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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets:

Paring: James Aubrey x Hodgins!Reader, previously Lance Sweets x wife!Reader

Summary: learning to fall in love again after your husband Lance passes away. - there will be a part 2!

🩷MasterList 🩷Part 2

you first met James Aubrey when he helped you and your husband Lance figure out who framed your best friend Seeley Booth.

Your first thoughts of him was that he was kinda adorable with his extreme eating habits and goofy personality.

“he's adorable” you whispered to Booth, when you said it back then you didn't mean it as you were attract to him. You ment as if someone called a small child adorable.

What you didn't know was he was smitten when he saw you, he thought you were beautiful and extremely smart. He couldn't stop staring at you and your husband and best friend noticed.

Lance trusted you and it was clear you weren't interested to Aubrey, he let it go and focused on the case. He was still sharp towrds him though, he was checking his wife out after all.

Booth had a different reaction, he thought it was humorous but wanted to Inform him before he started playing with fire. He took Aubry aside without you two knowing “married” he pointed at you, he then pointed to Lance. “husband”

He didn't know why it hurt so much, especially do to the fact you guys just met, but there was something about you and he couldn't get you out of his head. He really tried to let it go but failed, he had a crush on a married woman.

“don't worry” Seeley said, patting his back. “you'll get over it like the rest of them” meaning everyone has had a crush on you at least once.

To make matters worse he was there to witness your husband getting gun down. He felt tears run down his cheek as he watched you hold Lance lifeless body and sob.

“please don't leave me” you cried and rested your forehead on his. “I love you so much” Lance said softly

James didn't know what to do, he wanted to help some how but he only stood there in shock.

Seeley tried to separate you and Lance but you weren't having it. “he's not dying! Please Temperance help me” you cried.

Temperance was trying to hold it together herself. She held back her tears and looked at her husband then back at you. “honey... He's gone”

Seeley made his final good by in privet. “I'll make sure they're alright... Y/n and Charlotte both, I promise to protect them”

And just like that the love of your life was gone, it left a huge whole in your heart and all you wanted to do was avenge Lance.

What hurt you most was telling your daughter Charlotte that her daddy was gone, and on top of that your son hadn't even been born yet.

You stayed strong for your daughter, she had yet to real learn about death. She would have with when her gold fish Gus died but Lance replaced it while she was at preschool. All she knew was her daddy was in Heaven now.

You couldn't sleep on Lance's side of the bed, work got harder, and you just started to drift through time. Your brother Jack got worried about you and asked you and your daughter to move in with him and Angela.

It was a nice change, you got to be with your big brother, who you saw as your hero and Charlotte had the opportunity to grow up with her cousin Michael-Vincent.

A couple months went by and you started to feel better, you knew Lance wouldn't want you to be in so much pain so you tried to just live every day in his name.

Suprisenly James became a good friend to you, for awhile he forgot about his crush on you and just wanted to be there for you and your Daughter.

He made you laugh, the first time you really laughed since Lance passed away was when you went on a case with Seeley and James. It was video game company and James stoped to take a goofy selfie with a bigfoot. Seeley would have told him to knock it off, but it was the first time he heard you laugh in a while and he didn't want to take that away from you.

The more you hung out the more he fell for you and it scared the hell out of him... The both of you. At the time you didn't want another relationship, Lance was the love of your life and you always thought you only get one. You were scared you were giving off the wrong signals to him. Your kindness has been mistaken for flirting before.

Two years passed and your friendship with James only grew stronger. He was their when your son Seeley Lance Sweets was born. He was in the waiting room while your brother and Angela was there comforting you.

James got to be one of the first few to hold little Seeley and was aw struck. Once he saw that little boy he made a promised that he'd protect him and his sister from now on.

People noticed how differently James would treat you. He was naturally a kind man, but with you he treated you like a queen and was always there to protect you if you were out of the lab helping with a case.

He treated your kids like his own, he knew he'd could never replace Lance and he wasn't trying to, but if he need to babyset he would, if they want him read them a story he'll go all out and make difference voices for the characters. He loves your son and daughter.

Then there was the whole sharing food. People knew not to get in between James and his food. Your friends suspected his feelings when they cought you two sharing a plate of fries at the Diner. “that's different” Seeley said.

Hodgins, who just happened to be with him shared a worried look. “you don't think... He would be trying to get close right? She just lost Sweets”

The two didn't try to over think it, Jack knew your stance on a new relationship. He didn't want you to be in anymore pain but he couldn't help question James reasoning, it had only been two years since Lance left.

When the bottled up feelings became too much for James he went to Booth for advice. He was pacing back and forth while also rambling, Seeley tried to keep up as he watched him pace back and forth infront of his desk.

Then it finally clicked. “Wait! Your in love with her!? And she's into you, are you sure?”

“I can't help it.. I would never push her into anything but i cant-” he started but Booth cut him off.

“No, no, no. It's just that Lance was, Lance was perfect for her. I mean, that girl's heart beat for Lance Sweets. It just, it never occurred to me that she would ever be with anyone else.”

James knew how special your relationship with Lance was to you and he respected it. If you two were ment to be he would never be jealous or mad that you'll always love Lance.

But he is human, he would feel a pit in his stomach at the thought his first with you will always be your second with him. You experienced everything that was involved with a relationship with Lance first. Sex, cuddling, having a kid, everything.

Your first reaction to your feelings for him was absolute panic and remorse. You felt you were cheating on Lance or betraying him for having feelings for another. It ate at your already broken heart and you kept it bottled up.

It would go like this, you'd sneek a glance at James, admiring his beautiful eyes and his cute little smile. Then you'd immediately start feeling bad.

Jack caught on, he knew you like the back of his hand and loved you with every fiber of his soul. One day your big brother took you to the side and asked you if you're okay. You broke down in tears and told him how awful you felt.

“buddy, your not cheating on Lance” he said softly. “he would want you to be happy... You lost Lance at such a young age and now Your experiencing something most people wouldn't after losing a spouse, your getting another chance”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “what if I lose him too? And I can't expect him to take care of me and my kids? My son didn't even meet Lance”

That became another fear, you were so afraid of losing him too, what if James dies on you too?

“I think you two should have a long serious talk” your brother said.

You took your brother's advance and talked to James, you talked for hours and brought of everything that was on your minds.

“just promise me you will never die on me” you said with tears in your eyes. “I promise” James nodded and slowly leaned in, you mentally panicked and moved you face so his lips landed on your cheek.

“I'm sorry.. I-” he quickly said. You looked at him saddly and pecked his cheek. “I'm just not ready for all that yet”

He nodded “when ever you are... We'll take things slow there's no rush, just know I'll always be there for you and your kids”

It's been a while since you felt so much love and it scared you, you knew you could trust him but there was still fear of losing him if you got too close.

Even if you took things slow you both loved every moment. It was the little things that mattered most, you'd go to New restaurants, watch movies, go to your kids school functions.

James didn't miss a single thing involving your kids, if your daughter had some kinda concert with her class he'd be recording the whole thing. He even got to witness your Son's first steps.

Seeley Lance or LJ has know James all his life so it wasn't a surprise he called James dad, you told him stories of his father, but he couldn't help but see James as father. Charlotte calls him Jamie, she looks up to him and all but in her mind, her daddy is in heaven.

They do have a strong bond though, the little girl loves to be a round him and feels safe with him.

they probably watched every thing episode of Bluey together.

Speaking of which, James did get you and your kids a puppy, a Beagle puppy that your daughter named Bluey.

The first time you ever said I love you was about a year into your relationship, unfortunately it was after a life threatening experience. You went on a case with Booth and you ended up being in a coma for about a week.

You thought you were dying, and this sad thing is you accepted it. While you were under you could have sworn you talked to Lance, you didn't know if it was hallucination or a ghost.

You ran to him and hugged him tight as tears filled both of your eyes. He was so happy and sad to see you, it just wasn't your time.

“our kids need you.. They can't lose both of their parents”

You held his face in your hands and kissed his lips saddly. “you didn't even get to meet your son... He's so much like you”

He smiled. “I know... And couldn't be more prouder of him and Charlotte both, but I know you three are being tooken care of”

Once again you felt a pit in your stomach when you thought about James, you will never be ashamed of falling in love with him. James put your piece back together and helped you heal, but Lance will alway be your first love.

“don't you ever feel bad for falling on love again... You remember the pain you felt when I died?” Lance asked softly, you nodded sadly. “Aubry is feeling that right now, he's so scared of losing you”

You knew he was right, but you still shook your head and cried... All you wanted to do was stay with him forever.

He smiled softly and whipped your tears away. You said 'I love you' one last time before you started to blink back to reality. You took deep breath and looked around the hospital room. Your brother Jack was fast asleep on a couch in the room, Charlotte and Seeley was piled up with him asleep as well.

James was fast asleep next you, he had a chair pulled up to your bed with his head in your lap and his hand holding your. You took your free hand and ran your fingers through his hair softly.

He jolted awake in a panic, he left out a sigh of relief when he saw you smiling softly at him. “your awake” he said with tears pricking his sleep-deprived eyes.

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you. “I thought I lost you” you placed your hand on his jaw and pulled him towrds you kissing his lips passionately, it was so soft but held so much emotion. “I love you... So much James”

He smiled, you didn't know how long he's been waiting to hear thoughs words. He smiled from ear to ear and kissed you again. “I love you too”

You only pulled away when you hear your kid chearing your name. “mama!” they jumped from Jack's lap and ran to you, giving you a big hug.

You finally had peace and felt you could move on, your life was better knowing Lance and you are better person because of him. Now it's time to start over with a man you knew loved you just as much as Lance did.

#James Aubrey #James Aubrey x reader #James Aubrey imagines #Lance Sweets #Bones TV show #john boyd #Headcanons #Bones headcanons #James Aubrey headcanons #James Aubrey smut #Jeffersonian #Jack Hodgins x Sister!reader

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nightmare-foundation · 10 months

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Okay okay so. Glitchmike au

Au where Michael survives past fnaf 6, and also never got scooped. Michael is just trying to live his life but finds out- hm there's some malicious coding in this vr game that FazEnt is using to make light of their history. May as well check it out

And he does- he finds out its a digital copy of William, and destroys it.

Or- he thinks he does.

Michael goes on in life, thinking he's finally rid of, at least, his father. He works at the newly built pizzaplex, wanting to take down this new restaurant like he has in the past, rising through the ranks as a high up manager.

But he starts having vivid nightmares, different from the usual nightmarish versions of the main gang. In these awful nightmares, Michael is in a yellow rabbit suit with purple patches and a purple vest, blood covering him and too-small bodies within the back room, one of the animatronics leaking blood. He always wakes from these nightmares in a cold sweat, swearing he can feel the blood on his hands still and the sweaty suit.

It doesn't help that children are starting to go missing, and the animatronics are starting to reek.

Michael starts to hunt down whoevers behind these murders- but he never gets far. Worse yet, this killer is starting to taunt him. Leaving behind deliberate evidence before the evidence suddenly disappears, notes that taunt him and know too much about him.

One night, he wakes from one of those vivid nightmares again, and talks to Henry over the phone, having needed some comfort. Michael gets up, and sees his desk nearby-

And there's a yellow rabbit head with purple patches on it, resembling spring Bonnie, with the head turned away from him, and a familiar note.

It's not a nightmare.

-Manny

He turns the head around-

And there's a tiny, bloody handprint over the eye.

#felix (host)#fnaf #fnaf au #Michael afton #henry emily #just mentioned #glitchmike au #fnaf security breach #i love the idea of Michael being infected by glitchtrap #manny is a more fucked up version of Michael made of soul and code #hes a total rat bastard

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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The Calm After The Storm | Obey Me | Poly! MC

A/N: This is an aftermath of @astershere amazing, incredible oneshot “The dark in the light”

Y’all better go check it out Summary: Life seems to be going too fast after you’re freed from Michael’s control, but hey, at least you finally get to be in the ranks of your favourite brothers! Warnings: Mentions of death. mentions of manipulation Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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You were still recovering, and while you wished you could do stuff like go on adrenaline filled car rides with Mammon, or excessive shopping trips with Asmo, you couldn’t. You weren’t stuck, but you just had to make sure you didn’t get into risky situations. The riskiest you can get is lessons with Solomon and Barbatos as they try to help you hone the power you now hold as an avatar of sin. You were at least thankful you were able to study with Lucifer, go on trips to the library with Satan or play video games with Levi, but staying inside the house most of the time was really damping your mood. “MC? Is there something wrong?” Of course, there were the brothers, becoming more doting and caring then ever, helping the best they can with your recovery. You shrug in response to Lucifer’s question, playing around with the food on your plate at a somewhat lively lunch at the HoL. The brothers, on another hand, started worrying about the shift of personality that has started to show. Everyone expected as much, you were a demon and a ruler of hell now. Levi felt the most empathy with you, he understands what it’s like to become insecure, but it didn’t feel fair for you to have to go through this insecurity simply because it’s your sin. After dinner wrapped up, Levi approaches you and takes a deep breath in, mustering the confidence to ask something. “MC, do you want to come to my room? You don’t have to stay, I just wanted to help you with something.” You raise an eyebrow at this stiff boy, but it wasn’t out of the ordinary. “Sure, I’ll come” “G-Great!” He sputters. When you finally got there, you sat down on a beanbag chair as Levi goes to grab something from his closet. You wondered what it could be. You look around, this feels so new to you still, despite being in here a few times to game or just talk. “U-Uhm..” You snap your attention back to see Levi, chest puffed a bit as he proudly wore his Hells Navy garb. Demon horns and tail out as well. He sat beside you on the large beanbag chair, his expression more gentle. “I want to help you find something that’ll boost your confidence, like this does to me” He says. “It doesn’t have to be a uniform or anything, but I know that because you’re the ‘Avatar of Despondence’ you lose confidence.. So I want to give you a bit of confidence back” He rubs the back of his neck. “Levi..” You smile softly and hug him tightly, which he wasn’t expecting, but he hugs back, after being frozen for a few second. He hides his blushing face, causing you to burst out laughing, not making fun of him, oh no, but simply because you’re enjoying his company. He gazes lovingly at you, a small smile on his face. Levi misses that laugh of yours, seeing you smile makes him happy. “Oh! R-Right, the confidence booster- uhm-” He goes to grab a notepad and pencil, giving it to you. “You can write some ideas here.” You nod and take the notepad and pencil, starting to think of some things that could boost your confidence. --- After finding some ideas, you leave Levi’s room and make your way to your own. Being a bit lost on where to go. you heard a buzz from your D.D.D and pick it up, seeing it was a text from Solomon.

Solomon: Hello MC! How are you doing?

MC: To be honest.. I’m still a bit lost on everything in the Devildom, heh..

Solomon: That’s understandable, you haven’t been in the Devildom in a while..

Solomon: I was wondering if you would be up to visiting Purgatory Hall, I’ll come pick you up.

MC: Really? Sure, I don’t see why not.

Solomon: Wonderful! I’ll be there in a few minutes.

You look at the last sent text and sigh, you suppose time outside would do something for how you’re feeling, perhaps telling Lucifer would be best. You walk to Lucifer’s secret office and hear some music. You peek in with a small knock on the wall and he faces you. The eldest turns the music off and turns to you, a gentle expression on his face. “MC, is there something you need?” He asks. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to Purgatory Hall and Sol will be picking me up.” You tell him. A moment of silence filled the room and you thought for a second that you upset him or he was just in a bad mood, until he lets out a long sigh and standing up. “I will also go with you, I don’t trust that sorcerer.” Your lips curl into a frown, why didn’t Lucifer trust him? Even after he helped save you? “Lucifer, it’s fine--” “I am going with you. Whether you want me to or not.” He gave you a glare. You sigh, knowing there was no point in arguing with him. The two of you went to the living room to wait. When you two sat down, he kept glancing at you, which wasn’t odd, Mammon and Levi did it all the time, but Lucifer doing it felt odd. “Is something wrong?” “No, nothing is wrong” He glances off and kept his eyes off you until the door rings. You walk over and open the door, relieved to see the sorcerer’s smiling face looking back at you. Lucifer followed you and he stood close to you. “I’ll be making sure that MC gets to Purgatory Hall safely.” “Are you implying that MC won’t get there safely with me by their side?” “I don’t trust you.” You shake your head at a glaring Lucifer and passive aggressive smiling Solomon, pushing yourself outside as you start to walk. The two who were having a staring contest quickly go to follow you. --- Once you get there, you’re greeted with Simeon and Luke, the smaller angel going over to hug you tightly. Lucifer tells you to text Beel when you are ready to go home, as he will be too busy to pick you up. Feeling like you were being treated like a child, you reluctantly agree. The eldest leaves and Luke pulls you to the kitchen. “You’re right on time, MC!” Luke smiles. “The cupcakes just finished cooling... Do you want to ice them with me?” He asks, a bit sheepishly. “Of course Luke, I’d love to.” Simeon and Solomon watch as you and Luke frost the chocolate cupcakes Luke had made. You couldn’t help but notice something felt off about Luke, you couldn’t put a finger on it though. ---- Solomon and Simeon left to get some ingredients for dinner later that day, leaving you and Luke to frost the chocolate cupcakes the blond angel had made. With the both of you there, it didn’t take too long. Something felt wrong though.. Luke wasn’t how you remembered. So, when you go to the lounge area with Luke, who had the tray of cupcakes set on the table, and sat down with the smaller angel, you look at him in worry. “Luke? Is there something wrong? You can tell me about it.” His eyes widen, surprised that you caught on, it wasn’t hard to tell. His shocked expression turns into sadness as he stares at his feet, kicking them in place a bit. “..I was so scared when you didn’t recognize me..” He whispers, tears already welling up in his eyes. “W-When I found out Michael is the one to do this to you..” He cuts himself off, sniffling. You frown, remembering just now how much Luke looked up to that manipulator. You didn’t blame the small angel, how could you? Luke, despite being centuries old, was still technically a child, you doubted he even knew that Michael was like this. You open your arms for a hug and he dove into it, his sniffles turned into loud cries as you held him close. You felt awful for Luke, who had put so much trust into someone who didn’t deserve it. This poor boy was crying, crying after what was probably so many years, because that trust was broken. You didn’t feel just anger towards that bastard, but also... Pity. But he didn’t deserve that, not after putting you through whatever he did, taking away your freewill. Not after making Luke cry because he thought he lost his best friend. The small angel kept crying, those cries eventually turning into sobs, with tears that stained your shirt, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was being here for this boy. You softly hum a tune and rub comforting circles, which thankfully calmed him down a bit. “MC, Luke! We’re back” Simeon and Sol come in, and when Simeon sees Luke crying, he quickly drops the bags and rushes over, sitting beside you on the couch. He takes Luke from his arms and releases some soothing magic, helping Luke calm down even more. Solomon and you exchange worried glances as Simeon works on comforting Luke. The small angel eventually falls limp in Simeon’s arms and after a few minutes of silence, he sighs. “Excuse me, I’ll bring Luke to his room..” He stood up, carefully carrying Luke in his arms as he makes his way to his room. You frown as Solomon sat next to you. You wanted to go make sure Luke was okay, but you trusted Simeon, so you let it be. “Why was Luke crying?” The sorcerer asks, taking a cupcake from the tray. “Oh you know.. Luke was close with Michael before the brothers slaughtered him.” You sigh. “Right, he was..” Solomon inspects the cupcake before taking a bite. “But I would say he is even closer to you then he was with that bastard.” He continues. A silence filled the room before Sol talks again. “I think he rarely allows himself to cry, he is so caught up in seeming strong that he doesn’t allow himself to be a child.” Silence filled the room once again as you take out your phone, texting to ask Beel if he could pick you up now, getting a response a few minutes later of “On my way.” You shove the phone back in your pocket and sigh. “Beel is coming to pick me up, is it okay if I take a few cupcakes?” You gesture to the cupcake, doubting Luke would mind. Solomon nods and goes to get you a container as you stay seated, glancing at the patch on your shoulder where Luke had cried into. --- With a friendly goodbye, Beel walks with you back to the HoL. You offered one of Luke’s cupcakes, which he happily took, not yet realizing you were a bit down in the dumps. “Ah.. MC, are you alright?” He asks a few minutes later. You look down at the cupcakes. “It’s just... How do I explain this..?” The words were on the tip of your tongue, but it was hard to actually get them out. “After everything that had happened, I feel bad for Luke..” You explain. Beel nods and ate the cupcake. “He was really close to Michael, wasn’t he?” With a heavy sigh, you nod and look ahead. The Devildom, despite the dark and gloomy appearance, felt like home. The home away from home you would say, but.. you then remembered that you were dead, so the Devildom was your home now. You shudder at thought of going back to the Celestial Realm, in light of what had happened. “Hey Beel..?” “Yea?” “I missed you... I missed you and all the others..” His eyes widen a bit as a bit of blush sneaks onto his cheeks, a small smile replacing his usually stoic expression. “I missed you too, MC..” --- What seemed to be years later, in truth it was only a few months, the day for your official ranking ceremony had came, sneaking and popping up by surprise. This was a rather serious occasion, especially considering this hasn’t happened in centuries, and a bit of the pressure was getting to you. You look around, seeing the multitude of demons of all kind coming to celebrate the new Avatar of Despondence. You take a deep breath in and out as you mentally prepare yourself to go up on the stage. Barbatos has done the introduction, but you weren’t listening, your heart was pounding in your ears. Thankful the brothers were there, you tug on Mammon’s arm. “W-What if I mess up? I don’t want to be a laughingstock!’ You whisper. “Ya won’t mess up” The second eldest says, holding your hand reassuringly. “Just think the demons here are wearin’ funny hats” You laugh at that. “You practiced hard, MC, try to relax and let it roll off your tongue.” Satan advises. You nod and let go of Mammon’s arm, waiting for the time for you to get up on that stage and officially become the Avatar of Despondence.

#obey me shall we date #omsd #om! brothers #om! side characters #om! mc #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! simeon #om! solomon #om! luke #om! diavolo #om! barbatos #avatar of despondence

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scorpio-marionette · 1 year

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31 Nights of Head Canons - Night 31

Night 30

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!!!!

I know I never continued posting for this, but I thought I'd at least drop night 31 for you guys. I will be posting the 17 DAYS I didn't put out in a 31 Nights master list if you want to read them. Expect them soon.

All Hallow's Eve

How do you celebrate Halloween?

Dio

If not buried in the heat whichever girl he managed to charm into his bed, he's probably going to be drunk.

Omar

Sadly, Omar usually ends up in the lonely corner of a Halloween party with no desire to be there. (Cue "Michael in the Bathroom" from the musical Be More Chill)

Zach

Zach is going to be hold up at home with a bowl of candy, watching Scooby-Doo

Oberyn

Halloween obviously isn't in Game of Thrones, but I think harvest season is a time to find comfort in each other. To come together and be one giant family. I think he would agree.

Marcus Pike

If he's still in DC and not on a case, Marcus is going to probably do one for two things: 1.) Hang out with some friends, maybe drink a little. 2.) Universal Studios Monster Movie Marathon

Max Phillips

Vampirism, as an all consuming curse, grows stronger on nights like Halloween. The beast within paces impatiently as it awaits the opening of it's cage and the removal of its tether.

Pero Tovar

All Hallow's Eve is just another night to Pero. If he and William are traveling, what they do depends on where they are. At a campsite, William will probably share ghost stories. In town, they might don festive masks and find a brothel.

Javier Peña

Knowing Javi's dad, he'll probably get roped into building a haunted house on the ranch for the local kids and teens. He'll be reluctant at first, but once he sees the fun everyone is having he'll losen up.

Jack

Assuming he isn't on a mission, Jack is shaking up in a bar with a glass of his namesake. It's hard to be at home giving out candy to kids when he should've been out with his own to gather some.

Ezra

After learning of the holiday and all of its varying traditions, Ezra tries to impliment a little of each into his home every cycle. He's even peaked his neighbors' interest in the day.

Dave

Dave is taking his daughters trick or treating the amazing costumes Carol designed for them. He'll be the best dad! Letting the girls go up to the doors, but being close enough to protect them. Checking the candy to make sure it's safe. Keeping tabs on all of his neighbors just in case something happens to his girls.

Frankie

Frankie would have you believe that he's going to be stuck at home with his baby. Santi and the guys would gladly remind you that they are more than willing to bust the man's door down, stick a bowl of candy on the porch, and put a scary movie on.

Max Lord

Max is doing whatever Alistair wants. Trick or treating, movie marathon, a party for him and his friends. Doesn't matter really. Just as long as he's happy.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus is probably torn between a Heroics office party and taking Missy trick or treating. What he doesn't realize is that Missy organized the party with the other super kids... and that they all have about 10 pounds of candy stashed in a secret location already.

Din

I'm more than positive that Halloween isn't a thing in Star Wars, but I'd like to think that Din and Grogu would find a nice little village that has a harvest tradition. Grogu would become hyper focused on the flickering fire in the carved gourds, prompting Din to take a small vacation

Nico

Remember that fireplace he wanted to install so he could make love in front of it? Yeah, he finally got that put in.

Dieter

We all know what this man is going to be doing. He'll be forced by his manager to attend some stupid party, but he'll go off and get high to deal with the shallow people.

Javi Gutierrez

Javi loves Halloween! So you know he's dressing up. The compound has already been decorated. There is candy and baked goods galore! He's ready to celebrate!!!

Joel

On a rare chance to really celebrate, Joel is helping to set Jackson up for some festivities. There will be a nice dinner made. All the houses will decorated. Costumes have been made for those who want one, and Joel is dressing up like a real cowboy!

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a-mag-a-day · 1 year

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MAG 74 - Baking something with apples in the kitchen (I think it was just a pie?)

Original statement given 8th June, 2015. So this cooould potentially be another statement that was given when our Archive crew was already in charge. If Gertrude's death was in May and not March, if could be a close one though. HR works slowly I heard…

"Even as a child, my mother would always check my room to find me reading well into the night. If I heard her coming up the stairs, I would turn off my light and dive beneath the covers to try and convince her I was sound asleep." - I did that with my old Game Boy. The big grey one. I had this magnifying glass with a small lamp to attach to the Game Boy so I could play in the dark (The first Game Boys didn't have a backlit screen. You needed proper light to see anything).

"I work as a freelance writer. It’s not a good job." - Lol, ok considering that Jonny wrote this statement sleep-deprived and based a lot of it of what he was feeling in that state, is there something he wants to tell us with this statement? xD

"There is a man in my living room. He is tall, with sandy blond hair that twists into unruly curls." - Michael's not even subtle with this one.

"Your vision goes strange when you don’t sleep for a long time. I think it’s something to do with changing pressure on your eyeballs. You start to detect faint movements on the edges, on the periphery," - this is what I meant in my ask to MAG 65 when I said I see things in the corner of my eye when I'm sleep-deprived (or filled to the brim with anxiety). I also thought this to be a great plot device for a potential story.

"Your body will go through phases where it seems to be trying to completely shut itself down, and keeping your eyes open is quite literally a physical struggle. Then all at once you’ll enter a period of manic energy, a second, third or fourth wind that leaves you giddy and nauseous, struggling to find an outlet for your sudden rush." - Yep, can relate very much.

The ambient track in this episode is btw one that will get used a lot in the following seasons, I think? It's more subtle then the one I love so much and I'm sad that it got ditched somewhen in S2 and we only once hear it again in MAG 121.

"Michael, did you drive her to this? Another victim of your warped games? Or were you simply drawn like a vulture? Or maybe a shark sensing blood." - Yeah actually, do we know how it works? Sometimes you can see there was a tendency to things that could attract certain Fears, other times it seems completely random. Or maybe it's just that. Some are just unlucky, others attract it.

"I’m rather glad I don’t really drink coffee." - This answers the question if Jon meant it in MAG 163, when he said to Martin "I hate your tea and wish you made coffee instead". It was just to tease Martin in case he could still hear him.

"I decided to get somewhat more proactive and purchased a small motion-sensor camera, which I hid in view of the trapdoor. After a week, I reviewed the footage." - That was actually very clever, good job Jon!

"They appear to be a man, or at least male-presenting. Middle-aged or older judging from the frame, but hard to be sure. They emerge around three in the morning, holding what appears to be an attaché case. Then, they spend about half an hour rifling through archives, and retreat back down after stuffing a handful of files into the case." - Leitner living in the tunnels and sneaking around will never not be funny to me xD

"but what worries me is the manner they leave the trapdoor. Rather than picking the lock or forcing their way through, they seem to move the floor itself out of their way somehow, and replace it when they return." - That book is handy!

Reading this statement got me thinking that maybe Michael was also initially created as a result of sleep deprivation

Jonny started seeing blond curls and long fingers in his peripheral vision and decided to give them a personality

#a mag a day #tma #the magnus archives #episode asks #mod ashes #tma spoilers #mag 74 #lycanlovingvampyre

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5 and 3 for the prompt game? 👉👈With either allium duo or bedrock bros?

I know this is super old, but I wanted to share what I had written. You inspired me to write both, but I haven't finished either of them 😔 I'm determined to finish the Bedrock Bros one (which will have comfort noms) but here's the wip I had of the Allium Duo fic!

Reminder! Requests are CLOSED at this moment! We're trying to focus on Hermitcraft/3rd Life and OC stuff at the moment. 💙 Thank you!

3. “CAREFUL!”

Now, Tommy’s been out of the prison for quite some time now. He’d learned about Tubbo and Ranboo’s platonic marriage and their son Michael, but there were things he was still in the dark about. Something about Ranboo just didn’t sit right with him and he was going to make sure Tubbo wasn’t in any sort of danger. It especially concerned the tiny man that Ranboo was still all buddy-buddy with Technoblade even though Technoblade had murdered Tubbo once and destroyed L’Manburg twice! How could you just keep hanging out with a criminal like that?!

But that wasn’t all about Ranboo that rubbed Tommy the wrong way. The tall enderboy was just so spacey half the time, as if he wasn’t aware of his surroundings or his thoughts were a million miles away. Tommy could easily recognize the expression as the same one Tubbo got when he was planning something big, but it read as something very anxious on Ranboo’s face. There was something Ranboo was hiding from his family and Tommy was determined to find out what.

With his small size, it wasn’t hard for Tommy to follow Ranboo around. Despite how paranoid the enderboy was, even he found it hard to detect the tiny’s presence. In fact, the only one who ever caught Tommy sneaking around was Michael. Tommy shuddered as he remembered those cold, hard claws-for-hands wrapped around his torso as Michael examined him making curious piglin sounds.

He was lucky to have escaped before Tubbo or Ranboo came up to check on him. If either of them caught him, the jig would be up and Tubbo would likely be mad at him and he can’t have that. He’s just trying to protect him, after all! Tubbo can be so stubborn about things concerning Ranboo sometimes. It annoyed Tommy, truth be told.

As time passed, however, Tommy found himself growing accustomed to Ranboo’s routines and habits. Every morning, the enderhybrid would wake up, tell Tubbo good morning, and go upstairs to wake Michael and take care of him. He always woke first. Tubbo never was an early riser. Anyone who ever spent any time with him knew that, and both Ranboo and Tommy spent a lot of time with the goat hybrid.

After spending time with their adoptive son, Ranboo would then leave Snowchester and travel to Technoblade’s property where he kept all of his pets and his villagers. At least, that was the only reason Tommy could come up with as to why Ranboo stuck with Techno and Philza. In order to follow him, Tommy would hide in the satchel he carried with him when he left Tubbo’s house. It was easy enough.

It got tricky once they reached the little shed. Ranboo would put his bag down and take out enderpearls and teleport away from the property. Well it was rather hard to keep track of someone who wasn’t there, now wasn’t it? But that was okay. Tommy could learn more about the mysterious hybrid by looking through his things. It wasn’t like Ranboo could stop him.

And it wasn’t like Tommy found anything interesting anyways. Ranboo kept lots and lots of blocks in his chests. There were a few books but they were all blank for some reason. There were villagers and other pets in Ranboo’s basement but all that trip did was wear Tommy out. At least he didn’t get stuck anywhere. All in all, it was a rather boring job but Tommy was determined to find something on the enderhybrid that proved his suspicions right. There had to be. He’s not just being paranoid over nothing and this certainly wasn’t a product of jealousy.

A couple days went by, days turned to weeks, and soon Tommy found himself getting bored and less motivated to spy on his old friend. The worst he saw was when Philza accidentally led a creeper into his wall and blew it up. It had been close but Tommy emerged from it unscathed and hidden still so it was still a win. He had caught a glimpse of Techno and Ranboo talking in the yard, though, which was chilling.

This all changed, however, on one day when Ranboo was acting more suspicious than usual. The old paranoia resurfaced as Tommy climbed into his bag and Ranboo ran out into the cold. He was muttering to himself and he sounded panicked. Hearing Ranboo in such a state set Tommy on edge. Is he okay? Is he alright?

The tiny risked a look outside, head peeking out of the flap and up at the distraught person. Ranboo kept wiping at his eyes and hissing as if something was burning him. He… He was crying. Why was he crying? What was wrong?

Tommy almost revealed himself to comfort the poor lad, but then the hybrid spoke aloud startlingly clearly, as if he was talking to someone. A chill goes down Tommy’s spine. “No, no, I know. I’m supposed to be learning. I just want to control this, I don't want to hurt anyone, please.”

What on Ender was he talking about? Hurt anyone? Ranboo hurt people? Tommy looked forward to see where he was going and gasped. Did Ranboo know he was walking towards a river with no armor?! “RANBOO!! Ranboo look out! The water-!”

Ranboo gasped and looked down at the satchel just as he stepped into the swirling water, horror and terror written on his Enderman features. “Tommy?! No, you can’t- AUGH!”

Tommy held on onto the bag tightly as Ranboo suddenly teleported out of the water on the opposite side of the river. “Ranboo?! Are you okay?” There’s no answer. “Ranboo…?”

The ender hybrid shook his head slowly, blinking with purple eyes. He made a curious sound Tommy recognized as an Enderman sound and looked around the area slowly. His movements made no sense to the tiny. He seemed dazed, almost groggy, as if he’d just woken up from a deep sleep.

Tommy tried to catch his attention once more. “You- You good, big man?”

Ranboo looked down at the satchel slowly and unblinking. His eyes weren’t focused but he reached into the bag and carefully lifted Tommy out. His breath catches as he realizes Ranboo’s fingers had longer, sharper claws. He was grateful for the soft pads of the now paw-like hand that gripped him gently. The enderboy lifted him up to eye level and examined him curiously, no sign of recognition in his eyes. The sight sent a chill down Tommy’s spine.

“Ranboo?”

The hybrid took his focus off of the tiny and started walking, looking around more attentively, as if searching for something. Slowly, the grip on Tommy tightened. At first it was barely noticeable, but soon it became harder to breathe. Tommy had been going along with this strange development, terribly confused at what was going on. He was worried this was some new plot to kill Tommy once and for all again and he was battling an internal war with himself on whether Ranboo, his best friend’s husband, someone Tommy was slowly beginning to trust, was going to betray him or not. The grip was not helping keep his heart calm in the slightest.

Tommy grunted as the pressure started crushing his ribs. “Careful! That hurts!” He stopped walking but didn’t look at his passenger. “Ranboo?"

My idea was that Tiny Tommy accidentally gets caught by an Enderwalking Ranboo, and then I couldn't figure out where to go with it lol. If you want to pick this up and finish it, by all means go ahead. ^^ This is an open invitation to anyone who makes it this far and sees an end to it, btw! I think it'd be cool to see how you guys finish it.

#random asks #random writings #fearplay #g/t #g/t fanfiction #g/t writing #t!tommy #g!ranboo #my posts #ask game #enderwalking #angst #alter pearl #open collab #cliff hanger #mcyt g/t #mcyt #dsmp g/t

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Diary of a Horror Bufff 8.30.22

Ugh two days left bitches two days left.

Also I woke up at like 1 today (in the afternoon) so i feel riproaring to get some stuff done in the meantime what this means is that I'm gonna do a small chore between each of the movies we're watching and since I already sent off a work email I get a freebie ok les go.

Creepshow 2 (1987) dir. Michael Gornick

ok so I speant a bunch of time talking about this on letterboxd so check it out there but the main gist is that while its not as good as the original I still had fun.

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Chicken of the Dead (2019) dir. Julien David

A beautiful story about a libertarian telling big goverment to go fuck themselves and they restrictive ideas of "how much food should be in foodstuff" and "not turning people into chicken zombies".

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Irradiation (2021) dir. Sava Zivkovic

ok so this animation style is insane, like is this what console video games are like. I'm used to people looking like this.

homegirl with that bullet bra.

this is basically like a full ass video game teaser trailer where this russian scientist treks through a burnt irradiated forest to look at this eldritch anomily. I can't even explain further this is like AAA grade like sci-fi animation. this shit could have a whole ass TV show I am obsessed just fucking watch it.

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Satan At Play (1907) dir. Segundo de Chomón

I mean we love a synopsis that starts with UWU "satan was bored"

so this is less narrative then the letterboxd discription implies. This is essentially more like a magic show Satan is bored and so in a revue style he pulls off a series of illisions more daring then the last which even like a hundred years later the effects are spectacular.

Bottom line is that Segudo is a bad bitch.

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The Man with Wax Faces (1914) dir. Maurice Tourneur

ok so this would have proabbaly been a lot more impactful if I spoke french since this film uses a lot, and I mean a lot, of intertitles. Bonus points is that it really fun to read french in an absolutely awful french accent.

The plot for this is pretty basis some dude like you bro I double dog dare you to spend some time in the wax museum oh I'm sorry, *said in a horrible french accent* un musee de figures de cire. The dudes goes insane apparently and proceeds to murder his friend when he comes into the musee de figures de cire to play a silly little prank on him.

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Vengeance (pomsta) (1968) dir. Jirí Brdecka

not to be confused with Vengeance(1968), the western staring Richard Harrison, (the 60s actor not the guy who runs pawn stars.)

ugh this bussy. fuck it up king

ok so this shit has the same vibe as one of those ted ed riddles videos. you know which ones I'm talking about.

this was the closest gif I could find.

basically some dude being a little beta male cuck and writing a poem to his girfriend when this CHAD comes over and is like you bitch ditch this looser I'm good at fighting and shes like bet. So he goes to his upstairs neighbor whose a witch or something and shenanigans, (faustian deals and idle hands) ensue.

also pretty much every chick in this just straight up got her titties out like shes lady freedom

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Isabelle Aux Dombes (1951) dir Maurice Pialat

ok so it turns out "The Dombes" is a place in france thats basically pasture land that has a bunch of shallow ponds.

this movie is sort of non narrative or at least surreal. Essentially the character takes a trip to The Dombes, and just sort of gets lost. the imagedry gets more explicitly about death until the character literally dresses up as Chiron and crosses one of the ponds to look at a gravestone with Isabelle name on it.

gives me this energy.

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Ghost Town Frolics (1938) dir. Lester Kline

ok so this is a fun silly little cartoon. this was part of the New Universal and Walter Lantz productions cartoons. Yes Walter Lantz as the guy who did Woody Woodpecker. No Idea who Lester Kline is and the information I have on him is a bit limited. Also the characters for this are the simple simians, who are apparently chipanzee siblings. Normally I find monkeys to be kinda freaky but these ones are cute.

bitch I got good reason

this was cute though it had some fun gags and the characters were fun.

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Krazy Spooks (1933) dir. Manny Gould, Ben Harrison

so apparently there are like four directors in this but I'm only including the first two.

so this one featues Krazy Kat who was made by Charles Mintz and produced by Columbia Pictures.

So this is kinda just another random ass huanted house cartoon. Theres some sight gags, some bedsheets ghosts and this one has a gorilla which is actually pretty new. some murder on rue morgue realness I guess.

youtube

The Binding Box CRYPT TV (2017) dir. Ramsey Attia

ok so this one was fun. Basically this girl gets a mysterious box in the mail and UWU its a creppy clown in a jack in the box. so yeah obvious spooky thing is spooky. This is just a fun time and we love the aestetic.

I think I have one more video left for today so lets vibe.

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Pregnancy Test (2016) dir. Fergal Costello

ok I haven't seen this in years but I fucking love this. basically a women takes a Prenancy test and it comes back as "having the antichrist"??? oh also its a contraception PSA so I mean we have to stan.

anyway bitches thats pretty much it for today I think I won't be doing any blogging tomorrow but I will finish off the challenge.

anyway whores stay tuned cause your getting a full ass video next time.

#Youtube #Vimeo

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All Good, All Ways

Summary: After five years together with the love of his life, Daniel is ready to take the next step in their relationship but then life comes rushing at him from out of the darkness and all of a sudden he’s not sure they’ll ever get to have their happy ending.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x unnamed OFC

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Michael Italiano being the best bestie Daniel could ever ask for (because yes, I firmly believe this man deserves his own warning)

Word count: 7.1k

AN: Listen. I love angst. Love. But I’m also very much a sucker for happy endings, and so this is what happens when the two get combined… Enjoy, I guess :)

He finds her in the kitchen, elbows resting on the counter, the crossword page of that week's Sunday newspaper spread out in front of her, and a pen twirling between the fingers of her right hand as she tries to find the answers.

Like every other day, or at least the ones they spend on the farm together, she's already been up for a few hours, tending to the small flock of animals that have become part of their little family over the years, the three alpacas she saved from an abusive owner a few months ago her favourites even though she still claims she likes all of their pets just the same. He likes to think both he and the chickens know better.

After almost four years of living together he knows her Sunday morning ritual by heart, knows that after she's fed the animals she takes a quick tour through the vegetable garden to pick whatever's ready for harvesting before she returns to the house to make him breakfast. She knows the smell of freshly brewed coffee will wake him up eventually and so instead of rushing him she simply waits for him to come downstairs on his own and does her crossword puzzle instead.

"Mornin'," he croaks, his voice still a little rough from having just woken up, sneaking his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple before he lets his chin rest on her shoulder. "You winning?"

She chuckles softly, "It's a crossword, Dan, not a game of chess."

"Still," he teases, risking a quick glance down to see how far she's gotten. Most of the puzzle is filled in already, only the bottom right corner left empty and he realises he must have slept longer than he thought.

She lets out a frustrated sigh, the pen tapping the page rather aggressively on square eighty-four across, "What is the absence of sound?"

"The absence of sound?"

"Yeah." She shakes her head and he can tell she's annoyed with herself, "I thought it was ‘quiet’ but that doesn’t fit.” Another sigh then, “I'm drawing a complete blank."

"The absence of sound-" His phone rings then and instead of giving her the answer he lets go of her and walks back to where he left his phone on the breakfast bar when he entered the kitchen and pushes the green button with a smile, "Hey babe, you on your way?"

He chuckles when he sees her shake her head but his grin quickly turns into a loving smile when she reaches for a third mug from the cabinet above her head and adds it to the two already on the counter because she instinctively understands Michael will join them for breakfast today.

"I'm at the gate," Michael informs him and it's then Daniel hears the familiar beep from the alarm system that lets him know the front gate has been opened by someone who has the code.

"See you in five, mate." Turning around then, hoping she won't hear what he says next, "Did you bring-"

"Mate," Michael replies with a sigh. "Of course I did."

"Just checking," he says. Then, as a peace offering, and a little louder so she can hear, "Fried or-"

"Poached," Michael answers before he can even finish his question.

"Understood," he replies with a grin and ends the call. When he turns back to her he sees she's already grabbed the egg basket and he wonders, not for the first time since they got together, how he got so lucky.

***

She laughs at something Michael says and the sound of it is like music to his ears. There's something about seeing her so relaxed, especially because he knows how challenging the last few years have been for her, what with him being away so much, that makes him proud of the way they are building their life together even though he still wishes he could just be with her all the time and not have to leave her behind nine months out of the year.

Then again, she would probably argue that she knew exactly what she was getting into when they first started dating, would most likely tell him that if anything absence makes the heart grow fonder, and would no doubt warn him that whenever he would decide to retire from racing they would spend so much time together that he would long for the days where they were apart.

Of course he would disagree with that last statement, because he can't imagine ever growing tired of her. Not in a million years.

He is pulled out of his thoughts by Michael kicking his shin under the table and it's then he realises she's started to collect their now empty plates and he tries to stop her the only way he knows how, by blurting out something that maybe could have used a bit more preface, "You ready to head outside?"

A look of utter confusement passes across her face before she sets the plates back down and looks from him to Michael and back, drawing out a quiet, “What?”

He can see Michael shake his head out of the corner of his eye and he knows he could have done this better, could have made it make more sense, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is what he says next, “Remember how you told me you wanted to give the dirt track a go?”

She nods slowly, “Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath and puts his hand on hers, giving it a little squeeze before he pulls her to her feet, “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

Her hand is cool against his warm skin as she follows him through the kitchen and out the back door, allowing him to lead the way to one of the sheds on the far end of the courtyard, the one they don’t ever use because it is a hazard and should be torn down. That’s what he told her anyway. Truth is, he’s been using it for this secret project ever since she confessed she’d like nothing more than to have her own dirt bike to ride across the track with.

When they reach the shed he lets go of her hand and tells her to cover her eyes, smiling when she does so with an exaggerated sigh even though he knows she secretly likes the added drama. He waits until he’s sure there’s no peeking and then he gives one of the doors a push, sliding it to the side with ease, smiling widely when he sees what’s inside.

“Open your eyes, babe,” he tells her once he’s turned towards her, not wanting to miss her reaction.

It takes her a few blinks to adjust to the bright sunlight but then she does and lets out a gasp when she sees the bike, “Oh, Dan.”

“You like it?” He asks as he grabs her hand and pulls her inside.

“I love it,” she whispers, the quiver in her voice telling him she’s close to tears and he couldn’t be more proud that he has been able to pull it off without her finding out.

He watches her as she walks around the bike, her fingers ghosting over the seat and the handlebars, and it’s a good thing she’s not paying him any attention or she would for sure make fun of the fact that now he has tears in his eyes too. He clears his throat, trying to get his emotions under control before he tells her, “It’s custom build for you-”

“Daniel-”

“Babe,” he counters, shaking his head. “Can’t have you riding around on one of those uncontrollable machines-”

“So less horsepower?”

He chuckles, because she really does know him too well, “A little, yeah.” He holds up his hands in defense but drops his smile, wanting her to know he’s serious, “I don’t want you to get hurt, ok? So yeah, a little less power, but still enough to get a kick out of.”

She nods, but doesn’t say anything else and instead bites her lower lip as she lets her fingers run over the side of the bike, where he has the number three painted on the fuel tank in a soft pastel green, a tiny lilac heart in the top right corner so he can always be there when she rides. She looks up at him and shakes her head, “This is too much, Dan.”

He quickly walks towards her, cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her lips before he tells her, “Never.”

She wraps her arms around his waist, her head resting against his chest and a quiet sob escaping her, “I hate you.”

“I know you do,” he says with a wide smile, because honestly, it’s the best compliment he could get right now.

When she first told him she hated him, after he surprised her by flying home for their one-year anniversary even though he had let her to believe he couldn’t clear his schedule during winter testing, he had been shocked, but he quickly learned it was her way of telling him that he had done more than she could have asked for, that he had caught her by surprise, and that a simple ‘I love you’ wouldn’t cut it.

Michael catches up with them, a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder, “Told you she’d like it, mate.”

“You did,” he agrees with a nod and a mouthed, “Thank you.” After all, it was Michael who had found him a manufacturer who was willing to alter the bike to meet his standards. He presses a kiss to the top of her head then, “You wanna give it a try?”

She nods and lets go of him, but not before she gives him another kiss.

“Michael brought your new gear,” he says, nodding towards his best friend, “why don’t you go get changed and we’ll take her out for a spin?”

***

When she walks back into the shed, in a black racing suit that hugs her curves just right, he can feel his mouth go dry because God, she looks absolutely stunning.

There’s a mischievous look in her eyes when she says, “Do you get it now?”

“What?”

“Why I like watching you walk around the paddock like this?” she replies, gesturing at her suit.

He lets his eyes wander across her body again and chuckles, “I guess so, yeah.”

“Good,” she tells him with a smile. “At least now you know why I’m always so turned on after a race.”

“So you’re saying you’re turned on right now?”

“Nope,” she replies, popping the ‘p’, “but I can tell you are.” A giggle then, "Ok. Fine. I am. Just a little."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

“Jesus Christ,” Michael groans from somewhere behind them. “I am right here, guys.”

Daniel lets out a laugh and so does she, before they both shrug apologetically, “Sorry, mate.”

“Whatever,” Michael shoots back, but then smiles too. “You ready?”

She nods and he watches her as Michael hands her her helmet, the ‘All good, all ways’ graphic on top matching the design of his own. Another way for him to be close to her, he decided when he had the helmet made. Grabbing a hold of the handlebars she rolls the bike forward, releasing the kickstand so that it bounces back to its resting position. Once she’s out of the shed she swings her leg over the seat, both feet touching the ground firmly, the bike a perfect height for her.

“Just up and down the driveway first, babe,” he tells her, waiting until she nods before he continues. “Get a good feel of the bike, ok? Take your time.”

“Understood,” she replies with what he thinks is a smile because the corners of her eyes are crinkling, but it’s hard to tell with the helmet on. She shuts the visor then and he knows better than to distract her and so he steps aside as she starts the bike and revs the engine a few times.

“Nice,” Michael comments from somewhere on his right and he couldn’t agree more because the bike sounds absolutely perfect. Not as aggressive as his own but still like something that demands respect. Just like her, he realises then, and he can’t help but smile.

She’s off then, gunning it past him and Michael down the driveway, leaving a trail of dirt flying in her wake as she shifts gears and picks up speed with ease.

“She’s something else, mate,” Michael tells him as he bumps his shoulder against his.”

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly, “she really is.”

He smiles when he thinks back on how they met, five years ago to the day. He had just finished his seventh year in Formula One and was back home during the winter break after a particularly shitty second half of the season when a few of his mates invited him to a motocross race in Hendley Park on a Saturday afternoon. One driver in particular caught his eye, a subtle aggression to their driving style that he could only admire, and so he asked to meet them after the race. To say he was surprised when she came up to greet him was an understatement and even though he tried to act cool he failed miserably, tripping over his own words and no doubt making a fool out of himself. Still, she must have seen something she liked, because she agreed to go out for dinner with him the next week, where he was able to keep his cool and actually impressed her with his choice of restaurant.

They ended up spending most of his winter break together and he quickly learned that even though she had a passion for the sport, she only raced for fun and used it as a way to decompress after a busy week at work and he thought that maybe that was even more badass.

They fell in love hard and fast and even though at times it was messy and hard work, not in the least because he was gone most of the year, they somehow made it work and by the time the next winter break rolled around, after a particularly rough final season with Red Bull that she helped him get through by just being there, he knew she was the one and asked her to move in with him.

The sound of her making her way back to him pulls him out of his thoughts and he smiles when he sees her driving towards him at high speed, his heart overflowing with nothing but love for her.

***

“I wanna take it out on the track,” she says as she takes her helmet off and lets it rest on top of the fuel tank.

“Drink this first,” Michael tells her and gives her a tumbler filled with a suspicious looking green smoothie.

She pulls a face when she puts her nose to tumblr but Michael throws her a warning look and so she shrugs and takes a sip anyway.

“There you go,” Michael says and pats her shoulder with a grin. “Good girl.”

“What is this, exactly?”

“Protein shake.”

“Right,” she draws out, but takes another sip, earning her a proud smile from Michael.

Daniel takes the tumbler from her when it’s almost empty and presses a kiss to her temple, “How’s the bike?”

“Amazing!” She looks up at him and it’s almost like she’s beaming, “It reacts beautifully, babe. I love it!” She gestures at the bike, “Good call on the horsepower too, because Jesus, she’s feisty.”

“Just like you,” he says with a smile even though he means it.

“Hmm,” she hums in response, already picking her helmet back up. “You wanna join me?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, “you go do your thing. I’ll watch this time.”

***

The track on the other side of his property isn’t particularly challenging, but there are a few twists and turns that are a little more tricky, and so he watches her like a hawk during the first few rounds, the knot in his stomach only slowly starting to unravel the more she familiarizes herself with the track.

He’ll never tell her this, because it would be terribly unfair, but every time she gets on a bike he is a nervous wreck, silently praying to a God he long stopped believing in for her safe return. The hypocrisy of it all doesn’t escape him, what with his career in Formula One, but he tries to ease his own mind by telling himself that this is different. It isn’t. Of course it isn’t.

“You sure she doesn’t want to get back into motocross?”

Michael’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he turns towards his friend with a smile, “She’s good, huh?”

“Amazing,” Michael agrees with a nod. “I mean, I’ve never seen her race before but the way she attacks those rollers-” he lets out a low whistle, “-that’s something else, mate.”

He feels a sense of pride wash over him as he agrees, “Yeah, she’s pretty fearless.” He glances over at the track where she’s riding through the rhythm section now and he can tell from the way she controls the bike that she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Just like you,” Michael chuckles and pats his back. “You two really were made for each other, Dan.”

He smiles, not surprised that once again his best friend seems to know exactly what has been on his mind lately.

“I mean it,” Michael says, probably taking his silence as dissent. “The way you two seem to be so in tune with one another and the amount of trust between you two, not just when it comes to racing, but with just about everything. Mate-” he shakes his head, “- that’s something most of us can only dream of.”

“I’m going to ask her to marry me,” he blurts out then, a chuckle escaping him when he sees Michael’s shocked face. He shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Then again, maybe it is. “She’s the one.”

“Fuck yeah,” Michael beams back, pulling him in for a hug. “Good on ya.”

“Thanks.” He pats Michael on the back and when he lets go he notices his best friend is a little teary-eyed, “Don’t go all soft on me now, Italiano,” he jabs.

“Nah, man,” Michael laughs and runs his hands under his eyes, “it’s just-” he smiles, “-it’s been a long time coming, Dan.”

He drops his head and laughs, “Yeah. I know. I just-” he runs a hand through his hair, “-I wanted it to be special, you know?” He risks another quick glance at the track and when he’s satisfied she’s far away enough he pulls out a tiny jewelry box from the pocket of his jeans, “We met five years ago today-” he says as he opens the box and shows Michael the ring he’s picked out.

Michael lets out another low whistle, “Fuck, mate. She’s gonna love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitively.” He lets out a laugh then, “Hell, even I would say yes if you proposed to me with that!”

“You don’t think it’s too much?”

“Nah, it’s perfect.” Another pat on his back, “What do you have planned?”

“I’m taking her out to dinner tonight-” he starts, pocketing the ring again, his gaze drifting towards the track when he hears her rev the engine some more when she comes out of Dragon’s Back, “-same restaurant as where we had our first date.” He’s a little distracted, something about the high shriek of the engine not sitting right with him, but he tries to shrug it off, “I’m not sure if I want to ask her there, or when we get home, but I guess-”

Michael grabs his arms then, something so sudden about his movement that it roots Daniel in his spot and it takes him some time to figure out what’s going on. But then he sees her, trying so desperately to control the bike, and it’s like everything from then on happens in slow motion.

The bike swivels beneath her, both wheels losing their grip in the loose sand of Burned Man’s corner, making her swerve too far to the outside of the track where she runs into something that makes the bike pull up into the air, throwing her off. She lands on her back, a sickening thud when her helmet hits something hard, and his heart, oh his heart hurts so much it makes him physically ill.

It’s then he sees the bike, its point of gravity making it fall backwards and he tries to warn her, but no sound comes out and so all he can do is watch as the bike comes down on her legs, his fight or flight response temporarily disabled.

As it sometimes does, time seems to stop, the moment hovering and settling, and, as if his mind is playing some sort of cruel trick on him, all he can think about is her crossword puzzle from earlier today.

What is the absence of sound?

What is the absence of?

What is the absence?

What is the?

What is?

What?

Silence.

***

Michael’s voice pulls him back to reality as he hears his friend on call with emergency services. It triggers him into action and he runs down the hill they were standing on, slipping and sliding towards the track, trying to keep his balance while also trying to get to her as fast as he can.

He feels like he’s about to throw up when he reaches her, the front wheel of the bike resting heavy on her stomach, her breathing laboured and uneven and he has to take a few deep breaths himself before he kneels down beside her and leans over her. He opens the visor of her helmet with great care, trying to make sure her head doesn’t move, and lets out a sob of relief when he finds her blinking back at him.

Because of the helmet he can only see her eyes but he can tell she’s in shock from the way her pupils are blown and her skin is unnaturally pale. Her breathing grows even more irregular and her eyes desperately search for his, clearly panicked.

“I’m here, babe,” he tells her, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ve got you.”

Michael comes up beside him then, leaning in close so she doesn’t hear him when he tells Daniel, “Ambulance is on it’s way, they said not to move her. I gave them the access code to the gate, because if I have to go there and-”

“No worries, mate,” Daniel tells him, not taking his eyes off of her. “Can we move-”

“No,” Michael says sharply, effectively cutting him off. “Not until they know if there’s any internal bleeding or not.” Michael puts his hand on his shoulder then and moves into her field of vision, a calm and collected vibe about him that Daniel knows all too well from their days in the paddock. “You’re gonna be ok, babe. They’ll be here soon, ok?”

She tries to nod but winces when she moves her head.

“Try not to move, sweetheart,” Michael tells her, his voice steady even though the hand on Daniel’s shoulder is rather sweaty, “I know it’s hard but you gotta keep still, ok?”

She blinks once, which he takes as a yes and so he gives her hand another squeeze, “We’re right here, babe.”

"Dan,"

Her voice is barely above a whisper and so he leans down to hear her better, not missing the tears that have formed in her eyes. He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile, "Yeah?"

"Dan," she says again, a sob escaping her, making her wince from the pain, the look in her eyes one of sheer panic. "I can't feel my legs."

***

“What the fuck is taking them so long?” He lets out a frustrated groan as he gets up out of his seat and starts pacing down the corridor, like he has done for the past two hours before Michael forced him to sit down in one of those awful plastic chairs.

“They’re probably just running some tests,” Michael offers, ever the voice of reason. “We want them to be thorough, mate.”

“Yeah, I know,” he answers with a sigh, “I just wish they would tell us something. Anything.” Flashes of her in the ambulance run through his mind, her hand in his as they rushed to the hospital, her eyes never leaving his as the paramedics kept checking her vitals, and the determined look on her face when she tried her hardest not to let him show how much pain she really was in even though he could tell from her laboured breathing that it must have been a lot.

He wishes he could swap places with her, wishes he could take away some of her pain, and would sell his soul to the devil for her to make it out without permanent damage, because the thought of her being hurt because of something he did is enough to make him go absolutely insane. He always knew he’d never be able to forgive himself if anything were to happen to her, but now he’s not even sure he’d survive.

“Dan,”

There’s something about Michael’s voice that makes him stop dead in his tracks and it’s then he sees the doctor stepping into view.

“Mr Ricciardo?”

He nods, “Yes.”

“I’m Doctor Fitzpatrick-” he holds out his hand which Daniel shakes with a polite smile. “Why don’t we sit down?”

“I don’t want-”

“Daniel,” Michael says, a lot more authority to his voice now. He nods to the seat next to him, "Sit down."

Doctor Fitzpatrick sits down on the other side of him and gives him a small smile, “The good news is that the CT scans of her head came back clear.” He clears his throat, “The helmet seems to have done its job and while she no doubt will have a bit of a headache in the coming days, I think this is the best outcome we could have asked for."

“Ok,” he replies, because even though this is good news he’s still worried sick about her not being able to feel her legs. It's then he sees the doctor looking at him with an apologetic smile and instantly his muscles tighten up like they do when he knows he's about to crash, when he braces himself for impact to minimize the damage. He guess this time it's no different. His voice is raw and full of emotion when he asks, "And the bad news?"

"The bad news-" Doctor Fitzgerald says as he shifts in his seat, "-is that she has three broken ribs and that she has broken both her radius and her ulna and-"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Both bones in her lower arm are fractured but they're both linear breaks," Doctor Fitzgerald explains, "which can be treated with a cast and should heal relatively quickly." He waits until Daniel nods before he continues, "What we're most worried about is her legs."

He feels his heart drop again, feels sick to his stomach, certain that he's about to hear she'll never walk again, already trying to figure out if he could remodel the farm in a way to best suit her needs. Maybe he could move the bedroom downstairs, he thinks, to where his office is now, because then they could-

"Dan," Michael says from next to him, a hand on his knee to pull him out of his panic, once again seeming to know exactly what he's thinking, although by now he really shouldn't be surprised anymore, "stop."

"There isn't any visible damage to her legs, but she still has no feeling in them." Doctor Fitzgerald clears his throat then, "We don't know if that's just a response to the trauma she's suffered or if there is permanent nerve damage from the fall, but unfortunately it's too early to tell."

"How long-" it comes out barely above a whisper and so he tries again, "-How long before we-"

"We will have to wait and see," the doctor replies with an apologetic smile. "The next twenty-four hour are rather critical in that regard."

“Ok.” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, because he realises he will have to be the strong one for a while, or at least until they’ve figured out the extent of the damage done to her legs. And honestly it scares him more than anything he has ever faced in his life. She’s always been his rock, has always been the one he turned to whenever he felt like he was treading water, has always been the one to make him realise that maybe it was never as bad as he made it out to be. He doesn’t know if he can do it. But, he decides then, he sure as hell is going to try. And so he takes another deep breath and asks, “Can I see her?”

***

The only sound he hears is the steady beep of the machine they still got her hooked onto so they can continuously measure her heart rate and blood pressure. The nurse told him it was just a precautionary measure, but still he watches the numbers like a hawk, willing them to stay on the same levels but dreading the moment they don’t.

He’s sitting next to the hospital bed she’s in, a chair pulled up from somewhere so he can hold her hand in his, every now and then pressing a kiss to the back of it while he tells her he loves her. He’s not sure she hears him, but he likes to think she does, likes to think it will make her wake up faster even though technically he knows it probably won’t.

His phone beeps then and when he pulls it out of his back pocket he sees there’s a new message from Michael, telling him he’s almost on his way back to the hospital and if there’s anything else he needs to bring. He texts back a quick reply, asking him to bring the Sunday newspaper that should still be on the kitchen counter somewhere. After all, she hasn’t finished that damn crossword yet and he knows how much she hates leaving it unresolved, the stack of newspapers with unfinished crosswords puzzles in her study a silent testament to that.

Michael texts him the thumbs up emoji back and tells him he’ll see him soon.

Not for the first time in his life Daniel feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards his best friend, who always seems to be able to keep a clear head and always manages whatever challenge they face in a calm and collected manner. A skill Daniel lacks, or at least off-track anyway.

The smallest flutter of her eyelids draws his attention then and he gives her hand a gentle squeeze to let her know he’s there. He watches her as she lets out a sigh and then she opens her eyes and the wave of relief that washes over him almost drowns him.

“Hey,” she croaks, her voice rough and the cough that follows making her pull a face that tells him she’s still in a lot of pain.

“Sssh,” he tells her, “don’t talk.” He gets up out of his chair and presses a kiss to her forehead, “I love you.”

She looks up at him and blinks once, mouthing a quiet, “Love you more.”

“Impossible,” he chuckles, completing the spiel they have perfect over the years and for the first time since he kneeled down next to her on that dirt track he feels like maybe, just maybe, things will be alright.

Her eyes move towards the cast on her left arm then, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“You broke the two bones in your lower arm,” he quickly explains, his free hand gently stroking her hair out of her face before he lets it rest on her shoulder. “Do you remember what happened?”

Once again she blinks.

Realisation sets in then, everything that happened that day finally catching up with him, the precarious situation with her legs weighing heavy on his heart, and he can feel his throat tighten up, and his lower lip starting to tremble, and he shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the tears that have started to form in his eyes. “I am so sorry, babe,” he tells her, his eyes never leaving hers, “I never should have-”

She squeezes his hand and furrows her eyebrows at him, blinking twice.

“It is my fault,” he tells her, a tear sliding down his cheek that he brushes away angrily, “I gave you that bike.” He leans down again, pressing a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin when he tells her, “I am so, so sorry, love.”

“Dan,” she whispers, her breathing laboured in an effort to keep the coughing at bay, “stop.” Her hand comes up to his cheek, her thumb gently stroking along the edge of his beard, “It was an accident.”

“An accident I could have prevented,” he mutters quietly.

Her hand moves away from his cheek then and flicks his earlobe making him jump back and yelp in surprise, “Oi!” He rubs his ear but can’t help but laugh, “Why would you do that?”

“Calling your bullshit,” she whispers. She coughs and reaches for his hand, waiting until it’s subsided enough for her to tell him, “This was not your fault, ok? I never, ever want to hear you say that again.”

“Ok,” he replies with a smile. “Understood.”

***

“Hello, sweetheart,” Michael says as he enters the room, dropping the small duffel bag in Daniel’s lap before he leans over the bed and kisses her cheek. “How are you?”

“Better,” she tells him, her voice a little louder now and the coughing having subsided substantially.

“Good,” Michael replies and, probably out of habit, puts his hand on her knee and gives it a little squeeze.

Her eyes grow wide and she looks from Michael to him and back to Michael again, “Do that again.” When Michael does she lets out a relieved laugh, “I felt that.”

“You did?” Daniel all but jumps out of his seat and rushes to her, pressing a kiss to her lips out of sheer joy, “You really felt that?”

“I did,” she beams and points at the footrest of the bed, where she is wiggling her toes, “Look!”

“This is good, right?” Daniel asks, looking at Michael expectantly.

“I think so,” Michael answers with an hesitant smile. “Let me go get the doctor, though, I’m sure they’d want to run some tests.”

He watches as Michael walks out of the room and turns to her with a wide grin, “This is good.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Dan,” she says, ever the voice of reason even though he can tell by the way her eyes have turned ten shades lighter she shares his sentiment.

“We’ll be ok, babe,” he tells her and kisses her again.

She nods, “All good,”

“All ways.”

***

After a few rounds of tests, that he and Michael have to wait out on the corridor for, Doctor Fitzgerald invites them back into the room, informing them that the first signs look promising, but that he still wants to keep her in the hospital overnight, just in case.

“I think it was simply a pinched nerve,” he says with a sympathetic smile. “That sometimes happens after a traumatic event where there was a lot of impact. She could still experience some numbness or tingling in the coming days, but that’s to be expected. Either way, we’ll keep a close eye on her tonight and tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Daniel says and shakes the man’s hand.

“I’ll be back to check up on you tomorrow morning,” Doctor Fitzgerald says with a nod. “Good night.”

“Bye,” she replies with a smile before she turns to Daniel. “If you want to go home tonight, babe, that’s totally fine, you don’t have-”

“Shut up,” he tells her and gives her a kiss. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, babe.”

She rolls her eyes in response and looks at Michael for support, but he just holds up his hands, “I’m not taking sides here, sweetheart.”

“Good call,” Daniel mutters quietly but with a mischievous grin.

She throws both of them a look and shakes her head, “At least call Albert then to-”

“Already did,” Daniel says with a grin, feeling proud to have thought of such a trivial thing. “He’s there at seven tomorrow morning to feed the mob.”

“Good boy,” she says, patting his hand and sticking her tongue out at him when he pulls a face in reply.

He’s glad to see some of her feisty personality return, that no prisoners attitude he loves so much. She doesn’t put up with any of his bullshit, never has, and knows how to keep him on his toes and so in return, all he wants is to be on his best behaviour for her all of the time.

***

Michael leaves not much later, promising he’ll check up on the farm tonight after dinner and that he’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning which, not for the first time, makes Daniel count his blessings when it comes to his best friend.

Sitting in the chair, his feet propped up on the edge of her bed, he tries to remember where he put the unfinished crossword puzzle, thinking it might be something for them to do while they wait for his parents to arrive. He called them when they got to the hospital and then again after he got to see her and his mother promised they would be there at eight sharp, when the evening visiting hours start.

When he bends down, to pull the newspaper out of the duffel bag Michael brought them earlier, he feels something sharp poking into the skin of his leg and almost absentmindedly he reaches into his pocket, ready to pull out whatever’s bothering him, until his fingers close around the small jewelry box he’s been carrying around all day and his heart grows heavy again.

This was not what he had in mind for their five-year anniversary and so he’s already beating himself up for not being able to give her what she deserves, trying to figure out if he should just delay asking her, when suddenly that damned crossword puzzle crosses his mind again and he thinks he might be able to work something out. If anything it will catch her by surprise and for him, that’s enough.

He takes out the newspaper, smiling when he sees Michael has clipped a pen onto the page, and clears his throat to get her attention, “Maybe we should finish this?”

She smiles when she sees him holding up the newspaper, “I thought you hated crosswords.”

“I do,” he says with a shrug and a wink, “but you love them and I love you and so-”

“Smooth,” she comments with a grin but sits up in the bed anyway. “Ok, what have you got?”

“Alright,” he looks down, trying to find where they left off this morning. “Eighty-four across, what is the absence of sound?”

She smiles, “Silence.” A groan then, “Ugh, I still don’t understand why I couldn't figure that out this morning.”

He chooses to ignore, way too nervous about messing up the next part, “Ok-” he clears his throat, “-eighty-five across, other word for milestone, twelve letters, third letter is an ‘n’.”

“Oh Jesus,” she lets her head fall back, eyebrows knitting together. “Twelve letters?”

“Yep.”

“Anniversary,” she tells him with a confident smile.

“That works,” he agrees, scribbling down her answer, making sure it somehow fits. “Ok, seventy nine down, possessive pronoun, four letters, second one an ‘i’, fourth one an ‘e’.”

“Mine.”

“Yep.” He laughs, “I forgot how good you are, Jesus.”

“Years and years of practice,” she says with a wink. “Alright, next one.”

“Better half, typically anyway, four-”

“Wife,” she says and lets out a laugh when she sees him pull a face. “It’s true though.”

“Hmm,” he agrees half-heartedly, hoping she’s still buying his act. A quick glance at the clock tells him he still has fifteen minutes before his parents arrive. “Eh, ok, eighty-one down, circular band.”

“Circular band,” she echoes quietly. “How many letters?”

“Four.”

“Ring.”

“Yep.” He pretends to write it down again and wonders if he should take his chance on the next one, because so far she still seems clueless. Taking a deep breath he decides to go for it, “Eighty-nine across, eight letters, first letter is a ‘p’, fifth letter is an ‘o’.” He looks at her expectantly.

She giggles, “And what’s the clue, Dan?”

“Oh right, he feigns confusement, pretends to look down at the question but instead fishes the box out of his pocket and drops down on one knee. “The clue is,” he says, his mouth a little dry when he sees the shock on her face, “another word for-” he opens the box and holds out the ring to her, “-Will you marry me?”

“Dan-” she gasps, holding a hand to her mouth and tears glistening in her eyes, the beeping on the machine next to her bed picking up and a quick glance at the numbers on the screen let him know that her heart rate has gone up significantly. He prides himself in knowing that that’s his doing.

“Babe,” he smiles even though he can feel his own tears starting to build, “for the past five years you have been the only constant in my life and with you by my side there’s nothing I can’t do, nothing I can’t achieve. You have no idea the effect you have on me and I don’t think you know just how much I owe you.” He takes her hand in his when she lets out a sob, kissing the back of it before he continues, “No matter what life throws at us, my darling, as long as we’re together we are invincible and a force to be reckoned with. All good, all ways.”

“I hate you,” she whispers, crying for real now.

“I know you do,” he tells her, his voice thick with emotion, “but I would be honoured to be your husband. Will you please marry me?”

“Yes,” she whispers, a tear sliding down her cheek. “Always yes.”

- FIN

#Daniel Ricciardo x reader #Daniel Ricciardo fanfic #Harley Sunday x Daniel Ricciardo #F1 Fanfic

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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The neither route was amazing! If you ever get ideas for it pls continue because i found it really interesting. You are a great writer.

Okay! This route actually made me very happy, but unfortunately, as much as I wanted to write it, I didn't know how exactly to do it? If that makes sense?

Context is HERE- The very end of the story is the Neither route.

TW: Anxiety, mentioned nightmares, mentioned Tubbo threatening Ranboo, guilt

I would also like to say that cuddling is platonic.

Left The Game (Plat!C!Ranboo x GN!Reader x Parental!C!Philza) Headcanon/Fic (Part 3???)

Ranboo Beloved joined the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) joined the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved joined the game.

You and Ranboo tumbled out of the swirling portal and hit the ground with a hard thud, dirt and sand kicking up around you both upon impact.

Before you could comprehend what happened, a small squeal came from behind you and something slammed into your back, causing a groan to pull itself from your chest.

The monochrome male mumbled from beside you, his face practically buried in the grass which caused his words to be muffled.

His crown had rolled a few feet away, and his bags had opened as well, sending a few of his tools scattering, but everything seemed to be intact?

You slurred a mess of words before spitting out the sand that had gathered up in your mouth, attempting to tell the tall male that you were alive.

At least somewhat.

You both knew that you three had to drag yourselves into Phil's house, but the travel was so exhausting. Sleeping in the dirt sounded so tempting...

A quiet whine sounded from the weight on your back, reminding you that Michael had also come into the server with you.

When Ranboo got up, he picked the zombie piglin up from where he sat on your back, allowing you to get up.

You both, plus Michael who was resting on Ranboo's hip, began to pick up everything that had dropped out of the portal with you.

Once everything was gathered up, you three wandered through the iron doors of Philza's home and looked around curiously.

Two cats, one named Pog and one named Champ, came up to you both, chirping and meowing eagerly before pausing suddenly. They most likely expected Phil...

Michael gave a loud squealing noise at the sight of the cats and squirmed out of Ranboo's hold, running over to pet the cats.

Ranboo set off to find food in the chests, scribbling in his memory book the entire time.

You, on the other hand, dug through your bags to find materials you had brought to make three beds. One yellow, one grey and the other (f/c).

Once you placed each of them beside each other, Michael eagerly hopped into the middle one (the yellow one), while Ranboo walked over with plates of steamed carrots and baked potatoes.

"Stressed?" He mumbled softly, watching you stare down at your wrist where the tattoo of a heart with deep grooves in the center rested. The exact place the three hearts tattoos were, "I-I know, it's going to be a little different... But... Maybe it's a good different! ...Please, eat something and then get some sleep. Phil will check on us in the morning, and you know how he can get..."

With a smile, he handed you the plate and a fork before sitting on the floor at the foot of the beds with his own plate. Luckily he had given Michael a golden apple before he had gone to look for food, so the child was quietly drifting off to sleep, "Do... You really think that running was the best option?" You whispered, taking a bite of the vegetables.

"I... What else could we have done?" He frowned, setting his crown beside him before taking a bite of his own food, "We couldn't fight them... and they were definitely not going to let you go so easily. Hell... Tubbo... My own fiance was threatening to kill me because I was talking to you and caring for your burns!" He hissed, tilting his head back with his eyes pinched shut tightly, trying so hard not to cry.

You quickly walked over and moved his plate so it rested on his bed and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. The enderman hybrid eagerly returned the hug, crying into your shoulder so the fabric of your clothes soaked up his tears, "Should... I have just... Accepted their love, and maybe learn to love them back? For everyone's sake?" You whispered, your voice wavering as you tried to keep your composure.

"Absolutely not!" He yanked himself back from your shoulder to give you a glare, "That relationship would not have been healthy whether you loved either of them or not! They would've kept you locked away like a prized possession, and they would've severely hurt anyone who tried to interact with you!"

"I- I know... But..." You glanced down, but Ranboo tilted your head upwards so you were looking at him, but you still avoided eye contact so it didn't make him uncomfortable, "Your... Your relationship..."

Ranboo sighed, "I know. But, I'd rather that he showed me his true colours and I divorced him again for that, rather than him manipulating someone into loving him... and putting everyone else in danger in response. Now. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Finish eating and get some sleep."

The next morning, Philza practically slammed open the iron doors to his own house, looking a tad bit out of breath and a bit frazzled.

Once he saw you, Michael and Ranboo curled up in a small cuddle pile on the three different coloured beds, he gave a loud sigh of relief and adjusted his striped bucket hat.

Thankfully, the father of Minecraft let you three sleep for a little while before waking you and Ranboo up around noon.

First, he gave you both spare elytra's and so you could keep up with his massive black avian wings.

Ranboo's turned into massive black and purple dragon wings, while yours turned into (f/c) (f/a) wings.

Phil showed you both the end realm and his Endlantis, which he gave Ranboo special water protection potions so he could swim through the waters as well.

This man basically treated you three as if you were his own children!

Taught you how to fly.

Taught you how to cook properly.

Everything!

And basically survive with bare minimums.

Once you both got better at flying, a few months later, Philza rEAAALLY wanted to take you to the massive project he called Nether Void.

"Ready, mates?" Philza walked over and ruffled the hair on both your and Ranboo's heads with a soft smile, somehow unbothered by the blistering heat of the hellscape, "Double check your potions, armour durability and food supply."

Ranboo mostly stopped wearing his crown because it had problems staying on when he flew and because it had a lot of memories tied to it, so he didn't want it damaged. He had also stopped wearing his tux, instead, he wore plain black pants and a white ruffled poet shirt with a purple short cape that had a golden trim and gold chains, which was a gift from Philza.

You on the other hand wore something similar but with a(n) (f/c) poet shirt and a(n) (f/c) and gold cape. Your cape was also a gift from the fatherly figure as well, and so was the (f/c) infinity scarf type fabric wrapped around your shoulder over your chest that helped you carry and protect Michael as you flew, "Yep, we're ready to go, Mr. Dadza Minecraft!" You gave him a mock salute with a smile as he laughed.

Ranboo checked on Michael who was nibbling on a golden apple before he helped put the zombie piglin child into your scarf carrier, "Yeah, everyone seems safe!" He chirped softly as he adjusted his cape to spread his wings, shaking them out a bit in the heat of the lava.

"Let's go!" You cheered softly once you made sure Michael was 100% secure and wouldn't fall out somehow, "Food is stocked up and in my bag, as well as Regen and Health pots, and a first aid kit and two extra totems."

Philza gave you a proud father smile and took off first, hovering in the air for a few seconds as he waited for both of you to catch up. Thankfully, he knew very well that you both likely would never be able to catch up to his skill in flying as he had been born with massive feathered wings hundreds of years ago. You and Ranboo had never been into the air until a few months ago. Once you both caught up, he took off and soared through the burning hot nether.

Phil loved telling you both the stories of the lands. The Blaze Empress who lived in the Quartress, the foolish Ender King...

You and Ranboo always listened to his stories with such eagerness, often asking him to retell the stories when you were having a bad day or just wanted to relax.

The elder male actually greatly enjoyed having two children to raise again, even if he didn't have the best track record with sane children.

When he did leave to go to the DreamSMP, he would always promise you both that he would be safe and NEVER left without saying goodbye, even if he was angry or upset with either one of you.

He never wants his last words to someone to be filled with anger or hatred.

Somedays he would go to the SMP, you and Ranboo would not leave the house, just out of fear that he wouldn't come back, or that Tubbo and Tommy would come out instead of Phil.

Both you and Ranboo were plagued by nightmares very often for the first few weeks and woke up in tears in the middle of the night.

As old as Phil was, he had absolutely no problems comforting either of you in the middle of the night, same with Ranboo.

"Here mates..." He whispered softly as he handed you a hot beverage and gave Ranboo a grass block, "You're safe here... I promise. I would have to allow either of them into the server, and that would never happen... Especially now that I know what kind of people my sons are..."

You sighed and put your hand on Ranboo's back as he sobbed into your shoulder, using the fabric of his shirt to dry his tears before they burned his skin, "I know... I know... There's just the overwhelming fear that suddenly I'll wake up and I'll be back in the SMP and-and..." You decided not to finish your sentence, nuzzling into Ranboo's hair to try and keep yourself calm.

"Last I checked... Techno scared them off from the Tundra... But I haven't been in Snowchester or near the Embassy enough to know what Tubbo and Tommy are doing. But Ghostbur said that Tubbo has gone absolutely nuts... And Sam had to steal the nukes so Tubbo wouldn't destroy anything else... He also said Tommy on the other hand hasn't done anything except visit Dream in prison constantly."

Ranboo gave a shaky sigh and glanced over at Michael, most likely extremely happy that he brought his child along so he didn't have to deal with a psychotic Tubbo... Hell, he didn't know what would've happened to his kid if he did leave him. The thought caused him to give a small sob and hide his face again, holding onto you tighter and practically pulling your smaller form into his lap, trying to silently promise you safety and using you to remind him that he wasn't alone.

"We... we can't thank you enough, Phil... Really... You taught us so many life skills, kept us safe and promised us a safe haven... Allowed us to your private server..." You whispered, before feeling the warm cup being taken from your hand before a hand replaced it.

"Honestly... It's the least I can do to protect you both... You two have become two children to me, and, while I haven't been able to raise you from children like Techno, Wil and Tommy..." He didn't continue his sentence, struggling to form sentences, but both you and Ranboo understood and were quick to yank him into your little cuddle pile/hug, the two of you eagerly hugging him.

"Thank you... Dadza..."

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yanderedbdimagines · 3 years

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Fem survivor hiding in a locker, and Nightmare, Oni and the Shape can’t get in. I once had a bug a long while ago where the killers couldn’t search a locker. Got patched very quickly of course. I’d like to ask short scenarios about it where the Entity protects her for some reason after the killers saw the opportunity to try and kidnap their beloved for themselves. :P Perhaps to spite/punish the killers? Go wild, and thank you!

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Sure thing! And no thanks required at all! 😊 I personally would have laughed my butt off if that ever happened to me, whether killer or survivor. They only game breaking bug I ever had was being stuck on something in Haddonfield(can’t remember what). The killer couldn’t get to me either, and I had to disconnect after I had tried everything I could think of at the time, not wanting to ruin the game for the others. Good times…

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The Nightmare

You curse from underneath your gasping breath as a low chuckle reaches your ears, your heart hammering violently against your ribcage as you try to flatten yourself against the backwall of the locker.

He’s seen you get in here, and now you’re about to pay the price if you don’t time the trick Jane has taught you well enough. After all, the others have already been sacrificed, so no one could save you or distract him from the difficult situation you currently find yourself in.

You take a deep, shivery breath and ready yourself just as the killer’s footsteps reach close before trying to slam the doors open as quickly and as powerfully as you can, only for them not to budge in the slightest…

Freddy has heard the distinct thuds of your hands smashing against the wood just as he pulls against the handle, only to have a similar outcome roll out for him too, the sniggering quickly fading into a displeased grunt.

It’s silent for a second…

As you eventually were busy trying to think of another plan when the doors do open, as busy as the Nightmare was trying to pick the lock with a clawed finger. Metal scraping, screeching and ticking against metal brings you on your nerves as you stare at the lock, but you nearly jump out of your skin as the killer suddenly speaks to you with a tone of voice which nearly leaves you shaking in your boots.

“Please doll. It’s rude to stay in there and keep little ol’ Freddy out here waiting.~ Do come out and I’ll promise I’ll be on my best behavior.~”

You hear how he stops rummaging with the lock, listening to the knives running over the chipped paint instead before they tick against the metallic bars making up the outer skeleton of the red locker.

Of course, you’re not convinced.

But you’re not going to tell him that and decide to remain absolutely silent instead, hoping that he’d leave or disappear by some miraculous wonder.

If only it were that easy…

“Come now sweet cheeks.~ Don’t play coy with me. I know you’re still in there and if you don’t open up now I might do something the both of us will regret later. You don’t want that to happen, now do you?”

You think about it for a second before drawing a conclusion. You’re about to voice that out loud before the ground suddenly gives out from underneath you.

You yelp loudly as you find yourself falling into darkness, an angry yell from the Nightmare being heard from above soon after.

And before you could fully comprehend on what was going on, you found yourself face to face with concerned survivors who found you splayed out besides the main camp’s ever familiar stack of burning wood…

The Oni

A cold sweat overtakes your senses as you make yourself as small as you possibly could in the corner of the cramped locker and with wide eyes glued on the wooden doors, unblinking.

You don’t know where the other remaining survivor is. They might have escaped, but they also could have been killed or sacrificed at this point. Either way, you’re in heaps of trouble as you feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps marching briskly into your direction.

The locker budges as the Oni tries to tear the door open with his open hand, only to find it to be locked. It surprises the both of you…

Your heart is beating within your throat at this point as you remain to watch the doors like a hawk, not believing what’s happening right now before your thoughts flash over to the Entity, wondering what its intentions with you are.

Anyhow, you try to think of a plan to escape the Oni in case he does somehow manage to tear open the doors, your fingers brushing over the firecrackers that are bundled up in your pants left pocket. The ones you’ve found and picked up somewhere within the trial.

The said killer, on the other hand, is breathing even heavier than before as you hear his katana evaporate within the air as wisps of black smoke and embers before a large shadow peers through the rosters.

You choke on your breath as the Oni tries to pull open the doors through the help of his monstrous strength in addition to his full weight, the locker screeching and groaning in protest. Your attention is partly diverted as a familiar black mist suddenly coats the bottom of the locker before wrapping you into its cold embrace.

He keeps hanging on whilst shaking violently against the handles, a dark growl shivering the very air.

All you could do was to protect your ears from the loudness of his actions, fear gripping your heart at every clamorous sound and movement.

Yet, you can’t help but to pitch a gasp and a sob as a loud roar now pierces the surrounding area before something huge and bulky is being slammed against the locker’s entirety, feeling the indirect impact of it ripple throughout your frozen body. It is his Kanabo that he’s using out of frustration...

He’s pelting the locker with a barrage of strikes now, the screaming getting louder and louder with each powerful hit.

You close your eyes and shiver violently, scared that the Oni’s about to smash the locker wide open with you still in it.

However, a deafening silence soon overtook you, a heat now washing over your body and an orange light flickering from behind your closed eyelids.

You slowly open them, only to nearly jump up in joy as you come to stare at the flames which could only belong to one particular campfire…

The Shape

Your body is tormented by sweat and your lungs are burning like crazy as you rush straight into the dungeon’s nearest locker as a suicidal attempt to rid yourself from the man in the mask who’s hot on your trail.

The killer deliberately cornered you into the basement by cutting you off at a spot where you’d least expected him to be. And from there, you pretty much ran on raw panic and unadulterated fear as common sense was long since thrown out of the window as derived by your current course of action.

You’re breathing heavily as an all too familiar mask flashes through the splits of the roster, and close your eyes with a silent prayer falling from your lips and with your hands bawling the hem of your shirt into a tight bundle.

But… Nothing happens as you gradually open your eyes back up to the darkness of the world.

Your gaze is now set on the mask that has tilted to the side, seemingly in confusion. You quickly connected the dots afterwards, understanding that the locker’s suddenly been locked by the Entity for some reason just after you have ran into it.

You then hear his knife thwacking against the paint chipped wood before being recoiled by the effects of the impact.

Did he just try to stab the locker?

You feel your blood run cold as your hands start to tremble, realization kicking in…

In panic, you quickly hunch down, not wanting to be pierced by the sharp blade if it does manage to thrust its way through one of the doors like some sort of a magician’s sword and possibly ending your life that way as nasty consequence.

Another thwack follows, and then another.

Like a mindless animal stuck in a looped pattern, the Shape keeps on stabbing his favored kitchen knife against the locker over and over again, not even a single huff or growl of frustration being heard. He’s surprisingly silent, in fact, as he’s trying to cut his way into your awkward confinement…

Only short moments of complete silence are woven in between. Perhaps within those moments, he’s checking if the locker’s been unlocked due to his strange efforts.

You move your body into a sitting position, your hands now holding a flashlight as you closely keep your attention on both doors.

Your eyes quickly got diverted, however, as something cold creeps up your legs.

Michael freezes and his head dips the moment he feels something swirl past his ankles, now witnessing how black heavy smoke escapes through the cracks at the bottom of the locker.

He tilts his head yet again before his free hand reaches for the handle, managing to open the door normally this time, only to learn that you’ve disappeared into thin air…

His fingers twitch against the wooden hilt of his weapon…

#dbd #dead by daylight #reader #insert #kazan yamaoka #oni #michael myers #shape #freddy krueger #nightmare #yandere #dbd x reader

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saw first time viewing livewatch thoughts

* adam is so transgender <3

* oh so the quality of my ill eagle copy isn’t that bad it’s just that the lights were off lol

* his name is lawrence gordon. he’s a DOCTOR

* mr elwes sir please stop mumbling my autistic ears cannot hear your

* MR FAULKNER STANHEIGHT IS A WHOWERE. WHY DID YOU SHOW HIM YOUR TIT

* aha lawrence is t posing :)

* adam. my widdle boy

* lawrence telling him to take his shirt off 👀

* GSMSHSKWYKSBSKSUWLHD JOHN IS SUCH A BITCH

* I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE FANDOM CALLS ADAM PATHETIC BUT GOD

* john mulaney hmm gross!.jpeg

* okay but i WOULD have checked under the toilet lid first. the things you’ll do for an older man 😔

* these two are so bad at playing catch. the kids who didn’t run the mile representation

* if i could see cary elwes’ eyebrows better i’d find him s*xier

* JOHN KRAMER I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF. I HATE THIS MAN I CANNOT STAND THIS MAN

* so the editing really IS like that huh

* yes he IS a murderer you stupid son of a bitch. there is no “technically” about it you fucking idiot

* we’ve got two bitches from lost my beloved :)

* THAT’S THE PRESIDENT FROM THE BLACKLIST TOO

* all of sing’s clothes are too big for him. small man :)

* MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY

* PLEASE GOD I LOVE HER I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH I’LL CRY

* i knew that the editing was like THAT but not that MUCH ya know goddamn

* oh a giallo style shot. lov that <3

* MISS SHAWNEE SMITH DESERVES EVERY AWARD ACTUALLY

* motherfucker on his liddol tricycle

* i would piss on that fucking puppet

* futurama they must learn our peaceful ways by force.jpeg

* that’s just john’s vibe

* i wonder how much of saw inspired the batman arkham games thinking emoji

* how am i only half an hour way through

* tbh i want this kid’s duvet not kidding

* girl you in DANGER

* and i want that big snake :)

* HE’S NOT PLAYING THIS LITTLE PIGGY. NOT IN A MOVIE WHEREIN PEOPLE DON PIG MASKS BC THEIR REPRESENT REBIRTH AND PEOPLE ARE CONTINUOUSLY CUTTING THEIR FEET OFF. MR WHANNEL I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU

* “she’s beautiful” he’s taking about the dog BSBNSYSLAYSLSBLSU

* “where’s the. uh lucky wife” and you mean to tell me that adam isn’t a homosexual when he looks at lawrence like that while saying this line

* “i’m always missing from the photos” oh sir i’ve been on saw tumblr just you wait for the dramatic irony to hit just you WAIT

* oh god i though jigsaw wrote a slur in there good GOD

* very billy from black christmas vibes, harold finch from person of interest :)

* excuse me mr tapp but who’s amy and why do you have her starbucks order

* OOOOOOOHHHH FUNKY TRANSITION

* james wan you are such a KING

* “who said anything about a warrant?” sir that’s illegal

* sir that’s breaking and entering

* sir that’s a LOT of paperwork that you won’t be able to complete bc you’ll be dead soon but STILL

* did jigsaw plan on lawrence wearing blue or was that a funny coincidence lol

* john’s wearing his bathrobe

* HIS ASSASSINS CREED BATHROBE HOLY SHIT

* ooh slidey door. wonder if there’ll be more of those later on teehee hoo hoo

* somebody show tapp the “that’s not your depression bed; that’s your nest omega” tiktok and see if that does anything

* “what do you want me to do? i’m on a leash” DOGBOY ADAM DOGBOY ADAM DOGBOY ADAM

* “you wanna put something in this room in your mouth?” “YES!!!!!!” are these lines from fanfiction verbatim

* adam you’re so fuckin stupid why would you spy on a man but keep the flash of your camera on

* OOOOOOOOOOH IT’S THE CINEMATIC PIG CARPARK SCENE

* “whatEVER” “i’m dealing with a juvenile.....” this is what happens when you have a sugar baby lawrence

* INFAMOUS ADAM GENDER SMOKING FAKE DEATH BREAKDANCE SCENE LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

* little dogboy twink photographers have me in a perpetual chokehold they really do

* i mean he’ll waste a lot of film but. okay i guess this is a horror movie after all gsmshsksynbsmahsp

* BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR GAY LITTLE PUPPET WITH MY BAT

* oh adam really is serving jonathan byers teas with the baseball bat and the camera as weapons. fuck

* cary elwes posh little accent coming THROUGH

* adam doesn’t make sense as cis man. he just doesn’t look at that man he’s so transgender

* ok but lawrence’s “mistress” is GORGEOUS actually omg

* i’m still gonna say that he’s gay tho. u can’t take that away form me lol

* adam’s wrists are so LIMP holy shit

* lawrence gordon classist moments

* mr elwes please control your accent sir i’m struggling not to laugh

* ok ally’s a girlboss then !

* michael emerson my beloved. when you try to be evil you have all the menace of a disgruntled bunny rabbit

* “lawrence get up! i need you!” now when you fuckers told me these two were gay you didn’t say THIS gay

* at least ally and diana are ok :)

* ok my headcanon is that lawrence is originally from england but was moved to america as a kid bc i need in contextual reasons for all of the accent slips that i can’t take seriously

* ADAM GIRLBOSS MOMENT

* “don’t worry i’ll bring someone back i promise” YOU LYING TRICK ASS MOTHERFUCKER I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF /j /affectionate

* at least john’s got that ARCH

* IT’S THE SCENE IT’S THE SCENE

* god that movie fucked. that movies fucked SO hard good god no wonder gay people love it

* ok i think that ill league gull copy broke my laptop lol

#BRO I’M SWEATING THAT WAS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT YEA #gonna try to fix my laptop now lol <33 #saw #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #john kramer #amanda young #zep hindle #david tapp #steven sing #alison gordon #diana gordon #chainshipping #mine #long post #ns/fw #i haven’t gif a clue what half of this says but <3 #*got i haven’t GOT a clue #if you got this far. i am high-fiving you and interlocking our fingers <3

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michaelgovehateblog · 3 years

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Piggy in the Middle

Queen Elizabeth x Michael Gove, Michael Gove x Matt Hancock, 1500 words

“Michael Gove and Sarah Vine to divorce.” She knew it was bad, but Elizabeth’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when she saw the headlines. She had spent years forcing herself to ignore how she really felt about Michael and pretending the flirty looks and comments they shared were meaningless or all in her head; after all, they were both married, and publicly at that, especially in the case of her and Philip. And it’s not that she didn’t love Philip, because she of course did, but there was something about Gove and his pig-like face that just drew her in. And now she was rid of Philip, and Michael and Sarah were splitting up – maybe there was a chance for them.

Not that they would be able to go public with it if anything even did happen between them. As far as the country knew, Elizabeth was still mourning Philip, just putting on a brave face and soldiering on without him. The public probably wouldn’t be able to deal with her moving on so soon. She sighed – her life as a parasite was so difficult.

Elizabeth was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn’t hear the knock at her door, and subsequent voice.

“Your Majesty? It’s 12, we’re scheduled to leave now.”

“Of course, I’m coming now.” She responded, and stood up to leave, making sure to glance in the mirror to check she still looked presentable. Everything was still pristine: icy white grey hairs all perfectly in place and nude lipstick completely un-smudged. She was wearing a long royal blue (her signature colour) coat with large buttons of a slightly softer blue colour, all of which were done up. This was worn over a classy floral-patterned dress, which wasn’t visible under the jacket. Perched on top of her head was an elaborate hat made from material the exact same colour as the coat and adorned with white and blue flowers. The shoes she wore were a standard pair of elegant black heels and the look was finished off with a pair of black gloves.

Satisfied the outfit was perfectly uncreased as always, Elizabeth left the room to head to the whatever event it was this time, she didn’t really care. Mostly she just showed up at these things for a bit of good PR and so people would continue believe she works hard and really cares about the common people (Which she didn’t obviously. Why would she.) Although, she was certain that someone had told her that this event would have many politicians also in attendance, so she was hopeful that she might encounter a certain cabinet member.

As per usual, Elizabeth was finding the event mind-numbingly boring, just endless shaking hands with forgettable people she was supposed to pretend to be interested in. But then she spotted him. And at the same moment she saw him, Michael glanced in her direction and they were making direct eye contact. She gave him a shy smile, which he returned as he started walking towards her, not breaking eye contact.

“Your Majesty,” said Michael, extending his arm to shake hands, “How are you today?” They shook hands, Michael noticing how dry and wrinkly Elizabeth’s felt, and her in turn mentally noting the bizarre clamminess of his, both of which only increased each person’s attraction to the other.

“I’m doing wonderfully,” she responded, “And thoroughly enjoying this lovely event.” she made sure to add, aware of how many people were probably in earshot. “But what about yourself? I heard the news. It must be a difficult time for you.”

Michael’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing this; he couldn’t believe that the Queen actually cared enough about him to pay attention to the news about him and his (soon to be ex) wife. He had always felt there was some kind of connection between the two of them but told himself he was imagining it – what other option did he have. But unusually for his cowardly personality, he got a sudden burst of confidence, and was shocked to hear himself talking.

“Ma’am, I think I need to step outside to get some fresh air. Would you be interested in joining me for a walk?” He hadn’t had confidence to do anything like that since his coked-up days of 20 years ago. Well, he always said 20 years ago, but those close to him, such as Matt Hancock, knew he was prone to enjoy a smidge of the substance of an evening.

“Yes, I would enjoy that a lot.” replied Elizabeth, much to Michael’s delight. He offered out his elbow, purely out of politeness, of course, which she accepted, outwardly calmly but very eagerly inside. A walk outside would probably mean time properly alone, where other people couldn’t hear them, something they had probably never had before.

They continued small talk for a while, about the event and such, until they were far enough away from the general crowds for more intimate conversation.

"How have you been coping, Ma'am, without the Prince? Such an unexpected shame, his untimely demise like that. It was truly a shock to all of us."

Right, 'untimely'. Elizabeth often forgot that Philip's death was supposed to be something entirely unexpected for her, not something she knew would happen down to the exact time and place.

"Missing him, of course, but life has to go on. And it's strange to remember that I am single again, after all these years. That's not been the case since I was 13 and Philip was an adult."

"Yes, it's the same for me, minus the questionable age difference. I’ve been married to Sarah for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to meet other people - and be with other people...” at these words the two made eye contact, neither knowing what to say aloud but having an entire unspoken conversation.

“Mr Gove… Or Michael, may I call you Michael? Would you be interested in visiting the Palace for dinner sometime soon? I could give you a personal tour of the grounds.”

“Yes, Ma’am, of course you can call me Michael,” Almost unthinkingly, the pair faced each other and reached for each other's hands. “And I would be honoured to visit the palace, Ma’am.”

Elizabeth let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding, “Please, no need to bother with the formalities, at least not whilst nobody else is listening. Call me Elizabeth. Now, we should probably head back inside to the event, we’ve been out here a while, people will be missing me. They basically worship me. But I’ll get someone to contact you about your visit to the palace - I’d do it myself, only that sort of thing is far beneath me.” A smile spread over Michael’s pig-mannequin hybrid face as they made their way back inside.

What they hadn’t realised during their encounter, was that it wasn’t as private as they had thought; in fact another politician had been lurking and watching the entire scene.And he wasn’t happy about what he saw. As soon as Elizabeth and Michael walked off in separate directions, Matt Hancock quickly grabbed Gove by the arm and dragged him into a quiet corridor.

“Hancock.”

“Gove. I saw you outside just now, heard you talking with a certain monarch. The two of you seemed quite friendly.”

“Oh. Right. I hadn’t thought anyone else had been outside. You won’t - you won’t tell anyone what you saw or heard, will you?”

“I won’t. But only because it’s you, if it had been anybody else, I would be telling the sun immediately. The queen’s new love interest, I couldn’t hope for anything better to get the tabloids off my back. But because it’s you - I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

“Matt, what do you mean? Why are you making an exception for me?”

“Govey, as if you don’t know. You must have realised how I feel about you.” Hancock stepped closer to Gove and in his mind’s eye, imagined the Sims social interactions menu, and pictured selecting ‘kiss’. (It was from looking at the characters in the game, after all, that he learnt to kiss in the first place. The mindset and techniques stuck with him.) To his delight, he felt Michael kissing him back. Matt deepened the kiss and their tongues battled for dominance. Suddenly, Michael pulled away and stared, speechless, at Matt.

After about half a minute unable to muster any coherent thoughts (not even coherent by conservative standards) Gove turned away and briskly walked to an empty room, where he could sit alone and process all of what just happened. Not only was he certain now that Elizabeth felt the same spark that he did, but Hancock, whom he had secretly had a low-level affection for for many years, had just snogged him out of jealousy? He didn’t expect to be wrapped up in a love triangle the very day his divorce was announced, and yet it seemed that was what was happening. His years of being an incompetent and sleazy politician had clearly earned him some admirers.

If you made it to the end, I'm only partly sorry for what you just read. I would be willing to write a second chapter if for some godforsaken reason somebody actually would want to read one. This took me far too long to write for something that is honestly not that many words but I feel like it's understandable, given the subject matter. k bye

#i dont know if the title is actually funny but i found it funny #because of gove being a pig #also does anybody happen to have an ao3 invite they would be willing to share cos i kind of want to post this there but i dont have an acc #i have not proof read this at all so it might be complete nonsense lmao #anyway here is the promised fanfic please enjoy #uk politics #i will be reblogging this at some point because i put far too much effort into this #michael gove #matt hancock

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sinslasherfics · 3 years

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Slashers with a sibling!reader trying to sneak out (part 1 of 2)

fell in love dearly w this request... had fun writing it 😆 it’s a little different from my other works but i love it nonetheless! hope you all enjoy it as much i do! i’ll be doing more slashers in part 2!

requested by @marceline1212

MICHAEL MYERS

i have a feeling Michael would most definitely be overprotective of a younger sibling. rz mikey, at least. it could get overwhelming. which is why here you were, trying to sneak past his vigilance to meet up with a few friends. sure, you could’ve asked him, but it would have been a flat out no anyway.

maybe...wait until he’s asleep? he’s a pretty heavy sleeper... you thought to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you attempted to form a flawless plan. hope of sneaking past him as he slept was thrown out the window when you peeked your head out from your room to hear him shuffling around downstairs. you groaned, realizing you had to find some other way to get out. you had promised to meet your friends at a certain time and Michael would not be asleep by then. sighing you turned to your window.

ah ha! the window! you grinned to yourself, feeling early success run through your body. picking up a few essentials, you opened the window as quietly as you could, wincing as the cool air of the night rushed in with a quite noisy whoosh. you could only pray Michael hadn’t heard it. you threw your legs out of the window, looking down to see just how far up to were, eyes widening at just how far the ground was from your feet. “oh, whatever.” you hissed out, and pushed yourself out of the window with a grunt.

it proved to be a huge struggle, though, as you tried your hardest not to fall. you wouldn’t be too injured if you did but it would alert your older brother which was the last thing you desired. you stepped carefully, palms sweating to your disadvantage. you could have yelled in victory once you were about a foot from the ground, but settled on cheering in your mind instead. you threw yourself down with a soft thud, not loud enough for Michael to hear. or, so you thought.

for as you stood, brushing yourself off, you took a glance at the window you had landed nearby to find your brother staring at you through it, unimpressed. ‘get back inside. now.’ his eyes spoke for themselves, and with a whine, you stomped towards the front door; Michael following to open it for you.

SINCLAIR BROTHERS (VINCENT SINCLAIR, BO SINCLAIR, LESTER SINCLAIR)

sneaking out? with three way overprotective brothers constantly watching over you? near damn impossible. there was no way in hell they’d let you, but it’s worth a shot is it not? it was getting dark out, night settling over the small town of ambrose. your friends were going to hang out at a diner nearby, and you were so sure that your brothers would have approved.

unfortunately, you only got the okay from Lester. It was 2 against 1, so going by the majority, it was a no. “what, do ya think your grown? hell no.” you rolled your eyes at Bo, huffing “Yes, I do think I’m grown. I should be allowed to get of this town, Lester does it all the damn time!” Bo’s eyes narrowed at you. “Watch your tone with me.” It was evident that Bo could not and would not be swayed, so you put on your best puppy dog eyes as you turned to Vincent.

“Please, Vince! I’ll get back on time, honest. and you know I don’t go around looking for trouble, it’s just a quick little hangout!” your brother silently shook his head, much to your dismay. That was the last conversation you’d had with your brothers today before you stormed to your room, making sure to slam the door shut. now, here you were, plotting the perfect sneak out plan. you knew all of your brothers’ current whereabouts. Vincent was likely working on something per usual, Bo was probably at the shed getting stuff done, and you’d heard that Lester hit the road once more.

you grinned to yourself, confident with your plan and sure things would run smoothly. throwing a pair of shoes on, you hastily opened up your bedroom window, jumping down to the ground as you weren’t too high up. got past vincent, now to sneak past Bo.you thought to yourself, biting on your lower lip. sure enough, he was in the shed where you’d expected him to be. from the looks of it, he was too caught up in trying to get some old thing to work.

“fate seems to be on my side.” you hummed lowly to yourself before your eyebrows furrowed. “in fact, fate’s being a little too nice to me.” your next steps were cautious, tip toeing as if the ground beneath you would shatter if you walked too noisily. you were right, however, of fate being too nice, for as you placed your foot down it made a rather loud noise and alerted Jonesy. you silently cursed to yourself as she growled, moving towards her to shush her. “hey! Jonesy girl, it’s just me, just y/n! listen, i need ya to hush can you do that for me?” she stared at you for a second, allowing you to pet her face. that was before she let out a loud bark, alerting bo as he quickly dropped whatever he was doing to check what had disturbed the sleeping dog. you weren’t quick enough to get away, as you found yourself standing like a deer in headlights as bo shined his flashlight on you. “now what the hell are ya doin’ out here?” he was clearly pissed, his jaw clenched and his grip on the flashlight tightening. well, plan A failed. what was plan B again? ah right. book it.

you broke into a sprint, running past both jonesy and bo. Both were in hot pursuit of you, jonesy thinking it was a fun game and Bo cursing under his breath at you. so close, so close to freedom! you thought to yourself, relief flooding through you. A hand reaching out to grip the back of your shirt stopped you, and you could have sucker punched the person in the face. so close...so...close. you were sure bo was way behind you. glancing up to your captor, you met Lester’s gaze; one of his brows raised in amusement. when the hell did he get back? you didn’t focus on that too long, though, because all you were worried about right now was Bo stalking up to you menacingly, Vincent right behind him.

BILLY LOOMIS

you were kinda hoping you could sneak right past him, since he was preoccupied making plans with his girlfriend, sidney. you’d almost gotten away with it, managing to make it from your room to the front door, when Billy stepped out from his own room raising an eyebrow at you. “where are you going?” he questioned, eyes narrowing at you. “out with friends. we’re just gonna hang out at a nearby diner.” you responded, smiling nervously. “with permission from who?”

your eyes rolled at his question. “didn’t think I needed permission when you go just about anywhere at anytime without any.” he only gave you a smirk. “well, that’s because i’m way older than you.” “a year older.” you deadpanned, nonetheless walking away from the front door to plop down onto the living room couch. you watched as he walked past you, making his way to his room. “and I heard you making plans with sid. how is it fair at all that you get to go out and i don’t? it’s not even that late out.” a sigh escaped him, one heard from where you sat at.

“it’s 10 pm. and didn’t i tell you why already?” you glared in his direction. “that’s not a valid reason!” your words came out hissed, evoking a laugh from billy before you heard his bedroom door shut close. ‘fine then. i’ll just find another way out.’ and that’s how you found yourself staring out of your 2-story bedroom window, contemplating what you were about to do.

“if billy can climb in and out of windows so can i!” you encouraged yourself, stepping out of the window and onto the roof tiles, carefully moving along as to not fall. every step you took, however, was way too noisy and you were sure Billy would hear it if you kept going. With a huff, you lowered yourself as far down onto the ground as you could before letting go off the roof and landing softly on the floor. your arms shot up in victory as you stood, having a mini celebration in your yard with a grin on your face.

the sound of the front door knob being twisted caused your heart to fall, and you barely had any time to hide before billy emerged from the house; dressed up to go to sidney’s house you assumed. his eyes widened in shock when they landed on you. “how the hell did you get out here?” his gaze went from you to the window you left open in your room. “seriously?” he laughed at the pout on your face and the obvious struggle you went through. “get back inside, y/n”

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Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2

Jason Voorhees

When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.

You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.

In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.

From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.

Michael Myers

Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.

Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.

The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.

"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"

Carrie White

Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.

The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.

The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.

Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.

Jennifer Check

The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.

As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.

You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.

Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.

Billy Loomis

You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.

"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.

Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.

Thomas Hewitt

It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.

You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.

Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."

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~Author's Note~

Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!

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