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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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It’s Okay, I’m Here

Pairing: Husband!Daniel x Driver!Reader

Request: Hello. Please could I request a fem f1 driver x married to Daniel and they both drive for Red Bull and, one race she gets in to an bad accident and Daniel goes into protective husband mode. Thank you

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Crash, language, hospital, etc.

A/N: Ughhhhh love protective drivers 🥵🥵

Honestly, it could happen to anyone, but of course, it happens to you in the most important race of your career. This wasn't just some race; this was Monaco Grand Prix. Today, you were going to prove yourself as a driver for Red Bull and show that you're more than just some chick driving a car and married to your teammate Daniel Ricciardo.

In truth, there was nothing to prove. Everyone on the grid respected you, and the fans adored you. Still, you always felt like you needed more than that. You repeatedly proved it with wins so close to winning the title that you could smell the fireworks and champagne.

Red Bull loved you and Daniel; initially, you both hated each other and kept wrecking every other Grand Prix; after a stern talk, you decided to let it go. Daniel wanted nothing more than to put your damn attitude into place, and you wanted to bash his head in. Christian was surprised when you both were terrific one morning and acted like nothing had happened. Of course, this tends to happen you you both fucked until the sun comes up, but no one needed to know that.

"Alright, Y/n, this is lap 57. You're 0.319 behind Russell, and Daniel is 2.467 behind you, keep pushing and get a clean overtake if you can." Horner lists off before you hear the click, making you smirk, knowing you could easily pass George with no problem in the tunnel.

You hit the gas and decide to put in the work knowing full well what you were about to do would be dangerous, but it'll get the crowd going, and the commentators would die over it. Coming up to turn 12, you didn't think much of it when you went to pass George, except the Mercedes hit the brakes early.

It all happened so fast, the screeching of brakes, the crunch of metal, the smell of burning rubber on pavement. You could still smell and hear it clear as day as your car hurled itself into the barriers knocking you out the moment you hit George's car.

"Red Flag Daniel, Red Flag, be careful. There's a crash up at turn 12, being the car in nice and easy." Horner rattled off, sounding spoked and worried.

"Who was it? Y/n, was just ahead of me. Tell me it wasn't her." Daniel demands, slowing the car down as his heart rate picks up faster, seeing smoke ahead and marshals ushering everyone back from the track.

"Don't worry about that, Daniel. Just gets the car back here, alright." Horner interrupts, knowing he couldn't let Daniel realize it was you or he'd go crazy.

"No! God Dammit, is that my wife?!" He yells as the Marshals throw something up to block drivers from seeing the crash.

Daniel doesn't receive an answer making him start yelling and cursing as he tries to get back to the pits as soon as he can to see you in person and calm down when he holds you in his arms. Except he doesn't get that when he pulls up and does t see your car, everyone in the put glued to their screens.

Climbing out of the car, he rips his helmet off and takes in the look of horror, tears, and absolute shock as he watches the scene unfold in front of him.

"Where's Y/n!" Daniel yells to no one in particular, looking for his wife all over the place, not wanting it to be true.

"Daniel." Horner walks up to him with an uncertain look as he approaches the Australian.

"No. It's not her, okay? She's around here somewhere now. Where is she because? I need to see her." The man barks, shoving his helmet down, and starts walking around the garage but stops seeing the screen.

His wife, world, and baby were being pulled out of a car limply and moved to an ambulance.

"I DNF." He announces before grabbing everything and taking off as he watches the ambulance go down the road toward the hospital.

The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity before he storms to the floor you're on. Nurses and doctors try to keep him calm, but Daniel listens to no one as he searches all over for you before finding a team of nurses.

"Get the fuck away from her." He snarls, not thinking clearly as he sees you lay with your clothes open, skin pale with sweat and splotches of blood on your body.

"Mr. Ricciardo, we need you to leave, please." A nurse tries to reason with him, but he shoves past her.

"If you think for one fucking second I'm leaving her side, then you're a bunch of dumb fucks,. Now tell me what the hell is wrong." Voice cracking at the end as he looks back down at you; you seem vulnerable and lifeless. This wasn't his wife, not the woman full of life and certainly not weak.

"She's stable, just unconscious; we're waiting for her to wake to know the full extent of her injuries." A nurse whispers, trying to soothe him.

"Leave us." He answers, not wanting anyone around him. He wanted the person or thing that did this to you dead. He didn't care if it was another driver; he'd kill them.

Hours pass as he waits for you to wake up. He hears familiar voices outside the room but refuses to leave your room or let anyone near him until you wake.

"Danny?" You croak, voice starchy and throat tight. Those big beautiful brown eyes look up at you as his brilliant smile looks broken and hurt.

"What happened?" You move to sit up, but Daniel pushes you back down with care.

"You crashed, baby, but it's okay. I'm here." He whispers, kissing your bruised and cut-up cheek.

A smile is your answer as you close your eyes and lean into Daniel's scent, not wanting him to go anywhere, and that he doesn't. The nurses and doctors rotate out of the room under Daniel's careful watch and even snap at one doctor for hurting you while examining you. Still, he had to touch you there to see if anything was damaged beyond normal.

"Stop it, Danny. You're making it hard for everyone to work." You chastise, but your husband just rolls his eyes at you.

"You're my world, love. If anyone hurts you, I'm burning it down." He grumbles as another doctor comes in.

"Just shut up." You giggle as Daniel just smirks and continues to watch over you and enjoys every moment of being protective over you. He'd hold this over you for some time.

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hearts4hughes · 9 months

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hits different | trevor zegras

(trevor zegras x fem! reader)

a/n: i’ve had this idea in my notes forever, and i’ve just managed to finish it😭 it took wayyyy too long, but i’m proud of this!

warnings: intoxication, alcohol, angst, light swearing

the pulsating bass reverberates through your body as you stand at the bar, drink in hand, trying to wash your hands of the memories of a love gone wrong. your mind drifts to the mess that trevor made of you and the hurtful images that linger in your thoughts.

you wondered if he had already moved on. if he was cooking for another girl at his apartment, or if he had strolled through the streets of anaheim with her hand in hand. had he forgotten about you? three years of love washed down the drain like dirt and filth as he confided in another woman with his love. just the mere thought sends waves of nausea through your body.

it didn’t make sense. you thought breaking up with him was the right decision, but since then, all you’ve felt was pure heartbreak.

it all started with the duck’s bad season. he was frustrated and stressed. he thought he was the problem- even though he wasn’t- and he went into an emotional hole. at the time, you didn’t understand what was happening. you thought he fell out of love with you, so as hard as it was, you broke up with him. the second the words flew off your tongue, he broke down- sobbing, yelling, begging, anything that would help you stay.

you can't help but reflect on how you used to move on so easily, like switching out partners and escaping town, but everything feels different now. the bars you visit play songs that remind you of what once was, and it hurts like nothing you've experienced before.

“y/n,” julia calls out, snapping you back into reality, “you have to stop thinking of him, it’s not going to help.” her hand rubs comfortingly up and down your back. you look at her, your face completely blank of emotion. it’s easier said than done to forget about someone who preoccupied so much of your time, and the alcohol in your system isn’t helping.

“i know, i just,” you stammer, “i just can’t escape him. it’s like he’s haunting me. everywhere i look i’m reminded of the memories we made.” she looks at you with pity.

“love is a lie, babe. you know this already.” she says- the same thing she’s been telling you since forever. “remember when you broke up with aaron?” she asks and you nod in response. “you thought he was the one and that you’d never ever move on, but after a little bit you did. you just need to give it time and you’ll get over him.”

whining, you grab your shot, throwing your head back and downing it. your nose scrunched as the alcohol burned down your throat. “but what if i don’t want to get over him, jul? i don’t want to forget about him. i just want to be with him, i just want trevor.” your words were slurred- almost incoherent.

people around you began to stare and watch the unfolding scene. protectively, julia brought you into a hug, shielding your face from everyone before they saw your tears. “let’s get you home, honey.” she cooed, wrapping her arm around your waist and helping you out of your seat.

julia brought you home, making sure you got into your house safely before driving away. you swung the front door open and stumbled into your apartment. the digital clock on the wall read 2:20am. you ripped off your heels, discarding them somewhere in your living room, and walking into your bedroom. your hair was a frizzy mess, lipstick smudged, mascara smeared everywhere, but you could care less.

you find yourself alone in your room, surrounded by memories of the past, with one particular item catching your eye- trevor’s hat. it sits on a shelf, seemingly untouched since the day you parted ways. the sight of it evokes a rush of bittersweet emotions, and you can't help but pick it up, feeling its fabric against your fingertips. the hat holds a piece of him, a piece of the love you once shared, and the weight of the memories is overwhelming.

as you hold the hat in your hands, a wave of nostalgia washes over you. memories of your time together flood your mind – the laughter, the inside jokes, the intimate moments shared under that very hat. you miss him, and the feeling intensifies with each passing day. the warmth and comfort that his presence once brought into your life are now a distant memory.

you bring the hat close to your chest, hugging it tightly as if it was him. the scent of his cologne, faint but still lingering, brings you back to those tender moments when he would embrace you, and your heart aches.

with each tear that falls, you let yourself feel the grief, the longing, and the emptiness that comes with a wound that hasn’t completely healed. you find yourself whispering his name into the fabric, wishing he were there, holding you.

suddenly, you hear a key turning in the door down the hallway. is it him? is it trevor? or has julia come to take you away from your apartment and the suffocating reminders of him?

the door closes and you hear footsteps approaching your room. the footsteps become louder as the mystery person gets closer. you close your eyes, not bothered to know who it is; however, a small part of you hopes, even wishes that it’s him.

“love?” he calls out, causing your eyes to shoot open. you see him standing in the doorway- a blurry version of him due to the alcohol and crying. a frown adorns his lips as he looks down at you. your tear stained face and bloodshot eyes give him a hint of what you were just doing. “oh y/n,” he coos, making his way over to you and repositioning you into his lap.

his arms snake around your body, pulling you close to his chest. you open your mouth to say something, but the words get caught in your throat. he presses reassuring kisses to the top of your head as you cry into his embrace.

"i’m so sorry, y/n," he whispers, his voice filled with remorse. "i messed up, and i’ve been a mess ever since you left." you try to find the right words to say, but your emotions are too overwhelming, your heart too raw. instead, you bury your face in his chest, holding on to him as if he might slip away again.

"fuck, i thought you moved on," you manage to say through your tears, your voice shaking. "all i could imagine was you with another girl, trev.”

he sights, gently rubbing your back. "no, love, there hasn't been anyone else. i’ve been miserable without you. you were always the one."

“i thought you had fallen out of love with me, that’s why i broke up with you.” your voice trembles with hurt as he feels a pang of guilt in his heart.

his expression softens, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "i was going through a rough time, and I didn't know how to handle it. i thought i was the problem, and i didn't want to bother you with my struggles. i never meant to hurt you." you move your head away from his body, staring deeply into his eyes. he’s been crying too. in that moment, you realize that he's hurting too, and maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for healing and forgiveness.

"i miss you, trevor," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "my friends try to take me out to have fun and get drunk, but i always end up slurring your name until someone puts me in a car. they’re going to stop inviting me soon.” you joke- a coping mechanism you’ve had since you were young.

he lets out a small laugh, bringing his hand up to wipe away stray tears, “i’m here now," he replies, "and i want to try again, to make things right. i love you, and my life is a fucking wreck without you."

“i love you too,” your voice is soft and sincere. a smile graces his lips and for the first time since forever, your lips connect with his, reviving what you thought was gone.

#hearts4hughes #nora’s writings 💐#anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras imagine #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #hockey boys #nhl imagines

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ineffable-endearments · 5 months

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Crowley and His Plants in Season 2

I've got this complicated post about Aziraphale and the bookshop brewing, but I want to give Crowley and his plants their own post.

It's really important that Crowley hung onto his plants for juicy characterization and symbolic and thematic reasons. It's a major character development portrayed with relative subtlety, an excellent example of Showing, Not Telling, and I think it's a thrilling sign for Crowley's character development.

Before having a chance to think about it, I thought keeping the plants in his car was a funny and odd - but sweet - detail to include. In fact, it was so sweet that it was one of those "felt like fanfic" things!

In Season 1, and in the novel, the plants were very much there for trauma reenactment, for Crowley to vent his hurt and fear and anger and betrayal onto. In a sense, they seemed to be Crowley's way of roleplaying with himself, if we assume they were only sentient because Crowley thought of them that way. Through the dynamic of yelling at his plants, which he assumed could understand him, Crowley could emotionally act out both the terrified, powerless plant (subconsciously) and the big scary entity threatening it with destruction (consciously).

If we take everything at face value, we can also guess that Crowley disposed of plants that he no longer liked because of their imperfections, which would seem to imply he didn't have much of an attachment to them. Where they went doesn't matter that much to this particular line of theorizing. He could have given them to his elderly neighbor, he could have plunked them in a community garden, he could have left them on a doorstep, he could have shredded them in the garbage disposal. In any case, they were gone from his kingdom.

And after Season 1, I wondered if he would care to keep the plants if he wasn't using them to act out trauma anymore.

But in Season 2, the plants are in fact the ONLY thing from the flat that Crowley has hung onto as he moved into his car. Sure, it's possible that he has other possessions squirreled away somewhere and he just carries the plants around because they need sunlight, but most of the other possessions go unmentioned, so we have to guess that the plants are specifically important. They're also important enough to follow him into the bookshop and back to the car instead of just staying in the car for the trip to Edinburgh.

We also don't see a single instance of Crowley berating the plants in Season 2, but they do still express his emotions somewhat (shaking when he's afraid). He still has whatever subconscious connection to them he was experiencing before. Notably, there's at least one scene where a brown spot is visible on a plant, so whatever Crowley's doing, he's not getting rid of the plants like he used to.

This seems like an obvious example of Crowley's attachment to Earth condensed into a handy symbol. Crowley has started to admit to himself that he cares about these helpless living things, that he just likes them for their own sake. They're not a sign of a job well done for Hell. They're not a memory of Aziraphale. They're not a tool to make life easier or numb the pain. They're just Life On Earth and Crowley likes to have them.

Crowley has gone from using his plants as a tool for trauma reenactment to holding onto his plants because he has a genuine attachment to them. And, for a character whose arc I believe is going to involve forming more outward connections to others, that's a big deal.

Crowley's still got a ways to go. He's carrying these plants around, but the Bentley can't be an ideal environment for them. The whole process of driving them around, not to mention bringing them in and out of the bookshop, has to be kind of awkward for Crowley, too. It's very reminiscent of a character whose attachment to Earth is ambivalent, but who is moving in the right direction.

I wonder what'll happen next. His progress could be relatively linear, wherein he just goes off and forms more connections to humans on Earth after Aziraphale goes back to Heaven.

My suspicion, though, is that he will return to Hell with the specific goal in mind of thwarting the Second Coming and possibly trying to bring the entire system crashing down. In this way, Crowley experiences a massive setback in his position (he wants to be on Earth, not in Hell!) but is actually demonstrating a redoubled dedication to Earth and humans, so what he's doing is not backsliding. Compare it to Season 1, when Crowley is charged with delivering the Antichrist and complains, as late as the Antichrist's 11th birthday, that he didn't want to be involved, that Hell shouldn't have chosen him - when Hell choosing Crowley was the only reason he was ever in a position to try to thwart Armageddon.

But that's a lot of speculation. The point is, the plants are a meaningful connection to Earth and Crowley is taking care of them.

#good omens #anthony j crowley #good omens spoilers #go s2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #Yeah the gif is Crowley baby talking the Bentley #But they are holding the plants #And I wanted a happy picture with Crowley and the plants instead of a scared or sad one #And I also can't help but think maybe his more open affection toward the car is relevant too

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callsign-dexter · 3 months

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Taming the Flame 18+

Request: Ahhhh I LOVE THE CHICAGO UNIVERSE SO MUCH! Too many hotties at once haha 🤤How about some love for Kelly Severide where you're working at Ambo 61 for years now and Kelly always tried getting your attention but you never let it get to you as you know about him being a Womanizer and you don't wanna be one of his chicks. One time as he sees you getting closer with some guy you met at Molly's and he even comes to the firehouse he can't take it anymore and he grabs you, kissing you with all the passion and you end up sleeping together in his quarters. Then you cuddle and he tells you that he's serious, and something in your mind tells you to believe him, so you do? 😊🙊

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut

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A/N: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms I hope you're prepared for some Kelly Severide smut.....

For as long as you could remember you have always worked with Kelly Severide at Firehouse 51 and worked on Ambo 61. You loved your job and the people that worked there, one in particular and that would be the man himself but you always kept your feelings a secret. For years Kelly had been trying to make you jealous and get you to notice him and it had worked but you just didn’t let it show. When you both had to do a task and had to be partnered up, he would always volunteer to be your partner and you weren’t complaining in the least bit.

Both of your shifts were just about to start. You had pulled up at the same time as he did and smiled and shook your head. You killed the engine and so did he. He got out at the same time as you did. “Good morning, beautiful.” He said while grabbing his bag and you did the same

“Morning, Kelly.” You replied back and you two began walking into the firehouse.

“When are you going to let me take you on a date?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Never.” You said somewhat meaning it and he frowned.

“Why not?” He asked

“You know why.” You said and he raised an eyebrow and you just shook your head and headed to go and get changed. Leaving a confused Kelly standing there. When you got there Sylvie, Stella, and Gabby were getting dressed as well.

“Good morning.” You said and they smiled.

“Good morning.” They replied at the same time.

“How was your time off?” Gabby asked

“It was wonderful. Got to sleep in and catch up with Jay and Will.” You said and they smiled and nodded. Jay and Will were your childhood friends and you all considered each other family. “How was your guy's time off?” You asked.

“It was good. Did some shopping and laid around.” Sylvie said and you smiled.

“Antonio and I had some brother and sister bonding but other than that nothing.” Gabby said just then the bell rang and everyone was rushing out to their respective vehicles and everyone was off.

When you got to the scene it was 4 car pileups so it was all hands-on deck. Gabby, Sylvie, and you worked in unison making sure the people that needed help were directed over to somewhere and the others that didn’t need as much help were grouped together. “Someone! Please help me! My child is stuck!” A woman shouted and that made you shoot up and head over to the black sedan you looked in and saw the child was unconscious. You turned to the mother.

“Ma’am just be calm and I’m gonna get some help opening this door.” You said seeing as the door where the kid was crushed in and from what you could see the car had hit it and then another car crashed into it and pushed it away. You turned and looked to see who was free and spotted Kelly “Severide! I need you!” You yelled out and that got his attention and he was quick to come rushing to your side along with some other members. “Door is stuck and won’t open. I need to get the boy as soon as possible.” You said and he nodded.

“You got it.” He said and he turned to give orders in the meantime you were in the front seat trying to assess the injuries as best as you could. You turned to the woman.

“What is your son’s name?” You asked

“Jake his name is Jake.” She said frantically and you smiled and nodded.

“Jake, can you hear me?” You asked and he groaned a little bit and that made you smile and he slowly opened his eyes “That’s it. My name is Y/N and I’m here to help you.” You said and he just stared at you “Kelly?” You asked.

“Just 5 more seconds.” He said and you nodded.

“Just hold on, Jake.” You said and then you heard the door coming off and then you were getting out and going to the little boy. “Does anything hurt?” You asked.

“My arm and chest.” He said quietly and you smiled and nodded. “Where is my mom?” He asked

“I’m right here baby. This nice paramedic is going to help you.” She said and you smiled.

“Can I feel around?” You asked him and he nodded and you did so. He whimpered when you pressed his arm and around his chest. “Ok, it looks like you may have broken your arm and the seatbelt sure did its job. We’re gonna get you out of here and looked at.” You said while placing a c-collar on him.

“I’m right behind you.” Kelly said and cut the boy loose and you were moving him onto the gurney supplied by another firehouse. You rattled off the boy's condition and Kelly was just looking at you in amazement. He had liked no loved you from the moment you two had met and he wanted to be with you but he was still in his running around and sleeping around stage but after a few months he finally realized he loved you and slowed down. Now when he does it, it was to make you jealous or grab your attention but you knew him and his history of women. So, when he tried to flirt with you, you just brushed him off. He has made it his mission to get you to notice him and go out with him and maybe that would lead to some other things. It wasn't a secret that he liked you since he flirted with you nonstop, you loved it but didn't let it get you because he is a womanizer and you didn't want to be added to the list. You didn't want to be the next hook up and then he was onto the next.

The pileup was cleared and cleaned up and everyone was headed back to the station. You had dropped off the patients that you needed to. It only took 4 hours to get everything sorted out. When the trucks and ambulance was back you took the liberty of cleaning the ambulance and restocking, you claimed that it calmed you down after a call and it was satisfying. As you were doing this and lost in your own world you didn't hear Kelly walk up. “You're so sexy when you're working you know that?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Sure I am.” You said, glancing at him.

“You are.” He said and you rolled your eyes and turned back to what you were doing and a smile came across your face.

“Ok, Kel.” You said using the nickname that you're only allowed to use for him. He was about to say something else but Casey called out his name and Kelly looked disappointed that he would have to leave you.

“I'll talk to you later, beautiful.” He said and turned to walk away and you turned and watched him.

You really didn't get a chance to talk to him again because either Squad 3 was called out or Ambulance 61 was. It seemed like Ambulance 61 was being called out a lot, as soon as you got back from a call you were being called to another place.

You finally got a break just 3 hrs before your shift ended and you were exhausted. As soon as you pulled into the bay and had gotten out, he was meeting you. “About time you're back. I was having a Y/N withdrawal.” He said and you tried to blush with an eye roll.

“I'm sure you were thinking about all the other women that are falling at your feet.” You said and he shook his head.

“No, you're the only one I want.” He said

“Sure, Kelly. Are you coming to Molly's after shift?” You asked changing the subject and he nodded.

“Only if you are.” He said and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yea, I'm going. I need a few drinks after this hellacious day.” You said and he chuckled.

The rest of the shift you were cleaning, filling out paperwork, and just overall hoping another call doesn't come your way. You don't look up until Kelly is standing right in front of you. “Ready to go?” He asked and you looked at your watch and nodded.

“Yes please. I'll be happy to get out of here for a few days.” You said

“You and me both.” He said and after you got changed and headed to your car and him to his truck you two talked. Before you knew it you were following him to Molly's and parking beside him. Most of everyone else was there with you guys so it was gonna be a fun night.

You walked in and immediately saw Intelligence and some of Med there. Then you spotted Will and Jay and walked over to them. “Hey.” You said and hugged them and they hugged you back. “Did we miss anything?” You asked and they shook their heads.

“Nope it's just been boring but now that you and 51 one is it's gonna get interesting.” Will said with a smile and you rolled your eyes and pushed him.

“Oh hush.” You said and then gave the bartender your order and it was quick to arrive. The night was spent with you mingling about and gossiping with the girls from Intelligence, Med, and 51. You scanned the bar and found Kelly talking with some blonde headed woman who only wanted one thing and seemed to enjoy it and you rolled your eyes and turned back to your conversation. You loved him, you really did but you couldn't be with him especially since he loves to hook up with random women.

“What's with the face?” Hailey asked and you raised an eyebrow.

“What look?” You asked and then scanned again and still found Kelly in the same position.

“That look.” Kim said they looked where you were looking and suddenly understood.

“It’s nothing guys really.” You said not taking your eyes away from Kelly.

“You have nothing to worry about. He is absolutely in love with you. You really have tamed the flame of Kelly Severide.” Gabby said and you scoffed and looked at her.

“Yeah right. I’m gonna get another beer. Anybody want anything?” You asked and they shook their heads and you took it as your que to get up and walk to the bar. When you got to the bar you had to wait for a few minutes and that gave enough time for a guy to come over and sit down next to you.

“Now what is a beautiful girl doing up here all alone?” He said and you turned to look at him. He was a doctor, law enforcement, firefighter, or paramedic. He had dark brown hair and honey-colored eyes. You smiled at him.

“Just trying to get a drink. I’m here with some work friends.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“What is it that you do?” He asked and you smiled and you thought that it would be nice to talk to someone outside of the firehouse.

“I’m a paramedic for Firehouse 51.” You said and he smiled.

“I’m Chad.” He said and then waved down the bartender.

“I’m Y/N.” You replied and then the bartender arrived.

“What can I get the two of you?” She asked

“I need another Coors Light and whatever this beautiful woman is having. Put it on my tab.” He said smoothly. You told her what you were drinking and she got the drinks for you and then you decided to stay and talk to this handsome stranger that goes by the name of Chad.

“You should come down to the station sometime. I’m off tomorrow and the next two days and then working again.” You said and he nodded.

“I will most certainly do that.” He said and the night just continued on. That night Chad made you forget about Kelly and you had a great time and you even went home with him.

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Kelly wasn't having a good time. He was just coming over to get a drink and this random girl walked over and started chatting with him. Every now and then he would do a sweep over the bar and find you laughing and having a good time with Kim, Hailey, Gabby, Stella, and Sylvie and when he saw you laughing, he smiled. He turned back to his conversation smiling thinking of you, when he looked up, he caught your eye and his smile faded as he saw the look on his face. He was only interested in you and only you.

The next time he looked up you saw you at the bar and he was about to walk over to you but a guy beat him to it. He watched you interact with this guy and actually smile. The girl that came up to him was long forgotten and when he stopped paying attention to her, she huffed and stormed off. Now he had to stand there and watch you hit it off with Chad.

Kelly was jealous and he hated that feeling. It should be him over there with you. You should be with him. His mood had soured for the rest of the night and he turned down any other women that came up to him. He wanted you and only you. You were perfect for him. What tipped him off was when you left with Chad and he didn't see you for the rest of the night.

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Over the course of the days, you were off you enjoyed some alone time and some time with Chad. It turns out he worked as a school teacher and he loved his job. Of course, you two had some fun together but it was never really serious because you loved Kelly. Over the days you were off you had lunch with Chad and it was great and you loved spending time with him. What you didn’t know was that Kelly just happened to be at the same little restaurant and noticed you and Chad and grew increasingly jealous because he wanted that to be him with you and not Chad. He just sighed and reminded himself that you both would be back at work tomorrow and then he would have you all to himself and nobody could steal you away from him.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot of the station and not a second later Kelly’s truck was pulling up next to you. You smiled and then got out as he did. “Good morning.” You said and he turned to look at you and gave you a nod and then walked off into the station an eyebrow raised but you shook it off and got your mind into work mode. You greeted the other crew as they were leaving and then greeted some of the others on shift with you. Not a word from Kelly and he hadn’t been seen and that worried you but you let it slide and started your shift. Right as soon as you got your outfit changed and stuff put away the bell rang for Ambulance 61 and that had you running and joining Gabby and Sylvie and you were off to the call. You looked out the window and saw Kelly looking at you but you couldn’t read his face but there was a slight frown. The call was easy and it didn’t take too long and you were back at the station in time. Gabby parked and everyone got out and you went into the kitchen to grab something to drink and you ran into Kelly. “Hey.” You said and he turned around and gave you a smile.

“Hey.” He said but it was short.

“Are you ok?” You asked and he nodded and then continued on what he was doing and you sighed. “Did I do something?” You asked and he jerked and looked at you.

“No, absolutely not. You did nothing wrong.” He said and that made you confused.

“Then why didn’t you talk to me this morning or why did I not see you until we got that call?” You asked curious.

“Trust me it is not you. It really is me. Y/N you have to understand that-” He began when Herrmann called your name and appeared into the kitchen.

“There is a Chad here for you.” He said and you nodded and gave Kelly one last look and headed to greet him. Kelly stood there for a few minutes with Herrmann.

“You love her, don’t you?” He asked and Kelly nodded.

“I do.” Kelly replied

“Then do something about it.” Herrmann said and Kelly nodded and watched his coworker walk away. That gave him time to think. He did love you and he wanted to be with you and only you. He had made up his mind and walked out of the kitchen and to where you were. He saw you laughing with Chad and that made his jealous rear its head and take control of his body. Kelly walked up with you with so much confidence, he gently spun you around and smashed his lips into yours in a hot passionate kiss that you were quick to return leaving Chad there stunned. After a minute or so a throat was being cleared and you broke apart and looked over at Chad.

“I think it is best if you go.” Kelly said and he nodded.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” He awkwardly said.

“No, you won’t.” Kelly said and then started to drag you to his quarters. When you got there you were about to say something but he was quick to push you against the door and kiss you again this kiss was filled with want and need. “Been wanting to do that for a while now.” He said and then returned to kissing you.

“Kelly.” You moaned out and turned your head to the side giving him more access to your neck and that sweet spot. He smirked into your neck and bit that one spot that had your knee going weak. You could feel how hard he was through his pants and that made you moan and clench around nothing, you needed and wanted him at the same time. “Kel, I need you.” You moaned out and he smirked.

“You got me baby.” He said and you shook your head again.

“No, I need you to be inside of me.” You said and he grunted.

“Jump.” He said and you did and then he was turning around and walking you over to his bed, where he gently laid you down. He was quick to get your clothes off and then his was disappearing and joining yours in the pile it had created. “You are so beautiful, baby.” He said while you laid there naked in front of him and you blushed but you couldn’t help but look him up and down and then stopped at his cock and you practically started to drool. “Like what you see?” He asked and you nodded.

“Love what I see.” You said and he smirked and then was crawling up until he was seated between your legs.

“Already so wet for me and all I did was kiss you.” He said and you chuckled.

“I can’t help that you turn me on.” You said and he smirked and then parted your legs slightly and started to kiss the inside of your thighs until he got to where you needed him the most.

“Kel.” You moaned out when he licked a broad stripe up your slick folds and you swear you could’ve came right then and there. He continued his attack on your pussy and he wasn’t letting you up. Your hands went to his hair and grabbed on it and pulled his face further into you. One hand went to your hips to keep them still and down when you tried to buck up into his face and the other hand went to your pussy and rubbed your clit and then two fingers were being pushed into you and he started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. Your head was thrown back in a mouth open in a slight moan, you knew you had to be quiet but with him pleasing you this good you couldn’t help but voice it. All too soon he stopped and pulled out of you licking his fingers and then took them out, he crawled up until you felt his cock nudging your opening.

“Damn you taste good. As much as I want you to cum on my face, I want you to come on my cock.” He said and again you clenched around nothing. He reached down and pumped himself and then he was slowly easing into you and attaching his lips to yours to swallow that moan that was coming out of you. You bottomed out and your hands gripped his sheets as he started his slow thrusting, he stretched you out in all the right places and filled you like nobody ever has. He was bigger than your previous lovers and you were loving it. You always dreamed about how it would be to have sex with him and you could finally say that your dreams were coming true and it was glorious. He finally released your lips when air was needed. You let out a loud moan and his hand was quick to come up and cover your mouth. “Shhhh. As much as I want to hear you, you have to be quiet.” He said and you nodded and he uncovered your mouth.

“Faster, Kel.” You said and he obliged and started to go faster. You wrapped your legs around him and locked your ankles. His arms came to rest beside your head and caged you in. You were just glad that the blinds were shut.

“Oh, baby. You’re so tight.” He moaned out and he thrusted in and hit your g-spot that had you moaning practically loud and he was quick to cover your mouth. “I told you to be quiet.” He said and made a sharp thrust into you.

“I can’t help it. You fill me up and stretch me in all the right places.” You said when he took his hand away from your mouth and that made him smirk. “I’m close.” You said and he nodded.

“I am too. Cum with me.” He said and sped up and your nails dug into his shoulder blades and he hissed. His head dropped down to your breasts and he started to give them attention and when he slightly bit your right nipple that had you cumming.

“I’m cumming, Kel.” You said and then he did it to your left and that is what you did you in. You clenched around him and that rubber band snapped and your nails went down his back leaving scratches in their wake and that was it for him.

“I am too.” He said and then his thrusts got sloppy and then he stilled inside of you. His head was thrown back and a quiet moan came out of him. After a few minutes you both came down from your high and he was collapsing next you and you turned to where you were facing him. “That was hot.” He said and you nodded. “I mean it when I said that you’re the only one for me and that you’re it for me.” He said and you smiled and looked up at him.

“I believe you. I guess Gabby was right when she said I tamed the flame.” You said and he chuckled.

“You certainly did. When I saw you talking with Chad at Molly’s I was jealous. I wanted that to be me with you.” He said

“What about that woman that you were with? You were smiling a lot.” You asked and shook his head and kissed your forehead and looked down at you.

“She came up and talked to me and I was so desperately trying to get away from her. I was smiling because I saw you laughing and having a good time with the girls.” He said and you smiled.

“I love you, Kels.” You said

“I love you too.” He said and you laid there in each other arms enjoying being there with each other. That moment didn’t last long because the bells were ringing signaling for Squad, Truck 81, and Ambulance 61 for a call. You both groaned but were quick to get dressed as you were coming out of his quarters, you ran into Gabby, Sylvie, Stella, and a few others and they just looked at you and smirked. You hurried off and with your head hung but a smirk on your face and Kelly’s. As you were about to get into the ambulance, he caught you and kissed you and you returned it but you were being pulled into the ambulance and everyone was off to the call.

“So, you and Kelly finally admitted your feelings and got together huh?” Gabby asked and you blushed.

“Oh hush.” You said and they laughed but you smiled.

You and Kelly loved each other that was for sure and now you both could be with each other. Neither of you were going to let one another go and you were ok with that. You finally tamed the flame and that flame was yours and only yours.

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gaslysainz · 7 months

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Lost (PG10) pt4

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! I present to you the 4th part of my fanfic. I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. Something's have started to cook. Hope you look forward to it. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

This one's a filler chapter, so please bear with me.

Something completely different happened today. A knock at my door woke me up from my 1 hour nap which has unfortunately turned into a 3 hour nap. I stood up from the bed and opened the door only to find my husband standing there and running a hand through his curls. Oh! What a sight! He looks like a Greek God.

"Hey! Did you need something? I'm sorry I fell asleep, also you can come inside"

He thanked me and entered my room, this is completely new. But nonetheless, I had to take a chance. He was looking around the room and the pictures hanging on the walls. His eyes stuck to one picture in particular. A picture captured by Pierre's mom of Isaac, Pierre and myself. It was Halloween and Isaac wanted to be a Vampire and on the other hand Pierre and Me were Romeo and Juliet. He was 6 and I was 4! We did not even know who Romeo and Juliet were! It was because of the elders who had insisted on these costumes! Oh! What I'd give to have those days back.

"You need something?"

"Ah! No, um actually yes, I have to attend an event with the rest of grid tomorrow. And you have to come with me. So be ready by 7pm tomorrow, will you? Wear something nice. I'll send someone with dresses for you to choose today in the evening. Just pick something from there."

There it is! Like I've mentioned before, he only remembers me when he needs something or needs to go somewhere to show off the world our so called amazing married life. *Scoff* But I'm not mad, at least I'll be able to meet HIM after so many days. The only person who happens to care even a little bit for me. Who always greets me with a beautiful smile on his face. A friend? Nope, he's like an angel for me.

I really hope everyone gets a friend like him!

" *Cough* *cough* You there?"

" Oh yea! I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted. Umm, Why don't you take Julia with you? I'm sure she would love to accompany you and also I'm sure she has several dresses in her wardrobe already. Won't even have to buy a dress last minute"

The look Pierre gave me after I mentioned Julia simply yelled 'ARE YOU CRAZY'. I mean I knew why he wouldn't take Julia, but I just find a different kind of satisfaction by reminding it to him.

"Um, I'll be ready tomorrow. Don't worry. By the way, where's Julia?"

"I sent her home, no need for her to stay here for these two days, either way we'd be busy. It'll only distract us."

Oh well! That was odd! Distract us from what exactly? Sometimes this man leaves no tables unturned to confuse me to no end. Anyways. I know better now than to crack my brain over these things. It's actually useless cause I won't get anymore clear answers from him than this.

"Any specific colour that I need to keep in mind while choosing the dress?"

"Not that I'm aware of, just keep it a bit formal. I'll get going. If Julia calls or comes asking for me, just tell her I've been out for a meeting since morning."

And then he rushed out the door, not before checking our childhood photo once again. Okay! That was highly confusing! I mean why was he avoiding Julia? Or am I reading too much between the lines? No one knows. I better go eat something until then.

But still, I'm a bit lost here.

LOST in confusion.

PS - Please lemme know what do you think about LOST and also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list ❤️

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doofus-and-dragons · 9 months

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This will more than likely be the last one of these I have. So, for the last time, here is my live reaction to the final season of TMA. These will be in no particular order because ice been listening to it over the span of a couple of weeks. I only listen to it at work.

TMA S5 Spoilers ahead

The cabin episode made me so sad. The eyepocolypse had even taken away their domestic bliss

I really don't remember the trenches that well. It's not a fear of mine, so it didn't shake me or stick well enough. Still good tho

The sickness episode sent me right back to senior year of highschool. I had to take a minute KXNSKXN

REVOLUTIONS WAS AMAZING I LOVED THE POETRY AND THE ACENGING OF SASHA BY KILLING NOT!SASHA. I love it.

At first I thought the worms was about Jane again but I was very wrong. It was a very interesting take!

Curiosity made me incredibly sad. I feel bad for Eric, Micheal, and Sarah(? Trinity? I don't remember. She was set on fire by a desolation avatar I think)

Also: Gertrude x Agnes perhaps???? Or at least solemn pinning? Maybe I just think it's slightly tragic to make it so and sometimes angst is good yknow?

Roots was ok, but the only part that stuck out to me was the jealous Martin scene. I listened to it like 3 times. I kept rewinding it just to list to it.

Fire Escape was SO good! It gave me a kind of manic energy as I listened to the descriptions of the fire.

Martin in the Lonely again made me cry. That's it.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend?" "Yes actually." "Oh...so is there anyway this doesn't end in me dead?"

The Basira and Daisy stuff actually did make me feel bad for Basira. Like, it's the apocalypse and she's having a whole ass crisis.

SALESA WAS INCREADIBLE

I wonder how he faked his death... man is talented and smart, I'll give him that

Skipping ahead to Martin's domain. Loved that. My boy isn't strictly human and I love that he can't deny that fact anymore.

Martin: Something something "one of you"

Jon, being a smug theater kid bastard boy: "One of us."

Like I heard that and I imagined him smirking ominously and gesturing with both his hands

He sounded so pleased that his boyfriend, as miniscule a role it had or that martin had, was like him, and I love that for him

I'm so glad Melanie and Georgie are happy. Though, the cult does weird me out (cults give me the heebie jeebies. It was a very nice touch!)

They deserve nice things.

Also, my favorite of the Cult members was Anil's character. I can't remember his name right off the top of my head, but he was wonderful. Anil did amazing with that little cameo/role

The scene where's he's arguing with Martin reminds me of that Jojo meme with jotoro and dio, but instead of stands they have their poetry clutched tight in their fists

"I dont need a poet." No, Jon, because you already have one. His name is Martin

Of course Jon gets trapped in the ocean when he doesn't have big string martin to row him out of it XD

SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE

Annabelle Cane is wonderful, I'm so glad Jon didn't kill her. She's so chummy with Martin up until she has to be a dramatic villain and I love that for her!

The ladder episode made me grin like a maniac manly because I would be the Martin in that situation. I love the feeling of falling/floating, but I hate actually getting myself to fall. I physically can't do it. I can barely dive into the lake from my papaw's boat

Martin, there are thousands of fanfics that dive into you two getting together without the trauma. Don't even.

NO JON THE PLAN

Hey, real elias! That's where him being a stoner comes from! Because he is one! Nice.

I love og Elias, and I would protect him with my life I don't care.

Oh wait it was just Magnus dreaming

JON NO THE PLAN FUCKING HELL

I almost cried when Martin was yelling at Jon. The boys are fighting

THE KISS HOLY SHIT ALEX SAKD THEY WOULDNT KISS THEY KISSED AH

They're somewhere else being happy and domestic now you can't change my mind

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xxfangirl365xx · 29 days

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Question: "What is a day you'll never forget?"

Ghoul's answer: The Day we met Show Pony

NOTE: Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's and Kobra's here so here is Ghoulie's (:

Mine predates all of the other guys' stories and it's kinda sappy but why not. Mine was the day I met my fellow prankster Show Pony. Despite popular belief they didn't just roll up and start hanging around with us.

The four of us ( Poison, Kobra ,Jet and I) had been in the zones about a year and had pretty well adjusted to life out in the middle of nowhere. We were on patrol by ourselves, one of the first times Dr.D let us do that alone. Basically we got to drive around all day, nothing usually ever happened. On this day in particular we were on our way home and spotted something off in the distance...Dracs? Possibly. We drew out ray guns and headed over only to be met with a horrifying scene of three people, all fairly young, seemingly dead.

"Dear Destroya" Poison remarked observing the sad scene

They definitely had just escaped the city and made it pretty far into the zones...unfortunately they were unarmed and didn't stand much of a chance.

Jet went to the three and looked to see if by some miracle they were alive. First two were a sad head shake no.

The third person had long dirty tangled black hair and was maybe about 17 years old...about the same age as me. Jet gently grabbed their wrist expecting nothing and were were all shocked when he found a pulse.

" Guys! This one's alive!"

" They're bleeding from somewhere on their head" Kobra noted, hiding behind his brother, scared for who knows what reason.

It's not a secret that I hate blood, I get a paper cut and nearly pass out and the guys make fun of me for it a lot, but this time it didn't bug me, I was much more bothered by the fact this poor kid was now hurt and alone laying next to their dead friends. I wasted no time In gently picking them up and we headed back to the car so we could go back to the diner and hopefully help this kid. I rested their head in my lap to keep them as comfortable as I could on the ride home. I took my vest off and covered them with it because it was getting cold. I felt really bad, you know, I was so lucky to have found a good group to rely on and call my family and I think this made me realize how fortunate I really was. This kid needed a friend and I decided to be that friend.

We got home and I carried their limp body in the diner and laid them on an extra mattress we had.

" YO DR.D" Poison yelled

" What's up boys?" He asked coming into the room a few seconds later ( this was before he hurt his leg)

"We found this wanderer on the route home" Poison explained " Their buddies were dead but they're alive for the time being"

He stood over my shoulder looking at the kid

" Should I call a doctor?" he asked after a second

" Aren't you a doctor?" Kobra asked confused

He laughed, realizing he had never clarified where that title came from

" It's just a name, I ain't got a degree to back it up. I don't know shit about medicine" he continued

" Ohhhhh..." we exclaimed in unison

"I'll call someone" He said leaving the room

I sat next to the kid for a while, just watching the rise and fall of their chest for what seemed like hours until an actual doctor came.

He looked them over before coming to the conclusion they were in perfect health other than a head injury.

" Just keep a close eye on them for the next few days,once they wake up they may be a little out of it but I'm sure they will be okay." He said before him and Dr.D went outside to smoke a cigar and gossip for a while.

" Well, you heard him. I guess they're gonna be alright" Jet said. "Well' I'm gonna go change the tire on the Trans-am, it's got a leak."

" I'll come watch." Poison said , Kobra following right behind his brother

Jet poked his head in the doorway after a second.

"You coming Ghoul?"

" Nah, I'm gonna sit with them." I said

" alright"

I sat for a while enjoying some silence until the kid began to wake up. Of course I had never been in a situation like this before.

I sat next to them and gently moved the hair out of their face.

"Ugghhh-shit" they mumbled groggily

'"Uhhh...Um.." what are you supposed to say in this situation?! " He-y?"

They looked over at me and the first they they said...I kid you not was

" Why do you have a bee on your sleeve?"

I looked at my shirt sleeve..I do have a bee on my shirt. Huh...good observation.

" Who...are you? You look funny." They said again

" I'm Fun ghoul, I'm Killjoy." I explained " what's your name?" I asked, unsure if they could answer that question. To my surprise they answered rather quick

" I've been waiting foreverrr for someone to ask me that. My name's Show Pony." They said slurring their speech.

" Nice to meet you, Show Pony... How ya feeling?"

"I dunno" they giggled

"Looks like you hit your head pretty bad huh?"

" I think so" they said continuing to giggle like a crazy person

" What's so funny?" I asked starting to laugh too

" The room's spinning it's like a carnival ride"

" Oh yeah that is fun- do you like carnivals?"

"Yeah...no clowns though"

" Oh you don't like clowns?"

" nu uh they're creepy and smelly...am I smelly? The dessert is gross." They thought for a second before they started crying

" Am I a clown? I'm weird looking and I smell" they said in between tears

I forgot the kind of wack mood swings that happened when you were going through withdrawals from BLI brainwash drugs.

'"Hey, you're not a clown, don't cry" I said, trying to comfort them.

Without a second though I knelt down further and hugged them.

They stopped for a second and were perfectly still.

" I overstepped and made them uncomfortable!" I said in my head " Oh Ghoul you idiot!"

To my surprise they hugged back and quietly whispered

" Thank you"

I spent the rest of the night doing my best to take care of Show Pony and just chatting and giving them a hard time while they tried to tell lame jokes such as this fun one at 2:07 AM

" Hey Ghoul Knock Knock"

"Who's there?"

" Boo"

" what?"

" Nooo you're supposed to say boo who!"

" Aww don't cry Pony"

" Your a jerk"

Show Pony became very good friends with us all and impressed Dr.D with their intense knowledge of music and when he started his station he made Show Pony his official helper.

So yeah, I love Pony, they're one of my best friends no matter how annoying they can be, one of my favorite people and a part of my large Zone family.

Anyways that's my story, see ya later

-Fun Ghoul

#my chemical romance #mcr #show pony #danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #the fabulous killjoys #fun ghoul #party poison #jet star #kobra kid #mcr fanfiction #my chemical fucking romance #danger days

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I’m a bit stuck on my game’s fourth chapter because of overthinking. A lot of the overthinking ties directly into the handling of a plural character, so I figured I’d ask you.

So the third chapter introduced a character named Mildthryth. This was during a rescue mission for the local noble named Leofwaru. Mildthryth had a particular attachment to her.

In a flashback we see that another noble named Sceowynn had subjected Mildthryth to a sort of exorcism. Sceowynn is turned away after an argument with Leofwaru. Leofwaru basically said that you shouldn’t exorcise a child without her consent(as well as some political points that aren’t relevant to this discussion). After this, Aethelthryth(the demon in question) talks to Mildthryth direction and tells her that Leofwaru seems safe.

Back to the present, they find Leofwaru and her personal guards dead. They host a funeral pyre, then a feast. During the feast, Sceowynn arrives, feigning honorable intentions. After Sceowynn insults Leofwaru directly, Aethelthryth force fronts to yell at her. Then Sceowynn provokes Aethelthryth to chase her outside.

Originally I intended that their friend Cyneflaed would calm Aethelthryth down, but then I realized it didn’t make sense for Mildthryth to be talking to her first. I do want Cyneflaed to have a role in calming her down, but for that Mildthryth’s words need to be insufficient.

My current plan is that Mildthryth and Aethelthryth don’t recognize the possibility that Sceowynn might just want to kill them both. Mildthryth is just worried to lose her friend to a possible exorcism attempt. In that case Cyneflaed would point that out, and make Aethelthryth realize how recklessly she’s behaving. But I worry this might seem insulting somehow. Just wanna run it by people who know better.

Additionally, I wanted to have a second flashback with Leofwaru somewhere in there. I think it’d be for when she’s introduced to Aethelthryth. The main thing I wanted to make clear with such a scene is that Leofwaru was unambiguously supportive of them. And I was hoping for advice on how best to convey that.

I think that’s everything I wanted to ask about. Thanks for your time!

It makes perfect sense to have a friend try to calm a more volatile alter/headmate if it's needed, especially for their safety, Demon or not. That this demon is fronting initially to defend Leofwaru helps avoid some of the "evil alter" tropes that might otherwise be present. But that Demon's still a person and not gonna always be the most levelheaded when it's needed, and that's within narrative reason!

As for Leofwaru, you could show Mildthryth talking about the friendship they've made, and Leofwaru erring on the side of "This is making you happier, and I want you to be happy." And that could be how he shows his support.

Or maybe he mentions noticing that Mildthryth has gotten more of a backbone lately, and that's been good to see, only for it to be revealed that it's been Aethelthryth that he's been seeing do those bold or brave things. And he gets to express that her life seems to be better with this support in her life. That fully depends on what Aethelthryth's personality is like, but it's an option.

I hope that prompts some inspiration!

-Mod Tick Tock

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wildflower-otome · 8 months

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[Translation] Shuuen no Virche - Yves Short Story

Author: Satomi Nakayama

Source: Shuuen no Virche Error Salvation Official Visual Fanbook

Lis ~Innocent• Pure Love~

It happened on a clear sunny day, a day without a cloud in the sky.

On a particular afternoon, after some time had passed since I had begun helping out at Yves’ handyman shop.

‘---You know, the other day when I was out searching the forest on a request, I found a field of rare flowers.’

While Hugo was gone from the shop for two full days, out on an job---.

In front of Fuku’s fish tank, which we had moved so he could bask in the sun, while hulling a large amount of peas for dinner, Yves brought up the topic of the mysterious flowers as we casually conversed.

‘A request from the other day…..you mean when you went to survey the northern forest?’

‘Yes, that’s the one. I’ve grown a lot of different flowers as part of my hobby, but it was the first time I’d seen flowers like those.’

Let’s see now, Yves said as he did his best to remember the scene he saw that day.

‘They were different colours, red and white. They were shaped like…..I’m not quite sure how to describe it.’

As if it were difficult to explain, Yves groaned as he continued to shell peas.

After gently scolding Fuku as he splashed up out of the water as if looking for food, ‘I don’t think you can eat peas, so sorry but no can do~’, Fuku went back into the tank as if disappointed.

‘It was like stars in the night sky had fallen down…..something like that?’

‘Wow, that---’

This time, just as Fuku was enthusiastically gulping down the fish food that Yves dropped into the tank, it was my face that lit up with a smile.

‘That sounds lovely. Just like the kind of magic flowers that appear in books.’

‘Right? Especially because it was a whole field of them growing and they covered an entire area. The moment I spotted them I couldn’t help yelling, “Uwah- Wow, wow--!” like a little kid.’

‘Hehe, I would have liked to have seen you like that, just as much as I would the flowers.’

Gweck, as if satisfied, Fuku made a movement as if he was burping.

‘Well then, how about we go see them together tonight, after work is over?’

‘Eh?’

‘I thought it would be a waste to only keep them for myself, after all. Ah, no need to push yourself if you dislike the idea though?’

‘No way---. It’s not possible I’d ever dislike going out somewhere with you, Yves!’

‘Ahaha, thank you. Well then it’s settled…..once you’ve got permission from Sister Salome, let’s meet up in front of the shop tonight at 9pm.’

‘Understood. …..I’ll be looking forward to it.’

‘Yeah, me too. Ah-, I wish it was 9 already!’

‘Hehe, you’re definitely being a little too impatient.’

As the two of us anticipated our upcoming plan, in front of us Fuku seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

Impatiently, I continued to glance up at the clock. The time for us to meet up had finally arrived.

I joined up with Yves at the shop after heading there at a half run, having been seen off by Mam. And as I followed after him as he walked as if enjoying himself, we continued to head north---arriving at the entrance to the forest.

‘It can be a little difficult to keep your footing in this forest. ---Come, give me your hand.’

I hesitated a little as he held out his hand to me as if it were only the natural thing to do.

‘…..Embarrassed?’

‘There is that, but also…..’

‘?’

‘If I fell over, I might take you with me…..that’s what I’m worried about.’

‘Ahaha-, it’ll be fine. Even if you do fall, I’ll be sure to catch you.’

‘…..R-Really? Then, I’ll take you up on your offer…..’

Timidly I grasped the hand slightly roughened from swordsmanship practice. And then, with steps that adjusted themselves to my pace, Yves began to walk.

Perhaps because the sun exposure was good, there were already countless other varieties of flowers blooming in the forest. The number gradually increased as we went further in---. It was almost like the forest itself was welcoming us.

‘I-I feel kind of nervous now.’

‘Hehe, I think that nervousness will become another emotion entirely once you see the flower field.’

Stepping clear of the small rocks that blocked the way while supported by Yves, we continued down the path.

And, the instant we came out of a place where the trees grew thickly as if bent together on top of each other---.

‘Wah…..!’

Innumerable stars had fallen in the open space.

No. Strictly speaking, it was a field of flowers so beautiful they could be mistaken for stars.

‘…..What do you think, beautiful aren’t they?’

‘Yes, far, far more than I ever imagined…..!’

However, I still couldn’t believe that flowers so beautiful existed on the same earth as I.

‘They really are flowers….. I completely thought they were stars incarnate---’

‘Stars incarnate, huh---Sounds like something out of a dream. But these little guys are without a doubt companions that live together with us here in Arpéchéle.’

So speaking, Yves drew nearer to the flower field---and stroked the beautiful flower petals gently, so that they wouldn’t be damaged.

---Beneath the full moon. Yves’ figure as he gently touched the incarnated stars was so very---.

‘Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Yves.’

‘…..Hm, I am? Not the flowers?’

‘The flowers and you, both of you.’

I drew nearer to the beautiful Yves. And at his side, I gave a broad smile---

‘These flowers that are like incarnated stars really suit someone like you, Yves….. a pure person that shines down brightly upon others.’

I tried saying exactly what I thought.

Hearing my words, for a moment Yves’ eyes widened, however---. A few seconds after he had completely comprehended what I had said, they narrowed gently.

‘If that’s the case, it’s the same for you, too. I’m sure these flowers are smiling for someone pure like you, that can call flowers your family.’

As he spoke, flower petals whirled up into the air and he grabbed hold of a white one……

‘…..Look, it suits you really well. The way you look right now Ceres, you’re a star incarnate that can make people’s wishes come true, just like these flowers.’

As he put the petal up against my hair, he smiled innocently.

‘…..Really now-‘

Beneath the moon. In the midst of flower petals of many different stars---.

‘It might be fun to come here with everyone else too next time.’

‘Hmm-, but I’d like this beautiful scene to be a secret spot just for me and you. …..Is that alright with you?’

‘…..I can’t say no when you ask with a face like that.’

Softly snuggling up against the shoulder of the star-like person who was good at getting his way---I continued to gaze at the view of the starry sky that spread before us until the coming of the new day.

#shuuen no virche #virche evermore #otomate #translation #yves

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Okay, another part of 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series here! And I want to assure you that even though it looks deceptively like 'Roasting beach Mai' series to the unaided eye, it's actually not the case. The differences are here. Somewhere. Probably.

I roast Zuko too.

Anyway, in the last part, Mai said 'hey', and Zuko said 'are you cold', and Mai slapped Zuko's hand off, so I guess this leaves their relationship status in the border area.

So, what's next?

Well, despite the fact that their interactions keep going quite actively after this, we're not gonna see any real relationship progression for quite some time.

So, I suggest to take this as another opportunity to yell at study the characters instead.

And it opens with the roasting of Ty Lee.

(The structure of the beach polylogue makes it quite difficult to build a laconic presentation of the context, so... Let's just rely on our memory this time, shall we?)

Zuko: "You're stuck in your little 'Ty Lee world' where everything's great all the time." Mai: "Zuko, leave her alone."

You know, this moment almost made me suspect that Mai cares about the other girl! It would actually make my "she can't care about anyone but herself" hypothesis wrong, which would leave only one explanation for the "bring me food" moment (That is, Mai just didn't care about Zuko in particular.)

But then, after Ty Lee got emotional and cried, and there was no defender for her among their group, Mai decided it was a good time to criticize her as well.

She had a choice between expressing her annoyance (and intelligence) and sparing Ty Lee's feelings, and she prefered the former. Emotional support of her upset friend wasn't even among the options, apparently.

So, I suspect, the "defense" of Ty Lee was hardly more than another instance of scolding Zuko for being angry.

Apparently, Mai just gets disturbed (and hence annoyed) by any display of vivid negative emotions in her close circle. And if there is one thing in life she truly cares about, it's her own emotional comfort.

Simply put, Mai needs fun and pleasure, and all this dramatic shit around only sucks her energy out.

Smart choice of a boyfriend, by the way.

Pffft.

("But she said she cares about Zuko in the end!", I can hear someone protesting. Don't worry, we'll get to it.)

Mai: "I don't believe in auras." Zuko: "Yeah, you do not believe in anything."

That's a curious accusation here.

I wouldn't be surprised if there were times in the past when Zuko tried to talk about something important for him with Mai but recieved a cynical reaction.

But there's no proof for this, obviously.

Besides, as we soon learn, Zuko is not that good at identifying true sources of his frustrations.

It's still my headcanon though.

Mai: "Oh, well, I'm sorry I can't be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you."

But... What believing or not believing in things has to do with being high-strung? This answer just sounds so unnatural in the context. As if Mai responds not to Zuko's words, but to writer's plan her own thoughts here.

(Quite a typical behavior for an egocentric though, when I think about it.)

Still, why would Mai want to change such a convinient topic? Cynical people who proud themselves on their intelligence love talking about how stupid it is to believe in things. It's basically that Mai 'auras' answer was about. And then suddenly this awkward shift.

It's a shame, actually. To me, it would be much more interesting to hear about Mai's beliefs than to focus on imaginary "not expressing your feelings" problem.

Also, I love how Mai just casually called Azula crazy. So much fear here, if you catch my meaning.

Zuko: "I'm sorry, too. I wish you would be high-strung and crazy for once instead of keeping all your feeling bottled up inside."

When. When Mai ever kept her feeling bottled up inside? When she's bored - she says so repeatedly. When she doesn't like something - she criticizes it right away or glares at you fiercely. When you make a scene at the party - she yells at you "for once" (even though she was bored and you put quite an exciting show here, which makes her reaction kinda contr-intuitive. How interesting of an interlocutor Ruon-Jian was, anyway?)

The fact that you can't find among the feelings she expresses something you looking for, or don't find their expression intense enough is a different question entirely.

The fact that she avoids discussing problems you want to discuss too.

For some reason, you just keep barking up the wrong tree here, Zuko. I wonder if you ever heard about different nervous activity types. Or different life views. Or different anything, really.

But this is not the main problem here, obviously.

Zuko: "She just called your aura dingy. Are you gonna take that?"

Yep, Mai's self-worth is not affected as heavily by other people's opinions as yours, Zuko. What a terrible tragedy.

Mai: "What do you want from me?"

A really good question. What do you want from Mai now, Zuko? A magical transformation into Katara a person you wish her to be? Or an explanatory note for thinking and reacting not exactly like you'd prefer?

Surprise, she doesn't owe you anything! Your frustration with Mai's personality is your own problem, and you'd better start asking yourself what you really can do about it.

Take your love life in your own hands, boy, and I didn't mean it like that, you perverts or stop terrorizing your not-quite-ex-girlfriend for not meeting your emotional needs.

(You still didn't apologize to Ty Lee, by the way. Kinda ooc of you.)

Mai: "You want a teary confession about how hard my childhood was? Well, it wasn't. I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted..."

Well, this part is definitely truth.

Mai: "...as long as I behaved and sat still, and didn't speak unless spoken to. My mother said I had to keep out of trouble. We had my dad's political career to think about."

Ahhh, this part though is much more tricky.

You see, for all we know, Mai's mother could just try and prevent Mai from throwing kitchen knives at her father's important guests or from saying that their make-up is abomination. Poor little Mai though would remember it as a terrible oppresion of her self-expression for the rest of her life.

More importantly though... Even if what Mai says here objectively took place in the past, I highly doubt what it's a good explanation for her demeanor.

I mean, Toph has quite a similar background, and... Did you see Toph?

Honestly, it looks to me more like a natural temperament kind of thing. It's just the way Mai is. Maybe environment affected her to a certain degree, but I don't think its influence was crucial.

Sometimes her emotions are more intense, especially during fights, but it doesn't mean she hides some kind of oppressed passionate girl underneath her languid mask or something.

So stop trying to dig her out, Zuko, it's getting embarrassing.

Azula: "You have a controlling mother who had certain expectations, and if you strayed from them, you were shut down. That's why you're afraid to care about anything, and why you can't express yourself". Kinda cheated with this one, didn't I

Okay... first of all.

Why. Just why on earth everyone keeps saying Mai doesn't express herself? Are you blind, people? Or maybe you're deaf? The Mai I know is one big walking talking act of self-expression!

The real problem here is that apart from her annoyance, boredom and hunger she doesn't have much to express in the first place. Because in reality, she's no more than a hedonistic self-centred brat whose lack of proper occupations and interests in life left her on the verge of depression.

And sorry, local beach ghost of an amateur psychoanalytic who's currently possessing Azula, but most likely Mai's mother's "tyranny" has nothing to do with it. Breaking news: not everything in human psychology can be explained by mommy or daddy issues.

I'd assume here much more prosaic explanation. That is, during the last decade, Mai was mostly focused on her school life, while in her free time, knife throwing and passive entertainments were her only hobbies. So, when the school ended and nothing else started, she suddenly found herself in a vacuum she didn't know what to fill with.

And since Mai is a spoiled infantile, she's always waiting for something to happen, or for someone to give her something to do instead of asking herself that she can do to change the situation fundamentally.

And apparently, being in "love" with Zuko is her only real entertainment nowadays. That's why she hey-ed him so soon after the break-up - Mai's life's emptiness reached the 'uncomfortably painful' stage at this point, so even the emotional discomfort caused by Zuko's behavior was more preferable than this.

And I don't know much about Mai being "afraid to care about anything", but I can say a couple of things about her being incapable of caring about anyone.

Growing up as a rich only child, Mai became used to the idea that everything around is about her. She's always focused on herself and her own needs, and subconsciously expects the same attention from other people (from her romantic partner especially).

It rarely occurs to her that people around may have their own interests, and "listening to Mai's complaints and entertaining her" are not among them. When the reality reminds Mai about the fact though, she just gets annoyed by such a nuisance.

I start to suspect now that her "are you cold" question in "The Awakening" was actually not about Zuko's comfort, but about Mai playing her unusual new role of a caring girlfriend. So, when her performance didn't get the expected appreciation, she immediately got frustrated - kind of like Zuko with his seashell, actually.

(Except that Zuko after this thought about something Mai really would want and went to get some ice cream. While the boy is not exactly a paragon of personal maturity himself, on his girlfriend's background, he honestly starts to look like one.)

Even after Mai's "I care about you" declaration, when she really tried to support Zuko in "Nightmares and Daydreams", it sounded like "I might be hungry for a whole tray of fruit tarts". It would be funny if it wasn't so sad, really. She had a vague idea that she's supposed to do something when her partner is upset, but even with it, she couldn't really break the egocentrical shell around her mind and see the difference between her own desires and desires of other person.

Pheeew. I finished.

Of course, all this doesn't make Mai a monster or something. The girl is only 16, and even if she wasn't, the way her personality was formed is a result of many objective circumstances.

If we look at the situation the way Mai's psychologist could, there's no point in blaming or shaming the girl - only to help her realize the problems with her attitudes and offer alternative ways of thinking.

But I am not Mai's psychologist. And I am pissed by how the episode ignores the real problem with the character and helps to promote the old pseudo-psychological myth that just blaming your parents is enough to "understand yourself".

My dear beach ghost, Mai is already a person with infantile way of thinking! She doesn't need an extra encouragement for accusing someone else in her problems.

It's not you who have to deal with her after this, you know.

Spare poor Zuko, the boy has a lot on his plate as it is.

Annnd I guess it's as good a place to stop as any other. We'll start the next part of 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' right from Mai's... peculiar reaction to Azula's words. Yay.

Thanks for your attention?..

Fortunately I ignore all notifications.

#atla #zuko #mai atla #anti maiko

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pencilofawesomeness · 9 months

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Hi! I just binge read your How To Raise Your Dragon Slayers AU and I need to inform you that I have accepted it as my new canon. I like that you make sure actions and events have consequences and things don't just happen in a vacuum. The worldbuilding you are doing is just something and my inner nerd is just thrilled that the magic makes sense. Your characterizations are also fantastic and you can easily believe that a character would have turned out this particular way if things went differently.

But anyway, I'm rambling...

I know it's still some time away but I can't wait for your Edolas Arc! This surprised me because, I'll be honest, it's very much not my favorite. Mashima wasted a fantastic opportunity for some character development and foreshadowing, in my oppinion. On that note, some questions:

Does obscura work in Edolas? Does etherious? As one is the opposite of ether and the other vibrates in a frequency between the two, so to speak. That would be great, just to have a scene where some poor sod goes "You can't use your magic here! You're useless!" and Natsu and Mira go "Oh no! What a tragedy!" and wreck them.

I never understood why some member of Fairy Tail didn't just grab Mystogan like a baby koala and drag him home with them. It's obvious he didn't want to be there and he already made a life for himself in Earthland. Moreso in HTRYDS. He actually interacts with other people, however little, and even has friends and a twin! They would definitely miss him.

On that note, I dearly want Jellal and Myst to pull a Parent Trap sort of thing and pretend to be the other. Or at least have someone yell out his old name to get Mystogan's attention and Eathland Jellal answers because Myst hasn't answered to that name in years.

Will Acno be there? How will Edolas mess with a being of pure ether? That would be interesting to explore.

Will Natsu talk with Edolas Natsu about their respective brothers? After the Zeref reveal I was always mad they didn't include at least one scene where Edolas Natsu asks Earthland Natsu how his brother is or at least have a board with deceased/ex-members of the guild with Zeref on it in the background or something... It would have been great foreshadowing.

Will we get some Porlyuska backstory? I always wondered how she ended up in Earthland.

Not really Edolas Arc related but after my latest reread it's been bugging me. Is Zeref possessed by Anksheram? The Larcade POV with the red eyes sorta hinted at it, what with Zeref having memory lapses and the weird dark amusement during the whole deal. And the whole question of how he new some cultists were trying to resurrect Apopis on a different continent in the first place. Seun *did* know about it when he was finally kicked out of Rogue. And Loke said that that was one of the ways to survive for a god. Your Author's Note on chapter 23 of Demon Tails sorta did too with the "when I talked about 'fighting gods' in the series summary, I was dead-on serious" part. And there was a comment somewhere that you hoped that the series will end with fighting Anksheram. (Or was it someone else and I'm just mixing things up? Anyway)

Hope you're taking care of yourself! And take all the time you need with the writing. A hobby is supposed to be fun. Good Luck!

Ohoho HELLO! WELCOME!

I'm so glad you've been enjoying HTRYDS! And yes! Edolas arc! No lie I'm pretty excited for that one too because I get to go off the rails and make everything better and worse simultaneously lmao. Gonna be a big cast but also that's because it's going to be a whole family endeavor and I am h y p e d.

As for the magic, this isn't a spoiler for the arc or anything but it's not that Edolas is opposite to Earthland. It's functionally the same thing, except, unstable and also to the left. Imagine the same chart, except somebody corrupted the image and then slid it to the side so it looks like an overlap but it's not actually an overlap. Hence the magic being exceedingly harder to grasp in Edolas than in Earthland, though not impossible. And why certain medication and items can jumpstart that grabbing process and let Earthland mages use their magic. Gonna suck for some of them though. Like Acno lmao. Luckily he doesn't need magic to be a tank. Oh and obscura is a similar principle—exists just fine but to the left. Etherious is the fun one because it's already the directionless filler stuff so actually that one is nearly the same. (I've got a reason for this magic system and it's wild but idc I had a lot of fun with my worldbuilding and I wanted Edolas and its insanity to make a modicum of sense and I think I've got it.)

To that note yes yes a thousand yesses Porlyusica is getting backstory. I am so ready for it. Soooo so ready.

And yes!! The foreshadowing! That's what I've been saying! Edolas had a lot of opportunity to account for the fact that Natsu, Gajeel, Wendy, Sting, and Rogue were from four hundred years ago and shouldn't exist in a modern parallel unless there were modern interferences but nahhhhh that was brushed to the side. Same with family, like with Zeref!

Speaking of family yeah no Mystogan got robbed. Luckily I love Mystogan a lot and I ain't gonna do him dirty. (Also this arc will be ample opportunity for Mystogan and Jellal getting to work together in fic and I'm also super hyped for that.) But yeah no self-sacrificial tendencies do run strong in FT but the theme is that somebody else stops them so I'm making sure this theme stays intact XD

Also I've hinted at this enough so I don't think it's much of a spoiler but yes we are going to fist-fight Ankhseram. She's lurking around Zeref but there shall come a day, a finale-shaped day, where we gonna fist-fight her. Because yes I have expressed that I wanted that in canon and I am a simple woman. I know the opportunities I have given myself >:)

#htryds ask #anon #I think I answered that terribly out of order but my brain is spinning #very good comment I am getting excited for edolas again ahaha #but yes thank youuuuuuuu #and I am trying to take care of myself no worries #just means smaller chapters in the meantime #cause I know I'mma have to break for October so I don't want to break now #and make the break super long or anything #i'm figuring it out ahaha #thanks for all of the support!#also I really got to make that magic diagram....

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eneiryu · 5 months

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ooh if you’re taking prompts for the “theo does everything liam asks” drabbles, maybe: pre relationship theo and liam and the puppy pack is asking theo to take them somewhere and they’re arguing back and forth and then liam walks in and is like “hey mason texted that were all going to _____” and after noticing theo is like “oh are you taking us theo?”

or maybe a missing scene like from where they’re all in hiding after they told scott’s dad they would leave town and scott’s divvying up what they all need to do and before he even gets to theo theo is like “i’m not doing anything i almost died multiple times im sitting this one out you have enough people” and scott just leaves instead of dealing with theo cause he has more important things to do and a few hours later liam shows up like “i have this batshit crazy plan and i want you to help me” and theos automatically on board.

or more vaguely theo yelling at someone or getting mad at someone about their plan or something (like how he got mad at jiang and tierney before even knowing what they did and while they were getting tortured with him) and a few days later liam gets them into a situation 10x worse and theo is just comforting liam over it and helping him deal (like how theo was so nice to liam after the zoo and helping him deal with all that happened even though technically he had more of a reason to be mad at liam than jiang and tierney since liam almost got them exposed and theo had to carry liam, keep him knocked out and somehow sneak out of the zoo without getting caught and killed by like 2 dozen hunters)

or something sillier like the pack asking theo to go somewhere fun and theo refusing and refusing everybody and liam asks once and theo shamelessly agrees immediately in front of everybody and doesn’t even care that everyone can see how whipped he is

or something sadder argent or sheriff or somebody wanting theo to go to a pack alliance thing (maybe with quentin) and theo adamantly refusing saying how much danger he’d be in and when argent or whoever says they need theo there to help guide them on how to handle everything and who’s who and who’s temperament is what etc and theo just keeps refusing saying how an alliance with that pack doesn’t even matter and the whole pack is better off not going there or even trying an alliance with quentin’s pack and they leave it at that. but a few days later argent decides they need to go through with it with or without theo and theos like whatever i did my part to warn them not to but then he finds out one of the people going is liam and he changes his mind instantly

Hmmm yes, all very good thoughts. The Theo comforting Liam one caught my attention in particular, as did the last one…

I might approach this from multiple angles, writing some of the more lighthearted ones as drabble-type fics (a la that first one), and some of the more serious ones as a longer, connected story. 🤔

Thanks for all the great ideas!

#eneiryu ask

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oh if you're still taking prompts matty and ross and 46 pls!!

46…out of envy or jealousy. (a couple of people submitted this one!)

“Stop, no, you didn’t!” Matty hears the woman–a young woman, a mildly famous young woman, her name just on the tip of Matty’s tongue–gasp loudly at something Ross has just told her. Matty can’t hear what Ross is saying from across the somewhat crowded bar where the after party is being held, but he can read in the woman’s body language–the way she crosses her legs with her knees toward his, the way she holds her drink near her mouth but never takes a sip–that he is flirting with her. And that she is fucking eating it up, flirting right back. Because of course she is. Why wouldn’t she be?

Ross says something else to her, gesturing with his hands and smiling his dimply fucking smile. A punchline that goes over well. She laughs way more loudly than necessary and touches his arm and then leaves it there, holding onto his bicep for a second before letting go.

Matty is across the room, standing in a group with Polly and George and someone else he can’t even be bothered to look at and identify. He’s too busy watching the scene across the room. The actress/singer/model/influencer/whatever is wearing an impossibly tiny dress, adjusting her legs every once in a while so that Ross’ eyes can’t help but fucking look at them. Matty keeps his eyes on Ross’ hands. One holds his drink–whisky neat, probably his third of the night–and the other rests politely on his own thigh.

The singer–Matty thinks he’s seen her picture on Spotify somewhere, her lying down in a field of daisies or something, but he’s not sure–is speaking so much louder than most of the people in the room. Matty recognizes it as something he used to do when he was younger and needed everyone around him to know he was there and to pay attention to him. Talking at just the right volume so anyone nearby can hear, but noone could accuse him of yelling.

“Oh, I love that song,” she says and Ross nods. He says something but he’s still speaking low enough that all Matty can make out is the timbre of his voice, that specific Ross melody of his, but not the actual words.

And then the actress–Matty suddenly remembers a film he saw where she had a small role, she was a redhead in the film instead of a blonde, but there is a particular mole on her face that he definitely thinks he recognizes–finally does take a sip of her drink and meets Matty’s eyes across the room and smiles a little but then looks away. She leans in to say something to Ross who looks up and meets Matty’s eyes too. Only he doesn’t smile. In fact, his smile drops from his face completely. Like he’s been caught. Matty thinks of that meme: WELCOME HOME CHEATER.

Matty isn’t sure what his face does in response, but he waves pathetically and tries to tune back into the conversation happening in front of him. But it’s too logistical, too businessy, frankly too fucking boring. So he goes back to watching Ross flirt with the young model–Matty is sure he’s seen her face peeling and covered in graffiti in a subway station recently–while he is in absolute agony, while he is on the brink of an irrational jealous rage.

There is something about Ross, so masculine and broad, and this woman, slight and feminine, that seems right. She seems like the type who would like to be picked up with ease and twirled around. Ross can do that, for sure. Matty knows first hand. Though now he can’t remember the last time he was picked up and twirled around by Ross.

There is something about the way Ross leans in a little when she starts to tell him a story, the way they are making so much eye contact while they talk, the way she is ignoring everyone else in this room to just talk to Ross. Something about the image of them together that is like the platonic ideal of a couple. They make sense. More than he and Ross make sense.

And then Ross is looking over at him again and saying something to her and she, again, looks over at Matty and then back at Ross. She nods and Matty hears her say, “Go on,” as she pushes Ross up and out of the chair he’s been sitting in. Ross makes it halfway to where Matty is standing before he turns back around and leaves the bar completely. The influencer–Matty has one hundred percent seen her on TikTok talking about mental health or how to invest your money or things she’s crocheted–watches this and then catches Matty’s eye, nodding her head at the door Ross just went through and rolling her eyes before walking off to get another drink.

Matty knows how to take direction and he follows Ross outside.

The door has barely closed behind him before he’s grabbing Ross and kissing him fiercely.

He pulls away and looks at Ross, and then kisses him again. Ross doesn’t respond at first. But then one of his hands finds Matty’s waist and the other holds the side of his face and he melts into Matty, kissing him back.

“What is wrong with you?” Ross says when they break apart again, breathing heavily against Matty’s parted lips.

“So much,” Matty says.

“You were staring at us,” Ross says. He drags his thumb roughly along Matty’s cheekbone.

“You were flirting with her,” Matty says, completely aware that he sounds like a pathetic teenager.

“I was having a conversation with her,” Ross says. “I was being polite.”

Matty laughs. “We used to have conversations like that,” he says. “Sitting close and touching each other. Laughing too loudly at stupid jokes.”

“And?”

“And, this!” Matty gestures between them. His voice is too loud. It echoes off of the walls. “And here we fucking are now.”

“You’re comparing me having a drink and talking to someone at a party for ten minutes to years and years of the two of us pining after each other in secret?”

Matty shrugs and tries to look away, but Ross brings his other hand up and holds Matty’s face there.

“No,” Ross says. “I need to hear you acknowledge that those are not the same thing.”

“Okay,” Matty says. “It’s not the same at all. I fucking know that. I just–”

“What?”

“I wouldn’t blame you,” he says. “If you wanted to be with someone else. If you wanted to marry a nice girl and get on with it. It would be easier.”

“I don’t want that,” Ross says.

“She’s up for it,” Matty says, nodding his head towards the door.

“Well, I’m fucking not!” Ross says, frustration pitching his voice to a crack.

“I’m sorry,” Matty says, and then when Ross looks away from him, “I am. You know how I get sometimes.”

Ross turns back to him, his face softening. “I do know. Fucking pain in the arse sometimes.”

Matty laughs and hooks his fingers into Ross’ belt loops and tugs him forward. “So what are you up for then?” Ross drops his mouth to Matty’s, gentle and delicate, the sort of kiss that promises more. “Just this,” he says. “Just you.” And Matty lifts his own mouth to meet Ross in the middle this time, kissing him hungrily, channeling the jealousy he’s been feeling into the kiss, not wanting all of that energy to go to waste. Every time their lips meet, he is saying: mine, mine, mine.

#asks #kiss prompts #the 1975 rpf #matty healy rpf #ross macdonald rpf #matty and ross #fic #just matty being melodramatic as usual

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inkstaindusk · 11 months

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AITA WIP Game

@lizhly-writes tagged me in this *checks notes* a month ago! Whoops! Thank you for the tag! This is a super fun idea, I just. forgot. And then I couldn't figure out which wip to use and how to actually write this without it getting longwinded or just not at all what actually happens in the story

Rules: Introduce your WIP in the style of a r/AmItheAsshole inquiry

Tagging: @oh-no-another-idea @indy-gray and uhhh whoever else wants to do this?? (I need to start finding more people to tag)

AITA for not telling my friends about my second job?

I (17M) work two jobs. One is a pretty normal retail job and the other is something like a security job. See, I'm part of this sports community, super exclusive, you gotta be invited to attend and you shouldn't talk about it to other people, that sorta thing. It means a lot to me so when I found out the guy who invited me worked behind the scenes, I decided I wanted to do the same. Before you ask why they hired a teenager, I basically annoyed the boss into hiring me and then I got a ton of training even though he sticks me in the back to watch the cameras half the time, plus everyone watches out for each other. I have a pretty flexible schedule too so it's a great deal, I love it there. Anyway, these last few months, I made some new friends in the community. Up until now all my friends in the community also worked there, so I've never had to hide my job from them. (The reason for the secrecy is because we have access to a lot of information and we don't want anyone harassing us for it, especially since many of us attend the gatherings as normal members) I didn't really think keeping the secret was a big deal since my job was never really important to anything we did together, but recently, some stuff happened. The owner of the place aka my boss's boss (mid20s?M) who usually doesn't attend these gatherings started being a creepy asshole to my friends. To make a long story short, I challenged him over it, got my ass beat, and learned my lesson on avoiding dangerous older men. (This didn't effect my job because the guy doesn't know anything about the people he employs and leaves it to my boss, who won't say anything if he doesn't ask) So after all that happened, the guy didn't stop showing up to creep on one of my friends in particular. I avoided him as best I could and told my friend to be careful (he didn't really listen) and I also asked my boss (25?M) to please do something before anyone else got hurt. I'm not exactly close to him, but I talk to him more than most of my coworkers and he seemed to like me so I thought maybe he would listen. He told me he was trying and I believed him, but then a little while ago, the owner put one of my friends in the hospital. I tried messaging my boss but he didn't answer, even though he definitely read it, so next time I saw him, I confronted him. In public. Where all my friends all happened to see. After that, I had to come clean about who he was and why I thought he might be able to do something. I told them about my job and that sometimes when I say I'm too busy to attend gatherings I'm actually just somewhere else in the area making sure everything is running smoothly, and that I've been trying to get my boss to do something about the owner before more people got hurt. They all got pretty upset. They said they weren't mad at me but I'm not so sure. One of them who's a few years younger than me started yelling and crying and one of my older friends said that I should have come to them about this sooner, so it seemed like it was because of me. I still don't think keeping my job a secret was that big a deal. Like, if it weren't for the owner, there wouldn't have been any issues anyway. I kinda feel guilty though just because of how upset my friends were when I told them. They still are I think, I haven't seen much of the older guys in a while, but none of the others have brought it up again. Was I in the wrong for not telling them about my job earlier?

#the comments section: bro they're not mad at you they're mad at your shitty boss wtf????#anyway yeah it's the capman reki au #writeblr #tag game #writing rambling #talks about skoo #sk8 #does this instead of any of the wip asks or actual work im supposed to be doing #au: capman reki

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amiwritesthings · 1 year

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this is the second scene i actually had done for the dog tags from sam's pov (@setyourfireonme ) so uhm, have some feelings?

When Sam gets back to the hospital, duffel with everything his father had asked for heavy on his shoulder, John’s room is empty. Sam's first instinct is anger, sudden and red-hot, making his fist clench.

He went after the demon, sent Sam on some fool’s errand to get him out of the way, the bastard—but then, once he manages to blink through the red haze, he thinks Dean.

He makes his way down the hall, to where Dean’s room is, and sure enough, John is sitting by Dean’s bed, Dean’s limp hand cradled between his own, head bowed, like he’s already grieving. And as much as Sam wants to barge in, yell at his father for just sitting there, useless, holding his dying son’s hand like it would make a difference, he can’t bring himself to interrupt, to steal this moment from them, even if he doesn’t understand the fucked-up relationship between the two of them.

He watches as John brings up Dean’s hand, presses a kiss to the palm, before settling it back down on the bed, John’s fingers lingering on the wrist as he talks to Dean, too low for Sam to hear. It’s only when John stops talking, leans back in the chair, eyes somewhere in the distance that Sam shifts, clears his throat.

John flinches at the sound, turns his head and he looks tired, so tired.

‘I got you what you asked for,’ Sam says, shrugging to indicate the bag on his shoulder. John nods, before turning his attention back to Dean, and Sam can tell he wants to reach for his hand again, but he doesn’t.

Sam sets the bag down inside the door, takes the few steps to Dean’s bed. He reaches inside his pocket, palms the chains before holding his hand out to his father.

‘You want them back?’ Sam asks, remembering the moment of panic, all three of them beat up in the wreck of the Impala and Sam, being the only conscious and able to move, scampering to get the tags off both his father and his brother before help arrived.

John looks at him, eyes clouded, heavy in a way Sam's never seen before. ‘No, I don’t need—' he starts, clears his throat when his voice comes out too rough. ‘You hang on to them for now. Give them to Dean when he wakes up.’

When. Not if. ‘Dad, we don’t know if he’ll-‘

‘He will,’ John interrupts him, in that tone that doesn’t leave room for argument, the one that makes Sam bristle. But John’s already turned back to Dean, taking his hand again, squeezing softly, before he lets go and pushes to his feet with a sigh, his face a perfect mask of indifference when he turns to face Sam.

‘Stay with your brother, I need to go for a little while.’

‘Go where?’ Sam challenges, only to be brushed off with a curt ‘out,' when John takes the duffel and strides out of the room. And God knows, he wants to thunder after him, confront him about whatever he’s up to, but in the end, he just sinks down in the empty chair by Dean’s bed, runs his thumb over the knuckles where his father’s hand had just been.

It’s a miracle the doctors say when Dean comes back to them, sputtering around the tube in his throat, body bowing as he fights the intubation. John’s face is soft, so soft, when he finally appears in the doorway, and Dean breaks into a smile just at the sight. Sam’s thankful when John sends him to get some coffee. He’s sure he doesn’t want to witness this particular reunion.

It’s only later, when he’s holding Dean up in the hallway, weak from almost dying and devastated from watching his father, his- Sam still refuses to quantify their relationship the way he thinks they do- die, that he realizes that this must have been the reason he didn’t want the stupid tags back, that this must have been John’s plan all along.

A life for a life. John for Dean. Father for son.

He lets his fingers run over the metal plates in his pocket. And who is he trying to kid.

Husband for wife.

#deanjohn #outsider pov #my name engraved on your heart #snippet #ami writes

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musekicker · 1 year

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I've written Bryce before, but never Bryce and Buster's first meeting in the original au he's in.

The art museum was still open, though it was getting close to closing hours. Buster had reached the place in record time he was sure. Probably some traffic laws were broken on the way but that wasn't Busters main concern tonight.

He was here to meet his son for the first time. A son he had no idea he even had until hours earlier. When the woman that had been the boys mother figure for thirteen years had called him.

How Jimmy had gotten away with having his kid, hiding it from everyone, and paying for someone to take care of said child for the last thirteen years, Buster did not know. But it had been managed. He never would had known if not for the call.

Apparently this call had been made because of Jimmy actually showing up to Sharon, the mother figure, and Bryce's, his son in question, home.

With the news of a son came the bad news that Jimmy Crystal was out of jail. But Buster was more worried about Bryce. The child had went out a window and ran shortly after Jimmy had arrived and the truth was told to him.

The kid had to be terrified.

He was thankful to have Sharon's direction and knowledge when it came to where Bryce could be. He would actually be asking the other koala a lot of questions about Bryce if she did did not seem so devested. Understandably so Bryce had not taken any of this news well. Sharon clearly was regretting a lot of things currently.

If Buster had not been told about and lead to Bryce's favorite piece of art he would had waited near the entrance of the museum rather then search the place. Neither of them were one hundred percent sure that Bryce was even here. But Sharon was sure it was the best place to search first. That he liked looking at this particular piece of art when he had a bad day.

There was still the chance that Bryce wasn't there. Was somewhere out on the streets. Or possibly found by Jimmy. Buster didn't know what would happen then.

He was so worried that he almost didn't notice the child when turning the corner. But there he was, sitting on a bench in front of the painting. Buster couldn't miss the kid. He very much was a mixture of him and Jimmy.

A koala mostly in animal body type. He had the koala ears, the nose, and the size. His wolf features of his tail and fangs did tell of his wolf blood in him.

There were also those eyes, sharp blue like Jimmy's. Those eyes were focused on the painting in front of him. It was a forest scene in tones of blue and purple.

As calming as those color tones could be, the child was clearly not feeling that calm. Even as his gaze didn't leave the painting, Bryce would occasionally rub at his eyes and hug his backpack close to his body.

Sharon froze at the sight of Bryce. Her mouth opened and closed twice, wanting to call out to Bryce but not quite gathering the courage to do that right now. It was Buster who made the move to walk a small distance closer to Bryce.

"Hey.. Bryce, right?" Buster said.

The child didn't even look at Buster. His blue eyes were focused on the painting still.

"I don't know who you are and I don't care." Bryce said.

Buster was not shocked by that answer. But he kept talking.

"We need to talk." Buster said.

Bryce looked at Buster now. A snarl, a warning, emitted from the small creature. It was amazing to hear the sound of a predator species coming from a kid that looked more koala then wolf.

Buster did not let the snarl scare him. He kept on talking gently to the child.

"I know that your mom-" Buster said.

"She's not my mom." Bryce said, bitterness oozing from him in his voice.

Buster couldn't blame him for feeling bitter. With finding out that the person he thought was his mom was not and much more that she had been hiding from him.

"Do you work for Jimmy? Because if you do I won't go with you. I will scream and yell about being kidnapped so loud-" Bryce said.

"No, no! I absolutely do not work for Jimmy. Trust me on that." Buster said.

"And I should believe that why?" Bryce asked.

Sharon stepped into view finally.

"Bryce... he's telling the truth." Sharon said.

Bryce looked to Sharon, his expression going cold in a way that Buster had seen Jimmy make before.

"Huh... well he be the only one telling the truth today then." Bryce said.

Bryce looked away from Sharon. The female koala closed her eyes for a moment. She looked to Buster and nodded.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Sharon said, quicker then she needed to.

Sharon hurried off, her shoes clicking a quick melody on the museum tile floor. Most likely she was going to let herself get a sob in while Bryce and Buster were talking. Bryce watched her leave, his mask of anger slipping for a second. Then it was back and he glared at Buster.

"Are you going to tell me that I should forgive her? Because I'm really not ready for that conversation." Bryce said.

"I... I think that's a up to you thing." Buster said.

Bryce nodded and looked away from Buster. The boy was no longer continuing the thread of conversation. Buster knew he would have to just get the truth out there. He took a breath and let it out.

"Bryce... I'm your dad." Buster said.

Bryce finally looked towards Buster again, looking the koala over and trying to see himself in them.

"That... that checks." Bryce said. "So what, now that apparently my other dad wants me suddenly you do too? Is this some sort of messed up one up the ex thing or-"

"What!? No! Where did you even get that from?" Buster cried.

"I've seen enough of the soap operas my mom likes to watch." Bryce said.

"And everyone says I can be dramatic.. no, no this is not some one up the ex thing." Buster said.

"Why are you here now then?" Bryce asked.

Buster stayed at the short distance away from Bryce.

"I didn't know about you until I your mom called me and told me everything." Buster said.

"Not my mom." Bryce mumbled.

Buster didn't know what to say to that so silence it was.

"And I know who you are." Bryce continued.

He held up his phone. On the screen was one of the many online articles talking about that long ago murder attempt at Redshore.

"One of the marvels of the internet." Bryce said.

"Yeah. I swear they chose the worst pictures of me for those articles." Buster said.

"Maybe they thought if they went with the more sad looking pictures of you that everyone would feel bad for you." Bryce said.

Buster couldn't help but laugh. It felt good after the hours long ride with his thoughts whirling and his stomach roiling at the sudden news and the anxiety of how this child could be hurt or worse.

His child.

Buster knew in that instant that his world had suddenly gotten a lot bigger. He stepped closer to the bench.

"Can I sit?" Buster asked.

Bryce thought a beat of a moment. Then he nodded. Buster sat on the other side of the bench, still giving Bryce his space. Silence, and then Buster took a breath.

"I know this is messy and a lot. And it will take a lot of time to get use to." Buster said.

"And what do you want?" Bryce asked.

"For you to be happy and safe." Buster said.

"You don't even know me." Bryce said. "Why do you care?"

"One, you are a kid. Two, you are my kid. I mean... if you want me involved in your life at all." Buster said.

Bryce lifted a brow.

"You're taking knowing you're a dad suddenly very well." Bryce said.

"I had a whole bus ride all the way here to get use to the idea. And I'm still... a little over whelmed I'll be honest. But I know I want to try to be the dad you deserve. Once again, if you want it." Buster said.

There was silence again Then a sniffling noise from Bryce. Buster saw that Bryce's eyes were brimming with tears.

"I.. I just want to go back before I knew any of this. I don't want to be angry at my mom. And I.. I want to know how to move on from here." Bryce said.

Buster's first act as a father was hugging his son, and letting him cry.

#sing movie #sing 2 #sing 2016 #sing oc

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