#dear fucking god there’s more tags for me to add i'm so sorry

[tf2medicsimp]

misunderstandings chart but them

#andy's apple farm #melody the moon #margret the mole #andy the apple #kamryn eastwood #arthur king #claus the clock #felix the fish #louis eastwood #thomas eastwood #dear fucking god there’s more tags for me to add i'm so sorry #andys apple farm #claus aaf #andy aaf #arthur aaf #felix aaf #melody aaf #margret aaf #thomas aaf #louis aaf #kamryn aaf #dumb lil drawings kayden made woohoo #OKAY COOL WE’RE DONE WITH THE TAGS HOORAY

[daltonsgirl69]

Unhealthy Obsession

a/n hiii angels! sorry for the wait im backkk and i will have the next chapter out soon if you want to be apart of the tag list let me know and i will add you:)) Updated: hi pookies I'm in the car rn traveling to Louisiana from cali so i have alot of time on my hands to try and finish some stories that are in my drafts:) btw dont be shy request stuff:))

tag list: @quicksilversg1rl @pearls4valentine @adamsbubblegumbitch @urhotfathdr

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part one

part two

part three

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tw: 18+ If you don't like smut then please don't read… beyond this there is partying, underage drinking and smoking, adult language, sex, fingering, touching, and kissing.

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part four: time of my life

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You had just walked out the front door just in time for Charlie to be pulling up. You walked over to his car about to get the door when he gets out and walks over to you.

“you look gorgeous.”

you smile “Why thank you Charlie”

“Here lemme get the car door” he opens the door

“thank you” You aren’t used to anyone guys acting like gentlemen considering your father was a dipshit and every guy you’ve dated has been a complete dumb fuck. You get in the car and asure him your all good and he shuts the door. He gets in and looks over at you.

“you do look beautiful y/n” This makes you smile as you look into his blue eyes. Every time you do you get lost in his eyes you glance over every facial feature he is like art perfect.

“thank you Charlie you don’t look too bad yourself,” you said with a smirk he was wearing dark blue jeans a white button-down, and black Converse. You put on your seatbelt and smiled at him. “thank you haha. Okay, are you ready to go?”

“yeah yeah when we get there ill help you set everything up” You smiled he had already started driving “Really? Thank you thank you I wasn't gonna ask you too I didn't wanna make your work cause I mean I invited you as a guest yk?” you giggled “no yeah its okay char of course ill help do you know when Robbie is gonna get there?”

“yeah he should be there around 7:15 ish so we will have just a little time where it's just us” You were looking down at your thighs playing with your ring. You look up at Charlie's hands on the steering wheel. Holy fucking shit he has nice hands I bet he is good with them. You thought to yourself.

Then charlie said “Are you okay? your staring…”

“wait huh oh sorry,” you say trying not to make it awkward knowing you just got caught staring at his hands. You start to say something when you're cut off by his hand finding its way to your thigh. You look and his hand and then at him your cheeks starting to go pink.

He doesn't look at you. All he says is. “well this is what you wanted right? I mean why else would you be staring at him? I bet you imagining more than just this tho right?” he says in a teasing tone. You froze unable to respond. Dear god, you thought charlie walker was this shy nerdy virgin who had never touched a woman where the fuck did this confidence come from.

“I- uhm yeah” you stammer out. You take a deep breath and find some confidence and put your hand on top of his and move it towards your inner thigh a bit. You see him start to blush knowing his boost of confidence was coming to an end and he was getting nervous. It was honestly cute because you knew you were his weakness. But just as you thought he was too nervous to do anything else. He moves his hand up your dress. His hand is resting just below your panties.

When he does this your breath hitches. At this point, it wasn’t a want it was a need you could feel yourself throbbing you needed him to keep going.

Just as you were gonna say anything you guys pull into this dirt parking lot where there is an old barn which is where the sabbathon is taking place. He removes his hands from your thigh and parks. You grab your bag and decide to fix your lipgloss real quick when you're done you see Charlie getting the car door again. “you are so beautiful” he says while admiring you. You get out of the car. “thank you char” He shuts the car door and you turn to face him. You look up at him. You wanted to kiss him. while using the triangle method he put moves your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “can I kiss you?”

Without responding you kiss him. The kiss slowly turning to a make out he has you pinned against the car his hands exploring your body. In between kisses he murmurs “so perfect”. He starts kissing down your neck leaving a few hickies on your neck and collarbone. He bites you a bit on your neck causing you to whimper. His hands travel down your body and up your dress. “Wait,” you say. “is everything okay” he stops kinda scared he did something wrong. “what time did you say Robbie is gonna be here?”

“around 7:1-” his phone rings. It's Robbie he picks it up

“Hello?”

“I'm sorry Charlie is running a little bit late ill probably be there around 7:30”

“it's okay dont worry me and Y/n can set up I don't think people are gonna start showing up till at least 8:30”

“ok ok see you at 7:30 maybe”

-he hangs up the phone-

Charlie turns back towards you and smiles. “well Robbie is running a lil late but do you wanna go inside n set up so we can chill out till people get here?”

“sure” You guys grab a few things out of the car and the chairs are already inside you just had to set them up. Charlie set up the projector and stuff while you set up chairs. When you guys are done you can't wait any longer and throw yourself onto him kissing him hard. he puts his hands on your waist backing you into the wall. This time he doesn't wait to slide his hands into your panties drawing small circles on your clit causing you to whimper but you are trying to stay quiet

“nono I want to hear your pretty noises angel” he kisses you while pumping and curling two fingers in and out of your aching pussy. You moan into the kiss knowing your gonna cum soon. “Charlie” you whimper out “Yes angel?” he says

“m gonna cum” he continues pumping his finger in and out a little harder and touches your clit. You are a whimpering mess. “Shh shh, I know I know” You feel the pressure in your stomach release as you whimper his name and cum all over his hands. taking a few deep breathes you look up at Charlie. “you did so well for me angel” he says

“Now be good open up” You open your mouth and suck his fingers clean. “good girl,” He says while having a hand on your jaw making you look up at him. He Gives you a quick kiss and pulls you into a hug hands around your waist and slightly rubbing your back. “you did so good are you okay?”

“yes I'm okay thank you Charlie I didn’t know you were so good with your hands” you kinda giggle and pull out from the hug. “well I’ve thought abt this situation a lot and I just wanna make you feel good” What you didn’t know is thinking about this happening isn’t the only thing he has done. But we will get to that another time. He checks his phone its 7:45 and robbie isnt here yet but kirby is parking and walks in to you and charlie standing close together looking at his phone and giggling at something. Kirby is jealous but doesn't say anything abt it.

“hiii” you look up to see kirby

“Helloo Kirby” You hug her and she hugs Charlie but not a friend hug you notice but shove it off. “I have drinks in my car and Jill is on her way. Also I few of the football players are picking up a keg”

“Okay cool,” Charlie says smiling at Kirby. You can see the way he looks at her. You wonder if you're just reading too much into things Or if Kirby had a chance with him. Like I know he was just making out with you and fingering you but you honestly thought he wanted her.

It’s hard because Kirby is your friend and you font wanna let a boy come between you guys but Charlie wasn’t just any boy you were falling for him And you couldn’t risk losing him…

#rory culkin #i need him #charlie walker #rory culkin is so fine #husband #charlie walker fanfic #long hair boys #rory is so fine #charlie walker smut #on my knees rn #unhealthy obession

[picnokinesis]

Hi!

(A mild panic on the topic of: This is not a question, oh god, this is NOT a question. This is a recommendation of a fandom at BEST.)

So I was reading a fic one day and my brain went very quickly in succession:

a) /Oh/, this is the good stuff

b) No wonder you think so, remember spydoc telepathy edition (And you, Taka, are like an ambassador of that land in my mind)

c) Actually many fics from this fandom are like this

d) Do we think…?

So I had two facts:

1. This is a thing someone I have a great respect for would probably enjoy.

2. There was no indication Taka has seen or engaged in the fandom of Pacific Rim. Despite its notoriety in this neck of the woods due to the concept of drifting in particular.

And what I am doing with those facts is telling you this. I think you are great and I think you would like the fics of Pacific Rim. So if you feel like checking it out, it’s very low effort on entrance. Only one movie to see. Or two. Depends who you ask.

Here are two excerpts to judge for yourself. (Is this a spoiler? I know people for whom this would be a spoiler. For me it’s a tester.)

1) What’s a Little B&E Between Friends? By VoiceOfNurse (Part 20, Chapter 1)

No need to reach for the void, when he was so complete, nestled up against the part of Them that was Hermann. 

…safe… 

Newt was aware, in as much as Hermann was aware. It was difficult to separate himself out, when Hermann’s mind was locked around him like a steel trap made of numbers and chalk dust and spite. They were one organism in two parts- four lungs, drawing breath, two hearts beating in time. There was cold, and there was pain, but it was far away. 

There is no room for (masters-monsters-precursors) here. They are (insects-vermin-insignificant) when faced with (memory-language-connection). We are (brilliant-unstoppable-rockstars). We are (music-logic-science). We are (Newt-and-Hermann) and they are nothing. 

2) What’s a Little B&E Between Friends? By VoiceOfNurse (Part 20, Chapter 2)

They were Drifting. Tendo couldn’t quite work out the whys and hows of it, especially now that he was being bitten to within an inch of his fucking life, but he was certain. He’d hurt Hermann by moving too fast, probably jostled the guy’s leg, actually, which was folded weirdly under him with Newt on top, but the closest set of teeth bit him. Newt wasn’t even conscious in the traditional sense of the word, but Hermann was. Hermann was, and apparently Newt’s teeth were available to rectify the situation. Newt’s urges, too, because Tendo didn’t really picture Hermann as a biter. 

HELLO MY FRIEND oh my days I'm SO sorry but I'm laughing so much because this probably happened because tumblr search function is useless but 'no indication' sksksksk, oh my sweet summer child: here's the pacific rim tag on my blog LMAO - or, even better, the entire pacrim au I came up with for s12 of doctor who one time. Also. Also. Buddy. This is so funny, I love you so much. Are you aware that I'm obsessed with the works of one of the biggest Pacific Rim fanfic writers ever? I did, to be fair, literally take their name off my blog description yesterday to replace it with Bloodywood instead, and I'm more on the Stargate Universe side of things these days - but cleanwhiteroom is one of my favourite authors, and I read Designations Congruent with Things before I touched any of their Stargate material. If, my dear anon, you've not heard of cwr, then I really highly recommend their stuff, but I'll add a link below and see if I can dig up the other fic that I really loved from back in the day. Thank you for the fic rec though!! Those excerpts look excellent haha, I shall check that fic out when I get chance because you're absolutely right I love that kind of thing.

(also, absolutely DELIGHTED that you read this sort of stuff and thought of me - that is SUCH an honour oh my days! Like...rancid spydoc telepathy ambassador....what a title, I'm dead chuffed at this haha bless you!)

I think this is just so funny to me because - you couldn't possibly know this, of course, but like you know where I got this from? This love for writing weird, messed up mental connections between people?

Pacific Rim fanfiction HAHAHAHAHA

(and, later SGU - but I mean, mostly just cleanwhiteroom tbh. I was 16yo and I imprinted okay. But there were also other fics too, and they had an influence. Guh, Newt/Hermann post-drift fics are PEAK man)

Okay but actually let me tell you the story of how I got into pacrim because I think it's hilarious. So most people get into fandoms by like, yknow. Watching the film, reading the book, seeing the show, etc. I mean, how else would you do it? I'll tell you how. I was pottering about on deviantArt, back in the the grand old year of - oh, it must have been 2014. 2015? Something like that. Anyway, I stumbled across some Newt and Hermann fanart, and I didn't know the fandom but I was intrigued and REALLY liked the artstyle (I think the artist was feriowind?) - anyway I went on their profile and was MORE intrigued when I found they'd done some gorgeous cover art for THIS FIC, which got me so curious that I decided to read it. Without having watched the film. What I did was: read the plot summary on wikipedia, watched a couple of newt and hermann fanvids/clips (LIKE THIS ONE) so I could see them/hear their voices right, and then just blitz on through the fic with google images open in another tab so I could google thing like 'the shatterdome' and 'the LOCCENT pacific rim' and stuff like that for visual reference SKKSSK. Damn this is a throwback, I'm having a great time. ANYWAY. Read the fic. Loved it. Read the sequel. LOVED IT. Started looking for more fanart and stuff like that - and found a bunch of people kept on mentioning this fic called Designations Congruent with Things. Searched it up, found it on ao3, read the first 6 chapters and it almost melted my brain LMAO so I stopped. Then I couldn't stop thinking about it and I came back to it and oh my days. Oh my days. It fully rewrote my brain and DAMN I was obsessed. By this point I was vibrating in place at the mere thought of actually SEEING THE FILM, YKNOW. The film I'd read hundreds of thousands of words of fanfic about. Anyway, my friend who got secret santa for me that year literally had the easiest job on the planet HAHAHAHA so I watched it on Christmas Day and it was so so funny because like. You probably are aware of how much damn lore this film has. Like I knew the names of most of the jaegers that aren't even mentioned in the movie, I knew about Caitlin Lightcap and Sergio D'onofrio, but I had NO IDEA what was extended canon and what was fanon and what was actually. Y'know. In the film. So when I watched it I was like BUT WHERE'S LIGHTCAP for most of it HAHAHAH, but yeah it was great. SO GREAT. Guh I love the concept of the drift SO SO MUCH it's absolutely fascinating and just. AHH!! So so good.

Anyway. Absolutely losing it, bless. Sorry this is all over the place, I'm very tired but my goodness. Yes. Talk to me about drift bonds any day of the week, I'm here for it. If you want cleanwhiteroom fics, you can find them here. I linked the other one above, but there were a couple of others I read too...like I read a LOT of fics, and this was before I had an ao3 account rip so I don't have it in my fic reading history. There was one called Occam's Razor that I read a lot of, but I don't think I finished it. OH but I also liked this one (that i thought I found but it turned out to be the wrong one, am looking again now lol), from after Pacific Rim 2!! Which, as a film, I mostly consider to just be like. A fanfic with an exceptionally high budget ksksksks so yknow. I don't hate it because I don't consider it canon as much as I consider anything outside the original film canon. ANYWAY LOVE YOU

#SKSKSKSK I'M JUST LAUGHING SO MUCH I'M CRYING #BLESS YOUR HEART #i mean you're not wrong!! you are in fact absolutely right!!! #i definitely would enjoy this fandom!!! #taka replies #anon #pacific rim #<- here's my tag if you need it on mobile #cwr #cleanwhiteroom #cwr influenced so much of my writing style it's unreal #literally had a comment today mentioning that exactly phenomenon which ALSO made me cackle #bless you guys hahahaha #needed this today #thank you for bringing me a lot of joy #i love remembering old hyperfixations #fic #fic rec #long post

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

I Just Can't

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UuRLI6P by Enby_Axolotl_7 Ch. 1 - Oh No Tim realizes he has a crush on Sasha. Awkward shenanigans ensue. Words: 6278, Chapters: 10/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Relationships: Sasha James/Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Angst, References to Depression, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Cigarettes, Past Child Abuse, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Dates, Tim Stoker Has ADHD (The Magnus Archives), Pansexual Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Demiromantic Sasha James (The Magnus Archives), no beta we kayak like Tim Stoker, except I actually did have a beta i just really like this tag, Awkward Crush, Tim Stoker has a crush on Sasha James, Sasha James has a crush on Tim Stoker, Honestly they're so dysfunctional i love it, if this goes against canon, fuck off, im not gonna do research, Chronic depression as a result of childhood trauma from undiagnosed ADHD, Tim Stoker Needs a Hug (The Magnus Archives), I'm sorry i dont know how alcohol works okay im a minor, i also misspell it as alchohol every fucking time, it is 1 am, i wake up at 5 am, god help me, Tim Stoker and Sasha James planning murder on Martin Blackwood for being an arse, Im not british why am i like this, tim stoker has facebook (oh dear god save us all), tim stoker gets upset, ive given up on punctuation at this point, ill just stop i can add more tags later, Abusive Parents, tim stokers parents are dipshits read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UuRLI6P

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tma #jonmartin #jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin fanfic

[eyndr-stories]

The Stranger The Better (FNAF SB fanfic) C10 - There's A New Sheriff In Town

Read the intro to Chapter 1 (Enter A Sleepy Bitchard) for more details! I'd start reading there anyways else things won't make a whole lot of sense lol

In Summary: Reader is a forever exhausted young adult who has social difficulties doing their best to pay the bills, so when they get hired at the well-paying, almost entirely automated Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, they don't really hesitate to think things through before stumbling headfirst into a horror mystery surrounding this company and its crew of quirky (and surprisingly kind) animatronics.

Things To Know (lmk if I should add anything, also check the tags for more stuff):

There are some horror elements in several chapters! This chapter isn't all that spooky, there are some feelings of fear but that's it for this one.

Eventual romance, minorly important to the plot.

Reader has paranoia.

There is much swearing.

Reader is also addicted to energy drinks, and not fantastic at self care.

Reader is nonbinary (and also trans masc) though it's not vital to the plot and only comes up once or twice.

Reader is from the south, is protective of their friends, and if you threaten their friends then I'm afraid you've yee'd your last haw and yes that is important to the plot

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C10 - There's A New Sheriff In Town

     You had the day off from the plex today, but not the deli. You weren't closing luckily, although your manager did ask if you could stay late to help close. You refused, feeling slightly guilty, but you were more exhausted than normal today and really looking forward to a chill night before your full shift at the plex tomorrow. You needed to be on you’re A-game tomorrow, the specialist would be doing their robotic wizardry on Moon and Sun. You were totally only worried a normal amount.

     Once you were home for the night, you dutifully did your chores, cleaned off your apron and made sure both uniforms were ready to go, made ramen for diner, and brewed yourself a nice mug of tea to help with your nerves. Your totally reasonable amount of nerves. Your hands were definitely not shaking.

     You gripped the warm mug tightly and took a few deep breaths.

     Your phone rang, and you jumped, spilling a small amount of tea on your fingers and the kitchen table. You cursed and quickly cleaned up the mess as you pulled out your phone, ready to decline another spam call.

     Sun and Moon's contact flashed across the screen. They were calling you. Oh fuck Sun and Moon were calling you-

     You leapt into action as you picked up the call. "Hello? It's Y/N," you said, grabbing your shoes.

     "Hello dear!" That was Sun's voice on the other end of the call. Sun and Moon shared the same voice box, but you'd gotten to know them well enough to tell their tones apart. "Sooo I just thought you should know. We're coming over for an impromptu sleepover! Everything's fine, just fine, peachy keen, just dandy!"

     You paused halfway through putting on your hoodie. "Whuh?? To my house? You're coming here??"

     "That's right, sunshine! We'll be there shortly!" Sun hung up before you could question him further.

     "What the fuck," you muttered, staring down at your phone.

     There was a knock at the door, and you jumped again.

     You peered through the window and sure enough, there was Sun, standing outside in front of your door. He waved at you.

     You unlocked and opened the door. "Uhhhhhh. What the fuck?!" you said.

     Sun winced, but their smile never faltered. "Hey there hon! May we come inside? I know the visit is a little short notice."

     "Uh- yeah. Yeah, come in." You stepped aside, and Sun ducked through the doorway. You were suddenly coming to the realization that Sun was in your house (Moon too, technically), the place where you lived, and you hadn't cleaned yet, oh god, this was embarrassing-

     You closed and locked the door, then hurried around to tidy things up. "Um, sorry, it's- I haven't cleaned yet, let me just…" You straightened the mess on the table, put the dishes in the sink, wiped off the kitchen counters.

     To your surprise, Sun started helping, fluffing pillows and organizing loose books into a neat stack. "Your home is so lovely!! Its so cute and cozy… is this art on the wall yours??"

     You laughed nervously. Your cheeks felt warm. "Some of it, yeah. Some stuff is from my friends back in my hometown. I always keep anything people make for me." You started doing the dishes, scrubbing them down and setting them aside to dry.

     Sun studied a framed drawing on the wall near the bookshelf. "Hey, I know this character! That's Calcifur!"

     You looked at the drawing in question. "Yeah! A good friend of mine drew that for me for my birthday one year." You turned your attention to Sun. "So… I have… several questions."

     Sun glanced at you briefly, then busied himself with re-fluffing the already fluffed pillows.

     "First. How are you here?? Like. Not only, how do you know where I live, but also, it's dark out. Shouldn't Moon have come out?" you questioned.

     "You have location sharing turned on when you send us pictures." Sun got out their phone and pulled up their conversation with you. He tapped one of the most recent pictures you'd sent him of the fence, and sure enough, there was an information tag at the bottom that displayed a time and location where the image was taken.

     "Oh. Damn, I didn't even realize that was a feature." You weren't great with technology.

     "Sometimes, if both Moon and I are in agreement, one of us can have total control despite the light levels. It takes a lot of concentration, but it's doable! Moon can't leave the plex, and we both wanted to come see you," Sun explained, putting the phone away.

     You finished with the dishes and dried your hands off. "Just can't get enough of me, huh?"

     "That's right!" Sun smiled and winked at you.

     You felt there was something else going on here. You squinted suspiciously at the bot. "…Are you sure this visit has nothing to do with the fact that the specialist is gonna separate you and Moon tomorrow?"

     Sun looked away, intertwining their fingers together tightly.

     "Why don't we sit and talk about it?" you offered gently, gesturing to the table.

     "…Okay." Sun sighed, then took a seat.

     "Can I get you anything? I've got tea, snacks, candy," you said.

     Sun smiled. "I'm alright, sunshine. I don't usually enjoy eating."

     You nodded and sat down across from Sun, grabbing your forgotten mug of tea. You sipped at it and waited patiently for Sun to start. When he didn't for a good long moment, you prompted him.

     "So, uh… what exactly has you two so nervous about all this?"

     Sun tapped their fingers on the edge of the table. "It's just… we've always been… together. Its always been the two of us working in tandem… most of the time. Neither of us really want that to change. And Moon is worried… we both are worried that the specialist won't actually… fix Moon. We're worried she'll get rid of Moon instead."

     You took a deep breath. "I'm worried too. But… like Paige said, it's all about the money. It'd be more lucrative for them to fix up Moon and have another animatronic to work the daycare. Besides, I'm gonna watch that specialist like a hawk the whole time."

     "But what if… no offense, but you aren't exactly an expert with technology. How would you know if… something was amiss?" Sun stared down at the table.

     You had actually been worried about that yourself. You looked away. "…I… I can't say much to that. You're right, I'm hopeless when it comes to computer stuff and robots and whatnot. I'm sorry, but I don't have a solution. We're just gonna have to trust that everything will be alright. Which I know sucks, cause management isn't exactly trustworthy… but I do think we can trust that they're greedy bastards."

     Sun nodded. He looked thoughtful.

     "As for you and Moon being separated… yall don't have to be, like, apart. You can hang out together and still talk to each other. And hey! Won't it be great to give him a big ol hug?"

     Sun smiled. "That would be great! I suppose it all just seems so daunting. It's scary."

     You nodded. "I know. I'm here for yall, whatever you need."

     "Thank you, sunshine." Sun looked at you gratefully, expression soft.

     Your face felt warm again. It sure was doing that a lot lately. You hoped you weren't coming down with a cold, that'd be inconvenient.

     Sun perked up a little, starting to sway from side to side. "Is it alright if we stay the night? We could have a sleepover!"

     "Sure, that'd be alright. I can give you a ride back to the plex in the morning," you said.

     "Aw, thank you dear!" Sun smiled happily, then sprang up from the table. "A sleepover!! Oh my, we haven't had a sleepover in some time… what should we do first?? We could watch a show or play a game or make a pillow fort or tell ghost stories or braid each other's hair and gossip!"

     You smiled. "You don't have any hair, Sunny."

     Sun froze, looking shocked and alarmed. They frantically pat their head with their hands. "Oh dear!! My hair!!! Where has it gone?!"

     You snorted. "Must have fallen off on the way here."

     "Ohhh silly me! I could still braid your hair, though," Sun offered.

     "You might have a little trouble, since it's kinda short." You thought for a moment. "You know, building a pillow fort does actually sound like a lot of fun. I haven't done that since I was a little kid."

     Sun clapped excitedly. "Lets build one together!!"

     You and Sun gathered up all the pillows and blankets you owned and spent the next few hours hanging out in what ended up being a rather impressive pillow fort. You chatted and made silly jokes and even let Sun braid your hair. It felt very nice and relaxing to have someone play with your hair.

     With both you and Sun in the fort surrounded by cozy blankets and pillows, it was very warm and comfortable. That was definitely the only reason your face felt so warm.

     The warm comfort of the fort was also making you very drowsy. You were nodding off in the middle of a game of cards when Sun noticed your sleepiness.

     "I see it's time for the 'sleep' part of our sleepover," he said with a smile.

     "Nahhh, I'm fine." You paused to yawn. "You just don't wanna finish this game cause you know I'll win."

     Sun rolled their eyes. "Says the one who hasn't noticed they've been showing me their cards this whole time."

     You frowned, realizing he was right, and quickly pulled your cards close to your chest.

     Sun chuckled. "Moon says it's his turn. I'll turn out the lights. Don't peek at my cards while we're gone!"

     You watched Sun carefully extract himself from the fort. You were tempted to look at their cards, but restrained yourself from cheating. The lights went out, but the soft glow of the nightlights you had around the home allowed you to still be able to make out the cards in your hand.

     Moon settled into the fort, eying you suspiciously as they picked up their cards.

     "I didn't peek, I promise." You rolled your eyes. "Nice to see you, dream boy."

     "Nice to see you too, rule-breaker." Moon looked at his cards, then at you. "Let's make a deal."

     "A deal?" You looked at him curiously as you yawned again.

     Moon nodded. "Let's finish this game. If you win, we can stay up and play another round. If I win, you have to go to sleep."

     You squinted at your cards, then at Moon. You had a pretty decent hand. "Hm… I hope you're ready to play till the sun comes up then, cause you've got yourself a deal."

     Moon smiled. "It's your turn."

     "Oh. Is it?" You frowned and looked over your cards again. You ignored Moon's snickering and set down a pair of jacks. "It's you and Sun!" you declared, pointing at the jesters on the cards.

     Moon looked at the cards thoughtfully. They straightened the cards, separating them neatly into their proper piles.

     "…How are you doing, Moon?" you asked.

     "I'm… worried. Same as Sun. But… I feel better knowing you'll be there." Moon set down three cards.

     You were so surprised that you didn't even realize you were actually about to loose the game, Moon had made a really good move. "Well, I'm happy to help," you said, your face warm again.

     "If… when Sun and I are separated, will you still spend time with both of us?" Moon asked.

     "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" You looked at Moon quizzically for a moment before trying to focus on your cards.

     "I mean… you and Sun get along so well. Once I'm not… unavoidably there every other night. You might want to… you might prefer…" Moon trailed off.

     You looked at Moon. "Hey, Moon. You know I like you just as much as Sun, right? Do you not think the two of us get along too??"

     "I- we do. At least, I think. I'm just… I don't know what you… think of me." Moon fidgeted with the edge of a pillowcase.

     "I think you're great," you said. "I think you're funny and snarky and quiet. I think that you think you're dangerous, but I'm not scared of you. I know you tried to hurt me."

     Moon winced.

     You quickly continued. "But that wasn't really you, was it? You weren't in control. You are kind and caring." You reached out and took one of Moon's fidgety hands. "You and Sun mean the world to me, you know that?"

     Moon looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. "You mean the world to us, too."

     "Good, keep that in mind when I beat your ass with this awesome move." You grinned and set down all four kings.

     "Oh, dear. That’s one of the best moves in the game… if only there was one move better that could beat that…" Moon set down his last four cards, all of them aces.

     "Aw, fuck!" You frowned. Moon had won the game.

     "Mind your language, sore looser." Moon rolled their eyes.

     You huffed. "We ain't in the daycare, dream boy. I can swear as much as I damn well please in my own house."

     "I suppose." Moon picked up the cards and packed them away. "I do believe you made a deal with me that you must now honor."

     You rolled your eyes. "Okay, okay. I am pretty tired." You adjusted the pillows around you and pulled up a blanket. "I'm gonna crash right here, no way in hell I'm making it all the way to my bed. Are you gonna sleep? Er, enter sleep mode?"

     "We will," Moon said, laying down next to you and folding his hands together over his middle.

     "Don't you need a recharge station though?" You burrowed deeper into the pillows, feeling incredibly cozy.

     "A recharge station would be nice, but its not necessary. The stations just help the cycle go faster, as they're very cold, and the door doesn't open until the cycle is finished, so we can't be disturbed," Moon explained.

     "Oh, okay." You yawned. You were having trouble keeping your eyes open. "I'll have to get me one of those… so yall can rest better next time."

     "Next time?" Moon tilted his head.

     "Unless you don't wanna hang out at my place again?" you asked.

     "We would love to have another sleepover sometime, my dear."

     You smiled. "Good… I had a lot of fun. You guys are great. I like you both a lot."

     "Oh, is that so?" Moon smiled at you.

     "Hush, dream boy. I'm half asleep…" You were indeed starting to drift off.

     "We like you a lot too, Y/N," Moon said quietly.

     You smiled.

     Moon began to hum quietly. You recognized the tune as the lullaby they'd sang to you a while ago. You wanted to listen to his lovely voice, but you drifted off into a dreamless sleep before he was halfway through the song.

~~~

     It had been a long time since you last woke up with someone next to you. Moon was in sleep mode, eyes closed and still. It was still dark out, but you could see his peaceful face in the glow of the nightlights. You realized you were very close to them, likely having rolled over in your sleep to get closer to the bot's warmth. That's what you told yourself, at least. There was no other reason.

     …Or was there?

     The feeling was intense now. The same feeling you realized you'd been ignoring for a while now. You'd felt this before, for someone who was no longer in your life. You'd questioned whether you'd ever feel it again, and here it was, overwhelming and undeniable.

     You were snuggled up to Moon, his arm around you, holding you close. You were currently hugging their other arm like a teddy bear. You'd been physically close to both Moon and Sun before (Sun sure did love hugs) but this was different.

     Oh, shit. You had a crush on Sun and Moon.

     Teeming with embarrassment, you gently untangled yourself from Moon and climbed out of the pillow fort.

     "Shit shit shit shit shit. Fuck. Shit." You mumbled quietly to yourself as you paced around your kitchen. You spent the next ten minutes having a silent crisis. Then you checked the time on your phone and realized the pizza-plex was about to open in half an hour. "Shit!"

     You quickly got your shoes on and your hoodie and grabbed your watch. You poked your head back in the fort.

     "Hey, uh, Moon?? You guys gotta get back to the plex," you said.

     Moon didn't stir. You cursed, realizing you had no clue how to get them out of sleep mode.

     "Ahhh, beans!" You paced around for a moment. "Alright, hang on. I'll get you there."

     You dismantled the fort enough to crouch next to Moon. You hesitated, not wanting to disturb his peaceful rest, but you reasoned that you really didn't want him to get in trouble. You put your arms under them and lifted.

     "FFFFFFFFUCKING HELL," you cried. The animatronic weighed a ton. Not only was he bigger than you, but he was also made of metal.

     You took a step back and took a moment to stretch and psyche yourself up. The plex opened in twenty minutes. You took a deep breath, then tried to lift Moon once more.

     With adrenaline fueled strength, you heaved Moon upwards and very awkwardly struggled to drag them to the door.

     "Dangit!" You fumbled with the lock, trying to keep Moon up at the same time. "Fuckin shit. Ahh hell-"

     You managed to get through the door, but locking it was a whole separate challenge. You fumbled with the keys and ended up nearly getting crushed by Moon. You were extremely grateful that your neighbor's lots were spaced far away from yours.

     "Motherfucker- god dammit-" Moon was so heavy, and not exactly as soft and squishy as you. You awkwardly half-dragged, half-carried him to your car regardless, wincing as you accidentally bonked Moon's head on the door as you got him into the passenger seat.

     At long last, you collapsed into the driver's seat and let out a long breath. "Man. And I thought I was a heavy sleeper." You looked over at Moon, who was still fast asleep. You hoped they'd at least get through rest mode by the time you got to the plex.

     You drove all the way to the plex before realizing that you now had to get Moon inside. You groaned and set your head on the steering wheel.

     Ten minutes until the plex opened. There were several cars already here. You hoped they were all employees who were already inside and not customers about to witness an obscene amount of tomfoolery.

     You took a deep breath and got out of the car, then heaved Moon up out of the passenger seat. In your struggle to reach your keys and lock the car behind you, you tripped over the curb and crashed into the sidewalk, breaking Moon's fall as he toppled over on top of you.

     "Dammiiiiit!" You squirmed, trying to get out from under the animatronic. Your face felt incredibly hot, and you really hoped no one was able to see you.

     Almost as if in response to this desperate hope, Moon's eyes opened and fixed on you.

     "…This is not where we were when we entered sleep mode," Moon said.

     "Sorry, you wouldn't wake up and I had no idea how to get you out of sleep mode. The plex opens in like five minutes," you breathlessly explained.

     Moon looked around, then seemed to realized the position the both of you were in. They quickly got up and picked you up as well, giving you a once over for injuries before setting you back down on your feet.

     "Were you trying to carry me to the pizza-plex??" Moon questioned.

     "Trying?? I damn near had you there, thank you very much." You huffed and brushed yourself off.

     "You… are ridiculous. Thank you." Moon smiled.

     You smiled back. "Not a problem, partner. Now get on home before the bandits get a hold of ya. And mind your liquor next time, a sheriff has other things to do besides walking you back from the saloon."

     "As you wish, sheriff. We'll see you tonight." Moon took a step towards the door, then paused. He turned and took your hand, then gently pressed his faceplate to the back of it. Then they hurried inside the plex, leaving you standing there blushing furiously. You thought of nothing else the whole way home.

     As you clocked in for your shift at the plex however, you found your mind occupied once more by troubles and worries. You made your way straight to the daycare, checking the cameras on your watch as you went. You spotted the specialist also making her way through the plex. She was in one of the access tunnels, making her way up the stairwell. She was wearing a uniform and a badge, so the moment of horrible surprise between spotting her and realizing who she was was brief.

     The whole thing with Sun and Moon getting separated was, at least, very distracting from your earlier realization of the feelings you planned to bottle up deep inside, and then one day, die.

     The lights were on in the daycare. Sun was a rush of energy and motion, running around and straightening already tidy boxes of crafts and stuffed animals and toys.

     "Howdy, sunflower." You stepped into the daycare and offered what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

     "Y/N! How are you??" Sun bounded over and hugged you tightly. "Everything is going according to plan! The specialist will be arriving any minute now with the last bits and pieces to finish Moon's body! She'll escort us down to parts and service and then…"

     "Relax, Sunny. It'll be okay," you assured, giving Sun's hand a squeeze. "How's Moon?"

     "He's just as nervous but he won't admit it." Sun rolled his eyes. "She was supposed to be here by now… I don't know what's keeping her. What if something is wrong??"

     "Nothing's wrong. I saw her heading over on the cameras. Try to relax, okay? I won't let anything bad happen to yall," you promised.

     "Okay… okay." Sun still looked nervous. He wove his fingers together and paced around until someone appeared in the doorway.

     "Sorry I'm late, I wanted to move the second body over to parts and service but no one gave me a key to the door it's behind. Not to mention this place is a maze," the woman said. She was very wiry, with age in her short dark hair but not in her eyes, sharp and observant behind a thick pair of circular spectacles. She showed you her badge. The name printed at the top read 'Omari Vander'. "Hey there, officer. Um. Would you happen to know where the key is?"

     You straightened, pleased by the fact that she seemed to view you with at least some level of authority. "Not to worry, I have the key."

     "Right, of course. Well, let's get this started shall we? We're in for a long night," Omari said with a sigh.

     You turned to Sun. "Ready?"

     Sun nodded.

     "Alright, let's do this." You did your best to project a calm confidence as you lead the way to the nearest entrance to the access tunnels.

     Sun sat anxiously on the metal table opposite of Moon's new body. Omari had set up shop in parts and service, laying out a great deal of well organized tools and parts and working diligently on Moon's body. You quickly learned that she was a talker, and had a lot of complaints about management, which made you like her a little better.

     "I told them a year ago when Moon's bug first became an issue, them and their budgets and cost cuts, they don't think about things like the functionality of these animatronics, all they care about is the money. I tried to tell them again before I came here today. They still want me to keep Moon in safe mode for the time being. What a pain," Omari huffed.

     "What's safe mode?" you asked.

     "What Sun here is in now. He won't be after the upgrade though. Basically it keeps the animatronics off the network. No connecting to the security cameras or the systems here in the building. They can't connect to the internet, and they don't have as much leeway when it comes to the rules. Most importantly, animatronics in safe mode can be deactivated much easier," Omari said.

     "I see." You watched as Omari finished plugging up some wires and began screwing the metal plate back into place on the new body's torso.

     "I won't be in safe mode anymore?" Sun asked, tilting their head.

     Omari shook her head. "Nope. Management figures you're fine, the issue is with Moon. Honestly the only reason you've been in safe mode since activation is because Moon isn't in safe mode. Not sure what the original designers were after there, probably figured it was an extra safety precaution in case they needed to turn you guys off. Moon would still get the benefits of not having safe mode on, and at the same time, the both of you would be easy to manage."

     "You aren't the original designer who made Sun and Moon?" you asked curiously.

     "Nope, I'm just the poor sod who gets to clean up their mess. Ugh, don't even get me started on how difficult it was to work things out with management." Omari went on immediately regardless. "Those chuckle heads couldn't even find the bug. I told them, it wasn't a bug as much as it was a programming issue, again, two AI's in one bot, if you aren't careful a lot can go wrong. They didn't want to admit their fancy-shmancy top class designers would make such a horrible programming error." Omari shook her head. "Not a doubt in my mind the issue will be gone as soon as this is over."

     "Let's hope so," you said. You watched Omari turn to the computer, which was hooked up to Sun as well as Moon's new body. You squinted at the complicated lines of code on the screen.

     "…Do you have to hover like that?" Omari raised an eyebrow at you.

     "Oh, sorry." You took a step back.

     "I've got the update code all worked out and ready to go for the both of them. Just running a system check to make sure the new body is functioning properly…" Omari studied the screen, understanding things there that were entirely lost on you.

     "How long will it take? Until everything is done?" Sun asked.

     "The transfer will have to be slow, but the updates won't take long. Two hours tops till we're done here and I can go home," Omari said.

     "Sure thing, doctor! I trust you'll have us all patched up and ready to go without issue!" Sun swung their legs back and forth, fingers anxiously tapping at the table.

     Omari gave Sun a funny look. "Right. You know I'm not a doctor, right?"

     "Oh, yes. I was just… attempting to lighten the mood," Sun said.

     Omari looked at Sun, then at you. "Is it just me or does this robot have anxiety?"

     "You'd be nervous too if you were about to get your brain meddled with by a stranger," you said, frowning at Omari.

     "…Right." Omari focused back on the computer.

     Soon, it was time to get things started. Sun laid down, staring over at the other table.

     "When I'm powered back on… Moon and I won't be together anymore," Sun said.

     "Maybe not in the same way, but yall will still be together." You took Sun's hand and gave it a squeeze.

     Sun squeezed back, holding your hand very tightly. He looked so nervous. You didn't doubt Moon was nervous as well.

     "Hey. I'll be right here the whole time," you said, then gave the back of Sun's hand a kiss.

     Sun beamed at you and wiggled happily. "See you soon, sunshine."

     Sun powered down, their grip going slack.

     You tried not to think about how different this was to seeing Moon in rest mode. They looked the exact same, eyes closed, body still. But Sun wasn't in rest mode, Sun was entirely off. You reminded yourself he and Moon would both be back on in a little while.

     "Uh… so what's going on here?" Omari asked.

     You had almost forgotten she was here. Your face felt hot as you turned away from Sun. "We're friends," you stated.

     "Uh huh…" Omari still looked confused. "They're just robots, you know."

     You scowled. "They're more kind and understanding than a lot of people I know."

     "That's just their programming, though. They take care of kids."

     "All of the animatronics are more than their programming. They have feelings, thoughts, fears. Even the damn security bots here seem to have some level of feeling," you said.

     Omari looked at you, then at Sun. "I'd say you're pulling my leg, but… He did seem really worried earlier. And the way you guys talk to each other…" Omari waved and shook her head. "Man, I'm not paid enough for this. I'm just gonna do my job and get outa here." She focused back on the computer.

     You were too anxious to sit, so you paced around while you waited for time to slowly creep past. You glanced over at the computer every now and again, but you couldn't understand anything of what was going on. You just had to trust it would all be okay. Trust that Sun and Moon would wake up fine.

     "You've gotta stop that pacing around, you're making me nervous," Omari said.

     "Sorry." You pulled up a chair and sat between the two tables. Your leg bounced anxiously. "What kind of upgrades are they getting?" you asked, hoping to distract yourself.

     "Well, Moon's getting most of the new features, since I think management plans to have him return to security duty. He'll have minor x-ray vision, like Roxy. He's getting his systems streamlined, same as Sun, so they'll both be a lot more energy efficient. He’ll keep his night vision of course, it’ll just get a minor upgrade."

     You had several questions. You took a moment to take in the information.

     "Management wants him to go back to doing security?" you asked first.

     Omari shrugged. "They didn't tell me much. They'll probably talk to you about it, since you're security yourself. I do recall them mentioning you, saying something about how you're supervising the whole thing."

     This was news to you. You shook your head. "Sure would have been nice for management to let me know that."

     Omari snorted. "Get used to it, those jerks don't care much about anyone but themselves."

     "I gathered." You sighed and put it out of mind for now. "I didn't know Roxy had x-ray vision."

     "Yep! Helps her win races. She's the best, you know? Management has this whole vision for each of the animatronics, and they want her to be cool and confidant and really popular with the kids."

     "Right." You thought about what Roxy had said to you a few days ago, about the pressure she was under. She probably felt pressured to live up to management's high expectations of her. Another reason to hate management.

     "How long have you been working for the company?" you asked. "You seem to know a lot about things around here."

     "Well, they first hired me to do maintenance back when the place opened three years ago, make sure everything was running smoothly and all that. It was me and this other lady, god she was a piece of work. I could just tell she thought she knew more than me, you know? But she got promoted elsewhere a year in, and I retired soon after anyways. I wonder if she still works here…"

     "I dunno, I've only met one other human employee. The other night guard, Vanessa," you said.

     Omari snapped her fingers and smiled at you. "Vanessa!! That was her name!"

     "Oh! Yeah, she still works here."

     "I thought for sure she must have quit by now. She was always going on and on about how much she hated this place. Which, I guess I can't blame her for, I've been doing the same thing all night." Omari laughed. "Management is such a hassle."

     Omari got back to work, and you got back to anxiously waiting. You thought about management, and scowled at the floor. You couldn't stand how they treated the animatronics, how much stress and worry they put on everyone, especially Sun and Moon. You wanted to do something actionable about it, but you didn't have the first clue what or how.

     For now, you decided to just keep your ear to the ground and try not to get fired.

     You were scrolling through the cameras on your watch when Omari stood up and stretched.

     "Alright! Just need to run some system checks and then I can go home and go to sleep," Omari said. "I dunno how you stay up this late every night. I could never be a security guard."

     "Ah, I'm a night owl." You shrugged. You got to your feet as both animatronics began to rouse.

     You watched Moon sit up first. He looked around slowly, his eyes no longer red pinpricks, now full white with dark blue pupils. He flexed his hands out, moving each finger, then looked down at himself.

     "…I sure would like some clothes," he said.

     "Oh, jeez- I'm sorry, we should have brought some-" You quickly pulled off your hoodie and handed it to Moon, averting your eyes, despite the fact that there wasn't anything to accidentally see, not to mention the fact that you'd been sitting here staring at Moon and Sun for hours.

     Moon awkwardly pulled on the hoodie, which was a little small for him.

     Sun sat up, staring straight ahead for a long moment. His pupils were easier to see now, the old yellow indiscernible from the surrounding white now a deep red. Then he blinked and looked around, gripping the edge of the table tightly as he did.

     "How you guys doing??" Your eyes were on Sun, who was almost concerningly stiff.

     "It's so strange… I think we're- I mean. I think I'm alright." Sun loosened up a little. He gave you the smallest of smiles.

     "It's so… empty…" Moon put a hand to his head. "Finally some room to breathe."

     Sun rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you miss me already."

     "…Yeah," Moon said.

     "Everything looks good, system check came back positive. Uh, I release you from my office! I dunno, what the heck do doctors say?" Omari waved it off. "Whatever. I'm leaving. Bye."

     "Thanks doc," Moon said.

     "Goodbye! Thank you!" Sun waved.

     "Have a good night," you said.

     Sun and Moon unhooked themselves from the computer and got up. They looked at each other for a moment, then simultaneously went for a hug. Sun let out a little laugh as Moon swung him around.

     You were smiling at the two of them when they both pulled you into the hug as well. You hugged them both tightly.

     "I told yall it'd be okay," you said, finally relaxing. You were so relieved. They were okay. They were both alright.

     "Okay… maybe you're right. Maybe things will be okay from now on. How do you feel, Moon?" Sun asked.

     "I feel…" Moon hugged you and Sun a little tighter. "Calm."

     You smiled. Everything had gone fine. Moon and Sun were both here. Everything was fine.

     You just hoped things would stay that way.

#another long one!! #covered a lot of stuff in this chapter lol #the next chapter or two is gonna be mooostly fluff. maybe a lil bit of sad stuff #yall ever heard of the phrase 'the calm before the storm'? #...yeah :) #look out for chapter 13 (i think lol if shit doesnt get reworked too much) #daycare attendant #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanfic #fnaf sb fanfic #reader x sun #reader x moon #reader x sun & moon #reader insert fanfiction #security breach #security breach fanfic #cannon divergence #fluff #humor #hurt/comfort #pining #slow burn #friends to lovers #horror #horror themes #freddy x bonnie #fnaf security breach au #fnaf moon #dca fandom

[neowinestainedress]

no pls I wanna kiss YOUR brain, turnng it into a series would be absolutely amazing!!! and fr, you will do so well I just know it!!!

yes pls oh lord, I didn't think of that but now that you said it, haechan introducing jaemin to oc will indeed cause us so much pain.

imagine being unknowingly the reason why your partner finds somebody that treats them better and will probably leave you for them

the way you framed this sentence already has me biting my fist 😭😭😭

fr I envisioned jaemin as literally perfect (I mean ik we all have flaws but c'mon it's jaemin we're talking about). and fr, as a sunflower I really need to write him a formal apology for always painting him as the bad guy 😩🥹

oh I really didn't add any deets about hyucks ex jsjsjs but in my dream she was literally the kindest person ever. like she's actually, genuinely nice and like you said, that puts oc in like a very weird spot bc she can see why hyuck fell for her and all that, but a part of her (,which is human, I'm sorry is like so fucking envious). but then she can't even wish anything bad for her bc hyucks ex is actually nice 😭😭 I also pictured a scene where oc is crying and venting to jaem ab hyucks ex and she goes, "I wanna hate her, I really do, but doing that only makes me hate myself more" or something like that idk I'm bad w words.

also, I don't want haechan to be a bad person in this fic as well ( I mean I do but not with the others) I was hoping for like him being portrayed as actually a very nice guy, like YK even when he was dating his ex, he was the best boyf ever but then when it comes to oc, it just isnt the same idk. he tries (or maybe he doesn't) but like it doesn't work.

and jaem and oc being compatible is pls 🤞🏻 the most crazy thing ever. bc like she's in love with his friend and what not aaaaaa my heart already hurts.

I guess cheating is allowed, right? or do you want it to be like haechan and oc break up but he’s still jealous and wants her back but on the other side there’s jaemin and she’s stuck (so jealousy, sex, and all that)

oh my dear god. option two pls. if hyuck and oc have sex it's all good bc I mean they're dating but if jaem and oc (or even hyuck and his ex) have sex, pls I want them to break up beforehand, I'll literally d word if either of them cheat 😭😭😭 like YK I mean idk you can write it the way YOU want but I was thinking hyuck and oc break up and then she sleeps with Jaemin and that for some reason makes hyuck real mad like hejsjs I want him to hurt oc with his words then (I'm sorry) like YK "ofcourse you went ahead and slept with him, you were waiting for us to break up" or sumn like that. bonus points if Nana defends oc and they get into a lil fight djjsjsjsjs

now that I've said wayyyy too much, I'd like to say that at the end of the day, it's really upto YOU, you can write it however you want and I know I'll be grateful either wayyy aaaaaaa.

+ this is the first time I've sent such a long message to any one so I apologize if the paragraph breaks are weird.

YK WHAT I ACTUALLY LOVE BUBBLES ANON NOW SO YOU CAN JUST TAG ME THAT WAY ☺️💌✋🏻🌻 ALSO HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AHEAD BYEEEEE

-bubbles anon

hi again! so i was writing down the outlines for the story and i came up with something:

what if haechan and oc were childhood best friends and she always had a crush on him but he never liked her like that, so obviously he dates other people but they are all silly flings until he meets his ex that is literally perfect and nice and that’s why oc is so jealous of her / can’t stand her, 1) hyuck doesn't love her and 2) she can't find a reason to hate her. but then hyuck and his ex break up (we need to come up with a good reason for this break-up it's going to be hard) and as always oc is the one lifting him up, always by his side and she's confident about making him fall for her (kind of if i get my way vibes). so one thing leads to another and they start dating. but as you said in the first anon it's like a rebound for him like he feels good with oc because she has always been his best friend and they truly get along but he's not sure that what he feels is love. i think it can be nice because jaemin could also try to open her eyes by saying that haechan is not the same he was when they were young and she needs to let go of this image of him she has in her eyes. AND them being best friends before being partners makes it even more painful because not only she's terrified of losing a lover BUT also her dearest friend. obviously this will be implied (maybe there will be some flashbacks) and the story will start with them already in a relationship.

anyway, their relationship has been going on for a year / a year and a half when haechan makes oc and jaemin meet. AND i was thinking that jaemin and hyuck have known each other for quite some time but lived in different cities (e.g.: jaemin had to move and now he's back). option one: if i make it a college!au jaemin could've changed university in his second year and now he and haechan are roommates. so imagine the DRAMA when haechan and oc break up but she keeps seeing jaemin so she’s always at their place and hyuck has to watch jaemin treat her better and all the romantic things going on. maybe the first time jaemin and oc have sex he overhears them but he doesn’t think it’s her and then boom in the morning she’s in the kitchen WEARING JAEMIN’S SHIRT and he loses his mind (like you said and even hurts her with words) option two: if it's not a college!au haechan offers (double stabbing himself in the back) jaemin to be his flatmate so they can split the bills, spend time together and so on. and then the rest is the same as option 1, same pain, same tears. probably this would be more interesting because since they would share a house jaemin would also see their domestic dynamics, idk maybe she acts as if their living together and provides even for his place but haechan doesn't do the same for her and jaemin would get mad ever for that, idk

also, wanted to ask if you minded if i gave oc a name and some physical characteristics (since i think of setting it in korea she'll be korean i guess) or do you want me to write it nameless like in the new stories i’m posting?

and jaem and oc being compatible is pls 🤞🏻 the most crazy thing ever. bc like she's in love with his friend and what not aaaaaa my heart already hurts.

NO BUT imagine that she likes something and she asks hyuck to do it with her, let's say an art gallery, but he finds art boring so he tells her to go alone and then HIII jaemin's right there, going with her. i think it would be even better if he also doesn't like art that much but he'll still go for her like screaming, crying 😭

I'll literally d word if either of them cheat 😭😭😭 like YK I mean idk you can write it the way YOU want

NO NO I'M FINE WITH THEM NOT CHEATING I HATE CHEATING but some people don't mind it so i was asking if you wanted that for extra pain or if it was a big no, happy we want the same thing 😌

bonus points if Nana defends oc and they get into a lil fight djjsjsjsjs

YES!!

+ this is the first time I've sent such a long message to any one so I apologize if the paragraph breaks are weird

no dw nothing weird about it!! (also i'm the first one that after more than a year here still doesn't know how to use tumblr so i won't judge)

YK WHAT I ACTUALLY LOVE BUBBLES ANON NOW SO YOU CAN JUST TAG ME THAT WAY ☺️💌✋🏻🌻 ALSO HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AHEAD BYEEEEE

perfect, i'm happy you like it! i'll keep that then ♡🌺 HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT TOO

#anon answered #bubbles anon

[threeletterslife]

Hiiii I'm sorry I've been inactive for a while :/ I'm just less active on tumblr nowadays, and the fact that I can't post when I'm on the site really isn't helping ajshhshd (it doesn't let me add tags from my phone? but TAGS ARE MY LIFE and I can only go on my phone because of the vpn :( )

Anyway I am here!! For chapter 13!!! I'll try to read chapter 14 soon too ajshdhdbd

It is currently 1am so do not expect my thoughts to be coherent

A YEAR ON SOLARIA LETS GOOOOO

Rant on the general? Yes please, I will gladly listen to this

Omg not the meaningful(?) Dreams... (there's a word I'm looking for but my brain is not working I mean like...... dreams what have deeper meanings.... mystic? mmmmmmmmmmmmm I don't know you know what I mean)

Battlefield talks???? Things are PROGRESSING I like this

I understand why people would want her out on the battlefield but also my girl hasn't been trained properly??? Yeah she's learned to wield her fire but it'll take a lot more time to learn how to fight with it

Ah, yeah she's very empathetic and doesn't really deal with pain and death too well, as we've seen before. But also she's also been very open about her patriotism for solaria, so I'm wondering what she would have to say about this

Captain Im's speech ayyyyyy. (No but seriously) she's well spoken and a GREAT fucking debater, she handled that effortlessly

WAIT PLEASE I KNOW YOONGI'S GONNA BE TOO WORRIED ABOUT HER HES GONNA GO ROGUE

He went rogue 😭😭😭😭 this is so fun to watch look at him

“Officer Ryu’s going to give him a little visit and change his mind again.” — OMG PLEASE YES

You doubt it? Well, sir, its going to happen anyway because ✨plot✨ (and you're head over heels for y/n so you have to do what she says, and besides letting your emotions get in the way like this is a HUGE fucking mistake)

Also is this how she's gonna meet jungkook? Cause he's from darlaria.... ajshhxhsbs I should think so much ahead let's skip back (NO BUT SOMEBODY IN THE DARLAREAN ARMY WILL RECOGNISE HER I'M CALLING IT)

Yes, he's in denial. He doesn't want to admit he's in love with a darlarean :(((

Y/n knows she's darlarean right? She just doesn't care... her heart is solarian through and through

HES IN DENIAL THIS IS SO CUTE AJSHXHHXJSJS

Oh :( love and war and death :( YOURE GONNA KILL OFF YOONGI ARENT YOU??? YOU MAKE HIM GO ON THESE LONG SWEET TANGENTS BECAUSE YOURE PLANNING ON KILLING HIM YOUR MONSTER

I'm sorry, I shouldn't assume. bUT IF YOU DO IT I WILL BE AT YOUR DOOR FOR REVENGE

...no it doesn't make sense that she wasn't there? I don't know man I mean shouldn't she have a say in whether she fights?

WHY DID HIS BROTHER SHIFT TONE MIDSENTENCE I- "Am I good enough, brother? 🥺🥺🥺🥺" "Youre good enough for me" :))) "yoUR ENOUGH IS SUBPAR THATS TGE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND ME" ??????????? Mid conversation??? his brother needs help 😭😭

This conversation hurts so much seeing it from yoongi's point of view like.... he's messing up so much right now conversation-wise but only because he's sOFT

Ah... yeah I think jungkook will recognise her and the the story will continue from there

Part of me is like LET THE GIRL FIGHT but on the other hand I DONT WANT HER TO MEET JUNGKOOK.please dear God just let her and yoongi have their love story, I'm sure jungkook's a great guy but live triangles stress me the HELL out and I will cry

Why would he ever care for a darlarean? Wow, it really shows how he's been raised to not even think of them as humans...

THE TENSION OHHH this isn't good for my heart

CAPTAIN MOON'S BACKSTORY HELLO??????? Sweetheart I want to hug you 😭😭😭

Captain moon is spiritual  I can see that, and I'm GLAD we got a meaning to the dream. Y/n is the ✨change✨

FINALLY THE GEM THANK YOU

THATS IT??? I WAS SO SURE IT WOULD B ESOMETBING IMPORTANT AHHHH

Great chapter as ever, love <3 ill try to read chapter 14 soon Have a great day!!

omg no don't apologize!! i can't believe tumblr has the audacity to mess with your tags >:((( ugh

nevertheless, you're here and i have received yet another one of your amazing asks!! (i can't believe you're writing these so late omg 😭 my brain shuts off at 11 these days 💀) but then again, i feel like the best time to read is at night because i'm more prone to ~feels~

ANYWAYS. yes! can you believe it's almost been a year? coincidentally, it's also been almost around a year since i've begun to actually write this series! time flies, doesn't it

LMAO i love writing the battlefield scenes! in the original plot, there weren't as many politics/technical aspects of the war involved, but as i began writing, adding it just felt right LOL

in this household, we love and respect captain im. that is all i have to say

LMAO i like your line of thinking 👀 we will see about your predictions!!! (please don't come for me; i am scared)

yoongi's siblings are... interesting. we'll get into them more in future chapters *wink wink*

the general's too soft for his own good LOL. but we love to see it

captain moon is totally an underrated officer! nobody thinks twice about her because she's always off praying to the spirits, but it's the only connection she has left with her family. a lot of the officers' backstories are tragic. like wait till we get to captain goe's 💀

:)))))) don't worry the gem will come up again <3

and THANK YOU! as usual, for writing such a long review so late at night!! i love reading through your scene-by-scene reactions LOL. it's one of the things that just motivates me to write more! have a wonderful day/night/afternoon!

#ask #chimchiekookie #lod #legends of darlaria

[youbloodymadgenius]

Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 4

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2877

Additional note: This is the final chapter. There'll be an epilogue, but you'll have to wait a bit because there are a lot of challenges I've signed up for and I'm way behind schedule.

Enjoy 🙂

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Devastated and angry at the world. That's how Ivar is feeling.

Holed up in his room since the night before, and despite Lagertha incessant requests, he doesn’t plan to come out, not now at least. Come to think of it, he might as well decide never to leave his room again.

He can't stand the idea of facing his brothers. He doesn't want to have to tell them about his failure. He doesn't want to endure Ubbe's pity and condescendence. He doesn't want to see the look of triumph on Sigurd's face. The thought makes his stomach lurch while at the same time a murderous urge creeps into his mind. No, he definitely can't see his brothers.

Surprisingly, and unlike Lagertha, his brothers have left him alone, as if sensing that entering his room would be as moving into a minefield. Only Hvitserk had taken a chance earlier, cautiously poking his head through the door. His disapproving look obvious when his eyes had taken in the scene before him, Ivar's belongings scattered on the floor, some of them smashed into pieces.

"I got you a chocolate muffin from the kitchen, baby bro," he had explained, putting it on a nearby shelf, and it had almost brought a smile to Ivar's face. To Hvitserk, there's no predicament that can't be improved with comfort food.

"Look, Ivar," scratching his neck, Hvitserk had then said, "I don't know what happened and I don't want to pressure you. You tell me when you're ready, if you are. But I'm here, okay? Whatever the time of day or night, you don't have to be alone if you don't want to. If I'm upstairs, just call me, okay?" With these words, he was gone, the door closed.

Ivar can't get the events of the previous evening out of his mind. Like a waking nightmare, they are playing over and over in his head: how he had freaked out when he heard the beeps; the confused and then so disappointed look you had given him when he sputtered his need to leave; finally, his shameful escape into the night.

What could he have done? What should he have done?

He does know the answer. He should have been more cautious. He should have checked the time, asked for your number and just walked away.

On the other hand, what difference would it have made? He would still have no future with you, right? He would still be a cripple, and you would still be... you... perfect... too good for him.

So yeah, he had run away like a coward. He lets out a bitter chuckle to himself. Run away? Who is he kidding? He hadn't run away, that would have been too easy. Cripples don't run away. Without his cane – why the fuck did he leave it behind?? – he had pathetically limped away, stumbling, his feet sinking into the sand. He had still been on the beach when the battery had died. He had had no other choice but to crawl like a worm the rest of the way, silently praying to the gods that the darkness of the night would prevent you from seeing him like this.

Tears of despair run down his cheeks for the umpteenth time. He's used to feeling humiliated, but feeling humiliated and heartbroken simultaneously is really too much to take. He feels like he's dying from the inside over and over again, cursing himself for wanting to attend the party, for wanting to see you again. He should never have let his walls down, he should never have dared to hope. What was he thinking? He may have walked, and even danced with you, but at the end of the day, he still is a pitiable cripple with stupid, crooked legs, in love with a girl way out of his league.

If he's being honest, that's what hurts the most. He now realizes how delusional he had been. Holding on to a dead dream for years, he had not forseen the painful yet unavoidable reality check. And now, it's like he's been hit by a train. Because there's no denying it, dreaming of a life with you is no longer an option, not after last night. And even though it's almost unbearable, he knows now he has to let go of you, of the idea of you and him being together. As much as this mere thought is devastating, he has no other choice. He has to stop fooling himself, for his own sanity, if nothing else.

Giving a guttural cry, much like that of a wounded animal, Ivar doesn't hear when the front doorbell rings. Not that he would have reacted even if he had heard it, too busy wallowing in self-pity.

***

"Thank you for having us here on such short notice, my dear." Your uncle states joyfully, his eyes sparkling, as Lagertha greets him with a handshake and a tight-lipped smile. Even though you don't know why, it's obvious that she's not his biggest fan.

Your uncle, who doesn't seem to notice – or doesn't care, you're not sure – keeps giving her a beaming smile. "My niece here," he turns his head toward you for a short moment, "has a weird request. She met a boy yesterday, during the party. He lost something and my sweet Y/N has been adamant since this morning that she wants to find him and personally return it to him. We were wondering," he turns his gaze in the direction of the couch, "if it could be one of your wards."

There are indeed three young men, half sprawled on the couch, who get up as one when Lagertha gives them a stern look. If you vaguely remember having seen them before, a single glance is enough for you to know that the one you're looking for is not among them.

You're on the verge of saying so but your uncle doesn't give you a chance to. "See boys," he unceremoniously grabs the cane you're holding behind your back, "here is the lost item. A cane! Fairly uncommon, if you ask me. Anyway... Does this... thing belong to any of you?"

Since you know it doesn't, you're surprised when two of the guys both take a step forward. "Actually, it's mine," they say in unison, each of them only then becoming aware that the other is speaking.

Dumbstruck, you look at one then the other successively. They've got a lot of nerve! You know they're lying, and you would have known it even if these two idiots hadn't spoken at the same time. They just look nothing like your handsome stranger – if he's a stranger.

"Sigurd, you know it's mine!"

"Don't play dumb, you never use a cane, Ubbe! Whereas me, I do sometimes. Everyone knows artists tend to be eccentric, right?"

The blondest one – Sigurd if you heard right – points his finger at a guitar leaning against the wall and then winks at you, "I'm a musician, you know?" You don't even have time to roll your eyes as the other one – Ubbe? – yells, his nostrils flaring.

"Shut up Sig, you're so full of shit! You know I've got a sprained ankle!"

"A sprained ankle, no kidding? Who did a ten-kilometer run today, huh? It's not me! So, you are the one going to shut up, you fucking douchebag!"

It's almost funny to watch them arguing back and forth. If you weren't so pissed off, you'd laugh. But right now, you're mostly mad at them. Their blatant lies make your blood boil with anger.

Are they really thinking you're a complete idiot? That you can be fooled so easily? Who do they think they are? Who do they think you are? Some stupid chick ready to fall for their good looks? If they think that, they're kidding themselves.

"You're the fucking douchebag, Sig!! Don’t forget I'm the oldest!"

"And what's the difference, huh? You can't have all the girls, Ubbe! Keep fucking Margrethe and just let me be! Stop being a controlling asshole!"

"STOP!!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!"

Lagertha's shout is deafening and if looks could kill, these two morons would be lying dead on the floor right here, right now.

"Y/N, my dear," Lagertha gives you an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry for that. I swear they usually know how to behave, better than that at least. Guess they don't know how to handle your striking beauty. Now sweetheart, tell me, is one of these two knuckleheads the one you were with last night?"

The silence that falls on the room after her question is so complete that you could hear a pin drop. Acutely aware that all eyes are on you, you shyly lower your gaze, shaking your head slightly, as you clasp your hands over your belly. You eventually speak, your eyes meeting Lagertha's, and you can see she knows what you're going to say. "No, the guy I was with last night is not one of them."

"How can you be so sure?" Sigurd's voice is soft and tentative now, and Ubbe adds, seemingly for once in agreement with his younger brother, "yeah, how can you? It was pretty dark after all."

You give them a smile. "How can I be so sure? You mean beside the fact that you obviously don't need a cane? Neither of you?" The third brother, who still hasn't opened his mouth, chuckles, giving you a thumbs up. "Look, I appreciate your interest, I really do, but neither of you are the one I am looking for. Therefore," you look at your uncle, "we should leave, don't you think?" Checking the time on your watch, you shrug. "What about the Eyvindsson family? Didn't you tell me about three brothers? We may have time to go and see them tonight if we hurry."

Your uncle nods, handing you back the cane. "You're right, Y/N, we should leave." Taking two steps forward, he grabs Lagertha's hand. "Sorry dear, we will waste no more of your time."

You're about to thank her when one of the boys clears his throat. "Ahem..."

Turning your head, you're surprised to see the third brother, the silent one, raising his hand. "I think I might know who this cane belongs to." Frowning, he glances at his brothers. "And you both know it too."

"Shut up, Hvitserk!" Sigurd spits, clenching his hands into fists. "Don't bring the fucking cripple into the conversation."

"Sigurd! Keep your mouth shut!" Lagertha glares at him for several long seconds then her face softens as she looks at Hvitserk, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What are you trying to say, Hvitserk? Do you think this cane belongs to your baby brother?"

Hvitserk nods. "I know it does, actually."

"Come on, Hvit, you're talking nonsense. It cannot be, it just cannot. That guy was standing. It wasn't our brother. Our brother wasn't there last night." Ubbe stubbornly insists, but Hvitserk just shakes his head.

"Of course, he was. I saw him. And don't bullshit me, Ubbe, you saw him too. With Y/N." Hvitserk states. That's when you realize that your palms are sweating and your pulse is racing.

Hvitserk keeps going, now speaking to his guardian. "I know what I saw, Lagertha. It was him. I don't know how, but he was standing, Ubbe is right. He was even walking. It may sound weird but I swear, it was him."

Lagertha nods. "I believe you, Hvitserk." A beaming smile spreads across her lips and she tilts her head. "I wouldn't be surprised if Floki had something to do with such a miracle. Go get your brother, Hvitserk, please."

Your heart leaps at these words, you're barely able to contain your excitement and as you let out a nervous chuckle, you cannot help but jump for joy. Needless to say, Ubbe and Sigurd seem much less enthusiastic than you.

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Reluctantly following his brother, Ivar mutters under his breath, "you're pissing me off, Hvit. I'm fucking not in the mood for whatever you have in mind."

Hvitserk pays him no mind though, a small smile dancing on his lips. "Trust me, baby bro, you'll be in the mood."

Ivar wants to protest, or maybe just turn around and wheel back to his room but all at once the sound of your voice reaches his ears and he stops, frozen in place, his eyes wide open. He may have stopped breathing.

Patting his shoulder reassuringly, Hvitserk whispers, "It's Y/N, baby bro, but I have a feeling you already know. She's here for you, she was looking for you, Ivar. Go..." before giving a single push to his brother's wheelchair, his right hand on the backrest.

Ivar honestly doesn't know how he manages to wheel himself into the living room. What he does know, however, is that you're suddenly standing right in front of him. The heart stopping smile you flash him blows all the air out of his lungs, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, and the outside world – Lagertha, his brothers, Harald – ceases to exist.

A little voice tells him he should be feeling self-conscious with his hair all messy and wearing worn sweatpants, but he can't bring himself to care, not when you kneel in front of him with stars in your eyes.

"Here you are, finally," you breathe, gently placing a hand on his knee. Ivar didn't know until now that one could die of happiness, but that's exactly what he's feeling and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Swallowing, he blinks several times. When he speaks, his voice trembles, his bottom lip quivering. "Hello Y/N, you were... looking for... for me?" He has trouble getting the words out, his nervous fingers fidgeting on his lap.

Grabbing both his hands in yours, you nod, your thumbs stroking his knuckles tenderly. "I was, yes, and for a very long time."

Shyly lowering his head, Ivar, almost feeling dizzy, can't wrap his head around your words. They're just too good to be true. "But... why?"

"Why?" You giggle, your laughing eyes lighting up your face, and he's positive, you're even more beautiful like this. "Isn't it obvious? I want to know more about you, what's your favorite color, what you eat for breakfast, where you see yourself in ten years. I just want to spend time with you, Ivar."

'Ivar' You've just said his name and it's like the sweetest music to his ears. He can't believe it. Wow. "You... You recognized me?" There's so much hope and joy in his voice, he cringes.

You shrug, your smile never leaving your lips. "I wasn't sure at first. You've changed a lot." Your hand cups his cheek. The sensation on his skin is so overwhelming he has to hold back the tears threatening to gush. Yet, he can't help but think you're speaking about his legs.

He grits his teeth. "Yeah... Standing tall can change a man."

"No! no, no, no," you retort without missing a beat, "That's not what I meant. In my memory you still looked like you did when we were ten, but look at you now, all grown up! Your hair was so short back then." Reaching out, you brush a strand of hair back and tuck it behind his ear before letting your fingers run slowly down and up his bulging biceps, your hand finally lingering on his forearm, "Plus, you clearly work out a lot. So, yeah, I thought it was you, but I wasn't sure. When we were dancing last night, I thought I'd ask you right after, but then you left and... well... I didn't have a chance..."

Ivar wraps his fingers around yours, a frown creasing his forehead. "About that, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like–"

You shush him, holding a finger to his lips. "It doesn't matter, Ivar. You don't have to explain. All that matters is that I found you." Standing up, you lean forward and gently kiss his cheek and he feels like he's floating. Intertwining his fingers with yours, you whisper in his ear, "I reckon we got some lost time to make up, you and me. Can we go stargazing now?"

Hearing this makes Ivar's insides turn to jelly. Barely able to think, he is on cloud nine and wishes with all his heart never to come back down to earth again. But despite the daze, despite the fog in his head, despite the blinding happiness, he knows one thing: no matter how many stars he sees, you'll be the brightest one.

"Yes, Y/N, you're right," bringing your hand to his mouth, he gives it a kiss, "let's go stargazing."

And as he leaves the room, you walking alongside him with your hand on his shoulder, his heart filled with joy and wonder, he doesn't miss the thumbs up Hvitserk gives him, nor the scowl on Ubbe's and Sigurd's faces.

For a fleeting second, he thinks he should – he could – taunt them. They deserve to be laughed at, don't they? But then, he realizes he doesn't have time for that. The time for happiness has come, and it's far more important.

Giving you a beaming smile, Ivar inhales deeply before releasing a sigh of satisfaction. Yeah. Happiness. Happiness sounds good.

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Ivar’s taglist: @waiting4inspiration @honestsycrets @lisinfleur @saldelys @gearhead66 @inforapound @readsalot73 @milkkygirls @xbellaxcarolinax @shannygoatgruff @zuxiezendler @hecohansen31 @lonewolf471 @fuckindiva @tgrrose @didiintheblog @peachyboneless @pieces-by-me @funmadnessandbadassvikings @ethereallysimple @destynelseclipsa @cocovikings23 @xceafh @mrsalwayswrite @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @pomegranates-and-blood @jadelynlace @grimeundglow @quantumlocked310 @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom @adrille88

Ivarello's taglist: @not-another-viking-fanfic-blog @hashimily @prepare4trouble @supernaturalvikingwhore @funmadnessandbadassvikings @heavenly1927 @dini73

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[sambashua]

Hello friends! I was tagged by the main babes OMMO AND KOLBO aka @strawberryboo & @babybyuny for the lock screen/home screen/last song/selfie tag! (sorry this isn’t actually a selfie but it’s fine you can fight me if you want)

I’m gonna tag some people I don’t tag as often this time lol @everyonesabiaswrecker @taeismyking (except cass nd jords bc you have actually the most wonderful lock screens they must be shared) @squishywonu @squishyshua @squishywooji @sweetalking @jungnoir (i know i tag you too mj but i always need more content of ya gorgeous face tbh) and some new(ish) mutuals ! @lovjeon @22wooji @shuaplum @dowoon-yoon and @papajinjin but only do this if you want to ofc:)

#tagged #the theme of this tag is clearly babes: wonu hyuna sunmi ommo nd koblo nd the quality babes i tagged #fuck i spelled kolbo wrong in that tag rip #it's fine #i love tagging the squishysquad i'm sorry if this bugs you guys rip but it's so pleasing to see all your urls agdjhfk #send that pic of me to jjh to get on his good graces @ eep #pls #i didn't tag kat bc i knew she'd judge my notifs i'M SORRY #it matches sunmi's shirt tho #shoutout to jords for the lock screen #and al for the pic even tho she doesn't have tumblr hm #pls ignore my ratchet nails and look at my shirt bc there are foxes #i hate that pic the more i look at it dear god #oh well #lemme know if you don't wanna be tagged in these types of things pls! #i also tag @ sister but i'm too lazy to add her in now #mir moos #not my face

[cure-icy-writes]

for the fanfic ask game: F, G, K, and R maybe?

ooooooo, all right!~

F: well it said a snippet of one of my favorite dialogue scenes but. i'm just going to use this as an excuse to share a deleted scene that didn't make it into the final fic, but i'm reaalllllly proud of.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch me,” Elle growled, stance shifting defensively. “My apologies. I won’t.” Elle watched her then a little longer, like a cornered pokemon. Cyllene stepped back, folding her arms behind her back and staring impassively. “I get to choose whether I forgive you. Not you,” the girl snarled, voice shaking. “You don’t get to force me to hug it out and make it all better. You don’t get to touch me without my consent. You don’t get to control me. This is your first, and only warning.” “I understand,” Cyllene said. Then, quieter, “I truly am sorry, but words are cheap from the mouth of one you do not trust. So I will prove myself by action.” “Okay. Thank you.” Just a flicker of an expression crossed her face, then the sky-faller was gone.

This scene is like. GAH. So much righteous anger, and it hammers home one of the major points of Elle's character-- that all her life, touch has been used as a tool to manipulate her, and even if the touch isn't sexual in nature, her consent still matters and she's not going to take shit from anyone anymore.

G: Ah, yeah... Well! I write very much out of order. Skipping around and moving with the motivation, then filling in later, works best for me. I also have an odd little habit where I'll churn out dialogue, then go back and add tags for it. I guess dialogue is easiest for me? I imagine the back and forth, and then I turn it into prose later.

K: Ohhhhh boy..... the angstiest idea I've ever had. Listen I was an edgy child when I started out. I was going through it and consider it kind of an edgelord thing, because yeah while I wrote some deathfics they were more shocking than interesting. In more recent times....hm. Unsure what you would consider angst? I have a Fucked Up AU with some friends where a character gets uh. well they get cursed, then arrested, then restrained and gaslit a whole bunch while their blood is being stolen, then kidnapped and used as a blood bank while their medication is being witheld to keep them compliant, then their parents show up and they might get concussed and then they're almost buried alive. By said parents.

R: Any writers I consider an influence.... hm. Well, say what you will about jk rowling's abyssmal worldbuilding, use of sketchy tropes, and transphobic rhetoric, and you'd be absolutely right, but I do like her flow and pacing. There's also @highabovethecloudssomewhere, who hasn't been active in a while as far as I know, but her works hold very fond memories for me, as does the community formed around them. And then, of course, Leslie Feinberg and Stone Butch Blues. I aspire to that level of poetry, because dear fucking god that shit was raw and Jess was a very heavy inspiration for Hilda from Reshiram's Perdition. Kafka Asagiri's Bungou Stray Dogs, for the literary references and deeply fascinating takes on the cycle of abuse, as well as. Well. Atsushi my beloved catboy, may he please get some fucking therapy he literally has C-PTSD. Oh! And @collabwithmyself has influenced my writing and worldviews lately-- namely, i've picked up a few tropes from him. Weight gain as a form of healing and catboys/catgirls as a metaphor for neurodivergency my beloved! Oh, and I absolutely picked up my enjoyment of horror from the magnus archives, so i suppose jonny sims? seems like he grew disaffected with the work near the end, but i really hope he's doing okay and grows to love it again, flaws and all.

#ask game #apologies for tagging you two i just. hnnn #*hands you this and runs*

[imastrangeone98]

Thank you so much for your reblog of "Cloaked hearts". It means so much to me that people genuinely enjoy this angst I wrote. It broke my heart for more that 35 days in a row (coming up with the idea, laying down the summary, extensively writing it, editing, editing again, and again, proofreading before publishing).

I love the tags you put when you rebloged, btw, I'm sorry if it hurt you too much, but tbh... that was the intention when I wrote/published that. 🤭💜

If you want to add anything else about the fic but felt like you shouldn't leave too many comments, my dear, feel free to leave as many words as you want in your reblogs 🥺💜

-Biscuit, happy af.

Ayo, this god(dess) of a writer actually messaged me?!?! I have been blessed, dont mind while I scream to high heaven 😩😩🥺🥺

But honest to god, that piece made me lay in bed for nearly an hour, contemplating the unimaginable struggles and joys of being a single parent- ushijima having to give up his dream of being a volleyball pro to be a parent is something that many real single parents have probably done in order to give their child a better life, and it's so painful to have to watch him being a parent and also having very human emotions about his deceased wife, because his emotions are very valid.

But also... that poor baby girl. Reading that struggle in the end about how she was blaming herself, her dad, the universe about that tragedy of her mother- god, no child should ever have to endure such pain. And it's so realistically written that reading the confrontation between father and daughter was so gutwrenching because you can't help but completely understand both sides of the argument. He is only doing his best to be a parent that provides, and she only wants someone to be there for her.

Also, fuck Karla XD

You are such a powerful writer, and this voice is something I admire. Also, I admire the fact that you can write angst- if I tried to write angst I think I'd just cry haha

#thank you for writing this #also your piece deserves to be reblogged on a thousand accounts

[areluctantsblog]

Teacher!Tony wrong number au - Part 9

Part1   Part2   Part3   Part4   Part5   Part6   Part7   Part8

Fucking finally, ey? I can’t tell you how incredibly grateful I am for all the support this story kept getting during this huge hiatus. Make no mistake, it was you, dear people, who got me through it, especially in the past couple of month, while my inspiration warred with my guilt and anxiety about this story.

I tag each and every one of you with a special thank you! @scarletmanuka1 @whenfandomscollide @speckledcoffeecups @hogwartstoalexandria @aoifelaufeyson​  @geekmom13  @red-eyes88​ @Pretzelpoetry @lunakir​ @airebellah​ @starkercrossedlovers​ @smidnite​ @try--again2244 @greyastocoal​ @ur-fav-starker-stan @prihoney​ @ravens-starker-stuff​ @starker-reader​ @emeraldstark @starkerxstarker​ @maqnusbae​ @nyctophile3000​ @spider-iron-man​ @rebel13lion39​ @youknowwhoiamx @theatrekidwithissues​ @blueyoshi97 @t-hollands-bitch​ @starkerintheparker

Have fun reading!

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Peter scoffs, but some of the weight lifts from his chest even though he still doesn’t have any idea what to tell his best friend. He sees Ned typing, so he waits for his next message.

The tight knot around Peter's windpipe loosens a bit as a soft chuckle escapes him.

Seeing his friend's apology prompts Peter to reply. He types hastily. 

Peter stares at the screen for a long minute before hitting call with a sigh. His chest feels like a battlefield where warm fuzzy butterflies war with cold clammy hands that cut off his breath. 

“Hey, man, what’s up?” comes his best friend’s excited voice.

“Um, hi," Peter chokes out and winces at how feeble he sounds. 

Every time he talks about it, he feels an ever bigger mess. It's as if talking about it would make it more real. Less easy to handle. And yet, when he's with Tony—God, he's been with Tony twice now!—things seem to come so easily. Why does it have to become so complicated when he thinks about it? Sure, when he's with Tony, his mind is reduced to mush, but at least he doesn't wonder about how real things are. And even if they were real, wouldn’t he feel happy? Euphoric even… Peter groans. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Peter hurries to say. It rings false even to his own ears, and yet it helps him realise that objectively it’s true. He's panicking, yes, but nothing's really wrong. At least not with him. When he thinks about Tony though, his heart aches.

Ned remains silent.

“Um,” Peter starts again. “That’s not… It’s complicated. I’m okay, though. Well, I'm a mess," he admits, voice cracking, "but that's no news." He needs to take a break. He's having difficulty breathing and he feels hot all over. He wants to tell Ned, wants to somehow be able to explain the turmoil within him, but he can’t get the words out. He rakes his fingers through his hair, scraping the back of his neck with more force than necessary.

“Anyway…” he starts, pumping himself to speak the words. What comes out instead is… Not the words he meant.  “How was your ride home?” His voice betrays him again, jumping several notes higher.

Ned laughs. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d be happy to tell you about all the wonders a half-an-hour subway ride can offer, but I really don’t believe that you’re interested in that right now.”

“No, you are right,” Peter admits, deflating. At least his voice sounds like his own now, even though it’s weak again. "Something… Something has happened.” 

He can hear a sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line.

Fuck, he still hasn't thought this through. How can he tell it to Ned? However involuntary Tony’s confidence might have been, he can’t betray it. And now he's given the wrong impression. 

“Nothing like that," he assures quickly. "Nothing like you know, between us. It’s about Tony and I don’t think he’d appreciate if I told you,” Peter confesses. “I’m sorry,” he adds, readying himself for a hurt comeback.

He's an idiot. Why has he teased, if he won't spill it? 

“Wow, man. You know a secret about your crush?”

At first, Peter barely notices how different his best friend sounds than he expected, but then he processes it and as the excitement in Ned's voice penetrates his mind, he sags with relief.

"You're the best, Ned, you know that, right?" Peter sighs. 

"Come off it," Ned huffs, but Peter can tell that he's pleased. 

He smiles and thinks.

"I mean, it's kinda personal," he admits, "and well, I'm not telling it, so it's secret, I guess."

There’s a moment of silence before they both burst out laughing. The heavy feeling in Peter’s chest finally dissipates, and heat pools into its place as the butterflies win the battle inside him. He pulls his pillow to his chest, and squeezes it tightly to keep himself from wriggling and squealing. 

"Wow, man."

"Yeah," Peter's voice breaks. 

"Do you think that he…?" Ned doesn't finish, but he doesn’t need to: Peter's brain supplies several different options in a heartbeat.

Does Tony know how he feels? How does Tony feel about Peter now? Are the days events really such a big deal or is it just Peter obsessing again? They were so close. Not just physically. But physically, too and every cell in Peter’s body comes alive with the memories of holding the man he loves in his arms.

Before he could voice any of that—if he even would want to voice any of that, which he is in absolutely no condition to decide with his heart swelling to twice its usual size and threatening to explode—Ned speaks over the phone.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Peter but I gotta go. Family thing. Talk later?”

“Sure,” Peter assures. “Go on, I’m fine.”

He isn’t. He finds that out as soon as there’s silence at the other end of the line. Despite his elation and excitement the “what now?” that takes the place of his best friend’s voice in his mind makes his stomach drop. He opens his eyes, hoping that it will ground him—and wondering when he had closed them in the first place—, but it only makes it worse. He blinks at his bedside cabinet and his eyes gloss over. The objects cluttered there confront him painfully with himself and he squeezes his eyes shut, throat tight. He’s a child. A pathetic little kid, who’s still reading comics and plays with Legos. Who wastes his time figuring out fictional spaceships’ mechanics instead of building something in real life. Fine, he has his research but what does he do with that? After telling Tony on Friday that he has big plans for the weekend, he’s spent half of it stupidly pining for a man so obviously out of his league that it’s ridiculous.

A man, he wants so much that it hurts. A man who he held in his arms just a few hours ago. A man whose scent, inexplicably, still lingers in his nostrils. Did it soak itself into his clothes? His skin? Or is it just his imagination? Peter doesn’t care. He inhales deeply and lets the memory of their hug wash over him. It didn’t last nearly as long as he wished, but now he can linger and explore the sensations coursing through his body. The emotions that didn’t register over his nervousness and shock at the time hit him all at once. His skin is tingling, hot all over, and he squeezes his pillow tighter to his chest, just like he did when Tony was shaking and out of it. He doesn’t want that for him, but god, he yearns to touch him like that again, without holding back, without sparing a thought to decorum. He wants to do it for pleasure.

The intensity of it all tears a sob out of Peter and he shifts in his bed to bury his face into his pillow. Then, he moves his hips again. And again. It feels good. Comforting. Relieving.

Until he realises that he’s hard.

Peter gasps and pushes his flaming face deeper into his pillow but he can’t help rutting against his rumpled duvet again. He shouldn’t, but at that moment he can’t think of a reason why. He whimpers desperately and arches his back to press more tightly against the mattress. He’s breaking out in sweat, and by then the hotness in his cheeks has less to do with shame than arousal. Everything he’s been feeling in the past couple of days is coming together in this hot feeling that washes over him and sweeps away his restraint. It leaves him weak and breathless, but right then he doesn’t need anything else than the friction against his erection and that solid, warm presence against his chest.

He inhales sharp, craving to gulp down Tony’s scent, aching to feel the scratch of his goatee on his cheeks and to hear his low voice in his ears. Peter hugs him tighter and moans, despite his best effort, as his climax hits him. He shudders through his orgasm, then, a leaden weight seeps into his limbs in the wake of his ecstasy. He’s still panting, but he’s too exhausted to open his eyes. He just needs a minute, just a minute to catch his breath and come around…

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Hope you liked it! Hopefully, you won’t have to wait too long for part 10, because I’ve already started it.

#starker #starker fic #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #tony x peter #teacher!tony #wrong number au #part 9

[aaron-rdr2]

Ashamed of my body

Pairing: Dutch Van Der Linde & Josiah Trelawny

Tags: Angst, Smut.

Rating: Teen and up audience

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Josiah and Dutch stand opposite each other in an empty wooden cabin. Far away from preying eyes and ears. They are a couple since three days now. But Dutch is real nervous today.

,,You know Josiah. There's something on my body who brought my ex male partners and my two ex gemal partners to laugh about me. It hurted me. I was born like that. I can't do anything about it." Dutch start shy.

Josiah never seen him so weak, vulnerable and anxious. It somehow scares him.

,,I-it's a long time ago the last time I belonged to someone. I want you to mark me, I want to Mark you, I want you to make love to me. But I only can allow you to do it, when you accept me as I am. And I'm scared and feel ashemd to shoe myself. I'm afraid you laugh at me to." He Sighs.

Oh my. He looks anxious and nervous.

,,Dutch, whatever it is... I don't force you to show it to me." Josiah say honest.

,,I know angel. And I thank you for that. But I want to do it. I wanna see if I can really trust you." He answers.

And then he slowly open his vest and shirt, and throw both away. And then he open his gunbelt and lay it carefully on the table next to him. Then he slowly opens his jeans. He get rid of his boots and socks. And then he remove his jeans and underwear at one go. He kik both away. And then he looks away anxious and unsure. His cheecks are flushed. He's totttaly ashemd. Josiah at first dosen't notice why. But then he see it. Josiah is surprisingly shocked. His mouth drop open a bit. He didn't expected that. But it's nothing to laugh at. He's born with it, he can't change it! And Josiah still love Dutch as he is. Even though he has a female genital down there and his back entrance, instead of balls and a cock.josiah close his mouth again.

,,So you're born with it you say. Can you get pregnant?" Josiah asks.

,,No." Dutch answers.

The Dutchman is shaking slightly.

,,Look at me dear boy." Josiah whispers.

He stepped closer to the slightly taller man. He takes one of Dutch's hand in his. With his other hand he slowly turn Dutch's face in his direction. Both man lock eyes. And then Josiah slowly bend forward, and kiss Dutch softly on the lips. Dutch hesitated for a moment, but then he melted into the kiss.

,,I still love you as you are dear boy."

,,You sure? They always said I'm a girl." Dutch says hurt.

,,I'm totally sure. Your still pretty and still a man for me. Your not a girl, don't listem to them!" Josiah answers softly.

This time Dutch kiss Josiah softly.

,,C'mon honey lay down on the bed and spread your legs for me. Show me that pretty slit of yours come on." Josiah whispers into Dutch's ear with his deep voice with strong English accent.

Dutch unsure walks to the bed and lay down on his back. His head is resting on the headboard. But he didn't spread his legs. He's to shy and unsure. Josiah remove his vest and shirt, and just let them fall to the ground. Then he joins Dutch on the bed. He sit at his feed. Waiting for Dutch to open his legs. But he don't. Instead he blushes even more.

,,C'mon Daniël I know you can do it." Josiah whispers.

Josiah is the only one who can call Dutch by his real name, without getting killed or beaten in the face. And Dutch is the only one with barbers who is allowed to run his hands trough the Englishman's thick black hair, without getting smacked in the face. Then Dutch finnaly open up. But look shy away. Josiah crawl s between Dutch's legs. His cock twitching in excitement. He looks at Dutch's pretty slit. It's clean shaved. The only hair he got, is the happy trail from his navel down to the beginning of his slit. Damn it looks hot. Josiah's cock got semi-hard immideatly.

,,What a pretty sight. Watch me pretty boy." Josiah purrs.

And then Dutch shyly look at him. Josiah wet his index finger, and then let it wander slowly over Dutch's sensitive clit. Trough Dutch's body went a jolt, and he let out a loud moan immideatly. His slit got immideatly wet to. He seems to be pretty sensitive at the clit. Just like a girl. Josiah bent down and slowly start to suck at the clit, before he let his tounge wander over Dutch's slit and entrance. He taste so fucking good and sweet. The Dutchman is a moaning and panting mess. He clawed his hands into the sheets already. Josiah looks up to his lover.

,,I'm not used to it. Normally I have to pleasure myself. Sorry." Dutch says shy. And he blush even more, if this is still possible.

,,It's Alright. I love the sounds that you make. You taste so fucking delicious and sweet. I love it! You don't have to be ashamed big boy." Josiah whispers.

Dutch get a bit more flustered. And then Josiah let his tounge slip into Dutch's pretty slit. And that's it, one of Dutch's hands claws softly into the Englishman's thick black slicked back hair and mess it up. This caused the older man to moan, and it brought his dick to get painfully hard in his tight black fancy jeans. Both man, especially Dutch enjoy it verry much. And with every minute who passes, and with every lick of Josiah's tounge inside Dutch's slit or outside on his clit, Dutch relax more and more.

,,Yes that's it. Relax and trust me big boy. I take care of you. I got you." Josiah whispers against Dutch's slit, before he let his tounge dive in again.

,,Ahhh yes that's it schatje." Dutch moans.

Then he start to suck at the clot again, and slowly push his finger into Dutch. The leader let out a deep moan. Josiah start to slowly move his finger. It dosen't take long though, till Dutch is cuming hard arround Josiah's finger. And with a loud moan. Josiah want to pull his finger out. But Dutch stops him.

,,No go on. I want you to fuck me. I mean it." Dutch says breathless.

Josiah looks up to his lover.

,,You sure?"

,,Yes pleas schatje." Dutch gasp.

Then Jo add a second finger. Dutch let out a deep groan. He really seems to enjoy it. After a while he add a third one and start to move them again. Dutch is a moaning and panting mess. And Josiah's painfully hard cock twitches for attention. After a while he remove his fingers, and slowly get up to fully undress. Then he joins Dutch on the bed again.

,,How do you want it?" Josiah ask.

,,I wanna ride you."

,,Sure." Josiah answers.

Then both switch places. And Dutch position himself over the Englishman's big hard cock both man loco eyes, while Dutch slowly lowers himself on Josiah's thick, long and hard piece of meat.

,,Ah yes! So big." Dutch moans as he got all of Josiah in, and sit on god thighs.

,,You alright?" Jos ask worried.

,,Yeah I'm fine. Just my first time, and your so damn thick and long. I love it." The younger man gasp.

Dutch bend down, and kiss Josiah softly. Then Josiah make a hickey on Dutch's neck. Dutch will happily show it of. Because he belongs to Josiah from now on, and Josiah belong to him. After that he marks Josiah too. This brought the Englishman to moan, and caused his dick to twitch inside Dutch. After that Dutch sit up, and start to slowly ride the older man. After a while he speed up. Both man are a moaning mess.

,,My god! This feels so fucking good!" Dutch gasp.

,,It does. I'm close Dutch." Josiah gasp.

,,Me too."

And after a few minutes Dutch cum hard around Josiah. Je start to squirm wich drives Josiah crazy.

,,Dutch im close I can't!" Jos moans.

,,It's alright. Let it go. I can't get pregnant." Dutch moan.

And that's it, Josiah cuminh hard inside him immideatly. The older man arch his back in pleasure. He never felt that good. And by Dutch it's the same. He let himself slowly sink down on Jos. Then he kiss him softly, before he hides his head in the older man's neck.

,,I love you so much. Thank you." He murmurs.

,,I love you too. No worries big boy." Josiah smiles.

And then Dutch is asleep. Snoring lightly. Josi giggling to himself, before he also close his eyes, and fall asleep too. He loves Dutch as he is. He really do. And nothing will change that.

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I don't know how old Josiah is. Dutch is 41 and Josiah is 45 to me. From what he looks. I didn't found his real age though so it's just my opinion. I hope you liked it :)

#red dead redemption 2 #josiah trelawny #dutch van der linde

[elusive---ivory]

The Woman In Velvet pt 9

Holy shit????? 9 parts??? Holy moly???? This is insane!!! I can't believe people are actually interested lmao. Well, the masterlist will be up soon enough, as for now, enjoy.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNING: NSFW (near the end.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Taglist:

@princessgeekface @mijachula @gloomybih @memory-mortis @radio-hoo-ha @moonstruck-witchy (if you'd like to be apart of my Taglist. Just message me, and I'll tag you)

Sandy looked at herself in the mirror. It was almost 6. She looked over to her dress on the bed. It was a long black velvet gown that her mother used to wear. She picked it up from off the bed and posed with it in the full length mirror. As she slipped it on, she saw how comfortable it fit on her. Sandy laughed, twirling around in the dress.

She carefully applied her makeup. Her eyelashes touched her thick framed glasses as she pushed them back onto her face. Her lips were ruby red from her lipstick. Sandy smiled widely in the mirror.

Arthur watched as she got ready. He told previously that she could. God, did she look marvelous. Arthur watched her move.

Sandy caught Arthur staring at her through the doorway of the bedroom.

She smirked. "See something you like?"

Arthur blushed, looking away. "Uhh, yeah. Just you."

Sandy giggled at his boyish behavior. She looked over at the clock.

"Oh shit. It's 6. I'm heading out, Artie." Sandy kissed Arthur on his cheek.

He grabbed ahold of her hand. "Just be safe, please."

Sandy smiled, sweetly kissing his lips. "I will dear."

Arthur watched as she went out the door. His heart beated loudly in his chest. Arthur turned off the TV, heading out of his apartment.

Sandy's heels clicked on the pavement as she walked towards Dee's car.

"Sandy!" Dee yelled, excitedly. Her smile was wide with her dimples spreading ear to ear.

Dee pulled Sandy into a tight hug.

Sandy smiled, giving in to the hug. "Hey, Dee. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm just fantastic. Have you met my boyfriend, Doug?" Dee said, as a very tall man in a black suit emerged out of the car.

Sandy shook her head. "No, I don't think I have."

The man named 'Doug' grinned. "I don't think I have neither. Very nice to meet you, Sammy."

Sandy huffed. "It's Sandy."

"Oh, right, sorry." Doug falsely apologized.

Sandy rolled her eyes and got in the car.

The three of them rode down to Wayne Hall. Protesters in clown masks and makeup were yelling and screaming from left and right. Sandy looked around at the chaos, smiling a little bit.

"Look at this, Dee. Our city's in peril. I hope the asshole that caused this goes to hell." Doug rambled, behind the wheel.

Sandy turned her head towards Doug. "Funny you say that, Doug. I'm pretty sure the people outside would definitely love to hear you opinion on the matter." She remarked.

Doug glared at Sandy through the rear view window.

"We're here." Dee said, trying to cut the tension.

The three of them got out of the car. Sandy was still infatuated with the protest behind her. It gave her hope. She noticed someone sneaking off out of the crowd. It looked like a familiar yellow jacket.

"Hey, Sandy. You coming?" Dee called, pulling Sandy out of her thoughts.

Sandy backed up, blinking a little bit. "Uhh, yeah." She turned around and followed Dee into the bar.

It was a very elegant looking bar. The red lighting matched the velvet booths in the bar. Sandy looked around. There was a lot of older gentleman alongside very scandalous women. Sandy sat down at the booth.

"I'll take a dry martini, please." Dee told the waiter.

"Whiskey on the rocks." Doug ordered, taking out an expensive looking cigar.

Sandy raised her eyebrow at Doug. "I'll take a cherry cola."

"Really, Sandy? Come on. Live a little. Here I'll order you a chardonnay." Dee said, signaling towards the waiter.

"No, Dee. I'm cutting back on drinking. I already have a bad smoking habit. I don't need to add alcohol to that." Sandy said, leaning back in the booth.

"Alright, whatever you say." Dee rolled her eyes, teasing.

Sandy crossed her arms. Despite just getting here, Sandy already felt tired of babysitting them.

After a while, lots of the protesters swarmed inside the bar.

Doug, after having a total of five drinks, drunkenly stood up, yelling in their faces.

"Listen here, you fucking scum, ya got ten seconds to get out of my bar." Doug slurred, standing dangerously close to a protester's face.

"You got a problem, buddy?" The protester said, pushing Doug back.

"Yeah, you are." Doug pushed back.

Dee drunkenly stood up as well. "Yeah, you fucking tell him, babe."

Sandy watched in horror, dragging Dee back to her seat.

"Oh, yeah, well watch this tough guy." The protester took out a gun, shooting Doug in the face.

Dee and Sandy screamed, ducking under the table. Soon, a bar fight broke out between the protesters and the old gentleman at the bar.

Dee was hyperventilating. "What the fuck?!"

Sandy looked at Dee, putting her hands on her shoulders. "Calm down, Dee. We have to get out of her." Sandy calmly stated.

"What about Doug?" Dee exclaimed.

"He'll be fine. Just hand me the keys." Sandy grabbed on Dee's hand and ran outside the bar.

Sandy grabbed the keys from Dee and revved up the car. More protesters were yelling out on the streets. Sandy pulled out from the parking space, denting a few cars in the process, before driving off.

Sandy sighed in relief as they got away from the scene. She pulled over to her apartment building. She looked over to Dee, who was quivering in the front seat. Sandy, then, looked down under the seat for a pack of cigarettes. When she found some, Sandy stuck one in her mouth, getting lipstick all over it, and pressing the car's cigarette lighter.

Dee looked terrified at Sandy. "How can you be so calm in a situation like this? My boyfriend just got murdered."

Sandy looked over at Dee, again. She grabbed the cigarette lighter, lighting her cigarette, then blowing smoke out her nose.

"How long did you know your boyfriend?" Sandy asked, deflecting Dee's question.

"Well, a few weeks." Dee said, crossing her arms. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Sandy laughed. "A few weeks, huh? Was it before or after he paid you?"

Dee turned her head away from Sandy. "It was after. Ok? God, why are you being such a mega bitch?" Dee threw her hands in the air dramatically.

Sandy continued to laugh. She inhaled another drag from the cigarette. Slowly, her laughter subsided. "My heels broken. I should probably go home." Sandy said, blankly.

Dee eyed at Sandy's behavior. "Sandy, are you ok?"

Sandy smiled at Dee. "To be honest, I thought this night was gonna be a bust, but as it turns out, I feel fantastic."

She handed the keys to Dee as she got out of the car.

"I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I'm sure you can find another one that pays more." Sandy yelled, walking into her building.

Dee glared at Sandy as she walked away.

Sandy limped up to Arthur's apartment. She knocked on the door. To her surprise, the door was unlocked.

"Arthur?" She called.

Sandy looked around in the bed, then slowly moving to the kitchen. She noticed shelves and food were all over the floor. Gently, she opened the refrigerator door.

Arthur cradled himself, not wanting to face Sandy.

"Hey, Artie." Sandy spoke softly. "Why don't you come on out?"

Arthur gave no response.

"Please, Art?" Sandy put her hands on his knee.

Arthur looked over at Sandy, and grabbed ahold of her shoulders, sobbing into her.

Sandy petted his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

"Let me draw you a bath, dear." Sandy kissed Arthur's cheek, before getting off of the kitchen floor.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Arthur asked, pitifully. "All you've been is sweet and kind. I just don't get it."

Sandy lifted Arthur from the ground. "I love you, Arthur. Is that what you don't understand?" Sandy hugged Arthur's fragile body. He melted into the hug, feeling Sandy's warmth.

"I just don't understand how an angel like you could love a guy like me." Arthur mumbled, slumping into her neck.

Sandy smiled, rubbing Arthur's exposed back. "Come on, dear. I've got a warm bath waiting for you."

Arthur peeled off his remaining clothes, slipped into the bathtub. Sandy was still in the bathroom, looking for some type of body wash. As she turned around, she saw Arthur's nude body in the tub. Sandy blushed, slightly, kneeling down to his level.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Sandy asked, maintaining eye contact.

"Yeah, could you stay?" Arthur's eyes pierced into Sandy.

She was almost about to decline, but something in her said yes. She nodded, staying in her position on the floor.

"So, how was the rally?" Sandy asked, nervously. She gulped, trying not to lead her mind down south.

Arthur looked at Sandy. "It was fine." He mumbled. Arthur noticed blood on Sandy's lip. He lifted her chin, touching the busted lip.

Sandy hissed in pain. "Ah, fuck."

Arthur's eyes went wide, letting go of her chin. "What happened?" Arthur asked, concerned.

"It's nothing, dear." Sandy answered, reassuringly.

Arthur frowned at her response, but didn't want to push it further.

"I did like the way you lifted my chin." Sandy smirked. She ran her fingers across his jawline, lifting Arthur's chin up. "Just like that." Sandy whispered seductively.

Arthur melted at the touch, holding onto Sandy's hand.

"It almost makes me want to join you in the tub." Sandy giggled, splashing Arthur a little.

Arthur nodded his head. "I'd like that." He whispered.

Sandy blushed, standing up to unbutton her dress. After unbuttoning it, she placed it on the towel rack behind her. She unclasped her bra, which fell to the floor. Sandy peeled off any other clothes left remaining on her body, and stepped in the tub with Arthur.

Arthur admired Sandy, as she laid on the opposite side of the tub. Arthur smiled at her. Sandy turned away, blushing.

Arthur leaned over and pulled Sandy closer towards him. Before Sandy could speak, she was already straddling Arthur's thin waist under her thick thighs.

She cleared her throat. Sandy felt Arthur's arms sneak around her waist, keeping her upright.

Arthur sat up and rested his chin on Sandy's shoulder. She relaxed into his touch.

"Sandy?" Arthur whispered.

"Yeah?" Sandy whispered back.

"Can I touch you?" Arthur asked, griping onto Sandy's waist.

Her eyes widened. "Touch me where?" Sandy questioned, putting her hands on Arthur's chest.

"Everywhere." Arthur said, softly putting his lips on her neck. Sandy gasped, nodding at his request.

Water spilled out the bathtub as Sandy grinded onto Arthur. He tilted his head back into the bathtub and moaned. He kissed Sandy's neck, feeling himself inside her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, biting her bruised lip.

"Artie." She whispered, moaning.

Arthur went in deeper, keeping a grip on her thighs. Sandy tugged on his hair, warranting a moan from Arthur.

Arthur came before Sandy, yet staying inside her. Once Sandy came to her close, she fell on top of Arthur, laying on her chest.

#joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck x you #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #joker 2019 #joker x oc #arthur fleck headcanon #arthur fleck x oc

[sunnyie-eve]

Somebody To Love (Part 20- Falling Of Queen)

(Ben!RogerTaylor)

Words: 2102

Warnings: Language

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been very active with the story. I’ve been busy and everyone.

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London 1982

Felix just had his second birthday and Louisa had her first. Jim asked me to tag along today to an interview the bands was going to for the new album. Which meant I had to get a someone else to watch Felix because my parents were out of the country for a holiday. Lucky my brother Harry and his girlfriend said they would look after him for me today and whenever I need someone in the future.

"Why are you here?" Paul asks as I hope out of the car with Jim. "I told her to come. It's her job to be here too remember. Plus I made Alice my assistant to help co-manage the band." Jim says smiling at me and I follow him inside. "Jim, were you just being serious out there?" I ask as we get closer to the back room with the band. "Yes darling. I feel like you need a better position then just sewing the bands clothes. Now you'll help me keep the band on schedule, help with concert dates and more." He pats my back opening the door for me. "Thank you!" I hug him and Roger rushes over to me.

"Do I look alright? For the press?" He shows off his outfit making me laugh at him. "Umm Where's the tie you had leaving the house... add that then maybe you'll look better." I pat his chest going to sit by Brian and Deaky. "Fred looks like a mess." I sing quietly looking at him talking to Paul. "Probably high once again." Deaky shakes his head as I lean mine on him and throw my legs over Brian's lap. "Look Deaky, Alice is actually giving us attention." Brian says slapping my thighs. "She loves us again." Deaky shouts holding me in his arms. "I've always loved you guys. It's just I've been busy." I sit up and kiss their cheeks. "YOUR MY WIFE! BACK OFF ALICE!" Roger yells sitting on my lap.

"It's time." Jim tells the band and we all leave the room. "Please tell me you're going to take off those sunglasses." I look at Roger as I fix his outfit one more time. "Love you." He kisses me before following the guys out. "Alice dear, you can stand next to me." Jim motions for me to follow him. When the questions started it was all Freddie, Freddie, Freddie... with unnecessary questions that had nothing to do with the album. Brian looked at me and Jim and we just had the same look as him.

"I don't know, I haven't figured out love yet." Fred says to one of the reporter. "But it implies something else, Freddie." The same reporter says. "That might be a better question for Rog." Fred says looking at Roger. "Watch it." Roger says taking a drag of his cigarette then turns his head towards me. I cross my arms then pop my neck looking back at the press. They still go on and only ask Freddie questions about himself and not the band. Brian tries to get them to ask about the album but no one listens. It jus gets more louder and Fred snaps right back. I could tell he was going to crack at any second and then bam! He stands up starting to yell. "Okay, Thank you. Time is up." Jim says and the guys start to walk back. Roger walks over to me and takes my hand into his. "Fuck Freddie." He says as we try to walk throw the crowd.

"Roger, Alice is your marriage working? What was Fred saying about asking you?!" A reporter asks us making more follow us now. "No questions." Rog says pulling me closer to him. "Is that a no then? Are you cheating on your wife?" Another asks and Jim, Brian, and Deaky rush over to us. "We're perfectly fine." He says trying not to break like Fred did. "No more, questions. The press conference is over now." Brian says holding me close to him since Roger passed me to Brian to get in the car.

When we get in the car Roger starts to cruse up a store and I try to calm him down. "Rog, baby breath." I hold his hands and he glares at Freddie in front of him, "You started it." He points his finger at him and he just laughs at Roger. "Darling, I don't know what you're talking about." Roger's face starts to turn red. "Roger, Quit it please." I make him look at me and he just looks at me the whole ride trying to ignore Freddie and Paul.

~

"Oh my god, look at you!" I clap my hands at Freddie and he poses for me. I just arrived to the set for I Want To Break Free music video. "Where's Roger?" I ask and I see Brian walk towards me and I start to crack up. "How the hell did they get all those rollers in your hair?" I look at his hair and Deaky then joins us making me die more. "Just wait till you see your husband." He says and points towards the door he came out of and I quickly walk towards the door.

I open it to see Roger in his drag outfit of a school girl and I crack up making him get embarrassed. "Look at you!" I clap my hands and he stops me, "Stop, I'm embarrassed like this." He says making me giggle, "Why? You're bloody hot!" I give him a small kiss and he whines, "Stop!" He lets go of my hands and goes to join the boys. "Babe, you don't need to be embarrassed." I say wrapping my arms around his waist and he slaps my hands. "You know, I'd rather see you in this." He whispers turning around kissing me. "Nah, I prefer you in it." I wink going to go sit and watch them record.

Once they were done filming the music video one of the dancers took pictures of Roger, Brian, and Deaky on the couch. "Brilliant. Can I get up now?" Roger asks laying on his back across Deaky and I smile at them. "What is happening?" Roger asks as Deaky keeps him in place. "No, you can't." Deaky says and Brian joins in, "I wanna be in it." I shake my head walking up to them. "Get off me!" Deaky yells as Brian gets in him. "You are grown men acting like this." I laugh and Roger reaches for my hand pulling into the beg mess.

"Come on, guys! You gotta get out of this and back into normal clothes." I laugh trying to get up as they hold me down. "Ugh Fine." The all getting up going to their chairs and I follow Roger. "You know, I'm happy that you went with my idea I gave you because you pulled it off." I say taking off his makeup and wig. "You fine me attractive in this still?" He laughs and I nod my head. "I told you earlier didn't I." I kiss him and he holds me by my waist. "Now, have fun getting out of those tights baby." I wink at him while he leaves to go change.

~

"So why exactly is Fred calling everyone to meet up and again why do I have to come too?" I ask Roger as we go to see Freddie. "I don't know, he said he had something to tell us. And I drag you along because you're not only my wife but also part of the band too." He holds my hands as we park the car and the other two show up too.

"He'll be right out." Paul says walking into the room and we all take a seat and I sit on the same sofa as Deaky. Freddie walks into the room and is quite for a few minutes before speaking. "MTV banned our video. The youth of America. We helped give birth to MTV." He says turning to face us. "It's America. They're Puritans in public, perverts in private." Brian tells him and he shakes his head. "I'm never tour in the U.S again. And I'm the one being blamed for it. Not you, dear... whose idea, I believe, it was to dress up in drag. Not you... Not even you, who wrote the bloody song." Fred points at each member.

Freddie continue to say what everyone was calling him and that's he's tired of touring, which made all of us look at him. "Well I need a break." He says before going on, "I'm sick of it." He says not looking at us. "What are you saying, Freddie?" Deaky asks him and he stays quiet for some quite of time. "I've signed a deal with CBS Records." He says with his back still facing us and we all react differently. "You've done what?" Roger sits up all the way. "Without telling us?" Brian asks turning around. "What kind of deal?" Deaky asks.

"Look, I'm not saying we won't record or ever tour again. Queen will go on. But I need to do something different." He goes on and I was screaming on the inside not listening to him anymore. "A solo album?" Brian asks and Paul speaks up, "Two, actually. Back to back." I see Roger getting mad, "Another word out of you and I'll throw you out the bloody window. " Paul just looks away. "But that's years, Freddie. I mean... that will take years." Deaky sits up. "I don't believe this... how much?" Roger asks him and he does answer him. "What did they pay you?" He asks again and no answer. "I want to know how much they paid..." Fred cuts Roger off. "4 million!" He yells at him. "That's more than any Queen deal." I say shaking my head.

"Fred, we're a family." Brian says making Fred snap. "No, we're not! We're not a family! You've got families, children, wives. What do I got?" Fred shouts. "You've got 4 million dollars. Perhaps you can buy yourself a family." Deaky says. "I won't compromise my vision any longer." He says and Roger gets pissed again, "Compromise? Are you joking? You were working at Heathrow before we gave you a chance." Fred spins around very quickly, "And without me... you'd be a dentist... drumming 12/8 time blues at the weekend at the Crown and Anchor. You wouldn't even have your wife if it wasn't for me." He says then turns to Brian and I start to get mad.

"And you. Well you would be Dr. Brian May... author of a fascinating dissertation on the cosmos... that no one ever reads. And Deaky... for the life of me... nothing comes to mind." He tells the other two. "I studied electrical engineering. Does that meet your standards?" He lets him know. "Perfect." He laughs. "Dear Alice, you would probably have such a better life then being stuck with this band and your messed up husband. You just turned into one of his little fuck toys to play with your dumb heart. You stupid little slutty girl. " He smiles at me and Paul chuckles.Roger was about to grab him but I put a finger up to stop him, "Fred, Why didn't you just take the offer when Reid told you years ago? You basically fired him for no reason because he was just doing what someone else told him to do. Also Darling, I'm not the toy here anymore... You are one now. " I spit at him clearly pissed off with him and he stays quiet and begins to leave the room.

"You just killed Queen." Roger tells him. "Oh, give it a kiss one day. She might wake up." He says. "You need us, Freddie. More then you know." Brian tells him. "I don't need anyone." He says leave us and Paul gets up to follow him. "Told you." He whispers to me and I flip him off, "Fuck you."

"You said something about an offer in the past?" Roger asks me as I run my hand through my hair. "Yes, that's why Fred fired Reid. Paul talked Reid into telling Fred about a solo deal back then." I say looking at the floor. "And you didn't tell us?" He raises his voice at me. "Don't raise your fucking voice at me! I told you I didn't trust Paul and that he was up to something! BUT NO, you told me that I was stressed out with the baby!" I yell at him standing up to face him.

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Meeting with the Opposition

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  Azriphale doesn't mean to be late yet here he is running through a crowded sidewalk people giving him nasty sideways glances. He isn't technically late but he isn't early; everyone in Heaven is slightly early as the term "fashionably late" was made by a demon and no angel wants to be associated with one of those. Well besides two; one of which is dubbed a traitor and the other is desperately weaving through crowds and could be considered a hypocrite if anyone is to find out why.

  The reason he is running late is because of Heaven; an angel gone off the deep end. They created quite a ruckus- shouting threats at everyone, causing damage to walls, and pulling up several plants from a garden. It was a fit not tolerated in Heaven and so it ended with them being locked in a room until further notice. He being the one to find an unoccupied room as well as having to catch them. Aziraphale is almost positive they'd have to put them through a trial (and he'd have to organize it) but when is still in the unforeseeable future. Even if he does calm down in that time period they is no possible way of getting out of a punishment.

   The angel arrives just on time but his face falls at the sight of the demon, Crowely, has already nabbed a table. An odd feeling, that isn't embarrassing, arises in him at the thought of the demon sitting at the table, awaiting his arrival. An odd tingly half familiar feeling he shoves down while approaching the demon in wait.

   "I would usually apologize for being late but l, since you are a demon and I don't dare say sorry to your kind, I won't," Azriphale states sitting down not daring to make eye contact with the other.

   "You aren't late, really you're perfectly on time. But our kind don't take well to apologies anyhow; anyone who tries we throw into the hell hound pit and bet on how long they will last," Crowely says and Azriphale looks up; the most horrific look plastered on his face. "I'm joking! I'm joking! Thought a being from Heaven could take a joke!" He lets out a hearty chuckle and Azriphale gives a forced smile in return.

  Crowely is only half-way being truthful in this, as he is with most things, as demons tend to throw each other in hell hound cages all the time. The difference being from what he said is that apologies don't cause such a reaction; it really is just a sporadic action done whenever something mildly inconvenient but thoroughly irritating happens. He doesn't explain the logistics though as he can clearly see the angel is troubled.

   Why he cares is a completely different story that Crowley will rather not want to think about. If he did try to explain though the conversation that followed would contain lots of half truths, hissing, stuttering, made up words (which if you mention that they are made up he will snarkily reply with "well all languages are made up) and end with someone getting stabbed in a major artery. So it's best to leave him be with his unusual consideration.

  "I suppose we should get right on to business since the jokes have ceased?" 'And proven to be unfunny' but Azriphale only adds that on in silence. He doesn't want to push any buttons he doesn't have to today.

  "Thinking 'bout ordering drinks first; Hell has been a bitch like usual and I've needed something to take my mind off it. So drinks first, work talk after," 

  "Drinks don't sound half bad," He momentarily massages his temples before picking up the drink menu "With no war I'm assuming Hell's been rowdy?"

  "Rowdy is a group of bratty teens whose equally bratty parents are going out for a month. Hell is a barnyard that has no food,drink, or cages and several exotic animals. Everyone is ravenous. Demons are thirsting for bloodshed so much we've had to bust several groups trying to form secret strikes to Heaven that would not only fail miserably but be embarrassing to see play out. One guy thought he could do a solo mission- and I have little respect for your army but I'm also not stupid and would send a single low ranking demon against God's army," Crowley rants and if not for the waitress' arrival he would've gone on a tangent. He orders the drinks flatly and expects Azriphale to follow suit immediately.

  The angel however is smiling at him which led to a flick of rage ignite. What had he to smile about? That hell was hellish and chaotic? He should know that just because everything is a shit-show they were not to be reckoned with. 

  "Same wine as his, dear," Azriphale addresses to the waitress and she smiles politely before heading back to the kitchen. "I find it amusing; the angels above are getting antsy themselves. Today actually one of them was found flinging a sword around wildly yelling about how they would deliver "divine justice" to anyone in their path. Of course angels aren't as cruel as demons but...the war not happening has thrown everyone off course. Even the most mild mannered".

  That's why he was smiling- a light weight lifts off Crowley's shoulders. "This is exactly why the two traitors need to be dealt with soon- I feel it would bring ease to everyone. Including, the eventual, second Armageddon," The waitress returns a smile of ignorance on her face. She didn't understand how weeks ago she should've perished nor does she know what these "fine" gentlemen are discussing. All she knows is what wine and food they order and all she hopes is that they give her a significant tip.

  "No doubt; those trouble makers will be given proper justice," Azriphale says picking up his glass of Chardonnay.

  "And no mercy," Crowely adds on, raising his own glass "Toast for the second Armageddon that-is-hopefully-soon-to-come, Angel?"

   "To a successful second apocalypse!" The two clink glasses both wearing uncharacteristic smiles and having found a new sense of determination.

  "Ssso you're ssaying?" Crowely slurs out, its blurred whether alcohol or his snake side were responsible for his long s'. Many drinks are shared between the two and many more were to come. Business is attempting to be addressed but as neither has the gull, or maybe the relaxation is a tad addictive, to sober up halfway thought up plans were being discovered.

   "I say that- well I think anyway. Why not just, we'll just watch the two! Eventually they'll bl-blab out something of importance! How they- how they gone- they gone to go be naive,"

 "Native, you ssstupid Angel,"

   "Oh, same difference! It doesn't matter exact terminology. All that matters is...well is the- the plan," Azriphale waves his hands around before returning to his empty glass. Instead of flagging down the waitress, they had the poor girl running back and forth like mad, he flicks his fingers and both glasses fill up. Crowley opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it and sips the wine. "Whether its the Great Plan or Ineffable Plan or might as well be Plan B, I really don't care. We just need a plan,"

   "We have our plan," Crowley says with a slight huff.

   "Our plan?" The words our, referring to him and Crowely feel so foreign, scandalous even, but fit on his tongue like a well tailored outfit.

  "Yeah- Watch Gabriel and Beelzebub until they fuck up again. Y'know feel too safe let some information slip. Maybe we'll learn a weakness or two-whatever. And once we know all the right sstuff we crush them!" Crowley slams his fist on the table to reiterate his point.

  "Our plan," Azriphale still echoes quietly as if it is a secret to keep. Which in a way it is; if the other Archangels knew what he's up too, even under the sake of serving retribution, he could get in big trouble. Consorting with Demons led to well... he looks up at Crowley whom he's had two meetings with so far and more to come...apparently it led to professionals getting involved to track you down to find your weaknesses.

  Sure maybe the other Angels wouldn't understand and take what he's doing a completely wrong way but he is doing what is good! Surely if he wasn't God would punish him, right?

  "I'd say let's get dessssert before we head out our separate ways, eh?" Crowely says bringing the fretting Angel out of his worries (or at least creating a temporary distraction from them).

  "Dessert sounds lovely. I heard the creme brulee is to die for,".

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