#Absolutely going to pretend like I’ve never heard of it in my life.

[4ddi3addie2005]

every time I open Netflix around my friends and family I’m like what if they see TADC 🫣🫣🫣

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Flirting? That’s a Track Limit Violation | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Y/N drops a cryptic elevator pic hugging some random dude and it’s like throwing a grenade into the F1 paddock. Charles and Arthur are ready to form an FBI task force, and the drivers are gossiping harder than a group of high schoolers at lunch. Max? He’s out here pretending he doesn’t care, but we all know he’s five seconds away from flipping a table. Nobody has a clue who the guy is, but Max is sweating, the internet is thriving, and the drama is peak entertainment.

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A/N: thank you soo much for 100 followers guys I never knew this many people would end up liking this little fic. screaming, crying, throwing up fr 😭. also sorry to everyone who had to read the wonky letters version. tumblr messed up my format and I had to individually fix the words.

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Part 3 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist

y/n_leclerc posted an Instagram Story:

📸: A blurry photo of Y/N hugging a guy in an elevator, only his back visible.

Caption: A single red heart emoji❤️

Replies:

danielricciardo:

Popcorn out. Watching the Leclerc brothers have an absolute meltdown in 3… 2… 1… 😂

charles_leclerc:

Who the hell is this guy? Y/N, answer me RIGHT NOW!

arthur_leclerc:

This better be a joke, or I’m tracking your location. WHO. IS. HE?

landonorris:

Wait… bitch did you just drop a boyfriend announcement with a blurry elevator pic?? DID MAX SEE THIS?!?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

What does Max have to do with anything???

      ↪ landonorris:

OH MY LORD I CANNOT WITH YOU TWO

georgerussell63:

who dis?

alex_albon:

I feel like I just witnessed the calm before the storm. Charles is going to explode. Arthur’s already spiraling.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Liked by landonorris, pierregasly, alex_albon, and 500,903 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc:

Y/N, explain yourself. Who’s this guy?

arthur_leclerc:

SIS, YOU CAN’T JUST DROP A HEART AND EXPECT US TO BE CALM.

maxverstappen1:

So… new friend? Or something else?

      ↪ landonorris:

Max, you sound… interested? 👀

      ↪ georgerussell63:

Max, if you’re going to be subtle, you’re failing.

      ↪ danielricciardo:

Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how Charles is losing his mind over this while Max tries to act like he doesn’t care? 😂

      ↪ alex_albon:

Max pretending this is just a casual question while we all know he’s about to punch a wall.

lilyzneimer:

y/n_leclerc, the WAGs feel personally betrayed. We thought we were your ride or dies! 💔

charles_leclerc:

NO ONE IS ANSWERING MY QUESTIONS, AND I’M ABOUT TO START FLYING TO FIND THIS GUY.

      ↪ arthur_leclerc:

Charles, wait for me. I’ve got your back.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Can you guys relax? It’s really not that serious.

lilymhe:

Hello??? y/n_leclerc, you ditched us for a man??? What happened to me being the love of your life? 😭

carmenmmundt:

I thought I was your only love 😞. I feel betrayed babes💔

f1_gossips tweeted:

F1 drivers are officially in meltdown mode after Y/N Leclerc posts a cryptic heart emoji with a mystery man. Charles and Arthur Leclerc are leading the charge, while Max Verstappen seems unusually ‘curious.’ What’s really going on here? 🤔

Comments:

user1:

Max ‘I’m totally not jealous’ Verstappen is the best version of Max.

user2:

Charles is on the verge of hunting this guy down while Max plays detective in the background.

user3:

MAX PRETENDING NOT TO CARE WHILE LITERALLY SWEATING THROUGH HIS RACE SUIT. I SEE YOU, VERSTAPPEN

user4:

This is going to end with Max accidentally confessing feelings. You heard it here first.

user5:

Y/N dropping a single heart emoji and causing the grid to spiral. POWER MOVE. 😈

user6:

Max is acting like he’s not freaking out, but I bet he’s checking her Insta every 10 minutes.

user7:

Arthur and Charles are about to pull up with baseball bats, and Max is trying to act like he’s just ‘concerned.’

y/n_leclerc posted an Instagram Story:

📸: Screenshot of her Instagram comments blowing up with messages from drivers, brothers, and the WAGs.

Caption: Y’all are doing TOO much. Chill, it’s not what you think! 😂

Replies:

charles_leclerc:

IF IT’S NOT WHAT WE THINK, THEN TELL US WHO HE IS. 😡

arthur_leclerc:

Sister, you better have a GOOD explanation for this. We are not playing.

landonorris:

Bro, Charles is about to have a meltdown, and Max is getting quieter. I don’t know which one is scarier.

danielricciardo:

I’ve never seen Charles so unhinged, and I live for this chaos. 🧨

georgerussell63:

You’ve been eerily quiet for someone who usually has a lot to say. Dont tell me this is serious?!?!

y/n_leclerc posted:

📸: Y/N and her best friend posing dramatically in the same elevator.

Caption: Relax, it’s just y/n_bff, my best friend. 😂 Y’all really lost your minds over an elevator hug, huh? Charles, Arthur, you can calm down now.

Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

charles_leclerc:

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU MADE US ALL PANIC FOR THIS?!

arthur_leclerc:

Y/N, YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO US.

maxverstappen1:

So… just a friend, huh? Good to know.

      ↪ landonorris:

Max, let out the biggest sigh of relief

      ↪ danielricciardo:

Max pretending he wasn’t two seconds away from launching an investigation.

      ↪ alex_albon:

Max, it's ok to breathe now. 😂

lilymhe:

Y/N, we need to talk about this betrayal. A PRANK AND YOU DIDN’T TELL US? 💔

      ↪ carmenmmundt:

You better make it up to us. We feel personally attacked.

f1gossips tweeted:

UPDATE: Y/N Leclerc has revealed the mystery man is just her best friend, but the damage has already been done. Max Verstappen, despite claiming not to care, was very quick to ask for details. Fans are now speculating on Max’s sudden interest. Could there be something brewing? 👀 #MaxYN #LeclercBrothers #PrankChaos #MaxNotJealous

Comments:

user8:

Max is like, ‘I’m not jealous, but… WHO IS THIS GUY?’ 😂

user9:

Charles and Arthur over here ready to fight while Max is low-key spiraling.

user10:

Max trying so hard to be subtle and failing MISERABLY.

user11:

Y/N is playing with fire, and I LOVE IT. She’s making Max sweat.

Groupchat Messages: (maxy/n truthers):

dudududu:

So… no real boyfriend?

albono:

Max, she literally just said that. You can chill now.

dudududu:

I wasn’t not chill. Just… you know, looking out for her.

albono:

Uh-huh. You sound real concerned for a ‘friend,’ Max. 😂

shoeysupremacy:

MAX, JUST ADMIT YOU’RE JEALOUS. IT’S PAINFUL TO WATCH.

norizz:

Max pretending not to care is the worst acting I’ve ever seen.

georgieporgie:

It’s the slowest, most awkward flirtation I’ve ever witnessed, and it’s amazing.

Twitter Reactions:

user12:

The longer this goes on, the more I think Max is one step away from confessing his feelings.

user13:

Max: ‘I’m not jealous, I’m just… CONCERNED.’

user14:

Max watching this whole thing unfold like it’s the worst pit stop of his life.

user15:

Max really out here pretending he didn’t have a minor breakdown over a blurry elevator pic.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: guys I think this might be my favourite spot now.

 Liked by charles_leclerc, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 220,896 others.

Comments: 

maxverstappen1:

Just making sure. No weird guys in elevators, right?

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

Max, stop worrying about elevators. You’re being ridiculous.

      ↪ maxverstappen1:

I’m just saying. You could do better than a blurry elevator hug. Maybe someone who drives fast for a living. Just a thought.

      ↪ danielricciardo:

OH MY GOD, MAX IS FLIRTING. MAX IS REALLY DOING THIS.

      ↪ landonorris:

Max ‘I’m not jealous’ Verstappen is actually… shooting his shot? 😂

      ↪ georgerussell63:

Y/N, this is your fault. You’ve broken Max.

user16:

MAX FLIRTING??? IS THIS REAL LIFE???

user17:

Max really out here going from ‘I’m not jealous’ to flirting in the comments. What a journey.

user18:

I LOVE THIS. Y/N has Max spinning, and it’s beautiful.

user19:

Max flirted, and the world just shifted on its axis. Did anyone else feel that?

user20:

Max shooting his shot in the most awkward, Max way possible is sending me.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Sunsets🌞

Liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, landonorris, and 426,276 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

The only thing more beautiful than this sunset is you

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

...Max, what are you doing?

      ↪ danielricciardo:

OH MY GOD, MAX, DID YOU JUST— DID YOU JUST FLIRT IN PUBLIC? 😂

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

MAX, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!! 😡

      ↪ arthur_leclerc:

YOU’RE DEAD, VERSTAPPEN.

      ↪ landonorris:

Y/N, RUN. MAX IS LOSING IT.

      ↪ lilymhe:

Y/N, is this your new strategy? Break him down with elevator pranks and watch him crumble? Genius.

user21:

MAX REALLY WENT FOR IT. This man is shooting his shot ON MAIN. 😱

user22:

Y/N’s sundress got Max sweating more than a red flag in Q3. 💀

user23:

Charles and Arthur in full meltdown mode while Max is out here simping. We LOVE TO SEE IT.

user24:

MAX JUST FLIRTED IN THE COMMENTS LIKE IT’S CASUAL?!

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Caffeine fix ☕

Liked by maxverstappen1, danielricciardo, landonorris, and 420,876 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

Bet that coffee isn’t as sweet as you. 😘

      ↪ y/n_leclerc:

MAX, STOP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. 😳

      ↪ landonorris:

STOP. MAX, YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE. 😂

      ↪ danielricciardo:

MAX, YOU CAN’T JUST DROP FLIRTY COMMENTS EVERYWHERE. Y/N’S IN SHOCK. 💀

      ↪ georgerussell63:

Max, for real. Are you okay? Blink twice if you need help.

lilymhe:

Y/N, please explain what kind of witchcraft you used to make Max simp THIS HARD. I need tips. 😂

alex_albon:

I’m both terrified and impressed at how fast Max has gone from 'I don't even like her' to 'full-on simp mode.'

charles_leclerc:

MAX. ENOUGH. I CAN’T HANDLE THIS.

      ↪ arthur_leclerc:

I’m grabbing the car keys. We’re handling this in person.

user25:

Max flirting in broad daylight while Charles and Arthur spiral into madness. THIS IS PEAK ENTERTAINMENT.

user26:

I need a documentary on how Max went from ‘I fucking hate her’ to dropping flirty lines under every post. 💀

user27:

Max is playing the long game. But damn, is he bad at being subtle.

user28:

I can’t decide if I’m living for this or dying of secondhand embarrassment for Y/N. Max, STOP. 😂

user29:

Y/N, blink twice if Max has you trapped in a flirty comment loop and you don’t know how to escape.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: “In the presence of great art, time stands still”

ps. yes I did copy that from google 🤗

Liked by landonorris, pierregasly, alex_albon, and 500,903 others.

Comments:

maxverstappen1:

Tried to focus on the art but my eyes keep wandering back to you

      ↪ alex_albon:

MAX, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? 😵

      ↪ landonorris:

Max, bro… this is getting uncomfortable. 😂

      ↪ danielricciardo:

MAX IS GOING FULL ROMEO. SOMEONE STOP HIM BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.

      ↪ georgerussell63:

Y/N, how are you even still functioning with this level of public simping?

      ↪ pierregasly:

I’m cackling. Max is like a flirty tornado right now. 💀

user30:

Max is one more flirty comment away from proposing marriage on Instagram Live.

user31:

Y/N is going to have a nervous breakdown at this rate. Max, CHILL.

user32:

Charles is gonna have a full-on crisis meeting about Max’s public simping. 😂

user33:

Max flirting with Y/N like he’s auditioning for a rom-com. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

user34:

Y/N trying to roast Max while he keeps throwing out flirty comments is actually hilarious. I hope she survives this.

user35:

Max went from “just friends” to dropping Shakespearean lines in under 24 hours. ICONIC.

DMs between Max and Y/N:

y/n_leclerc:

Max.

maxverstappen1:

Yes, Y/N? 😏

y/n_leclerc:

We need to talk. Immediately.

maxverstappen1:

Am I in trouble? Because I can explain everything. 😇

y/n_leclerc:

MAX, WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU? The flirting in the comments?? I literally had to restrict my brothers from my posts to stop them from finding and KILLING YOU. 😩

maxverstappen1:

You restricted them?! 😅

y/n_leclerc:

YES. Because you’re out here leaving cheesy flirty comments like we’re on Love Island or something! And the public thinks we’re secretly dating. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MAX. You’ve been openly flirting with me in front of CHARLES. On Instagram. IN FRONT OF THE WORLD. They’re going crazy.

maxverstappen1:

Oh, right. I forgot about the brothers. Oops. 😅

y/n_leclerc:

Forgot about the brothers?? You’re practically signing up for your own funeral. 😩

maxverstappen1:

Come on, Y/N, it’s not that bad. 😏

y/n_leclerc:

...Max. I’ve got people DMing me, my brothers are two steps away from driving to your house, and the internet is convinced we’re dating. You're taking the jokes way too far, and I don’t know what you’re playing at, but it needs to stop.

maxverstappen1:

...I wasn’t joking.

y/n_leclerc:

Excuse me?

maxverstappen1:

I’m not joking. About the flirting.

y/n_leclerc:

MAX. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT JOKING?! 😳

maxverstappen1:

I like you.

y/n_leclerc:

...Like, “like me” like me?

maxverstappen1:

Yes. 🙃

y/n_leclerc:

No. This is a prank. You’re pranking me. Where’s the camera? WHERE IS IT? 😵

maxverstappen1:

It’s not a prank, Y/N. I’ve liked you for a while.

y/n_leclerc:

MAX. You can’t just drop a BOMB like this in my DMs. What the hell do you mean “for a while”?!

maxverstappen1:

Years. 😅

y/n_leclerc:

YEARS?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YEARS?! 😱

maxverstappen1:

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our thing. You know, the teasing, the banter. But when I saw that elevator post, I thought you had a boyfriend. It freaked me out. I realized I had to say something.

y/n_leclerc:

Oh my god, this is so much worse than I thought. 😵‍💫

maxverstappen1:

I didn’t want to mess things up, but I can’t keep pretending. I care about you, Y/N. More than just friends. I had to shoot my shot.

y/n_leclerc:

...You saw one blurry elevator pic and had a full-on emotional breakdown?

maxverstappen1:

Pretty much, yeah.

y/n_leclerc:

Max, this isn’t real life. This is some Netflix rom-com level nonsense, and I’m... confused.

maxverstappen1:

I know it’s sudden. But I’ve liked you for years. I just didn’t want to lose you and watch you love someone that wasn’t me

y/n_leclerc:

...oh.

come over

maxverstappen1:

what? 

y/n_leclerc:

come over to my place so that I can kiss you dumbass cuz believe it or not but I kinda like you too

maxverstappen1:

OH 

gimme 5.

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[inmyheaddd]

walkin’ out the door with your bags - grayson hawthorne x reader - part 3

⤷ “pardon my emotions, i should probably keep it all to myself”

wc: 3k summary: things are as normal as ever between you and grayson, and gigi comes up with a plan… a double date. a/n: sorry i’ve been SO SLOW with these updates 😭 i had to cut this in half because it was getting sooo long (the flashback will make a lot more sense in the next part lmao)

masterlist || series masterlist — other parts!

the past…

you and your class were on a trip to a planetarium of some sort.

you had just turned 9 and entered your astronomy phase - that never ended up fully leaving you - and were absolutely thrilled. you had a permanent smile on your face the whole day. 

it was now a break time, kids could spend their money on whatever they wanted; magnets, souvenirs, in the gift shop, and by far, the most popular choice: ice cream. 

“are you not going to get any?” you asked the boy sitting beside you on the bench, before bringing your plastic spoon to your little cup, and then to your mouth again. 

grayson barely looked at you, “no.”

“why? this ice cream is so good.”

he looked at the rocket keychain he held in his hand. he told you earlier he’d bought it for his youngest brother, xander.

“i’m not hungry.” he said flatly.

“yes you are, i can see it on your face hawthorne!” you pointed a finger at him, “you want ice cream sooooo bad it hurts, but you’re too scared of acting normal.”

“no i don’t,” he said, “and i am not afraid.”

“sure you are,” you said with an overenthusiastic nod, taking another bite of your ice cream.

grayson eyed you, “are you insinuating i’m not normal?”

you giggled, “yeah, because you don’t like ice cream. that, or you pretend to not like it. both are super weird.”

he furrowed his brows at you, absentmindedly twirling the keychain around his fingers. “…what if i simply haven’t had it before?”

your jaw almost dropped. there was no way that was just a hypothetical question. 

“you’ve never had ice cream?” you exclaimed, eyes wide with surprise. when he didn’t respond, you continued. “woah, grayson. that’s actually kind of sad…” as your best friend it’s my duty to get you to try all the best flavors one day— and trust me, there’s a lot.” 

“i’m perfectly fine without ice cream in my life.” he retorted, quite snappily too. “and without cavities. i’ve seen my brothers get a tooth extracted … it does not look pleasant, to say the least.”  

you took another bite of your ice cream, “what’s life without a little risk— or too much sugar?”

he eyed you, “less trips to the dentist.” 

the present…

it had been a few weeks since that hawthorne event, and things were back to normal with you and grayson. no more awkwardness, no more almost confessions, just you and your best friend.

you found yourself outside grayson's house, tapping your foot impatiently after ringing the doorbell twice.

you

— hello — bro — i’m outside  — no one’s opening the door — are you leaving me on seen?? 

you waited a moment, seriously debating whether to go home or not as you glanced  at your phone, watching the bubbles form and disappear.

grumpy blonde 👎

— No.

you

— …is this because i called you bro — sorry — sorry grayson davenport hawthorne***

*grumpy blonde 👎 reacted 👎🏻 to your message* 

how fitting.

grumpy blonde 👎

— Do you not have a key? I had one made for you months ago.

you

— oh — well — i kinda lost it

grumpy blonde 👎

— I’ll have a new one made soon.  — I’ll be down now, apologies for the wait.

you

— aw — it’s ok oren just let me in — i think he feels bad for me LMAO 

when the door finally clicked open, you barely took 3 step before you heard the front door shut close. the coldness of the house immediately hit you. 

why was it always freezing in this place?

grayson came down within 10 seconds of your arrival, and 10 minutes later, you were sitting on his bed as he organized the new suits he had bought earlier that day. 

so that’s why he was taking so long. 

now, you just finished explaining the long winded plan you and gigi had been planning for a week now. 

it sounded his worst nightmare. 

you loved it.

“so… yeah. what do you think?” you asked, a coy smile on your face as grayson turned to look at you.

“you came all the way here to ask me to ask me this?” there it was: the eyebrow arch.

“well, if i called you or asked over text you’d just say no.” you shrugged, “but in person i can just annoy you until you say yes.” 

“i’m not going on a double date.” of course he was going to say that. “nonetheless with gigi and noah.”

you sighed frustratedly, nearly falling back on his bed. “but why? it’s all friendly and platonic, and he’s actually so nice! i’ve even talked to him a little and—“

he quit reorganizing his suits and swiftly turned his head around to look at you. “when have you spoken to him?” 

you laughed nervously at his intense gaze, “chill,” you said, “he just drops gigi off at our door sometimes, or waits outside if she’s about to come out.”

“i do some subtle interrogations of my own for your information, hawthorne,” you continued, your voice a little quieter, more meaningful. “youre not the only one who cares about gigi, you know.” 

the knit in his brows loosened, and his eyes broke away from yours for a second. “you’re right. i apologize.” and just like that, his eyes quickly flickered away again.

his back as turned to you, “i do want gigi to be happy.” he said, knowing how gigi jokingly says otherwise. “however, not everyone has the best intentions. it’s difficult to not be wary.” 

you watched him open a table drawer and pull out his glasses box. he put them on, and then took out his phone. 

after a moment of silence, you continued your persuasion attempts. 

 “i know that, this’ll be your perfect chance to see what’s going on,” you said in a singsong voice towards the end, “and gigi already promised no public displays of affection between them, if you were worried about that.”

he just hummed, clearly not showing any interest in the whole ordeal, not wanting to discuss it any further.

you sighed again, and briefly checked your phone. you realised you would have to leave soon if you wanted enough time to get ready. 

you still sat watching him, though. it looked like he was trying to inspect something closer on his phone - that, or he had really bad eyesight - because he squinted and pulled his glasses down his nose bridge momentarily as he looked at his phone. 

he looked from his phone to you, “what time is this… double date happening?”

you stifled a laugh, “you look like a grandpa.”

he raised a judging brow, but you could see that smile creeping in. “i’ll repeat myself, when is this double date you speak of happening?”

“wait,” you realised what that meant, “you’re coming?!”

“i did not say that.”

you jumped up from the bed, beaming at him as you placed your hands on his arms,  “i knew you’d come to your senses!” 

he tilted his head back but made no attempt to move. and maybe it was your imagination, but it almost looked like he was smiling. 

“it’s at that one restaurant with the name i can’t pronounce and the weird logo, and gigi said to pleasewear something with colour, and that we should be there at 7!”

he sighed, looking like he was about to say something, but then he hesitated for a moment. his frown disappeared, and it seemed whatever complaints had too.

“i’ll be there to pick you up at quarter to.”

you blinked at him, your hands falling back to your sides, “quarter to?”

“6:45.”

“why didn’t you just say that then?” you joked. “quarter to,” you mocked him in a deep voice. “so extra” 

“extra?” he asked with a hint of a laugh.

“you’re extra, grayson hawthorne.”

his expression stayed the same , “it seems like you have new words to call me every week.”

“yeah, ‘cause you’re easy to make fun of.”

grayson accepted that and managed a smile, and also seemingly ignored everything you had just said. 

he changed the subject completely. “your glasses really suit you. have i told you that yet?” 

you willed yourself not to smile as you tilted your head to the side, “are you being sarcastic again?” you brought your hands to touch the frames you had promised to wear, and have gotten so used to them that they’d become second nature.

“i wasn’t ever being sarcastic,” he instantly replied, but his voice was rid of any teasing. 

you felt a few butterflies dance in your stomach, but you wouldn’t let that have any visible affect on you. “i’d believe that if you didn’t have such a good poker face.” 

his smile faltered slightly, “why would i lie to you?” 

butterflies at this point your stomach was turning into a mosh pit at the point, “because you’re my friend and you’re annoying.”

he nodded, that kind of slow nod that said that he wasn’t following what you were saying at all. “fair. good point.” 

“when do i not make good points? ” you asked, half laughing as you took a step back, not giving him any time to respond before you called out. “actually, don’t answer that! and don’t forget to wear some colour!”

—

to your surprise, he actually did wear some colour. and somehow, the colour of his tie complimented your dress perfectly. his suit was a mix of biege and grey, with a stark white button up underneath. 

and true to his word, he was outside your door at exactly 6:45. gigi had left the house much earlier with noah — they were going to some indie concert before the dinner. 

when you and grayson were brought to your table, you shared a surprised glance. noah and gigi were already sitting down, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen two people looking more blissfully happy in eachothers company. they couldn’t take their eyes off one another, so enamored with eachothers company. 

when they noticed you two, noah smiled nervously as his eyes landed on grayson, and gigi nearly jumped in excitement.

—

“are you currently working?” grayson asked noah, before raising his glass to his lips.

you felt so bad for the nervous boy, this had been going on for the past 30 minutes. he was adorable in a puppy sense, he reminded you of a pug, or a golden retriever, maybe, with his curly caramel coloured hair, and big brown eyes hid behind circular frames, that stayed on gigi for the majority of the time.

“yes!” noah’s voice picked up, before he heard his own enthusiasm and cleared his throat. 

“i’m a, uhm, veterinarian.” he spoke more leveled, and grayson didn’t say anything, so noah filled the silence between the table.

“my parents own multiple law firms around texas and some other states, but… it was never what i really liked.” he said with an almost wistful tone in his voice, “my siblings are all lawyers, but i prefer dealing with animal problems than people problems.” he added, chuckling nervously.

“yeah! he’s the cutest with cats, you should see it!” gigis voice was full of enthusiasm as her hand lightly grabbed noah’s upper arm, “but he’s actually a dog person, which is totally okay, actually! opposites attract!” 

they looked at each other and shared a small laugh, while you thought: 

opposites? 

they were practically written in the same font, gigis was just in bold, with a little cat emoji beside the text. they worked so well, gigi once told you half asleep at 3 am; “you know, i think i’ve missed him in my life before i even knew him. does that make sense?” 

quickly being brought back to the present, you smiled warmly at gigi, and soon enough conversation flowed between all four of you. 

it wasn’t long before you lost all track of the conversation as you zoned out on what noah was doing to his plate.

he was pecking at his food, seemingly separating the chicken from his alfredo on one half of his plate, and the pasta on the other half. 

this was going on for a full 2 minutes.

grayson turned to look at you as he noticed your unusual silence, and his eyes followed your focused gaze. 

he gave noah a very stern questioning look, and noah looked confused as his eyes flicked between you two, wondering why you looked so confused. 

“what?” he asked nervously, almost hesitant before looking down at his plate. “oh,” he realised your confusion, “i um—“

gigi seemed to have picked up on what was going on, “—he’s separating the chicken from his pasta for me because he doesn’t like it, and because i’m obsessed with it! isn’t that right noah?”

a sheepish smile grew on his face, before looking at gigi with so much love in his eyes, it made your heart warm and leap for your best friend. “yeah,” he said, “that’s right.” 

grayson hummed bedside you, “oh, of course.” he offered them a small smile out of politeness— an unusual act for him, but you assumed it was for rare occasions like these when he saw the sheer happiness beam off gigi’s face.

he must’ve sensed it too; they were an odd couple, but they worked perfectly. 

as if on cue, gigi reached over with her fork, abandoning all the cutlery rules she had been taught as a child, poked the chicken with the utensil and waved it just infront of  to her mouth, “om nom nom,” she giggled as she looked at the curly headed boy beside her, non stop quiet laughter from the both of them as she put her fork down, not even taking the bite she intended.

you and grayson shared another glance, chuckling, but wondering what was so funny that they were still laughing— nothing objectively funny had even happened, she had just said one thing. 

but you quickly realised that was one of the things that just wasn’t for you to get. 

that was probably how people thought of you and gigi, you thought. 

like when you’d be shaking with laughter with tears in your eyes over the stupidest things, and when someone would ask what’s so funny, they’d look at you strangely once you attempted to explain. 

it was just for you two to get. and now, she had someone else to have that with.  

you couldn’t have been more happy for that girl. she deserved it, more than anyone.

you were now thinking selfishly— wondering when you could experience that with someone you loved. even though you did have someone you loved so dearly: gigi, it was just like romance was just not in your playing field. 

everyone you had talked to always expected something from you, or expected you to be someone you weren’t. that, or they just didn’t care. 

you took your eyes to your hands, habitually fiddling with your fingers under the table to stop your thoughts from going any further. 

it wasn’t the time to be acting like this. you looked up and your eyes found their way to grayson, who’s head turned just as his eyes caught yours for a split second.

he looked at his plate, gigi and noah’s laughter died down now, and grayson was already asking him another question about his life. 

suddenly, you felt gigi’s leg nudge yours under the table, one of her ways of silently asking you if you were okay. 

you nodded at her to let her know you were fine. and in response, she attempted to raise a interrogative brow — she told you she’d been trying to learn how to do grayson’s eyebrow raise — and then narrowed her eyes to comically thin slits. 

“i’m okay,” you mouthed at her, but she gave you a look that said “we’re talking about this later,” before you both returned to the main conversation at the table. 

the rest of the evening was fine, with the dim lighting and soft piano in the background and the quiet chatter from everyone else in the restaurant. you shared funny embarrassing stories

when the bill came, noah immediately reached for his wallet, fingers fumbling a bit as he pulled out his card. across the table, grayson was also pulling out his wallet.

“hey, it’s alright, i can pay” he said, glancing around the table with a nervous smile.

grayson briefly looked as he set his card down on the table. “allow me, it’s no worry.”

noah hesitated, glancing between grayson’s card and his own. “no, really—i want to,” he insisted, voice a little shaky but clearly set on it.

grayson shook his head lightly, "please, i insist.” the words were even and polite but left no room for argument.

“no, seriously, i have no problem paying—“

“and neither do i. please,”

“it’s okay, actually, i’d love to pay.” noah managed, scratching the back of his neck, looking between you, gigi, and then back at grayson.

your eyes flickered between the two like a tennis match. you and gigi exchanged a look, both stifling smiles as noah shifted uncomfortably. then gigi spoke.

"hey, how about i pay?"

both grayson and noah turned to her instantly, in sync, and said a definite, adamant,

"no."

you couldn’t hold back a snort, catching gigi’s eye as she rolled hers, before her face lit up with an idea. 

finally, after an intense game of eenie meenie miney mo —suggested by gigi, noah payed. 

grayson reluctantly put his card back in his wallet, tucking it back in his pocket as noah flashed gigi a nervous smile. 

when they caught eachother’s eyes, grayson offered noah a slight nod, almost of respect. noah returned it with a smile.

you and gigi once again glanced at eachother. in both your eyes, that seemed like a success. 

a/n: this is such a filler chapter but i wanted to properly introduce my new fav, noah, and showcase his bond with gigi 😋 I PINKY SWEAR there’s so much fluff in part 4 you might have to check in with ur local dentist…

part 4

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[thehomelybadger]

Vertical slice of my Godfather AU (tentatively titled "This thing of ours"

basically, Caitlyn is the youngest of four children of Cassandra Kiramman, who is known as "The Dame" in Piltover. She's one of the five families that have controlling interests in Piltover's criminal underworld, and Caitlyn is something of a black sheep - going off to war with Noxus (called The Big One in the fic) instead of being a part of Cassandra's criminal empire. Vi is Caitlyn's bodyguard and Cassandra's triggerman (basically a soldier or a paid killer, depending on what the family needs), and has been since they were both kids. you see the vision - criminal empire AU with bodyguard pining.

the slice takes place roughly a third of the way through the fic. there was an attempt on Vi's life that Caitlyn got caught in the middle of, and Caitlyn had to carry Vi eight blocks to an ER nurse's apartment - Mel Medarda.

hope you enjoy, let me know what you think.

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To Sevika’s recollection, this was the most unkempt that Caitlyn Kiramman had ever been.

Her eyes were ringed with red from lack of sleep, she had a bandage plastered to the left side of her face - a shrapnel wound, Sevika had heard. Bullets that had smashed masonry in their attempt to end her and Vi’s life. She was using her cane again - and apparently she hadn’t touched it since she’d come back from The Big One with bullet scarring in her thigh and the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Sevika hadn’t spent a lot of time with Caitlyn. Sunny had been the daughter that Sevika had been charged with protecting, alongside other odd jobs that the Dame of the house had requested. The youngest daughter had been mostly Vi’s responsibility, and it was one that Vi had applied herself to with gusto.

Those early years were fading from her memory. She’d been doing this shit too long.

But Caitlyn still snapped upright when Sevika entered her room, cane at her side. She still nodded with that Kiramman grace - the grace that said she was in control, and that you had stepped into her world. Sevika had to admire that - the Dame had taught her youngest well.

“Ms. Kiramman,” Sevika nodded, pulling off her flat cap and crushing it in her good hand, “glad to see you up and about.”

“Same to you, Sawed-Off,” Caitlyn replied. Her voice was crystal clear. Her left hand held a bottle of brandy, and she raised it in question after a moment. At Sevika’s nod - grateful, because her fucking nerves were jangling in her stomach like Christmas bells and she was irritated about it - Caitlyn poured her three fingers, sat at her small table and gestured for Sevika to take a seat across from her.

Sevika closed the double doors to her room, sat across from her, and cupped her good hand around the brandy.

“I was surprised,” Caitlyn said, “when Jayce passed along that you wanted to speak to me. Even moreso when you requested that it be alone.”

Sevika nodded, sipped at her brandy. “It’s important.”

“I’ve gathered. Would you like to start at the beginning?”

Sevika lifted an eyebrow. “I thought you’d dance around it more.”

“The faster we finish with our business, the faster I can see how Vi’s doing at Mel’s. Forgive my speeding the process of negotiation along, some.”

Sevika snorted. “Negotiation.”

“All conversation is negotiation. Because you want something, and because you want it bad enough to come to me and not my sister, who is the current head of the organization and much more capable than I of dealing with what you want, I absolutely consider this a negotiation.”

Sevika swallowed the rest of her brandy in a single gulp, and Caitlyn was already pouring her more.

“I’ve never seen you nervous,” Caitlyn said.

“It’s not a common sight,” Sevika admitted, figuring it was useless to pretend. The youngest daughter was always perceptive. “If this is a negotiation, I’m entering on the backfoot. I hope what I’ve done for your mother, your family, negates that.”

“I’d never take advantage of you, Sawed-Off,” Caitlyn replied, gently, “tell me what you want.”

“It’s Sevika. Can you - can you call me Sevika?”

Caitlyn nodded. “Sevika.”

“It’s - you fucked up last night,” Sevika said, “you fucked up with Mel. You need to make it right.”

Caitlyn’s eyebrows shot to her hairline. “Excuse me?”

“Mel’s not in the game. She doesn’t have any skin in it. They tried to kill Vi, and now that you brought Vi there, then the Verazas - they’re going to see her as Kiramman aligned. You put her in danger.”

Caitlyn’s left brow lowered, leaving her looking skeptical. “Why would the Verazas care about an ER nurse taking care of a gunshot victim?”

“Nothing,” Sevika said, “but the men you left standing outside her door will cause questions.”

Caitlyn grunted in displeasure. “I told Sunny to put them inside, not display them. Damn it.”

“Sunny’s all about shows of force,” Sevika said, quietly, “she’ll think it makes us weak to hide our soldiers. She’s claiming Mel, whether she knows it or not, and that means Mel’s in a lot of trouble - a lot more than if Vi doesn’t pull through.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to her if Vi doesn’t make it,” Caitlyn said, softly.

“You say that now,” Sevika began, “but if Vi doesn’t-”

“Sevika,” Caitlyn said sharply, “I don’t break promises. She has my word, and since it matters to you, you do too.”

Sevika exhaled lightly. “The Verazas won’t care, though.”

“We can fix it,” Caitlyn mused, tapping her thumbs, “Sunny probably didn’t tell the door-men what they were protecting. Mother would’ve told her to keep it separated. Who did she send?”

“Pistol and Lo-Jack.”

Caitlyn hummed. “Then they know nothing. I’ll fix this - leave it to me. Do you have a recommendation as to who you’d prefer guarding her?”

Sevika watched Caitlyn for a few beats. “Yeah,” she said, softly, “yeah, one.”

Caitlyn sighed, smoothed her fingers along the edge of the tabletop. “This matters to you,” Caitlyn said, “it matters a great deal. Why?”

Sevika opened her mouth, closed it, shrugged. “She’s not in the game.”

“Neither was Seraphine’s producer,” Caitlyn pointed out, “and you got the name Sawed-Off after that job. Why the distinction now?”

“There’s not much of one,” Sevika said, “not really.”

“You must think me an idiot to swallow that,” Caitlyn said. “I thought you had more respect for my intelligence.”

Sevika ran her bad hand along her jaw, the prosthetic cool against her face. “It isn’t enough that she’s an innocent, that she’s not in the game?”

“Once, it would’ve been,” Caitlyn said, not unkindly, “but when the most dangerous triggerman in my mother’s organization comes to me and wants to be removed from my sister’s protection detail to sit in the apartment of a nurse, then yes. It matters.”

This was Dame Kiramman’s daughter, Sevika said, and couldn’t hide something akin to a proud smile from leaking through her lips. Sunny was certainly as tough as Cassandra, and Mira had the natural charm that Cassandra had displayed when she was up and coming, but Caitlyn had the steel silk, the flinty eyes, the commanding voice.

If Sunny wasn’t careful, Caitlyn could steal this whole thing - if she wanted it.

Sunny should be very grateful that Caitlyn didn’t.

“More,” Caitlyn continued, “I know the reason already - but I want you to say it to me.”

And now Sevika hated her.

“You know the reason,” Sevika repeated, incredulous.

Caitlyn nodded, sipped her brandy, swallowed. 

“How long have you been seeing this nurse, Sevika?”

Sevika grunted, rose abruptly, smashed her flat cap on her head. “I’ll find a way to do it myself. Fuck this. I’ll take vacation time.”

“Not on the eve of a war you won’t,” Caitlyn said, “Sevika, sit down.”

“I don’t need to take shit from you. I don’t take shit from anyone. You’re the youngest fucking daughter - fourth in line to take the reigns. Scared little war hero playing at being the big Mafia boss.”

“All true,” Caitlyn replied, “you’re still going to sit down.”

“Why should I?” Sevika snarled, “I’m not going to sit there and have a fucking kid go through my affairs like it’s her business.”

“Because I’ll help you,” Caitlyn said, calm, relaxed, “and you’ll get everything you want - but you need to sit down, and you need to listen.”

Sevika thought of Mel - of her fucked up apartment, of her crime lord mother and all the things at stake. She thought of her alone in that apartment, with two dumb goons on her doorstep which may as well have been a sign that said Someone Important Is Here on it to any of the many Kiramman family enemies.

She thought of her, and so she sat.

“You don’t trust Sunny to protect Mel properly,” Caitlyn said, “I don’t trust Sunny to protect Vi, and we both don’t trust Peter and Max to protect them against Veraza interests. We don’t want Sunny finding out about your relationship with Mel, and we’d much rather have you in that building, protecting both of them. Have I summarised effectively?”

“There’s no relationship between me and Mel,” Sevika said, stubborn and stupid and in fucking love.

“Yes, of course,” Caitlyn replied, waving that away. “I’ll fix this for you. No favours owed. I want to - for everything you’ve done for this family, for my mother, my cousins - you deserve to be happy. Your people are our people.”

Sevika grunted. “My usefulness to your mom was that I had no people.”

“Everyone has people,” Caitlyn soothed, “that’s what makes us human. I’ll fix this for you. Go to her, and if you don’t mind - call the house from an outside line when you can, let me know how Vi is. I imagine I’ll be too busy to check on her today.”

Sevika stared. “I can do that.”

“Good.”

“How, exactly, are you going to fix this for me?” Sevika asked.

“I’ll tell Sunny you’re working on something for me that’s taken you out of the city for a week. Enough time for us to be sure about Vi either way, and then move Vi and Mel if needed. We won’t leave her out in the cold.”

“Sunny won’t like that,” Sevika said.

“No,” Caitlyn replied, and Sevika saw the silk steel flash, “I imagine she won’t.”

Sevika exhaled, thought for a moment. “Be sure about Vi either way. You don’t seem all that broken up that your bodyguard got shot up.”

“She’s a good bodyguard,” Caitlyn replied, “it would be a shame to lose her. The sooner I have news, the sooner I can select a replacement - no offense, but you’re a little long in the tooth for my needs.”

Sevika chuckled. “Right. You know, I used to think you two were sweet on each other. I guess I was wrong.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Caitlyn replied, patting Sevika’s hand, “most did. It’s natural when two single and healthy individuals spend such a long amount of time together to speculate. She’s a loyal person and my mother owes her a great debt, from my point of view. It would be a shame if she never got to collect.”

“You’re a pretty cold person, aren’t you,” Sevika said, watching her.

“When I need to be,” Caitlyn replied, “you’re wasting time. Go to Mel’s, send Peter and Max home - that’ll mollify Sunny some.”

Sevika watched Caitlyn, watched the prim and proper Mafia princess - silk steel over her features. She thought about the way Caitlyn shrugged off her relationship with Vi, thought about her own inability to do that with Mel. Thought about Vi’s lost puppy look whenever Caitlyn entertained a suitor, the hardness that had stolen over Vi when Caitlyn went to The Big One, served and got shot and fought for her country.

Caitlyn might not care, Sevika thought, but Vi sure did.

She hated having shit in common with the young pup.

“Alright, kid,” Sevika said, pushing herself to her feet. “Thanks.”

Caitlyn raised a glass in salute. When Sevika closed the doors behind her, Caitlyn was up and moving to her window, cane thumping rapidly. She didn’t move until Sevika was in her car, driving towards the gate of the estate, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs.

As soon as the gate opened and Sevika’s black car was around the corner, Caitlyn sat down on her bed - right next to the phone.

She put her cane between her legs, rested her hands upon it, and waited.

[pixeltwix]

Life After Divorce for Emma May

For awhile now I’ve struggled to figure out what job Emma May could’ve taken up after the divorce as for so many reasons this is SUCH a messy topic.

Firstly, do y’all ever think about how the only reason Fiddleford was even going to Gravity Falls in the first place was to secure more money and provide a better financial future for his family (something he’d always dreamt of doing) only to then lose his memories, leaving the family in shambles, and ultimately leaving them in a worse financial situation with Em as a single mom?? Cause I think about this ALL the time-

To me it only makes sense that Fiddleford would marry someone just as lovely and sweet as him, but also someone who is tough enough for both of them. Let’s all nod our heads and agree that Fiddleford is a pushover and a major people pleaser. Most of his kindness to Ford is him outwardly wanting validation from an old friend he admirers because otherwise he feels useless and unintelligent. Ie Fidds whole, ‘I’m the builder, if I’m not building something than I’m useless’. So when he becomes too exhausted to build and Ford grows frustrated with this he tries to make up for it with gifts etc :,). That paired with some chronic anxiety is a recipe for a man who needs someone who can understand that and is willing to help him- his wife. mutually patient and kind as he, is happy to be that for him.

Regardless as far as her career goes, smart as she is, I don’t see her as book smart? Rather people smart? Emma May knows how to talk someone up, knows how to make a deal, knows how to defuse a situation, and could probably sell someone their own shirt off their back. Perhaps that could stem from the cult background I explain here and here, but regardless she’s witty in conversation and great at pretending she’s an expert on something she’s never heard of.

Naturally I thought sales would be a good place to put her, maybe rise the ladder that way? One of those late night tv marketers? But it didn’t feel like enough? The 80’s were a prime time for women to put themselves into the workplace, incredibly toxic as the environment was for them it didn’t stop women from being excited to be there. Ironically it’s the perfect time to divorce? Even if she didn’t want to, after the giant homicidal pterodactyl robot it sort of felt like a, ‘even if I still love my husband, if I value me and my sons life, I have to do this’ sort of thing

After taking that into consideration I thought ‘honestly bigger is better’ so I brainstormed harder to figure it out. And after a few lengthy rabbit holes I believe I figured it out. While Fiddleford acts as sort of the Bill Gates of the Gravity Falls universe I thought ‘who’s someone else deeply recognizable in Americas pop culture, but tv related?’ And then it hit me, ‘oh my god what if Emma May acts as the Oprah of the Gravity Falls universe? The Emma Dixon Show?’ (In the sense of a beloved tv personality that unexpectedly rose to great fame in the mid 1980s) The-match up felt perfect enough and a mid 80s timeframe feels realistic too as it gives her those three years to struggle and figure something out to provide for her son.

But also hi hello, I needed Emma May to peruse some sense of tv fame for the sake of her last name becoming a synonymous one. Considering I have no idea where miss Emmaline Butternubbins wound up after the fall of Billville (or hell if she’s even alive some twenty odd years later) but I love the idea of Emmaline recognizing the name ‘Dixon’, seeing the similarities on tv between Emma May and what she remembers of young Madeline, and wanting to reach out. Mainly out of fear that Ciphertology is rising again and she wants to talk some sense into her, sure, but once they meet or get in contact and Em couldn’t be further from that?? She’s relieved. Plus the two can bond over the absolute madness of the cult (also Emma May gaining a mother figure that isn’t Fiddleford mom? I love Bobbie Jean, but Em needs even more maternal support)

Also also?? I always envisioned Emma May as the type of gal to be super into photography. She just loves taking pictures of memories, people she cares about, and stuff she likes.

So this especially grew once she had Tate, the kid naturally being used to getting his photo taken for scrapbooks, and he loved being photogenic

But once his mom becomes a tv personality he begins to detest the public eye and the cameras of others

Its a hatred he keeps to adulthood especially, having zero tolerance for anyones cameras (other than his moms polaroid camera) pointed towards him

[whowantslovergirl]

An: obviously based on this song 😍 this is going to be a long one 💋 but i worked really hard in this one because i am chandler and chandler is me i tried to write their dynamic as best as i can

Hey Lover!

Chandler Bing x hyper fem! reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: fluff and cursing, friends are a little rude in this, kinda suggestive talk, angst if you squint, later seasons like 5 under and that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: The one where Chandler found the love of his life

posted: April 9,2023

The one where they met:

You were walking into Central Perk or as you would call it. ‘The best coffee shop in all of New York.’ You put your coat on the rack and as you were walking you bump into a fairly tall man.

“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t look-ah.” He stopped when he saw you. “Oh no I’m sorry it wasn’t your fault.” He just stared and stared and stared.

“Um Can I just?” You pointed to the counter. “Oh yeah I’m sorry.” You just nodded and walked to the counter. “Chandler” You turn around. “What?” “My name. My name is Chandler I think.” You let out a short laugh. “You’re funny Chandler. I’m Y/N.”

“Do you wanna go out sometime Y/N?” You nodded and gave him your number and he reciprocated.

Little did you know that was the name of your future husband.

The one when it’s the first date:

You wore a mini dress with white heels and sliver jewelry. While admiring yourself in the mirror, you heard a knock at your door and got excited.

You and Chandler talked for a few weeks before actually going on a date. You talked for hours and hours. He’s exactly your type. Funny, tall, handsome and a good job. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him.

You opened the door. “Hey.” He just stared. “Sorry I was thinking about how I’m going to kill you after this.” You laughed and he smiled. No one laughed at his dark humor. “Well at least I look good for my final moments.” You said while posing dramatically. He laughed “Let’s go it’s a long drive.” You nodded and intertwined your hands.

He giggled.

You gasped. “Did you just giggle?!” He just made excuses and kept walking.

_____

“She left you with her underwear on!” You say laughing hysterically. “Ok ok it’s not that funny.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry and this is all because what you did in fourth grade.” He nodded and said something even more funny.

“Then I walked out with the bathroom door.”

You laughed even harder and people were looking at you. He was trying to calm you down. “Just a really funny story folks nothing to laugh at here.”

After laughing until you almost peed, you finally calm down. “Enough about me tell me about you Y/N.” “Well what do you want to know?” He just shrugged. “I don’t know tell me everything.” You nodded. “Well I work as a manger of design at this place.” “What place?” “Oh you probably never heard of it.” You said while looking down. “Then tell me.” You pretend to cough. “Chanel” His eyes go wide. “You work at Chanel.” You nodded.

“I’ve always liked fashion as a kid and at 16 I saw a Chanel show and realized that I want to be responsible for those designs.” “Wow so what do you do as the manager?” “Well I design and approve designs.”

He nodded. “Well what else?”

You tell him everything and talked til the restaurant closed.

_____

“Well this is me.” You guys stop at your apartment. “Well I hope that we can do this again sometime lover.” You just realized what you said. You put your hand on your mouth. “I’m sorry we just met and I called you lover wow.” He interrupted you. “It’s okay. I like it.” You just smiled. “Well bye Y/N.” “Bye Chandler.” You get lost in his eyes and he gets lost in yours. He stepped closer. “You have really pretty eyes.” “Thank you, you too.”

You connected your lips. And it felt so right. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put his hands around your waist. You pull away. “Do you you want to maybe go inside? Stay over maybe?” He nodded enthusiastically. You laughed and pulled him inside.

You had a lot of fun that night.

The one when you became Chandler’s girlfriend:

After a few dates and a lot of sleepovers. You guys were at his apartment watching movies. His roommate wasn’t home and he really wanted you over for once. “Do you ever think of this going anywhere?” You look over at him. “What?” “I mean do you think that we can be more than friends who go out with each other and you know?” He gestured with his hands. “Have sex?” “Yea that’s the word!” You laugh and nod. “But I think we can be more if you ask.”

“Oh well. It’s just that… I mean you can… I have..” You just kept nodding. “Are you going to ask?” He nodded. “Yea will you.. Can you… Will you allow me…. Can I be your boyfriend?” You smiled and squealed. “Yes lover I will let you be my boyfriend.” He leaned in and kissed you and you kissed him back. He laid down and you were on top of him. “Happy relationship sex?” You asked with a smile. “Of course!”

Again you had a lot of fun that night.

The one where you meet his friends:

“She’s going to be here any minute. Don’t be so intense. She cares about how you feel about her cause she knows you guys are like my family ok? Don’t be you.” They all nodded.

There was a buzz. “Everyone stop talking! She’s here! Shut up!” “Um Chandler no one was talking.” Monica said. “Shhhh!” He pressed the button. “Y/N?” “Hey lover.” He giggled and took his finger off the button. “She’s call me lover.”

“We hear everything you hear Chandler.” Rachel said. “Shh!”

“Um Chandler are you going to let me up?” “Oh yeah! Come on up!” You walk upstairs and knock on the door. “Shh! Shhh! She’s here.” You hear from behind the door. The door whipped open and you saw your boyfriends smiling face. “Hey lover.” You went to hug him and gave him a peck. “Heyy you! These are my friends.” They all waved “Hi!” “Hey guys! Are you going to introduce them?” “Yeah!”

“This is Joey, my roommate. Monica and Rachel, Ross and Phoebe.” They all waved again.

____

“You work at Chanel!” Rachel yelled. You nodded and smiled. “Yea if you want I can design you some custom pieces.” She screamed and everyone covered their ears. “You can design!” “Yeah I’m manager of design.” She screamed again. “Now my ears are dead.” Chandler said. “What!” Joey yelled. “I can make anything for you guys. I make some of my clothes actually.”

They all got really excited and started asking for different pieces. Joey went to Chandler. “Good job man!” He said hugging him.

The one when you say ‘I love you’:

You were just about to leave for work. “Ok I’m going now bye I love you.” What did you just say? “Did you just-?” “Oh my I have to go! Bye Chandler. I have work oh my god!” You gave him a kiss. And you left.

He was speechless and went over to Monica’s place.

“She said I love you!” They all turned around. “What?” Ross said. “She said I love you! And I didn’t say anything!”

“Do you love her back?” Phoebe asked while walking up to him. “Yes of course I do. You know what I’m going to say it back. I gotta go!”

_____

He ran over to your job and saw the secretary. “Hi I’m looking for Y/N L/N.” “Do you have an appointment?”

“I need a appointment?!” She nodded. “I just really need to talk to her please?” “I will call her and she can come down here.” “No”

“No?” “I’m sorry.” He ran into the elevator and saw her dialing for security.

_____

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You look up from your desk. “Chandler?”

“I love you too!” “What?”

“I love you too! I love you! I love you! I love y-.”

“Shut up.” You smash his lips onto his. Everyone from their sewing tables stared cheering. Security walked in and pulled Chandler away. “Bye lover! I love you!”

“I love you!”

God you really do love him.

The one where you find out:

All of Chandler’s friends and you were hanging out in Central Perk. You and Chandler were giggling to each other. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered against your neck. You were giggling. “Shut up.”

“You guys are so cute.” Monica said smiling. You both thanked her. “Yeah I’m surprised that y’all lasted so long.” Joey said while eating his muffin. You looked at him confused. “Why wouldn’t we have lasted?” “Oh no reason just the whole thing with Janice I thought he was never going to get over her.” Everyone looked at him with ‘stop now!’ looks.

“Janice is an ex or something? You never told me about a Janice.” You say looking at Chandler. He was looking at the ground. “Oh look a penny!” He said jumping under the table. “Hey! Chandler get up!” He just stayed under the table. You looked at Joey. “Why is Janice being brought up?” He just stuffed his face.

“Why is no one talking?!”

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry Chandler but she deserves to know.” Phoebe said and turned over to you. “Chandler got broken up with by someone who he thought he was going to marry. And he was heartbroken and needed a confidence booster. And-.”

“I was a rebound?” He got up and tried to hold your hand but you snatch it away. “You only wanted sex basically? You know I never have sex on the first date and I thought you really liked me Chandler.”

“I do! It started off like that but I started to fall in love with you.”

“So were you going to tell me?” He didn’t say anything. “Yeah okay.” You got up and got your coat.

It really hurt to find out that you was wanted for sex but nothing new.

_____

“Y/N! Please open the door. Baby please! I am so sorry!” He said knocking on the door. You just turned up the volume on the TV. “No no no no no! Please don’t do this. Just let me explain!” You pause the TV and went to the door. “How can you explain this Chandler?”

“Y/N I can’t even put together words on how sorry I am. We’ve been dating for a whole year baby. Why would I do that? I don’t ever wanna want to lose you. I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to marry you and I want to have kids with you. I want you. I need you. Janice is nothing compared to you. You make me so happy. This was the best year of my life! Come in please open the door. I’m your lover. And I love you Y/N please.”

You opened the door. “Did you mean that?” He nodded and took your hands. “Yes I love you and I am sorry.” You teared up and smashed your lips onto his.

He was never going to let you go after this.

The one where Chandler proposed:

“Oh my god look at that thing!” Rachel yelled when she saw the ring. “Yeah if she won’t marry you I will.” Phoebe said and stared making sex eyes to Chandler. “Only the best for her.”

“My best buddy is getting married!” Joey said smiling and hugging Chandler.

“Hey lover! What’s all the cheering about?” Phoebe put the ring in her mouth. “Nothing.” She muffled. “Why do you sound like that?” You say walking over to them and giving Chandler a kiss. She just shook her hands. “I’m going to wash my hands.” Chandler smiled. “Ok.” You walked to bathroom. “Get that out your mouth!” She spit it out and gave it to him.

“So what are we going to do today?” He put the ring in his mouth. Everyone shook their heads. “Nothing!” You thought the behavior was weird but you known each other for almost two years so nothing new. “Oh! I have to go to work! Sorry guys. Bye lover I love you.” You gave him a kiss and you felt a solid. “What do you have in your mouth?” He shook his head again. You just nodded skeptically.

_____

You guys are at your apartment getting ready for your date tonight. “Two years! Two whole years! I can’t believe we been together for two years Chan.” You walked out in your sage green satin dress with your chunky heels and sliver jewelry. He stared at you. “What? Is there something on my dress!” “No! No it’s just you look stunning.” You got flushed and look at the floor smiling.

“Well let’s go.”

“No I have to go to Monica’s real quick.” “Ok no biggie it’s down the street Chan.” He ran out the door. “Wait here! I’ll be right back!”

Weird.

_____

“Monica hurry! I need you guys to set everything up in her apartment!” All his friends started running to her apartment. “No after we leave!” “Ohhhh good luck!”

“She’s going to say yes!”

“Worst thing is she doesn’t!”

“Shut up Ross!”

_____

You had a marvelous night. You went on a boat and had dinner. It was so much fun.

“I had a great time Chan.” You say with a dreamy look on your face. “Me too. Let’s go in your apartment and celebrate our two years if you know what I mean!” You giggled and bit your lip. “Ok!”

When you walked in, you immediately stared tearing up.

“Oh my god!” There was candles everywhere. The room only lit with candles and a trail of roses leading to the middle of the room. “Oh my god! This is beautiful!”

He walked over to the middle and got on one knee. You gasped and put your hands over mouth. “Y/N I might have saw you and thought ‘she will be a good rebound’ but you are so much more than that. I realized that you don’t have to be a queen. You don’t have to have a thing. For I’ll be satisfied as long as you are my bride. I love you Y/N. And I really want you to become Mrs. Chandler Bing. Can I be your husband ?” You didn’t say anything.

Silence.

“Now this is the part you say some-.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! You can be my husband!” You jump into his arms and he falls on the floor. You kiss him and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer. “Engagement sex?”

“Uh let me see yes please!”

You can not believe you have a fiancé.

The one when the wedding became more:

“Oh my god! My weeding is in five hours and we have no bridesmaids dresses!”

“Y/N it’s okay the dresses are on the way.” You just nodded and started sweating. Rachel got a napkin and patted it across your face. “This is my first time getting married and nothing is right!” You stared tearing up. “No! Don’t cry. You’re getting married! I bet Chandler is just so ecstatic right now!”

_____

“What if I’m not good enough and I screw this whole thing up!” Joey slapped him. “Ow!”

“I don’t ever want to hear that talk! You guys are perfect for each other!”

He’s right. You guys are perfect for each other.

_____

Twenty minutes until the wedding and the dresses are here.

In the wrong color.

“I wanted sage green! Not vomit green! I need to make more!” They all looked at you with disbelief. “Y/n you can’t make six dress in twenty minutes!” Monica said but your other friend Evelyn tapped her. “One time she made a dress with a tear away in five minutes so this is nothing.”

Some information she did not know.

There was curtains that were the perfect fabric. You tear the curtains off the wall and got to work.

_____

You finished in fifteen.

And it was time to walk the altar.

All the bridesmaids went in their handmade sage green dresses.

And you walked in a beautiful custom Chanel wedding dress. It had a train and had an ombré from white to sage green so you can match the color theme. You had white roses in your hands and a crystallized vail in your face.

You saw Chandler tear up and caused you to tear up. Your dad was looking at you. “You look magnificent darling.” “Thanks dad.” You say smiling. You finally walked up to Chandler and he put your vail behind you. And he actually started to cry.

You saw in the corner of your eyes everyone giving the other money. You’re not surprised that they bet in this.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the love of Y/N L/N and Chandler Bing.”

As the priest is going on you can’t help but start crying.

“Now Chandler repeat after me. I Chandler.”

“I Chandler.”

“Take you Y/N.”

“Take you Y/N.”

“To be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“To be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“In sickness and in health.”

“In sickness and in health.”

“Rich and poor.”

“Rich and poor.”

“For as long as I shall live.”

“For as long as I shall live.”

“Now Y/N repeat after me. I Y/N.”

“I Y/N.”

“Take you Chandler.”

“Take you Chandler.”

“To be my lawfully wedded husband.”

“To be my lawfully wedded husband .”

“In sickness and in health.”

“In sickness and in health.”

“Rich and poor.”

“Rich and poor.”

“For as long as I shall live.”

“For as long as I shall live.”

“Do you Chandler take Y/N to be your wife?”

“I do.”

“Do you Y/N take Chandler to be your husband?”

“I do”

“In the power vested in me, You may now kiss the bride.”

And he did.

Everyone was cheering and when you pulled away you couldn’t wait to tell him.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh shit.”

An: YALLLLLLL this took all day it’s 4 in the morning rn the things I do 🤧🤧 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE request more I have drafts but my brain can only take so much 🤧 but until I post again my lovers 🤍

[interstellarlyinlove]

Spy (October 4th)

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@wolfstarmicrofic

“How did you even convince me to do this?”

“Excuse me?” Sirius shrieks, then he remembers where they are and covers his mouth with his hands. “Shit. Sorry. But as if! All I did was kind of barely suggest doing this and you ran with it,” He whisper-yells. 

“You would never see me be up to something like this before,” Lily whispers. “You are the worst influence. I mean, I’m in a coat closet eavesdropping on– on–”

“The love of your life?” Sirius grins. 

“Oh, sod off!” Lily’s eyes widen at how loud her tone is and she also covers her mouth. “Do you think they heard us?”

“I doubt it.”

“How are you so calm about all of this?” Lily asks. “What if they need something from this closet?”

Sirius shrugs. “I mean, this is nowhere near the worst thing Remus and James have caught me doing. We could pretend to make out, if you’d like?”

“What?”

Sirius is having so much fun. “Would you prefer to make out for real, Flower? Because I really wouldn’t mind all that much and I think it would make both our boys jealous as fu–Ouch!” 

Lily pinches his forearm hard. “In your dreams, Starboy.”

“That hurt,” Sirius says, rubbing his arm. 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Lily asks. 

Sirius shrugs. “I’m not that sure, actually, Flower.”

“I feel dirty.”

“Dirty?”

“We shouldn’t be here. I’m in your dorm room! I’m in your closet.”

“Which has the best soundproof walls in the history of closets, apparently,” Sirius says. “If it makes you feel any better, we didn’t even hear shit, Rouge. We might as well never have been here in the first place.”

Lily sighs the biggest sigh in the universe. She sits on the floor of the closet against a wall and Sirius sits next to her. 

Sirius looks at her closely. “So, when did this happen?”

“What?”

“When did you finally admit to yourself that you liked James?”

Lily just stares at him. “We’re not having this conversation.”

“Why not? We’re stuck in this stuffy closet together until Remus and James decide to leave the dorm. We can’t even hear what they’re talking about. We were pathetic enough to try and spy on the people we like instead of doing something like, I don’t know, asking them out. It’s humiliating.” Sirius blinks. “Let’s pass the time.”

“You tell me first.”

“Tell you when I realized I’m in love with James?” Sirius asks, grinning big. “Well, it almost feels like I’ve been in love with him from the moment we met on that Autumn morni– Ouch! Would you stop doing that?”

Lily is also grinning. “Remus. Tell me when.”

Sirius thinks for a moment. “I always knew I loved Remus. As a friend, I mean. He’s the easiest person to love. I think I realized I loved him in a quite different way in Fourth Year, maybe?”

“How?” Lily asks. 

“I’m not saying, Ginger.”

Lily flips Sirius off and he’s about to do the same when they feel more than hear the dorm room door slam shut. 

“Do you think they left?” Lily asks. 

“I think so.”

“Go check.”

Sirius scoffs. “Why me?”

“Because it makes more sense. It’s your dorm.”

“Sure. Because I spend all my time in our coat closet. How absolutely normal and not a cause of concern at all–” Sirius opens the closet door. He turns back to look at Lily. “Shit.”

Lily looks horrified. Sirius can’t keep up his act for long. He laughs. “The coast is clear, 007. You can get out of her– Fucking hell, Lily, ouch!”

“You deserved that,” Lily says, stepping out of the closet. “This room is so much cleaner than I thought it would be.”

“Yeah? We’re not gross, Lily, it breaks my heart that you–”

“You tell anyone about what happened here and you’re dead, Black.”

“Jeez.”

“Goodnight, Lovely.”

“Leaving so soon?” Sirius asks, sitting on his bed. “I feel so used. Why would you throw me aside this quic– motherfucker!”   

Lily hexes him from the door. She winks at him and leaves. Sirius realizes that he had so much fun. He should hang out with Lily more often.

[mxtxfanatic]

Lan Wangji's Mementos Pt. 2

Lan Wangji's hoarding is not just exclusive to physical items, though, oh no. The man also has a stellar memory for the things Wei Wuxian has told him through their many encounters, even things the other man said casually almost two decades ago. This is especially true for things Wei Wuxian has told Lan Wangji about himself. Here are a list of immaterial things from Wei Wuxian that Lan Wangji has hoarded:

About his alcohol preferences:

Wei Wuxian raised his hands. “He didn’t let me in. Told me I had to remove the leg that had crossed the boundary. You tell me—how, exactly? So he suddenly floated over to me and asked me what was in my hands.” ... “‘Emperor’s Smile! I’ll give you a jar, and you pretend you didn’t see anything, ‘kay?’”

—Chapt. 13: Elegance III, fanyiyi

There was no need to open the jar to figure out what kind of alcohol was hidden here—as soon as [Wei Wuxian] smelled it, he knew it was “Emperor’s Smile.” He had had no idea he would discover one day that someone who was as much of a stickler for the rules as Lan Wangji, who had never touched a drop of alcohol before in his life, had in fact dug out a secret compartment in his room for the purpose of hiding the forbidden drink. The heavens had truly rewarded him with his reincarnation.

—Chapt. 11: Elegance I, fanyiyi

On the way back to the GusuLan Sect, Lan WangJi bought a jar of ‘Emperor’s Smile’ from Caiyi Town. The wine was fragrant. And mellow. It was clearly not of the pungent kind, yet his throat burned the moment it went down, on fire from his eyes all the way to his heart. He didn’t like the taste, but he felt he understood why that person liked it.

—Chapt. 111: Wangxian, exr

About his taste in food:

Lan WangJi didn’t say anything, so Wei WuXian took it as a silent confirmation. He sat down at the desk, “I wonder if that restaurant is still open. In the past, we always ate there, or else if we only ate your sect’s food, I might not even have pulled through those few months. Oh just look at this. This is what a sect banquet should really be.” Lan WangJi, “‘We’?” Wei WuXian, “Jiang Cheng and I. Sometimes Nie HuaiSang and the other few as well.” Sweeping his eyes over Lan WangJi, Wei WuXian grinned, “Why are you looking at me like this? HanGuang-Jun, don’t forget. Back then I’ve invited you to dine out together before. How passionately I tried! You were the one who refused to go. Every time I talked to you you’d glare at me, and everything you said started with a ‘no’. I’ve really met so many obstacles. I haven’t even squared things with you yet, and here you are unhappy. Speaking of it...”

—Chapt. 116: Banquet Extra, exr

Lan WangJi wasn’t someone who liked to decline things too many times, either. After some thought, he ordered. Wei WuXian heard him say the names of a few dishes monotonously and laughed, “Not bad, Lan Zhan. I thought you folks from Gusu don’t eat spicy things. You have quite a strong palate, don’t you? You want a drink?”

—Chapt. 74: Distance, exr

Finally, under all the pestering, Lan WangJi couldn’t keep his cool any longer. He held his hand, “I have already.” “Huh?” Wei WuXian was surprised, “You’ve cooked for me already? When? What did you make? How come I don’t remember?” Lan WangJi, “The sect banquet.” “...” Wei WuXian, “That night, the dishes I thought you bought from the Hunan place at Caiyi Town, you made them with your own hands?” Lan WangJi, “Mn.”

—Chapt. 125: Lotus Seed Pod Extra, exr

About common snacks from Yunmeng:

Wei Wuxian swam to the side of the spring and leaned against the limestone, his arm resting over it. “I’m always very loyal to my friends. For example, when I get a new book of porn, I’ll absolutely let you look at it first...hey, hey, come back! You don’t have to look. Have you ever visited Yunmeng? It’s a really fun place and the food’s really good. I don’t know if this is a problem with Gusu or the Cloud Recesses, but for whatever reason, your clan’s food is way too unappetizing. If you come to Lotus Pier, you’ll be able to eat all kinds of delicious things. I’ll take you to pick lotuses and water chestnuts. Lan Zhan, will you come?”

—Chapt. 18: Elegance VIII, fanyiyi

Wei WuXian spat out a seed, “It’s fun to think of [Lan Zhan]. You don’t even know—he’s just too amusing. I told him, ‘Your sect’s food is disgusting. I’d rather eat stir-fried watermelon peel than eat your food. If you have time, come have fun with us at Lotus Pier...'”

...

With no surprise, Lan WangJi spoke up. He called, “Brother.” Lan XiChen, “What is it?” Lan WangJi, “Have you had watermelon peel before?” “...” Lan XiChen, “Is watermelon peel edible?” After a moment of silence, Lan WangJi replied, “I heard it can be stir-fried.” ... The woman choked as she heard it, “So far?! You took a long time getting here, didn’t you? If you really want to eat lotus seed, you should go buy some in the streets. There are plenty.” Lan WangJi was just about to turn around when he heard this and stopped, “The lotus seed pods sold on the streets do not have stems on them.” The woman was amused, “Do they have to have stems on them? It’s not like they taste any different.” Lan WangJi, “They do.” “They don’t!” Lan WangJi insisted, “They do. Somebody told me they do.”

—Chapt. 126: Yunmeng Extra, exr

About his childhood:

Wei WuXian lowered his head for a bite, “Back in the days, I never had to pay for street food. I just grabbed what I wanted, whenever I wanted. I’d eat as I walked or just grab one and run. At the end of every month, the street vendors would go directly to Uncle Jiang with the bills.” ... He very much wanted to show Lan WangJi all the places he’d been to while growing up —where he’d played at, fought at, rolled at— and tell him about all the funny, terrible, mischievous things he’d done —the people he’d fought, the things he’d nabbed, the pheasants he’d chased. He would then watch for the slightest variation of expression on Lan WangJi’s face, anticipating his every reaction.

—Chapt. 86: Core Part 8, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

‘Lan WangJi of Gusu, Wei WuXian of Yunmeng, was here!’ Looking pleased, Lan WangJi finally took Bichen back. After a pause, however, he raised the sword to the wall again. This time, he didn’t write anything. Instead, he drew. With a few strokes of sword glares, two small figures emerged on the wall with their head snuggled close together, as if sharing a kiss. Seeing such refined strokes creating such vulgar imagery, Wei WuXian lowered his head and slapped himself on the forehead. Petty theft and vandalisms, writing and drawing on walls...... Now he was confident he knew what was going on— Earlier in the Lotus Pier, Wei WuXian had told Lan WangJi many stories detailing his youth and all the funny, crazy things he had done. With the Gusu Lan Sect’s strict sect rules, Lan WangJi probably had never had the chance to go wild like this while growing up. He must have remembered everything that Wei WuXian had told him, and was now reliving every single thing while drunk. This had got to be the case; even the contents of Lan WangJi’s doodles mirrored what Wei WuXian had told him!

—Chapt. 94: Sleeplessness Part 5, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Of course it did. Ever since age eleven, Wei WuXian had been stealing lotus pods and water chestnuts all over Yungmeng from every pond that ever grew them. He had washed his hands clean for years now, but since the need for sustenance arose for their trip, Wei WuXian had no choice but to return to his old ways. Lan WangJi commented lightly, “I hear that every lotus pond in the area belongs to someone.” “......” Wei WuXian laughed, “Hahahahahaha is that so? What a pity. You sure hear a lot of things. I’ve never even heard of them. Then let’s leave this place.” With his scheme foiled, Wei WuXian was of course too embarrassed now to drag Lan WangJi into juvenile delinquency with him. To have the righteous, exemplary HanGuang-Jun eat stolen lotus pods off someone else’s pond—it sounded too preposterous even to his own ears. Just as Wei WuXian was about to sheepishly steer them away, Lan WangJi reached out a hand and pinched off a lotus pod on his own. He offered the lotus pod to Wei WuXian and said, “Just this once.”

—Chapt. 90: Sleeplessness Part 1, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Pt. 1

[specialagentlokitty]

Master chief x reader - slow starts

If you still write for Master Chief could I request Master Chief x reader soulmate AU where they have timers on their wrists ticking down to when they'll meet their soulmate? If you don't write for Master Chief anymore that is absolutely fine. Have a good day😊💛 - Anon💜

Your timer seemed flawed, broken. Compared to everybody else’s timer, yours seems to jump ahead, go backward, sometimes the time would just vanish.

You weren’t sure why this was happening, nobody even after you saw specialist after specialist about it, not even they could give you an answer.

So you learnt to just start ignoring it, you never believed your timer now.

So when you were introduced to John after a mission you had recently completed with him, and your timer buzzed on your wrist, you didn’t think twice.

“Sorry, it’s nice to meet you but I’ve got to go I’m late.” You say, rushing past him.

John watched your leave, he didn’t show any emotion on his face, but he felt his timer go off.

He had wondered if his was fake, simply placed there to make Spartans feel a little more normal.

But there it was, set to zero just after meeting you, and he had heard yours go off but you didn’t even look.

Did you not believe in soulmates?

Did you not want a Spartan as a soulmate?

A lot of thoughts rushed around his head despite him trying to ignore them.

He tried to approach you to talk about your soulmate timers, but he could barely get close to you, there was always an excuse for you to to leave.

As a couple of weeks go past, he feels almost defeated.

John had been through hell and back and never gave up, but not being able to get a conversation out of you almost made him give up.

He watch you walk through the hallways towards the med bay, and immediately took that as his chance.

Getting up John quickly rushed to follow you, quietly slipping into the med bay after you, and he closed the door.

He walked over to you and stood quietly a few feet behind you, towering over you.

“You can’t keep avoiding this.” He said.

He didn’t sound annoyed as such, if anything he sounded a bit more confused than anything else.

“Master chief.” You greeted.

Turning around you sat on one of the med bay beds and he took a few unsure steps closer towards you.

“I don’t understand why you’ve been avoiding me. Do you not want to be my soulmate?”

You sigh slightly, running a hand down your face as you look at him.

“It’s not the simple, my timer isn’t accurate, it’s broken. Sometimes it jumps back and forth between times, sometimes it doesn’t change time or resets. You know just because you have a timer doesn’t mean your soulmate will have a matching one?”

John studied you quietly for a moment and pointed to your wrist.

“Your timer is still set to zero.”

“It’s not trust worthy.”

“You know it’s linked to mine.”

You both just stared at one another for a few minutes.

John wasn’t sure why he was trying to hard to get you to believe in your timer, to believe you were his soulmate.

His whole life he’d gone without needing any sort of relationship with people.

Maybe it came from the knowledge he had a soulmate, or from seeing other people and how happy and normal they were with their soulmates.

“Do you not want to be my soulmate?”

You sigh heavily.

“It’s not that, it’s just I can’t trust my timer.”

John frowned a little bit, taking your wrist he held it out and put his timer next to your, silently comparing something.

Each timer has a small set of numbers in the top right corner, your soulmate would have the same numbers, in the event that people questioned the soulmate timer or something went wrong with them.

John read the numbers and you did the same thing.

They matched.

“You’re my soulmate.” He stated.

He lowered your wrist back to your side.

“I can’t pretend I know anything about this stuff, because I don’t. I also can’t pretend to be the most caring soulmate, I wasn’t trained for this. But I would like to try.”

This made you look up at him in slightly shock.

“You want to try?”

He nodded his head.

“I’ve heard people say dinner is a good start?” He asks a little unsure.

“I uh… yeah…”

“I can’t cook.”

This made you laugh a little, especially at how bluntly he said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I can cook.”

John looked at you, bending his knees slightly so he could bring himself to your height.

“Can we have dinner?”

The slight lost look in his eye mixed with hopefulness made you sigh, and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay. We can have dinner and get to know each other better.”

John nodded and stood back up satisfied, hesitating he gently placed his hand on top of your head before walking away

[brokenheartsrecords]

track four: to break an engagement words: 0.8K tw: none taglist: @lxvebelle , @that-daughter-of-hephaestus find track three here note: not really my favourite piece of work, but it does set the scene

HAWTHORNE MANSION IS COLD AND uninviting. You’re going to marry into this house, this family, but it doesn’t look like it might be yours.

In your mind, you know that you can make the house look like yours, but you’re looking for reasons to not marry Grayson. It’s not that you don’t want to.

It’s just that you don’t know him.

He’s perfect in the limited societal events he chooses to attend; doesn’t drink more than one glass of any drink provided, his name never appearing in gossip sheets. There is nothing about him that could possibly be a valid enough reason to break off the engagement.

Unless he has a secret double life that might endanger your own life. 

You haven’t forgotten the voices you heard in the walls of your home, talking about your wedding to Lord Hawthorne, malicious sounding and rather creepy. 

You want to tell your mother about this, you really do. You would’ve done it, too, if she weren’t so excited that her daughter was getting married.

In the drawing room of Hawthorne House, Grayson sits beside you, careful not to let any part of his frame touch yours.

There was one problem about him.

He was too damn gentlemanly.

Skye and your mother are talking about the marriage banns and the engagement festivities on the other end of the room, pretending as though they really don’t care about anything that you and Grayson might talk about.

You should tell him that you hadn’t orchestrated this entire engagement, but he looks cold.

Just like the house.

You take a deep breath. You open our mouth.

And right at that moment, he leaps up, walking away from the seat like it burned him.

You’re confused, and you notice that Skye and your mother have stopped talking, instead choosing to look at Grayson.

He smiles, and it looks rather forced, and when he looks at you, his hand extended, you’re sure that he’d do anything to get out of this engagement.

“I was hoping if you’d like to take a go at the hedge mazes.” He begins. “You weren’t able to see much the last time you were here.”

Oh God, he absolutely hates you.

Still, you plaster a smile on your face and take his hand. “Of course, my Lord. Is it alright if we do so, Mama?”

“Oh, yes. I doubt Ms. Skye and I have any qualms about this. Do take a maid with you.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure, Mama.”

With a maid trailing five steps behind you, Grayson Hawthorne leads you into the maze, and your head supplies you with a mental image of him killing you when the maid is lost in the hedges,

You snort.

“Something funny, Madam?” He seems less on edge here in the maze. 

“Just… imagining,” you say.

“Imagining.”

“Hmm.”

Uncomfortable silence takes over the space the two of you stand in. 

“This is ridiculous.” You start. “You obviously do not want to marry me,” you untangle your elbow from his, “and I don’t want to marry you—and please do not take offense to that, Lord Hawthorne, I’m sure the two of us would rather wed people we know instead of people we do not.”

He looks surprised, and opens his mouth. You keep going on, not stopping at all.

“And the worst part is we can’t break the engagement or my honout will be lost, damn it all.”

“...you do not wish to marry me?” He asks, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was a bit offended.

“I don’t.” You confirm. 

He nods. “And you wish to break the engagement?”

“Yes.” 

He nods again. “As do I. Of course, it is not because of you—you do seem like a rather lovely person. I’ve just never felt the wish to marry.”

You grin. “Glad that this was sorted. Now, how are we going to break the engagement?”

Grayson smiles at you, one of those half smiles that you’ve always found attractive. “We drag society into this love affair.” He states, as though it was obvious. 

“Pardon?”

“Once they notice that you and I have no feelings towards each other, word will spread. It will reach my mother, and then yours. They, in turn, will be pressured by our delightful society to invalidate this marriage out of sympathy for you.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“We stage an extremely heated argument where you can scream falsehoods about me to my face and announce that you do not wish to marry me. Truthfully, this method is far more effective; but it would have me lose my dignity.”

The maid catches up behind you, and your elbow is intertwined with his again. “What do you say, my Lady? Are you ready to fool the proper English society?”

He looks straight in your eyes, and there’s a challenging glint in his. “When am I never?”

[sadie-bug345]

how the gang drives🤡☝️✨🤭

shhhh let's pretend i’ve been active this whole time🧍‍♀️

ponyboy:

surprisingly safe but WHITE KNUCKLING IT THE WHOLE WAY

guy needs to calm downnnnn

seems like he’s super chill on the outside but his whole back and neck is mega tense

takes two tries to pass the drivers test but pony dgaf and just drove without it

prays he doesn’t see a cop cause when he does he gets terrified they’re gonna pull him over and ask for his license and registration

“…does a learners permit count😀☝️?” type beat😭😭

road rage score: 3/10 focuses too much on himself

johnny:

genuinely chilled out

doesnt know anything abt the technicalities of driving though

two-bit once mentioned something abt the “right of way” and johnny turned to him like

“🤨if you don’t stop makin made up words n shit i’m gonna crash this car right now”

two said “so you’re crashing it on purpose this time🤨☝️”

gagged johnny

but anyways yeah johnnycake did hit a socs’ parked car once in a neighborhood and sped off SO FAST

poor guy never heard the end of it from the gang

road rage score: 5/10 solid horn user

sodapop:

i feel like realistically no sensible person would ever let this boy behind the wheel but ANYWAYS

WAY TOO RELAXED like he WILL talk to you about super deep stuff and get real into the conversation if you’re in the passenger seat

like bro will fully turn his head and look at you when you’re talking or smth for minutes on end

guy LOOK AT THE ROAD😭😭

it’s just cause you’re so stunning pookie trust✨🙏

road rage score: 2/10 prob yells in the car but barely anyways

darry:

he’ll talk in the car for sure but it’s usually about what’s going on in the road

like he’ll just make comments about everyone else’s driving skills

also super road rage-y but in a dad typa way

i DESPISE it when people act like darry has a fucking boomer grandpa geriatric ass but in this circumstance it’s true😔

he doesn’t drive like an old person at all but if you cut him off in traffic and you hear some random man yell from behind you “HEY WATCH IT BUDDY” followed by intense honking..

it’s darry and you better speed on outta there real quick 😭

road rage score: 10/10 he’s stressed and works too damn hard to be treated like this by the general public😔

dally:

my MANNNNN🥰🥰🥰

we already know how he drives like bro stole bucks car and i think when buck realized dally took it buck just knew it would be totaled by the time he got it back

like bro takes reckless to another level

speeding, driving w one hand (🫢🫢BADDIE ALERT🚨🚨), not using blinkers and almost totaling the car 20 separate occasions before arriving at his destination

also he totally does not fill up the gas tank as often as he should like bro grinds on empty for miles straight

you’re like “uhhh the gas light just turned on..”

and he’s just like “nahhh ill make it work you jus see”

and he does🤷‍♀️

road rage score: 11/10 doesn’t yell at you w windows rolled down like darry but will tailgate you like there’s no tomorrow. also brake checks people CONSTANTLY

two-bit:

goofy ahh driver😭

when he sees a friend on the street or next to him at an intersection he will do some stupid honk thing like yankee doodle type shit💀

swerves in and out of empty lanes cause he thinks it’s funny to scare the other people in the car

”pity the backseat” got a whole other meaning istg😭

will bang his head against the steering wheel if you’re going too slow

also pimps out his car like there’s no tomorrow bros got all the dumbest most useless decorations possible

road rage score: 6/10

steve:

car nerddddd🤓☝️🫵

only puts premium gas in his tank cause he’s a bit of a snob but it’s steve and his life is cars soooo yk he treats the engine right

that sounds super weird😭

probably the most normal driver during the day but when it comes to drag races he’s absolutely bonkers like nothing held back

cries if someone scratches his car

road rage score: 9/10 super quick to honk and to flip you off like you get into his space one second and then you get death threats i don’t make the rules🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

OK TYSMMMM ILL TRY AND GET MORE ACTIVE AGAIN REQUESTS ARE OPEN OK BYEEEE

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 17, Unanswered - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Anxiety

Word Count: 612

Previously On...: Bucky missed his your check-in call.

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You found Steve lifting weights in the training room, a group of agents, both male and female, pretending not to be transfixed with the way his muscles glistened under the strain of more weight than any normal man should be able to bench. You ignored the whispers that built up as you walked toward him, no doubt dumb gossip continuing to spread after the release of those fucking idiotic articles. You wondered briefly if you could sue the publications for slander. Or was it libel? You never remembered the difference. 

This was America, right? you thought. Wasn’t litigation one of your inalienable rights under God and the Constitution and Santa Claus, or something? You made a note to talk to Legal.

Steve looked surprised to see you when you called out his name to get his attention, no doubt expecting you to avoid him like the plague, all things considered. “Hey, Pocket,” he said, a little too nonchalantly as he set down his barbell and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Don’t tell me you’ve come to ogle me, too.” He nodded toward the not-so-subtle group of agents. “I’m beginning to feel a little objectified.”

“Have you heard from Bucky?” you asked, wanting to get straight to the point. Steve looked at you for a few moments, just blinking, before you went on, your voice growing faster and more high pitched as you spoke: “I haven’t heard from him since last night, and I’ve been calling and texting him all day, but he’s not getting back to me. I never heard from him after the raid, and then after the articles… He missed our regular check-in, and I’ve been worried sick. What if something happened to him? What if–”

“Whoa, Pocket,” Steve put an arm on your shoulder, shutting you up and steadying you. “Calm down, okay? Take a breath for me.” He waited on you to do just that before he continued. “Buck’s just fine. He and Jade were successful in their objective, and they’re on their way home now. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

His words took you by surprise. He was on his way home? “But… Why didn’t he call me back, Steve? All day, I’ve been thinking he either hates my guts because he saw those damned articles, or that he’s lying dead in some godforsaken Russian forest. And he’s just been completely fucking fine this entire time?”

“Hey,” Steve said, rubbing a hand comfortingly along your upper arm, “I’m sure he’s got a perfectly good explanation for not getting in touch,” he told you. “He radioed Communications from the Quinjet so, maybe something’s up with his phone. Don’t get worked up until you’ve talked to him, alright?”

You nodded, wanting to believe Steve’s words, wanting to let them give you comfort. “Did he say anything?” you asked him. “About the articles? Or give you a message to give to me?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, Pocket. He just said they’d successfully cleared their objective and they were on their way home. That’s it.”

You blinked repeatedly, not sure what to make of what Steve had just told you. The only positive thing you could take away from it was that Bucky was safe. He was safe and he was coming home. All other answers would have to wait.

“Yeah, okay,” you nodded dumbly, “thanks Steve. I appreciate it.” You turned to head back to your room, thoughts spiraling until the only thing you could coherently think was: If Bucky had been able to get in touch with Steve, it wasn’t that he was out of contact; he simply hadn’t wanted to contact you.

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[oomisluvr]

No Caller ID

Your job at The Agency was simple. In fact, there was only one rule: Don’t lose track of your field agent. Unfortunately for you, Agent K is a difficult man to find.

warnings: agent!sakusa x handler!reader, international espionage, i was going for a james bond vibe, no graphic violence but there is a teeny bit of violence, hq! cameos that aren’t important to the story but i thought were fun to include, open ending i think, flirting (???), honestly freeform, i wrote this in 1 sitting lol, sfw, 1.8k words!

You’re on a date the first time he calls you. 

The guy you’re out with is nice. Doesn’t interrupt you. Asks about your day. Laughs at all your jokes and pretends not to look down your shirt while the two of you eat. He works in IT, so you know he’s fairly well-off, too. 

It’s too bad this is just to keep up appearances.

Your phone rings with no caller ID and you have to stop your eyes from bulging out of your head. In this line of work, it’s best to keep personal calls separate from ongoing projects. For organization reasons. For safety precautions.

It’s for this reason that you have two cell phones. The first is for private calls, to keep up with the life your current alibi would be living. The second phone is for The Agency.

And you’ve never received a call from your second phone before.

You excuse yourself from the table with a practiced smile, adjusting your clothing as you stand. Your date nods. Understanding, as expected. He didn’t notice that you took your purse with you. He must think you’re coming back.

Exiting the restaurant, you pick up the phone with a nervous hand, unsure of what to expect, “This is Pluto speaking.”

“Pluto? Who the fuck is that?” A man’s voice grunts, panting loudly and very obviously out of breath, “What happened to Rin?” 

You clear your throat, “Rin has since left The Agency. I’m Pluto, his replacement.”

“That bastard. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding–” Sharp pops echo through the speaker. Possibly gunshots. The cursing that follows suggests that those were most likely gunshots. Everything is so loud.

“Agent K, if you’re requesting for backup, I can send over the twins–”

“Absolutely not. No backup, especially not from them.” Based on proximity, you can tell it’s K who fires next. Two quick rounds, followed by two dull thuds. Bullseye? “Everything is under control. Get me to Croatia before midnight tomorrow.”

The call ends.

The second time he calls you is to complain about the first time.

You defend yourself with all the aggression of a caged circus bear.

K quickly learns not to complain about your work.

Two months pass. 

Your job at The Agency was simple.

Fortunately, there was only one rule: Don’t lose track of your field agent.

Unfortunately for you, Agent K is a difficult man to find.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” You scream into the phone. You’ve combed through the security feeds of every private business, traffic cam, and ATM machine, but still no sight of him.

The ringing stops, an easy voice floating through the phone, “Hello?”

“Why the fuck aren’t you in Buenos Aires?” You all but yell, “I’ve been searching for you for hours.” It’s silent on the other end of the receiver. You continue your verbal assault, “Are you even in Argentina? In South America at all?”

K snorts. “Where do you think I am?”

You’re furious, “How did you leave the airport without me knowing? I booked your tickets myself. I made the passport you’re using–”

“Don’t worry about it.” He cuts you off, “Do you really want to know where I am?”

His tone calms you, just long enough to answer, “Yes.”

“A baby shower.”

“A… baby shower?” You repeat dumbly.

“Well, I’m not physically at the baby shower, that would be a breach of contract. I’m sitting in an unmarked car, about 100 feet from the festivities. Watching my little sister open her gifts. She doesn’t even know I’m here.” He sighs, and it’s so different from anything else you’ve heard from him. “Nobody does.”

People who do what K does rarely ever have families. Alive, that is. You wonder how old he was when he left home, if his parents know what he does for a living. If they even know he’s alive. 

Instead you ask, “Will you be having a niece or a nephew?”

He chuckles to himself, but it’s humorless. Empty. “That’s what I’m waiting to find out. I think the reveal is after they cut the cake. My sister is greedy enough to make everyone wait.”

You’re silent for a moment, at a genuine loss of words. The silence feels comfortable, and whether you’d like to admit it or not, you’ve gotten attached to Agent K. Fond, even. Just knowing he’s on the other end of the line, alive and breathing and not being shot at, gives you an enormous sense of relief.

You stare into the monitors ahead of you, at the sheer number of tabs you’ve opened, the energy you expended to make sure he’s safe.

“How did you get into this line of work?”

“Me?”

“Yes,” you can hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice, “You.” 

Nobody has ever asked you that. Nobody is allowed to ask that, you think. “I had an internship the summer after I graduated. My boss at the time has some sort of connection to The Agency. She said I should apply and that she’d put in a good word. My interview was the next day, and I was officially hired by the end of the month.”

It’s silent for a beat, “You do realize you failed the test, right?”

“Excuse me?”

“You aren’t supposed to divulge any personal information to me or any other agents,” He quips, “Especially not any information regarding The Agency.”

“Well,” You start, “You aren’t supposed to run away from missions and lie to your handler about where you are!”

K laughs. An actual laugh. “Touche. Though I’m not running away from anything. This is simply… a brief layover.”

“Whatever. I’ve already booked you a flight from Hyogo to Buenos Aires.”

“You’re sharp, Pluto.” There’s pleasant surprise in his voice, and pride flares in your veins at having caught him off guard, “How’d you know I was in Japan?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You repeat his own words back to him, “Your flight leaves at 8:30PM, Japan Standard Time. Think you can make it by then?”

“Yes, ma’am.” K huffs, “Is that all?”

“Yeah,” you say, “And I’ll be sure not to include this ‘brief layover’ in my reports.”

“Thank you.” He says, and you can tell it’s genuine. For a moment, you feel appreciated, before he adds, “And from now on, please refrain from using fishing boats as a means of escape.”

“Give me enough of a heads up and I won’t have to.” You fight back a smile, recalling your first encounter, and the angry call you got 16 hours later, “But if you ever lie to me again about where you are, I’m leaving you stranded.” It’s a lie. In reality, if it came between you and him, you’re the expendable one. 

“Deal.” He confirms, “Oh, and, Pluto?”

“Yes?”

“It seems like I’ll be having a niece.”

These days, your phone never stops ringing. Your second phone, that is.

“Where are you?” He preens through the phone. It’s the last question you’re expecting. You’re at a cocktail dinner for your job. The fake one. The one that The Agency placed you at to keep up appearances.

“Company dinner. Is there anything I can help you with?”

You’ve leaned over the balcony, nursing something with too much sugar and not enough alcohol. The venue is beautiful, probably some millionaire’s summer home, resting on a lavish hill and overlooking the ocean. The party blazes loudly behind you, a stark contrast to the stillness of the sea.

“Yeah. There is, actually.” He decides, “What are you wearing?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your clothes.” His voice is so smooth, sentences dancing off his tongue like a lullaby. “You’re wearing a purple dress, right? Say, is that silk?”

Your breath catches in your throat, your body suddenly alert at the implication of being watched, “Yes,” you find your voice again, making subtle movements to analyze your surroundings, “It was my mother’s.”

He hums, and part of you can hear a smirk in his voice, “Thought so.”

It bothers you that you’ve no clue what he looks like. How many times have you run into him without knowing? K was one of the most talented of this generation, able to adopt and shed identities as if they were clothing, able to blend into any crowd at any time, more dangerous than any traditional weapon. How many times has he been a friendly face on the street, a shadowy figure at the bar, and you simply had no idea?

“On your left.”

A man approaches you, dressed handsomely in a well-tailored suit. Shaggy orange hair falls into his bright eyes. His footsteps are quiet, practiced, holding a corsage in his right hand. 

Without sparing a moment, he transfers the flowers from his grasp to yours before spinning on his heels and disappearing into the crowd once again. Your words die in the back of your throat.

The corsage is simple, but pretty. Purple petals to compliment your dress. Tied around it is a small gift box. You return your attention to the phone, “What’s this?”

“A thank you.” He says, “And an apology. And something else. Open it.”

You do. It’s a cartier bracelet, thousands of dollars worth of gold. You flip it over to find your name engraved into the metal. Your real name. You gasp.

“Congratulations on the promotion.” He says your name so differently than anyone has ever said it. You trace the letters in your palm, just faint enough that only you would notice. Just faint enough that you could keep it, and not have it jeopardize your position.

“Just doing my job.” You conveniently left out that the company celebration was for you. Well, you and the five other people who received promotions this quarter. Of course K would find out.

”Don’t get smart with me,” He groans, “But consider it an apology as well. I would have loved to be there with you tonight. You’re brilliant, and I’m lucky to have you on my team.”

You idly watch the yachts float by, some illuminated with neon lights, and some brightened with floodlights. If you squint, you can make out the fishing boat just barely kissing the shore. And the shadowy figure perched upon it.

“Don’t feel bad,” You hum, “Something tells me you aren’t too far off.”

“Goodnight, Pluto.”

“Goodnight, K.”

The call ends. 

You clip the corsage around your wrist and return to the party.

i though this would be a fun little story! ok bye love as always, niko ♡

[sleepyfan-blog]

Phantom

Author’s Note: Sirass part three! I hope you enjoy :D

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Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel@whorety-k 

Warnings: none

Summary: Sirass and Pollux go to the afflicted reef to scout how many fellow Astartes they’ll need to destroy the burgeoning garden of rot. What they find surprises them.

“We’re going to have to burn all of the samples the humans took of the diseased wildlife and plants.” Pollux muttered, swimming back and forth in agitation as he waited impatiently for Sirass to finish gearing up.

“I know that, you’ve left instructions and warning for the blue stylus pushers to handle that, right?” Sirass snapped, rolling his eyes beneath his helmet as he continued to check over his gear, wanting to be sure that none of it had any flaws before they went diving into a territory defiled by Nurgle’s Worshippers. “We’ll need to check the machinery as well.”

“... But the Plague-bastard’s curses and afflictions only affect the living. Metals rust and decay but don’t fall sick.” The Imperial Fist spluttered, eyes going wide under his helmet.

“Clearly you’ve never had the dubious misfortune of having to deal with Glitchlings.” Sirass huffed, shaking his head a little “... When were you brought from?”

“Mid M-32, why?” Pollux asked “What the fuck is a Glitchling?”

“My bastard Primarch decided to cut a deal with the Plaguefather for… I’m not sure why… Some time in the past as I know it, after you were brought here. The ritual he used to seal the deal fused Machine Plague and Warp Bullshith together to create Glitchlings. They’re Nurglings, but for machines instead of living creatures. They delight in the corruption of machines and twisting them into horrific monstrosities.” Sirass explained “I heard about it from some of my Chaos brothers in passing and the knowledge stuck with me.”

“Oh fuck that entirely. They aren’t going to be thrilled about having to purge the data.” Pollux sighed. “And don’t call the Ultramarines stylus pushers. They do far more than that and you know it. They’ll likely handle the data as well, and explaining why fire and destruction is the only safe path forward.”

“... True enough.” Sirass sighed, reassured that his gear was in perfect working order. “I’m ready to go.”

“Finally! Remember, this is a scouting mission, as neither of us can deal with a full Rot Garden, we don’t have the kit to do so. There are Salamanders inbound, but it’s going to-” Pollux stated.

“It’s going to take them a few days to get here. Yeah, I know. This isn’t the first shit-awful mission I’ve been on, and I doubt it’ll be the last.” Sirass finished, cutting off the Imperial Fist. “We need to have a rough estimate of how many Death Guard are making this fucking thing, and whether or not they’ve managed to corrupt any humans into worshipping their shit-ass deamon-god. I remember the briefing protocols for something like this, I don’t need to be reminded. Let’s get going.”

Pollux grumbled under his breath, and Sirass pretended not to hear the bitchy bastard as they swum swiftly over the deceptively beautiful waters, diving in.

~

“... Wasn’t the garden bigger, the last time we were here?” Pollux asked Sirass over vox, sounding as perplexed as Sirass felt.

“It was. I helped with the last survey of the afflicted reef two days ago. Something’s changed… I could almost taste the Chaos in the water, but that’s faded somewhat too…” Sirass murmured, scanning the area more closely. “The densest bit of fuckery is this way. I haven’t seen any signs of Death Guard here today, what about on your side, Pollux?”

“No signs of Death Guard on this side of the Garden, either. Maybe they’re deeper in, or off on a hunt?” Pollux offered. “I… Suppose we should push further into the territory.” It went without saying that they should touch nothing in this cursed place unless they absolutely had to.

The signs of decay and illness were still very much present in the plant and animal life, but it wasn’t nearly as dire as it had been a couple of days ago. Some of the fish were actually moving at close to their normal speeds, doing their usual behaviors. The numbers of parasites in the waters had gone down according to Sirass’ scanners, and the amount of chaos taint had plummeted precipitously, now that he knew to look for it, knew what the signs were.

This was true even as the two mer cautiously swum deeper into the garden. Signs of healthy life were beginning to appear, and the dead were no longer crawling or moving in a parody of life. Sirass stilled completely as he reached the middle of the garden, eyes widening beneath his visor “What… Who?... Why?”

Before him was the crawling vine-rose things that marked the heart of a plague garden. It’s tendrils should be glowing and pulsing, trying to reach for anything that wasn’t tainted by Nurgle in order to consume. The center mass of the foul creation should be undulating and hard to look at without nausea and pain ripping through his body and mind.

Instead, the thorn-covered vines were a dull grey color. Lifeless and unmoving. The center mass looked like it had been ripped or slashed apart by something large and pissed off. Clearly someone else had killed the heart of the this Rot Garden, which was what helped to perpetuate Nurgle’s curses and diseases. They hadn’t completed the job, and if left unattended, the Plague Heart would come back to life and start causing problems if it wasn’t thoroughly torched in Promethium-based flames and torn out, roots and all.

But it was an excellent start. 

“I have no idea who did this… I didn’t think there were many Astartes in this area, apart from the group who lives with the humans nearby. None of them reported in, attacking this and they really should have…” Pollux muttered to himself. “We should retreat from here. It may be dead for now, but it’s still dangerous… And the Death Guard could come back. They’ll get nasty as they’ll assume we did this.”

“Mh, let’s get going then.” Sirass agreed, nodding shortly. Agreeing with an Iron Fist felt very strange and vaguely wrong… But Pollux was correct in this instance. The two of them took turns flitting from cover to cover around the periphery of the slowly shrinking Garden of Rot for the four days it took for the Salamander Flamer squads to arrive. Not a single Death Guard, nor any cultists appeared in that time.

Once the Salamanders had arrived and began the task of purifying the area with flames and psykery, Sirass and Pollux left after being checked and cleared for corrosion. The Ultramarines attached to the humans’ ocean preservation group had indeed purged all of the Nurgle Shit from the area, including information and explained why.

Sirass’ human sprinted over to him as soon as he cleared the ocean water. You hesitated for a couple of moments asking “You’ve been through decontamination, right?”

“Yes, my love I have been. The area is being purged by experts.” He explains with a nod.

“Good… It’s going to be a lot of work to restore that area, but it’ll be worth it. I’m glad that… That you’re okay. The… The stories they told us about what those twisting-illnesses can do to a person were awful!” You shudder, running up to him and hugging him tightly.

Sirass smiles a little, holding you close. He nuzzles you lovingly as he takes off his helmet, attaching it to his belt and giving you several loving kisses all over your face “I apologize that you were frightened for and worried over me, love. But I am fine. If you’d like to thoroughly check me over once we get home, I won’t object~”

You blush at his tease but nod, going up on your tiptoes and giving him a loving kiss “Yes please.”

He grins as he scoops you up, swimming through the air towards your apartment.

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Spooky & Cozy #1: Harvest Moon, part 1 (notsosimstober & simblreen ’24)

Prompt: 1 – Harvest Moon by @notsosimstober

Word Count: 5,040 (both parts)

Image Count: 37 (15 this part)

Warnings: Speaks about death/passed on family.

Note: I had to break this up into two parts because there’s too many images lmao Here is the first entry into the Simstober 2024 series and a gift for Simblreen! I hope you enjoy c:

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“This as far as I can go, miss.”

I lifted my eyes from the book I was reading to glance out the window. The dirt road we were on had come to an end in front of a house, though it’s not the one I was looking for. Even so, I shoved my book into my bag and approached the front of the bus.

“Can you tell me how to get to this house?” I showed him the slip of paper with the address written on it and he smiled.

“Oh, the Rainston cottage? Take a right past this house here,” he pointed to the house in front of us. “And continue on toward the hill by the waterfall. If you keep going straight, it’s impossible to miss! Once you reach the waterfall, just follow the path up the hill on your right.”

“Thank you.”

“Give Miss Maybelle my best!”

“Sure.” I offered him a nod before stepping off the bus. It seems like she is quite popular around here. I watched the bus drive back down the road until it disappeared from sight.

Although I enjoy mother nature, I won’t lie and pretend that I’m good at surviving her. Not only that, but I’m terrible with directions and I could get lost inside a paper bag. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, the cool autumn air feeling good against my skin.

Well, I certainly can’t make my way back down the road, especially with those dark clouds rolling in. All I can do is move forward and hope I find my way. Autumn had only just begun, so there weren’t many leaves on the ground. I could picture it in my head, though, the ground littered with leaves of vibrant red and orange.

Autumn is my favorite time of year but, living in the city, I don’t get to really experience it. That’s one thing to look forward to on this trip, I suppose.

When I came to a fork in the road, I realized there were three paths to take – a bridge across the river to my left, a dirt road to my right, and continuing on the path forward. Thankfully, there was a signpost nearby, telling me which way the cottage was.

The farther I got, the more at peace I felt. This place was absolutely gorgeous, the air crisp and clean. It was nothing like the city I grew up in. Instead of listening to honking horns, people arguing and loud music, I heard only the sounds of birds singing, the wind sliding through the leaves, and the water rushing down from the falls.

By the time I made it to the top of the hill, I had to stop and take a break because my legs were beginning to hurt. Exercise had never really been my thing as I preferred to sit around and read.

Being so close to the waterfall was so amazing that I couldn’t quite put it into words. The closest I’ve been to something like this is the fountains in the city which, are quite impressive, but are nothing compared to mother nature herself.

After resting for longer than I needed to because I enjoyed the view, I continued up the winding path, coming upon a cute little cabin that looked as if it had been taken from a fairy tale.

I wasn’t entirely sure how I was feeling. Nervous, sure, but there was another emotion fluttering around inside me that I couldn’t quite identify. Hope, maybe? Or maybe it’s just fear and uncertainty.

It made sense, I suppose. See, I’m meeting my grandparents for the first time. I grew up with just my mom in my life and, when she died a few years ago, I was left alone in a dark world, weighed down by debt. I never knew my father and, as far as I know, I was a one night stand baby.

When I signed up on the Simology website, I didn’t have a lot of hope that it would find any of my family members or ancestors. To my surprise, there was a DNA hit just one week after I signed up. A woman named Maybelle Rainston reached out to me after the site contacted her and, with a 95% match, she believes I’m her deceased son’s daughter.

We sent off for an official test to confirm we’re related, but it hasn’t come back yet. Despite this, she insisted that I leave the city behind and come live with her and her husband. As scary as this change is, I really had no choice. I was three months behind on rent and my landlord was sick of me not paying on time. I have no doubt in my mind that he was going to kick me out soon.

A deep bark snapped me out of my thoughts and I glanced over to see a bloodhound lazily walking from beside the house. He tilted his head to the side, looking at me curiously.

“It’s okay,” I called out softly. “I promise I’m not an intruder.”

He growled softly, but it didn’t seem aggressive so I approached slowly, holding out my hand for him to sniff. He did so without hesitation before wagging his tail.

“Wish me luck, boy,” I said softly as I patted his head. He barked in reply, following me toward the door. After taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I reached up and knocked on the door.

The door swung open, revealing a small older woman with kind eyes. She smiled at me, pulling me into a tight hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

I hugged her back awkwardly, not used to human contact. “Nice to meet you, too, Miss Maybelle.”

“Oh, please, no need to be so formal, dear! Come in out of the cold.” She stepped aside to give me room. Upon entering the home, I was hit by the pleasing smell of pumpkin spice and vanilla.

“Harold! She’s here!” She called out before motioning toward the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, you’re family, after all.” She sent me a warm smile before turning her back to me.

This statement made me feel both happy and upset. I’m happy to not be alone anymore but I’m so afraid the test will come back saying we’re not related. What then? Will she kick me to the curb and never speak to me? I didn’t know this woman well so the thought shouldn’t hurt me as bad as it does.

The kitchen was silent as she brewed the tea, the smell of chamomile filling the small space. It helped me relax.

“How was your trip?”

“Oh, um… it was fine.” I rubbed the back of my head. “It was long so I slept for most of it.”

She sent me a frown. “I’m sorry we couldn’t come get you. These old bones just aren’t fit for long travel anymore.”

“No, it’s okay! You paid for the ticket, that’s enough. Thank you.”

Her frown turned into a warm smile. “Silly girl, you don’t have to thank family. I was happy to help.” She set a cup of steaming tea in front of me before settling down across from me.

I heard shuffling from the doorway behind me before an elder male appeared.

“There you are, Harold! Jace is here.”

The man sat between us, offering me a smile. “Hello, Jace. I hope my wife hasn’t been talking your ear off.”

“Oh, stop it!” Maybelle swatted at his arm, pretending to be offended. Her playful smile gave it away, though.

Harold chuckled, his eyes shining with love. “Sorry, dearest.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. I could only hope to find a love so strong that we stay together until our end of days.

“You must be tired, dear, I’m sorry!” Maybelle stood up, setting our cups in the sink. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your room.”

“It was nice meeting you, sir.” I told him as I stood up to follow.

“Nonsense.” He stood up, as well, pulling me into a hug. It was much tighter than hers had been. “You have Ryan’s eyes, you know.”

I assumed that was his son, the man they believe to be my father. I could hear the sorrow in his voice when he said this. It was a pain I could sympathize with, still missing my mother dearly.

He patted my back before pulling away. “Once you get some rest, I’ll tell you all about him.”

“Only if you want to know,” added Maybelle gently as she stood patiently in the doorway.

“Right,” he nodded in agreement, settling back down at the table. “Now, go rest.”

I nodded back, following Maybelle into the living room. In the back left corner was a door, behind which was a staircase descending into a basement.

“I hope this is okay. It was the only place we had available.” She brought her hand over her heart. “If you choose to stay with us, we can work on turning the space into your own.”

“Don’t worry! As long as I have a bed and a bookcase, I’m happy.”

“Well, you certainly have a bed,” she chuckled. “Harold will head into town tomorrow and pick a bookcase up for you.”

“I can go instead. It’s probably easier for me…” I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. “Sorry, that sounded rude.”

“Not rude at all, dear. We certainly are not spring chickens anymore!” She chuckled. “Now get some rest. I’ll come get you once dinner is ready.”

I caught myself before thanking her again, offering a smile instead. My room was the only one in the basement so I stepped inside. It was fairly simple, offering just a bed, a dresser and a potted plant which, thankfully, was fake. I had never been able to keep potted plants alive to save my life.

I set my bag on the dresser before settling down on the side of the bed. For a few moments, I just sat there, thinking over everything that had happened.

Before long, I felt my eyes growing heavy and I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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These are some thoughts I've been having about "abortion abolitionists" vs the prolife movement just to warn you in case you want to scroll past.

I listen to and follow some people who call themselves “abortion abolitionists” and they insist that it’s separate from being pro-life and the pro-life movement and it’s irritating sometimes because I have never heard an abortion abolitionist accurately describe what being pro-life is when they try to explain the difference between the two.

Among some of the things I have heard them say is pro-lifers don’t want to ban abortion, we just want to regulate it. And that’s not true. I’ve heard them say we support regulations like having it done by medical professionals in clean facilities and we essentially just treat it like healthcare, albeit healthcare we don’t like, which, again, isn’t true.

The goal of the pro-life movement is to make abortion illegal and unthinkable, not merely regulate it. And it’s kind of inexcusable for them to be saying things like this since they would be hard pressed to find a pro-lifer that wants abortion to remain legal but just have some better regulations so that it will maybe happen less. We absolutely want abortion to be banned. We agree with you that abortion is homicide and should not be tolerated so please don’t mislead people.

One abolitionist I was listening to try to explain the difference between being an abolitionist and being pro-life actually said people generally might be pro life because we like babies or our church is against abortion so that’s the stance we take but they are abolitionists because abortion is homicide and they follow God directly and I’m just like. Really? That sounds like a small child is trying to describe being pro-life and is the same kind of crappy definition of pro-lifers that an ignorant pro-abort would spit out. Maybe some of you abolitionists should try talking to a pro-life person sometime because I think you’ll find we’re not actually that different.

The biggest difference I see between the two groups is how we get to the point of a complete abortion ban. As a pro-life person, although I want abortion to be banned and will not stop pushing for it until it happens, I will support any legislation or anything that makes abortion less frequent or less accessible on the road to a complete ban because that’s what we call realistic.

From what I can surmise, and maybe I’m wrong, abolitionists act like supporting anything other than a complete ban isn’t good enough. Like. My guy I am aiming for a complete ban too but maybe this regulation is a good stepping stone on the way there. Society isn’t going to change overnight and I think if you look through history you’ll see that big changes like this are gradual. Would I love for an abortion ban to happen overnight? Hell yeah but I also know that’s not going to happen and if we want an abortion ban we have to work our way up to it.

If you say you want abortion banned but you criticize people who support legislation that does anything other than a complete ban, then you’re actually not doing anything to get it banned.

I’ve even seen some abolitionists try to blame the pro-life movement for stopping bills that would supposedly “abolish” abortion and we, the pro-life movement, are keeping abortion legal. Which is nonsense.

Maybe if y’all would stop putting forth bills that try to criminalize the mother, when women are victims of the abortion industry and have been mislead by them for years and don’t fully understand what they are doing and just tried to save babies then you’d get more support for your bills. With the way our culture has been for the last 50+ years, the bills you are proposing are the goal we ultimately hope to reach, not a realistic overnight change. And trying to pretend you’re a completely different group and the only one who wants to ban abortion because you want to throw the mother in jail and think the only acceptable legislation are your bills that have no chance of being passed until we have a culture shift on this issue, is a little ridiculous.

What I’m basically writing this to say is we’re not that different. We actually both want the same thing. You abolitionists need to take some time and actually educate yourselves on what the goals of the pro-life movement are because we want the same thing even if we have some different ideas on how to get there and I think it’s not helpful at all for you guys to separate yourselves from us and create hostility where it doesn’t belong. We need to work together to get abortion banned and it’s actually really unhelpful to just make a whole other group and start spreading misinformation about pro-lifers, creating animosity.

We already have to fight against the pro-aborts and it does no good to also fight against each other. It would be so nice if we could work together and focus on saving the lives of babies, since that’s what we both want.