#I will tattoo this on my back/srs

[bread-is-my-life]

DUDE I'M CRYING WAIT

Basically every public All Might event :

[astonmartinii]

copycat | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem reader

they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but really it's just annoying

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

note: sorry to all of the chloes of the world, i just chose a random name!

f1tea

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f1tea: SHE STRIKES AGAIN! y/n y/ln, oscar piastri's girlfriend, recently changed up her style with some bangs and surprise, surprise chloe reed shared her updated look just days later. then to really pour salt in the wound, reed posted yet again in mclaren merch. will she ever give up?

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user3: BRO YOU COULDN'T HAVE WAITED AT LEAST A WEEK?

user4: i think all subtlety was lost when she copied a literal TATTOO

user5: the way it's y/n's tattoo dedicated to oscar as well...

user6: at what point do we get a restraining order?

user7: the day that girl ends up in the paddock we should let y/n fight her with no consequences

user8: this has been going on for so long i feel like y/n has a lot to unleash on her

user9: at this point i think all of us y/n fans should be able to get their lick in

user10: i'm new to f1 can someone explain this lore to me? (srs)

user11: y/n and oscar have been together for nearly four years now, they got together when they were like 19. this chloe reed girl went on one date with oscar when they were 17 and now copies everything y/n does to try and get his attention? like down to haircut and tattoos ... it's kinda crazy and y/n has made some references to it but like we're nearing like the third year of this so i think she might snap soon

user12: it's even got to the point where chloe has like started talking with y/n's accent? she has a very obvious accent so like it's INSANE

user13: and to think all of this over a single date SIX YEARS AGO

user14: on a brighter note - y/n was MADE for bangs they look so fucking good

user15: obviously she should stop but if there's anyone you want to look like, it would be y/n

user16: at this point is it even over oscar anymore? or has chloe lost herself to journey to BECOME y/n

user17: the fact that she still camps out under all of oscar's posts and constantly posts in mclaren merch

user18: and don't even get me started with how she's always in the comments of oscar's sisters' comments

user19: someone needs to get nicole to put this girl on blast

user20: remember before elon took away public likes that mark went on a liking spree about chloe being a lil weirdo

yourusername

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yourusername: summer breakin' with my boy (and his boy)

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user24: MAMA THERE'S A BITCH TRYNA BE JUST LIKE YOU 💜

user25: i unfortunately think she's very aware of it

oscarpiastri: i know you love me because you didn't get annoyed about THEM gatecrashing our couples getaway

landonorris: what if we are a couple HUH???

oscarpiastri: max literally has a girlfriend?

landonorris: ur so close-minded osc

yourusername: i love you osc even with these little stray cats you've picked up

landonorris: did we or did we not organise a super romantic dinner for you?

oscarpiastri: i organised a dinner and you two are so fussy that you left to find some chicken nuggets?

landonorris: therefore giving you a romantic evening on the water?

yourusername: you fell in the water trying to get back on board from the tender and i had to jump in and save you after a fish touched your foot and you began to have a panic attack

landonorris: god you do something nice for people and all you get is SHAMED

mclarenf1: you nearly drowned ???

user26: is chloe going to attempt to drown someone so she can claim she also saved an f1 driver

user27: @georgerussell63 alert the GDPA - NO WATER !!!

georgerussell63: understood 🫡

user28: has it not gotten to a crazy point now that we're warning drivers that this crazy girl might DROWN them ???

user29: at what point do we put oscar and y/n is witness protection

user30: the day she manages to get in the paddock me thinks

charles_leclerc: i see our invite got lost in the mail?

yourusername: please refer to whatever the fuck was going above your comment

charles_leclerc: that you're a victim of identity theft?

yourusername: we been known, but BEFORE THAT

charles_leclerc: oh. you should've let lando drown

landonorris: ???

oscarpiastri: i think that might have gotten me fired?

yourusername: no more papaya rules?

chloereed

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chloereed: summer breakin'

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user33: oh brother this guy STINKS

user34: i am feeling sufficiently creeped out on the behalf of y/n and oscar

user35: i really don't understand her game here though? does she expect oscar to see this and actually mistake her for y/n and leave y/n for her?

user36: at this point i think she's lost in the sauce

user37: also oscar is hilariously down bad for y/n like he could probably recognise her via vibrational field he would not fall for this cheap imitation

logansargeant: this ain't it btw (it's never been it)

user38: not logan tapping in

logansargeant: who gon check me boo? i ain't got a job

chloereed: i don't know what you're trying to say, but i don't appreciate you spreading misinformation and hate

logansargeant: you have literally copied everything about my best friend down to her sentimental tattoos and you've essentially stalked my other bestfriend for nearly seven years ?

chloereed: it's not stalking if i know i'm what he really wants? she's the imitation of me

logansargeant: you like need help

user39: GO LOGAN

user40: bro has been let of the leash

user41: tbf when you think about it, logan has been friends with oscar for years and by default friends with y/n for just as long so like he's probably seen how this has effected them personally

user42: i don't really see how this is such a big deal, people try and imitate celebs all the time ?

user43: i think it's because she knows at least one of them personally and is very viciously pursuing oscar

user44: also there has to be an aspect we don't know because i don't think logan would be publicly taking her on in the comments if it weren't a lot worse

user45: also ... like it probably feels like shit as a person generally to have everything you do copied and not even get a tiny bit of credit

f1

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f1: we're ready for you monza

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user46: OMG IS THAT?

user47: i'm being so for real y/n needs to fight her

user48: OSCAR RUNNNNNNNNN

landonorris: do i need to inform the legal department?

yourusername: you might want to give them some sort of heads up

chloereed: why you afraid i'll steal back my man?

yourusername: no i'm afraid i'll get hit with a manslaughter charge

chloereed: that's a threat - my lawyers will be hearing

yourusername: tell them bitch, oscar would still choose conjugal visits with me over ever being with you

user49: came for the fast cars, staying for whatever this drama is omg

user50: i once went on a reddit deep dive about this drama where they compiled all the evidence and holy moly this confrontation has been a long time coming

user51: the best (or maybe worse) thing abotu all of this is that her claim of being with oscar first and dating him when they were 17 is based on one 'date' where is was just a joint ball between their schools where there was a compulsory dance in which they were partners

maxverstappen1: yo this shit is insane

user52: aren't you meant to be in the car in 20 minutes?

maxverstappen1: drama waits for no one @yourusername i got ur back

charles_leclerc: at this point i will mobilise the tifosi @yourusername

yourusername: i can handle her, i might just need some money to fix my nails

oscarpiastri: please do not fight her, she's not worth it

chloereed: she won't fight for your love but i will

oscarpiastri: can you just fuck off

user53: i fear she's pushed them over the edge now lol

user54: i'm glad they're both letting her have it in the PUBLIC INSTAGRAM COMMENTS <3

f1tea

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f1tea: she's finally done it? chloe reed was spotted in the paddock at monza. will we finally see a confrontation between the two girls?

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user55: i FUCKING hope so

user56: if i were y/n you'd have to hold me back i'm being so serious

user57: i'd be in oscar's mclaren so fast and be driving down the pit lane to look for her

user58: i'd already be in an italian prison sorry not sorry

user59: y/n needs to give me lessons on being this graceful

user60: at this point we should just have an undercard for the race that's these girls tussling it out

user61: at this point i think logan, charles and max are ready to jump in

user62: charles and max being in the comments just before FP getting the scoop is so insane i love them

user63: imagine getting these f1 drivers this pressed over an aesthetic

user64: if you think this is just about an aesthetic you're just being dumb on purpose

user65: but like y/n is just a girl with bangs and a basic look, u could say like half of the female population are copying y/n

user66: but like please look at the actual evidence, it's way deeper than bangs babe

user67: also the TATTOO WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE TATTOO

user68: whatever happens y/n will always be better than me

user69: she needs to bash her publicly if she won't beat her physically lol

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: please leave us alone, you'll never be her and i don't want you to be

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user71: STUNT ON THEM QUEEN

user72: a man who vocally defends you >>>

yourusername: love you bby

oscarpiastri: if anyone wants to take me away from you they'll have to defeat me in combat

yourusername: not saying i want that but you would be so sexy in full armour

oscarpiastri: for you... i would wear anything :3

user73: bro said his piece and immediately went back to simping like a pro

user74: if he doesn't offer to wear a suit of armour in the bedroom is he really in love with you?

user75: i guess we're not getting any dad!oscar content any time soon

landonorris: ???

user75: it's a joke about protected sex genius

landonorris: OH

chloereed: that's not what you said then oscar

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS SIX YEARS AGO IN A CONVERSATION I WAS OBLIGATED TO HAVE GET A GRIP WOMAN

oscarpiastri: YOU WILL NEVER FEEL SATISFACTION IN YOUR LIFE IF YOU CONTINUE TO COPY EVERYTHING SHE DOES AND REFUSE TO BE YOUR OWN PERSON

oscarpiastri: so PLEASE FOR YOUR OWN SAKE GET YOUR OWN LIFE AND LEAVE US ALONE

oscarpiastri: oh. i'm blocked

oscarpiastri: slay

user76: so ... oscar... when can we get this level of reading on the radio

yourusername: don't make him do community service :(

user77: but him being sassy is a service to the community

yourusername: you make a good point

yourusername

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yourusername: you can be a copy cat all you like, but you'll never beat the original

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user78: i am sorry i exist at the same time as you

user79: i know this a whole love post but i have a confession, i am IN LOVE WITH YOU GET RID OF THE AUSSIE

oscarpiastri: 🤨

charles_leclerc: this was a whole saga, i'm happy it's all worked out for you guys but this was hella entertaining - when can we do it again?

yourusername: never again hopefully

charles_leclerc: boring!

yourusername: it literally got to the point that you offered to leave your car keys in a 'special spot'

charles_leclerc: well obviously i don't mean to THAT extent but i just want a bit of drama, let a girl live

user80: shit stirrer charles leclerc i love you

user81: we should've known he was in the trenches with this, the inchident knows no bounds

oscarpiastri: i love you and i'm sorry this happened. but you do slay so i could see why people would want to be you

yourusername: i knew me with bangs would be too powerful 😔

oscarpiastri: you're the most beautiful girl in the world no matter what

yourusername: ugh you have me blushing pretty boy

landonorris: cringe

yourusername: maybe if you copied oscar's flirting techniques you'd actually be wifed

landonorris: i thought we just established that copying is bad

yourusername: trust me, you need the help

user82: i'm glad we've returned to peace with the lando slander

user83: they're power is insane

maxverstappen1: can i say helping you come up with this caption is my community service

yourusername: fuck yes

maxverstappen1: stunting on hoes is very much in the public interest

fin.

note: i'm back in a rhythm !! this is not so subtle so i'll expand here: please please please do not steal my work, idc if you change the driver, if you're blatantly stealing my ideas and concepts - to the point that people are messaging me to make me aware, please don't! or at least credit me rather than pretending this a completely original thought. mamma mia didn't bother me as much because it's obviously the musical's idea, but omg undercover verstappen? big reputation? and guilty as sin - down to the series name? i haven't made any posts about this but know it's very much bothering me and if i see anymore i may have to put it on blast. thank you all for reading, soz for the rant but this has been going on for months.

[lightwing-s]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x reader

It must’ve been early when the knocking woke you up. Rolling in the warmth of the bed, you struggled to get up and once you did, you walked towards the door on pure muscle memory, still too tired to proceed with any coherent thoughts.

You opened it automatically, rubbing your heavy eyes and letting out a yawn.

“Ghost, Price and I were thinking that maybe…” you heard a voice you faintly remembered blurt out words you vaguely put together. “Yn? What are you doing in Simon's room?”

Freezing at the spot, your eyes dart open, as wide as they could possibly be, and a burst of energy runs through your body, making your mind jolt alight, finally deciding to work.

“Fuck.” you whisper, as you could hear the sound of objects falling and stumbling steps rushing to your side. Simon, still shirtless, holding up his loose sweatpants and whose mask had been clumsy put on, only one of his eyes properly fitting through it’s proper hole, arrived beside you breathlessly, pulling Gaz into the room and closing the door immediately thereafter.

Pushing the Sergeant onto the unmade bed, it took him a moment to catch his breath, spinning around on the same spot on the floor. He had fixed his mask, and the moment his eyes caught yours you could clearly understand his message.

We’re fucked.

Your eyes were restless, moving from Simon and Gaz so quickly it was making you dizzy. Your hands tugged at Simon’s shirt, dressing you like a dress, but barely covering your legs, ones you were not used to exposing in front of your comrades.

It was awkward, this whole situation an awkward mess you had put you all in.

I’m sorry, you mouthed and pleaded with your eyes as Simon stopped in front of you, his hands reaching for your arm, rubbing it warm, consoling you as much as he could as you two sulked in unwanted company.

“Can you two explain what’s going on?” asked your “guest”. Exchanging glances once more, you two fought over who would break him the news. “Or am I supposed to make my own conclusions?”

“‘S pretty obvious, innit?” Simon replied, dryly.

“I wanted to hear it from you, it looks too surreal.” he said, leaning back and straightening his position, a smirk spreading on his face, amusement evident in his eyes. “The Lt and Yn shagging.”

You looked back at Simon once more, his arms crossed on his chest making his biceps look twice their size, and his clear crunched jawline, probably planning three hundred different ways to murder his teammate. Touching his shoulder, you asked for allowance, watching as he considered the options before nodding in return.

“Gaz.” you called, catching his attention. “We’re married.”

Gaz’s head bobbed forward as his eyes almost jumped out of its socket, questioning the shocking news and his own reality. To confirm your words, showed him your hands, more specifically your ring finger, where a pair of letters, ‘SR’, were tattooed secretly on its side. The Lieutenant followed suit, uncrossing his arms to expose your initials drawn on the same spot in his ring finger. 

You two were married. Married, and no one in the base knew it. Hell, they didn’t even know you two had a thing for each other, was going through Gaz’s mind.

“Married?” he repeated, more an affirmation than a question, trying to process it in his head. “I can’t wait till Johnny knows it.”

“Johnny can’t know it.” you immediately cut him. “Please, Gaz. I-it’s…” private, you wanted to add, our lives. But a lump in your throat caught you, feeling everything you’d build crumbling down. 

You’d been so careful. You and Simon had taken every possible precaution since the first night you hooked up, not wanting anyone to find out your silly “mistake”, to the day of your wedding two years ago, the most important day in your entire life. And now the secret was done for, days counted even if Gaz were kind enough to keep it to himself.

“Private.” Gaz completed your words after a brief minute of silence, and the hope in your chest grew. “I get it. You know I’m not a snitch.” Standing up, he continued. “Your secret is safe with me.” and extending his hand towards your husband he wished. “Congratulations, Simon.”

Your husband, after second thoughts, shook Gaz’s hand in his, evident force used to make sure a warning was heard: you say anything, you’re dead. However, knowing him like no one else, you notice signs no one would, and the slight drop in his shoulder lets you know he trusted his Sergeant.

“Congratulations you too, Yn.” he turned to you, giving you a tight hug instead, lifting you off your feet for a brief moment before returning you to the floor. “Does this make me the best man over Johnny?”

Fishing for a pillow, Simon threw it straight into Gaz’s head as he rushed out of your room, giggles heading out with him. You too stood laughing, enjoying knowing your secret paradise wasn’t done for yet, and trying to calm down your sulking and annoyed husband.

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a/n: short drabble to announce i'm now taking simon and other cod men requests ♡

[scorpioriesling]

Dress

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warnings: SMUT but this is also kind of cute?

Summary: This is… absolutely best friends to lovers and I’m living for it. Also… a bit of protective/jealous Ridoc at Sawyer’s expense. Eeeeek oopsie — enjoy anyway!

SR’s Note: I’m riding the Ridoc express today, not sure what’s come over me but… hopefully you’ll like what’s come out of it? xoxo

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Our secret moments,

In a crowded room

They have no idea

About me and you

You hum along to one of your favorite songs playing from your phone’s speaker as you flit around your dorm room excitedly. It was finally Friday — the Friday you’d been waiting for. After months of endless training sessions, classes, and non-stop work, the summer had finally begun and tonight was only the first night of it.

You’d been happy with your choice in joining the rider’s quadrant early last year, but you weren’t blind to the reality that you weren’t like many of the others who’d hardened under the harsh demands your quadrant requires. Leafing through the multiple pairs of leather pants, shirts, and jackets — you finally found it. The dress Rhiannon helped you choose a few weeks ago, just for tonight.

Yet, another example of what set you apart from the others.

You smiled to yourself, remembering how you’d looked when you first tried it on. Rhiannon and Violet immediately encouraged the purchase — though, you didn’t take much convincing. A quick reminder from your silver haired friend of who’d also be in attendance for tonight’s festivities had you walking the little black dress up to the register in seconds.

There is an indentation

In the shape of you

Made your mark on me

A golden tattoo

A knock sounds on your door just as you’re slipping the glittering straps over your shoulders, and you skip toward the oak barrier, halting your soft singing.

��Y/N, it’s just me; I know you’re in there, I can hear Taylor Swift!” Violet’s voice echoes through the wood. You yank the door open, and she grins brightly at you, her lips painted an unusual shade of crimson.

“Look at youuuu!” You croon. She rolls her eyes, stepping through the doorway and bypassing you. You close the door softly, and she gives your room a once over before turning to you again.

“Are you…” She trails off, reaching over to press pause on your phone screen.

“Almost ready? Yeah,” You say. You turn your back to her, and she steps forward.

“Looks like I was just in time.” She pulls the zipper on the back of your dress up, the fabric hugging you just right now that it’s secured. You adjust the straps and fabric, turning from side to side in the mirror. You meet Violet’s smirk from behind you in the mirror.

“Oh Gods, what?” You ask, smoothing the dress down to your mid-thighs. She walks forward, inspecting herself as well.

“Nothing, nothing…” She begins, and you roll your eyes. “I just think Ridoc won’t be able to keep his eyes off of you tonight, that’s all.” She giggles, and you can’t help but shudder a breath at her implication.

“Yeah right,” You begin, gazing at yourself again. “We’re just friends.” She scoffs, tossing her ombré hair over her shoulder and gently placing her hands on your bare ones.

“Mhm…” She hums. “We’ll see if that rings true after tonight.” She winks, and you open your mouth to protest, but she claps a hand on your shoulder.

“Now come onnn, we’ll be late and I didn’t put on this ridiculous getup to keep Xaden waiting, either.”

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All of this silence and patience

Pining and anticipation

My hands are shaking

from holding back from you

“Girl, you look stunning,” Rhiannon remarks as you and Violet approach her waiting outside the ballroom doors. She’s looking you up and down, from your rhinestone heels to the soft makeup on your face. She exchanges a nod of agreement with Violet, leaning in conspiratorially.

“You know who else will think you look stunning-“ You draw back, laughing at your friend’s implication. She can’t help but grin mischievously at you, tucking a long brown braid behind her ear.

“Yeah yeah, I know we all hope Ridoc thinks I’m soooo hot tonight,” you say sarcastically, causing a light laugh from your friends. You join in, until you feel a warm hand on your shoulder. Turning, you’re met with the familiar blue of Sawyer’s stare.

“Sawyer! Hi,” You say, pulling him in for a friendly embrace. He quickly hugs you, almost pulling you off of him as quickly as he could. You shoot him a confused look, and his flushed cheeks only prompt you further.

“Where is everyone else?” Rhiannon asks. The doors open behind her, a group from first wing entering the ballroom beyond as various sounds erupt and lights flash from inside. Sawyer clears his throat.

“They should be here any minute,” he says. His soft, strawberry curls frame his freckled face so perfectly. He’s cute, in a nice, boy-next-door type of way. Violet moves in closer, tucking away a stray piece of hair from your forehead. Sawyer’s eyes track every move.

“Y/N, you look so pretty tonight, seriously.” You give her a warm smile, and she looks to Sawyer, only glancing behind him for a moment before speaking louder. “Sawyer, don’t you think Y/N looks good tonight?” Sawyer’s cheeks redden, and you can’t help but smile up at him as he flusters for words.

“Y-yeah, you um… you look really good tonight, Y/N.”

“Hey! I coulda told you that much-“ Your heart skips a beat as you hear the familiar sound of his voice — Ridoc’s voice — above the sea of people around you. Your eyes find his in an instant, his words falling short as he takes you in fully. You hear Violet giggle beside you, and realize what she was doing, also noticing how close you and Sawyer were standing to one another.

Great.

“Wow um..” Ridoc chuckles breathlessly, his hand scratching at the nape of his neck as he continues to rake his eyes over every curve of your body. It isn’t until Sawyer coughs lightly that his gaze switches between the two of you, ultimately twisting his expression into something between confusion and maybe anger?

“Sorry did I interrupt something between the two of you?” He asks lowly, his usual upbeat tone completely gone. Your eyes widen, and to Sawyer’s credit, his does too — he literally takes you by the shoulders and gently scoots you back a few inches, quickly shaking his head.

“No! No, we were just-“

“Talking about how good Y/N looks? Yeah, I got that.” Ridoc’s eyes darken slightly, and you look at him incredulously. Bodhi and Xaden approach behind him, clapping him on the shoulders and starting in with their hello’s. Sawyer looks at you apologetically.

“I told Jesinia I’d meet her… so… I’m gonna-“

“Yeah,” You finish for him. He turns, making is way through the crowd as Rhiannon whistles lowly. You turn to face her and Violet, throwing them a furrowed brow look.

“Well… that sure was something.” Rhiannon drawls. Violet winces, and you shake your head.

“I’m sure it was nothing,” you start. “You know Ridoc can be so … I don’t know. Silly, sometimes.” You shrug. Violet looks you up and down once more, smirking as Xaden moves to take his hand in hers.

“I don’t think there was any joking in that tone of his,” she whispers. You scoff, Xaden tossing you a small smile before leading Violet toward the doors to the ballroom.

“We goin’ in or what?”

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It’d been maybe an hour or two, but felt like only thirty minutes since you’d entered the end of year celebration party. The neon lights danced overhead, only amplifying the weightless feeling between each of your bones, as though you were made of air. It was safe to say that the first few rounds of shots you’d taken with your friends were beginning to kick in.

“Are you going to dance?” Rhiannon shouts, her hands braced on the long drink table beside you. You lean closer so she can hear you over the loud music and chatter around you.

“What?” You shout back. Rhiannon sighs, and Violet emerges from the crowd, this time without her counterpart.

“Rhi, come dance with me!” She squeals. Rhiannon laughs, thrusting her wobbly arms out in attempt to stabilize your friend. She looks back to you as Violet begins dragging her to the dancefloor, shooting you a wink.

“Violet wait! What about-“

“She can dance with me!” Ridoc’s voice booms over the thud of the bass, his dark hair appearing over the crowd before you. The bodies seem to part like the sea, allowing him to walk right up to you. Rhiannon all but disappears into the mass; surely another one of Violets well-thought out master plans.

“I’ve known you long enough to know dancing isn’t your thing,” you start. You fight to keep your eyes from trailing down to the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, his corded forearms damp from the air in the room, sleeves rolled up a few inches-

All of this silence and patience

Pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from all this-

“Maybe not,” he chuckles, his warm smile pulling on your heartstrings. One of the many, many things you’ve come to accept that you love about your best friend, more than just being your best friend. “But, it’s yours, and Taylor Swift is playing next, so you bet your ass we’ll be out there for it.” He grins.

You can’t help but smile up at him, reminiscing in the little things he’s remembered about you even after all this time. He’s close enough to you that you can see his pupils are dilated — he’s definitely feeling the alcohol as well. You reach out, lightly pushing his shoulder with your fingertips.

“I dunno,” you tease. “Can you keep up?” He steps another inch closer, nearly pulling you flush against him. The song that’s playing ends, and he laces his fingers through yours that haven’t yet left his shirt. Your breath catches as he leans in so close, you share a breath.

“Hmm… let’s see if I can, pretty girl.” Your eyes widen, cheeks immediately heating at his words. He only casually chuckes in his humorous, familiar way, tugging on your hand to follow him as he parts through the crowd of people. As you finally set foot on the dance floor, you look around to see much of it cleared, Rhiannon and Violet flanking the sides to watch not-so-discreetly. The overhead lights are warm on your skin; but it’s the sudden feeling of Ridoc’s fingertips trailing along your neck that send chills down your spine.

“Maybe, you can follow my lead this time?” He asks quietly. You can only nod, your breath caught in a lump in your throat. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, his hand continuing its path down your spine and finding purchase just above the curve of your butt.

As the music begins, he presses you close, and you almost close your eyes to reel in the moment. This is what you’ve only ever dreamed of; moments like this, with Ridoc. Not being silly, or friendly. Moments where you dabble in being more. Where you finally show more of what you feel for him.

You meet his gaze and giggle, your fogged head tingling with desire as you look into his intense brown eyes. He flashes his perfect teeth at you, his other hand moving to place on your opposing hip. You sway with him, letting him lead this time as your hands rest lightly on his shoulders.

Say my name and everything just stops

“Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to, maybe ask you about.” Ridoc mutters. You chew on your lip — is this the moment? Or is everything going to go up in flames? You never know with him, it could be anything coming out of his mouth next.

“Mhm,” You prod. It strikes you as odd that his demeanor is more nervous and serious than his usual aloof, happy go lucky attitude you’re used to.

I don’t want you like a best friend

“I don’t know… I don’t think we should… ugh I don’t know what I’m saying.” He stutters, looking at the floor. Your hand moves to lightly touch his cheek, and his gaze immediately finds yours again. You run your thumb over the soft skin there, and he smiles faintly.

“Please, Ridoc just tell me — I wanna know,” you say. He sighs heavily, his hand moving to cover yours and take your fingers in between his.

“I don’t just want to be your best friend, Y/N,” he whispers. You feel like your heart stops, your world is tipping, you’re walking on sunshine —

“You mean… like…” You trail off. His other hand slides from your hip slowly up your waist, moving along every curve and over the side of your breast before his fingers take one of your flimsy, glittery shoulder straps in between them. He swallows hard, leaning in so his lips graze your ear.

“I mean, like I want you. Just for me. Only, me.”

Now it’s your turn to gulp. Sexy, hard, deep-voice Ridoc is not exactly what you had expected tonight. A dream come true? Absolutely. Expectation? Never.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

You take your lip between your teeth again, and his fingers tilt your chin to look up at him once more.

“Keep that up and we’ll have to leave the party early,” he chides. You giggle, pulling him close with your arms draped around his neck. “You’ve already teased me enough tonight with this dress…”

“And what if I told you I only bought it for you to take off?” You peer up at him innocently. He groans, the closeness of your bodies causing you to feel every twitch of his hardening cock through his pants.

“That’s it then; we’ll be going. Now.”

ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ

The alcohol is in full swing through your system by now; one minute you were at the party, the next minute, you’re in Ridoc’s dorm room. You both giggle quitely as he leads you to his bed — as if you’d never been in here before.

“Shhhhhh,” Ridoc sits on the edge, pulling you on his lap as you press a finger to his lips. “We have to shh or Sawyer might hear us.” Right; drunk girl logic = his roommate being in their dorm while a party is going on.

Ridoc softly takes your hand, turning it over to place a kiss on the back of it. You grin, and he looks up at you. Gods, he’s so handsome.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear you say anyone’s name but mine while you’re in my bed,” he groans, and you shift your hips over his member for added friction.

“Mhm,” you oblige, kissing him on the cheek. His hands thread through your hair, pulling you close as his lips finally meet yours. His familiar, intoxicating scent of vanilla and oak mixes deliciously with the taste of tequila on his mouth, and you can’t get enough.

Once he’s had enough of you squirming around atop him, he flips you over, pinning you to the bed as his fingers work under the straps of your dress.

“Is this okay to-“

“Please, Ridoc,” you beg. He sighs.

“I just want to make sure-“

“And I love you for it, but I’ve been waiting so long for this, please,” you whine. Ridoc’s eyes soften, and he smiles down at you before silently unzipping the zipper and sliding the fabric down your body. His breath catches as his eyes drink in your naked form before him.

“Y/N… Gods you’re fucking extraordinary,” he breathes, undoing his own pants and kicking them off with his shoes. His shirt is last to go, and you shamelessly gaze upon every muscle he’s packed on since last year.

Leaning down once more, he places a passionate kiss to your lips, his hand dancing along your hip bone as he makes his way toward your heat. When he reaches the apex, you softly moan, his fingers working you in slow circles.

“Mmm… Ridoc, yes….” you breathe. He lustfully gazes down at you, his fingers dipping inside of your core. You gasp, the small stretch deliciously pleasure filled.

“Good girl,” he growls lowly. “So pretty taking my fingers, hmm,” he speeds up, his hips slanting against the mattress next to you as he presses himself against it. He moves slightly, creating a little friction himself as he continues to finger fuck you.

“Ridoc, Gods yes I’m… ooh..” you squeak. He quickly pulls his fingers out, moving to position himself over you once more before pumping his shaft a few times with his slickened fist.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks lovingly. You nod, pressing another kiss to his perfect mouth. Running the tip through your folds, he finally sinks into you, pushing in slowly.

“Ohhhh FUCK,” you groan. He groans low, his gaze fixed on his length filling you almost to the hilt. He pulls out halfway, sliding back in again, drawing another moan from you.

“Please, please fuck me-“ You begin, and he all but slams into you all the way, a scream of pleasure erupting from you.

“AH, oh fuck-“ You start, his pace quickening. He kisses you sloppily, his tongue dancing with yours as he continues pounding mercilessly into you. Your fingers find the dark waves of his hair, softer than you’d imagined, and you lightly tug, silently begging for release.

“Fuck baby… I won’t last long,” he admits, and you groan once more at the pet name.

“I’m close Ridoc, fuck you’re so big-“ you pant, and his hands grip your hips as he fucks you with such force that you feel your own wetness trailing down your thighs.

“Ah…. oh Gods I’m gonna come,” you gasp, allowing the tightness inside you loose. He slams in three more times before a strained groan emits from his throat, the feeling of his warmth spreading through your core, mixing the releases from both of you inside. His pace slows as he rides out the last of his high, hands moving to grasp your knees wrapped around his waist.

After a few moments of breath catching, he unsheathes himself from you, moving to grab a clean sock from his drawer and wipe the excess from your legs. You can’t help but laugh, most of the tipsy fog worn off and replaced with tired bliss.

“Wowwww,” you drawl. “Really? A sock? Gosh I feel like such a princess.” Ridoc chuckles, wiping himself off before sliding in next to you on the bed.

“Hey! I didn’t plan for this tonight, this is all I’ve got in here,” he says defensively. “And I’ll have you know, it was a very clean sock, just for you m’lady.” You giggle at his humor, slipping under the covers with him and snuggling close to his chest. His arm wraps around you, his fingers sliding through the strands of your hair affectionately.

“Well then,” you unleash a huge yawn. “I am greatly honored.” Your eyes begin to wind shut, and eventually you drift off under the warmth and continuity of Ridoc’s soft touch.

“And I love you too,” he whispers, your earlier words replaying in his mind. He kisses your forehead, leaning against it before slipping into blissful sleep beside you.

[teaboot]

I saw you have a tattoo on your arm, pic pls? Also, what is it of?

It's a Jerusalem cross I got when I was out east a few years back. I was lucky enough to pass through the old city by complete coincidence and realized we were in walking distance of Razzouk Tattoo, so it was a bit of an impulse move lol

For anyone who may not know, Razzouk's is the oldest tattoo parlor in the world, opened in the 1300's and kept by the same family for over 700 years- Razzouk Sr. was incredibly fast and professional, and there was a small display of previous owner's pictures and tattoo supplies inside.

I'd heard about it years ago and was blown away when I found out we were within walking distance

It's probably one of my favourite pieces tbh

[starsofarda]

Silm Fashion - Part 8/? - Curufin

Or, as I like to call him, Junior.

Look, you can't tell me that Feanor didn't do that on purpose, Curufinwe Sr. and Curufinwe Jr.

At Least Celebrimbor didn't get Curufinwe Jr-Jr and I 100% believe that his mother decided. Anyway, we are here for Curufin and, as mentioned in my Celebrimbor post, the pipeline goes Feanor -> Curufin -> Celebrimbor even when it comes to fashion.

It doesn't mean that Curufin did not add his own flare to it.

Under cut!

So, because he is Junior, his first outfits were heavily influenced by Father. So we are seeing gold, Feanorian red, but also animals because Celegorm and Curufin bond quickly over shenanigans.

We kind of move on, we know what happens and he estalishes himself in Nargothrond with brother and child. He adds black and flames and becomes more practical (I am also going with that HC that he was the one holding Crispy Father as Feanor was dying, so a lot of the decor is to cover the scars)

He's gonna keep this silhouette until death, although he has more informal outfits that don't have any red in them, for when he has to go in stealth mode, or he has to go to battle. In the latter occasion he adds a leather armor lined with metal that sacrifices a bit aesthetics for practicality (unlike Father)

And there you have it. Junior.

Ah, as a smith, he has tattoos, mainly on his shoulders and back.

[bridgeportbritt]

Gianni's Residence | Del Sol Valley, Simerica

Jennifer: Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!

Gianni: How's Del Sol living, DJ?

Dennis Jr: Ah, you know how it is - expensive!

Gianni laughs: I hear that!

Rainbow: This is a cute little fall spread, Gianni! I'm impressed.

Gianni: Why, thank you! An all-vegan spread, too. Let's eat, shall we?

Dennis Sr: I hope after this nice dinner, we have time to catch the big game.

Gianni: I don't know, Mr. Brown. Quarks vs Thunders? Can our friendship withstand such a match up?

Dennis Sr laughs: I can promise to keep the trash talk to a minimum. But only because I like you.

Gianni: I'm honored, sir.

Dennis Jr: Yeah, not me. I don't care how long I live in the Valley, I'm a Brindleton Bay Thunders fan all the way.

Rainbow: Can we have one dinner without it turning into sports talk?

Jennifer chuckles: Somehow, I doubt that.

Rainbow: Let's talk about something more interesting. How are you two doing? Do you love living in this ridiculously large house, Jenny?

Jennifer sighs: Back to those Thunders...

Rainbow: What? Fine, Gianni. Here's something I've been meaning to ask you. What do you think of Jennifer's tattoos?

Gianni: Her tattoos?

Rainbow: Yes! I'm so curious. You know, we didn't raise them to draw all over their bodies. But Jennifer had a little phase and now the girl's covered.

Jennifer: What? I don't even have that many!

Gianni: I like them. They're all really nicely done and she has a nice story or meaning behind each one. I think that's cool.

Rainbow: Oh, okay. Well, that's good. Still happy at least one of our kids is tattoo-less.

Dennis Jr nervous: Heh, right.

Jennifer: Why don't we focus on DJ the Tattooless and his little girlfriend?

Rainbow curious: Girlfriend?

Dennis Jr: I have no idea what she's talking about.

Jennifer: Sure.

Gianni: Jen, I think Xena needs to be let out. Do you mind?

Jennifer chuckles: I'll take any excuse to be excused right now.

Gianni whispers: Well, fam. I want to thank you all for coming, but I have an ulterior motive for why I had Jennifer invite you.

Dennis Sr: Do you know? What's on your mind, Son?

Rainbow: Hmm. This should be good.

Gianni: Well, you all know that I love Jennifer. She's honestly the best thing that's ever happened to me and our relationship has been progressing so well that I think it's ready for the next step. So... I'd like to ask you for your blessing to marry your daughter.

Dennis Jr: Woah. That's awesome, man!

Dennis Sr: Well, this is exciting news. Right, honey?

Rainbow: You want to marry our daughter?

Gianni: Yes.

Rainbow: Marry Jennifer?

Gianni: Yes...

Rainbow: Well, that's great news!

Gianni: Really?

Rainbow: Of course! My little girl is getting married! I mean, you have my blessing. Right, Dennis?

Dennis Sr: Yes, of course! You're already like family. I'd be happy to call you, son in law!

Gianni relieved: Whew! I am glad to hear that!

Dennis Sr: So, when is this all happening, son?

Gianni: The proposal? Well, I mean, we're all here and I can't think of a better way to propose that she'd actually like and not think was insanely over the top. So, I was thinking right here tonight.

Rainbow: Oh, Watcher! How exciting! I love that idea.

Dennis Jr: So will Jennifer. Congrats, man! Oh, snap. Here she comes!

Thanks to @haziewhims for these team name references lol

[r4vn]

–18+ LIFE RANT WRITER THOUGHTS & GIRL TALK

listen yall we are about to get REALL personal im not sober from a houseparty i had last night playing Drinkopoly and if we gonna be writer besties LISTEN UP

so i have a fling. or an attempted flingy..situation rn. i havent seen him in nearly 2months now bc first month he had a situation and i went to uni!

but my GOD...THE PINING BETWEEN US? I NEED TO DIEE GUYS. i initiated the fling first (i sweet talked the hell out of him i love making men intimidated) and then never got to kiss him or see him or ANYTHING bc he had a srs situation going on. so now its just huge horny pining between us and texting bc his car is in another state rn and im at university AND THE FLING WAS SUPPOSED TO STOP WHEN I GOT TO UNI BUT I CONTINUED IT BC IDK KFNDJFBD ANYWAYS GUYS WHEN I TELL YOU OVULATION WAS KILLING ME AND THE URGES CARRIED INTO MY CYCLE AND I JUST CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM HE'S SO CUTE AND DORKY AND MAKES ME FLUSTERED SO BAD URRGHGKGKFKFG

his hands ..his arms..i love arms on a man so much i want them around me after a brief round of play fighting and he's jus holding me securely so i dont run.. they arent too veiny and his hands r soft and well kept and he has tattooes on his forearms of an artist we both love and i jus want to JUMP HIS BONES.

he has thee best, dorkiest smile and his laugh is so contagious its so silly and HES SO SILLY.

i dont care if we are the same height and he's a..not bigger guy..but like samoan-man build if YK WHAT I MEAN....samoans r big but not BIG. he jus has that masc bigger build and when he wears his work uniform and sends a video in it i pay no attention to the words spoken. errfgggngngfnffnnfnfnffnfndnhnhhnhnhn please pick me up and sit me on the counter omfggmg

AND OUR FIRST 2 HANGOUTS HE WAS HELPING ME W THINGS AND HE SPOKE SOFTLY AND IN SUCH A PRAISING WAY "there you go, you got it." "its okay youre doing good" IT TRIGGERED MY DENYING PRAISE KINK SO BAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭SO😭😭BAD😭😭😭 WE WERE DRINKING AND I SHOULDA JUS KISSED HIM THERE

he's the flirty type to tease you gently and so smoothly guys lemme show you texts (i have samsung so 🙄)

*bella is his dog i would die for her

BUT LOOK?? ISNT THST WAY OF FLIRTING?? SO HOT AND LEAVES YOU YEARNING FOR MORE??? URFGGKGGNG i need him under me moaning and whimpering and trembling RAAAAAHHH FUCK.

i keep imagining sharing beers with him again and kissin him as slowly as possible and he yearns for more but i back up nd he leans in even more trying to capture my lips till he grabs my waist with one hand and my jaw with the other forcing me to kiss him as he is getting impatient jus groaning into my mouth after waiting so long to kiss me eehehehehehehehee

or he just using me and im facing away from him and holds my hips as they meet with every thrust and reaches forward to put his hand over my mouth saying "awh i know baby... i know.." AGGGGGGHGHH

i think im done. i think. this will deleted whenever LFMAOAOA

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Scent

@jegulus-microfic March 6 Word count 886

Previous part First part

Regulus pulled his sleeve up to reveal the snake and skull tattoo wriggling sickly on his skin. 

“This has to be a coincidence. Right? He can’t possibly know.” Evan looked to Regulus. 

“I don’t know. We need to get to him fast, though.”

They raced out of the tunnel and up to Dumbledore’s office. Dumbledore had opened the floo network for them so they could get back to Rosier House after they had finished what they were doing. 

He appeared out of a side door and asked for a debrief. Evan and Barty shuffled uncomfortably. They hadn’t actually seen Dumbledore yet since they’d joined Regulus. 

“Evan, Barty and I have been summoned. We will have to debrief later.” Regulus told Dumbledore before stepping towards the fireplace. 

“We’ll stay.” James offered. 

“So will we,” Pandora said, stepping forward. “That way, I can tell those three what was said.” This was acceptable to all parties, so Regulus smiled sadly at his brother and kissed James quickly before he disappeared into the emerald flames.

They checked each over quickly, especially Regulus, as any sign of blood would be a dead giveaway. They arrived barely half an hour after they had been summoned. Regulus glanced around. They weren’t even the last ones to arrive. 

Evans's father came storming over when he spotted them.

“Why has it taken you so long to arrive? I have been asked where you were.” Regulus watched as Evan shrunk under his father’s glare. Barty’s jaw tensed as he held back what he wanted to say to Rosier Sr. There were very few people that Barty was careful around, and Evan’s father was one of them. 

“Sorry, Father, we were gathering potion supplies with Regulus, but it was in an anti-apparition charm on the area.”

“And it took you half an hour to get here?” Evan’s Father sneered. Regulus moved to Evan’s side. 

“Sorry, Mr Rosier, that was my fault. I travelled a bit further in than we had originally planned, and we got rather muddy in our search for the ingredients I required. So we returned to your beautiful home to make ourselves presentable before we arrived.” Mr Rosier smiled a sickly smile at Regulus and bowed his head slightly to him. 

“My apologies, Lord Black. If I had known Evan was with you, I would have said take all the time you need.”

“Thank you, Mr Rosier. Next time, we will endeavour to arrive in a more timely manner.” Regulus replied. 

The wolves arrived after that, making a lot of noise and disturbing the quiet chatter of the Death Eaters. Remus broke away from the others after asking permission from whichever wolf was in charge of them. 

Regulus heard one of them say. 

“Sure, Lupin, you can go play with your little friends, but remember, when we say come, you obey.” Remus had dipped his head in submission before he limped over to Regulus. 

Regulus looked him over. He was so bony. 

“Hi,” He smiled at them, happy to see them. Barty reached up and pulled a twig from Remus’s hair. 

“Is forest chic in this year, Lupin?” He asked with a snicker. Remus shook his head but chuckled. It turned into a hacking cough that alarmed Regulus. 

“That doesn’t sound good, Lupin.” All Regulus could think of was how worried Sirius would be when he told him if he told him. 

Remus sniffed the air, his nose crinkling, as he inhaled a scent. 

“Regulus, why do you smell like blood?” He leaned closer, sniffing at Regulus to confirm he was correct. 

“I don’t know what you’re on about Lupin.” He shot a worried stare at Evan and Barty. Remus came closer. 

“Are you hurt or something?” 

“Thestral.” That was all Regulus said, and Remus stepped out of Regulus’s space and stopped asking questions.

Voldemort walked in, followed closely by Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Lucius. The room fell silent as they waited for him to start talking. 

“Welcome, my dear friends.” He began, opening his arms wide in greeting. “I hope that you are all well. I have called you all here tonight to tell you we have dealt a devastating blow to the Order. We have destroyed multiple drop zones for much-needed supplies.” Bellatrix began cackling and dancing about. Regulus rolled his eyes, unable to restrain himself. “I have also been informed that Sirius Black is still alive and well and has been hiding like the coward he is.” Regulus felt Remus stiffen at his side, and the few people who knew about his relationship with Sirius turned to stare at him, including Voldemort. 

Remus looked around at the eyes fixed on him and spat on the floor. 

“Please, master, let me kill him. Let me kill Sirius Black.” Bellatrix crooned in her scraping voice. She flung herself at Voldemort’s feet. “Please, My Lord.” Voldemort looked down at her with a sneer.

“Patience Bella. I am sure you will get you’re chance at him.” 

All Regulus could think was that someone had mucked up. Someone had told the spy that Sirius was alive because they’d been so careful with keeping him out of sight. Sirius always hid under James’s invisibility cloak if he left the safe house. Which meant someone had let it slip that Sirius was alive. And Regulus thought he knew who.    

Next part

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

based on this ask - @aesthetic-writer18

pairing: James Potter x Barty Crouch Jr

warnings: my writing, alcohol, pureblood families (they’re a warning of their own), Barty sr (also his own warning), implied smut at the end, but nothing explicit

not proof read, what did you expect?

word count: 549

a/n: this little thing took me insanely long, I apologise, oh and also it doesn’t even have a title and it sat around in my drafts for a hot damn minute

James sighed as he grabbed his second drink of the evening. He had only been at this meeting for an hour, yet it felt like eternity. 

A meeting of all the old pureblood families. His parents had seriously considered cancelling, since they didn’t believe in the whole blood supremacy thing, but Fleamont had insisted that they mustn’t miss an opportunity to have free food that was actually good. So here they were. At the yearly dinner at Malfoy Manor.

Pop. James opened his bottle of butter beer and took a sip, making his way back to his corner of the room where he had been effectively hiding from any potential formal conversation. He had a feeling that that wouldn’t work for long anymore, though. He sighed again and leaned back against the wall, letting his eyes wander the room. 

His parents, Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, were deep in conversation with another couple. Or maybe siblings, James thought. Across the room, he could spot Sirius’ younger brother, Regulus, and his parents, looking as stuck up as ever, though Sirius was nowhere to be seen. They probably don’t want him out in public. 

James shifted in his position. His suit didn’t fit quite right and his tie was a tad bit too tight to be comfortable, but right now, he couldn’t really do anything about it. 

Heads turned when the doors to the salon opened again. Mumbles were heard, people shushing others. James looked up from his drink, only to be met with the familiar figure of Bartemius Crouch Senior.

Of course, James thought. Someone had been missing the whole time, though he hadn’t been able to say who. And of course, Crouch would appear fashionably late.

James was just about to go back to his drink like everyone else, when his attention was once again being directed towards someone else. 

Leaning against the door frame behind his father, stood none other than Barty Crouch Jr. Dark hair slicked back with one singular strand falling into his face, revealing a stick and poke tattoo behind his right ear. He, too, was wearing a suit, but he made it look elegant and comfortable, whereas James probably looked incredibly tense. 

Crouch’s shirt was only buttoned up halfway, letting others get a glimpse of his chest. 

And, god, Barty looked good. James hated to admit that his jaw almost hit the floor, just like his bottle of butter beer if he hadn’t snapped out of it in time when Barty started crossing the room, hands in his pockets. And James was still staring shamelessly, forgetting everything around him. 

Until Barty made eye contact. James’ face flushed red and he quickly looked down, silently cursing himself. 

But Barty? He smirked at him, slowly making his way over. 

“Potter? Didn’t your mother teach that you it’s rude to stare?” 

He ran his tongue over his teeth and closed James’ mouth with two slender fingers. 

“Mhmm,” was all James could muster, nodding, “sorry.” 

Barty scoffed and turned back around to make conversation with his father’s friends.

James’ back hit the wall with a thud. He gasped, kiss flushed lips parting as Barty slammed the door shut before he continued his attack on James’ neck, smirking against his skin. 

This is going to be a fun night.

[x-on-the-calendar-business]

ryan ross iceberg (tier 8)

tier 1, tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7

darkest waters (final tier):

teen ryan’s pimples:

i’m so sorry for this one.

it refers to a set of tweets from twitter user prettynpuunk (i’m so sorry to her for bringing them back up but it’s lore).

honestly these are just so iconic. they will always live in my head rent free

“is is true you have a monster cock:”

this is something a fan genuinely asked ryan once (which is so gross and i hope that person is having a terrible day).

allegedly, it has been said by ryan’s exes that he is well endowed. also, i can’t find a source for this, but i swear that once shane morris said that about ryan as well. according to twitter searches, the rumor of ryan having a monster cock goes back as far as 2009 [i]. there’s another rumor that a picture was leaked at one point (i think?), but i’m not going to search that out. if any of you were around in those days, let me know if that’s unfounded or not.

i think the term “monster cock” comes from a picspam on livejournal, referenced here; however, the picspam itself is no longer available [ii].

edit: i actually did end up coming across shane morris' dm about this

target fruit aisle:

apparently there was an “incident” from teenage ryan in the target fruit aisle, which led to him getting banned from the store. it’s unknown exactly what happened, but it’s theorized that either a) he and his friends were throwing fruit at each other, or b) he knocked over a display of fruit.

he’s not actually GRRIII:

if you don’t know what GRRIII means, you’re too far down in the iceberg.

according to obituaries and genealogy trees, discussed in this livejournal posts and its comments, ryan’s grandfather and his dad are actually named george hammond ross sr and jr respectively [iii]. since neither of their middle names are ryan, that means ryan is technically not the third. he is still the third george ross, though.

pissing on tour bus furniture:

according to a tweet, brendon said in an interview that ryan pissed on tour bus furniture, but ryan said it was an accident [iv]. they say it was hard to tell if it was a joke or not, but it was. it's at 2:40 in this interview.

(thank you to the anon who sent me this video!)

romp movie:

this refers to a phone interview in which ryan says that he and brendon went to see a romp movie, and then they both say that ryan’s other hand was uh…busy [v]. it was also definitely a joke. they talk about it in this interview at 8:55.

(the same anon sent me this video, so thanks again!)

the Q stands for quintessence:

remember ryan’s Q tattoo and the cult theory? we’re back to that. in other pictures from that night, you can see that ryan has things representing the 4 elements: earth, air, wind, and fire. the Q could stand for quintessence, which is also called the 5th element [vi]. so, it relates to spirituality, not a cult.

if you’re interested in reading more about this, you can do so here:

bugs in his ass:

the first line in cape town is “took you in the vineyard a couple hours after i met you.” it’s easy to read this as he took her TO the vineyard, but he says IN the vineyard, implying that they might have had sex in this vineyard. and whilst doing that, ryan probably got bugs in his ass.

he can’t park:

this is another reason why ryan ross is a queer icon.

someone parked next to ryan’s car once (his trans am) and provided this picture:

i think there have been other reports of fans who said he cannot park.

panic! wouldn’t exist if ryan wasn’t playing fisher price in his yard the day he met spencer:

this is self-explanatory, but the day ryan and spencer met, which was when they were around 5-6 years old, ryan was playing with a fisher price toy in his yard. of course, had this not happened, we wouldn’t have panic!, the young veins, high hopes (which would be nice, i think), this iceberg, amongst many other things. it’s the butterfly effect.

personal bit about this, panic! is THE hyperfixation for me. no matter how many others i’ve had, nothing has me in the same chokehold that panic! and ryan ross do. with my panic! phase, it is never a matter of if i will enter it again, but a matter of when. because it will happen. but since that band has been such a huge part of my life, it’s so weird to reflect on this entry and imagine what the world would be like without it.

anyway, it just felt right to end this on a sappy note.

also i want to give an honorable mention to corky b roll. i can’t believe i forgot to include it, especially because it was a HUGE ryan meme when i first got into panic!:

thank you so, so much to everyone for the notes! and thank you to anyone who read any of this, especially those of you who made it through every entry. it really means the world that anyone would take time out of their day to read what i have to say about this man lol

another thanks to anyone whose posts i referenced throughout; your service and contribution to the ryan ross lore will not be forgotten.

and with that, this is the end of the ryan ross iceberg explained.

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/search?q=ryan%20ross%20monster%20cock&src=typed_query&f=top

[ii] https://bandfandom-ref.livejournal.com/134497.html

[iii] https://bandfandom-ref.livejournal.com/71193.html

[iv] https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1369125668726865922

[v] https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1456098187416989702

[vi] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/175514546326/was-ryan-ross-in-a-satanic-cult

[satansapostle6]

Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three: Heaven

Lorelei clung to Draco’s arm, tears in her eyes as she looked down at the empty patch of dirt on the ground. They had gone out to London for the day, to pay their respects. Lorelei sniffled as she stared down at the unmarked grave that had been dug hastily by Aurors, as just another task during their work day.

“I can’t believe he’s gone,” Lorelei sobbed, looking down at what was left of Barty Crouch Jr.

Draco looked earnestly at what was left of a man who had once saved his and Lorelei’s lives. Once a wild man full of life, he was now reduced to nothing but a pile of dirt and bones. He held his black umbrella over their heads, shielding them from the summer heat.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Draco Malfoy said softly, holding her close.

“‘Please’. That was his last word. ‘Please’,” Lorelei remembered, speaking through her tears. “He wanted to save me. That was all he wanted. To save me, not himself.”

“He cared about you, and us,” Draco reasoned. “We were the only people he has that weren’t… the Dark Lord,” he said finally, a grimace on his face as he thought of Voldemort.

“Let’s go home,” Lorelei said softly, taking his hand.

Draco nodded, taking one last look at the unmarked grave before the two of them left the forest.

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Draco and Lorelei returned to Malfoy Manor, where Lorelei had been living with Draco and his family ever since her parents had gone to hiding. Lorelei knew that her parents hadn’t deserted, still being loyal to Lord Voldemort, but she knew little else. Ever since the fight at the Ministry, Abelard and Belphegora had disappeared to some odd corner of the world between orders from Voldemort, leaving their daughter with the Malfoys, where they believed she would be safer.

Lorelei had been shocked to discover that her parents had practically abandoned her, leaving her to the mercy of Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange, but she had found she’d been thriving living with them. During the summer, Lorelei no longer concealed her Dark Mark, proudly baring the same tattoo as the others when she walked among them at Malfoy Manor.

The Death Eaters had all considered Lorelei one of their own ever since she had killed Barty Crouch Sr. and Cedric Diggory, but it seemed now, that wasn’t enough for him. The Dark Lord was hungry for retribution after Lucius Malfoy’s failure at the Ministry, and Lorelei and Narcissa were horrified to find that he was seeking it in the form of Draco.

The day Lorelei and Draco had returned home from Hogwarts after their fifth year, Lord Voldemort had declared that, before the end of the summer, Draco Malfoy would take his father’s place, as a Death Eater among Voldemort’s ranks. He would bare the Dark Mark, and perform a special task to prove his loyalty. Lorelei remembered the day Voldemort had made his decision clear as day.

“Your son will serve me well,” the Dark Lord said to Narcissa in his soft, eerie voice.

Draco nodded solemnly because he hardly knew better. Narcissa had stood beside Bellatrix, afraid for her only son’s life.

“He is what we have needed this entire time; a man on the inside. He is the one who can finally kill Albus Dumbledore… And your family will be rewarded. As soon as he succeeds,” Voldemort promised.

Narcissa gulped as she held back her tears. “Yes, my lord.”

“But, if you should fail…”

Everyone, even Bellatrix, felt fear as they understood the consequences.

“Nothing can save you Draco,” Voldemort promised, stopping as his long, pale fingernails gently scratched at Lorelei’s face, “Not even your part-Veela girlfriend.”

Lorelei hid her surprise as she realized the Dark Lord knew even the secrets of her family’s history. He knew everything. No one could hide from him. Even Narcissa Malfoy knew that there was no other way. Draco had to become a Death Eater before the summer was over.

Everything changed for Draco the moment it was decided. He stopped laughing almost altogether. He had decided that he wouldn’t be playing Quidditch during their sixth year at Hogwarts. He felt no joy in becoming a Slytherin prefect, or Head Boy. He hardly spoke anymore, even to his own family. Draco spent his days bitter and afraid, hardly even listening to Lorelei.

Lorelei was desperate, trying everything she could to get back the Draco that used to make a fool of himself in class trying to get her attention. She was almost ready to accept that that childish, carefree Draco was gone. He was officially an adult now, living the same life as his father. Lorelei had been left with nothing but her last resort, as she whisked him away to the fields not far from the Manor.

But of course, Draco looked out of place, as he often did nowadays. Even despite the summertime weather and field of pale pink flowers, Draco had left home wearing his black suit and watch, as if dependent on the time of day for his father’s return. Lorelei sighed exhaustedly as the two of them hiked through the clear field, settling on a spot beneath the light clouds.

“I don’t understand. Why are we out here?” Draco questioned, seeming a bit crabby. “We could’ve stayed at the Manor.”

“That’s what we’re avoiding,” Lorelei reminded him pointedly, “Staying at the Manor.”

“It’s safer at the Manor,” Draco mumbled, looking around worriedly. “No one Apparates into the Manor without our knowledge.”

“Draco,” Lorelei said softly, taking his hand as she sat in front of him, “It’s okay. You’re safe, we’re safe. No one can find us here.”

He looked at her skeptically, blue eyes full of distrust.

“Draco. I love you,” she reminded him, sitting beside him.

Draco’s gaze softened as he recognized the kindness in her eyes, wrapping his arm around her as he apologized.

“I’m sorry. I love you, Lorelei. So much,” he murmured.

She looked up at him, studying him as he stared out into the peaceful field of soft grass and flowers.

“Hey,” she stopped him, turning his head as he felt her nails softly brushing his skin, “I love you, Draco. More than anyone. You’re the only one who stuck by my side, all this time. You are my only family, and I will love you until the end of time.”

Draco looked at her sadly, wishing he could ease her pain completely.

“Lorelei,” he said softly. “We could die tomorrow…”

“Hey, hey, hey,” she whispered, seeing the tears in his eyes. “I won’t let that happen. No one is going to hurt us,” she promised him.

“But, how can you promise that?” Draco stared at her, “He… He has it out for my father,” he told her.

“We’ll survive this. Like we always do,” Lorelei assured him. “We’ll survive, because we always do what we have to. No matter what,” she concluded.

Draco nodded quickly, accepting this arrangement as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Promise me,” she whispered to him. “Promise me we’ll always do whatever it takes to make it out alive. Together.”

“Together,” he promised her, closing his eyes as he kissed her.

Lorelei returned his kiss, sighing with relief as their lips touched desperately. Lorelei chuckled softly, in spite of the tears as they held one another close, surrounded by beauty.

“This will always be where I want to be,” Draco concluded adamantly. “Here. With no one but you.”

“Our little secret,” Lorelei murmured, forehead pressed against his. “Nothing can hurt us here. No one can tell us ‘no’ here.”

“We should never leave here,” Draco thought.

Lorelei nodded in agreement, clinging onto this beautiful memory for dear life. It was perfect; almost too perfect. She had fought so hard to set aside even just one day of paradise for the two of them, surrounded by nothing but nature, and love. Lorelei felt it was no wonder it had to end eventually. Soon. She felt tears coming to her eyes, knowing that some day, even if it wasn’t in this war, death would come for her, and for Draco.

“When we both die, do you think we’ll still be together?” Lorelei asked him. “Even after we leave this world?”

Draco felt her sadness, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear before he spoke.

“I hope so,” he thought aloud, admiring her beauty, praying he’d never forget it.

“What if I die, and I wake up somewhere else, and you’re not there with me?” Lorelei asked fearfully.

“Well, then, I will fight until it’s just us again,” he promised her, feeling her pain. “You know I’d do anything for you. Even storm the gates of hell.”

“I know,” she breathed, as he kissed her again. “I would do anything for you.”

“When I die, I know that you’ll be right there with me,” Draco expressed, “That is, if I get into heaven.”

“You are my heaven on earth,” Lorelei vowed to him.

Draco smiled, caressing her beautiful face. “I love you. My world,” he cooed.

Lorelei was almost overjoyed, realizing her perfect day had turned out perfect after all.

“Thank you,” Draco remembered to say to her, “For today.”

Lorelei nodded, lightly brushing his hair to the side as she treasured the memory of his handsome features.

“You really are the most wonderful thing in my life,” he professed.

“I love you,” Lorelei reminded him insistently. “Please… never leave me alone in this world.”

“I promise you, so long as you have me, you will never be alone,” Draco promised.

She nodded, accepting his vow.

“Marry me,” Draco said suddenly, earning a strange, stunned look from her.

“What?” she questioned.

Draco looked at her without so much as a smile on his face, dead serious.

“Marry me,” he said again.

Lorelei watched as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the ring he’d offered to her weeks before.

“We have the ring,” Draco reminded her, “We can really do this; stop pretending, get married. You can finally become a part of my family in every sense of the word.”

“Draco…” she began.

“Lorelei. Think about it,” Draco laughed, “You’ll be seventeen soon. And so will I. We’ll be married before the fighting starts. We could start being a family now; we won’t have to wait.”

“Draco, we can’t get married,” Lorelei rationalized, laughing at the idea.

“Why not?” he challenged excitably. “I want to marry you.”

“I want to marry you, too,” Lorelei agreed, seeing his eyes light up.

“Then let’s do it,” he urged her, “Now.”

“I want to marry you,” Lorelei promised him, thinking for a moment, “But, I also want that day to be a happy one. And we can’t have a happy wedding in the middle of a war,” she sighed.

Draco shared in her regret, nodding as he safely pocketed the ring.

“You’re right,” he said with resolve, “You deserve a real, happy wedding. One we don’t have to share with death and destruction,” he told her.

“We’ll be married someday. When this is all over,” she thought romantically.

“Someday,” he echoed. “Someday, I’ll propose to you for real.”

Lorelei just smiled. “Don’t spoil it, okay?”

He nodded, appreciating the beautiful girl, “I won’t. I promise you.”

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Chapter Twenty-Four

[greenbergwrites]

hi!! idk if you’ve answered an ask about this (or if you have any interest in continuing this verse, which is totally ok if you don’t!) but I always wondered what you had planned for those 2-3 extra parts you mentioned in the blood in my veins. it’s one of my favorite stucky fics so anything and everything you’re willing to share about it would make my day 🫶🏽

ah, my first foray into stucky <3 I really loved that 'verse, I can't believe I never finished it

The TL;DR version is that Part Two was going to be them during the war and Part Three was going to be modern day where they reunite once and for all. I had 2500 words written for the modern day part, and I can share it if you're interested, but here is an interlude that I wrote about them from the Commandos' point of view but never finished yes this has been sitting in my WIP folder for almost a decade

(There was supposed to be more between everything else and those last two lines. I always knew those lines would end this part.)

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Here’s what the Commandos know about Rogers and Barnes: 

Don’t try to come between them and you’ll be alright.

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The facts are this: 

The war tried to come between them when it drafted Barnes, so Rogers decided he was going to enlist. The Army tried next when they wouldn’t let him, so he signed up for Project Rebirth.

Colonel Phillips tried when he wouldn’t send Rogers to the front lines and then he tried again when Barnes was captured and the Colonel didn’t plan on sending a rescue team. 

It’s around that time that people start getting wise to the idea that trying to keep them apart is pretty embarrassing for everyone involved. The crazy bastards are going to stay together no matter what. They’re gonna follow each other anywhere - everywhere - and it’s just easier if you let ‘em.

So, Rogers rescues Barnes and then the Army gives them their own team. Officially, it’s Captain America’s team but none of the Commandos are stupid. They know exactly how the hierarchy in the team works and rank has exactly fuck all to do with it.

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Dugan saw Barnes’ tattoo pretty early on. The damn thing was like his good luck charm. He wasn’t shy about staring at it or running his fingers over it. Hell, he even kissed it before one fight. Dugan ribbed Barnes good about it, but he only received a sharp grin in response. Barnes never rose to the bait and Dugan was never trusted with the name of the dame to which the initials SR belonged. 

After Azzano, he doesn’t really think to connect the dots. Not until Rogers catches a knife to the shoulder in their second mission. 

Now that’s a story all its own but the long and short of it is this: they capture an enemy combatant. The plan is to take him back to base for interrogation but the sonuvabitch gets loose, manages to get some sort of shiv in the good Captain before he’s subdued.

Rogers, blood soaking his uniform, just looks at the poor bastard and says, calm as anything, “you shouldn’t have done that.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth, there’s a bullet in the prisoner’s skull. Rogers is the only one that doesn’t jump, the only one that isn’t goddamn floored by it. Barnes appears out of thin air, holstering his side-arm calmly. His face isn’t calm, though. It’s a dark thing, that look in his eyes. Near black with rage.

He strides purposefully toward Steve, settling proprietary hands on him as soon as he’s close enough. He pats Steve down for any other injuries as the others look on in frozen shock.

No one had even known Barnes was there.

“You okay?” Barnes asks, and Rogers nods, a funny little smile twisting his mouth. 

He looks at Barnes like he hung the fuckin’ moon and Barnes is looking back like he’ll burn the world down around them if he thinks it’ll heal Rogers any faster.

It’s Dugan, Morita, and Falsworth that see the whole thing go down. It’s the three of them that find themselves on the receiving end of Barnes’ glare when he says, “Get Jones, now.”

Morita’s the first to move but he does it slowly, like any wrong move will get him a bullet, too. Dugan and Falsworth follow, helpless, when Barnes starts herding their Captain towards shelter. There’s a kind of morbid fascination to see how this turns out.

“Get to the tent,” Barnes says. “We need to get this off’a you.”

Rogers moves but reluctantly, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, Buck --”

“Shut up, Rogers, don’t give me any of that super soldier bullshit. Get in the fucking tent.”

Rogers does and then Barnes starts undressing him. He touches the Captain like he owns him, not bothering to ask about this or that before he just does it and Rogers, well. Rogers lets him. It’s completely at odds with what they know about the man.

“You shouldn’t have shot him in the head,” Rogers says but he doesn’t sound angry. He sounds almost amused.

Barnes pauses to give him an incredulous look. “He fuckin’ stabbed you, Steve. What did you want me to do?”

“Try a kneecap next time.”

Next time. 

Jesus, Dugan thinks. Rogers expects this to happen again.

Barnes grunts, assenting, as he carefully peels the uniform off the Captain’s injured shoulder and then shoves it down around his waist. Blood trickles down Rogers’ bare chest and Barnes uses the cleanest rag they currently have to wipe it away. He doesn’t leave Rogers alone until the rest of the team arrives–Morita dragging Jones, Dernier taking up the rear–and then he moves to stand behind Rogers, a hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“He got stabbed,” Barnes says, short and angry. “Shoulder. Fix it.”

Jones blinks, surprised by the venomous tone, but nods and goes to work. There is a careful wariness in his movements as he goes to touch Steve, the barest of glances toward Bucky that ask for permission to touch and Barnes knows it because he nods his approval. Morita must have given them the quick and dirty of what happened. 

As the wound is tended, Barnes’ fingers dig into Steve’s flesh and Steve reaches a hand up to soothe him. 

That’s when they see it. It’s there and gone in a flash, a blink and you miss it twist of Steve’s wrist that gives them the show, but none of them actually miss it.

They glance at each other to make sure–Jones tilts his head to Dernier for just a second, Dernier to Morita and Morita to Dugan, Dugan to Falsworth–and then just as quickly, they all glance away.

JB, the tattoo on his wrists says--a mirror to Barnes’ own.

Well. At least Dugan knows who SR is now.

---

They bury the body in an unmarked grave and when they get back to camp, no one mentions the soldier they captured. It’s as if there never was one.

Barnes never does it again but he comes close enough that Dugan knows if it hadn’t been for Steve’s words, there’d be a lot more dead bodies left in their wake.

---

There’s a shadow over Barnes and there always has been. Dugan saw it the first time they met; past the pretty boy face and the charming smiles, darkness lurks. It didn’t matter much back in the beginning and it doesn’t matter much now.

Shadow or not, Barnes is a likable guy. He’s a good shot and a good soldier, tells good stories by the campfires, and he’s loyal to boot. Not just to Captain Rogers, either. He’s been loyal to his men since day one and he’ll do anything he can to see them through to the other side of whatever shit the Army puts them in. 

That doesn’t change when Rogers comes along but there is a noticeable shift in priority. Barnes will always protect Rogers first and nothing anyone says is gonna change that. Dugan thanks his lucky stars every goddamn day that Rogers is a man who can take care of himself, otherwise the rest of ‘em might be fucked all to hell.

---

Nobody is surprised when Steve crashes the plane. They’re just surprised he lasted as long as he did.

[scorpioriesling]

Guilty as Sin?

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Pairing(s): Azriel x reader

Warnings: angsty asf

Summary: It wasn't hard to love your best friend; after all, you'd been through everything together. He'd seen every in-depth part of you, but now you were forced to give all of that up. All because of the stupid cauldron, and stupid fate.

SR’s Note: Brb going to get "mine" tatted on my upper thigh... this is so UGH anyways. I had to; I apologize in advance. This is one of my favorite new songs.

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The cauldron could boil itself at this point.

You weren't sure how to make the best of this situation; something you could normally do without fail. A talent everyone loved about you. However, that talent was failing you now.

Now that the bond had snapped, and there was no way out. No way of avoiding what you so desparetely wanted for years, and somehow it all ended up messed up in the end.

Lucien was a good male, you would give him that much; but that wasn't enough. Your life felt near over when your best friend revealed his hidden bond with the Archeron girl -- but now, you were in the same position. Somehow, you were cursed in more ways than one. Not only was your best friend mated to someone else -- but now so were you.

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"You're right, we should definitely get matching tattoos!" You laughed, bumping into Azriel's arm as you both stumbled down the Velaris streets. It was past midnight, and you were both buzzed from your night out at Rita's -- something you did at least once a week -- and the walk home turned into more of a walk through town.

He chuckled beside you, fingers curling around your elbow to help steady you. His wide smile was a sight you'd never tire of; he rarely let it show, but when he did, you made sure to illustrate it in your mind, holding onto the masterpiece forever.

"It isn't our worst idea..." he admitted, taking another swig from the bottle he held. You watched as his throat bobbed, swallowing the liquid and turning his attention back to you. You look toward the sky, trying and failing to pretend you weren't staring.

"What should we get?" You ask with a grin. He ponders for a moment, brow lifted in mockery. "Hmm.." he says. "What if we got eachother's handwriting?" You giggled, and he laughed with you.

"I'm serious!" He exclaimed. The tattoo parlor was coming into view, and you rolled your eyes. "I don't know if I trust you to literally write on me," you say. "We've been friends for far too long for me to put it past you to write something like "Azriel is so hot" or "Kiss my ass" on me-" You barely get it all out before laughing again, his gaze on you softening as he loops an arm around your shoulders.

"I promise I won't do something so vulgar," he says. You're now in front of the tattoo shop, the neon lights illuminating his face in a deep blue glow. He grabs the door handle and opens it, gesturing you to go inside.

"Ladies first." He smirks. You lightly smack his shoulder, and saunter your way inside.

"Fine -- but you have to go first." You throw over your shoulder. He enters behind you, and within minutes he's put in a chair and the tattoo artist is holding the needle gun over his forearm.

"Okkayyy, 'lil lady," he says, pulling up a stool to allow you to sit beside him. He hands you the gun, and places his hand over yours to help you with the process. "You ready?" he asks. You glance at Azriel, who now has his eyes lightly closed as he lays down on the bed in front of you.

"Are you ready, Azzie?" You say. He nods silently, a small smile playing on his lips. You release a breath as the gun whirrs to life, and the artist guides you to begin pressing into your best friend's skin. Stealing a glance at his face, you find him peacefully laying there, almost sleepy. That would make sense, seeing as you both drank a lot tonight.

After a few minutes of darkening the lines and wiping away the excess liquid, the artist powers down the needle and scoots back on his rolling chair. Your fingers lightly dance over the puffy black lines on his otherwise bare forearm, and he stirs at the sensation.

"Have a look," you say. He opens his eyes and sits up, delight overtaking his features as he sees your work.

"I choose you and me," he says aloud, reading over the ink now drying in his skin. He almost blushes, gazing at the ink and touching it lightly. His eyes meet yours, and in seconds he is hopping up and offerring you the bed. You sit on it, pulling the hem of your shorts up so it's easier to access.

"Heyy..." he starts. "You picked the spot for mine-" You huff.

"I want mine up here," you point to the upper part of your thigh, and he rolls his eyes. He shoots a look to the artist, and shakes his head.

"I've learned to just not argue with this one," he says, and you gasp at him. He laughs, his white teeth shining like stars inside the dim shop. The tattoo artist sighs, powering on the newly replaced tatto gun and handing it to Azriel. You place a hand on your leg, eyes wide.

"You're not gonna help him?" You ask the artist. He only shrugs at you.

"I've seen his work before -- he knows how to do a pretty damn good tattoo." Your eyes narrow toward your best friend, and he only grins down at you.

Sighing, you rest your head back against the cushion of the tattoo bed. "Az, you better not fuck this up-"

You're cut off by his fingers brushing against the skin of your leg, pulling on your shorts to move them slightly. Your breath catches in your throat, now staring wide-eyed down at the man you'd secretly fallen so madly in love with. His messy curls tickled the strips of skin between the hem of your baby tee and the top of your shorts as he stared intently at his work, needle lightly pressing into your skin. His other hand laid flat on your stomach, holding you gently in place.

You couldn't ever get rid of this sight unless someone quite literally ripped it from the archives of your mind.

He glanced up at you, noticing your labored breathing. His soft expression was one he only ever used with you; a stark contrast to the strong, unfazed front he presented to everyone else. You figured he was going to tell you to chill out -- little did he know you weren't focusing on the pain, but rather the striking male on top of you.

"Lay down -- you can't peek 'till I'm done."

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The air was warm as it rolled off the sidra, the salt air so familiar. You'd come down here for some peace; some time away. Since learning of the bond with Lucien, it was like you couldn't escape. You couldn't get away from the constant "Are you okay?"s and "Have you told Azriel?"s and "Do you think you'll accept the bond?"s. It was getting to be too much. No, you weren't okay. No, you did not want to accept the bond.

And fuck no, you did not tell Azriel. You remembered what happened last time when you found out his bond snapped, and you hadn't even seen him in months. There was no point -- it wouldn't change your situation.

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"I made you that strawberry cream cake, you know, your favorite?" Feyre's kind words filled the kitchen as you continued to pour glasses of lemonade, setting down the pitcher to meet her watercolor eyes. You gave her a soft smile.

"Thank you... but whatever for?" Her gaze dropped, fingers fiddling with one another as she looked around nervously. You arched a brow at her.

"Nothing, I just -- I thought you might like it. To celebrate the first day of Summer," she stuttered. You'd never seen her at a loss for words, but before you could think too long about it, Cassian barged into the room, eyes full of delight when he spotted the filled lemonade glasses.

"Ahh," he grabbed one and chugged it, putting it back on the counter after a few gulps as though it was a shot. You giggled, Feyre finding his interruption rather funny as well. He peered at you, sliding the glass over on the counter top.

"Fill 'er up -- Gods, it is so hot outside." He says, fingers fiddling with a small band tying his hair back. You top off his glass, and he takes it again, only sipping this time.

"Are you ladies joining us outside? Or what?" He asks giddily. You swear, if he wasn't a fae bat he would be a golden retriever.

"Absolutely," Feyre nods. He saunters out of the room, and within seconds you spy him by the edge of the Sidra tackling Rhysand into the river with him. They both come up within seconds, laughing and shaking their wet hair. Feyre peers out with you, and your heart catches when you see Azriel not joining in. He is sitting on one of the picnic blankets the group laid out, Elain's head in his lap as he leans back on his hands. She tenses, laughing at something he said. He gives her a smile; one you'd thought only he shared around you.

"I'll meet you outside in just a moment?" Feyre offers. She knew; she knew exactly how you'd felt for Azriel. But, she also knew that he was in some newfound, weird relationship since her sister arrived.

You tried to brush it off. Your best friend had lovers before; most of them only lasted a few weeks anyway, then they were gone. This one would be no different.

Finally making your way down to the river, tray of drinks in your hands, you were greeted by Mor as she helped pass out the drinks. She walked over to Feyre and Cassian; of course, leaving you to head over to Azriel.

You sighed, and walked over to the blanket where he sat. Her annoying laugh rang out again, and you winced. Azriel looked up, finally noting your presence and shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. The unmistakable black writing on his forearm still reading "I choose you and me". Your heart swells just a bit.

"Y/N! Did you bring us drinks?" He asks nicely. You smile back, appreciating this side of him never failing to come out around his best friend.

"I just might have..." You say. Elain sits up upon hearing your voice, offerring a kind smile. You pass one glass to Azriel, and hold out another for her.

"Thank you Y/N! You must have known lemonade is my favorite," She takes it from you, beaming and turning to Azriel. He nods in agreement, sipping from his drink.

"Lucky guess." You say, grinding your teeth in a tight smile as you set down the empty tray on the grass. She giggles and continues conversing with Azriel, and you decide to not even try to engage this time.

You stalk over to the towel Mor is currently lounging on, her sunglasses set high on her nose. Your body creates a shadow, and she sits up grumbling.

"Ugh, Y/N, I'm trying to get a tan!" Her eyes finally adjust, seeing that you're stripping off your clothes, only a small emerald green bikini underneath. Her mouth pops open and she gasps, loud enough for everyone to hear. You're kicking off your shoes when she takes her glasses off and gapes at you.

"Girl, I'd let you stand over me any day -- you look good as fuck!" She squeals. You roll your eyes, her loud appraisal catching attention as she continues to compliment you.

"Seriously! Feyre, have you seen Y/N's suit? She is looking like fine wine-" She looks you up and down, and you notice behind her, Feyre has jogged over to where her friend Lucien has just arrived. Feyre turns her attention to you over Morrigan's whooping and hollering, giving you a thumbs up

"Looks good! I told you it would!" She shouts. She turns back to her Autumn court friend, but his eyes are drinking you in as though you are the wine itself. You steal a glance at Azriel, and boy are you glad you did -- he is pissed. He is glaring at Lucien as Elain babbles on, absentmindedly. She doesn't even realize he isn't listening to her anymore. You bend down, coming face to face with your bubbly blonde friend.

"Swim with me?" You say. She scoffs, tossing her sunglasses down and rising. You both walk to the bank of the Sidra, its gleaming water only inviting you in further.

"You know I'd never deny you, but I did want to lay out-" She is cut off by a strangled scream as Cassian yanks her in by the waist, her head reappearing moments later. Breathless, she pants.

"Cassian! Are you kidding?" Him and Rhysand only laugh, you shaking your head and chuckling along with them. You slowly enter the warm water, basking in the last few warm days the year has to offer. Mor wades past you, and makes to get out of the stream.

"Aww what! Where you goin'?" You whine pathetically. She runs her fingers through her soaked locks, huffing.

"I. Am not. Swimming. With those knuckleheads. Any longer." She stomps back over to her towel, and you stick your bottom lip out in feigned sadness.

"Aww, come on, Mor! You're already wet, just get back in and swim for a while!" You say. It isn't long before a splash to your left flings water near you, and you look around for a few moments before something grabs your ankles and drags you under. You come up a few moments later, Azriel resurfacing in front of you and laughing at your drenched complexion.

"I'll play." He says lowly. You shove his shoulder, and Mor waves a hand from her blanket, sunglasses already back on her face.

"Yes, yeah. Let Az play with you."

It isn't long before you're splashing around with your friends, everyone swimming besides Morrigan and Elain. Even Lucien has joined in, the water twirling his fiery locks over his shoulders. Maybe in another life, you'd fall in love with him.

But you're living this one, and you're still in love with your best friend.

"Hey, uhh," Azriel swims close to you, the sunset on the horizon illuminating his tanned skin. You can feel his hands creating water riplets around you to stay afloat, and you gaze at him. "Can we, like, swim over there? Maybe?" He asks, jerking his head toward the rocky alcove a few hundred feet away. Your eyes widen as you try not to think too hard about why he'd want you in there with him instead of his girlfriend; so you glance over to where everyone else is drying off and gathering their items. Elain is staring a hole into the side of your head.

"Sure," you say, timidly. Azriel grabs your hand under the water, his scarred fingers threading through yours with ease. You suck in a breath, and Azriel throws a smile towards Elain.

"We'll be in soon!" He shouts, and she returns the smile, almost a little smugly. She helps her sister collect the items from the grass, and Azriel stars swimming away, pulling you with him.

"Why did we need to come over here?" You ask, out of breath when he finally stops swimming behind a large rock. You can't see your friends anymore. You glance around nervously.

"Well, I had something I needed to talk to you about." He says. "Privately," he adds. Your cheeks heat. Its finally here, the moment has finally come.

"Oh, um. Okay. I think I have something I talk to you about too." You say. His eyebrows raise, and he smiles kindly at you.

"Oh! Alright. Well, why don't you go first then." He offers.

"I don't really... know... how to explain it." You fumble. The breeze blows over the water, pulling you away a bit. Azriel reaches for you, probably to hold you close but his hand grips onto your waist. He pulls a little too hard, and you're flush against his chest. His intense hazel eyes bore into yours, tiny water droplets dripping from the end of his onyx curls. Its silent for a moment, the mixed heavy breathing the only sound other than the nature around you. You gaze up at him, his eyes trailing down from your eyes... to your lips... then down to where your heaving chest rises and falls beneath the water's surface. Your eyes can't escape his full lips, and you snake your hands around his neck, pulling him in so impossibly close and close the gap.

Finally, after all these years, you get to taste those delicious lips on yours. You kiss him, softly, and when he pulls back, he looks at you with sorrow.

"Y/N... I..."

"I don't mind, Azriel. You know I love you; I want this. I would choose this. I choose you and me." Silver lines his eyes and you don't think you've ever seen him get so emotional. You pull him to you once more, kissing with more hunger this time, and he doesn't stop you. His hand scoops under your ass, squeezing and holding you tight, the other one flat against the side of your neck. His thumb brushes along your cheekbone as your fingers curl into his wet locks, when suddenly he rips away from you. He lets go as if he was a bug caught in a zapper, flinging himself away from you like you had electrocuted him. You instantly feel colder without his touch.

"W-what's wrong?" You ask, timidly. He runs a hand through his hair, and rubs his eyes with his palms, sighing.

"What is it, Azriel?" You ask, moving closer. He puts a hand out to stop you, and you begin to feel regret. No, not regret. Fear.

"Don't, Y/N." He says. You eyes close, near slits as you try and keep the sob rising in your throat at bay. He's never taken that tone with you before.

"Don't what? Be honest with you? Azriel, I love you, and-"

"I have a mate, Y/N." He cuts you off. You feel like you've been stabbed in the gut, thrown off a cliff; what was he talking about?

"W-what?" You ask. That sob is barely at bay, tears stinging your eyes as you try to keep from crying. He moves his hands to look at you, and immediately sighs and looks down at the water, hating to do this.

"Yeah... uh, Elain and I-"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You huff a humorless laugh and a single tear slips free. You don't bother brushing it away; you just cross your arms instead. He narrows his eyes at you.

"What is your problem with her?" He asks. The sinking feeling in your chest only intensifies as he defends her. You begin to feel angry, angry your best friend, who you'd die for, would defend another dumb girl who didn't know him like you did. Not even in the slightest.

"What is the problem with me?" You ask. He shoots you a confused look, and you continue. "Am I not quite good enough for you? Is that it? I'm not an Archeron, I'm not High Fae; I'm not officially in the Inner Circle? I don't-" You breathe, gasping for air as tears run down your cheeks now. "I don't look like her? I get it Azriel. I fucking got it. Loud and clear-"

"Shhh, shh shh. Heyy," he swims close, offerring you his hand. You want more than anything to fall into his chest and cry, just cry it all out; but you don't. You won't. He doesn't want you. He never did.

"You know none of that is true-"

"Don't bother." You say sharply. He sighs, dropping his hands in the water.

"Y/N, look I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, okay? You know how important mating bonds are; I just wanted to make sure it was real, and it would work and Feyre would be okay with it-"

"You... you already told. Feyre?" You seethe. His eyes widen, realizing maybe he shouldn't have revealed that information.

"I, uh... yeah. I did. And once she knew, it kind of got out and everyone knew," he mumbles. You clench your hands into fists.

Your favorite cake.

Elain's smug smile.

"Let Az play with you," Mor had said.

They all knew. No one told you. Not even your best friend. They knew you'd be hurt and not a single one of them told you. A small cry reverberates in your chest and you turn away from Azriel.

"Please don't be mad at me, Y/N. You know you're my best friend, you know I'd do anyth-"

"Save it." You say, wading toward the water's edge. "We're done here."

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You hadn't seen him since he accepted his bond with Elain six months ago; you couldn't even bring yourself to sit through the entire ceremony they hosted. It was all too much.

That was the first crushing blow. But then, to find out that not only had he accepted the bond and been happy about it, but now you were bonded to someone you didn't want either?

What a joke. The mating bond was a joke -- it had to be. All these years of believing that bonds were so special... it was all bullshit.

As you sit near the bank, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You didn't quite care who it was; after all, you were so deep in loathing that you had grown distant from all of your friends over the past few months. It didn't help that the last words you'd hurled at them were unkind, but... maybe it's what they needed to hear. They did keep a huge thing from you, and you haven't even begun to figure out how to move on yet.

Moving on from Azriel sounded like it would be the end for you. You didn't know how you'd ever do it -- it was always him. There never was anyone else for you. You only wanted him.

And now he was honeymooning with his mate. Fucking her. Loving her. Allowing her to know him on a level only you'd ever been on.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks when a whisper pulls you from your thoughts.

"Y/N?"

You turn slowly, the last person you'd expected to see standing behind you. His hair was windblown, his skin tan from the Summer court sun. He had a few light freckles dusting his nose.

Upon seeing your upset state, he slowly approached you, and sat down beside you. Staring out at the water, you continued to let the tears fall, chin resting on your bent knees. His gaze was hot as he stared at you, taking you in fully.

"Y/N... this isn't okay... you're-" his voice cracks. "You're not okay." He whispers the last part, and your eyes meet his. Tears stream down his cheeks, dripping onto the cream colored button-down he's sporting. Typical Summer court fashion, but you should expect that as he did just spend time there.

He grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. You have no choice but to sink in, open sobs emitting from your broken hearted chest. He breaths deeply, resting his chin atop your head. A drop of water lands on your shoulder, a tear. It's from him.

He holds you for a few minutes, allowing you to release all your emotions. He sighs, the sun dipping low alolng the horizon. You finally pull back and look at him. Nothing was going to change about your situation.

Your eyes caught on the black letters still imprinting his arm, fresh tears brimming your eyes.

"I hate seeing you like this," he says, sniffing. "You're my best friend Y/N. You always find the good in every situation, in everyone... that's why everyone loves you so much. You saw the good in me when no one else did." He says, rubbing your shoulder. You train your eyes on the grass below.

"I hate this too. But I love you," you say, not looking to meet his eyes. "If this is what is making you happy, I love that for you." He takes one of your hands in his.

"Y/N, it's just... Gods, this is a mess." He says. You let out a humorless laugh.

"Yeah. Even more of a mess now that I have a mate too." His eyes widen, and you look up just in time to see something swimming in those hazel orbs.

"Oh." He says. He drops your hand, but you reach over and place yours on top of where his now rests in his lap.

"The difference is, I would still choose you and me." You say, and he wipes a tear from your cheek. "I would always choose you and me. Because you're my best friend Azriel; and I love you. I don't know how to stop." You say. You lean back, resting your head in the grass as he gets comfortable laying beside you. His fingertips graze over the spot where he'd written on you -- marked you -- years back, reiterating the sentiment he'd etched there.

"And you're mine, too."

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Part 2

[spooky-things-au]

Chapter 5 out of 6 is done! We're almost there to be done with first episode! Happy December anyone too! :D

(Chapter is undercut)

Spooky Things

Season 1. The beginning

Episode 1. The vanishing of Ross Lynn

Chapter 5. It's up to us now

Back at "Boys n' Grills", with last costumer leaving few minutes ago, Vivana and Tom managed to give their full attention to the child.

Upon seeing him, they immediately knew something was off. The child was dirty when he arrived. But now, he was, at least, Vivana managed to clean his exposed hands and face. Tom gave the boy one extra shirt, their boss had, that now hanged over the kid's body like a dress. God, he was so small... how old was he even?

Neither of them could be sure where this little boy came from... but, if how they found him told them anything... he was starving. So right now, Vivana payed for some food, they provided to the child. Gratefully, the little kid attacked the food, quickly devouring it as if afraid it would be taken away.

"Geez." The female worker shook her head, sitting across the boy in break room. "Your parents forget to feed you? Is that why you ran away?" She asked, but the boy was still not turning away from the food. "They, uh... They hurt you?"

Still silence. Then Tom decided to take over, as he looked over the boy once more, taking a notice of his original clothes and his head... the gown. The buzz cut... he frowned.

"Are you okay?" Tom asked. "Did you go to the hospital? Were they the ones, that scared you?" He continued softly. "You got scared so much that you ran off and you wound up here... is that it so?"

The child still kept quiet. The two shared the look again, before sighing.

"Alright." Vivana said, before pulling the basket from the kid, who tried to get it back, bit Tom put his hand on the boy's. "Wait a second, I will give this back, and you can have as much as you want, I promise." 

"Maybe even some ice cream too!" Tom added, smiling down to the boy, who looked at him a bit confused.

"But you gotta answer our questions first." Vivana got kid's attention again. "We got a deal?"

The boy just stayed quiet, not saying a word, he raised his feet, hugging his knees. Tom sighed out once more. He felt terrible for this little guy... he seemed to scared and lost. It rinded him of a kicked puppy... He highly doubted he had a stable or safe home. If any home at all.

"How about we start with the easy stuff?" He smiled, sitting next to Vivana, who smiled, nodding to the idea. "My name's Thomas Jefferson. Everyone calls me Tom."

He put out a hand to the child. He just tilted his head, as if not knowing what he wanted.

"It goes like this." Vivana then joined the handshake with Tom. "My name is Vivana." She pretended to introduce herself, chuckling, before looking back to the child. "Now, it's your turn."

Tom put his hand out to mysterious boy once more. He looked between the man and hand for few second... before hesitantly reaching for it with his own, letting Tom wrap his hand around it like he previously did with Vivana.

They both smiled. They had progress.

"See. I got you." Tom said, nodding to the boy. "Don't worry. It's okay. Nice to meet you, yeah." He then turned to kids' eyes to look into them. "And you are?"

The child looked at him for a second, before turning away, still silent. Not that occurred to them they didn't even hear anything from him... not even a quiet noise... could he be mute? Vivana sighed out, great, it could be another set back. She looked the little kid over once more, before spotting something on his wrist... a small, barely noticeable tattoo. 11.

"Eleven..." She whispered to herself, gently taking kid's hand to look it over again.

"What's that?" Tom asked to the child. "Do you know what's it mean?"

Suddenly, the kid pulled his hand away, putting it inside side in, hiding the number. "No." A small, but determined voice said.

Two workers looked at him, surprised and stunned.

"Well, I'll be damned." "He speaks..."

"No?" Viviana asked once more, looking at the child. "No, what?"

He stayed quiet this time, still holding his hand close. Vivana sighed out in frustration.

"Alright." She said, standing up, the basket in her hands. "I guess no more food, then-"

Tom looked at her in shock. "Viv, you can't just-!"

"Eleven." They were suddenly cut off.

The two turned to the child, in confusion. He was looking at them with determined, but confused face. They expected him to explain it... but he didn't.

"Yeah..." Vivana said once more, looking at the kid. "What's it mean?"

He raised his hand, pointing to himself. "Eleven."

Two adults exchanged glances once more. 'I'm gonna call somebody on it' Tom silently said to Vivana, who just nodded. After he left, she stayed with the boy.

"Alright, then..."

She lowered the basket next to him again, letting him continue eating peacefully. Or, well... faster as the kid started. The young woman chuckled.

"Hey, take it easy, kid, I'm not taking that again..." She smiled to the boy.

Meanwhile, Tom sighed out, looking at the scene from outside of their ear reach. He was on the phone, calling local CPS.

"Yeah, look, all we know is that he's scared to death..." He stated into the phone. "Yeah, we both have suspension he's been abused or... kidnapped or something." He sighed out, shaking his head.

God, his heart pained for this poor child. He was so... young. Kids this age should be out, playing and learning of the world... not having to deal with... whatever this little guy has gone through. The scared look in his eyes was just... wrong.

He then sighed out again, listening to person on other side of the line. "Yeah, it'd be great if someone would come by." He finally smiled, before named the address of the place.

Jaune walked to a small makeshift wooden fort in woods. She kneeled down, pressing on the "doorbell" button. There was a small light inside, but no sound.

"Ring-a-ding-ding!" The woman sang cheerfully, before giggling lightly, when a small voice also laughed on inside. "Anybody home?"

"Password?" Riss' voice heard from inside, sending his mother into confusion for a second, before she mumbled something under her breath. A

"Um... Rada..." She tried to remember the word, before looking up. "...Radagast?"

For a second, there was silence, before a light sound of approval came from inside. "Yeah. You may enter."

Jaune opened the curtain into the fort, smiling when she saw her little boy there. Ross was looking at box of hair dye, his gray beanie to side, as he was fiddling with stroke of his blonde hair. He was recently starting to look into dying his hair, and Aaron brought him a box for him few weeks prior, but he still hasn't decided when to do it or not.

"Still thinking of it, aren't you?" She asked, sitting next to her son. "Well, my offer still stands, if you want to match for awhile still..." She chuckled lightly, giving her son a small smile.

"I know, mom, thanks..." Ross laid his head against her shoulder.

Jaune looked down at her son with a light smile, holding him close to herself.

"Well... I don't mean to break this, but..." She then reached to her pocket. "Guess what? I got off early and..." She pulled out two movie tickets, showing them to her son. "Ta-da! The Cabin in the Woods."

Ross' eyes widened, as he looked onto the two pieces of paper in his mom's hand. "I..." He looked between the tickets and his mother. "I thought I wasn't allowed to see it..!"

"Well, I changed my mind." Jaune chuckled at his surprise. "As long as you don't have nightmares for a week." She then lightly poked his nose.

"Mooom..." Thd boy whined lightly "I won't. I don't get scared like that anymore."

"Oh, yeah?" Jaune raised her eyebrow, looking down at the child. "Not even of clowns?"

"No." Ross rolled his eyes.

"What about my witch?" She lifted her hand, starting to wriggle her finger over her son's face.

"No." Ross said again, before Jaune pulled him closer to herself, as she started to lightly tickle his side, making his giggle. "Mom, stop it! I'm not five anymore!"

"But Ross Lynn..." Jaune whined, chuckling herself, not letting go of her child. "I'm going to cook you up in my-"

"Stop!" The boy laughed out once more, finally getting out of his mother's grasp. "That's so stupid..." He laughed out to himself.

And then Jaune once more pulled him into a hug.

"Mom!"

The laughter of mother and son was heard through the small patch of woods, as at the moment, it was only them in their own little world.

But that was last year.

Now, Jaune stood by the small fort, looking at it with worried look. It was empty. Just like all other places, she thought her son might have went to. He wasn't anywhere she knew he liked or could do for hiding.

She let out a sigh, standing up. She looked back. She could see Aaron and Lila in short distance, and John with his coworkers... and her neighbors... and few other people... all of them had flashlights, screaming into forest... they all were yelling Ross' name and asking him to come out. They were officially volunteers to help searching for her son.

She frowned at the flashlight in her own hand. It was already 5 PM. The sun started setting on the horizon and it would be dark soon... and it was November... the thought of her little boy out there, in this weather shared her out of her mind.

But not only that... something was telling to her like the possibility of him catching a cold should be last thing she should worry about.

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"We should be out there right now. We should be helping look for him!"

Robert raised from his seat. It wasn't fair! His friend was missing and he was under house arrest now! They should be also be looking for Ross!

"We've been over this, Robert..." Radford sighed out, already tired of this topic with his brother. "Uncle John says-"

"I don't care what Uncle John said!" The young boy said, staring at his brother.

"Robert." Robin chimed in, turning head away from 7 year old next to her.

"We have to do something, Robin!" The pre-teen wasn't coming down. "For all we know, Ross can be hurt! Or in danger... or worse!"

"Then there's more reason to stay put." Robin added sternly.

"Robin..!" Robert whined.

"No, all of us are staying home." Young woman continued. "End of discussion. Nobody leaves this house until we all know Ross is okay."

"I had my plans canceled as well." Radford looked down, still serious. "Believe me, Robert, I like this not one bit more than you do."

"You're just pissed off 'cause you wanna hang out with Kevin..." Robert rolled his eyes.

"Robert!" Robin scolded, getting a small whine from the small girl, before she looked down to the child next to her. "Oh God, sorry, Becky, I didn't mean to yell..."

"It's not about..!" Radford tried to excuse himself, but when he couldn't find what to say... he just sighed out, covering his (blushing) face with his hand. "You are such a douchebag, Rob..."

"Language!" Robin said again, looking between two men in the house. She then turned back to the small girl, who was grasping into her shirt with her hands. "Shh, It's okay..." She cooed softly, trying to calm down the child, teaching for a cup to give it to the girl. "It's okay, Becky... Here, have some juice, okay?"

The tense aura held over the table. So much for a peaceful dinner.

"You see, Robert? You see what happens?" Radford again looked at his brother, who, at this point, could only see red.

"What happens when what?!" Robert raised from his seat. "When I'm the only normal one here!?" He shouted across the room. "My FRIEND is missing and I'm worried out out my mind! I have no idea what's going on and I feel like the only one that cares about Ross!"

"Robert, calm down." Robin tried to calm her younger brother down. "You know we all- ROBERT!"

But the boy was already gone.

Radford looked between the seat and doorway. Soon enough, there was a slam from Robert's door. Few second later, he heard Becky start crying, so Robert took her to her room to calm the poor girl down.

He sighed out. Great. Just fucking great! The man covered his face, brearhing in and out.

He didn't know how parents did it. This was too much! He tried to do what he could... but how could he make Robert understand? Sure, he could see why he was acting out, his friend was missing and Robert was an emotional child... not to mention puberty. This crap was no joke.

But at the same time, how could he do all this? Radford just graduated college this year and trying to figure out himself. It was hard enough with his parents with the way they were... but then they just up and left his younger siblings on his shoulders. He seriously hoped Becky wouldn't remember them... all three of them deserved so much better.

Breathing out once more, Radford stood up, going to his younger brother's room. There was already some noise, but he still tried to knock. Nobody replied. Not big deal, he'll talk with Robert in the morning... maybe they'd come to some sort of agreement then.

After sending a quick message to Robin, Radford walked outside.

He needed a fucking break...

Robert was sitting on his bed, hugging his pillow. He knew he overdid it with yelling at Radford, but he couldn't help it! He was scared and worried! He didn't know how to let out these emotions other than to scream.

When he heard a knock on his door, he stayed quiet... he knew it was his brother... but he didn't want to face him just yet. He already made a mental note to try and apologize to him in the morning... but right now, he needed to calm down.

Then, there was a flash from his phone.

It was a message from Susie.

💗 Hey, is anyone on?

👽 Hey, I'm here

💥 Yep, here too

💥 How are you holding up, guys?

💗 Not good...

💗 I'm worried about Ross

Robert sighed, before typing his reply.

👽 Yeah

👽 Same here

💥 Tell me about it. This all is crazy!

And after that, there was no other updates from them for few minutes, that normally would mean the end of their talk... Robert was about to put his phone away... but then Susie sent a message again. About their yesterday's campaign.

💗 Hey... I was thinking...

💗 Our game yesterday? Ross' spell. He cast Fireball.

💥 Yes, Susie, we know, we all were there.

💥 What's your point?

💗 My point is...

💗 He could've cast Protection, but went for Fireball.

💗 He could've played it safe, but he didn't.

Robert's eyes widened. He got what Susie was getting on.

👽 He put himself in danger to help the party.

The girl's reply didn't wait to come in.

💗 Exacly. He put himself in danger for us. And now, that he's in danger... he needs our help to save him.

💗 The adults did everything they could... and now...

💗 It's up to us...

💥 Meet near Castle Lynn?

Even if there was no other messages after it... they all knew they agreed to it. And so, this was their destination.

Armed with his bag and jacket, Robert sneaked out through window of his room. His door was locked, so he wasn't worried about his siblings deciding to peek in. Unlike their parents... they respected his privacy.

And even if they did notice him missing, he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

He was on a mission.

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[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Polly's Boys-16

Devlin invites his family over to his house for the first time.

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“I need a final number Sr.” Ruth, their poor old maid was at her wits end with her newly rich gangster employer.

She’d followed him around the large mansion all morning begging for numbers. He definitely didn’t have the upper crust breeding or training rather of his twin brother. Ruth had previously been employed by the other, this brother was going to be the death of her.

The mistress, Winter St. Clair, had helped call florists, caterers and arrange the party. She’d done her part to help for the arrival of his family.

Now Ruth just needed an idea on how many servers and maids to deploy. It was a quick answer but as always, the younger man was too preoccupied hunting down his beautiful bride like a bloodhound to answer her. Her hair was greying quicker than it needed to.

“Four, four people Ruth, Geez.” He snapped and bit into a red apple. He was buzzing with irritation himself. Winter was on the phone talking about a tour this summer. Everyone knew he didn’t do well being separated from her for hours let alone months.

“Dev relax, Ruth I’m sorry for him. He has family coming to stay so he’s just wound up.” Winter apologized to her man and hugged the older woman. At least someone appreciated her. Mrs. Winter, as she was known in her own home, had appeared from the home office. Devlin was standing by the foyer to catch her.

“Hey! Brat, you don't apologize for me.” He said coming forward and slapped her on the bum earning an indignant glare. He hid his grin best he could behind the apple. She wanted to kill him. Winter and Ruth look at him astounded at his behavior. He had a plan however unbeknownst to them.

“Devlin!” She yelled at him. She actually yelled. It was on now. She hated being reprimanded, even playfully in front of the staff. She’d run him at the orphanage. He repaid that in full daily.

“You need that attitude fucked out of you little Mrs.” He tossed the apple into a planter, uncaring where it went. He towered over her like a tattooed giant. At 6’1 to her five feet and a few inches, she looked like an indignant child next to him. Her little lip jutted out. He squeezed her tighter knowing that when she was held still too long she got testy.

“Oh, I’m the one with the attitude.” She asked, tossing her hands into the air in exasperation.

Devlin darkly chuckled. Winter’s eyes went wide at the realization that he baited her.

“What time is it?” Winter asked in a panic. She was hoping it was close to the arrival time Polly and Michael had set to arrive. It was not.

“Time for you to get into my office and bend over my desk.” Devlin growled huskily into her ear.

“Dev!” No one in the house even battered an eyelash as he tossed her over her shoulder begging and pleading as he carried her past the grand staircase.

He laughed as he carried her into the office and locked the door.

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“Desk now you sassy little girl.” He had a firm hold still on her tiny waist and he unceremoniously deposited her firmly on his oak desk. She sat stunned and facing him blinking rapidly.

“What has gotten into you?” She asked excitedly. Things had been slow and tender, raw between them since the tour. We’ll since the gun incident when he’d mistaken her for an enemy. To be fair, he hadn’t been expecting her.

“Me, you're the one with the attitude?” He challenged quickly settling between open thighs. He slid her powder blue silk dress up. He loved catching flashes on her garters.

“I’m sorry, what? Mr. Cocky Rooster man.” He laughed at her indignant nickname for him. He never minded being called cocky, it was just another word for confidence as far as he was concerned.

“Thought i was bending over?” she asked haughty about messing with him. He smacked her gently on the thigh in warning. She smacked him back causing a low menacing laugh to emit from his chest.

“You have a face and a heart I want to see and feel.” At the orphanage on rough nights she’d snuggle into his chest listening to his heart beat rhythmically tap against his chest. It seemed to soothe her. Little did she know it was a comfort to him too.

He loved her weight on his chest.

“Aww. Car, car!!” she pointed out the window. He looked at the clock and cursed.

“They are early.” He growls into her ear. “Tonight, I promise.” He left his wife giggling on his desk. She’d have to wait. Ugh. ________________________________________

“Mum.” Devlin came strutting out of the room and hugged his mother tightly, practically bumping his baby brother into the foyer table in the process. He’d been too excited to see his mother then worry about the giant mirror teetering off the table.

Glass shattered everywhere and staff came literally out of the panelled wood work. The servants quarters are cleverly hidden behind walls.

Devlin had often joked about having to pay the mice that lived in his walls. Now it made sense to his mum and brother. It was a site to see some many people scrambling about.

Michael was too preoccupied checking out the massive white and gilded walls of her older brother's mansion. The grand staircase curved on both sides as if hugging the room. Everything is finely detailed and carved by craftsmen. His brother was richer than he’d thought.

“Winter calls it the bird cage because of all the gold molding. Says it reminds her of bars sometimes.” Polly laughed and grabbed Michaels hand pulling him out of the way of the shattered mess and back into reality.

“Oh, Michael. Winter is technically a St. Clair, you know of dukes and duchesses. Winter is a sixth cousin to the king, if you don't know the fact that they gave her up that is. She’s too beautiful to not be blue blood isn't she?” Polly rambled on unaware that Devlin was watching them carefully. He trusted his mum around Winter. He hated other men acknowledging her beauty though.

“Her mum is a duchess. A cousin to the king.” Michael was overwhelmed and Devlin narrowed in on him ready to go for his throat. He’d seen and heard what he needed to confirm his suspicions. He couldn't wait to rub in David's perfect face.

“I think she and I traded places at some time in life because she came from this,” He points to all the splendor around them.” And I was born on a boat.” Devlin smiled. His teeth were bared. Polly exchanged a puzzled expression but her hark hair sent her curls flying. She was trying to excuse his behavior.

“You were?” Michael asked, clearly confused. Michael spent more time asking about work and pay so that he understood their mutual background. He’d been around 5 or so when the cops and parish had taken him.

“So were you.” Devlin shot back. An uneasy feeling growing and gnawing at his stomach.

“No, we were traveling for work then. Michael and Anna were born in a caravan.” Polly corrected.

“My story is still better.” Devlin shot his mum a cocky smile. He still had his arm around her possessively as if her other son wasn’t standing next to them.

“You and David were born during a storm. I swear the boat rocked you both right out of me.” Polly mused on missing the tension building between her sons.

“Hi!” Winter walked out of the office and towards them all handing out hugs. When hse got to Polly they linked arms as if they were about to skip off.

“I'm so glad you are here. I need some girl time.” Winter gushed over her mother in law. Devlin had been pleased when they both bonded so quickly and well.

“Me too” Dev winked at her, earning a soft tap on the arm from his bubbly effervescent wife.

“Ugh, beasts the both of you. Go, show Michael your cars.” Polly dismissed her elder son in his own home. He chuckled and pinched her lightly. He was getting slapped left and right today.

“Cars as in…” Michael was swiftly cut off by the gangster.

“Yeah, more than one, come on.” He wrapped her arm around Michael, keep your family close….

“Dev, David just called. He and Peggy are coming too.” Winter could throw her voice quite loudly. Being a singer in noisy clubs that little trick came in hand. He waved her off. He’d spoken to Peggy earlier.