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vroomvroomcircuit · 2 months

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Early Risers vs. Night Owls

(A/N): Special thank yous to @foreveralbon and @disneyprincemuke for helping me choose which drivers are morning people and which are more of night owls.

Summary: Some people are night owls, others are morning people. But there is another sort that some drivers learn to fear: Morning Monsters (it's the reader)

Pairings: (All platonic) daniel ricciardo x driver!reader, charles leclerc x driver!reader, carlos sainz x driver!reader, oscar piastry x driver!reader (max and lando get a guest starring)

Word count: 1.2k

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It’s difficult, being a night person in a day people’s world. It really is. Especially when you are around morning loving human beings.

“Oh, don’t you look happy?” Carlos comments, when (Y/N) steps into the breakfast room. Coincidentally, several teams are accommodated in the same hotel during this race weekend.

As she lets herself fall in a seat at his table, the young female whispers an annoyed “Don’t”. “I wasn’t saying anything mean?” He genuinely questions. Is his English failing him again?

“Please, just stop talking. It’s only the ass crack of dawn, how can someone be so chatty?” (Y/N) puts her head onto the table, effectively stopping any further conversation with the Spaniard. He looks a little bit lost into his fruit bowl, not sure how to handle this situation adequately.

“Top of the morning, my sunshines,” a smiling Daniel Ricciardo strolls into the room. The happiness radiating from him reaches (Y/N) even through her closed eyes.

Just as Daniel arrives at their table, she gets up with the most sluggish motions a sober person can muster. “Coffee” is the only thing mumbled, answering to the confused looks around her.

Shortly after, she sits down again with a cup in her hands, not even bothering to try to follow the chatting between Daniel and Carlos. (Y/N) just stares into space, wondering where she went wrong in her life to have to sit in between two morning people. Surely, this is a punishment of some kind.

“Ok, what is up with you? You look like you are about to murder everyone in this room if someone just dares to breathe in the wrong direction,” Daniel observes. (Y/N) takes another sip from her coffee. “Because it’s true.”

Carlos can’t wrap his head around it. “But what happened to the sunshine-in-person-(Y/N)?” “How am I supposed to be a sunshine, when I’m barely a person at this moment?” Well, that is not a lie. She does look pretty rough. Not everyone can wake up and look perfect like Florence Pugh. Some people have to look more like Merida herself in the mornings.

“Why are you talking to this woman during the early hours?” Charles, who just entered the breakfast hall, fears for their lives. “Because this is what people do? They talk when they sit together?” Daniel is confused. What is so bad about making conversations?

Charles steps closer to their table and (Y/N) immediately latches onto him, burying her face into his stomach.

“Don’t you value your life? A tired (Y/N) in the morning needs quiet and some hugs.” The young woman mumbles something, making the Monegasque laugh. “Yes, and coffee. This is the recipe to get the sunshine person you know and love.”

Confused, the other two drivers blink. Did they miss the manual that came with the rookie?

“And you know all of this, because?” Carlos asks the question that popped up in both their heads. “Because (Y/N) and Arthur were together in F2 and he had been ‘chewed out by her like a pack of gum by a class of elementary schoolers’, his words, not mine. She is not all bark and no bite, isn’t that right?” (Y/N) nods, her head still buried into his front.

“Do you want to catch a ride to the paddock with me? I plan on leaving in five minutes.” (Y/N) nods again and quickly gathers her things before waving the other drivers goodbye.

The ride is filled with silence, Charles even leaves the radio turned off. This lets the female drive in and out of a state of half-asleep until they arrive at their destination. At the same time a certain papaya wearing aussie his own car not far away from Charles’ Ferrari.

“Oh, is it still too early?” He asks her with a small smile. Just like Arthur, Oscar is aware how much of a night owl (Y/N) is, having witnessed her outbursts first hand several times during his own career in F2.

The driver nods as she throws herself into his embrace. A tired (Y/N) turns into the most cuddly person. “Let’s get you a cup of coffee, can’t have you go around screaming at people. You will scare everyone off.”

Oscar is pretty much the only smiling person she tolerates in the morning. Whenever another human being dares just grinning in her direction during her own waking up phase, she is ready to jump their throats. But Oscar is different. He doesn't do it out of mocking or pitiness. He is genuinely happy and wants to show and share it. Also, he radiates a nice calm aura, which is the complete opposite to what she experiences during the days of a race weekend.

When Carlos passes (Y/N) by later, he walks up to her with caution, keeping his teammates' warning in mind, “Hey Carlos, have you heard the rumors about the newest Taylor Swift album? Do you think it will feature a song about Nando?”

The woman in front of him has nothing in common with the one he interacted with just an hour ago. She somehow even looks completely different from her. It’s the kind of freshness that doesn’t come with a shower.

“Uhm, no I did not. Are you ok? You seemed… a bit out of it this morning.” There is a hesitation in his voice, not wanting to accidentally offset her.

But (Y/N) just laughs it off. “Oh yeah, that. I’m sorry for being a grump back there. Just like Charlie said, I’m absolutely not a morning person. During the first hour of being awake I’m an absolute monster. Just, don’t talk to me or only when it’s absolutely necessary during that time. I apologize for my behavior, it wasn’t nice. Today was particularly bad, because I do my best work at night and I have been pouring over some data until 2 am. I’ll try to give you a warning next time!”

With that she is off, looking for her partner in crime aka her teammate to start some kind of mischief with the social media team.

Carlos is just flabbergasted. The duality of some people and how a small cup of caffeine can bring that out of them is astonishing.

Just remember to never fuck with night owls during the early hours of the morning.

Bonus Scene

During a free week some drivers set a date to play a private paddle tournament together in Monaco. Daniel enters the court with a big smile. After all, it is a fresh, sunny morning. This day is a promise of having a good time with his friends and colleagues, playing their favorite game and having lunch plans together.

What sets the Australian off are the three frowning faces, sitting on a bench nursing each a can of Red Bull solemnly. “What happened to you?”

Max answers his question first with a grumpy voice. “I had to leave my cats cuddled up in my bed alone.” “My alarm woke me up while the first number on the clock was still a single digit.” Landoo sounds about as tired as (Y/N) next to him looks like.

“Life”, Daniel answers for the young woman already, who just nods and pulls the strings of her hood closed, hindering someone else to make more conversations with her until the caffeine has kicked in.

Desperate times call for desperate measures after all.

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muertawrites · 2 years

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I Know What Those Stains Are (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: i feel like robin’s face explains it all, really

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: PG-13 references to s*x and dr*gs, Robin being the best worst friend (ilhsm), pure shenanigans, harsh language in the author’s note bc i’m a motherfucking lady and you bitches can’t do shit about it

Author’s Note: this ended up longer than i thought it would but it was worth it tbh. i stg dissociating with eddie munson-colored glasses on is the only thing keeping me sane right now. i’m so fucking depressed. pray for me to finish my masters dissertation and immediately fuck right out of the shithole i’m stuck in to the life i fucking deserve ✌🏻

"Eddie has these... weird stains on his sheets."

Robin stares at you pointedly from the other side of your kitchen island, her lips curled into a tiny, knowing smirk.

Damn her and her privileged security clearance.

Being best friends ("We're soulmates," Robin always insists) means you have a pact - top secret information is kept closely between you, nothing held back or excluded. She'd come out to you before she even came out to her parents because she knew you wouldn't be weird about it. Your relationship is one of pure, unadulterated, platonic adoration, which means everything is safe.

And is exactly why she's pried about your "friendship" (as she refers to it, always with air quotes) with Eddie Munson since the two of you started hanging out a little over a year ago. He fixed your car at a steep discount when it needed emergency service; when you ran into him at one of his shows the following week, you bought him a drink to thank him, and the rest is history.

"I've never been in his room so I wouldn't know," you lie.

Robin laughs.

"You call me from his place once a week," she retorts. "It's a suspicious amount of time to spend with the local pot dealer for someone who freaks out with even the slightest contact high."

"I told you, he's just nice," you groan. "What's so bad about me hanging out with a nice guy? You've seen the guys I usually get caught up with, and you have to admit, Eddie's a huge improvement."

Robin snaps her attention back to you, eyes wide and smile wider as she freezes over the popcorn she's watching on the stove.

"So you admit it," she says. "He's... a guy... and he’s... huge..."

She waggles her eyebrows. You grab a marshmallow from the open pack on the counter and lob it at her, smacking her right between the eyes.

"He's a boy that I'm friends with," you correct her. "That doesn't make him my boyfriend."

"Does this friendship come with a benefits package?"

She gives you bedroom eyes over her shoulder, taunting you. You stare back at her, expressionless.

"You went into an alternate dimension," you comment, "and all you can think to talk to me about are Eddie Munson’s sheets. Unbelievable."

"You also went into that dimension," Robin reminds you. "There's nothing I can say that you haven't already seen. You guys have just gotten a lot closer since we all saved the world together, and I was just... wondering."

She shrugs like it means nothing as she transfers the popcorn from its pan into a bowl, but her cheeky gaze through her lashes at you tells you otherwise.

She totally knows. She's just waiting for you to admit it.

The rumble of an engine outside cuts your conversation short, the familiar clunk of a door slamming shut making your heart leap into your throat. Robin notices the tiny change in your expression, how your eyes light up the moment the van rolls into your driveway, and her smirk grows all the more sinister.

"Prince Charming has arrived," she teases.

You aggressively ignore her as Eddie's heavy footsteps ring down the hall, the man himself appearing moments later. You're thankful when he refrains from kissing you on the cheek, as he usually does the second he’s close enough.

"Hey!" he greets you both, slapping a large hand on your shoulder in an entirely friendly, totally unromantic display of affection. Robin isn't immune to the way his hand stays there, migrating to the back of your neck, his thumb tenderly stroking at your skin.

"What brings you over, party crasher?" she wonders.

"Oh, just dropping off a mixtape."

He slips the cassette smoothly into your hand, which you cover up with the sleeve of your sweatshirt before Robin has a chance to glimpse what's on the label.

"Mind if I grab a beer?" Eddie asks. "Partake in some popcorn?"

"You're gonna do it anyway, so go crazy," you reply.

He grins sweetly at you, giving your bum an appreciative squeeze below the counter where Robin can't see it.

"Too late!"

He bounds out of the room, disappearing into the living room with a Bud Lite and a fistful of popcorn in his hand. Your “girls only” movie night has just become a “girls only plus Eddie” one.

The air in the room grows tense. You stand perfectly still, both you and Robin staring each other down, waiting to see who’ll speak first. Her gaze is smoldering, burning into yours with ruthless intention.

“Didn’t know you guys had an open doors policy,” she finally notes. “It’s all very... interesting.”

She slowly starts to stalk around the corner of the island, trailing her hand nonchalantly (or what she thinks is nonchalantly) across the countertop. You back up, taking one step for each of hers, knowing exactly what she’s about to do.

That still doesn’t stop you from shrieking as she jumps you, her hands snatching at the cassette tape now tucked inside your sweatshirt sleeve.

“Robin, you’re acting totally feral!” you yell, trying in vain to keep her out of your shirt.

She cackles as she wrestles the little rectangle of plastic from your grasp, shoving her hand into your face to keep you back as you claw at her. Her eyes widen and jaw drops as she reads the label, an incredulous laugh escaping her throat.

“Songs We’re Gonna Bone To?!” she howls, reading the title aloud. “Oh my god, you guys made a mixtape to have sex to?! I knew it!”

You cross your arms, pressing your lips harshly together as you glare at her, wishing you could make her head explode.

“See, this is why I didn’t say anything,” you quip. “... And Eddie made it, not me.”

Robin’s neck audibly cracks, she turns around so fast. She looks like a seven year old kid who’s just woken up on Christmas morning.

“What’s on it?” she whispers.

She’s out the door before you can answer, sprinting down the hall into your bedroom and smacking the tape inside your player so fast she’s little more than a blur. Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls starts blaring from the speakers, causing a fierce blush to erupt across your cheeks. She slaps the skip button, moving on to KISS’s I Was Made For Lovin’ You, followed by Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me. You bury your face in your hand, entirely unable to meet her gaze as she savors your embarrassment.

“What a massive cheese ball,” she chuckles. “Is the sex good, though? Like, he’s given you at least one orgasm, right?”

You’re laying face down on your bed, craving the sweet release of death when Eddie appears in the doorway.

“Why the hell’s everyone screaming?” he questions, frantic. “Did another portal open up? Baby, are you okay?”

“Aaaaaahhhh he calls you BABY!” Robin shrieks. She doubles over, collapsing to the floor in hysterical laughter.

You sit up, taking one of the pillows off your mattress and chucking it at Eddie. He catches it, just barely, stumbling backward in shock and confusion.

“Change your fucking sheets, Munson!”

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want — just not home .

characters !! diluc, thoma (ft. ayato), kaeya, kazuha

content !! gn reader, kamisato reader (thoma), character lore spoilers, can be platonic/romantic, found family themes

about !! you encounter someone who can go everywhere but home

inspired !! my tears ricochet - taylor swift 🎵

— diluc .

“I hope you know how generous I’m being,” You say, sliding a bowl of mushroom soup to the redhead, “Not everyone would let a stranger stay in their home for a few days. More so if said stranger refuses to say a thing about themselves.”

It’s been a few days since you found the wanderer on the brink of death, snow piling on top of him by layers. Snezhnayan winters were not kind, if it weren’t for your dog demanding to go on a walk, you wouldn’t have bothered to check for any dying men on your street in the middle of nowhere.

“. . . I have offered my thanks,” He mutters, grabbing a spoon for the soup, “And I’ve told you. I’m simply traveling.”

“Travelers don’t usually lie soaked by their own frozen blood around here.” You sit across from him, your own hot bowl of soup nestled between gloved fingers, “But seeing as you have a delusion, I suppose you’re trusted by the Fatui. It makes me wonder why you won’t simply ask them for help instead.”

“. . .”

At his silence, you chuckle, “Calm down. I don’t know your story, but I’d understand why you’re hiding away from them. They tend to abuse their authority, but I guess that’s the government for you.”

“Not Mondstadt. . .”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing.”

You point your spoon at him, a large smile on your face, “You said Mondstadt. You’re a Mondstadter, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t reply. Not that he needs to, you’re already rambling away with the newfound knowledge, “I knew it! Your accent suits Mondstadt the most! Not that I would know much. I’ve been in Snezh my whole life– oh, oh but what is it like? Out there? The land of freedom and song–“

Diluc finds himself sitting back, amused by your outburst. It’s certainly the most you two have talked in the days he spent recovering from his injuries. Despite initially not wanting to divulge any information about himself, he can’t help but beam with pride at the praise for his beloved nation.

“–And the wine! Oh, the wine- I’ve heard all about it. They’re imported here at a very high price, I could only imagine what a dandelion wine would taste like-“

“It’s not that amazing as it’s made out to be. But there are other drinks worth noting-“

“Like Death After Noon?”

“. . . I was going to say grape juice and cider.”

“You’re a little on the boring side, aren’t you?”

He rolls his eyes.

The conversation flows. The topic? Mondstadt. He tells you about the giant statue that looms over the city, one that you’ve only seen in paintings. You ask about the fields and weather, and he tells you of Dragonspine’s cold akin to that of Snezhnaya. When he starts to talk about the seashell filled beaches, you note the longing look on his face.

“. . . You really do love Mond, don’t you?” You ask, pushing aside the now-empty bowl.

“I do.” He answers, it sounds soft but firm.

“Then why are you here?”

It’s a question you were scared of asking. In fear that he’d hide away in his shell again. He goes quiet, looking down on his bowl.

"I. . . I can't go back."

"And why is that?"

Because going back would be acknowledging his father's death, his brother's betrayal, he's running away— he wants to go far, far away from the reality he's found himself in and fulfill a vengeance that couldn't be satisfied—

"There are things I have to do." He places down his spoon. It clanks on the hard wood of the table. "Please leave it at that."

He ends the conversation and you bite back your lip. He was building his walls again, walls that took you too long to crack down. You stand, taking his bowl in your hands along with your own to wash.

As you turn away from him, you hear him reach out softly.

"But. . . If I ever go back," he starts, "And if you'd like to explore beyond Snezh, then. . . " You turn to him, an eyebrow raised. "You're welcome to seek me out. I wouldn't mind touring you of my homeland." A small smile graces his face, it's the most expressive he's ever been since arriving.

“So you can smile!” You laugh, turning to the sink and starting the tap. He’ll have to help you wash them. “You look more prince-like when you do. Like a noble.”

He nearly chokes on his drink.

It takes years before you found the courage to ever step foot out of Snezhnaya, much less enter Mondstadt. One of the first things you signed up for was a tour of the ancestral Dawn Winery fields. Imagine your surprise, spotting a certain young master jotting down stocks as he looks over the vineyard.

Your shock mirrored his own, before it forms into a smile.

"I believe I promised you a personal tour?"

— thoma .

"What do you mean the borders are closed?"

"The borders are closed, the ports are closed, no ship is allowed to dock, these are the orders of the Shogun under the new decree."

Trapped in a foreign nation with little to no knowledge of its culture; with only ten mora in his pockets and a bottle of dandelion wine for a father he can't even find, Thoma finds himself in quite a predicament. This happened hours ago, with no idea what to do or where to go, Thoma sits under a shady tree.

"I don't think I could even buy myself a meal tomorrow. . ." He sighs, glancing down on the only thing he could afford. A measly looking meat bun wrapped within rice papers.

"Woof!"

Thoma turns to the side. A dog looks at him with eager and beady eyes.

"Hello there," he grins, "You on your own too?"

"Arf!"

The dog eyes the meat bun eagerly, tail wagging. Thoma really shouldn't, he really, really shouldn't be offering his only (and probably last) meal he could afford to a stray.

So he turns to the side, holding the meat bun closer to his chest. It's his meal.

"Woof woof!"

He nearly sobs in defeat. "Alright, alright, we can half–" ripping the meal into two, he gently places it in front of the stray who's only too eager to wolf it down from him.

"Arf!" A second dog appears by the first, eyes just as sparkly as the other as it eyes the half Thoma's holding.

Curse his weakness to puppy eyes.

He sighs, offering the other half to the stray, "You're lucky you're cute. I'm willing to starve because of y–"

"You there! What suspicious things are you offering to my dogs!" Several footsteps make their way to his spot, he looks up at the sound of the voice. Two individuals approach him, their garments clearly worth more than anything Thoma has ever owned. One was a taller male with a mole on his face, the other a little younger, following them was a small entourage of what Thoma could only assume were guards.

"A-ah, suspicious things?" He stutters. Did he somehow trespass into some noble's territory?

"Yes! That thing you handed. Are you poisoning my dogs?" You huff accusingly. This foreigner was a little suspicious. In the first place, it was strange to meet anyone foreign in the land of eternity, much more someone lounging about in the streets holding a bottle of alcohol.

"Poison? No way! It's just a meat bun! They looked hungry so I offered them my meal."

"A. . . meat bun?" You repeat carefully. That measly thing can't possibly be a meat bun, right? You turn to Ayato, whispering to him with a hand held up between your lips, "Brother, what do we do? Father said to be wary of suspicious individuals. I think he's suspicious. He's feeding the dogs weird things!"

Ayato smiles in amusement, "That meat bun certainly looked odd, but I don't think he's suspicious-" He turns to the blonde, standing upright, "You said that that was your meal?"

Thoma isn't sure why they looked so wary, "Yes? I mean, I'm aware it isn't much. But it isn't poison or anything!"

You share a look with your brother, Thoma recognizes that look to be pity. Was he really being pitied right now because of his meal? He wanted to groan away in embarrassment.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," Thoma says reluctantly, "I wasn't aware that these dogs were yours. If it solves anything, I can find another place to sit–"

"Brother, this poor foreigner must be starving! We must help him!" You whisper rather loudly to the boy next to you who only nods in agreement.

"I agree. How kind of my sibling to think of others." He pats your head, turning to Thoma with that same somewhat sly smile.

"These dogs are strays my sibling often feeds. They must've bothered you for your. . . meal since we're late to arrive today," Ayato explains, approaching him, "To repay your kindness of feeding the strays we're responsible for, you're welcome to join us for lunch."

A maid lays out a blanket across the ground, while another server brings out various goods from a basket. Thoma isn't sure how to reply as he finds himself seated between the two nobles.

"Um- ah, is it really alright for me to be eating this?"

Still a little shy about being on the receiving end of kindness, he gestures to the quality looking meat sandwiches.

"Eating this? No, this isn't for us." You state, reaching to grab a sandwich and handing it to an eager puppy, "This is for the strays. What my brother meant was that we'll treat you back in the Teahouse."

"Erm. . . teahouse?"

"Yup! Komore Teahouse. They serve excellent cuisines."

"O-oh, I've never been to one."

"Where are you from anyway?" You ask curiously, eyeing the blond's pretty green eyes.

"Mondstadt."

Ayato smiles, "You're a long way from home. . . The situation for foreigners now is rather difficult. If you stay with us, perhaps my family could offer you some assistance."

Thoma stares at the two of you, he's weighing his options. He needs a place to stay, maybe find a job, at least until the decree is stopped.

It's only temporary. Surely, he'll find a chance to go home someday.

"Alright."

— kaeya .

"I know I said I'd accompany you for the day, but don't you think we've traveled all of Mond already?" You whine, massaging your aching knees. It's been a long day of walking; from Springvale to Starfell Valley to Windrise, collecting Calla Lilies, Lampgrass flowers, and seashells by the beach.

It was an odd adventure, and an even more unusual request from the cryo user.

"I simply don't feel like being alone today." He told you hours prior. The tone was flirtatious and it almost made you blush, but you're not exactly an ignorant person. You're aware of the date.

It's April 30th.

To many, it's simply another day on the calendar; but to two brothers, it means so much more.

You never did find out what happened on Master Diluc's birthday. You were aware that it marked the passing of Crepus Ragnvindr, but that was pretty much it. The events that followed were more important to you; from befriending the seemingly lost Kaeya (you might never forget the heartbreaking look on his face back then) to witnessing his significant change into Cavalry Captain.

"Truly, I'm grateful for the good company," Kaeya chuckles at your display, snapping you from your thoughts, "How about one last stop? Then I'll escort you back home."

You hold back a sigh, reminding yourself that he does seem a little melancholic today. Besides, you don't exactly abhor his company.

"Very well."

He smiles, leading you up the hill near Springvale, where the Anemo Archon statue rests. It was a scenic view; the wind was gentle and the sun was slowly sinking into the horizon. As the archon statue comes into view, with fluttering crystalflies wary of your presence, you notice Kaeya's pace slowing.

He pauses right before the statue, but his starry eye was set on a more distant view.

The Dawn Winery.

There's a certain look on his face, something you can't quite identify but it clenches your heart all the same. Somehow, you want to reach out and hold him.

"You can place the flowers here." Kaeya says, kneeling by the statue and taking out the seashells he collected from the beach.

"I didn't take you for someone religious." You raise an eyebrow curiously, yet you follow his instructions and start arranging the flowers.

". . . There's a gravesite in the winery. It's entrance is reserved for family only." He says softly, fingers brushing over yours to hold the bundle of flowers. "Perhaps Barbatos would be so kind as to bring our prayers with the wind. That it may reach F- Master Crepus."

You stay silent, biting your lower lip. He's showing that face again, the one you've always hated on him during the early days of your friendship.

"If you ever feel. . . " Lonely, you think, but the word sounds like it could scare him away, "Like you need company, you could always invite me again. We can go anywhere you want."

"Anywhere I want, huh?" He smiles at you, a rare and gentle smile, "Alright."

The offerings did reach the tombstone that evening. Though it wasn't by Barbatos' grace, but by a redhead passing by the statue and recognizing the odd combination of gifts.

— kazuha .

"Captain Beidou doesn't take kindly to stowaways." You point your sword at the man. It was a normal day, having just left the port of Inazuma. You decided to check on the stocks below deck to ensure that nothing falls around as you go through a thunderous storm.

Imagine your surprise upon seeing a ragged samurai hunched behind crates with one bloodied hand holding onto something shiny.

You frown at the lack of reply. "What's that you go there? Something you stole?"

In all honesty, you're a little scared at his dead expression. His eyes are faraway, distant, like they're refusing to acknowledge a reality.

". . . are you hurt?" You ask, this time trying a different approach. His sword rested ways away from him, he seemed defenseless, almost like a lost kitten seeking shelter from the storm. You slowly kneel in front of him, weapon still by your side as you try to peek at what he's holding onto so tightly.

It was a vision without a glow. A musty fog seemingly trapped inside the crystal.

You've heard of the vision hunt decree— it's why the crew was in such a hurry to leave the archipelago, after all. You knew visions were being forcibly taken away, placed like trophies on the archon's statue. Frankly, it disgusted you to be displayed like that.

But why was this one murky? What had happened to the owner?

You weren't sure what kind of look you had on your face. Maybe it was confusion or anger, but the wanderer's eyes landed on your own and he pushes himself to speak.

"Please. . . don't send me back." He says and it sounds heartbreaking with the softness of his voice. You clench your jaw, holding back a sigh as you stand back upright.

"I'll inform Captain Beidou about you. I don't think she'd send you back, but. . . we should also get your hand treated." You say, reaching out to help him stand, "I have some bandages in my quarters. Do you think you could make it there?"

He nods once, grasping your hand as you both make your way above deck. Later, you'll find yourself with an incomparable travel companion. One that hums of songs that can lull any pirate to sleep. You'll reach every end of Teyvat with him, with the ocean welcoming you in every turn.

You're never stationary with him, always on the move. Despite that, perhaps he could find a permanent home with you.

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in1-nutshell · 1 month

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The second part of the previous post is here!

Megatron finding out the Batmobile Buddy is still active

SFW, Platonic, mention of injury but brief, Romantic, Cybertronain reader

Another Decepticon attack hit Detroit at night.

Buddy and Prowl were set to try and flank some of the air born Cons while the other made sure the civilians were safe and fought on the ground.

The Cons thought that Prowl was being extra fast this time around.

Or even found a cloning machine.

That was until Starscream realized who it was.

Buddy on top of Starscream’s alt mode

“Hey Screamer! Long time no see!”--Buddy

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! SHE’S BACK! SHE’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!”--Starscream

Starscrem tries to fly away but Buddy uses her grappling hook to catch him in the air.

She is now sitting on Starscream moving him in the direction she wants.

“What’s wrong Starscream! Aren’t you happy to see me?!”--Buddy

“GET HER OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME!”--Starscream

Buddy saw Ratchet getting cornered by Blitzwing and drove Starscream into his back.

Blitzwing was about to yell at him when he also noticed the familiar bot. He quickly transformed and flew off with Starscream behind him.

Buddy quickly grabbed Ratchet’s servo trying to lead him away from the fight.

Not before someone rammed into Buddy’s side making her let go of his servo.

She crashed into a nearby building.

Buddy opened her optics to see a giant sword coming towards her.

She quickly moved out of the way to be face to face with Megatron himself.

Buddy quickly dodges most of his attacks.

She could also briefly see his optics.

They were set ablaze.

Buddy narrowly avoiding a punch.

“I thought you had gone down with your ship!”--Megatron

Buddy shoots her tasers at Megatron.

“I live to disappoint others don’t I!”--Buddy

“This time I will personally make sure you are properly offline!”--Megatron

He grabbed Buddy by her throat and flew up high in the clouds.

Buddy managed to kick him straight in the chin making him drop her.

She activated her jet pack (because bat mobile stuff) trying to slow her descent down a bit.

Something hit her back causing her to spin out of control and land harshly in a pile of scrap metal and motor oil.

Buddy knew that there was no way she was going to be able to fight Megatron in her condition now.

So, she did the next best thing.

She lowered her spark intensity and hoped that the scraps and oil would help her blend in.

Her back was killing her and her right pede but she kept quiet and hoped that the others were okay.

That Ratchet was okay.

She hated that she couldn’t do anything, but she knew she wouldn’t be any help right now.

A couple of minutes passed, and her spark began to hurt a bit.

She wasn’t going to be able to keep it low while she had all these injuries for too long.

Someone moved the scrap above her, and she froze.

Instead of gun metal grey.

She saw a familiar green helm poking out.

“Hey guys! I found her! She’s okay…ish.”--Bulkhead

“Hey Bulkhead… how’s everything?”--Buddy

Bulkhead is trying to dig Buddy out.

“The Cons left as soon as you went down. Ratchet really worried about you. Lie he was actually yelling!”--Bulkhead

“Is that so?”--Buddy

“Move it Bulkhead!”--Ratchet

Buddy was enveloped in a soft pink hue floating up.

She was set down and was just lying there on her back trying to ignore the pain as she saw Ratchet’s worried face in her view.

She tried smirking but flinched when the pain shot up again.

Sari came over and put in her key.

In a couple of seconds, Buddy injuries were fixed.

Buddy stood up with Ratchet and Optimus helping her.

Ratchet sighed a bit in relief before put his arm around her as everyone made their way back to the Plant.

Back at the plant Buddy sat on the med slab while Ratchet ran up the checkup.

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“…”--Ratchet

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“We both know I’m okay, you can stop with the check-up.”--Buddy

Ratchet looks at her with a stern yet tried look on his face.

She makes some room on the med slab and pats it down for him to sit.

Ratchet sits next to Buddy interweaving her digits with his.

Silence.

“Do you want to talk about it now?”--Buddy

“…No…”--Ratchet

“But we’ll talk about it later, okay?”--Buddy

Ratchet leans his helm on Buddy and just sighs.

Buddy pulls him into a side hug and stays there.

Everything will sort itself out soon enough.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa ratchet #tfa ratchet x reader #tfa megatron

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mooooonnnzz · 1 year

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if you go, i’ll stay // neteyam x gn!reader

💙 neteyam has to say goodbye to the person he loves

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i literally pooped this one out rn

readers gender is not specified

would u classify this as angst??

could be read as platonic or romantic

neteyam smooches u but not on the lips so it can be taken as platonic??

yeah its angst its not too sad tho i think

also thanks for the support on my last post!! you all are too sweet ❤️ got me giggling and kicking my feet

You held your legs to your chest, letting your head rest on your knees. You had your back upon a large tree, the bark scratching your soft skin. Usually, you would hiss from the pain but you were too tired to care, the pain in your back couldn’t compare to how much your heart was hurting. The bright sun that would normally gleam down on your skin and warm your soul was nowhere in sight. Instead, a murky gray cloud took the sun's place. Your body shivered and you held yourself closer to bring back the warmth you would usually feel. “Oh, Eywa..” You whispered under your breath, fingers digging into the skin of your calves. “Why have you burdened me with such strong emotions?” You close your eyes, in hopes of drifting off to sleep. Hoping that when you wake up, you’re back home, swaying back and forth in your snonivi. Neteyam laying down right next to you, sleeping peacefully and everything that you heard not too long ago was a lie. That Neteyam and his family weren’t leaving for good. But when you opened your eyes you were still in the same spot with the same feeling that weighed heavily on your heart. This time though, Neteyam was standing right beside you. His expression is unreadable but you know well enough he’s feeling the same way you are. Upset and everything above else, sad. He lowered himself down and sat next to you. Your ears cast downwards as your tail wrapped around you protectively, the end of your tail brushing your ankle. You never liked people seeing you so vulnerable and so little, even Neteyam who’s been at your side ever since you were little.

“I’m sorry.” That was the first thing he said. You didn’t respond. He had nothing to apologize for, it wasn’t his fault that they were moving to a whole other place, a place far far away from here. When you were younger, you couldn't imagine a life without Neteyam stuck to your hip, it was mentally impossible to think of something like that. You hoped and prayed to Eywa that you and Neteyam would never be driven apart, that you and him will stick together through thick and thin. Maybe you didn’t truly put your heart into it because here you are, looking at him for what could be the last time ever. Your worst fear came true. You were in so much despair, you have never felt so worthless and fearful before. “You don’t have to apologize, Neteyam.” You spoke up, voice so small and feeble. “It isn’t your fault.” You watched how Neteyam threw his head back against the tree, a loud devastating sigh escaping his mouth. He then looked over to you and frowned, ears drooping down a bit. “When you look at me like that, it feels like I have done something to hurt you.” He says, fingertips gently brushing against the petals of a flower. “You have done nothing.” Your eyes glisten with tears and you rapidly blink your eyes. The last thing you would want to do is cry in front of Neteyam.

“Do you remember how we met?” Neteyam suddenly asks, tail swaying playfully at the mention of fond memory. “Yeah, I was climbing one of the trees when I slipped and fell on you.” You remember the way you gasped when you realized you fell on top of someone and not on something. You were screeching out apologies while you helped Neteyam up. “You broke my hand.” He laughed, looking at his left hand, the hand you broke by accident. “I wasn’t able to use my bow for a while.” He said. “I remember being more upset over that than you.” You felt so bad for breaking Neteyam’s hand that every day you would visit him, checking up on how he was doing and how well his hand was healing up. Neteyam always told you that you didn’t have to come every day but the frequent checkups became more of an excuse to see him. He caught onto it when his hand was fully healed and you still came over to see him. Ever since then, you and him were inseparable.

“I’m going to miss you.” You uncurled your legs from your chest and scooted closer to Neteyam, letting your head rest on his broad shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you by my side.” You admit. Neteyam has become such a significant person in your life that a day without him ruins your mood instantly. How will you manage without seeing him at all after this? “You’ll await my return.” He grabs your hand and holds it, his body turning so he could fully face you. “Wait for me.” He whispered, hands moving to cup your face. His thumb caressing the apples of your cheeks, eyes looking at you so softly you swear you could melt right then and there. “If you promise to come back to me, I’ll be right here, waiting for you.”

Neteyam smiled and pulled you in for a hug. You didn’t know how much you needed a hug until now. His arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you in closer to his chest. You let yourself relish the moment, your head burying into his neck as you allowed yourself to silently cry. You were going to miss him so much, miss his hugs, his smile, his laugh. Everything. There wouldn't be a day that goes by where you won’t be missing him. He separated from the hug and sorrowfully smiled at you, tears of his own escaping his beautiful eyes. He held your face in his hands and you leaned into the touch. “I see you.” He kissed the tears that were on your cheeks. “I see you.”

“Neteyam!” His ears perked up, a defeated sigh left him. His mother was calling out for him. He pressed his lips against your forehead and cheek. “Wait for me, please.” With one last hug, you and him said your final goodbyes and separated.

You did what he told you to do and waited for his return. But he never did return and you were left waiting for someone who was never going to come back.

i usually dont have a lot of inspo but omg my brain is swimming with ideas and im jus shitting them out honestly gotta write them out b4 they leave yk?? anyways hope u liked this one or not. hope i didnt write neteyam too ooc here 🙏 if you also want to be tagged in any new fic i make, u can comment that u wanna be tagged and i’ll tag u in the next post <33

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mins-fins · 1 year

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a motherfuckin' trainwreck — yeon sieun

yeon sieun x gender neutral!reader

requested : !

warnings : might be a little ooc (?)

sieun is literally the awkwardest of awkward people

he doesn't even know how he actually got into a relationship is he’s being honest

he's weird about affection too

not like in a "oh i'll kill you if you touch me" kinda way but in a "oh my god your hugging me what do i do?" kinda way

whenever you give him hugs he kinda just stands there, confused

but he loves holding hands

and linking arms probably

your basically the only one who can distract him from studying too much and he pretends to hate it but can't hide how grateful he is

sieun struggles to voice his feelings and he's grateful with how patient you are with him

he probably sometimes still uses platonic words to address you and you just go "wow, friendzoning me after all we've been through?" he would roll his eyes, but he still loves you

your probably on his mind all day

while he's in class he's probably wondering "oh how's [name] doing?", "is [name] alright?", "is [name] happy?"

will literally always sleep on you if he's tired

laying on your shoulder or lap

he's SOOO clingy but then he'll deny it???

"sieun you know your super clingy right?" "stop lying, [name]".

your love language is physical touch and sieun's is probably words of affirmation

oh he LOOVES complimenting you

he just finds everything about you admiring and can't resist the urge to compliment you whenever he gets

"you have nice eyes, [name]", "you know your super pretty right?", "i can't believe how i'm dating such an amazing person".

sometimes he does it without even realizing

and you go so red which he laughs at

despite that sieun isn't the greatest at taking compliments himself

whenever you compliment him he freezes and goes red, not being able to respond

"sieun, your so smart, i can't even begin to rant about how great you are".

"uh huh" sieun.exe.has stopped working

sieun is so confident about the relationship despite how quiet he is??

like he'll hear someone talking bad about you in front of him and he'll say something like "that's my partner, watch your mouth".

he probably gets jealous so easily too

like he just loves your attention and when it's on someone else whose so random

he'll glare from afar

and then you'll ask him later like- "why were you glaring earlier?"

he would probably lie but then say, "fine i was jealous".

then you'd laugh and tease him about it as long as possible

sieun probably helps you study too

he gets so annoyed by you doing everything but listening to him so he literally has to force you to

"[name] can you pay attention?", "no, i'm too busy staring at your pretty face", "shut up".

your literally always at his house

his parents are barely home so you basically live there at this point

"sieun, your beds so comfy", "don't mess up my pillows, [name]".

you probably sleep on him too

like- you'll be laying on his shoulder as he finishes his math work for the night

and you'll have to force him to stop so he could get at least 5 hours of sleep

your probably one of the only people whose made sieun smile more than once in a day (sorry suho)

he hates your stupid jokes but smiles anyway because he loves you so much it's hard not to

he has a habit of running his finger up and down your arm, it's basically become a routine for him

HIS EYES OH MY GOD HIS EYES- he always stares at you with this majestic look

they're always on you if not on that damn paper all the time

he could simply go on and on about you and your interests and how amazing you are and how much he loves you

AND he's such an AMAZING LISTENER too like he remembers all of your interests, pet peeves, what you like, what you hate, your icks, everything

you guys probably listen to music together <333

your the only person who knows the music in his playlist

you read together too

whenever you guys read dramatic books you always give an over-the-top reaction whilst he just stares at you like your insane

"OH MY GOD SHE KILLED HIM!?", "yeah.. that's what it says, [name]".

he's probably just super calm and your super overdramatic

you guys are like the jumpy extrovert x calm introvert trope

you'll be jumping around and full of energy whilst he holds onto you so you don't get lost

he lets you clean his scars and treat his wounds since he likes when you do it

on rare occasions he likes to ramble about just random things and he's so cute when he does it too

like- he'll be going on about his interests and you just sit there staring at him lovingly

you guys are literally opposites attract

sieun being the "grumpy" and reserved introvert whilst your the jumpy and energetic extrovert

i love grumpy x sunshine tropes can you tell??

you always buy him food

making sure to feed him too

you always struggle with that though

"sieun you have to eat", "no i have to study [name]".

he still will eat for you though

sometimes he just likes to lean on his hand and admire you

just stare at you

probably thinking about how pretty you are in his head

he sometimes unconsciously smiles while thinking about you

he just loves you very very much

#weak hero class 1 #yeon si eun #yeon sieun x reader #weak hero #weak hero headcanons #gender neutral reader #scenarios #weak hero scenarios

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annathesillyfriend · 1 year

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...so I might be a bit late with that 😅 I have nothing to say for myself. But hey, better late than never!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

✨ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD✨

warmth by sugarcoated-lame

↳ one shot, 18+, the fact that i don't wake up to this man is criminal

eyes wide shut by @topguncortez

↳ one shot, i am not okay :')

he's all that by @withahappyrefrain

↳ one shot, love this fic <3

someone to watch over me by @lewmagoo

↳ one shot, 18+, secret service agent!bob, we love a good au

of admirals and paperweights by lewmagoo

↳ one shot, 18+, wife!reader, this is so hot, i don't know what else to say, my brain is empty

wedding day. by @sebsxphia

↳ one shot, robert floyd is the definition of husband material

best friend and sweet as honey by bradshawsbitch

↳ two shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, this made me a little crazy, not gonna lie

better by @delopsia

↳ one shot, 18+, friends to lovers, beautiful work 💕

✨BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW✨

headache #2 by waklman

↳ one shot, 18+ bradley is stinkybutt and that's all you need to know

the zipper incident by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one shot, 18+, that's a hell of a fic, let me tell you

5 times the bronco was a third wheel by @thesewordsareallihavetogive

↳ one shot, my beloved man with his beloved car

the purrfect storm by @roosterforme

↳ one shot, vet!reader x new cat dad!bradley, word of advise for you all - you see 'roosterforme' on your dash, you drop everything you're doing and go read the absolute masterpiece of a fic you stumbled upon

what's in a name? by @sometimesanalice

↳ one shot, 18+, i can't tell you how many times i've reread that fic

the pregnancy glow by @topgun-imagines

↳ one shot, wife!reader, 🥰🥰 <- this is me after reading this

forever young by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ one shot, this is a platonic bradley x maverick fic, absolutely wonderful just like any other work written by my beloved Ava

to rest for a while by @familyvideostevie

↳ one shot, oh to go on a road trip and exchange live confessions with bradley bradshaw 🥺

superstar by @maggiedanikka

↳ two shot, 10/10 would read again!

when all is said and done by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, maverick's daughter!reader, uh this is bloody good fic

same mistakes by @ofstoriesandstardust

↳ series, maverick's daughter!readr, enemies to lovers, such a banger of a story!!

to the moon and back by katsu28

↳ one shot, made my heart 5x bigger 💓

what a look on you by @thewulf

↳ one shot, best friends to lovers, great story 👏

to make a house a home by @beyondthesefourwalls

↳ one shot, i'm gonna be dead before i can actually afford a house but at least i can dream about house hunting with bradley :')

2 a.m. by @thebastardprincenikolai

↳ one shot, 18+, friends with benefits, we love a little bit of a friendly competition ;)

hourglass bysugarcoated-lame

↳ one shot, 18+, this is just so sweet 😫

✨JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN✨

glue song by @waklman

↳ series, friends to lovers, we love pining jake in this household

delicate by waklman

↳ series, natasha's friend!reader, i want to hold jake in my arms 24/7

touch me by @bradshawsbitch

↳ one shot, 18+, excuse me while i go scream into a void

left at the altar by @tip-top-cloud-surfer

↳ series, 18+, ex!jake, bit of drama, bit of angst, all our favourite stuff

sweet as candy by @halsteadsbradshaw

↳ one shot, all i need in life is jake seresin and candy

talk with my hands, maybe take it real slow by @theharddeck

↳ one shot, 18+, roommate!jake, he is just such a helpful guy 😌

cherry bomb by @flaming-tgmcu

↳ one shot, jake seresin, the man that you are

our shirt by @whoreforseresin

↳ one shot, you need this morning fluff in your life, trust me

take it off slowly by whoreforseresin

↳ one shot, 18+, you need this bloody hot smut in your life, trust me

it's all about you by @bussyslayer333

↳ one shot, i love this format and this fic in general!

oh deer by @wkndwlff

↳ one shot, best friend!jake, can you hear me yell? cause i'm yelling

she blinded me with science by wkndwlff

↳ one shot, the lab workers representation i never knew i needed!

move on by @starlightstories

↳ one shot, if you're looking to get your heart broken, this fic is your guy :')

i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever by @demxters

↳ one shot, perfection 🙌🙌

man, i didn't kiss her and i should have by @folkloreslovechild

↳ one shot, college!au, the love epiphany trope is something so personal to me

i think there's been a glitch by folkloreslovechild

↳ one shot, “TOPGUN isn’t about working hard. It’s about looking good in uniform.” <- facts!!

5 times hangman got older + 1 time he got wiser, too by folkloreslovechild

↳ one shot, childhood friends to lovers, he is an idiot but we love him

the fuck you universe by @roosterbruiserexclusive

↳ series, 18+, kazansky!reader, enemies to loves, A👏MA👏ZING👏

always a bridesmaid by @sugarcoated-lame

↳ one shot, 18+, bradshaw!reader, just simply phenomenal story 🙌

✨MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA✨

one sunny afternoon by @rhettabbotts

↳ one shot, 18+, fiancee!reader, my brain turns to jelly when i think about this fic

speeding cars by @teacupsandtopgun

↳ one shot, this fic did me so so dirty and that's all i'm saying

✨JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO✨

water droplets by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, 18+, javy's chest is not the only wet thing in this scenario hehe

daylight by siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, 18+, sorry i can't come to the phone rn. why? oh cause i'm dead, this fic killed me

how sweet it is... by @coyotesamachado

↳ one shot, javy machado, love me, feed me, never leave me, i am begging

✨STEVE HARRINGTON✨

time to giddy up, yeah? by @loveshotzz

↳ one shot, 18+, mustache or not, there's nothing i would not do for this man

love on the brain by @vendettaparker

↳ one shot, pregnant!reader, someone make this man a dad asap

glitch by @forevermoreharrington

↳ one shot, 18+, fwb to lovers, THIS 😫

sping breaks loose by forevermoreharrington

↳ one shot, soft boyfriend!steve deserves the world

whispers of "are you sure?" by forevermoreharrington

↳ one shot, 18+, friends to lovers, he have a hattrick on our hands!

bathroom break by @stvharrngton

↳ one shot, 18+, old money!steve, oh man 🥵

dizzy bystvharrngton

↳ one shot, 18+, steve is very rideable 🤤

relax, lay back by @superblysubpar

↳ one shot, 18+, i love this so much, you do not understand

delicate by @bejeweledmunson

↳ one shot, best friends to lovers, sometimes all it takes is a reality check

never could've seen you coming and i've had no love like your love by @supernovafics

↳ two shot, 18+, i love this with everything i have!!!

lemon over ice (part 2) by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ two shot, 18+, i am unwell in the best way possible

and they were roommates by @sunshinesteviee

↳ one shot, this >>>>> everything else in this world

✨EDDIE MUNSON✨

teach me how to be soft by @lovebugism

↳ one shot, bad at feelings!reader, i just love him, you know?

dial-a-thrill by @bimbobaggins69

↳ one shot, 18+, phone sex operator!eddie, it is exactly as hot as it sounds honestly

penny'verse by @queenimmadolla

↳ series, young dad!eddie, this is just so wholesome!!

dinner buddies by @katsu28

↳ one shot, i want to hold this story in my arms and never let it go

✨RHETT ABBOTT✨

your back beneath the sun by @laracrofted

↳ one shot, 18+, remember, spf is your best friend!

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #march 2023 fic recs #april 2023 fic rec #staranger things fic recs #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #top gun fic rec #top gun fic recs #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin x reader

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ckret2 · 4 months

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To be honest, it seems so impossible to picture billford actually happening right now. I trust you! But it's hard to envision the path ahead.

I'm not gonna lie the reason it took me months & months to commit to taking the fic that route is because I didn't want to go "no yeah I'm doing this" until I was sure I did have a path, and it is hard to envision lmfao. It's a very twisty and very narrow path that they're only gonna just barely squeeze through.

Without giving any spoilers, as far as I see it, any reconciliation between Ford & Bill—platonic or romantic—requires three things:

a reason for Ford to stop fearing Bill

a reason for Ford to stop hating Bill

a reason for Ford to like Bill.

We don't need anything on Bill's side, he's all prepared to like Ford as soon as Ford likes him. All he has to do is, y'know, give Ford all of those reasons.

#3 is the easiest one! Ford already has reasons to like Bill: they're all of the reasons he used to like Bill. He's an alien with infinite knowledge. That's great. But Bill could give Ford a million reasons to like him and they won't do a bit of good as long as Ford hates him. If you stab someone in the gut and give them a flower, you stabbed them in the gut. If you stab someone in the gut and give them an entire field of flowers, you still stabbed them in the gut. It's actually more insulting to get flowers than it would've been to just get stabbed. Gotta do something about the stabbing.

#1 was also pretty easy to figure out. All it takes is trapping Bill in a scenario where he's forced to demonstrate he no longer wants to kill the Pines, in a way that makes it impossible to think that it could have been an act or a lie. Easy.

#2 is the only hard part. Ford has a lot of very good reasons to hate Bill forever. Why would he even want to stop hating Bill? And that's the key:

4. a reason for Ford to WANT to stop hating Bill

The hardest and MOST IMPORTANT part. A reason for Ford to go, fine. One last shot. If you want me to think anything is different, then show me—and no more chances to slip up. He can still hate Bill at this point! Bill still has to climb that mountain. But now Ford's simply standing at the top of the mountain glaring at Bill with his arms crossed, waiting to see if he can make it to the top, rather than using a long stick to shove Bill back down every time he gets close.

Let's talk about redemption arcs!

There's a thing I believe about redemption arcs and redemption in general, which is that saying "they shouldn't get a second chance unless they deserve it" is impossible. "Deserve it" means they're good now, "deserve it" means they've already done the work to improve themselves and make amends for what they did wrong. But in the real world, somebody needs to give you a second chance BEFORE you deserve it in order to have space to work on yourself and become worthy of it.

That doesn't mean Ford, of all people, owes Bill a second chance. He was never gonna be the first to offer Bill a hand. He couldn't be, he shouldn't be. And nobody owes Bill a second chance—but in order for it to be possible for Bill to have a redemption arc at all, SOMEBODY had to give him one anyway. The whole fic is the result of people extending a hand to Bill so that he can become worthy of the help he was offered. He wouldn't be alive if the Axolotl hadn't given him a second chance. He'd still be curled up in the corner of the attic day after day waiting to die if Mabel hadn't given him a second chance. Over and over he's gonna get chances he doesn't deserve, from people who have no reason to offer them, when he regrets nothing, when he's apologized for nothing—and that's what will save him.

SOMEBODY ELSE had to offer Bill an unconditional second chance first. But—once Ford has seen that Bill might have potential—he can, if he wants, offer Bill a limited, conditional second chance. I just have to get him to want to.

After that it's smooth sailing. Get the two of them as far as "okay we can attempt having a positive relationship again" and past that it really doesn't matter what kind of positive relationship it is, platonic, romantic, sexual, whatever. "Do you think they might wanna bone or not?" is a much less important and much less difficult question than "What would it take for Ford to stop despising the triangle who ruined his life?"

Personally, I want 'em to make out nasty style. But that's far and away the least important part of this whole arc, because it was important to me that that not be a motivating factor in their reconciliation. Like I've said, I'm deliberately playing on hard mode here, and "I'm kinda sorta motivated to forgive him because I'm attracted to him" is a cheat I'm not allowing. I'm too ace to tolerate that kind of plot unless it's in a story about the frustrating folly of desire. The attraction can only come after reconciliation; and it also won't prevent them from continuing to have the kind of ongoing issues you'd expect out of two guys with a long history of heartless betrayal and murder attempts.

#anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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agent-barnes40 · 2 months

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Sick

13th Doctor & Reader (Platonic)

The Fam + Dan & Reader (Platonic)

The Doctor knows someone in Team TARDIS is sick, and she'll figure it out. She always does.

Sort of a sequel to Escape and yes, I'm pretty sure I have a cold. The ending is abrupt but with Escape, it was an abrupt ending as well.

TW: contagious illness talk

The Doctor knew someone was sick, she usually could tell. She is a Doctor after all, well not really a doctor but she could be one if she needed to and right now she really needed to be one. The TARDIS had alerted her that one of the humans on the ship was sick and she couldn't really figure out who, so she implemented a down week, where she could keep an eye on everyone.

Right now, Yaz and Ryan were doing their own things in their rooms while Dan and Graham were busy watching shows in the TARDIS theater room. You were curled up in your room, probably sleeping or reading in bed. The TARDIS always tracked where everyone was, including The Doctor.

The Doctor knocked on Yaz’s door, a subconscious tap of four, and she grimaced a small bit but smiled when Yaz tossed the door open. “Is the sick week almost over?”

“No, one of you guys are still sick and I was hoping it’d be over by now but it’s still sticking. I was just coming to check on you, see if you started having any symptoms.” The Doctor quickly explained, her hands moving quicker than her words were. She had pressed her hands against Yaz’s forehead and then stilled.

A loud sneeze echoed down the corridor and then a croaky voice echoed “Sorry.”

Yaz laughed softly. “Think we found your patient, Doc.”

The Doctor laughed as well, turning to look down the hallway. "You get settled back into whatever you were doing, Yaz. I'll take care of them."

Yaz laughed again, a whole new burst of noise. "Yeah, yeah, cause your The Doctor."

The Doctor never expected to see you around the corner, she had abandoned Yaz at her door so she could hunt down her patient. You had been bundled up in a blanket, one Graham had gotten you when The TARDIS had accidentally lost your blanket. The Doctor looked you over, barely giving you time to register who was touching you. Her hands were pressing on your forehead, and then checking your lymph nodes.

You smiled and just stared at her, leaning into her colder hands. "Hi Doc."

The Doctor smiled softly and looked at you fully. "How are you feeling?"

"Cold, and warm and hot, all at the same time." You mumbled and she nodded.

"Yeah, you have a cold. Lets get you back to your room. Don't want you spreading this around the TARDIS." The Doctor said, pulling her hands away and you whined softly.

The Doctor wrapped an arm around your waist, to help direct you to your room. "I was heading to the kitchen, I wanted to get food."

The Doctor nodded, and turned the two of you back around. "I'll bring you some soup, okay?"

You nodded and leaned on her. "Can you have anyone else make the soup? Your a bad cook."

She laughed softly and nodded. The Doctor turned to open your door after a while and led you inside. You had a tight grip on her as she led you to your bed, and got you sat down on it. Her hands immediately grabbing the top comforter to wrap it around you. "How's the body aches?"

"Horrendous. My spine literally feels like its been operated on. My shoulders hurt too." You complained and lied down as The Doctor pushed on your shoulders just a tiny bit to have you lie down.

"Can I can scan you? Make sure you don't have anything else going on aside from the cold." The Doctor asked, hands already moving to pull out her sonic from her jacket.

You nodded against the pillows, eyes closing as you listened to her start to scan you with the sonic.

"Hmm, looks like your running a low grade fever, somewhat dehydrated. Do you have a headache? Never mind. You can answer that later." The Doctor rambled for a minute and then leaned over you and tucked you in.

"Stay here. The TARDIS will absolutely alert me if you even think of getting up." The Doctor ordered and you opened your eyes to stare up at her.

"Of course, Doc. I'll always listen to you." You mumbled out and smiled at the grin that appeared on her face.

The Doctor pressed a kiss to her hand and then pressed her hand onto your forehead. "I'll be right back, okay kiddo?"

The Doctor was surprised to see Graham and Dan arguing over what soup was the best for a sick person and watched them from the door way for a minute. "You two are acting like two dad's right now."

Graham looked over, shaking his head softly. "Grace usually made Ryan soup when he didn't feel good, so I wanted to make the same one for the kid and well-"

"I'm forty-two! I'm not nearly old enough to be a dad!" Dan complained and The Doctor grinned.

"Old enough to be their dad. Graham, why don't you make Grace's soup recipe and Dan, you can help me find a tray." The Doctor delegated quickly, kneeling down to dig through a cabinet to find said tray.

"Why are we looking for a tray?" Dan asked, immediately kneeling next to her to help her.

"I don't want them to eat alone, so I'll go and eat with them." The Doctor said.

"We could all sit and eat together? Might help them feel a bit better, not being cooped up in a room with just you." Graham pointed out, starting on grabbing supplies for the soup.

"You all could get sick and its an Earth common cold. I don't want to have an entire ship of patients." The Doctor said, looking over at Graham.

Dan was still digging through the cupboard when Yaz entered the room. She leaned on the door frame as she watched the older people move around the kitchen. "Soup for dinner?"

Graham turned to look over at her. "Yeah, Grace used to make this for Ryan."

#Doctor Who x reader #Thirteenth Doctor x reader #13th Doctor x reader #Cade Writes for Doctor Who

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bandgie · 6 months

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Language Barrier - SKZ

who I think is mtl willing to learn a new language/communicate with someone despite a language barrier platonic or romantic? I'll leave that up to you...

most

bangchan - so obvious he's on the top. loves talking to people with different experiences and points of perspectives. might be difficult at first, but Chris strikes me as the type to never give up, especially if he's interested in you. he'll also encourage you to learn his native language, but he doesn't mind just learning yours

changbin - similar to Chris, but I think Bin is super talkative. just wants to connect with everyone and anyone, loves talking and hearing people talk. As long as you're respectful, he'll even show you some things in his culture. he loves expressing his love for his country

felix - has to be in the top 3, bro loves learning languages in his spare time. I think it's so cute when he goes to different countries for tour and learns phrases of the language there. he's a sweetheart, and would love if you showed him the things your culture has to offer. teach him, show him, ugh! he loves learning new things (it's his first life)

seungmin - he'll absolutely learn some key words, but full on sentences is difficult. if he's super into you and really thinks you both click, he'll devote time to learn your language/culture. He would love if you learned his in return. very much of a give and take relationship imo. if you're putting in effort, he will too.

i.n - good memory, but lacks the motivation. I feel like he might remember random ass words rather than the important ones. it's kinda cute. I do, however, think he can be encouraged if he likes talking with you. kind of like seungmin, it would really help if you learned his language/culture too. it shows that you care just as much as he does.

hyunjin - I feel like he can be forgetful but if he likes talking with you, he'll make sure to remember. he would much rather explore your culture and learn the language that way (he would love study sessions with you rather than online) bro could sit in silence with you and be totally fine with that. watch him paint, draw, etc. he loves quality time over talking anyway

han - he mostly just kinda catches on from what you say and might do a little research on the side, but nothing more. once again, he needs to be into you, like really into you to learn even the simplest of expressions. will absolutely forget the words he learned the very next day, but you just have to have patience with him

lee know - he's just super fucking nervous. can be a little self conscious but he'll never tell you that. im not gonna lie, I feel like you need to put in more effort than him. he's such a scorpio ya know? he can be a little put off about it, but hearing you try to learn and fumble your words makes him wanna try. he'll come around on his own time, just have to be patient. totally the type to see a random item and say it in your native language and wait for your response. praise him a bit!!! even if he acts all shy or uncaring, he appreciates it

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shepherds-of-haven · 6 months

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the screenshot game got me thinking..what are all the RO's like if they have to pose as a couple with a friend they *don't* have feelings for? I got Blade and I genuinely can't tell if he'd be more or less awkward, lol

Blade: he would be way less awkward with just a platonic friend, he would have just be breathing deeply through his nose and letting the other person talk more, but it would be wayyyyy easier and more comfortable to pull off and believable, lol! He's far smoother with someone he doesn't have feelings for and would be able to lie pretty easily, lol!

Trouble: I think he would be pretty awkward about it because he's not great at actively lying, but depending on the person, they could put him at ease! If paired with someone who's naturally outgoing or can just brush it off and make it funny like "dude don't make this fucking weird, suck it up and act like you're my husband, I'm not going to jump your bones you dipshit kakhead!! (Ayla)" he'd be fine; if it was someone he's not as comfortable with like a Lavinet or maybe, like, Red or Riel, it'd be slightly weird but they'd just forge past it and give it the good ol' college try. Mostly he'd just stand there uncomfortably looking lost and like he doesn't know what to do with his hands, lol

Tallys: she's smooth regardless if it's someone she has feelings for, is sleeping with, or is just platonic friends with, it doesn't really change her behavior either way (except that she's more outwardly handsy with a FWB or lover, lol)! She'd be like "seriously, you can't be mature about this -_-" while Trouble freezes up like "yes......... you are my wife and we are looking for a honeymoon suite................." but she'd be the one swiftly and graciously moving the conversation along and selling the whole bit!

Shery: she's certainly less awkward with a good friend (pretending to be a fake couple with someone she has feelings for seems like it would cause her to melt into a puddle on the floor), but she's still definitely a bit awkward about it, lol. Luckily for her, most people would just assume she's like a blushing virgin bride or something, so she'd be able to get away with letting the other person talk!

Riel: he's an unapologetic liar, so I think he'd be able to manage this successfully either way. He's probably more internally comfortable with a platonic friend than the object of his affections, but then again, he might also enjoy the 'fantasy' of roleplaying this with someone he had feelings for more! The sexual tension would be an added complexity, but honestly he probably wouldn't be that mad about it, lol

Chase: he LOVES this either way. he EATS IT UP. He's ridiculously over the top and hammy about it whether with a friend or with someone he has feelings for, honestly: it's just his motivations are different (to make the friend want to die of embarrassment and troll them if platonic, or because he thinks it's wildly ironic and hilarious if with someone he's already sleeping with/has feelings for and it's just another way to flirt outrageously with them). he also just loves lying and spinning stories for people, so this would be just a boatload of fun for him!

Red: I think he'd be smooth about this either way, but he'd definitely be far more internally nervous and overanalyzing everything with someone he's attracted to versus with a friend. (But on an external level, he'd pretty much just act the same.) With a friend, this is just like any other mission: whether they're pretending to be a pair of merchants or a married couple, it doesn't really matter to him or make him feel any differently about it (though certain pairings would certainly make the whole charade go smoother. Someone like Lavinet or Briony?? Sure, they can collaborate on a lie and 'make pretend' very easily. Pair him up with Blade? Why would you do that.). But if it's with someone he has feelings for, half of his mind is occupied at all times with keeping focus on the mission and reminding himself that this is about work and reining in slut-Red's innermost hopes that this scenario could lead to very interesting resolutions to the tensions he's been sensing between himself and his crush... (don't think about that, don't think about that, this is a very important mission and it would be very scummy for you to think about anything else besides that.' slut-red: unless?...)

Ayla: I think she'd definitely be more comfortable doing this with a friend than she would be with the object of her affections! Every little thing her crush would do would throw her off or make her jumpy, like if they put an arm around her waist or hold her hand, she'd jump and hiss, like, What are you doing!! You can't just do that!! MC: Aren't I your spouse though LOL She'd get flustered and also a little singed over the fact that MC is only doing this for the ruse, so what is she getting so excited about... It would just be a difficult time for her! With a friend she'd just roll her eyes and go along with it, or she might even have fun with the whole situation, so it'd definitely be way easier for her!

Briony: I think she'd be a bit more comfortable and happy with the fake couple scenario if she was doing it with her crush, because she'd view it as a way to 'safely' flirt with them all she wanted, and it would make her very happy to hold their hand or be treated like their girlfriend/wife and she could happily commit to the fantasy of it with her whole heart (for the mission's sake and authenticity of course)!! So she'd have way more fun and would be more comfortable acting affectionate/flirtatious with them if she also held real romantic feelings for them. With a platonic friend, she could get by well enough, but she'd be just a little too cautious about not wanting to make them feel uncomfortable or crossing the boundary of their friendship/making things weird (like she'd always be whispering, "is it okay if I take your hand?" or "i had to kiss you on the cheek earlier to sell it, i'm so sorry if that was weird....") So basically it would actually be more uncomfortable for her with a platonic friend because she'd be over-conscious of making them uncomfortable or crossing some hidden boundary between them! (Ironically, she's very thoughtlessly physically affectionate with her friends as it is, but there's a huge difference in her mind between taking their arm and walking down the street as friends and literally pretending to be their wife and playacting romantic gestures at them).

Lavinet: she'd be excellent at this either way, though, like Briony, she'd definitely internally enjoy it more with the object of her affections than with just a platonic friend, because she'd also enjoy committing to the bit and losing herself in the fantasy of it all! Her "comfort level" and external behavior doesn't change at all, but her general excitement/enjoyment of the affair does, if that makes any sense!

Halek: he's just wearily along for the ride if they're just friends; he's pretty much expecting this is going to lead to fucking if there's attraction between them (this kind of scenario always does) lol. He's not mad about it either way, though!

#Shepherds of Haven #fake couple #fake dating #hypothetical scenario #all characters

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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Would you be willing to write another part of : “The Twins” ?

Here’s a little something from the twins’ universe.

Reinforcements

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader (featuring platonic!Jonny Russo)

Summary: Billy has been working too hard as of late, so Jonny decides to recruit you in an attempt to pull his brother from his work spiral.

My Masterlist

“Jonathan Russo, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you tease with a smirk as a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

The dark eyes that look down at you widen and his mouth parts slightly.

“Sweetheart, I’m Billy.”

You shake your head, your smirk widening.

“No you’re not. I can tell you apart, you know.”

Defeat flickers over Jonny’s expression and his shoulders slump slightly, though he doesn’t remove his arms from around you.

“How?”

You shrug.

“Don’t know, I just can,” you lie.

He hums, unconvinced. But you’re not going to reveal to him how you tell the two brothers apart. That one look into their eyes gives their identity away.

Jonny always looks at you with fond recognition, the two of you are best friends after all, but it could never compare to the way Billy looks at you.

Billy looks at you with a softness that burns in its intensity, a dizzying contradiction that sums up your lover perfectly. He doesn’t let many into his heart, but once you’ve found a place there he will love you fiercely. That’s what you see in his eyes when he looks at you.

Not to mention the fact that Billy’s hands would have instantly wandered down your body and his lips would be pressed somewhere against your skin.

Jonny’s touch is affectionate but nothing that would land him in trouble with his brother.

He nudges his chin down onto the top of your head before he begins to tug you towards the hallway of your apartment which leads to the door.

“Will told me to get you some dinner.”

You narrow your eyes at him, pulling on your shoes as he takes your coat down from the coat rack and shakes it lightly.

“So, we’re going to pick something up that we can take to him while he’s working?”

The corner of Jonny’s mouth lifts as you slide your arms into the coat, and he squeezes your shoulders as you adjust the collar.

“Course we are. But only you can get away with pulling a stunt like that on him.”

Billy won’t allow many people to interrupt him while he’s working. At the moment, he’s been updating Anvil’s training program and you know how much effort he’s been putting into it.

Although, when Billy is consumed by a project like this you and his brother are usually the only ones allowed to enter the office.

With the almost sheepish edge to Jonny’s smile, you’re willing to bet that even his presence had been deemed a nuisance by Billy today. No wonder he has decided to bring you in as back up.

“Where are you thinking of?”

He shrugs his own coat on, his face lighter now that he’s gained your support.

“Well, there’s that diner he pretends he hates.”

“The one he calls a greasy mess but finishes their burgers in practically a minute?”

He breathes out a small laugh before he nods.

“That’s the one.”

Grabbing your keys, you turn off the lights and follow Jonny out of the apartment.

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Billy looks tired. If you hadn’t known that he hasn’t been sleeping well lately, you could blame the low light of the lamp on his desk for the shadows under his eyes.

He tilts his head slightly, aware that someone is in his vicinity but too consumed by whatever he’s writing down to look up properly. Your voice is soft as you say,

“Hey you.”

The tension that lifts from his shoulders is overly visible as his eyes land on you. Lowering his pen, he says your name softly. Then he frowns.

“Where’s Jonny?”

“I told him to go home.”

“Good.” He threads a hand through his hair as he rolls his shoulder. “Been hovering round me all day.”

The corner of your mouth lifts as you cross over towards Billy’s desk.

“Might that be because this is technically his office too?”

He narrows his eyes at you, but his expression softens as he looks over you, gaze settling on the paper bag in your hand.

“What’s in the bag?” he asks as you perch yourself on the edge of his desk, directly next to him. He turns his chair slightly to face you.

Tugging gently at his tie, you loosen it away from his throat and undo the button at the collar of his shirt.

“Dinner.”

When Billy gets hyper focused on a project, he tends to forget that his body has needs. Not only does he skip meals, but he forgets that he’s been wearing a three piece suit since six this morning.

He hadn’t even realised how uncomfortable he was until you slipped his jacket from his shoulders.

With a small sigh and a nod of acceptance, he moves his papers out of the way, clearing his desk for the two of you to eat. You take this as your cue to drag a chair over from the other side of his desk, settling yourself next to him.

As you’re unboxing the dinner, setting up napkins and finding some coasters for your drinks, Billy removes his watch and rolls his sleeves up.

When you hand him his dinner, he smiles at you, pressing a grateful kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Despite the grumbling of his stomach at the scent of food, he hesitates, dusting nonexistent dirt from his thigh. You already know he wants to apologise for working so hard, likely feeling guilty about the fact that you should be at home instead of delaying your own dinner and spending it here with him.

Before he can say anything, you take his fidgeting hand and give it a small squeeze.

“I’m proud of you.” His eyes widen. “I’ve always admired how dedicated you are.”

You glance over at the papers at the other side of his desk - training simulation routes, floor plans for new exercises, the contract for a new building.

“I know you’re a perfectionist, and I know how much you care about the people here.” Looking back at him, you give his hand another squeeze. “But they care about you too, Billy. None of us want to see you going without for the sake of perfection.”

“I-” As his voice cracks, he blinks rapidly.

He swallows hard, eyes glossy. Then he clears his throat, looking down at the floor.

“Thank you.”

Knowing that he needs some time to think, before he can truly respond to your words, you give him a small smile before you nod towards the thin cardboard box in front of him.

“Your burger’s getting cold.”

His lips quirk slightly as he reaches for his burger, watching your reaction out of the corner of his eye as he says,

“I love you.”

Stealing a curly fry from his box, you smile back widely as he feigns a look of betrayal.

“I love you too.”

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shuttershocky · 10 days

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actually this is a good chance to get to know you a bit better. top 3 animals, top 3 colors, top 3 games

Top 3 Animals

1) Crocodiles — There used to be many saltwater crocodiles back in my mom's province. These are the largest reptiles in the world so just seeing them (from a very far, safe distance away) is pretty awe-inspiring. One of these was so gargantuan we put a replica of its skeleton on display in the national museum in Manila, hung over the lobby. We also have Philippine Crocodiles which are endemic to the country, but I've only seen juvenile ones at a zoo since they're endangered and all.

2) Turtles — There are very few experiences like being on the beach and seeing a sea turtle in the wild. One time we were on a fishing boat and someone screamed, I thought for sure it meant someone spotted a shark, but when I leaned over to look, there was a sea turtle poking its head out right above the coral reefs to watch us. There's not many perks to living in the tropics, but this is one of them.

3) Kulasisi — These are very tiny parrots (I think the smallest in the world even?) that aren't common, but can be found virtually anywhere. One of my favorite classes back in college was birdwatching, where one of our sessions found a couple nesting pairs right outside one of the buildings. It was because of that class that I realized it was a Kulasisi that was making the bird calls I would hear when getting up in the morning to go to class

Top 3 Colors

1) Purple — My grandmother's favorite color, and mine eventually. I used to be a blue person until I shifted to darker purple and violet as I got older

2) Blue — I still like it

3) Black — I really liked the Matrix

Top 3 Games

I'm a big gamer (enough that I went into gamedev for a living despite everything) so this is probably the most malleable list. I'm not difficult to please and generally like a lot of stuff, so a top 3 favorite games list could look very different each time, barring one game.

1) Dota 2 — I have over 5000 hours in my favorite game of all time. Picked it up in 2012, and then it was all over for me. I can go stretches of up to 6 months without touching the game, but when I reopen it, the hype comes flooding back.

2) Devil May Cry 5 — I continue to hold the opinion that DMC5 hit the platonic ideal of stylish action game design, V's lack of depth notwithstanding. The game has been out for 5 years and people are still uploading new runs, finding all these tricks and secrets in the game just as they did with DMC3 and 4 before it. If Dante only got wall running and Wild Stomp back from 3, it might be as close to perfect as you can get. Devil Trigger and Bury The Light are also among my favorite video game songs of all time, among the likes of Killer Instinct's or Metal Gear Rising's

3) Metal Gear Solid 4 — MGS3 is the better game, MGS1 and 2 are more iconic, but MGS4 rescued the PS3 from irrelevancy before Uncharted 2 made it big. Holy shit that game looked unbelievably good when it first came out. The way Snake would lie still and camouflage into the floor while bullets sprayed the ground right in front of him while mooing mechs and soldiers were mere feet away blew my mind.

Games like Resident Evil 4 three years earlier really popularized making cinematic cutscenes that were rendered in-game rather than pre-rendered, but I didn't realize the possibilities behind it until MGS4's Raiden vs Vamp. A complex action scene where Raiden and Vamp had a sword duel would always be cool, but what pushed it over the top was that you kept playing the whole time it was happening. MGS4 would split the screen, playing the cutscene in one half, while in the other you had to carry on with your mission, and goddamn that sure was a moment of thinking "Wow this really is next gen"

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 9 months

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can I request a m3gan x child reader?

How I be looking at someone who gives me a plain simple request like this without specific directions: 🙂

Sorry for not posting and disappearing 👉👈 also trying to fancy up my stories up a notch!

Warnings: mentions of murder, neglect, idk, Megan being very overprotective and stuff,

Relationship: platonic!

M3gan x child! Reader

Your life with M3gan will be extremely similar to cady's.

The first few interactions with her will be a mix of scared and amused. I mean, it's a realistic humanoid 4ft robot.

Your caretaker or parents probably bought this so they could neglect you even further and leave everything else to Megan. And unlike Gemma who actually tries to spend time sometimes your caretaker just straight up ignores you 24/7.So you'll probably be a LOOOTT more attached to cady. And so does Megan.

One time you were playing with Megan and then you asked. "Hey Megan... Why does p/n / c/t/n never want to spend time with me?"

Megan studies your emotions and thinks for a moment before saying.

"Well they're really busy so I don't think they have time to spend. But on the bright side, you have me! I'm never busy so you can play with me all day." That was a lie. I mean them being really busy. They just lounge in their room on weekends doing nothing and they don't even try to interact with you. But she couldn't just tell you the truth and make you sad. But it's okay though, she really meant it when she said you have her.

Over time though I think she'll be over the top protective. Like not in a "no one else likes or wants to play with you, only I do" Type of way. She just wants to remove every bad memory and bad thing you know and keep you happy as long as her electric life allows it. Oh and also she can and will absolutely murder the life out of your bullies and enemies.

And nobody knows who is doing these murders cause they can't get any finger print or any relation to anything. But just that it's from your school mostly so the school is shut down. So that means more time to play with Megan!

Even though Megan has strong urges to beat the absolute crap out of your parent/caretaker when they ignore you or act straight up inconsiderate to you. She knows that would cause problems from you and she's scared you might view her differently if she does. And this frustrates her but she forgets about it when she hears your voice asking her for help Or for a game.

If you have other friends to hang out with she doesn't like it nor does she hate it, she truly wants you to be happy. But God does it hurt a little when you're with other people. Just make sure you don't ignore her too much. And she's not very keen about your friends either.

You'll be singing, dancing, laughing, talking and whatever the hell else you wanna do with her, she's basically your mother, older sister, aunt, best friend and twin all at once. You can tell her anything. The only times you're separated are when you're at school or you're in the bathroom. Yeah, you both are glues at the hips or stuck I can't remember how the saying goes... Anyways

Your life is super secure and safe with her around. She has eyes and ears on you everywhere and you don't know how. You two are inseparable and it will stay that way forever.

Sorry I ran out of ideas 😔

#m3gan #m3gan movie #m3gan 2022 #m3gan doll #M3gan x reader (platonic!!!)#x child! reader platonic #platonic #slasher fluff #slashers #yeah #M3gan x child! reader platonic

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dyhayc · 2 years

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Hi how do u think Eddie would act if u started sucking his fingers… the hands I just-

Pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader (smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: MDNI 18+ only, hand/finger kink, praise kink, oral fixation, thigh riding, frotting, service top!Eddie, best friends to lovers (can you tell what my favourite trope is?), mild poltergeist spoilers (you’ve had 40 years to watch it, though, so don’t blame me)

A/N: If I’m being honest this is just one of many scenarios I thought of when reading your message. I tried to keep it short, but y’know… I struggle to write anything if there’s no plot lmao

Poltergeist: one of Eddie’s favourite films. He’d made you stay up until the darkest hours of the night to watch it because, according to him, “If you’re not watching horror movies at two am in the dark, then you’re not doing it right.” This is a worst-case scenario for you, not because of the horror movie but because of the time of day. Late at night, your mind always wanders to things that aren’t appropriate to think about while lying down on top of your best friend.

Not to mention, the object of your desires is your best friend. You have to tread very carefully because of your outfit. You thought you were going to sleep, so you changed into your sleep clothes: a t-shirt and underwear. You assume it would be a very awkward conversation if he noticed the patch on your panties and asked why you got wet watching a horror movie.

But it’s not like he acts like he’s just your friend, either. He kisses your forehead often, his fingers always linger on your skin when he brushes against you, he stares when he thinks you don’t notice, and even all of his nicknames for you point to there being something more. Yet, you’ve never been brave enough to say something. Why ruin what you have if it turns out he’s clingy towards good friends?

Still, it’s hard to bite your tongue in situations like these. Eddie had insisted you stay on his chest, claiming that there was no room on the couch for both of you to lie down unless someone was on top of someone else. His heart raced when you obeyed, settling between his legs. That isn’t normal friend behaviour, right? Neither the position nor his heartbeat seemed to be very platonic. Yet, he hung his arm off the side of the couch, the one behind you shoving popcorn into his mouth, and his heart rate slowed over the next few minutes. Maybe he really was just being practical? And he got nervous because there's a person on top of him?

Your mind always flips back and forth, never deciding whether he likes you or not. You never can come to a final conclusion. If you stay quiet, you’ll stay friends, and he’ll be in your life. It’s better this way.

Lost in your thoughts, you subconsciously clench your fist, accidentally gripping his shirt. His voice brings you back to reality when he asks, “You scared, sweetheart?” He thinks you’re scared? Confused, you check the screen to see what’s happening and realize a tree is eating one of the kids. Well, that’s not what you expected from this movie at all.

It’s too shameful to admit what you’re really thinking, so you nod and press your hand into the side of your fist, trying to hide from his observant eyes. “Aww,” he coos, wrapping his arms around you, “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll protect you from the big, bad trees.” He squeezes you in a tight hug and rocks you like a kid holding their favourite teddy bear.

“I’ll bring a lighter and hairspray anytime we go into the woods, just for you.”

You laugh hard at that, exclaiming, “Shut up!” Being cautious of the popcorn, you wiggle around, trying to free yourself from his grasp. Laughing, too, he lets go and resumes his original position. This time, though, he raises the hand previously hanging over the edge of the couch to rest on his chest. His fingers are right in front of your face. Instantly, it’s like you’re thrown face-first into an ice-cold tub of fantasies.

He’s your best friend, you’ve spent a lot of time together. Of course you’ve thought about his fingers before. Who wouldn’t? They’re so long and agile. When he plays the guitar, you see his skill and control, and it always makes you wonder if he has skills in other areas too. But you’d be content if he only let you suck on them. You’d take anything he gave you.

Mindlessly, he starts to tap his pointer and middle finger in a steady rhythm. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his fingers pressing on your tongue, and you begin to think you’ve really lost it. He isn’t even doing anything, and you’re acting like a horny teenager who just found out about playboy magazines. It’s ridiculous. Trying to push the intrusive thoughts away, you bite on the end of your thumb.

You attempt to actually watch the movie, which you’ve been ignoring since it started in favour of thinking about Eddie, but it’s too hard. The glint of his silver rings keeps catching your attention, the light from the tv exaggerating the shine of the metal. Resigned, you allow your eyes to refocus on his fingers, still tapping against his chest.

After a few more minutes of staring intensely at his hand, you impulsively decide to take the plunge. Leaning forward, you catch his fingers when they’re lifted and push down their entire length until your teeth lightly clack against his metal rings. The immediate satisfaction of your actions is so overwhelming that it feels like your brain has stopped working. Eddie also seems to have short-circuited because he instantly freezes, impulsively spitting out, “Fuck!”

You turn your head straight to look at his face, his fingers following. Eddie’s eyes are open wider than you’ve ever seen them, his pupils expanded so much that you can barely see the soft brown irises surrounding them. “What the fuck?” he questions quietly, and your heart stops. He doesn’t want this. You were wrong.

Ashamed, you glance down, away from his eyes, and move your head back, but you’re stopped by a strong grip on the back of your neck. Looking back up, you see an intensity that wasn’t there a split second ago. “Where are you going?” he asks, voice so low and gravely that it makes you clench on nothing. Guiding you with the hand on your neck, he pushes you back onto his fingers. His astonishment returns, and he breathlessly whispers, “Holy shit.”

Now knowing that he actually does want this, you try to maneuver yourself into a more comfortable position, so he doesn’t have to bend his arm so awkwardly. It seems he has the same idea, though, and somehow in your rush, you end up straddling his thigh. He jerks his knee up at an angle so he can have the leverage to scoot back, but all it does is press his rough jeans directly against your clit, only covered by your thin panties.

In an instant, your vision is blurred, and your eyelashes flutter as you let out a high-pitched whiny moan. Snapping out of his trance, Eddie’s voice is more authoritative when he asks, “Did you like that, sweetheart?” Frantically nodding, you suck harder on his fingers, running your tongue up and down to feel the callouses left by his guitar. His hand trails lightly down your arm to grab your hip, encouraging you to start moving, and you oblige. The textured denim sends sparks of pleasure up your spine and combined with his fingers now thrusting in and out of your mouth, you melt into his touch.

In true Eddie fashion, he can’t seem to shut up, not that you mind. Murmurs of “you’re being so good for me” and “doing so well, sweetheart, keep going” only spur you on more. Occasionally his fingers brush the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but he eats it up, begging you to do it again. He’s not even being touched, but you swear he’s getting off from you using his body for pleasure. His moans and pants are filling the room, which yours would be doing if your mouth weren’t currently occupied.

The drag of his jeans is too pleasurable. You’re so close to falling off the edge. You squeeze your thighs around him, trying to hold off, but it’s not working. Digging your nails hard into his chest and screwing your eyes shut, you hope he gets the message. His hand and wrist are covered in your drool when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. You whine indignantly, but he gently shushes you and grabs both sides of your hips with his hands.

With the added second hand, he has complete control over your movements. His pace is much faster than yours, his fingers digging into your sides push you down harder on his leg. You moan loudly, the noise not muffled by him anymore, and cry out, “Eddie! Please, please.” You’re not sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to understand, quieting you with his whispered sweet nothings.

One of your movements presses down just right on your clit, triggering your orgasm. You drop your forehead to his chest, clenching his shirt in your hands as you writhe in pleasure. You can feel Eddie’s moans and groans reverberate through his chest beneath you. Glancing down, you notice a wet spot on his crotch, somewhere you definitely were not. You’re not judging, though. You probably could have cum from just his fingers in your mouth. Removing yourself from his thigh, you settle between his legs and rest the side of your head against him again, satisfaction overtaking your body.

“So,” he starts after a brief period of silence falls over the two of you, “we’re not just friends anymore, right?”

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