened. ‘Someone has put a bullet in my boy and if I ever find out who, I shall turn absolutely monstrous.’ He believed her. ‘Oh, this was for Mary. I’ll be back in a moment.’

She left the kitchen and Mycroft exchanged a look with Sherlock. They both needed a cigarette.

‘So, are you two…?’ Wiggins asked, even alarming Sherlock with his boldness.

‘Excuse me?’ Mycroft sighed, shooting a warning glare to be very careful about his next words.

‘Well, you’ve been giving each other little looks across the table,’ he gestured to himself and Bethany. ‘Like star-crossed lovers-‘

‘Definitely not a good idea, Wiggins.’ Sherlock stopped him speaking, but Bethany was just watching in amazement at the balls of the man. ‘Mycroft?’ He said, getting up, grabbing his coat to head outside.

‘Indeed.’ Mycroft held Wiggins gaze before following Sherlock out. ‘Was there in fact a reason you chose to bring him here?’

Sherlock grinned, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket. ‘He was lonely, I was feeling charitable.’

‘I’m sure.’ Mycroft said, lighting up.

‘Much like with Beth.’ He pushed Mycroft into giving him a warning glance. ‘Did she give you the pocket watch?’ Mycroft was about to ask how he knew. ‘I followed her one day while she was out shopping for some school supplies, I wanted to make sure one of us was looking out for her. She stopped by an antique shop.’ Sherlock lit up his own cigarette. ‘She didn’t go to Brazil to see her parents because she saved up to get you that watch.’ Mycroft looked at him surprised. ‘I asked her about it yesterday, said she was about forty pounds short to afford the flight. Of course, she didn’t want to ask her parents to cover because then she’d have to try and explain you and all her friends are students so forty pounds is a considerable sum of money in their books. If I’d known, I would’ve given her the cash myself.’

Sherlock was quiet for a moment, giving Mycroft a chance to think on why she would spend so much on a present for him, rather than go to Brazil, a country she’d wanted to visit for a while now, and see her parents for Christmas. Surely the warmer climate was preferable for her.

‘She’s kind, Mycroft.’ Sherlock sighed. ‘She’s just kind, that’s all.’

‘Perhaps too kind.’

‘You’ve mellowed since meeting her.’

Mycroft just took another drag of his cigarette instead of responding immediately. ‘I’m glad you’ve given up on the Magnusson business.’

‘Are you?’

‘I’m still curious though, it’s hardly your usual kind of puzzle. Why do you hate him?’

‘Because he attacks people who are different and preys on their secrets.’ Sherlock snapped. ‘Why don’t you?’

Mycroft shrugged, his feelings on Magnusson weren’t quite so extreme, though he couldn’t claim to like the man at all. ‘He never causes too much damage to anyone important, he’s far too intelligent for that. He’s a businessman, that’s all and occasionally useful to us. A necessary evil, not a dragon for you to slay.’

‘A dragon slayer? Is that what you think of me?’

‘No. It’s what you think of yourself.’

‘Are you two smoking?!’

Both of them felt the fear of their childhoods take them by force as their mother shouted out of the back door. At the same time they turned around with different excuses.

‘No!’

‘It was Mycroft!’

She didn’t look entirely convinced and closed the door, allowing them to release the smoke they’d been holding onto.

‘What if it was Beth?’ Sherlock asked, just as Mycroft was deciding against the cigarette.

‘What?’

‘If he attacked Beth, would you stop him?’

Mycroft again, didn’t dignify the question with any kind of answer.

‘I have a job offer I should like you to decline.’ He said, taking a step away.

‘I decline your kind offer.’ Sherlock said, slightly baffled.

‘I’ll pass on your regrets.’

‘What was it?’

‘MI6. They want to place you back into Eastern Europe. An undercover assignment that would prove fatal to you in, I think, about six months.’

‘Then why don’t you want me to take it?’

‘It’s tempting. But on balance, you have far more utility at home.’

‘Utility? How do I have utility?’ Sherlock scoffed at the notion.

‘Here be dragons.’ Mycroft was only slightly in the festive spirit, enough to have a little joke. He coughed a little and looked curiously at the cigarette. ‘This isn’t agreeing with me. I’m going in.’

‘You need low tar, you still smoke like a beginner.’

Mycroft shook his head, but turned as he reached the door, something about the way Bethany had gone to such lengths to get him a present, it told him to be kind today of all days.

‘Also, your loss would break my heart.’

Sherlock choked on the smoke. ‘What the hell am I supposed to say to that?’

Mycroft just shrugged. ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘You hate Christmas.’

‘Yes. Perhaps there was something in the punch.’ He made sure Sherlock knew that he’d found out he’d spiked it, a funny prank, maybe, but not quite enough to fool him.

‘Clearly, go have some more.’ Sherlock bit back, but he could see just a hint of appreciation that Mycroft didn’t actually want him dead.

He went back inside and ran straight into Bethany who was coming back from the bathroom. ‘Sorry.’ She said, blocking his way.

‘It’s quite alright.’ He said, suddenly wanting to thank her again for the pocket watch. ‘If I,’ he started, stopping her from leaving for the kitchen. He sighed and gently guided her towards the bottom of the staircase to a more secluded part of the house. ‘If I could just take a moment to thank you again.’

‘For what?’ She frowned a little confused.

‘For Christmas.’ Mycroft said simply, trying not to let his gaze drift to her lips too much, but he was sure she caught him.

‘You’re welcome.’ She chuckled, waiting for a moment. ‘Were you intending to thank me properly, or just use words?’

Mycroft felt himself go red, he wasn’t sure whether he was allowed to overstep the mark or not, but it seemed she was more than happy to let him kiss her.

‘Properly seems more appropriate to the season.’ Mycroft knew he was making a bit of a meal of things, but she made him incredibly nervous, especially when she was being so open with him.

Mycroft didn’t waste anymore time, anyone could have walked around the corner and out of all the residents inside the house, his mother was the least desirable of them all. He slowly took a step into her space, inhaling that ginger scent once again and allowing his mind to cloud. His hand found her beautifully smooth jawline and she let out the quietest sigh she could, like the mere fact that he’d touched her was a long since forgotten feeling.

Mycroft wished he had more time, but he let his lips drift over hers, her hands on his chest, eagerly awaiting the pressure they both wanted. He ran his thumb over her hipbone and listened to the sudden intake of breath, her hips must have been a sensitive spot for her, he wanted to find the rest. Finally, he pressed his mouth softly to hers, allowing them both a moment to absorb the moment for what it was, bliss.

Bethany was consciously staying quiet, and he could feel her trying hard to not alert anyone else to what they were doing. He knew he couldn’t stay there forever, but he wished there was more time to spend with her, kissing her, holding her close and if she would allow it, devouring her.

Mycroft hadn’t realised that they were pressed against the wall next to the stairs, but somehow it ignited him, made him feel the need for her all the more. He decided against his instincts to drag his teeth over her lip, but he did take the time to feel her body pressed into his, her every curve and feature memorised, burnt into his mind, never to be lost.

Eventually, he couldn’t risk the privacy they had any longer and pulled away, listening to her trying to catch her breath the same as him.

‘Merry Christmas, Bethany.’ He whispered, placing a soft kiss to her lips once more.

‘Merry Christmas, Mycroft.’ She whispered back smiling.

Mycroft took a moment to step away and watched her reset herself to look a little less like she’d just been kissing anyone pressed up against a wall, before heading into the kitchen. Mycroft took a moment to compose himself as well and did the same, following in behind her.

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[antilocaprine]

Frenrey w 23 or 50 (or if you feel you have the energy combine them? I feel they could be combined but it's your call)

(Kiss Prompt List)

50: ...out of love.

Gordon’s hair has mostly gone gray now, with white streaks from his temples and at the edges of his still-tightly-trimmed beard. He’s smugly proud of the volume of hair he still has. He doesn’t say this, of course, but Benrey can tell by the amount of time he puts into the combing and washing and trimming of it.

Benrey himself is going bald, mostly to make Gordon laugh and preen in comparison. He lets wrinkles form on his cheeks and brow, lets the bags under his eyes grow, and sprinkles some salt strands into his own dark hair.

They make quite a dignified couple, sitting on the front porch and looking out across the low mists wreathing the fields in the mountain town they moved to a decade after Joshua finished college and moved to Brazil. He’s partnered with some futuristic food company to work on the development of a new strain of cashews, and rides with the local gauchos in his time off. Gordon and Benrey talk to him several times a week on Gordon’s tablet, though Joshua whines about that at least once a month (“Dad, c’mon, let me get you a newer model, please”). But the tablet is the only thing left in the house that can load Benrey’s favorite old games, so Gordon refuses to upgrade.

Benrey thinks that feels a little like love.

“Did you see this?” Gordon says suddenly, and Benrey glances up from the tablet only to get a faceful of newsprint. 

“I see that you’re a grandpa,” Benrey grumbles and reaches up with one hand to push the newspaper back far enough that he can actually see the article Gordon is pointing to.

“Shut up,” Gordon says affectionately. “Tommy’s invested in the local news, we have to support it.”

“Tommy should’ve, uh, invested in something that’s better, then.” Benrey squints at the headline, then rears back, setting the porch swing (another mark in the grandpa column) to swaying. “Whuh - is that -?”

“Yes!” Gordon snaps, pulling the newspaper back and spinning it to glare down at the article. “Margaret Heinrichs is running for mayor!”

“She can’t even run a, uh, chili contest,” Benrey says.

“Exactly! And speaking of, look - look!” He holds the paper back up to Benrey’s face, one metal finger tapping aggressively at a line of text. “The firehouse is supporting her run! After what they said about the last chili cook-off!”

“Oh, what’d they say?” Benrey doesn’t remember hearing about this - though that may have been because he had to tiptoe around the house for two weeks after Gordon lost the cook-off on a technicality, even though all five judges agreed his chili was far better than Margaret’s.

“They said it was a disgrace,” Gordon says vehemently. “The chief himself told me that no one had ever enforced that rule before. Ten year’s residency, my ass - it’s fucking stupid!”

“It’s only been, what, eight years?” Benrey muses. “You gonna try again this year?”

“Fuck yes I’m gonna try again,” Gordon growls, newspaper crinkling in the tight grip of his metal hand. His flesh hand trembles a little these days, off and on, but the metal hand is strong and true. Benrey’s not sure how to feel about that sometimes.

“You gonna - same recipe?”

“No,” Gordon says, and gives him a feral grin. “I’m using a better one. Nuclear option or bust.”

Benrey’s eyebrows go up. “Oh, shit?”

“That’s right,” Gordon says, settling his shoulders against the porch swing’s backrest and smiling out at the thinning mist. “Grandma’s recipe.”

“Oh, shit,” Benrey chuckles. “Yeah, that’ll - that’ll knock their socks off.” He taps his foot against Gordon’s. Gordon snorts and taps him back.

“You and feet, man,” he says. “Always with the feet.”

“You love it,” Benrey replies automatically, and Gordon tilts his head toward him and smiles gently.

“Yeah,” he says. “I really, really do.”

They lapse into silence, and over the years Benrey has learned the different flavors of Gordon’s silences. This one starts out scheming, then transforms into something more wistful and contemplative. Benrey advances two more levels in his game, then decides he’s bored and hooks a foot behind Gordon’s ankle.

Gordon blinks and starts a little. “Hmm?”

“What’s your, uhhh plans?”

“Take down Margaret,” Gordon replies promptly.

Benrey huffs a short laugh. “No, I, uh. I meant for today.”

“Oh.” Gordon links his fingers and stretches his arms out in front of him, then catches the newspaper before it can slide off his lap. “I can’t just do that today?”

“Uh…” Benrey thinks for a moment. “I guess, but then we’d prob’ly have to, uh. Go into hiding or something.”

“Eh, Tommy could fix that for us,” Gordon says, waving a hand.

Benrey grins at him. “Okay, so, d’you wanna kill her?”

Gordon takes a deep breath and heaves a sigh that sounds like it comes all the way from his feet. (Yeah, okay, Benrey knows what he likes.) 

“I guess we shouldn’t,” he says. “Anyway, it’ll be way more satisfying to beat that hag at her own game.”

“Poison?”

Gordon snorts. “No, man, chili.”

“Poison in the chili?”

“Oh, now there’s a thought,” Gordon says, tapping at his lip with a metal finger. “But how to keep it away from the judges…?”

Benrey makes a dismissive noise, and Gordon cracks, cackling loudly enough that it startles a small flock of crows from the line of pine trees across the road.

“Let’s not even start,” Gordon says, lifting his glasses to wipe moisture from the corners of his eyes. “Don’t even - if I start thinking about how easy it would be to do, I’m gonna fucking do it, and then we really will have to leave.”

“Yeah, but - it’d be worth it,” Benrey says, leaning back and throwing an arm across the backrest. Gordon leans against it and sighs as Benrey curls his hand around Gordon’s shoulder.

“Nah, not yet. I like it here.”

They gaze out across the fields and toward the line of dark trees that the crows are circling back down into, still cawing reproachfully. Benrey’s tempted to change shape and go bother them, but he resists the urge. Sometimes when he changes back, he forgets to add the age marks - and he sees the look on Gordon’s face when Benrey appears, even for a moment, to be the same age he was the day they met. He’s not, of course - time moves forward for them all, even when it’s stopped - but Benrey’s appearance has always been under his control more than most.

“We should go make food,” Gordon says after a few minutes, but he makes no effort to move. Benrey runs his fingers up and down Gordon’s shoulder, and taps the inside of his ankle with his foot.

“Yeah?” Benrey mumbles, attention torn between playing his game one-handed and studying Gordon’s graying profile.

“Well,” Gordon says. “Eventually.”

The midmorning sun is finally breaking over the tall pine trees, its heat burning out the last wisps of mist. A car passes by on the county road - one of the newer models with hardlight tires. Benrey’s been in those, and he’s always a little disturbed by the silence. He much prefers the rattle and crunch of traditional rubber tires. At least then you know you’re connected to the road. Hardlight tires sound the same if they’re driving over a hill or driving off a cliff, and Benrey doesn’t trust what he can’t hear.

“D’you remember that brand of soda that we kept getting from those two vending machines? The ones outside Darnold’s lab?” Gordon’s voice sounds a bit distant, and Benrey’s grip on his shoulder tightens involuntarily.

“The one with the, uh, gamer colors?”

“Yes! Those ones.”

“I think it was, uh.” Benrey makes a face as he dredges his memories. “I think it was called Glub?”

“It was not.” Gordon’s voice is flat. Benrey shrugs.

“S’what I remember.”

“Is it? Fuck, how could I forget that?” Gordon’s voice trails off, and he leans further into Benrey’s side. “Fucking…Glub soda? Glub cans? Cans of Glub?”

“Can’t you Glub?” Benrey says, and he feels the memory ping in Gordon’s brain as he tenses, then laughs.

“That’s right - okay, I remember now. ‘I can Glub - can you Glub?’ We had Tommy going in circles.”

“You didn’t even like the flavor.”

“I didn’t! None of us did, it was terrible! No wonder no one outside Black Mesa has ever heard of it!”

“Well, scientists have no taste, so -” Benrey is interrupted by Gordon leaning back and whacking him playfully with the newspaper. He holds up one hand and struggles to continue. “So how could you tell if it was good or -”

“I will kill you,” Gordon cackles, and the porch swing sways wildly under them, the metal chains creaking. “Watch it, watch - you’re gonna break our fucking chair!”

“Oh noooo,” Benrey drawls, and goes for his own nuclear option to end the conflict. He wraps a hand around the back of Gordon’s skull and tugs him down into a teeth-clacking kiss.

Gordon laughs into his mouth and returns the kiss, quieting immediately. Benrey winds his fingers through the silver strands of Gordon’s hair and tugs gently. Gordon mumbles something unintelligible against his lips and cups Benrey’s face with both hands - one sun-warmed metal, and one blood-warmed flesh. The newspaper finally escapes to the wooden planks of the porch with a rustle.

Gordon disengages first, then smacks a kiss to the top of Benrey’s balding head. Benrey grins and tugs a lock of gray hair over Gordon’s shoulder, wrapping it around his finger and kissing it in turn - and that feels a little like love.

“So,” he says. “Margaret?”

Gordon’s face darkens. “Fuck Margaret,” he says. “Well, not - ugh, you know what I mean.”

Benrey snorts and runs a hand down Gordon’s arm to link their fingers together. “Yeah, I know.”

“C’mon,” Gordon says, and tugs their linked hands to pull Benrey to his feet, leaving the newspaper on the floor as he heads for the door. “I’ve got a chili recipe to find.”

Benrey raises their joined hands and presses a quick kiss to the back of Gordon’s knuckles as they head for the kitchen, and is only mildly surprised to feel metal against his lips. He hadn’t even noticed that it was Gordon’s prosthetic hand he was holding. They’re both Gordon’s, after all.

Soon, the kitchen will fill with the smell of browning meat, black beans, green chili, and spices. Soon, Benrey will be called upon to be the taste tester, and will have to come up with slightly different words of praise for each batch. Soon, Joshua will call and they will bicker over the tablet, and the upcoming cookoff, and the similarities of their two towns, separated by half a world. But right now, Benrey squeezes Gordon’s hand tighter, and admires the way the lines around his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and watches his silver hair dance as he whirls through the house, dragging Benrey after him like he can’t imagine doing anything without him.

And, well, okay. Benrey supposes that this all feels an awful lot like love.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #on anon #swearing #domestic #old men yell at clouds #aka local old lady monopolies #the text is looking super fucking weird - like some of it's bigger #but it says it's all the same size #so wtf #maybe it's just my monitor #we'll find out i guess

[williamafton2030]

The Brazil Ending and the sadness it brings with it

This is one of the 3 Ruin endings where after being attacked by Mimic we do not pay attention to Gregory's instructions. Cassie runs until she finds a cutout of Freddy or Fredbear (I still don't know exactly which of the two it is since the Fredbear design on the Fredbear's Family Dinner posters is very similar to this one but it could also be Freddy). There she can put the mask back on and see an idyllic landscape for her at that moment while she hyperbentilates and hears "Gregory's" voice.

But why do I consider this ending so sad? Well, because Cassie in this ending has stopped trusting when she sees that this being has imitated Gregory's voice. That's why she runs desperately without listening to Gregory's instructions since she thinks he is trying to trick her again. She flees and arrives where the cut-out is, something that makes her feel better, wishing with all her soul to be able to be somewhere other than that, achieving it by putting on her mask. She now sees a glitched fiction where she is happy with Gregory, Vanessa and Helpi while she tries to calm down and listens to Gregory. However, this time she does not distrust Gregory's voice and lets herself be carried away by the thought of being in that idyllic place.

Now how do we know that what she sees is false? There are several clues, the first being the name of the ending itself since it is a clear reference to an old movie called "Brazil" where the protagonist is kidnapped and is going to be tortured but at the last moment he is saved and ends in a happy ending. Well, this would be what one would think but the last scene of the film reveals that he has imagined everything about his rescue and that even though he is tortured he has decided to mentally escape from that reality to live a mental fiction. This makes a lot of sense if we transport it to Ruin where Cassie is so desperate to escape that situation that she escapes that reality by putting on the mask and seeing a much happier one.

Other things that show that it is false are: how glitched the image at the end looks, Cassie's hyperbentilation and the phrase from "Gregory" that we hear. This is a repetition of a phrase that Mimic told us in the past to trick us, being this: "Cassie, I'm ok. I found a sport to hide." This phrase makes very little sense in this situation and it is obvious that Mimic is fooling us again.

Why would Mimic try to trick us again? Mimic in the epilogues of Tales from the Pizzaplex tries to fool the young people once and so he tries it again even though they already discovered that one of his abilities is to imitate the voice. This makes it clear to us that Mimic tries to deceive its victims with the same tricks even though they have already been discovered. This would be why he says this phrase to make Cassie believe that everything is fine while he approaches her and kills her. Well, that is a possibility but the second is the one that most people believe and that is that with this ending it is implied that Cassie fell under his control.

This is quite supported by the fact that the image is glitched, wanting to tell us that wearing the mask for so long has made it possible for him to control us.

Another possible proof of this is the title change in Security Breach Files 2 (yes, I know this book is full of errors and I complained about this one but maybe this name change makes sense… Or maybe I'm trying to see it something good for a book with many errors… In any case I leave the information here). In this book there is a part that is only Ruin's and more specifically one at the end. Well, here the name of this ending is not "Brazil Ending" but "Safe Spot Ending", which agrees with the phrase that Mimic says at the end of this where he claims that he found a place to hide. This hiding place would be Cassie's mind because she has taken complete control of it.

The latest about Security Breach Files 2 is more of a theory and I would take it with a grain of salt because of what I have said before. However, I wanted to mention it since in the future when the errors in this book are corrected it may not change and it may have this meaning (although it could also be because Cassie finds a place to hide in the mask but it seems to me that it would be more in line with what was said by Mimic).

Lastly, mention two things. The first is that if Mimic tries to take over his mind in this ending, why wouldn't he do it in the elevator ending? I am in favor of saying that it was not Gregory who threw the elevator but it was Mimic and that with this what he did was make it seem that Gregory betrayed him in order to have her under his control and thus turn her into the "lying child" of one of the Candy Cadet story from Help Wanted 2.

The second goes more with the title of this post and that is that I feel that it must be horrible to trust someone completely and then discover that it was of no use. And now that she is in mortal danger and her friend tries to help her, she doesn't trust herself, not knowing if he is the real Gregory or if she is being deceived again. And on top of that, supposedly ending up being controlled by the thing that deceived her and made her lose trust in everything.

I know it's been a long time since Ruin left but I needed to talk about this ending. Now, this is my opinion and if there is something that you don't think the same, that's okay because all opinions are important.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach files 2 #fnaf ruin #fnaf brazil ending #fnaf cassie #fnaf gregrory #fnaf mimic

[sunnyie-eve]

Celebrity Crush || Talk Show

Paring: Joseph Quinn x Original female costar

Word Count: 3044

Summary: It’s Jimmy Fallon time

Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, health scare

A/N: Of course I make this up for this to go the way I want. (For this I’ll be using my OFC in Trouble in Hawkins for this OFC to play her.)

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"Joseph, Joseph, Joseph..." I huff as he keeps ranting over the phone. "Can I talk now?" I ask when he stops. "Yes." He tells me. "I told you, I do this interview then early tomorrow morning I'm on a flight to Brazil. I'm still coming. I didn't change my schedule." I laugh at him. "So you're still coming?" He asks. "Yes! You know what." I send him a picture of my schedule so he knows exactly what I'm doing for the month. "See, I'm still coming." I smile through the phone. "Okay. I'll see you then. Love you." He tells me. "Love you too." I end the call. "So, theses are times I let Dexter out to potty. The time I feed him. An estimated time when he takes a nap and when he's most playful." I hand my brother a piece of paper. "You're such a mom." He laughs taking it from me. "Well I care about my son." I laugh with him.

"So does his dad." He jokes. My parents and my brother were the only ones who knew about Joseph and me like his parents and his siblings. They all knew it was a secret and they were keeping it a secret for us too. "Hey, I hear my girlfriend is taking you as her plus one to Lollapalooza. You suck." He shoves me as we walk into his living room. "Sorry, she loves me more. Also just ask her to get another one. Her uncle is Perry Farrell by the way." I slap his chest. "What?" He was shocked. "Yeah, I was shocked too." I jump onto his couch. "Perks to being related to a celebrity." He sits next to me. "You're related to me..." I chuckle. "Because we adopted you when you were just a little pea." He rocks a pillow in his arms. "Still related to a celebrity." I tell him. "So are you." He gives me a look. "Yeah, but James is not my family. He hooked up with Michelle and got her pregnant with me. But who cares about them because I have y'all as my family." I lean over giving him a hug.

For the tonight show I sat in the room watching the show before it was my turn. As I come out the audience cheers for me as I take my seat. "Thank you, thank you." I laugh then angle my body to face Jimmy. "Thank you for being here. I know it's yours first time on the show." He tells me. "Yes, it is and thank you for having me." I give him a smile. "Before we talk about Season 4... I just learned that your adopted and you're very open about this on social media." He pulls out a photo of me and my family. "Yeah, they were very open about it with me at a very young age. They weren't those types of parents who kept it from me. Also that's the recent one I used. Every year I post a picture of all of us when it's the date they adopted me." I nod my head. "Do you know who your birth parents are? Have you met them? Or what?" He asks curious putting the picture down.

"I know who they are yes but I've never met them. Michelle, the woman who gave birth to me passed away years back and the man who helped make me is a huge rockstar." I laugh. "Who?" He leans forward. "I'm not telling." I say making the audience whine. "He knows I exist but we have never met so I can say that." I explain. "Okay, now onto season 4... what the heck. And Vol 2!" He makes me laugh. "I know. This season is so messed up." I nod my head. "Especially for Max, your character Skylar, and Eddie." He says. "Yeah, we aren't the lucky ones this season. Max and Skylar got trauma, Eddie's wanted for murder. Then you have El trying to get her powers back going through her past, then there's poor Will." I explain.

"Now I must say I love you and Joseph Quinn friendship." He pulls out a photo of us I posted. Once again we were in costume, and I was carrying him on my back while we were both cracking up. "I love our friendship too. He's my best friend. We clicked instantly when we met each other and became attached at the hip. We get along so well. Well depends especially when it comes to food. For example, I was in London for work and I was visiting him. He was cooking for us but he had to make my separate because I hate mushrooms. And for all of y'all to know, this man hates fussy eaters and I'm one." I laugh.

"So when it comes to food is where you two aren't buddy buddy anymore." Jimmy chuckles. "He told me to try it or our friendship is over." I get serious. "Did you try it or are you two no longer best friends?" He chuckles. "He chased me around his flat, Jimmy. He was determined I try it to see if I liked it because I had I refused to. I knew I wouldn't like it and turns out I didn't. He said I overreacted but we're still best friends so he puts up with me." I roll my eyes smiling. "See, I love you guys." He tells me. "I love our friendship and I love him too he's the best. All of y'all would feel the same if you were friends with him." I smile.

"Last thing, do you have any idea where Skylar is headed in Season 5? Where do you see her? What do you think the brothers might write for her?" He asks me. "God... just let her be happy. Don't let anyone die in her arms because it's just gonna scar her so much more for the rest of her life. I have no clue where she's headed. The brothers don't start writing next season until August. So... give her a happy ending Matt and Ross." I look straight into the camera. "Again, thank you for being here. It was a pleasure." Jimmy tells me. "Thank you for having me again." I smile at him.

~

"Guess who finally made it!" I walk into the room with Jamie and Joseph sitting down. "I hate you." Joseph glares at my outfits. "God damn it!" I look down at myself. "The best friends match. Even with the shoes." Jamie points out. "Whatever, I'm ready to be the third wheel. I've seen how you two have been acting." I take my seat on the other side of Joseph. "Hey guys, how you doing?" Hugo asks us while Joseph has trouble with his mic. "Jamie help the man." I tell him. "Yeah, just get in there." Joseph tells him then he's set. Hugo congratulates us on the season then asks the two about coming into the show. While Jamie talks about making Venca, Joseph looks over at me as I struggle with my water bottle. I pass him it to him and he opens it for me so I give him a thank you smile.

"There's a lot of discussion about hair in the series but seeing your hair right now, why are you not in the competition?" He asks Jamie so he said it's not in the show unfortunately and says Sarah does an amazing job for all of us. He talks about his was real and had to get a perm. Then they talk about Eddie being in the running with Steve with best hair so Joseph talks about going through different wigs. "Another person who should be in the running is Presley with her hair. It's all hers." Jamie looks over at me. "It's all up right now. But yes, I'm the show it's all me. So that's true, why am I not in the running?" I sit up in my chair. "Because you would win." Joseph grabs my arm. "I believe that." I agree.

Jamie goes on about becoming Vecna in makeup and what put him in the mind set of playing him. I fidget my anxiety spinner ring while I listen to him talk. Joseph then goes on about how it was sorta easier for him compared to Jamie. "I just did it in a silly voice." He makes us laugh as he goes on. "And they both did amazing jobs at pulling their characters off. Like I have to remind Joseph daily that he did such an amazing job at bring Eddie to life. He was worried while filming so now I tell him fans love him and can relate to him being an outcast. He made Eddie very lovable." I speak up. "I suspect that it's really easy for you to get into character?" He asks me. "Way more easier than theses two. I barely need time in the makeup trailer because I have such big curly hair. Plus I have three seasons on them."

Next he asks Joseph about when he read Eddie was dying and how he felt. He said of course he was devastated but he wasn't that surprised but he loved the ending for Eddie. "You may have loved his arc and ending but I hated it because Eddie's my favorite character. He brought so much especially for Dustin and Skylar." I say then see one of my team members motioning they needed to talk to me. We have to pause the interview for a second for me to leave the room then they keep going after I leave. "What's the emergency?" I ask as they pass me the phone. "Hello?" I say into it. "Sweetheart, I know you're busy with work and you just landed but it's your father." My mom says making me worry. "What happened?" I try not to think anything terrible. "He had a heart attack and is in the hospital." She tells me. "Is he okay now?" I ask her. "They said he might have to stay for a week. But it can change if surgery doesn't go as plan."

"I'm getting on a plane to come back home as soon as I can get one. Family is more important than work. I'll text or call to update you." I tell her hanging up the phone and tell my assistant I need a plane ride home as soon as possible. I go to my hotel room to pack up what little I took out of my suitcases when I got here. "Presley." I hear Joseph knock on my door. "Is everything okay?" He asks as I open the door. "I have to go home. My dad had a heart attack." I go back over to my bags. "Is he okay?" Joseph asks worried. "He's in surgery right now. My brother said it was a STEMI Heart Attack which is the worst one." I turn to face him. "Hey, I believe he'll be alright. Nothing bad is gonna happen to him." Joseph wraps his arms around holding me against his chest causing me to start to cry.

"I know you were looking forward to me being here." I try to stop crying. "Yes, but your family is more important than interviews. And I'll see you back in the states when I go for my Tonight Show Interview. Ans there's talk about trying to get me to meet Metallica at Lollapalooza. Just keep me updated on your dad." He holds my face in his hands before giving me a kiss.

~

Even after my dad was all better after surgery and recovering, I decided to stay home and cancel all my work just for weeks. I just wanted to make sure he was 100% okay. "Press, I told you to go home. As in your place to pay to live. I'm fine and the doctor said it was just a small scare. I'm healthy!" My dad tells me as I bring him a glass of water. "The longer you complain, I stay." I tell him. "I never want you to leave honey. I love having you here." He smiles making me laugh as the doorbell rings. To my surprise when I opened it Joseph was standing there, "What are you doing here?" I pull him inside hugging him. "I have The Tonight Show remember. I also have a small interview the next day. Also I get to meet Metallica." He smiles, "Also I brought your dad a card." He gives me a kiss before going to where my dad was.

"Joseph, what a surprise to see you." My dad gives him a hug. "I wanted to give this to you in person." He hands him the card. "Thank you, son." He takes it from him sitting down to read it. "I wanna know do you want to come with me tonight? I would love for you to be there with me." Joseph takes my hand into his. "Sure, if that's you want." I squeeze his hands.

"Joseph there's nothing to be nervous about. You're gonna do great." I laughs as he nervously messes with his fingers. "It's my first talk show debut so I do have something to worry about, love." He puts his head back. I get up from my spot going I've to sit on his lap, "The crowd is gonna love you and you'll be fine." I grab his face so he would look at me. He wraps he arms around my waist holding me closer to him as he

presses his lips against mine. I don't pull away instead kiss him back the same manner he was kissing me. His tongue is quick as he slips it in, molding it around with mine. I pull back starting to laugh at him, "You're nervous to go out there but you'll make out with me in here?" I mess with his hair carefully not to mess it up. "It's different." He kisses me. "I'll be cheering you while I watch from in here. But I will be right back because I have to go pee." I leave his room. As I head back to his room Jimmy was surprised to see me. "What are you doing here Presley?" He chuckles. "Came to support Joseph. He asked me to come with him. He's nervous because it's his first talk show debut." I let him know before going back to Joseph. "Come here, I wanna hold you as I wait. You calm me down." He had his arms wide open for me.

When it was time for him to go out I give his a good luck kiss as he leaves. I watch Joseph talk about being held up at the airport and being recognized as Eddie. Joseph gives Jimmy a Hellfire shirt and he was excited to be apart of the club. "It's been amazing. I went to Brazil, never been there before." The crowd cheers. "Ah, you've been." I laugh at him. "People are passionate about your character. People love you. You crushed it." Jimmy tells him and I was happy people were letting him know. Joseph talks about what people probably relate to Eddie since he was recently at Comic-Con.

"I know Jack Black gave you a shoutout the other night." Jimmy say making him excited again. I remember Joseph calling me shouting into the phone that's how excited he wasn't seeing the video. Jimmy talks about how he played Eddie so well and that he didn't even know he wasn't American. "You doing Master of Puppets by Metallica. It's the greatest thing." Jimmy pulls out a picture from the scene of him playing. "It was a weird time during the pandemic where no one has seen any live music for ages. It was me, Gaten, and Presley. You've had them both on." Joseph says making the crowd cheer. "They're the best. And it was so fun. I was nervous but it was kinda like a rock concert. I got to feel like a rockstar for one night and that was pretty great." Joseph tells him and Jimmy said it was legendary.

"Speaking of Presley. You brought her tonight. I ran into her backstage before the show." Jimmy brings me up and the crowd cheers. "Yes, I asked her to come with me for support. And her being the best friend she is she agreed." He says making me smile. "Presley, why don't you run on out here for a second." Jimmy says seriously so I rush through backwards. They mic me up quick then I walk out way the the audience. "Great to see you again." Jimmy hugs me before I sit next to Joseph. He gives me a smile placing his hand on top of mine as I rest it on the armrest.

"I think I can speak for many people when I say I love you guy's friendship." Jimmy makes the crowd cheer loud making Joseph and I laugh. "I got really lucky we clicked and became best friends." Joseph looks over giving me a smile. "I have question to ask..." Jimmy says making us look at him. "Have you even had a secret crush on one another?" He asks so Joseph and I start laughing. "We've already said we were each other's Celebrity crush but while on set a had a little one on him." I admit. "Look at her, how can you not develop a crush on her?" Joseph motions towards Me making me shake my head with a smile. "Most people would think it's odd to admit in a friendship but we don't care." I add before I go back to the room to watch the rest of the interview

#stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #eddie munson x henderson #eddie munson #stranger things eddie munson

[harleybeaumont]

The Other Nevrakis

Who(really)dunit? - One shot follow up to Chapter 19

Book- TRR AU (The Other Nevrakis)

Synopsis- King Father Constantine was found dead in his room from a presumed heart attack. What really happened?

A/N- This is a one shot that delves deeper into Chapter 19. WHO KILLED CONNIE?! AND WHY?!

Warnings- language, murder 

Word count- 700

18+ only

Belem, Brazil: 

Bastien stretched out on the beach sipping a mai tai, listening to the waves crash against the shore. He made sure that one of the stipulations in telling the authorities about Constantine, was that he would be put in the witness protection program. He had never felt so relaxed in his life. After years of doing Constantine’s dirty deeds, he was finally free. He closed his eyes as he recalled his last night in Cordonia.

Bastien had just left the police station, where he gave up damning information about his charge, the King Father, to the authorities. Although Bastien promised the police that he wouldn't return to the palace, he snuck back in to retrieve some of his personal belongings.. And to take care of some unfinished business. He crept through the old abandoned servant’s entrance, quietly slipping into Constantine’s bedroom. Of course that old pervert was in bed watching porn. He never appreciated the beautiful woman who ruled by his side. Bastien sighed quietly as he remembered her lips on his own the previous night. She told him she was going to her sister's house and Constantine would be alone. Bastien nodded in understanding. He knew what she meant. And he would do anything for her. 

 Bastien crept through the dark bedroom, the only light coming from the glow of the television. He took a small envelope from his pocket, tearing it open and pouring the contents into Constantine’s wine on the bedside table. That old fucker was so engrossed in his smut, he had no idea what was happening right next to him. Bastien shook his head in disgust, then slumped back into the shadows, waiting. Once Constantine had finished his drink, he settled back in bed and closed his eyes.

Bastien knew it wouldn't be long now. He stood up and walked over to Constantine. 

“Bastien?! What.. what the hell are you doing in here?”

Bastien quirked an eyebrow, watching him coldly. “I’m ridding the world of an evil.”

Constantine tried to sit up as he glared at his ever loyal guard. “The hell does that mean? You can't speak to me that way!”

Bastien got closer, leaning over the bed. “Lies. Blackmail. Treason. MURDER. The things you have done during your reign as King are a disgrace to Cordonia. And I know about the new recruit you sent to Lythikos the night of the coronation.. a pathetic attempt to set up Lady Riley with more fake photographs.” 

Constantine paled as Bastien continued. “Didn’t expect that? You’d be surprised at what I know. Your guards are loyal to ME, Your Majesty. However, I’m sure you could tell I wasn’t going to put up with your bullshit any longer, so you were training someone up in my stead. Well, don’t worry.. I’ll be taking care of him as well.” Bastien shook his head in disgust. “You are a sycophant, by every definition of the word. Not to mention the audacity of your blatant infidelity toward Queen Mother Regina.”

“You.. dare!” Constantine tried to sit up, but could only grab his head and close his eyes. Yes, it wouldn’t be long now.

“Yes. I dare. And because I dare, you will never harm another soul again. Liam will be the King that this country needs. And you will be dead.” With that Bastien turned around and grabbed the poisoned glass, before slipping back into the servants tunnels and fleeing the palace into the night. 

Bastien took a long sip of his fruity cocktail and smiled as he read the text he had received that morning. 

“I am forever in your debt. I love you, my darling.”

He wrote back, “I love you too, my Queen. Always and forever.”

Bastien would never see her again, but the memories were enough to keep him going.

#the other nevrakis #trr fanfic #choices fanfic #bastien

[canirove]

Mason Mount Imagine| three

Author's note: Someone on Wattpad asked me for a part 2 of this imagine of Mason going to Brazil to meet the reader's parents, so here you have it too 😁 If you have other requests, let me know! I've also posted a couple of Declan imagines over there, and have another ready for next week.

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"Ok, so thank you is obrigado."

"Yes."

"And thank you very much, muito obrigada."

"Obrigado, with an o. Obrigada is when you are a woman."

"Oh, yes, yes" Mason says, checking his notes again.

"I don't know how you can read while on the car" I say. We are on a taxi on our way to my parents' house.

"I guess I'm just used to it. Too many trips on the coach" he shrugs.

"You'll be fine, tho. You don't need that" I say, pointing at his notebook.

"I just want to make a good impression. You said I'm the first boyfriend you introduce them to."

"And you will, trust me. You don't need to speak perfect Portuguese for it. Just be you" I say, holding his hand and giving him a little squeeze. "Why don't you focus on the views? I had almost forgotten how beautiful they are."

"You were so lucky to grow up here, surrounded by so much nature."

"I know. Though I still love the city for working and living."

"I thought we were going to buy a house here. Get a bunch of animals. Grow our own vegetables."

"We can also do that in England" I laugh.

"Yeah... But can we grow avocados in that weather?"

"We..." I say, the car stopping. "We've arrived."

"Oh, shit" Mason says, nervously putting his notebook on his backpack. "This is it."

"You'll be fine, Mason. Just be you, ok?"

"Ok" he says, taking a deep breath.

After the proper introductions are done, we walk into the house, where my mum offers us something to drink.

"Muito obrigada" Mason says.

"Mase..." I whisper.

"What? What did I say? Why are they looking at me like that?"

"Obrigada..."

"Oh, shit! Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just... Fuck" he says, his face turning bright red.

"It's ok, son" my dad says with a laugh, patting Mason' back and almost sending him flying against the wall. "We appreciate that you've bothered to try and learn our language, but both my wife and I understand and speak English perfectly. You don't have to worry."

"They..." Mason says, giving me a murderous look.

"You were so excited about learning a new language, that I didn't want to say anything" I shrug.

"You didn't..."

"C'mon son" my dad says, putting an arm around Mason's shoulders, now making me fear he will crush him. "Let me show you around the house. I have some photos and stories with Ronaldo, the good one, that I think you will enjoy."

"Sure, sir" he says, looking back at me, asking for help.

"We'll be with you in a minute" my mum says, giving him her most charming smile.

"Do you think he'll be ok?" I ask once they've left the room. "Dad is a bit of... A brute. And Mason looks so small next to him..."

"He will, don't worry. And who knows, maybe this will work as a training for next season. If he survives your father's hugs and pats, he will have no problem against the toughest players on the Premier."

"If he survives" I chuckle.

"C'mon" she says, grabbing my arm. "We need to stop your dad before he shares certain details about his story at Ronaldo's party. Mason is too young and innocent to hear those things."

"Or not" I say to myself, trying to hide a smile.

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[gaykarstaagforever]

1969

Jim Shooter wrote this, so it is significantly less idiotic than most of these.

That said...

Most of the plot - Superman and the Flash having amnesia and thinking each is the other one - hinges on the fact that they are identical men, except with different hair. Which seems implausible, since one is a magical alien with super-strength from the Sun, and the other is a nerd who was near exploding go-fast chemicals. But I guess it at least acknowledges how DC artists could only draw one muscley man over and over again in different skin-tight unitards. Fair enough, Jim.

We also get the weirdest random explanation for where Superman stores his Clark Kent clothes:

Clark Kent and Barry Allen spend most of the story running back and forth from Central City to Metropolis, desperately trying to find each-other to figure out what the hell is happening. Barry uses makeup to look like Clark Kent and gets almost-fired by Perry White for being bad at reporting on weddings. Because while this comic takes time to remind us Barry is a "police scientist," Perry also says he writes like a child.

Which...I mean, seems kind of rude to me, especially coming from someone who writes superhero comics for 8 year olds for a living. But I don't solve murders with science. So if you do, please confirm if you and your colleagues don't know how to write.

Eventually, Clark and Barry accidentally meet clandestinely on a Metropolis park bench. But Barry is dressed like Raphael from the Ninja Turtles, so they still don't figure it out:

...Why does this look like something someone drew from a picture they took from a bush? Is that just me? That might just be me.

This, however, is 100% exactly what it looks like:

They finally meet in an abandoned train tunnel and figure out each is the other, and trade clothes.

So it is canon in DC comics that Clark Kent and Barry Allen have been nude together in a train station, at least once. And then traded underpants.

Clark suddenly remembers what happened to them (possibly from the shock of being naked with Barry Allen; the comic breezes over this). There is giant space seed flying towards Earth, carrying the spore of a monster space plant that will grow to consume all life. Superman saw it and summoned the JLA to help him, but only the Flash showed up, because "Green Lantern is off helping Hawkman," and...I guess Jim forgot who else was in the JLA at the time.

Good on Barry for showing up, but how exactly is he going to help Superman stop a threat that is still in Space?

Answer: he is not. But Superman came up with a plan where he and Barry changed outfits to confuse the space seed (yes, really), and then Barry put on a helmet and Clark flew them both into it.

...At which point he suddenly realized it had kryptonite in it. He and Barry fell to Earth, unharmed but with amnesia.

But now that they're inexplicably cured by re-switching pants, it is time to hurry up and actually stop the space seed. Superman draws Barry a helpful diagram of his plan:

...Thanks, Kal-El. Totally worth the time it took to do that.

Assuming, like me, you have no goddamn idea what his plan is, think of the absolute dumbest way Superman could save the Earth from a giant kernel of space-corn. And that is exactly what he does:

He temporarily stops the Earth by making the ground really hard (specifically in Brazil, for some reason), and then repeatedly doing flying elbow drops onto it. Which, I won't lie, is exactly the awesome way all problems would be solved if we lived in a better universe where wrestling was real, and wrestlers were Superman.

...I still assume this probably killed at least a few people. Or fish, at least, on the daylight side where the Sun suddenly boiled an entire ocean.

Also, note how this "new" Superman plan ALSO DIDN'T INVOLVE THE FLASH WHATSOEVER. Except that he came along and narrated it for our benefit, while Superman was repeatedly smashing himself into Brazil.

The story ends with Barry hugging his wife and Clark musing to himself how he and Barry can trust each-other with their secret identities from now on, because their balls sweat into the same Spandex for like a week.

Implying that, what, the members of the JLA go into that WITHOUT knowing who each-other are? I mean, I of course see Batman pulling shit like that. But Wonder Woman and Hawkman barely have secret identities to begin with.

But I guess if Clark and Barry have exactly the same proportions and faces, maybe it doesn't really matter either way.

This issue also features the following ad for jeans:

I don't know if cattle-rustling was still such a huge problem in the West by 1969. But if you are a teen boy keen to take it upon yourself to stop it, I suppose it makes sense you should make sure your butt looks good while doing it.

Also, if you need more cheap plastic armies in your house,

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[lorirwritesfanfic]

Clingy

Author’s note: Evelyn Bennington is a creation of this author. The other characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Book: Open Heart Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x F!MC (Evelyn) Rating: E Word count: 1399 Reading time: ~6min Summary: Evelyn went on a shopping spree and Rafael can't hardly wait for her to come home. Based on the prompts: @choicesmonthlychallengee Picktober: Kinktober - Leather/Lace

Raindrops drum on the glass windows as Rafael checks his phone one more time. She's nearly two hours late. Though she said she'd probably arrive earlier at home, once Evelyn got Sienna's text mentioning sales at Bloomingdale's, he knew he'd have dinner by himself. Which is fine. Evelyn is currently on a diet, so he could have the greasy cheeseburger with fries and soda he has been craving for weeks. But it's so strange to stay alone at home. Didn't she say she would just take a look? Why is she taking so long?

He idly flips between TV channels eating the last of his fries, looking for any kind of distraction. He shouldn't worry so much. Their neighborhood is quite calm and Evelyn can handle herself just fine. Yet, deep down he knows this isn't about protectiveness. It's about missing her.

His eyes find his phone again, but he shakes his head and looks back at the TV. Evelyn's job is so demanding and, now that she moved in with him, she has spent so little time with her friends. It doesn't see right to spoil her rare moment of fun with her friends.

Almost half an hour passed when the door finally opens.

"Hi!" Evelyn walks in grinning from ear to ear carrying six large bags.

"Hi," he answers, glancing at the bags. "I see you didn't just look around."

"I swear I'd just tag along with Sienna and Jackie. But you're not going to believe the stuff I got here." She then puts the bags on the floor and opens one of them to fish out an orange tote bag. "Look at this! Isn't it pretty?"

"I like the color. I assume you're going to wear it to go out?"

"Yes! I got so much stuff to wear when we travel to Brazil."

His brows go up in surprise. "Did you?"

"What? You're not the only one daydreaming about this trip."

He smiles softly. "I'm glad you've been thinking about it too, meu amor. But you also said you'd save money for the trip."

"And I am! I only bought things that I'm going to wear on the trip and some essential items. By the way, I got something for you."

Rafael looks down at the bags then at her. "For me?"

Evelyn produces a leather jacket out of one of the bags. "You said you wanted a new jacket."

"You didn't have to do that…"

"I know. But I wanted to. I was wandering between the clothing racks searching for stuff that would look good on you and I thought you'd like it. It's comfy, it'll keep you warm and it's stylish," she adds.

He takes the jacket and nods. It does look nice.

"Go try it on."

"Now?"

"Yeah now!" She grins and kisses his cheek. "Go check in the bedroom. I want to see how it looks on you."

With that, Rafael goes to their room and stares at himself in the mirror while he puts on the jacket. It fits him like a glove and it feels nicer than he expected.

He is suddenly startled by Evelyn's arms wrapping around his frame as she hugs him from behind.

"You look so dapper, amor," she purrs.

"Thanks…" He smiles coyly.

"Do you like it?"

"I do." He turns around to gaze at her. "It's a beautiful jacket, amor. Thank you."

"No problem," she replies and steps back. "I also bought something else I thought you might like."

His jaw drops as Evelyn takes off her coat, revealing a set of emerald green lace underwire bra and panties.

"What do you think?"

"You look stunning, Eve. Though I have to say…" He takes a few steps closer to her. "If you've been walking around Boston wearing just a coat and tiny underwear since you left the store, you must be cold."

"So cold…" Evelyn nods, pouting a little.

"We have to find a way to get you warm," Rafael whispers, pulling her flush against him.

Making quick work with his clothes, they quickly move to the bed. On top of her, Rafael pulls the sheer fabric just enough to free her breasts and proceeds to suck one of her nipples while teasing the other with his hand.

As Evelyn moans, Rafael climbs down slowly and kisses her lower belly. He smiles at the sight of her panties drenched from her juices and pushes them aside to sink two fingers inside her while his thumb works on her clit.

His eyes sweep over her body and he smiles. With parted lips, she moans in delight as her sweat runs down her belly, cheeks flush, hips bucking to meet the thrust of his fingers. "You're exquisite, meu amor. I could watch you like this for hours."

"But I want more…" She begs.

"So do I…" He leans in to whisper. "But it'd be a shame not to fully appreciate how beautiful you look in this new underwear of yours."

She smiles, nibbling her bottom lip. "So you like it."

"Like is an understatement. I love it," he says as his fingers work faster.

"Raf, I want you…" Evelyn groans.

He then removes his fingers from her and pulls her panties down. "We won't need these anymore."

"But you said you love them!" She fakes pouts slightly.

"Oh, I do. I'll steal them whenever you leave me here all alone, missing you like crazy. But right now they're getting in my way."

She giggles.

Closing her legs, Rafael holds them close to his chest and slowly plunges into her. Both of them gasp. Once again, he thinks to himself he could spend hours like this, just savoring her warmth around him. But the best is yet to come.

He moves in and out, picking up speed as Evelyn meows louder. Taking his time, he gazes at her once again. Nipples hard, hands clenching the sheets, ragged breath, walls tightening around him. She's so ready. And he could barely wait to finish inside her.

"Faster…" She pleads.

He grins then hammers into her.

Her brows knit together as her body is about to climax. "Raf, I can't hold it…"

"It's okay. Let it go, meu amor…"

Her toes curl as she cries out in ecstasy. Yet he doesn't stop.

"One more?"

"Yes, please." Evelyn smirks.

Still holding her legs, he opens them and lies on her, pressing her lower limbs against her breasts as he sinks deeper.

She gasps as he rams into her. With their face at last so close, their lips meet in hungry kisses, fueled by their need for each other. It doesn't take long for her to find release again, followed by his grunts as he spills his seeds into her.

Once he eases himself out, he lays down beside her and brushes a few locks of hair away from her face. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" She smiles trying to catch her breath. "I'm on cloud nine, babe!"

He chuckles.

"Is there a special reason for these new moves? Besides the lingerie, of course."

"No… I just missed you while you were gone."

"You could've called me."

"I could. But I didn't want to ruin your time with the girls. You haven't gone out much lately. Especially by yourself. You deserve to have fun with your friends."

"Aw… You're so sweet." Evelyn crawls on top of him and gives him a peck. "But I wouldn't have minded if you texted me saying you miss me."

"Would it be too clingy?"

"Not for me. But just in case it felt clingy to you, you could have mentioned everything you planned to do to me when I got home."

"Very well." He grins and kisses the tip of her nose. "Get ready for some serious sexting next time."

Evelyn giggles. "Can't wait."

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