#got fucked over too many times and decided to make some bad decisions

[charismat1c-megafauna]

Crying screaming going insane over the fact that even if you THINK Hickey deserves the thirty lashes (or the twenty-three that he actually receives), it's still a difficult order to justify (even though Hickey was objectively in the wrong, although unfortunately it's not a massive leap in logic for your average white British sailor in the 1840s) because it's fundamentally part of Crozier's arc regarding alcoholism bringing out the worst in him. Sure, he comes to Silna's aid, but in the next episode, he wants to throw her out and abandon her, and even punishes his good friend for rightfully standing against him! It's a careless act of anger and cruelty that costs Blanky his leg, and ultimately his life (or at least, what might have remained had he not gotten gangrene). Ultimately, its the catalyst for Crozier's sobriety, his moment of "oh god I REALLY fucked up," and he's a better man for it, but it comes at the cost of his friend's life and Silna's safety.

Back to Hickey. I think we tend to let this moment slide because we know Hickey is a terrible person who does terrible things and we want to see him suffer, but Crozier continuing to up the ante as Hickey keeps talking is downright petty. The addition that Hickey be lashed as a boy is pretty needlessly cruel. And it leads to the moment where Hickey goes from a reactive nuiscance to an active threat. His homoerotic joker origin story. It's a moment where, like the Blanky situation, Crozier creates a future problem for himself.

It's a hard scene to watch (and the performances are incredible), and in that scene, it's kind of easy to see how mistrust of Crozier could breed in this environment. Flogging for an offense is terrible, but it's also expected. Hickey's flogging kind of pushes a lot of boundaries as to what is acceptable punishment or senseless cruelty, and we see different characters struggle with this. Crozier didn't just make an enemy of someone who previously wanted to be on his good side, he also created a martyr. It's just one of those things where nobody could have forseen the consequences down the road.

Don't get me wrong I absolutely love this scene and the way it furthers Crozier and Hickey's respective arcs and their dynamics with each other, but I think we can safely say Crozier acted from a place of malice, and it's just one of a few pretty fucked up things he's done, but we want to brush it off because Hickey is an acceptable target even though what happens to him is objectively pretty terrible.

I heard it said that flogging makes good men bad and bad men worse. There was no way Hickey was gonna come out of this normal, and in that instant, it's like fate was sealed. Crozier would never be able to be anything but a mortal enemy in Hickey's mind after that.

I love that this is a moment when Crozier crosses the line. I love that it seems to be more about taking out his feelings than serving a just punishment. I love the constant glances from Hickey and Fitzjames. And I love that this behavior escalates to Crozier going past the point of no return, leaving Blanky to the mercy of the elements and the Tuunbaq and abandoning Silna, and it's a huge moment of reckoning for him! He doubles back! He realizes he fucked up and he tries to change, and in some ways it's too late, but he still commits himself to changing for the better even if it kills him. Which. The DTs could have very easily killed him. It's just as much of a transformation for Crozier as the flogging was for Hickey.

It's so neat. These two men having these massive transformations involving deep personal suffering, and in Crozier's case, Hickey is a footnote, and in Hickey's case, Crozier is the cruel hand of God.

Or somwthing idk I'm like really sick and the nyquil hit.

Anyway I'm not going to bat for Hickey and saying he was right but I think we need to bear in mind that he's a sewer in the sense that he is the sum total of the society he came from and everything that was put into him- love and hate and betrayal and cruelty and everhrhjngi- and in the end, he is colonialism taken to its logical extreme. He's gonna fight God and then become God because he is Special (and Britain is going to conquer the passage and thus control the world because they have the power of God and anime- I mean uhhh they're doing it for queen and country so they are totally right and correct for trying to exploit a sea route for spice, right 🙄). Except he gets torn apart because nature doesn't give a shit.

Idk. Hickey gradually becomes warped into everything Wrong with the Franklin Expedition from the outset, and Crozier isn't a perfect saint who is right all the time and that's why I love this show. I'm gonna go to sleep now.

#terrorposting #amc the terror #the terror amc #cornelius hickey #francis crozier #somebody insert that iasip meme of charlie in front of the corkboard #i love hickey because he has limitless ambition but is also a huge dumbass and the fact that #his only redeeming quality is that hes in love with a guy who divorced him and he wants to be someones pet so bad #adam nagaitis i am cupping your face begging for your notes #the mans takes are chefs kiss and i like that hickey isnt senselessly evil from the outset hes just a scrapper who #got fucked over too many times and decided to make some bad decisions #and i love crozier because he is flawed!!! hes complicated and messy and hurtful and raw!!! #and his transformation is incredible!!! goddamn!!!

[darkmuffinstudios]

Was bored and decided to create a silly little one-shot of Errormare for @inkywellcrow 🤭

Who knows, I might get more motivation to make more parts, I might not haha

Baking One-Shot (Errormare) (1.7k words)

Darkxsoulzyxcaliberx

Dream’s birthday (and by extension, Nightmare’s) was only a few days away, and the two most dastardly villains of the multiverse were in the middle of making something for it.

You see, after many decades of struggle, the two guardians grew weary of the constant back-and-forth and had since settled on a truce; No more bloodshed and no more overbearing war meetings. After so long, however, the two had long since forgotten times of peace. It was nothing more than echoes of what could have been, as well as what once was… So, as always in their relationship, Nightmare decided to be the first to extend one of many olive branches that will occur down the line.

To show a sign of good faith and to celebrate the occasion, Nightmare had his boys come up with gift ideas that they would give to his brother. The dark king had hoped that, whatever the gifts may be, that the action alone would show that he intended to support this truce and to keep friendly relations with his other half.

But asking a band of miscreants and murderers was a bad decision in hindsight, and so after many, MANY days of brainstorming, he eventually caved to Horror’s insistence on a birthday cake.

Which brings us to the present…

“Error, you’re whisking batter, not pummeling it into submission.” Nightmare scolded lightly. He wiped his hands on the apron he was wearing, trying not to get too irritated at how sloppy of a job his partner was doing.

“This is stupid.” Error grumbled.

“Error— slower, slower.”

“Don’t— !” His body locked up at Nightmare’s complaining, and he drastically slowed down his pace to a glaringly slow tempo. He gave Nightmare a frustrated look, to which the king easily brushed off. “Don’t tell me what to do. I read the recipe too.”

“Uh huh.” Nightmare deadpanned, setting a metal tray on the counter. “You're also as blind as a bat without your glasses, my dear.”

“They would have just got in the way.” Error huffed. After a few more mixes, he decided that surely was enough of that, and he dropped the bowl into the counter with a loud CLANK. “There. Done mixing.”

Nightmare rubbed his temples. What was that method of reducing stress? Counting back from five? Whatever it was, it surely wasn’t working as well as he had hoped. “Please don’t slam the bowl down.”

“Mmhm.” Error leaned against the counter, dismissive.

For his own mental (and Error’s physical) wellbeing, Nightmare opted to ignore him for a little while. Once he sprayed down the baking pan, he glanced over Error’s work. There was still some dry clumps of the batter mix floating around, but he wasn’t going to correct any of it since he knows how much his partner loves to throw his tantrums. Besides, Dream has been a pain in his ass for decades— the least he can do is crunch on some raw flour to save him from future headaches.

Carefully, he lifted the bowl and poured the mixture into the baking tin. Using a tentacle, he grabbed a spatula he set out beforehand to scrape any excess, and quietly put the bowl down. He gave Error a mild look.

Error met his gaze and paused, looking to either side of himself. “… What?”

“That’s how you put a bowl down. Silently.” Nightmare said, his voice dripping honey and tar.

“Oh, fuck you.” Error griped, rolling his eyes so over dramatically that his head went with it. Nightmare couldn’t help but smile at how stupid he could be.

After making his point, he walked over to the oven with the pan. After opening it with a tentacle (fashioned with a cute little baking mitten), he placed the pan inside and shut it with his hip. Making note of the time, he finally allowed himself to slump against the counter.

Nightmare looked up at the ceiling. How the hell does Horror do this every single day? Willingly?? He couldn’t even imagine how difficult it would be to order his men around such a small space, never mind how destructive all of them already are. Just the thought started to give him a headache…

“So,” Error started. “Why didn’t you ask your uh…” He thought for a moment, his body glitching a little from the effort.

“Horror?” Nightmare offered.

“Yeah— the big, freaky guy— to do this for you? Doesn’t he do this stuff already?”

Nightmare sighed. “… Well… Monster food is magic—”

“Uh. Yeah— I know.”

“I know that you know—“

“Then why say it—?”

Nightmare turned and glared at him. “Just let me talk!” Error held up his hands defensively, glaring right back at him for a moment, before Nightmare eventually continued.

“Well, because monster food is made of magic, then cooking monster food involves magic too. It incorporates the chef’s intent, and can communicate unspoken feelings through each bite.” Nightmare idly messed with one of the spoons on the counter, staring at the oven glass as he spoke. “To put it simply, it has to be made by me. I may not be the best at baking, but he will understand and appreciate the gesture anyways. He is that kind of guy, unfortunately.” He scoffed.

“So why drag me into this?” Error groused. “I couldn’t care less about making ‘Mr.Sunshine’ feel any better than he already feels.”

“Oh.” Nightmare turned to flash a smug look at Error. “Because I didn’t want to suffer alone.”

Error stared at Nightmare. For a long, long moment. A quiet, high-pitched sound began to come from Error’s body— the telltale sign that he was starting to crash. “You’re joking.”

Nightmare shrugged. “Am I?”

Error grabbed the whisk from the counter, chucking it with all his strength at Nightmare. “YOU ASS!! I COULD HAVE LEFT AT ANY TIME?!?”

The king chuckled, letting the whisk hit his shoulder. “Of course you could have. You weren’t obligated to do any of this.”

Error threw his arms around, already hellbent on destroying the kitchen. He ripped the toaster from its electrical socket, threatening to throw it on the ground when Nightmare continued. “But you stayed because you love me.”

That got Error to freeze in place. He stared at Nightmare, bewildered for a few seconds, before slowly lowering the toaster onto the counter. “… Whatever.” He mumbled, stewing.

Nightmare smiled at Error’s obvious admission of defeat, finding himself slowly walking over to him. He stopped a good few feet away, settling on leaning against the counter once more. “You love me, and wanted to help me because you loved me.” He teased lightly.

Error bristled. “I will leave!”

“But then I’d be so sad if you did.” Nightmare touched his own chest, right over where his apple soul would be. “All alone… abandoned…”

Error huffed, crossing his arms. “Good! Feel bad!! Feel bad for tormenting me for HOURS while I slaved away in this kitchen for you!!”

“It was only an hour, dear.” Nightmare chuckled.

“NUH UH!! You’re wrong!!” Error scowled, swinging an arm out to the side and ripping a portal open to a random, unsuspecting world. He gestured wildly to the setting sun. “See!! HOURS!! It’s already growing dark!!”

Nightmare rolled his eye. “Mmhm.” He knew he wasn’t winning this fight.

Error smiled triumphantly, leaning a little closer to Nightmare. The portal fizzled next to them, disappearing soon after. “Apologize.”

Nightmare raised a metaphorical eyebrow at Error. “For what?”

“For being mean and awful and terrible!” Error demanded, counting on his fingers as he went.

Nightmare rolled his eye for the second time. “Mmmmmmno. I don’t think I will.”

Error leaned back, pouting now. “Asshole.”

Nightmare sighed. A brief moment of silence grew between them as they waited for the cake to bake before Nightmare sighed again, shoulder sagging. He looked at the clock hanging on the far wall of the kitchen, then back at the oven glass. The cake wasn’t rising at all.

“… Do you think he will like it?”

Error didn’t look at Nightmare, arms still crossed. After another beat of silence, Error’s shoulders sagged a little and he quietly responded. “What do you mean.”

Another beat of silence. Error didn’t like it. He turned back to glance at Nightmare, only to see the other have his hands folded against his chest in a sort-of self hug. His tentacles were curled inward on themselves, and Nightmare hadn’t looked up once from the oven glass.

It bugged Error. He tried again, softer. “What... do you mean by that?” Nightmare sighed again, a third time, and it was starting to get to Error. He shook his head. “No one hates chocolate cake. If I find out he does, I’m throwing him.”

“Not the cake.” Nightmare answered quietly, though he did smile a little at Error’s threat. The spectacle of the destroyer of worlds tossing his brother like a football was amusing, to say the least. He gestured vaguely, trying to find the right words. “My… message.”

“Message?” Error echoed, clearly confused.

“My intent.” Nightmare tried instead. “It’s… I want this to go well. I want this to be our first steps in making up with one another, and I tried to put as much as I could into this cake… I tried to not fill it with…” he sighed, the fourth time. “… with my lingering feelings of the past.”

Nightmare raised a hand. “I’m certain I didn’t, and I know this won’t make up for everything that has happened between us… but…” He slowly brought his hand back towards himself, back to where it was wrapped around his chest. “I don’t know… I lack the proper words at the moment.”

Not that Error needed all of the words to understand. He thought a little bit before he spoke. “That’s why you asked me to help you with this.” The dots started connecting more in his head as he turned to Nightmare. “You didn’t want to do this alone.”

Nightmare considered Error’s words. “… I suppose I didn’t.”

Error stared at Nightmare, trying to get maybe just a little bit more out of him, before turning to look back at the oven. “… I think he’ll like it.”

“You think so?” Nightmare’s voice sounded uncertain.

“Yeah.” Error shrugged. “He is that kind of guy, like you said.”

Nightmare smiled a little. “I guess you’re right.”

#darkzyx #undertale au #undertale fandom #utmv #undertale multiverse #Undertale multiverse oneshot #utmv Drabble #sanscest #errormare #utmv nightmare #nightmare sans #error sans #utmv error #nighterror #they are so gay your honor #it’s been forever since I’ve last wrote stuff #I’m super rusty #not much beta reading #we die like men #I wrote this on my ipad so I’m hoping there aren’t too many mistakes

[amoreva]

FEIGNING FOR YA’

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CHAPTER 1

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: as a little childish act of rebellion, you try dating your friend, Luke Castellan, to really piss off your parents (for a actual real reason, not the small things they hate). what was supposed to be no strings attached turned into a little more than just childish revenge.

warnings: slow burn, college au, smau, fake dating to dating, cursing, clarisse x chris, aged up! pjo charcters, yn is older sister figure to percy, luke and thalia are older sibling figures to annabeth

a/n: i have re-written this one too many times and am still in the process of revising and proofreading to give you guys the best condition of the start of this fic series! So sorry for the delay!

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“Are we still friends?”

“What?”

“Can we be friends?”

“After all of this?”

“After all of this.”

It would be a disastrously great story to tell your grandkids (if you had grandkids). Quite embarrassing really, telling someone about how naive and oblivious you were (still are.)

It was spring. The flowers in full bloom. Allergies spreading like wildfire due to pollen. Thankfully, it was raining cats and dogs, so no stuffy noses tonight. You decided to come back from your hometown two days before spring break ended. As much as you were homesick after spending so long at college, your family made you feel homesick for college.

It was torturous. Questions and questions about your college life were thrown at you left and right. From potentially having a significant other to your major that you were taking to who you were friends with to being disappointed in your college major to asking about your grades to being disappointed you party to just being disappointed.

All in all, truly you loved your family. Really, you do. Your aunt made great pastries. Your dad a great cook. Your uncle made really funny (bad.) jokes. Yet, they found some way to critic your every decision and move you make. You hated it.

Your shoes squeaked on tiled stairs. Lugging up your suitcase, you just prayed you didn’t fall. The tiles were wet because people’s shoes were wet. You did not want to pay a hospital bill after barely paying for college.

By the time you got to your dorm, you were already half asleep, running on an overpriced yogurt parfait from the airport. The soft comforter of your bed calling out to you like a siren’s song.

You were lulling off to dreamscape when a loud ominous creak filled the silence. “C’mon. You gotta be better than that. Lock your doors.” Luke’s “charming” voice replaced your peace. “Some creep could waltz in and kidnap you in your sleep.”

“Supposed you’re that creep?”

Luke has been attached to your hip since highschool, freshman year. Both of you have suffered through each other’s numerous cringy phases (only to bring them up for the annual birthday post on instagram).

He was one of the friends your parents despise. They always ranted about how they’ve been a bad influence to you since highschool.

“Depends.” The bed dipped under his weight. “Do you think you look okay enough to go out?”

“I guess, but I feel disgusting.” You answered. Confusion swimming through your mind. Where was Luke going with this?

“Are you upset because of a recent event?”

“Kinda.”

“Upset enough to stay holed up the whole evening?” Luke rephrased.

“No.”

“Okay.” Decision.

You heard his windbreaker swish as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Luke!” Like a bag of potatoes you were tossed over his shoulder. “You fucking—!”

He grabbed what he was originally came in your dorm for and exited. Silena, Chris and Clarisse were waiting for Luke and now, you. “Welcome back!” Silena said, masking her shock.

No one knew you were coming back home early and Luke wasn’t surprised. As much as you wanted to stay in your dorm and sleep, you were glad to be with your friends.

The restaurant was loud and lively. The rain ceasing. College students were celebrating their final few days before classes started up again. The occasional drunks here to watch the multiple football games going on. Your friend group chose to celebrate.

The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the bright TVs that played various football and soccer games. Drinks slid down the bar into the awaiting consumer’s hand. Alcohol got everyone in a better mood during the night (though the same cannot be said the morning after).

A waiter placed down the five shots Luke had ordered, in toast of your unexpected return and the final days of spring break. The shot glasses made a tiny clink before the liquid burned your throat. It left a warm feeling in your chest.

Silena and Clarisse went to take photos via Chris the cameraman. The three went out to the porch of the restaurant bar. You opted out and Luke stayed with you. You weren’t exactly in the nicest clothes.

Another round of shots were placed on the table. Luke ran his fingers through his curls and checked his phone. “What’s bothering you?” He asked.

“What?” You tore your gaze from the two girls and looked at Luke.

“You said you were upset about something, but not too upset to not go out.” Luke explained. “Better to get it off your shoulders than to bottle it up.”

You roll your eyes at his last sentence and sat up in the cushioned restaurant chair. “Family.” Luke laughed a little at that. He’s known how perfect your family wants you to be.

You shove your face into your hands as if you were reliving the reunion all over again. “I didn’t even do anything bad or get in serious trouble this time!”

Luke nodded along slowly, taking in your every word. You can’t tell what he’s thinking as you continue on your little rant. Yet his face shifts as you rant.

“Why are your grades like that?”

“I saw your Instagram post. Drinking? Really?”

You parrot some of the questions your family said to you, with their fake smiles and judgmental eyes. You were old enough to drink! “And then they started talking my ear off about you all. Clarisse! Thalia, you—Silena and Chris” The list goes on. Luke knows it. You know it.

“Why are you friends with that temperamental girl? Lord knows the trouble you’ll be roped into with her.” You mocked your parents, aunts and uncles’ words. “I don’t like how that Thalia girl. Too rebellious, disrespectful too!”

“That one girl is an airhead. Head in the clouds.”

“Don’t get me started on that Luke boy again.”

“Get better friends.”

“Maybe you hang out with a different group.”

“They piss me off! And well maybe they’re concerned about my wellbeing, but—they keep harping me about everything little thing I do.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes exhausted. “Which is why I came back early.”

“So piss them off.” Like that was the hardest thing you do. You unintentionally trigger their judgmental side without even trying.

“What?”

“It’s what I do to my dad. I piss him off most of the time when he tries to come back.” Luke shrugged. “If they hate all of us so much. Date one of us, shit—date me, you’ve known me the longest. I think they’d be pretty pissed about you dating a bad influence.”

“That’s so childish.” You commented, but it was good, but it could work. Rebellion never hurt anyone that bad. Well, maybe your aunt will have a “heart attack”, but it should be fine.

And you were out of options to try and get your family off your back.

So the next afternoon, when Clarisse was out, Luke and you sat on your bed and conjured up a contract for this temporary relationship; a day before break was over.

“I don’t see why we need a contract.” Luke sipped on a juicebox. The sunlight providing a nice atmosphere in your dorm room.

“I saw it work on a show I watched kinda.” You whispered the word “kinda” under your breath. It was a long time since you’ve seen the show.

Luke raised an eyebrow and set the empty juice box on your desk. “So…uh—terms and conditions.” You typed out on a Google doc in big bolded letters. How do you start this?

“We could “date” from now until the start of summer? I think that is a long enough rebellion.” You suggested and looked at Luke. “I have to go back home for Easter and my little sister’s birthday, but then I have that family trip in summer…”

“Sure.” Luke agreed.

You looked at him silently asking him to elaborate. “From now until that family trip is over. I’ll go to Easter, the birthday and the trip.”

“You aren’t trying to mooch off me for the trip are you?”

Luke slid the computer to him and typed out the first terms and conditions. He ignored your question with a smile and a shake of his head. “You have to come with me when it’s Mother’s Day though.”

You agreed to that relatively quickly. Your mom and dad were always out of town that day. “I’m fine with kissing on the cheek and forehead and holding hands, if you are?”

“What? No lips?” Luke teased with a grin.

“I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” You muttered in embarrassment.

“Fine, no lips.” You were slightly surprised Luke didn’t tease you for not having your first kiss yet. He typed it on the computer. “And no sex.”

“No sex.” You agreed. “And we cannot let the others know. They’ll start talking and then it’ll get to my family somehow—”

“Okay…no sex and no talking about the fake relationship.” Luke chucked and typed it on the computer. “This seems good enough for a contract right?” He still thinks the contract is stupid.

You smack his shoulder. “This is serious, Luke! If I wanna piss of my parents I have to do it right.”

“Okay, sweetie.” He spoke sarcastically and typed his name at the end of the document. You did the same. “But there is no right way to piss off someone. You just do.”

After signing the temporary dating contract, Luke and you talked about the story of how you got together.

Luke and you supposedly have had some unrequited feelings during highschool. Both of you began talking over spring break after a drunk conversation and decided to give dating a shot.

Then, there was the fact that Luke and you had to announce the relationship. So, social media it was. Which prompted you to grab his hand. “Where are we going?” Luke asked as he was dragged off your bed.

“A cafe.” You held his hand, fingers lacing together. “I’m hungry after all that and it would be great publicity if we went out holding hands.”

“Whatever you say.” Luke rolled his eyes, though he didn’t mean it. “Then I guess I’ll be the good boyfriend and pay.”

“Really?” You asked and looked back at him.

He shrugged. “Why not.”

Luke and you held hands and talked about whatever came to mind. Like you usually did as bestfriends. He opened the cafe door for you and paid for your food and drink.

Maybe “dating” Luke won’t be the worst thing ever. Rebelling doesn’t seem to be all that bad now. Maybe everything will turn out fine. You rebel against your perfect family and Luke will get a free trip as a reward. Yeah, you’re sure things will turn out okay. Maybe.

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taglist:

@happy-mushrooms @m00ng4z3r

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan fic series #college au #pjo smau #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #silena beauregard

[ifangirlalot]

what finn’s characters are like during s3x? I FEEL WEIRD REQUESTING THIS BFISJSJSAJDJS

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 ˎˊ˗ | starring the fellas

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~smut!~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] too many to pick out, just a shit ton of nsfw shit.

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✧˚ finn ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Well, it kind of depends on the day. Sometimes if he's feeling particularly stressed, he just wants to watch you ride him and praise him while getting his head rubbed. But if he's pissed off (or just bored), he wants to top. When he tops, you know you're probably not going to be in the same position for more than a couple minutes.

What are his favorite positions?

Finn likes missionary. He's an old fashioned guy who thinks eye contact is a private kind of intimacy. Doggy is definitely a hella close second though. He's a hair tugger, so it's a lot of fun to pull your head back by your hair while you're on your hands and knees in front of him getting impaled from behind.

How freaky is he?

Once again, it kinda depends on the day and the mood you catch him in. Being a celebrity, Finn's hella paranoid the second that zipper goes down an inch there's gonna be cameras all over the damn place, so public sex is a no-go. He'll fuck you anywhere in the house though. In fact, the bed is hardly ever an option. He loves shower sex and car sex, kitchen table sex ain't too shabby either. He has a thing for having his hair pulled and, as narcissistic as it may sound, he likes it when you call him by his characters' names. It gives him an excuse to change personas.

How noisy is he?

He doesn't have any loudass moans, but he has some breathy ones here and there. He groans more often than not. Occasionally he whimpers.

How long does he usually last?

About ten to fifteen minutes on a bad day and up to an hour on a good day. (Dude has almost spooky levels of self control.)

Protection or no?

Absolutely. He can't risk knocking you up right now.

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✧˚ miles ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or bottom?

Top, all the way. He's somewhat controling and he also doesn't like sitting still for long, so he hardly ever lets you ride, as that would kind of give you the wheel and he's not about that. He likes to decide when you have sex, where you have sex, for how long, and in what position. He makes all the decisions, and you know. You're probably gonna be hella sore afterwards. Like hella sore. My man has hella high libido.

What are his favorite positions?

Miles has favorite positions that don't even have names, that's how fucking freakshit he is. He loves it to the side the most though, with his fingers wrapped around your ankle, holding it up, his grip usually pretty tight. His other hand is usually clamped over your mouth.

How freaky is he?

Miles is a FREAKSHIT. Most of the time, he twists you into positions that he's made up, and you know for damn sure he'd got an entire chest he keeps in his closet that he uses for "playtime". He's also maybe a tad bit creepy with the kinks that he has at times, but that's kind of to be expected. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

How noisy is he?

Not very. He lets out a few breathy groans here and there, but most of the time he's pretty quiet. It's kind of creepy, but also maybe a little bit attractive?

How long does he last?

As long as he wants to. It really depends on how horny he is, but averagely about thirty to forty-five minutes.

Protection or no?

Lmao, no. Good joke, though.

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✧˚ boris ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

It depends on how high he is during the fucking. If he's sober or moderately high, he likes to be on top. But if he's balls to the walls high, he's a little bby and must be treated as the pillow prince that he is.

What are his favorite positions?

Doggy. At least for dom Boris. He likes to pound behind you with your hair wrapped around his fist like a horse rein. Preferably with a mirror in front of you so he can watch while he smokes. He's a lil freak thang. Subby Boris likes to be ridden because BOOOOOBS in his face.

How freaky is he?

Boris likes public humiliation, whether he be the one being humiliated or the one doing the humiliating. He also likes watching you touch yourself while he's forced to watch with his wrists tied to a bedframe (this is sub Boris, btw. Dom Boris wouldn't put up with it.) He also likes spanking (him spanking you, he doesn't like his ass being touched because he's a bitch.)

How noisy is he?

Extremely. My boy does not care if someone else is in the house. If he's getting pussy, PEOPLE WILL KNOW ABOUT IT.

How long does he last?

Again, it depends on how high he is. Dom Boris can last for twenty minutes, but with sub Boris you'll be lucky if it lasts more than like ten.

Protection or no?

Sometimes, yeah. But the other half of the time he lowkey forgets and you have to get him to smuggle in some Plan B from the store.

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✧˚ ziggy ۫ ׅ ✧

Is he a top or a bottom?

A top. A very messy, very cocky top. It's kinda funny how confident he is in his abilities. He is also a bottom. Pet his hair and watch him whine, I dare you.

What are his favorite positions?

He likes to go down on you. Albeit, he's very good at it, but he also a sloppy thruster. But at the same time, it kinda adds to the experience because somehow he manages to hit the right spots with every pound. Plus, look at him up there with his little gold chain. He's so cute.

How freaky is he?

Ziggy may be an awkward teenager on the streets, but he's a freak in the sheets. He has this fantasy where he really wants to record your sex so he can use it for tissue time later, but he's too much of a bitch to ask you. He's also hella good with his tongue, it's actually kind of surprising. Plus. You know. He look good as hell down there on his knees like the champ he is.

How noisy is he?

Lmao very. But only when he's actually having sex, if he's just beating it, he's pretty quiet. But during the real deal... Yeah, that loud ass moaning and swearing Evelyn hears from Zig's room is indeed her son getting to third base with a lady person.

How long does he last?

Thirty minutes tops for him. Not bad.

Protection or no?

Usually yeah, but for quickies he just pulls out and spills everywhere, which most of the time his mom finds because his stupid ass didn't clean up.

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[ A Note From Zee ]

Y'all, this took me way too long. I'm gonna have to split this into two part. Next part will include Trevor, Mike, and Richie.

#☝ ۫⠀PREFERENCE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ #⊹ . SMUT ۫ . #finn wolfhard #miles fairchild #boris pavlikovsky #ziggy katz #finn wolfhard smut #miles fairchild smut #boris pavlikovsky smut #ziggy katz smut #finn wolfhard x reader #miles fairchild x reader #boris pavlikovsky x reader #ziggy katz x reader #stranger things #the turning #the goldfinch #when you finish saving the world

[ilguna]

lmao finnick and number 29 please 🎉 -🪐

☼ exhaustion (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick tells you to stay home after realizing just how tired you are.

warnings; swearing, death mention.

wc; 1.1

prompt: 29. “You're not up to this, you can barely stand!”

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If there’s one thing you could go for right now, it would be the best sleep of your life. You think that you’d drain everything you’ve saved up since you won, just so you can sleep for twelve hours straight, and wake up in a warm bed that you don’t want to leave. Preferably, Finnick would be in that same bed, holding onto you.

You can't, though, between the past two and a half days, you’ve only slept for about five hours, total, and that might be an overestimation. You’re not entirely sure, because you’re not keeping track. You don’t have time to.

It’s partially your own fault, you could make a harder effort to get some sleep. You’re afraid of the consequences that will follow. Each time you lay down for thirty minutes, close your eyes, get comfortable—some tragedy inside of the arena happens. It’s not your tributes every time, but that doesn’t matter. 

Whatever they’ve done to the arena this year, they’ve rigged it too well. The mentors can’t sleep, the tributes can’t sleep. You’re not entirely sure how anyone is supposed to go on with a peace of mind, knowing full well that their tributes could die at any moment without notice.

It’s a chain reaction that they’ve set up. One tribute will step into a trap, trigger an animal, make a wrong decision, and everyone else inside of the arena will suffer that exact same pain. 

They’ve started fires that have lit the forest on fire, which caused a stampede of the largest animals, which drove all the food away. That caused the predators left over to turn around and begin hunting tributes instead. Mentors panicked, now there’s too many weapons inside of the arena.

At least one tribute has died every day since the bloodbath, which was five days ago. You think this year they’ve made history, because you’re already down to the final eight, causing another round of interviews by the press. You were hoping that you’d have a few more days before having to appear on screen in front of Panem, praising your tributes for surviving this far.

You’ve seen yourself in the mirror, and it’s horrible. 

This wouldn’t be so hard if you had Finnick with you. And technically you do, he’s here somewhere in the Capitol. Only, he’s been Snow’s errand boy from the second you two stepped onto the train station. You were able to speak to him briefly two days ago between his next client and you coming back to power nap. Apparently, everyone has decided that he’s the hottest victor, yet again, and his schedule is so packed that he barely has time to pee. Much less, come and help you in the betting room.

You’ve tried to feel bad for him, but it takes more effort than you’re willing to give right now. You’re juggling fucking everything, a task that’s hard for even two amazing mentors on a good day. You’ve got your eyes on both tributes, the sponsors, the stylists, the escort, the media, and yourself. You don’t have time for Finnick, which is a first for you.

You close your eyes, letting the warm water rain onto your skin. You can already feel yourself growing drowsy, and even though you tell yourself repeatedly to change the water to cold, you sit there, basking it in. It would be so easy to fall asleep in here and ‘accidentally’ forgetting to go do the public statement.

It’s important for one reason: for the collage video in the chance that they win. They’ll insert the clip of you talking about you on the edge of your seat, rallying sponsors, cheering them on. Depending on the act they’ve decided to put on for the Capitol, your reaction to their survival changes.

You’re not entirely sure how you’re supposed to do this half-asleep, but you’ll figure it out.

A knock sounds at the bathroom door, your eyes open, suddenly awake as you turn to watch the door open. You see Finnick’s reflection in the mirror and relax, sitting against the wall again.

“Hey, I thought you were busy tonight.” You murmur, yawning.

“Last minute cancellation because of the statements being made, Snow let me have the night off.” He closes the door, leaning up against the bathroom counter while watching you. “Are you doing that tonight or do you want me to do it?”

“No, I got it.” You blink, eyelids heavy. You force your eyes open and to focus on Finnick’s face, which is laced with worry, you think. You can’t really tell, neither do you care at this point. “You go and rest.”

“You know that you have to be there in an hour, right?” He asks.

You shoot upright, “Fuck, how long have I been in here for?”

Your hand slams against the button on the wall that shuts the water off. You get to your feet, almost slipping in the process. Finnick jerks forward, prepared to catch you, but you push his hands aside.

“I don’t know, I just got here.” 

You throw a towel on the floor to dry your feet while you towel down your body. When you move to grab your clothes from off the counter, you slip. Finnick grabs under your arms, steadying you.

He eyes your face, eyebrows drawn in, “Are those bags under your eyes?” He reaches to touch the purple bruising, you move your face away.

“Yes, and I’m fine.” You move to pull on your underwear. 

“When’s the last time you slept?” He asks.

You let out a nervous laugh, knowing that you’re about to get a lecture from him if you answer that question. Finnick deadpans, because he’s heard that exact tone before when you’ve admitted to unhealthy behaviors in the past.

“(Y/n).”

“I don’t have time to sleep, babe.” You tell him, “I barely have time to shower, let alone go do an interview that won’t matter. Sleeping for more than an hour at a time is like winning the Games twice.”

“You should stay here, I don’t mind going.”

You give him a look, “That is not happening.”

When you begin to pull on your black slacks, one leg at a time, you throw yourself off-balance, hopping on one foot. Once again, Finnick reaches for you, and catches you before you hit the floor. 

You sigh.

“You’re not up to this, you can barely stand.” He tells you, moving your hair out of your face, “So you’re going to stay here and get some sleep. I’ve got the interview covered.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, shoulders dropping.

“I am, darling.”

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[nexysworld]

A Real Gamer Moment

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Pairing: Ada & Fem!Reader x RE4Gamer!Leon

Summary: You and Ada decide to give Leon some under the desk support to help with his DBD losing streak.

Tags: NSFW, Smut, FMF Threesome, blowjobs, nipple play, face sitting, P in V sex, no use of Y/N, girls kissing girls, use of pet names like Daddy, Princess etc., not beta read, PWP

A special request for @leonsvndtta <3

“Fuck this fucking Killer!” You heard through the thin walls of your apartment, immediately breaking you out of your attempt to fall asleep. It was Leon again, obviously on a losing streak – not unusual for him at this time of the night if you were honest. In all areas of life Leon was cool as a cucumber, stoic even when upset…but losing his competitive games? Nothing seemed to set him off more.

It was kind of funny actually, seeing him get so riled up over just a game, and maybe even a little hot too, seeing that side of him. Listening quietly, you heard the telltale sign of Ada’s squeaky door opening and closing, footsteps padding down the hallway.

“Will you keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.” Ada’s voice was flat and stern.

“I’m trying, but it’s hard with this fucking sweaty ass killer. Such bullshit!” He yelled in response, huffing as he tapped his fingers angrily against his desk.

“Well maybe that’s because you main as the twinky cop kid. Do better and stay quiet. Some of us have adult-people jobs we have to function for.” You didn’t need to be there to hear her eyes roll.

You knew how it was going to end, either you left them alone to argue further delaying your own sleep, or, you’d act as mediator – also further delaying your own sleep. Fingers coming to pinch the bridge of your nose, you had to make a split second decision on which option was the better one.

Hauling your legs over the side of your bed, you made your groggy way to the center bedroom of the hall, lightly opening the already cracked door further. “Guys….can we seriously not do this again? Leon, it’s just a game you don’t have to be so loud.”

“I’m sorry ok. Just let me do one more round, I don’t want to end the night on a losing streak.” He said, clicking to set up another game already.

Ada, clearly unamused, went to say something but you cut her off to prevent further escalation. “Ok, one more round, alright? I’ll even stay and be your good luck charm.” You offered with a smile, wrapping your arms lightly over his shoulders from behind.

“Thank you Doll. That’s probably why I got a shit killer in the first place. Hard to play without my good luck charm.”

Ada scoffed, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. “I’m staying too, but only to make sure you actually keep your promise. If you don't, I'm taking the power cord with me.”

Things were already off to a bad start and you could feel Leon tensing under you. This killer was the same as the previous round, and the other survivors seemed to be incompetent to the utmost conceivable degree. “Stop healing me!” Leon groaned at the monitor, clicking his mouse so hard you thought it might break. Looking over to Ada you gave her a knowing look.

She shook her head in return as if to say ‘no way!’ You shot back with a pleading look of your own. The other woman’s body language relaxed despite the huff she let out as she got up.

Unraveling your arms from Leon’s shoulder’s, the man didn’t even seem to notice as you made your way under the desk. While you’d be considered more of a ménage à trois than true roommates, having had many romps in the bedroom, this was new. Never before had you tried to calm one of Leon’s gaming outbursts in such a manner.

Ada replaced you at his shoulders, using her hands to massage into his muscles, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “You’re too predictable when you play.” She cooed in his ear, nipping at the shell.

Leon huffed in response, not moving his eyes from the screen, ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine at the sensation. Between Ada and his focus on the game, it left him open to your own advances. Thankful he was only in his boxers, you reached up gently tugging his softened cock from the confines of his underwear and licked your lips.

You gave it a few quick pumps before leaning forward to lap at the tip giving kitten licks to the sensitive head. Leon let out a hiss in response, jumping slightly once he realized what was happening. “Shit. What do you two think you’re doing?” He asked, jolting slightly in his seat.

“Just offering some gaming moral support.” You said, continuing to pump his cock as you teased the head with your tongue.

“If that’s supposed to be me getting moral support then I’m in a lot of trouble.” He said, letting out an awkward noise. “Almost got me killed.”

“Did we really?” Ada cooed, running her downs down to his chest gently running her fingers over the hardening buds of his nipples. The sensation caused him to buck forward slightly onto your tongue, cock almost fully hard now.

“We’re just trying to help, Daddy~” The use of that pet name was going to be the death of him. Returning to his cock, this time you cleaned the oozing precum off with your tongue before swallowing him all the way in one movement.

“Ah…I…fuck. You two are evil.” He said, hands gripping tighter on his mouse, still determined to make a comeback before the round ended. You didn’t stop your assault on his cock, loving the feel of him twitching against your tongue. The sounds of his rough breathing echoed in the otherwise silent room, getting louder as you worked him over.

“Poor boy, you seem a little uncomfortable.” Ada said, continuing to tweak at his nipples with one hand, and moving her other to run along his abs. “So tense. Maybe we need to try harder to help you relax?”

“Is that right? What do you have in mind?” He grunted, sounding a little winded.

“What if I did this…?” Her hand moved from his abs to his crotch as she circled to the side of the chair for easier access. With a gentle touch she kneaded at his balls through the fabric of his boxers while you continued your own assault on his cock.

You hummed around Leon’s cock, taking it all the way to the base in one movement before slowly bobbing your head, eyes locked with hers noting the smirk on her face.

“Fuck!” Leon leaned back, neither Ada or you letting up. His determination to complete the round was dwindling, but luckily for the two of you, so was any thought about his losing streak as well.

“That’s it, just let go baby. Focus only on us.” Ada whispered, licking her lips as she began pressing kisses onto his stomach in tandem with the movement of her hand.

Neither of you said anything else, both waiting to see what he’d do. Leon’s head rested back on the chair, both hands now gripping the armrests. Body strung tight, you knew he was reaching that point of no return. A few moments later, you could hear him groan as hot cum filled your mouth.

“Such a good girl for you, isn’t she?” Ada asked, patting your head.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He agreed, no thought of the game left.

Ada moved out of the way, giving Leon room to roll his chair back. He helped you up as he stood before removing his boxers completely, cock still half hard. He laid back on his bed, propping himself up with his elbows.

Bringing her hand up under your silk nightshirt, Ada cupped your breast in her hand making you let out a small moan, the taste of Leon still on your tongue as she turned your head to kiss you. Her other hand sunk down into your panties, rubbing circles over your clit, making you moan into her mouth.

“Come here Princess, wanna give you a reward for being so good.” He motioned for you to join him on the bed.

Before letting you go, Ada helped remove your clothing, making a show of sliding the fabric off your body between kissing your soft skin. Freed of the fabric you crawled up onto the bed, straddling his waist so you could lean down to kiss him on the lips. “Such a pretty girl. Come sit on my face.” He said tugging at your hips so you’d move further upwards. Heat and slick abundant between your thighs, you didn’t need to be told twice, crawling up under your were hovering over his face.

He gleefully wrapped both arms around your thighs tugging you down until he was buried in your wet cunt, immediately going to work sucking on your clit. Heady moans left your mouth as you clung to the headboard for support.

Ada with her own agenda made quick work of her pajamas joining you two on the bed. Leon’s cock was at full mast again, and she wasted no time tossing her legs over him, teasing the tip of it at her slit, rubbing it back and forth. She let out a suppressed moan each time it would rub against her own clit. Once she felt it thoroughly coated enough she sank herself down onto him.

Instinctively Leon bucked his hips upward almost throwing Ada off balance, but she steadied herself rolling her hips in an even pattern.

Head fucked out and hazy, Leon had to put some extra focus into devouring you like a man starved. He adjusted to tongue fuck your hole, nose bobbing against your clit, the stimulation overwhelming with pleasure. Obscene squelching noises and the sound of skin slapping were heard behind you as Ada picked up the pace.

“Fuck…fuck…Daddy you make me feel so good fuck…” You whined and wanted to grind your hips down at your own pace, not being able to within Leon’s grasp.

Sensing your struggle, Leon eased up a bit and instead used his arms to support you and let you move freely. “Princess I want you to cum for me, please fuck Daddy’s face.” He said, voice strained by his own pleasure. You obliged the request, rutting yourself down onto his tongue, heat and pleasure feeling like they were about to snap at the very center of your core.

“I think she’s almost there.” Ada added, stilling her movements on his cock so she could lean forward, to suck kisses into your neck and play with your nipples adding as much stimulation as she could.

“Close, so fucking close.” You moaned, biting your lip in anticipation.

“Cum for us Princess, Daddy needs to feel you juices all over his face.” Ada cooed in your ear.

That was all it took, orgasm washing over you as you cried out in pleasure. Barely able to keep yourself up, feeling small aftershocks tremble through your clit, you flopped over next to Leon panting.

“Good girl.” He praised again. “Good fucking girl, you just rest now f’me ok?” He said to you, turning his attention back to Ada. He grabbed her by her hips and fucked up into her, giving her the chance to touch her own needy bundle of nerves, a mewled whine escaping her mouth.

Somehow despite the compromising position she still looked composed and serene, something you admired. Clearly though she was far closer than she let on as it didn’t take much longer before she and Leon were cumming together at the same time.

Watching the look on Ada's face as her head tilted back, mouth slightly agape, you couldn't help but feel yourself getting horny again.

Once she was off of him, you decided to see how far Leon could go this time. You grabbed his softening cock, covered in cum and slick, slowly stroking it in your hand. He whimpered in response to the overstimulation. You stopped and looked back at him "What do you say, one more round, please?"

Leon groaned, pulling you back so he could pepper your face with kisses. "Shit baby, no offense but I need a moment to recover. For right now I'm sure Ada would be happy to play."

"Mhm, that I would." Ada said coolly, pulling you into another kiss. All thoughts of gaming, work, and sleep were left behind, in favor for a long night of play.

#Leon Kennedy x Reader #Ada Wong x Reader #Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong #Ada Wong x Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy x You #Leon Kennedy x Y/N #Ada Wong x You #Ada Wong x Y/N #Resident Evil #Resident Evil 4 #Resident Evil 4 Remake #RE4R #RE4R Leon #RE4R Ada #Ada Wong #Leon Kennedy #Resident Evil Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Reader Insert #X Reader #Request

[ptllsdelmon]

big sigh. i’ve blown off some steam (played a fifa match and won 8-0 against chelsea) and have decided to just blow off even more steam sooooooo

i think it's clear that this wasn't our best performance by a long shot. what we should have done to have this game in the bag and make the most of our home advantage was to score early and rattle chelsea early on. and we almost did that when we had a chance in the early minutes where chelsea was still working on getting organized, but we fucked it because caro slipped. and then it all went downhill from here.

the ray of sunshine on a cloudy day was ingrid. she, as always, put in an absolute shift at the back, but we still messed up and conceded that cuthbert goal (honestly, chapeau to chelsea because that was a good goal, but i'm too pissed to acknowledge it). paredes made one too many unnecessary challenges and gave me a heart attack, and our fullbacks were too slow. their passes were sloppy most of the time and overlaps failed (also because our midfield wouldn't use the flanks), and so our defence was too weak and chelsea maximized on it. i doubted lucy being subbed on for ona, but ona was having a bad game and lucy has a more attacking mind, so it was a good call and she made some good advances forward.

our midfield was the most under pressure. aitana was being marked to hell and back, and so she could barely get some touches on the ball. patri made a few bad passes and wasn't at her best, but her shot on goal (which was blocked by buchanan's hand and should've been a penalty because salma was not involved in the play so it didn't matter if she was offside and the referee is so fucking stupid and i may have cursed her entire bloodline) was somehow one of our decent chances. alexia being subbed on saved me, but jona honestly fucked it up by subbing off ingrid honestly. i think she should've stayed on. but anyways, alexia's last chance broke my heart because it would've been perfect, and she could tell that it was the missed opportunity. final kick of the ball and one of our only cohesive attacks, so i get her frustration (i shouted joder insanely loud. if i get a noise complaint i won't be surprised).

anyways... speaking of missed chances... here's the tl;dr version of what i want to say about our attack today…

salma has had an absolute STINKER of a game. she missed a bunch of good chances that were handed to her on a silver platter, and she made bad decisions when she was advancing towards the box. mariona decided to ball out and channel her inner lamine yamal and failed drastically, and caro wasn't taking any shots. all we did was cross, cross, cross, and cross, even if it was so painfully clear that it did not work. at all.

generally, this was just a heartbreaking game. we got robbed of a penalty and the ref made some questionable choices, yes. but that doesn't take away from the fact that we were just not there. it's over now and it hurts like hell, but we need to bounce back and prepare to take revenge at stamford bridge. at the sake of my mental stability, i still have faith in our chances and i know we have it in us to come back from this and get to bilbao. la teoría del rombo is alive and well still!

ALSO JUSTICE FOR PINA YOU WERE GREATLY MISSED YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THAT PITCH YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

#if i remember anything else i'll make sure to add it #or if anybody has something to add feel free to! #hestia's basic boring stupid 'analysis' #fc barcelona #barca #fc barcelona femeni #barca femeni #fcb femeni

[bloodynereid]

Hii, Could you write a friendzone fic where Jordan Li knows about the reader's feelings and says he doesn't feel the same cause they are in love with Marie, but after arguments and drama insisting that you're just their friend, they become very cold towards you and walk away but seeing you with someone else can't be helped feel so bad (gender neutral pls)

Love (A Tale of Two Souls)

pairing: gn! reader x oc (dani), jordan li x gn! reader (very brief), jordan li x marie moreau

tw: crying, communicating with the dead, fainting, making out, kissing, heartbreak, just general ANGST, jordan is sort of annoying in this one sorry

description: love is tough and ever evolving.

a/n: so... i decided to combine 2 requests i got since they were pretty similar. hopefully this is what you were both looking for and i really liked writing this <3

You were drumming your fingers against the wooden table when they came in. Your body instantly straightened and you looked up to see Jordan heading over to your table. A smile brightened up your face and you sent him a small wave.

“Y/N!”

“Hey, Jord. How are you?” You asked as they settled into the seat in front of you, you faintly heard the librarian shushing the two of you. The sound prompted laughs to erupt from the both of you.

“I’m okay, how have you been, darling?” They asked as he smiled at you.

“Oh, I’ve been good. Surviving.”

“I still have no idea why you chose to do that physics course.”

“I was bored.” You whispered out, making them roll their eyes. 

“Please remind me to never be around you when you get bored, it always leads to bad decisions.”

“Hey!” Your offended tone makes a loud laugh from Jordan echo in the library and you just know you’re about to get kicked out. “You idiot, now I need to find somewhere else to study.”

“Eh it’s fine she left like 2 minutes ago.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nope. I like pissing you off too much.” 

Your eyes narrow and your mouth opens to send a retort when Jordan’s attention is pulled away from you and towards the left side of you. You quickly turn around and catch sight of… Marie. Wonderful and beautiful and perfect Marie.

“Hey you guys.” She says as she pulls out the chair next to yours and drops her bag next to the table. You see a flustered smile overtake Jordan’s face and you feel your heart fall to your feet.

“Hi Marie.” You choked out before grabbing your calculator and turning it back on. Time to get back to your physics homework.

But… you can’t seem to get anything done, not when you can clearly hear Jordan and Marie laughing and chatting next to you. Flirting up a storm. God you feel so bad feeling jealous of something so… beautiful but you can’t help it.

With a huff you gather up your notebooks and pens, before shoving them unceremoniously into your bag. You distantly hear your voice saying some strained goodbyes that are mostly ignored before heading out of the library and towards one of your preferred spots.

The winter wind seems to bite at your exposed face and arms because you feel a chill starting to overtake your body. Fucking hell, this is one of those times you wished you had temperature abilities.

You rubbed your arms and pushed open one of the many doors of the abandoned building that sat at the edge of campus. No one really came here because everyone thought it was haunted but it was still one of your absolutely favorite spots. Plus the spirits here liked you.

A cloud of dust puffed up from the old couch that you decided to settle on and your lungs immediately adjusted to the change in atmosphere. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

Fuck you needed to get your feelings under control. You had a crush on possibly the worst person to have a crush on. Especially because Jordan was basically head over heels in love with Marie. And worse you were pretty sure they knew you liked them. Or maybe they just liked to tease you for the hell of it.

Your head rolled back against the ancient cushions and sleep overtook you. The sounds of the dead creatures started to invade your dreams and you felt a smile spread over your face. Home. 

A few days after your little situation at the library you really did not think things could get any worse. But they did… you were casually strolling through campus on your way to class when you decided to take one of the many known short cuts.

What you didn’t expect to see was Jordan and Marie fully just making out in broad daylight, without a care in the world. A horrible pain shot through your entire body as you let out a gasp.

Your gasp must have been loud enough that it prompted them to stop making out and just as you saw Jordan’s head turning to look at you, you bolted out of there. 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You let out a deep breath when you got to another one of your favorite hiding places, the forest. You slid down one of the trees and onto the forest floor. A loud sob made its way out of your throat and tears involuntarily slid from your eyes.

You should have anticipated this. Fuck. The spirits didn’t even seem like much help as they circled around you. Being able to communicate with the dead turned out to be more of a blessing than a curse after you learned to control it. But times like this made it hard to actually rangle them.

Their loud wails matched your own as you started to feel drained. The world began to spin and suddenly everything turned black.

“Ow.” Was the first thing to leave your mouth when bright lights blinked down on you. A moment later the outline of a face appeared in front of your eyes.

“Oh thank god you’re awake.”

“Uh…”

“I’m Dani.” The person’s outline started to become less blurry and suddenly their face came into focus.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” The soft smile from Dani made one appear on your face as well as they started to help you up. Their long red hair was tied up in a bun but there were a bunch of random strands that fell out and framed their face.

“Hi.”

“Hi there. You gave me quite a scare.”

“Oh sorry about that.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry. I mean I found you unconscious in the forest during my run, I’m sorry that no one found you earlier.”

“Oh god, that’s embarrassing. I’ve kind of had a shitty- wait, what day is it?”

“Monday…”

“Shit, ok that’s good at least I didn’t black out for a week like last time.” You said, making Dani’s face turn from concerned to surprised.

“That’s some power you’ve got there.”

“Tell me about it.”

The next few weeks were bliss. The kind of bliss you never thought you would ever be granted. After you were released from the med bay, you and Dani hung out A LOT. They were naturally funny and charming and just incredible. You slowly started to forget about Jordan and the heartbreak that had led you to Dani.

Of course, you still saw Jordan and Marie around campus and you were nice to them but you put distance between yourself and them. You knew that you weren’t the kind of person who would get in between a relationship and you had Dani now.

God, it felt like you were falling harder than ever before as the hours and days rolled by. They seemed to actually like you as well.

Your powers even complimented each other! Even if they were opposites since you dealt with the dead and theirs dealt with bringing life to the things around them.

You even told them about Jordan and what prompted you to meet them in the first place. Somehow, it felt like you were healing. Your powers even seemed easier to control and it felt less like a task to get up in the morning.

It was the annual gala at God U and you had managed to snag tickets for you and Dani. It was sort of the first time you would be out as a couple, other than the few first dates you had been on.

You clutched onto Dani’s hand as you walked through the doors. You were both wearing comfy suits that were perfectly tailored and you both looked fucking amazing.

“You look so hot, love.” You whispered in Dani’s ear making a blush travel from their cheeks downward, highlighting their red hair.

“And you look fucking magestic.” They said, making you laugh and you gave them a quick kiss.

“Well, what do we have here?” The distinctive voice of Jordan Li made you turn towards them as a protective hand encircled your back. You were pulled towards Dani and you responded by looping an arm around their shoulders.

“Hey, Jord.”

“Hi Y/N, and you are?”

“Dani. Nice to meet you.”

“Would it be okay if I talked to Y/N for a second?” Jordan asked and you felt Dani stiffen beside you. You gave them a quick peck on the cheek before nodding and they smiled at you before slipping off to the bar.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know why you’ve been actively avoiding me lately.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“I can see that. Dani seems like a nice distraction.”

“Dani’s my partner. Not a distraction. So I repeat, what do you want Jordan?”

“I-” They seemed lost for a moment, making you roll your eyes. You weren’t going to go through the pain of this dance again.

“I’ve got to go, but it was good to see you again.” You bit out before heading over to Dani who had a concerned look on their face.

Jordan Li might have been your first love but you were certain Dani was going to be your last.

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(this is them btw AND OMGGGG)

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Christmas time - Charles x fem reader

Summary: You return home for Christmas and fin yourself spending it with and old lover and his family.

Warnings: None, just fluff and some angst.

AN: From the topic, you might know since when I've been working on this but I finally decided to finish it, I was going to wait till Christmas to publish it but what the heck. As you can see I have a thing for exes, writing here it's cheaper than therapy. As always feedback it's appreciated, accepting requests, and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list.

Christmas had always been a confusing time for you, you thought of it as too cheese but at the same time you could spend a whole weekend just watching and crying over Christmas

movies, so now that you were coming back home for the holidays after being away for so long, it felt as if you were in one of them.

You had been living in the US for 5 years, and like in all those stupid chick flicks, you had moved to the other side of the world because you wanted to escape your life after a painful breakup and the US was far enough from everyone you knew, and a certain sport your ex was part of. You were supposed to be studying there for 2 years but then the pandemic hit and you got stuck, you found a job that started as a part time but eventually became full time.

"Mom, are you serious? isn't Christmas a holiday you're supposed to spend with family?" you said as you struggle to wrap a present.

"What are you talking about? The Leclerc's are family! Don't you remember how many vacations we've spend together? the summers at the lake and winters up in the cabin? You, Lorenzo and Charles in your onesies playing in the snow as baby Arthur followed all of you around?"

Now you were kind of getting why you felt how you felt about christmas, your mom was in love with the holiday and it was cute but exhausting at the same time.

"Have you talk to them? I heard they went to the US a couple of times this year" In her defense, she had no idea you and Charles had been dating for a few months, actually as far as you knew only your best friend and Lorenzo knew about it after they found you making out in his kitchen one night after a party.

"No, we lost track of each other after I moved" you lied and returned to your wrapping task, actually Charles did try reaching out to you when he found out you moved and again when he went to race there, but you had all rights to ignore his calls and messages, the day you broke up he had been an ass.

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The fight started when you confronted him about some pictures of him at a nightclub in Austria, you had no problem with him having fun after a stressful weekend, the girl grinding her ass against his body, his hand on her waist and the fact that it wasn't the first time this had happened, was the problem.

"It was a fan, I didn't want to be rude", Clearly this superstar status had gone to his head. "They don't know I have a girlfriend! You want me to be rude?"

"And who decided we shouldn't tell anyone?"

"You know why I don't want them to..."

"Yeah, yeah protecting our privacy, I would buy that story if you weren't going around the fucking world letting girls grind against you every five fucking minutes!"

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, I won't change my mind about it" The defiant look on his face told you everything you needed to know and now it was your turn to make a decision.

"Don't worry, you don't have to lie to your fans anymore" You stormed out of his room, that was the last time you spoke to each other.

You cried for weeks, you actually loved him but seeing pictures of him with a different girl at parties and nightclubs after every race weekend was just too painful. It only took you a couple of weeks to realize that staying in Monaco was a bad idea, his face and name were all over the place. One day, like a miracle fallen from the sky, one of your teachers told you about a scholarship to study in the US, you didn't think it twice and applied, and two months later you were boarding a plane to New York.

A couple of days after you arrived to the US, Charles tried every posible way of getting in touch with you, but you sticked to your decision and ignored all his messages.

You couldn't actually say you had fallen out of love, the good moments had been amazing and those you would cherish forever. _______

"I don't have anything to wear tho" it was a lame excuse but you really wanted to escape the awkward christmas weekend your mom had planned.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I bought you a cute dress, it's in your closet!"

You finished loading the van with the tons of things your mom wanted to take for the weekend-long stay at the Lecrerc's cabin and finally went upstairs to deal with the stress of seeing your ex, you threw yourself on your childhood bed and closed your eyes.

"Hi sweety, can I come in?" Your dad knocked on your door.

"Dad! Of course" You rushed to hug him

"I missed you so much" he said as he kissed your head.

"Miss you too"

"You need to come more often" he brushed your hair like he used to when you were little.

"I know, I wish I could"

"Honey, don't forget to try on the dress" Your mom yelled from downstairs and you sight in exhaustion, you loved your mom but spending the holidays with your ex and his family wasn't on your list for a great christmas.

"I know, but Pascale has been really nice to your mom now that you've been away, you know how much she misses you"

"I was expecting to be just with you guys"

"C'mon sweety, this will be fun. Aren't you excited to see a certain Leclerc?" a mischievous smile on your dad's face made your heart fall to your feet.

"What are you talking about?" you almost choked on your own saliva.

"Darling, we all knew about your crush on Lorenzo, it was endearing" you unclenched your jaw when you heard Lorenzo's name. Your dad wasn't wrong tho when you were like 5 or 6 you had a crush on your friend's big brother; it was natural, you used to spend a lot of time at their house, and he was older and very attractive.

"That was a long time a go, dad" You smiled at the memory.

"I know, but it will be nice to spend some time all together, specially after they lost Hervé and our only daughter decided to move so far away" He looked at you with such loving eyes, you could just say yes with your head "Your mom's been quiet for too long, let me go see what that lady is up to" he hugged you again and left your room.

You walked to your closet and took the dress cover bag.

"Are you serious?" you couldn't help to say out loud as you took the red body con dress from the hanger. It was a beautiful, but it being ferrari red felt like life was mocking you. You took a couple of calming breaths as you tried to accept that you were fucked, the only "party" attire in your suitcase wasn't exactly family gathering material and it was too late to go shopping, that dress was your only option.

The next morning before the sun was up you were already in the back of your mom's van on your way to the country side, it was a two hour drive to the Leclerc's cabin, you tried to catch some sleep and fight the jet lag, but anxiety wouldn't let you and before you knew it you were parking next to a red alfa romeo.

"Oh my God!! Y/n!!! darling, what a wonderful surprise" a surprised Pascale rushed to hug you as soon as you got off the van.

"Hi, it's nice to see you too" You hugged her back, you did really like Pascale, she had always been like a second mother.

As she turned to greet your dad, you turned to your mother.

"They didn't knew I was coming?" You asked in a low voice.

"No, I wanted for it to be a cute surprise" Your mom said with a big smile and then turned to hug her best friend.

"Come on in, the boys are going to be so happy to see you" She took you by the shoulders and dragged you inside the house as you pulled your suitcase.

"I wouldn't bet on it" you thought to yourself.

"Boys! come help with the bags!" She yelled as she entered the house "Wait 'till they see you!, want something to drink?" She pulled you inside the kitchen.

"Mom, where are we putting tomorrow's dinner thi..." Charles cut himself off and stopped in the middle of the kitchen entrance when he saw you.

"Mate, move! you're in the way" Arthur pushed Charles to the side walking in with a couple of bags "Y/N!" the youngest Leclerc let the bags fall over the kitchen table and rushed to hug you.

"Hi, Art" You said almost out of breath from the tight hug. "Oh my, you look so grown up!"

"Don't be fooled, it's just the outside" Said Lorenzo as he entered the kitchen with more bags, setting them on the table and pushing Arthur away to hug you "It's so nice to see you"

"Same" You hugged him back.

"This is a Christmas miracle" Lorenzo said as he turned to look at Charles with a cheeky grin on his face, he knew exactly what was happening and he found it incredibly amusing "I'm so glad I didn't skip christmas this year" He whispered as he walked past Charles.

"Shut up" Charles whispered back.

"Hi, Y/n" Charles left the bags on the floor, walked towards you and got his arms around your body as you shily hugged him back, his scent and body heat felt so familiar like it had been just a couple of days since the last time you two had been cuddling in his bed. "It's nice to see you," he said against your ear, his soft warm breath brushing your neck giving you goosebumps.

"It's nice to see you too"

You could feel Lorenzo's sight on you as he was bitting his cheek trying not to burst out laughing at the awkwardness between you two, thank God it was only him who noticed.

All of you finished unloading the van and tried to organize the sleeping situation.

"I can totally sleep on the couch, Pascale, don't worry about it" You said as soon as she offered to give you Charles' room.

"Oh no darling, you're not sleeping on the couch, Charles can sleep with Lorenzo or with Arthur, don't worry about it"

"But..."

"Don't even try, you won't convince her, let me" Said Charles taking your bag from your hand and walked up the stairs.

You followed him to his room. As soon as you walked in a thousand memories rushed trough your mind, during your relationship you had gone up to that cabin a few times, it was the only place you two could be alone.

"Thanks" You said in a low voice when he left your bag on his bed.

"You're welcome" He turned to look at you, you held his gaze a couple of seconds before his beautiful green eyes got your heart rushing a thousand miles and you had to look somewhere else trying to catch your breath, you walked to his closet to hang the dress bag.

"I called you, several times"

"I know" You said as you awkwardly played with the plastic material.

"I wanted to..."

"Mate, mom is calling you" Arthur walked in startling both of you.

"I'll be right there"

"Now" Said Arthur and walked down the stairs.

"We should go" you nervously said and followed Art downstairs.

Your mom, Pascale, Enzo and yourself prepared lunch as your dad talked to Arthur and Charles about the last racing season.

The whole group sat to have lunch, Pascale asked you about your life in New York, your apartment, your job, your friends.

"...and is there a special someone?" your mom's friend asked with a mischievous grin on her face, you noticed how Charles tensed at the question and Lorenzo noticed too.

"Yeah, are you breaking many hearts?" Lorenzo added, softly kicking his brother under the table, Charles flipped him off discretely as he "scratched" his cheek.

"Not as many as you Enzo, are you still dating Adrianne?" You diverted the attention successfully.

After lunch everyone moved to sit outside around the deck fireplace, night came and it started snowing which meant it was time to go to sleep, there was a lot to do the next morning.

You laid in Charles's bed, his scent was as intoxicating as it was soothing, you couldn't lie, you missed that smell, once you even ended up dating a guy just because he used the same cologne.

After an hour of trying to fall asleep and failing miserably at it, you gave up and decided to go prepare yourself a hot cup of tea. You got your robe on and walked down to the kitchen.

You prepared your tea and went to sit outside by the fireplace, the snow had stopped, it was cold but a couple of logs were still burning to give just enough heat to make it enjoyable.

"You're going to catch a cold" Charles' voice scared you, making you spill some hot tea over your hand.

"Ahhh, ouch"

"Shit!" Charles rushed to your side taking some snow from one of the chairs, he kneeled in front of you and placed the snow over your hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you" he turned to look at you.

"It's ok" He kept his hand on yours, and you stood still for a while as the snow melted between your hands.

"I'm sorry" he said again.

"It's ok, it wasn't that hot anymore"

"I'm not talking about the tea" his voice in that low pitch that let you know this was a serious matter.

"Charles, you don't need to... I don't...I'm.." You had no idea what to say, you had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in your head and had worked amazing responses to every possible apology or complaint, but having him right there, kneeling in front of you with his hand caressing yours was just too much for your brain to process, you couldn't even look at him.

"Listen, I was an asshole, I let stupid ideas get to my head, I did a lot of stupid things, and I've regretted them every single day since the moment you walked out my door."

"Y/n" he took your chin and made you look up at him "I'm sorry, I've missed you so fucking much" your chest moved faster, no coherent thought in your mind.

"It's getting cold, we should go inside" you removed your hand from his and walked directly to his room without looking back. You were overwhelmed, you still had feelings for him, but it had been too long, you had a life in New York. It broke your heart to think that maybe you had wasted your only chance to be with him.

It was around 3 or 4 am when you finally cried yourself to sleep.

A soft knock on the door woke you up.

"Come in" you sat on the bed and tried to fix your hair.

"Good morning" Lorenzo walked in the room, a tray in his hands with a cup of coffee and a couple pancakes.

"Hi, thanks" You took the tray from his hands and took a small sip of coffee, it was so good.

"You're welcome, I figured that after staying up late you could use some breakfast in bed" You looked at him confused.

"My window it's right above the deck"

"Oh, sorry about that"

"Don't worry about it. But, he really is sorry, you have no idea how many times he begged for me to call you, he knew you would answer my calls, but to be honest I didn't think he deserved you then"

"And now?"

"I've been to New York, it ain't that cool, and I would love to see you around Monaco and the tracks more often" He winked at you and walked out of the room.

You had your breakfast in bed as you tried to figure out what the fuck were you supposed to do with what you felt and what Lorenzo had told you. It was almost noon, you had a shower and finally walked downstairs to help with the Christmas preparations for that evening.

The smell coming from the kitchen was amazing, your mom and Pascale were the greatest cooks you've ever met, actually, their food was one of the things you missed the most after you moved.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I ordered some bread from the town and I think we might need a couple more wine bottles" Pascale said as she looked at a message on her phone.

"I can go pick it up" You offered, you were used to being questioned by your mom every time you called home, but now there were two of them bombarding you with a ton of questions, making you feel a bit overwhelmed, so a lonely trip to the village seemed like a great way to take a breather.

"Darling, I don't know, you haven't driven on this side of the road for a while, and the road might be snowed" If only your mother knew how many times you had taken Charles's car out for a spin and done pretty reckless stunts.

"I can drive you" Charles offered walking in the kitchen.

"Yes, let Charles drive you" Great, it had gone from bad to worse.

"But...ok" You knew trying to convince your mom to let you go on your own was a lost cause and saying no to the offer would seem weird and offensive, you took your jacket and walked outside.

You both were so nervous, the only sound in the car was the music coming from the speakers, you couldn't help to look at him out of the corner of your eye, he was tense as he kept a tight grip on the steering wheel and you found it incredibly attractive, one of the things you enjoyed the most when dating Charles was looking at him as he was driving, the way his hands worked the steering wheel and his sight focused on the road was something that turned you on.

You finally got to the village and walked inside a small store, you split the list of things and walked your own way to get them all.

"Y/n?" someone called your name behind you.

"Oh my, Ed, hi!" You hugged the guy standing behind you, he had been one of your uni classmates.

"It's so nice to see you, how's everything, how's New York?"

"It's good, how are you?"

"Same old, same old, how long are you going to be here? We should go get a coffee or something"

"Y/n" Charles spoke before you could answer "Two chardonnays should be good? we have 3 merlots at home" He said showing the two wine bottles he was holding in his left hand, as his right arm grabbed you nonchalantly by the waist.

"Oh, sorry mate, hi, Charles" Charles left the wine bottles in the shopping cart and extended his hand to shake Ed's but kept his arm around you.

"Hi, no worries, you are... Charles Leclerc"

"Yeah"

"Wow, uhm, big fan"

"Thanks" Charles smiled at your friend, from the outside this all seemed innocent and nice, but you knew he was marking his territory. "We need to hurry, we still need to stop by the bakery" He said looking at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat, it had been so long since he had looked at you in that way.

"I should go too, I still got some presents to buy, it was nice to see you y/n, and nice to meet you Charles, good luck on the next season"

"Thanks, mate, appreciated" Charles shook his hand, and as you took a step forward to kiss your friend goodbye, his arm never left your body. When Ed was out of sight you turned to look at Charles inquisitively as he took the spices from your hand and placed them in the tiny shopping cart.

"Let's go" He pushed the cart as if nothing had happened and walked to the register.

"Stop looking at me like that" he finally said as you were on the drive back to the cabin.

"That was low"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he faked innocence.

"Make him think we're together, that was low"

"You went with it, didn't you?" You instantly blushed at his comment.

"I did it just so you wouldn't look like a fool"

A soft breathy laugh left his mouth as he turned to stop in a hiking trail parking lot.

"What are you doing?" you asked confused as he turned off the car.

"Come" he got off the car, confused you did as he said, he leaned against the hood of the car and you walked towards him.

"Charles?" You asked as you stood a safe distance from him, your arms crossed over your chest.

"We need to talk"

"Charles, please, I..." You rubbed your eyes in slight despair, you were pretty much in the middle of nowhere there was no escaping from him this time.

"Please, just listen to me, if when I'm done you don't want to talk about it anymore, we'll get in the car and we never talk about this ever again, but right now, just listen to me, ok?" his beautiful green eyes made you weak and you couldn't say no.

"Ok"

"Y/n, I really am sorry, I swear nothing happened with any of those girls, I never cheated on you..."

"Charles..."

"Shut... up!" His voice was a soft growl as he took you by your arms and pulled you a little closer to him, you stared into his eyes, frozen "Please, listen to me, I know I've said I'm sorry like a million times in the last 24 hours, but I really feel like I owe you so many apologies. I was an asshole, I could try to explain myself but at the end of the day I was young and stupid, and I let this "famous driver" shit get to my head, I lost myself, and on the way, I ended up losing the most amazing and wonderful woman ever. I pushed you away and you had all right to kick me out of your life, but please, if there's just one small part of you that would like to try this again, please, I'm begging you, just give me one more chance, please"

You felt your heart rush, you had thought about this moment a million times, and 90% of them the answer was negative, not because you didn't love him, but because you could see how happy he was without you, winning races, taking pictures with fans, partying with the rest of the drivers, having the freedom he seemed to miss when he was with you.

"Y/N?"

"How do I know this isn't going to end up badly? You've been single for the last 5 years, are you sure you want to give up all you have?"

"I'm not the same idiot you left 5 years ago, I swear, I don't need anyone but you, I don't WANT anyone but you" He pulled you closer, his arms around your waist in a tight hug as you keep your arms crossed over your chest trying to put as much distance between you two. "I know I'm asking for a lot, you have a life somewhere else and I swear I wouldn't be asking for another chance if I didn't actually mean it, I swear on everything that's sacred for me, that I'm going to do my best to make this work and make you the happiest girl in the world, but please give me another chance"

"Are you sure this isn't just the holiday blues? what if I hadn't come this Christmas, would you feel the same?" Your rational side fighting hard against the side that just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

"Do you really think I just came up with this?" A soft smile escaped his lips as he unhooked one of his arms from around your waist and took his cell phone from his jacket, he clicked around for a bit, then turned the screen towards you as he slowly scrolled through the screen, there were dozens of undelivered messages, you could only catch a few words but most of them were of how much he missed you and begging for you to forgive him and come back. "The last one is from last week, I've missed you every day for five years"

You turned to look at him, this movement from your head making the tears that flooded your eyes fall down your cheeks. He got his phone inside his jacket and cleaned your tears with his fingers.

"I love you, y/n, and you can say no, I don't want to force you to do anything, you don't even have to give me an answer right now, but just think about it, ok?"

You couldn't talk and you just nodded your head.

"Good, now let's go, it's getting dark" He leaned in and kissed your lips so softly that if your eyes had been closed you would have doubted it ever happen. He led you to the passenger seat, opened the door for you, and then went to get inside the car.

You drove in silence again, you knew your answer but were you making the right decision?

As he pulled next to your parent's van you fixed yourself as much as you could.

"Darling, what took you so long?" Pascale walked towards you to help with the bags.

"Sorry, I found an old friend and caught up talking" You excused yourself before Charle could say anything.

As the boys helped with setting the table and bringing in more wood for the fireplace, you couldn't help to notice how good was the relationship between your dad and the Leclerc boys, he had turned into their father figure and it filled your heart, you knew this kind of relationship between your dad and any other guy in your life was going to be impossible. Tears started forming in your eyes again.

"All done" you said setting the last couple of cookies on the cooling rack "I'm going to get dressed" You quickly removed the apron and rushed upstairs before anyone could notice your watery eyes.

As you walked inside the bedroom you saw a small red box on the bed, you took it and opened it slowly to find a beautiful gold tuberose necklace and a handwritten note inside.

"I've had this for years and I finally got the chance to give it to you, I remember that night you called our love a "Tuberose love" because it seemed it only bloomed hidden in the dark, but this is a gold tuberose, it can bloom day or night, as long as it's around your neck.

I love you, always,

Charles"

You cried and held the beautiful necklace in your hand.

You showered and got ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror, the red dress looked better than you ever imagined, maybe that Ferrari red wasn't a bad idea after all, maybe that color could grow on you again. You got the necklace around your neck, the gold piece shining perfectly over the fabric.

"Come on kids, it's time" Your dad yelled from downstairs, you took a last deep breath and walked down to meet everyone.

Charles' eyes lit up as soon as he saw you enter the dining room, his sight focused on the gold detail hanging from your neck and he couldn't help to smile, he pulled the chair by his side and gestured you to take a seat next to him.

You sat by his side as everyone else took their places, he looked around and you took his hand under the table, he turned to look at you and you noticed his eyes were red as if he was about to cry.

"All good?" you whispered worried

"Never been better" he smiled and gave your hand a little squeeze.

You had dinner, the best Christmas dinner to date.

It was close to 3 am when the parents decided it had been enough for them and left for bed, Lorenzo and Arthur went to get some more wood and Charles took the chance to sit next to you on the living room floor, putting a blanket over your bodies as he placed his arm around your shoulders.

"Thanks" you said taking the necklace and looking at it.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you liked it" He kissed your hair.

"I love it... not as much as I love you, tho" You finally said, his face turned fast to look at you as you turned to look at him.

"So... you...uhm" He stutter

"Did I just make Charles Leclerc stutter?" you smiled teasingly.

"Shut up" he said as he took your face and pulled you in for a kiss, that kiss you had waited for so long.

"What the hell?" Arthur yelled as he dropped the logs on the living room floor.

"Well, this time it can't be a secret, this one can't keep his mouth shut" Said Lorenzo leaving the logs next to the fireplace.

"This time? why am I always the last one to find this shit out!?, You have a lot of explaining to do" Said Arthur inquisitively as he sat across from you.

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[albed-hoe]

RAHHH i’m back 👹👹👹

today i made the subconcious decision to pull for c1 hutao with my 30 saved wishes for furina and genuinely cannot tell if i’m upset abt it or not (i have so many unbuilt 5 stars it’s TERRIBLE i cannot afford to add her to my collection 😭.)

BUT IM NOT HERE TO RANT YOUR EAR OFF!

i’m here to deliver that lynette version you oh so requested 😘

NOTE: IK YOU LEGIT JUST GOT BACK INTO WRITING SO DONT FEEL THE NEED TO WRITE THIS ASAP JUST LET IT SIT UNTIL YOU FEEL UR CREATIVE MIND JUICES FLOWING AND TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF 👹👹👹👹

but yes, i thought while it’s fresh in my mind i’ll submit this entry to you for when you feel like writing this specific prompt 😁

SO without further adieu,

FOUND FAMILY /w COMFORT PT 2: so this is following a similar path to my freminet one. basically m!reader decided to take a peaceful walk around the court of fontaine with freminet (it can be a continuation of the first part or a completely seperate writing piece, up to you!) and on the way they run into lynette. ofc they invite her along and ask why she isn’t with her brother, and she explains how he’s off with the traveller on some errands.

they all decide to sit down to have some tea & sweets and m!reader offers to order (bc freminet is a lil shy and lynette jus isn’t a people gal), so freminet goes to sit at a table & lynette stands in line to wait for the order after m!reader has finished paying (once again, lyney scored bae material 😍).

after m!reader sits down with freminet and starts a lil conversation abt what he found diving a few days ago, he notices lynette getting hit on by some random dude. she’s visibly uncomfortable and attempting to move away from this man but he is PERSISTENT (not physically touching her but he’s pretty pushy)

ofc, m!reader isn’t gonna tolerate this vile behaviour towards his future sister-in-law, so he goes up to the man and creates distance between the two and (not so kindly) tells the dude to fuck off. creepo notices the vision on our person (idm what element 🫶🏻) and quickly scurries off.

m!reader verbally assures lynette (he’s wary of making her uncomfortable by hugging her bc ifykyk) that he won’t let anything happen to her whilst he’s around and lynette gives a lil smile (FJAKFKWKFKQ I LOVE THE TRIO SM 😭)

eventually the tea & cakes come and freminet runs up to lynette worried abt her, but she jus reassures him that she’s okay and they enjoy a peaceful afternoon snack together <33

later on m!reader gets a knock on his door, only to open it and find a teary eyed lyney with a massive fuckin bouquet. ofc we’re in shock, but before we question everything he chucks them on the floor of our house and gives us a massive hug, thanking us once again for looking out so much for his family (with lynette’s heartbreaking backstory i just know something like this would freak lyney tf out). we just hug him back and say how his family is our family and how he loves lyney’s siblings like his own (fixing my family issues w this request for real 😔) and i’m lyney is 100% planning their marriage once more in his head 😭.



Found Family (Lynette ver.)

Characters: Freminet, Lynette & Lyney x GN!Reader (no mention of gender, but reader is putting ring on Lyney's finger in daydream at the end)

Summary: Lynette is attacked by a creep, but Lyney's future husband/partner comes to the rescue!

Warnings: Creep attacking Lynette, fluff, silly little Lyney at the end

Word count: 674

A/n: Okayyy I have an ask from over a year ago about reader’s first time with Kazuha and I wanna write that so bad?? Do you guys want that too?👀 (This is not a continuation of the Freminet ver.)

The streets of the Court of Fontaine were busy as a usual weekend afternoon would make them. You were walking around, observing the different food stalls and stores with Freminet trailing you. The boy was looking around at different things that interested him, tugging on your sleeve to show you items from time to time. (HELP HE’S SO ADORABLE) Suddenly, you spotted a familiar whisp of hair in the distance. You take Freminet’s hand and pull him to catch up with the other person.

“Lynette!” You call out to the boy’s sister, catching her attention. She turns around and gives you a nod in greeting. “Hello, [Y/N].” She ruffles her brother’s hair to greet him, as she usually would.

Lynette had a good feeling about you as soon as Lyney had introduced you to her. She had a knack for being able to ‘detect’ someone’s intentions and from day one, she was sure you were a good person. Normally she would keep her guard up and try to protect her brothers from people who would try to take advantage of them, but… You were different. She approved of you.

You invite them both for some tea and sweets at a smaller café, bringing them over to find a table. You ask them what they both want and head over to place the order at the counter. As you finish telling the server the orders and paying, you return to the table and sit with Freminet, striking up light conversation. When you turn to the lineup to see where Lynette is, you find a man getting quite close to her. You knew she was not a fan of social interactions, so it was a little odd to see someone acting so familiar with the girl while she was looking nervous. Something about his mannerisms was getting to you, but you could not quite figure out what it was until he touched her upper arm. The sudden disrespect towards your (future) sister-in-law prompts you to walk up to the two, and you grab the man’s arm holding on hard enough to make him let go.

“Kindly leave, before I make you.” You say, with a sarcastic smile on your face. Lynette is standing behind a hand resting on the area the man had been grabbing. He laughs in disbelief and scoffs.

“Or what? She obviously wants me.” Lynette turns away in disgust to wait at the counter for the order. Your vision glows and your grip strengthens.

“Or you’ll regret it.” An expression of fear settles on his face as he sees the anger in your eyes. You let his arm go and he turns around and leaves without saying another word. You turn back to Lynette, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“You okay?” You ask her. She nods and you both take the order and join Freminet at the table.

The tea and sweets get gobbled up and the three of you make your way back to the siblings’ home after finishing up. You say your goodbyes and you part ways with them, heading back to your small apartment.

A few hours later, a knock is heard at the door. You open it to see Lyney holding a massive bouquet with tears in his eyes. Before you can question him, he drops the bouquet on the ground and throws himself in your arms.

“Thank you so much for taking care of my siblings!!” He says into your neck, your arms coming to wrap around his back after you recover from your shock.

After a few moments, you pull him away from you and set your hands on both his shoulders.

“Your family is mine, Lyney. You entrusted your siblings with me, so I cared for them.” His eyes water up again and he hugs you even harder than the first time. As he cries into your shoulder, his mind keeps replaying a scene of you slipping a ring over his finger to tie the knot between you both forever.

Not 100% proud of this one but eh :/

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[lysenfeu]

Pair of Aces - Chapter 5. Day Five

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 5. Day Five

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.4k~

Summary: Vigilante makes a key discovery in the Butterfly's plan and our pair gets a little closer.

Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence, Bad Flirting (kind of)

A/N: This chapter is finally done thank god. It’s a little shorter than the others but these two are getting sooooo close, we’re almost at the tipping point!

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She woke up the next morning and instantly regretted it. A pounding headache and dry mouth greeted her with reminders of how much she drank the night before. She dragged herself to the bathroom, pointedly ignoring the masked man happily humming on the other side of the room. How the fuck was he so cheery? She felt like she’d been run over by a truck.

She leant over the sink and splashed cold water on her face, staring into the mirror with bleary hungover eyes.

I am never drinking again.

It was a blatant lie, the same thing she said to herself after every hangover. It never stuck but she found comfort in the little routine, berating herself for embarrassing decisions took some of the edge off. And fuck, was last night embarrassing. Embarrassing, inappropriate, unprofessional…

…super fucking hot.

She shook her head again and splashed more water on her cheeks, groaning at her slowly slipping self-control. There wasn’t time for this kind of thing, there was work to do. She quickly got dressed, took a deep breath and steeled herself for another day.

She exited the bathroom and made her way back over to the beds. She quickly picked up the bowls from the nightstand and started to walk back across the room to prepare breakfast.

“Um, do you have anything that isn’t oatmeal?” Vigilante hesitantly piped up, sitting up on his bed and watching her with the bowls.

She chuckled, moved back to her bed and set the bowls back down. “Not into another morning of maple?”

He shook his head at her as she started rummaging through her pack. “Alright, I’ve got granola bars and some apples.” She stood back up with the items in her hand and offered them to him.

He got up and grabbed a chocolate chip granola bar and an apple before moving over and sitting down on the couch. “Thanks. Do you always have so many snacks?”

She sat down next to him and unwrapped a granola bar. “Yeah, I’m pretty much always on the move so I got used to taking food everywhere with me.”

He nodded. “Makes sense. It’s really useful.” He rolled up his mask and smiled at her before taking a bite of the shiny red apple. She couldn’t help but watch as his incisors tore into the fruit, shredding the ripe flesh between his teeth.

Oh, come on! It’s too early for this.

She forced herself to avert her gaze and pulled out her phone instead, deciding to flip through her camera roll and ignore him.

“Whatcha looking at?” His muffled voice rang out through a mouthful of apple bits.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t talk with your mouth full! I’m looking at the photos from the farmhouse.” She sighed and scrunched up her face in concentration on the images. “There’s something we’re missing, I know it. I just need to figure out what.”

He made sure he had chewed and swallowed before responding to her. “Can I take a look?”

“Go ahead.” She shrugged and handed him the phone. “It just doesn’t make sense. Absolutely no one could be living in that place, but half a dozen people came out of nowhere.” She groaned in annoyance and balled up her granola bar wrapper, throwing it on the coffee table with more force than necessary.

He didn’t respond, intently focused on the pictures of the various rooms inside the farmhouse. They sat silently for a few moments while Vig scrolled through the images. Suddenly, he turned towards her with another smile.

“There.” 

He handed back the device and pointed to the left corner. On the screen was the kitchen area of the building. It had scratched flooring and chipped counters wall to wall, with broken pipes and rusted appliances scattered around. She looked carefully at the corner Vigilante was pointing to but she didn’t see anything unusual. 

“There what? What am I looking for?”

He leaned in and tapped the screen again in the lower corner. “Look at the floorboards.” She squinted at the zoomed-in floor. In the back corner, there was a large chunk of crown moulding missing and a dark gap between the edge of the wall and the floor.

“Okay? There’s …a hole?” She was still confused.

“Back at the Goff mansion, Peacemaker and I ended up in this weird sub-basement. It was dug out underground.” Vigilante explained. “Butterflies are insects, right? I think they like to burrow.”

Her eyes lit up with understanding. “There’s something under the house!”

He nodded and grinned at her. “Exactly.”

“This might be what we’ve been missing the whole time. Come on!” She leapt off the couch and rushed over to her gear bag. “Let’s go check this out.”

Vig tossed his apple core in the garbage and grabbed his own bags. They both quickly headed out to the car and drove the short distance to the farmhouse. She was giddy with excitement at the possible discovery, hopeful it would explain what the fuck was happening out here.

She was the first one in the house this time, making sure it was still empty and undisturbed from their last visit the day before. Vigilante followed her in and they made their way to the kitchen to inspect that gap in the floorboards. He leaned down and closely examined the missing moulding and cracked floor before straightening up.

“There’s definitely something under here, give me a hand?”

She leaned down next to him and they both pried at the flooring. Several pieces pulled away and exposed the edge of a wooden plank stuck underneath. They worked together to pull more pieces away and slowly uncovered the full plank, revealing it to be a hatch with a metal pull ring in the center. Vig kicked away some of the debris from the corner, trying to clear a path around the edges.

She was briefly distracted by the fact he was using his right foot. “Hey, you’re not limping anymore? Is your foot okay?”

He looked over at her and then down at his right foot. “Oh! Yeah, it’s all better now.” She raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously and he tried to reassure her. “Seriously, it’s fine. I barely even notice it anymore.”

it wasn’t the right moment for this conversation so she let it slide, filing it away under the ‘weird Vigilante things’ mental folder she’d been slowly compiling the whole trip. Focusing back on the hatch, they finally got it free and were able to tug it open. The hatch revealed a ladder that descended into pitch-black darkness deep underneath the house.

“Holy shit, you were right.” She gave him an incredulous look before staring down into the dark pit.

“I’ll go first.” Vig was already stepping down onto the ladder while fishing out a flashlight from his utility belt. 

“Be careful.”

He nodded at her before continuing on his descent, the torch lighting up the way down. After a minute or so she heard him hit the bottom and call up to her it was safe. She took a deep breath and started climbing down after him, grateful for the light he was shining for her.

When she reached the bottom, she steadied herself and tried to look around but the darkness enveloped everything outside the torch’s range. Vigilante was swinging the light around, looking for something.

“Here we go!” He exclaimed and lights flooded the area. 

He had found a switch and dozens of overhead lamps all flickered on simultaneously, giving them a fully lit view of the space. She spun around, taking in the strange environment as best she could. It looked to be a large cavern, dug straight into the ground with strategically placed supports and beams holding it together.

“Stay close, we don’t know how deep this place goes.” He cautioned her and she agreed. Burrowing was definitely the correct word for this place, it was like a maze of tunnels. The hallways were wide enough for them to walk side by side as they explored the underground base. There were over a dozen long tunnels all connected with twists and turns through the space. Knocked-over crates, empty glass jars and several industrial hand trucks littered the floors and corners but she didn’t see anything else. 

She tried to keep track of where there were going but quickly got turned around, everything looked the damn same. …except for that one.

“Hey, look!” She grabbed his arm and pointed to her left. She had spotted another ladder, different than the one they had climbed down initially. She tugged him over towards it and looked up, seeing another wooden hatch at the top.

Without a word, Vigilante grabbed onto the ladder and started the climb.

“Be careful, you don’t know what’s up there!” She called up to him as he pushed open the hatch and poked his head through.

“Oh, fuck!” Vig yelled out and ducked down, quickly closing the hatch behind him and racing back down the ladder.

“What happened? Are you ok?”

He was coughing and trying to take deep breaths through his mask. “It leads to that pasture I shot all the Butterflies in. The bodies are still there.” He gagged again. “Out in this heat, it’s fucking disgusting.”

She grimaced in sympathy, having dealt with her share of corpses before. She grabbed one of the crates laying around and turned it over so they could both sit down.

“What the fuck is this place?” She sighed. There was so much new information from their discovery but she was still confused. These tunnels were clearly how they got all those people into the house without anyone seeing them. But what for?

“Why would they drive to the pasture if they had these tunnels?” She closed her eyes and tried to remember exactly what had happened the other day. Seven people had come out, gotten in the truck and driven to the pasture. Then they…what did they do? Before Vig shot them, they did something. What was it?

She was interrupted from her thoughts by Vigilante suddenly shoving her off the crate. 

“Hey! What the fu-” She started to yell at him but she quickly shut up as he kicked the crate over and reached inside. He pulled out what looked to be a clipboard that had been stuck in one of the broken slats on the crate. Flipping it over, he held it out so they could both see it. Big bold letters marked the top of the page clipped to the board.

GLEN TAI BOTTLING COMPANY - DELIVERY INVOICE

The words stared back at her. What was Glen Tai? Deliveries?

“The bottles.” Vig spoke quietly and she turned to look at him. “They’re transporting crates of those glass jars with liquid inside them.”

That was what the Butterflies were doing in the pasture, she remembered now. They pulled jars out of a crate and ingested something from them. She looked around at all the tunnels surrounding them, at all the broken crates and jars on the ground.

“This is a food transport system.” 

She understood now. Well, as much as she understood anything to do with the Butterflys currently. What she did know was they weren’t fully human, they needed this liquid and they were definitely using these tunnels to distribute it.

She looked over at Vig and he was staring down at the clipboard still. 

“There’s a delivery scheduled for tomorrow.” He handed her the invoice and she quickly scanned the page. It looked like they had regular deliveries to this area, coming in and out through the farmhouse and god knows where else through these tunnels. Lucky for them, there was a drop-off listed for the following afternoon.

“Well, then I guess we’ll have to come visit them tomorrow!” She sounded chipper at the thought.

Vigilante cocked his head to the side in confusion. “And do what?”

She looked at him with a grin. “And kill every single last one of them.”

They raced back through the tunnels, only getting lost twice which felt like an accomplishment. Surfacing in the dilapidated farmhouse they quickly headed back to the Sebring.

He stopped before opening the car door and turned towards her. “Hey, I know we didn’t kill anyone today but can we still get pizza?”

She thought for a moment, then smiled at him. “Okay, sure. Finding that hatch was a stroke of genius so I’ll agree to a victory pizza. Same toppings as last time?” 

Vigilante nodded happily as they hopped in and he pulled the car onto the main road, heading toward the town. A short stop at the pizza place and they were back in the motel enjoying the hot pepperoni and mushroom goodness.

They ate mostly in silence, deeply engrossed in the food after a long day exploring weird caves. It was a comfortable silence, they were both trying to understand exactly what was happening down there and what would go down tomorrow. 

She eyed the pizza sitting on the coffee table. She knew she had finished her half of the pizza but there was one slice left in the box, taunting her. He wouldn’t mind, right? It was just one slice. She reached over and quickly snagged it out of the box, consequences be damned.

“Hey, that was mine!” She glanced over at the outburst, his outrage at her thievery evident. She raised the slice to her mouth in defiance but froze when she saw the deadly serious look on his face. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed behind the red visor glass, staring her down. 

Oh shit.

She leapt up from the couch and tried to quickly move the slice in her hand far away from him before he pounced. Unfortunately, he was faster than her and managed to snake his arms around her waist, pulling her back into him and preventing her escape.

"Stealing is a crime you know!" He growled in her ear.

She froze again, completely distracted by how he was pressed into her and holding her firmly in place against him. She could feel the heat from his body radiating through his t-shirt as he tugged her into his solid grip.

He slid one arm out to grab her elbow and pull her arm back towards him, trying to maneuver the pizza slice into his open mouth for a bite. She quickly realized his intentions and twisted away, trying to break his grip at the last second. He refused to let her go and was pulled forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder instead of the pizza.

He stilled immediately, teeth still clamped onto her skin. He expected to be met with the usual 'No biting!' like Peacemaker always yelled, or at least some sort of angry response. Instead, she reacted by arching into him with a barely disguised whimper escaping from the back of her throat. Surprised, he slowly released her shoulder from the clutch of his teeth.

She immediately started to yell at him, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "What the fuck!"

"I was aiming for the food!"

"Well, you fucking missed!" She hissed, renewing her struggle against his hold.

He wrapped his free arm back around her ribs and forced her to hold still while he leaned in, muttering lowly in her ear. "...did you enjoy that?"

“Dude, what the hell!” She protested strongly, this was not a conversation she wanted to have right now.

“What? It sure sounded like it, I want to know.” 

She flailed even harder against him trying to get away. “Just let me go!” 

"Nuh-uh." He chastised her attempt and gripped her even harder, pulling her tight against his chest. "Food for your freedom, those are the terms."

"I don't negotiate with terrorists!" All her efforts to break out of his hold were futile, but she was hoping the movement would help disguise just how hard she was breathing.

"Is this you being terrorized?" He laughed right by her ear, his breath ghosting against the cool streak of saliva still decorating the imprint he left on her shoulder. Shivers raced down her spine at the sudden sensation and she stopped struggling, still trapped in his arms.

"How about this, give me the pizza and I'll bite you again." He stated plainly, in that cursed nonchalant tone.

"Don't you mean or? Like a threat?"

"Nope." 

She could practically hear the grin on his face widen.

Oh goddammit.  

If he hadn’t been holding her up, she’s certain she would have fallen on the floor with how quickly her knees are turning to jelly. She needed this to stop before she made a mistake.

“Don’t. Just take it.” She mumbled and raised the slice in her hand back towards him without looking, then went limp in his arms. “Please let me go now.”

He immediately dropped his grasp on her and slowly took the piece of pizza. She stepped away, trying to put as much distance between them as she could. He frowned, watching her practically run away from him. 

“Hey. I was just teasing, you didn’t have t-”

She cut him off with a shake of her head. “It’s your slice! I just don’t feel well, still kind of hungover.” 

He relaxed a little but still looked at her warily.  “Do you need anything?”

“Um, water maybe?” She was surprised at his offer but she was in fact thirsty.

He nodded and walked over to the nightstand, grabbing one of the leftover glasses from the previous evening with one hand while he munched on his recovered slice of pizza. He filled the glass with water from the tap and brought it out to her.

“Thanks.” She sipped the water slowly. There was a moment of silence between them, broken up only by Vig chewing the last few bites of the food.

Eventually, she broke the slightly tense atmosphere with a question she thought would distract him. “So, for tomorrow. What kind of firepower do you think we’ll need?”

She was correct, he jumped at the question and spent the next few hours going through every single weapon the two of them had brought. She bit her tongue and let him pick up each and every blade in her cases, listening as he explained exactly how he would use each one in their mission tomorrow. He wanted to bring everything, who knows what they would need? She cautiously reminded him they couldn’t carry all of that down with them and that they needed to prioritize.

“You can’t bring thirty-seven blades with you Vig. You only have two hands, come on.”

“But they’re all different!” He whined. “What if we need a specific knife and you didn’t let me bring it and then the whole thing goes to shit and we both die? What then!”

She crossed her arms. “We are not going to die because I didn’t let you bring both a four-inch and a six-inch model of the same damn knife.”

“You don’t know that!”

“The great and talented Vigilante, taken down because of a slightly too short knife?” She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. “I thought you were better than that.”

He scowled at her, easily rising to the bait. “It wouldn't be my fault, it would be yours but fine! I’ll just have to use my awesome skills to compensate for your unreasonably limited weapon choices.”

She rolled her eyes as she packed away the ten knives she had allowed him to select from her collection. He did have decent taste, the selection contained several of her favourites. She placed them in her large duffel bag next to the stash of guns, ammo and adhesive explosives that Task Force X had included in their gear. Those would be coming in especially handy for tomorrow.

Vig called out to her after she had finished with the gear. “Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”

She gave him a small smile as thanks, flicked off the lights and crawled into bed. Before she closed her eyes and drifted off, she gently ran a finger over the small mark on her shoulder and thought about the man across the room responsible for it. She just had to survive one more night with him. 

Just one more night.

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A/N: These two, I swear to god. Idiots, the both of them lol. Just one night left! Let me know what you think so far :)

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we all know i love a good writers game but i've done the wip game so many times that it's genuinely become redundant so i've decided to make my own little game!

rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

bro she's fucking cold Lucy Heartfilia and the cold were two things that were wholly and completely incompatible. A light breeze at the beginning of fall was enough to have her teeth chattering and she somehow lacked the ability to ever pick a seasonally appropriate outfit at the beginning of the day.

Cuffing Season The warm summer months bring with them a surge of job postings tacked upon the board at the guild, which always have everyone eager to get in on the Jewel rush before settling down as the temperature begins to drop with the change of seasons.

drunk lucy 2 The sunlight that streamed through the window would have been pleasant any other morning—Lucy would have revelled in the light and warmth it provided to her, relishing the feeling for just a moment or two longer than she needed as she snuggled up nice and cosy in her sheets before she woke up, refreshed and ready to take on a new day.

well i can't share the doc name bc thats a surprise so you just have to think one up yourself Somewhere in the drawers of her kitchen lay a scrapbook of all of the recipes Lucy had scrounged from recipe books and magazines over the years.

grocery shopping Natsu wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed to get himself dragged into this. There were few things he hated more than grocery shopping—there were too many people, and sounds, and lights, and decisions, and food that he couldn’t eat until he got home.

hair time Glancing up at his reflection in the mirror, Natsu dragged his hand through his hair as he made note of his appearance.

insecure natsu teehee Finishing up their job should have been a quick affair. Hand in the bad guys, get the reward money, head back home to Magnolia. Should, being the key word there.

kinktober 19 (this one isn't gonna get done for kinktober sorry lol) Lucy was a creature of routine. Thursdays were her self-care nights—something she made abundantly clear to anyone she thought might interrupt her alone time (Natsu and Happy).

kiss compliation Lucy still felt giddy every time they so much as brushed hands and Natsu never made any attempt to hide the wide grin and heart eyes he sent in her direction every time they were around.

NATSU HAS A BREEDING KINK!!!!! The dialogue and subsequent laugh track playing from the television went in one ear and out the other, little more than background noise as Natsu lazed around on the couch.

natsu is a perverttttt The sigh of relief that Lucy lets out as they step into her apartment is a familiar one—one that Natsu has heard a million times over at the end of the day, after a job well done.

shirt For as much as Lucy loves cute clothes and getting dressed up all nice and pretty, she also values being comfortable—something that some of her cuter clothes do not afford her.

something there that wasn't there before “Knowing not that this was indeed the legendary sword called Excalibur, Arthur tried to pull it from the stone. He tried once, to no avail. He tried a second time, but still he could not pull it out. Then, for the third time, Arthur drew forth the sword-”

Lucy paused her monologue, waiting for her partner to interrupt, as was written in the script, only to be met with silence. Upon looking over at Natsu, she found him lying on the bed lazily looking over the script in hand but clearly not paying any mind to his scene partner.

too many beds The soft tap of fingers against keys filled the quiet as the receptionist looked through the vacant rooms of the inn, Natsu and Lucy waiting patiently on the other side of the desk.

“And was that one bed or two?” The woman asked, looking up at the couple.

“One.” “Two.”

tagging: @bumblebeehug @nostromo13 @teleiapotami @katana-no-neko @grayseyebrowscar & anyone else who wants to do it! have no shame in stealing this from me even if i didn't tag you. i just wanted to start a silly little chain that people could have fun with

pls tag me if you do this! i wanna see what everyone's workin on :]

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Tell Me How You Really Feel

Based on Would You by The Vamps

@bronwiebear-brad got u ♥️

"Can you, please, tell me what's wrong with you?", Brad asks me and i take a gulp of my cocktail, trying to ignore his question. "We can't spend the rest of our holiday like this", he sighs and picks up his towel, heading back to the hotel, leaving me on the beach. I sigh and try to take in the beauty of my view, but it angers me more than it relaxes me. I finish my drink, pick up the rest of the stuff and get inside too.

"Bradley", i close the door behind me and he turns around when he hears me, coming back from the balcony. "Why are we on holiday?", i walk past him towards the balcony to put my towel up to dry in the wind. I know he's standing behind me with his arms crossed at his chest, frowned, almost tapping his foot nervously on the floor.

"Trying to save what's left of us?", he answers with an angry tone, which i do not blame him for. "Tell me how you really feel about us, y/n. Because I'm really curious how much you actually want us together anymore.", he sits on the end of the bed, watching me carefully, his teary eyes analysing my face features. I stand in front of him, looking down in his direction, but ditching eye contact.

"How can you be curious of something like that, Bradley?", i scoff and turn my back to him, only to face him again when he starts to speak.

"You don't even call me love, babe, at least tell me to fuck off and i would!", he gets up and comes closer to me, but not as close as a boyfriend. We feel like strangers, act like them and soon, we will be strangers. "If i walked out that fucking door right now, would you even follow me? Would you even miss me or realise that we're done, we're over?", a tear almost falls off his cheek, but he's quick to run his hands over his face. I stay silent for a few seconds, too many, in fact. Brad scoffs and walks to the closet to take his clothes out.

"What are you doing?", i ask, uneasy

"I'm leaving. The trip is paid, you can take the rest of the days to make up your mind. I'll br in Birmingham waiting for your decision", he angrily tosses the clothes on the bed and i catch his arm, turning him to face me.

"Hey, stop. This is not who we are", i raise my voice and he raises his eyebrows.

"You decided this is us, y/n! I seem to not interest you anymore and let's be honest here, you haven't showed one gram of affection towards me ever since i came back from tour. I thought this vacation will be good for us, to get romantic again, but you're colder and colder by the day. Don't go wasting my time when you don't want yours to be wasted either", he takes off his beach shorts and gets dressed quickly in denim shorts and a loose shirt, closing up his suitcase. We fight, i pull him by the arm to stay with me, but i let him go soon after ny first try.

"Have a nice flight, Brad"

"Oh, so it's Brad now. I'll have the best one away from you.", he pushes the suitcase out of the room. "Take care", his voice breaks when closing the door behind him.

🥀🥀🥀

A month later I'm invited to James' birthday party, which i go to feeling like an imposter. I greet everyone and hug my closest friends, making small talk and earning a few apologetical statements from some of them about Brad and i's break up. I look down, trying to dodge eye contact, because lately i realised that the break up was not needed and i was just in a bad place, not being able to provide the relationship what was needed.

I see James and walk over to him, handing him his gift and tightly hugging him, ending up in a long conversation, that felt like hours, not briefly 10 minutes. Kirstie joins us soon after we finish talking about their wedding anniversary vacation.

"I think someone here wants to have some alone time with you", James takes a sip of scotch and points somewhere behind me and i see Brad ignoring a conversation, while he's looking straight in my eyes when i turn around. I excuse myself from James and Kirstie and walk towards him.

He takes me by my hand and walks me out of the big living room and we go right outside the house, in the small garden. I feel my whole body tense, wishing his hand was still in mine.

"I'm sorry", i burst out and Brad laughs

"I've played gamed enough to see through a lie", he takes a sip of gin and looks away from me

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you really sorry? You didn't bother to let me know you're still alive when you got home. I had to call your parents"

"I know", i whisper and look away from him

"You kno-, you know. Wow", he scoffs again and empties his glass, throwing it away from us, breaking somewhere on the pavement. "Did you talk to them about us?"

"i did, yeah. And i really meant it that I'm sorry", i lean on the wall on my back, looking straight ahead

"And what did you tell them? That we're holiday-ing in different parts of the world?", Brad lets out a small laugh and i know the joke was meant to break the tension. "Did your face light up the way it used to?", i look at him and a sad smile is on his face, watching me closely. He comes next to me and lays on the wall like me.

"No, i told them I fucked up. I couldn't lie to them, i was a wreck. I'm an asshole for not talking to you anymore, but i didn't deserve you or your answers. I'm sorry i wasn't able to bring what you needed into our relationship, the last months have been so hard for me. I guess i let distance break us apart and i didn’t even try to get you back ", my voice breaks and Brad is quick to hug me tight at his chest, the way he always used to when i was sad.

"We don't deserve each other from many points of view, but I'm down to try and change that. If you want that too", he kisses the top of my head and the last part is whispered, like he was too scared to find out my choice.

"I want that. I'm not ready to give you up, i swear", we hug one more time and we get inside the house, hand in hand, offering each other quick, cheeky smiles every now and then.

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson smut #brad simpson angst #brad simpson x y/n #brad simpson x reader #the vamps imagine #the vamps smut

[singularity-and-co]

The decision was made. Singularity couldn’t have these two not remember some aspects of their time at the gala. Using his powers, he sealed their memories away, rather than removing them. Only if another Pokémon were to describe events from the gala would these two remember. It felt better than having their memories destroyed. Would he get in trouble with his father? Probably. With that, he sent them back into their own timeline, Epoch allowing the timeline to resume from where it last left off.

Singularity sighed. It was over. It was certainly enjoyable seeing his favourite Absol get up to their usual shenanigans in person. He turned to his brother, looking as grumpy as ever.

“Done,” Singularity said, feeling pleased with the outcome, “Now I need to-“

“Not so fast,” Epoch interrupted, grabbing Singularity by the collar and turning him around to face him. “Father wants to see you.” Singularity’s expression dropped and all he could feel was annoyance hearing those words. “We’ve already made bets on how long this banishment is gonna be. 10,000 years at the minimum, though probably more towards the 100,000. Father looked incredibly pissed with you. I’d go to him soon. Wouldn’t want him to extend that banishment.” A smirk formed on the time god’s face. He felt some satisfaction seeing the slight twinge of panic underneath his brother’s annoyance.

“I’m so glad to have both of you on my side,” Singularity said with sarcasm, “Fine. Better go and see how the old man is gonna punish me this time. If I’m getting banished, I’m taking Galaxis with me. He helped me with all this.” He walked off, knowing full well his father would be waiting, angry at him.

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He soon entered the space where he could see his father, crossed arms and looking rather stern. Singularity had to make his case. He couldn’t let his father dominate the conversation as usual. He charged straight up to him.

The Arceus looked at his son, displeased, but allowed him to have his say.

“I understand you’re feeling angry with me. I took those two out of the timeline and they’re both incredibly important with what’s going to happen. And sure, it was purely for my own entertainment. Selfish, I know. But they’re back now. And they’re fine. Nothing bad has happened to them. Ok, maybe Destino got punched by their best friend. But, the damage has been reversed. And their memories have been erased so everything is fine.” He composed himself a little. He had so much more to say to his father and now was the perfect opportunity.

“When I went down there, there were so many gods and mortals having such a good time. So many gods which were allowed to go out and be themselves and just exist with others. Do you understand how shit it is being here, not getting the chance to socialise with others? We may be able to morph this space into any area that we desire but it sucks existing in it with just your family.” Singularity clenched his fists into balls and the air around him began to distort.

“Singularity-“

“I’m not finished. I got the chance to meet another Giratina and she was gorgeous. So much better than I could ever be. And her family doesn’t do the whole banishment thing. They talk it out. Do you know how shocked I was hearing that? I just thought banishment as a punishment was standard for gods like us. Apparently it’s not. Apparently you decided that would be the best way to teach me a lesson. My true form is completely fucked because of that, by the way. Don’t know if you noticed. And now, I’m probably going to be banished for speaking up for myself. It wouldn’t surprise me. Extend my banishment. Fuck me up some more, why don’t you. I’ve said what I needed to say. How many years is it this time? I hope it’s not too long as I kinda said I’d take that lovely Giratina on a date. Can’t do that when I’m stuck in the void with no way of escaping. So go on old man. How long?” His voice became more and more distorted with each word, the marking on his face formed into a cracking-like pattern and Singularity could feel himself breathing heavily.

The Arceus’ face softened. “Singularity, I’m not going to banish you.” Those words felt incredibly foreign coming out of his father’s mouth. Singularity’s anger dissolved and he stared in disbelief at his father. There must be some trick he wasn’t getting. His father must be joking. There must be something. “I’m angry with you for doing something that goes against my wishes. Furious because this moment here is incredibly key for this timeline. If Destino doesn’t make it to the surface, they will become just like how they were in the other universes. I can’t have another failure again.” Singularity was already aware of all of this. Father repeated it on multiple occasions.

“But, I’m not going to go through with any form of banishment. I was watching you the entire time when you were down there. Seeing you happily talking with others, comforting those who needed it and being yourself, I couldn’t help but smile. It was nice seeing that. And listening into your conversation with that Giratina made me reflect on some things.” Singularity still couldn’t believe what his father was saying. He was waiting for the moment when his father was going to take things back and dish out his punishment.

“I can see that you taking them out of the timeline was for more than just your own personal entertainment. You just wanted to do it to venture out into the world and meet others. That’s why you wanted to go and get them. And perhaps I have been rather cruel keeping you isolated to do your job.” The Arceus looked into his son’s eyes. There was clear distrust in them. He was probably going to regret saying this next thing.

“It may be foolish of me, but I’m going to allow it so others may come into this realm too. You may choose to shape it however you wish so that can help other Pokémon feel more comfortable. I’m also allowing you and your brothers to visit others too. I hope this will mean we can form strong relationships with others like us and learn from them.” He hoped this meant that Singularity would not tamper with this timeline again. The Arceus leaned in close. He had to make it clear with his son what doing something like this would mean for him.

“I may be choosing not to banish you this time. But if you decide to do something like that again, I will be forced to go through with the banishment. Or perhaps erase you from this universe entirely. Please, do not tamper with it again without telling me first. You’re lucky that this is something easy to fix.” The Arceus turned away from his son and walked off, leaving Singularity bewildered by the conversation. He wasn’t getting banished. His father was opening up this realm for visitors. He was so confused by it all.

He had to take a moment to process. Materialising a chair for him to sit down on, he replayed the conversation in his head. He didn’t know how to feel. His father was allowing others to venture into this realm so that he and his brothers could socialise with others. His father wasn’t punishing him. Sure, there was the threat of another banishment. That would always be looming in his mind. But, he could see that his father was at least trying to make things right. Perhaps if his dad had more arceus to talk to, he’d realise how much of a shit father he was. His thoughts were cut off by his brother jumping onto him.

“So,” began Galaxis. Epoch stood close by, arms crossed in their usual fashion. “No banishment. Perhaps father has been swapped out with a shapeshifter or something. I could have sworn you would have been chucked away into the void, never to return. Especially with how angry you got. Oh man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone stand up to dad like that. And he’s letting others in here too? What?” Singularity pushed his brother off of him and stood to face the both of them.

“I should have known that you both would be listening in.”

“Of course we were. We needed to know how long you were going to be banished for. Too bad it hasn’t happened. Perhaps father’s gone soft. I would have given you 100,000 years,” Epoch said. Epoch always hated Singularity and felt frustrated that his brother was allowed to get away with something as stupid as this.

“Epoch, if the banishment would have gone through, we wouldn’t have been able to see Singularity fuck up this date he wants to set up. That to me is the funniest thing Singularity said throughout that entire evening. I can’t wait for, erm, what was her name?”

“Galadriel.”

“Ah right, Galadriel. I can’t wait for Galadriel to see what a shit Pokémon you are. Let’s face it, brother. She’s far too good for you. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

“Galaxis, your confidence in me is truly outstanding. It really is.” The deadpan expression Singularity had made Galaxis chuckle.

“You know I’m just messing with you. I’m gonna head off. One of my favourites is making some sick beats and I wanna listen in. I think this one is gonna be a good one.” Galaxis casually walked off, disappearing into the endless space they called home. Epoch followed behind, pausing before he completely disappeared.

“Singularity. You’re really fucking lucky. I hope next time father does erase you from this universe so then I don’t have to put up with your shit ever again.” He then disappeared, leaving Singularity to himself.

Singularity, Galaxis, Epoch and Arceus are available for asks.

#ask blog #epoch the dialga #pokeask #pokemon #pokemon ask blog #pokemon oc #galaxis the palkia #pokemon askblog #pokemon art #singularity the Giratina #Arceus #long post

[safetycar-restart]

Oh those fabio thought, i need sleep so bad but all i can think of is bestest boy himbo fabio.

Like theres so many pictures of him on having like hotgirlsummer vibes, just him on a boat with you and wearing nothing but his collar and sunscreen. Lying in the shade on the warmest and sunniest parts of the day as you edge him, getting dressed to go to dinner and him not having to think even out around people,just chilling and folöowing you.

Also re clothes would ds au Fabio be into lingerie? Weve established hes got several collars to mixand match with his outfits, but does he like wear your panties or more like lingerie made for men? Cause fitting issues. Hed look very pretty in lace. And painted nails.

Cheers and soon zzzz🏍 anon

After the fucking chaos of today’s sprint, I think we all need some soft smutty Fabio thoughts (also I’ve been in such a Fabio mood lately lads please keep indulging by sub!fabio obsession).

Firstly, Fabio THRIVES on holiday with you. He insists on getting at least a few days with you alone, so that he can be shamelessly horny with you on a boat. He must be horny with you on a boat for at least 4 days during every break. Yes this is a requirement.

Absolutely adore the idea that he’s naked except for his collar. Honestly I think that’s fabio’s standard outfit at home with you? Or at least, it would be if Andorra wasnt so fucking cold all the time.

So when it’s just you two in a boat somewhere sunny and warm? Clothes are absolutely optional. Bonus points if you decide to sunbathe topless because Fabio will lose his fucking mind.

And of course he must have sunscreen on!! You carefully monitor how much time he spends in the sun and how much sunscreen he wears, never letting him spend too long in the sun when the sun is at its peak and making sure he waits for the sunscreen to settle before he goes in the water, etc.

If you weren’t there this would never get done. But because you’re there and you’re his Dom and you’re telling him what to do and putting on sunscreen for him and praising him for listening…. Yeah he’ll do it. He’ll do literally whatever you say.

(Sidenote: you keep this up when all his friends join and this has the absolutely hilarious consequence of you accidentally ending up managing Tony’s sun exposure too because he just does whatever Fabio does)

But anyway, he’s very happy. He gets so much time in the sun and so much attention and it’s the best. You edge him throughout the day and even though it drives him insane, he absolutely loves it.

I also think he gives you head all the time? Just you and Fabio on the deck, Fabio eating you out and grinding against the couch you’re laying on. He’s completely naked and he’s got your swimsuit pulled to the side for access. You’ve got your hand in his hair and your leg over his shoulder and he’s in absolute heaven. Absolutely zero thoughts.

And then going for dinner!! He’s smiles all round the entire evening. He doesn’t even look at the menu because you make all the decisions and he just hands over the card at the end of the meal like the good boy he is.

And ok ok we need to talk about lingerie for a second:

I think it’s the one aspect of fashion that Fabio is actually insecure about? He’ll wear the most outrageous outfits that truly make your eyes hurt without a care in the world, but he can’t even hold a pair of panties without crying.

That being said, he wants to wear them!! So badly!! Specifically he wants to wear them for you!! He wants to match lingerie with his collar and present himself you like a pretty present for you to unwrap and play with.

But there’s something so… vulnerable about that fantasy of his? It’s not the same as wearing a ridiculous outfit because he thinks it looks good. This is…. This is about being pretty for his Dom. And he’s so scared.

I think you’d have to bring it up? Like one day you’re going over kink lists because you like to do that every couple of months to make sure you’re both on the same page. And to your surprise, Fabio stutters when you say feminisation. He’s never shown any interest before and he’s certainly never liked humiliation so you’re a little confused.

But slowly but surely he begins to open up about his fantasy and well… he’d look so pretty.

#sub!fabio #d/s au #fq #nsfw. #👗 #🏍️ #f!reader #soft soft vibes

[michellemisfit]

A few months ago I casually said that the @gallacrafts Cinnamon Stargazer Lilies must be in my Top 10 Most Ridiculous Bakes I’ve ever done, which led to @tsuga-of-mars asking what else is on that list… oooooh, dangerous request my dude! hahahaha

It’s taken a while because I had to get together the photographs and make decision (wow am I bad at making decisions!!! haha) but here you are…

My Top 10 Most Ridiculous/Favourite Bakes

So when I first started baking in like… 2010? I figured that if I bake cake batter directly in the mixing bowl I could make ball cakes… so that led to some exciting ball shaped fun. This was also at the same time as I realised that if you bring people ridiculously over the top cakes for their birthday, it makes them really happy… who knew?

Ball cakes led on to foot and a half tall cakes consisting of stacked round cakes, ball cakes, and half ball cakes. For that is how you assemble a droid…. This is all very early in my cake making journey, before I’d really learnt about how important it is to fully cool cakes before stacking and decorating them. y’know, that stuff that keeps them from melting and sliding lol

And then for a minute I got really into chocolate, and clearly developed a dislike for crockery, deciding to make chocolate doilies and chocolate bowls, to serve my chocolate mousse in and on. Fuck plates! LOL This was also when I made Ruth the most indulgent chocolate cake covered in all manners of chocolate decorations, including spelling her name in chocolate lol

And then our friends got married and asked me whether I would make their wedding cake, because they loved my baking. Hell, yeah! Both their sets of parents are quite traditional, so while they did come to the wedding and the party afterwards, they said from the start they would only stick around for about an hour. So I thought it would be fun to have a traditional looking three tier wedding cake, for when the parents were at the party. And then when they left and it got cut, each tier turned out to be rainbow coloured! Oh, and the cake toppers are the brides made out of FIMO, in their wedding outfits, which I sourced for them, so I had the inside knowledge on that. Those little FIMO ladies have lived on their mantel piece for 11 years, which is how long they’ve been married <3

Most of my cakes have been inspired by Ruth’s birthday, and wanting to create something new and exciting every year! Ruth loves Afternoon Tea, and I thought it would be fun to create a traditional tea… entirely out of cake! Think this was the first time where the baking started with a full page of notes beforehand. Always a good sign… lol those cucumber sandwiches are cake, by the way. The clotted cream, jam, and sugar bowl, lid, and spoon are made of icing. The jam cookies… are just cookies haha

Then for about a minute and a half I got into mirror glaze. I watched too many YouTube video and thought it looked really cool. However I veeery quickly got over it due to a) it not actually being very difficult at all, so the challenge went out of it pretty quick, and b) how insanely wasteful it is. Not a big fan. What I was a big fan of was that 30th birthday surprise I did for my work colleague. Got into work at 6am to set it all up. Those balloons are sewn to her chair, by the way. And I’m pretty sure she still found confetti in her desk phone and drawers a week later hahaha

And then the farm tradition of Sorry You’re Leaving cakes started, two of which will be on every Top Mys Baking list, always. I learned how to make sugar glass so we could have a greenhouse in the middle of the vegetable beds with a cat on it, a sugar glass pond with ducks, and a sugar glass “stone” path. I free hand made a goat out of icing (with sugar glass horns) and an alpaca, a pig in mud, some bees to go on some flowers, a ton of vegetables, a growing frame… there was a LOT of stuff on this cake, and it was all awesome!

And then a year later another dear friend left the farm and I wasn’t sure how to top the previous cake… But hey! What’s better than one cake? Yes! TWO cakes lol So we have the large animal yard on one cake and the duck pond with its double fenced vegetation boarder on the other cake. This time a lot of work went into finding shop bought candy that would have the right look and texture, such as waver biscuits for animal stables, Daim bars for bark planks (for goat mountain), mikado for pond fences, twirls for wooden sleepers for raised beds, fudge for brick walls and so on, and so forth. I also free hand made cats, ducks, a turkey, goats, and marshmallow sheep FROM HELL!!! Sorry, those didn’t come out right… hahaha

In 2017 I was diagnosed with MS, like four days before my birthday party. And I didn’t really want to celebrate, I didn’t want to spend an entire day having to tell people about my diagnosis and answering questions about MS and listening to platitudes. And then Ruth asked me if there was anything I would like? We were both massively into All the Other Ghosts at the time (a Glee AU and one of the best stories I’ve ever read) and I said that what I wanted as a AtoG party and to not tell anyone about my diagnosis until after. So that’s what happened. And it was amazing! Which then started the annual tradition of over the top themed birthday parties I threw for myself and all my friends. We had a Shadowhunters one. We had a BBC Merlin one. However the Dragon one is still one of my favourites, as it was the first time I managed to make even the sandwiches themed!!! Hahaha Also those brownies are well up there with the best stuff I’ve ever come up with. Look how cute they are!!!! And my darling friend Sonja couldn’t make it to the party, but send me the Toothless cardboard pop up in her absence <3

And then, as I think many of you know, I got really into cookie decorating and sending decorated parcels of cookies to my friends and family during the pandemic. And that has definitely continued. Every birthday now has decorated cookies. I sent a huge bunch to my friend when she got engaged. I sent a box to my niece in Switzerland for her birthday. @f-f-podcast sent cookies out to our patrons for Christmas last year. Below is just a small selection of a truly insane number of cookies I have iced over the years!!

Wow. If you made it all the way to the bottom of this post… congrats! Hope you enjoyed the baking madness. If you’ve not had enough yet you can see more by hitting the ‘Mys in the Kitchen’ tag. Enjoy!

#Mys in the kitchen #baking #cookie decorating #Star Wars #wedding cakes #birthday cakes #🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️ #tw: food