#laura there were so many that i wanted to say yes to but i wasn’t sure 😭 like procrastinator yeah but not with important things

[faithshouseofchaos]

OMG I NEED PART 2 TO THE JENSON'S DAUGHTER WHO HAS A CRUSH ON LOGAN!!!! LIKE THEY WENT TO THE PADDOCK AND AVERY SAW LOGAN AND SHE WONT LET HIM GO THEN THERE'S JENSON CRYING😭😭😭😭😭😭

He’s said yes — dad!jenson button x daughter Avery button

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I finished this while waiting for the race to start and I thought it would be cruel not to post it now so here y’all go I guess

Jenson spent the entire morning grumbling about everything. Just days before he learned that his baby girl, his princess Avery, had a crush on one of the drivers. Logan Sargent to be exact. If it was up to Jenson he would avoid Williams garage all together but he couldn’t do that because he worked with Williams.

Jenson parked the car with a sigh and turned to look at Avery who was sitting in her car seat in the back.

“Okay Avery I need you to promise daddy something” Jenson began to say.

Avery looked up at daddy, her big eyes filled with curiosity. She opened her mouth to ask a question but Jenson put his finger to his lips to silence her.

“No. No question, just promise me you’ll behave. Okay?”

Avery crossed her little arms and thought about Jenson’s request. She thought about her precious crush, Logan Sargent, how she wanted to run to him, jump into his arms and demand he kiss her. Or she thought about what she would do if he proposed to her. So many thoughts. Jenson crossed his arms and waited, he needed his daughter's promise.

“Okay I promise daddy,” she says sweetly. “I won’t do anything.”

Jenson looked at her suspiciously but knew his daughter too well.

“Nothing that would be embarrassing to daddy right?”

She laughed and nodded her head yes.

“Good now let me ask you this, what is the one thing Daddy doesn’t allow you to do under any circumstances?”

Avery paused, trying to remember the only rule daddy has.

“Run up to Logan and ask him to marry me.”

Jenson let out a small breath of relief.

“Good you remember, okay just promise me you’ll stick to that rule and I won’t have nothing to worry about, okay?”

“Jenson she’s five years old how” you say to him

“I know that” Jenson says, getting out of the car to help Avery get out.

“Are you ready Avery?” Jenson asked Avery nods and Jenson couldn’t contain the small chuckle he made.

He got out of the car and helped her out. They started making their way inside the garage.

In the distance they could hear the Williams crew working on the cars. Jenson noticed Avery looked a lot more excited as they got closer.

The moment Avery saw Logan her cheeks filled with pink. She was so excited she wanted to run to him but daddy would kill her so she remained next to Jenson. She kept looking at Logan, her eyes filled with admiration and crush-like feelings. Jenson noticed she was already breaking the promise to him but he didn’t say anything.

Jenson was used to this. She always acted like this around Logan but Jenson knew it was innocent and her crush wasn’t going to go anywhere. As they got closer he told Avery to go say high to Logan.

Avery nodded and ran over to Logan, she practically skipped because she was so excited.

“Hello Logan,” she says in the cutest voice.

Logan could barely contain his laughter as he crouched down, she was adorable and he absolutely loved the way she spoke to him.

Avery looked up at Logan and her eyes were filled with stars.

“Hey Avery!” Logan says in the friendliest tone he can muster.

“I have to ask you something very important.” Avery says with a smile on her face.

Logan was intrigued and confused.

“Alright what is it?” Logan says as he looks at the little girl with a smile.

“Will you please marry me?” She asks sweetly.

Oh boy what is she thinking.

Logan’s mouth dropped.

“Will I marry you?” He repeated the words back to her.

“Yep.” She nodded her head. “Please?”

Jenson could already feel his blood boiling. Her daughter was adorable but she was out of control today.

Logan looked at Avery, he understood that this was strictly platonic but he tried not to let Jenson see the laughter and cuteness in her request.

“Of course!” Logan says sweetly. He couldn’t let this cute little girl down.

This was getting out of hand already.

Avery is over the moon excited as she runs back to Jenson.

“Daddy!” She yells. “He said yes!”

“What did he say yes to?” Jenson says through gritted teeth.

“That he’ll marry me.”

Jenson looked over at you eyes bulging out of his head.

“Did I hear that correctly?” Jenson asked you

“I uh-“ you began to say

“Yes you did,” Avery said sweetly.

She looked between Jenson and Logan, her big eyes filled with so much excitement.

“He said he’s going to marry me.” She squealed.

“I’m going to kill him” Jenson says

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[pensat-i-fet]

Celebrity crush (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**A friend and I were chatting about the RLC calling Laura Woods her celebrity crush during an interview and she wanted me to use that for an imagine. When I asked who she wanted me to write it with, she was like “guess! 🙄”. So here we are 😅 I hope you like this! ❤️**

Word count: 1595

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The life of a sports journalist wasn't as glamorous as people thought. And the life of a female sports journalist could be very hard sometimes. But still, you managed to get a presenting job for a big sports program. And after the initial drama of "a girl can't do that", people had accepted you.

Every week you had a different guest you had to interview and the producers came up with the idea of getting fans to ask one of the questions to improve the social media engagement. That week, the engagement had been ridiculous. But you weren't surprised since you were interviewing Gavi, the new golden boy everyone talked about. Most of the questions you got were about his personal life, so those were deleted. But still, your team had a good amount of them to choose from.

You were asked often if there was a footballer that you fancied but never mentioned any because you didn't want to look unprofessional. But Gavi…well, he was definitely nice to look at. You wouldn't deny that. But again, you kept that thought to yourself because admitting it publicly was only going to cause more drama.

"Well, superstition or not, I still worry seeing those undone laces", said Ed, one of the pundits that did the show with you sometimes.

"Ed, we are talking about someone who dives and puts his head near other people's feet, while they are kicking the ball, very often. The laces are the least of our worries", you laughed and when you looked at Gavi, he was blushing. Again.

You hadn't been doing this job for long but knew people were going to talk about how many times he blushed at your words. It was always the same.

"Ok, Gavi, we got some fan questions we would like you to answer. Ready?"

"Sure".

"Pat wants to know who your celebrity crush is", you read, laughing at the question.

Gavi didn't answer straight away so you looked at him and saw him putting his hands on his face.

"You alright? You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable", you offered.

"It's…um…it's you".

"It's me what?"

"My celebrity crush. It's you".

You tried to think of a quick answer but could only blush like he had. Ed, however, had your back.

"I was hoping you would say me. How disappointing".

You tried to laugh at his joke but were still so shocked by the confession. But you had to keep going and somehow managed to finish asking the questions.

"That's it from us today. Thank you Ed as always and thank you Gavi for spending this time with us and…for the ego boost, I guess".

Once the cameras were off, you saw him walking towards your table.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable but the question caught me by surprise and…well, I didn't lie".

You smiled at him, biting your lip. "It's fine. Your answer also caught me by surprise. But it's an honour to be the golden boy's crush. Even if I don't see myself as a celebrity but I'll take it".

"Yeah", he said. And you could tell he wanted to say more.

Come on, do it and I'll say yes.

"I'll see you around. Bye!"

Your manifesting powers failed again. And you felt a bit stupid after the whole ordeal. Also, you could only imagine the drama this might have created on social media. Great.

                                      **

The days after your interview with Gavi had been hell for him. He was made fun of constantly on the team's WhatsApp group and of course, the clip of him saying you were his celebrity crush was everywhere. Twitter, Instagram, the 9pm news…did people have nothing better to talk about?

He was so embarrassed to have done that in front of the cameras. But he didn't lie. He had seen you a while ago at one of the matches and couldn't stop thinking about you for days. He asked Pedri who you were and his friend showed him your Instagram so he could follow you. You were already following him but you followed so many players, he guessed because of your job, that it didn't really mean much.

Gavi had actually planned to ask you out, or something like that, after the interview. But seeing your reaction to his words…he just couldn't do it. He totally misunderstood your nerves as a rejection.

"Your girlfriend is here, Pablito", said Eric when he got in the dressing room.

"My girlfriend…oh. Ok".

The jokes were never going to end.

"If you play really well, she'll interview you. Use that as motivation".

He was right. You always interviewed the two best players of the match, one from each team. So he was surely going to use that as motivation. Even if he didn't need it. Matches against Athletic de Bilbao were always exciting to play.

You were on the side of the pitch, covering the match for one of the TV channels that had the rights to La Liga and were used to getting looks from the players. So you didn't notice Gavi looking at you several times while you spoke to the camera.

While the teams were running back to the tunnel, you looked up to see them and spotted Gavi looking at you. You lifted your hand to wave at him and he did the same, causing you to look down to hide your blush.

The match was going to be decided by very small details and that detail was Gavi managing to trick the defense and the goalkeeper to score the only goal of the match.

His teammates were still congratulating him when the media guy told him he had to do the TV interview. The interview with you. So he went to the area where he knew you would be waiting.

The away team was always interviewed first, so he waited until you were done talking to his Spanish teammate Íñigo Martínez.

"Thank you for talking to us after the defeat, Íñigo".

"Thank you", he said, looking to the side. To where Gavi was. "You are my celebrity crush too, you know? Shame little Gavi beat me to confessing that to you".

Gavi felt furious hearing those words and seeing the smirk on Íñigo's face. But then he saw your face and he was even more furious. Your blush was so obvious that you didn't need to say much more. He might have told you before but it was clear you fancied Íñigo and not him.

Or that's what Gavi thought. Because the reason for your face to go all red was the annoyance you were feeling. What Gavi had said in that interview was just a comment. The way Íñigo had said that, when you didn't ask him at all, made you feel like he didn't respect you as a professional at all. And that pissed you off so much. But you couldn't let it show.

You bent down to pick up your bottle of water, not noticing Gavi was right next to you. And he was trying really hard not to stare at you. Not while cameras were near. Not again.

"Oh, hi. Sorry. I…I needed some water. My colleagues will connect with me in a minute. Sorry to make you wait".

"It's fine", he said. And you noticed his cheerful tone was gone.

"You okay?"

"Yes, let's get the interview done. I want to go back to my teammates".

His words made you frown and feel…sad? But then you remembered that if you had been taunted by the celebrity crush confession, so had he. So maybe he was keeping his distance because of that.

Whatever it was, you forgot about it during the two minutes that it took to interview him. And when he left, so did you. Both of you were going to the tunnel but Gavi walked a couple of feet in front of you.

"Hey. I was wondering if we could…".

You turned when you heard Íñigo's words and if looks could kill, the Basque player would have been dead by now.

"What did you wonder? If you could embarrass me again while I do my job?"

Your words made Gavi turn. You looked so angry and…that was how you looked before his interview so he had totally misread your reaction. Again.

"I didn't try…".

"I don't care, Martínez. There are so many like you who just see me as a joke. But I'm a professional just like you and deserve the respect. So do that again if you dare".

His teammates tried not to chuckle until you were gone, afraid of you screaming at them too. But Gavi didn't stay to see what they did next. He followed you and called your name.

"What?", you turned, annoyed. But when you saw it was Gavi that was calling you, your expression softened.

"I wanted to ask if you were ok".

"Yeah", you said, looking away so he couldn't see you were about to cry.

"I'm sorry if what I said is causing you problems. I should have just said someone else. I didn't think…".

"It's not your fault".

"Can I…", he hesitated. "Can I give you a hug? You look like you need one".

You nodded, because you really could use the comfort he was offering.

Gavi hugged you and you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"Thank you, Gavi".

"No need to thank me. Sorry I'm sweaty", he said, making you laugh.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure".

"You are my celebrity crush too".

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo imagine one shot #pablo imagine fluff #footballer one shot #footballer imagine #footballer fluff

[ohblackdiamond]

paulventures in florida

first off, this would not have been remotely possible without my dear friend @elrohare who generously, and incredibly, asked if i'd be her +1 to this event. I'm eternally grateful for a wonderful time.

friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears--

wait, that's not right.

HEY, PEE-PUL--

On 2/23/24, Cynthia and I met Paul Stanley and had dinner with him. 

Our full weekend adventure eventually ended up taking us all around the sovereign state of Florida, a state I have not (been) driven around since 1998, when my family went on a trip to Disney World.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many palm trees or so much Spanish moss.

But you don’t wanna hear about the insane roads of Florida, you wanna hear about Paul.  We’ll get there.

I was running on approximately four hours of sleep due to having taken a 7 a.m. flight in order to ensure I would be able to see Paul in the first place.  Was Paul actually due to show up around 7 p.m.?  Yes.  Did I care?  No.  It was not exactly a short drive from the Orlando airport where Cynthia picked me up  to the Hard Rock hotel/casino in Hollywood (Florida) where the gallery was.  We had to guarantee our presence (and I had to guarantee that there would be room for error should my flight be delayed!).  Once we were at the Wentworth gallery, Cynthia’s art broker, Laura, showed her one of her pieces. Laura also mentioned offhand that “he (Paul Stanley) was just here earlier” and I believe she may have showed us a picture of him at the gallery– I know she said he was nice.  Inside of the gallery was a small section with a table full of different sharpies (gold, silver, black) and he had scribbled on a piece of paper or something on the table to test one out. 

Cynthia determined she could only fit one of the paintings in her trunk and would have to have the other shipped.  She took care of those details and afterwards asked when we should be there for Paul– we were told that, of course, around seven was it but if we wanted to poke over at 6 or 6:30, we could.  She encouraged us to hang around and shop/etc. if we wanted, but honestly, the mall aspect of the casino was fairly paper-thin and if you weren’t gambling and weren’t super-enamoured with the (admittedly cool) water/fountain light show, you weren’t going to be entertained for hours on end.  Fortunately, obsessing over our upcoming meeting/dinner was entertaining enough when it wasn’t nerving us both out! 

We had some discussion on whether we should show up at the gallery again right at 6 or not, and ended up kind of poking over and realizing that the gallery hadn’t exactly filled up at that point.  We ended up poking back in at 6:30, which was ideal.  Directly outside the gallery (you could only really stick around in there if you’d purchased or were very interested in purchasing a painting, due to the meet and greet aspect that was going to happen there in the back) was starting to get a bit crowded and that only continued– fans with things they were hoping to get signed/hoping he would look at (there was a gorgeous drawing of eighties Paul that a girl was holding up that she’d done!)-- but I think a lot of them just wanted to get a glimpse of Paul. 

Cynthia and I made some small talk with the other gallery-goers, including a nice couple, Heather and her partner, Eric. Heather was wearing a really pretty purple gradient dress while Eric had a blazer with a custom-made purple shirt underneath that had the Starchild makeup on it.  They were pretty invested, especially Eric, though they’d done these events before.  It was cute how Heather would come back over and say “I think he’s bought another one….” (Heather also was trying to ensure there would be a non-meat option at the dinner for Eric due to Lent.)  

I noticed that every so often someone from the gallery would open a door at the back (near the Sharpie table), say something, and then shut it, so I was pretty sure that Paul was right behind there, which terrified me.  But then he just suddenly appeared only a couple feet from us, which was more terrifying (to me) and I sort of immediately tried not to look his way for fear of– aw, geez, I don’t know; I have a lot of feelings.

“Who’re you here to see?” he said, and the small crowd (myself included) immediately answered back with “Paul!!” 

He was smiling– he was smiling a lot.  I have encountered Paul prior on Kruises and I’d honestly never seen him look nearly that happy at those.  Maybe it’s because he’s really a mermaid and is really bitter every time KISS goes out to sea, but honestly, it’s probably mostly because he gets seasick and getting stuck on a ship for five days with a couple thousand rabid fans is probably not his idea of a good time. 

Dinner with about 20-30 rabid fans apparently was right up his alley, though!

We had been told prior to Paul’s arrival that we were third in line for him.  I had brought Mandate but this was more something I’d feel out– I’d said to Cynthia way beforehand that if it didn’t get signed/didn’t feel right to try to get signed, that was fine because after all, I was there as a plus-one.  I will honestly admit that seeing him look like he felt that good made me feel like maybe the magazine would ruin his demeanor– anyway, while we could’ve watched any and all of the other meet and greets, I really wanted to let everyone else have their space/time– I did not want to be creeping around trying to get extra shots of him or anything. 

I was also just extremely nervous.  I think we both were! 

We were called up around maybe 7:10 or 7:15.  I wanted to make sure I didn’t cut into Cynthia’s time and also make sure I was not weird, either.  Paul was great. He immediately complimented Cynthia’s star dress, which she said she’d worn in his honor and curtsied very cutely.  She introduced herself and shook his hand; then I introduced myself and shook his hand, and then she talked to him about seeing the last MSG show and about Evan being there and how cool that was (to have him opening for KISS’ last show); he said it wouldn’t be the last time (for Evan).  He said something about how MSG was special (paraphrase) or that it was a special time, something like that.

Then he said he guessed it was time to take some pictures– they brought out first the Starchild picture, took a picture of us (one of my feet was shaking by this point so I didn’t stand too close to him), and then he said to the photographer, “I blinked” (he did not) and said quietly to Cynthia, “You get two.” 

Next was the Gene picture. Cynthia said she liked the crystals on it and he said that they were Swarovski and that they were hard to put on or took a long time to do, something along those lines. Once the photos were over, he wrote her dedication (“Cynthia, Make life a work of art, Paul Stanley”) on a black sheet of paper– I noticed as he was writing it that he went back to fix one of the letters) and Cynthia seized the chance to ask him to sign her copy of his autobiography. He was really quick about it– “Yeah, I’ll sign that,” and immediately signed the front cover.  (I told Cynthia afterwards that of course he signed the front– it had his face on it; he couldn’t help himself!)  As either this or the paper-signing was going on, the photographer handed me Cynthia’s phone back and I was so dumbstruck by everything that I just kind of looked at the phone in sheer confusion for a second or two– I think a part of me somehow thought there was something he wanted me to do with it, when in actuality he was just giving it back!  He said he’d see us soon and Cynthia corrected that we’d see him at dinner. 

“Three points,” I said as we exited (to the main area of the gallery). (I don’t usually give him any points. I have a lot of conflicting feelings about Paul, but had promised Cynthia I would not say anything disparaging about him during the duration of our time together.) We were both in a state of giddiness mixed with that feeling of it being all over mixed with anticipation. It was really the sort of feeling I’ve only had at meet and greets, but the night wasn’t over.  We stuck around the gallery, still talking to other KISS fans (one guy had the most amazing KISS shoes with the RARO cover art on them that either he or his boyfriend had painted, can’t remember– he said that Paul wanted them and he wouldn’t let him have them!).  Heather said that Eric had moved his timeslot down to the very end, but there were people that came in way later than everyone else, so I’m not sure if he actually got the last timeslot or not.  And as we were waiting, we got another meet and greet.  

This one was not so good and it was my fault.

This one was Doc McGhee’s would-be meet and greet. 

I had met Doc on a couple occasions, the last one being most memorable even if we didn’t speak.  I had a very good seat at the next-to-last MSG concert and as Doc walked down to his own seat before the show started (or possibly a song or so in– might’ve been as I was standing up!) he reached over and quickly pressed something into my hand: I opened my hand and found it was a guitar pick (I couldn’t see whose it was at that point), and immediately closed my hand and held onto it for dear life for the next two hours, only sticking it in my purse when I felt certain I wouldn’t lose it.  It’s a (worn) Paul pick– a good omen. 

Anyway, Doc just wandered in the main entrance, as Doc is wont to, and spoke to a couple people. Doc not being anywhere near as intimidating as Paul, I told Cynthia, “I’m gonna say hi to Doc” and walked over to him.

“Hey, Doc! You gave me a pick at Madison Square Garden!” 

“I did!” (I don’t think he remembered. Maybe he did.)

“Thank you!” and I shook his hand. 

Then he stood there. And stood there. He thought I had more to say to him or that I’d ask him for a selfie.  He did not expect that that was all I had to say to him. 

Doc slunk off into the shadows of the art gallery. Sorry, Doc.

Around about 9:30 or so was the dinner.  We were seated and then Paul walked in, giving a couple fistbumps on the way to our table.  There were three tables, each with 10 or less people there, and he’d be seated at the middle for each.  We were first, so we ate Caesar salad and a charcuterie board full of appetizers (salami, cheese, those little stick things, etc.) with Paul.  Paul was catty-corner to me which was insanely intimidating.  He looked me in the eye twice that I was aware of (without saying anything) and I just dove into the salami like a girl that got stood up for senior prom devouring the refreshment table.  My nerves were killing me.  Paul still looked… intimidating. I was riddled with the wounds of past experiences and the knowledge that I could say absolutely nothing to him that he had not heard before.  I couldn’t think. I could only mindlessly eat and wince as Cynthia excitedly kicked me under the table when Paul began to eat himself.  It was pretty funny, because the first couple times she kicked me, I thought that there was something she wanted me to say to Paul, but she just wanted to point out that he was eating!  

I ran out of salami and the waiter refilled my glass of water (I didn’t order any alcohol) about four times while I tried not to pay too much attention to Paul Stanley being that close to me.  That is to say, I was paying attention, but trying not to be a creep.  He was talking to a dark-haired lady sitting next to him and due to how loud it was in the restaurant, I could hear less than half of what he was saying (and only because I was straining) and basically none of what she said (he did say something about Soul Station, but as Cynthia said, we heard entirely different things regarding that particular venture, which says a lot for the amount of noise in the restaurant!).  After a point, he looked over our side of the table with an expression that was a bit “well?” i.e. “you can talk to me” without actually coming out and saying it.  He was pretty well aware that nobody on our side had really said anything to him as he consumed Caesar salad, various cheeses, etc. at our table, and he did want to give everyone the opportunity.  I was, apparently, incapable of taking said opportunity. 

Enter Patrick, who was sitting directly across from me/on the other side of Paul and whom (along with his wife, Nicole, sitting next to him) Cynthia and I had been talking with from the time we got seated on.  He had made small talk with us on the typical topic (KISS) and the two of them had been collecting Paul’s artwork since he started around ‘08 or so– this wasn’t their first rodeo.  Patrick had a loud voice that carried well.  Patrick did something that he really didn’t have to do at all, that I dearly appreciated– after talking briefly to Paul himself, he gave me the floor.

“I think you need to talk to your youngest fan (at the table).”  

Paul looked at me again.  I did not die. 

“I’m not all that young…”

I can’t remember if Paul actually asked me how old I was or not, but I said I was thirty-four.  Paul said “what?” (he didn’t hear me).  I held up my fingers in a 3 and a 4.  Paul did not understand. (I cannot overstate how hard it was to hear in that restaurant.)  Finally, I got my volume up loud enough.  “I’m thirty-four!” 

I want to say he looked surprised, but that might be wishful thinking.  I’m of mixed Asian and white descent and am very short and small.  Anyway, he responded with, “I have shoes older than you.” 

My incredibly brilliant response was “I know. … My mom’s your age so it’s fine.” (What’s fine? His 35+ year old shoes?)  Paul found this witty repartee hard to answer.  Probably because he likely couldn’t hear it.  

Patrick made an additional extremely kind effort just a second later.  I think he must’ve known how much I wanted to say something and how paralyzed/starstruck I had ended up.  It was exceptionally nice– he could’ve monopolized Paul easily, and he chose not to.  He didn’t have to go out of his way like that. 

“She’s been on the Kruises!”

“Oh?”

“Y-yeah I’ve been on the last three (technically four, I did both the back to back Kruises)--” Inspiration. Stupid inspiration. “I was the one that asked you– no, actually I asked Gene– about Dark Shadows.” 

Great, now Mr. Paul Stanley thinks I have an undying fascination with Dark Shadows. Okay, I do, but my life’s goal definitely wasn’t to ask him about that at dinner. 

“I remember that (show).  Barnabus…. It came on in the afternoons. (I think he said he watched it. … So did almost every baby boomer in the mid/late-sixties)”  He actually looked like he might’ve been contemplating the show, but he might’ve actually been contemplating whether the salad he spilt on his lap made a stain on his pants; I don’t really know. 

Patrick is the true hero of this entire story.  If Paul got three points, Patrick gets thirty. Patrick somehow kept introducing the stuff I had just told him to Paul (i.e. my first KISS record was “Rock and Roll Over,” and said something about “Hard Luck Woman”) and I manage to spill several things I am not sure that Paul heard at all (because I could barely hear myself) including (quickly) that I had only gotten my mom to come with me to a KISS show during EOTR, and that when she finally did she’d wished she’d gone to see them sooner. Paul was looking at us, nodding, and was trying to follow the general convo but honestly, if I was only getting a little over half of what Paul said, he was getting a fourth of what I said in general, best case scenario.  I don’t fault him.  Cynthia told him something about Phantom of the Park, but I could barely understand her! 

Probably a couple minutes after that, he went to the next table for the main course (he spent roughly half an hour at our table). He waved as he left and we remained with a surprisingly good vantage spot to see the back of Paul’s head and occasionally his profile.  Also his phone, which he never got out at our table but did get out for the main course’s.  It has a pink case. 

We saw him move to the final table– I think he may not have gotten dessert, but I could be wrong there.  (I had veal parmesan as a main course and split tiramisu with Cynthia. I only had about four bites of the veal due to having eaten every piece of salami on our charcuterie board, but it was pretty good. The tiramisu was also great.)  After that, he left, but he waved as he went and he still looked happy.  That meant a good bit to me.  I gripe about Paul a lot but I do want him to be happy.  I want them all to be happy.  

Cynthia thanked the art gallery director (not sure of his title) prior to us leaving the restaurant and we were told she could pick up her painting tomorrow morning at ten. It was very late at night at that point– not sure when we got back to our hotel, but I do know we were talking until two about everything that had transpired and the whole rest of the weekend was filled with talk of Paul. 

The verdict: Very good event.  Paul was sweet, engaged and definitely wanted to be here.  The only real negative I have is how loud that restaurant was!  It was something else to be that close to him– I had tempered my expectations due to my own cynicism and wariness, but he was great.  Really incredible time that I’m going to remember. 

Paul, if I see you again, I promise not to bother you about Dark Shadows. 

We’ll move on to Bonanza or Match Game or something.

#kiss the band #paul stanley

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We'll see about that - Chapter 2⎮‘Cause you’ve got too many scars to hide

[4.8K] who?me?getting carried away? never!

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, storm, pnaic attackish happening, mentions of blood and injuries, slowburn, flashbacks in italics, i changed a tiny thing compared to the sneak peek but i think it's better this way, sorry and lmk if i missed anything!!

A/N: HI HELLO!! thank you for your patience and all, it did take a lot longer to churn this chapter out that I expected but here we are!! comments, like reblogs are apprciated as always or just come chat at me! And as always 💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!!💜💜💜 Fic Masterlist Previous Chapter I Next Chapter Coming Soon

‘You sure you have everything?’ Laura asked with a worried look in her eyes. 

‘Yeah, I think so. Wasn’t much to begin with really.’ You tried to laugh it off but it came a little broken. A little less careless than you would’ve liked. 

‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more.’ Laura almost whispered and gave your upper arm a light squeeze. She tried to be encouraging but it was more along the lines of ‘I’m sorry’. 

‘You did way more than you ever signed up for Lore. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even be here right now.’ 

‘I just-‘ She tried to finish but couldn’t. She just shook her head instead and searched your face a little.

‘How’s your nose?’ She touched the gauze for a second. 

‘I’ll be fine Lore. It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore. The doctor said I won’t even be able to see it in a couple of months. The stitches in my eyebrows might show a little. But you’ll have to be really closely. It’s all gonna be fine. I promise.’

She nodded hurriedly, fervently. Willing your words to be true. 

‘You’ll call me when you get there?’ 

‘Of course! And I’ll write and maybe you can come to Hawkins sometime.’ You smiled whistfully. Maybe someday. 

‘Okay. Are we completely sure that the old car is taken care of?’ 

‘Hundred percent, yes. The plate is gone and it was sold like two states away.’ She said a lot more confidently. That they could take care of. The least they could do, she felt like

You took a deep breath.

‘Okay.’

‘Okay.’ 

You hugged each other and suddenly it did feel a lot more like saying goodbye. You cried in the past few weeks. A lot. But it was mostly out of frustration. Maybe anger. The sadness of it all you tried to keep hidden, even from yourself. It was too much to bear all at once. You had to keep going and if you let yourself consider the full weight of it all, it might crush you and the hole thing would fall apart. You couldn’t let that happen. For Laura. For your mom. For yourself. You kept it together though, the roared up, you watched Laura disappear in the rearview mirror and your were off. You drove about ten minutes before you had to pull over and cry for a good five minutes, uninterrupted because the tears just kept blurring your vision. This was it. You did it. You got out. 

——

Fall arrived with full force in Hawkins in the middle of September. Leaves started ruffling slightly more dryly in the trees, the sun became less punishing, nights started to feel a lot more cozy with a cup of tea in your hand. 

You did meet Miss Kelly in the end. As well as the other teachers. Well, the remaining ones. You never really had difficulty with creating connections. You were nice and open to people. You had a good sense of humor and way of putting people at ease fairly quickly. One of the reasons you thought Robin gravitated towards you. The teachers of Hawkins Elementary? Not so much. You, yourself were a little bit rusty. You became a tad more guarded and careful but that was nothing compared to them. They avoided eye contact, dodged every invitation and initiation of conversation. The children were a lot similar. The reward stickers didn’t work, you scaresly got a chuckle or a smile when you made jokes or tried to ease conversation. They came in, they did the work and that was it.

In this environment it didn’t take long for an uneasy feeling of impending doom to set in the pit of your stomach. It was unsettling to say the least. With work kicking in and trying to crack the code to the good graces of your students or at least easing their worries a little you didn’t really have time to hangout with the crew. You shared a coffee with Nancy here and there and you really cherished those mornings. You totally got what Steve saw in her. She was smart and kind and made you feel welcome. But under the demiour exterior she still had a kick to her. Some fire and fierceness that made you quite sure that she could kick anybody’s ass if she wanted to. Will slowly became a regular after classes to hangout, talk about art and get some tips as well. You felt a lingering sadness in him that you were all too familiar with. But you could also feel how he softened up after being shown kindness. It broke your heart a little bit but you were happy to provide those moments of serenity. A little relief feels like a lot at certain times. Jonathan usually picked him up and you chatted sometimes. You felt a kinship with that you couldn’t really place, until it was made clear that their father was also an asshole and he, just like you, was somewhat of a weird kid in high school. Everytime the topic of Nancy came up however, he immediately became more guarded and tried to avoid the subject as much as possible. You were extremely curious but didn’t want to push him. 

—-

The third hiccup happens when you and Robin are arguing about a movie at Family video. 

‘What? No fucking way, there’s nobody who’s hotter that Pheobe Cates!’

‘Thank you!’ You hear Steve shouting out from in between the rows. Robin gives you a ‘see?’ look. 

‘Okay, not the best company, but I do stand by it. Phoebe Cates and maybe Molly Ringwald.’ 

‘Are you sure you’re straight?’ Robin asks you with a playful tilt in her head. You don’t have a chance to answer because the whole store shakes. It’s an earthquake. You heard about them but never experienced one. Your balance is thrown off, some tapes hit the ground but the shelves stay and for a second you’re not sure if it’s really happening. Robin then disappears behind the counter, Steve calls out and from 83 you to 92 percent certainty that it’s real. Robin emerges, Steve gets back and a blind man wouldn’t miss the look they share. 

‘Peach’ Steve comes up behind you. ‘ You okay?’ He asks. He’s holding your elbow and at this point you’re not entirely sure where the disorientation is coming from. He squeezes a little harder. ‘Hey, everything’s alright, we’re all good.’

‘What was that?’ You ask in a voice that’s a little weaker that you’d like it to be. 

‘It was an earthquake, they happen here sometimes, we’re all good, but I’m gonna need you to go home now, okay?’ 

‘But-’ 

‘No! Sorry, but no.’ you can feel the way he softens from one second to the other. ‘No, I need you to go home. We know how to handle this, we’ll check in tomorrow and everything will be fine, but you have to go home. Please.’ He’s pleading and the honey brown eyes have their charm whether you’re willing to admit or not. You tell yourself that he’s right. That you’re gonna be safer at home.

So you go. While you’re driving home a storm breaks out. And not just any storm. It was properly raging. Lighting after lightning came down from the sky and the thunders were just sort of blending into each other. You fucking hated storms. The wind was howling and the second you got into the apartment, you cowered away into the corner of your living room. How did it get so bad, so quickly? How was this even possible? Was this the curse everybody was talking about? Catching yourself in the whirlpool of your thoughts, you gripped your knees tighter to your chest. What a fucking pathetic sight, you thought to yourself. It’s just a fucking storm and you’re crouching in the corner like a frightened puppy. Look at yourself, and you think, you can take care of yourself. Adorable. It made your skin crawl because it was him talking. It was his words, his voice, even without him you had him in your head. Grabbing at the sides of your head you tried to stop it. Tried to physically squeeze the thoughts out. But it didn’t work. Turning the TV on also didn’t help much. Your breath quickened, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears and the tears started flowing down your face. You don’t have a sense of time anymore. It might have been a few minutes, it might have been hours. You don’t even have it in you to glance at your watch. 

‘Nonononono’ you practically whined. ‘No, please, stop it. Just stop it please.’ The storm, this feeling, the fear, all of it. You couldn’t drown it out and it made you feel paralyzed but also clenching all your muscles at the same time. Laura told you that her therapist suggested a check-in with herself about every 30 minutes to unclench her jaw. She told you it really helped her. You tried. You really did. But you couldn’t tell your jaw from your shoulders anymore and nothing worked. 

Another shock came to your system when there was a knock at the door. Everything became even more blurred around you and you thought you might throw up. You wanted to go get the gun but you couldn’t move.

‘Go away!’ It was a guttural scream. It came from somewhere deep and instinctual that has been secluded for so long. You were sobbing at this point and then you heard it. Through everything, you still heard it. 

‘Peach?! Is that you? It’s Steve. Are you hurt? Can you open the door?’

Steve. It clicks in your brain and you could swear your heart stopped the same second the thunder and lightning miss a beat. Everything is quiet just in that second and you feel like the world changes settings just for you. Like a personal little raining cloud fizzles, disappears and a warm light appears above your head that starts to melt your frozen limbs and fried out nerve endings. Your movements are still rigid but you feel your fingers twitch.

‘Steve-‘ You whisper in front of yourself and lean forward. He knocks again and you call out a little louder this time. Shedding your blanket, your body starts cooperating. Just keep crawling toward the warm voice. Still, by the time you make it to the door, he’s saying he will break it down if he has to and is not leaving until he sees you. 

The door opens up and he’s standing there, relief washing over him when he lays eyes on you, just to quickly be replaced by concern again. 

‘Hey, what happened, ‘re you okay?’ He wants to hold you so bad but for now is satisfied with finding your fingers in the dark and touching them. You nod, as best as you can, which admittedly is not very good. 

‘W-why didn’t you ca-call?’ You ask just to regret it with the next breath because your throat and voice are wrecked from the sobbing. 

‘Phone lines are out. I also didn’t want to spook you. The last time you got a phone call, you acted a little funny...’ He gets it out in one breath, rushing through the sentence. ‘What happened, did you get hurt?’ He looked you over, searching for something. Teared fabric, blood, something. You put your hands on his shoulder in an attempt to calm or at least slow him down and it only registers properly then that he’s fully drenched.

‘Shit, you’re completely soaked through! Come in, let’s get you dry.’ You’re still unsure of your movements but you usher him in, despite his muffled and somewhat weak protests. He wanted to stay but unlike you he did have some teared fabric and blood on him that you were yet to notice. He didn’t want you to see that but he did crave some comfort after watching Nancy holding Jonathan’s hand while Robin patched him up. He was selfish, he knew that. He tried to tell himself that it has to mean something that after his arm was bitten by a demobat his first thought was to check on you on his way home. He just wanted to see your house, maybe some lights, possibly you moving in front of a window. But he couldn’t see anything other than the flickering of the TV and after the night he didn’t take it as a good sign. Or just really wanted to see you. He thinks both might be possible, even if the letter might make him a little creepy. 

You lead him to the bathroom, the new purpose giving a little stillness to your limbs and voice. 

‘I can put your clothes in the drier for a quick round and get you something to change into. The guy who lived here left some st- Jesus fucking Christ what the hell happened to you?’ the moment you turned on the light you saw it. The cuts, the bruises, the blood, some dried, some fresh. 

‘You should see the other guy’ he tried to give you a cheeky smile but you could tell he was hurting. 

‘Did you get into a fight? Who did this?’

‘Yeah, something like that. But I’m gonna be fine, I promise, I’ve had much worse. Ask anyone, Dustin we’ll gladly tell you about every single time I got my ass handed to me.’ His face is hurting, he’s cold but all he can think about at this moment is that he hates you’re worrying about him. He hates the way your eyebrows crease together as you try to assess the damage he’s taken. He hates the way your hands hesitate to reach out. You clearly had a rough night yourself and he hates he’s making it worse. You open your mouth like you’re gonna say something but it closes again.

‘Okay’ you say finally. ‘Sit down, I’ll get the first aid kit.’ 

He’s dumbfounded for a moment but ultimately glad you’re not asking questions. He’s agitated, he’s scared, he’s alone and he doesn’t trust himself with keeping a secret now. If you start asking it might all just spill out from him which he desperately wants to avoid. You can’t get anywhere near this. Well, not any nearer. 

You come back with hands full of stuff - dry clothes hanging off of your arm, a glass of water in your hand, the first aid kit in the other. 

‘Here’ you start by handing him the water. After laying the clothes on the side of the tub, you hand him an aspirin. ‘This’ll take care of the pain for now. You can take a shower if you want to, then I’ll disinfect your wounds, get some bandages and if you get a good night’s sleep, you’ll be better by tomorrow.’ You spoke so softly, he immediately calmed down and for a moment even forgot that he just barged in on you, on your weekend no less. He forgot to look away for a second though and his eyes started searching yours. Your face was puffy, your eyes were red and there were some sniffles here and there.

‘Were you crying before I got here?’ 

‘Thank you usually works in this situation.’

‘Shit, I’m sorry, I am very thankful but I came here in the first place to make sure you were okay and as far as I can tell, you’re not.’ 

‘I- It’s just… I fucking hate storms.’ Your arms come up, wrapping around yourself. Not being able to hold his gaze you glance down to the tiles and take a deep breath. ‘I’ll be fine, I just want it to be over.’ You start moving for the first aid kit. ‘But you’re a pretty good distraction, so let’s get you cleaned up, shell we?’ You leave him to change and when you go back he’s sitting on the top of the closed toilet waiting for you. You’re meticulous but soft, determined but attentive and the way you balance the disinfectant, the cotton pads is almost hypnotic to him. In return the sense of purpose anchors you and you’re able to tune out almost everything that’s not connected to helping Steve. When you get to a particularly nasty cut above his eyebrow, he hisses. 

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m almost done.’

‘No, you’re okay, this is what you’re supposed to do, right?’ He quotes you back to you and even as his eyes are shut tight you can tell that his face is about an inch away from slipping into a smug grin. He makes you chuckle and he swears it’s a better painkiller than the actual pill you gave him. 

‘Okay, there are a couple of pretty deep cuts here. I’m gonna need you to hold still. Hold onto something and tell me about a good memory.’ 

‘A good memory?’ 

‘Yeah. I learned it with kids. When I have to tend to them, making them talk keeps their mind occupied and lets me apply the disinfectant or put a bandaid on.’ 

‘Huh, that’s smart’ he looks up at you with a goofy grin and sparkling eyes and you have to clear your throat to remind yourself what you were doing. 

‘So, good memory. You have anything?’ 

‘Yeah, sorry, yeah, I got it. Do your worst.’ 

‘Alright, start talking, pretty boy.’ The nickname slips out so effortlessly, you almost don’t notice it. The way his lips part a little and the tip of his ears run pink clues you in that you did indeed say it out loud and he did hear you. 

‘Uhm, yeah, I, uh, the first thing that came to mind was the day I got my car. And before you roll your eyes, I know how it sounds and for a long time it was like that. Being the only 17 year old who was driving around in a brand new BMW instead of a banged up used car my parents passed down was pretty sweet. It was a guilt present from my dad because he forgot my birthday that year.’ A peng of pain hits your heart. He doesn’t sound very hurt now but you can imagine it wasn’t always like this. ‘I could drive my friends and girls around and it did feel like a sanctuary sometimes. Then those friends turned out to be not very good people, the girls turned out to be more interested in the car and pool in the backyard than me and shit happened and I got my heart broken and then I started driving this little shithead around and the car didn’t change and I basically still just drive people around but those people happen to really like me, for god knows why, and it got us out of some deep shit and I’m actually afraid of the day when it breaks down finally or I have to sell it or anything because half of my goddamn life is in that car.’ You pull away as he finishes his story and let his hair fall back to his forehead. You move back for a second to wipe a stray lock away from his eyes and then lean back to the sink. Your voice is barely above whisper as you speak again. 

‘You’re all done.’ He touches his face carefully and you watch him with soft eyes. ‘Thank you for telling me that. Technically it wasn’t one memory but I’ll let it slide for now.’ 

His smiles. 

‘What about you?’ 

‘What about me?’ You ask, tilting your head, crossing your arms. 

‘A good memory. I just laid my heart out for you, it would make me feel better if I wasn’t the only one.’ 

‘Okay, first of all, you told a semi-moving story about how much you love your car, ‘laying your heart out’ is a tad dramatic.’ You start packing the stuff you spread around the bathroom. ‘Second of all, I don’t need to be cleaned up or distracted, so maybe next time.’ 

‘Well, that’s not fair! C’mon, just one, just a tiny little story.’ 

‘God, you’re unbearable!’ You roll your eyes playfully. ‘This wasn’t part of the agreement and-’ You don’t get to finish the sentence because there’s a particularly loud crash, thunder and lightning coming down with a real fury. You jump with a gasp bumping your knee on the side of the tub. 

‘Fuck’ 

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ Steve calls, coming up behind you. ‘You’re okay, it’s okay, it’s just a storm.’ He turns you to face him so he can find your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth but he needs you to believe that it’s just a storm. You’re too smart and stubborn for your own good. He can’t slip. 

‘I just really fucking hate storms.’ You say as you lay your forehead on his shoulder.

‘Yeah, I got that.’ He’s careful, he holds you so lightly because he’s scared you’re gonna come to your senses and pull away before he can properly figure out which floral scent is coming from your hair and which one is your perfume and can properly memorize the little baby hair on the nape of your neck or imagine how it would feel to be tickled by them in the morning. 

‘Just breath, I’m here. And maybe if you need some distraction, you could tell me about that good memory, now?’ 

You don’t look up, but you chuckle a little. 

‘Well, when I was a little girl there was this treehouse in the neighbor's yard. I was so jealous of it, I wanted it to have one so badly, or just go up in it, just once. But the house was mostly vacant and I got caught by my mom one time when I was trying to climb the fence, so I just stared at it and wished that someday, maybe I could play in it.’ 

Your voice was a little muffled because you were talking at the bathroom tiles but Steve was listening intently. He pictured you with a petulant little pout, sitting in a garden, burning holes in the treehouse with your eyes. It made him smile.

‘And then one day, out of nowhere, a family moved in. They had a daughter, Lilly, and she just invited me over one day when she saw me in the garden. We played and talked and given it’s not that hard to make friends when you’re eight, we did become inseparable almost instantly. I had such a good time, I almost forgot about the treehouse. I would’ve been happy to just spend the whole afternoon curled up in the grass, talking but then she said she wanted to show me her treehouse and I nearly started crying, I was so excited. We went up and it was everything I wanted and more. I think that was the highest I’ve ever been at that point, I could see the whole neighborhood and it felt like nothing could touch me there.’

‘We spent so much time there. It became like a sanctuary too. We went there when we got our first crushes, when she got yelled at, when we wanted to feel safe. On some summer nights we even slept out there and I think those were the best nights of my life.’ 

During your story Steve was stroking your arm up and down, soothing you, saying with every touch ‘I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be your new treehouse, all you have to do is ask me’. 

‘Technically that wasn’t one memory either but I liked it, so I’m gonna let you get away with it.’ He squeezes your arm one last time and lets go slowly, trying to get you to look up at him. 

‘The storm passed I think. It’s just the rain now.’ 

‘Is it gonna come back?’ 

‘I’m not sure. Maybe. Hawkins has some weird weather sometimes.’ 

‘Hawkins seems to have weird everything sometimes.’ 

‘Yeah, that’s fair.’

With the weather getting back to something you can handle and the house quiet with the dim lights of the bathroom it starts hitting you how close the two of you are standing and how this whole thing has been very, well, for lack of a better word, cozy. Even if it was only the instinct to help someone, he quite literally saved your night. Maybe even you. You’re wondering why exactly he came here in the first place and you find some kind of answer in the way he's looking at you, the way he stayed with you in the storm. It’s the same need to take care of people. It’s the driving the little shitheads around even though they really are shitheads, it’s the trying to distract someone from pain and hurt by making them think about something nice, something happy, it’s the holding a burned hand under cold water and it’s the swiping a lock of hair away so it doesn’t land in their eyes. It’s not something that just leaves you. Heartbreaks and grief can suppress it for a while but the world has a funny way of bringing it out again in the most unexpected moments. Like in a tiny, poorly lit bathroom during a storm from hell, trying to wipe the blood from the cheekbones of the prettiest boy. You inhale sharply because your insistence to keep your distance might be wavering and you know it’s a bad idea. Steve’s still into Nancy, Nancy’s with Jonathan, Jonathan is acting weird, well, everyone’s acting weird. But you keep looking at each other and you’re almost a hundred percent sure, he has similar thoughts running through his mind. 

‘I uh, I should go, I think, I don’t want to bother you anymore.’ He starts talking finally, running a hand down the back of his neck.

‘You weren’t bothering me. If it wasn’t for you I would still be curled up in the corner of my living room.’

‘I can, you know, I can stay too. In a completely non-creepy way. I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I’ll gladly keep on distracting all night if needed.’ 

You don’t miss the slight double-entendre painting the words and you raise an eyebrow. 

‘In a non-creepy way, huh?’ He gets flustered when he fully understands what you mean and what he just said. He’s about to start protesting but his nerves prevent him from being quick on his feet. You save him, mercifully. 

‘I know what you mean, relax. And thank you, it’s very knight in shining armor of you but I’ll be okay now. You should go home, take a hot shower, drink some tea and get into bed. I’ll throw your clothes in the drier and get them back to you.’ 

‘Alright, yeah, you’re right. Thank you for taking care of me, Peach. You’re a lot better at this than I am or god forbid Robin.’ 

‘It’s alright. Thank you for distracting me, Harrington!’ 

‘Back to second names? Really? After all we’ve been through in the last like two hours?’ 

‘I mean, I gotta be careful. Can’t call you everytime there’s a storm, now can I? Gotta keep it professional.’ 

‘You can. You can call me in every storm. You can call me without a storm too, I left my number for a reason.’ You wince a little. 

‘Yeah, sorry I haven’t called, I guess. I’ve just been so busy with school and everything.’ You couldn’t let him know that you tried. You tried so many times but chickened out at the last second every single time. 

‘It’s okay. I can wait. You know where to find me.’ 

He starts walking towards the door and you follow him out. You fall back into silence again, listening to the rain on the roof and the remains of the wind quietly howling outside. 

‘Most of the bandages will last like a week I think but you should change the one above your eyebrow and the one on your left cheek sometime tomorrow.’ 

‘Thanks Doc. And seriously, call me if you need anything.’ 

‘Okay.’ You whisper with a soft smile. 

‘Good night, sweetheart. Get some sleep.’ He says as he comes close to you. He hesitates for a minute and then presses a barely there kiss to your hairline. 

‘Good night’ you whisper back. 

You clock the slight pause after he gets in the car and you watch as the maroon BMW leave. You wonder if this is going to be one of those moments you regret, wishing you could say what you wanted to say, wishing you could just ask him to stay or one of those moments you’ll see as dodging a bullet, wishing you could see everything in that moment.

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Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 3

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Chapter Summary: It’s race day, and it turns out that the involvement of one James Simon Wallis Hunt acts as a catalyst to kick off the romance between you and Niki.

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: M

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: F1 Journalists, Photography, Ferrari being amazing, Luca di Montezemolo, Niki Lauda, James Hunt, James causing chaos, First Kisses, Awkward Romance

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: This update took a bit but it's a longer chapter, so enjoy!

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Just as you had promised, you showed up five minutes before eleven o'clock at Niki’s trailer. The door was already open, and a few official looking men in Ferrari shirts were already walking inside. You saw Clay lining up too, and you greeted him.

“Hey,” you said, giving him a wave. “I was told to be here at eleven. I guess there’s a meeting happening?” Clay nodded, and he gave you a cordial kiss on both cheeks.

“Yes, Niki told me you would be coming. I don’t think that you should encounter trouble with the other officials, they were all briefed that you would be present. Plus, there are only a few people.” You nodded, glad that you wouldn’t have to explain anything to disrupt their meeting.

“Wonderful.”

The meeting went very smoothly, and you were able to take a few photographs from your position outside of the group circle. The team would have never allowed a journalist to be inside an important strategy meeting like this, but because you only had your cameras instead of a tape recorder, your presence was tolerated.

Luca did most of the talking, but every once in a while either Clay or Niki would say something. You also noticed that Niki would glance at you every once in a while, as if he was ensuring that you were still there and that you were alright.

Soon, Daniele Audetto concluded the team huddle, and everyone was walking outside again to prepare for the race. You waited until most of the men had left, and intentionally held back so that it was just you and Niki alone inside.

You walked over to where he was sitting on the small sofa. He was changing into his racing boots, and you were suddenly struck with how intimate it felt to be alone with him like this. You watched as Niki shrugged on his racing overalls over his fireproof turtleneck, and he looked up at you with a small grin.

“I hope that wasn’t too boring,” he said, zipping up the front of his uniform. “Not many exciting things were happening.” You waved off his words, shaking your head.

“No, it was great. Thank you for inviting me. Especially so close to race time,” you said. Niki nodded, still looking up at you pleasantly, almost as if he was waiting for something.

“Well, good luck in the race,” you told him. “I’ll be cheering for you.” With a quick glance towards the trailer door to ensure that the two of you were alone, you leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was short, and sweet, and it could easily have been brushed off as something between friends if either of you wanted it to be.

However, as you pulled away, Niki didn’t look as if he wanted to brush it off as something only between friends. Instead, he gazed up at you with a very intense yet sincere expression. It looked as if he was eager to accept anything you were willing to give.

Before you could lose your nerve, you leaned down and gently pressed your lips to his, cradling his cheek as you gave him the kind of kiss you had been waiting ages for. Niki surprised you by kissing back with just as much desire, and even though it was relatively tame, you could just sense the buzz of passion underneath.

When you drew back this time, you were pleased to see that Niki looked just as flustered as you felt. You knew the flush in your cheeks probably matched his own, and you could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest. Damn. After a moment of silence, he spoke up.

“I should invite you to more meetings, if that means all of them can end like this,” Niki teased, and you laughed away some of your nerves.

“I can’t make any promises, but if we see each other alone, there may be more of this,” you said, chuckling. You suddenly heard loud voices, and you realized again that the trailer door was still open. You had to get going, and so did Niki, or else there would definitely be gossip about you two based on how long you had spent in his trailer.

“Sorry for holding you up. I have to get back to the paddock anyways, and you probably need to as well,” you said, stepping away. Niki rose and caught your arm before you could leave.

“Wait,” he called, causing you to turn. The Austrian walked over to you, and he gave you a kiss on the cheek, mirroring the one you had given him earlier. He grinned, looking happier than you had ever seen him. Which was unique, especially for Niki.

“I will see you soon,” he said, smiling at you and displaying his adorable overbite. You nodded and grinned, watching as he shifted on his feet. You stepped down out of the trailer, and you looked back to find him still watching you from inside, leaning against the doorframe with his hands stuffed in his pockets. You barely stopped yourself from waving, suddenly aware of the presence of other media and cameras that were scattered about the paddock.

Your mind was racing as you started down the line of garages towards where you saw Emerson Fittipaldi chatting with a few other drivers. A romance with a Formula 1 driver wasn’t the most intelligent decision in the world, with all of the publicity and gossip that would likely follow, but it wasn’t impossible. You decided that whatever it was that you and Niki were going to embark on, you would just need to be honest with him about what you wanted. No bullshit. Not with the media around the two of you.

As you drew near Fittipaldi’s garage, you greeted some of the Brazilian journalists who were scattered around. Already, there were a few cameras pointed in the dashing Brazilian’s face. Emmo was handling all of the attention like a pro, grinning his wide smile and jovially answering interview questions. Well, it was time for you to get to work.

–

As you had promised, you positioned yourself in the Ferrari garage for most of the race. Niki was on pole, with James in second and Clay starting in third, and there was no way you were going to miss this battle.

Fortunately, the light was shining on the Italian team today, and three quarters of the way into the race, you began to experience some of the incredibly passionate emotions from the Ferrari team. The mechanics would cheer every time Niki passed the pits, and you could only wait in apprehension, hoping that he was able to hold his lead.

With three laps to go, you pulled out your camera again, because Hunt had dropped back in the positions, which meant that Clay was now second, just trailing Lauda. Luca started to go crazy in the garage, and you laughed in excitement as you watched him dash around, mumbling to himself anxiously in Italian. You knew Luca was one of Niki’s good friends, as well as his manager, and watching the man get so excited each time Niki drove by was absolutely thrilling.

Finally, the drivers were on their last lap, and you ran out with the Ferrari team to crowd the pit wall. Luca, ecstatic and insane as always, actually ran out on the track along with a few other Ferrari mechanics and waved his arms in delight as Niki approached the finish line. Your camera shutter was flying as you watched the checkered flag drop, Niki in first and Clay trailing him to finish in a close second.

You could have sworn Luca jumped ten feet in the air as Niki’s car zoomed past, and you had no doubt that he would be congratulating the Ferrari boys ecstatically after the race. After you had taken a few shots of the Ferrari mechanics celebrating, you hurried off to the podium.

With a Ferrari 1-2, the Italian fans were ecstatic. Your own emotions for Niki were running wild, but you had to smother them for the time being as you tried to shove your way through the Tifosi mob who had raided the track. The Italians flooded to the podium stage, eager to fight for a spot close to the front so that they could celebrate their heroes.

You were barely able to jockey your way past a few other photographers towards the front of the media area which offered a prime view of the podium stage. After waiting for the drivers to do their parade lap, you finally were able to see them climb onto the podium and accept their trophies and champagne.

You couldn’t keep the grin of elation off of your face as you watched the drivers stand for their national anthems, with Niki at the top. After the music had finished, the champagne battle was fairly tame, with Clay and Jody Scheckter doing most of the spraying. Niki turned his own bottle towards the fans, and he sprayed the bubbly drink outwards at the hundreds of people, who cheered wildly in delight.

You managed to capture several photos of Niki pouring the golden liquid out over the Tifosi, and plenty of pictures of Clay and Jody spraying each other. Clay did a sneak attack on Niki and funneled a good amount of champagne at the Austrian’s back, which made Niki turn around and spray him in revenge. You couldn’t contain your laughter at Niki’s mischievous expression, and you decided that you would process that photo and keep it just to show to him the next time you saw each other.

Soon, you were ready to reload the film in your camera, and you figured that the highlights of the day were fizzling out. You watched as a few of the television commentators climbed on the podium to interview the drivers. Sure enough, you saw Heinz walking around with the Austrian television crew, ready to interview Niki. Well, you would get back to the pits and look for any drivers who had stuck around after the race. You started walking back, and you heard a familiar voice.

“Bloody incredible race, don’t you think?” You turned and were pleased to see Henry walking up beside you, along with another journalist who was jotting down a few notes on a notepad. You grinned and nodded, glad to see him.

“Yep, and what did I say about a Ferrari win?” you teased, winking at him. “I was right.” Henry rolled his eyes and nodded.

“I daresay you have a talent for predicting these things,” he said, looking at the cameras you had strapped over your shoulder. “Did you get some good photos? Including the one of Emerson that I requested?” You nodded. Even with all of the Ferrari excitement, you hadn’t forgotten about your friend’s request.

“Yes, I got it,” you said, brandishing your camera. “I’ll process the film in the next few days, and I’ll call your editor later to chat more about the pricing.” Suddenly, your conversation was interrupted as you heard someone calling your name.

“Lads, it’s about time I caught up with you!” The three of you turned to find a breathless James Hunt jogging out of the McLaren garage and towards you. Henry grinned.

“James, what are you up to now?” Sutton asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is it something with girls?” When James looked directly at you, you gave him a suspicious glare.

“James, may I remind you that I am not doing a photoshoot of you with a woman for Playboy magazine, no matter how many times you request it,” you told him, only half joking. You loved the bastard, but he was always up to something. James waved off your comment and instead gestured for you to follow him.

“No no, nothing of that sort, I promise,” he said, reaching out a hand for you. “But I do need someone to witness an elaborate scheme that I have developed, and I think you would enjoy it the most.” You rolled your eyes and apologized to the other two journalists before you followed James through the paddock.

“Alright, Hunt, you better tell me what’s going on,” you said as soon as you were out of earshot of the other men. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating your fourth place finish right now?” You noticed that James had turned away from the garages and was now heading towards the trailer area.

“Yes, in a few moments I will go console myself with a few lonely women and probably have far too many drinks in the process,” James said, making a beeline for Niki’s trailer. “But for now, I need to give Rattie a proper congratulations.”

You had no idea what that meant, but it was a bit late to back out now, and there was no way you would miss James pulling a prank or whatever he intended on Niki. You suddenly remembered the kiss that you and the Austrian had shared earlier, and you fell silent. James noticed.

“Niki talked about you yesterday,” Hunt said, and you almost tripped over your feet in surprise. Dammit.

“He did?” you asked, unsure where this was going. James nodded, grinning at you.

“Somehow you’ve managed to work your way into that complex brain of his,” Hunt said, pushing his long golden hair out of his eyes while the two of you continued to trek through the grass. “I daresay you’ve managed to distract him. But clearly, not enough, because he won today. And that is absolutely unacceptable from my point of view. More distraction is needed, I think.” You rolled your eyes at his teasing, but on the inside, you were glad to know that Niki was thinking about you.

“To be honest, I have no idea how the two of you haven’t just…gone at it yet, if you know what I mean,” James said, giving you a devilish smirk as he made a crude and more than suggestive hand gesture. You shoved him playfully, feeling your face burn as James laughed.

“James, not all relationships work like that. I don’t exactly move at Mach 10,” you scolded him, but your heart raced at even the suggestion. James just shrugged innocently.

“Well, from the way I see things, I would barely know that the two of you were interested in each other at all! I mean, all you do is stare at each other longingly in the pits without saying a word.” James stopped as you finally arrived at Niki’s trailer. A red scooter was parked outside, and you figured that Niki had used it to make it back here much quicker than the two of you did after the podium.

“But fortunately, that’s why I’m here. To break the ice and move things along.” Without knocking, James opened the door to his friend’s trailer and stepped inside, gesturing for you to follow. James didn’t announce his presence, and you remained quiet as you looked around for Niki. He didn’t seem to be in the main area of the trailer, so you glanced at James in confusion.

Your curiosity was answered a moment later when the side door to the restroom opened and Niki walked out. Your jaw dropped as you saw him, and you suddenly knew the reason James had dragged you in here without an announcement.

Niki was only half dressed, shirtless with his racing overalls bunched at his waist. He was in the middle of toweling off his hair, which was damp from champagne. After a few seconds of you unabashedly staring at the Austrian’s lean form, Niki finally saw the two of you standing there in the middle of his trailer.

He jumped and let out a yelp of surprise, immediately using the towel as a shield in front of him. Any apologies that you were going to make died in your throat. Taking him by surprise like this wasn’t exactly how you wanted to make a good impression.

“Scheisse! James!” Niki said, immediately glaring at his friend after he recovered from his initial shock. You looked away in panic and tried to back up, but James had strategically placed himself between you and the door. He was pretending to look innocent and casual, as if he had nothing to do with this.

“Oh no, look at that. Sorry for bursting in here unannounced, Niki, I had no idea you would be undressed,” James said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. You finally managed to elbow your way past James, and the Englishman opened the trailer door for you as you stepped out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this, love,” he said, giving you a wink.

“James, you absolute fu–,” Hunt closed the door, cutting off whatever Niki had been about to say. You let out a shaky sigh. What had just happened? You paced back and forth on the grass, listening to the muffled shouts and arguing from inside the trailer.

Honestly never knew what to expect when you were around James Hunt, but you supposed you had him to thank for giving you that surprising sight of Niki. Why did the Austrian have to look so good, especially when he was sweaty and soaked in champagne? Part of you ached to see more of him, but the other part was afraid he would be angry after what had just happened.

After a few minutes, the trailer door opened again and James peeked his head out, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Ah, you can come in now,” he said softly, stepping aside to let you through the door. Tentatively, you walked inside again, still unsure of what you would see. You were slightly relieved, if a bit disappointed, to find Niki fully clothed in his usual outfit of sweater and jeans.

Niki still looked angry, and he stood with his arms crossed, glaring accusingly at James. Fortunately, it was obvious that none of his rage was directed towards you. You could practically feel the tension between the two friends, and you cautiously took a seat on the sofa, watching them as they looked at each other.

“Apologize, to her, James,” Niki said, jerking his head slightly at you. Hunt sighed and raised his hands, looking truly apologetic this time.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you in here this way. I knew he would be changing when we came in here,” he said. “Any anger Niki has should be directed at me. Anyways, I’ll make myself scarce after this.” James’s words were short but sincere, and you nodded at him, acknowledging his apology. Honestly, you weren’t that offended by his actions, but you knew Niki had to be a bit embarrassed at being surprised like that.

“Thank you,” you said, giving James a smile that told him you were alright. Niki remained silent, still glaring at James. Hunt must have decided that it was time to leave, and he stepped towards the door.

“Well, you two have a lovely evening,” he said, hopping out of the trailer. “See you later, Niki.” You watched as James clicked the door shut, and you saw him saunter away through the window. Niki was still glaring at the door, his arms folded. Well that wouldn’t do.

“Niki, it’s alright, I promise,” you said, standing up next to him. You placed a hand on his shoulders, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. It was endearing to see how he was ready to defend you, and to make his best friend apologize for putting you both in an embarrassing situation.

“Niki, please, I’m not too bothered by it. James was being stupid,” you reassured him again. You placed your hands on his crossed arms, and you gently coaxed them open so that you could step closer. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him, pressing your cheek against his. It felt so good to be so close to him like this, and you immediately knew that you would have to hug him more often. Niki surprised you by embracing you back, and he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry he’s such an idiot,” the Austrian said softly, his hands making awkward but soothing motions against your back. You chuckled.

“As I said, I wasn’t too bothered,” you told him, letting one of your hands drift up to the nape of his neck so that your fingers could play with his curly brown hair. “I’m sorry we surprised you. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you shirtless more often.” You grinned as you heard Niki suck in a breath, and you pulled back to gaze at him.

“Really?” he asked, and somehow he managed to look innocent and cocky at the same time. His charm made you laugh.

“Yes, really,” you joked, and you grinned as he leaned forward to give you a playful kiss. His hands drifted down to cup your ass, and your fingers drifted through his hair, scratching gently along his scalp as he kissed you. He smelled like sweat, champagne, and petrol, plus something else that was just so uniquely…Niki.

Your embrace turned heated, but before you could lose your head, you regretfully pulled away. Niki chased your lips for a moment before he let go of you, looking adorably confused. You felt bad for cutting this short, but also, you needed to get back to the hotel. You still had to get your photos processed before tomorrow, and you couldn’t spend all night with him in his trailer.

“I’m sorry, Niki,” you said, giving him an apologetic smile. “I have to get back. A few editors are expecting photos by tomorrow, and I promised I would have them ready. I need to send them in to be processed tonight, which means I can’t stay.” You watched Niki’s face fall at the thought of you leaving, but then he quickly masked his disappointment.

“Ok. You do what you need to,” he said, giving you a nod. With anyone else, you would have thought he was insulted, but Niki’s direct words were simply honest.

“Thank you for understanding. And go celebrate your win tonight,” you said, giving him a playful pat on the jaw. Niki cracked a grin, and he looked at you proudly.

“You know I don’t party,” he said, watching as you gathered your things. You just leveled him with a knowing look.

“Right,” you said teasingly. “But I also know that you can enjoy a whiskey and coke as good as the rest of them. Plus, I’m sure James would like to see you there. I think he’d like to make up for this afternoon somehow.” You watched Niki contemplate the idea before giving a reluctant nod.

“Fine. I will go because you want me to,” he said, walking with you out of the trailer. You laughed.

“Alright. I’ll be thinking about you,” you told him. Niki grinned and looked down shyly at his feet, kicking distractedly at the dirt.

“You too,” he said, and you smiled.

“I’ll see you next Friday at practice. Then you can tell me all about it.”

#niki lauda #niki lauda fanfiction #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel bruhl x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you #rush 2013 #rush 2013 fanfiction #classic f1 fanfiction

[thessalian]

Thess vs Good News

Iiiiiiii’m going to MCM Comic Con! And if the stars align and everybody’s on the ball, Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’m finally getting autographs from the cast of Critical Role! As soon as I heard they were coming back, I was emailing my mother being like, “Hey, remember about three years ago when I asked for an early Christmas / birthday present in the form of tickets to the event and autographs? And then Covid happened and the whole thing had to be scrapped and I was very sad? Well, they’re finally coming back so could we do that deal again, please?” And she said yes and I just now got the ticket confirmation and I think I’m pretty clear on how to get an accessibility badge and while I’m not relaxing until I have autograph bookings for the cast, I am still at least going!

But no, I’m not going to see them run live at Wembley. I did try, but they got sold out way too fucking fast. Which is disappointing not just because I wanted to see that once-in-a-lifetime thing, but also because my bestie threw money at me for the tickets pretty much ten seconds after I squeed about it, because he so wanted me to be able to go because I wanted it so much. But I think in the end it’s just as well. The accessibility options for Wembley are a little ... complicated if you’re not straight-up in a wheelchair, apparently.

(Bestie would not let me give the money back. I asked repeatedly. He said no. So I thought long and hard about something he would really want me to have and did that instead. I’ll show you later.)

Anyway, insofar as the convention goes, there is one tiny bummer. See, when I asked for this as my combination Christmas / birthday gift three years ago, I asked my mother to maybe come with me on the Friday. I really want her to see a convention, at least a little bit, on the least busy day so she doesn’t get overwhelmed. So obviously when the opportunity came around again, I asked her to come with me on the Friday. Unfortunately she’s going to be in Montreal so she won’t be able to make it. So I’ve said maybe we can make a day trip of it in May 2024 and I’ll buy her ticket that time. Because gods know this is almost certainly going to be the last convention I attend in full. It’s going to be rough enough as it is.

There is one plus point to Mum not being able to make it, though, and it comes back to yet another previous convention - one that actually happened. When the CR crew came to London five years ago, they had to arrange a separate smaller panel on Sunday because it was standing room only and still hundreds of people couldn’t get in. Seriously, because the UK is easier to reach for people in Europe and other parts of the world than the US is, we got people from all over Europe and beyond. Furthest away I heard about was the Philippines. (Though in fairness it’s going to be slightly more complicated for Europeans this time around because Brexit is in full swing and Freedom of Movement is a thing of the past. Still easier than flying to San Diego, and probably cheaper too.)

Anyway, Sunday panel, I was in the queue, and I’d made it a point to say something nice to people I came across because I wanted them to have as many good memories of the day as possible. So I told the young woman in the queue just ahead of me that I liked her T-shirt. She reciprocated the compliment, we got to talking, and she was saying how she’d really love to find a campaign and that mine sounded fun but wasn’t it a shame she lives in France but I live here in London? At which I had to explain that my party spanned three countries and four time zones at that point. So, two weeks later, we had a new Monster Hunter Ranger in the party, and she’s been a source of delight ever since.

She’s trying to arrange to come back to get pictures with the cast members she missed (Travis and Laura were on paternity leave at the time, and Ashley had Blind Spot to finish), and if she can come, I have offered my sofa for a few days and the possibility of getting a carer badge so that she can help me if I’m in too much pain or hit with a dizzy spell or something. We’ve discussed it and I just told her that if she really feels like she needs to contribute, she can toss me £20 for groceries while she’s here (because you know I am going to take every opportunity to cook for people I care about). I haven’t seen her in person in years and I hope she can come. (I mean, I’d love it if all of my players could come but it’s an expensive trip and I only have so much sofa.)

So yeah, if all plays out according to plan, I’m finally getting those autographs. I do need to decide once and for all whether I want them to sign my copy of Tal’Dorei Reborn or the original Green Ronin Tal’Dorei Campaign Setting. I’m leaning towards the latter just because ... I mean, it’s where they started, and look at them now! Plus I want them to sign something sturdy because while I have kept them in good condition, I do occasionally fear for my small collection of autographs from the likes of Courtenay Taylor, Mark Meer, Ali Hillis, Alix Wilton Regan, Raphael Sbarge (his in particular, honestly), and Troy Baker calling me ‘Rebel Scum’ because I mained a Jedi Consular in SW:TOR.

(Okay, I originally mained a Smuggler in SW:TOR but then my RP guild wanted a healer for Ops so ... yeah. Republic anyway.)

So ... fun D&D session yesterday, and now good news today, and the added gloriousness of, “A bunch of nerdy-ass voice actors are going to sell out Wembley fucking Arena".

Sometimes life is good.

#Thess loves her friends #Tumblr and otherwise #mcm expo

[thefanciestborrower]

13 for James and Laura, 4 and 8 for James, 7 for Ben and Brick, 19 and 47 for Brick, 1 and 43 for Ben, 50 and 38 for Laura. Sorry if it's too much!

No no that’s not too much at all! Goodness I actually rather love getting so many numbers so buckle up we got a lot of ground to cover 

13.) Do they enjoy poetry? James and Laura

Both of them love poetry actually! For James, poetry is one of the few genres of writing he doesn’t have a hard time reading or understanding, so he devours poems like he needs them to live. He simply adores the cadence of old poetry and how you can use them to communicate very complicated feelings with just a few stanzas. His mom actually got him a book of poetry for his birthday when he was maybe ten and it’s his prized possession. The margines are filled with notes and scribble doodles and he brings it everywhere with him

Laura writes much more poetry than she reads, though she does a lot of both. She enjoys writing free verse the most and has journals full of her writing. Sometimes she’ll let James read them and offer critique if she needs it since he’s gotten pretty good at poetry analysis. He loves reading her stuff 

4.) Do they enjoy baking? James

Yes he does! James is actually a pretty good cook all around and baking is definitely something he enjoys quite a bit. I think a while ago I said he wasn’t very good at baking but that was a lie. He’s great at it. He’s that one kid who brings homemade dessert to every event and everything he makes is always gone within ten minutes tops. Also, because he’s a giant, the stuff he makes is giant sized so his human friends are always in luck any time he decides to bring treats.

8.) Do they collect anything? If so what and why? James 

I think he might collect wine corks or something, mostly because that’s something I used to do, and I think he’d probably collect them for the same reason I did. They just smell really nice and have a fantastic texture. He’s got a pretty decent sized box full of them and while he doesn’t know what he wants to do with them, he’s not about to get rid of them either. 

7.) Do they have any unusual fears? Ben and Brick

Hmmmmm good question. Ben is rather scared of spiders, which I guess isn’t exactly an unusual fear lol. I personally love spiders though so it’s unusual to me. He just hates their little beady eyes and all those legs. Nope spiders are up to something and can’t be trusted. 

Brick isn’t scared of much, but he absolutely hates ice skates. That comes from an episode of some ice skating show he watched once where a skater accidentally fell and her fingers were skates over by her partner. Safe to say he refuses to step foot in a skating rink after seeing that. 

19.) How easy is it to become their friend? Brick

Honestly? Not that hard. He doesn’t have many close friends just because of how intimidating and aggressive he can be, but genuinely he’s a pretty friendly guy so if you approach him and aren’t scared off by how physical he can be then he won’t turn down an offer of friendship. Just know that being his friend also means you’re on the menu. This is non negotiable 

47.) Would they lie to get someone else out of trouble? Even if they would have to take that someone else’s place? Brick 

I’m going to say probably not. It’s not because he doesn’t care about the person in trouble, but he’s under the mindset that if you do something stupid then you gotta be man enough to face the consequences. Simple as that. I think...if it were like, a properly dangerous situation though he might consider taking the fall, but that’s a big maybe. 

1.) Do they have any crafting hobbies? Ben

Oh absolutely. He’s not the most artistic person in the world (at least, compared to his brother), but he does love to make props for his little movies. He’s not half bad at it either and can be surprisingly resourceful when it comes to putting together low budget sets, costumes, and other things like that. 

43.) Can they handle stressful situations? Ben

Not incredibly well no. When he’s under too much stress Ben has the tendency to push himself way too hard to the point of pulling several all nighters within a week, and he’ll usually forget to eat during that period too. He just kinda pours all his energy into whatever is stressing him out and gets pretty bad tunnel vision to the point where he’ll whip himself up into a panic attack over the littlest thing and James will have to calm him down, usually by eating him. That forces him to actually, you know, take a break and sleep 

50.) What is your favorite thing about them? Laura

Oh man that’s a tricky question. I think my favorite thing about her is how sweet she is? Because she’s sweet in a very strong way. Like, for her being kind and gentle is 100% a choice and a strength, and she doesn’t let anyone walk over her just because she’s nice if that makes any sense. She won’t go out of her way to start a fight and in fact she’ll avoid that at all costs, but she also won’t hesitate to defend her friends 

38.) What are their dreams like? Do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares? Laura

Oh boy she’s definitely like me where she’ll have nightmares about late assignments and such haha, but her most common one is about having to speak on stage. She’s always a terrible fear of public speaking, which is probably one reason she loves performing ballet. It’s a medium where she can show off her talents for an audience without ever needing to open her mouth you know? Aside from those nightmares she generally has very light, airy dreams if that makes any sense. She’s one of those people who never lost the ability to fly in her dreams, and more often than not will also dream about whatever book she was last reading.

#thank you so much for the excuse to ramble about my characters aaaAAA #I love them so much :’) #ask #nebbynebbu #ask game #uhhhhh #vore mention #I guess since there’s mention of eating people?? #oc stuff #oc ben #oc james #oc brick #oc laura #If anyone ever wants to interact with my guys y’all are more than welcome to

[druckkugelschreiber]

The way I slept for nearly 12 hours and had the wildest dreams. Like the first half of my dreams was fairly normal, Dragon riding, battles, fighting and nearly dying cause my artery got hit (but not dying cause it‘s a dream).

Then I woke around 7 and was like let’s sleep for a few more hours and it actually worked (which is a miracle in itself) but then the weird dream started. Like I have inception dreams from time to time where I wake up only to end up in another dream but at one point my brain went „okay what if this is real this time? If we actually shifted“ so naturally I did a reality test (pressing and intertwining my fingers with each other) and it was good, they didn’t slip through each other, I had the right amount of fingers.

So I guess I thought it was real (maybe it was?!) and obviously my first thought was „if this is real I’m going to try kissing the friend I’m talking too cause a) she‘s cute and looks like Sigrun from DA and b) I’m never doing this in my real world“ which is quite a thought to have, not going to lie. This thought follows me saying „Laura come here“ she climbs onto my loft bed and I say „you know I never kissed anyone right?“ and she promptly kissed me (which was pretty awesome).

I did switch a bit back and forth between whatever this wild dream (?) was and pretend wakefulness. It was originally set in a room in the mountains with snow outside but the hallways outside of my room were more spaceship, but we weren’t actually in space. Also there was still some talk of dragons.

Anyway I got up to test if I could read things, I could and then we left the room idk why anymore. There was a rush of people outside all running around and I went with Laura into the bathroom to talk to her in private (don’t ask why I didn’t do that in my room, it was very coherent but still slightly disjointed). The stalls weren’t visible from the door so Laura went ahead and I followed a but a big creepy guy who I knew was the janitor followed and idk he said something about taking me and narcotics.

I glanced at Laura but willed for her to stay hidden. I had biotic powers. They were disabled because of the sedative he had given me though which to me also explained why everything was fuzzy but things like the sink tile patterns were incredibly detailed. Of course the next best logical thing was to kick him through the door as this was some sort of military training operation. Despite his size and weight he went flying (yay me!) and destroyed the door in the process.

Cora Harper (god I love her so much) was already waiting outside and her people grabbed the guy quickly. In my anger I wanted to charge after him but Cora grabbed me (literally under the arms and lifted me off to the side (sexy yes!)) to have me calm down. She went to deal with the situation (she was allowed to angry yell at the guy) and I did some more reality checks cause I kept slipping in and out of the dream (it was so strange). So once the reality checks were good (even though there were bathroom tiles in the hallway and sinks) I asked her how many kids the guy sedated and she counted down a few and said she was lucky it wasn’t her so they still knew something was off and could save everyone. At that point I was just a bit fuzzy of emotions cause Cora.

And then I woke up and was like „what the fuck just happened?“

And I’m still like „what the fuck just happened?“

Wish I had kissed Cora though

#reality shifting #maybe it was a bit confusing #but pretty cool #schreibers dream diaries

[faithshouseofchaos]

The ghost of Ferrari— ghost!Jules Bianchi x reader

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Rushed ending 🤷‍♀️ angsty I think

Word count 3775 unedited so good luck 👍

Your whole life you’ve been told that you were special. A trem your grandmother used was shadow kissed one foot in the afterlife and one foot in the realm of the living. You thought she was crazy turns out she wasn’t so crazy after all….

It had been a year since you helped Daniel move on to the afterlife and he told you that there was someone who needed your help. Jules Bianchi was stuck in Ferrari as a ghost and had been stuck there since 2015. Right after Daniel had told you about Jules you went straight to the Ferrari motor home and Garage to find him.

It didn’t take long as you had found him with Charles who was talking to Andrea. Jules looked up at you and cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Can you see me?” He asked appearing in front of you, making you jump a little.

You nodded your head, yes trying not to look like a crazy person. Red Bull may have accepted your strangeness but Ferrari was different; they didn’t know you well except for their drivers Charles and Carlos.

Jules looked relieved that you said yes and didn’t think you were crazy. Andrea turned around and looked puzzled to see who Jules was talking to. Charles looked over to Andrea to see his reaction and that is when Jules pointed to you and mouthed “She can see me” then looked back to Charles. Charles shrugged his shoulders in confusion and went back to working on the car.

Charles knew you were a little strange he just shrugged his shoulders and went to focus on the car.

“He can’t see you or hear you Jules,” you told the ghost

Jules looked disappointed and let out a sigh. “Of course, he wouldn’t see me”. Jules rolled his eyes and then looked at you with a smirk. “I know he wouldn’t this is Ferrari and I’m just one of many ghosts haunting this place”.

“Do you think he would notice if a ghost possessed one of the mechanics?” Jules asked with a mischievous grin.

“It doesn’t work like that,” you said

“Anyway, I’m going back to Red Bull you should follow me I feel uncomfortable being here. You know with the whole rivalry thing” you said

“I’ll come with you” Jules replied with a smile. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Yes,” you said unsure of what he was going to ask you.

“Why is it that you can see me and all the others can’t?” Jules asked and you paused wondering how you would explain it to him.

“I- um…. It’s… ah….” how did you explain something like this to a ghost? “It’s because I’m more connected to the afterlife and that’s why I can see you and others can’t”

“It's all about sensitivity. Ghosts can't communicate with just anyone, but I’m able to sense your presence and hear what you have to say It's because I have a natural ability to see and connect with spirits that most people don't have.”

Jules gave you a look of awe and reverence at your explanation. “So I can ask you anything and you’ll be able to talk to other ghosts?”

“Um… yes, if you want me to. I don’t mind” you said as he smiled. “You are the first ghost I’ve ever encountered that hasn’t been able to go to the afterlife. Usually, ghosts have unfinished business that is holding them back and they need someone to relay their message to loved ones”

“Like Daniel who found peace, he told me about you”

Jules’s entire face lit up when you mentioned Daniel. He started grinning and his eyes widened. “He told me about you too! He said that he was excited for me to meet you!”

Jules nods and follows you back to Red Bull the two of you chat and laugh just like Daniel said you would and by the end of the day Jules seems at ease because he has someone he knows cares about him.

“So what’s your unfinished business?” you asked Jules.

“I want someone to win a race in a Ferrari” He replied “Specifically I want Charles to win Monaco in a Ferrari as that was my wish when I crashed and went into a coma. Charles was a child then but this year the race falls on his birthday so I would like him to win.”

“So what are we going to do about that?” You asked

“Oh nothing much, just possess a driver and crash max in turn ten and we should be good!” He replied with a maniacal smile.

Your eyes widened at his response “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jules”

“And how many times do I have to tell you that ghosts can’t possess people” you tell the ghost

Jules shrugged his shoulders “Well I have to try something”.

Suddenly an engine revved and Jules’s expression changed from sad to pure excitement “I think I have an idea”

“Well I’ll just try and haunt you while you are driving, I mean I’ll try and distract you as much as I can. Then you’ll crash, Max will crash as well or make a mistake and I think Charles would win” Jules was grinning widely at his idea.

“Or or or and hear me out I can text Max and tell him what’s going on. You do know he’s my teammate right and that he knows I can talk to ghosts.

Jules stopped in his tracks at the mention of “texting Max”. He gave a confused look and his eyebrows furrowed. “You can text Max?!”

Jules looked at you as if you had said some kind of forbidden art form. He was a bit shocked. “You can text Max?”. Jules repeated. “He will believe you?”

“Yeah he’ll believe me Max was Daniel’s unfinished business so Max knows”

Jules was a bit surprised at the information. “Wait, does Daniel’s family know as well, or just Max?”

“Just Max and some of the other guys kinda know about my abilities but they don’t care”

“Oh I see,” Jules pauses for a moment before speaking “So is there any way you can ask Max to let Charles win? I mean I could also try and possess someone. I mean you did say there is a limit to what ghosts can and can’t do. You think the best thing would be to ask Max to let Charles win?”. Jules was trying to process the information you had just given him.

““If you ask Max and if he listens I will be the happiest ghost on earth.” Jules smiled widely and his eyes widened with a glint of hope and excitement. “You know even if Max doesn’t let Charles win I just want to see a Ferrari win again”.

“Look let me talk to Max and see what I can do and in the meanwhile stay out of trouble” you said

Jules had a massive grin on his face “Really you would do that for me”. Jules was a bit ecstatic and excited. He couldn’t believe someone would even listen to him after all this time. “What if Max doesn’t believe you?” Jules asked “What if he just writes you off as a madwoman.”

“I trust you and even if he doesn’t believe you I will follow through with my plan” Jules seemed determined now. “I will possess somebody who is driving and cause a big mess and hope that in the process Charles wins”. With that he disappears probably to the Ferrari garage smiling with his plan set down. You decide it’s time to text Max.

After a few minutes of texting you finally get a message back from Max “What’s up? -Max”

“Hey Max, can we talk? I know this is going to sound really weird but can you let Charles win in Monaco? - you”.

“Why should I?” - Max

“Please” - you

“What’s the real reason?” -Max

“Because Jules wants Charles to win so he can finally go to the afterlife” - you

“You’re serious?” - Max

“Yeah I am” - you

“Wow” -Max

“Yeah” - you

“This is crazy” -Max

“I know” - you

“Can I meet you so we can talk this out?” - Max

“Yeah of course” - you

You meet up with Max in person and explain to him the situation. “So Jules wants Charles to win” Max states.

“Yeah” you respond “Jules wants Charles to win so he can go to the afterlife”

“So what are you going to do?”. Max asked “Let Charles win or just win the race yourself”.

“I don’t know I mean Jules has been bugging me for a while now I’m in two sides of the fence here”

“I mean I want to win the race” -Max

“I know but if you let Charles win Jules can finally go to the afterlife” - you

“Okay but why is it important to Jules that Charles wins?” - Max

“Because Charles is Jules legacy. Charles wants to do what Jules should have done” you say

“Oh so Jules can’t go to the afterlife until Charles wins? Is this like his unfinished business?”-Max

“Yes it’s Jules unfinished business”

“So if Charles Wins Jules can go to the afterlife”

“Yeah that’s it. The problem is Jules is a bit pushy and impatient and wants to rush things and well yeah.”

“I see” Max says with an expression of interest and fascination.

“So what will you do? Will you let Charles win for Jules?” - you asked Max

“I guess so, yeah why not if it means Jules can finally rest in peace.” Max shrugs his shoulders.

“Thank you” you said, relieved and grateful as Max nodded his head. “One question though, how come you decided to agree to let Charles win?”

In response to your curiosity Max shrugged “well I believe you and even if I didn’t I feel kind of bad for Jules so why not I mean it doesn’t hurt me to lose one race?”

“So you’ll let Charles win?” You ask with disbelief and Max chuckles.

“Yes I’ll let Charles win. If Jules is really that desperate to get to the afterlife then I’ll let him get his wish”. Max smiled at his own generosity.

“Thank you max it means a lot”

“No problem if that’s what Jules wants I mean besides what would Jules do if I didn’t let Charles win? Possess a driver? The chances of that are near impossible” Max says with a slight smirk.

“You’d be surprised Jules really wants to possess someone” you said

Max looks a little concerned and his expression changes “So you’re telling me Jules wants to possess someone to affect this race?”

“Yeah but don’t worry it doesn’t work like that” you reassured him.

Max laughs “Oh thank goodness”

In response you chuckle “Yeah Jules was really pushing it and I wouldn’t put it past him to try the impossible”.

Max laughs, knowing that Jules can be a stubborn brat at times. “Yeah he was like that when he was alive too”

Monaco Grand Prix day has finally arrived and you sit in the Red Bull motorhome anxiously waiting for the race to begin. You couldn’t wait for the race to begin because you couldn’t wait for Jules to finally get his peace. You were thinking back to when you talked to Max and you told him that Jules is extremely impatient and would do whatever it took to get Charles to win this race.

Charles has won the pole and Max has qualified 2nd. You can see Jules ghost floating outside the pits and it looked like he was getting more and more impatient as the race nears. Jules was becoming so impatient that you could see it in his facial expressions.

“Come on start already” Jules whispered to himself

“It’ll be fine Jules I’m sure Charles will win” you tell the excited ghost.

“I know I know I’m just a bit worried that something is going to happen to Charles” Jules replied nervously “I don’t know why but I can feel that something is going to go wrong.”

“Hey it’ll be okay Charles is on pole max is in second and I’m in third. Max and I will defend Charles” you reassure the ghost “I got to go it almost race time”

Jules seemed a bit relieved by your words and nodded his head “Okay thank you again” He smiled and waved good bye as you walk closer to the pit lane, the pit wall opens as you see the other 19 drivers get into their cars. It was definitely going to be a hot one.

The red lights were getting ready and after a few seconds they switched off. The drivers were ready to go and Charles took the lead of the race as you and Max followed. The race was beginning and it was going to be a hell of a ride.

After the first lap the race was going as expected. Charles in the lead, you and max holding tight to your respective positions. Charles looked like the favourite to win but you couldn’t help but believe something bad was going to happen, but why? It felt like a feeling that couldn’t explain it.

After lap 2 Charles started to pull away from the pack and had a slight lead on you and max. He was looking so much faster it seemed like a walk in the park. Your gut feeling of something bad happening was still there and you couldn’t help but feeling unsettled. You couldn’t keep your eyes off Charles, you were hoping that nothing went wrong.

As the race went on and the laps ticked by your feeling of something bad happening didn’t go away. Charles was looking more and more confident and it seemed like nobody was even close to catching him. You felt that Jules would get impatient very soon but you were sure he would never possess someone so it wasn’t too much of a concern.

Just like how you predicted, something went wrong and the brakes on your car failed causing you to crash into a barrier as you spun around, Max was still keeping Charles at bay but the gap was shortening. You had lost multiple positions because of your crash and you couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated and angry.

As max and Charles were fighting for the lead of the race they couldn’t help but notice your crash and your engine started making weird sounds ending your race . The race was coming to an end and it was Charles and max fighting for first place with you in the back of the pack. You saw Max catch up to Charles and it seemed like a photo finish as they crossed the line and the winner was announced.

Charles was announced the winner of the Monaco Grand Prix and with that Jules ghost’s unfinished business was finally completed. There was a feeling of relief and joy as the red bull garage celebrated. Even Max was celebrating and looked at you with a smile of accomplishment and relief.

You couldn’t help but think that Jules had in some ways helped Charles win this race. You also couldn’t help but feel relieved that Jules’s unfinished business was completed and he could finally go to the afterlife and be at peace. The weekend was a good one for the whole team and everyone was happy.

With this done and Jules finally able to go to the afterlife you felt a feeling of closure that you haven’t felt for a very long time. The feeling was a sense of satisfaction and relief. You didn’t have to worry about Jules anymore and you could focus on the next race. You felt excited and at the same time a bit sad because it was the last time you would ever have to consider Jules’s unfinished business. You couldn’t help but to think that Jules finally got what he wanted.

With this done and Jules finally able to go to the afterlife you felt a feeling of closure that you haven’t felt for a very long time. The feeling was a sense of satisfaction and relief. You didn’t have to worry about Jules anymore and you could focus on the next race. You felt excited and at the same time a bit sad because it was the last time you would ever have to consider Jules’s unfinished business. You couldn’t help but to think that Jules finally got what he wanted.

With Jules’s unfinished business now settled you felt a lot more at peace. Jules had finally found peace and it seemed like it was time for you to do the same. The pressure of Jules’s unfinished business was gone and now you could finish the race in good grace. You didn’t have to worry about Jules getting impatient or desperate and if he did, well it was too late for that now that his unfinished business was completed.

“Do you want to say goodbye to Charles?” You asked Jules.

Jules looked excited and a bit hesitant at the same time but finally he nodded his head. “Yeah I would like to say goodbye to Charles”

You both walked over to where Charles was talking to the team as well as Max. Charles looked a bit surprised to see you because after you crashed he figured you would be mad at him but you couldn’t be mad at him. Instead you were here with a smiling face and Jules by your side.

“Charles can we go somewhere private I need to talk to you”

Charles seems a bit confused by your request but he nods his head and follows you to a private area. “What’s up?” Charles asks you.

Jules was floating behind you and he looked relieved as he hovered beside you as you spoke to Charles.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved when you saw Jules’s expression. He looked like someone who finally got to the finish line after running a long marathon.

“I just wanted to talk to you in private because I have something very important to tell you.”

Charles is looking a bit hesitant and puzzled but he nods his head and nods for you to speak . “So what is it you want to tell me”

“Before I get to what I want to tell you I just want to say congratulations on winning the race” -you

Charles smiles and looks like he’s surprised by your response because you crashed and lost multiple positions. You seem calm and collected unlike what he expected.

“You were fast out there and you deserve the win no doubt. I know you worked really hard to get to the finishing line and it seems like you succeeded. It was your time and no one could take that away from you” Charles looks at you surprised but can’t help but appreciate your kind words.

“Thank you” Charles says with a big smile on his face “I couldn’t have done it without my team. The support they gave along the way was unbelievable and I knew I could count on them to help me get to the finishing line”

“Well you certainly have a team that believes in you and I can see why” you say with a smile “now Charles can I tell you something I was planning to tell you before the race started?”

“Of course, what is it?” Charles asks you interested.

“You know how I’m able to see things that aren’t there?”

Charles looks even more shocked and bewildered by this information “Yes I have heard that you can see all kinds of things that aren’t there but what does this have to do with me?”

“Well one of those things was a ghost and that ghost was Jules” you said

Charles looks at you with a mixed expression of surprise and bewilderment “Wait you saw Jules?”

“Yes and I’ve seen him many times. He’s been with me for quite a while now and he’s been very pushy for you to win this race.”

You finally see some of the puzzle pieces clicking for Charles. He is starting to form an idea of what you are about to tell him. Charles looks a bit concerned and worried “And Jules is still here isn’t he?”

“Yeah you were his unfinished business Charles. Jules been with you all this time” you explained

Charles stares at you in disbelief and a bit of fear. It seems like reality was setting in and he was starting to see the bigger picture. Jules had been with him the whole time and he had a hand in him winning the race.

“So Jules wants me to win the race?” Charles finally asked you after processing the information you’d shared.

“Yes Jules wants you to win the race because he feels like you are his legacy and your success is kind of his success as well. He sees a lot of himself in you Charles.”

“And he’s proud of you Charles” “he is extremely proud of you and your accomplishments. He truly wants you to be the legacy he couldn’t become” you say with an optimistic tone.

“Does Jules have anything else he wants from me for being his legacy?”- Charles

“he did he just wanted you to win your home race Charles and you did that and he’s proud of you Charles” you tell him

“Oh” Charles replied with an expression of relief. “So are telling me Jules should finally be able to head to the afterlife now?”

“Yes I believe now that you’ve accomplished his unfinished business Jules would be able to head to the afterlife and get the closure he’s been looking for. He finally would get to be at peace” you say with a smile

“Well then I hope Jules gets the peace he’s been looking for so long” Charles says looking a bit sad that Jules was finally moving onto the afterlife but he was also happy that Jules was able to make it to the finish line and his unfinished business is finally completed.

“Just know that Jules is always going to be with you Charles, he thinks of you as his legacy and that’s something you should be very proud of.”

“Well I just hope I can carry on Jules’s legacy.” Charles responds with a smile “I will try to be the best I can be and make Jules proud.”

#jules bianchi #jb17 #formula one imagine #formula 1 aus #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one x y/n #formula one x oc #formula one oneshot #formula one fanfiction #formula one #formula one au #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 x oc #f1 x female driver #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fiction #f1 fic #f1 female driver #f1 fanfic #formula one fic #max verstappen f1 #charles leclerc

[papermariotheorigamikingfan]

The legion enter the Pokémon universe

Olly said legion we are going to enter the Pokémon universe!

Rubber said where in that universe Olly?

Olly said the galar region that’s where we are going.

Hole punch said no please any region but that!

Scissors said what is so bad about it?

Hole punch said I nearly got killed by a girl!

Rubber said a girl?

Hole punch said well there were two of them one looked beautiful while the other one looked sporty.

One was wearing glasses and the other one wasn’t wearing any glasses and there was a boy behind them!

Jean said are you talking about Rebecca and Laura by any chance?

Hole punch said yeah why do you know them?

Jean said yes I do I have seen her room and even she puts my drawings to shame so I am jealous of her.

Rubber takes a book from him

And reads it

Rubber said dear grambi how many pages!

Jean said yes that’s her writing rubber too neat.

Hole punch said said and her type of music?

Jean said the 2000s.

Hole punch said that’s not great.

Olly said you are all going and then bring me the girls!

They all go through a portal and landed in a forest

Hole punch said thank goodness it’s not the gym.

Rubber said is it me or is this place creepy?

Olly said I am just going to sit on this blue rock.

Sits down but heard a Pokémon scream

Hattrem said what is your problem I am a Pokémon not a rock!

Olly said it talks!

Hattrem said of course I can!

Another Pokémon that looks like it appears but taller

Hatterene said what’s wrong hattrem?

Hattrem said this origami king sat on me without my permission!

Hatterene said okay I will go and alert master about the situation.

She leaves

Hattrem said you have messed up now!

Olly said I’m sorry will you forgive me.

Hattrem said no.

Hole punch said oh no she’s coming we are done for!

I arrived

I say which one of you tried to hurt my Pokémon!

Everyone points at Olly

I walk towards him

Olly swears under his breath

I pick him up by the neck using my right hand

Olly said please let go.

I grip harder

Please I didn’t mean to also you have a strong right hand so please let go of me I won’t do it again.

I promise.

I let go and he gasped for air

I say never do that again!

I kick him in the face and leave

Olly said ow that hurt she’s definitely the tesundre type of person but she didn’t have to kick me with her right foot!

Hole punch said see what I told you that gym leader is a killer!

Scissors said looks like I have a rival.

Tape said shall we go and find out.

Hole punch said I am not going.

They reached the gym and go inside.

Scissors said now where is that little?

They see a turf war arena in the stadium

Laura said I am going to win!

Ralph said no I am going to win!

I say not if I beat both of you first!

Gym ref said and begin!

We begin shooting at each other

Olly said what the!

They are not humans!

But squids!

Laura said uh Rebecca they are watching us?

I look at them

Rubber said now that is something you don’t see everywhere in our universe.

I say don’t look at us!

Olly said I am sorry for disturbing you but what happened to the normal tone?

Laura since we are in our in inkling and octoling form.

Ralph said we talk in squid language.

Olly said so what were you doing in the stadium then?

I say having a turf war with each other.

Ralph said I almost had her but you just had to ruin it.

Rubber said I want to join!

I say no don’t touch us!

She touched my arm and turned into a octoling

Rubber said what happened to me?

Laura said you turned into a octoling.

Olly said well we just lost one of our legion members.

They see scissors turn into a inkling

Jean said make that two.

Tape said let’s leave.

They leave

Olly said I guess I will aswell come on hole punch.

They also leave along with Olivia and stapler

Scissors said so how exactly does turf war work?

Rubber plays with her octoling hair

We are on route 9

Scissors said can we still swim?

Runs to the water

I say you can’t you don’t have any bones in your body!

Scissors said okay prove it.

I do the cross on my chest

And jump in

But die and they see a squid soul and I appear back on land

Scissors said I see so I die if I touch water.

I say yes but luckily you can re spawn.

Scissors said can we turn back to normal king Olly kicked us out of the legion.

I say yes.

I turn them into humans

I say it’s a shield if it breaks your inkling and octoling form will appear.

Back in the origami universe

Jean said so we have lost both scissors and rubber band.

Tape said where are we going to find replacements for them?

King Olly said I don’t know tape.

At least we managed to escape.

Hole punch said yes I didn’t like the region one bit.

To be continued

#splatoon 3 #paper Mario the origami king #legion of stationary

[pi-mimi-for-hire]

IN CHARACTER TASK 004 : INTERROGATIONS

mentioned: @charfletchh @n8-shaw​​

Nothing about this right. She should feel safer with the FBI around, with her lawyer sister walking in with her as she faced yet another interrogation. From the mystery notes to the leaked time capsule videos, it was clear that something bigger was going on than a some threatening text messages. A part of her wanted to spill everyone as she sat in front of the agents, to tell them everything she knew. Laura Madison-Bhatt, her sister, shot her look that made her shut her mouth. 

“Thank you for coming in, Miss Madison-Bhatt.” Agent Choi says with a kind smile. Mimi returns it half-heartedly. 

“You can call me, Mimi. My last name is a mouthful.” She offers, glancing at Laura who nods approvingly. Mimi’s eyes catch Agent Murray’s. Those dark eyes analyze her in way that has Mimi shifting in her seat. 

“I imagine this must be fascinating to you. I hear you are a budding detective.” It would be fascinating if she wasn’t the one being interrogated. “You ever thought about joining the bureau? Like your parents?” Mimi smiles shyly, avoiding the handsome agent’s eyes. Agent Choi was the perfect person for the I can help you if you work with me angle. “One day, maybe. Have you met by dads?” 

“I’ve consulted with them.” Agent Murray speaks up from the corner of the room. “They are good people.” 

“Our parents are not relevant to the matter at hand.” Laura cuts in. She was the picture of cool and collected compared to her little sister’s obvious discomfort. “I request that you ask your questions so my client can get back to her finals.”

“Fair enough. Can you talk about your time capsule video? Give us some context for the clip that was leaked?” Agent Choi asks gently. 

A frown comes to her as Mimi bites on her lip. “I made that video the summer before this semester. I wasn’t sure if I would be coming back to Ogden. My freshman year had been rough and all I could think about was how it wouldn’t get better.” She shared. Her eyes became blurry at the thought. Agent Choi offers her a tissue which she quickly takes to dab at her eyes. “It was supposed to be positive. One of those keep going type messages. Whoever leaked it kept that part out.” 

“Were you aware that Greer Morrison had submitted a video at the end of last year?”  

Her face scrunched at the question. She had reiterated many times that Greer and her were not friendly and they still asked the same question. The effort was applaudable. If you ask the same question enough times, a slip can occur. “No, I do not.” She had to stay firm, stay confident.

“Had you ever heard of anything regarding THE NAIVE NEWCOMER using steroids?”

Mimi blinked. “Is that true?” They don’t answer. It didn’t make sense. Kit had the look of a poster boy for an anti-drug campaign. No, there was something wrong here. The agents had to be fishing for information. “Kit did not seem like the type. He wouldn’t do something like that.” It wasn’t plausible. 

“Are you confident?” One of the agents asks. “Yes.” No. 

“Had Greer brought up breaking up with him ever? Or anything of the sort, like she did in her video?” 

“Greer would never share her relationship problems with me.” Mimi explained. “I thought it was an odd pairing. Kit seemed sweet and genuine and Greer was...” Cruel, conceited, a mega bitch. A ton of different words came to mind but a sharp stare from Laura stops her from saying anything damming. “... not that.”

“Do you have any reason to believe THE GOLDEN GIRL would want to leave Ogden College?”

Mimi snorts, shaking her head rapidly. “She ran this place and unless she has another kingdom out there, no, I can’t see her leaving.” The agents nod. They seem to be silently communicating with one another as their eyes meet. Did she say the wrong thing? 

"What do you know a student named Charlotte Fletcher?"

Mimi tilts her head in confusion. “Charlie is my roommate. She's okay, I guess. We aren’t friends. She ran with Greer and her crowd and I had my own.” A  fake smile crosses her face as if she recalls something funny. “She pretended I didn’t exist for the most part, but she’s been really nice lately. It’s a complete 180. I don’t trust her.” The words slip out and the agents are quick to write something down. Oops. Laura, meanwhile, smiles. 

“And her relationship with Greer?" 

“It was… tense from my observations. It was a very fake friendship. In front of people they were besties but I could hear fights between them. I’m pretty sure she’s trying to take Greer’s spot. Someone has to be on the Iron Throne.”

A smile escapes Agent Jones. “Do you think that’s a fair comparison?” 

“Only thing missing is some dragons and white walkers, which would make things more interesting.” She replies. The formerly frowning agent chuckles, before going stoic again. 

"How about Nathaniel Shaw? His relationship with Greer?" 

Of all the names they could have brought up, Nate was not one she expected. “He worked for her family. He was the pool boy, I think.” She knew. It was one of the first things she looked into before approaching him about a side mission. “I am not too sure what their relationship was. They hung out and it seemed friendly.”  

“It’s been great talking with you, Mimi.” Officer Choi says, standing from his seat position. “I hope to see your name on the list at Quantico someday.” Mimi smiled, thanking each of them for their time. What would it take for this to be over?

#➳not all tears are evil ➳ #mimi madison bhatt #ogdentask #ictask004

[tumbleassbitch]

another lost soul (letting my instinct take control) | The Quarry | TravisxLaura

Characters: Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett, The Hackett family Summary: Max dies in the cellar. This changes everything.

Chapter 7/? | Chapter 6

The days pass by in a jumble of late nights and early mornings, and somewhere in the middle of it all, Travis stops locking her cell.

He never mentions it, and it’s almost funny how the subject feels better left unsaid. 

It’s not like she has full reign of the building, though. One night, she tries the door that bridges the gap between the holding cells and the rest of the precinct, only to find the lock still firmly in place.

Disappointing, but not surprising. 

Still, she has free access to the showers whenever she wants. Laura takes full advantage of this, thank you very much, and a clean and neatly folded towel replaces her used one every morning like clockwork.

She’s not sure what to make of it. Their carefully-held routine is starting to shift, and though their conversations strictly revolve around the research and her notes, it still feels too normal.

But this is what she wanted, right? Some show of trust, a break in the arguing and tension between each interaction. She even finds herself fighting back a smile at times, distracted from the fucking bizarre circumstances they’re in.

(“Oh, that one?” he asks one morning, wrinkling his nose at the case file in her hand. “That couple was weird.” 

“Weird how?” 

“They, uh. Called themselves ‘furries?’”)

Laura hates the way her body starts to ease in his presence, knowing that as comfortable as she might start to feel, nothing about this is normal. A significant few pieces of the puzzle are still missing, and there's only one reason that could be. 

A wildfire released Silas, but how did it start? Did someone do it intentionally, or was it just cosmic bad luck? And were there any survivors of the rest of the show? 

And speaking of that, where the fuck did Harum Scarum come from, anyways? There’s barely anything in the official records for the victims. The ones who were able to be identified didn’t have much in the way of birth records or family name. 

It’s like they only existed for the circus, and the moment that went up in flames, everything about their lives vanished, too.

“You have to tell me about the fire,” Laura says with finality on Sunday. 

They’re back in his office, and Travis sits on the edge of his desk, one knee higher than the other. It’s hotter than usual today, and he’s broken uniform by rolling up his sleeves and popping a button on his collar.

“It destroyed our community,” Travis replies frankly, taking a drink from the beer clutched loosely between calloused fingers. “It killed dozens. Silas managed to survive.”

“But how?”

“Hay fire. It spread so fast that not many had a chance to escape.” His eyes gain a distant look. “It killed my predecessor, scalped our first responder unit. Set our town back by decades.”

“Is that why…?” Laura waves a hand at the general disarray of the place.

“This?” he asks with a tint of bewilderment. “No, this is a sheriff’s station. It used to be a police department, but that was relocated to a newer building.” He huffs a silent laugh. “Wasn’t necessary in the end, turns out.” 

Something still itches in the back of her mind. “There has to be more to this. How could all of this come from something as- as random as a wildfire?”

“Sometimes…” Travis says hesitantly, “life just turns out that way for people like us.”

People like us. Laura scowls. “I don’t buy it.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says, effectively shutting the conversation down.

“Um, yes, it does,” she says incredulously. “Travis, we don’t know where these people came from or where they were heading next, only that they died here and let loose a freaking werewolf. Every detail matters!”

“We know where they came from,” he says abruptly. “I’ve got records of the last towns they visited before ours. I don’t know where they were heading, no, but… if you think that’s gotta be relevant, then let’s look at them again.”

“Really?”

He leans forward, and his beer lightly taps against his shoe. “Yeah.”

.

.

Kaylee stops by on Sunday, too, which strikes her a bit odd because girls their age should honestly have something better to do on the weekend.

She doesn’t mean to judge, and the girl is a total sweetheart, but there’s no way Laura would spend all of her apparent free time with her gloomy uncle. 

If she were back home right now, Laura would be trying to soak up as much summer sun as possible. It’s not like they had the money to travel, but if Hackett’s Quarry hadn’t come up as a summer job opportunity, then maybe they would’ve gone on a staycation?

Max’s parents never cleared out her old room, anyways, and they were due for their 25th wedding anniversary trip in August. There would’ve been plenty of room to make the house their own for the week.

But that’s beside the point.

Laura takes one look at Kaylee happily joining them on the main floor, setting up camp at a dusty table, and thinks, Why are you here? Especially on a day like this, where a late afternoon dip in the lake sounds practically divine. 

Not to mention she doesn’t have any of her fucking clothes, and it’s only getting hotter! All she’s got are t-shirts and baggy sweatpants that are way too thick for any airflow, and she has to sinch them tight and cuff them at the ankle. 

It would raise way too many questions if she outright asks for a pair of shorts in front of his niece, so she just leaves the mop to the side and camps out in front of the dingy little fan set up in the main floor.

“Are there any fun events in the summer for North Kill?” Laura asks when given a window of opportunity. Travis isn’t hovering nearby, and Kaylee’s more than happy to make small talk.

“Fun events? Like, music festivals?”

“Um… like, carnivals, that sort of thing.”

Kaylee blanches. “We haven’t had carnivals in a few years. Sorry, Jess.” 

She buries her nose in her painting, and when Travis comes back from the fastest piss on record, Kaylee quietly excuses herself to the restroom and doesn’t return until much later.

.

.

It occurs to her when they’re eating dinner one night. She’s zoning off in thought, restless and exhausted at once, when Travis snaps under her unintentional stare.

“You got something you want to share with the class?” he asks with a sneer.

“She needs friends,” Laura blurts without meaning to. 

First confusion, then understanding clicks behind his eyes, and his frown sags even deeper. “That’s something you don’t need to worry about.”

“I’m not, like, losing sleep over it,” she says irritatedly.

“No- You, look.” His mouth twists as if he just swallowed something bitter. “Kaylee is… she’s had a rough go of it. And the older she gets, the more of her friends move out of town while she’s stuck behind.”

“Y’know, she could leave town when it isn't the full moon…” Laura starts, but Travis just leans back, resting his head against the wall. 

“If she leaves, she’s never coming back.”

“Why?”

He pierces her with brooding eyes under dark lashes. “Would you?”

It’s a fair point, and she can’t necessarily deny it. “Kaylee seems like a smart girl. She knows the risk she’d pose without being contained on a full moon.”

“Smart’s got nothin’ to do with it,” he says tiredly. “I just don’t want her to get her hopes up only for this to be some ploy of yours.”

“I’m not that heartless.” He cocks a brow, and she scoffs. “As if you know anything about me. It’s a good strategy, I’ll give you that. But I won’t. She’s just likable.”

“Yeah, I know. And that’s the problem.”

.

July 13th, 2022

Travis has her cataloging old parking tickets that are past due, which has Laura lamenting on the honest-to-god devastating gap in automated systems for North Kill. She’s found a steady rhythm, unfortunate for all the unlucky bastards who haven’t paid up yet, when Travis’ radio jolts to life.

“Code eight off of Badinger Road and Crest Hill. Requesting assistance, over.”

Travis tilts his head back, looking at the pockmarked ceiling as if it can answer the call for him. When the caller repeats his message, he meets her stare.

His mouth quirks, and he shrugs ever so minutely as if to say, Well, here it is. “This is Sheriff Hackett. I copy.”

Holy shit. He’s actually leaving.

“Does it sound dangerous?” Kaylee asks, concern lacing her tone.

“Nope,” he says easily, rapping his knuckles against the table as he stands.

“Can I come with?”

“Nope.” He hesitates oh-so briefly, then smirks. “I need you to keep an eye on my intern.”

“Totally!” Kaylee agrees easily. “We’ll stick around, keep ourselves out of trouble…”

Laura bites back a scowl, smiling sunnily up at him. “What about my on-the-job hours?”

He raises his brows, gesturing lazily to the cleaning supplies left on the table, and leaves without a word. Bastard. 

“Well, dangit,” Kaylee mutters, grabbing a metal tool to scrape at her canvas. “That radio blurp made me mess up.”

He’s probably going to lock the building doors from the outside, fire risk be damned.

“So… How d’ya like working for my uncle?”

“Huh?” she asks, turning back to Kaylee. The girl has a funny look on her face.

“For years, my uncle’s worked alone. And now you’re here, which means there’s all sorts of dirt you must have on him. Or not, which makes this a bit more fun. Well, from my position, at least.”

“...Dirt?” Laura repeats dumbly. What are they talking about right now?

“Oh, c’mon! Lighten up a bit,” Kaylee says with a crooked grin. “I know how intimidating he can be, being the sheriff and all. But he honestly just cares a lot. My dad’s always said that he wanted to be a cop for as long as he can remember. They’re practically a decade apart, y’know? So, imagine being the much-older brother of two snot-nosed brats.”

She snorts. “Like, y’all would probably get used to reinforcing the rules long before getting out of high school.”

A different image than the strapping young and uniformed Travis comes to mind: a scrawny pre-teen, voice cracking in indignation over being put in charge of two toddlers.

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” Laura says thoughtfully.

Kaylee nods sagely. “If my dad is half as dumb as he was as a kid, then I can’t imagine what being the eldest would be like. Especially with… well, anyways,” she trails off. 

She wants to press, but doesn’t know how appropriate it might be. Curiosity wins over. “Especially with what?” Laura gently inquires.

Kaylee’s mouth twists as if she took a bite out of something sour. “Family stuff. Not really worth sharing, you know?”

“I get it,” she says, accepting the unspoken rejection for what it is.

“How about you?” Kaylee steers the conversation back effortlessly. “What’s your family like?”

Dead, she almost blurts, so accustomed to shutting down the topic before it even starts. But then, Kaylee has no idea who she is, and she’s truly been super kind to her. Being rude would feel like kicking a puppy.

“Honestly…? Pretty fucking awful.”

“Oh!” Kaylee frowns. “Um, sorry to hear. Family can be… kinda hard, huh?”

When Kaylee leaves the silence hanging, Laura chews her lip. “You could say that again.”

“Is that why you left for college?” she asks quietly. Her eyes are fixated on the assortment of paints in her tray.

“Maybe,” Laura says with a small smile. “But I always wanted to work with animals for as long as I can remember.”

“They’re easier than people,” Kaylee agrees.

Laura grins softly. “Totally. The fact that my university was a few hours away just happened to be a huge bonus. And one day, I’m gonna move to the west coast. Get out of New York, and never look back.”

“Wow,” is all she says. Chewed down fingernails fumble around a paintbrush. Finally, “I can’t imagine what that would be like.”

Yes, you can, is almost on the tip of her tongue, but then she remembers, no, she can’t.

There’s a reason Travis’ niece can’t go to college, or leave far from town. Hell, they’re both at this awkward age between high school and college, so who knows when the last time was that she got to hang out with friends who haven’t moved away?

If you aren’t able to at least sort of travel, or stick around in a solid job with coworkers, or go to school, then…

You become lonely. 

And now, looking back at the eager way Kaylee has greeted her despite knowing nothing about her, the overt friendliness and blatant inability to recognize red flags… all of it’s starting to make sense.

This curse does more than turn people into demons; it makes them face their own.

“Maybe one day,” Laura says softly, and though the smile she gets back is sad, at least it isn't downright hopeless.

They talk about other things— the latest movies, their favorite artists, trivial pieces that can make up a whole person. That’s how Laura finds out that Kaylee is obsessed with Mean Girls and Coldplay— their old albums, not the new stuff— and that before they moved, her dad took them to a country band concert in Charlotte that inspired her to learn how to paint light.

Travis comes back a little past seven o’clock, flushed and slightly out of breath from no doubt taking the stairs two steps at a time. Upon seeing her in the exact same place that he left her, naked surprise dawns on his face.

“Before you get upset," Kaylee starts, "I made Jess sit and chat with me, for once, instead of polishing your cabinets. Plus, it’s Sunday! She’s basically here all the time.”

Travis lifts an appeasing hand, the earlier shock wrapping up into easy amusement. For all the times he's flopped in keeping a straight face, this an effortless fusion. “Didn’t know you were appointed to be her attorney tonight.”

Kaylee shrugs. “Civil duties and all that.” She gathers her things, leaving the canvas behind to dry. “It was really great hanging out with you again, Jess.” Kaylee smiles gently. “We should exchange numbers!”

“Yes,” Laura agrees instantly.

“No,” Travis says.

Kaylee shifts her eyes between the two, her smile fading into a look of confusion. "What? C'mon, T, it's not like you own her."

Travis’ mouth thins into a grim line. "I can't mix family with work. You know that." 

Apparently, she does. Kaylee flushes a mottled red, rage and humiliation twisting her soft features into something that looks a little too sharp.

Feral.

Laura almost takes a step back. But then the storm subsides, and the aftermath is just a hurt, embarrassed girl.

“Right,” Kaylee mutters wetly. 

Without another word, she ducks her head and leaves.

.

July 14th, 2022

“I need you to stay away from my niece,” Travis announces.

Laura snorts, pinning another tack on the map that swamps the back wall of a corner office.

They’ve made good progress since he brought up the apparent endless data on Harum Scarum’s last recorded towns, and the past several evenings have seen a slow march of pins gradually overtake the greater north of New York. 

Harum Scarum didn’t have any sort of internet presence on their own, and local newspapers only got them so far. The real treasure trove of information was social media, and Travis definitely kept record.

It looks like a paper bomb went off in the tiny office. Search results from hashtags, groups, and community pages from the last decade are carefully organized by year, then month, spanning the desk, floor and walls. The amount of paper is almost laughable, if it wasn’t so damn much.

Laura gingerly steps between the papers on the floor, keeping an eye out for the next one in the sequence. There it is. Colton, she mouths. Travis steps in her way when she moves to place it.

“I’m serious,” he says.

“When are you not?” she deadpans. 

“I’m trying to be reasonable here.”

“Stop talking.”

The muscle in his jaw ticks, and the thin composure he’s been holding since yesterday finally begins to crack. "This is my family you're messing with."

"And this is my life!" she screams over him.

So deal with it, Travis, is what she tries to say next, except her breath comes out in a heave, and her eyes embarrassingly begin to sting. Laura looks away, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

She hopes he'll move on from it, that this will be another one of those things he never mentions again and they can keep up this back and forth dance that straddles the line between begrudging partners and mortal enemies. 

Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the message. 

“I didn’t mean for this to get so… complicated.”

Colton is somewhat north of here and along Raquette River. Can werewolves cross rivers, or do those count as clear water?

“This isn’t— I don’t make a habit of grabbing folks and putting their lives on hold.”

She can’t help it, “You’ve done this before?”

“Absolutely not,” he says earnestly, stepping even closer. “It’s not like I’ve ever had the chance.”

Absently, Laura feels a sense of horror.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says bluntly, obviously reading where her mind has gone. “If I can’t ward them off first, and they manage to stumble head on into this shit like you did and survive, my family always manages to deal with them their own way.”

“Cool,” she says.

He gives her a cold look. “Believe it or not, I’m tired of bloodshed. I did what was best at the time, and these are the consequences.” This is the price for your life.

“But I’ve shown you I can be trusted,” she says fiercely. “Don’t act like I’m just this, this fucking loud-mouth idiot who’s going to run for the hills the moment I get a text.”

“When the fuck have I said that?'' he replies exasperatedly. “This isn’t about you, this is my niece! Kaylee hasn’t had a goddamn normal year since she was sixteen!”

“Yeah, I kinda figured.”

“You don’t get it. Who do you think spent the day with her when prom fell on a full moon? Or when she had to drop out of the marching band ‘cause she missed too many games?”

“I do get it,” she says heatedly. “Woe is you, woe your family, woe your fucking life! But obviously things aren’t working out, so maybe it’s time to try something new!”

“So that’s it, huh?” he asks, face morphing into an ugly sneer. “You’re that shiny knight that’s gonna save my niece? Is that how you see yourself?”

You slimy mother-fucker. Her fury catches a second wind. It’s had all night and day to fester, especially since Kaylee didn’t show up today. The girl’s life is a fucking live-action tragedy, and she’ll be damned if she lets it go down that path any further.

 “Kaylee is drowning,” she says with a hiss, “and all she’s got to show for it is a fucking nightmare of a social life, apparently.”

Laura steps right into Travis’ face, forcing him to feel her words.

“Any day now, she’s going to wake up and realize that mauling some rando in a nature reserve is better than staying here another second, wasting away!”

They’re practically chest to chest. He looms over her.

“This conversation is over,” he says quietly. Deadly.

“You know it isn’t. Not till Silas is dead,” she says, voice flat and bone-weary. “Maybe even after.”

They stand there in heavy silence, too much left to say and not enough room for it. All of it is too much to bear— the stacking bodies, the ticking clock on Kaylee’s sanity. 

Hell, her own sanity. Sometimes, she wakes up at night with the strong sensation of being watched, only to find no one there. Shadows flutter at the edges of her periphery during the day. And rarely, though she’ll never admit it, Laura can swear her mind doesn’t feel like her own. 

It’s like the voice in her head has taken on a serrated edge to it, not unlike the tone that her father used to have before he actually took the plunge.

It terrifies her. She’s been fighting the world’s preconception of her for so fucking long, crawling on hands and knees to appease them. And this? It’s like finding out that maybe they were right.

Maybe she is doomed to turn out like a murderer.

“I can be a friend,” she says, mentally squirming from the road her thoughts went down. Something unreadable flashes across his face. “I want to be Kaylee’s friend. Family can’t be everything.” 

He doesn’t respond, and she powers through. "We need other people to fill those spots in our lives. When’s the last time you hung out with friends you weren’t related to?”

Travis blinks, and the walls come back up. Dark, cool eyes appraise her calculatingly, sweeping across her face and dipping below. The already negligible distance between them waxes and wanes with each breath, and she feels the heave of his chest against her own.

Suddenly, the room feels claustrophobic. 

“Look up the town of Wildwood,” he says, voice low. His breath tickles the wisps of hair that escaped her ponytail.  “The page should be somewhere from 2015.”

“...Huh?”

He rolls his eyes, and the moment breaks. He exits their orbit first, digging through the stacks himself.

She can see the moment he finds it; the line in his back straightens, a perfect portrait of unassuming confidence. He assesses the map with calculative intensity, then makes a beeline for another stack, apparently finding the same thing.

“What is it?”

“I used to visit the old cemetery with my friends back in highschool,” he says, conversationally insane.

Apparently, she’s not the only one with a screw loose. “That’s… not what I asked.”

“It is,” he says simply, “but that’s not the point. The point is, according to this, I wasn’t the only one. Harum Scarum set their circus up next to the cemetery in several of these towns, and I’d bet you these weren’t the only ones.”

“Maybe they liked the spooky vibes?”

He’s pacing now. “‘Spooky vibes,’” he says with agitated finger quotes, “don’t pay the bills like good foot traffic, and these four town cemeteries sure as hell aren’t situated in an ideal spot. Look at the map.”

She does, studying the dots till she finds the little town names that span multiple state forests. But unlike the other dots, these ones are along thin and loping roads, which, for a nomadic freak show, doesn’t seem like the right move. Isn’t the whole point of traveling to get as many towns in as possible?

“So you’re saying they were… hunting down the cemeteries?” she asks. “Looking for what?”

“Well, what do you expect to find in a graveyard?”

“It could also just be the best location for a big group,” she points out with a look, but he shakes his head.

“I’ve been to Parishville and Willisville, too, and both of their cemeteries are situated in the back-end part of town with barely a sliver of field to use.”

“And they set up near North Kill’s cemetery, too?”

Travis nods. “I thought it was a bit bizarre at the time.”

“Plus, it’s in the middle of the woods,” she says absently, remembering the chill of the air that night.

He eyes her with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“The town cemetery,” she says, trailing off at the look on his face. He truly has no idea what she’s saying, and now their progress was being derailed by something else entirely.

“I need you to start from the beginning,” he says, painstakingly calm.

“The first night we got here, when we crashed. I thought I saw something in the woods and…. I saw the leftovers of Silas’ cage.”

Without warning, he grips her shoulders tightly. His fingers curl in her skin, hot and firm like brands. 

“That’s not where Harum Scarum burned down.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

He abruptly releases her, stepping back as if scalded. Travis sweeps out of the room, and it’s all she can do to keep up with his long stride and frenetic energy. 

He descends the stairs two steps at a time, surprisingly spry for a man his age, and busts through his office doors without breaking stride.

Travis unlocks the cabinet and draws out a shotgun, quickly pocketing several handfuls of bullets before grabbing several gamecams, too.

“What are you going to do?”

“What does it look like?” he asks bluntly, shouldering past her in the doorway. 

“You’re going alone?” she calls after him, catching up to his side with a jog. God, the man can move. 

“I’ll be back before dawn,” he says evenly. “You don’t need to be a part of this.”

“Travis,” she says with a growl, grabbing him by the sleeve. He jerks to a stop. 

“What if you need help subduing him?” she asks slowly, letting the words sink in. “It’s not the full moon, yet. The poem made it clear. He has to be a werewolf to end this.”

Dark eyes bore into her own. Piece by piece, his wariness crumbles away until blatant curiosity and, dare she call it, admiration stands clear as day. Like calls to like, and it’s obvious that this is the moment he sees her for what she truly is.

Dangerous.

“I’ll be damned,” he mutters. “I hope you’re ready for a long night, Ms. Kearney.”

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[ezzydean]

“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??” - Stilinski family feels

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“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner?”

Noah freezes for a moment and then closes the fridge door slowly.  He’s not afraid of Peter.  He’s never been afraid of Peter.  Not even when he first realized werewolves were real and Peter could, quite literally, rip out his throat before Noah could manage to blink.

Peter doesn’t scare him.

But the look on Chris’ face when he turns around and meets his husband’s gaze makes a sliver of fear trickle down his spine.  How strangely fitting that his completely human husband inspires more fear in him than his werewolf boyfriend does.

“Whatever number will get you to stop looking like you want to bury my body in the woods under an endangered plant so I can never be dug back up?  Subtract, like, two and that’s the number we’re going to go with.”

“Noah,” Chris grits out.

“Come on,” Noah says as he starts putting the rest of the groceries away.  “We had everyone over for Thanksgiving not that long ago.”

“Most of us, yes.  But all of us?  No.  Jordan wasn’t here for Thanksgiving.  Neither was Laura.  Or Allison.  Or the twins.  Or—”

“It’ll be fine.”

“How are we even supposed to fit everyone here?  It was already crowded at Thanksgiving!”

“Chris.  It’s the first time in years, hell maybe the first time pretty much ever, that we can all be in one place.  It’s not going to matter how crowded we do or don’t feel.”

“I know!  I know it’s the first time!  Do you know how dangerous that is?  Everyone here all at once?”

Noah immediately drops the boxes in his hands on the counter and crosses the kitchen to draw Chris into a hug.  Now he understands exactly what Chris is worried about with the whole thing and it’s not the space issue.

“I’m going to call Peter and the three of us are going to have a sit down, alright?”  Chris tenses in his arms but Noah just hugs him tighter.  “You’re not going to run away, Chris.  We’re talking about this.  All three of us.”

Chris huffs but he doesn’t disagree.

—

“I have been back in town for twenty-seven minutes,” Peter says.  “Pray tell me what was so important that I couldn’t even go back to my place and shower first.”

The front door shuts with a loud click and Chris forces the surge of panic down.  It’s irrational, he knows that.  But he’s been strung tight all week and today had just been the icing on the cake for whatever reason.  The boiling point.  The final straw.

Peter is there in an instant, warm hands cupping Chris’ face and forcing him to stop his pacing and look at Peter.

“Hi, Peter,” Noah says from the kitchen.  Chris hears him moving past them and settling on the couch but he can’t look away from Peter.

“Hello, Noah,” Peter replies as he holds Chris’ gaze.  There’s something in Peter’s eyes, something warm and strong and comforting and Chris is just so damn tired that he wants to sink into the promise he sees there.  The promise that they’ll be okay, that he’ll be okay, that Peter will make sure they are okay.

“Peter,” Chris whispers.

Peter smiles at him like he just made his entire day with that one whispered word and Chris finally lets himself fully fall for this ridiculous, smarmy, overly confident asshole that he would trust — and has trusted — with not only his life but the lives of his family.

The lives of his pack.  Their pack.

Peter takes a sharp breath when Chris opens up and fully accepts and gives their bond free rein.

“Christopher,” Peter breathes his name like it’s a gift.  His eyes flash when Chris leans his head forward to bump their foreheads together before tilting his head to press his cheek against Peter’s hand.  Peter’s other hand slides down to brush against Chris’ throat before it drops to his hip and then Chris is being hugged within an inch of his life.

“You’ll keep them safe, right?”  Chris wraps his arms around Peter’s waist and tucks his face into Peter’s shoulder.  “When they all come back?  When we’re all here together?  You’ll make sure nothing happens, that I don’t—”

Peter makes a shushing noise, cutting him off.  “You are not your family, Christoper.  You never have been.  I don’t need to worry about keeping them safe.  Because I have you here.  You and Noah both.  I can leave town without fear because I know the two of you are here to watch over them, to watch my back.”  He pulls away from Chris but only far enough to make Chris look up and meet his eyes once again.  “You give me peace, Christopher Argent.  You and Noah both.”  Peter glances over his shoulder and smiles at Noah.  “And I will do anything necessary to protect that peace.”

Chris takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” he says softly.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.  Okay.  Thank you.”

“Of course, darling,” Peter says.

—

Noah throws his arm over Stiles’ shoulder and gently shakes his son a little while Stiles laughs.  It’s good to have them all here, to have them all home.  Even if it is only for the holidays.

Before long Allison and the twins will be gone again.  Laura is staying through New Years but then she’ll be back on the other coast.  Erica and Boyd are leaving in a couple weeks for an as of yet undetermined amount of time.  So he’s going to soak up all the love and laughter and good cheer he can while they are all here.

Peter glances over at him from where he’s pressed against Chris on the couch and they smile at each other.  Peter has been damn near attached to Chris’ hip since the other day and Noah feels a flare of warmth every time he spots them together.

“Congrats, Dad,” Stiles says softly.

“What do you mean?”

“You and Pops and Peter.  A traditional Hale Pack triad.  From what I’ve read in the books from Peter’s library it’s something that hasn’t really happened in a long, long time.”

“That so?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that a good thing?”

Stiles laughs again and twists so he can bury his face in Noah’s shoulder as he hugs him.  “I think it’s a great thing,” he mutters.  “You three deserve the happiness.”

Then he’s pulling away and yelling at Jackson and Jordan about something and Noah just shakes his head as he lets the sound of Christmas with his pack, his family, wash over him.

“I think it’s a great thing too,” Peter murmurs when Noah joins him and Chris on the couch a few minutes later.  “I think we’re a great thing.”

“Yeah,” Chris says, wrapping his arm around Noah’s shoulders and tugging him close.  “I think so too.”

“Merry Christmas,” Noah says in lieu of all the thoughts of love and happiness that are crowding his throat.

“Merry Christmas,” Peter and Chris reply in unison.

It’s the best Christmas Noah has had in a long, long time.

#teen wolf #wolfy writing #noah stilinski #peter hale #chris argent #prompt #cattatonically

[kitakashi]

Matchmaker

@ohtokki Laura I am so sorry this took me so long. Been having days full of terrible migraines. But here it is, finally! I hope you like what I’ve written for you.

Miya Osamu

The other Miya (or as Bokuto calls them Miyans)

The better mannered, not as loud, talented at more than just volleyball brother

It’s still buy one get one free 👯‍♂️

Osamu is a chef 🧑‍🍳 with his own restaurant, lucky you gets to taste all the new delicacies before they’re offered

You don’t have to pay for your meals ✅

Another benefit is you get to look at Kita’s 🥵 pretty face when he delivers rice 🌾

Usually seen as the quiet brother with a neutral expression, that definitely doesn’t matter when he’s with you

The two people who can bring out his inner emotions, excitement and annoyance are you and Atsumu 🥰

He also has a sense of humor seen when he teases Tsumu for screwing up, be ready for witty commentary from your personal peanut gallery

Everyone talks about Atsumu’s thighs🦵but GUESS WHAT they’re twins - Samu’s got them nice thighs too 😏

You also know how competitive they are about everything, including their physique, obviously Samu keeps his drool worthy body, 💪 no chance Tsumu will one-up him there if he has any say in it

Creating a series of rapid taps with your knuckles, you straightened your outfit waiting for Osamu. It wasn’t your first visit to his apartment, but you knew he was home and didn’t feel like digging for your key.

Barely a moment later the Miya chef answered the door, a giant smile across his face. Ushering you inside, Samu instantly grabbed your hand pulling you into the kitchen.

“What do ya think?” The raven haired man puffed out his chest, showing off the exhibit he put together.

Sitting on his kitchen island were seedlings of different types and a few small brightly colored pots. A brief glance at the plastic wrapping informed you they were vegetables. Leaning against the cabinet was a bag of potting topsoil.

“I thought we could pot them together,” his grey eyes darted away and pink tinted his cheeks, “I know these aren’t the kind ya have at yer place but I thought they’d be useful. Fresh ingredients and all.”

Beaming up and him, you had his flush darkening with your cute smile. “This is great, Samu! I’d love to plant these with you.”

Your fingers danced over the soft baby leaves of the tomato plant. Inspecting the pots he had purchased, you didn’t notice that Osamu was still staring at you. Sorting out which pots fit which plants, you set the pairs together then turned to him.

“I think these combinations would be best for the ones you bought. We have to make sure there is enough room for the roots to spread out. Tomatoes and peppers can get heavy once they bear fruit.”

“Y-yeah,” Osamu, wrapped his arm around your waist, “yer the expert. Ya decide and then we can get our hands dirty.”

“I’m glad you decided to finally get some plants in here even if they are vegetables. But you’re absolutely right, they will be useful. I look forward to tasting what you make with them.”

Turning away from your boyfriend, you started pulling the wrapping from around the seedlings. Nothing that he hadn’t moved, you craned your neck back to look at him.

Slipping his large hands around your own, he pulled you to face him. Lovingly his gaze flittered across your features. He took a deep breath.

“I hadn’t wanted to get my own plants because I didn’t want too many duplicates after ya added yers.”

“Added mine?” You raised a brow, “as in you want me to move my plants here?”

“I want ya to move all of ya here.”

After a couple rapid blinks you squealed jumping into his arms, “YES YES YES!”

Toothy white grin stretched across Osamu’s face, “that makes me so happy, baby. I love ya so much.”

“I love you too, Samu.”

“I’ll never leaf ya.”

“You were waiting to make that pun weren’t you.”

#matchmaker #haikyuu matchups

[sldisneynerd32]

I haven’t posted on here in a while but I got inspired on my rewatch of Entrelazados. I’m a big Mallegra shipper so I had this idea for a missing scene in the timejump in the finale. Hope y’all like it!

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“Whose idea was it to adapt my manuscript as a musical in 3 months?” Caterina exclaimed as she sifted through papers

Allegra laughed as she handed her mother sheet music. “It was ours, Mama. But you have nothing to worry about, we’ll do it in time,”

Ever since Allegra had proposed redoing the theater as “Sharp Stage”, Coco and Caterina had immediately been on board. Coco had actually proposed adapting “Anos Luz” since Caterina had never been able to publish it and all 3 immediately loved the idea. They only had a few months but with Allegra’s love of musical theatre and Caterina’s writing, the process was flying along.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, sweetheart.”

“Yes?” Allegra said as she stacked some of the script pages together.

“The song you used for the auditions, how did you get Marco’s song?”

“What?” Allegra turned around sharply, dropping all the papers in the process.

“Ay, Allegra!” her mother said, annoyed. She started restacking papers

“Sorry, sorry” Allegra said as she tried to help, caught completely off-guard by the question.

“So how did you get it? Marco…died in the fire many years ago. He never got to release that song,” Caterina said with a somber tone as she remembered Marco’s love for music

“Ah, yeah. So..so…” Allegra stuttered as she tried to come up with an explanation.

It wasn’t like she could just say “I found this magic bracelet in the walls that time-traveled me back to 1994 and I fell in love with Marco while being part of 11-O’Clock. Oh, and I saw him die in the fire and was distraught so Felix convinced me to audition with the song because I didn’t want to do it anymore”

“Oh, when Felix and I went to the theater ruins, Barbara had lots of old tapes and that was with the stuff she saved. It inspired me, or he did. Anyway, that’s where” she babbled

Caterina nodded, a bit skeptical as her daughter was acting very strange.

“Mama, Barbara told me about Marco and his girlfriend, Laura. Um..what were they like? What happened to them?” Allegra asked, curious to see what her mom would say about her and Marco’s relationship.

“Ah, Marco and Laura,” Caterina said, wistfully remembering the two lovebirds. “They both died in the fire. No one knows what they were doing there but,” she sighed

“I do miss them. They were so in love, Allegra. When one of them would see the other, their eyes lit up. Laura was so talented, and so was Marco. They both loved musical theatre, and just music in general. Marco and Greta used to be together, you know,”

“Really?” Allegra feigned ignorance even though she already knew.

“Yes. Surprising, I know. But I don’t know, when Laura came into our lives; he was the happiest I’d ever seen him. They loved each other so much and..” Caterina wiped a tear way as she remembered her friends.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Caterina said concerned. This zapped Allegra out of her stupor. Hearing her mother’s recollection of what Allegra had lived with Marco broke her heart even more than it already had. She couldn’t escape the image of Marco falling into the fiery stage.

“Um..yeah. I’m fine. I think I’m just..moved by the story. I feel a little tired, can I go lie down?” she said, trying to escape.

“I suppose. You’ll have to help me after dinner, typing out the new outline with songs. But go ahead, I’ll finish organizing.”

Allegra bolted up the stairs as she felt tears filling her eyes. She went to her bedside table and lifted the lamp, uncovering what she’d hidden underneath.

It was Marco’s guitar pick bracelet. The one he’d given her before he..

The tears flowed harder. She held the bracelet close to her heart and lied back in her bed.

“If only I could see you again”

#entrelazados #mallegra #fanfic #missing scene #disneytelenovelas

[francesackerley]

Hey y’all!

I’ve been pretty quiet on here as I figure out what next steps look like to me. As someone who’s 6th grade birthday party was going to see Pride & Prejudice on stage, I’ve reached an unexpected conclusion: I have big time regency burnout. I have worn my fill of lacy gloves, sipped more tea than is healthy and waltzed to my heart’s content. I’m ready to tuck Lady Ackerley into a bed with with her strange but loving American husband and fine silk sheets and go splash around in a different creative pool.

On a practical level, I’m done actively writing here and proud of what I’ve accomplished. If you have a loose ends with Frances or Amelia you need tied up, please feel free to dm me and we can hc things offscreen for you to reference as you move your character forward. 

All of you are entitled to a dose of gratitude from me. We’re all real people with real lives that pull us in a hundred different directions. I’m very thankful for everyone in the group who let this group and me have some of your valuable time and creative spirit. Frances’s world felt more real and tangible because of you, which made things a heck of a lot more fun for me. I often think who I am as a writer is an amalgamation of all the people I’ve written, so if I’m decent at all it’s a credit to the writing partners I’ve had over the year. Thank you for being patient, ignoring my typos and love of commas, and letting Frances come play. 

But I also owe a few particular thank yous, so forgive me as I get long winded— 

A big thank you to Annie, who has gifts I’m continually impressed by, chief among them a drive that makes it possible for her wonderful ideas to become a reality. It goes without saying that this beautiful version of London with all its mayhem and mishaps wouldn’t exist without you. Thanks for taking a chance on a Tumblr stranger.

A thank you to Cal, who is so very good at making people feel at ease and building camaraderie. More pertinently, she was a dream partner in the slowest slow burn that ever slow burned, which ultimately allowed us to tell a sincere, organic emotional story I’m really proud of. So much of writing successfully with someone else is trust, support and chemistry ooc, and I got stupidly lucky you were willing to do that with me.

To Wally, who deserves the award for most players messaged and the fastest writer I’ve ever met. There isn’t a single player who passed through this game who wasn’t greeted by you. It was a kind, important practice that made people feel included, and you deserve to be lauded for it. If that wasn’t enough, you’re an incredibly talented writer and I would like to read everything you tap out on a keyboard at the speed of light. Writing with you made me better, thanks for letting me learn from you.

There were many Greer cousins, but Alex was the first one who got it, who took a hard look at the Fitzlore I had built and treated it with such thoughtfulness and respect. I’m immensely appreciative to you and Margaret for the way you met me and Frances where we were at, and I’ll forever be daydreaming about the Greer cousins sitting under parasols somewhere, lovingly sniping at each other. Thank you to Laura for her discretion and her very Tony happy-to-go-along-with-it attitude. I said “can you keep an Adelson sized secret” and you said “Emmeline’s tarot cards point to yes”. Thank you to Vee, who is vocal with praise in a way all writer’s need when the craft feels like pulling out your own teeth. You speak to your partners in a way that makes them go “hey, I may actually be halfway decent at this whole writing thing?” RPing is about how you conduct yourself ic and ooc, and your kindness is important. Frances was me trying something new. I had just come off a stint of playing someone neutrally good (after playing many “good” characters) and I wanted a palate cleanser and to challenge myself. Frances, being who she is, said “hold my ratafia”. It’s a bit odd to say thank you to someone who lives in my head, but she would be miffed if I didn’t show appreciation for her, the way exploring who she is has hopefully made me a better writer and more importantly, helped me learn more about myself. 

I say, “This has been heaps of fun.” Frances says, “Yes, I suppose it was rather enjoyable.” Stay in touch if you’re so inclined, via discord or calling card, and again— thank you!