#but no way ill watch a race or sprint at that time

[zackmoonz]

There's no fucking way I'll wake up at 4am to watch a race

[ln4bub]

oscar getting jealous over how close we are to logan?? but its so subtle that we don't really notice which makes it worse 🤭

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Logan was struggling, being a rookie in Williams was usually a recipe for disaster, and he knew it. He was one of your best friends, having known him through his Prema years with Oscar. You couldn't have been happier when you found out that your boyfriend and your best friend had both gotten seats in Formula One for 2023. Dividing your attention between the two of them has been hard. Oscar's been having one of the greatest rookie seasons since Hamilton, but Logan has been struggling. You tell him every race how much you admire his perseverance but you can see how it's wearing him down.

You knew Qatar would be a tough race, the reports of the heat being dangerous filling you with anxiety. But what you didn't expect was to be in the medical tent on Lap 42 with a devastated Logan. He was dripping with sweat by the time you found him, guzzling water like his life depended on it.

Heatstroke.

He was distraught, he'd hoped and prayed he could get better for this race, but he couldn't. The decision to retire wasn't one he took lightly, and he made sure to express that to you whilst you watched the remainder of the race. You could barely find it in yourself to listen to Logan rant as Oscar held P2 with Lando right behind him. After his sprint win yesterday Oscar had newfound confidence, dead set on a McLaren double podium this weekend. Your heart was in your mouth as Oscar crosses the line just 4.8 seconds behind Max.

He'd done it, P2 from P6, and Lando had done it too, moving up from P10 to P3. A double. You and Logan erupted in cheers in the medical tent, hugging each other as Oscar gets his second ever podium in Formula One - a back-to-back double for the team secured. You rush out of the tent, just about getting to the grid in time to see Oscar getting out of the car. He approaches you, visor lifted so you can see the smile in his eyes. You wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet as you hear cameras snapping all around you.

The energy back in the garage was insane, everyone was on a high. You congratulated Lando as he came back into the garage after media, Oscar being commandeered by Max for a chat. Oscar eventually strides into the garage, shy grin on his face as everyone cheers his efforts. He comes straight to you, burying his head in your neck as he wraps his arms around you once more. Your hand rests on the base of his neck, soaked in sweat from the race.

"Where were you when the race ended?" You hear from behind you, turning to see Jon. "Oh, I was with Logan in the medical tent but I came straight to the grid when the race finished." You explain sweetly, Jon nodding with a tight-lipped grin, eyes flicking to Oscar behind you. You miss the way Oscar's face drops, eyebrow quirking and jaw clenching at the newfound knowledge. By the time you turn back around his smile is gone but he looks calm, "Let's get back to the hotel, want to shower." He explains curtly, marching off to remove his race suit. You stand there slightly baffled by his change in mood but brush it off as exhaustion.

"Logan said well done by the way, said he's proud of you." You tell Oscar, looking up from your phone to see him sat on the couch. He hums dismissively, "I'll text him to say thanks soon, tell him to talk to me direct not through my girlfriend for once." He huffs. You gently place yourself next to him, perched on the edge of the couch in hesitation. "What's that supposed to mean Oz?" You ask, a hand resting on his shin.

"Just mean that you're my girl, and you were with Logan when you should've been watching me." He mumbles, pulling you back so you're in between his legs. "I was watching you Oscar, Logan retired from illness I was just checking in on him." You explain, Oscar's large hands splayed across your stomach as he fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. His lips find home on your neck, "I know you were just being caring my angel, but you know you're mine don't you?" He murmurs. His soft wet lips send your shivers down your spine, your body arching into his as the tips of his fingers slip below your waistband.

His gentle fingers run over your underwear, feeling the damp spot that's been growing since you saw him get out of the shower earlier. "Is this all for me?" He groans, fingers sliding your panties to the side to swipe through the wetness. You nod against him with a whine as he tugs at your shorts. You slide them down your legs, revealing your white lace underwear to him. He urges you to settle back into your spot, fingers back in there rightful place. He collects more wetness on his middle and ring finger before moving his hand up to your mouth.

He swipes his fingers over your lips and you open them eagerly, swirling your tongue around the thick digits until they're clean. "So good for me, all mine. Only I get to see you like this, a desperate. aching. needy. slut." He whispers, pressing kisses to your neck to punctuate each word. You moan around his fingers before he removes them, using the lubrication of your spit to slide them both inside you. You moan out his name, thighs closing in, but Oscar's strong hand pries them open again. "Uh uh baby, need you to take it like you always do." He groans, the bucking of your hips applying pressure to his growing hard-on.

His fingers curl against your walls, pleads for more dripping from your mouth. "Who's making you feel this good?" He murmurs, the hand on your thigh now on your jaw, tilting your head back against his shoulder. "You Oscar, only you, always you- fuck." You whine, his fingers never stopping. He smirks, tapping your lip again with his thumb. Your mouth falls open, tongue out eagerly. Oscar groans, "Trained you so well sweetheart." His lips pucker slightly as he spits into your mouth, watching as you swallow it eagerly.

"Maybe I should get Logan to see how dirty you are for me, show him that I own you, own this pussy." He imagines, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers. He chuckles mockingly, "Of course you like that idea, want to be treated like a whore in front of your best friend." Your cheeks tinge pink in embarrassment as Oscar ridicules you, your skin on fire with pleasure.

"I can feel how close you are, want you to cum all over my hand baby, show me what I do to you." Oscar whispers in your ear, sucking a purple mark onto your pulse point as you let go. Your legs burn as your back arches, a scream of his name leaving your lips. Oscar fingers you through your orgasm, drawing it out of you. You collapse against his front, chest heaving. You hear his groan as he sucks his fingers clean, head turning to see his eyes shut in pleasure at the taste of you. "If Logan didn't already know you're mine at least now the whole floor does." He laughs, kissing the top of your head, making you curl into him in shame.

"Now where do you want to be fucked? Against the window or over the railing of the balcony?"

[ghoulie-67-baby]

One too many mistakes- Criminal minds.

Summary: You’re a member of the BAU and have been captured by the unsub. You know they’ll save you but you have to be patient.

Prompts: You escape captivity and start running, only to run into your saviour.

Warnings: Blood, mentions of murder, kidnapping, language, crying, vomiting.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader.

Word count: 1,068.

"You're sick." I spat up at the unsub, my hands aching from being tied up. "Why do you do this?" I watched as his chapped lips curled into a sickening grin, revealing rotted teeth and the stench of blood on his breath.

"Maybe I am sick, maybe I'm the normal one." He shrugged, attacking a tube to the cannula in my arm. "Either way I enjoy it." My eyes widened at the horrifying chuckle that filled the room. Silence overcame us as he fiddled with his equipment. I knew what would happen soon enough. He would collect as much of my blood as he wanted, drink it, and repeat for a few days. When he wanted fresh blood he would dump my body just like with all the other women. Two nights had already passed and I knew my time was limited.

"Rest now sweet pet, ill be back soon." My body slid down the wall as I feigned exhaustion.

A few hours had passed since he left and I had been working hard to escape the ropes. I just about managed to fray the one around my ankles using a nail sticking through the floorboard. My hands shook in my lap, the locks on the door echoing through the room. With my head hanging, I faked sleep, holding back a grin when he left the door wide open.

'That's your first mistake asshole.' The thought made me shiver with anticipation but I waited patiently, knowing timing was imperative. Once he turned back around, I readied myself. His second mistake.

Scrambling to my feet, I yanked my arms from the cannulas and sprinted for the door, not giving him the chance to react.

Pains seared through my limbs as they screamed in protest. The ground was uneven and the lack of light from the dense foliage proved it more difficult to guide myself. Heavy boot falls sounded from behind me as he began the chase. Using tree trunks and bushes as cover, I hid myself and tried to figure out my direction.

"You bitch!" I could tell he was stalking closer, his voice getting louder. Taking an unsteady breath, I stumbled through the threes, trying to ignore the dizziness clouding my head. "You can't run forever!" He was right, especially with the state I was in, but I'd give it a damn good go if it meant a better chance of surviving.

"I can hear you," he sang into the darkness, his sickening grin flashing through my head. "I can smell you, almost taste you. All that fresh blood going to waste." My heart raced in my chest, cementing my fear that he could actually hear it.

Tears clouded my vision as I staggered through branches and rotting leaves. The tree roots seemed to latch onto my feet as I ran, making me trip and struggle for balance. With my captor's voice converging on me and my senses overtaken by panic and pain I didn't notice the figures ahead of me.

The howl of a dog broke me from my panicked stupor and I fell back, eyes wide and blurry as the animal barked at me.

"Y/N?" A figure called my name and I scrubbed my eyes with the heels of my bound palms. They focused a little better, revealing the angry face of Hotch and the concern and relief of my team. My body flooded with relief as my knees shook, teeth chattering in the autumn air. "Hey, you're okay. Y/N walk to me."

I followed the voice, tears streaming down my face as I tried to stay on my feet. My face came into contact with a bulletproof vest but from the cologne, I could tell it was Hotch. Seconds passed before he pulled away from me, hands holding my elbows as his eyes inspected me for injuries. My bound wrists pressed against his chest as his eyes rested on the bleeding wounds on my arms.

"Tell me sweet pet," the yelling made my head snap up as Hotch untied the rope from my sore wrists. "How close am I? Close enough to taste you yet?" A shiver passed up my spine as I gripped my boss's sleeves, tears still falling as the team moved to shield me.

"He won't touch you again, we won't let him." I faced the direction of the voice, hands clutching Aaron's behind my back as the grimy man came into view.

"Tut tut sweet pet, thought we were exclusive?" Hotch's hands flinched slightly as I shook. Third mistake.

"You can't go anywhere now, man, put down the weapon." Morgan's voice was hard and tense as agents surrounded the unsub. "Put it down!". His eyes stayed locked on mine as he put his shotgun down, a sick smile on his face, and knelt amongst the autumn leaves.

The agents closed in quickly, Morgan snapped cuffs on him before hauling him to his feet. I motioned for him to bring him over.

"Why?" My voice shook no matter how hard I tried to keep it steady. "Why did you really do it?"

"I already told you pet," he leant closer, ignoring Morgan's pull. "Because I enjoy it." With a wave of demented laughter, he was dragged off, laughter mixing with Morgan's commands.

what little colour was in my face drained as I doubled over, hurling up the bile in my empty stomach.

"I've got you. JJ, alert the medics." My hair was gathered back as I heaved what little I could, retches shaking my body.

"M'sorry didn't mean to do that." I chuckled weakly, not even trying to make it sound real as I dragged myself upright. Aaron shook his head, wrapping his jacket around me before guiding me out of the forest, the flash of the ambulance calling my name.

"Don't apologise. I'm just sorry we weren't here sooner. He didn't do anything else did he?" He trailed off, not wanting to imagine what else that monster could do.

"No, he didn't do anything else, just the blood. I'll never look at a doctor the same way ever again." I sighed, sitting on the ambulance step, moving so he could sit with me. "You were here in time, that's all that matters."

Resting my heavy head on his shoulder, exhaustion stopped me from caring that he was my boss, let alone closed off. Instead, I chose to revel in his warmth.

[betweenlands]

so, about that teaser we promised...

Hello, friends. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Let’s get the administrative stuff out of the way; rest assured, we are still hard at work on the upcoming chapters of black sheep, come home. There have been many extenuating factors that have caused the long delay (sickness and illness, part-time jobs, the back-to-school sprint, et cetera), but we still remain dedicated to seeing this story through to its ending. More is coming once it is ready.

Now, all that aside, it’s good to speak to you again. That semifinals poll was fun, wasn’t it? A breakneck race to the end of the line to see the triumph of the Ghost’s Vault, twist after turn and unlikely ally after unforeseen boon. We appreciate your eyes and eyespots alike, your buffer against a rival tide. We thank you for helping us win in the end – we couldn’t have done it without you! Of course, this does not mean the Vault’s inhabitant will be freed (heavens forbid we allow the Book to fall into the wrong hands), but it does mean that more people will be watching, and more ghosts means more potentially helpful observers here to bear witness to what comes next.

Ah – although, I’m not trapped in the Vault. You’ve surely gathered that by now.

By that being said, you’ve surely gathered something else as well.

Let’s not ramble on. You were only promised a teaser for what’s yet to come, not full story spoilers – and trust me, you don’t really want spoilers anyway, because some things can only be discovered once (undisturbed tombs, birthday gifts, conspiracies, visual novel plot twists) and we’d really like you to have the option of going in blind to the next part of this story. Besides, isn’t theorizing part of the fun of reading stories like this one? It should be, if we’re doing our job right.

That said, this likely isn’t what you expected when you heard there would be a mini-update, but we promise you that this is very, very story-relevant; you just don’t know how it is yet. And, more obviously, this note is quite the exclusive update, having been written just for this very situation.

Anyways, don’t worry about how canon this is – it’ll sort itself out. I’ll see you soon.

Valete.

[miloformula123fan]

300 followers celebration

okay wtf guys im actually gonna cry :). thank y'all so much for all the love you have given me.

im gonna start by apologising because I have not been that active. i went and saw challengers, started watching ted lasso and got into professional cycling, and my exams are just about to finish and im gonna be honest i have been just reading fanfiction based on those. (because my ADHD hyperfixation has hit this point)

also small apology to the people waiting on the bachelor fic, i've rewritten the first chapter twice, but rest assured once i get the first chapter out of the way, the next few will come in quicker

But I am getting back into the hot men of f1, thank god, and initially this celebration was going to be closer to july, but here we are, and so this event will run a while.

Basically to explain it's an f1 x olympics!reader :) because i have a hyperfixation on the olympics

Rules:

Pick 1 letters, one for the person and one number for the reader's sport - i will then make a moodboard AND A small blurb :) (cause i need to get out of the writing slump)

my guidelines are here

i am only writing for the drivers and related people listed (but if you really want another driver, chuck it in my inbox and ill probably make it anyway)

this is only for moodboards and short blurbs, however my requests will remain open through the celebration so if you're inspired by this but want something else instead feel free to head to my inbox :)

please be patient - it may take me a few hours to do yours, but depending on how many requests I get, it could take a few days

please specify gender, else i'll probably make it gender neutral

for now no limit on how many requests 1 person can submit, but if i get overwhelmed I will

i will take description requests, face claim requests, blurb requests, country requests, whatever you want to specify BUT all I need is 1 letter, 1 number and a gender for reader :)

the event will close on the 11th of august (when the olympics end) (and also so i have a little bit of a time before a birthday celebration!)

NOW TO THE CELEBRATION:

PICK 1 LETTER - ONE FOR DRIVER

AND PICK 1 NUMBER - ONE FOR READER

drivers!

A - Alex Albon

B -  Ollie Bearman

C - Charles Leclerc

D - Mick Schumacher

E - Esteban Ocon

F - Fernando Alonso

G - James Vowles

H - Liam Lawson

I - Peter Bonnington

J - Jack Doohan

K - Kimi Raikkonen

L - Lewis Hamilton

M - Max Verstappen

N - Lando Norris

O - Oscar piastri

P - Pierre Gasly

Q - Logan Sargeant

R - Daniel Ricciardo

S - Carlos Sainz

T - Yuki Tsunoda

U - Lance Stroll

V - Sebastian Vettel

W - Mark Webber

X - Paul Aron

Y - Toto Wolff

Z - Jenson Button

reader!

breaking

boxing

volleyball

golf

rhythmic gymnastics

tennis

modern pentathlon

weightlifting

equestrian

bmx cycling racing

football/soccer

basketball

archery

diving

shooting

handball

triathlon

water polo

judo

swimming

hockey

wrestling

marathon swimming

3 x 3 basketball

trampoline gymnastics

sport climbing

mountain bike cycling

rugby sevens

track cycling

road cycling

sailing

sprint canoe

beach volleyball

badminton

taekwondo

bmx freestyle cycling

canoe slalom

fencing

rowing

surfing

skateboarding

artistic gymnastics

artistic swimming

athletics

table tennis

taglist of people who i hope are interested (if not just ignore :) ):

@barcelonaloverf1life, @leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @badblondebisexualboy, @ghostking4m, @fate-posts, @evelyn-4034, @jupiter-je-taime, @redcrescentmoons, @youraveragebritishamerican, @v3lnys, @thatonesblog, @seventeendevotee, @annegrey, @pear-1206, @alchemxx

[livelaughghoul]

Brazil 2024 sprint race predictions.

Not gonna like yall, I didn’t watch shit about the sprint lol. I have no idea what the grid is, or what the vibes are other than there was Senna helmet that looked like my Tupperware cabinet, so this is blind again :) also sorry for the formatting I’m too lazy to get off the couch and grab my computer.

I promise I’ll actually watch the sprint and qualifying tomorrow and not be a complete disaster class of a person. Honestly, this week has been a fun little reminder that like, I need to be gentle with myself and remember that I’m a chronically ill bitch and pushing myself too hard is like, a really bad idea. Anyways, I’ll stop complaining now.

P1 - Four of Pentacles, reversed

I have a feeling that whoever qualified here is gonna be winning tomorrow. It’s a possessive card, and if we’re looking at the reversal so there is going to be some selfish behavior tomorrow. Either that, or the blocking aspect of the card is gonna come into play because they lose position and it’ll be a wild defense.

P2 - Five of Wands

This one is interesting, because it’s a card of disagreement. Something is going to happen tomorrow, either with strategy or team communication. I don’t see any contact tomorrow, but I feel like there is a mental block and it’s coming to a head tomorrow.

P3 - The Tower, reversed

RIP to whoever qualified here, because wow do we need a crisis counselor? Given the reversal, I’m imagining that this is more focused on the sudden change aspect of the card. There is going to be a 180 that takes place tomorrow, unknown to them. Going in with one train of thought only to have a completely different thing happen.

P4 - The Hermit

Congrats on racing by yourself, and giving yourself time to just sit in your thoughts and be forced to acknowledge your own emotions and feelings. It’ll be a quiet sprint, but it’ll give whoever this is plenty of time to consider the actual race and figure out the strategy they want to go with.

P5 - Six of Cups

It’s a card of goodwill and innocence, so I’m sure they’ll have a pretty good run tomorrow, one without too many issues. Not knowing who qualified where makes it difficult to say, but I imagine they’ll make some choices with the team in mind tomorrow.

P6 - Ace of Cups

Whoever qualified here is going to be a force to be reckoned with. They have something to prove to someone and they’ll be making a statement tomorrow during the sprint. I wouldn’t be shocked if they make up plenty of positions.

P7 - Knight of Pentacles, reversed

This is my least favorite knight, and it being reversed just makes it so much worse. It’s such an indecisive card to pull, that honestly it’s either going to be an incredible drive tomorrow or an absolute joke and they’ll take someone out. Either way, I support their

P8 - Ace of Swords

This one is interesting, because it’s about the mental strength that someone has. I get the feeling that this is all about figuring out the plan for Sunday. The points are a bonus at this point, they just want to mentally prepare for Sunday.

P9 - Ace of Wands, reversed

Anyways, this card is big dick energy, in the worst way possible. It’s going to be a wild strategy from them tomorrow, it’s creative, something that will provide them a bigger picture and path forward. I think the aggression we will see is going to be more mentality focused than actual driving.

P10 - 10 of Wands, reversed

Is whoever qualified here okay? Cause I don’t think they are. It’s an overworking of oneself, spreading themselves too thin, and not looking after their own needs. It’s likely going to be a rough weekend, mentally and physically.

[fandomficsnstuff]

The Dragon's Daughter - 31

(Warnings: Some major fluff in the start to try and balance out the angst that comes after, sorry my lovelies<3)

Dothraki will be in bold

High Valyrian will be in cursive

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“Your Grace, I was wondering if perhaps you’d join me in the gardens” Durran’s words made her throat clamp up and a sour taste fill her mouth, a forced smile on her lips as she stopped walking to face Durran “that sounds wonderful but I’m afraid I don’t have time today, I have other engagements” she stated politely, Durran hesitating before nodding “I see… perhaps-”

“Your Grace!! Your Grace!” Falia came running down the hallway, running so fast that she’d had to pick up the front of her dress to not trip on it, almost showing the entire Keep her ankles as she hurried over. “Falia? What-”

“It’s your brother, Your Grace! He’s-”

“Where?” Rhaella asked sharply, already running down the hallway with Falia “in your mother’s quarters, Your Grace, but-” Falia could barely keep up, Rhaella bunching up her dress so she could run as fast as possible, sprinting down the hallways, her heart racing with fear and worry. Had something happened to him? Was he ill? Injured? The possibilities made her mind numb and she barely knocked when she reached the chambers, practically barreling into the room with wide and fearful eyes. panting, heart racing, cheeks flushed, tears in her eyes at the thought of any harm befalling the young prince. “Mother? Father?” Rhaella called out with panic, watching her mother emerge with Daron on the ground, holding her hands as he was in front of her, Daenerys helping him walk and Rhaella nearly fainted, her heart almost stopped. He was fine. He was healthy and fine. Falia appeared soon after, having finally caught up and Rhaella turned to glare at her “forgive me, Your Grace, you ran off before I could explain-”

“Ra!” a babble could be heard and Rhaella whipped around to see her baby brother as he beamed up at her, lips parted in a large grin as he let go of one of Daenerys’ hand to try and reach for her, repeating that word over and over again, as though calling for her. Rhaella’s heart melted and she was about to approach when Daenerys grinned “don’t” she whispered, Rhaella stopping, kneeling down and slowly, Daenerys let go of Doran’s small chubby hands, Jon appearing around the corner, watching with joy as Daron slowly stumbled his way towards Rhaella, the young Queen grinning from ear to ear, tears in her eyes as she held out her arms. Daron finally reached her, almost stumbling into her arms and Rhaella caught him, Daron babbling nonsense while she held him, shutting her eyes tightly, a few tears running down her cheeks as she held him, standing back up with him in her arms as he hugged her neck. “Hello, brother” she whispered, holding him close until he began to touch the scales on her back. Her eyes shot open wide and she leaned back, seeing him mindlessly putting his chubby hands all over her scales, examining and exploring them and she couldn’t help but cry silently. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t repulsed or scared… He liked them. He liked her scales, they didn’t scare him… she didn’t scare him. She leaned back from him, just enough so that he could look at her, their eyes locking and he gave her a large, toothless grin, his chubby hands on her cheeks, pushing them together and pulling her towards him until her forehead was against his tiny forehead, a few tears on Rhaella’s eyes as she laughed and gently bounced him, relief flooding her, filling every cell in her body, every inch of her being, every shadow of her fear and anxiety was being washed away by the relief that he didn’t see a monster when he looked at her, at least not yet… and she’d take that ‘not yet’ over anything else, any day. “Falia, tell Tyrion to cancel any plans I have for today, I’m spending the day with my family” Rhaella stated with a grin as she smiled at her brother, Falia nodding with a grin, curtseying before hurrying off to do as told while Rhaella stood with a laughing Daron, Jon and Daenerys watching with complete and utter adoration for both of their children.

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“Next” Tyrion’s voice rang out in the large hall, a man stepping closer, a cap in his hands and he fiddled with it, keeping his gaze low “Y-Your Grace” he greeted and bowed hesitantly, Rhaella frowning at him with slight concern “are you alright? You may speak freely” Rhaella encouraged, the man daring to look up at her, tears in his eyes as he quickly looked back down again “it isn’t me I come here for… it’s my-... my daughter, Wyla” he stated, voice wavering and shaky, Rhaella glancing at Tyrion before looking back at the man “what is your name?”

“Jorrick, Your Grace…”

“Jorrick… what has happened to your daughter?”

“She-... w-w-we c-come from the Westerlands, Your Grace…”

“I don’t mean to be rude or hurry you, but why are you here, Jorrick? Can I help you in some way?”

“It’s my daughter… she-... they-... they took her” he admitted and finally broke down, tears raining down his face, shoulder shaking with his sobs and Rhaella stood up, descending from her throne, Jorrick looking up at her, slightly fearful as she approached, flinching when she put a gentle hand on his shoulder “who took her, Jorrick?”

“The-... The Ironborn” he admitted through sobs and Rhaella straightened up with a frown, looking over her shoulder at Tyrion, who looked equally confused. “The Ironborn? You mean the Ice Waters?”

“N-No, Your Grace… t-they called themselves-... they said their crew was called the Silent Kraken, b-but their ship h-had the Ironborn kraken…” he muttered hesitantly, Rhaella frowning with concern at him “I see… will you allow me to help you?” Rhaella asked with a frown, seeing Jorrick nod hesitantly, tears still in his eyes and she nodded “I understand your worry, but I have many people here, I owe it to them, just as much to you, to listen to their worries and plights and try to help, but I promise you, on everything I hold dear, I will help you” she stated softly before looking over her shoulder at Ezzo “Ezzo, take this man to my mother and father, tell my mother that this man is in need of the Crown’s help. And tell her to send for Yara, immediately” she ordered, Ezzo stepping closer and Jorrick’s eyes widened in fear, Rhaella smiling softly at him “you’ve no cause to worry, Jorrick. Ezzo is my sworn sword and shield, he will not harm you. He’ll take you to the Queen Mother and Lord Jon, there, you can tell your story and what happened” Rhaella informed with a faint smile, Jorrick easing up a little more and he nodded “thank you, Your Grace… thank you” his voice was trembling and she smiled “I will be with you the second I’m done” she promised, Ezzo guiding Jorrick away, the frightened man looking over his shoulder to see Rhaella move back to the throne, climbing it’s steps and sitting down on it “next, please” she called, voice soft but strong, commanding their attention without instilling a single ounce of fear. Perhaps she truly was different from her grandfather, just as her mother was.

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Rhaella was pacing back and forth at a slow pace as she listened to Jorrick, arms crossed over her chest, heart racing with fury as she listened to how the raiders came to their small fishing village, pillaging and plundering, raping and murdering and kidnapping whoever they pleased. Jorrick’s daughter, Wyla, wasn’t the only one, several women and children had been taken as well, dragged off screaming, Jorrick having been away, coming back just in time to see his daughter be dragged off to a rowboat, his village one of many along the coast. “And you’re sure they had the image of the Ironborn kraken on their sails?” Rhaella asked, Jorrick turning in his chair to look at her “quite sure, Your Grace” he admitted and Rhaella sighed, looking at Yara “well?”

“My Ironborn would not do this, they follow my command and I follow yours, Your Grace. I believe it could be an offshoot, rebel Ironborn who followed my uncle…” she admitted and Rhaella nodded “I thought he made them mute?”

“Only his crew. His followers are another thing entirely, I don’t imagine many of them like to be ruled by a woman” she admitted and Rhaella scoffed “of course not” she muttered with a scoff and a shake of her head before looking at Jorrick “thank you, Jorrick. Where did you say your village was exactly?”

“B-By the Sunset sea, Your Grace, it’s in-”

“It’s in the Westerlands, I know, but I need to know the exact location of your village” Rhaella informed, her voice gentle and soothing and Daenerys had never been more proud of her than she was right now. “O-Oh, uh… i-it’s north of Casterly Rock, in Ironman Bay, just before the border to the Riverlands… Y-Your Grace” he quickly added, Rhaella nodding with a small smile “thank you, Jorrick. I would like to offer you a place to stay here in the Capital, it’s a long journey from the Westerlands and, if I may, you look quite weary” Rhaella offered, Jorrick’s eyes nearly rolling out of his head in shock at her words and she gave him a soft smile “only if you’ll agree. You’ll have a chamber here, though if you’re uncomfortable staying in the Red Keep, I will have other arrangements made for you and will take no offense if that is the case” she informed, Jorrick nodding hesitantly and Rhaella nodded as well “good. My Hand, Tyrion, will see to those arrangements. If you want to stay here or somewhere else, please tell him, and he’ll find you something suitable” she ordered, looking at Tyrion who blinked in slight shock at her before nodding and forcing a smile “of course, Your Grace” he stated, hands behind his back and Rhaella nodded “good. Yara, prepare your ships,” she stated calmly, turning around to walk out of the room “we’re going to war” she added with spite as she walked and left the room, Yara smirking ever so slightly.

This ‘Silent Kraken’ crew had no idea what was coming for them. They’ve woken the dragon, and fire shall rain down on any who dare to disturb it’s peace.

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“Your Grace, might I urge caution? We know nothing about these ‘Silent Kraken’ people-”

“We know their location, we know their motives, we know that they cannot continue to wreak chaos on the people of Westeros - MY people - and we know that they will continue to raid and pillage if they’re not stopped” Rhaella stated as she walked, taking long steps and Tyrion struggled to keep up with his short legs, nearly panting “Your Grace- Your Grace! W-What about the Martells?”

“The Martells??” she stopped and turned to face him “my people are being raided, raped and kidnapped. The Martells can wait a day and if they cannot with their ‘urgent’ errant to buy my hand then they are not worthy allies. It may not be a direct attack on Dorne, but they are part of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros and I expect them to understand that their futile attempts to marry me off will have to wait” she rambled before continuing into her chambers “Falia!”

“Your Grace?”

“I’m going to war, I’ll be flying on my brother” she ordered and Falia nodded with a smile and curtseyed, hurrying off to find the Queen’s flight attire “you best leave while I change, Lord Tyrion. Perhaps you can send word to everyone. They are to meet me at Casterly Rock as soon as possible, that includes the Iron Fleet as well. I want every Lord and Lady of the Realm to contribute as many men as they can spare. I will fly there immediately and begin to gather as much information as possible and while I’m away I expect you to govern the Realm. You may send someone you trust to act in your stead at my side if you have any and find it necessary, I want this done with as few people lost as possible, I know wars are expensive… both in gold and in lives… but I can’t let them continue to plunder. I highly doubt this ‘Silent Kraken’ would act so brazenly without a backer, though, one who could give them assurance and protection” she muttered the last bit under her breath, Tyrion backing up after nodding. Seems there was no changing the Queen’s mind on this. She was going to war, and Gods save any who stood in her way.

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Daenerys arrived just as Rhaella was halfway up on her brother, settling herself in the saddle. “Mother?”

“Bring out Drogon” she ordered to the Keepers, Rhaella frowning even more at her “Mother? What are you doing?”

“You’re my daughter, did you truly think I’d let you fly off to war without me?” she asked with a small smirk, Drogon’s roar as he exited the pit was thunderous, Daenerys smiling fondly at him as he approached. “You have no saddle!”

“I do not need a saddle, my sweet riña” she stated with a fond smile, climbing up on the larger dragon, settling on his back and Rhaella smirked, giving a brief nod “just so you know, I am Queen…”

“I will obey your every whim, Your Grace” Daenerys stated with pride and Rhaella smiled, she could see it on her face, she meant it. She was letting Rhaella handle this, merely coming along as her mother and as a dragonrider, both dragons experienced in battle but Rhaella was young at the time Raemor was in battle, Daenerys could still remember it.

Raemor let out a loud roar before beginning to move forward, getting enough momentum to get himself in the air, Drogon following with Daenerys on top, Drogon chasing after his brother, the white, blinding dragon carrying the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms on it’s back, steering west, towards the Sunset Sea and Casterly Rock.

[lilioopdf]

mini F2 race predictions

✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚ ✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊

this is personal bc ive been staying away from tarot and fortune telling for really really long because it just doesn’t align with who i am anymore but i am also a really curious person and this week has been emotionally taxing so im doing this for FUN and for myself

but anyway these are my mini predictions for the sprint and feature race (F2) except im only looking at one driver (and i won’t tag this post because i really don’t want this to show up anywhere)

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sprint race: king of wands, 7 of pentacles, the star

not too bad?? its not amazing but it’s not horrible, just average. and i think that with the seven of pentacles there will be lots of information picked up on or gained from this race, which could really help in the feature race the day after. and with the king of wands it makes me wonder if there’s a possibility of him dominating the race, for at least some period of time? or maybe setting the fastest timing for a lap/sector at least once. with the star, i think a lot of useful data could be collected behind the scenes, like really really useful info that wasn’t found previously. the star kinda feels like there will be certain blessings present, and a wish may be made and granted. the seven of pentacles is usually the final step before the hard work pays off.

significant numbers (in this context): 7, 17, 3, 4

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feature race: 3 of cups, 10 of cups, 6 of pentacles

so so positive i cannot stress this enough— so much celebration, so much fulfilment marking the end of a cycle. maybe some help involved, either given or received. positive, in the way only cool and calm mornings can feel, specifically at 8am, as it slowly gets closer to 10am. idk not much to say but the effort behind this race feels more centred, like there is a smaller group of people being actively involved in this race, and the celebrations may also be mainly for a smaller group of people than usual, but lots of happiness of course. this feels like watching the sunset at a beach, unplanned.

extra: i noticed the devil card pop up but it came with too many cards so i put it back in but it feels like a small warning to not get too egotistical or rude and lose focus on what’s actually important, like safety and relationships, and to not be overly consumed or obsessed by something— like results or incidents on track or the past

significant numbers: 3, 6, 10, 5, 7, 4

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bottom of deck: wheel of fortune

the wheel of fortune usually symbolises luck, or karma. it usually signifies a change in luck, and i always tell people that this change in luck could be from bad to good luck, or vice versa. it’s not a one directional thing— whatever you’ve been experiencing recently, changes. although in this context it definitely feels more positive given the recent dnfs. card number 10. with 11 under it— whatever is received this weekend is well deserved and long time coming

also wait im adding on to this but maybe tyre management might be significant in these two races, in this specific drivers case

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anyway i still don’t know if ill watch the races because both F3 and F2 races have been heartbreaking recently but i might, after this reading— i just pray that pepe does really really well and that there are no crashes and that everyone is safe and happy despite their end positions and that it’s a good weekend for all drivers and mechanics and fans and team principals and any and everyone on earth except mean people

okay byebye ill come back to this after both races are complete and update this

- 🪷

[thethirdromana]

Sydney Atherton's Very Heterosexual Description of Paul Lessingham

I am free to confess,—I have owned it before!—that, in a sense, I admire that man,—so long as he does not presume to thrust himself into a certain position.

Have you been thinking a lot about what positions Paul might be thrusting in, Sydney?

He possesses physical qualities which please my eye—speaking as a mere biologist.

As a biologist, mm-hmm.

I like the suggestion conveyed by his every pose, his every movement,

His every pose? His every movement? You have been watching him closely.

of a tenacious hold on life,—of reserve force, of a repository of bone and gristle on which he can fall back at pleasure.

Isn't the usual expression "at leisure"? Freudian slip?

The fellow’s lithe and active; not hasty, yet agile; clean built, well hung,

No comment.

—the sort of man who might be relied upon to make a good recovery. You might beat him in a sprint,—mental or physical—though to do that you would have to be spry!—but in a staying race he would see you out.

It's important to Sydney that Paul has stamina.

I do not know that he is exactly the kind of man whom I would trust,—unless I knew that he was on the job,—which knowledge, in his case, would be uncommonly hard to attain. He is too calm; too self-contained; with the knack of looking all round him even in moments of extremest peril,—and for whatever he does he has a good excuse.

Quite a sexy flaw, isn't it? He's hot as hell but I just don't know if I can trust him - don't worry, Sydney, we've all been there.

He has the reputation, both in the House and out of it, of being a man of iron nerve,—and with some reason; yet I am not so sure. Unless I read him wrongly his is one of those individualities which, confronted by certain eventualities, collapse,—to rise, the moment of trial having passed, like Phoenix from her ashes. However it might be with his adherents, he would show no trace of his disaster.

VERY SUBTLE FORESHADOWING. But also Sydney goes very quickly from the collapse to the phoenix-like rise.

And this was the man whom Marjorie loved. Well, she could show some cause.

Even more cause? Beyond him being admirable, and good-looking, and well-hung (!), and full of stamina?

He was a man of position,—destined, probably, to rise much higher; a man of parts,

Back to his parts again.

—with capacity to make the most of them;

It's not the size of the boat etc.

not ill-looking; with agreeable manners,—when he chose; and he came within the lady’s definition of a gentleman, ‘he always did the right thing, at the right time, in the right way.’ And yet—!

And yet you think you might still be in with a chance?

Well, I take it that we are all cads, and that we most of us are prigs; for mercy’s sake do not let us all give ourselves away.

Sydney, I fear it's too late for that.

[breathplayed]

12 - do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

I need tips! xD

YES i have severe adhd it's been real fun trying to function in a society

what i do (some tips are replicable maybe some r not lol):

write when i Want to.... ofc this urge doesnt always strike, sometimes u do have to go force urself through a block, but i will listen to a fic playlist or daydream about the fic and it will make me Want to write down what im thinking about. having that actual desire helps lol. bc then, even if my brain is having trouble focusing My Heart/Dick still want to write so im more likely to keep pushing instead of give up

borderline sensory deprivation honestly, i can't listen to music or watch tv or anything when i write or read or think, so i blast white noise in my headphones and get completely sucked into the doc lol

i make a separate desktop on macbook that is just two windows, the fic outline on the left and the doc or writing program on the right. that way if i go to open a tab to google something for the fic i dont see other windows/tabs of Fun Stuff i was doing before that might distract me lol

i use the Forest extension with all social media blacklisted so that when my attention wanders and i open a tab to go to twitter or whatever by muscle memory, the extension puts me back in my place with the big "Ur gonna kill ur tree if u proceed" screen and im like "UUUGGHHHH thats right im supposed to be writing FIINEEE ill go back"

know when and how to give up..... sometimes writing rly isnt working but it's still good to try, if the words arent coming out right i try to settle for like. ok well i'll open the outline and i'll read over that, or reread earlier part of fic, to see if it reinspires me. if its really not working (if ur too tired/frustrated that will show in the writing style ukno) ill at least add bullet points of what the next parts of the scene should be. maybe i dont feel like writing fancy pretty sentences right now, but i can come back tomorrow and see the quick idea i jotted down on what i was thinking of doing next and that gives me a good jumping-off point

it helps to have external accountability!!!! write with a friend holding each other to a certain time period of Working on it, or just open a sprint site that has a global sprint bc then u can see other ppl working and it feels like ur racing them. body doubling with adhd helps with this too, if u go to a cafe/library and see others working it keeps u focused (like im not gonna open youtube and start watching some stupid shit with others able to see over my shoulder, im gonna Open My Doc)

this last point is only applicable if u have a stimulants prescription for adhd (or buy it somewhere i guess lol) but i definitely am 20-1000x more productive when i take my meds. the hyperfocus is way easier to kick into. sometimes when i pop my silly lil pill i can write like 4-7k average in a 3 hour sitting

Best of luck... Never give up........ also helps i think to pay attention to what conditions work for u and replicate them, like where u write best!! last summer i got one of them fancy clicky raised key keyboards + a riser for my laptop and that made typing fun, ill probably return to it eventually i just have it packed away atm

[vro0m]

I think you asked me whats on my mind some days ago. Time is a blur, as is my memory. What im thinking is how wonderful it would be if someone at least channeled the cunt energy of baku 2017, or even 2018, this godforsaken weekend. I need something to happen this weekend. I also need whoever decided there should be sprint races at all, but espesh in baku, to get violently ill. Hugging you 💞

Akira I have to confess something I still haven't watched seasons 2016 to 2018 so I have a vague idea of what you're manifesting but not really? (Please nobody enlighten me I'll watch these seasons once I'm done with the thesis to fill my unemployed days lol)

But I'm completely with you : fuck sprint races especially in Baku and also please, please gods of the races give us something unexpected, something good?

(Do you know that one of my 2023 predictions says precisely : "something happens in Imola"? But I hope we don't have to wait that long)

Hugging you right back 💕 I hope you found your way back to your bed now

Also thanks for saying I always have good opinions in your tags even though it's not true I decide to stay delusional and believe it 😌

[hiraya-rawr]

simp in sagau

cw: ditzy love dumb reader

notes: a little crack drabble that needs to leave my drafts now. im getting a little tired with the cult au :p so ill be exploring normal isekai more for my future works :>

• 🤍 •

Creator Reader landing in Teyvat, a lot confused and a lot scared but oh wow, you're in Genshin!

It abruptly comes to your attention how incredibly good-looking everyone is in person. In fact, they're so good looking you can't bare to face them without turning into a tomato.

They assume that for you to avoid their gaze must mean that they must keep their heads low. All the acolytes bow in your presence, they face the floor whenever you talk. It must be a sin for such inferior beings to seek your divine attention.

It was an accident when Zhongli, the acolyte who spends the most time watching over you, catches your gaze on him. Direct eye contact was made for the very first time and he can't help but notice the glimmer of stars in your eyes.

Enchantment and godly features aside, he also notices your growing dark blush. Face heating up rapidly as you look away from the Geo archon. Zhongli would have apologized for his severe mistake had it not been for his concern over your condition.

"Your holiness! Are you alright? You seem to be growing a temperature," He worriedly places a hand over your forehead. Forget about divine laws, he'll take any punishment for it later, "I'll go fetch a healer-"

"No, wait!" You grab on his sleeve, trying to calm your racing heart. Your mind going on overdrive at the thought of a healer judging your simpness.

"I-it's not a fever or anything!" You reassured, looking up to him. Big mistake because his worried core lapis eyes stare back at you, eyebrows furrowed. You notice his soft brown hair over his shoulder, his chiseled but delicate features — archons, he's better than any sculpture sculpted by the famous Bernini himself!

You feel something drip down your nose.

"Your holiness! You're bleeding! I'll request for Baizhu immediately— how could I have not noticed your fever sooner!" Zhongli's gently pulling away, sprinting to get a healer as you look on with a dazed expression as if heaven descended on you.

That's how Zhongli, Baizhu, and Qiqi found out that their divine creator was so incredibly shy of their good looks that their face would burn dark with blush.

—

"It's not that he's grumpy — well, he kind of is, but you have to look at him objectively, Klee!"

With the adults being out of the question, Klee was one of the select few you could rant to about your growing infatuation with everyone.

"What does ub-jectiv-ly mean?" The little girl asks, head tilting as she fidgets with her new bomb.

"I mean to look past his dark outfits and grumpiness," You giggle, helping her out by passing her tools, "Diluc is kind and sweet and righteous and- his face! Aah the Ragnvindr genes are strong,"

"What are gea-nes?"

"It's what he got from his parents," You answer, "Crepus sure did a good job on his sons. Even Kaeya was groomed to perfection! The chest window-" Your musings were stopped by a shatter of glass outside the solitary confinement room Klee was being kept in.

You opened the door to see Kaeya himself, frozen in place as Jean hurriedly carries the glass away with anemo.

"Uh- we didn't mean to eavesdrop, your holiness," Kaeya blinks, unsure of how to react to the information you fed him before a sly smirk crosses his face, "Chest window, huh?"

A blush quickly makes its way up your face as you shut the door on him with a loud slam. Oh god oh god he heard you.

"Why did you shut big brother Kaeya out?" Klee looks up at you innocently. You stutter, trying to answer the little girl.

Outside, Kaeya chuckles to Jean about taking a break to visit the tavern. Diluc would love to hear about the divine creator praising Crepus for how he raised his sons.

notes: In appreciation for @chibikiibielle 's reblog comment on my SAGAU from a Diluc simp drabble! ((for some reason I can't tag you :) but hope you see this!))

masterlist

[rosesrflo]

Hello ! I've recently finished watching yuumori and was really hoping to see HC about several of the characters. I really love Liam btw ... That man has me wrapped in his fingers I swear 😳! Could I please request (if you have time ^^) Sherlock and Liam ( add anyone else you want too , ) with a s/o who has terminal illness and hasn't told them because they don't want to worry them but they catch them while taking them at some point ?

Feat; Sherlock, William (MTP). Genre; angst no comfort

Prompt; ❛❛Why didn’t you tell me?!❞ Warnings; fainting, GN!reader, bleeding

Desc; IN WHICH your illness begins to take a toll on you more and more, until one day your little secret gets uncovered by the one you didn’t want to find out.

SHERLOCK;

Good luck slipping past this man and his range of medical knowledge, you saw how he examined that corpse on ‘The Noahtic.’

But say you did manage to hide your illness from him.

He may have suspected something was going on with the consistent doctor appointments or maybe the ‘cold medicine’ you always kept from his reach might have gotten him thinking as well.

Despite him questioning all these things, he didn’t overthink it.

Until you suddenly collapsed in the middle of a case.

You were brought along like usual to investigate a scene but it turns out the criminal snuck back into the scene to get rid of evidence, a stupid move, really. Because now you, John and Sherlock were sprinting on their heels.

Long distance running and straining your body in general had its consequences, it seems like you had forgotten until it was too late.

The moment your body began falling, Sherlock froze in his tracks to catch you. He’d probably examine your state but it was no use with how shaky his hands were.

Is absolutely terrified for your well-being, luckily John is a seasoned medic fresh from war - like he did when he first met Sherlock, he’d check your pulse then examine your physical state.

You hadn’t sustained any injuries and nothing was wrong with your respiratory system, one thing irked him though; why was your heart racing so fast?

They’d ask you about it later, it’s probably nothing.

“(y/n)…What a joke!” Sherlock grinned, throwing back his head in an amused manner. There was absolutely no way you were truly ill, right? if you wanted to trick him, you’d have to try a lot harder than that.

You swallowed thickly, “Sherly it’s not-it’s not a joke.” The words rolled off of your tongue in such a way that he paused.

He felt his lips part slightly, Sherlock was never good with relationships and he found himself calling you a blessing for staying by his side, you had grown on him and the idea of you no longer being with him terrified him to no ends.

But now possibilities have become reality.

“How much longer do you have?” “Eight months.”

Reaching out to comfort you or Sherlock, you didn’t know - you just wanted him except he..stepped back from your outstretched hand, “Please don’t go, i just didn’t want to be a burden to you.“

His eyes burned with something you couldn’t recognise.

“If you didn’t want to be a burden, you should’ve told me before!”

WILLIAM;

Like Sherly, he’d have his suspicions, only instead of brushing it off he’d try to test his theories out.

Since Louis was sick when he was younger, Will would notice the smallest things you do that his brother had done.

From the random attacks to the constant coughing, it scared him a lot more than most would think it would. To go through the pain of not knowing if someone you love was going to make it through the night.

You often deny his subtle observations when questioned.

One night when William was out later than usual, you gave up trying to hide everything, coughing up blood into a handkerchief became a nightly routine for you when no one was around.

Cringing at the sight of blood, your hands folded it and threw it in the bin.

Well, it was a bit of a surprise when Louis fished out a bright red stained handkerchief from the trash, he’d asked William about it and his first thought went to his subordinates that were most likely using it to dress their wounds.

Your lover waved it off, but when he observed it more closely, a sudden thought flashed red flags - isn’t that the handkerchief that (y/n) always tucked into their coat?

Don’t be surprised when you find it laying on your desk along with William leaning casually against your doorframe.

“A lovely handkerchief, shame there’s blood on it, I wonder how that happened.” William flashed you an almost unnoticeable look, you could’ve sworn his eyes glinted for a second.

Your fingernails dug into your palms.

William uncrossed his arms and gently grabbed your hands, wiping the blood spilling from your skin with his own hands, “You’re hurting yourself, dear…however, I must say, your blood looks awfully similar to that on the handkerchief.”

Your pupils dilated a large extent, his red eyes flickered to your horror filled face. “You knew.”

Once you stated those words it was all over for you, “Knew what? That you’re sick? That you lied to me?” Something in his expression was unusual, it was unfamiliar, it was not a face William would make.

The two of you stood in silence as he looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry.” God knows that neither of you would forget this moment until the day you died.

Which came far sooner than anticipated.

i’m sorry that this came out way more angsty/vague that expected, but I didn’t really know how to write it, enjoy anyways! - I hope you have a good day/night though <3

[ghostlysenses]

The Grave in the Shack.

Hi how are you? I just had an idea for an sbi fanfic so imagine like the reader is dying and they say “the last time you held me like this was when I was a kid” while they laugh it off. I know it doesn’t make much sense but I tried- hope you are having a good day/afternoon/night make sure to drink water and eat something :) 🏃‍♀️

Im good!!! how r u? and also i love this!

Mmmm might make this sadder c: but with a happy kind of ending

cried while making this

TW: cussing, death, blood, long

SBI x younger! reader!

Requested by @imkindalostrn

You always ate breakfast with your family.

Wilbur would sit on your left, Techno on your right, and Tommy and dad in front of you.

You were the youngest in the family

so naturally they were all very protective of you and would kill anyone who literally breathed wrong near you.

After breakfast you and Tommy went outside to play in the snowy tundra

You and tommy built snow castles

made snow angles

and had amazing snowball fights

Wilbur watched from the window

Techno watched from the porch

and Philza was relaxing in the living room

“Y/N! come look!”

you raced to tommy as he pointed at the ice, you could see some fish swimming around

you looked in awe

you and Tommy spent so much time together, you two were inseparable

If only he didn’t allow you separate from him that day...

After looking at the fishes, Tommy wanted to play a game of ball, you guys like to play soccer, even when its cold.

You and Tommy had a fun few rounds, him barely beating you.

At some point though

Tommy kicked the ball in the forest on accident

“Ill go get it y/-“

“Ive got it!”

you started running before he could even finish.

he laughed a bit and let you go get the ball

but when you didn’t come back after 2 minutes he.. he got kinda scared

He walked into the forest, and after about 5 minutes he found you

Bloody

crying

claw marks on your stomach

laying on the ground

breathing

but slowly

he immediately got out his communicator

he messaged

“hlp y/n hurtget here ASAP” (yes just like that)

with the cords

As soon as everyone looked at their communicator they were up.

Techno stood up and RAN like he was the flash

dodging everything that was in his way like it was nothing

mans used his trident to VOULT himself over things

the voices were screaming “Help them! Kill whomever hurt them, we need them, we love them to much to let them die” and over his voices were his own thoughts

“They can’t die, they dont know how much they mean to me, if they dont live, i dont know what ill do with myself”

As soon as techno got up Wilbur did too.

HE FUCKING JUMPED OUT OF HIS WINDOW

AND ONTO THE ROOF

THEN OFF THE FUCKING ROOF AND ONTO THE GROUND

(its safe dw its not to high up)

MAN SPRINTED TO THE LOCATION

he was crying

“please be okay, please be okay” was all that we was thinking

Wilbur knows how much you must be panicking right now... and he wants nothing more than to be there and tell you its okay

Once Techno started running was when Philza stood up, mans ran so hard out the front door he TRIPPED.

He got up and opened his wings to fly to you

every memory of you flashing in his head

from you laying on his chest as baby, sleeping blissfully as he watched you with adoration

to yesterday when you were hitting Wilbur with a spoon

“My baby...” was all that he was thinking

When they finally arrived they saw Tommy trying to stop the bleeding but it was to much.

Techno used a healing potion but you had already lost so much blood

Wilbur could see you were crying, that there was still some fear in your eyes no matter how calm you looked, he grabbed your hand right away... trying to comfort you.

Then there was philza, he was cradling you like someone would a baby.

He was crying

everyone knew at that moment

there was no saving you.

You looked at your brothers and smiled, then stared up at your dad.

“the last time you held me like this I was a baby!” you laughed a bit, blood spitting up.

You smiled at him

“I love you...all of you... my family...”

You closed your eyes, a smile on your face...

that was the last time they heard your voice.

Philza held your corpse closer to him, sobbing harshly... “My baby....my little angel...please..”

His world came crashing down on him, the worst thing that can ever happen to a parent is the loss of their child.

Techno’s breathing hitched.

He remembers when you were just a baby.

You were a small fragile thing and he swore to be there for you.

The small little runt that sat as his feet while he braided their hair

was now gone...

Wilbur was in complete shock.

His mind couldn’t comprehend anything that just happened.

His baby sibling who he would make lullaby’s for was suddenly gone.

This is a reason why he would go insane in pogtopia later.

Tommy

Tommy blamed himself for ages

Maybe if he didnt kick that ball

maybe if he went to grab it

maybe...

He misses you

You were the only person who understood him and was on his side.

He doesnt know what to do without you.

You were buried near the house.

Philza made a small clearing near the house

He built a small shack around it with a fire place and lanterns, it was homely.

“To keep their spirit warm forever” thats what he said when he was questioned why it was there.

Nobody in the family ever provided context of how you died.

They only said cryptic things like

“they’re in the shack, like always”

“We/I love them”

“We/I visit them a lot”

“We/I bring them gifts on holidays”

“They liked the snow”

etc

they actually did spend holidays in that small shack, when asked why theyd always say

“Holidays are for the family”

they would still get you gifts too

before wilbur blew up l’manberg he visited you

“I love you very much... ill see you soon”

After that

ghostbur would ask around for you

once he figured out, he remembered what happened and would once again return to being cryptic abt it.

he visited a lot and would also join in during hoildays

Philza left for L’manburg at some point

he still visited you as much as he could though

even after killing wilbur

He still went to holiday gatherings

but when he was on house arrest he was pissed

he wanted to see you

and everytime he begged to be out and asked why he would just say “please! they need me! they need me..”

They wouldn’t let him out

but when he would sneak out he visited you

Fundy knew why he wanted to leave, hell he’s been to the shack himself when he was younger

he heard many stories about you...

and he felt bad for not letting philza visit you.

When the butcher army came to techno and saw the shack

they all walked in, thinking it was a storage area

but when the were met with a grave with unopened gifts around it from many years and even ones to this year... they were...

saddened...

they didnt know what happened to you but your grave brought them to tears

‘Y/N M/N Minecraft

An amazing family member,

Singer and piano player

Dueling fighter and story listener

Sibling and explorer

Child and angel

We love you and miss you

never stop brighting the world up

with your smile’

they wiped their tears though and went to techno.

but before they brought him to l’manburg

Quackity looked at tubbo and the shack

he nodded

Tubbo lead Techno to the shack and said

“For one last goodbye..”

Techno walked in...

“I promise you ill be safe..for you, i love you”

he kept his promise and returned safely to show you.

When Tommy was exiled and ran away to techno he visited you and would even sleep in the shack sometimes.

He missed you a lot.

he played chirp for you and he promised he would one day play mellohi and cat for you again one day

he knew how much you loved them.

He would always visit for holidays but never regularly

but after he got his discs back

he kept his promise and played them for you.

They loved you

and promised they would do anything it takes to get you back.

You mean a lot to this world and them

and when Tommy came to them (Philza, techno, Ghostbur) telling them that dream has a revive book and they need to get you back.

they were ecstatic and couldn’t agree more

[baroquebucky]

touch

soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there

series masterlist // next

part one

word count: 1.7k

masterlist

a/n: hi bffs !! hope u all enjoy this !! i am a sucker for soulmate au’s <3 let me know what u guys think and if u guys want a part 2 !!!

Bucky awoke to the sound of the guards unlocking the door, the metal creaking as Alexander Pierce walked in, waving the guards off to leave the two alone.

“you have another mission today” the man spoke smoothly, bucky getting up from his small bed and staring at the man infront of him, “you need to finish this before it gets out of hand” pierce spoke, eyeing the soldier as he stared blankly ahead.

“Do you understand?” He questioned, bucky looked at him, nodding his head silently as the guards took him out, taking him to get ready for his mission.

He had stopped resisting, he had nothing left, he couldn’t remember much and he had no idea who he even was. Bucky followed the motions, suiting up and grabbing his weapons alongside the other HYDRA agents.

You frowned at steve and natasha, grumbling to yourself as Sam let you into the house.

“im y/n, sorry about these two” you smiled at the man, extending your hand out and turning to your two friends.

“thank you for coming y/n, we really need you” Steve spoke, natasha nodding in agreement as she dried her hair slowly.

“yeah, yeah everyone always needs me” you joked, sitting next to them and rubbing your eyes, “woke me up from my nap so this better be good” you spoke, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

Steve and natasha explained the situation, telling you what they knew about the winter soldier, you soaked in the information, attempting to google him but coming up with almost nothing.

“hm, so you want me to do what, exactly” you questioned, looking at the trio staring back at you.

“fight with us, help us, we have to stop HYDRA” Steve spoke, looking at natasha before continuing, “i don’t know who to trust and” he sighed, “we know we can trust you, are you in?”

You smiled, getting up and pulling the three in for a hug, sams eyes going wide.

“of course I’m in, i care about you guys too much to let you die alone” you chuckled, pulling away, looking at Sam before speaking up, “no ones dying by the way, right?”

The four of you were on the rooftop, getting information out of Sitwell, laughing when natasha kicked him off.

“What about that girl from accounting, Laura?” Natasha spoke, looking at Steve as he thought about the woman’s name.

“Lillian! Lip piercing right?” Natasha nodded and Steve shook his head.

“yeah I’m not ready for that” you laughed at the two lightly.

“you should get with the time have a little fun!” You teased, Natasha smiling as you sided with her, nodding her head excitedly.

As Sam brought Sitwell back you began the interrogation, threatening to throw the man off for good is he didn’t start talking. Your eyes were steely and they let you handle him, getting all the information you needed.

“i didn’t know you could be so-” sam stopped, trying to find the right words.

“evil?” Natasha offered.

“terrifying?” Steve chuckled and Sam nodded.

“Insight launched in 16 hours” you spoke up, checking your phone, Natasha nodded speaking up after you, “we’re cutting it kinda close here.”

Steve looked ahead with furrowed brows nodding his head, “well use him to bypass the DNA scans and bypass the helicarriers directly.”

Sitwell scoffed next to you, blabbering on about you something, you rolled your eyes, going to say something when someone reached through the window and threw him out, your eyes going wide.

“what the fuck!” You screeched, looking up and seeing who you assumed was the winter soldier.

Your eyes were wide as you stared out the windshield, a tug in your chest as you saw him sliding across the concrete, steadying himself with his metal arm.

Natasha pulled her gun out, aiming at the man. A car rear ended you, pushing you forward and knocking your wind out. The soldier jumped atop the car, holding on tight as the truck behind you pushed you all foward.

Sam pressed on the breaks, trying to steer away from the other cars. A metal hand reached through the windshield and tore the steering wheel out from his grasp.

“shit!” Sam yelled, eyes wide as the car drove into another, Natasha reaching her gun and shooting in hopes of hitting the masked man.

Steve grabbed onto the three in the front, looking back at you with wide eyes.

“go!” You yelled, scrambling to open the door before the car crashed into the wall.

“hang on!” Steve called, jumping out, with you bracing yourself for the impact seconds after, you flew out the door, hitting the ground with a thud.

You ran to join natasha and Sam, ducking behind cars to avoid the bullets, finally pulling out your pocket knife and hitting one of the men in the chest, running again as they shot at you three even more.

You and natasha jumped down, holding onto her as she shot something under the bridge to swing from.

The two of you landed safely, you pointed to the shadow of the solider, running alongside her to shoot at the man.

You both aimed and fired, hitting his giggled and causing him to turn back. You let out a sigh, hoping they would give you a minute to recover. You both ran for cover as he leaned back over, machine gun in hand and shooting wildly.

“fucks sake” you let out, breathless as you aimed to shoot back at him, running for cover once again, hiding behind the parked cars. Your eyes focusing on the bus steve had fallen into, relief flooding your body when you saw him jumping out and hiding behind the shield safely, eyes moving to the highway and seeing Sam shooting from above.

“I’m gonna leave this recording here, ill sneak up behind him and then you try and get him, we can double team him” Natasha spoke, you nodded, letting her record the memo before setting it down and running.

Your heart raced as you saw the soldier approach the vehicle, waiting for the right moment to strike. As Natasha ran to tackle him from behind you noticed the amount of people still around you, the explosion next to you sending people flying.

“shit” you mumbled, running to help them as Natasha held her own.

“get out of the way! Run! Get out of here” you yelled, pointing at those in frenzy to run in the opposite direction, you glanced over your shoulder, Natasha being thrown into a car.

As you turned to help her you noticed a little girl crying, alone. You debated for a second before running up to her, taking her in your arms and handing her off to some random adult who was fleeing.

Natasha had messed the man arm up, joining her in her sprint as you all yelled for people to move and to take cover. You heard the whirl of a bullet and natasha groan, doubling over next to a car.

“take of her!” Steve yelled, holding off the soldier. You let eyes were wide, putting pressure on Natasha wound and looking around.

“you’re gonna be fine” you told her, looking into the car and breaking the window with your elbow, opening the compartment in the passengers seat and smiling when you found a first aid kit.

“come on” you mumbled, moving her gently and cleaning the wound, doing your best with what little you had. You tried to bandage her, the sound of the bullets hitting Steve’s shield making your hands shake.

“go help them, I’ll be fine” Natasha groaned out, you hesitated before nodding, running to where Steve was.

You hid behind a car, watching as he shoved a knife into a van, barely missing Steve’s head.

You jumped from behind the car as Steve reached to grab his shield, hitting the metal armed man, you used your body weight to twist him back.

Visions flashed in your eyes, quick flashes of a man with a charming smile and beautiful blue eyes. The sound of laughter echoing in your ears as the mask fell besides you. You saw the two of you cuddled up on a couch, you saw two two of you watching a sunset while on a picnic, giggles falling from your mouth.

Bucky saw it too, his mind flashing with pictures of a life he didn’t recognize, seeing you, his mission in them. He saw you cuddled at his side, he saw you on a stage together singing with lyrics on a screen, he saw the two of you rescuing a white cat from the rain. Bucky saw you holding out a present for him, a bright smile on you face, he saw you throwing flour at him in a kitchen, cookies baking in an over.

He stayed on the ground, memories who he used to be flooding his mind, hope of who he could become clouding his judgement.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he looked up at you, standing in front of Steve with an equally shocked look on your face.

“it’s you” you breathed out, your heart tugging in your chest as your eyes met his blue ones, they were cloudy and they were broken but god, you already loved them.

“it’s you” he whispered. A year rolling down his face before HYDRA agents surrounded you all.

“Bucky?” Steve spoke, finally getting a good look at the man.

The super soldier stayed quiet, panic in his eyes and he looked at you, setting his weapon down. You made a move to run to him, but Sam flew in, knocking him feet away from you, Natasha soon launching a grenade.

“no!” You screamed, running to where he was. He was gone.

“No! Please i just found him no!” You cried, sinking to you knees, Sam ran over to you, holding you tightly as you sobbed, agents surrounding the four of you and telling you all to get down on your knees.

You sobbed into sams chest, only leaving his embrace when the agents ripped you from him.

Buckys eyes were wide as he sat in the chair, his heart racing as he recalled your face, your hair. He recalled the flashes he saw, his future with you.

He had something to hold onto, he had something to fight for, someone to survive for. He thought about the man who was next to you, he was familiar, he was in his old memories.

Buckys mind raced, knowing they would wipe his memories, he soaked in every last detail, praying he could hold onto to what he had after they wiped him.

He could hold onto you, his hope.

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Onesie Weather

On the third day of Tropemas, hyperfixed-gvf gave to me:

A fluffy college AU friends-to-lovers with Joshy.

Christmas Song Pairing: “Mistletoe” by Justin Bieber

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Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 2k

Josh: I am going to Walmart right now. Stay away.

Noted. Get puffcorn.

Your annual Christmas onesie party was approaching its fourth birthday, that night, actually – a fact that made you sad and smile at the same time. The winter before graduation filled you with a dread that you could not even begin to explain, but now, with the Christmas onesie party tradition being threatened by distance and the uncertainty of jobs and other adult things, there was an added air of nostalgia stuffing up your shared apartment.

You’d gotten your onesie the week before, immediately drawn to a navy blue, mistletoe-print one that said ‘KISS ME’ on the front and was complete with a fake sprig of mistletoe attached to a stem on the edge of the hood – a nice combination of goofy and flirty, just like Josh.

It also unbuttoned in the back, making it easy access for bathroom breaks and…other stuff.

Not that you and Josh had ever done…other stuff.

But still, the option was there. You were loathe to admit that you’d fallen into the category of ‘I fell in love with my best friend’ somewhere within the near four years you’d known him. The only thing was, you weren’t entirely sure if it was platonic or romantic love.

You didn’t get ill feelings of jealousy when he went on dates, but there was a pang of longing that lingered in the back of your brain – wondering just what his hand would feel like stroking across the skin of your lower back, what his lips would feel like against yours, what his weight would feel like cuddled against you in a non-platonic way.

You wanted him to be happy, and you figured the difficulty you had identifying your feelings for him were rooted in that innate desire to see him happy – not wanting to risk your own happiness in the process, though, either.

Josh: I FOUND THE PERFECT ONE

Josh: YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT

Josh: I’m so excited. Grabbing snacks, will be home in a half hour

You smiled at his enthusiasm and let yourself garner the same excitement about the night, wanting to have as much fun as possible. You scooped the cookie dough onto the baking sheets you had out, and had just slid them in the oven when you heard the lock on the door turn.

“Close your eyes!” Josh yelled from the living room. You did as he asked and giggled when you heard him thunder past in a full sprint. “Okay, I’m in my room! I’m gonna change, let me know when you’re ready!”

“Wait, Josh, I still have cookies in the oven! I can’t just leave them.”

His door shut and you knew he either hadn’t heard you or he had heard you but didn’t care. Your timer still had 11 minutes left, and sure enough, not even two minutes later, Josh’s door swung open against the wall just down the hall.

“Are you ready?!” he asked excitedly.

You had to yell from the kitchen so that you didn’t violate the ‘no-peeking’ pact. “No! I’m not changed yet and the cookies still have 10 minutes left. I told you not to change, but you didn’t listen.”

A dramatic groan sounded from his direction. “Y/N,” he whined. “The one year I actually find a onesie worthy of our Christmas night, and you make me wait.”

“You’re such a baby,” you scoffed, leaning against the counter, ready to converse with him long-distance. “Do you think it’ll be dark enough for the light race?”

“Oh yeah. I was kinda glad my review group ran late, because I knew it would give us more darkness.”

The two of you loved the element of anticipation, and so it became that instead of just closing your eyes, you also had to race in the dark – in your onesie, that was – to the light switch. It added an element of competition to the night of otherwise non-competitive activities like eating snacks, watching Christmas movies, and making fun of the other’s onesie.

“Was that for your Spanish Film class?”

You heard movement in the hall and when he spoke again, his voice was closer – right around the corner. “Yeah. I should have retaken Spanish 101 when I had the chance,” he sighed wistfully.

You laughed. “We told you Spanish 200 was too big a jump.” We being you, his twin brother, and his guidance counselor.

“Hey, I took Spanish in high school! How was I supposed to know that the 200 level that was labeled as doable for students who took Spanish in high school wouldn’t apply to me?”

“You said you only took two years in high school, and that they were in your first two years. How in the world does that translate to Spanish 200? Stop acting like you didn’t ignore literally every piece of advice given to you. You had it coming,” you teased.

You heard him make a raspberry from the other side of the wall. “Yeah, okay, Spanish dropout.”

“I know when to cut my losses,” you defended. “Languages aren’t my thing and that’s okay.”

He let out a fake cough. “Dropout,” he coughed, clearing his throat. He must have anticipated your faux-offended expression (or heard the warning in your, ‘hey!’) because he laughed and said, “Sorry, must be the weather.”

“I’ll go right ahead and break the ‘no-peeking’ pact if it means I can hit you, Joshua.”

“You wouldn’t,” he gasped. “Of all that’s sacred and holy in this household.”

“That’s what makes it the best ammunition,” you sang. You checked the timer. Two minutes left. “Hey, I’m going to throw you a couple of bowls for the snacks if you’ll put ‘em on the coffee table.”

“Gotta close you eyes.”

You rolled them instead. “I’ll be turned around, I promise.”

The cabinet full of popcorn bowls rattled around while you fished two of the out, throwing them out onto the carpet. “Okay, you’re safe.”

His feet landed heavily on the ground as he presumedly got up from his position on the wall. The timer went off just as you heard him opening a couple of snack bags.

“Go back to your room and wait there when you’re done, I gonna transfer these to a cooling rack and then I’ll turn off the light and go change.”

“Sounds good, mama. Don’t look again, I’m on the move.” You heard him trot back to his room and close the door, his muffled voice telling you even further that the coast was clear.

Once all the cookies were laid in nice little rows, you flicked the switch in the living room and then went to change – shucking your sweats and t-shirt off in favor of a pair of light pajama shorts and a tank top, knowing that you were bound to get hot in the fuzzy onesie.

You debated whether you should race hood up or hood down, but you wanted Josh to get the full effect, so you flipped the hood up and went to knock on Josh’s door.

“Okay, I’m ready! I’m gonna count to three in my room, and then it’s on! No cheating,” you told him through the door.

“Do it, woman!” he responded, and you could tell he was nearly jumping out of his skin in anticipation – you couldn’t blame him, your heart had taken up a rapid pace of its own.

You shut your door, leaving your hand lingering on the knob, and yelled, “One, two, THREE,” before throwing the door open again, Josh’s shadow doing the same from the door right next to yours.

You had the immediate lead, but Josh’s hand caught your sleeve only a few steps out of the door, and as hard as you tried to shake him off, breathlessly giggling all the while, he pulled you back behind him. His laughter bounced off the walls as he attempted to dodge the kicks you were aiming at his ankles, but in the dark, he was also trying not to run into anything, so he was downed eventually, falling with a heavy ‘oof’ and catching your own ankle as you tried to pass him.

“No!” you screeched, scrabbling away and clawing at the carpet, but Josh’s grip didn’t falter and he used you to push himself up, but with your returned grip on the soft material of his onesie, it culminated in him dragging you up with him from the ground, and remaining distance was a mutual struggle that saw elbows flying and legs intertwining and hands pushing until you both reached the light switch at the same time, but your fingers found it on the wall first, flicking it on and turning with a triumphant grin.

“I totally won that ti—”

You stopped in your tracks, the fake mistletoe hanging from your hood bouncing at the top of your field of vision. Well, at least you thought it was yours. But looking back at you with just as shocked an expression was Josh, dressed in the same navy blue, mistletoe-print onesie, complete with the fake sprig of mistletoe hanging on the end of a stem that was currently tapping yours as if you were two fighting swordfish.

He grinned, wide and excited. “No way.”

You laughed in return, almost in disbelief. “I suppose we should be more surprised this hasn’t happened before. We shop at the same Walmart. What a cowinkydink – we’ll have to get a picture!”

You began to walk in order to get your phone from the kitchen, but Josh moved to block you, a small, nervous smile on his lips. “Hold on just a sec. Aren’t you forgetting something?” He pointed up and your eyes strayed to the two mistletoes nestled between you, heart squeezing and picking up again. “I think this definitely means that we should kiss. Maybe even two times.”

You swallowed, grinning at his offer. “I dunno,” you teased, “are you sure it doesn’t count as a double negative?”

He tugged on material just below your ‘KISS ME.’ “Absolutely not,” he said, sliding one hand around you. You didn’t think about it as you met him halfway, lips softly pressing against yours. Perhaps there were no fireworks or choirs of singing angels, but that soft kiss in matching onesies standing in the middle of your living room resolved all disputes of whether the feelings you felt were platonic or romantic.

There was no way a platonic love could inspire what you were feeling in that moment. You pulled back, smiling. “I think you’re right, double mistletoe calls for double kisses,” you said, leaning back in to reconnect your lips.

The second kiss wasn’t as soft and sweet as the first one, both of you opening your mouths just a bit to taste – Josh’s salty snack to your sweet cookie dough.

His hands wandered – innocently, perhaps in location, but in regard to intent, not so much. Around your waist, fiddling with the buttons on the back of the onesie that he knew about because he boasted the same ones, smoothing his thumbs over the sides of your hips.

You broke away again, this time a little breathless. He tried to follow your lips, but you laughed and turned your head, letting his catch your cheek instead, and he pouted.

“Come on, we’re not abandoning our senior year Christmas night just because of a kiss,” you said, attempting to placate him. “We can explore…whatever this is more after cookies and snacks and movies.” You nuzzled into his neck, placing a soft kiss to the skin there, and he hugged you to him.

“I can’t assure you that I’ll make it through the movie, but I should have known,” he said, pulling back to wink at you – and with the addition of a smile, you felt a bad pun coming on – “onesie I started kissing you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

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