#however the rest of it was shit. i've now got what i like to call the 3 Bs - blisters bruises and burns 💀
Accident - Tangerine
Warnings; language, sexual innuendos, mentions of blood. A serious overuse of nicknames "love" and "darling". Tangerine is saurr ick coded in this idk what's going on.
Summary; Tangerine walks in on you after a shower and the conversation that follows plays out different than expected.
Tangerine is not expecting anything when he opens the door except an empty room with a bed for him to rest. He knows you're somewhere around of course, you'd parted ways with him shortly after the job, claiming you needed to wash the blood off of you before it stained your conscience. He didn't know if you'd still be in the hotel room, or down at the bar drinking away the memories of the days events. Overall he wasn't expecting what he saw.
"Fuck, shit, oh my god." He finds you scrambling for something , anything to cover yourself when he enters.
"Oh, bloody hell, sorry love. Thought you'd be done by now." He turns his back to you, though he does it slowly, because quite frankly he can't help himself from stealing a glance.
"You presentable yet darling?" Tangerine can hear you stumbling about behind him, a smile creeping onto his lips at the quiet curses that you let slip under your breath.
"Couldn't you just leave?"
"Believe it or not, I paid for this disaster of a hotel room, so I think I've won myself the right to bloody well stand in it."
He listens again, and can just make out a string of names you call him under your breath, "Ya know, that's not a nice thing to say."
"Go fuck yourself Tan." You're pissed, he likes it.
"I think it would be much more enjoyable if you gave me some help with that." He hears you gasp, your footsteps stumbling about until he knows you're in the bathroom and out of sight. He turns around, walking through the room to lay upon the bed. With hands behind his head and his back against the pillows, he waits for you.
When you're finally back within his view, he sighs, loving just how much his smile is irritating you, and even more so the way you refuse to look at him. "I think I liked you better with your clothes off."
"Of course you did." You're packing things into your duffle bag, and as you lean down, Tangerine can't help but notice that the shirt you're wearing is too big for you. Not only is it oversized however, but Tangerine realises it's his.
"You know darling, locking doors is a thing I'm sure you're capable of, considering you got opposable thumbs and all." He doesn't bring up the shirt just yet, perhaps because he thinks you might take it off if he does. He likes the look of you in it for now.
"I hate to break it to you, but this shitty hotel you paid for? Has no fucking locks!" you stand straight as you yell at him and now he has a full picture of you. His shirt hangs loose around you, the buttons done up crooked in your obvious rush to put something over your body, one sleeve keeps slipping from your shoulder, the skin there revealing itself and hiding away again every time you pull the fabric back up. He's obsessed with it, and you.
"Fucking hell."
Tangerine doesn't intend for the words to escape him, but they do, and he's almost embarrassed by it. It takes a minute before you realize what's happening, looking down at yourself and back up at him.
"The shirt's really doing it for ya, isn't it?" You've got your eyebrows raised, and Tangerine grins broadly.
"It really is, love." He pauses, taking you in again, "it really, really is."
You roll your eyes at him, but to Tangerine's surprise, you keep the shirt on, moving to sit on the other bed in the room.
"You know, that's something i don't get." You're staring up at the ceiling, arms by your sides on the bed as you speak. "What is so attractive about sharing clothing?"
Tangerine huffs, struggling to concentrate on his words. "Fucked if i know, but I'd let you have my kids right about now."
A laugh slips free of you, and you turn your head, cheek pressed against the duvet as you look at him. "You'd let me? What the fuck does that mean?"
"Sorry darling, lemme rephrase." Tangerine clears his throat, and you resist the urge to smile. "It would be an honor to father your children."
In an instant, you're laughing so hard you can barely breathe, curling in on yourself, and holding your stomach from the pain of the action. Tangerine watches you all through it, a smirk plastered firm on his face. "You're treating me like the fucking joker right now, it's not that funny."
You ignore him, calming yourself down.
"If you think about it, we'd have some good-looking kids, don't ya think?" His eyes scan over the features of your face, and he knows you're doing the same to him. "They'd be real heartbreakers, I think."
"Are planning out a fucking future with me in your head right now?" You ask, and there's another chuckle of disbelief threatening to break past your lips.
"No," Tangerine is deep in thought, though there's nothing sweet about it. "But I am planning out the next ten minutes with you."
That stuns you into a silence and a thousand thoughts race around in your head. You sit up, the left sleeve of Tangerine's top slipping from your shoulder again. "In my head, the next ten minutes involve alcohol, food, and sleeping in this hard arse motel bed. I think our priorities are pretty different."
Tangerine chuckles, propping himself up on his elbow, staring you down. "Well, our plans have one thing in common." He grins, but you don't share the expression. "The bed's in my fantasy too, darling."
You scoff, standing to move across the room. You'll order room service, you think, and pay for it with money from Tangerine's wallet, just to teach him a lesson. "You disgust me."
You can hear Tangerine standing from his place on his own bed, coming to stand behind you. "Alright, I'll drop the subject. What're you ordering?"
You twist your head back to look at him as you wait for the call on the rooms landline to go through. "Whatever the fuck I want."
The man behind you sighs, though you know he finds humor in the situation. He likes to get you all riled up. "You don't gotta give me the attitude, I get your point. Get me some chips, though, would ya?" His hands move upward to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. Buttons very similar to the uneven ones holding a particular piece of fabric to your body.
You don't respond, but when ordering Tangerine can't help but smile as you inquire about the chips he'd asked for. You don't hate him yet. In fact, he thinks you feel quite the opposite. You find him amusing at the very least, even though he finds you to be the most intriguing person he's ever met. Baby steps, he thinks. One day, you might take as much interest in him as he does you.
"Thank you, love. I appreciate it." He says once you've hung up the phone.
"They're just chips. It's not a big deal." You push past him, bare shoulder brushing against his clothed arm.
"It is when you're as starving as I am." His gaze follows you as you leap back on to your designated bed, sinking into the stiff pillows.
"You were starving for something else a minute ago." You mutter, eyes falling closed as you lay atop the covers.
"I'm always hungry for that, love. Make no mistake." He's removed the vest he'd been wearing, his belt discarded too as he answers the knock on the hotel room door. It's a staff member with what you ordered, arriving abnormally fast.
"You seriously apall me." You groan once the door is closed again, sitting up ready to eat. Tangerine snatches his chips from the tray provided, taking them over to his own bed as he sits down. With his legs over the edge of it, he leans forward, smile present again.
"I'm only joking, darling. Unless, of course, you don't want me joking, in which case I'm totally not."
That does earn a snort from you as you dig into your meal, and Tangerine leaves it at that. It's been an eventful night, and he's blessed enough to be sitting in this room alive. He's gifted even further with the fact that he gets to sit here with you, looking like a bombshell capable of ending every war in the world. Even tired and stuffing your face full of mediocre room service, he can't help but admire you. And that's a dangerous thing. If he's catching feelings, he doesn't exactly know it yet. But he has a suspicion that he might be, and he'll think on that for the rest of the night.
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You're Late - Max Verstappen
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The midnight moon was high in the sky as the rain gently pattered on the apartment windows in Monte Carlo, Monaco. This was the perfect setting for you. You were in bed, cosy and warm as you listened to the rain on the window as the moon peeked through the curtains. However, there was one thing missing.
Nearly a week ago, Max had left for a race, and you weren't able to join him. You never really cared for the nitty gritty details, you just cared that Max was safe and happy. Every day, you had talked on the phone at any given opportunity.
You talked about anything and everything, from serious conversations to mumbling sweet nothings as you fell asleep was still on the phone. On nights such as these, you would normally be fast asleep in Max's arms, but he still wasn't there.
He was supposed to be home a few hours ago, but he wasn't. You had stayed up all night, waiting for him to come home, but you were always met with silence whenever you heard a car drive by the apartment complex.
He hadn't returned a single one of your calls or texts, and you were naturally worried. Max would always respond to you, no matter where he was or who he was with. You were priority number one, and he always had time for you.
You glued your eyes to the raindrops racing down the window panes, hoping it would take your mind off the worry for Max. They zigzagged down the glass, leaving beads of water behind them as they travelled. It was a peaceful sight to look upon, and it would normally serve as the relaxant you were looking for.
But not tonight.
Every drop that fell was an extra moment of time that Max wasn't there, and an extra morsel of worry added to the pile. You checked your phone, but all you saw was your own face staring right back at you on the screen.
The photo was of you and Max, just as he had picked you up while you were holding one of his trophies. He had taken you by surprise, the look of complete shock on your face still making you fondly smile at the memory.
After what had felt like a lifetime of thinking, and reminiscing, you heard your apartment door quietly click open, and Max's steps slowly approached your room. Max hadn't switched any lights on as he travelled through the apartment, so he couldn't see a thing.
You heard him wobbling around, guiding himself by holding onto the walls. Just before he made it to your bedroom, he knocked an ornament off of a table in the hall and froze for a second, hoping he hadn't woken you up.
As soon as the ornament clattered down to the floor, you heard a whispered yet panicked, "Shit!". You giggled, trying not to let Max hear you. You listened as he fumbled around, trying to put the ornament back in place, but he gave up.
Max then crept through the room, and shuffled around as he quietly got changed. He crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around you. "You're late," you whispered as Max groaned in disappointment.
"Did I wake you up?" he winced as you turned in his arms to face him. You were just glad to see his face, some of his features illuminated by the moonlight. "No, I've been waiting for you to get home. Why did it take you so long?" you asked, affectionately cupping his cheek with your hand.
"My flight got cancelled because of the storm, and the rain meant no service, so I couldn't text you and tell you, sorry," he smiled, not wanting you to worry. He wanted your life to be as carefree and relaxed as he could make it.
"Don't worry about it, you're here now, and that's what matters to me," you told him, maneuvering closer to him. It was nice just to feel him there, to have him home. "I missed you," He said half-asleep, burying his head into your neck.
"I missed you too, Maxie. Now I think it's time for you to get some rest, you're tired," you softly chuckled as his eyes fluttered open and closed. "I missed you too, and I completely agree, it had been a long day," he sighed, holding you as close as he could.
"Goodnight, Max. I love you," you said, tangling your hands in his hair and gently massaged his scalp. "I love you too," he yawned, swiftly kissing you on the neck. He let his eyes close and fell into a peaceful slumber with you, listening to the sound of rain pouring over the city you called home, together.
A/N - Just a short little something to hold you guys over until I get something longer finished! Keep the requests coming, I'm loving them! Enjoy your evening/day, love you loads 💖
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late shift
Shuttle for Mars is departing now. Please keep hands, feet, tails, and other appendages clear of the yellow line.
‘Nice, finally get off work on time for once! Man is it empty, way less busy than the 5:45 one…
Are they sleeping? Please tell me they’re sleeping…’
“Snnrk…”
‘Oh good they are, oooh lots of empty seats next to them! Nice.’
The young human sits across the large figure and looks around.
‘Wonder why everyone else is sitting so far away from this guy? He’s not that much scarier than a Alteauh…OH! He’s an Orc! An actual Orc, oh this is so cool!
Wait. Calm down, control yourself. Orc’s are people too, not some exotic animal in a zoo….he’s sooo cool looking tho!’
The human smiles and takes out their headphones and listens to some music and take in the view they see through the shuttle’s windows. From time to time they peek at the orc, can’t helping themselves from people-watching him.
Like what most humans imagined, he was huge. Easily more than 7 feet tall, with large calloused hands bigger than their head. He had large tusks but unlike the stereotypes he was well trimmed with well relatively kept hair. It would have neater had there not been dust in it. The orc wore dirty cloths and work boots. Beside them what looked like a tool box and bag.
‘Must be a construction worker or works in a trade’ they mused
‘Poor guy, he’s gotta be exhausted to sleep here. At least he gets to go home now.’
The shuttle shakes and with it so does the sleeping giant. Rocking side to side.
'That's not good.' They nervously slide off their headphones.
The turbulence increases until the sleeping orc leans too far and starts fall face first off his seat.
“OH SHIT!” Diving to their knees they manage to catch his head and shoulders.
“Mm?”
“You okay?” Damn he's heavy!
“Mmm…sorry.” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he slowly got back into his seat, the turbulence now gone.
“No worries, I just didn’t want you to hit your head.”
“Heh, wouldn't be the first time I’ve done it.”
after rubbing his eyes a bit more and a crack of the neck he looks at them, brain finally working to some degree.
“…wait. You caught me?”
“Uh-huh”
“But you’re so small! Are you hurt?”
“You're not the first sleeping giant I’ve caught. I’m alright.”
“I am so sorry for that. I just finished working a 12 hour shift fixing the 1st and 3rd engine rooms and couldn’t help myself from dozing off.”
They whistle. “12 hours? No wonder you’re tired! If I were you I’d be in a coma.”
“Ah but surely you have a difficult job yourself. How else would you be able to catch me?”
“No, nothing like yours! I just work at a youngling centre.”
“The one on the ship?”
“That’s the one.”
“...YOUR ONE OF THE BRAVE WARRIORS WHO RISKED THEIR LIVES TO PROTECT THE CHILDREN??!”
“…you’ve heard of us?”
“Every orc and warrior worth their blade knows of your valiant deeds!! Tell me, what is your name??”
“Kim, uh and you are?”
“Fenrir. It is truly an honor to meet someone of your bravery and intelligence."
"Likewise! I've heard that the orc species are a true warrior race."
For the rest of the trip the two talked. Kim sharing how her and Max built such a safe room in the centre, which lead to the two realizing how similar each other's planets are.
"You have wind whirlpools as well? I thought they only existed on Bantor!"
"Well we call them hurricanes and tornadoes but yeah. Do you guys have hail?"
"Not where I grew up but nearby farther up they get a week or two of light hail showers during the fall. What about animals? Do you have reptiles bigger than an adult with large teeth and live in rivers? We call them darthrang."
"Oh we call them crocodiles!"
"Amazing! To think that your species live in a world much like mine!"
When the shuttle finally reached it's destination the two went their separate ways. A few days later they meet again, this time on the later shuttle. They sit and talk and create a routine of sorts where they became each others travelling companion for the trip to Mars.
One day however, Fenrir stopped coming. The human was saddened as she enjoyed his company but was soon surprised when seeing him at the centre.
"Kim! I've been transferred to stay on the ship so I won't be taking the shuttle to Mars anymore."
"Oh...well, as you know I only go home at the end of the week so maybe we can hang out now. Like eat lunch together or have a drink after work...or something like that!"
"Actually we'll be seeing each other everyday now. But if you don't get sick of me then yes, lets each lunch together."
"Great! But why will I be seeing you everyday?"
"Because after telling my family about you and the centre they've enrolled my nieces and nephews and younger siblings here...and I offered to drop them off and pick them up."
It was then that Kim noticed the dozen of orc children hiding behind Fenrir. The tallest and what looked the eldest of them stepped forward.
"Hello, I am Athea, uncle Fenrir said your one of the ones who saved the centre."
"Yes, my name is Kim. It's great to meet you AtheaaAA!" The orc girl pulled the human into a tight hug, lifting the adult woman off of her feet.
"Thank you for saving Nova." she mumbled into her chest.
'Ah, the Captain's daughter' Kim thought. "I was just doing what any teacher would do."
After a moment the human was put down and lead the children into the centre. The day went well. Fenrir's young family members were quickly won over by the humans, first with the saving of the centre, then with how they understood how wonderful their planet was rather than terrifying or deadly.
They were also greatly intrigued by how such a small species could survive in a planet that was thought to only be habitable to orcs.
"How can you carry us?" asked Thor, one of Fenrir's youngest brothers. "We're much bigger than a human child."
"Yeah but your not bigger than my cousins who are teenagers. Also just last month I had like 10 kids climbing on me. Two were tighalaxes."
"Your joking!"
...
"It that tumpon?!"
"Hm? We call it maafe, but it's also known as peanut stew, do you want some? It doesn't have any meat in it though."
"Guys Max has tumpon!! Can you tell Fenrir where we can buy the ingredients?"
"Of course. Finally I'll finish what gran gave me without having to gain 10 pounds."
And thus the first day ended on a high note! Now if only Kim could figure out why the children looked at her and nodded while talking to Fenrir...
So this based off of a post by @llamagoddessofficial about humans meeting actual space orcs. Sadly I can't find the actual post. but yeah, here u go, space orc and human meet cute
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Honestly dude? I kinda brought this on myself. Definitely coulda gone a little softer on my bro... I mean boyfriend, but like, come the fuck on! He came home every fuckin' day from practice, kicking off his rank shoes, and stomped all over the house leaving nasty sweaty footprints on the hardwood bro! Then he fuckin' thinks it’s cute to sneak up and hug me with his soaked tank top, as if his funk wouldn't ruin my clothes! What the fuck!
Ok, ok, looking back after everything that happened, maybe I shouldn't have called him a Nasty Sweatrag, and told him to soak himself in bleach next time... Especially not in front of the creepy Goth kid, who happens to be his little brother!
One moment, I was just shouting at him, really laying it on him, sick of the sweat and the time he spent with his bros. I guess I was a bit jealous, but damn dude! I'm his bro! I mean, his girlfriend... or at least I was, until I made him cry and his brother glared from the corner of the room, seething.
In that split second before my stomach heaved, I knew I'd fucked up bad. Like, really bad bro! The world fuckin spun, I hacked and spluttered, then everything went black. I woke up later that day in a bedroom that was distinctly mine, but totally different. When I sat up and noticed my B-Cups were flat, solid, and square, my nipples small and pointing downward with the new bulk, I knew I was fucking JACKED brah! I, I mean I was fucked... this is a bad thing damn it! I'm not some lumbering meathead! fuck!
Anyway, I tossed my sheets, and noticed the rest of me. I was definitely taller, with big, clammy feet like my best bro... I mean boyfriend's, dangling off the end of my bed. My legs were thick, solid and capable of carrying the added bulk I'd suddenly packed on. The entire room reeked of humid funk. There were dirty clothes all over the floor by the hamper, battered, worn old sneakers and cleats by door in a heap, and my Vanity had become a fuckin' beast of a gaming rig dude! Fuck yeah! Wait... no, I don't game damn it! I'm not a fuckin' dude!
the rest of the room had changed similarly. Everything that could have pointed to a female living here, was now distinctly male. And that of a Big, Dumb, Sweatrag of a dude, as I'd called my bro earlier. However... it didn't bother me. I could barely smell it over the pungent fog that came from my muscled-up body. I was swole! And kinda gross dude, not gonna lie... But like, I can't fuckin help it! It’s like there's a fuckin' furnace inside me, burning up everything it’s got to keep me pumped and riled, on edge so bad I can't stop myself from fidgeting. my hands just, do their thing dude! One minute I'm lookin' in the mirror, the next I'm groping my fuckin Rod... I, woah... ok, it might be getting worse! I meant my fuckin' cock! I, I mean dick! Fucking damn it!
You know what, whatever. like I said, one minute I'm standing there, the next I've got my dick in my hand, or groping my fuckin nuts like those behemoths at the gym! Or it'll slide up my shirt, lifting it up while I don't even realize it. There’re all kinds of fuckin' weird dude things happening, and I can't stop any of it! My bod fuckin does as it wants if I'm not actively fighting it! The worst, and I mean it, the absolute fuckin worst, is when I've just scratched my junk good, and suddenly, like fuckin instinct, I'm sniffin' my fuckin fingers like a damn animal! What the fuck dude! All the fuckin' bros say its natural, that its some caveman shit... I might believe them, because it happens with my pits too! Just, standing there hittin' up one of the pretty chicks... I... I mean uh... my old friends... and then wham! sweaty pit fingers all up in my grill!
My Bro's little brother, the creepy Goth kid caught up with me when I'd all but sprinted the few blocks to his and my bro.. I mean my fuckin' boyfriend's house. I was just coming to terms with the fact that I'd hauled ass down the street, half naked, when He opened the door, and busted out laughing. Even when I had him dangling off the floor by his hoodie, threatening to squash his scrawny little pipsqueak ass, he cackled, before his eyes flared, and in an instant, his hand was out, my nipple in his fingers, as a cold pain flashed over my chest, and I looked down to see my nip was pierced, a silver barbell forcing it to stick out, perked up and stiff.
My jaw fell, and I dropped his ass, trying to form words as this wild, aggression filled me. The fuckin' goth punk crossed his arms and smirked, just as the piercings, or rather, the hex he'd put on them, erupted to life. I felt as if my brain was being squeezed from the inside, as if this fuckin' loser had his hands on it, wringing it out like a wet towel. I clutched my head, stumbling until I hit the couch, and sat, my legs splaying wide to give my fuckin' junk some room, like any dude does, when I felt the pressure lesson, and a strange, warmth began to flow from the back of my head, down my spine, and settled into my fuckin balls dude! It was like having all your smarts and who you are, drained down and stored where it belongs bro! Brains in your fuckin balls!
Fuck... no wait! He said if I couldn't fight it, if I didn't learn what it was like being an athletic dude, I'd lose everything I was, and end up just another sweaty meathead, lumbering around the gym, lifting big, gettin fucking swole, and plowing my way through chicks until graduation! I had to fight it; I couldn't give up. And my bro wasn't fuckin' helping!
He was always a fuckin' Golden Retriever, happy and dopey and dumb, I shoulda realized he was a good dude and I was lucky, before I'd been Bro'd up and brain squeezed out! Now, my fuckin' bro loves taking me to the gym, putting this body through its paces, even throwing fuckin shade when he got a whiff of my fuckin' pits! He laughs, but dude? I'm fuckin ripe, always am since his little brother turned up the juice and made sure I fit right in with the bros. My bro... boyfriend... finds it hilarious when he catches me flexing in the mirror while pumpin' out reps, or when I have to peel off my tank cus it got too damn soaked! Just look at my fuckin boxer briefs bro! See that sweat? Thats a fuckin' Man's sweat! I'm a fuckin beast bro!
All I had to do was last 1 week. Live like a fuckin dude for 7 days, learn my lesson, and I'd have my old life back. That shouldn't have been hard... well, I shouldn't have been hard, when my best friend Laura forgot what was in my fuckin pants one night while I stayed over, and fuck if I didn't end up railin' her for a good hour, before I realized too late that I'd be stuck as a sweaty dude if I shot my 5-day pent up load!
She gave me no option. Teasing me about being a big dumb meathead, all brawn, no brains, thinking with my fuckin' dick, and the last straw, the moment that ensured I'd be a dude forever, was when she bit and nibbled her way down my neck, her nails leaving red scratches along my fuckin back, until she bit my nipple, playing with the barbell with her tongue, and I fuckin lost it. Just fuckin plowed in, balls deep, and shot my load. That was it, everything that had made me a girl, had unloaded with high velocity into my best friend's belly. I nearly blacked out, my big feet scrabbling in the sheets trying to get deeper as my balls drained desperately. When it was over, I fell to the side in bed, gasping as she panted and giggled, tracing her nails through the sweat dribbling down my pecs.
It’s been a month since I'd lost both my temper, and my female body... but fuckin look at me brah?! The bros and I are fuckin swole! My bro says I'm far better off this way, and Laura does her part, keeping the damn Male Aggression and insatiable need in my balls, satisfied. There's a reason dudes are the way they are. Sometimes, they just can't help it.
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paint the town red - part three
FERRARI IS BACK BABY!
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peter parker added 8 people
peter parker anyone have oscar piastri's number? this is for research. ALSO, CAN WE BRING BACK THE BLACK FIRE PROOFS??
carlos sainz you're a strange child.
harley keener that's what i've been saying since we met.
bianca stark-potts peter, let it go.
tony stark i don't know if it's still a joke or if you're being serious about it.
peter parker it isn't for me, it's for ned.
bianca stark-potts BULLSHIT!!
peter parker i'm in love with him, mj understands (i think)
arthur leclerc i too am in love with oscar piastri, we kissed one time.
charles leclerc it was for a video, and you didn't actually kiss.
arthur leclerc but i wanted too.
peter parker but think about it, i get oscar to fall madly in love with me, i take the competition out at the same time.
carlos sainz you think oscar is the only competition we have?
peter parker well no, i can send the avengers after the rest. like what’s max verstappen gonna do against black widow? or lewis hamilton against bucky barnes?
ollie bearman right i forget you people know the avengers
tony stark i am the avengers
arthur leclerc no, you’re iron man. the avengers are the entire team.
peter parker realistically speaking the only one able to take an avenger on would be toto, and i think he could only take on rocket or groot.
arthur leclerc the fucking raccoon?
peter parker he gets defensive when you call him a raccoon.
bianca stark-potts right, who gave him coffee? he only brings this type of shit up when he's had sugar.
charles leclerc it was an accident…i did not know he would get like this. and he made those eyes!
tony stark he does that a lot.
arthur leclerc one could say it was an inchident?
charles leclerc ARTHUR I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU
harley keener THIS IS GOLD!! I'VE HIT THE GOLD MINE!! ARTHUR LECLERC YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE NOW!!
harley keener fucking snitch, parker
bianca stark-potts peter had coffee, well if what charles drinks is even coffee. it's pure sugar.
harley keener facts.
natasha romanoff again, aren't you people supposed to be working?
harley keener considering seb and tony are busy scolding peter and charles for the coffee thing, we're good for now. also, carlos left to pick up our lunch it was his turn today.
steve rogers peter drank coffee? i thought that was banned at the paddock??
bianca stark-potts it was, but charles wasn't here the day of the wall-climbing incident. therefore he didn’t know what would happen
bucky barnes did he not know peter was spider-man?
harley keener he did because we told him, carlos, and seb first. however, we never went over the rules
sam wilson i guess it’s time to break out the peter parker handbook again
tony stark aren't you two supposed to be working? focusing on the upcoming race?
bianca stark-potts i'm trying to mass send the peter parker handbook to everyone.
harley keener i'm currently watching old C2 videos.
sam wilson lord help all the fans who are counting on you two idiots to deliver a decent car
bianca stark-potts WE BUILT A FUCKING ROCKET SHIP SAMUEL!
BAHRAIN 2024
scuderiaferrari CHARLES LECLERC P1! CARLOS SAINZ P2! IT'S A FERRARI 1-2 IN BAHRAIN MOTHER FUCKERS!! THAT'S HOW YOU KICK OFF A SEASON!! CONGRATS TO SIR LEWIS HAMILTON FOR HIS P3!!
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ferrari 1-2 here in bahrain! ferrari is back baby!
the only way to kick off a season is with a 1-2!
SAUDI ARABIA 2024
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¡leclerc-s speaks!
this is what i wish the 2024 season would look like for ferrari but who knows if we'll ever get that. on the brightside only two more races left with the sf-23 and then we can finally throw that shitbox in the trash can, where it belongs. (note: the drivers on the top tweet are as follows: lando, esteban, max, and george.)
¡disclaimer!
this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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Favorite Ex
Summary: When Carmy’s stress and anxiety rise to unprecedented levels, he shuts down and pushes you away. However, you can’t stop thinking about each other.
Author’s Note: Inspired by Maisie Peter’s song “Favourite Ex" and lines from S1, E5 which I've italicized.
Warnings: language, mention of fire, angst, break up, fluffy ending
Shades of orange consumed Carmy’s vision, searing heat hitting his face, neck and arms as flames rose dangerously high from the burners. His hands should have reached for the fire extinguisher instead of remaining by his side, arm hairs singing to oblivion. In that moment he wasn’t sure if he was unable or unwilling to guide himself, but he was well aware it wasn’t normal, this lack of concern for his own well being. As black smoke collected around him, the shifting light danced in his darkened pupils, but he wasn’t present, his thoughts were far away with you.
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The light flickered above the kitchen sink as he watched you fill the coffee pot, the need for caffeine growing after days of getting up before five every day this week. “Carmy, did you pay the electric bill?” you demanded with a huff. You were always short with him recently and he knew he was letting you down, but the days at the restaurant were wearing on him.
Turning back to blow smoke out the window, he rubbed his eyes, trying to recall which bills he’d been able to take care of this month.
“Are you listening to me? They’re gonna cut you off again. I told you last week about the notice,” you said, reaching for the stack of papers piled high on the counter. Unable to find what you were looking for in the chaos, you gave up, placing your fingertips to your temples. “Look, Carmy, I know you wanted me to move here permanently, but I think that was just the grief talking.”
Carm grimaced as he flicked the cigarette butt out the window. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“I mean, you needed someone here with you after Mikey—“ you began, but he cut you off, jumping up from the window and pushing past you to stalk down the hall.
“Don’t do that!” you warned him.
“What?” he muttered as he kept walking.
“That thing you do where you walk away and don’t talk to me for days. I can’t stand it!”
He turned on his heel, facing you with clenched jaw. “Well, what the fuck am I supposed to say when you tell me you’re here out of pity.”
You furrowed your brow at his accusation. “That’s not what I said. I want to be here, but not if you won’t talk to me about what’s going on with you. You just shut me out and I need more!” You’d finally said what had been on your mind for weeks now, too afraid to voice your own needs when your boyfriend was struggling with major life changes.
“Well, I can’t do that,” he shouted. His words were so harsh it felt like a stab to the back. You’d been there for him since he got the call about Mikey and sat with him night after night when he had horrific nightmares, waking covered in sweat, but unwilling to say a word about them.
“Do you know how many people need me right now? Syd and Tina are at each other’s throats, Richie’s always starting shit and Sugar’s calling me twenty times a day about meetings and talking to Ma. I don’t need this from you too. I can’t do this!” he said, body suddenly going deathly still, eyes fixing on a water stain on the wall just as the lights went out.
Observing his rigid posture, you knew he’d shut down. It was how he coped with stress and even though you hated it, you had to accept that you weren’t going to get any more out of him today. You wiped a tear from your cheek as you nodded to yourself.
“Okay, Carmy. I’m gonna give you some space then,” you conceded, leaving him in the darkened hallway. He listened to the front door slam behind you as he rested his forehead against the adjacent doorway, knowing he’d fucked it all up and hating himself more than he already did.
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“Carmy! Carmy!” A voice shouted, breaking through his haze and urging him to act. “Fire, chef!” Sweeps warned, moving up to take charge of the blaze. Carm finally moved back, shaking his head as though he were just realizing what was happening. Grabbing the fire extinguisher from the other man’s hands he pulled the pin and aimed the nozzle at the flames lapping at the stove, watching as a thick spurt of white foam issued forth. The fire died out with a sizzle and Carm breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
“Yo, Jeff, what happened?” Tina asked, popping her head around the corner.
“Fire’s out,” Sweeps declared, hauling the extinguisher off swiftly. Carmy turned to Tina, snapping back into work mode and asked, “Sorry, everything's fine. Did you finish your prep?”
“Yeah, you alright?” she said with concern, glancing up and down his disheveled form.
“I need to go take care of something,” he mumbled, heading for the alley.
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Your phone rang and you immediately reached to silence it, stopping when you noticed Carm’s number flash on the screen. It had been three months since you’d spoken and you wondered if you should even answer. He’d made it clear that a relationship was not what he wanted right now and you had made peace with that….until now. You had to admit you missed him.
Your best nights had been with Carmy, listening to music in his tiny kitchen as you cooked together. You could still feel the warmth of his hands on your hips as he checked the progress of the sauce over your shoulder. “More garlic,” he’d say with authority.
“Fuck your one star, I’m the chef tonight,” you always told him. His smirk told you he was pleased with your assertiveness, happy not to have make any decisions for the night. However, your need to take charge caused your worst fights as well. You wanted Carm to talk about Mikey and the more you pushed, the more he retreated from you. He said you didn’t understand, but you cared deeply, wanting to help him through his grief. Simply wanting to take care for him if only he'd let you.
The buzzing from your phone continued and you finally decided to pick up, more eager than you should have been to hear his voice again. You cleared your throat anxiously before answering with a shaky, “Carmy?”
“Y/n? Sorry, I know it’s late,” he apologized.
“S’okay. What’s going on?” you asked, trying to sound casual as you picked at your pajama bottoms nervously.
“We had a fire at the restaurant today,” he began.
“Oh, my God, Carm, are you okay?” you blurted, worried about how calm he sounded despite what he’d just told you.
“Yeah, yeah. It was just a grease fire, you know? But the point is, I realized something. I was watching it and I had a minute where I thought—If I don’t do anything, this place will burn down and all my anxiety will go away with it,” he sighed heavily and your heart nearly broke at the sound, listening to him open up to you in a way you knew was difficult for him.
“And then I put the fire out,” he finished. “I snapped out of it and I realized I’ve been avoiding a lot of things….I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t think I could handle it all. Like I was waiting for Mikey to come back and fix all the fucked up shit he left, but I’m done with that. I want live my life for me.”
You nodded into the phone, lip trembling as you replied, “I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“I haven’t slept without you. I’ve cried for weeks. Nothing feels right without you, but I’m going to start making some changes around here and I hope you’ll come back,” he said, swallowing harshly as he awaited your answer.
You searched the ceiling, wanting to say yes right away, but knowing how Carmy’s mood could change on a dime. “That sounds really good so let’s start with dinner first, ok?” you asked.
“Yeah, of course,” he rushed out, relieved to hear you would see him again. “You free Thursday?”
“Thursday? Sure,” you agreed.
Then you heard him breathe into the phone as though he was letting out an anxious breath. “You still like chicken piccata?” he asked and you smiled, knowing he remembered your favorite.
“Only if you let me help make the sauce,” you countered. “Fucking one star,” you quipped. You heard him laugh and it warmed your heart.
You liked the thought of calling him that again instead of your ex. He was your favorite ex, but that wasn't really a consolation. You hoped things were changing for the better, but only time would tell.
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Miracle-ten
(gif created by me, the fallen nightmare. feel free to use, simply give credit)
Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader
Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.
Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.
Author Note: I told ya'll I was having thoughts about Noah's fingers.
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"I promise, I shouldn't be that late tonight," I told Lana as I was rushing though the house gathering my things.
She simply shoo'd me away by a wave of her hand and handed me my camera bag and jacket.
"Don't rush back, dear. Finish your work and whenever you get back, I'll go."
I sighed, coming to a stop at the front door. "You deserve to have the whole night off, Lana."
Her worn hands cupped my cheek, and I leaned into the warm touch. "I'll have the entire morning and afternoon off tomorrow. Now, go before Mr. Sebastian fires you for being late."
Ignoring the way my heart rate sped up at the mention of Noah, I rolled me eyes, and I called over to my mom who was sitting on the couch in the living room watching television.
"I'll see you later mom. I love you!"
She barley looked over her shoulder at me, her vacant eyes staring straight through to my soul then simply turned back to the show. Lana gently patted my cheek, dismissing me, and with a sad sigh, I let the front door shut behind me and walked towards my car. It was in the same spot I left it two weeks ago before I left for the road.
Yesterday after realizing what Noah had gotten tattooed, I ran back to my room to call an Uber to bring me home a day early. I was already on edge from the comments I read online and the phone call with Lana that when I saw that tattooed on his thumb; it was the breaking point. My mind was a fog of so many emotions and I didn't know which one to process first.
My phone had plenty of missed calls from Folio and Noah, some texts as well, but I ignored them. I meant what I said to Noah; I needed space. There was no reason for him to get a meaningful tattoo like that, we weren't dating. What if we end up hating each other and he has to look at that for the rest of his life? It was meant for the pet name he calls me but he might as well had tattooed my fucking name on him.
I got home late last night and spent the entire morning well into the afternoon with Lana and my mom, even though she didn't recognize me. That I was used to. What I wasn't used to, however, was how different my mom looked. In the two weeks I had been gone, she lost weight and dark circles surrounded her eyes. Lana also mentioned my mom had been a pain in the ass to give her meds too but did regardless. She knew she needed them to make her feel better, something I've told her countless times.
Once it reached four in the afternoon, I knew I couldn't avoid Noah any longer and had to go to work. I sent a text to Folio saying I would be at the venue by five, which he responded with four words.
Cool. Also, Noah's pissed.
Great, as if I don't have other shit to deal with.
The drive to the venue was quick considering it was only ten minutes from my house and after making sure I had everything, I walked through the back entrance to where Folio said the green room would be. Shifting into work mode, I pushed out all the thoughts of Noah and my mom, instead of thinking of differnt kinds of media I could get for tonight. Much to my dismay, the Bad Omens message boards were demanding to know what Noah's tattoo was for losing the bet and I knew I couldn't deny them that.
Loud voices echoed through the wood of the door before I stepped through it, various sets of eyes landing on me.
Jolly and Nick gave me a small wave.
Bryan was recording Folio goofing around; typical.
Matt was talking to one stagehand, probably something about making sure everything runs smoothly tonight.
And when my eyes finally landed on Noah, I noticed he was taping up his hands, his actions slow and precise. He noticed the talking stopped so his eyes landed on me as I stood in the doorway, hand still gripping the doorknob.
Before I could open my mouth to utter a hello, Noah was on me like a hunter on prey with his hand wrapping around my wrist and pulling me back into the hallway. Once the door was shut, he pressed me against the wall next to it.
"What the fuck?" I snapped, completely taking off guard by his dominance.
But also very turned on. The damp spot on my panties proof of it.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Noah's voice was eerily calm which made me nervous.
"I-uh-I came home a day early. You didn't need me for anything so I figured I'd spend time with my mom," I said.
Noah's eyes flashed as he pressed his hips deeper into me, keeping me locked in place. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep the moan quiet because I didn't want Noah to know how much his actions were turning me on.
"Why didn't you call or text me back?" he asked.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "I told you I needed space. You got a tattoo for me before we were even dating! How else did you expect me to react?!"
My voice carried down the hall which earned a few stares from people working backstage so Noah looked around before noticing a closet a few feet away from us. He pushed me towards it and soon we were encased in darkness, our heavy breathing the only sound echoing in the small space.
A faint light clicked on from above and I saw only a fraction of Noah's angry expression.
"It's not that big of deal, Y/N. It's a fucking tattoo."
"Yes! One that you'll have on you for the rest of your life and you can't hide it either!" I snatched his hand to hold it up under the light.
If I wasn't so upset about the whole situation, I'd marvel at how beautiful the small design was.
When I went to drop his hand, Noah linked our fingers together and pulled me into his chest. He towered over me so I had to crane my neck back to look up at him, his fire eyes burning deep into my soul.
"You don't think were dating?" Noah questioned.
I gulped before shaking my head. "No, we're not."
He hummed, brushing his nose against mine. "What do you call what we've done together then?"
I was careful to lick my dry lips, not wanting my tongue to brush against him.
"We hooked up, that's it. If you could even call it that. You got me off twice, no big deal," I lied with a shrug.
Noah chuckled as he buried his face in my neck, his warm breath cascading over me as his hand gripped my throat, thumb on my pulse point.
Oh. Shit.
I squeezed my thighs together so hard I thought I would strain a muscle. I had every intention of ignoring Noah, only focusing on work, but now with his hand around my throat and wetness pooling between my legs, I knew I was fucked.
Figuratively and possibly literally.
Hopefully literally.
With a gentle squeeze, Noah forced my head to the side so he could get better access to my neck, him working to leave a red mark there. His teeth scrapped and pulled causing a harsh moan to fall from my lips.
"This isn't dating?"
I went to shake my head but realized I couldn't do to his grip on me so instead; I let out a hushed no in response. With the hand still wrapped around my throat, Noah's other hand brushed over the valley between my breasts, down my stomach, and slipped underneath the waistband of my leggings. Long fingers glided over my slit through my panties and I bucked my hips up into the touch, needing more.
"What about this?"
Noah pushed two fingers past my panties and sunk deep into my pussy.
"Fuck," I groaned as the sensation of his fingers thrusting in and out in rapid pace ignited every cell inside of me.
This hand was taped while the other around my throat was only halfway, the black material hanging loosing against my chest.
"You said it meant nothing but what's this angel?"
He pulled his fingers out, the sudden emptiness making me whine. He smirked as he held up the two fingers under the light and my pupils dilated when I saw them glisten with my arousal coating the tattoos. Noah brought them to my lips, his own pupils blown with lust.
"Lick," he demanded.
Something inside me burned other than arousal and I stood taller against him.
"Lick them yourself," I tossed back with a smug smile.
A muscle ticked in his jaw and he forced my mouth open with the hand around my throat and pushed his two fingers past my lips.
"Be a good fucking girl and lick them clean, angel."
My core clenched around nothing and suddenly wanting to obey because of the praise, I wrapped my tongue around his fingers and licked up my arousal. I didn't even cum but his fingers were soaked. Noah's chest vibrated in approval when he pulled his fingers out, a loud pop echoing in the confined space.
"On your knees," His hand left my throat and pushed he down.
Not wanting to disobey again, I felt to my knees and gazed up at him through my lashes. Noah cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb over my bottom lip.
"You did so good sucking my fingers. Why don't you do that to my cock?"
The base of my spine ignited with warmth at his words and I made quick work of undoing his black cargo pants, the outline of his hard dick pressing, almost begging, to be released from his briefs. I gaze back up at Noah, a silent question one he answered with a nod.
I pushed down his pants and briefs to mid thigh and watched as his cock bounced free, slapping against his thigh.
"Oh, God." I licked my lips at the sight of it.
"There's no god here, angel. Just us," Noah guided the head of his cock towards my mouth, pre-cum spilling out from the slit. "Open."
Not wanting to waste another second, I took in as much as I could, nearly gagging on the length of it. Noah tasted so fucking delicious and whatever I couldn't fit in my mouth, I wrapped my fingers around it. While my head bobbed up and down his length, sucking as I went, my hand squeezed and pulled. At one point, I hollowed my cheeks so I could take even more of him. Noahs hands had a death grip in the strands of my hair and the burn at my scalp made me moan which vibrated against his cock.
"So good, angel." He purred. "Oh shit, right there."
I pressed my tongue on the underside of him, right below the head, and my body vibrated with his praise. The wetness between my thighs was now warm and sticky, my clit begging to be touched so I went to slip a finger in my leggings but Noah's harsh voice stopped me.
"Don't you fucking do it. You walked away from me, Y/N so you don't get to cum."
My nails dug into the sink of his thigh, making him hiss in pain, but his grip was so tight on my scalp that I wasn't able to pull off of him to argue. I was so close that just a few short circles against my clit would be enough to tip me over the edge.
"You're mine." He enunciated each word with a thrust.
"Mhmm," I hummed.
His breath was erratic. "I'm yours, angel."
This time I nodded, working harder to make him come undone.
Noah's body tensed and when I looked up at him, his head had fallen back and lips were parted. Sheer ecstasy radiated off of him and it made me want to make him fall apart for me. My tongue circled the head of his cock while my hand now played with his smooth balls and Noah bit out a strand of curses.
"Fuck, angel. I'm gonna-," he uttered.
I moaned over his cock, edging him on, and with a loud groan Noah spilled himself deep in the back of my throat
"Every. Last. Drop," he demanded with languid thrusts into my throat.
I did, greedily.
With his grip still in my hair, he yanked me off of him to my feet and I wiped away the drool with the back of my hand. Noah lifted me on top of a set of crates in the room and kicked my feet apart so he could spread me wide for him. I leaned all of my weight back on my hands and lifted my hips when he began clawing at my leggings working to take them off.
"Noah," I whined. "Don't tease me, please."
His intense gaze flashed up at me. "I had every intention of not letting you cum but now I want to taste you on my tongue when I make you fall apart."
Noah Sebastian will be the death of me.
He slipped me out of both my leggings and panties, leaving me bare in front of him. My knees instinctually pressed together to hide from him but his large hands forced them apart, leaving bruising marks there.
"No, angel. You don't get to hide from me. Anything. Alright?"
I let out a soft whimper, knowing when he said anything, he truly meant that; anything. I could tell him things I were afraid of and he wouldn't judge me or run away. Noah didn't want me to hide from him and after this moment, I wouldn't.
Not anymore.
Seeing the answer on my face, Noah yanked me closer to the edge of the crates then leaned down on his knees becoming eye level with my drenched pussy.
"Fuck," his breath fanned over it. "It's so much prettier in person."
I was so gone in my haze of a brain that I didn't fully catch what he meant by those words.
My nails dug into his scalp to force him closer to me; I was aching for some kind of friction, almost begging for it.
"Please, Noah. I can't," my voice sounded wrecked.
His tongue darted out to lap at my clit, and I almost came. Noah licked from my clit, down the entire folds of my entrance and when he speared his tongue into me, I cried out his name.
"Say it again," he ordered.
"Noah," I rasped.
He replaced his tounge with two fingers, going knuckle deep, while his tounge attacked my clit in such an assault I raised off of the crates trying to create some distance. Noah's free hand held me down with a hand on my stomach before sliding up underneath my shirt and bra to pinch and pull on my nippels.
This was it; the dam was about to burst, my orgasm so fucking close to crashing through my entire excistance.
Noah's fingers pupming in and out, his tounge's ruthrless licks on my clit, and him rolling my nipple between his thum and finger was enough for me to strangle out his name in a prayer, my orgasm causing my body to quake underneath him. When the after shocks began to fade is when Noah finally pulled away, my cum coating his lips and jaw.
With my hand gripping his forearm, I pulled him up while I met him halfway, legs wrapping around him. I smashed my lips to his, our first kiss being inside of a dirty storage closet meant nothing to me. It didn't matter where we were, our first kiss with each other would be special regardless.
Noah didn't miss a single second of the kiss, him immediately forcing his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself. I groaned in the most intense, teeth clattering, tongues dancing, lips bruising kiss I'd ever experience. Noah kissed me like a man starved and I was his last meal.
Finally, needing to take a breath, I pulled away and rested my forehead against his.
"Wow," was all I said because after everything that just happened, the kiss was the most knee buckling one.
Noah beamed at me before laying another quick peck on my lips. "I've wanted to do that for so long."
I brushed the hair out of his eyes and nodded. "Me too."
His eyes had softened back to their normal brown as he linked our hands together, showing me the tattoo on his thumb, the one that started our argument.
"Let's get one thing straight, Y/N. I won't regret this tattoo. If we don't work out, it'll be a great story. I didn't just do it to show you how important you are to me, I also did it because I lost a bet and I keep my promises."
Noah's last words had more meaning that he meant and I took it in with a small nod.
"Okay," I murmured.
He gently helped me off the crates and once on my feet, Noah pulled up my panties and then my leggings as I brushed my shirt back down to cover my stomach. He must have tucked his cock back into his pants without me knowing because he shut the light of the closest and pulled me back into the brightly lit hallway. I blinked a few times so my eyes could focus and when they did, they saw the three other members of Bad Omens staring at us with amused expressions.
"We were wondering where you two headed," Jolly said.
My cheeks burned red as Noah wrapped an arm around me to pull me into his chest. "Sorry, we got a little distracted."
Nick chuckled. "Well, we were supposed to go on five minutes ago so if you're ready."
"Oh fuck," I muttered. "How long were we in there?"
Folio ruffled my hair then handed me my camera. "Awhile"
I took it with a smile of thanks then turned back to Noah. "You should go, you're already late."
He merely shrugged and left another kiss on my lips. "Worth it."
Giggling into the kiss, I playfully smacked his chest then pushed him towards Jolly, who began leading him to the stage. My fingers went to my lips which were still tingling from Noah and for the first time in a long time, I enjoyed the thought of the future.
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First of all: I *love* your writing, it's really good :]]
Second: Could we get a Vox x gn!sick!reader ? I've got a really bad case of the flu atm and i figured it might be cute
Thanks so much!!! I got you!! Vox anything is my specialty!! Anyway, hope you get better!!!
Vox x gn!sick!reader
"I said, Rest and Drink Some Tea!"
Imagine!
You sniffled, the covers keeping you warm but you were still shivering. It was horrible what was happening to you. You wouldn’t be able to work or even walk out of your room. But worse of all, you had a date with Vox today. You didn’t even have the energy to pick up the phone to call him. However, you didn’t even have to.
Before you knew it, he’d zapped himself into your room. Eyes opening wide when he saw the state you were in. “What happened? You’re sick and you didn’t tell me? I almost thought you stood me up!” he sighed, sitting at the foot of your bed.
You sighed, your head throbbing, “I can barely even bring myself to speak…”
“Is it that bad? Shit… Look, stay here, I’ll bring you some tea or something, you get some rest. Don’t even try to get up!” He insisted, at which you simply nodded.
Once he came back, you’d dozed off a bit, but he tapped you awake, propping you up so he could give you your tea. “Here, I had someone make you some tea. Just sit back, have some rest, and drink some tea.” He spoke, lying down by your side.
“Vox no… you’re gonna get sick…” You grumbled, your nose stuffy and your will to argue so minimal that that was all you told him.
“And? I’ll be fine. Just shut up and sleep.” He hissed, cuddling close to you. He snapped his finger, turning on your TV and putting on a movie. “You need anything, just let me know, ok?” He added, pulling out his phone and texting his secretary to cancel all his meetings today. Immediately after, he sent a voice message, “Hey Velvette, Y/n is sick, I’m staying with them until they get better. Tell Val to NOT bother me today.”
He then, cuddled you closer, lying down with you until you fell asleep. Shit, he took a nap himself. And he didn’t really care if he got sick, he could just drink some medicine and call it a day.
However, in the middle of that nap, you felt like you needed to get up. You didn’t know why, but despise this you were still tired. So you did, forgetting Vox was cuddling you. When you shifted, he grumbled awake. Seeing you standing up, shivering from the cold.
“Hey! I told you to rest and drink your tea! What are you doing up?”He exclaimed.
“I don't know, I just didn’t wanna lie down anymore…” You mumbled.
“Yeah, but you have to rest up until you feel better…” He sighed. “Come on, I’ll get you whatever you want, I’ll even change the show. Just don’t do anything. I’d rather you not overexert yourself…”
You huffed softly, “Fine… I just… I feel kind of useless right now.”
“Be as useless as you want. It’s kind of the point of me taking care of you. You shouldn’t be doing shit.” Vox retorted. “Come back to bed, now. C’mon…” He added, reaching out to you. And you just couldn’t say no to those inviting arms. So you returned to him, napping in his arms again.
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Met Your Match! Shanks (OPLA)
Shanks might have met his match when hitting on you in a tavern. You give as good as he takes. Shanks x Reader (female implied)
SHANKS
Another port, another tavern, another night of drinking and good times. The rest of the crew were merry, loud and mingling with the locals while I scanned the tavern for someone to keep me company. I was very confident in my ability to flirt and swoon women into my bed, and most girls in this tavern were already eyeing me up. However, there was one girl who sat alone at the end of the bar drinking and not paying attention to anything around them.
As I approach them they turn to face me and look me up and down, before going back to their drink, 'Not interested, find someone else.'
I sit on the stool next to them and order a beer, 'why would I find someone else when I want you,' I say boldly, puffing out my chest and accepting this challenge.
They laugh, 'someone's confident. I've had a long day, and I'm pretty sure another girl in here would be happy with your attention.'
'What do you do? I'm Shanks by the way,' I ask, genuinely interested, and maybe I could get their name.
They sigh, 'I'm a carpenter, and call me y/n.'
You didn't come across many female carpenters, and now looking closer I could see bits of sawdust on their clothes and they smelt like varnish. I can't keep the smirk off my face.
I clear my throat, 'I wish you were my big toe. Then I could bang you and every piece of furniture.'
y/n turns to face me trying to suppress a laugh, 'Okay Shanks, what's the difference between a G-Spot and a golf ball?'
I take a swig of beer, 'what's the difference?'
'A guy will look for a golf ball,' they answer deadpan.
I throw my head back and howl with laughter, finally someone else with a similar sense of humour, 'You've been sleeping with idiots love. You're cute as U in it, but quickie has U and I together.'
y/n nearly spits out their drink, their eyes twinkling as they take a deep breath, 'what do you call a man who cries when he pleasures himself? A tear-jerker.'
I take note of a few girls around us who were eyeing y/n up with disgust, maybe because they had my attention or maybe because of their dirty mouth. Either way, neither of us cared and continued to trade dirty jokes.
I straighten up, 'how is sex like a thunderstorm?'
y/n rests their chin on their hands smiling up at me, 'You're the pirate, tell me.'
I wink, 'You never know how many inches you'll get and how long it will last.'
Resting their chin on one hand, they reach over with the other and try to shove me crinkling their nose, 'how is playing bridge similar to sex? If you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand--' they pause, eyes going wide, 'shit! sorry!'
Some stray strands of hair fall onto their face so I lean over and brush them behind their ear, our faces close, y/n blushing as I lick my lips, 'I only need one love. I've got one more for you if you think you can handle it. How is life like a penis?'
y/n gulps, 'How is life like a penis Shanks?'
'It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it,' I whisper.
y/n looks down and bites their lip, 'Why the hell not, meet me in the bathroom.'
I watch y/n get up and head towards the bathroom. I quickly finish my drink and get up to follow them, not caring who saw us and my obvious bulge. It had been a while since a girl had got me hard with words alone.
Y/N
Shanks enters the bathroom, locks the door, and before you can properly compose yourself after whatever the hell happened at the bar, he pushes you against the wall, his lips attaching to your neck quickly finding your sweet spot as if he could read minds.
You moan and tilt your head to give him a better angle, your hands reaching for the hem of his pants, while he does the same to your pants, both of you making quick work of the underwear of the other.
'Fuck me, Shanks,' you beg.
He comes up for air after switching between kissing and biting your neck, eyes dark and hungry as he smirks, 'Let me make you feel good after a long hard day.'
You squeak as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist before he thrusts inside you without warning. It had been a while since your last time so you were tight but your body greedily wanted more despite the pain.
'Faster...' you gasp.
He complies and picks up the pace, 'so tight,' he growls, 'but it's like you were made for me,' he hums.
Not wanting to be heard you cover your mouth with your hand, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. The only sounds are Shanks grunts and skin on skin. You didn't care how needy you looked as it doesn't take long for you to cum.
'Good girl, hold on a little longer,' he pants.
His thrusts become sloppier, and with one last thrust, he cums inside you. He stays inside you as the two of you come down together, and you remove your hand from your mouth.
'Being a carpenter has some advantages, Shanks,' you say playfully, lacing your fingers through his hair.
He raises a single eyebrow, 'tell me.'
You peck his lips, 'I'm good with wood and my hands.'
Shank's eyes light up, mischief the most obvious emotion, 'my ship is wooden. I could put your hands to good use love.'
After cleaning up you leave the bathroom together and it is obvious to everyone in the tavern what the two of you had just done, especially his crew who hoot and holler as Shanks leads you towards them with his arm around your waist and beaming like the cat who'd gotten the cream.
'Boys this is y/n, who wants another round?' he calls out.
Everyone cheers as Shanks sits you down next to a man who has black hair with a sprinkling of grey in it. You didn't expect to end your day screwing a pirate in a bathroom and drinking with his crew.
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Nymph on the track
Literally don't know what I'm doing
♀️The 22° does represent a type of death (and y'all can cry about it). Death isn't always the leaving of the physical plane, it could be the active suppression of something that leaves one feeling not complete/whole.
🐍I have this degree on my Moon, and when I tell you people constantly try to make me suppress my emotions AND when I actively do so I don't feel as complete as when I'm being my normally expressive self. It feels like part of me is gone not that I'm physically gone.
♀️As someone with a Jupiter in my first house I have no idea where people got this happy go lucky idea from. I've been told countless times I'm more of a realist or even a pessimist at times. And no my Jupiter doesn't have a ton of negative aspects (there's more positive ones).
🐍I believe Jupiter First house is more of a sign of hyper awareness of self (hence the realism) not ignorance.
🐍I am very aware of my limits and literally will not push myself if I know something is pointless.
♀️ I've been stuck in a Saturn ruled year/pattern for the past two years and in two years I'll be starting my Saturn return. I no longer like the number two
♀️This applies to the doms/venuses of these modialites Cardinals attract people in the same age range. Fixed attract people older. Mutable attract younger.
♀️As a Venue square Ascedant I can tell you now, I love the way I look until someone says something negative then I'm mad the rest of the day. In vice versa if someone says something positive that makes my whole day.
♀️I've also notice I get a lot of stares outside (regardless of what I wear), yes my Venus is in the 10th house, that might play a larger role in why others perceptions of me impact me so much.
♀️Pluto makes people really blunt and forward with you.
♀️Just because one has fame degrees it doesn't mean you'll actually be famous. Depending on the signs/planets/houses it's found in
♀️Aqua first house traits: Being called "UniQUe", Major rbf, diamond shaped head (yes you got a big head), coming off different than others in the room (if everyone is bubbly, you mean;if everyone is mean, you bubbly), calling people out then being upset about getting attention
♀️Aquarius placements might like the whole "-core" idea a lot. I have no idea why (it's literally just regular traits and interests being turned into a personality but that's just me)
♀️Having all three modalities in your big three can show you have great intuition. However your mars sign impacts how much you use said intuition.
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
♀️Sun and Neptune are to intuition while Uranus and Mars are to expedition
♀️Despite an empty 11th house I tend to care too much about friends. Then I realized I have a 7th house Mars and North Node, therefore relationships are the focal point of my life. So no the 11th house isn't about friendships completely it's about your broad socialization.
♀️Having a first and seventh house stellium make you an ambivert. You wanna be around others but on your own terms.
♀️7th house NN is completely about using relationships to shape yourself into your best version. It's about experiencing all the social parts of life and learning the lessons that come with it.
♀️I might be biased but I've never met a Taurus I (out right) hated. I vibe so well with them (unless they start acting goofy).
♀️Having Neptune and Venus heavily impact you can make you idealistic, fluid, and
♀️Saturn is the most ghetto planet. I have nothing else to say in this.
♀️Heavy Pluto influence makes one seek out others reactions. Not that they're insecure they just love attention (don't even lie about it).
♀️That also applies to Scorpios, they do shit just for a reaction. The only case it might be out of some form of insecurity is if paired with Aquarius or Leo.
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
♀️As Pluto transits Aquarius we might see more people diagnosed with nerve problems and long term illness.
♀️Another thing about Pluto in Aqua is the increase in cultish behavior/ organizations, terrorist attacks, and standoffish actions. Like I've seen people become real... racist, classist, sexist etc. Almost like all the behaviors we agreed were gross are now okay.
♀️North Node in Aries isn't helping with the lack of sociability. I wouldn't be surprised if people started being more individualistic to the point of isolation.
♀️Geminis got big ass ears (better to hear everyone's business with)
♀️Gemini kids may be vocal a lot sooner than their peers
🐍May also be more curious than other children
♀️Sag kids might really like fixed sign adults. Sag adults on the other hand...
♀️I mentioned a lot of Scorpios/Pluto doms may work well/with kids but I've noticed the sister sign Taurus might do just as well and work with kids too.
♀️Gemini adults are great with babies/toddlers, older kids not so much (because of similarities in disposition)
⋘ ... ⋙
♀️I've seen a lot of memes about kids "suddenly being aware of their surroundings" and the most notable ages that come up are 3,4 and 5 year olds. The magical astrology thing that happens around that age is your first Saturn square. That's why you'll see those kids asking a lot more why and essential questions
♀️Y'all gonna be mad, but the Sag/Gemini axis has more.... "familiar" issues than the Cap/Cancer one. I'm sorry I don't make the rules.
♀️I'm sorry but having a 5th house stellium is not an indicator of creativity. I've met and seen quite a few that couldn't draw a fucking line if you gave them an outline. They tend to be more gifted in whatever the sign is over their fifth house rather than "creativity" in general.
🐍My mom has a fifth house stellium but can't draw, color OR paint (despite taking plenty of art classes) to save her life. Yet she is an extremely good person with health based and routine problems (isn't a doctor but can easily tell you something a doctor would).
♀️The fifth house really can tell your preferences. I don't just mean "intellectual" or "sympathetic", it could also talk about the appearance and disposition of individuals as well.
🐍Gemini over the 5th can indicate the preference for androgynous (presentation, gender, energy) folks. That could be someone who dates gnc/non binary people more than cis or aligned trans folk. Or be with people who don't conform to gender roles (in a societal sense) by having equal masculine and feminine traits.
⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙
♀️I've been wondering when people were going to stop (over) hyping the K *insert literally anything* industry. And I realized it won't be until Neptune is out of Pisces. I made a post a hot minute ago about Korea being specifically the arts being linked to Neptune. And seeing that Neptune in Pisces high key started the globalization (the idea even) of many Korean based arts, it's not going to chill out until Neptune dances its way into Aries.
♀️Speaking of Neptune in Aries, we can expect a drastic change in media, the likes and overall expectations of the entertainment industry (that includes physical and digital artists as well). Since more "warish" "rough/hospitable" countries are ruled by Aries we could see the rise of heavy metal, folk (that includes heavy drumming not the more gentle one that's Cancer's domain), and loud, rough music.
🐍We would see a change from fantastical beauty being the standard to people who look like they've seen some shit. There would definitely be a decrease in cosmetic surgery HOWEVER it might also be an increase in steroid usage (everyone wants to look strong).
🐍We could also see more wars, aggression and overthrows during this time. The last time Neptune was in Aries was the mid 1800s. That was a time of government overthrowing, revolts around racial/ethnic inequality (Haitian Revolution, Civil War, Qing dynasty getting jumped, etc etc).
🐍We might actually see true differences made in the world due to this shift.
♀️I haven't really seen people talk about Uranus since last year so I just wanted to talk more about what this Taurus and future Gemini transit means.
🐍We have already seen banks and economies crashing. It's only been a few months of Uranus in Taurus and financial stability is looking like a whole joke. While this may not seem big to some or others may be looking forward to this, it's a very big cautionary sign. Since the world does rely on paper/coin currency having banks and whole economies flat line doesn't just mean we'll have some communist revolution, it means we'll have to quickly adapt to a skill base trade or watch the world go up in flames. We could see more wars, famines and disease due to this. I haven't seen anyone touch on the increasing tensions in the world due to the high inflation rates. Yes I mentioned more wars in the Neptune observation but with it corresponding with the current economic instability, yeah. We do have to learn trade/life skills because other things are becoming obsolete.
🐍Another Uranus in Taurus observation is the increased use in technology. You might be confused why this is being mentioned with Uranus and not Pluto, but I'll explain. Taurus is linked to stability and comfort (very similar to the 2nd house), and due to the ease technology gives many folks, it's not surprising we see more and more being used. This leans more into Uranus in Gemini, but AI technology will (for better or worse) become integrated into everyday life. That means communication will change drastically because teachers most likely won't be mostly humans but AI and robotic. Many languages might end up fully dying out by the time Gemini Uranus comes around because no one will be writing and verbalizing them anymore. In the near future I can already tell people will get more lazy in certain aspects leading to a decline in creativity and diversity. Because why should I have to think harder and be uncomfortable when there are things available to do that for me. We could see the rise of more mega cities (think Tokyo) due to human population clustering in certain areas and leaving others. Honestly the thing I can see happening and kinda fear is lack in biodiversity leading to us just cloning to make up for life lost.
♀️I said in a previous observation that Aquarius is linked to Nuerodivergence and now I figured out how. It relates more to the "physically visible" ones. I'm taking Tourettes, Epilepsy and Alzheimer's.
(If you learned something new or would just like to support me you can leave a wittle tip via the tip button or one of the links in my masterlist. Kofi: nymphdreams🧸)
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SVT HARD HOUR
Maybe a SVT member and their partner are in a relationship where the rest of the members (and the world) thinks the SVT member is the lead in the relationship but in reality their partner is.
Like it’s really important for him to be seen as the lead so she let’s him be seen as it.
Partner is normally really relaxed about the teasing but one day he takes it too far where she whispered that if he keeps this up, he not gonna like where it’s heading.
He keeps pushing so the members learn who is really the lead.
Hahaha this was a lot more detailed then what I meant. I don’t really have a member in mind. I am gonna be happy with whoever you choose.
Sooo, have fun writing ✍️
@hwanghyunjinenthusiast also asked: Because I love you <3 Also going to try to switch it up lol.
Consider edging Mingyu. You know he'd get all whiney and desperately try to buck his hips up into you when you stay completely still on top of him. Massive hands needily grabbing at your hips. In an attempt to steady himself or encourage you to move, you're not sure.
It'd be so cute how teary-eyed he'd be. His big cock twitching inside of you incessantly but, he'd try his best to hold on. Because he wants to be good for you.
NEEDY — MINGYU
surprise surprise <3 i'm sifting through my inbox for old requests that have been gathering dust since may!! i've been missing mingyu a lot these days so here's a quick drabble :3c
tags: f!reader, sub!mingyu, smut (MINORS DNI)
"is it really such a big deal for you to be the one that calls the shots, gyu?"
a whine is caught in the back of your boyfriend's throat as you drag your finger across the swell of his adam's apple, pinning him in place with a disgruntled stare.
mingyu knows he's been a little...over the top today — making a show of bossing you around just to fool his friends into thinking he's the one that runs this relationship, or whatever bullshit patriarchal nonsense he's got brewing inside his head. normally, you would've played along with his need to be seen as anyone but the big pouty man-puppy he actually is.
however, after making a snide comment that made every one of the boys stare at you warily as if waiting for a violent reaction, you decide that you've had enough of mingyu's big scary dom roleplay.
"i'm better off making dinner for you in the kitchen, huh?" you narrow your eyes, forcing mingyu's chin up as you clench around his aching cock. "now what made you think that, gyu? did you really mean what you said? because i'll be really upset if you did."
"n-no, baby, i was just fooling around," mingyu pleads, large hands digging into your hips as he forces himself not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt. "you know the guys tease me enough as it is, so i was just trying to —"
"be a sexist little shit to your girlfriend?" you finish the rest of the sentence with a disappointed huff. "i know you were just trying to get the guys off your back, but i expected more from you, gyu.
"after all, we both know just how needy you are when i'm the one calling the shots."
he sniffles, tears glistening in his eyes. it's almost adorable. "i'm sorry, baby, i —"
the noise that rumbles in his chest is caught between a groan and a whimper when you lift yourself up on his lap before slamming back down with more force than you typically do. despite the frustration rolling off of you in waves, your boyfriend's big cock still does the job in stemming your irritation from his earlier antics, and with how eager mingyu is to be good for you, you suppose you can forgive him.
that doesn't mean you'll make things any easier for him though.
"if you're really sorry, you'll sit there like a good boy while i get myself off," you coo before establishing a languid pace — riding your boyfriend as you press your foreheads together while you drill every word into his head. "my puppy can do something as simple as that, right?"
"yes. i promise — i promise i'll be good," mingyu mewls adorably, the muscles of his thighs tensing from the sheer effort he's exerting to stay still. "f-fuck, your pussy's so warm, baby."
"i didn't give you permission to start running your mouth, now did i?"
it's hard to miss how his cock twitches inside you — clearly enjoying the way you put him in his place no matter how much he tells his friends otherwise. you simper before leaning down to nip at his lobe, purposely moaning into his ear as you repeatedly slam your hips back down on his.
"i'd tell you that your huge cock is all you're good for but i won't. you know why, gyu?" you whisper as you try not to lose yourself to the delicious stretch of his girth. "that's because i fucking love you. so i suggest — ah, fuck — for you to choose your words carefully next time. got it, puppy?"
despite sounding more and more breathless with each passing second, mingyu thinks it's hot that you're lecturing him while you fuck him into incoherence. he decides then and there that he doesn't give a shit if his friends find out how submissive he actually is — both in the bedroom and your relationship in general.
your big, beefy boyfriend is powerless against you after all.
"'m so close," mingyu sighs as you start kissing down his neck, nimble fingers gliding across his nipples for added stimulus. "wanna cum inside you, baby... can i?"
you don't respond right away — too caught up in chasing after your own pleasure to give him another thought. but mingyu doesn't mind because fuck. you look so sexy like this, tits bouncing with every downward stroke as his big cock batters your cunt.
but just when he's about to feel his orgasm boil over, you lift yourself off your boyfriend's cock. this earns you a desperate whine in protest from mingyu which you promptly shut up by tipping him backwards, forcing him flat on his back before positioning your sopping pussy over his face.
"you think you deserve it after that stunt you pulled?" you chuckle darkly, delighting in the way mingyu's big arms automatically wrap themselves around your thighs to hold you in place. "make me come on your face first, puppy. then i'll think about whether or not i want you to finish inside me tonight."
you'll let him. you'll always let him.
but the fun thing about being with mingyu is that he never really backs down from a challenge.
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A full transcribe of FRANCISCO 'CATFISH' MORALES' dialogue/lines from the film TRIPLE FRONTIER
Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.
I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤
FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE
☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.
FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:
(In Spanish) Hey! Everyday you’re uglier.
(In Spanish) Good to see you.
I don’t know man. I got the new baby now. And my lady isn’t into me doing this kinda shit any more.
What happened to that bullshit about going back to your mother's homeland and empowering the people to police themselves? Anyway, I lost my licence. I can’t even fly right now.
Yeah, I don’t think so.
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I didn’t mean to call your shit bullshit.
I got busted. It’s not a big deal. Actually, it’s a big deal.
Technically it’s a suspension. I’m still under review.
Well, what about you, what are you gonna do?
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Yeah, Benny!
When is it?
Okay.
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Pope. Pope, I have kids over here. Does he have kids living in here with him? ‘Cause that's gonna make things whole lot more complicated and is not what I signed up for.
Why?
Why is she doing this?
Man I almost forgot why I got out of this business. Shit gets so dark so quick.
Benny. I got two guys on motorbikes coming your way.
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You were gonna piss yourself.
Thanks.
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(In Spanish) What were you thinking?
Bullshit, you can’t help yourself.
There were two vans in the courtyard. But if the family uses those vans to go to church, then we got nothing. So we need another van. Can your girl work that out?
We don’t know that.
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Never spend your money until it’s your pocket, Benjamin!
How original.
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Actually, I think Mark Twain said that.
Seven getting in the van.
One guard secured in kitchen
Your girl gave us up, Pope. We gotta get the fuck out of here.
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Like a serious fuck up.
He’s gone, man.
Careful.
Guys! I got another wall over here!
It’s everywhere. It’s the whole fucking house.
Okay. I'll get these last ones loaded down there, and you call out when you’re ready to light it up. Move, move!
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What are we shooting at in here?!
Is that Lorea?
Good.
The family?
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That’s three.
Anybody got eyes on that SUV the guards came in? Because we’re gonna need it.
Benny! Hey!
What do we do up here? I’ve got the family waiting to go in.
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Your girlfriend’s here.
Just load ‘em up here and I’ll weigh them. Where’s your guy?
What the fuck are we gonna do with that thing?
It won’t all fit in the net. We gotta get the rest of it inside.
That’s 250 million dollars.
If that scale is even close to being right we’re gonna have a weight issue.
That’s 9,000 at 2,000 feet. If we want to get to the ocean, we gotta fly over the fucking Andes, man.
Okay. She’ll make it. Let’s go.
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The weight drags at higher altitudes. I’d like to stay under 5,000 feet till we hit the Andes. Ocean in four hours.
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I’m gonna try between these two bigger peaks. Find this valley I saw on the map.
Just one last push through the Andes.
It’s gotta be 11,000. Can’t fly that high.
I don’t know.
All right, baby. All right, baby. Come on, now. All right, baby.
It’s close, though.
It’s too much weight. It’s too much fucking weight. We’re never gonna make it.
It means we’re losing fucking money.
Do you wanna get to the ocean?
That’s feeling better. Come on. Come on.
Come on.
One of the gearboxes has blown.
I don’t want to go into a spin.
Okay, we might be in trouble here.
I’m losing altitude. Ah, we should land. We should land now.
I’m trying to get her back to flat.
I remember it.
I can’t land this with that bag under us. We should lose the money, maybe we don’t die. Lose the money, or we’re all gonna die! Hit the external load release. It’s on the wall!
There should be a manual override on the cargo hook!
Alright, I’m gonna try to land over here.
Bad landing.
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Let’s move.
Pope, what's he reaching for is that a weapon? Pope, do you cop-?
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(In Spanish) Get back!
He’s up there.
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Dancing? We were dancing when we got on the plane to come down here. I would call this full intercourse.
Yeah it is.
I was too quick on the trigger. You know it and I know it. I killed those people.
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Just shut up and concentrate! Jesus Christ!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
We’re all on the hook, are we not?
Relax. Relax. We’re not picking at the fucking scab right now, okay? One foot in front of the other. Alright? Come on. Let's go. Jesus fucking Christ.
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Are you sure you want me to get rid of the mules?!
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
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I’ll cut up behind you.
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I'm gonna say something. Are you listening?
We gotta get back on our game. Enough of this. It stops now. You understand?
Good.
What?
As many as I had to.
How’s your sleep?
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What about the next town over?
What do you mean, we just mow them all down?
It’s alright.
Good.
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Cover me
I’m taking a shot
Uh-uh.
(In Spanish) Dumbass!
(In Spanish) Where are the keys?
Fuck!
(In Spanish) Vamos, Pope!
Did you just give that fucking kid money? We should have killed that kid as soon as he saw our faces.
I’ll tell you right now, if we get to that beach and Ben isn’t there, I’m fucking killing people.
Come on! Come on!
More are coming.
Pope, shoot! Shoot the driver, what is wrong with you?!
Where are they?
Pope, kill them. Just kill them!
I see it, I see it.
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I gotta get home.
(In Spanish) See you.
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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE
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Hey there, been enjoying your content for a while now! I gotta take the new episode opportunity and request Chaz calling the reader to help him get away from Crimson, like a last minute rescue and finding a way to fake a trophy and trick the mafia, maybe some sex-as-thanks at the end, if you want to. As an addendum, this is an idea I got and plan to write my own fanfic with it, and I'd love to see your take on this scenario!
Life Saver!
Oh how could it all go so so wrong?!
Chaz had been running for, Hell, hours? It'd long since gone dark.
He held his side, a stray bullet from Crimson having hit him while he made his less than elegant escape, the man running through the bustling city that covered the majority of Greed, blood soaking the side of his shirt and quickly working its way down his pants.
Eventually, he'd duck into a back alley, wedging himself between a set of dumpsters. The shark man stayed huddled there for what felt like hours, doing his best to steady his breathing as he stayed sat there.
He'd sit there long enough for the adrenaline to wear off, and once it did, the blood loss finally hit him, the man collapsing in his hidden nook, passing out.
He'd awaken mid morning, wheezing as he stood up, the man clutching his side.
The bleeding had stopped, though his shirt and leg was absolutely soaked in blood.
That wasn't good.
Exiting the alleyway, he was entirely unsure of what the Hell to do.
So, he wandered.
He walked down the Street, body weak, occasionally being bumped into, or stepping over the occasional dead body.
But it'd be after some Imp got his head blown off, Chaz getting covered in brainmatter.
And while he initially complained, wiping his face. However as he spat out brains, he'd find his salvation in the dead Imp's hand.
A Cellphone!
So, snatching it up, he spent a long minute thinking of who he could actually call.
It's not like he had any friends. Burned most bridges. Fucked up the rest.
OH!
There was one person that didn't totally despise his guts. Someone that wouldn't kill him on sight.
So, after a minute trying to remember your number he'd finally pressed it into the phone.
It rang, Chaz desperately hoping you'll answer.
After another minute or so, you'd pick up. Before you could actually say anything Chaz blurted out.
"(Y/N)! Please don't hang up. Please!"
There was a long silence before he heard you sigh. "What do you want Chaz?"
He almost wept, pleading with you.
"Please, look I know Ive been an ass in the past, but I need your help. I've got myself in shit with the mob and your the only person in the seven rings I can trust right now!"
There was several minutes of silence before he added another desperate. "Please!"
There was another moment of silence before you sighed, telling him. "Fine... Do you remember the park where we met?"
He nodded, before smacking his forehead, telling you. "Yeah, I... I'm not too far from it."
"Alright, I can be there in 10. Be there." He released a heavy breath, the man about to thank you before you added. "Dont be seen. If your being followed by the mob, I'd suggest changing clothes, or at least covering up or something. I'll be in a red car."
Then you hung up, and so, following your instructions, he made his way to the park.
He'd manage to snatch a blanket covering up his faux tuxedo'd body. The man managing to cover his hair with a cap he snatched off some kids head.
He made it to the park fairly easily though he was still light headed from the blood loss, his head on a swivel as he watched for red cars.
As he did, he'd spot a pair of men. Men that were obviously on the lookout for sombody.
And not wanting to tempt fate, the shark demon quickly avoided eye contact, staring at the ground in hopes of garnering their attention.
Unfortunately for him, his luck hadn't turned, the set of men obviously spotting him.
He'd struggle to his feet, intending to make a runner. Or well, a shamble, man almost to the street when you finally pulled up.
"Get in!"
You yelled.
And he did, the man leaping in, the shark awkwardly balled up as you sped off, Chaz awkwardly fixing himself, having to move his ridiculous tail as you drove. Chaz sure to toss the blanket and hat, said garments immediately covering another cars window and making it crash.
"UnHoly shit! thank you!"
You didn't say anything, just driving along the street, intentionally not looking at the man.
Youd drive him back your place, making sure to take the long way with plenty of turns just in case someone was following you.
But after a while, you'd pull up to your clinic, you climbing out, coming around and helping him up.
You carried himside, the man weakly thanking you again as you helped his weakened form into a chair.
Youd quickly get to work fixing him up, cleaning and stitching up the wound, the man hissing and groaning at the pain.
"How ya feeling?" Youd ask, finally finished fixing him up.
Taking a few heavy breaths, Chaz chuckled, adjusting his seating before telling you.
"Ah, I'm alright. Will take more than a bullet to take my big dicked, sexy ass out."
You snorted, shaking your head telling him.
"Good... good."
Before you turned and smacked him right across the face.
"That was for getting mixed up with the mob!"
You then smacked him again.
"And that's for drinking all my medical grade alcohol, disappearing for half a year before calling me to save your ass, you prick!"
With that you calmly turned, grabbed your equipment and walking out of the room, the shark demon just sitting, watching as you casually walked away, man holding his sore cheek.
He'd find you cleaning your tools, Chaz awkwardly asking. "Sooo... do you still hate me?" He asked rather nonchalantly.
You paused, slumping over before snorting, shaking your head.
"Your dumbass you know that?" You chuckled, shaking your head, rolling your eyes.
Turning around, you face him, reaching out to cup his cheek, looking over the mark you'd left. You shook your head, looking into his eyes.
"You look like shit." You told him bluntly, the man breaking into laughter, you quickly following.
The both of you sharing a laugh. You sat him down, having him eat something before taking him to your bathroom, telling him to clean up.
Telling him to hand over his clothes when he gets in.
Of course he made a joke about you joining him, but after a singular look hed back down, apologising.
And so, stripping down, he'd hand you his clothes, the man taking a delightfully hot shower.
Youd put his clothes in the wash, finishing up sanitising your equipment before heading back to your room just as Chaz stepped out.
He had the decency to actually wear a towel, the past 24 seemingly taking its toll as he stumbled out the shark, towel barely staying attached as he flopped on your bed.
You just rolled your eyes, the man quickly curling up his massive tail, the man asking in a "sexy" voice, or more accurately, 'half asleep' voice if he could 'pay you back~'.
To which you threw a pair of his pants at him, a pair he'd left at your place the last time he'd been their. I.e. before he ran drunk off his ass on medical grad alcohol.
And so, while he got dressed you'd ask him who he'd managed to piss off.
The man made you promise not to get mad, you telling him to tell you or he could leave.
And so, making the sane choice, he'd reveal it was Crimson.
You were sure to throw something at him, yelling at him for being so stupid as to get mixed up with A Knowlastname.
However, it was as you were about to throw a shoe at him, that it hit you.
You knew exactly how you were gonna gat him out of this situation.
Chaz would ask what you had in mind, you simply throwing the shoe, telling him to get ready, you had somewhere to be.
Chaz would point out he was missing a shirt, and so, you'd throw him a robe, as you didn't have any shirts in his size.
You'd zip off to the "meat market".
Or as you called it, "the sketchy ass back alley market where surgeons get organs and shit for their sketchy ass surgeries".
It wasn't a pleasant place, and not one you went often, but for your purposes you were sure you could find exactly what you needed.
It took a long while to find a cadaver that matched him shockingly well. He was a lanky, recently dead shark shmuck that honestly, looked like he could be Chaz' twin.
And luckily, The dead man had a full set of teeth.
So, grabbing the dead bastard, you'd pay an annoyingly high price, Chaz promising to pay you back, befire you dragged him back to your place, and after some work on Chaz, youd get to work.
Youd check Chaz's teeth, making a mental note, and after some work, you had the cadavers chompers looking almost identical.
You knew of the Mob boss Crimson's proclivity to collect the teeth, horns or collars of his enemies, and as such took extra care that they looked authentic, Chaz spending most of the night with his mouth open.
And so, after a few hours of surgery, you had a very Chaz looking set of teeth.
And so waiting a few days and after taking some rather convincing photos of the mutilated Chaz look alike, man half burnt in a crashed car you found in some alleyway, youd manage to contact Crimson's men.
You spun a long yarn on hearing something about Chaz, you knowing him, making sure to glance over at him as you described him being a dumbass.
Of course theyd ask why you cared, you telling them you had a history and happened to find him dead, likely trying to steal a boobytrapped car, not that you shed a tear in finding him dead.
Something that got a wounded look from Chaz, the two of you sharing a drink at the time, Chaz less than subtly pulling you towards him with his tail, you smacking his tail as you climbed out, telling the man you had his chompers as well as evidence.
He'd ask what you wanted, you telling him a small sum for your effort. Removing and sanitising teeth wasn't easy after all.
And so, after some more back and forth, you set up a meeting.
Youd come face to face with Crimson himself, you handing over several images of a 'dead' Chaz, the man not saying a word till you handed over 'his' chompers.
Crimson stared at them for a looong, looong minute, before silently nodding, placing the teeth back onto the box as one of his goons handed you an envelope of cash.
With a respectful bow, you'd highfalutin it back home, blurting into your clinic, rushing upstairs with a cheer.
Chaz would pop out of the closet, the man having been waiting for the worst, the man equipped with one of your kitchen knives.
Though you didn't get the chance to ask him about it as he quickly approached, spinning you around and pulling you close.
Chaz suggested you go out and party, but luckily for the both of you, you weren't that stupid and decided to stay in and order some higher end fast food.
As well as you popping down the street for some cheep champagne.
The two of you would spend the night together, eating good food, sharing some very tasty champagne as you shared a toast to Chaz's death.
Youd somehow end up wrapped in his tail, the both of you speaking softly over your past, the man apologising for running.
For stealing from you.
For being such a useless prick.
He'd lean in close, thanking you for being the only person he could count on in all Hell, even if he didn't deserve it.
Youd lean in close, asking him if hed meant all if that, that he was actually sorry for being a prick, or if he was that same old Chaz.
He'd pause, silent for moment before sighing, the man looking back up at you before apologising again, telling you simply he was an asshole, but, well, he'd like another chance. If you'd have him?
And so, with a moment of thought, you'd kiss.
A deep, passionate kiss, the two of your curling up in bed, quickly getting down to buisness.
Youd end up curled up in bed, sheets a mess, both naked and nasty, Chaz curled up around you, nuzzling your collar as he held you close.
Youd lean down, the two of you sharing a kiss.
He'd ask if you'd, well, wanna give it another try... if you'd have him?
You'd lay there for a long minute, not saying anything until you'd finally lean in, giving him a deep, passionate kiss.
You wouldn't be an 'official thing' first a long time, especially with Chaz having to learn to be dead. But after a long time together, you'd genuinely end up loving each other.
And while it was never perfect, nothing in Hell was, and you made due.
And as cheesy as it was, you'd live Mostly happily, ever after.
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Things said-141(and some more characters)
If you watched Ja'mie the private school girl I love you!
Pt2 to this post
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R/n and ghost have a friendship where they basically share 1 brain cell every time they're together, this time its no different. They call for a meeting where they share their recent topic, basically 141 is forced to agree with their 'beliefs'
R/n: we'll be there for each other, like if one of us *nudges at ghost* got depression and wanted to k!ll themselves..
Ghost: then we as part of the 141 slayers promise, (name reader gave the team) we'll kill ourselves
R/n: yeah
Gaz: I didn't know it was that extreme
R/n: yeah it is
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Soap: where the fuck is my Coke Zero?
R/n and Ghost stare in silence
Soap to König: did you drink it?
*soap closes fridge and walks away*
Soap: fuck my life
König *clueless*: I ate a bread this mornin' it was amazing (please imagine him in his funny excited accent)
R/n: you're unique König
Soap: don't touch my Coke Zero! *in his harsh Scott accent*
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Price, soap and r/n are having a meeting in private. Soap logged in to readers laptop and saw a folder with pictures of gaz. (Folders title was: "My pookie bear")
R/n: how did you even get in?
Soap: isn't your password, gazmylover69?
R/n: little bitch
Price: r/n *in a stern tone*
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Price found out that r/n was trying to sell König on eBay for 14£, and Ghost was the buyer.
Price: the two of you are just as bad as each other, I'm disgusted
Ghost: good
R/n: *under their breath* next time I'll sell you
König is sitting outside waiting for the mailman
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Roach is now in charge of teaching r/n how to drive, this is after they 'accidentally' ran soap over. (he called r/n a little brit that looked like King Charles left butt cheek)
Gaz, Ghost, and alejandro are in the backseat. Roach, passenger and r/n driver seat.
R/n: why isn't the car moving?
Roach: because the hand brake is still on
R/n: well take the hand brake off!!....
Roach: r/n-
R/n: I told you to take it off before I get in!!
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Soap was named "best soldier of the week" this includes a medal price custom made. R/n is pissed that he got it.
R/n: what I'm accusing you of is awarding the medal to a dumb fat Scott,
price: here we go again*under his breath*
r/n: when the most incredible soldier to ever grace this base, is being completely ignored
price: roll the tears *under his breath*
r/n: and treated like their the scum of the earth!
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Rudy and r/n grew up together. But after he told them they weren't allowed to date anyone from 141 they got mad at him.
Rudy: no, its a final decision
r/n: just because Valeria ditched you for ale back in the day doesn't mean I can't get some
Rudy: you're just saying none sense
r/n: nonsense my ass
Rudy: no dating, no nothing
R/n: I wished I fucking drowned you as a child
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It's no secret that König is crushing on r/n. However the feelings aren't mutual, because reader adores Price. This happened today after sparring.
R/n and König are sat in some stairs, resting from todays training.
König and reader are sitting side by side, he leaned in to kiss their cheek, this was the reaction he got:
R/n: okay..okay..so that was weird...
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Soap is helping r/n, they've been feeling a little low today. He was sitting in bed with them. Reader has been under their blanket all day
R/n: pass me my book please
Soap tries to give them their book but teases reader in the process. Reader is trying to reach for it but soap is really enjoying himself.
R/n: give me it! I've got clinical depression you fucking idiot!
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I hope you all liked this one! and yes it was all inspired by that show. If you want a part to lmk! ?<3
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Gale of Waterdeep x Reader (Tav) Pt.3
The final part of what began as just a small drabble! Thank you to everyone for your interest and kind comments :>
The rise of the mid-day sun burned over the stone steps with every frantic step Tav and their group took, the hot brush of the cobblestone on their boots only to be rivaled by the presently on-growing beam of raw sunlight and the whole Rosymorn Monastery falling around them.
~~~
Shit. Shit. Shit
They fucked up.
They fucked up big time.
Tav thought they might have overdone it with their curiosity before but they just had to grab that mace. Its power would be useful to them in the future... maybe... hopefully...
...
They were sure Astarion was going to be furious with them later.
It was hard, however, to focus on their self-survival by avoiding falling platforms and dust clouds when they kept hearing a call of their name, distant from their gasps for air as they hurried down the cracking tiles and falling debris.
“Tav...”
“Tav……”
“TAV.”
Swearing through their heavy breathing, they turn to look to the side, sweat dripping down their face. Their eyes meet briefly with brown ones as the male wizard avoids just another rock from their pathway, a furrow in his expression as he tries to push his long hair away from his face and organize his words together. In his defense, the adrenaline of the run made him feel like he had to say this now or never.
“Gale? What? What's wrong?”
“I know this is hardly the time but,”
“What-”
“I think it's been a while and-”
“Gale, wait-”
“Hear me out! I've been thinking about what I said and I wanted to apolo-”
“GALE this is lovely and all, and I would love to hear you out. But for the love of the gods, can you please wait until we finish running away from this mess?!”
“Oh...
right, true.”
Finally going quiet, he blinks a few times as the head of a statue rolls past him, suddenly very aware of their situation right now.
Misty stepping away from a falling border, he started to speed up. Apologizing would have to wait until they were safe and alive.
Elmister help them.
~~~
Nightfall fell quite quickly after. The escape from the monastery, along with the journey back to camp, not to mention the wonderful new addition to their problems by angering a Githyanki queen, was needless to say everyone had fallen exhausted as soon as they got back to their tents.
Gale sat close by the fire poking the hot embers out with a stick as the stove resting on top came to a rising boil. He regularly did the cooking for the camp, as barely any of them could produce anything edible. It was a rewarding break and also gave him time to reflect and berate himself on his actions, especially when it came to Tav.
His eyes followed up across the camp to stare at the person in question, who was currently trying to calm the qualms of a certain infuriated vampire as the skeletal god that resurrected him watched from the sidelines. Tav must have given him quite an unbearable quip for a response as Astarion’s voice raised, reminding them once again that no, the tadpole was not enough sunscreen for the full concentrated power of the sun!
Gale chuckled to himself, the argument in itself was silly, and he frankly found it adorable to see the usually aloof Tav fidgeting and nervously trying to appease their pale friend. Their curiosity always did end up getting all of them into interesting situations, but he found it endearing nonetheless...
...
His eyes tear down to the embers with a sigh as he begins once again to mentally practice the apology speech that has been repeating in that brilliant brain of his for days. He wanted it to be perfect, he cared for them more than he could have imagined and feared that the shortness of his actions would forever snip away the bond they had formed. The same fear and anxiety he had felt all those years ago when Mytra had left him. In his self-deprecation, he had not realized however that during his 9th revision of the last few sentences, Tav had already sat down next to him waiting for him to notice.
“Gale-”
“TAV?!”
He jumped up a bit, sparks figuratively (and literally) coming out of him from the campfire, his heart, and probably the orb. He cleared his throat, facing their direction.
“I meant to say, hello, I wanted to talk to you earlier, you see I-”
Tav stopped him mid-sentence, putting their hands near his mouth as they found the thoughts that they had been waiting to say out loud for days now. They figured the words would come intuitively when the time came, but presently, they had never felt less prepared than then.
“Wait, wait, I'm sorry, but would it be okay for me to say something first?”
Gale nodded, slightly taken aback. Only that same day he had been thinking that they would never try to initiate a conversation with him by themselves again.
He was glad he was wrong.
“Yes, of course." His eyes softened. "What can I help you with?”
Tav tried to gulp down the upcoming blush and began working through their thoughts.
“I wanted to apologize, for what I said that night…” They begin.
“What I said was hurtful, and truthfully while I do not want you to die a death that can be avoided, I did not, and never will, mean that you should just go through with it away from us…”
Gale stared down their expression, almost as if he could read their thoughts crystal clear. At times the way he acted like this unnerved them, it read them too closely. However, tonight it seemed to do the opposite, his glance was a question, a search for an answer.
“You see, Gale, you mean a lot to me. More than you could imagine.” They fidget.
“And hearing that you have to give your life for such erratic whims for someone that left you to hurt for years, well, I could not help but want to say something about it. You deserve more than impossible expectations and an uncherished ending. You are more than just the orb within you. Your proneness to verbosity is charming, your thoughtfulness and the way you steer not me in a way that lets me explore and grow, for me, you are simply fantastic…”
The smile that formed within them in the last few sentences dropped along with their glance.
“And I could not bear entertaining the thought that you’d be gone just like that…”
They took a deep breath.
“But hearing that I was not Her brought a vile reaction from me, and I want to apologize for that. I had no right to bring that upon you… I know your love and devotion to your goddess, and if you'd give up your life for her forgiveness then-”
It was Gale's turn to ask them to stop, one hand found Tav's and they immediately went quiet, his eyes silently asking to let him speak. The nicely prepared speech in his brain discarded much like his negative emotions at the surprise of their unexpected apology, also giving him the strength to speak what he truly felt.
“No, no Tav. I want to apologize.”
His voice was soft as the only other thing that could be heard was the cackling of the flames in front of them, brown eyes lowering as his hand gave their reassuring squeeze. He carefully considered his next words.
“I... should have thought more thoroughly about my situation. I wanted to make my sacrifice more meaningful than I could ever hope my influence on this world would leave. I thought that I'd be paying back on my mistakes, but I did not stop to think what those nearest me would feel.” He then let himself gaze upwards at Tav's nervous expression and gave a small apologetic smile.
“You are also dear to my heart, when I said you were not Mystra I did not want to alienate or insult you. I was also confused, these last few days I pondered and ran through my words over and over until I realized their meaning, something I had already known but refused to think through.”
“You're not Her, and I would never want you to be. A goddess doesn't have your kindness, your endearing curiosity for the things around you, your wits, and your willingness to humor a babbling old fool like me. For me, you're brilliant, and I don't think you would send me to such a cruel conundrum as she has.”
His eyes squint slightly, getting closer to them.
“You truly care for me. Now be it as companions or something more, you never had the divine expectations on me that I have been thrusted upon my whole life. You see me for who I truly am.”
He gulps slightly. “Now, I would also come to understand that due to my past actions, I should not dare to wish for more than what I've seen growing between us. Hopefully, I am not wrong, but I cannot help but try and hope. Please, tell me-”
His words were cut short in surprise, this time by Tav's lips as they leaned in and pressed themselves to him. His hands automatically wrapped around them as he immediately kissed them back. Days of pinning and frustration unraveling within them within the intimate affection. Tav smiled to themselves through the kiss, relieved to know Gale saw them the same way they did. That their essence, their flaws, and their strengths, were brilliant in their eyes. Because they were themselves.
~~~
“Nine Hells.”
The pale elf scoffed, kicking the pebbles in front of him.
Unbeknownst to Gale and Tav, a certain tadpole group (and guests) were watching the whole ordeal.
Astarion cursed under his breath as he slipped a few gold coins into Withers' skeletal hands. The god smiled quietly as he walked back to his usual corner. Wyll chuckled, reminding him why it was not a good idea to make bets with the god of fate. Karlach smiled at the couple as Shadowheart -while more preoccupied with the stew that is most likely burning due to its respective chef being busy- felt relieved at the ending of the insufferable dramatics that she had been dealing with (mainly on Tav's end) for the last few days.
“Seems like we have to wait a while.”
She clicks her tongue as she looks up at the sky, making sure no one will notice her awe at the stars. Dinner or not, at the very least, she and the rest could enjoy the fresh mountain air for one last night tonight before the morning lights bring in tomorrow's journey.
~End~
In which the author got tired of Gale trying to have incredibly important conversations at the most awful moments. 💀
And thus here is the last part of this small saga! This is the first fully finished chapter fic I've ever done, apart from my small drabbles. I wanna thank everyone who has liked and followed my work, you guys gave me the motivation to finish!
I am currently finishing my first run of the game and I have Thoughts. So if you're interested, please stick around to see what I write next. I hope you guys liked this!
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hi! i love fftsr and i really enjoy the dynamics between everyone and their personas so i wanted to ask how you decided to characterise the personas/their dynamics and if you had envisioned how the other thieves interact with their personas as well?
sorry if this question is weird 😭 keep up the good work!!
interesting question...
(uhhh I didn't think this would happen with this question but SPOILERS FOR UP TO CHAPTER 46 OF FFTSR)
To be honest, the ony dynamic that I put a real degree of thought into is the Akechi & Robin & Loki dynamic- I wanted neither persona to be entirely good or rational, or one side representative of 'being evil' or whatever. Akechi's problem, is that his thoughts, feelings, and ideas so often contradict eachother, and he is entirely unable to reconcile that. So even when Robin and Loki do agree, Akechi is more likely to ignore them than take thier advice.
Of course, just because I didn't put too much thought into it doesn't mean I'm pulling all the other dynamics out of my ass lmao:
Sumire takes second place for "Persona who talks the most"- Ella, for the most part, is a supportive force that also isn't afraid to call Sumire on her bullshit. Whether or not Sumi listens is another matter entirely. This sort of stems from how Sumire's third awakening is her final resolve to stand on her own, to reject Maruki's reality despite all it could give her, to be unapolagetically Sumire for the rest of her life- So her persona is a force to remind her of that vow, when she starts slipping into her anxieties and her tendency for avoidance.
Haru doesn't get a lot of POV scenes, but her awakening was very fun for me to write. Since I've taken Haru in a direction that is distinctly angry, I wanted Milady's words to reflect that anger at her circumstances, and the need to break from it.
Ren doesn't chat with Arsene often enough for me to remember much of what he says HAHA- he doesn't have the same influence on Ren's character the same way that Akechi and Sumire's persona's do. When he does talk, however, it's usually to quip or be a smartass- a trait which I've quietly yoinked from how people tend to characterise Arsene/Shadow Ren- as, simply, the essence of Joker.
And, now that Ren has also resolved the whole Crow situation, his dynamic with Metatron is pretty much that Metatron is a forceful reminder of the kind of thinking that got Ren to make poor descisions in the first place. Metatron often speaks up any time that Ren tries to justify taking Maruki's deal, spoken with all the snark and fury of the real Akechi.
Most of the PT haven't had POV scenes, but Futaba and Makoto certainly have!
For Futaba, any time Necronomicon speaks up is usually when Futaba is trying to avoid something. Stemming from her awakening, Futaba's vow to never allow lies to decieve her again is reflected in her persona, and especially when she tries to decieve herself.
For Makoto- I actually can't remember if Johanna has spoken in a previous chapter, or if she's going to speak in an upcoming one, but Johanna's shtick also stems from Makoto's awakening. Makoto's vow was to not be trampled by authority, to ensure that she can be herself even in a society that aims to push her in a box. Johanna will speak up if Makoto is becoming complacent, if she tries to take the easy way out.
Uhh that's pretty much it! For the other PT's personas, I would similarly draw from their awakenings to decide what I would want them to say. For the most part, though, everyone's personas start getting chatty when their wielders aren't being true to themselves.
FUCK I FORGOt about Maruki. HAHA I wrote Azathoth as being a cryptic peice of shit, mostly. That kind of 'cult leader talk' is the kind of shit he pulls in canon, and I saw no reason to change that.
Shadow Maruki, on the other hand, is a more true reflection of the man himself- an echo of who he was in the original timeline. Shadows and personas are two sides of the same coin, but how they present themselves does vary. They're archetypes, rather than a 1:1 of their wielder's personality.
aaand that's all I got! ty for the ask! <3 <3 <3
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