#i was supposed to adopt one last year but it fell through at the last moment and it broke my heart

[loveswrites]

Poly cullen angst to fluff? Pls and thank you🤭

Rainy Road Poly Cullens x Reader

Time it took me: 4 hours ( btw loves I acc finished it in the same day just now)

Word count: 2143

To anon: I'm sure I met your angst but I don't think I met much else *wink* There will be a part two if you guys want I'm sure you will <3

Love <3

“Stop.” Edward said, watching you plainly.

Currently you were practically skipping on and off the border line of the werewolves territory and the Cullens territory. Edwards' tone kinda upset you. You were only trying to lighten the mood because ever since you got into the car his energy was just off. Seth had called you saying he wanted to hang out so you asked Edward to drive you because bella being the blood daughter got the car and you got a maybe next year. Downsides of being adopted. 

You were standing at the border because the rest of your mates wanted to talk to you before you went to hang out with Seth. They liked Seth so you didn’t understand why they just couldn’t wait to talk to you later.

But they said they couldn’t wait that long. You thought about it and the only times they've acted like this is when they're about to surprise you with something. Or if they feel like they hadn’t been treated fairly as in quality time. And last you check you’ve spent equal time with them all separately and together. So it wasn’t that so it had to be a surprise right?

“Are you in one of your emo moods right now?” You asked genuinely curious. That seemed to only upset him more because he didn’t talk the whole time until the rest of your mates arrived. 

It didn’t take them as long as you thought that it would. You thought they were gonna drive in their cars like Edward did but they didn’t. They walked or ran or whatever. Edward made you get back into the car while you were waiting because it started raining. Of course It was still raining when they arrived, it's Forks after all. But that didn’t stop you from smiling and getting out of the car when you saw the rest of your loves. Hopefully you could sneak some more insight on why Edward was in a pissy mood.

The closer they got to the car the more you practically bounced with excitement. You had missed them even though you saw them only two days ago. Too long according to the beat in your heart. As you tapped your feet in the rain puddles you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a squeal of excitement. Running up to the closest person you could reach. That being Jasper, you jumped in his arms. The sound of the car door opening and closing fell numb to your ears. And sadly so did the sound of the car driving away.

The sound of thunder rang through your ears making you jump, scaring you a little. But something you noticed didn’t happen was the feeling of that fear going away immediately. It stayed. Jasper always felt like home but something was wrong. Something was different.

“You didn’t wrap your arms around me?” You said furrowing your eyebrows. Looking at Jasper you watched as the rain melted his hair against his face. His beautiful wet curls dripped with the wetness of rain. You would eat him right here right now if he wasn’t being so strange right now.

He didn’t answer, he just stepped back away from you. You shifted your eyes behind him to look at the rest of your mates. Rose was clinging onto Emmett’s arm next to Rose was Carlisle and Esme then there was Edward. 

“Wasn’t Alice just here? Wait a minute, where's the car?” You asked, looking around in confusion. When you turned around there was no car, just an empty wet road. Something was totally wrong.

“What’s going on?” You questioned. It took a while for anyone to say a thing. Just when you were about to repeat yourself Carlisle spoke up. 

“We need to talk.” He said.

“Well I knew that much dummy, But why couldn’t we just talk later? It’s raining and I’m supposed to be hanging out with Seth.” You said with a soft smile trying to ease your nerves. You don’t remember the last time you did this by yourself all on your own. Jasper would always be there to ease your feelings or stress. Even though you would say no he’d never listen. He would always catch a rise in your stress before you did and calm you down. 

“We're leaving.” Carlisle said. You noticed that his hair took a little longer to melt against his face unlike Jasper. 

“Ooo okay where are we going this time, tokyo? I’ve always wanted to-” You said getting excited again but you were quickly cut off by Esme.

“Without you.” She said looking at you for a little then she turned her head away. Her statement made the smile drop from your face as quickly as it came.

“What? What do you mean? How long are you going to be gone?” You questioned with your eyes shifting in between your six mates. This felt all so sudden, what happened in those two days you weren’t together?

“Forever. There’s nothing here for us in Forks anymore.” Emmet said breaking your heart with every single word. 

“But I’m here..” You said as your voice cracked mid sentence. You could feel the knot in your stomach get tight and tighter. You didn’t know how to handle this. So you did the only thing you know how to do. You turned to Jasper.

“Jasper s-stop it! Tell me this is all just a big cruel joke and you're not leaving, You're not leaving me.” You practically begged. Walking towards him you moved your hands up to touch him but he brushed you off. He pushed your hands away so swiftly and he stared you in your eyes. They were cold. No emotion was found. You tried your best to find something, anything. But there was nothing found.

“I don’t love you, I never did. I ask that you please refrain from touching me.” Jasper said sternly. Your heart dropped lower and lower with every word that fell from his mouth.

“Stop lying! I know for a fact that you're all in love with me. So much that your cold dead hearts beat for me!” You yelled out as you wiped the rain and tears from your eyes.

“We have no reason to lie. It wouldn’t bring any gain on our end to lie.” Edward said plainly as if this was all a fact.

“You were just a family pet. Why would we ever associate ourselves with a useless human as yourself? You can’t even control your own emotions. You forget to even feed yourself. What simple creature does that? You struggle to speak simple words, you can’t comprehend anything. And you cling onto us like we're a free ticket out of here. We’ve never loved you. We’ve never even wanted you.” Rosailse said, making the first tear drop down your cheek. You bit your bottom lip hard in attempts to prevent yourself from full on crying.

“Rose and I just thought why not join in on the family fun for once? We always kept to ourselves and now I understand why, you weren’t much fun to play with in the first place. We're done.” Emmett said and before you could say another thing they were gone. 

“W-wait!” You coughed out as a steady stream of tears ran down your face mixing with the rain. 

“I will say you spiced up me and Carlisle’s marriage a little bit. But you were never enough. Seeing how young you are, you should’ve known that you were never going to be more than just a temporary toy for us.”  Esme said, grabbing Carlisle's hand. Your eyes couldn’t help but shift down to her action. The simple action of touch pained your heart so much you couldn’t stop the sound of your cry coming out your mouth. 

“Forget about us. Move on. It will be best for you if you did so. You meant nothing to us. I’m sorry I let it go on this long.” Carlisle said, gripping onto Esme's hands. And just when you took a step towards them they were gone. 

“No no no-” You were cut off by a gasp of your own. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It hurt. It hurt so bad. You felt like your soul had been shattered into a thousand grains of sand that would never be made into a beautiful beach again. You felt like you’ve just turned into a dry desert. 

“It hurts Jasper, it hurts.” You cried out. You were sure your eyes were bloodshot red right now. The mix of tears and rain was not a good combination.

“You should have never gotten attached. It took everything in me not to just drain you dry of your blood but I couldn’t. So I chose the next best thing. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if I had just killed you when we met.” Jasper said with his thick southern accent. Normally you would jump with joy or giggle when he talked to you but you felt worse than hurt right now. You didn’t think this could get any worse. But as he took one more look at you he frowned like you were just the most dissecting thing he's ever seen. 

“Pathetic.” And then he was gone. 

You turned to Edward and walked up to him. And in the few steps it took to get to him you felt the anger flood through your veins.

“Is this why you were acting like such a bitch? You knew?! Why didn’t you tell me? Why couldn’t you give me just that one effort of decency!? Why don’t you love me?!” You yelled at him as a strike of lightning struck you couldn’t even find yourself to get scared.

“You wouldn’t stop prying, why wouldn’t I give in and have a little fun? I told you I was a monster. You insisted on otherwise why wouldn’t I tell you a lesson? It seems that was the only way you could learn.” He said slowly tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“Hopefully you’ve learned your lesson to not trust a vampire especially when they warn you that they are soulless.” And then he too was gone.

Staring in the spot they all stood previously you felt your breathing pick up. You couldn’t help yourself but to cry harder. The pain in your heart was something you knew would never go away. No one ever forgets their first love and somehow they all were your first. Though you were crying, all you felt was numbness. The freezing rain was nothing compared to what you were feeling inside. You dropped down and laid on the hard tar road. The sound of the rain pounding against the ground was a constant reminder of what just happened. 

You used to love rain. Now you think you hate it. It’s supposed to wash away all the bad and replace it with all the good it could possibly give. But what good could possibly come out of this? You don’t know how long you laid there all you knew was when you opened your eyes there Seth was. What was he doing here? Your vision was cloudy and everything sounded muffled. You were moving? Wait what was going on? You turned your head and squinted when you were faced by blue and red lights. 

You tried moving your arm and doing so you let out a scream of pain. What the hell happened? What happened? Oh my god! You thought. Wait, were these your thoughts? What's going on?

“What happened?!” Charlie yelled out rushing to Seth.

“W-we need a doctor, a hospital! She got hit by a car it- the car it crashed into a tree. I don't think the people in it are okay, I think she- they-.” Seth was cut off by Sam’s voice. Seth was panicking but he knew he had to come here first Sam said so.

“We found her! She was in the woods.” Sam said, walking up to Charlie.

“Is she okay?! Where is Carlisle? I need to call him.” Charlie said. He was overwhelmed and didn’t know who needed his attention more.

“Didn’t you hear? The Cullens, they're gone.” Billy said, rolling up to see what was happening.

“Call the police.” Charlie said.

“You’re the Sheriff sir. Please hurry up, she needs a doctor!” Seth said trying not to freak out but Charlie was doing the same except he was in shock.

“I- Put her in my car. I’ll take her.” He commanded. Seth followed his instructions.

The rain still fell and that was all you knew. The one thing that came to your head and the only thing that came to you was. 

What good would this bring?

#twilight #oneshots #cullen romance #reader insert #the volturi #cullen poly #x reader #loveswrites #edward cullen x reader #esme cullen x reader #carlisle x reader #carlisle x esme #rosalie cullen xreader #rosalie x emmett #emmett x reader #jasper hale x y/n #jasper cullen #jasper x reader #poly twilight #poly twilight x reader

[works-of-fanfiction]

What is it about Weddings? || Lando Norris x Reader 

Summary: Lando and the reader attend a wedding together, and find out a lot more about their friendship than they expected.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Swearing (once)

a/n: this is unintentionally long, and I probably could’ve cut some of it out but here we are. here’s some fluffy friends to lovers (kind of, it’s implied) with everyone’s fave mcclaren driver.

“And I’m supposed to what? Pretend to be your girlfriend for the day?” You asked, laughter beneath your voice as you released your wet hair from the towel. Lando’s pixelated head nodded on the other end of the video call and you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “I agreed to this as your friend. How am I supposed to convince your family otherwise?” “Please, Y/N. They’ve already started asking questions and I - “ “You’re too scared to dodge them? Correct them? Tell them the truth?” You brushed through your hair, wincing at the knots in the ends. “I’m sorry. I know you’re mad at me - “ “I’m not mad at you, Lando.” You interrupted him again, causing him to roll his eyes which luckily went unnoticed by you whilst you leaned down to plug the hairdryer in. “I’m just feeling a little unprepared.” “All we have to do is maybe hold hands, agree on a story of how we started dating, and dance together a couple times. Do you think you can do that?” He asked, adopting his famous puppy dog eyes that you fell for every time, that you’ve been falling for since you met him three years ago. You sighed, throwing your towel into the laundry basket then looking back at the phone. “Alright, seems easy enough.”  “Thank you! I owe you.” He clasped his hands together like a prayer, blowing you a kiss through the screen. “Oh, you absolutely do. Now go, I’ve got to dry my hair and make sure I’m ready in time!” “The wedding doesn’t start for another two hours.” “And the clock is ticking! See you later.” You smiled, not even giving him the chance to say goodbye before hanging up the phone.

Exactly two hours later you were sat in the middle of the venue waiting for the music to begin and the bride to enter. Enough of the small talk was already over, and you were finally able to let go of Lando’s slightly sweaty hand. You teased him for it, earning you an elbow in the ribs and another eyeroll. “It’s the middle of Summer, your hands aren’t exactly pleasant to hold either.” He whispered, causing you to snort with laughter then hold your breath to silence yourself. The wedding was like many others in your opinion. The vows were long, made even longer by the bride and groom choosing to personalise them, and it took a good twenty minutes for the room to fully empty out. By then, you were bursting for the toilet and hoping to make a beeline for the nearest one without being stopped by any of Lando’s family members. “Prosecco?” A waiter asked you, balancing a stacked tray in his hand. You grabbed a glass, nodding a thank you whilst speed-walking past everyone. You downed the drink and left the glass on a wall after struggling to find somewhere more suitable. Ducking into the first cubicle, you locked the door and took the opportunity to take a deep breath. Pretending to be Lando’s girlfriend wasn’t exactly difficult, but lying to his family was. You desperately wanted to impress them but were worried you’d slip up and say something wrong. You could tell how excited they were to meet you, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them. 

The main door flew open as you stood up to flush, pausing before you did as you heard voices outside. “He brought his new girlfriend, have you seen her?” A girl said, snickering as she spoke. “I saw them arrive together. I didn’t even know he was dating anyone.” You leaned closer to the door, trying to spy through the crack near the hinge but the most you could see was the back of a purple dress. “Well, she won’t last. We all know what happens when Lando and I bump into each other at events.” Her tone was suggestive, and the mention of Lando’s name made you stagger back, your heels scraping against the tiled floor. Subtle, you thought. You didn’t like the idea of somebody gossiping about Lando behind his back. It didn’t matter what they said about you, but you’d defend him in a heartbeat.  On that note, you flushed, smoothed out your dress and unlocked the door to step out of the cubicle. The two women turned to look at you, embarrassment laced on one of their faces. The other - purple dress - looked you up and down, nostrils flaring and lips curling into a disgusted frown. You opened your mouth to speak, but the two slipped right past you and left the room, slamming the door behind them. “Real mature.” You muttered to yourself before washing your hands and re-applying your lipstick. You were surprised to come across someone so childish considering the environment you were in. But, after all, what’s a wedding without someone trying to cause drama? “There you are! I thought you’d ditched me.” Lando called over as you went back outside, the sunlight hitting you directly in the eyes. You reached into your bag and grabbed your sunglasses, sliding them on to match your friend. “I think I may have just made an enemy.” You shrugged, linking arms with him as you both made your way to the large white tent at the bottom of the garden. “An enemy?” “A girl in the bathroom was talking about us. Blonde, purple dress, garish yellow bag. She’s over there.” You lowered your voice, gesturing towards a group of people to your left. “Oh… We used to go out when I was like, seventeen. Clearly she is still that age in her head.” “You’re telling me! You should’ve seen the way she looked at me. I’ve seen people have better reactions to piles of cow shit!” The both of you laughed together, huddling over as to not attract anyone’s attention. “She seems to think she could still have you given the chance.” “Not anymore.” Lando shook his head, his distaste for the girl evident on his face. Despite not being able to see his eyes, you knew him well enough to tell how he was feeling just by the scrunch of his nose and downturned lips. The two of you were soon ushered inside the tent and to your table. You were seated with Lando’s parents which wasn’t so bad. You imagined Lando had already given them a story of how you met and convinced them you were a real couple, so you didn’t have to prepare for any more questions. “They sent a menu out a couple of weeks ago. I chose for you, I hope you don’t mind.” Lando said, smiling. He reached over and laid his hand on top of yours in your lap, his thumb stroking the back of your fingers. His touch wasn’t unfamiliar, and you knew he was just trying to play the part in front of his family, but you liked the feeling of his hand on yours for those few seconds. You almost forgot you were pretending and felt a slight pang of disappointment when he pulled away to adjust the napkin on his lap. You linked your own hands together, patiently waiting for the first course to be served.  

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“Well, that was…” 

“Dissatisfying? Disappointing? Gross?”  

“I was going to say posh.” You laughed, Lando fake gagging beside you. You slapped his chest to shut him up, almost knocking the wind out of him. “It wasn’t the worst food I’ve ever eaten.” 

“Come on Y/N, you and I both know we’d have enjoyed a Domino’s more than that.”  

“What? More than a tiny piece of lamb in some funky sauce? Obviously.”  

“The dessert was the worst part. What’s wrong with a simple sponge cake? Why does it always have to be some fancy ‘berry compote’?” Lando adopted a stereotypical posh accent, sticking his nose in the air and waving his finger around. It always surprised you how little he enjoyed luxury things, considering how he was raised and the career he’s in. When you met him, you expected him to be more of a snob. 

You hushed him, grabbing his hand and holding it by your side. The two of you couldn’t hold in your laughter and curled over like a pair of giddy children, tears brimming in your eyes. Why do the giggles come at the worst of times?  

“What are you two laughing at?” Lando’s father asked, crossing the grass to meet you. You stood up straight to greet him, little bursts of laughter still coming out.  

“Oh nothing.” Lando sighed, wiping his eyes.  

“Y/N. they’re gathering all of the ladies near the pond for the bouquet toss. Would you like to join them?” Adam asked, stepping aside for you. You sensed it was more of a rhetorical question, and reluctantly set off towards the pond to join the group of women you didn’t know. Ironically, the girl in purple caught the flowers which made you laugh to yourself. You felt sorry for the poor soul that would eventually marry her. You clapped and cheered with everyone else, making a point to flash her the most sickly, fake smile you could muster. Her eyes flickered back to you a few times whilst she tried to concentrate on her conversation with the bride. The last time she looked, you’d already walked off to find Lando again.  

“What if she comes back up here with that bouquet? You do know what it means…” 

“Come on, Dad.” Lando snickered. You got the feeling this wasn’t a conversation to disturb, so you stood back behind a flowerbed to listen in. The bigger part of you knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but you wanted to leave Lando to this one. You’d done enough storytelling for one afternoon. 

An older lady approached the two of them, and you recognised her as one of Lando’s aunts. She hugged her nephew, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Where’s that lovely girl of yours, Lando?” She asked.  

“I’m sure she’s on her way back.” There was a pause, and the sound of feet shuffling, until he spoke again, “So, you like her then?”  

“Of course! What’s not to like? She seems really nice from what I’ve seen. How did the two of you meet again?” 

Oh, this should be good, you thought. You hadn’t heard Lando’s version of events and how you came to be his ‘girlfriend’, but you trusted he’d made up a good tale. You crouched, resting your right hip and leg on the flowerbed to duck down a little lower.  

“It was at a party.” You could hear the smile on Lando’s face and you were impressed with how well he was playing along. “You know when you spot someone across a room and just, know? She was stood near the wall beside this extravagant fish tank with glowing blue lights, and they were reflecting off of the silver top she was wearing. I watched her for a few minutes before mustering up the courage to talk to her. We spoke about everything from racing, to our favourite movies, to our least favourite childhood games. I hung on every word she said.” As he spoke, the realisation hit you – he wasn’t telling a made-up story. He was telling the true story of how you met, and you remembered every conversation from that night.  

“Are you joking? Splat was the best playground game!” You laughed, polishing off the remainder of your drink and setting the glass down on the nearest table. 

“Agree to disagree! Bulldogs was far better.” He retorted, waving his beer bottle in your face. You slipped it out of his hand and took a swig, the liquid warm and flat. 

“Ugh, you need a new drink. And get me one whilst you’re at it.” You fluttered your eyelashes at him, pushing your glass into his hand. He shook his head, a smile stuck to his face as he gave into you. Little did you know, he’d have done anything you asked him that night, and he probably still would. 

“She was dating someone at the time so I spent six months getting to know her as a friend. I was the one she came to when it went South, and I wanted nothing more than to comfort her, but I didn’t want to cross a line. It was kind of good for me though, as I was able to spend more time with her and get to know her better.” Lando’s aunt cooed at his words, which simultaneously made you blush. Everything he was saying was right, and you wondered whether he was just moulding it to sound romantic, or if there could be some truth in his feelings. 

You stood up from the flowerbed and rounded the corner, re-joining the three of them. “Y/N, we were just talking about you.” Adam smiled, turning to Lando and raising his brows. “All good things, don’t worry.” 

Lando smiled at you, cheeks a little flushed but you could easily put that down to the weather rather than his potential confession. Was he flirting with you that night? Had his ‘playful’ flirting over the past few years been more than just a joke? 

“Lando is very lucky to have you.” His aunt beamed, grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze. “Don’t let him go.” 

“I wasn’t planning on it.” You squeezed her hand back, then looked back over to Lando who was smiling at the ground. “Shall we get another drink?” You asked to break the silence. Everyone murmured in agreement and disbanded, leaving you and Lando behind. You started to walk in front of him, but his hand on your shoulder stopped you in your tracks. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

“You don’t need to thank me… I suppose it’s a shame they like me so much.” You joked, but the hint of sadness in your voice did not go unnoticed by Lando. He cocked his head to the side, studying your face for some kind of clue but came up with nothing. You linked arms with him again and pulled him back towards the tent, where the tables had now been moved to make way for a dance-floor.

You sat down and watched Lando interact with everyone. It was nice to see how well he got on with his family, and they were all eager to listen to his racing stories and find out what he’d been up to around the world. Unbeknownst to you, members of his family admired the smile on your face from across the room as your eyes followed Lando around. To the ordinary person, you looked exactly like a woman in love. Lando turned and caught your eye, smiling and holding his hand up to wave at you. It didn’t cross your mind that anyone would be witnessing your interaction, so you didn’t realise the wedding photographer was nearby snapping pictures of you and the smile you were aiming in your friend’s direction. 

Soon after, the string lights around the tent came on and the music was turned up, the dance floor flooded with people busting their tipsy moves. You dragged Lando through the crowd and into the best space you could find. “You know I’m a horrible dancer!” He yelled over the music as you lifted his arm and spun underneath it, trying to get him to join in. 

“Nobody is looking at us! Come on, loosen up.” You spun again then pulled him closer to you, swaying your bodies to the sound of the cheesy song. Who doesn’t love ABBA at a wedding? 

“What have I done to deserve this torture?” He fake-whined, his hands falling to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and were nudged even closer to him when someone spun and bumped into you. 

“Sorry, uh - “ 

“No, stay close.” He said quietly, hands sliding from your waist to the bottom of your back. He held you steady, the song changing to a slower melody. Couples around you came together to do their best slow dance, and the rest retreated to their tables. 

“This is the part where the singles leave the floor.” You said plainly with no real intention to stop dancing. 

“Then we better stay put, hadn’t we?” He smiled, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “I forgot to tell you how pretty you look today.” 

“Lando Norris, how much prosecco have you had?” 

“Enough to start handing out compliments, clearly.” 

You laughed softly, your cheeks burning from a mixture of the alcohol consumption throughout the day, and Lando’s sweet words. Taking somewhat of a risk, you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes for a moment, letting him guide you across the floor. “You know, I think we pulled it off today.” He said, his voice low in your ear. You hummed in agreement before lifting your head up and looking at him. He was smiling, the type of smile that reached his eyes and made his cheeks look full. It was infectious, and your own face felt sore from smiling straight back. 

“I think you’re mostly responsible for that.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I heard your little story earlier when you were talking to your dad and aunt. For a moment there, even I was convinced.” You knew you were taunting him, but you had to hear what he was going to say. 

“You heard that?” 

“Every word. It was pretty believable.” 

“Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie, was it?” 

“You tell me.” You raised your brows at Lando, catching him off guard. His furrowed in return as he gave you a weird look. 

“You remember that night as much I do.” 

“Yes, but not from your point of view.” You leaned forward and rested your chin on his shoulder then whispered, “if it makes you feel any better, I had a crush on you too.” 

“Bullshit! You were dating somebody else.” Landon grabbed your arms and held you in front of him, his face ridden with shock. 

“Hey! A girl is allowed to admire the view! I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” 

“So you admit, you were checking me out?” He said cockily, kissing his teeth. You poked him on the chest playfully and he did it right back, leaving a red finger-shaped mark on your collarbone. 

“Says you! No guy remembers what a girl was wearing when they met.” 

“Your top was silver with holographic straps  and your skirt was black. You complained about your tights falling down all night and eventually took them off in the bathroom… Do I get a point for passing your quiz?” 

“I don’t remember asking.” 

A silence washed over you, and you realised you were now the only two dancing as everyone else had disappeared to have cake and more drinks. Even the bride and groom were nowhere to be seen. You strolled back to your table, Lando’s hand finding yours. You stopped but didn’t sit down. “Is it just the alcohol talking, or is there something going on here?” You blurted, interlacing your fingers with his tighter. “You have to give me a clue because I can’t tell.” 

“I was hoping you were going to answer that.” 

“Christ! We’re just as bad as each other.” You covered your face with your spare hand, shaking your head. “I don’t know if I want to hit you or kiss you.” 

“Slow down! How about you do neither, and we get out of here instead?” 

“Lando! How is that any slower?!” You whisper-yelled, your lips fighting to curl into a smile.  

“I don’t mean that!” He laughed, watching you sigh with relief. “Why don’t we go grab that pizza instead? Then we can dry out a bit and see what sober Y/N and Lando think of this sudden revelation?” 

“You’ve got a deal.” You grinned, grabbing your bag and slipping it onto your shoulder. You didn’t let go of his hand as nerves and excitement bubbled through you. You’d just agreed to an impromptu first date with your best friend, and had no idea what it meant. “What is it about weddings, huh?” 

#f1 fics #f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #f1 oneshot

[kredena-dark]

I got ispired by @sleepis4theweak and her OC Waffles and the fact that he is sand turtle plushie of her's and loking at the fact and that I do have one too, I made an OC too <3 So, say hello to My Boi~

(Little thing about the design, His mask teils act like animal ears and he always has eye bags)

Sandstorm/Sandy/Sandwich

Sandstorm is a Marginated Tortoise He mostly reacts to "Sandy" but he's trying to learn that his name is now "Sandwich" (Name given by Milkshake) He/Him / They/Them (Sand doesn't really even know what's the difference, but if you want to call him, he will just mostly react to his name) He does't really know how to talk, he can understand some human words but he mostly comunicates through actions, facial expresions and of course he's fluent in Tutle sounds! So the rest of our dear babys can comunicate with him this way (Ashame that everyone who is not a turtle, will think that they all are possesed when they would talk with Sandy..) Sandwich eats mostly fruits and vegetables, he doesn't like to try new things, he thinks they are dengerous, especly when they don't smell good! He will never eat any meat. Loud noises makes Sandy scared and angry so he doesn't like being near the rest on the Turtles when they are loud. He preferes people that are calm most of the times (I think he would like Waffles the most :3) So if you want to celebrate something with someone, he wouldn't be the best person to chosee- but if you need some comfort he will not bite you if you will want to hug him :3 (But maybe don't touch him if he can't see you-)

If someone has any questions about My Boi, feel free to ask :3! Your questions will help me develope this Boi ;3

Little back story of his early years

(His story will develop over time, and new information will apear at the bottom of this post, new info will have a Blue ✩ and a date at the front!)

At first he was suppose to be a normal Pet for sale on the Black Market, but by the power of coincident, it all was happening during the time when The Boiz meet Draxum and let the Ooze Quito's loose, which got to the Black Market and mutated Sandwich in to the Boi that you see today!

After his mutation Sandy didn't knew what was going on, in one moment he was small, in someones heands, hearing many loud and scary noises, and in another moment he got big, he fell on the groud, the noises got even louder then before. What was he suppose to do? he didn't even knew how to move in this strange body that he was in now! These strange, for him, Creatures that where near him started to tie him up, and put him in a cage.. but this time a bigger one...

After some time in a cage, he finally figured out how to move, and then he found a perfetc moment to run for his freedom! Away from the loud sounds! Away from these Creatures that did him only harm! To the forest of Staten Island. There he did.. What he has been doing his whole life, eat, sleep, watch the nature around him, just.. being a normal animal, like in the old days.. right..? Of course, he wasn't a normal Tortoise now.. so he had to.. change some things.. for example the time when he slept, Marginated Tortoises are diurnal animals, but looking at the point that he was big now, he couldn't hide eazly in the day like he did before! So now he started sleeping in the day (In borrows made by himself, undergroud) and looking for any food that he could find in the night. The fact that he was doing something, that his body was not build to (I mean sleeping in the day), he was mostly tired at nights, but atleast his black scales helped him blend with the night. But.. this freedom coldn't last long for a Mutant...

After some months of this "perfect life" The Foot found information about a weird creature lurking in under the night sky of Staten Island, and looking at the fact that they were looking for a weapon at the time.. they sended some people to check the place and OH BOI WHAT DID THEY FOUND a half feral turtle?? Of course they adopted him (well at first they forced him to go with them ot their base and stuff-), after some time, and patience from the The Foot, Sandy grew up to be a good warrior. He grew really close to the Lieutenant, whom was teaching besicly everyting that Sandwich knows! Sandy sees him as a perental figure, he even calling him "Pa" (as papa) a few times!

#MyArt #MyOC #TMNT #RotTMNT #Rise of the TMNT #TMNT OC #RotTMNT OC #TMNT Foodie AU #RotTMNT Sandy #Sandy Sandwich #Sandy Ask

[maximons]

Good Boy

Summary: Y/n and Wanda’s relationship was pretty much nonexistent after their break up, or at least it would be if they didn’t share custody of their dog, Fido. 

Word Count: 3,256

Genre: Angst w/ a happy ending

Requested?: No

Warnings: Injury of an animal, Mentions of emotional cheating, Mentions of sex

A/N: To the five people that missed me, I’m baccck! I wanted to write at least one more Wanda fic before she breaks our hearts again this week. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Your break up with Wanda was...messy to say the least. You weren’t oblivious to the problems you two had, you kinda saw the breakup coming, but still. 

Between you being ‘the most stubborn person in the galaxy’ Wanda’s words which happened to cause multiple bad decisions that led to fights, and Wanda having this “connection” with the resident robot of the Avengers, it was only a matter of time.

After one two many screaming matches that lasted till 2 am, you two called it quits. 

Fast forward a few months, and now Wanda was together with the toaster, while you swore off commitment for the foreseeable future and opted to bring home any girl that you could. Neither one of you was happy with the other’s next step, but of course neither one of you said anything.

In fact, the only reason you two still interacted at all was because you were teammates that lived in the same compound. Sometimes it was inevitable for the greater good to be civil, but beyond that, you had no reason to talk.

...Well, there was one other reason. Your dog, Fido.

Look, Wanda was a sucker for cliches, and there was a time where you couldn’t imagine saying no to her, so of course the dog’s name was Fido.

You and Wanda decided to adopt a puppy about a year into your relationship. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Considering the life as an Avenger wasn’t ideal for parenting children, you both figured a dog would be a good substitute, for that time being anyway.

Truth be told, you didn’t think it’d be a complicated issue when you broke up. You just assumed you’d keep Fido. Wanda wanted a fresh new start with Vision, right? Why would she want to take the dog you shared into that?

Well, Wanda just about slapped you when you said that. She loved that dog just as much as you did.

So somehow, without actually having children, you have an custody arrangement going on.

You get Fido Monday evening through Thursday afternoon, and Wanda got him Thursday evening to the next Monday afternoon.

It was awkward as hell for the first few weeks, but by now, you just considered it part of your routine. You and Wanda simply exchanged polite smiles, told each other anything the other might need to know, and went about your day after dropping him off. Simple as that.

Well, of course nothing’s simple in your life for too long.

One Monday, you had the pleasure of waking up to loud banging at your door.

You shot awake and sat up quickly at the loud noise. Taking a second to rub your eyes and adjust to the reality around you apparently wasn’t allowed as the banging started up again.

“Hold on!” You shouted back at the source as you scrambled and practically fell out of bed. Three more bangs commenced before you got to your door and yanked it open. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the woman who’s fist was paused in mid air. “Jesus, what the hell?”

“I should be saying that.” Your ex responded simply. It was only then that you noticed the leash in her hand, Fido attached. “You were supposed to pick him up hours ago.”

“What, can’t handle some extra time with him? Aren’t you a loving mother.” You said sarcastically as you took the leash from her hand. “I don’t pick him up till noon anyway.”

“It’s 3, Y/n.” Wanda deadpanned. You raised your brows at the information.

“Oh, shit for real?”

“Yes. Maybe you’d be up at a decent hour if you weren’t coming back home at 5 am.”

“Aww, are you paying attention to me again?” You couldn’t help the teasing smile that spread across your face. Wanda simply rolled her eyes.

“Kind of hard not to when you almost trip the alarm system.”

“I thought your boyfriend’s name was Vision.” You teased again, and that was enough for Wanda to no longer want to be in your presence. 

“You’re an asshole.” She shot at you before storming off. “Don’t forget his vet appointment on Wednesday!” She shouted over her shoulder as she was halfway down the hall.

“Fido’s or Vision’s?” You shouted back. She didn’t respond verbally, but knew she heard you when she threw you the finger. You chuckled as she turned down the hall and out of sight.

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You hadn’t seen Wanda since then, and your week with Fido had been going as normal. Outside of the vet appointment, that seemed to go pretty well, everything was business as usual.

So you were extremely confused when the familiar banging returned on Thursday morning.

“What the fuck?” You whispered to yourself as you walked to your door to yank it open yet again. “You know other people live here, right?”

The rhetorical question was ignored as Wanda got right to the point of what was pissing her off. “You slept with the vet!?”

To say you were taken aback would be an understatement. Outside of the obvious embarrassment of her airing out your business in the hallway, you were confused. You and Wanda haven’t talked at all about your sex life, and seeing as she had a boyfriend now, you didn’t know why she cared. 

You blinked a few times, trying to gather your thoughts, but that was too long for Wanda’s liking. “Well!?”

You jumped back at her sudden shout. “Shit, calm down, just come in.” You rushed her in your room before she yelled anything else out. She, surprisingly, didn’t put up a fight and entered. You closed the door behind her. “What are you yelling about?”

“Sorry, did I not ask you loudly enough the first time?” Wanda crossed her arms, looking at you for an explanation.

“Yeah, no, you definitely did. Just don’t know why.”

“It’s a conflict of interest.”

“What interests are being conflicted here?”

“The interests of our chil-” Wanda coughed to cover up her mistake, but you caught it. “For Fido.”

“Uh huh.” You raised a brow, unimpressed.

“Look, I know you can’t keep it in your pants, but stick to the sluts you pick up at the bar. Not the vet.”

Your eyes widened at what she said. Now you were pissed right along with her.

“Okay, first off, the vet’s a dude. If you paid any fucking attention to anything outside of the brave little toaster, you’d know that. I slept with the receptionist.”

“I don’t-”

“Second off.” You cut her off. “You have no right commenting on my sex life or who I decide to spend my time with. Last I checked, we’re broken up. And I seem to remember you wasting no time jumping right into the arms of Robo-boy.”

“Oh, get over it already, Y/n!” Wanda’s voice rose at this point, this was not how she was seeing this conversation going. If you can call her going up to your room seeing literal red a ‘conversation’.

“There is no way in hell I’m ever going to get over that!” You shouted out, which shut Wanda up. You’ve yelled before, but every word that you just shouted out was laced with...something she hasn’t seen from you in a while. Genuine emotion.

Before you knew it, or could stop yourself, you continued. “You just went right to him. After months and months of you trying to convince me I was crazy for seeing what I saw.” You softened your voice at this point, but Wanda was still listening with rapt attention. “I mean, you convinced me to trust you time and again, but the second you got the chance, guess who you ran straight to? Honestly, It’s hard to believe something wasn’t going on beforehand.”

“Y/n, nothing happened between Vision and I before we broke up.” Wanda said sincerely.

“Even if it wasn’t physical, emotional cheating is still a thing.” Wanda paused at that. “I don’t think you can deny that one.”

“I...I don’t-”

“Yeah.” You said simply before quickly regaining your composure. Wanda watched as you quickly rebuilt all the walls you temporarily brought down. You started busying yourself getting Fido’s thing’s together, just so you didn’t have to look at her anymore. “So, yeah, forgive me for just wanting to find temporary company every once in a while. If I wanna fuck the receptionist, I’m gonna fuck the receptionist.”

“Ugh, you’re disgusting.” Wanda rolled her eyes in disgust, hoping to disguise the hurt beneath the surface.

“Yeah, I’m a lot of things.” You clipped the leash onto Fido before holding it out. “Since you’re here anyway, you can take him.”

Wanda sighed. “Fine.”

“Yeah, see you Monday.” You closed the door the second she left, almost hitting her ass in doing so, but you didn’t care. You were too busy trying to breathe.

You didn’t know that Wanda was on the other side of the door trying to do the same.

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Two days had passed since then, and you felt a little better. You couldn’t deny it felt good letting out something that had bothered you so deeply, but you couldn’t help but wonder how things would be like with Wanda now. You haven’t talked since that day, so things were going per usual as of now, but come Monday, you’d be facing the music.

It was the middle of the night on Saturday when your phone rang. You were halfway passed out, so you were a little annoyed at the interruption, but reached out for the device regardless. Your brows furrowed when Wanda’s contact name appeared on screen. You figured she butt dialed you, but you hit answer anyway.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” Came the worried reply. Okay, definitely not a butt dial. “Sorry for calling you so late, but I think something’s wrong with Fido.”

That woke you up. You opened your eyes and sat up. “What do you mean, what happened?”

“I don’t know, he was perfectly fine one minute, and then I turn around for two seconds and hear a thud. He’s laying on the ground and is whimpering, but I don’t think he can move.”

“Have you tried picking him up?”

“He won’t let me near him without growling.” You could hear Wanda’s panic grow with each word.

“Okay, okay, don’t touch him but don’t take your eyes off him. I’ll be there in a second.” You prepared yourself to use your powers to teleport to where she is, but her voice cuts you off.

“Wait, wait! I’m in my old room... not Vision’s.”

That gave you pause. You knew Wanda moved into her boyfriend's room about a month ago, that’s where you dropped Fido off the last few weeks. “Wha-”

“Don’t ask right now, just get here.” You would’ve asked anyway under normal circumstances, but you agreed now wasn’t the time. You focused your thoughts on what you remembered Wanda’s room to look like, and in the blink of an eye you were there.

Wanda sat at the edge of her bed while looking at Fido, who laid only a few inches away. You tried to make your way to him, but as Wanda had said, he growled when you got too close. You spotted some crashed knick knacks strewn about, along with a half crashed down shelf, and could put two and two together.

“I think he might’ve crashed into your shelf and it collapsed on him. From what I can tell, his leg is broken, but we gotta get him to someone that actually knows what they’re talking about.” You pulled out your phone. “There’s probably some 24 hour animal hospitals by here, lemme look.”

“How are we going get him there? He won’t let either of us near.”

You thought for a second while you continued your search. “I don’t think I can teleport us there without risking further damage, but your magic is precise enough that you can pick him up to get him to a car.”

That caught Wanda’s attention, her eyes snapping to you. “Wha-, you don’t think I’ll screw anything up? Hurt him more?”

You finally looked up from your phone, eyes locking with Wanda’s at her statement. You shook your head gently. “No, of course not. I know you aren’t the biggest fan of your powers sometimes, but I know you and you can be delicate when you want to be. There’s no doubt you can get him there.” You looked back down at your phone, missing the small smile on Wanda’s face.

She never stopped believing in me.

Her thoughts were interrupted when you let out a happy shout. “Got one! Only five miles out, we can get there in like 15 minutes. We’ll take Nat’s car.”

Wanda gave you a look. “You know she hates it when you take her car.”

“Yeah, but when she finds out it was for Fido, she’ll live. She’s like an uncle to him.” You said with a small smirk. Wanda knew you were using the opportunity to drive Nat’s car, but decided not to comment. “Okay, you’re up.” You said, telling her to pick up Fido.

She takes a breath before putting her hands out. Red magic surrounded him, and after a second he was gently lifted a few feet off the ground. Fido looked calm, head still curled up resting in his lap.

“Told ya.” You whispered with a smile. You and Wanda’s eyes locked, and a moment passed between you, before you got back to the task at hand. “Alright, let’s go.” You opened the door, letting a floating Fido and Wanda go first.

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The two of you sat in silence in the hospital waiting room, patiently waiting for any news on Fido. You had to guess it’s only been about ten minutes or so, but the awkward silence paired with the otherwise empty waiting room, it felt like hours.

“It’s my fault.” If it weren’t for the dead silence, you wouldn’t have heard the whispered words from the woman next to you. 

“No, don’t beat yourself up. It won’t do any of us any good.” You started, trying to comfort her the best way you knew how given your tentative relationship. “It could’ve happened to anyone, the important thing is you made sure we got him where he needed to be.”

Wanda spared you a quick glance and nodded, seemingly accepting what you were saying. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Yeah.” You acknowledged. A few more moments of silence passed, before you decided to break the tension again. “You’ve never been the best with tools anyway, what were you doing trying to build furniture?”

Your teasing tone was more lighthearted than the teasing Wanda was used to from you in recent months, and she couldn’t help but smile slightly at it. She nudge you with her knee in response. “Shut up.” She said with a laugh, causing you to chuckle with her.

The two of you fell into silence again. This time, Wanda broke it with a sigh. “I didn’t just mean Fido getting hurt was my fault though.” You looked over to Wanda, but didn’t say a word, letting her continue. “Everything that happened with us...that was all me. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

I guess we’re doing this now. You thought. A conversation about your last blow up was bound to happen at some point. You didn’t expect her to take this much responsibility though. You tried to find the words to say. “I...”

“Vision and I broke up.” She declared suddenly, throwing you into more shock than you already were.

“Oh.” Was all you can think of to say to that. You cant pretend you were sad about it, but you weren’t about to rub Wanda’s heartbreak in her face. You’re not that cruel.

“I never...” Wanda braced herself with a sigh before continuing. “I honestly never felt for him what I felt...feel for you.”

You took a minute to gather your thoughts before finally responding. “I don’t...so why did you leave him for me essentially?”

“Vis and I talked about that. I didn’t understand the draw I had to him, because o be honest, my relationship with him just never felt right. I only ever felt drawn to him when I was near him, but when I was away from him, all I ever thought about was you. He told me he felt similar- not the thinking about you part, but you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, he’s not exactly my type.” You whispered out jokingly, and Wanda couldn’t help but chuckle.

“We think it had to do with both of our connection to the mind stone.” Wanda sighed sadly again, thinking about how everything unraveled. “I know nothing I say will ever excuse this...I made a terrible call, and I don’t think I can apologize enough for lying and hurting you the way I have. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I know it’s insanely selfish of me to ask for another chance, but...I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.” She finished, and you didn’t know what to think. It makes sense in theory, and Wanda seemed genuine, but how are you ever supposed to trust her again?

“Okay...” You started. “But the mind stone is still in Vision’s head and still the source of your powers, that isn’t changing, so how do I know you won’t run off with him again?”

“Our connection isn’t romantic, we unfortunately had to take the hard road to figure that out, but I know that for sure. I can’t blame you for not trusting it though, but if you let me, I’m willing to try to prove to you how much I still love you, Y/n...you and only you.” Wanda took a chance and reached her hand to cover yours. You didn’t pull away.

“I-”

“Fido Maximoff?” You were cut off by the vet’s voice entering the room, you both looked up and stood, almost breathing a sigh of relief when Fido was pushed out in a small cart. “He’s gonna be okay. He suffered a fracture on his right front leg, but it’s not serious enough to require surgery. He’ll have to remain in the splint for a few weeks with little mobility, but he’ll be back to normal in no time.”

You both couldn’t help but smile at the news. “Thank you so much, doctor.” You thanked. He nodded with a smile and left.

After taking a few moments to greet Fido, who thankfully was no longer hostile to the two of you, you looked back at each other. “Look, I...” You started, taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts. “I never stopped loving you too, but I can’t just jump right back into the way things were.”

Wanda nodded sadly. “I understand.”

“But...” You continued. “I wouldn’t be opposed to taking it slow?” You asked shyly. Wanda looked back up at you and smiled. “I think Fido should stay in my room tonight, probably with both of his parents there.”

Wanda tilted her head in confusion, but a smile still on her face. “What happened to taking it slow?”

“Mind out of the gutter Maximoff, I just meant sleep.” You laughed as you pushed the cart outside to the car.

It would take a while, but you were sure you were making the right choice. There wasn’t anyone else for you than Wanda.

And in a weird twisted way, you couldn’t help but thank Fido for bringing her back to you.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[baby-girl-e]

The best of my heart

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Characters - Rooster x f!Reader, Iceman x Maverick

Summary - You’re the daughter of Tom ‘iceman’ Kazansky and are in need of some comfort at your fathers funeral. That comfort comes in the form of one Bradley Bradshaw.

Word Count - 2.5k

Warnings - Funeral, Grief, Lost love, lots of tears but still fluffy enough

A/N - This comes at the request of @datingbtr Hopefully I did it justice! Also I may do a part two to this one as well because I literally wrote this in the span of like two hours. The words were just falling onto the page!

Your father was an incredible man. He was literally the commander of the entire U.S pacific fleet. He could fly any plane and get himself out of any situation. When you found out he had cancer the first time you figured it was a passing thing. A silly thing like cancer couldn’t defeat him. He was too strong. And you were right, for a while he was okay. He was in commission and doing great. Until he wasn’t. When he went downhill it was fast, and ugly. He was in constant pain and couldn’t even tell his family he loved them because it hurt too much. His death came quick but cut like a knife to the gut. What were you supposed to do when the best man you’ve ever met took the best of your heart with him? What did that leave you? The actual burial service went by fairly fast for you, taking in bits and pieces of what was happening. It wasn’t until they handed your mom a folded flag that you came back to reality. It was over, your father was gone. All you had now was a folded flag, and your memories of him. 

Then when Maverick approached the casket, you thought you could feel his fist in your chest as he slammed it down. It made you realize just how much he was probably suffering right now. Probably just as much as you and your family. Your father would never admit it, but you felt like you were his favorite. He always confided in you, and you with him. Some years back he told you that he had a ‘fling’ with his former Top Gun graduate and then rival. He told you that he had loved Maverick but ultimately neither could advance in their careers (or even remain in the military at the time) and still have the relationship they both wanted. So your father moved on, found your mom, and carried on in his life. He and Maverick remained friends and he was like another father to you. You didn’t exactly know how the last few moments between the former lovers went, but your father had typed out to you ‘tell him, I still love him.’ You were sure your mother knew about his history with Maverick, but this was something he had only shown you. He still harbored feelings for this man, and he ultimately took it to his grave. 

It seemed like it was genetic to fall for Maverick or one of his family members because you yourself had a ‘fling’ with one Bradley Bradshaw, the all but adopted son of Maverick. You had grown up together, Maverick taking over after Bradley’s mom died and brought him around often. You briefly wondered if he knew about Maverick and your dad, but by the time you found out Bradley had removed himself from the family. In an attempt to cut Maverick out, he cut you and your father out as well. Granted your dad was still his boss so professionally speaking they were still on speaking terms. It wasn’t until after Bradley had made it through flight school that you had rekindled your friendship and eventually fell into bed together. It was messy and inconsistent, but you knew that the minute Bradley was around everything would be okay. Even for just a few fleeting moments. He was here today, looking like a dream in his Navy uniform, just a row behind you. You had acknowledged him with a nod and carried out your plans to look presentable on the outside. You figured you were doing great, making it through the fly by and the flag folding but you spoke too soon. The guns rang out the last shot and you instantly fell to your knees. It felt like they had shot you in the heart and you could no longer hold yourself up. You sobbed loud, feeling like your world had crashed and burned. Your knees had barely hit the ground before you felt two arms around you, holding you tight. You looked up expecting to see your mom, or even Maverick holding you but it was Rooster who’s eyes locked onto yours. He looked at you like you strung the stars in the sky, mixed with a little pain.

 You looked at him for one last second before you couldn’t help but bury your face in his neck. He was like your anchor keeping you from getting washed away in your grief. “He’s gone Bradley, he’s gone forever.” You felt him shudder, trying and failing to keep his sobs inside. “I know baby, I know. It hurts like hell, but you can do this. You can make it through.” How can he be so hopeful, so encouraging, when both of his parents were dead. “How roost? How can I even take another step without him.” You were whispering, not wanting to be heard, but you didn’t think it mattered given that the service had paused at your breakdown. “You hold onto me. I won’t let you fall, I’m going to be here with you every step of the way, okay?” You nod and let him pull you up. Looking around you could see a near hundred eyes looking at you. You start to panic again when Bradley pulls you closer and grabs your chin gently with his gloved hand. “Just look at me okay? It’s just you and me.” You nod again and let him pull you into his side, his strong arm holding you close. He nods at whoever was in the middle of speaking to continue and you stay that way until the service ends. You forget how many people come by to give their condolences but Bradley stays right there holding you until it’s time to leave for the luncheon that was supposed to happen after. He held your hand the entire drive, the limo full of your family quiet. 

Finally you made it to your childhood home and felt like you could finally breathe. You had immediately led Bradley to your fathers office, insisting that nobody wait for you to start. With the door locked you felt a weight lift off your shoulders and like a magnet you found yourself attached to Bradley once more. “Y/N, is there anything you need?” Need? You needed your dad. You needed your life back. But you’d settle for something else. “Kiss me Bradley.” He seemed a little surprised at your request and it showed on his face. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take adva-“ you didn’t want to let him finish that sentence so you stopped him with a finger to his lips. “Kiss me now Bradley. Please.” He didn’t need to be told twice, locking your lips with his. It was the first time in the last week or so that you actually felt human. You felt like maybe there was a way out of this dark pit. You kissed him back with enthusiasm that you didn’t even know you were capable of right then. His hands held your back and yours threaded themselves through the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Eventually you pulled away, lips salty from either his or your tears you weren’t sure. You sighed and smiled at him. “Yeah, we were always good at that huh?” He laughed a soft laugh and nodded his agreement. “Yeah we figured that out pretty quick.” You shook your head at him, this man had captured your soul. “Hey Bradley? Do you think you could do me one more favor?” His eyes lit up with excitement at being of service to you. “Anything.” You figured he might want to take that back after what you’re planning on asking him. “Will you go get Mav? I need to tell him something.” His face fell, not wanting to speak with him anymore than he had to. “Him? Why would you want to talk to him?” You sigh, he really was clueless wasn’t he. “Bradley, I’m going to tell you something but it cannot leave this room. Understood?” He nods with military precision. He was built for keeping secrets. As long as they weren’t being kept from you. “Back in the day my dad and Maverick were lovers.” His eyes grew wide. “No fucking way. Are you serious?” You nod and carry on your story. “I don’t think I need to tell you why it ended, the military wasn’t going to allow them to keep their jobs and each other, let alone all of my dad's promotions. So they broke up and stayed friends. However, before my dad died he asked me to tell Mav that he still loved him. I need you to go get him for me so I can do this right, and not get pulled away by someone.” You try to gauge his reaction but he just seems shocked. “Yeah, I mean of course, um this is just a lot to take in. How long have you known?” The poor boy was short circuiting. “Ever since you stopped talking to Mav.” That seemed to throw him for another loop. “And Mav? Do you know how he feels?” You can’t help but laugh at him, “No Bradley but that's the chat I’m trying to have? If you’ll maybe go get him?” That seems to right his brain and he nods, giving you one last kiss before walking out the door. 

Minutes go by and you soon hear a knock at the door that turns out to be Maverick. “Hey mav.” He crosses the room to embrace you. He hugs you tight and you suddenly understand why your dad loved him so much. He felt like safety in a continually unsafe world. “You doing okay hun?” Of course he’s thinking of you. The man he once loved, or still did, just died and he’s making sure everyone else is good. “I’m okay mav, I just need to talk to you about something.” You make a gesture for him to sit on the couch and sit down next to him yourself. “I’m just going to come out and say it, no sense in delaying the inevitable. I know about your relationship with my father. He told me years ago.” He looked just about as shocked as bradley. “He told you? What did he say?” There it was. He was so totally still in love with him. “He said that you loved each other but because of your jobs and dreams you couldn’t make it work. And that was that for a while, but what I wanted to talk to you about was something he said a few weeks ago.” His eyes perked up at that, “What did he say?” you sighed and took his hand. You were grateful for this moment you had. You were going to be able to deliver good news that should help him heal and get some closure. And so, with tears in your eyes that had seeped into your voice, you tell him. “He told me to tell you he still loved you. Mav, he loved you until the day he died.” The tears he was keeping at bay were flowing freely then, spilling onto the fabric of his nice uniform. “He loved me Y/N? He really loved me?” You nod, tears of your own falling as well. You couldn’t help but hug this poor man. He had to live a life without his soulmate all because of the world's fear of what they couldn’t understand. These two incredible men loved each other so much but had to give each other up because of their service to their country. How could that ever seem fair? 

The two of you sit and hold each other for some time before you remember the other crucial part of what your father had told you. “I have something for you Mav. Well, dad had something for you.” He looks hopeful, glad to have something from him to hold on to. You get up and go to his desk, unlocking a specific drawer with a key you knew the hiding place for. This was the drawer only the two of you knew about, though back in the day it was the spot you hid candy from your mom. You reach in and pull out the small black box he had told you to give him in case he died before he could see Maverick. You hold the box out for him to take and he picks it up like it's the most precious thing in the world. “He wanted me to give you this. Said that he bought it for you back when you were together, just never had the balls to give it to you.” Maverick carefully opened the small box to reveal a gold ring with wings on either side. His breath caught in his throat as he picked it up to reveal the engraving inside that said ‘My forever wingman’. “Y/N, thank you. I- I don't know what to say.” you smile at him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re welcome. I’m just sorry things had to be this way. You two deserved to have your happy ending.” He slides the ring onto his left ring finger and holds it up to admire it. “I think we got the best we could hun. Ice and I would’ve never worked in this lifetime. But the next?” He lets out a shaky breath, like he can just imagine it. “You just watch out. Me and him are going to shake the earth. And goose will be right there with us, making us laugh.” 

You’ve heard stories about goose. About how he could make someone laugh in an instant, no matter the situation. It seems as though that quality was passed down to his son. “Is Bradley still out there?” you wondered where he had run off to. “He’s just outside the door I think. Said he didn’t want to leave you, but this was something we needed to do alone. Now that I think of it, does he know?” You try to keep the guilty look off your face but obviously fail because he’s laughing at you. “I should’ve known, you two could never keep anything from each other.” He wasn’t wrong, as kids you were constantly gossiping with each other. It got so bad at one point Maverick and Carole couldn’t talk about Mavs work in front of Bradley because ice would be calling to ask what the fuck he was thinking by dinner the next day. “Yeah, I just love that boy too much.” his smile grows at that, obviously understanding all too well how easy it was to love the Bradshaw’s. “Do me a favor Y/N? Tell him. Don’t wait. For me and Ice’s sake, go have what we never could. Your happy ending.” He was right, you were lucky enough to not have to sacrifice anything for your love. “Send him in and I will.” and oh boy did you.

#rooster x reader #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #Maverick #top gun #top gun 1986 #icemav #iceman x maverick #iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #pete mitchell #reader

[another-clive-blog]

clive au idea: he hits his head really hard at the casino (when he gets punched by bostro), and he gets some kind of amnesia. when he wakes up, from what he can gather from the others on who they think he is, he starts to genuinely believe he is future luke.

Angst angst angst- Alright I was excited about this one so I tried to make both fanarts and fanfiction hehe. Both are under the cut !! ('Do you like the color of the sky ?' Type of post ndjvdhcd probably SO LONG)

A fair warning tho, I drew on paper and photos destroyed my colors. I'll wait for nice natural sunlight next time...

Alright SO the fun thing is that I've actually done the part we were talking about lol, so without any further ado :

Soooo yeah. Next Google search : How do I tell my kind but sometimes provocative apprentice that he's actually the villain we were looking for.....

And would you look at that !! The fanfiction takes place right after that last picture <3

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"Professor ? What is wrong ?" Big Luke asked, confusion written all over his face. Not concern. Never concern.

Layton should have known.

"You have to tell him, Hershel," Dimitri simply said, another nail in the coffin. He was right, of course, but that didn't make things any easier.

"Professor ?" Little Luke asked, his eyes worryingly going back and forth between the two men.

Well, it was too late to turn back anyway.

Big Luke must have felt it too, because he tried to back away at the last possible second. "Wait, wait, wait-"

A sharp inhale. Composure. And onward we go. "You are not actually Luke Triton."

"I'm not ?!" The actual Luke Triton yelled in anguish.

Layton kept his eyes on the silent young man who was now looking at him with an intense something that he couldn't quite describe. "Your name is Clive Dove. Your parents died in a tragic accident 10 years ago. They were collateral victims of a failed experiment ran by Dimitri's colleagues."

Big Luke whipped around, glaring daggers at Dimitri, and for a brief second Hershel thought that his memory had come back all at once.

It had not. "Tell him he's wrong !!" Big Luke commanded with a sheer anger that only seemed to incriminate him more.

Dimitri shook his head, the same tired sadness he did everything with heavy in his eyes. "He is telling the truth. You told me yourself, because unlike me you were there that day."

"No !" Big Luke insisted before the Professor cut him off.

"Clive, you then got adopted by a nice lady called Constance Dove. She-"

"Stop it !!" Big Luke yelled. Had they lost their minds ?? He would remember if his parents were killed. He wouldn't just forget the last memories he had of them ! No, no, no- Brenda and Clark were alive and well, little Luke had told him that. The professor and that Dimitri guy were just- just making up lies, testing him ! The Professor had been suspicious of his sudden memory loss, and Dimitri was a liar through and through.

They were lying, and he knew exactly how to prove it.

"If I'm not Luke Triton, then what am I doing here ?" He asked, because well- why would he be a part of Dimitri's vicious plan when the guy supposedly murdered his supposed family ? Why would he introduce himself as a Future Luke trying to stop Professor Layton, thing that he had apparently done ? And had he just conveniently ran into the Professor and stayed by his side by sheer luck ?

He crossed his arms smugly. All of these theories fell apart the second he was thought not to be Luke Triton. Checkmate, Professor. You won't fool your apprentice this time.

Layton looked him dead in the eyes. "You are the mastermind behind this whole thing."

...Hu ? Well it was a good question, but he wouldn't exactly call himself a mastermind-

"What do you mean, Hershel ?" Dimitri's voice cut through the silence, and for once he sounded alarmed : Big Luke somehow knew that it was strange to hear so many emotions at once from him.

"We have known for some time that someone else was manipulating Dimitri," Layton admitted, "but we couldn't quite find who. I am afraid we may never get confirmation with your unfortunate situation, but I do believe you were behind all of this, Clive."

"Stop calling me that," he snapped, "and stop telling such stupid theories !"

"You kidnapped those scientists and you told them to work on these weapons-"

"Weapons ?! Is that true, Clive ? This was never a part of our plan, we-"

"But I'm not sure what the final product is supposed to be. It must be something rather enormous, a new kind of weapon or a fortress-"

"Enough !!" Big Luke screamed. "Aren't you done already ?! I thought you were a brilliant man, but you're as pathetic as the rest of them !!"

A gasp. Little Luke took a step back, then another. He looked- he seemed betrayed, and disheartened, and he quickly ran to the professor's side.

Big Luke remained silent- almost. He suddenly was made aware that he was panting, his whole body uncontrollably shaking. He ran a hand down his cheek and surely enough, it was wet.

Most likely sweat than tears.

He looked around. The professor and Luke were finally silent, eyeing him like he was a predator about to strike. Dimitri had gone quiet too, but more in disbelief than anything. It was finally quiet, and yet there was a buzzing in his mind that was deafening, like something was going to snap soon and go off.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Luke Triton- Clive Dove.

Nothing. Not a single memory in sight. His parents, whoever they were, were gone from his mind- possibly gone forever.

The buzzing had stopped by now, but the anguish had not.

#Hope this was okay ! #I had fun with this #Thank you so much !! #clive dove #hershel layton #Not tagging the others because not present enough #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #my art #my writing #Ask #Good au #Very good AU idea actually

[cuffmeinblack]

Hey fam <3 How are your feelings towards Ominis and/or Amit and/or Leander? :3 I know I am being greedy so please pick whichever one you'd like 🤭🌷

Hi hi 🧀 my dear sorry for taking so long to answer. Mmmmm I think ima pick Omi for this!

How I feel about this character

Omi was the first HL character I really fell for and the first I wrote for. I suppose I can thank him for really cementing my interest in fanfic when I went on a mad binge in Spring last year writing a tonne of requests. I knew from the word Gaunt that I'd love his story and was so surprised and happy to see a representation of a Slytherin who abhors the dark arts and wants to do better than his family's reputation, shunning their legacy. There's so much to explore when writing his character and I'd really love to do something with his Aunt Noctua one day (either an AU or childhood fic). And he is of course one half of my OTP 🖤

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Mostly Garreth of course! I never really intended to fall for Garrinis as much as I did. I just had an idea of 'I wonder what would happen if Garreth helped Ominis in potions...' and it went from there. I said this in my answer for Garreth but I love the Slytherin x Gryffindor / sunshine x grumpy dynamic. Gar gives him the uncomplicated love Omi deserves and has never had, and a family who basically adopt him.

I did also begin writing a Sebinis fic ages ago which was (I think) beautiful in many ways, though for various reasons I dont really write Seb anymore. But I love soft Sebinis.

Also open to Andrew x Omi and Leander x Omi (thanks to @ellivenollivander and @pandanscafanfiction respectively).

Oddly enough I don't have an OC I ship with Omi (yet).

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Ngl I love writing Omi and Seb bickering like an old married couple 🤣 if they're not romantically involved they're still absolute besties and inseparable despite their past. Bonded through trauma and all that.

I've not explored it myself but Anne absolutely deserves a mention. They were obviously very close. Would love fic recs for a platonic Omi and Anne relationship.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Ehhhh I'm sure there's lots. The fandom is very divided on his...sexual preferences. I see Ominis mostly as a soft dom because I think after being controlled by his family for so long he would crave the ability to control the intimacy until he trusted his partner unequivocally. There's also the aspect of his blindness; unexpected sensations might be overwhelming for him.

Also food?? I absolutely agree this boy cannot handle spice however I think he has a refined palate. Despite his family being broke af I hc at that point the Gaunts were deeply in debt and had started selling their heirlooms to keep up appearances, to keep being able to afford the finer things in life as a matter of pride. They'd also still be invited to high society balls and banquets and the like so could expect a lot of fine cuisine with French influences.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I've have loved to explore his experiences and relationships with his family more. The hint at Gaunt manor as a potential location in game is such a tease. He deserved his own questline separate from Sebastian, and to be reunited with a healed Anne.

#ask game #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanons

[animalsandmagic]

Celebrating Easter My Way

Easter long ago stopped being about the usual things and took on a new meaning to me. What I used to look forward to most on Easter was the big chocolate bunny I always used to get. Once I couldn't have that anymore, I didn't feel much like celebrating until I began to think differently. I couldn't have chocolate bunnies anymore, but I still had my real one. Ever since then I had been celebrating having a real bunny every year, but for the last two years I haven't had a rabbit to celebrate with so instead it has become a day of remembrance to me until the day I once again have a rabbit in my life.

So, today I remember and celebrate the fact that all these special bunnies were a part of my life.

My First Rabbit Friendly

Friendly, was a Dutch rabbit that was given to me the summer after 2nd grade as a reward for making my first communion as having both selective mutism and social phobia made it really hard for me to do this. The day I got her I immediately named her Friendly as I had decided that she was going to be my best friend and she proved to be this.

Though our first day was not our best as we didn't yet have rabbit supplies and I had to hold her until my parents came back from the pet store which was more than my new pet's bladder could handle so while even back then I understood she didn't have a choice just as I didn't have a choice but to continue holding her, it was not our best moment together even if it was a memorable one.

My first rabbit lived up to her name every day. She was always there to help me get through the anxiety filled school mornings and never failed to make me feel better after coming home from every stressful day of school, which for me was every day I went to school.

My most memorable moment with Friendly was back in 7th grade when I had to be picked up from school by my sister as I had ended up in the nurse's office after my anxiety got out of control the day I was supposed to join the bowling team at school. I had a friend that said she would join with me, but then ditched me so I ended up waiting for her not knowing she changed her mind and panicked when it was time for the bus to come. I never even made it into the classroom and unfortunately my mom had gone to the bowling alley expecting to see my first day of bowling so I had to talk to my sister on the phone for the first time ever. Luckily, I had a great rabbit to come home to. Friendly was forever patient and always willing to stay with me as long as it took for me to feel better. She loved being petted so this day, she got more of it than ever before.

The most unusual things about Friendly were that she wouldn't eat fresh vegetables and I taught her to play dead.

The summer after that moment in 7th grade was our last one together. I made some mistakes not realizing just how easily rabbits can get sick. I have never let myself forget it was my fault she died and always use that memory to make sure I do better with each rabbit.

When the next year started I had begun life with my next rabbit.

My Second Rabbit Oreo

Oreo was a Dutch mix according to the shelter, though to me she appeared to be a purebred. She was my first rescue pet and I admit to falling in love with her the moment she snorted at my sister. Oreo was named at the shelter. Back when I adopted her she had on ear that made it look as if she was part lop eared rabbit as it was bent down, but we found out later she simply had an ear infection. She hated the ear drops, but I think she knew they were helping her as it wasn't long before she had two standing ears.

Oreo was like Friendly and had some unique traits. Oreo proved to be even better with my anxiety then my first rabbit had been as she had this calming presence about her. I fell asleep more than once with her around. We actually started a routine that involved napping together in the afternoon which included my old Toy Poodle and my Chihuahua once Taco became part of my life.

Oreo also enjoyed car rides. She loved going anywhere she could with me. I ended up taking her some places no rabbit had gone before such as, to my Grandmother's house, a car ride to drop a friend's mom off at work, to the barn to be photographed by my equestrian team for our yearly calendar, and she went with me when we had my senior portrait taken. She was one adventurous rabbit. This rabbit would jump into the car herself and was almost dog-like in her enthusiasm and curiosity about where we were going.

When we were outside together the one day, there was an incident that led her to hate squirrels. She was sitting under the big tree in our backyard, just relaxing when two squirrels ran down the tree and ran right over her. Ever since that day if she saw a squirrel she would chase it as far away as she could. Squirrels thought twice about coming down that tree whenever they saw her after that point.

Oreo, like Friendly was a bit short lived. I had let my sister's kids play with her, not knowing they were sick at the time. If I had known I never would have let them anywhere near my rabbit. Unfortunately, to make things worse we had recently had to put Oreo on an all hay diet for her to lose weight and I didn't catch on until it was too late that she was losing too much weight too fast. I always wonder if I could have saved her if I had caught on faster.

Avery & Oreo 2

Avery & the second Oreo were both bunnies I met at PetSmart's adoption days event. Avery was a Dutch mix and Oreo was a Dutch. I had really wanted a pair of bunnies and thought these could be my first pair. Unfortunately, though I followed all the directions for bonding male bunnies these two just couldn't get along and I couldn't choose between them for anything as they were both great rabbits so I ended up not keeping them.

Chibi & Kojikaki

Chibi and Kojikaki were adopted from a shelter in Pittsburgh. I did a lot of research after deciding I wanted to try out a different breed and chose Mini Rex rabbits. Originally, the shelter wasn't going to let me adopt as I live in a different state, but they were overrun with rabbits at the time and I wanted two of them so they decided to allow it.

Chibi, whose name means small, was named first. I wanted to name him after two of my favorite heroes; the dragon from the Dragon Drive manga and anime, and the wolf from the Okami Den video game. As Chibi's name was Japanese it only felt right to name Kojikaki this way as well. Kojikaki waited several weeks for her name as I wasn't sure what to call her. I eventually decided to name her in honor of my favorite book series, Warriors, so I named her as if I was the clan leader and she had earned her warrior name. I had decided to call her fawn which was kojika in Japanese, but nothing else sounded right until I tried heart which was ki. As ki also means spirit I thought it felt perfect as Kojikaki seemed to be a fairly gentle rabbit I decided her new name would be Kojikaki meaning Fawnheart. I later decided it meant Fawnspirit for reasons you will soon know.

Chibi and Kojikaki were a great pair. Chibi was always taking care of his sister as if he was her big brother rather than the same age. Kojikaki was a timid rabbit in the beginning, always relying on her brother for comfort. She often went so far as to demand it from him. She could be a little rough when she was asking him to groom her and she was known to take the hay from his mouth, deciding she had to have that piece when there was plenty of other pieces to choose from, but Chibi never complained. The only time I ever saw him be anything other than gentle with his sister was whenever he was around and she was being a bully to my Chihuahua who never actually did anything to her. He avoided rabbits as he was scared of them. I had hoped having two babies would help him with this, but this usually nervous rabbit enjoyed having something scared of her for a change and this proved to be a problem.

Kojikaki, after learning Taco was scared of her, took full advantage. If he was anywhere other than the couch, she chased him right back to it. She quickly proved to be the most challenging rabbit I ever had as she learned to scratch and bite when she didn't want to do something. Unfortunately, with Kojikaki she hated being touched and especially having her play time ended. I usually had to chase her all over the house and deal with her snorting all the way back to her cage every night. I would have loved to let them run loose all day and night but it wasn't possible. Kojikaki was a chewer and her brother was a constant pooper, I just couldn't leave them unsupervised for any length of time. Chibi did eventually sort of become litter box trained.

Chibi was an unusual rabbit when it came to bathroom habits. He knew to use the litter box, it just happens he would sit the wrong way in it and nothing actually made it into the box. I had to get a special litter box made for ferrets to solve this problem. Chibi was great after that though Kojikaki later gave me new challenges as after her brother died she decided she wanted the box in the middle of the cage and refused to use it in the corner. I don't know how she always unattached the box from the cage but every day I would find it in the middle of the cage. I eventually got a flatter box for her so she had maximum accessibility to everything once I gave in and allowed her to keep the box in the center of the cage.

Kojikaki also became more of a random groomer after Chibi died. We never really found out why, but he had a weak heart and when he got sick from an illness due to this he never fully recovered and unfortunately his wasn't something I could have done anything to prevent. I don't remember what the vet said he had exactly, but I do remember the feeling of being alone with Kojikaki for the first time. Anyway, after losing her brother Kojikaki wanted to groom anything she could get though she never became an over groomer of her own fur. The first sign was when she began grooming the Easter decorations. I had to take the wind up chick away from her because it was really dirty and I didn't want her to get sick. I never did find out if there was something that I could give her which would be safe not just for letting her groom, but if she chewed on it as well. Luckily, Merveille happened.

Merveille is my Toy Poodle. At first, Kojikaki thought she would scare away this new puppy just as she had Taco. Puppy Merveille just thought she was playing and Kojikaki didn't know what to do with him at first. After a while she began to develop a bit of a reluctant acceptance to this impossible puppy which turned into respect and eventually she started looking forward to when I let him visit her. She actually gave him her own version of a kiss after he came in to give her one and one day even asked him to groom her just as she used to ask her brother though Merveille didn't do this as he had no idea what she wanted him to do.

Unlike every other rabbit I ever had, Kojikaki was long lived. She was over 10 years old when she started showing signs of old age. She did mellow a bit when she got old, but she never fully lost her spirit. She developed an illness due to old age which went undiagnosed as she passed at the vets. Due to her age and the trouble she had breathing the vet wanted me to have her put down which I never had to do with a pet other than Taco before. Kojikaki was so much of a survivor and so independent that I didn't feel right choosing for her so I asked her what she wanted to do and that's when it happened. I don't know if it was just the timing or if she heard me, but whether good or bad she didn't make me have to choose the worst option. You would think with Kojikaki I would have been ready to let her go. She wasn't the best rabbit I ever had, she definitely wasn't the friendliest, but she was still mine and we had been together a long time so it was still hard for me to let her go.

Currently, I don't have a rabbit, but I am always keeping watch on the local shelters waiting for the day one feels right to me. Until then here are two honorable mention bunnies that I met.

The Brave One

This bunny was part of a wild litter I kept watch over after my Grandma accidentally dumped chemicals on them not knowing a wild rabbit decided to give birth in her carrot patch. I kept watch over them until their eyes were open and the first rabbit began exploring. After that I knew they were fine and never saw them again.

Rabbit for Adoption

This rabbit I met while I still had Kojikaki. He was available for adoption and I really wanted to, but I knew Kojikaki would never accept a new bunny at her age and remembered how hard it was to have two rabbits that didn't get along. I wish I could have adopted him, but I hope he found a great home.

That's all the rabbits I have known in my life and I can't wait to share my life with another in the future.

#bunnies #rabbit #rabbits #dutch rabbit #mini rex #my story #my rabbit #easter #remembering #animals #celebrating life #pets

[felixantares]

Snippet Sunday

This is by far one of the most ridiculous ideas I’ve ever had, but it was brought up again earlier today and I have no plans of finishing this one shot, so I’m dumping what I have and calling it a day lmao the premise was post-war drarry, draco gets a muggle job but the only place he can find that will hire him is this ridiculous cat cafe and harry is on a terrible date with a girl who wants to go in and see the cats. harry and draco meet again after 3 years and crack ensues

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The bell above the door jingled and the sound of obnoxious laughter faded as the last of the morning rush cleared out, leaving Draco alone behind the counter for the first time since eight that morning. He tidied up the visiting area, clearing empty cups and picking up discarded toys — was it really so hard to clean up after themselves — all the while dodging the cats that ran up meowing for attention, as if they didn’t spend all day being pet already.

Clean up done, his eyes drifted over to the clock on the wall and he nearly screamed when it only read half past eleven. The day would never end.

He poked his head into the kitchen where Beth was leaning against a freshly cleaned stainless steel counter, scrolling through her phone as the ovens whirled away, filling the air with the smell of sickly-sweet pastry.

“Can you watch the counter?” he asked. “I’m going out for a fag before I snap and stab the next person who laughs at the new uniform.”

She shrugged without looking up, which he took as an enthusiastic yes, so he grabbed his coat and hurried out the back door. He ripped the offending uniform from his head as soon as he was clear of the café.

Their manager had decided that the uniform needed an ‘upgrade’ (which Draco had learned usually meant making things worse) so now in addition to the pink and white lace apron, the uniform also included a pair of fuzzy white cat ears on a headband. He’d protested both heavily, but their manager was an unusually sadistic woman who clearly enjoyed his suffering and had only laughed at him.

“They’re supposed to be ridiculous. You sell sparkly cupcakes and pillows shaped like cats to people who only come in looking to pet the cats. These are cute and will bring in more customers!” she had said.

Yeah, more customers looking to snap photos and laugh at the grown man wearing cat ears, he thought.

The cold bit at his fingers as he fumbled for his lighter and he cursed as it fell out of his hands. He should’ve followed his mother’s example and moved somewhere warm, instead of refusing to leave London — only cowards ran, and he was done being a coward.

It was a stupid sentiment, in retrospect, but he’d said those words to his mother when she’d brought up the idea and now his pride refused to let him back down.

Pride that the fuzzy ears were quickly eroding.

The lighter was broken, he discovered. It refused to make so much as a spark, and he really did scream then, grinding the useless hunk of plastic under the heel of his boot. Five years without magic had seemed like a small price to pay for his crimes at the time, but when he couldn’t even light a fucking cigarette without fear of violating parole, he really questioned the fairness of it.

He stomped back inside, shoving the stupid ears back on his head. Beth didn’t bother looking up as she headed past him back into the sanctuary of the kitchen. He envied her job far from the public eye but his last attempt at baking told him he was far better off out front.

From behind him, a raspy mrow made him jump. Sitting on the counter was a massive orange and white cat.

He glared at it. “Marmaduke, you know you’re not supposed to be on the counter.”

The cat stared back at him, unmoving.

He sighed and resigned himself to the company. Any attempts to move the orange beast would be met with claws, as he’d learned his first week there. A year later and the infernal thing still hadn’t been adopted and was meaner than ever.

A glance at the clock told him it was only quarter to twelve. He slumped over the counter next to Marmaduke, face pressed to the cool wood as he contemplated just turning in his apron and walking out. A patch of something sticky glued to his skin to the counter and he grimaced but couldn’t muster the energy to move. He’d quit tomorrow, he told himself.

The bell above the door jingled and with great effort he peeled himself off the counter.

He couldn’t force any enthusiasm to his voice as he gave the café’s scripted greeting, “Hi, welcome to Feline Sweet where our treats are as sweet as the kittens. What can I get for you today?”

He kept his eyes on the till; the idea of eye contact was exhausting. The only things he was vaguely aware of were faded denim jeans, dark skin, and tattoo covered hands, but that was enough to make his heart rate pick up — definitely not their normal clientele but definitely his type. There was someone else just beside the mystery guy, in black tights and a pale pink dress that seemed much more in line with their regular crowd.

There was an extended pause and he thought maybe they needed a minute to study the menu.

“Malfoy?” the tattooed man choked out.

This wasn’t happening. He knew that voice; he’d heard it almost every day for 7 years — but he forced his eyes up anyway.

That’s not fair, was his first thought. Potter had gone and gotten hot. Long curls pulled back in a messy bun, day old stubble that somehow looked intentional rather than sloppy, and Draco thought he could see dark lines of ink curling up from under his shirt collar.

They were staring at each other and Draco realised what he must look like — dark circles under his eyes, coffee stains on his shirt sleeves, and ridiculous fuzzy ears — the bloody cat ears. Heat spread across his face. Harry fucking Potter was standing in front of him looking like he’d walked off the pages of GQ, and he was wearing cat ears and a pink apron.

It was probably a good thing he didn’t have his wand, he thought. He’d have apparated himself to the bottom of the channel and let himself drown.

#harry james potter #draco malfoy #cat cafe #snippet sundays #drarry #felix writes #unfinished one shots

[yeonsu-bh]

HELLO EVERYBODY, THIS IS sun COMING TO U LIVE FROM A WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A QUEUED POST FOR BEONHWA'S OPENING !!!

i am SOOO excited to see beonhwa finally open and can't wait to write with everyone here and see muse development! i am here to introduce my toll and veryyy internally conflicted and overwhelmed muse YI YEONSU the recently returned heir apparent of house gladiolus. i've editted this part like three times now - barely have any pages set up but pulled this plot page together last minute for something at the least!

bec i have nothing else to offer but extreme volume (LOUD) please feel free to take a dive into my best attempt at yeonsu's tldr bec i literally wrote an entire essay for my app and still feel sorry for that hhhh,, (to save u time if u read his app this is basically that cut in half so u can skip to the bottom OR vice versa if you didnt want to read his app bec it was so fking long u can read his intro!)

full disclosure! i may be slow to get back but if you'd like a plot below feel free to reply with which one specifically, or if you'd like to brainstorm/plot pls give this a like an i will meander my way into ur dms as soon as i can!

trigger warnings: kidnap, assumed death

heir apparent of house gladiolus

twenty-seven old man (weeping for older fcs)

was born to the yi family of gladiolus

as a young child growing up, yeonsu was very naturally talented at everything he learned and picked up from academics to physical training! he also had great relations with his parents and grandparents

wasn't exactly doted on but was regarded with as much respect as the growing heir apparent could get so that he would understand his role from a young age versus being treated as a usual child would be

at 12, yeonsu was kidnapped during a large town celebration hosted by the villagers after the house of gladiolus supported them against an issue with the nobility. it was clear that families of the nobility were behind the kidnapping however there wasn't any concrete evidence to pinpoint which families were responsible for hiring kidnappers

a ransom was demanded for yeonsu's life along with certain demands to accommodate the nobility. however, the yi family came to odds against each other between deciding how to save yeonsu and what was the right thing to do for the people as a whole

during this time, yeonsu was able to escape from his kidnappers after finding a moment of opportunity. he was chased to a town far from beonhwa where he found refuge within a poor town - collapsing in front of a small farmer family that took him in.

yeonsu's escape was kept secret from the yi family as the kidnappers continued to hunt him down. he was only able to survive after being hidden in a home full of sick villagers where he then fell ill with pneumonia from being exposed to the sick along with all the distress his body and mind were under.

eventually, the kidnappers stopped looking for yeonsu and it was reported to the yi family that yeonsu was killed due to their inability to pay the ransom or accommodate the nobles.

for his safety, his adoptive mother encouraged yeonsu to assume a new identity as one of their children until someone from his family came to retrieve him - unaware of his true background. from a poor farming family in a town barely able to sustain itself, there was no one that would be able to truly protect yeonsu or provide him safe passage back to beonhwa.

thus, yeonsu became chae dohwan. as the years passed by with no one from the yi family ever coming to search for yeonsu, he slowly let go of the hope that he would ever be found and truly began assimilating into his life as dohwan.

after 15 years, yeonsu was finally pulled back to his past and true identity when his true birth mother suddenly showed up after hearing about yeonsu through many attempts of contact from his adoptive mother.

with his true identity confirmed and restored, yeonsu was immediately whisked back to beonhwa to return to his rightful place as the heir apparent of the gladiolus house.

personality

yeonsu is going through A LOT of internal conflict and strife!! it's only been about three months since he's returned. short enough of a time to still feel out of place, but long enough to have a routine established.

kind of feels like impostor syndrome but? he's the real deal hello! how do you deal with that?! aka he's feeling suffocated on top of all the other negative feelings!

he's in an odd place of reassimilating into the lifestyle of those in beonhwa

for one, he misses his family dearly and is struggling with trying to reconnect with his original family after finding out the truth all these years that they had believed he was dead this entire time

from the fifteen years he's lived as a poor farmer, there are a lot of things about politics, luxury, power, and the people of beonhwa that yeonsu is having a hard time accepting with ease

but wait! underneath all the commotion dotion yeonsu is actually a heckin great guy! smart, strong, talented! and super control of his emotions actually which is why he hasn't lashed out or anything. he just needs to catch a break!

connections

people who knew yeonsu before he was kidnapped (so childhood friends?)

people who think that yeonsu is a fraud

someone that sees yeonsu as a threat

yeonsu is going through MAJOR emotional changes! he's processing and not really processing at the same time because he's just been thrown into responsibilities for his role rather than really be eased into them.

plots (copy pasted from the page above)

yeonsu heard muse talking shit and now he’s avoiding them. but the thing is, he doesn’t have context! muse isn’t a bad person! OR maybe yeonsu did have context and he honest to god just doesn’t want to get involved with whatever is happening !

a huge feast is being held at the house of gladiolus officially celebrating yeonsu’s return. it’s too much though and yeonsu wishes he was anywhere but there. while muse sneaks around the estate to secretly find a quite place, yeonsu follows to join them.

muse doesn’t know that know or realize that yeonsu is the newly returned heir apparent of the gladiolus house. they catch him on the street interacting with non-nobles and start treating him like one of them ! (could be a positive or negative interaction!)

[ claimed ] in a field near the outskirts of beonhwa, yeonsu has found a moment to escape. muse comes across yeonsu by chance - hidden by the thick grassy field, and lays down to join him.

#bhrp:intro #ooc ✶ #— i always tell myself to type less but it always turns into more #— is this considered reverse psychology #— a hint of insanity but i promise ull have a good time (☉U⚆) #— HAPPY OPENING DAY!

[mogwai-movie-house]

I suppose it’s never an inopportune time to go over this again, as there are so, so, so many people in the world who have an opinion on the matter but have never taken the time to actually look into it themselves. 

So here we go:

Woody Allen never married his daughter or molested his child. These are incontrovertible facts.

In the 1980s, Woody Allen started dating Mia Farrow, who had adopted an entire houseful of children from around the world when in her previous marriage to the conductor Andre Previn. Allen had nothing at all to do with raising these children, and for the 12 years they were seeing each other, never stayed a single night at Farrow’s house. They lived at opposite sides of Central Park and she would come over and visit him when they wanted to spend time together.

In the early 1990s, and only at Farrow’s urging, Allen began spending time with one of Farrow’s now-grown-up adopted kids, Soon-Yi Previn, by this point in her twenties. They started hanging out, fell in love, and eventually married, were tremendously happy together and are still married today, almost 30 years later. Which in Hollywood is pretty damned rare. 

So then: a Hollywood happy ending?

Well, here’s where things turn ugly: Mia Farrow, the scorned woman, went insane with rage after finding Allen had left her for a younger woman (not a blood relative to either of them, remember) and went all-out to get revenge and ruin his life. 

And that’s where things turned evil:

In the last years of their relationship together, Farrow had convinced Allen to biologically father a child with her, as well as co-adopt two more, and it was only 8 months after he applied for custody of them she accused him of sexual abuse of his biological daughter, Dylan, who Farrow was found to have coached into making a video statement alleging sexual abuse.

The claims themselves were preposterous: that on an afternoon (again, months after Farrow found out about Soon-Yi and Allen had applied for custody) Woody came over to visit his child, with 4 other children and 3 other adults (Farrow, a housekeeper and a nanny) in the house who were continually walking in and out of the living room, Allen had somehow carried Dylan up into the tiny crawl space in the ceiling, in which he showed her a model train set he’d set up there that was going around them (no train set was ever found to have existed), had full, penetrative sex with a 7-year-old girl and then within five minutes was back down on the sofa in the living room with both of them happy and smiling and acting as if nothing had happened. The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. 

Try think through that 5-minute sequence of events and make it make sense. Seriously: walk through every step of it and try imagine any way that the above could have taken place and that be the ending.

The matter was investigated by the police, and two separate investigations by two separate child protection agencies, who ascertained that no such sexual contact could possibly have taken place and concluded:

"It is our expert opinion that Dylan was not sexually abused by Mr. Allen. Further, we believe that Dylan's statements on videotape and her statements to us during our evaluation do not refer to actual events that occurred to her on August 4th, 1992 ... In developing our opinion we considered three hypotheses to explain Dylan's statements. First, that Dylan's statements were true and that Mr. Allen had sexually abused her; second, that Dylan's statements were not true but were made up by an emotionally vulnerable child who was caught up in a disturbed family and who was responding to the stresses in the family; and third, that Dylan was coached or influenced by her mother, Ms. Farrow. While we can conclude that Dylan was not sexually abused, we can not be definite about whether the second formulation by itself or the third formulation by itself is true. We believe that it is more likely that a combination of these two formulations best explains Dylan's allegations of sexual abuse. “ -  Yale-New Haven Hospital Child Sexual Abuse Clinic (1993)

Woody Allen was cleared of all made-up and malicious charges of sexual abuse 30 years ago.

Another of Mia Farrow’s adopted sons, Moses - aged 14 back in 1992 - publicly detailed the events of the day on which Farrow alleged sexual abuse had occurred, a day he himself was present and in the room, and broke down all the reasons it could not possibly have happened. He also detailed the physical and psychological abuse he saw Mia Farrow carry out on all her children - more than one of whom went on to kill themselves later in life. It’s an essential statement that everyone with an opinion on this matter should read, and is backed up by similar statements by Soon Yi herself:

https://mosesfarrow.blogspot.com/2018/05/a-son-speaks-out-by-moses-farrow.html

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Now, everything I’ve written above is a matter of open record, all laid out in police and court reports and summarized in great detail on the Wikipedia page devoted to it, which anyone can look up in seconds:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woody_Allen_sexual_abuse_allegation#Testimony

but the person who left this comment has never heard any of it (or seen any of Allen’s films, by the sound of it), and instead goes on repeating the same old obvious, malicious, provable lies, and in doing so, covering up for and defending the actual child abuser that is Mia Farrow.

I can’t actually bring myself to be angry at this particular person, since they’ve  obviously not looked into the matter and are just regurgitating the tabloid gossip and ugly jokes they have heard on and off for so many years: I’m just sad at the lynch-mob strain in humanity that makes them behave in such gleefully cruel and stupid ways as this and then still feel good about themselves afterwards.

#woody allen

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

2023 Movie Journey #1: A Man Called Otto

a man called otto. i am so deeply conflicted about this movie. i watched it back in january and i’m still not sure what i think, because i both think that it was a good movie and that i never want to see it again. 

this is gonna be spoiler filled, just fyi. i cannot explain my feelings on this one without laying out why the plot was the problem for me--and if you only saw a trailer, you may be as unaware of the plot as i was going in. (i know it’s also a book, but i’ve never read it.) 

basically, the trailer shows us grumpy otto, who misses his wife and hates people, and some new neighbors who move in and change everything. there is also a cat lurking around him. that part was especially noted by me, a person who has unofficially adopted a half-dozen neighborhood cats in the last few years. the trailer portrays his story as a hopeful one, the kind of curmudgeon-forced-into-happiness movie i would expect from tom hanks.

and some parts of what i assumed from the trailer turned out to be true. they’re not lying, exactly, in what they choose to show. but the trailer (at least the one i saw) is really selective in what it shows--so carefully leaving out other things that for me, just because the scenes in the trailer are IN the movie, doesn’t mean the movie i saw was the one they advertised.

i mean, this is a tom hanks movie, so it has an uplifting message. otto becomes less grumpy, he lets people back in his life, he starts to live despite his wife being dead. those parts are accurate. but they leave out a lot, for good and for bad.

tw for nonspecific mentions of suicide attempts and death.

grumpy otto, we learn as the movie opens, doesn’t just miss his wife. he is determined to join her. he starts the movie by failing at suicide. then he meets his new neighbors, and the movie turns into what feels like it’s supposed to be a dark sort of comedy, where he keeps trying to kill himself in different ways, and is constantly interrupted/postponed by his new neighbors, who have no idea he’s suicidal and are just accidentally always annoying him. until he slowly, eventually opens up. 

that part of the plot is pretty predictable, but juxtaposed with the constant ‘tom hanks trying to die’ that i was NOT prepared for, i was really freaked out. it made it impossible for me to totally enjoy the parts that were meant to be heartwarming. 

the movie didn’t win me over until otto’s first real emotional breakthrough of treating someone decently comes with a young man who had known and loved otto’s late wife when she was his teacher. he’s trans, and comes to otto when his family kicks him out, and the movie’s touching moments didn’t make me cry until that character showed up. he is the real start of otto building a new found family, and i loved that. 

there’s also a storyline that’s rewarding in the end, about a man otto was friends with before his life fell apart--that actor did a great job with the small space he was given, genuinely stole my heart. and the mom who is the driving force in the family that won’t let otto get away, otto’s relationship with her is great too, especially as it develops later. him teaching her to drive and giving her the most loving angry lecture i’ve ever heard made me genuinely wish somebody like that had scolded me into driving when i needed it, too. 

throughout the movie, we learn about otto’s life before we met him, in flashbacks where young otto is played by tom hank’s actual son. that part was cool. it allows us to know his wife, and what they went through together, and tbh does a decent job of filling out the picture when that can often fall flat as a method. and rita wilson sings the song that’s a major theme in the movie, which is neat.

but then, at the end of the movie, once we know all about otto and he’s happy and loved...HE FREAKING DIES. i do not need to see tom hanks die! who ever needs to see tom hanks die?? instead of being an uplifting movie about a man rebuilding his life, it’s a bittersweet movie about a man who brings his life to a close and passes on what he has to his new loved ones. 

and i can understand how maybe that is an uplifting movie for other people, somehow. i wondered as i came home that day if maybe it was a movie meant for those otto’s age, if maybe being in a place where you think more about death would make the movie more relatable than it was for me--there were certainly a number of jokes my packed theater of primarily older folks laughed at that just left me going ‘huh?’ (about car brands, or The Youngsters And Their Technology). maybe i was just oversensitive watching it.

but it also left me wondering how tom hanks and rita wilson are doing since they had covid--what they went through individually and as a couple, as parents of grown children, as older people...if that experience had them thinking about when one of them goes first, or about the end of their lives in general. about their future. 

so i’m really left with mixed feelings on this one, because it was not bad at all, for what it was. but i wish i had been warned going in that it was essentially one long movie about death--the mourning of it, the wishing for it, the attempting it, the dealing with it. it was so comedic and so not funny at all, all at once, and it just ended so sadly. again, i know it was meant to be uplifting in its way and thus more bittersweet than depressing, but i cried so hard when he died, i just didn’t enjoy that. 

also, when it comes to things i did not enjoy, there’s a jumpscare gunshot i really could’ve done without, and a supposedly-funny scene that felt like cat abuse and another where the cat looks dead but is ‘just’ frozen and later revived. plus the fact that otto dies and his cat is just...silently right there with him, until he’s found the next day, breaks my whole fucking heart. 

anyway, yeah. i don’t know if i recommend this one. ymmv. maybe everybody else loved it! maybe if you haven’t seen it yet and watch it, you’ll love it. (at least if you read this, you’ll be more prepared than i was. and there are good parts.) but it left me feeling sad and weird and like yeah okay death is inevitable but i didn’t need a movie about it quite like this. so i don’t think i’ll ever watch it again.

#a man called otto #tom hanks #rita wilson #tw death mention #tw suicide attempt mention #2023 movie journey

[storiesofsvu]

it's thursday bitches

spoilers under the cut

Okay, I was organizing fic and writing shit for the first two hours so I couldn’t live react BUT:

That ep of Mothership was phenomenal. Good job team.

Barely paid attention to Toronto, I can’t get on board yet.

Now it’s SVU time.

“happy hunting” ewww… puke in my mouth, that’s disgusting.

Girl WHAT THE FUCK. I don’t care if you JUST met someone at a hostel that night, you don’t fucking leave them alone in a bar when they’re visibly really drunk and with two guys all over her, come on.

Okay, I’m starting a Velasco line tally: 1

OOOO a full scene! Look at our boy go!

Okay yeah he is finally getting some screen time

These boy may not be the actual perps in this situation, but there is no doubting they’re pieces of shit.

This is gonna be one of those cases with the last minute twist that the other girl is the actual perp, right? That’s why there’s no dna?

I don’t like this squad. I understand rollins not coming back/kelli not wanting to come back (hello, she just had a baby, and would you want to go back to a workplace you were fired from full time?) but I will forever be salty about them getting rid of muncy and churlish, they FIT with the squad, they worked through their issues and worked well together. It was refreshing to have the younger generation coming in and being mentored by liv, fin and Bruno. I like the fbi girl, she’s a great actress, but the vibe isn’t the same.

Ohhhh I forgot about the other guy from the beginning lol

Okay but I DO love three powerful older women interrogating pathetic young twenty something boys

LOOOL and this dynamic of good cop bad cop between Bruno and joe?! LOVE IT.

Bruno is fucking killing me rn, this is hilarious. Prime television.

The fact that there is still another hour of television after this? I’m TIRED. And like..grey’s starts soon too so that’s gonna fuck me up.

This episode has fully sold me on wanting Bruno to destroy me. Sir. Pls.

Something that fell into your lap?! Liv…baby… you wanted to take in every abandoned kid at svu over the past 25 years. You were the mom calvin deserved, you wanted to adopt, you have ALWAYS wanted kids/to be a mother, its been part of her character arc literally the entire time the show was on air. Yes, technically noah kinda fell into her lap, but the way it was addressed here did not seem right lol.

Okay, that episode was actually super good compared to the last few weeks!

Don’t trust this captain at ALL. but like, I don’t think we’re supposed to LOL.

“I don’t know… im not his mother.. thank GOD” lol… we love Jet.

I miss bell…is she gonna pop up at some point? We need her sass/banter

The fact that she went out to do this super nice thing by replacing the flowers for jet cause she let her stay with her and THAT’S when she was attacked. Fuck this. Ugh.

The fact that they’re going through so much effort to block the face/voice of this killer means that we know who they are already, right?

BUT also… if the captain hadn’t called jet specifically to get Elliot to his fucking iab appointment she would have been home and able to protect the girl… so like… im still super sus of her

All of these crusty old white men all look alike and I cannot tell the difference between them. Is it the cap’s dad? Brother? Husband? Random poker night connection?

DIVORCE???!!!! I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.

…okay but now they could be together somewhere down the road? Like.. they really did bomb us with that ship so I haven’t had time to decide if I like it or not but we’ll see how things go.

Okay so the brother AND the dad are both in on it? Maybe the cap isn’t actually sus and will be blindsided?

Meh, that ep wasn’t that good tonight tbh but two outta our aint bad!

#law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #law and order toronto #law and order spoilers #spoilers

[fangirlofallthefanthings]

In case I haven’t mentioned it, I’m writing a thing! :D

Get excited people. But… probably not too excited. I finished the rough draft of chapter one and just started writing chapter two.

If you’re wondering what I’m writing, it’s a fanfic (What else would you expect from me? Honestly?) about the Odyssey that will be posted chapter by chapter- eh… weekly? Yeah. Weekly.

“Oh it’s a retelling? We have a bunch of those! Sure they’re good but like- ok?” I hear you say.

I know! I know. But hear me out!

This work will follow Odysseus from the Fall of Troy, through the Odyssey, and a short time afterwards, but with a twist: Odysseus adopts Astyanax, the infant prince of Ilium (Troy). Also, Ody will get home in half the time. Of course there will be some EPIC: the Musical inspired happenings and events cus that play caused my Greek Mythology hyperfixation to return with a vengeance by hiding in my love of theater. A “Thespian Horse,” if you will.

I’m anticipating it to be as long as the Odyssey in word count, give or take. Idk tho cus I haven’t written it yet lmao

I’m also not sure what I want to do with Polites. I know I want him to be more important of a character than in the Greek epic, but I don’t know what his fate will be.

Will he die at the hands of Polyphemus like in EPIC? Will he perish with the rest of the remaining crew for eating Helios’s cattle like in the original text? Will he find a secret third fate, somehow survive everything, and become the best uncle ever?

Who knows! Certainly not me.

This has been picking at my brain for months, and I’m so happy to be writing again! It feels so nice. I even got notebooks. This is gonna be sick! >:3

Here’s a little sneak peak:

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It was dark inside the horse.

No one dared to even light a torch for fear of alerting the sleeping Trojans outside. The air was warm and dank from the hours the Achaean soldiers spent hunched over in the cramped wooden space. Blind to the outside world, but not deaf.

They heard everything their enemy said throughout the previous day and the splintering of wood as one of the Trojans pierced the horse with his spear. They heard the grunts and strains of the Trojans pulling the horse to the gates. The crumble of stones as the masons of Troy chipped away at the walls to make room for the supposed gift to Athena. They heard Helen of Sparta, daughter of Zeus, the reason for this decade-long siege, impersonate their wives and call out to each of them.

The plot would have been discovered if not for Odysseus, the king of the island nation Ithaca, the mastermind behind the plan to take Troy and end the war. As Helen knocked and changed her voice, he felt Anticlus, a warrior beside him, begin to call out. Odysseus did not hesitate. He quickly and silently clasped his hand over Anticlus’s mouth, stifling his voice before he could speak. No one dared move as the citizens of Troy celebrated their victory over the Achaeans and the war's end.

The party lasted long into the night, and Dawn’s beautiful rays were fast approaching by the time the festivities ended, and the city fell quiet with sleep.

When Odysseus felt the time was right, he turned to Diomedes. They both nodded to each other, knowing Athena was with them and urging them that it was time to strike.

“Listen closely, my brothers,” Odysseus said, standing up and lighting his torch, “These past ten years, our numbers have been slowly depleted. The Trojans, our enemy, killed our friends, brothers, and fathers. But tonight, we will be the ones who slaughter all they hold dear.”

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Anyways. I’ll post the link once the first chapter is up. Wish me luck, fam. o7

#the odyssey #greek mythology #homers odyssey #odysseus #odyssey #tagamemnon #epic the musical #tagamennon #writing #fanfic #the king and the infant #tkati #char ramblings #char writes

[fumikomiyasaki]

Reunion

Tw. Dark themes, Parental death, Experimentation

And here is the overdue backstory of Seraphim and Zariyah... where I just drifted far away from their FF7 inspos a little.

Seraphim at first grew up in a small village with only his mother, she put a pink band in his hair often to make him a ponytail for his long black hair and he worked hard to one day be one of the best sword masters of the village.However one day he went into the woods alone, got attacked by an unknown monster and in turn as he killed it absorbed his cells... the village took him to the towns doctor who however discovered these cells and in secret send him to a research facility instead. Years of experiment made his hair white, his eyes green and him forgot about how old he is right now... it didn't help that the village he grew up had an unknown Language to many and he couldn't speak anything else, so he couldn't even tell the researchers to let him go. They wanted him to become the perfect weapon, the super soldier.

Yet eventually one Researcher proposed another idea as they took care of another female research speciment too... given her cells were unique as well if they are combined with Seraphims if an even more powerfull being would envolve from the too. Even if many researches called that specimen 345-73, Seraphim called her while spending time with her Rory, as she called him Seraphim... even if they were only put together to reproduce their bond was friendly... but in turn... Zariyah was born yet Rory died after giving birth to her.

Seraphim didn't want Zariyah to grow up like he experienced in this facility... and so in one fell swoop overnight.... he broke out and burned down the whole research facility. After he was finished however he found and unknown portal to another world and passed through it by accident... and so from Planet Goaret he went to the world of Twisted wonderland, landing right before Night Raven colleges footsteps. Even if Crowley didn't understand his language, he could guess what Seraphim went through and so slowly the school got Seraphim a place to stay and take care of Zariyah, untill he could finally learn the language enough and propose the idea to let Zariyah instead grow up with a more normal family... to at least ensure her happiness.

Eventually they found a family to adopt her and Seraphim trained hard, studying each day to find his own passion in being a teacher and get recommended by Crowley to go to HSA.

Years passed, the Crystaleon dormitory got formed and Seraphim eventually met a small black haired girl who wanted to train under him... feeling a bit of headache while meeting her... he couldn't connect the dots yet... however after a month and getting a call from the family he brought Zariyah too, he looked at the last name and put two and two together that she was his daughter, the same person he gave away.

The shock of learning this caused trouble in a fighting lesson he was supposed to give, his UM creating Hallucinations went haywire. Osyron and Lydia saw a vision of them killing each other, seeing this as a mocking of Seraphim but as well as a message that made them realize things about their marriage, Zariyah saw images of how horrible Seraphim and people in the lab got treated and had a sudden mental breakdown, Iris started crying about seeing a nightmare... and Ciel grew mad at Seraphim for hurting them like this. This led to Crystaleons transfer to RSA as well as Seraphim returning to NRC to consult Crowley and working on finding a way for him to control his UM more...

And so he decided in the present to play the Villain... he knows Ciel hates him, he knows many of Crystaleon dislike him... yet subtly he would love to get along with Zariyah as his daughter... telling her that however would again open up these old wounds... and that is something he doesn't want to risk. And so he keeps his distance when he can and acts antagonizing from afar.

Hence I drew this picture... to symbolize how at least he tries to reach out to her. And this is also the explanation why Zariyah is that strong... why she has those powers of Seraphim as well. Its cause indeed they are related... she just doesn't know.

Ciel belongs to @terrovaniadorm

Iris belongs to @cutiecrpze

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[michaelmilligan]

Hi, hello, did you know it's the Midam wedding anniversary??

Well, now you know. Have a little something. (Also on AO3.)

Warning: Once again, I have been unable to keep myself from making it kinky.

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When Adam picked up the phone, Michael could feel him smile, a moderate amount of joy coursing through his soul.

“Hey, Gabe-” The joy fell away pretty much immediately. “Oh, hey Sam. No, no, just... um. Hm? Yeah, I'm good. Great, even. Michael too, by the way.”

Michael huffed, not so much because of Sam but because Adam took every opportunity to be insulted on his part, even if it was barely a slight and Michael didn't even care about it. Well, he supposed that could happen when you took each of your brother's attempts to reach out as an insult in and off itself.

Thoughtfully, Michael continued mixing what would soon be a patty, egg and breadcrumbs sticking to his fingers. Adam and Sam's relationship was tense, even more so than the one with Dean – if only because Adam and Dean hadn't really talked since the almost end of the world.

It was fitting, maybe, that Adam's older brother who he didn't get along with was with Michael's younger brother, who had told him to go fuck himself a few years ago, when Jack had revived them. Fortunately, Michael had curbed his first instinct of replying 'No, that's Adam's job' and had simply let him go – along with Raphael, who had listened to the new God for a while, then had listened to Michael for a much shorter amount of time. Of course, Michael hadn't had very much to say, except to express his bitterness about their father and to back Jack's claims.

Raphael had taken it as they had always taken everything: with dignity, and betraying no emotion whatsoever.

After, they'd asked Michael one very simple question: Was he going to stay in Heaven?

The answer had been no, of course. Michael had agreed to help out, but not to stay, choosing instead to be with Adam. The last part, he had been vague about, speaking of 'responsibilities' on Earth.

Raphael had nodded and walked out.

Things had gotten better since then, but their relationships weren't fully mended. Maybe they would never be. Too much bad blood, too many bad decisions made. But at least they were talking. And Adam and Gabriel got along. Raphael and Adam also had surprisingly much in common.

So there was hope.

Lightly tugging on Adam's soul, Michael beckoned him over to try the mayonnaise that Michael had whipped up earlier. After licking his lips, Adam weighed his head and then conveyed to Michael that it could use a little more salt.

“Hm?” Adam then said into the phone, rolling his eyes to tell Michael how much he wanted to stop talking to Sam. “A barbecue? Oh, no, today is no good. What? Oh, come on, I'm not avoiding you, you just always ask me last minute... Hey, that was one time! Besides, even if you'd asked earlier about today, we still wouldn't have time.”

Michael tried his hardest not to listen to the other side of the phone call, which was difficult when you were sharing a body with the person holding the phone to their ear. But Sam always said that it was impolite to eavesdrop, and Adam had once told Michael that he didn't have to listen to Sam's anxieties about their relationship. So Michael concentrated on his projection and on the burgers he was making, trying to just be a comforting presence against Adam's soul.

“Oh, now you want to know why.” Adam huffed. “Why don't you ask Jack? Oh, whoops, forgot he wasn't talking to you.”

That was a low blow, though Michael supposed it said a lot about the Winchesters that their adopted son, who was now God and could have been anywhere and everywhere at the same time, didn't deign it necessary to visit or even call them.

Again, the image of Gabriel appeared in Michael's mind, angry and jaded as he had been, his golden wings which were so much like Lucifer's splayed aggressively. He'd left his family for Earth back then, while Jack had left for Heaven – but was there really such a difference in it?

Maybe there was hope for the Winchesters and Jack yet.

“Well, I'll have you know that it's our anniversary,” Adam was saying to Sam, “so don't disturb us later. We won't answer the phone anyway.”

Michael hummed, the thought of later pleasing, and he mentally went through their playlists, trying to decide which one to put on for them to make love to. Maybe Adam would concede to Taylor Davis this time – not the Disney covers, of course, which Adam had vetoed for any and all sexual activity. Apparently, having sex to 'Part of Your World' would 'destroy my childhood, Michael'.

“Mh,” Adam made into the phone, opening the fridge. “U-huh.”

Michael made sure to convey a stern look through their bond, and Adam looked back at his projection as his hand stopped just short of the cake, which was sitting – so far – pristine and untouched between different sorts of yogurt.

I'm hungry, Adam's pouting expression said.

You can't get hungry, you don't need to eat, Michael's responding eye roll conveyed.

More pouting. You're a meanie.

Michael slapped Adam lightly with a wooden spoon. Get away from the fridge.

“Hm?” Adam made into the phone while his eyes darkened, fixed on Michael. His expression clearly said how much he wanted to take the spoon and retaliate until the ass of Michael's projection was a deep, lovely red. “Oh, yeah. Sure. M-hm.”

Michael raised an eyebrow at him, but couldn't stop his grace from shivering in anticipation. Finish your phone call. Then you can bend me over.

“Right. Mh. Uh, hey Sam? Can we talk later, I really need two hands right now. Oh, no, you don't want to be on speaker, it's gonna be loud. Yeah, no, trust me, you really don't want to hear that. Hm? Oh yeah, maybe you can call again tomorrow – or, you know, next week...”

Or never, Adam's soul seemed to say, and he didn't say goodbye before he hung up on Sam.

“Now, where were we?” he said to Michael as he tossed the phone onto the kitchen counter, and licked his lips.

“Well I was cooking so that my darling husband would have something to eat, since he's always hungry,” Michael said teasingly. “You were trying to distract me, I believe.”

“Your husband is a lucky guy,” Adam teased back, slinging his arms around Michael from behind. He kissed his neck.

“Yes, and I'm very loyal to him, so you can't seduce me, scoundrel.”

Adam snorted against the side of his face before he pressed a kiss to that, too. “Are you sure? I'm pretty persuasive. And hot.”

“Only metaphorically.” This time, Michael used the wooden spoon to lightly bonk Adam on the head. “My grace burns brighter than anything else in the universe.”

“And it's magnificent.” Adam's hands roamed Michael's stomach under his apron, slowly making their way up to his nipples, while he licked over Michael's ear. “You know, food is great, but you're the real snack in this kitchen.”

“I thought you'd never notice.” Michael leaned back against him, making a pleased sound as Adam pinched one of his nipples and rolled it between his fingers.

Meanwhile, Adam's other hand snaked lower again, finally brushing over the panties that were the only thing Michael was wearing under his apron.

“You're going to look so pretty, all red under the black lace,” Adam murmured into Michael's ear.

Michael let out a contented sigh, as always when Adam called him pretty, the first and only one in his very long life to do that. Adam stood by it – his archangel wasn't just the strongest and hottest, but also the prettiest being he had ever met.

Later, when they would lie in bed all exhausted but happy, Adam would tell him again, would make him understand how much he loved him. For now, though, his tools of expressing his adoration were bite marks on Michael's neck and the imprints of a hand and wooden spoon on his ass.

Adam smiled against Michael's neck. "Happy anniversary, baby."

#Happy Midam wedding anniversary to all who celebrate #Don't look at me these guys are kinky okay dajskdak #No actual sex depicted though #Quick writing #Midam