#i don’t want to give away too much but the price scenes are making me FUCKING sob

[uhohdad]

Tbh, I think watching a live feed or Ruby and price would be just as entertaining as watching the match

1000% agree & we are going to see lots of their perspective (and Konig’s POV) in THE AFTERMATH

⌞ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[charliemwrites]

1fur1 Price part 2

(Sorry if this isn’t, like, spectacular. It’s been a minute since I wrote for this au)

The house is getting an upgrade. Two wolf dogs was a cozy situation, but manageable. The addition of a third, especially one as big as Konig, was pushing it. Like, really pushing it.

Now that Skipper has adopted himself into the family…

Not that you mind, of course. Skipper has been a bit of a blessing in furry disguise. You know that “Alpha Dog” dynamics aren’t an actual Thing with wolves, but if they were, you think Skipper would be it.

He must have some sort of shepherd in his blood because he wrangles the rest of the boys masterfully. They spend too long in the yard, he’s barking and nipping and rounding them up. Johnny’s being too insistent about “sharing” your food, he’s inserting himself between you two. Ghost and Johnny get rambunctious, he’ll tolerate it for a couple minutes but then he’s breaking it up with a grumble — especially if they’re acting up inside.

You appreciate the help.

It’s not that the boys don’t listen to you. They do! With almost perfect obedience. But it can still be overwhelming to keep an eye on everyone all the time.

“Oh darling, why is it always you?” you sigh, scratching at Konig’s chin. Receive a whine in return.

Your poor sensitive guy. Stepped on a bee in the yard, it seems. The vet cooed over him, gave him some meds, and now he’s all but collapsed in an anxiety-exhausted heap by the fireplace.

Johnny is pacing behind you, making upset noises and nosing at your elbow.

“I know you’re worried, bud,” you soothe over your shoulder. “He’s alright.”

You’re working a sock over Konig’s bandages so that he doesn’t pick at them. Johnny takes that as an invitation to insert himself into the mix, bumping into your shoulder hard. Your hand pushes into konig’s paw as you catch your balance and he yelps. The noise surprises you, scares you, hands jerking back.

Skipper is on him in an instant, teeth on his scruff and yanking him away from you and Konig. For once, Johnny resists, yelping and whining crying.

“Jesus, enough!” You raise your voice a bit to be heard over all the canine yelling. Get a hand in Skipper’s scruff and give him a shake. “Release.”

He does, though not without an indignant growl, twisting around to glare at you. You didn’t even know dogs could glare with so much indignation.

“What are you gonna do, bite me?” you challenge, hand still buried in his fur. “Grow up.”

You turn to Johnny, who’s making a great show of looking pathetic, tail down and ears back.

“Got to bed,” you instruct, pointing with your other hand to the cushion Ghost is on. Those two are thick as thieves, you’re sure Johnny will feel better after some cuddles. Sure enough, Johnny drags his feet over to ghost, who grumbles as he makes room for the other dog.

You let Skipper go, who makes a big scene of shaking off. But he doesn’t go making trouble with Johnny, so you let him be. Which leaves Konig, who isn’t making eye contact with anyone.

“You alright, baby boy?” you croon. He licks your offered hand.

You manage to finish getting the sock on in peace, dropping a kiss to the scar on his forehead.

“My little trooper, good boy,” you murmur.

With him settled, you sit back with a sigh. Skipper is sitting, looking mighty offended. You groan.

“I’m sorry, honey,” you offer, extending a hand to him. “I was just stressed and all that fussing freaked me out. I know you were just trying to help.”

A long, long look at your palm. And then he sighs and sets his chin in your hand. You waste no time scritching along his jaw, coaxing him closer until you can leave kisses all over his muzzle and forehead.

“Big strong boy,” you coo, grinning into his ears when you see his tail sweeping slowly back and forth. Like he doesn’t want you to notice. “Such a good helper. Thank you, handsome.”

Peace restored, you settle onto the couch until dinner time.

So yes, four wolf-hybrids is pushing it on space.

—

You’re being minded.

It would be funnier if your dog wasn’t better at taking care of you than you are.

“You must have been in service dog training or something,” you muse, accepting the pill bottle from Skipper’s mouth. “Someone wanted you to work.”

And work he does.

If it’s not helping you keep the boys in line, it’s patrolling the yard with Ghost. Or nudging you to eat at mealtimes. Or putting you to bed. Hes a busy boy, hardly ever settles on the couch with the rest at night for snuggle time.

And when you do strong arm him into it, his ears are perked at every little noise, ready to protect.

There’s also this. The bringing you meds. (You try not to think about how he managed to get into the cabinet. Maybe you left them out on the counter?) Or sometimes he picks up things you’ve dropped, like pens or keys or even your phone.

It’s sweet, but you worry he’s bored. When you do buy him enrichment toys though, he gives them a perfunctory sniff, then leaves them for one of the others. (Johnny in particular loves the treat puzzles.) So you figure he’s stimulated enough, considering bored dogs usually tear into anything and everything.

“You know I’m supposed to take care of you right?” You tease, patting his big, sturdy side. “I take care of everyone here. You’re my boys.”

Skipper snorts and sits down, watching you, eyes pinging between your face and the pills. You huff, amused despite yourself.

“Alright, alright! Rude mutt.”

A little “boof” — agreement or offense? You amuse yourself with anthropomorphizing his noises while you chug water with your meds.

“See? Done. Ta-da!” You say when they’re done.

Another “boof” and then he’s trotting off. Pauses to give you a significant look. You check the time. Right, it’s lunchtime. Best to take meds with food anyway.

“I’m coming,” you groan, shuffling after him.

All the dogs are waiting for you in the kitchen, big eyes and perked ears.

“Look at you lot,” you laugh, dropping a scratch to Ghost’s head as you pass. “What is this, an intervention. I’m not giving you guys enough peanut butter?”

Skipper ignores you, taking his usual place at the entrance to the kitchen. A good vantage point to keep an eye on you and the rest of the house. He only accepts a little bit of shared food after everyone else gets a bite. You hum as you consider all of them, crammed into your kitchen because they’re a clingy lot.

“Might be time for a move, guys,” you sigh. “Or maybe another story.”

You glance at the ceiling with dread. Either way, you’re not looking forward to it.

Main Story | Price pt.1 | Gaz

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[inkspiredwriting]

Flirting Flops and Jealousy Jokes

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Five Hargreeves and his wife, Y/n, had a playful and competitive relationship, always trying to outdo each other in various games and pranks. One afternoon, Five, feeling a bit mischievous, decided to test the waters of jealousy. His plan? Flirt with another woman and see how Y/n would react.

“I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” Five muttered to himself, adjusting his collar as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. “Just enough to make her a little jealous.”

They were at a café with some friends, including Klaus, who was already sipping a fancy cocktail and eyeing the other patrons with a knowing smirk. Five scanned the crowd and spotted a woman sitting alone at the bar, engrossed in a book. She seemed like a safe target for his little experiment.

With a casual stride, Five approached the woman at the bar. He flashed a charming smile and said, “Hello there. You look like you’re enjoying your book.”

The woman glanced up, clearly taken by surprise. “Oh, hi. Yes, it’s really interesting.”

“Mind if I join you?” Five asked, leaning against the bar with what he hoped was a suave demeanor.

The woman seemed slightly flustered but nodded. “Sure, I guess.”

Five launched into a series of light compliments and small talk, keeping an eye on Y/n from the corner of his vision. She was chatting with Klaus but noticed Five’s new friend almost immediately. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she excused herself from Klaus, making a beeline for the bar.

Y/n, trying to keep her composure, sauntered over to Five and the woman. She slid her arm around Five’s waist, plastering a sweet smile on her face. “Hey, darling. Who’s your new friend?”

Five, inwardly thrilled that his plan was working, kept his tone nonchalant. “Oh, this is, uh...” He turned to the woman, suddenly realizing he hadn’t gotten her name.

“Linda,” the woman supplied, looking slightly uncomfortable now.

“Yes, Linda,” Five said, trying to regain his composure. “We were just discussing books.”

“Books, huh?” Y/n said, her smile tightening. “Well, Linda, Five here has the most interesting taste in literature. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Five, sensing the tension in Y/n’s voice, tried to smooth things over. “Absolutely. Linda, have you ever read about quantum physics?”

Linda’s eyes widened. “Um, no, not really. I should get going. Nice meeting you both.”

As Linda hurried away, Five turned to face Y/n, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. “Someone jealous, are we?”

Y/n folded her arms, giving him a look that could melt steel. “Jealous? More like annoyed that my husband is trying to flirt with other women.”

Five chuckled, pulling Y/n close. “It was just a little experiment. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Well, congratulations, you got a reaction. And now, you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

“Anything for you, my love,” Five said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “What’s your price?”

“Let’s see,” Y/n pretended to ponder, tapping her chin. “How about you make me dinner tonight? And no takeout. I want the real deal.”

Five groaned playfully. “Fine, but don’t blame me if the kitchen ends up in flames.”

Klaus, who had been watching the whole scene unfold from his spot at the table, burst into laughter. “You two are hilarious. Five, you’re lucky she didn’t dump that cocktail over your head.”

Y/n laughed, poking Five in the ribs. “That’s because I love him too much to waste a good drink.”

Five grinned, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s shoulders as they walked back to join their friends. “And that, my dear, is why you’re the best wife in all the timelines.”

That evening, Five attempted to make a fancy dinner for Y/n, as promised. Despite his best efforts, the kitchen soon resembled a war zone, with flour and sauce splattered everywhere and smoke rising from the oven.

Y/n, sitting at the counter with a glass of wine, watched the chaos with a mix of amusement and affection. “You know, you’re actually kind of cute when you’re trying so hard.”

Five, waving a dish towel at the smoke detector, turned to her with an exasperated smile. “Remind me never to make you jealous again. This is way too much work.”

Y/n laughed, taking another sip of her wine. “Agreed. But it’s the thought that counts.”

Finally, after much trial and error, Five managed to present a somewhat passable meal. They sat down at the table, clinking their glasses together.

“To experiments that backfire,” Y/n toasted, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“And to the most patient and forgiving wife,” Five added, his gaze full of love.

And as they enjoyed their meal, Five realized that no other woman is as wonderful as his.

[taerple]

JOHN PRICE - GIVING HIM A BLOWJOB

— warning: in no way this is meant to sexualize anyone, this is all entertainment purposes only. thanks for reading.

warnings: blowjob’s. harsh language. shit gets extremely wild.

Kneeling down in front of his jeans, maintaining an eye contact with him, he held your hair in a ponytail, while your hands went to open up his belt, pulling down his jeans a bit, you gripped his girth through the cloth making him moan in silence.

Giving a kiss through the cloth, he threw his head back, getting impatient to have your lips around his thick girth, your eyes filled with tears as he’ll thrust his length inside your mouth, using it like his own personal hallway.

Gripping your ponytail, your hands wander around the hem of his boxer, getting excited to see him dripping from his pre-cum, having an eye contact with him. He slightly lifted up his hips to allow you to pull down his jeans along with with his boxers, his cock almost slapping you in the face while you pulled down his boxers.

Gripping his cock with both of your hands, you gave it a little squeeze while giving it kitten licks.

“Take it inside your mouth.” He demanded while his eyes darkened, angling his cock near your mouth, giving you a sign to suck it. Blinking innocently, you gave a kiss on his angry tip, as he softly groaned, taking him half inside your mouth, feeling his tip to your throat already, fresh tears started to show up, bobbing your head in a rhythm.

You choked as his tip touched your uvula, still keeping his cock deep inside your mouth, cupping his balls with your hands, giving them the attention they needed, hollowing his cock deeply. Pulling out, you took some breath while slightly breathing heavily before taking him back inside your mouth, sucking him in a pace which increased than before.

“Aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?” He teased, holding your jaw before dropping you for a moment. “Let me show you what this cock can truly do.” with that, he pulled back and pushed back deep inside your mouth, getting the outline of him through your throat.

Keeping your hands on his thighs, you tapped it continuously, feeling him deep throating you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, hm?” He mumbled while holding your ponytail and continued thrusting inside of you, his hips repeatedly drilling inside you. Making tears run down your eyes, slightly tasting your salty tears, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth, you sucked him harder while rolling your tongue around it as you felt his pre-cum spilling through your throat.

He growled and pulled out, jerking his cock in front of your face, as he sprunt his seeds on your face and mouth as he came hard, collecting his cum through his cock, he pushed it inside your mouth, making you taste himself.

“Don’t you dare waste any of it.” He said before pulling out and wiping your tears away with his harden cock. “We aren’t done yet, love. Now strip.”

—

A/N: I just finished watching SIX and the ending?!… I wish they never cancelled it. that scene got me crying for hours straight:,) iykyk…

[n0tamused]

hi!! i saw that your requests are open so i just wanted to ask if you could write fluffy relationship headcanons of mortefi and aalto with a gn!reader in mind? these two are just so lajdxhanflvksjahsbxjs i really like them a lot <3 (which is why mortefi pls come home pspspspsspsps)

also, i really love your writing!! it induces serotonin and dopamine in me bc 1) characters feel really accurate, 2) the flow and how you write each scene is so smooth and beautifully descriptive, and 3) dialogue feels realistic and natural!! anyways, have a good day!!

A/N: First Aalto request-! Your wish is my command, anon! And thank you so much for your sweet words, they really made my day and reassured me with my writing :) I do hope this can make you happy too, enjoy! <3 And you have a good day too!<3

Aalto:

-Let me say this first- this man has energy for both of you and Encore, he is extroverted so you can rest assured that if you’re not in the mood for much talking that he has you covered. Don’t want to talk to someone? He is talking for you. Don’t feel like running to the store to buy something? He is already getting his boots on. 

-Despite having the energy of being too open, discretion flows through his blood and he would never say anything you wouldn’t like him saying to anyone else. You could say you pushed someone down the stairs and he’d be sitting opposite of you like “oh! okay!” and then pretends he never heard of it

-On the topic of that, if you ever need any information, he is your man to turn to, and all information may be yours for the discounted price of 3 kisses, maybe more if he’s feeling cheeky.

-Loves teasing you and getting into playful banter, it’s the sweetest thing to him. Playful insults too, but if you pretend to be hurt, he comes up to you to “kiss the hurt away” and he just babies you until you break character. If he, by accident, really does hit a nerve he drops the play and apologizes quickly, and would probably feel bad about it for longer than he’d let on, but you’d know by the abundance of gifts and the fact he wants to do about everything for you 

-He also loves to get a little rough,  nothing serious but along with the verbal banter he likes a little bit of a tussle. Interlacing your fingers and pushing and pulling, laughing along with you until one of you loses your balance or yields. Loves to playfight with you in bed too, before you two go to sleep until he traps you in an embrace that you’ll have to fall asleep in

-He can be a pretty hard sleeper, so good luck trying to get out of his hold. He can be easy to wake, he has a sixth sense for danger too

-Despite his big and extroverted demeanor, sometimes he wishes for nothing more but an evening of silence with his head in your lap, sighing softly as you card your fingers through his hair, smiling if you decide to kiss his forehead

-Encore is your big bonding point. She comes with Aalto like a bonus package, and as chaotic as she can be she is really sweet and loves whoever uncle Aalto trusts enough to be his partner

-Sometimes she stays over, and a lot of times you can see her indulge in making little trinkets, some of them which are for you, some for others

-Even at her young age she has lots of stories to share, and her and Aalto make one hell of a story-teller duo

-Aalto does need to go out to business a lot, and sometimes it takes him days to get what he was sent out to do, and in all that time he misses his home (you) greatly

-He can’t guarantee to send you letters in this time period, as even a small mistake can mean doom of his mission, but he does promise to try, if only to lessen your own worries

Mortefi:

-A relationship Mortefi isn’t difficult, and it can be classified as quite the low maintenance. This does not mean he doesn’t love you or give you your due attention and love, it’s just that both of you are busy with your work and separate lives. You two just seem to never lose that spark no matter how much time you spend apart

-He never liked the idea of combining his love life and work life together into one big mess, he knows it carries its own risks and distractions, and in his field of science that is dangerous. And with this his time management between work and you is impeccable 

-He is there for you when you need him, and his love language is mainly acts of service.

-Words aren’t his forte and he can find it difficult to express his love, he still tries. Perhaps not with his own lips, but he looks for symphonies of his feelings in other songs and melodies before he shows you the one that encapsulates all he feels towards you

-He is the sort of person to send you random article links, be it about something aimed to improve your health, or links to poems or songs. Just drops them or hoards them in your chats..

-Mortefi is a bit sensitive to smells, he really doesn’t like strong odors unless it's those antiseptic chemicals that keep his lab sparkly clean. So he doesn't wear any strong colognes either. It’s the softer smells he wears, musky with woody accents mmmm

-He is a clean freak and can get a bit snappy if he finds his lab messy due to some subordinate’s negligence or if he doesn’t have time to tidy up his home

-He starts huffing and puffing like a mother hen as he stomps around throwing everything into place, tucking every corner back into its place meticulously

-He cleans his own things, and a lot of times goes to tidy your own things since he’s already at it, and really doesn’t like seeing any sort of mess, small or big

-Does gently remind you to pick up after yourself, whether you’re with him and even more so if you’re not with him

-He is an organized hoarder. He has a whole shelf for his little things, some he made and some he got or found while on field expeditions. He is more than happy to tell you about them if you’re curious about their origins or purpose

-He can sometimes spend a lot of time in the office in his home, working on little projects for the kids that would visit the lab soon, and other time he also spends working on gifts for you

-One of the ways he shows his love to you, besides little practical devices, utility belts and multi purpose watches and compasses, is to make you deserts.

-Sweet treats are his specialty but if you he hears you are craving something savory he does know a few recipes that might be to your liking

-Knows how to whip up a bomb medicinal soup btw, that thing can regrow your limbs I’m sure

-Loves to kiss your nape a lot. Especially in those quiet moments when you’re doing something at home and he just comes up behind you, kissing your nape gently and inhaling your scent

-Loves to kiss your head too. It’s just so practical but also shows how tender he can be, how careful and tender his love is. If you’re hugging him he just turns his head and plants his lips to your temple or the top of your head, sometimes he’d lean in and whisper something sweet to you too

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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I was going to write a fic about Lando wanting to wear pretty clothes, but I gave up after a couple scenes. Anyway, here's the only part I kept:

Lando’s fingers twitch nervously as he collects his packages, fiddling with the corners and ducking under the tape sealing the flaps shut, but he’s careful not to accidentally open them where anyone can see. It was already embarrassing enough to ask the concierge for them, and he cringed at the heavily branded boxes. The lady probably now thinks he has a secret girlfriend or something.

It’s nice out in Melbourne, and Lando is more than happy to swap the polo and jeans he wore to the paddock for a new purple v-neck that’s so soft and light to the touch it might disintegrate between his fingers and shorts that are just a tad bit shorter than the ones he ran around the city in. He has already been photographed without his shirt within days of arriving, so if he does bump into someone, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.

But it is really just Lando’s luck that he quite literally smacks into his teammate’s back as he rounds the corner.

Oscar straightens with his bucket of ice, blinks at him, and asks, “Where are you going in such a rush?”

Lando folds his arms over his chest.

“Dinner. Not a foreign concept to you, hopefully.”

“‘Course not.” What is a foreign concept is how Oscar’s gaze keeps drifting south, flickering between the plunging neckline of Lando’s shirt and his upper thighs.

Oh, how interesting, he thinks, amused. Out loud, he asks, “Wanna come with? I have no idea which places are trainer-approved.”

It takes a moment for Oscar to shrug and respond, “Sure, why not. Teammate bonding and such, right?”

Lando gasps and plucks the bucket from Oscar’s hands. He pokes Oscar’s shoulder for good measure. “We’re plenty bonded, mate!” Not as much as he’d like, but still. “Just admit that you’re simply leaping at the idea of spending time with me away from the paddock.”

“I’m going to bring you to a seafood restaurant.”

“Aah! No, no, don't do that. I dressed up so pretty, I even shaved, and you’re not ruining my hard work with, eugh, fish.”

Once again, Oscar’s gaze travels over Lando’s figure, and Lando is incredibly delighted to see red tinting his cheeks. He preens a little, which he cannot be blamed for.

It’s so flattering that it more than makes up for Oscar’s simple affirming, “Hm.”

God, Lando would be so over this whole flirting-not-quite-boyfriends thing if it wasn’t so entertaining. He just hopes that Oscar’s patience doesn’t run out before either one of them gives in and just confesses. He also hopes that he isn’t misreading anything either. That would be fucking humiliating.

The little smiles and full-body laughter Lando regularly receives from him keeps him hopeful at best and delusional at worst.

On the way to Oscar’s hotel room, Lando asks what he planned on doing with the ice, and he only receives a shrug and a mumbled, “You never know when you just need a bucket of ice.”

“That’s fair.”

“Speaking of ice, are you going to be cold in just that? It gets cooler in the evenings, and your circulation sucks.”

“A price I’m willing to pay. Have you considered that maybe your circulation is working overtime? That it might be doing too much?” Lando retorts in lieu of admitting that he didn’t actually think that far ahead in his nervous excitement. A green hoodie promptly hits him in the face.

It’s not McLaren merch. It’s OP81 merch, and it smells like Oscar. Lando resists the urge to ball it up and shove his face into it.

“Just hold onto it if you don’t wanna wear it now,” Oscar says before disappearing into the bathroom. He re-emerges in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that don’t have drawstrings. Lando almost breathes a sigh of relief. Small mercies.

Oscar’s hoodie also ends up being one of those small mercies, and Lando burrows into it comfortably as they take a longer route back to the hotel because the city after dark is nice. Oscar raises an eyebrow at him in his subtly gloating fashion, which Lando ignores in favor of tucking his nose into the collar.

“You look prettier in my hoodie,” Oscar mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. We’re here anyway.”

[arcadiabaytornado]

Chloe Price is such an agonizingly realistic portrayal of grief. 

Her grief isn't beautiful or poetic. It isn't a single tear running down her cheek as she thinks back on the past with a smile. It isn't a quiet pain she bears alone to not "burden" her loved ones. It's not a dull ache that's easy to forget. It's hateful and raw. It's agonizing and seemingly never-ending. It's loud and off-putting. It's grief. A word for when you still have so much love for someone that you can no longer give it to.

That lingering love makes you irrational. Sure, it's not fair for Chloe to blame Joyce or William for his death. William didn't know. He didn't choose to leave her that day, and Joyce didn't know either. She didn't make the decision to take a father from his daughter. Yet, maybe it's easier to blame them, because if it's their fault, then there's a reason. It means his death wasn't just a senseless act by a universe that seems out to get her.

However, that's what his death was. It was a senseless accident. We don't know what happened, but it's never implied the truck driver did it on purpose...it just happened and left Chloe so angry. She doesn't know who to blame but knows she wants to place it somewhere. We see that in this scene. At first, she blames William, then she blames Joyce, then says she has to blame them, or it's her fault, but it's not.  

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Then we have Max, an agonizingly realistic portrayal of someone who doesn't know how to handle their friend's grief. Max grieved William too. However, she could move on from his death, while Chloe stayed in that moment, leaving Max not knowing what to say to bring her back to the present. Because what can she say? Nothing she says will make it better. Nothing she says will bring him back. Yet, she is clear-headed enough to know that William and Joyce don't hold the blame for his death. However, Chloe isn't ready to face that yet, so Max’s words just make her more upset. 

And that’s not the beautifully poetic thing to do. According to how grief is often portrayed, she was supposed to smile and go “Well jolly gee Max. You sure are right. I’m deeply apologetic for allowing my grief to effect me outside of one scene.” But she doesn’t do that. Because, as I said, her grief is angry and raw...and...real. It doesn’t just go away because Max is uncomfortable and trying poorly to defuse. 

I think about the way Chloe’s grief is portrayed everyday. It’s maybe of the most hard hitting deceptions of grief I’ve ever seen, and I’m so glad she’s a character I found when I was navigating my own grieving journey.

[writeforfandoms]

Puppy Love 3

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More adorable puppies, a minor confrontation, and John finally makes a move. 

Warnings: Brief confrontation, vague threats, some anxiety. 

Word count: 1.4k

John Price x f!reader

Gaz made it to Price’s office in record time, keeping his ears open. The last few days, Soap had been making noises about going to see the puppies (and the cute breeder). But Gaz was determined to keep him and his flirting away from her. 

She wasn’t right for Soap. But she might be right for Price. 

Price took one look at his expression and chuffed. “I don’t want to hear who did what,” he grumbled, looking back at his paperwork. 

“No, sorry, Captain,” Gaz was quick to correct. “We’re avoiding Soap and going to see the puppies.”

“Why are we avoiding Soap?” Humor had returned to Price, though he didn’t get up yet. 

“Because he’s an annoying sod.”

“True enough.” 

When Price still hadn’t moved after nearly a full minute, Gaz narrowed his eyes a little. “I thought you wanted to see the puppies.”

“Mm.” Price frowned down at whatever report was in front of him. “You don’t need me to hold your hand, Gaz.”

“‘Course not, sir.” Gaz quickly filed through his plans. “I just like your company that much.”

Price chuffed again. “You’ll manage one day without me.” 

Damn. This was not going the way it was supposed to. Why had Price decided to be so stubborn now of all times? 

Inspiration struck and Gaz strode over to the desk, pulling his phone out and navigating quickly to his texts. “Don’t you want to see these cuties?” He kept his voice light as he turned the phone around, letting Price see a picture of all seven puppies trying to climb over the baby gate. 

And, conveniently, letting Price see the caption below:

Would you share this with John too? So he can see how much of a menace these little rascals are.

Gaz saw the moment Price read the caption, his lips parting ever so slightly. “Well. I suppose I could go with. Since you don’t want to go alone.” 

Gaz grinned. “Thanks, Captain.” 

Price waved him off, getting to his feet. Gaz tucked his phone away again, trying hard not to be too smug. “Let’s go see the pups.”

–

“I’m sorry,” you reiterated, standing firm in front of your door. The step didn’t give you very much height, but enough that you weren’t stuck looking up at the asshole in front of you. “The puppies are all spoken for already. If you’d like, I can put you on a waiting list or get you the contact information for other breeders.” 

“I was told you had a puppy available.” The man crossed his arms over his chest. He’d been rude the entire time, and something about him made you want to get him off your property as fast as humanly possible and never let him near a dog. 

“I’m afraid that’s not true. They’re all spoken for.” Your smile felt forced but you clung to it anyway. 

“If you’re lying to me–” He took a single step closer, and you dropped the smile, taking a half-step back to press your back against the door. 

A car stopped outside your house and you both froze. Kyle and John emerged from the car, both of them taking in the scene. 

“Hope we’re not interrupting,” Kyle called with a friendly smile. 

“Not at all,” you immediately piped up, though you refused to move. 

The man glowered at you but backed off, apparently unwilling to press the issue with witnesses around. He turned and stalked away, narrowly missing colliding with John’s shoulder. 

“You alright?” Kyle asked, jogging the rest of the way up to the front door.

“Fine,” you said, plastering on another fake smile. “It was nothing. Come inside, please.” You fumbled for a moment before you got the door open. Your hands were shaking. You were quick to stuff them in your pockets. “You can definitely get an idea of their personalities now,” you told Kyle, walking them to the kitchen. “Need me to open the gate?”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Kyle glanced at you one more time before he stepped over the gate, immediately getting mobbed by the puppies. 

“The boys are the red, purple, and white collars,” you said, taking a step back. “Take your time.”

“You sure you’re alright?” John asked very quietly from next to you.

“Of course!” Your smile felt too brittle but you couldn’t let go of it. “Go play with the puppies, they love new people. Excuse me for a moment.”

You didn’t give him a chance to object, instead walking away as smoothly as you could. You rounded the corner to the front door and double checked it was locked before you leaned your head against the door, breathing deeply.

You’d always been terrible at confrontations. Always. And this one had been bad. 

Sometimes you hated living alone, not having someone to lean on. 

One last deep breath and you forced your shoulders down, your smile more natural. 

Clearly you hadn’t been missed, though. Kyle was sitting on the floor with one puppy in his lap, another pouncing on his boot. John was standing in the kitchen where you’d left him, though he was watching Kyle. The fact that neither of them was looking at you helped you relax a little bit more. 

“I was serious, you could sit with them,” you told John, smiling at him.

He shook his head a little. “Nah. Gaz can have his fun for now.” He paused there, one hand lifting to stroke briefly over his facial hair. “So someone did express interest in the last pup?”

“Uh, not exactly.” You shifted your weight, looking down and off to the side. 

“What happened?” He kept his voice low and nonjudgmental. 

“I just…” You floundered for a moment, unsure where to even start. “He came up to the door asking about a puppy. But he was… rude. Off. I don’t know why he wanted a puppy but I doubt it was for the right reasons. So I… lied.” 

John was silent for long enough that you peeked at him, nervous. He had apparently been waiting for that, because he nodded once. 

“Trusting your gut is always a good idea,” he murmured. “You made the right call.”

Your shoulders relaxed the rest of the way with that little bit of validation and you smiled. “Thanks,” you whispered. 

“Do you have anyone nearby if he comes back?” 

“Not exactly.” You shrugged, shifting your weight nervously. “I don’t open the door without checking who it is first, anyway. And I’ve got a baseball bat.” 

John was quiet for a few moments before he shook his head once. “I’ll give you my number,” he offered. “You can call me if you ever have problems.”

You blinked, eyes going wide. “Are you sure?” You couldn’t help but fuss with your shirt a little. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

He smiled crookedly, eyes warm. “You won’t be,” he assured you. “Promise.”

So you pulled out your phone and took down his number, and then texted him your name and a picture of the puppies so he’d have your number as well. 

(Still cuddling his puppy, Gaz couldn’t entirely hide his glee. This had worked out even better than he’d planned!) 

“Well, Gaz? You know which one you want?” 

Kyle popped up from the floor, grinning and holding his puppy to his chest. “This one.”

“Purple collar, got it.” You made a note in your phone. “He’ll be ready to go home in two weeks.” 

“Perfect.” Kyle chuckled when the puppy licked his chin. “Yes, we know you’re cute.” 

You smiled. "Looks like he's bonding with you already. That's good." 

"Can't wait until I can bring him home." Kyle set the puppy down with a sigh. 

"It'll go by faster than you know." You reached over to pat his shoulder. 

"I know." He didn't quite pout… but it was close. "Guess we'll head back now." 

You nodded, standing to the side to watch them head to the front door. Kyle walked out and jogged over to the truck, but John stopped just outside the door. 

"I meant it," he murmured, low and serious. "Call me anytime. For any reason. You'll never be a bother." 

"Thank you." You smiled at him. "I'll see you soon."

[shsy7573]

Random Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) Character/Song Analysis Kinda Thing… I Guess

Okay, so yeah, Luci has 100% taken over this page. So what? I’m not obsessed, you are.

Anyway, I’ve been listening to “More Than Anything” on repeat since it dropped, and like a lot of the fandom I tear up every single time… but unlike a lot of the fandom, it’s not because of the sweet father-daughter moment (which, don’t get me wrong, doesn’t help the situation because it’s just so damn wholesome).

No, what gets me is how, just through a couple subtle moments, the show is able to convey just how absolutely shattered Luci is as a character. And, you know, because he’s my favourite, bestest, snek-baby-duck-boy, it makes me a little emotional…

So now you’re all gonna hear about what goes through my mind every time I listen to it. YAY!

“Charlie! You don’t understand, Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me. They won’t listen to you!” / “You don’t know that—” / “I do!”

It starts before the song even truly begins. When I’m listening, it’s usually these first few lines that grab my attention. I end up replaying the first 4-5 seconds of the song over and over again because the pain in that “I do” is so fucking good! (And because I like to suffer apparently cuz I end up sad. Life of an angst lover I guess).

It’s the first time we see him with actual tears in his eyes. The raw delivery of that line is so attention grabbing, and manages to say so much in such little words.

I think the reason this particular scene tickles my brain so much is because it’s the breaking point for his character in a way. I am, and always will be, a sucker for moments where a character’s walls finally come down, and we get to see what’s been festering inside. When their deepest thoughts and how much they’re hurting are revealed. The entire song is what that is for Lucifer, starting with these two words right here. I truly cannot put into words just how much my breath is taken away by Jeremy’s delivery of this line. I cannot articulate how much I love it, and how important it is for Luci’s character. it just hits so deep and so right for me and I love it.

Lucifer isn’t just saying that he knows Heaven isn’t going to care about her plan (I don’t think anyone thought that’s all he was saying but whatever). He is saying that he knows what Heaven does to dreamers. He knows what they’ll do because he has already been there, and it destroyed him. They took his ideas that they saw as too outlandish, and they squashed them. Cast him aside. And he paid the price for it when he went bashing their back and did his own thing anyway.

Luci is a broken dreamer. Throughout the entire episode, and the series as a while, we are given very strong hints of this. However, it’s not until this song that we really see it in action. It’s not until these moments that we are able to see past both the veils of “Imposing King of Hell” and “Goofy Guy who’s trying his best but not great at Dadding,” and get a look at how genuinely depressed this man is.

“My dreams were too hard to defend.”

This scene eight here. The more I see it, the more I fall in love with it. Just a great example of ‘show don’t tell.’

He’s talking about having big ideas, he’s talking about giving people a chance and reaching outside the normal, he’s talking about being cast out of Heaven. I just love the parallel he’s drawing between Charlie’s mission, and his own past.

Charlie created the hotel in an attempt to give people who have been seen as lesser to all of Heaven some sort of chance. She is choosing to have faith in them, and to open up opportunities for them to lead a better life.

Lucifer, when he gave Eve the fruit, was taking a chance to allow humanity the chance to have free will. He wanted them to experience everything life had to offer for themselves like angels got to. He offered a chance for them to lead a better life.

He had everything, and he had complete faith that what he was doing was right. All the light and hope of his dreams was right in the palm of his hand. He had so many ideas that he thought, if they were saw through, would make the world a better place.

But it didn’t work out for him.

“And in the end, I won’t lose it all again.”

Now, the first seconds of dialogue may be what I keep rewatching, but this has got to be my favourite visual of the entire song. It’s such powerful imagery, and I fangirl over it every time.

Look at how small he looks in that shot (I know, I know, he’s tiny regardless, but like seriously). He is completely outnumbered, hopelessly overpowered, totally at the mercy of all his Heavenly superiors… and he’s all alone.

He lost everything because he had the gall to dream. It’s not hard to look at the song (and the episode at large, really) and find not only his feelings of being wronged, but also his immense guilt. It shows in how much he hates Sinners. They are basically the worst of what he did, a constant reminder of the day his mistake caused him to lose his home and everything he held dear, and they are all he gets to see. Only being permitted to see your failures for all eternity? No wonder he’s fucking depressed.

The day Heaven cast him out was the day he stopped dreaming. Because dreaming big only leads to pain, failure, and suffering.

“I just don’t want you to be crushed by them like… like I was.”

This next moment is kinda self explanatory and obvious and really doesn’t need any commentary, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway. Because I love it, and I love him, and… you know… angst. I’ve mentioned my lust for it several times now throughout this post, you really shouldn’t be surprised.

I just feel so bad for him. Lucifer made one mistake. One simple, misguided mistake that ended up introducing evil into the world, and all of Heaven came down on him for it. And, you know what, in the narrative presented by the show, what he did wasn’t that bad. He just wanted to give the world’s newest creations the same freedom angels had, and it backfired horribly. Lucifer, like Charlie, was an idealist who saw the best in people and wanted to help.

And what did he get for his good intentions? Shoved into the cesspool he unintentionally created, and forbidden to ever see anything good that came from his dream.

If I had to guess, Lilith was the only thing keeping his mental health afloat for a long time… and then they had Charlie.

“The tales about your lofty dreams. I’d listen breathlessly, imaging it could be me.”

His daughter became the light of his life. Something that he cherished and indulged more than anything else in the world. To him, she was perfect, and he wanted to do right by her in any way he could.

Lilith told their daughter stories of all her father’s dreams regardless of what he thought of them, and when the little princess came asking him… how could he refuse? How could he refuse her anything?

So he shared them with her. All the tales of grandeur, and fantasies of everything he wished the world could have been. All the dreams he had long since let go.

“And in the end, it’s the view I had of you that show me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

Now, the scene where Lily take’s Charlie away has always been excellent brain fodder for me because of how somewhat ambiguous it is. You could interpret his sadness to have SO MANY meanings. However, I have inevitably decided on two potential head-cannons/theories to share here for what could possibly be going through Snek-King’s head.

One: Lucifer loves his daughter, but he feels estranged and like he’s failed her in some way. She’s such a joy, such a wonder, and in a way it's his fault she’s trapped down here with all of human ties worst. He wasn’t to be close to her, and to make the world perfect for her… but he already feels like he’s failed her in the most unforgivable way. He keeps his distance because part of him doesn’t want her to have a super high of an opinion of him. It’s kind of his depression manifesting, saying that ‘she shouldn’t admire you and your stupid dreams when they’re the reason she’ll never see true light and happiness.’

The angst addict in me likes this one more, but still I’ve got another one that always pops.

Two: He feels like he’s selling her false hope, and he can kind of see the place her innocence is headed. He’s seen the horrors of the world, and he knows the more he indulges her dreams and fantasies, the more she’ll suffer when she sees that’s not what the world is like. He knows from personal experience how much it hurts when your dreams come undone, when you lose hope in the world.

Listening to Charlie’s actual lyrics, she tells him that he was the one who inspired her to dream, that he was right to dream, and that she’s not going to back down. In the song, Luci realises that 1: maybe he didn’t fuck us as badly as he thought and that she actually doesn’t blame him and wants her in his life and/or 2: she has her mother’s willpower, and she’s never going to stop dreaming or let her world be sullied like he did. She’s so much stronger than he was.

So he lets her in.

(Side note… AWWW, look how TINNYY he is! He’s so small. The start contrast in the second image gets me every time)

There’s a bit of symbolism in the song which I ABSOLUTELY adore, and it has to do with the wings. In the flashback, Charlie mentions his “lofty dreams,” when we see the duck, which later transforms to have multiple sets of wings. Later in the song, when Lucifer finally lets her in, he also sprouts those wings.

And I just love this, because I think it acts as the perfect symbolism of him finally opening his mind again. Not just to his daughter, but to the possibility of dreaming in general.

He takes her to a circus, a place filled to the brim with spectacles and thrills, a place where humanities wildest imaginations seem possible.

But even though he’s beginning to open up, and he’s willing to help her in whatever she does, he’s not ‘fixed.’ His depression and self doubt and feelings of hollow emptiness and guilt and apprehension aren’t gone.

And he’s still terrified of seeing her spark go out like his did.

This tiny smile break is so addicting to watch for me. It speaks volumes. Once again, my angst loving heart eats it up every time. It says, “I’m still worried, and there is still so much shit going on in my mind right now about all of this, but I’m here for you.”

And that’s what counts.

Luci’s character showed a lot of colours, and came a long way in this singular episode, but he’s still got a big uphill battle to climb. He still has to come back into his own where dreams are concerned. Maybe he never will, not completely. Realistically, he’ll never go back to the way he was.

But maybe, just maybe, in helping his daughter he’ll find something worth believing in again.

That is, of course, if they decide to give him a character arc beside ‘Dad who is trying and doing better,’ but for that only time will tell.

—

And THAT concludes my rant on the Rubber Ducky Ruler. If you stuck around this long, good for you! I wrote this whole thing on a limb at midnight, and NO I’m not going to go back and edit it because why would I ever want to see all the horrid grammatical and spelling errors I’ve inevitably made.

Maybe I’m off the mark on all of this. Maybe I’m head-cannoning too much. Maybe I’m just trying to suck out every hint of potential angst out of a song that’s supposed to be sweet and wholesome. That’s for you to decide. But for me, I’ve decided that I’m satisfied with this analysis. In the end, I just needed to express all the thoughts bumbling around in my head SOMEWHERE before I exploded, and unfortunately, I feel like I’ve run all my friends dry talking about this baby to them, so now it’s your turn. But, anyways, I think that about wraps things up. It’s time to go to bed.

Farewell, stay hydrated, and have a lovely rest of your day/night :)

[ineylesian]

BURY ME WITH ROSES

— SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X READER

— AO3 | MASTERLIST | EVENT

— WORD COUNT | 1.3k

— WARNINGS | angst, character death, mentions of weapons and violence, mentions of trauma and abuse

— SUMMARY | ghost remembers the time you asked him what his favorite flower is.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | saw elliot knight’s comment about MW3 and wanted to give you some food for thought <33 sorry in advance 🫠

Ghost of thinks about death often. The concept nearly consumes him. He is surrounded by death and at that it is, and whenever he pulls the trigger, he can feel it in the recoil. Such a natural concept never seems to escape him.

Death is common in the military. War is everywhere soldiers go, and it follows them wherever they roam.

Even home base, it seems.

There’s a funeral, preparation for one, at least. One of the soldiers Price mentored, his name familiar in the golden plaque it’s engraved on. Ghost happens to pass by as they unload the setup, and something in the back of his head brings his legs to a hold.

There are flowers. A lot of them. There’s something captivating about the way they flourish; a myriad of colors bringing life to a declaration of death. Ghost forgets you’re beside him in those moments, and you find yourself following his gaze amongst each stem and petal that decorate the soldier’s casket. It makes you curious, so you ask.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

His gaze snaps away from sharp thorns and glistening anther. You see the way his eyes sweep across the room before he continues walking, almost as if he’s checked if others noticed his behavior. Doesn’t want others to think he’s grieving, life is too short and death is too prominent.

He doesn’t answer until you’re long gone from the scene; you’re perched against his headboard, his gear ruffles the sheets.

“Never thought of it.”

—

Ghost ponders your question for a while. He studies every flower that passes him, not many, being that he’s nearly always away from the comforts of normalcy. Yet, when he does find one, you’d see him crouched down beside it, simply gazing, nothing more.

He never touches them. When you ask why, he shrugs, going silent for a moment before turning his gaze away from you.

“Don’t wanna ruin ‘em.”

Hands such as his hold so much blood that he fears they’ll taint everything they touch. You feel the same way, sometimes. It’s a dangerous way to think, and it worries you.

After a strenuous deployment, you decide to buy some seeds from a department store, and take him out to a barren plot of land on 141’s base. You remove your gloves before poking some holes into the soil. The crumble makes you grimace, but you begin tearing the tops of the packages off regardless. Ghost’s eyes land on the picture laminated in the one you hold; the flower is blue with a yellow stripe in the center.

“You like these?”

You smile, motioning for him to take his gloves off as well. He hesitates for a moment, a few to be exact, before placing them beside yours. A sigh of relief holds itself within your chest when you see it.

“I do.” You answer, dumping a few into his palms. “I was told the blue ones represent hope. Isn’t that sweet?”

He nods, pinching seeds and dropping them into the ground. His hands shake. You smile regardless, and he continues. When he’s done, you cover them in soil, a warm feeling arising in his chest as you do so. It scares him, but it comforts more.

In a few weeks, you check back, and a tiny patch of blue decorates an otherwise dead field. He doesn’t think of them as his favorite, but he finds himself staring at them when you fight. It makes the hopelessness he feels seem a little more bearable.

Little did he know, you were calling him the entire time, and he didn’t answer. When he’d found out you’d been injured, he promised to answer whenever you called, even if he couldn’t be there.

After a rough mission some time later, you wake up to find a bouquet of blue lilacs staring back.

—

You find yourself wandering amidst the small patch of land months after planting the lilacs. Flowers grow in neat clusters everywhere you look, and you can see Ghost attending to a fresh batch of buried seeds. Barren hands run gently against tempered soil, eyebrows furrowed lightly against bone. You crouch down beside him, glancing at the small pile of packets that lay at his feet.

His eyes carry a look of solemn, and he’s focusing as hard as he does when he draws a weapon. You say nothing, opting to rest a hand against his shoulder instead. He softens at your touch, turning to you once the seeds have disappeared into the earth.

“Roses were my mum’s favorite.”

Simon Riley remembers when she would buy them for herself when days were hard. Ghost remembers the nights they were torn up and squashed under a dirty boot. His father would rather decorate their home with bruises and nightmares than flowers.

Roses are not his favorite. He thinks about if often, but he still doesn’t have one of his own. Not even when he imagines himself six feet underground. In that vision, he sees a mahogany casket, a plethora of blurred faces, and no flowers.

—

Ghost chokes on his breath, spitting a chunk of blood onto his uniform. He feels what his enemies do when he’s paralyzed them with a bullet: Unmoving, heart thundering, mind racing. He feels something that he doesn’t often, and it nearly sends him over the edge.

He’s thinking about you, and he knows what he’s feeling is nothing other that absolute horror. The fear of not seeing you one last time constricts his chest in a manner that has his throat sputtering for the toxic fumes that keep him on the edge of living. He thinks back on the life you spent together, the way you pulled him out the darkness that had consumed him and filled the hole that remained with light. Everything and anything in between.

He thinks about the times he felt most safe in his life, with you in a garden miles and miles away from home. Such a reminiscence touches him deeper than any other memory and he feels as if he’s finally managed to find the respite he’d been searching for.

After what seems like an eternity, Ghost feels the vibrations of your boots thudding against the ground, and you’re at his side within moments. Words fail him as he sees your eyes widen, hands fumbling to rip his chest plate off of him.

It’s a bullet, 50 calibers and lodged into his right lung.

“You’ll be okay, Simon.” Your words are wobbly, and he can hear in your tone that you don’t believe yourself. “Just… push through it.”

Tears start to flow, and you realize sooner than later that he won’t be making it out of this without some sort of divine intervention. Your heart and all that you are ache, hands working deftly to bandage the hemorrhage that fights you. However, the blood just won’t stop flowing, and you cry harder, holding a ripped patch of gauze to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

In that moment, Ghost reaches up, sliding his mask off his face and setting it in your hands. His body defies it, but he pushes himself up nonetheless, wiping stray hairs and streaks of dirt off of your skin.

“Bury me with roses, yeah?”

His voice is weak, laced with smoke and not his. It’s a fight against impending death; he stifles the terror that rips thorough him by clamping his fingers over yours.

“Some irises, too.”

You say nothing. His lips meet yours, and you kiss him until his blood runs cold.

The memories that carry on with him matter more than a meaning that doesn’t, so he chooses to die with his own sentiment.

Roses are not his favorite. Irises aren’t, either. You’d never know, but Simon Riley doesn’t need a favorite, because he loves you, and what you love he loves.

[quinloki]

Roronoa Zoro - Sweet

Requestor: @sunshinegat0r Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB she/her CW: Hospital, injuries, references to a car accident, loads of guilt

Notes: Ahhh... I'm realizing I wrote this in the Wrong AU - Gat0r I'm so sorry, I hope this is okay. I wrote this in the Mafia City AU, and not the Grandline Metro AU >.< Mega Oops on my part.

Please note in this AU the Reader is the adopted daughter of Edward Newgate (who is Law's Father's Father, making them Aunt and Nephew.) This AU was used in Family Ties and Family Practice (the reader is not adopted in that one, but it's the same world and Reader)

This is heckin' embarrassing I can't believe I confused my own AUs 😅😵‍💫

“Whaddya mean-!” Zoro couldn’t believe his ears, he pushed back on Law reflexively before he managed to calm down.

“… She… she doesn’t remember me?” The question is in disbelief, and Law’s never heard the rough-edged fighter sound so broken before, or look it.

“It’s barely been a full day since the wreck, Zoro-ya.” He answers, moving to physically put his face in front of Zoro’s and get his attention. “It’s a miracle she was awake in the first place.”

Understanding crosses his features and he steps back from the doctor and the door to your room. He’s quiet for a moment, taking in the sounds of the hospital, and the steady beep from your room.

“Is it… safe for me to see her right now?”

“Safe, how?”

“Will she… will it hurt her to see me?” He questions, brows furrowing. “I don’t want to go in there for myself if it’ll… I don’t know, upset her, to see me.”

“… She’s sleeping for now. If you don’t stay too long you can see her.” Law answers. “I can text you when she’s up tomorrow, I still have to break the news to her brothers.”

Zoro nods, stepping around Law and moving into your room. You looked peaceful, despite the bandages and wires hooked up to you. It was almost impossible to believe you were actually awake.

It was hard to believe you were alive.

You’d picked up extra shifts to help him with the busy season and the two of you were running solo for the last two weeks. Hell, all six drivers Zoro had were running solo just trying to keep up with the need for the holidays.

It was a hit and run, and he hadn’t been there.

He could have been, though. If he had been willing to have everyone work a little longer, he could’ve paired people up the way he preferred. It wasn’t the law to have two people in the truck, but it was the usual process for him - for his business.

And the one time he decides different, this is the cost.

Sitting by your bed, Zoro puts his head in his hands, trying desperately to keep his spiraling emotions in check. This can’t be about his guilt, not so soon, not until he knows. If you don’t recover properly, if your memory doesn’t return, then he’ll cut himself out of your life of his own will. He won’t let you risk yourself again, not because of him.

The burden of this will be his to bear alone.

He can take it.

He can’t trade places with you, so ensuring he’s never the reason you hurt is a small price.

You’ve got dozens of brothers, adopted darling of the Newgate family. No one in this city would purposefully hurt you, and hells, that might be the reason the driver fled the scene in the first place.

Not that such an act would save them. You made friends with Doflamingo accidentally, and there’s no way someone so well-connected would let the culprit get away.

If only Newgate and Doflamingo would turn their ire on him. Even if you recover fully what he did was-

“You’re ‘pose’ta read to someone in a coma,” you mutter, lips and body heavy from the aches and exhaustion. Zoro looks up, wide-eyed and agog to the point of it being comical. “Or confess about how much you love ‘em,” you add, giving him a weak smile.

“Wha-.” He stares. “Law- The doc said you’d be asleep for a while.”

“Docs worry too much,” you reply, giving him a small smile. “You okay?”

“Am - Am I okay?” He nearly barks. “Are you kidding me right now?”

You shake your head. “You look like hell, Marimo.”

“Have you seen- wait,” Zoro freezes, on his feet, hands on the railing on the side of your hospital bed. “Do you… remember me?”

“I’ve known you most of my life, how could I forget you?” You grunt, the words nearly a grumble.

“What… what do you remember?” He questions, sitting back down. You can see the blood already starting to drain out of his face.

“What do you mean, what do I remember?”

“You couldn’t remember your name earlier.” A gruff voice says from the doorway, as Law walks in. He seems to be glaring at Zoro, but Law’s default face was kind of glare-y. He covers the distance from door to bedside quickly and is already shining a very annoying light in your eyes.

“I don’t remember being up before now,” you growl, squinting against the light. “I should’ve stayed asleep if you were just going to blind me.”

Law moves the light away an frowns. “What’s your name?”

“… (Y/N), Newgate (Y/N) since Pops adopted me, making me your aunt.” You answer, flipping him off even though the action made your arm ache.

Law continued to ask you a series of questions, and you knew most of them were because he had to. You must’ve really worried him the first time you supposedly came around, even though you couldn’t remember it, cause he laid out all twenty questions.

Zoro went through an impressive number of emotions, trying desperately to maintain his composure and not interrupt Law. It was cute on the one hand, but if he had been afraid you’d forgotten him, well, that would explain his earlier behavior.

Law leaves the two of you once he’s satisfied, and even offers to have a cot brought in so Zoro can stay the night.

Zoro’s head is back in his hands, and you give him a few moments.

“If I hadn’t,” he starts, voice shaky. “We should’ve…” He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t had put one driver to one truck. This is my-.”

“It’s the driver’s fault.” You interject. “I had,” you wince a little trying to sit up and Zoro moves to help you, adjusting the bed as you talk. “My high-vis vest on and everything. They cut down the alley so fast, there was no helping it.”

You chuckle a little, pained and short. “If I hadn’t jumped,” you shake your head. “No, never mind. I’m here… so… stay with me.” You reach out and he takes your hand without hesitation. “I’m lost without you, Zoro, so please… please don’t take a guilt trip and leave me alone.”

Hanging his head he snorts, shaking his head enough his earrings chime. “That was terrible.”

You smile. “It was perfect.” You tighten your grip on his hand. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” He says, kissing your fingers gently.

“Every other delivery company runs one driver to one truck.” You continue to push. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“… I did one thing wrong.” He insists. “I should’ve hired on more help. I shouldn’t have compromised how I run my business.”

You sigh. “I suppose I can accept that.”

The two of you stayed that way quietly for a few long minutes, the steady beep of your heart monitor and the quiet din of activity in the hall the only sounds for a little bit.

“Zoro?” You prompt and he looks at you after kissing the top of your hand.

“Yeah?”

“If… If I ever do forget, don’t… don’t let me, okay?”

“Huh?”

“No matter the circumstances, promise you’ll help me remember.” You assert. “Everything. All of it, every time… please.”

“Every time.” He promises, kissing your hand again.

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [10]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet manor

Yui: Hmー...

( I’ve thought of many ways to stop the fight by now, but I haven’t come up with anything which makes me go ‘that’s it!’...

( While I’m here racking my brain, Carla-san and the others are getting everything ready. I don’t have a single second to waste. )

( Besides... )

ー She recalls her conversation with Laito from earlier

Yui: We have to stop everyone somehow...!

Laito: Ehー? I don’t see the problem?

Yui: ...Eh?

Laito: We don’t lose anything from Carla going to attack the other Houses, right? We should just let them do their thing.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( I’ve tried bringing it up to Laito-kun plenty of times ever since. )

( But every time I try to do so, he either dodges the question or changes the subject. )

( When I tried talking to him about it today as well, he suddenly ran off somewhere... )

( Do his brothers really mean that little to him? )

...No, there’s no way. I’m sure he must be thinking about them in his own way.

( But he doesn’t show any signs of trying to help them...So I just don’t know what to think anymore... )

*Rustle* 

???: Bitch-chan~

Yui: Kyah!

( Somebody’s hugging me from behind!? Laito-kun? )

( No, the voice I heard just now belongs to... )

Kou-kun?

Kou: Huh? I’m surprised you could tell. I was convinced you’d fall for it.

Yui: Of course I can. Do you need something?

Kou: Not really, but I spotted you wandering around aimlessly.

I don’t see Laito-kun around anywhere either. It’s pretty rare for you to be by yourself, isn’t it?

Yui: I know he’s supposed to watch over me, but it’s not like we’re together all the time. 

Kou: Ehー? Really? I can easily imagine Laito-kun coming with you when you’re taking a shower or have to use the restroom. 

Yui: ( Uu...He really is sharp. He did follow me into the bathroom the other day. )

Kou: Oh well...It’s good for me if he’s not around.

Yui: Eh?

Kou: Listen, I happen to be a little peckish right now~

Yui: ( Don’t tell me...! )

Kou: So I was just wondering if I could maybe have a teeny tiny sip of your blood like I did before~?

Yui: I-I’m sorry. That’s a little...

Kou: You won’t say no, right? You happily let me drink from you the other day!

Aah, of course, I’ll thank you in any way you want! Everything in this world comes at a price!

Yui: No, that’s not the issue. I just can’t let you...Sorry.

Kou: ...I can’t get your blood out of my head.

Yui: Eh? 

Kou: Laito-kun is drinking your blood pretty much daily, isn’t he? It really is unfair.

Don’t you think he’s biased just because he just so happened to get chosen as your guard and therefore is the closest to you?

ー Kou steps closer

Yui: Kou-kun...?

*Thud*

Kou: So give me some as well? Your blood, I mean...

Yui: Stoーー

Laito: Oh~? What are the two of you up to?

Yui: Laito-kun!

Kou: Che, things were just about to get good too. Buzz off.

I’m thirsty, so I’ll have Eve give me some of her blood.

Laito: Heeh, I see. But...

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I know my memories were messed up, but I seriously feel disgusting knowing that I offered you to some other guy.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you have her. Besides, I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t feel satisfied unless I’m the one doing it.” 

Laito: You can’t. Bitch-chan is mine after all.

Kou: Why not? You literally told me to join you in sucking her blood the other day!

Laito: I wonder why I did that?

Kou: There you go beating around the bush again.

...Oh well, I don’t really care what your reasoning is. Come on, just let me have a small sip?

It’s not fair to hog such delicious blood all for yourself!

Laito: No means no. This is the one thing I’ll be adamant about.

Kou: No matter what?

Laito: Nope~

Kou: Grr...Fine, whatever! You cheapskate!

ー Kou walks away

Yui: ( I-I’m saved... )

Thanks, Laito-kun.

Laito: You’re welcome~

...Did you think I’d say that?

Yui: Eh?

*Rustle* 

Yui: Ow...W-What’s wrong?

Laito: ...Didn’t you actually ask him to suck your blood instead?

Yui: O-Of course not! It was Kou-kun whoーー

Laito: Oh come on, you shouldn’t put the blame on others like that.

When did you become such a bad girl?

Yui: It’s true! I’m not lying!

Laito: Knowing you, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if you asked for it.

You leave me no other choice, do you...?

Yui: ( ...Laito-kun...? )

ー The scene shifts to Laito’s room

Yui: H-Hold up, cut it out! I’m begging you!

Laito: Come on, don’t thrash about. I can’t fix the chain in place like this. ...There we go, finally done.

Yui: Why...? Why did you chain my wrist to the foot of the bed!?

( The chain is decently long so I can still move around freely to some extent but...I can’t go anywhere like this. )

Laito: So you can’t go anywhere, obviously?

By doing this, you won’t be able to hit up any other guys, right?

Yui: F...For that reason alone?

Laito: Oh, but it’s a very important one, isn’t it? You are mine after all.

Yui: ( His eyes are serious. Why? When did he become like this...? )

Laito: Carla only told me to keep a close eye on you, so he should have no problem with me doing this.

Not・to・mention, just by watching you chained like that...Fufu, it excites me...

Want me to tie it a little tighter? Come on, like this...There.

*Cling* 

Yui: Eek...No...

( The chains are digging into my arm... )

Laito: I expected no less from you. Nothing beats your pain-laced expression...

Yui: Laito-kun! Please, remove this chain!

Laito: Ehー? You’re that opposed to it? But it fits you so well, you know?

Oh well, if you insist...I’ll consider it if you do as I say.

Yui: ( ...! He’s definitely planning something...But I have no other choice but to obey... )

...Okay. What should I do?

Laito: In that case, try begging me to suck your blood. In a seductive way, okay?

Yui: T-That’sーー

Laito: You can’t? Of course you can. I’m your boyfriend after all.

You were able to do it to Kou after all.

Yui: ( I’ve been telling him that’s not the case...! Why won’t he believe me? )

Laito: Besides, if you can’t, you’ll have to stay like that forever, remember? I mean, fine by me~

Yui: Uu...

( Knowing Laito-kun, I might actually end up chained here forever if I don’t do anything... )

Selection

→ Don’t beg (🖤)

Yui: ( This is so wrong. It doesn’t feel like he’s just messing with me either. So why...!? )

Hey, tell me if you have some kind of reason for doing this! You know very well too, no!?

That I would never ask Kou-kun to suck my blood...!

Laito: ...That’s not what I want to hear.

Yui: ...Ugh.

Laito: Say it, hurry. 

Yui: ( It’s no use...I just can’t oppose Laito-kun in this situation... )

F-Fine...I will, just give me a minute...

Laito: I love docile girls~ But it’s kind of a turn off when you’re shaking like that.

...Right. I just had a genius idea.

→ Beg (♡)

Yui: ( As embarrassing as it is to ask for it myself...I can’t complain about that right now! )

L-Laito-kun...Please...Suck my blood?

Laito: Haah~...That’s no good, Bitch-chan! That won’t do at all!

Yui: ( Eeh!? I tried my best though... )

Laito: I told you to make it seductive, but there was nothing alluring about that in the slightest? So the chain will remain where it is.

Yui: W-Wait! Give me one more chance!

Laito: Ehー? I’m pretty sure you can try as many times as you want, it’ll turn out the same.

Let me think, if you want me to free you that badly...

I’ll make an exception and lend you a hand so you can beg in a more seductive way, okay?

Yui: ( Eh? What...? )

Laito: Okay, let’s have you lie down on the bed first.

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyah!

*Creaak* 

Yui: W-Why did you pin me down? 

Laito: Just you watch. Now if I cuff your other hand as well and attach them to the head of the bed...

*Cling*

Yui: ( Eh? Hold up, no way...! )

Laito: There you go. Now you can’t move at all, can you?

Yui: N-No...Kuh!

( It’s no use...Even if I try to remove the chains, they won’t budge at all... )

Laito: I can’t believe you’re leaving yourself so utterly vulnerable right in front of me...

*Rustle* 

Yui: Nn...

( He’s running his fingers down my body...I want to run away, but I can’t move. )

Laito: Your skin is as pretty as ever.

Ah, there’s a bite mark on your nape. When did I put it there again? 

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...It tickles... )

Laito: ...Oh dear? The scent of your blood has grown richer.

All I did was stroke your skin a little. You’re so sensitive, Bitch-chan.

Yui: W-Well...

*Rustle*

Laito: Say, I’d love to hear it from you directly. That you want my fangs.

Yui: I-In this situation!? 

Laito: Of course. Don’t you think it’d have that kind of suggestiveness which only these sorts of circumstances can bring forth?

If you’re not quite ready yet, maybe I should give you one more push?

*Rustle*

Yui: No...

( My clothes...They’re slowly being loosened... )

*Cling* 

Laito: You also love it when I lick the skin above your chest like this, don’t you? Nn...

Yui: Ah...Nn...

Laito: See? Your scent has become more intense again...Are you getting aroused from being chained up?

Yui: ( I’m not though... )

Laito: I’m sure you’re starting to lose the sensation in your arms? Come on, I’ll run my fingers across...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ah...No, don’t...

Laito: I bet the tingling sensation is highly addictive, isn’t it?

I’m sure your body is starting to beg for me right about now?

Yui: T-That’s...

Laito: Don’t hold back, and just give in to your desire. Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Hyah...!

( I already can’t move as it is, but when he does this... )

( But it’s nowhere near enough to satisfy me... )

Ah...Laito-kun, please.

I want you...to drink from me.

Laito: Drink what?

Yui: ...My blood...suck it, please...I’m begging you...

Laito: Fufu...You did a great job asking for it.

I suppose I shall fulfill your wish then...

Yui: Uu...

( ...Huh? )

Laito: Did you think I’d drink your blood? Too bad, that’d have to wait for now.

Yui: Eh? ...W-Why...?

Laito: I wouldn’t mind sucking your blood, but I’m in the mood for this right now. ...Nn...Muah...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...No...

( He’s going for my arms again...Even though he was so insistent on having me beg! )

Laito: That wanton look in your eyes...Haah, I can’t get enough of it.

Once I’m satisfied, I promise I’ll suck your blood plenty, okay? ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( Ah...I’m starting to feel lightheaded... )

( Even though there’s so many things I need to think about...How did this happenーー ? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Carla: ...Waiting to ambush me out here?

Laito: Oh geez, don’t put it like that. I’ve been waiting in front of your room because there’s something I want to talk about.

Carla: I am not interested in whatever useless trivia you want to share.

Laito: I know. I promise it’s something important.

Eve is having a hard time remembering how to turn you into the Supreme Overlord, remember?

Carla: I already have a plan in that regard. If necessary, I will simply have to use brute force to make her remember.

Laito: Hm~? I wonder? From what I can tell from watching her closely, I don’t think that sort of approach will be very effective?

Anyway, she has opened up to me a lot ever since we grew closer. 

I believe it’d be much better to try to build a positive relationship with her?

Carla: ...What are you trying to say?

Laito: Just a report of my observations and a friendly warning. No treating Eve hard-handedly. Keep that in the back of your mind, okay?

Carla: Is that all you have to share?

Laito: Oh come on, you’re so impatient. Also, I remembered some things from when I went to investigate the other Houses before. 

Are you not interested in the habits and thought patterns of Ayato-kun and his brothers, as well as Reiji and the others?

Carla: You think I should use those to my advantage in the fight?

Laito: Yeah. Knowing about them beforehand can only give you an advantage in this war, no?

Carla: Heh...While I am suspicious of how accurate your information is, I suppose I shall hear you out at the very least.

Laito: I expected no less from you! It’s very valuable information, so use it well, okay?

You should just force those guys into submission without giving them a chance to fight back. Every single one of them...Get it?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Thanks for the ask, @thesilversun! 😀

Since the ask said written, not “are writing,” I’m not including my current MLC longfic (as yet unnamed), but otherwise it would absolutely be on this list. It’s 58k and not yet halfway through (facepalm), and I’m really looking forward to finishing it and sharing it. So, for MLC folks, sorry there’s only one MLC fic here!

1. What’s Sealed Away (Mysterious Lotus Casebook, Dihua)

I really enjoyed figuring out how a-Fei’s amnesia works based on the details the show gives us and the things it’s oddly silent about, and reverse engineering based on how he acts towards LLH what his experience of amnesia might be like. (Also, as someone who has unfortunately had experience with amnesia, I feel like most examples of the amnesia trope really punt on the many different kinds of memory and how amnesia can mean you lose some but not all, and the wild things that happen when there are contradictions between them.) I’m also really proud of the ways I tried to convey the meanings behind LLH’s reactions even when DFS as the POV character had no way to fully interpret them because of all the missing context. It was a fun writing challenge.

2. Nunc Atque Semper (Horatio Hornblower, Maria/Horatio Hornblower, past Archie Kennedy/Horatio Hornblower; the only Dead Kennedy Universe fic I will ever write)

I can’t even read fics where Archie dies without being an emotional mess for days, so I was not ever expecting to write one. But 1. I got a prompt for it, and 2. It was a chance to hold Horatio accountable for the ways he treats Maria in the series while also being sympathetic to him for his overwhelming grief and being married to someone he doesn’t love; and 3. I love incorporating literary allusions into my work, and Archie’s canonical love of Shakespeare meant that I could have a central part of the fic be Maria essentially trying to do literary analysis to figure out what Archie and Horatio were to each other. I very much broke my own heart with this fic and I’m still proud of it.

3. Harboured and Encompassed (Horatio Hornblower modernAU (libraryAU + actor!Archie), Archie/Horatio; Archie/Horatio/Will pre-slash; 148,000 words)

I am still so incredibly proud of how I adapted the characters and events (with aspects of some of the books thrown in) to a modern setting while staying true to who they are. These characters will always have a very very special place in my heart, as will the special combo of humor, fluff, and heart-rending angst that having a character like Archie at the center of it enabled (I miss writing him so much sometimes). I love the whole series, too, but this is definitely the core of it.

4. Turning Over the Sands of Time (Horatio Hornblower, Archie/Horatio)

I still don’t understand why this one has so few kudos when I think it’s some of my best writing. Maybe the subject matter is too bleak/violent? (Mind the tags if you read it!) I really love writing missing scene fics and character studies, and the moments from the show that bookend this fic break my heart every time and make me fall in love with Archie all over again, respectively, and I wanted to delve into the hellscape of Archie’s mind in those moments and show how, even when he is in emotional agony and dealing with flashbacks, he is still compassionate and caring and trying with what little agency he has to make sure no one ever suffers as he did, or at least, if they are forced to, that no one has to suffer alone. (Also, a horribly depressed and triggered Archie means a very poetic Archie, which means I got to write lines like “The actors had changed, but the play had not” and “a rotting weed by any name would smell as fetid” and “Dying might be a price worth paying if it could but purchase that.” Have I mentioned I miss writing Archie?)

5. Taking Hands Against a Sea of Troubles (Horatio Hornblower, Archie/Horatio)

TW: suicide mention

The first time I saw a delirious Archie quote Anthony and Cleopatra during his suicide attempt and the play-illiterate Horatio has no idea what he’s saying, I knew I wanted to write the a scene where they see the play together years later in Drury Lane and Horatio finally understands the context. And I knew the scene in the theater box would need so much non-verbal communication and would need to be so comparatively subtle–because of the semi-public nature of the theatre box and the very real danger they would face if Horatio actually comforted Archie more overtly–so I waited a few years after having the idea until I was able to execute it the way I wanted to. I really love fics that deal just as much (if not more) in what’s unsaid than what’s said–for all that I love deep dives into character psychology–and I’m so glad I was able to finally write this. 

Thanks again for the ask!

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COD things I think about just price being a dad towards his team makes me soft, also nik and price being married is so funny and also gives good angst prompts, and I always see this but graves trying to makes moves on soap and everyone stops him because they know he is a red flag (they are also jealous how graves make soap laugh so much he puts his hand on his chest) and prevents him for going further with soap.

I’ve been seeing so many Nik x Price fanarts on my twitter timeline and I’m living for it aye, that shit is just so good.

The one prompt I’ve got sticking out in my mind about Nik and Price is Nik coming back from his own little mission, tired as anything but excited to see his not-husband-husband (because ‘Nik, I’ll not say you’re my husband if you don’t give me a proper wedding day. I haven’t lived this long for nothing.’)

But he’s excited, smiling to himself as he thinks of the man, but the first thing he comes across is so wildly reminiscent of a husband coming home after work to his kids and partner in absolute chaos that he just freezes and stares for far too long.

There Soap and Gaz are, halfway up a flagpole and yelling down at Ghost who literally looks like he’s about to climb the damn thing, while Price stands to the side looking like a tired dad that can’t help but be endlessly amused and fond.

Nik walks over, still staring at the scene but taking a moment to pull Price into his side so he can kiss the side of his head before he’s asking what the fuck is going on.

Price snorts, waving a hand toward them uselessly as he speaks, “Oh y’know Soap. He was being a shit and dragged Garrick into it which ended up with Simon in the middle. They figured he’d have too much pride to climb a flagpole to get them but he’s seriously been considering it.”

Nic hums, smile cracking across his face when a startled scream and dread filled wail escape the two sergeants once Ghost actually starts climbing the damn thing.

“And you haven’t done anything because?” Price sighed again, head falling to the side so he could bury his face in Nik’s neck in an attempt to block out their madness.

“Was waiting for you to get back so you could give me some patience.” The pilot laughs a little louder this time, giving the man a longer lasting kiss for his troubles before sending him off.

“Do this now and I’ll make you some of that stew you enjoy so much.” Price is reluctant still, but he’s afraid of what will happen if he actually lets Ghost reach his sergeants while they’re still up that pole so he goes.

And if Nikolai’s promise of good food and his company makes him just a touch less harsher than he should’ve been then you won’t see any of the guys complaining about it.

~~~~

Oh my god! The 141 glaring Graves down or purposely steering Soap away from him at every available chance? Oof, thats fun.

That mf would get so salty he’d purposely start getting bolder with his flirting attempts and make shittier jokes, because if his time with Soap is gonna get cut down he’s gonna make sure it’s still worth it.

Price desperately wants to just kick the American out on his ass and call it a day but he knows Soap’s got a bit of a soft spot for him, plus he’d actually face very real and very serious repercussions from his superiors if he did that with no reason… viable reason that is.

Gaz shamelessly interrupts and drags Soap away whenever he catches so much as a glimpse of Graves near them. He can barely stand him on a good day, let alone one where he’s constantly going after his best friend.

Ghost doesn’t do much more than stare him tf down in that silent, semi-creepy way he has. Graves gets wildly unsettled by it because he knows (in his little lizard brain) that if he were to go toe to toe with him, not only would he lose but he’d also disappear off the face of the Earth. And that’s the last thing he wants right now.

Soap of course doesn’t have a damn clue, is honestly just happy to be with his team as often as he has been lately. He also enjoys hanging out with Graves, he likes having someone he can just have casual, light conversations with where its nothing more than good laughs and friendly interactions.

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Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars The Movie Ch. 5

A week later back at home, Terry was making steak fajitas for the family as he smiles at Korvo.

Korvo: Hey, darling.

Terry: Sure you want some fine tunes right now?

Terry gets out a remote and it plays, “Do the Twist”:

Korvo: Yes.

The two husbands starts dancing to the song. Then, Korvo receives a reminder notification.

Terry: What’s wrong?

Korvo: Oh it’s time for to get the groceries. But I don’t think I should go to the store today because of my recovery with my eyesight. Can you fill in for me darling while I finish making dinner?

Terry: Sure thing babe.

Korvo: Oh and be sure to wear a raincoat. It is raining fucking crazy tonight.

Terry: Thanks for the tip!

Terry gets out a raincoat and heads out while carrying a wallet as he head out the door and closes it. As Korvo puts the ingredients on the plate, he however senses something.

Korvo: What the fuck?

He then sense Terry heading to the store but then gasp upon seeing a bunch of mugs in the ally.

Korvo: Shit! I gotta go after him!

Korvo then looks at his reflection and then gets courageous as he closes his eyes and transforms into his superhero form. Then suddenly… Phoebe is standing behind him in shock.

Phoebe MacCarthy: What the fu-

Then the scene cuts to the store.

A Few seconds later, Terry walks home while complaining about the prices over ice cream bars as he puts his raincoat on

Terry Solar-Opposites: Why does ice cream cost so much?! Seriously, what is wrong with people?! They should-

Suddenly, a group of mugs surround him.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Uh, hey, guys? What's happening?

Mug: Give us your purse you bitch!

Terry Solar-Opposites: Uh this isn't a purse, it's a-

The mugs then starts pushing Terry around as he helps and falls to the ground.

Mug: Hand over your stuff or we'll-

Suddenly, the Mug was delivered a punch in the face somehow as he falls to the ground and moans. Terry gasps in shock. Suddenly, the mug gets grabbed as he screams in horror because no one is there.

Mug: What the hell is happening?! I'M FUCKING POSSESSED!

Suddenly, to the mug’s horror, it’s Korvo in his superhero form as he appears visible again and punches the mug in the face.

Korvo Solar-Opposites/???: Leave that nice man alone!

The mug charges at Korvo as he takes them one by one by turning indivisible. He even threw one mug at a ladder it knocks him out unconscious. Terry grows amazed.

Mug: Oh shit! This voodoo motherfucker has grown too powerful! Let’s get the hell outta here!

As the mugs run away, Terry turns to face Korvo.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Thank you, handsome. blushes Er, I mean, sir! Yeah, that's what I meant!

As Terry turns around, he finds Korvo gone, only for something to grab him as Korvo turns visible at him and gaze at Terry lovingly.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Ah! Oh, hey.

Korvo smiles as he stares at Terry lovingly and touches Terry’s face as Terry stammers a bit.

Terry Solar-Opposites: U-Uh, wh-what are you-

Suddenly, Korvo kiss Terry in the lips as rain falls as the two moan. Terry blushes as he pulls away.

Terry Solar-Opposites: I’m sorry… I’m already to married to the smartest bravest alien I know… my Korvy.

Korvo smiles.

Terry Solar-Opposites: I really like you. But my heart belongs with my husband…

Korvo Solar-Opposites/???: Well, my heart belongs to you.

Terry Solar-Opposites: What? What do you mean by….

Terry then looks closely at Korvo’s eyes as he touches his face and gasp.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Korvo?

Korvo then grabs Terry as they fly away. Terry starts screaming but then starts laughing and howling in joy.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Whoo-hoo! You never told me you were a superhero! This is awesome!

Korvo then looks down and realizes something. He then sighs.

Terry Solar-Opposites: Hey, what's the matter?

Korvo Solar-Opposites/???: Terry… it’s time I tell you and the kids the truth.

Terry smiles.

Terry: Honey, tell us everything you big damn heroic hunk!

Korvo smiles. Then, the scene cuts to the kids sitting on the couch staring in shock and surprise upon seeing Korvo in his superhero form.

Jesse: Terry, who’s this?

Korvo takes a deep breath and powers down. The kids gasp.

Yumyulack: Korvo?! You’re the superhero that saved our asses during you and Terry’s honeymoon?!

Pupa: Whoa!

Korvo laughs nervously. Yumyulack and Jesse screams in joy as they hug Korvo.

Jesse: You did something so awesome!

Yumyulack: Oh my God! My adult is superhero! This is awesome! What’s your superhero name by the way?!

Korvo: Hmm…Quasarblast!

Yumyulack: Wow! That’s awesome!

Phoebe MacCarthy: Korvo! That crystal your sister gave you! It must’ve given you those powers

Korvo gasps. Korvo turns back into Quasarblast as he realizes this but grows amazed by this kind of power.

Korvo/Quasarblast: I feel amazing.

Terry: Wow. Honey, you better keep this identity of yours a secret.

Korvo/Quasarblast: sighs You’re right.

He bravely goes up and stares at himself with determination in the mirror.

Korvo/Quasarblast: I must keep this new part of me a secret. Even if it means risking having a double life.

Terry: Wait. You’re not saying…

Korvo/Quasarblast: I-I think I like this new role… there might be some dangerous threats out there guys… and if there is… it’s my responsibility to stop them.

Terry smiles

Terry: Then, we’ll support you.

Jesse: Yeah! Don’t think you’re in this alone!

Yumyulack: We may not be heroes and not have super powers! But, we’re your family! And we’re in this thing together! No matter what! We got your back Korvo!

Quasarblast smiles tearfully.

Pupa: hugs Quasarblast Quasarblast.

Korvo/Quasarblast: Oh guys…

The family gets in a group hug as Quasarblast smiles tearfully.

Terry: Hey, Korvo. Why don’t we have fun with that invisibility of yours later.

Korvo/Quasarblast: Okay!

Quasarblast flies Terry to their bedroom and starts to have sex offscreen while the kids groan and cover their ears. Later that night in the bedroom, Terry stares lovingly at Korvo, who is asleep.

Terry: Goodnight, my brave superhero Shlorpian.

Terry kiss Korvo on the cheek as Korvo turns invisible again in his sleep and holds Terry close after he fall asleep. Terry feels Korvo’s warmth and sighs lovingly.

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Incorrect MW2 quotes  part 3

a/n: i just wanna make it clear I DO NOT ship Graves and Alejandro the generated quotes where just funny 

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Graves: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

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Ghost: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Gaz: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Ghost: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Gaz: But I heard a siren. Price: That was Soap. Soap: Sorry, I got nervous

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Price: *sharpens knife* We've got ways of making people talk. Price: *cuts piece of cake* Hassan: ...Can I have some? Price: Cake is for talkers.

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Price: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go. Ghost: Those are wanted posters!

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Gaz: Look guys, I need help. Laswell: Love help? Soap: Financial help? Price: Emotional help? Ghost: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Ghost* Ghost: What?

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Alejandro: What are you drinking? Graves: Vodka. Alejandro: Straight? Graves: No, gay. Why?

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Gaz: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.

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Gaz, skipping rocks on a lake with Price: It’s such a beautiful evening. Price: Yeah, it is. Price: *whispering* Take that you f***ing lake.

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Rodolfo: Ghost, I need some advice. Ghost: You need advice from ME? Rodolfo: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

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Ghost: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Price: Fucking Soap and Gaz were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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Graves: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Soap: What did you do?! Graves: NOBODY DIED! Soap: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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Ghost: She was poetry, but he couldn't read. Graves: His name was Jared he's 19. Soap: When his parents built a very strange machine. Alejandro, singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen. Rodolfo, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena! Gaz: Horrible job everyone.

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Graves: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

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Soap: To everyone who has treated me poorly; I am sexier than you.

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Gaz: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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*Alejandro falls over* Graves: Alejandro! Are you alright? Alejandro: Is that you, God? Graves: What? Alejandro: It's just, you sound a lot more like Graves than I expected.

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Ghost: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Soap: Put spaghetti in it. Ghost: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Gaz: Put spaghetti in it. Ghost: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Graves: Put spaghetti in it. Ghost: I am no longer taking suggestions.

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Graves: Can you pass the salt? Alejandro: Can you pass away? Graves: Too much salt.

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Alejandro: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you. Soap: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool! Alejandro: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

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Alejandro: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone. Rodolfo: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

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Soap: Is there a cactus where your heart should be? Price: What’s up your ass this morning! Ghost: *walks in* ...Hey. Price: Hmm… nevermind. Soap: WAIT NO!

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Laswell: Watcha got there..? Price: *petting a ostrich* A smoothie.

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