#OH FLO WHERE DID YOU GO

[harlltree]

I use apple music and all of the sudden I've really wanted to listen to "Who the F**k are Arctic Monkeys" BUT THE SONG IS GONE??? THE WHOLE ALBUM IS??? LIKE THERES NO THE VIEW FROM THE AFTERNOON (thats fine its one wpsiatwin) AND NO OTHERS!!! WHERE DID YOU GO??? (I just thought of fluorescent adolescent)

[arcticpuppeteer]

FLO IS BACK!

[the-internets-girlfriend]

Secrets in Doncaster: Part 1 - George Clarke

George Clarke x Y/N (1800 words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

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"And hi, I'm y/n and I also want to go to Brighton because I'm the pirate captain of the Arthur and Chris ship."

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The pub smelt of old beer and cheap crisps, as I sat sandwiched between Becky and George; a pear cider sat in my hand as I nursed the drink whilst listening to Chris explain the rules for todays soccer Saturday.

"And every time that your team scores you get to hand out a drink for someone else to do and every time that team concedes you have to down your drink." Chris explains to the group as I felt eyes to my left giving me a side-eye glance with a smirk.

"Oh shush George. You better not give me any drinks this video." I threaten, turning to face my boyfriend.

A chorus of laughter was heard from the group, as George shoots me a wink in my direction. "Darling, you got so plastered last time off of only three pints and it was hilarious." George tries to defend himself but luckily my best friend Becky has my back.

"Don't worry we'll gang up on the boys today. Girls for the win!"

"I'm taking offence to that. I thought we were going to stick together." Arthur Hill chimes up. He's referring to the last time the group had hung out at our George's' place. Becky and I may have had four too many cocktails made by Flo, and ended up having a drunk deep and meaningful conversation with Arthur.. Well it wasn't much a conversation, rather a large amount of gossip said by us girls as Arthur nodded along; and declaring himself to now be one of the girls.

"You take offence to everything, mate," the other Arthur hollered out as he down the remainder of his drink; raising the empty glass to the group, and silently offering if anyone else needed a drink.

"Ten quid he's gone before we even get to the surprise location." I whisper to George, as he signals his empty glass in return to get a refill.

"Ten quid says he's gone before we get off the train and it's a deal." George replies, stretching his hand out for a handshake. We shake to our deal and he moves his right arm to now stretch behind me, pulling me closer to this side. I raise an eyebrow to the motion and he replies to a shrug.

George and I have been together for a while now; but the only thing we haven't publicly announced it to the fans. We did the classic friends to dating scenario; where we've known each other since he first posted his jokes of TikTok, and I posting my first viral book video about authors I love and would die for on TikTok. Our fans and friends had always spotted something between George and I, but both of us were too scared to admit anything to each other until one movie night at my flat where he kissed me.

We simply hadn't told the fans as we were happy living in our little bubble with only the select group of people; including our family and friends knowing. Although, we both know how smart our fans are and they have began to notice the closeness between us, and are beginning to make twice as many fan edits of us, which is quite sweet and I often show to George when we're lying in his bed together.

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The remainder of our time spent at the so-called-quiet pub, of which didn't remain quiet with our cheers and reaction, was filled with eyes glued to the Tv and watching intense football games; and praying for a nice place to go and not some obscure ghost town.

"Doncaster? Where in the bloody world is that?" I exclaim out to the group, eyebrows raising as Chris and Becky pull out their phones to investigate.

I shifted away from George, leaning over Becky's shoulder to investigate alongside her. The small amount of distance between George and I did not exist for that long as he too moved himself; leaning into my, our bodies pushed flush together as he glanced over my shoulder to view the screen.

I glance over my shoulder, now pressed and stuck between my best friend and my boyfriend, catching George's eye as he looks at me smugly.

The remainder of the group consisted of the two Arthur's still researching about Doncaster, and Isaac leaning his head against the arm of the couch letting out a deep sigh before making a quick one-liner to Chris resulting in the bubbly laughter to explode from the group.

Finally George had leant back into the couch, with me following suit and nestling myself back into his side. Chris reached over for his bag from behind his couch.

And that's when I felt it - a soft pair of lips pressing into the side of my forehead.

In return, my hand quickly shot out, giving a smack to George's thigh. "George! the fans are going to go bonkers over that."

He let out a toothy grin, zero shame and a shrug, "good. Let 'em."

Before I could open my mouth to question my boyfriend, Chris' voice breaks the small silence. However, a thought lingered on my mind; does George want to tell our fans?

Chris is holding a card in on hand, of which displays six tasks, and Chris voice is heard explaining them all; and as the group thinks, Isaacs' voice cuts through.

"We should add a seventh task for George and Y/N... keep their hands off of each other."

George and I both give a shake of our heads, knowing this was not going to happen at all, as we're always drawn to each other.

Arthur Hill begins to agree with Isaac, "yeah maybe your secret from your fans will actually be well kept for once."

"Oh shut up Hill." I reply.

Becky begins to chime into the conversation too, "I think it should be if I can keep my hands off of Y/N." Becky then follows up her joke with pressing a kiss to my cheek.

George only gives a chuckle and a shake of his head before downing the remainder of his pint.

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We all sat on the train heading to Doncaster, as my eyes still regulated to the harsh bright lights in the train cabin. I was sat across from Becky with Chris next to me and the other four boys across the aisle from us.

"We're off on a big adventure with the boys." Becky declared cheerfully, the joke never wearing off as I chuckle at the inside joke. Chris gives the two of us a side eye before turning to the vlog camera with a theatrical eye roll.

Across the aisle, the boys chat about football - getting heated as the cheers for goals continue - but I was only half-listening. Becky, Chris and I, are playing an intense game of Uno from a deck I forced George to bring with the reward of a kiss.

I glance up from the deck for a moment, and see my boyfriend sitting across from me with his eyes closed and an index finger pointed at me. Then slowly, he opens his eyes with a grin, and the remainder of the boys let out an explosion of laughs.

"What?" I asked, suspicious.

"Sorry darling, but, you've got to have a drink." George snickers with mock sympathy.

"I hate you."

"No darling, you do in fact love me."

I roll my eyes, as Chris places a passionfruit martini can in front of me. I let out a groan and the automatic frown on my face shows exactly what I am thinking - I hate passionfruit.

Becky knows about my hatred after one time I yelled at a bartender for giving me the wrong drink once; she leaned in and whispered, "I have a plan."

The plan? For my new brand new Adidas sambas to be used for us to both do a shoey as we switch drinks; I hand her the passionfruit and take her whiteclaw.

"The boys can't one up us yet!" She exclaimed before we do the shoey. The group lets out a chorus of cheers as bystanders turn to look at us.

"And you've got to kiss those lips tonight George." Arthur TV blurts out, forgetting that it will need to be edited out.

"And there's more editing for me." Chris says.

""Oh I'm sorry guys." Arthur quickly says, bring him hand to cover his mouth."

"Don't worry about it mate." George says, not really minding what our fans see anymore.

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We keep drinking, as I loose tally of how much I've already had; it's somewhere between "I could have the confidence to run a half-marathon" and "I really want to make out with my boyfriend." The alcohol was beginning to take affect on the most of us; however, George sat there being effected.

We had shuffled seats a while ago, once we were first told the train was going to be held up and we all had to stand up to move our legs. I was now seated next to George, curled into side with my head resting against his bicep. I was engaged with an intense staring contest with Arthur TV across from me.

Simple rule we made; loser had to finish their drink. Which was a big stake for us both since we're both lightweights.

"Arthur I know you like to win, but not this time!" I mutter, narrowing my eyes.

"Yeah right," Arthur spat back at me.

I was winning the game; I knew it, Arthur eyes with starting to shut.

And then George's hand slid onto my thigh.

A tight squeeze.

Completely unexpected.

"HA! YOU BLINKED!" Arthur yelled out, throwing his hand up into the air as if he was thanking the imaginary crowd.

I groaned and let my face fall against George's chest in defeat, smacking a lazy hand against his stomach. "That was cheating."

"I didn't do anything," George said with fake innocence. I give him a pout and reach over to my full can and downed it in one go, pulling a face of disgust as I felt the bubble go down my throat.

"Oh no," Becky whispered across the aisle, watching me with wide eyes.

I buried my eyes into George's side, as I slurred the words, "this is your fault."

"And yet," he said smugly, nudging my head with his own, "no regrets." George kissed my forehead looking down at me.

"Now if they fans saw that, they would combust." Isaac joked to us both.

We let out a shared chuckle, as I latched my hand to his, intertwining our fingers. I felt three tight squeezes to my hands, as I responded to George with four tight squeezes.

Before anything else can be said, the train began moving again, dragging us closer to Doncaster; and to the events of which may happen there.

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masterlist x

and there's my first post!! I hope you all love it, as much as how much I loved creating it!

I realised I had so many ideas for this story; so have decided to make it a multiparter. However, if you have any requests, please send them through :)

See you next time,

mwah x

[lanf1an]

DREAMS lando norris pt.4 When your childhood bestfriend Flo had convinced you to get the fashion design job at her brother's company Quadrant, it finally paid off when Louis Vuitton was announced as the new sponsor for F1.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.5 pt.6

The café was one of those cozy little places tucked away on a quiet street in Monaco, far from the usual chaos of the race weekend. You, Max and Keegan had agreed to meet up for coffee today before the whole sleepover fiasco, the three of you now quietly nursing your coffee, the late morning sun streaming through the windows. It was a slow, easy moment—the kind that had become rare with how busy things had been lately, reminding you of old times in London.

Keegan was scrolling through his phone, probably looking at memes, while Max stretched lazily, his sunglasses slipping down his nose. “I’m glad you and Lando get along well now,” he said casually before taking a sip of his drink, not letting his suspicions of the last night when you were at the apartment for your keycard go.

You blinked. “Do we?” You replied casually. 

Max shot you a look, amused. “Well, yeah. I mean, you used to talk about him like he was your worst nightmare during Quadrant.”

“That’s dramatic. He just always wanted to review my designs that we had already agreed on.”

“Is it?” Keegan cut in, grinning. “You hated the guy.”

You scoffed, leaning back in your chair. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t his biggest fan. But I still wouldn’t say we ‘get along well’ now.”

There had been a shift. He had been texting. Not just about work, but little things. A funny picture from a shoot, a comment about a jacket he knew you hated, a random ‘What’s your coffee order?’ text that had caught you off guard. You had chalked it up to him being Lando—charming, friendly, probably like this with everyone. 

“He’s just—” You searched for the right words. “I don’t know, being normal?”

Keegan snorted. “For Lando, that’s basically flirting.”

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach twisted a little. Because you’d felt it too—that slight shift, the underlying current of something unspoken. And you weren’t sure what to do about it.

Then, a small smile tugged at your lips. “I do have something fun planned for him at the event tonight, though.”

That got their attention. Keegan finally looked up, intrigued. “Oh?”

Max narrowed his eyes. “What kind of fun?”

You just grinned, leaning back in your chair. “You guys will see.”

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The event was big. Formal. Typical McLaren. It was their Monaco opening. A sea of sharp black suits, starched white shirts, and carefully curated ties. It was the kind of night where image mattered—where every driver, team principal, and executive looked like they had stepped straight out of a luxury menswear campaign.

Except Lando.

He looked good, of course. He always looked good. But instead of a suit like every other man in the room, he was dressed in a perfectly tailored business-casual look: an expensive white knit, sleek navy trousers, and—just to really drive the point home—pristine white sneakers.

Not a blazer in sight.

You watched from your seat in the audience, biting back a smirk as he stepped onto the stage beside Zak, Oscar, and Andrea—all of whom were dressed to the nines in proper suits. Lando barely had time to shake hands before he turned his head, scanning the crowd like he already knew exactly who was responsible. You were easy to find because Max and Keegan next to you had burst out laughing as soon as they saw him.

When he spotted you, sitting comfortably with Max and Keegan, his brows lifted in a silent really? Gesturing to the outfit.

You just smiled sweetly, lifting your hands to applaud like nothing was out of the ordinary. Keegan was the first to crack, letting out a low whistle. “You actually did it. You made him look like he’s here for a tech startup pitch instead of an F1 event.”

Max, already grinning, leaned in. “Wow, you’re an evil genius. How’d you get away with it?”

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “I have enough pull at Louis Vuitton now. They trust my vision.”

On stage, Lando shook his head slightly, fighting off a smirk. Then, ever so subtly, he lifted a hand and gestured at you—one of those small, exasperated motions that said this is your fault.

You just gave him a little wave in return.

He exhaled a laugh, running a hand over his face before focusing back on the event, because, well—he had to. But you knew this wasn’t over.

The event wrapped up smoothly, filled with speeches, applause, and a little too much formal pleasantry. You didn’t see Lando immediately after, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

And sure enough, just as you were slipping past the backstage area—maybe heading toward the afterparty, maybe just trying to make a quiet exit—he found you.

“Undress me. Now.”

His voice was low, but his words were very clear.

You turned, arching a brow as Lando stepped into your space, still looking unfairly good in the outfit you had put him in. “Excuse me?”

He gave you a pointed look. “You picked it. You put me in this. Fix it.”

A slow smirk tugged at your lips. “Didn’t realize you had a problem with it.”

“Oh, I don’t,” he said easily, tilting his head. “It’s the part where everyone else was in suits and I looked like I was about to give a TED Talk, that’s the problem.”

You hummed, feigning deep thought. “Well, maybe I just wanted you to stand out.”

Lando exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “You knew what you were doing.”

You shrugged, gaze sweeping over him. “And yet… you still looked good.”

For a second, he just watched you—like he was weighing his next move. Then, he leaned in slightly, voice dropping lower. “I’m serious, though. Fix it.”

You swallowed, pulse kicking up.

Because suddenly, this didn’t just feel like him joking around anymore.

“Fine,” you said, steadying yourself. “But I’m not undressing you here.”

Lando’s smirk widened. “Dressing room backstage”

You exhaled sharply, giving him a look. “I’ll get the suit”

He chuckled, stepping back just enough to let you breathe. “I’ll be waiting, stylist.”

And with that, he walked off—leaving you standing there, heart racing, already knowing this wasn’t going to be just about a wardrobe change.

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The door clicked shut behind you, the distant thump of the party muffled by thick walls.

Lando turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Well?” He tilted his head, voice a quiet challenge. “You started this.”

You looked at him questionably.

‘’Was this your plan all along? Finding a reason to undress me?’’

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers itched to touch him. “You are such a—”

He took a step forward, crowding you against the wall. “Go on,” he murmured, voice dropping. “Undress me.”

He grabbed your wrist, leading it to his waist.

Your breath caught.

You reached for the hem of his knit sweater, fingers skimming the warm skin underneath. Lando inhaled sharply, his hands finding your hips as you tugged the fabric over his head, revealing toned muscle, golden skin.

He watched you, gaze dark, waiting.

And then he was kissing you—deep, insistent, no hesitation.

No pulling away this time.

No one disturbing this time.

You felt yourself melt into him, hands sliding over his bare chest, his fingers slipping beneath the straps of your dress, pushing it down slowly, deliberately. He didn’t wait for you to undress his pants.

His lips moved down your neck, across your collarbone, down your stomach, lower, leaving a trail of heat. He paused just long enough to meet your eyes, teasing. Worshipping.

“I love your clothes,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough. “But without is even better.”

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You smoothed your hair in the mirror before stepping back into the party, the energy buzzing around you. Lando, as always, looked effortlessly unbothered, like he hadn’t just had his hands all over you.

You were less successful at hiding it.

Max and Keegan noticed immediately.

“Oh, finally,” Keegan muttered, nursing his drink. “Took you long enough.”

Max smirked, raising a brow at Lando. “Have a nice wardrobe change?”

Lando rolled his eyes, but his smirk betrayed him. “Much needed”

Keegan snorted. “Right.”

Max leaned toward you, still grinning. “You really got him with the dress code thing. Brilliant.”

Keegan nodded. “Never seen him look so much like a finance bro.”

Lando groaned. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Then he turned to you, gaze lingering. “You’re lucky I still look good in anything.”

‘’Glad you two are working well together now.’’

You felt your face heat up, but Lando, the smug bastard, just smirked.  “Oh, yeah, great team effort.”

Max and Keegan burst out laughing again, but you barely heard them—because Lando was still looking at you, that same glint in his eye.

WN: Hope you guys like it! Let me know! All suggestions are welcome. I hope to be updating more regularly, already have many fun chapters for this story.

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[dailydoseofsluttythoughts]

♡ Not Finished ♡

"You cryin' doll?" He teased, smirking at the streaks of mascara you were leaving behind as you pressed your face harder into the couch cushion. He'd worry about the stains later. For now it's all about you.

He's been pounding your sweet little pussy non-stop for the last 15 minutes. He'd gotten tired of playing his video game and finally turned his concentration to you.

Nothing about this man is small either. Not his devotion to you, nor the size of his cock. He sets a pace that is down right brutal. With the only sound leaving your mouth being screams of pleasure, timed precisely with his harsh thrusts.

"S'too b-big" you stuttered out, tiny hands gripping the blanket you had been cuddling up with whilst you watched Aoi play Fallout. He loved the game but he loved you more. He'd seen you squirming out of the corner of his eye the whole time.

"Seen you take toys bigger than this baby, so yer' gonna take what I give you. Or are you not my good little girl?" His question had your eyes popping open as you shook your head side-to-side, smearing more mascara along the couch. "No, m' a good girl, I can take it!" You proclaimed, the only thought in your head is to take his cock as well as you can.

Aoi shifted his position and placed one of his knees on the couch while his other leg stayed put. The angle forced his cock to ram up against that sweet spongey spot that damn near made your vision go white. "Fuck, right there baby, right fucking there, don't stop"

Your screeching did nothing but spur him on more, his hips drilling into you harder with each deep stroke. His girth was filling you up more satisfyingly than any toy you've played with.

This wasn't normal Aoi behavior either. Normally he was gentle and patient, but sometimes, if he was pent up enough, you would end up like this. Face down ass up, and letting him take you for whatever he wanted.

His right hand rose into the air and came crashing down on your ass check, jiggling the soft flesh and leaving a pleasant sting where it had made contact.

"Tha's it baby girl, such a good slut f'me, taking my cock so well, without any prep too. I'll be sure to give you a nice big reward after this" He uttered out, in between thrusts. Chasing his own release as well as yours becoming his next goal.

His thrusts were sporadic and rough as he gripped the flesh of your waist tighter, bringing your ass back to meet the slap of his thighs.

"Aoi, m'gunna cum, keep going, keep going.." He was knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your mouth just repeating those words like it's your own personal mantra.

"Oh yeah? Make a mess for me baby" His voice deepened slightly, a trait you had come to love, and you could tell he was close to his orgasm.

"fffuuck, Yesss" sheer bliss consumed your body, and the pounding of his cock never ceased as waves of pleasure rolled over your body. Aoi's hand came down to rub quick back and forth motions on your swollen, puffy clit, sending you deeper into your release, as a clear, sticky liquid gushed out of your cunt. This pushed him into the throws of his own release.

Thick, hot spurts of cum roped into your pussy as his thrusting slowed to a stop. Heavy breathing was all that you could hear before he slowly pulled his softening dick out of your abused hole.

Aoi flipped you over onto the dryest part of the couch and walked out of the room to the kitchen. He returned with a glass of ice water and a warm towel.

Getting on his knees in front of you he carefully wiped the remnants of your spend off of your thighs, and legs before softly dabbing your aching pussy.

"Thank you Aoi" Even though your head was cloudy and you could barley form a thought, your first instinct was to thank him.

"Hell'r you thanking me for, jus' doin' ma job" He replied, clapping his hands softly to replace one of the ice cubes in ur drink for a straw, knowing you can't bring yourself to lift the cup for that long.

"Did I... Did I take it too far?" He asked, not realy knowing if he wanted to know the answer.

"Of course not baby, that was amazing" You smiled softly as you spoke.

"Oh okay, good.. But you know what that means, right?"

"What?"

"Means I'm not finished with you" He smirked.

And that's a wrap for my first post‼️‼️hope y'all had fun reading bc I had fun writing😋

[alicedash2]

"My princess"

Whitebeard x Reader (f!reader, platonic)

without review

Shanks x Reader

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warning: persecution, mention of death, death, prejudice

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you were just his princess....

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Ah, those big, bright little eyes, full of life, that shy, forced smile, rosy, warm cheeks, you looked like a warm, cuddly little ball, even if you were a teenager, in the hand of your adoptive father, who adopted you and never let you touch a weapon, so fragile that you were, your delicate, small hands never knew what it was like to touch a weapon or anything heavy, you didn't know how to fight, let alone curse or offend, the true princess you were born to be.

 He felt devastated when you left, the persecution you suffered was too much, he thought he had saved you at the age of 12, from those ignorant people who thought you were a bad omen because of the culture you were born into and your ancestors, you were not to blame, your island, called "Flos Historiarum", was in a country at war, you had already lost your family, been taken away, they took your name and burned you with numbers, they tried to make you forget your name, but you always refused, you never submitted to that torture of prejudices, your whole island was devastated, and that filled you with hatred.

"I know how you feel, little one"

"no, you don't! I...hate them!"

"yes, I understand... and even so, I looked for things that could comfort me again..."

That's what Whitebeard said, bringing you close to his face, while you were sitting on the man's hand, malnourished, in pain and agony, he promised you that he would give you a new family, and so he did.

Whitebeard didn't usually have women in his gang, but he made a special exception at first, he just wanted to raise you and then let you live a peaceful life on an island he took as his territory, but as he saw you grow into a wonderful woman, almost 17 years old, he didn't have enough courage, he felt, for the first time, the love of a father for his daughter, he felt as if you were his exceptional daughter, as if you had come out of a dream that he hadn't even realized he had, being the father of a girl, that made him think that he would have liked to have had you earlier, learning to walk, talk, study, these silly but special things.

Whitebeard had time to see you grow, improve, develop your opinions, passions, fears and sorrows, from your island, the only thing you saved with you was your diaries, which were soon recovered before Whitebeard welcomed you into that place where there was barely any food, he knew, but he never touched on the subject, he knew, that inside, there was torture that you suffered.

During your adventures as Whitebeard, he always asked you to stay on the ship, or accompanied by a crew member, but not alone, and once, you disobeyed, left the ship, and went to explore the island in a more secluded place, but, it wasn't long before you found two heads, one red and one blue, discussing something, afraid, you left in silence when you ended up slipping and falling downs, making the boys look at you, curious...

"...?"

"ah!"

You tried to run away, but the fear was greater, the boys looked at you, still curious, they were your age at the time, 14 years old

"she's a civilian..."

"Are there any civilians here?"

"I don't know, maybe there's a village nearby"

"hey, are you a civilian?"

"igh?!"

You turned away, trembling, and denied it with your head

"oh... where are you from?"

"I-I... I..."

You tried to talk, you didn't want to admit that you were Whitebeard's daughter, you regretted going alone, until you heard a serious voice

"don't scare the girl! Stay away from her!"

A man appears, blond, called Rayleigh, by the boys, the man gently helped you up, he didn't comment on your origin, the boys became more curious, Rayleigh, took you back to Whitebeard, who when he went to check on you, hadn't found you, you were lectured and turned red with shame, blaming yourself for a moment before the man hugged you gently and asked you not to do it again, the red-haired boy, who looked at you intently, like a newly discovered species, decided to become your friend, he was curious about you, Whitebeard didn't say anything, but his intense gaze already said a lot.

 When you said goodbye on your last day, you commented on your diary, and let Shanks have a quick look, but he wasn't that interested, he thought that diaries were "girls thing", until you told him about your origin, which he doubted, so you showed him your mark from the numbers they had made on you, it was still scarred, very evident and about treatment, from then on, Shanks realized that he should also protect you, he felt obliged, even if you were from a rival crew, you carried a lot of history, of struggle, strength and pain, the young man gave you back your diary, knowing the things that would be there, and then, you got up, and Shanks accompanied you to your ship, where they said goodbye, making promises to meet again.

A few years passed, at 17, you met Shanks again, he was already independent and had his own ship, he invited you to be part of his crew, in which you refused in a gentle way, the man in love didn't insist, he told you a few things since they left and when Roger died, many things happened, but that he was happy to know that you were so far, and confessed, in which you also felt the same, again, they left, making new promises full of love.

 A few weeks pass, and you decide to live as a civilian again, making Whitebeard against it by asking:

"Why do you want to leave when you have everything here?"

"Daddy, I wasn't born to be a pirate, I was born to be a 'princess' like you said! I'm your princess, and a princess has a peaceful life, don't you think?"

Whitebeard didn't complain, he took you to a territory, still feeling insecure, something told him to take her and put her on the ship again, but he ignored it and decided to trust his daughter, who kissed him on the cheek before saying goodbye, everyone cried, except for him, but he knew where to find her.

A few days passed, and they found the diary in the old room, and decided to keep it until the next visit to return it to you, they knew how much you loved your diary, that it carried your struggle, and so it was, until the fateful day, when they arrived, they noticed something strange, there were fires all around, the island was green and flowery, with villages and a small town in the center. Whitebeard began to blame himself in advance, telling himself that he should have listened to his paternal instincts about stopping you from leaving the crew. It didn't take long for them to find you, lying lifeless in an alley, they recognized you by the numbers that were still visible on your arm, and quickly, everyone had understood, prejudice had found you again, but this time, it had caught you, and they had also set fire to the island, where not even the animals would escape, Whitebeard was flooded with sadness, he had lost his precious princess, who had never hurt anyone, but had been brutally hurt, and he, who had always promised to protect her, wasn't there.

After the unfortunate discovery, a few days later, they buried her delicate body on another nearby island, very small, left flowers and letters, and everyone said goodbye, Shanks was silent, not sure what to say, both crews left for their destination, Shanks with a clip, a pair of earrings and letters that would be sent to him, and Whitebeard with the diary and other things, Whitebeard felt so empty that he couldn't accept it, he wanted to make a promise that if she returned, he would give her something in return, but he didn't know what to give in return if his daughter returned, his promise was half-fulfilled, and Shanks, who wanted his love back, decided to make a promise, but, like Whitebeard, he didn't succeed.

18 years passed, Luffy was already on the seas, conquering crew members, Whitebeard, when he received a new newspaper in the morning, with new sheets of pirates with their rewards below, he decided to look, and when he looked at his new photo, on that sheet, smiling shyly, with rosy cheeks and bright eyes, he had a flash of all his memory, he was in a trance, He wanted to scream, to jump up and tell you that you were alive, but he could only cry slowly. Suddenly, he heard shouts of joy, seeing his crew celebrating his inexplicable return. Whitebeard held tightly to his diary, from his past life, the situation was the same with Shanks, his teenage love was back, alive, and with Luffy, his friend.

Whitebeard and Shanks began a race as to who would find you first and take you for themselves again.

Part 2(?)

[yvesismywife]

— ⋆˚｡ IWH2BMX ᝰ.ᐟ chapter sixteen

y/n l/n, the 4th member of the rnb girl group flo, is notorious for her very noticeable lack of pr training. once she goes through a very public breakup, her pr team finally decided it was time to control her online presence. daniela avanzini, the main dancer of the girl group katseye, found her reputation getting caught in the cross fire of her band mate’s blunt personality. so when both groups are caught at the same party, management gets a not so great idea.

friends (half written)

“HELLO? EARTH TO DANIELA??” “huh?” “you totally zoned out just now” yn chuckles while daniela takes in her surroundings. “you brought me… to a carti concert” the blonde whispered, not believing where she was.

“i…did. i mean to be fair, i had some help from manon.” yn plays with the rings on her finger. they stand in silence. daniela, who was taken aback from the surprise and yn, who couldn’t really understand daniela’s reaction.

“do you like it? we- we don’t have to go in. we can go somewhere else… or no where if you don’t want- oh!” yn’s sentence was cut off by daniela pulling her into a tight hug. “thank you. seriously.” daniela's whisperers were barely audible to the other singer. yn returns the hug, her arms secure around daniela’s waist.

“i want us to get along daniela. i know we didn’t meet in an ideal situation, but that shouldn’t stop us from getting along.” yn says while pulling back from the hug. “i guess you’re right,” daniela sighs, fully detaching herself from yn.

“friends?” the rnb singer holds out her pinky, waiting for the cuban to interlock hers. “really?” “why are you always judging me?! didn’t we just agree to get along?” yn exasperatedly throws her arms up. “fine! fine! friends.” daniela laughs while interlocking her pinky with yn’s.

“good. now, we have a concert to go to. come on.”

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[five-rivers]

Last week you asked about Phandom tropes people would like to see you write, so I figured I'd send an ask.

I would love to see your take on Danny as a dad. Since you tend to write Danny as an eternal child, I think it would be interesting to see your version of him as an adult with a career and family, while still dealing with ghosts.

A college!Danny fic would be fun too if dad!Danny isn't your thing.

"Daddy."

"Nmmhhnh?" said Danny.

"Daddy." Something patted insistently against his cheek.

"Wha-- Wha's wrong, sweetie?" mumbled Danny, opening his eyes enough to see the colorful blur of Phoebe's pajamas.

"Daddy," said Phoebe, very seriously, her eyes reflecting light like silver coins, "I fthrew up."

"Oh no," said Danny, coming more awake. "Do you have a fever? Do you feel sick?" He levered himself up so he could reach out to touch her forehead. Her temperature seemed alright...

She batted his hand away, making a face. "No."

Well, that was good, at least. "Do you need a shower? Clean up? Toothbrush?"

"No," said Phoebe more forcefully. She hugged her teddy bear to her chest and glared at him the way she always did when he failed to guess what she wanted to say.

Which left... "Where did you throw up?" It was probably her bed. She had a sensitive stomach, so she did have a plastic liner under her fitted sheet. It made it easier to clean up, but she still couldn't sleep there if it was full of vomit.

"Baftroom," said Phoebe.

"Toilet? Sink? bathtub? Flo--"

"Toilet," said Phoebe. Ah, she'd definitely gotten that tone from her mother.

Holy ghosts, she was so cute.

"That's good then," said Danny, sitting up. He should probably check, of course, and get himself a little more awake to make sure that Phoebe was just having sensitive stomach troubles, and wasn't really sick. And make sure she brushed her teeth, because she definitely did need to do that if she threw up. "Let's go flush."

"It moved," said Phoebe.

"What?" asked Danny.

"It moved," repeated Phoebe.

There was a crash from the vicinity of the kitchen.

"Aw, man," said Danny. He looked at the clock. It was two twenty-four. "Phoebe, am I going to have to fight a vomit monster that was born in the toilet? In the kitchen?"

Phoebe patted Danny's knee with one hand. "Fight? Fwoom? Pleeeeeeeease?"

There was another crash. Danny cringed. So much for being a full adult who was able to take care of a three year old by himself for one night without wrecking the house.

"Daddy?" Phoebe patted his leg again. "Fwoom fwoom? Ghost?"

"Yup," said Danny, scooping her up. "We're going to go fight a ghost."

"Eeeee!" squealed Phoebe in excitement. She waved her teddy bear around, and it hit Danny squarely in the face. "Fwoom fwoom!"

"Fwoom fwoom," agreed Danny. He went ghost, and the rings sweeping over him did indeed make a soft fwoom sound.

Phoebe shrieked and giggled. She couldn't transform on her own yet - something that everyone was glad of - but she had her own ghost form: long hair that always covered her face, eerie, glowing white eyes, and a full set of adult teeth in a mouth that could open much too wide.

She was, by any standards but especially Danny's, extremely cute.

Danny checked to make sure he was holding her securely, then powered up an ectoblast. "Let's show that vomit monster what's what, huh?"

"Whatswah!"

[leighsartworks216]

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dragon!Sylus x blind!oracle!Reader

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This is officially the last chapter I have already written out. And with that comes the tentative warning that updating may take longer because it is literally the final 5-6 weeks of college for me and all of my work is breathing down the back of my neck. I'm gonna do my best to stay consistent, though, cuz I just love them sm and really want to keep sharing these little moments between them 🥺

Warnings: talk of kidnapping, migraines

Word Count: 1,628

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A woman with silver hair. She… removes a sword from someone’s chest? Or does she push it in…? Jewel’s chest… What then? What comes next? It’s all a bit too chaotic. Red and black ash obscure the scene. If you can just make out the shapes then maybe…

“Does it still hurt?”

You’re snapped out of your thoughts. You completely forgot where you were, so distracted with the same prophecy you’ve been seeing every night. “Hm?”

The hard plates of his hand grab yours, pulling it from your neck. “You keep touching your throat.”

“Oh!” You clear your throat, but offer as reassuring of a smile as you can muster. “It’s just a little sore. I’m okay.”

He hums like he doesn’t quite believe you, but releases your hand. Really, it doesn’t hurt as bad as the day before - or even as bad as yesterday. He’d diligently helped replace the bandages and pressed cold cloths to soothe the bruises that formed, but all one could do was let it heal on its own.

You drop your hand to your lap. “Thank you for bringing me out here,” you rasp quietly. You turn your face up to the sky, to the great fire in the heavens that warms your cheeks, sinks under your skin into your bones. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt the sun.”

“That’s my fault,” he says. “I sleep during the day. The light…”

“Hm? What about it?”

He doesn’t speak for a moment, weighing his words. You frown at him. Finally, he mutters, “It hurts my eyes.”

You croak out a laugh. “Is that uncommon for fiends?”

“Perhaps not.”

“You can go inside if it bothers you too much.”

“And risk you falling down the cliff?” He nudges his foot against yours, hanging down over a vast emptiness.

You nudge his foot back. “I’m blind, I’m not stupid.” A comfortable silence blankets over you. You can’t recall the last time you were granted a peaceful quiet like this. In the city, it seemed that everyone wanted to hear your insight at all hours of the day. Their incessant questions, grating on your ears, asking about crop yield and relationships and success. You wonder if the man from days ago was someone you’d given a fortune. You can’t place his voice, not when all you hear is his screams alongside a phantom weight on your throat.

“You’re touching it again.”

You huff, clasping your hands together in your lap. He chuckles. You nod out into the world in front of you. "What does it look like out there?"

He hmphs. His shoulder rises and falls beside you. "The same as it always does."

"And how's that?"

"I'm... not the best person to describe the world to you."

"I'm not asking for you to be the best. And I don't need you to describe it like I'm seeing it for the first time. Just... tell me what you see."

He sighs. You think for a moment he’ll continue to refuse. "Mountains, all around. There are trees, climbing up the sides. A field way out in the distance. The city."

You hum thoughtfully. "Is the market going on today? Is it busy?"

"Yeah. Caravans coming in and out. Banners and flags flying all over. Did you ever go to the market?"

"Not in any official capacity. I was never really allowed to go anywhere." You shoot him a grin, full of mischief. "But I would sneak out, sometimes. I almost got carried away to an alpaca farm once."

He chuckles. "How did you manage that?"

"I was just stumbling through the crowd," you begin. There's a wistfulness to your voice. Longing for a simpler time, while lamenting the isolation of it. "Following the flow of traffic. And I was knocked out of the way, into one of the stalls. The woman that ran it asked if I was alright. When she figured out I was blind, she said I could sit with her in the shade of her booth for a while.

"I sat there for hours. It was... It was like reaching out and touching humanity. She didn't treat me like a delicate flower, or a tool to be used for her own gain. For once in my life, I was just another person.

"Well, turned out she raised alpacas for their wool. She'd shear them, spin it into yarn, and make things with them. All sorts of things - gloves, hats, sweaters, socks. I said I'd never been around an alpaca before. She laughed and said I was sitting right next to one. She took my hand," you hold it out, mimicking the motions, "and guided it over to an alpaca that was laying right beside me that whole time." Your hand falls back into your lap. You clear your throat.

"She said I could ride it, if I wanted. Better yet, I could ride on its back and she could take me back to her farm, introduce me to all of her animals and teach me how to spin yarn like her."

"It sounds like she was trying to kidnap you," he says.

You shake your head. "It wasn't like that. I've... I've never known kidnappers to care whether I trusted them or not. I'm blind - what can I do? It's easier to just take me away without the pretense."

He hums. "So you've been kidnapped before, aside from me?" There's a teasing edge to his voice.

There isn't in yours. "Almost. A few times. People get desperate. They hear that I can tell them their future, tell them what to do, how to be successful, and it goes to their head…

"Anyway, I was riding on the back of the alpaca, just being led in circles while the market was in a lull. One of my caretakers saw me and snatched me away. I had to spend the entire night reciting hymns as punishment."

"They were protecting you."

"They were protecting their assets," you correct him. You gesture behind you where the cave entrance should be. "Imagine someone breaks in and steals your greatest treasure. Even with all that wealth, you can't just let that one thing go. You'd do anything to get it back. And once you have it, you'd do anything to ensure it stays there."

He doesn't deny it. He can't deny it. Already he's killed hundreds of men to protect his hoard, those that come to kill him not included. Of course he'd do just the same thing. He did so recently, just a few days ago. One more body added to the pile to rot in the dark.

"Had you ever been outside the city? Before now, I mean."

You shake your head. "I had no reason to. Have you ever been to the city?”

“I have,” he answers. “I go in brief stints, gathering what I need. Most of your hoard comes from down there.”

You let out a startled laugh and wince. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“I wanted to grab more, but something told me to come back.” His voice takes on a soft, wistful sound. The wind sweeps by. It feels refreshing as it comes down the side of the mountain, cooling your skin from the heat of the sun. You lean toward him slightly. “It was like… a tug, pulling my back here.”

“A tug?”

“Hm. I didn’t understand it, but I trusted my instincts. They’ve kept me alive so far; that must count for something. I flew back up. And I heard you.”

You tilt your head. “What did you hear?”

You feel the weight of his eyes on your face. “I heard you call for me.”

You frown, brows pinching together as you think back to that horrible day. You remember very little of the specifics, truth be told. It’s all a blur of fear and panic. Pain and the certainty that death would claim you. It’s like a feather tickles the back of your brain, urging you to recall more. Jewel pulls your hand from your throat again. He holds it down in your lap.

“It was faint. Barely anything. But I knew it was your voice. That’s how I found you.”

You remember choking. Struggling for air. Darkness… And waking up to Jewel rolling you onto your side so you didn’t continue to choke on blood.

No… There was something else. “I think I was unconscious for a moment…”

He hums. “You didn’t even seem to be alive when I got to you.”

You shudder at the thought and shake your head. “I mean, I think I had another vision of the future.”

“Really? What did you see?”

You strain your mind, stretching it to its furthest to try and draw out any faint detail of the dream. If Astra wanted you to see something, you’d hate to forget and anger him any more than you already have in your time as a Chosen. But all you can make out are glimpses of Jewel’s face. And all you get in turn for it is a migraine.

You wince sharply and wobble where you sit, teetering to the side as you hold your head in your free hand. Jewel grabs onto your arm to steady you, pulling you away from the cliff. You shake your head, but it only worsens the lightheadedness behind your eyes. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t push it.” The dirt shifts under him as he shifts to get up. An arm wraps around your waist to keep you from sliding forward, and lifts you carefully to your feet. He turns you around and walks you back inside. Shadows slide over your body, blanketing over the lingering heat clinging to your skin. “I’ve had enough of the sun.”

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[reallyromealone]

May I request Leona K. x male reader? Reader is like Isabella Madrigal from Encanto. He is florokinetic, is beautiful and graceful in every way, and has a sass streak. Maybe just enemies to lovers? Thank you, and take your time!

Title: careful it's carnivorous

Pairing: Leona kingscholar x reader

Fandom: twisted wonderland

Warnings:

Notes:

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

Flowers.

Everywhere.

God Leona hated spring, it was when his least favorite classmate was fully... Himself.

Everyone knew (name), his floral magic was like nothing anyone had seen before and annoyingly perfect as he provided professor Crewel a flower he needed through magic.

"We will be pairing our all in groups of two, the names for each group are on the chart by the door" Crewel said simply as the class ended, each student going to check theit name on the list before leaving "oh you have to be kidding" (name) grumbled as he looked at the chart, his name was right beside the most insufferable person at this schools, Leona Kingscholar. "You better pull your weight!" (Name) seethed and Leona rolled his eyes "why don't you stop telling me what to do?" He drawled out with a catty smile, (name) fuming before storming off.

Leona grumbled as he walked into the greenhouse, (name) already gone to work at collecting things "couldn't you just magic the supplies? Or is your magic just good for making flowers" Leona said mockingly and (name) rolled his eyes "it would be unfair of us to do that, I'm not gonna cheat my way through this" now it was Leona's turn to roll his eyes as he looked at (name) "what are we even doing?"

"Luck potion" an extremely difficult potion, one mistake and they wouldn't even remotely have time to make a new one with its fermenting process.

"You think we can handle that?"

"If you stop lazing around, we absolutely could" (name) was self-assured, as always and Leona scoffed at him "god you're insufferable"

"I can't, I'm sorry" (name) said over the phone, it was known in the Pomefiore dorm that (name) had a complex relationship with his family, especially his grandmother who treated him like a trophy of sorts "I-im sorry, I have too many commitments here"

Another engagement offer.

He wasn't some bargaining chip.

After phone calls, he often found himself sitting in the greenhouse alone, frustration and hurt seeped through him as he let his composure slip, god he was just so done.

Being the eldest of seven, the responsibilities fell on him aways and he knew he made his grandma upset when he chose night ravens college over royal swords academy but he did it because he wanted this school, it had what he wanted.

Leona sighed as he walked through the halls of the academy, doing the patrols before bed when he saw a familiar figure walk towards the greenhouse "oh?" Well tonight was sure interesting to say the least, after all... "Wow, the perfect one breaking a rule? Isn't this funny" (name) turned to see Leona smirk down at him "just... Shut up" (name) whispered as he stood up "you can be cocky and shit but just... Shut up for once" (name) whispered as vines grew around the garden "can't you just leave me alone for once?"

"Wow, wheres the bite you usually have? Come on, pretty boy" Leona taunted and (name) felt his patience wear thin "can you just fuck off!" He yelled as cacti grew around them, the two stunned "you can grow those?"

"Apparently I can" (name)s grandmother always told him he could only grow flowers... "So why are you out here, little Mr. Perfect?" (Name)s mood shifted as he glared at him "oh shut up, you lazy ass!" He spat back and Leona grinned, there was the snarky flower boy he knew and hated "god you can't shit your trap! God if you could use that energy for being a shit maybe use it for our project!"

"And maybe you could stop being so annoying for once and I would actually want to do it!"

"Asshole!"

"Priss!"

And somehow, (name)s foul mood about his grandmother was gone as the two argued down the ball and a tiny cactus with two flowers on it sat in the greenhouse.

The following day, Leona grumbled as he felt vines grab his ankle "hurry up before I drag you!" (Name) said as he strutted down the hall, looking flawless as Leona glared but followed, other students admiring (name) as he passed and bloomed flower crowns on each of their heads.

"(Name)" malleus said softly, staring down (name) as he and Ace were leaving the lab "Malleus" (name) said coldly, leaning back when malleus got closer "absolutely not, we are not doing this again" (name) glared and waved a bunch of flowers at his face as he and Leona went into the lab, locking the door behind them "I know he's insufferable but what was that about?" Leona stretched and (name) rolled his eyes, taking out their supplies from the small lockers they reserved.

"My grandmother tried to have me engaged to him, malleus was all for it but I said no because god if I have to hear about gargoyles one more time..."

"He never shuts up about them, also how is it I manage to show up to things before him!" Leona fired back as they started the project, both talking heatedly about the fae prince.

It was the first time they agreed on something.

After that, their conversations were less hostile and Leona actually found himself enjoying (name)s company.

(Name) walked into the greenhouse later in the afternoon and saw Leona sleeping in a sun beam, rolling his eyes at this (name) grabbed a notebook he forgotten and went to walk out but before he did... "He's sleeping, he won't know" and like that a leaf grew right where the sun was hitting his eyes.

Only Leona was awake and was smirking as (name) clicked the door shut.

After that, working with (name) was far more tolerable, the two actually not going at each other much to everyones surprise and when something strange happens... Rumors start.

"Apparently, you and I are engaged because you blackmailed my family" (name) teased as he looked over the sleeping hybrid "really? I heard we had a passionate makeout session after you confessed to me with a bouquet of roses" Leona said back and the two chuckled at the nonsense that their classmates came up with as they focused on their work-- well (name) did, Leona relaxed in the corner.

Then his phone went off.

Again

And again

"Hello grandma, yes I did hear--- well I am not interested in him! So I'm not marrying him! I don't care if he's a good connection!" (Name) angrily hung up And Leona raised an eyebrow "she sounds like a bitch" Leona said simply and (name) sighed "she isn't the best" (name) mumbled "she wants me to marry someone so she can get up in the social latter... But I would rather eat glass then be with the people she offered me to"

"Who would you want?"

"Someone who isn't pretentious, not going to put me in a box and doesn't make me act perfect"

"Act?"

"You think I want to be like this? Perfect? Unable to make a mistake?"

He just wanted to garden.

And that is when Leona fell.

(Name) was awkward after the project finished, looking over at Leona who was about to fall asleep but took notice of (name)s slight deflation "come on rabbit food" Leona grumbled as he dragged a confused (name) "where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it princess" (name) looked offended at the nickname, he was a prince at least!

And that's when it happened, in a forgotten corner of the school.

A kiss.

"Still think you're an ass"

[candyswirls]

All the now children primarchs have discovered the wonders of minecraft.The Emperor being now forced to be the moderator and peacemarker after six differents fight involving buildings being destroyed , the ownerships of the wolves and the distribuation of the ore.

Okay, for context: since there's 18 of them, I think they'd have a room set up with a screen for each of them to use, and they'd play on a server together. So big E can see all their screens at once, too.

He wished Malcador had not brought the game up from the vaults.

Leman and Magnus had gotten into a screaming match over who the dog belonged to. Perturabo was raging over his base, getting blown up with TNT. He insisted it was Dorn.

Corvus was guarding the chests Vulkan used so others wouldn't steal his hard earned ore.

Fulgrim and Lorgar were trying to stop Konrad from killing any villagers he found. Lion would hunt his brothers down.

He had warned them that if this continued, he would ground them and take away the server.

He finally realized he'd have to teach them how with the final straw.

Angron came into his office, bawling. His brothers were constantly "griefing" his house and making fun of it. In a rage, he'd thrown and broken his controller. After that, he burst into tears and came running.

The emperor picked him up and headed to the game room.

Angron hadn't calmed down, "I-I-I like building wi-with dirt! I like the-the grass, and I w-w-wan-wanted to plant flo-owers on top of it! But-but they keep des-destroying it and calling it a-a-a t-toilet house!!"

He rubbed his sons back, "I won't let them do that anymore. You'll get your garden house."

When he entered the room, Roboute was yelling as Omegon lit his house on fire. Mortarion was being mobbed and killed from his spawn point over and over again by Horus and Sanguinius. Something about their cows.

"Enough," the Emperor said. "Sit down, all of you."

It grew silent, and they did so.

"I am taking away the game," he informed then.

Ferrus folded his arms and folded in on himself. Vulkan started to cry.

"Unless you can show me you can be kind and work together," he finished. "I am going to stay in here as you learn. There will be no griefing. No stealing. No killing. No, making fun of each other. You are better than this."

Shame covered their faces.

"Where is Angron's controller?"

Lorgar spoke up, "It's broken. He can use mine. I like the keyboard better."

The emperor wiped Angron's cheeks and set him down. Lorgar hugged his brother and gave him the controller.

It was dead silent as he sat down and they played.

"Corvus, come to the nether with me," Vulkan said excitedly. "You don't need to guard the chests anymore."

"But they might still come take it," Corvus said.

"I am watching," the emperor told his sons.

Lorgar asked, "Can I come?"

"Yeah!"

"I have too much stone," Fulgrim announced.

Dorn said he'd take it.

Konrad was diving into water and looking for drowned to take out.

"A wolf!" Leman yelled. "I need bones!"

"I'm coming," Mortarion said.

Angron had stopped sniffling and had a pleasant smile on his face as he collected various flowers.

"Jaghatai, where are you?" Alpharius questioned. "Are you lost?"

"Look up," The Khan replied.

Alpharius moved the camera to see his brother in the trees above him.

"Oh," he said.

"Help me get apples," Jagh requested. "There's a herd nearby."

Lion and Horus were competing on who could kill the most monsters.

Sanguinius was building rafters when he fell off and into the ravine he was next to.

He sighed as he respawned.

Roboute helped Dorn with his fortress. Ferrus was mining for Perturabo. Fulgrim was building with Redstone.

"What's this thing?" Lorgar asked.

"No, dont!" Vulkan yelled.

Lorgar had piglins on his screen and hit one. He began screaming as all the piglins began attacking him.

"They're killing me! They're killing me!" He yelled.

"Don't fight back!" Vulkan insisted. "Hit one, and they all come after you! Let yourself die, and we'll get your stuff - no, no, no, no!"

Lorgar ran and fell off the ledge unto the lava below.

"We can't get your stuff now," Corvus told him.

Lorgar was mostly in shock at what had just happened.

"Father, come see my house!" Angron called out.

The Emperor stood and came over to Angron's screen. His dirt house was built into a hill. Flowers and a few other plants covered it.

"I used bone powder to make them grow faster!" Angron explained. "Isn't it pretty?"

"It is," smiled the emperor.

[norrisluv]

RACE WINNER - LANDO NORRIS

summary: You tell your boyfriend you're pregnant warnings: pregnancy and fluff

I've been carrying the pregnancy test around with me, waiting for the best moment to tell him. I've been hiding my pregnancy from Lando for two weeks so that it would be the perfect moment, but no moment ever seems perfect.

We were in Miami for another race. I smile at Lando as he gets dressed for the race that starts in half an hour.

"You're looking at me again"

I come out of my thoughts when I hear Lando's voice next to me

"I'm sorry, but you look very handsome in your racing suit"

He smiles at me and leaves a kiss on my lips. 

"I have to go to the track now, but I love you.

I smile as he starts to leave the McLaren garage

"I love you too"

It was the 55th lap and I'd been on my feet since lap 37. Lando was leading the Miami Grand Prix, always increasing the gap between him and Max. 

"He'll make it," I whisper to myself

One of the engineers looks at me smiling

"We don't know yet"

"But he'll do it, I believe in him"

I felt my heart beat faster when Zak told me that Lando was entering the last lap. In the last few seconds of the race, my eyes were already watering and when Lando finally passes the checkered flag, I fall back in my chair crying.

"Hey, come on! Let's celebrate with Lando"

The people from the McLaren start celebrating and running towards where Lando was going to park. I quickly go to my bag and take out the positive pregnancy test without anyone noticing. I hold it tightly in my hand, trying to hide it. 

When we finally reach the bars, I see Lando take off his helmet and run over to his team, jumping in. I start laughing with a few tears in my eyes as he celebrates.

After hugging a few teammates and Zak, he comes over to me, hugging and kissing me

"You did it, baby" I whisper in his ear and he lets out a laugh

"I did it. I couldn't have done it without you."

When he moves away a bit to go to the interviews, I take his hand and hold up my hand with the pregnancy test. He looks at me confused but then looks at my hand. He takes the test and I see more tears forming in his eyes

"What?"

I nod once

"Are you..."

I nod a second time

"Oh my God"

He hugs me again and picks me up, spinning me around in the air, while I hear people shouting and smiling

"This is the best day ever, I'm going to be a father"

He pulls away from me a little and walks over to Oscar, showing him the test. Oscar opens his mouth in surprise and looks at me. I smile at him and he smiles back at me, then congratulates Lando.

Then Lando runs to Carlos

"Is he going to tell everyone?" I looked at Zak who was also looking at Lando smiling

"He's happy and excited"

Carlos hugs Lando and congratulates him too. 

As Lando heads towards the interviews, he still has the test in his hand.

"Oh my God" I let out a sigh as Lando smiles at the camera

"Hello Lando! Congratulations on your first Formula 1 win, how are you feeling - Oh, what's that in your hand?"

The camera pans down a little and Lando smiles wider, looking slightly at me

"I'm feeling great! It's a very special day, of course. I won my first race in Formula 1, but that's not all. The most special thing is that I found out my girlfriend is pregnant and...wow. This day couldn't be better"

I smile, listening to Lando's interview in the distance. Suddenly I hear my cell phone ringing and see that it's Lando's sisters and my sister.

"So you told him? How did he react?" my sister asks and I can hear the laughter of Lando's sisters on the other call

"Of course she didn't, at this rate Lando won't know until she's giving birth - AH Cisca!"

I let out a laugh at Flo's comment and look back at Lando who is now heading for the podium.

"No Flo, I told him. And I couldn't be happier"

[opheliachoii]

Troublemaker 𖠌

FEATURING : Kunigami Rensuke, Chigiri Hyoma, Barou Shoei, Oliver Aiku, and Itoshi Rin

ABOUT : You were the type of partner who was so sweet and delicate at first, but as time goes by, your personality soon bursted into true colors, in which they had to handle your irresistible behavior.

note : there are more bllk characters in this au, I'm excited for you guys to read! Enjoy!

ᐕ Kunigami Rensuke

— You were jumping on your seat as you saw your boyfriend Kunigami had scored a goal for the team again "THAT'S MY MAN Y'ALL! THAT'S. MY. MAN!" You screamed "Damn woman- can you get down from your seat?" An old man who was sitting next to you had scolded you "Uh- can't I just be proud of my boyfriend down there?"

The old man found it quite disrespectful, so he grabbed his cane and points it at you "One more word woman!" You were flabbergasted, "Chill, if you can't handle me as your seatmate then I'm finding another spot to sit" You walked out feeling pissed.

"I LOVE YOU KUNIGAMI!!!" A couple of girls screamed. Your head slowly turned to them, "Oh, fuck you." You went to them and started to pull one of the girl's hair "HEY! What was that for?!" "That's for saying I love you to Kunigami" You rolled your eyes as you were about to walk away from them, she pulled your hair back as revenge.

"BITCH?" You suddenly felt the urge to start a fight, so you did.

Your fight with the girls caught half of the crowds attention, but then Kunigami scored again, which meant they won. You released the girl and screamed "THAT'S MY BABY!!" The girls' faces were pissed "What are you? His girlfriend? Tsk-" You sassily turned to them and answered "You got that right, now well if you excuse me, I'm going to him right now." Suddenly the girls ran "Not until we get there first" You were so irritated by them that you played along with them.

"Great. First the old man, now these pick-me wannabes"

As Kunigami was celebrating with his team, Isagi noticed a couple of girls running towards his direction "Uh- Kuni- some ladies are heading your way-"

"What- huh? WOAH!" The girls squealed "KUNIGAMI RENSUKE WE LOVE YOU! YOU DID GREAT!" The girls squealed "Uh- thanks? One at a time ladies-" He tried to control the girls not until he saw you approaching flaming with anger.

"Baby!" Kunigami called out and approached you "Baby?" The girls questioned, but soon dropped their jaws as they saw who Kunigami was referring to "I hate those girls so much, it ruined my day." You said as Kunigami carried you with one arm "Ahh, those girls? Why?" He laughed "What's so funny?! An old man hated me as his seatmate, then I heard these girls screaming your name and saying I love you?!! How can you not be displeased?!"

He suddenly kissed your cheek "Oh baby, how can I ever tolerate your 'warfreak' attitude? Hmm?"

"Heh-"

ᐕ Chigiri Hyoma

— You and Chigiri were having a day-off in your apartment, you wanted to do your skincare routine for the night, but you realized that most of your products had ran out. "Tch- how am I supposed to do skin care now?" You thought for a moment, then soon checked Chigiri, who was peacefully blow drying his red silky hair.

You were contemplating on using his products instead, since you two use the same product brand. "He wouldn't mind right?"

— Timeskip —

As Chigiri finally finished blow drying his hair, he noticed silence in the atmosphere "Honey?" There was no response, he called again "Honey? Angel my love" Still no response, he soon furrowed his brows "Where the heck is this girl?" He soon search the living room, then the kitchen, the balcony, and the bedroom, as he was about to leave the bedroom, he soon heard some music from the bathroom.

As he slowly opened the bathroom door, there he saw you singing along with the bluetooth speaker while using his skin care.

"Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one! But girls, they wanna have fu-hun~ Oh girls just wanna have—"

You paused as you startled yourself from seeing Chigiri leaning against the door frame "I've been calling you Honey, you wouldn't respond, and- is that my cosmetics?" You soon felt guilty and your eyes widen as you tried to hide the products "Uh- what products—?" Chigiri game himself a face palm "Honey, you know I wouldn't mind you using my cosmetics right? Just ask next time okay? And do tell me so I could do night routines with you" He frowned.

"Sorry Honey, I ran out of skin care and it was way too late to go out and buy new stocks, so I used yours instead.. Sorry.."

"Goodness, how can I ever handle you, you cheeky girl~" He pinched your cheek filled with cream "Let me join" You two soon sang along with the song while doing skin care.

The night was indeed fun, cause you have a boyfriend who can do things with you, even if you were quite the cheeky type of girl.

ᐕ Barou Shoei

— While you were gone for your business trip, Barou was left alone in the apartment, he missed you, a lot. He couldn't contact you because the place you went had no signal, so the lease he could do to satisfy his boredom was to clean.

He tied his long hair, he couldn't gel up his hair at the moment because he was too excited to clean the place.

He grabbed his apron and soon started cleaning from top to bottom.

While he was cleaning, he played the playlist you made for him on Spotify "She's right, these songs to make cleaning more fun... I miss her more now." He sighed but continues his cleaning session.

Two hours passed since he nearly finishes cleaning the place, he made sure when you get home, the atmosphere would be squeaky clean. He soon receives a messaged from you, updating that you would be home in a while.

My Queen <3 : [ Heu ny kinh Im on mt wsy homw hihe ]

He noticed the way you type, it seemed she you tipsy, but he just shrugged it out because he was more excited of you coming home "Finally, my queen is coming home" He said with relief.

— Timeskip —

He patiently sat in the couch, tapping his fingers on the arm of the couch. It was already dim outside, he started to overthink that something might've happened to you on your way home.

But then you heard keys from outside, unlocking the front door, but it seemed you were struggling in inserting the key in the doorknob, he was about to open the door but you opened first "My queen! Welcome hom—" He noticed you looking dizzy "Bed.. I need bed.." You went in with muddy shoes, which made Barou gasped in despair "I just mopped the floor!!"

You cared less as you went to the bedroom dropping all your bags and taking off your muddy shoes and plopped into bed. While you were finally peacefully sleeping, Barou seemed pissed. "I missed you a lot and this is how I am welcomed? I even cleaned the house" He cried.

As he was picking up your stuff he glanced at you, even though you look like a mess, he found you so beautiful, he simply sighed.

"How can I stay mad at this beautiful queen of mine.." He decided to sleep next to you.

Now the two of you were now peacefully sleeping, satisfied from the days you two haven't been together.

ᐕ Oliver Aiku

— Aiku was the type of guy to be a bit too friendly towards other girls, which bothered you, because you were the type to be intimate, and what's yours, will be only yours. That includes your boyfriend, Aiku.

There was one time you had enough because you and Aiku went to a beach party, Sendou was hosting. Aiku was talking to three girls, and he seemed to be entertained and having some fun.

"So that's how it is huh?" You mumbled.

So what you did, you went to Sendou and told him about your plan. Sendou immediately agreed.

The party soon became a disco session, Aiku started looking for you cause he wanted to dance with you, but you seemed to be out of sight.

He passed through the crowd looking for you, it was an advantage of him because he was a tall man. He soon saw you dancing with Sendou, he felt like his heart was pounding, not out of love, but out of prompt, he hated seeing you dancing with another dude, you soon stepped on the long table amd continued dancing so sexily.

"Fuck, what's up with this woman?!" Aiku quickly approached you.

"Hey, I think it's working" Sendou stated "He's coming over" He added, your eyes soon landed on an envious Aiku approaching, you simply smirked.

You continued your plan, you were about to offer your hand towards Sendou, Aiku grabbed first. "Get down mi amor, you might hurt yourself." He spoke with concern in his tone.

"But I wanna dance!" You whined.

"You stubborn girl, you won't listen to me?" He soon grabbed your waist and carried you down back to the ground, you were easy to scoop because Aiku was your 'big boy' type of boyfriend. "Put me down!!"

"You wouldn't listen to me. Now dance with me, why would you dance with Sendou and not me?" He asked "Well you were having fun with other girls, then why can't I?"

Sendou slowly went out of the scene, leaving you two.

He soon kissed you, "That's proof that you are mine. Yeah sure, I talk to other girls, but you're MY girl" You rolled your eyes.

"Red flag energy." You snobbed "I know you still love me~" He teased.

The lights were too colorful but you could see his face clearly "I know I do, I just don't like sharing what's mine" "Oh? Is my chiquita jealous?" You rolled your eyes and walked out.

"Gosh, she's so stubborn. I love it"

ᐕ Itoshi Rin

— You were the type who would be cheeky and whines a lot, and clumsy too.

There were lots of times where Rin had to defend you, follow your trail just in case you would do something stupid, and fix all this you caused because of your clumsiness.

But there was one time where Rin bursted when you were in his soccer match. You were left inside the stadium because Rin told you to grab something from his locker, but it seems you couldn't tell which was his locker because there wasn't a name on it and all the lockers looked the same.

"Shit- which one is his locker?! I'm gonna miss his game-" You overheard the crowd cheering. You simply sighed, but you didn't want to disappoint Rin, so you proceeded in finding Rin's closet.

— Timeskip —

The game finally ended, and Rin's team won, but he noticed you weren't in the crowd, he sighed because he knew where to find you.

He soon went into the locker room, and his jaw dropped "Love?! Seriously— why are you crying?"

"I finally found your locker but I missed your game" You sobbed. "Oh my love" He sighed "Look at the mess you made, the boys will be pissed about this" He coldly said "I-I'm sorry.." You two soon cleaned the locker room.

The timing where you two finished cleaning and arranging all the lockers, the boys went in and saw you two "If it isn't the lovebirds, what are you two doing in here hmm~?" Bachira teased "Nothing!" You defended "It's none of your business you lukewarm head." Rin coldly spoke as he dragged you out of the room.

"Rude much-" Reo stated.

As you two were now outside, "I'm sorry... I keep messing things up.. I'm too clumsy, too sensitive, too dumb, too—" You paused as Rin kissed you out of nowhere.

"Continue speaking, I'll be biting those lips twice." You went silent. "Yes, you're all that. But that what makes you unique" He added.

"Sure I had been defending and cleaning up the messes you make, but I can tolerate you. No one else can, but me." You soon felt emotional and cried.

"Rin.. I'm so lucky to have you" You hugged him "Even though you're airy.. But I love my man nonchalant" You chuckled. He kissed you again "That's for accusing me being airy" You pressed your lips.

"Only I can handle a troublemaker like you."

End

[ovrour]

❝THOUGHT THAT I WAS DREAMIN’ WHEN YOU SAID YOU LOVE ME❞➝ CHRIS STURNIOLO

“He’s just a beautiful boy, with a beautiful soul. and I love him.”

Pair; Chris sturniolo x f!reader (best friends to lovers)

genre:fluff

cw; none.

a/n: This is part 2 of “tell your baby, that im your baby.” you can find part one here! with much love, alondra💋.

You felt better.

finally, after months of crying and not sleeping.

You’d gotten over Matt, you were hanging out with Chris alot more.

you finally felt happy.

“y/n, you did so good!” Chris hugged you. “Oh, thank you!” you smiled, hugging him back. You had just finished your scene on set filming your new movie. “Thank you for being here Chris.” You spoke, pulling away from him. “Of course, pretty girl you know I'm always happy to watch you on set.” He kissed your forehead. A pink/reddish tint started to appear across your cheeks. “How about we go get some food, hm?” Chris suggested. “yeah, I would like that.” you responded. “Just let me get my stuff, yeah?” he nodded, you walked towards the back of the set.

Walking back you thought about how Matt and Flo were going. Ever since Matt had confronted you, you haven’t heard from him. In all honesty, you didn’t really care. you were over him, and had feelings for someone else. someone better. someone who saw you as a gift made from god. He appreciates you, and loves you like no one ever has. and you were so grateful for that. With him, you felt happy, like you could talk for hours on end without him getting bored. Chris made you feel like no one ever has.

“Alright, I'm ready.” You spoke, walking towards chris. “Alright, c’mon.” He smiled at you before taking you hand in hand. His hands were soft and delicate. like they were meant to be, and you wouldn't have it any other way. “Where do you wanna go to eat?” Chris hopped in the Driver's seat. “Well, I was thinking we could just go get something and head home, that way we can watch a movie and eat together.” You responded, looking at him. “Of course, we can do that.” He replied, turning on the car and putting it in reverse.

Eventually, you two got food and headed back home. You were exhausted from having to film all day. You were glad you didn’t have to travel much due to you being based in LA. Which, you weren't complaining about at all. That meant you had time to spend with Nick and Chris. especially with chris. Ever since your situation with Matt, Chris has always been there for you. The nights you cried, had nightmares, or just wanted to be in his presence. Chris really didn’t care, as long as it meant he could be with you all the time.

you kicked your shoes off and plopped down onto the couch. Chris doing the same. “Alright, what do you want to watch?” Chris picked up the TV remote to turn it on. “How about inside out?” Yes asked. “Again?” He chuckled. Everytime he asked you what movie to watch, you would always Inside out. Maybe, it’s because you could relate to Riley. Who knows, but you really loved that movie. “Yes! you know i love that movie, god i can't wait to go watch inside out 2.” You remarked. Chris clicked on the movie and it began to play. you scooted closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder. These types of moments were your favorite. Where it was just you and Chris together, watching movies, eating, and gossiping.

Chris looked over at you, noticing that you were asleep. He paused the movie, standing up to pick you up. That’s when you stirred awake. “mm, did i miss the movie?” you whispered. “Shh, you just fell asleep sweet girl.” Chris responded, walking up the stairs up to his room. “mm.” you hummed, falling back asleep. Chris set you down on his bed, walking over to where some of your pajamas that you left in his room were. He walked back, your pajamas in hand. He carefully undressed you, putting on your pajamas. He covered you up in his blankets, before settling in the bed next to you.

Chris turned off the light, turning to kiss your forehead. “Goodnight sweet girl.” He whispered, falling asleep under the blankets. If he could have it this way, where he’d sleep next to you. He would do it in a heartbeat.

The next morning you woke up, only to realize you were sleeping in Chris’ bed. You slipped on one of his hoodies, walking out of his room, closing the door behind you. “There she is. Good Morning sleeping beauty.” Nick spoke, walking to give you a hug. “What time is it?” you groaned, still getting adjusted to the light. “It’s 2 in the afternoon missy.” Chris laughed, going in to hug you as well, kissing your forehead.

“God, I really need to start sleeping earlier.” you sighed, grabbing a piece of bacon. “Ah, ah, ah. Those are for when all the food is done.” Chris stated. you just laughed, rolling your eyes. God, he loved hearing your laugh. It made his heart flutter, and fill with enjoyment. Chris wanted to hear your laugh on a daily basis. He loved making you laugh, it was something he enjoyed.

When breakfast was served, everyone sat at the table discussing their plans for the day. “y/n?” Nick spoke, looking up at you. “Yes nick?” you responded, biting your bacon. “Would you like to join our podcast episode since Matt isn’t here?” Nick asked, going back to eating his food. “Yes, I would love to!” You smiled. you’d never been on one of their podcast episodes. Sure, you’d been talked about or mentioned but never actually been in one. So, you took the opportunity.

“Alright, well we’re all going to get ready. you should too.” Chris Responded. you nodded, standing to wash your dish.

If Chris had to be honest, he’s extremely excited to have you on the podcast. He loved to talk about you on the podcast anytime someone asked or brought you up. He could talk about you for hours, but nobody needed to know that because they already knew he could. Nick knew Chris liked you before Chris even knew. Nick could read him like an open book.

Chris watched as you walked up to your room, knowing you were about to get ready. “We should probably start getting ready too.” Nick spoke, walking towards the stairs. Chris just nodded, doing the same.

He made it up to his room, choosing out an outfit. Since it was chilly outside and they were going to drive to the studio he chose to wear a black sweater, camo cargos, and his Air Force ones. He finished getting ready, walking out his room. Chris spotted Nick waiting on the couch, he sat next to him.

“So…you and y/n?” Nick started. “hm? What about us?” Chris questioned. “You like her?” Nick asked, staring at Chris. “U-uh i don't know what you're talking about.” Chris stammered, a red tint across his cheeks. “Chris it’s obvious you like her.” Nick chuckled. “I mean, I do but she just got over Matt. I want to ask her out so bad, but I want to give her space. You know, respect her boundaries. Plus, I don't even think she likes me.” Chris responded.

“Chris, are you slow?”

“What?”

“You can tell she likes you.”

“Why don't you just ask her?”

You interrupted them, as you walked over to them. “Ask me what?” you questioned, going to grab your shoes. Chris was quick to respond, “Nothing.”

It caught you off guard but you didn't think much of it. You kind of just shrugged it off. “Alright, are you guys ready to go?” You asked, grabbing your car keys. They both nodded, grabbing their phones before walking out the door. You were the last one to walk out which meant it’d take you a minute to get to the car. So, Nick took the opportunity to ask Chris a question. “Chris, why don't you just ask her out?”

“I don’t know nick. Do you think i should?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. You guys would be adorable.”

“Maybe I'll ask her later.”

They heard you opening the Driver side door. You hopped in, Turning on the car. “alright, we good?”

They both reassured you, “Yup.”

The whole drive to the studio was filled with laughter, jokes, gossip, and Nick screaming of course. You could never not have that. You loved when it was just you and your friends. They were your home, your safe space. That’s something you were never willing to sacrifice. never.

Eventually, you made it to the studio. you turned off the car, and hopped out. you unlocked the doors and walked in, Nick and Chris following behind. “I’m going to go setup, i’ll be right back. you two can wait here.” Nick spoke, walking towards the podcast room. You and Chris nodded.

If Chris had to be honest, he was getting nervous. This was his time to ask you the question. His palms were getting sweaty, he felt hot. He’s scared that if he asked you out, you would say no and that you felt a different way. Chris didn’t really want to ask you out, if it meant it was going to ruin the friendship. But, what was the worst thing you could say? No.

“Y/n…” Chris said in a nervous tone. You turned to look at him, “Yes Chris?” “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” you asked, a sound of anxiousness could be heard in your voice. “I…I wanted to ask if…” He stammered. Chris couldn’t seem to finish his sentence. He was way too nervous to ask, afraid of what you were going to say. He just stared at you, he felt like kissing you right in that moment. You started to lean into him, the urge to kiss him in the moment grew stronger and stronger. You couldn’t wait any longer. you placed your hands on both of his cheeks, your lips touching. Chris leaned in, placing his lips on yours. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Chris was kissing the girl he’d liked for years. He was nervous but he wasn’t scared to ask anymore.

Chris whined as you pulled away from his Kiss. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. “what did you want to ask?” you sighed, smiling at him in the process. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” He muttered softly. “Yes chris, yes i’ll be your girlfriend!” You shouted, kissing him all over his face, and eventually his lips.

His lips were soft, and juicy. When you kissed him, it felt like they were meant to be kissed by one another. Butterflies started to develop in your tummy, the boy you caught feelings for months prior finally asked you out. you were extremely happy. Chris treated you like a queen, the way you deserved. He gave you the love you deserved.

“C’mon we have a podcast episode to get too.” He stood, holding his hand out for you to grab. You held his hand, walking with him to the podcast room. “There you two are, come sit.” Nick spoke.

you two sat in your designated spot, Nick recording on the camera. “Good morning campers, Welcome back to the cut the camera’s podcast. I’m Nicolas sturniolo.”

“I’m Chris.”

“and i’m y/n”

“Matt couldn’t make it today as he was too busy with his lady.” Nick spoke. “This is our cut the camera’s podcast. Today we’re going to be talking about how we came to meet y/n. I feel like that’s the most asked question just because we talk about her so much. Even though she’s never been in one of our episodes, so I feel like she can tell her part now that she’s here.” Nick Explained.

“I’m gonna have to agree on that too. I feel like we talk about her so much that it’s really difficult to even talk about anything else.” Chris commented, bringing the Mic closer to his mouth.

To say the least you were very nervous to speak, but you thought this would be fun. To talk about how you came about to meet them.

“So, y/n i would like for you to start us off. How has life been?” Nick asked, looking at you. “Life’s been great. I’ve been really happy recently. um, i also just got into a relationship not too long ago. He’s a great person, and he sees me as more than just a fling. I’ve been filming for my new movie too. I mean really, life’s just been great.” You explained, smiling at chris.

Nick noticed this, he wasn’t slow. He could see right through you and Chris. That's when he asked Chris, “How about you Chris? How’s life.”

“It’s good. I recently just got into a relationship as well with a gorgeous girl. I mean, she’s beautiful. There’s no one else I could ever ask for. She’s great.” Chris Rambled, smiling the whole time. He was so happy he could finally tell the world he was someone.

“Well, I'm so happy for you both. I also wanted to point out to the viewers that no, y/n and matt aren’t dating anymore. It was never public but, I thought that maybe I should've told you guys that before all our fans went out of their way to speak on that.” Nick Explained. He didn’t want the fans to go out their way to personally text you and ask.

“So, y/n everyone wants to know how we met. I think that’s definitely our most asked question.” Chris mentioned. “Oh yeah, I met all the triplets back when I was acting for a movie in LA while I was in elementary school. I would invite them to watch me on set, and since then we’ve really just hung out everyday after that.” You explained. It was hard to focus since you talked a lot with your hands out of nervousness. but, you tried your best.

The rest of the podcast you guys just talked about life, what it’s like being content creators, and you being an actress. You liked being a part of the podcast, it gave you the opportunity to talk about life, and how it was. You liked talking about other things amongst your friends.

Chris was barely paying attention the whole time, listening to your laughs and smiling at you. He loved you. He loved the way that you talked about certain things, your laugh, just you in general. Now, he could finally call you his, and that's all he’d ever wanted. Was to call you his.

“Alright, I have a question for you y/n.” Chris stated. you hummed, waiting for him to ask you, smiling at him. “If you could describe the boy you’re dating, how would you?” Chris asked, a red tint appearing across his cheeks. He was so in love with you, and he hoped you knew that. He was going to love you forever, no matter what.

“He’s just a beautiful boy, with a beautiful soul. and i love him.”

a/n: this only took a day because i didn’t get writers block this timeee, anyways i hope you enjoy part 2, lmk if you want another parttt

with lots of love, Alondra💋

taglisttt!!

@bernardsbendystraws @inkyray @soupuurr @sturnthepot @sturniolosarethebest @chrisgetsmewet @flouvela @luvs4matt @christophersgf @nickgetsmewetter @watercolorskyy (if i forgot anyone pls lmkk)

[theladycarpathia]

Billy’s not expecting the call from his dad.

“Billy?” Hop sounds distant, the faint sound of an idling engine in the background. Billy blinks, because his dad is at work and as far as Billy knows that usually means sitting behind a desk at the station and arguing with Flo.

“Don’t you have paperwork to be doing?” Billy says and Hopper snorts. There’s the sound of background traffic that’s then shut out by the clang of a car door.

“Don’t give me cheek, I am still the chief,” Hopper says as though that means anything in a small town where the most crime that they get is some drunk idiot attempting to rob the gas station.

“Yes, sir,” Billy quips and changes the channel. No one else is home and he’s bored. Jon and Joyce are still at work, and El and Will are doing weird nerd activities. The diner didn’t have a shift for him today and he doesn’t have a date, so he came home. He’d half expected someone to be here, instead of getting stuck with a protein bar and old reruns.

“That’s more like it,” Hopper says and then clears his throat awkwardly. “I was just wondering…are you definitely single?”

“Dad,” Billy says, attention now fully away from the TV set. Hop’s called him before, to ask him shit like do they need milk and to take the trash out. He doesn't call to talk about Billy's love life. They never talk about that, not after that time Hopper came in his room without knocking. “What is your next question, because this could make the next family dinner a little uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be a dick,” Hopper gripes. There’s the sudden cackle of laughter in the background and Billy sits up.

“Are you with someone?” he asks and then sucks in a breath at the implications. “Did you put me on speaker?”

“I may have done,” Hopper says, sounding sheepish. “I just picked up a young man outside the movie theatre and he’s about your age…”

“I’m nineteen!” the mystery guy hollers from the backseat. Hopper keeps talking like the guy hadn’t spoken.

“I don’t know, I just thought he was your type.”

Billy presses a hand to his temple, unable to believe that his dad has just said those words. “What’s my type?” he asks, wondering if he’s going to combust right here and now. Hopper makes that little awkward throat clearing again, like he can’t believe the situation either.

“You know,” he says stiffly. “Sort of…pretty.”

Oh God. Billy can never look Hopper in the eye again.

“You think I’m pretty?” the guy asks curiously, and Billy can’t blame him for sounding a bit weirded out.

“I think you look like a lot of the doe-eyed pretty-boys my son brings home,” Hopper snaps. Despite his obvious discomfort, Billy can’t help the rush of affection at Hopper trying to be supportive. Neil would have beat the shit out of him. Hopper tries to hook him up with appropriately aged delinquents in the back of the police car.

“A lot?” the guy asks and Billy flushes. He then regrets it because he has no idea if he even wants to impress whatever guy Hopper has picked up.

“It’s not a lot,” he says defensively because Hawkins isn’t exactly big on the gay scene. His last boyfriend he met at Tina’s Halloween party and to be fair, if you wear a kilt and not a lot else to a party in October, Billy’s absolutely going to beg you to rail him in the downstairs cloakroom. The relationship hadn't exactly worked out.

“Look, I get the feeling I’m never going to hear the end of this so here’s the situation,” Hopper says, sounding tired. “This is my son, Billy. He’s about to finish high school, he likes cars and burgers and loud music. He has shit taste in men even though he’s attractive, clever and a smart mouth. Billy, this is Steve. I was on my way back from the mayor’s office when I caught him peeing in an alley. Judging by his big brown eyes and the fact that public nudity doesn’t seem to be a problem for him, I thought of you.”

“Aww,” Billy drawls, sitting back on the couch. There are lights in the drive so someone has just arrived home. Which is good because he needs to tell everyone this story so they can give Hopper shit about it over dinner. “Pops, that’s so sweet.”

“Don’t say I never do anything for you,” Hopper says, like he hasn’t already done everything for Billy by getting him out, giving him a home. “I’ll take an extra polaroid when I process him.”

“I had to take a leak!” Steve protests and Hopper sucks in air through his teeth.

“There are public bathrooms, kid, I’ve heard those work pretty well. Billy, help your mom with dinner when she gets home.” Sucks for Hopper, it’s Jon heading up the path, keys dangling from his fingers. Billy can’t wait to tell him this story.

“Or what, you won’t bring me any more dates?” Billy asks, but he’s only half-joking. Hopper means well and kind of fucks it up a lot but this time he might have hit it right on the money. He thinks he might like Steve.

“Do I get a picture?” Steve asks. “Or does the Hawkins Police just pimp out young innocent men with full bladders?”

Oh yeah. He’s definitely going to like Steve.

“I have a picture on my desk,” Hopper admits grumpily. There’s the jangle of keys in the door as Jonathan lets himself in. “You can look at it if you’re good.”

“And what if I’m not?” Steve asks and Jonathan walks in just in time to raise his eyebrows at Billy.

“I can help punish him, if he’s not,” Billy suggests, and Hopper hangs up the phone just as Steve begins to laugh.

This has probably been done before because it's based on that famous tumblr post but it's so dull during school holidays I have nothing to do but write. And I have no in progress Harringrove fics which is probably a problem I should fix.

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wait do you? (continuation)

The Mostro Lounge was unusually quiet that afternoon, a stark contrast to Yuu’s chaotic day. Earlier, she’d impulsively asked Jack an embarrassing question about beastmen heats due to a lingering truth potion incident that stripped her of her filter. She’d spent the rest of the day dodging curious looks and trying to recover her dignity. Now, as she sat across from Jade and Floyd, the potion’s effects were still in full force, much to her dismay.

Without warning, Yuu blurted out, “Do merfolk mate for life like some sea animals?”

Both twins froze for a split second before Floyd burst into laughter, slapping the table. “Hahaha! Oh man, Shrimpy, where did that come from?”

Jade’s polite smile widened, his sharp teeth glinting. “An intriguing question, Prefect. What inspired such a… candid inquiry?”

Yuu’s face turned crimson as she waved her hands defensively. “I just… I mean, I’ve read things about eels and other sea creatures, and I was curious if it’s the same for merfolk. You know, since you’re… part ocean.”

Floyd leaned back in his chair, still chuckling. “You’re so weird, Shrimpy. But I like it. What’s next? You wanna know if we lay eggs?”

“Wait, do you?” Yuu asked, her curiosity piqued despite herself.

Jade let out a soft laugh, his amusement barely concealed. “No, we do not. Merfolk anatomy has certain… parallels with humans, though there are unique differences.”

“Unique differences?” Yuu echoed, leaning forward unconsciously.

Floyd grinned mischievously, leaning closer. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, Shrimpy? Should I give you the full merbiology lesson?”

“Floyd,” Jade interjected smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of warning. “Let us not overwhelm her with too much information.”

Floyd ignored him, standing abruptly and grabbing Yuu’s arm. “Nah, this is too good. Let’s go see Azul. He’ll love this.”

“Wait, what?” Yuu stammered as Floyd dragged her along, Jade following at a leisurely pace, his expression one of quiet amusement.

The trio found Azul in his office, meticulously reviewing ledgers. He looked up as they entered, his expression shifting from mild annoyance to curiosity.

“Floyd, Jade, Prefect,” Azul greeted, adjusting his glasses. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Floyd shoved Yuu into a chair across from Azul’s desk, grinning from ear to ear. “Shrimpy’s got questions. Real funny ones. You’re gonna love this.”

Jade took a seat beside Yuu, his smile ever-present. “She’s been inquiring about the… biological nuances of merfolk.”

Azul blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Biological nuances?”

“Yeah,” Floyd said, leaning on the desk. “Like if we mate for life, or if we lay eggs. Stuff like that.”

Azul’s face turned a shade darker as he cleared his throat. “Well, Prefect, I can assure you that merfolk biology is… a complex subject. Certainly not something to discuss so casually.”

Yuu buried her face in her hands. “This wasn’t supposed to involve you. They dragged me here!”

Floyd burst into laughter again, while Jade’s chuckles were more subdued. Azul’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Yuu. “Prefect, you’re not usually this… uninhibited. Have you, perhaps, been affected by a potion?”

Yuu groaned. “Yes! It was an accident in class this morning, and now I can’t stop blurting out whatever I’m thinking.”

Azul’s expression shifted to one of realization. “Ah, I’d heard about a truth potion incident but hadn’t realized it was you. How fascinating.” His tone took on a mischievous edge as he leaned forward. “Tell me, Yuu, what do you really think about some of our fellow students?”

“Oh no,” Yuu said, her eyes widening. “I’m not answering that.”

“You might not have a choice,” Jade said smoothly, his amusement evident.

Floyd clapped his hands together, grinning. “Yeah, Shrimpy! What’s your take on lion fishy? Bet you’ve got something good there.”

Yuu groaned again, feeling the words bubble up against her will. “He’s… grumpy but weirdly charming,” she admitted reluctantly. “And he’s got great hair.”

Floyd howled with laughter, while Jade nodded thoughtfully. “Interesting,” he murmured.

Azul smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “And Riddle?”

“He tries too hard,” Yuu blurted, “but he’s really sweet deep down.”

The twins’ laughter echoed through the office as Azul leaned back in his chair, clearly entertained. Just then, the door burst open, and Ace, Deuce, and Grim stormed in, looking frantic.

“There you are!” Ace exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Yuu. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“You can’t just run off when you’re like this!” Deuce added, his expression a mix of worry and exasperation.

Grim hopped onto the desk, glaring at the trio of Octavinelle students. “What are you guys doing with my hench-human? She’s under my protection!”

Floyd burst out laughing again, leaning against the wall for support. “Your ‘hench-human’? Oh, this just keeps getting better!”

Azul adjusted his glasses, his smirk widening. “Ah, her rescuers have arrived. How charming.”

Ace grabbed Yuu’s arm, gently but firmly. “Come on, we’re taking you back to the dorm before you spill more secrets.”

Yuu sighed in defeat as her friends dragged her out of the office, Grim muttering under his breath about irresponsible eels. As they left, Floyd’s laughter echoed down the hall, and Yuu couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever live this day down.

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