#i just wanna go up to the me from 7 years ago and shake her down

[passionpluto]

the pipeline from "i'm gonna write a neurodivergent main cast" to asking yourself "why is it so easy for me to get into this character's head" to realizing you have at least two of the things you were gonna write about to finally getting an official diagnosis and meds for both

[tpwk-formula1]

It Was Obvious - LN4

Lando Norris x Fewtrell Twin reader

Summary: Lando and Y/N Fewtrell have been seeing each other since just before the season started, what happens when they all go on vacation for summer break and are forced to continue and try to hide their relationship.

TW - NOT EDITED, lowkey mad cheesy, some fluff, talks of slight anxiety, secret relationship

WC 1200+

Y/N POV

"Lando, he's going to kill us if he catches you in here," I whisper to my boyfriend of 6 months, who is currently in my room pulling me in for another kiss.

"I'm willing to fight," Lando whispers again before kissing me again. It was a rushed make out session knowing we didn't have much time making me feel like I was back in year 10 hiding my boyfriend from my parents. But instead of my parents not knowing it's my twin brother who just so happens to be Lando's best friend.

"I love you," I whisper when he pulls away. I see the light blush crawl up his neck before settling on his cheek showing that regardless of how long we have been together we still get the giddy feelings.

"I love you too," he whispers back before slipping out of my room presumably going to his or Max's.

It's not even ten minutes later before another knock rings out through my room making me think Lando is coming back in already..

"Come in," I call out not moving from my bad. When the door opens to reveal Pietra I relax slightly knowing I don't have to worry about my twin coming in and finding out the truth had it been Lando.

"I wanna talk to you," P tells me softly making me sit up and start to feel some anxiety sink in, not knowing what she wants to talk about.

"Im not picking sides in the divorce," I joke softly making her laugh and shake her head.

"I'm not breaking up with your brother," P tells me softly making me laugh cause I knew damn well she wasn't trying to talk to me about that.

"So you and Lando?" She asks with a smirk on her face. I instantly feel all the air in the room leave making it increasingly more difficult to breathe.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down! I'm not here to get anyone in trouble. I just wanna know more information," P tells me softly when she notices the panic starting to take over my body.

"Please don't tell anyone," I whisper out not knowing how to to trust anyone right now.

"I won't tell anyone. I think it's something you and Lando will need to do on your own time," she tells me with a smile making me relax a little bit more.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks me with a smile. I nod my head with a smile knowing I haven't been able to talk about my relationship with anyone but my mom.

"We started dating in February shortly after Max dragged you and I to that stupid golf thing. We had been talking before that but after Lando got wasted and couldn't take care of himself I went back home with him and pretty much babysat him until he went to sleep. The next morning he woke up and he set up a really cute brunch where he asked me out," I tell her with a smile making her smile with me.

"How did you figure it out?" I ask making her laugh out loud.

"Girl I love you to death but you guys are terrible at sneaking around. We've been here for for two days and everytime I can't find you, Lando just so happens to be missing as well, so I decided to spy on yall. Well kind of, I just so happened to be coming out of the bathroom when he was leaving your room and I truly wouldn't have thought anything of it but I was already suspecting you guys," she tells me making me nod.

"I think Lando and I are gonna make Max to lunch and tell him. I'm tired of lying to him and hiding my relationship," I tell her making her nod and smile.

"I think it's about time 'cause that was almost 7 months ago," she laughs out. I laughed with her happy to know she was happy for me and supported my relationship.

We're nearing the end of our trip and I have decided it was time. Keegan was already making jokes about us being together and thankfully Max was brushing them off as a joke but I'm sure he's going to start realizing the truth.

"Hey Max, I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch later?" I ask softly not wanting to give too much information and try to pass it off as twin bonding.

"Ya, we could go to that one restaurant you've been begging to since we arrived," Max says with a laugh.

"I saw it on TikTok and it looked amazing," I reply back showing my excitement.

I make sure to text Lando the plan and while I plan to tell Max just us I want Lando nearby incase he wants to talk to both of us.

We're halfway through our meal when I finally drop my fork and clear my throat.

"I have to tell you something," I tell him making him drop his fork and roll his eyes jokingly.

"I knew you didn't just want to hang out with me," he jokes making both of us laugh.

"Ya, um but you have to promise to hear me out before getting upset," I tell him suttering in stress a little making him focus on me completely.

"So, please don't be upset but, landoandiareseeingeachother," I breath out in one breath talking too fast for anyone to understand.

"Try again and breathe this time," Max says trying to stay calm at the situation.

"Lando and I are dating," I tell him refusing to look at him. When I meet his eyes I he is giving me the most disbelief look possible.

"Are you kidding me?" Max asks in pure disbelief making me grow increasingly more nervous.

"I promise he's a good one," I quickly come to defend my partner.

"You thought I didn't know?" Max rephrases his statement making it clear he already knows.

"You knew!" I announce being quite a bit louder than I had hoped.

"I've known since Miami. I mean that confirmed it but I definitely caught on before that," Max tells me slightly stunned that I didn't realize.

"I wanted you to tell me when you were ready. Besides its been funny watching you and Lando try to sneak around all this time," Max tells me laughing slightly.

"So you don't care?" I ask him trying to get clarification. He just shook his head no.

"What about P?" I asked just getting curious to the situation now.

"What about her?" Max asks, clearly confused now.

"She came into my room earlier in the trip and asked me about it," I tell him, giving him some more detail about the conversation.

"Oh, no I didn't tell anyone I knew. Meaning she also caught on to your guy's terrible sneaking," Max laughs before adding, "Hell, even Keegan caught on."

I just laughed at that before sending Lando a quick text to let him know he could come in if he wanted. When he met us at the table Max explained to both of us how he caught on and when he realized we both had feelings for each other, which had been long before we started talking.

"Hey but if you break her heart I will pay Verstappen to take you out," Max tells Lando as we are walking back to the beach house we rented for the week.

That just made Lando laugh before telling him he wouldn't dare hurt me.

It was nice being able to spend the last few days of break not having to hide my relationship.

[m0nsterqzzz]

(wife) Natasha Romanoff x reader

word count: 1.8 k

- Snow Day -

summary - snow days with your wife and kids

a/n - ahhhhhh i love snow and natasha.

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The moment Natasha jumps on top of you at 7am is the moment you decide to divorce her. 

Not seriously, but you did threaten to as she shook your body and practically screamed, “It’s snowing detka!” You opened one eye and sure enough, there was ice frost covering the outside of your bedroom windows and you could see snow covering the trees. 

“That’s nice honey. Now go back to bed.” She shakes her head, jumping off the bed and yelling as loud as she can- which is pretty fucking loud if you didn’t know-, “Kids! It’s snowing!”

Just like Natasha, your kids love the snow more than anything. Probably more than they love you. It's a few seconds before the cheering begins, and then your oldest sons come running into your room and jump onto the bed. “Wake up! Wake up!” Lev, the oldest, practically screams in your face, and then Andy- short for Anthony-, the middle child, lays his whole body weight on top of you. He’s fourteen years old, only two years younger than his older brother and eight years older than their little sister, but after years of working out with Natasha, he’s very strong and putting his whole body weight on top of you means basically cutting off your ability to breathe.

The sound of little footsteps entering the room makes you all stop, and Lena, your six year old daughter and youngest child, enters the room with her stuffed monkey in hand and crawls into the bed next to you. She loves the snow, but she also loves sleep just like you.

“Come here принцесса.” Lev mutters, grabbing his little sister from the bed and holding her in his arms. Her big brothers are her protectors, and if you and Natasha aren’t there to treat her like a princess, her brothers are.

“You wanna build a snowman little spider?” Andy asks, tickling her stomach as a method of waking her up. She giggles, a tired grin taking over her face as she looks out the window. “Snow day?” “Snow day Lena.” She nods, suddenly much more awake as she climbs out of his arms and back onto the bed. You think she's coming back to cuddle with you, but you should know by the devilish grin on her face- one very similar to your wifes- that is not true. She stands up on the bed, then lets her small body free fall onto yours. Was naming her after your sister in law (the one that totally did this shit to you a few months ago) a good idea? Probably not.

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And that's how you ended up gathering up all the scarfs in the house, which only turned out to be 4. Luckily, one of them was really long so you and Natasha can share it once you get outside. While the kids are in their rooms putting on thousands of layers, Natasha is in a tank top and leggings like she's about to go out on a run in the summertime. “Natalia. Where is your sweater? Sorry I meant, where are your sweaters? Plural because it’s fudging freezing outside.” 

She shrugs, continuing to make six cups of hot chocolate despite it being 7 in the morning. You chuckle. “The kids only need one cup each Nat.” She nods, looking down at the cups with a nervous smile. “I know…..three of these are for me.”

You grab a few sweaters for her, forcing her to put them on and then standing in front of her holding in a laugh at the now balloon shaped form of your wife. “You look um….you look amazing honey.” She can't see you considering the beanie going down to her nose and scarf up to about the same place but she can hear you searching through your pockets for your phone. “I know what you’re doing! Do I look stupid to you detka?”

“Yes….and this is going on the Avengers Christmas card.” You snap the photo, running away from her when she begins waddling towards you. 

You go stand out on the porch with her, waiting for your kids to come out and join you in the cold. Why they love the freezing temperatures will always be a mystery to you. When they come out, each kid is handed one cup of hot chocolate that they pull down their scarves to chug. They boy’s aren't too big as they’ve grown a lot over the years since you bought the pieces of fabric, but the new one you bought for Lena when winter season started is practically covering her whole head and Natasha has to pull it down in order to see the little girl's bright smile.

You take your seat at one of the rocking chairs you and your wife bought for your wrap around porch, piling several blankets over your lap and watching with a smile as the kids- that's including Natasha- run out into the chilly forest. When Lev was two years old and you had first adopted the few month old baby Andy, Natasha retired from her job as an Avenger and bought you and your kids a large piece of property and a big house. The land is filled with trees that kids spend evenings placing hide and seek in, and in the summer they go horseback riding with their mom. Natasha takes care of all the animals that live around the property and in the barn, and you spend days doing whatever you wish whether it's helping her or staying inside the house relaxing with the kids.

A snowball flies past your head, and you look up to glare at your wife. “Hey! Why are you looking at me? Look at them!” The redhead points to the kids, who stare at her bewilderment. “You know what? Fuck this.” You mutter, removing the blankets from your lap and running out into the snow. You form a snowball, hiding with your kids behind a stack of hay that Natasha left out the other day. Your wife was an Avenger, a spy, and a shield agent. That's all true. But you live with her. It’s not too hard to pick up on her habits. 

You can hear her crunchy footprints coming up behind the hay, but the kids have already formed even more snowballs so you hold up three fingers, slowly putting each on down until you have zero left. They all jump up, practically yelling war cries as they hit their mother with snowball after snowball. You take this chance to run into the forest nearby, hiding behind a tree with several snowballs in hand.

Once they run out of snowballs and the laughter dies down a bit, you sneak out from behind the tree and begin throwing the snow at the back of your wife. The children laugh, but she turns to you with a devil-like grin and you instantly know you’re in deep shit. “Okay Nat….Nat….our kids are watching. They can't see me go like this.” You dramatically tell her, only bringing more giggles out of your kids. 

“Get her mom!” Lev cheers, and your eyes widen as you look at him in mock offense. 

“Whose side are you on kid?” You ask. He shrugs, holding up another snowball and throwing it at Natasha's head.

“Neither. Every man for themselves!” He sprints into the forest, Andy close behind him and Lena standing out in the open with no snowballs in hand. 

Natasha grins at her, opening her arms for a hug. “Come here and give me a hug, little spider.” The six year old narrows her eyes at the Russian woman before sprinting after her brothers, but Natasha is already forming four snowballs when the little girl gets to the edge of the tree line.

You watch with a grimace as your wife throws each snowball at the back of the little girl, and the force of the snow makes Lena fall face first into a pile of coldness. You smack Natasha’s arm. “Natalia! She’s six years old!”

The redhead just laughs, turning her back to the forest as she grins at you. “She's my daughter. She can handle a couple snowballs to the face.” While she was defending letting her child get hypothermia, Lev and Andy were sneaking up behind her, each with a large pile of snow in their arms.

“Um….Nat-” You start with a giggle, but it's too late and the boys are lifting up the piles to drop them on top of her head. It breaks over her head, falling down in front and behind her like snow and leaving it all over her head and shoulders. “That was for Lena!” Andy yells and then they take back off to the forest, Natasha not far behind.

A few hours later, you watch as Natasha and the kids come back out of the forest, and then plop down in the snow with erratic breathing. You get up from your seat on the porch, walking onto the cold field and then laying down in it right next to your wife.

It's silent for a few minutes, but then the sound of shuffling begins. You look to your side to see Natasha moving her arms and legs, forming an angel looking shape in the snow. You all spread out a little before copying her movements. So that's what you guys do for like three minutes, before standing up and admiring your guy’s work. There are five different sized angels in the snow, the perfect replicas of you and your family.

“Mama. I’m cold.” With a small smile, Nat grabs her by her under arms and hoists her up on her shoulders. 

“I think that calls for more hot cocoa.” “Tasha-” You go to tell her that they’ve already had too much sugar and that Lena is practically shaking due to a sugar high, but she’s making her way into the house with the boys trailing behind her before you can say anything. You chuckle to yourself, following after them.

She’s already grabbing the packets of cocoa powder once you get inside, and the boys settle themselves on the couch as you snatch them from her. She groans, sending you her best pout. You've been married to her for a very long time though and rarely fall for that anymore. “No. They can have something else.” The redhead widens her eyes, trying to put on a puppy dog's face that has you laughing harder than you ever had.

“Fine.” You’re not going to tell her that the only reason you said yes is because Lena was doing the face too. The little girls were much cuter. They cheer, beginning to heat up some milk to put in the hot drink as you go sit down on the couch with your boys. 

Natasha and Lena join you guys, the older of the two sitting behind you on the couch so you can lay your back on her chest, and the boys let their little sister choose a movie which is why you end up watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Your wife isn’t focused on the movie though. She’s admiring you, how you chuckle at the funny parts as your eyes sparkle with joy.

Snow days are her favorite thing, but it’ll never compare to you.

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[ifancyharry]

Close as strangers

Harry hurried down the hallway all the way to his room, sliding the key card against the key-reader, unlocking the door and pushing it open with his palms pressed against it.

He quickly removed his shoes, tossing them near the door, before plopping down on the hotel bed, his back against the headboard.

He fished out of his skinny jeans his phone, grimacing at the screen that read 3 missed calls from ‘Angel <3’.

He sighed as he unlocked it, typing hurriedly the number he knew by heart on the keyboard, and putting it on speaker, too tired to hold the phone to his shoulder for the call.

He waited for her to pick up as he listened to the incessant ringing of the line.

“Pick up, pick up” he whispered, biting at the skin of his thumb to suppress his sighs.

He knew he was late. And he felt like he could only imagine the disappointment YN felt when he didn’t answer her call.

He and YN had picked out a specific time throughout the day where the both of them had to be available. No matter what the other was doing, at 7 o’clock they had to answer the phone, which was a pretty understandable rule, and Harry had found it easy to comply to it at first, excusing himself to take a call or getting covered by his band mates if he couldn’t make up an excuse quickly enough. But with time, his schedule had gotten really busy.

And he sometimes missed her calls.

He wasn’t the fresh out of XFactor sixteen year old he’d been when they first started dating. He was Harry from One Direction now, and despite him feeling as the same shy guy that worked in a bakery, life around him had changed, and with it, his relationship.

He knew how she was; he knew she wasn’t answering because she was upset. And Harry really didn’t blame her, but he just didn’t find it reasonable to be upset (“stubborn little thing! — he’d say, once she had calmed down and answered the phone — It doesn’t benefit neither of us if you don’t pick up ‘cause you’re mad!”).

He rolled his eyes once the line went dead, and opened the text app instead, typing quickly with his fingers.

Baby pick up I wanna talk to you

After a couple of minutes, he wrote again: please

I miss you

And after that, he tried the line once again. This time, she picked up after five rings with a small “hello?”, her voice sounded croaky distorted from the phone.

“Hello angel. I’m sorry I didn’t answer.”

“It’s okay”, and Harry felt her sigh through the phone, “i was thinking we should push back the calls until you’re back…”

“What?”

“I know you’re pretty busy,” she said, sternly, “and I don’t want to bother you.”

“What?” Harry repeated, and once he realized he already asked that, he cleared his voice and said: “you could never be a bother”.

YN couldn’t see him but she knew he was shaking his head. She tried not to picture the frown in his brows and the pout in his face, otherwise she couldn’t possibly keep going.

“Things are different now—”

“No.” He cut her off, “don’t say that, angel. Nothing’s changed. It’s still us.”

“Harry” she softened her tone to make sure he really understood her, “it’s still us. — she nodded firmly to herself — I think it’s best if we stick to texting for now. It’s okay.”

“Okay… okay, if that’s - if that’s what you want. Okay.”

“It’s better this way” she sighed once again and Harry felt her breathing through the phone, her shaky breath loud in his ears as if it were his own.

“But we’re good, right? Tell me we’re good.”

“Yes, of course we’re good.”

Harry nodded, staying quiet as the words she’d just spoken lingered in the air between them. Despite being so far away he could almost feel her right next to him as she kept talking, unaware of the heavy weight he felt on his chest making it a little harder to breathe, the sudden realization that maybe they weren’t good after all.

Hi lovelies!!! I was cleaning my drafts and I saw this thing I wrote ages ago, based on Close as strangers by 5sos. Lmk if it’s something you’d like to read and I will publish the whole thing!

[s-4pphics]

forever dying. (e.w.)

FEAR. noun. an unpleasant emotion or thought that you have when you are frightened or worried by something dangerous, painful, or bad that is happening or might happen.

emotions writing challenge :3

wc;cw: 7 hunnid, angst, ellie needs a hug :(, gore

Ellie’s boots bury deep into the snow with every weighted footstep, her pack and bow hitting her back as she walks. She wanted to run, but she didn’t want to cause a scene; Freaking out in public makes her freak out more. 

She needs to get home. She misses you and she’s on the verge of panicking because you’re not next to her. She should’ve never volunteered to do patrol. 

You’re tired, you’d whispered in the early morning as she dressed, just lay here with me? 

He’s old, Ellie whispered back: about Joel. If she doesn’t go, then he’ll have to, and he’s old, although he denies it; He shouldn’t be working as hard anymore, at least, that’s what Ellie convinced herself when she saw him reorganizing the horse shed. Boxes were being stacked, but he was tired; It was evident in the tremor in his arms. Ellie’s exhaustion will never be able to match his, no matter what she does. Plus, I wanna go. It won’t be long, promise. 

And just like that, she kissed your head, your nose, your lips, before snagging her coat and leaving. 

She’s gotten used to killing clickers; There was a dark point — two years ago — where she actually enjoyed it: the grittiness, the power she had over the source that destroyed the world. But moments like today remind her how gruesome and horrific life is. 

It was only mile three into patrol when she saw the scene from a distance: the outline of a boy, no older than ten, dead and bloody, being preyed on by at least five clickers. At least. 

Millions of thoughts rushed through her mind: why was he alone? Why is he so small? Why didn’t she come sooner and save him? 

Horror slammed into her and she froze, nausea overtaking her at the sight. Shimmer was already snorting and shifting, preparing to turn around, but Ellie couldn’t move. She only gripped the lasso tighter, her thick gloves pinching her skin. 

Apparently, she breathed too loudly; All the clickers turned towards her direction in milliseconds. She wasn’t prepared for all of them to rush towards her and Shimmer. She wasn’t... fucking prepared. 

Ellie’s still not sure how she made it out, but she did, and she needs you close. Vulnerability is extremely difficult for her, but she melts with you. She should’ve never left this morning. 

“Ellie!” Jesse. “Wait up!”

She’s already shaking her head, moving quicker.  

“I’m fine!” She’s not. She swiftly peers over her shoulder, dismissively waving her hand. “I just… I needa get home. We’ll talk later.” Has her safe haven always been this fucking far?  

It seems like hours pass before her walk ends, and she’s on your shared porch; She shoves through the door and is hit with immediate warmth and the smell of cinnamon, and her heart calms. Only slightly. 

She kicks her shoes off and tosses her supplies on the floor before padding down the hallway and into your shared bedroom. 

You’re sitting on the floor, reorganizing the bookshelf, murmuring song lyrics to yourself. You meet her eyes in a mirror propped up against the wall and smile. 

But it drops at the sound of her voice. 

She only whispered hey, but her tone is enough to get you up and moving towards her, concern on your face. Her expression is telling: fear. Grief. No wonder she’s back so early. 

Your hands are cautious as they hover over her shoulders, but she nods gently. It’s okay, she hopes her eyes read, please hold me.  

She’s instantly pulled close, right up against you, and she falls apart. Ellie doesn’t feel any tears coming, just feels them seep into your sweater. You’re asking if she’s hurt, but she’s not sure how to answer, so she stays quiet. 

Your touch is so soothing. But she’s scared… and heartbroken. And guilty: she, somehow, feels at fault. That poor kid. She's sobbing now, loud and painful.

Hope, in this time, is lethal. The graphic scene is proof enough that the world is forever dying. 

[valexformula1]

Electricity - DR3

Request: No

Summary: Reader and Daniel being fools for each other but not confessing after Daniel heard Lewis is gonna ask reader out

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x best friend!reader

Word Count: 1323

Warnings: little sad and fluff, house moving, Daniel and reader being a pair of fools for ice cream, cursing

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song electricity of Silk City, Dua Lipa. Don’t be a ghost reader, it took me a while to write in it.

1996

At your 7 years you got to move from your country because your father got a job offer at Perth, Australia, you got to admin it was scary at first, moving from Peru to Australia was not easy especially when it was a different idiom, people, school, basically everything. Your mother died when you were 4, so it has been you and your dad only until you meet him.

Your dad was a mechanic engineer, and he was working at the Australia track when you meet him. 

It was a very hotness Wednesday when you were looking around for your dad since you got lost looking the other cars when suddenly him bumped you, a pretty boy with big brown eyes and a cheeky smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t see where I was going” 

“Sorry too, are you okey? ” he said cheking on you to see if you were fine

“Yep, I’m y/n by the way”

“I’m Daniel, nice to meet you” he said shaking hands with you “Come on, let’s go for some ice cream” 

Before you could answer he was already running and holding your hand, so you could follow him.

Since that you and him start to hang more and more becoming best friends, you attending to his races and him been for you in every broken heart.

2011

When I'm with you

Ooh, baby

Giving up my ghost for you

“Gosh Daniel, I’m so proud of you debuting for F1” you said

“What you think about the race?” he replied

“That someone is getting an F1 seat soon” 

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely, you’ll see”

“Thanks, changing theme” he said looking behind you “where is Michael?”

“He isn’t coming, actually he isn’t coming anymore we split out, think it wasn’t meant to be”

“What? Why? You okey?”

“Yep, we just wanted different things” you said trying to recover the reality “come on let’s go for some ice cream” you said grabbing his hand.

The truth was that Micheal want to call it quits since he saw how much time you spend with Daniel and you attending to the race and cancelling your date 3 days before was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

He told you that it was clear you and Daniel were in love, so he broke up with you, you didn’t agree with him saying that you got a thing for Daniel when it wasn’t he was your best friend that was all.

2021

All I see is you, lately

Wide awake and in my dreams

I see your face so vividly

I don't know what I'd do

Ooh, baby

If you only saw a friend in me

I'd be bittersweet

That casual kiss on my cheek would have meant nothing up until recently, every time that you saw, hug or touch Daniel there was a feeling, a feeling in your stomach.

This started to happen since that GP 2 years ago when he wins, you watch him get off the stage to hug you and since then you could stop thinking about him. 

Now you weren’t dumb you knew what it meant, but it didn’t matter, today you decided to give it a shot and tell him after the race. 

“Hey Dan, congrats on p4” you said after entering on his driver's room

“Thanks y/n” okey it was now or never

“So, I want to tell you something” said both of you

“Go ahead” he said

“No, you” you said thinking he would say what you think it was, was it that he felt the same? He also likes you ?

“Well, I meet this pretty girl yesterday and I ask her to go on a date tomorrow” he said smiling

After that you learn that online date apps were not that bad at all.

2022

I know you've been treating, treating yourself wrong

So let me care for you

Ooh, baby

I'ma love you differently

I'll give you electricity

“Hey, you wanna grab some ice cream?” you said to him after he opens the door of the hotel

Everybody knew Daniel wasn’t having the time of his life this season with Mclaren treating him like shit.

“Thank but not in the mood” he says a little sad

“What’s wrong?” you could feel something was not fine

“Imleavingmclaren” he whispered 

“What?” you replied confused

“I’m leaving Mclaren y/n” he said more loud this time with tears in his eyes

This past few weeks Daniel was the center of attention on the paddock but not for a good reason, everyone wanted to know where he was going to go or do after the news. Daniel started to push everyone, fake smiling all the time, there wasn’t that smile that you saw years ago anymore, he started to lose weight and cancelled to your friend dates.

“Daniel, talk to me” you beg, this week you found out Daniel wasn’t eating

“I am fine”

“No you’re not, you being skipping foods” 

“Just wasn’t hungry, that’s all”

“What about our Wednesdays of ice cream that you seem to skip now” you replied a little angry now

“Busy”

“Daniel Joseph Ricciardo stop it, I know you since we were 7, and I know you are not fine, and it’s okey not being fine sometimes” you said now hugging him

“It’s just too much for me right now, I feel like my life doesn’t matter anymore, I feel lost” he cried

“You’re going to be fine, let me care for you ”

2023

I feel electric, baby

So electric, baby

Wanna let you know, let you know

I think I'm ready, baby

I think I'm ready, now

It was the Australia GP and you decided to go see it with Daniel, that night at the hotel he started to feel better, it has been a tough way, but now he was the third driver of Red Bull Racing, and he had enough time for Wednesdays of Ice cream.

“Hey Seb, how retiring treating you?”

“Very good, where is your lovebird?”

“Not my lovebird”

“Come on y/n, you two are bound to one another, you always have been, and I know he feels the same” 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think he feels the same way” you replied

“Who? Daniel?” said Hanna joining the conversation “he is a fool for you” 

“Yep but y/n says he is not” Seb said telling his wife the context 

“I even thought you were dating, there is no way he doesn’t” she said

“Yeah, well he doesn’t” you said 

Max has won the Australia GP, and you’re at the hotel getting ready for the party when you heard a knock.

“Hi Dan” you said opening the door

“So I heard Lewis want to ask you out” he says while entering to the room.

What? Lewis? I mean he was cute, well hot, but you were more into a certain Australian “Really? Who you kn..” you couldn’t finish because you feel his lips against you. 

“Before you said anything I just want you to know I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at that Wednesday when we went to eat ice cream, and you order vanilla, and ever since that day I have hidden my feelings because I didn’t want to lose you, but now I heard Lewis want to ask you out, so I have to risk now because I know him, and I know that if you say yes to that date I will lose you forever so here I’m telling you everything and hoping you feel the same way y/n”  he lower his head as he finishes saying that, not wanting to look your reaction but instead of a push he feels your lips again.

“That means you like me too?”

“Of course you fool”

He started to smile, grab your hand and run while yelled “Come on, let’s grab some ice cream to commemorate this moment” 

[lizzieislife94x]

Mile High Club (w.m)

WandaG!PxFem Reader

Just a little update to keep the stories up to date I only started writing like 5 days ago but for some reason I enjoy writing g!p don't know why but I hope you enjoy if you don't only way to fix it is by messaging me YOUR requests what you would like to read but until then y'all have to deal with what my imagination creates lmaooo. Anyway enjoy 😉 (sorry just keeping what was already wrote bc im copy and pasting)

Y/ns POV: 

"Uggggh how long is left until we arrive wanda I feel like we've been up here for 8 hours" I groan at the annoyed looking witch across from me, she just gives me a death stare "y/n shut up I don't want to be here anymore than you do I'd rather be doing literally anything else than this we've only been in the air 40 minutes and I swear if you don't shut up I will throw you out this jet I'm not dealing with your whining for the next 7 hours, go entertain yourself or sleep I don't really care just do it away from me" she spits out and I feel a mixture of emotions the strangest is turned on when she yells at me or gives me a death stare it makes me feel some kinda way I'm not gonna lie I purposely annoy her at times to get a reaction because its such a turn on, we've both been on the avengers for like 3 years now and we never really liked each other I don't dislike her but we never really got to know each other to like each other so it kind of went from there I think that's why the team sent just me and her because they can't bare to be in the same room as us when we bicker never mind trapped in metal bird for 7 hours, I shake my head getting out of my thoughts and let out a frustrated sigh "fine you stay up here I'm going to go lay down I don't wanna be here either I'd rather be at a bar having fun drinking and potentially hooking up with someone than behere I don't know why fury put us on this stupid mission" I say with attitude as I storm away not giving her time to reply.

3 hours later

I continued to toss and turn like I have been the last few hours I can't seem to fall asleep then an idea pops into my head I bite my lip and slide my hand down my sweat pants and panties letting out a low moan at the contact I slowly start to rub circles on my clit teasing myself as the thought of Wanda pops into my head I can't lie but every time I need to get off I can't help but think of her nothing else seems to work I continue to tease my clit before sliding my hand out and taking off my sweats and panties mhh much better I slide my hand back down to my pussy and close my eyes continuing the teasing of my clit fuck this feels good, I slide my 2 fingers into my already dripping cunt and begin to thrust slowly letting out moans getting lost in the pleasure "oh fuck Wanda yessss right there don't stop" I moan completely forgetting where I am I don't notice due to the amazing feeling I'm bring myself "fuck fuck I'm so bad I need you to put me in my place daddy"

I instantly freeze when I hear a snicker I know to well and I don't dare open my eyes fuck fuck fuck "eyes on me y/n" she states as her accent creeps through this isn't happening I open my eyes and look up at a smug Wanda and my eyes instantly catch her huge bulge in her sweats holy fuck, I pull my fingers out and close my legs and mumble breathless "what are you doing here a little privacy please" she smirks and bites her lip "I wouldn't have bothered until I heard you moan my name that caught my interest so I came over and heard you moaning about how much of a bad girl you where and you wanted me to put you in place so here I am princess spread those legs for daddy let me see that pretty pussy" I instantly open my legs for her fuck why do I feel the need to do as she says, she walks over to the bed biting her lip as she removes her clothes and the minute she removes her boxers my mouth falls open she's huge Holy shit "suck" she commands and I comply crawling over to her and biting lip, I take hold of her hard member and she let's out a moan, fuck that was hot I lower my head and tease her tip with my tounge wanting more of those sweet sweet moans and it works I slide more of her into my mouth trying to get all of her in, I start gagging and feel tears run down my cheek as she pulls out of me

"oh y/n well work on that don't worry princess the key is to breath through your nose but we'll get there" I blush as she pushes me back to lay down and climbs between my legs she wastes no time in attacking my clit and the sounds that leave my mouth I don't recognise no girl has made me feel like this let alone in the space of 30 seconds I continue to moan getting louder as she slides 3 fingers into my waiting cunt fuckkkkk "shit daddy don't stop I'm so fucking close" I beg and feel her smirk into my cunt after a few more thrusts of her magical fingers I cum with a scream of her name "fuck y/n that was so fucking sexy, I can't wait to fuck that attitude out of you do you have any condoms" she breaths out clearly turned on "fuck I don't but I could always take plan B tomorrow or you could pull o.." I'm interrupted by Wanda shh'ing me while teasing my entrance with her soild member "oh no babygirl I won't be pulling out I want to fill your needy little cunt, we can get plan B" I moan and nod fuck that was sexy my thoughts are wiped when she bottoms out inside my tight cunt as a silent scream falls from my mouth hers to by the looks of it she stays still for a second looking into my eyes and I nod letting her know its ok to move, I instinctively wrap my legs around her pulling her closer and crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss I don't fight her I let her invade my mouth with her tounge both of us moaning into each others mouths as her thrusts get faster and harder hitting my gspot over and over I break away from the kiss and moan "I'm.. fuck I'm gonna cum" she smirks and switches positions putting my legs over her shoulders so she can get deeper and holy shit I've never felt anything like this "don't stop daddy" I moan into her ear as she pounds my needy pussy till I cum all over her cock as my eyes roll and a string of words leave my mouth she slows her thrusts to help me through my orgasm "such a good girl you done so well for me baby, but we're not done" she smirks biting her lip pulling out of me and I whimper feeling so empty without her inside me, she gets up and helps me up walking into the main sitting area and pushes me against the wall spreading my legs "fuck Wanda I need you" and before I know it she's deep inside my tight cunt again groaning into my ear "fuck princess just like that you take my cock so well" I close my eyes moaning at the immense pleasure building up "fuck daddy I want you to fill me please" she starts pounding into me tightening her grip on my waist I know she's close I feel her twitching inside me so I start meeting her thrusts both of us chasing our highs "I'm gonna cum y/n" I moan feeling her thrusting harder and faster than before "me too daddy cum inside me "I moan out loud and I think that sent her over the edge because I feel her shooting her load deep inside me which sends me over the edge.

Fuck that was amazing after we both get ready I look over at her and smirk "I've wanted to do that for so long" she glares at me "I'm not even sorry why do you think I push your buttons so much because your so fucking sexy when you look at me like you're going to kill me" she just giggles and gives me a genuine smile I've never seen. I smirk and bite my lip "guess I can say I'm part of the milehigh club" she laughs and nods in agreement fuck her laugh is actually beautiful 

AN: just to keep the book up to date if you want anything specific let me know lovely people, all feedback welcome if you enjoy It if you don't I don't mind haha word count for this chapter is close to 1.6k 

[jev-urisk]

Morreial's heist supplies: Tag Game ✨️

Original game by @thecomfywriter (Post HERE). Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Premise: Write your OC using these tools (from Ch. 18 of Throne of Vengeance) to commit a heist involving an armored vault. A piece of string, a lantern, oil, matches, a book, a cup, an enchanted shovel, and a pair of gloves. And, a navy blue Henley

Love, LOVE this prompt. It's perfect for Kazimier💋, my shapeshifting incubus OC from my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐

It's kinda spoiler-y, because it goes over some of Kazimier's abilities and really shows the kind of bastard he is. You've been warned.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal. Kazimier smirks behind his drink, an appraising glint in his mismatched eyes. "You wanna know how I did it?" he teases. He knew you did, but wanted to hear you say it anyway.

"How did you steal it?"

He leans back, swirling his glass. "So the safe in this fancy hotel was owned by a Nexi couple, right? They shipped the damn thing down from Nexis years ago an' had it installed in their always-booked penthouse suite. I woulda' sacked it a decade ago but this safe has an arcane lock, capisce?"

You shake your head no, and he rolls his eyes.

"Magic technology, unpickable. An' the only way to open this particular lock is to touch their wedding rings to this weird circle on the front, yeah? So the first thing I do is track down a mediocre fairy lantern replica."

"Wait, what?" you can help uttering, and it earns you a scoff.

"What? It's not like faeries are real, an' if they were they'd appreciate how stupid some folks are over their alleged arda'facts. The husband was one such stupid folk, and after broadcastin' that someone on the black market found a new lantern, a few fake death threats, and a well-placed comment made by a poker dealer- I got him to agree to a meeting in a car. One of them fancy Nexi ones that comes with a driver an' I made sure the person at the wheel is one on my payroll. I arrive as a representative of the auction house, shapeshifted to look like a vampiress."

"Wait, so you-"

"Had tits, yes. Along with long brown hair, skinny ankles, and a pencil skirt shorter than your attention span."

You grimace, "I wasn't going to ask about you having, uh.."

"-AAAnnyway, the moment I set down my briefcase bag it starts leakin' a sleeping gas and I keep him distracted. Soon enough he's out like a light and I crack open the hollowed out copy of 'Auctions Uncatalogued: A Dry Fuckin' History Book' for a few supplies. I knew he was a thicc bastard, so I came prepared with some oil and string to get the ring off, as well as gloves to keep the guy's taste outta my brain."

"What does that mean??"

"I'm not gonna explain how to get little rings offa big fingers, bud. Ask the internet. OH, I also filched his shirt- a blue henley kinda' thing, and his slacks. The car keeps movin' and I use his weird-Nexi-phone to call his broad, who is very occupied in some high-stakes gambling and tell 'er using her husband's voice that I need her ring to make an exchange of some Nexan technology in the safe for the super legit fairy lamp some vampire just showed me. I shapeshift into the husband, put on his clothes, and am in and out of the casino without the broad suspecting a thing. She hands me the ring, I complain bitterly about her not spendin' enough time with me, she tells me not now and goes back to her gambling. Perfect marriage. An hour later I've exchanged their top-grade arcane technology for a dinky old lamp and am waitin' around for the wife to show up." Kazimier finishes, quirking his brow as he drinks some of his cocktail.

After a few moments it seems like he;s truly done, but it might be another instance of him leading you to egg him on. "Well what happened when the wife showed up?" you ask, hooked despite yourself.

Kazimier's grin widens, "She found a brown-haired vampress in her penthouse wearing nothing but her husbands blue henley." He takes in your expression and keeps going, "The broad probably would've killed me if I didn't 'confess' that her husband had just left for the bar in the lobby with the other girl. Boy did that lie get her back out the door in an instant. From there I put a little oil in a glass cup, light it with a match, an' drop the little moltov offa' the balcony. A signal to get in position. I count to sixty and jump off myself- make my getaway."

You lean back, taking in the convoluted mind you're sitting with tonight, somewhat stunned. "Wait- Why did you need to borrow my enchanted shovel, then?" you add, happy that it was returned to you clean and unharmed the moment you sat down but curious since Kazimier said it was needed for this heist.

"Oh, that? I killed the husband." Kazimier says with a casual shrug.

"You used my shovel to bury a Nexan?!" you hiss, leaning forward. This wasn't what you expected at all when Kazimier offered you a deal.

Kazimier leans forward, all the humor gone from his face, only the tilt of his head hinting at his amusement. "I used your very unique shovel to kill, a Nexan, sunshine." He kills his drink and with a parting chuckle you and your shovel are left behind, tools that have fulfilled their use and you realize with ice in your blood why Kazimier just told you everything.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal.

Taggames: Taggames: @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @lychhiker-writes @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting @tragedycoded

[milkiepie]

prom - kita shinsuke

the tapping sound from my pen clearly surrounds the room. i'm nervously, anxiously, and angrily tapping the pen on my table. the situation even gets worse when he sits in front of me.

"look we could figure it out together—" i didn't give him a chance to finish his sentences.

"no, there is no 'we'. she's my patient so butt off"

he sighed loudly. shakes his head in disbelief.

"come on Y/N, don't make this kind of attitude right now. we're working together, she's my patient too. we need to work together to save her life" he explain, take a deep breath and continue.

"i promise you, we can save her. just give it some time for us to think about how to solve it. i promise—" i cutted his words again.

"promise? like how you promised me 7 years ago to take me to our last high school prom?"

he frowned. he didn't understand why i suddenly brought up this topic while we had another big case. i breath in deeply and let it out slowly.

"you know what, nevermind. let's proceed to Yuki's surgery. from what we got from the er just now, shows that her back of the head scattered badly from the accident. we need to set up a proper surgery to close the wound and need more blood for her." i explained.

Kita Shinsuke didn't say a word after what i said to him as he understood we needed to focus on our case immediately. Kita nods and writes down things that we both discuss. during the discussion, there are also a few nurses that will help us with Yuki's surgery.

after hours of the surgery process—

i left the surgery room and went straight away to the counter for the patient's update. i'm grateful that we successfully saved someone's life.

after everything is settled, i walk off to my room and pack all my stuff to go home. my shift is already finished hours ago but because of the emergency case, i need to stay for a while.

once i walk out of my room, a tall figure not far from here standing still and his eyes lock in to my room. i ignore him and walk quickly. i need to get out before anything happens between us.

"Y/N! wait! Y/N!" he called my name several times and i tried my best to ignore him.

eventually i gave up.

"what?"

"our discussion has not finished yet. i don't get it. why? why now after 7 years?" he asked genuinely curious.

i sighed. "we better not talk here."

we both now walk side by side quietly at the hospital park. it's been 3 minutes of our walk, none of us let out a single word. a sighed let out from Kita's mouth.

"speak Y/N"

"you wanna know why now after 7 years? i'm the one who should i ask you why."

"what do you mean?"

"you left me Shinsuke. you promised me to go to the prom together. i waited for you in front of my house for hours. i called you so many times. when i was at school the next day you were not there. where have you been Shinsuke?" tears started to fill my eyes as the flashback flashed through my mind.

"the next thing i know we lost contact and you were gone without saying goodbye. i don't know where you are and where to find you. it hurts me a lot Shinsuke. i bought the dress just for you to call me with those pretty compliments. i was about to tell you how i feel about you but you were not there" the tears drop off from my eyes.

Kita's dull brown eyes look at me deeply. the eyes that i miss so much but hurt to look at it.

"and 5 years later you suddenly appeared in my life back at the medschool, we even have the same intern place and now we're working in the same hospital. that hurt me a lot after my heart had healed. because these feelings keep flying around my body and it can't stop." that's my last call.

"where do you go Shinsuke? why...?" i cry. i let out the painful feeling that i kept in front of him.

Kita hugged me tightly. the feel of his warm embrace made my tears fall down even more, because i do remember how his last hug felt.

"i'm sorry Y/N..." he said quietly.

"i wanted to tell you the same thing that you thought that night. but i was a fool to think about it. i don't deserve such a girl like you. you're everything that a man would want... and i heard your conversation with Atsumu about love. he liked you and the way you look up to him makes me feel that i don't deserve you. i'm scared if that night he would confess to you in front of everyone so ran away."

he paused for a while.

"but this feeling of wanting you more than just a friend, the needy feeling, the passion feeling, the love won't stop since then. i want you Y/N. i want to hear you voice, i want to touch you, i want to be near you but i'm just a guy who is lack of something...? i feel so incomplete for some reason you need someone who is complete in everything."

i break the hug and look at him with teary eyes. i slapped his cheek hard and his face looks shocked. he rubs slowly his cheek.

"that was dumb! that was dumb of you to leave me because you were insecure. i rejected Atsumu after the confession because i like you Shinsuke" i explained

"you do..?like really really do?"

"yes."

a smile appears on Kita's face, both of his cheeks turn red and his hands immediately grab my hands.

"does the feeling still exist now?" he asked.

i nod, sheepishly smile. i do like him, i love him up until now. the move on phase took me years to heal and accept the fact he won't come back but the feeling is still here.

"it will be even more great if the feelings are mutual"

as he said, he slowly came close to my face to lean for a kiss. a soft yet romantic kiss from Kita Shinsuke declared our relationship as more than just a friend.

"i love you, Y/N".

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Over the Edge (Pre-war)

(A/N: WIP title. It's not really abuse, but wanna say that there's a very very brief moment of rough-handling of a kid. No hitting, only a brief shake to a kid the size of, let's say a 7-8 year old human. Also, we get to see Islanzadí for the first time in pre-war, with this taking place probably a month or two before The Promise and Arya's oath with Brom. She's struggling with the turmoil after the Fall, the loss of Evandar and not really having the time to mourn him due to the sudden rush of responsibility and new duties {that sounds like a theme for this bloodline huh} and she is barely keeping her head above water. Because of that, she tries to tell herself that it's okay to focus solely on her duties as queen, because, through trickle down and big picture, her doing well as queen keeps Arya safe from Galbatorix and the Forsworn. That's what she tells herself. If she believes it is up to you as the reader at this point.)

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MODERN INHERITANCE: OVER THE EDGE

Out of nowhere the door to the queen’s study slammed open with a horrendous bang. Däthedr, Fiolr and Islanzadí all jumped as one.

“What is the meaning of this int–” Islanzadí’s thunderous voice was immediately silenced by the equally stormy eyes that snapped to her. Despite his frail nature, Oromis’ presence filled the doorway, looming over them like a threatening anvil cloud. 

“Leave us.” The Rider’s voice held unmistakable steel. The two elf lords flicked their gazes to the queen, unsure of who was in control. Slighting one would be dangerous, though which was more threatening at the time was yet to be decided. “Leave!”

A great rumble shook the roots arrayed beneath their feet and a massive golden eye suddenly glinted outside the window overlooking the courtyard.

Däthedr and Fiolr were out of their seats and bowed just low enough to show apologetic respect before they fled, kicking up moss in their haste.

Silence but for the soft whooshing of Glaedr’s great lungs outside the walls filled the room. 

Islanzadí slowly settled back into her chair. “Can I help you, Oromis-elda?” The brittleness that accompanied her clenched teeth and the hard line of her shoulders was not masked in the slightest. Islanzadí was livid at the intrusion and far beyond angry at the subversion of her authority, in front of her advisor no less! 

“Do you have any,” Oromis paused to collect himself. His own rage was very close to boiling over. “Any inkling of just where your daughter is?” 

The queen blinked. Arya? When was the last time she had seen her? Surely not that long ago. Breakfast, probably, scampering out the door. Or did she see her in the Menoa tree while on a walk? No, that was yesterday, she had a meeting with the Council after that, so it had to be yesterday. 

A heavy stone of guilt dropped into Islanzadí’s stomach. Could she really not tell him when she last saw her own child? The days had been going by in a whirlwind, filled with meetings pushing for more resources for the border, more spellcasters to maintain the barriers, power struggles in Ceris–

Islanzadí had no earthly idea where her own daughter was.

“I…” 

Oromis reached behind him and marched into the room. “Spare me the attempt, Islanzadí.” 

A small yelp of indignation followed him, or rather, was dragged alongside him. Arya let out a half feral yowl at the Dragon Rider pulling her by one gangly arm, silverskin glowing a muted flush of pink anger at her cheeks at the unintentional roughness. 

The elfling’s hair was wild, though that was nothing new. Her braid was half undone, the tie at the base loosened. Knees scuffed, elbows bruised, knuckles scraped, pine needles stuck to her clothing with sap. Yes, that was her Arya, scowling up at her from where Oromis had planted the child in front of him with his hands on her shoulders. 

“Tell your mother.”

Arya’s scowl deepened. Stars. She looked so much like Evandar during combat when she did that. Her brows met with the same lightning pattern, jet streaks of midnight above endless emerald green. “Nothing happened.”

Another growl rattled the window hard enough to send it gliding inwards on hidden hinges. Glaedr snapped his massive jaws, a sharp crack loud enough to make the gathered elves flinch. Outside, a trio of pines juddered from the impact of his tail before he subdued the lashing.

‘Hatchling!’ His voice was thunderous in their minds. At the dragon’s mental touch Islanzadí felt the sensation of wind pushing against her body, a momentary inkling of confusion, then a fear of failure, fear of the outcome, and then…relief. And rage. ‘We have warned you!’

Against all odds, Arya snapped her own teeth, a defiant snarl rattling her thin chest. “I’m not scared of you, Glaedr!” 

The golden dragon audibly balked. That stung more than he cared to admit. Especially coming from one so small.

“What is this about?” Islanzadí snapped. That surge of fear felt through Glaedr’s memories twisted her stomach into knots. Besides the usual scrapes, though, Arya seemed unharmed. “I have work to do. You interrupted a meeting that was planned weeks in advance!”

Outside, Glaedr shifted. 

Arya bared her teeth. With a hollow mental wave of her hand to put it aside for later thought, Islanzadí noticed the girl’s canines had fallen out. When had that happened? Not too recently, it seemed. The tips of wickedly sharp ancestral teeth were already poking through, giving the child an almost comical appearance with both top canines barely coming in while the lower set were nearly level with her incisors. 

Oromis’ eyes flashed at Islanzadí’s words. His grip on Arya’s shoulders tightened. “We found your daughter after she leapt off the Crags, Islanzadí.”

Islanzadí’s heart dropped, the wind knocked from her lungs. “What?” 

‘We were flying and caught the hatchling after she jumped off the Crags of Tel’naeír.’ 

Arya…jumped from the cliffs? 

Islanzadí was around the desk in an instant and seized her only child by the arms. “What were you thinking?” There was only panic thudding in her chest, the image of a small body crumpled in the beds of pine needles flashing to her mind. “Have you gone mad?! Answer me!” 

“Islanzadí!” Oromis’ bark was sharp and swift. It was only when Arya stifled a squeak did Islanzadí realize she was shaking her. 

The queen released the elfling as if stung, hands hovering an inch away from the pink blotches blooming on silvered skin. “Arya…?” 

Arya lifted her gaze from where she had dropped it to the ground. 

Was…was that fire in her eyes?

Defiant but calm. Determined. The lanky child squared her shoulders as best she could under Oromis’ grip and met her mother’s conflicted storm of golden lightning and locked them eye to eye.

Arya’s voice was soft, deadpan. “I wanted to fly.” 

Fly. Said as if it were entirely normal for elf children to take to the skies after a quick breakfast. Islanzadí stared at her child, unsure if this was some sort of elaborate ruse to hide a darker motive, some childish cry for help, or if her daughter genuinely had planned to leap off a thousand foot cliff and sprout wings.

The queen closed her mouth, suddenly aware that her jaw was hanging open a good half inch in dumbfounded bewilderment. 

“...Fly?” 

Arya nodded. Never broke eye contact. Never changed her expression. “I wanted to test the spells I made. The Crags are the highest and clearest launch point.”

A dull headache began to throb behind Islanzadí’s forehead.

Why? Why did it always have to be her child. Couldn’t she find something normal to do? Couldn’t she see that Islanzadí was struggling to keep the entire elven nation together just over a handful of years after the Fall? Arya was known to be remarkably observant but how could she not understand, after her father–

The fear for her safety was quickly turning to white hot anger at the center of Islanzadí’s chest. Of all the foolish things….

The queen inhaled and held her breath for a long moment before letting it out in a tight huff. “Arya. You are far too old to be pretending you can fly, and far too young to be meddling with experimental magic!” Arya opened her mouth but Islanzadí cut her off. “No. Enough of this. You know how important the meetings today are.” Islanzadí rose from her kneeling position and knocked the knees of her dress free of dirt. “You and I will discuss this at length in the evening. Now go to your quarters.”

Again, Arya tried to speak. She even took half a step forward, something flashing and flaring bright in her emerald eyes. “I–”

“Enough!” Unmistakable. The voice she used in court. Commanding. The voice of a queen. “To your quarters!” Islanzadí threw an arm in the direction of the door, pointing sharply. “Now!” 

The elfling’s mouth snapped shut, jaw clenched.

Islanzadí couldn’t tell if it was horror, pain, or anger that surged to her throat when her daughter straightened into a smart attention, knocked her knuckles to a disheveled shoulder as she had seen countless times before, and bowed. 

“As you wish, my queen.”

Hollow, detached. Quietly and barely masking the seething underneath it all.

Arya was at the door when Oromis called out. “Arya.” She turned to him, never once looking back to her mother. “Lessons early tomorrow. Bring your books and your training blade.”

“Yes, ebrithil.” The murmur held more respect than anything she had said to Islanzadí. “I will be there.”

Once the door was closed, Islanzadí took a moment to rub her temples and just breathe. She could still feel Oromis staring at her, anger not yet gone, thunder still in his eyes. 

“What?” She didn’t mean to snap. She bit her tongue. The Dragon Rider merely shook his head. “Speak, Oromis! I do not have time for games! I have two more meetings, not counting the one you interrupted, and I have a stack of reports on attempted border incursions by Wyrdfell waiting for me.”

“You don’t have time?” The words stung hard against Islanzadí’s ears with flabbergasted accusations. Oromis must indeed be outraged if he was acting this emotional with her. “You do not have time for your own daughter?” 

The queen whirled back to her desk and stalked around it. “My daughter should know better than to jump off cliffs and think she will fly!” She shoved a stack of papers to the side roughly and sat. “She knows how important these weeks are. Arya is capable, she should be able to take care of herself.”

“That is not the matter at all, and you know this!” Oromis followed her, bracing slim hands on the back of one of the chairs. “Islanzadí, Arya is hurting! She is still trying to come to terms with Evandar’s death–”

“Get out.” 

“Islanzadí–”

“Get out! You will not lecture me on how to raise my child by invoking the name of my dead mate!”

For the first, and quite nearly the only time, Islanzadí witnessed Oromis Thrándurin in a true, uncontained rage. 

The unmistakable rumble of dragonfire swelled in the crippled Rider’s chest. Islanzadí shrank back instinctively as the elf seemed to grow before her, white teeth flashing, fingers cracking through the chair’s wood as if pierced by ivory claws. 

Oromis’ voice was harsh with crackling flame, roaring at her above the din. “Then raise your child, Islanzadí Dröttning!” His thin chest heaved, as if the effort of holding back true fire taxed him to the limit. “Arya needs her mother. Not a queen. Go to her. She is a child! She only wants to be held by her mother and told that it will all be alright while the world is falling apart!” 

The words had Islanzadí shooting to her feet yet again. “Yes! The world is falling apart! And right now, the only thing keeping us safe are magic barriers, far too few uninjured spellcasters, a handful of cities lending all the strength they can to fortify them, and spells that are millenia old and in desperate need of repair!” The queen threw an arm out, gesturing to the expanse of Du Weldenvarden mapped out on the wall of pine. “Everyone is hurting! And I am the queen of an entire race that is hurting! I do not have time to lie to my daughter that everything will be fine when we cannot know for sure! My time is spent endlessly fortifying our defenses, trying to make sure we last to the end of the month in case Galbatorix decides to send his entire collection of Wyrdfell to sweep the forest with dragonfire! Time not spent with her is time spent keeping her alive!

“Arya will just have to learn how to live with some sacrifices. I will not hold her hand when it means the possibility of losing this entire nation.” 

Oromis once again looked every year his age. 

“Are you finished?” He asked softly.

The queen lowered herself into her chair, hands shaking. “Get out. And take Glaedr with you.”

Oromis again shook his head, as if in sad disappointment. “You will lose her if you continue like this, Islanzadí.”

Islanzadí did not look up from the piles of reports on her desk. 

When the door finally clicked closed behind him, the queen of the elves buried her face in her hands, and cried. 

Oromis was not halfway down the hall when the soft sound of sniffling caught his attention. A small droplet splashed on the back of his hand, warm like a spring rain in the dead of winter. 

He looked up. “Oh, little hatchling. Come down from there.” He gave a small, sad smile. “Please?”

Another quiet sniffle, the rustle of woven pine boughs, and the lanky elfling dropped from one of the skylights in the hall’s ceiling. Arya wiped her nose on the back of her arm, scrubbed at her eyes with the heels of her palms and stifled a hiccup before squaring her shoulders as she had earlier. 

“Arya. Were you listening?”

She nodded. Blinked. 

“Oh, little hatchling. I’m so sorry you heard that.” Her eyes shone with tears when she met his gaze, throat convulsing as she swallowed another stuttered gasp of misery. Oromis opened his arms, chest aching. “None of that, now, Arya. It is okay to cry.”

Arya sniffed again. “F…fighters don’t cry.” 

“My dear girl, everyone cries.” But she was already in his arms, face pressed to his ribs and eyes squeezed shut. 

He let her sob out her frustration and pain there in the hall, tucked into his embrace and in a little sheltered bubble of silence where no one would be able to hear her tears. She pulled away when she was done, rubbing at her face, trying to hide the evidence again as the two of them retrieved her training blade and books before beginning the long walk to the Crags. She would sleep under the stars there, an unspoken agreement forged by the many times Glaedr had awoken to the elfling tucked against his paw, or curled under the roots of a tree at the edge of their cliffside dwelling. 

“I’m…” Oromis flicked his gaze to the child at his side. Arya heaved a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm fully. “I’m going to fix it.” 

“Fix what, little hatchling?” 

“The world.” Arya nodded in affirmation to herself. The Rider at her side couldn’t help the small grin that tilted his lips. Leave it to the youth to declare such things with so much confidence. “I’m going to fix the world. Then Mum won’t have to work so hard, and you and Glaedr won’t be so sad all the time.”

The matter of fact mentioning of his and Glaedr’s pain hit like a stone loosed from a sling. He pushed it back, did his best to keep the soft smile on his face. “Do you have a plan for this?” 

“Yeah.” 

Oromis nearly missed a step when he glanced down. Arya’s face had transformed from the light frown to a near frighteningly wild smile, teeth bared in fierce determination. Her eyes were alight with brilliant fire, brows lowered in challenge. 

“I’m gonna fight.”

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[alparlaboratories]

To Another Abyss - Chapter 21: Chasing the wild goose.

(Chapters -which are usually between 500-1000 words- will be posted daily here first on Tumblr, and will later be posted in 7-8 chapter batches on AO3.)

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Kanto has changed a lot in the past ten years. The League is no more, and trainers are now only tools for the rich and powerful, either mercenaries or dogs of the government.

Sabrina is the latter. She is to play the role of Gym leader in a sick, twisted mockery of the art she once admired, bearing the name of her childhood idol, a woman who is now wanted across the region. All for the entertainment of Kanto’s shadowy new rulers.

It’s a role she doesn’t mind playing. At least until an unusual challenger comes into her Gym, into the life she’s worked so hard to build, and begins to unravel it all.

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Chapter 21 - Chasing the wild goose:

Impetuous as always, the man with the cross spoke up before Sabrina could, fast and desperate. The Gym arena was slowly falling into darkness.

“I’m… I’m leaving the city. Tonight.”

Sabrina let out a small sound of surprise, but she wasn’t allowed to say anything, as the man quickly followed that with:

“And I want you to come with me.”

“...You’re not gonna say it’s a joke this time, are you?”

But of course, the firmness in his eyes was all the response she needed. Sabrina bit her lower lip to keep it from shaking, a boundless, burning fury rising like bile from her stomach.

“Are you… are you out of your mind!?” she hissed at him, swiping at him with a hand. “Go with you? Where!? I have responsibilities here, stuff I need to do, I can’t just-!”

If she’d learned anything about the man, however, it was that he could match her anger beat for beat. 

“You can’t stay tied to this Gym! We can’t keep doing this, every day, you… Please, please listen to me, this place is killing you!”

The girl grit her teeth hard, and he took advantage of her silence to keep pressing her.

“They’ll never find us!” he pleaded. “And even if they do… I’ll protect you, always!”

“...Protect me?” Sabrina whispered incredulously through her teeth.

“You think I don’t see it? Every day you come to sit under the tree with a different wound on your body, every day you fight these battles to the death and… what if something goes wrong one day? What if…?”

With a scoff, Sabrina took a step back and swiped at the air, offended. “That’s part of the job! It’s what I signed up for!”

“It’s not just your body!” he bellowed, gripping her shoulder desperately. Then his voice softened, his dark eyes full of sadness. “How can you not see it? As long as you’re here, the trees and flowers won’t ever grow. You’ll never see that horizon, never…”

Realizing what he was saying, the man stopped talking. But it was too late. Sabrina’s eyes widened, the corner of her lips twitching.

“...You read the poem.”

“No, that-that has nothing to do with it.”

“...Ha. I was right, you are a naive, clueless idiot.” She smiled bitterly and looked him straight in the eye, as though challenging him. “Remember… when you asked me why I’m working here? Remember what I told you? That whole thing about my mom and her medical bills?”

The man tried to speak, but she didn’t let him, eyes glinting with a sharp, bitter malice.

“Well? What do you think?” she whispered. A beat of silence before thunder fell, and the dam inside her broke. “It was a lie! Do you wanna know the truth!? The truth is that my mom died years ago, less than six months after I started working here! I only used her as an excuse so I could stay here, so I wouldn’t have to think of finding another place where I could belong!”

Her hand shot forward, gripping the man by the shirt, pulling him face to face.

“And do you want to know why? Because, just as you so eloquently put it the day we met, I’m a coward. Because if I leave… Because this is… Because this is all I know how to do! I have no other skills, nothing that makes me worthwhile besides my Pokemon battling! I’m nothing without this!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, possessed by an ire that had been pressurized inside her for god knows how long. “Why don’t you get it!? No matter how much I want to chase that horizon, in the end I’m just like the man who keeps saying ‘it’s useless, it’s useless’, because I know it’s true, I know there’s walls you can’t overcome! This is my real personality, the real me, so… S-so how can you… For a piece of shit like me, how can y-!?”

She didn’t get to finish. Her vision darkened, and all of a sudden she felt her face pressed against the fabric of the man’s shirt. His arms were tight around her, shaking.

“...It’s not like you to be this chatty,” he said in a low, serene voice. “Shut up for a little bit, okay?”

[sunnyie-eve]

7 | Jealously

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Sexy mama is finally here!" Chris whistles as I pull my shirt off leaving me in my light pink with hot pink hearts bikini top with my tight black shorts.

"So I wasn't a sexy mama wearing my oversized T-shirt?" I ask crossing my arms.

"You're always a sexy mom but a really really sexy mom when you show off." He winks before eyeing my chest moving his eyebrows.

"You're lucky I'm comfortable with you or I'd fuck you up." I wrap my arms around him.

"You wanna fuck me? Okay then." His hands go to my butt picking me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "We'll be a few minutes! We're gonna go make beautiful love to each other!" Chris shouts out to everyone making me laugh.

"In all the time of knowing each other... did either of you do or see each more than friends?" Dave asks us as Chris still holds me.

"We've talked about that and no we've always seen each other as just super close friends." Chris pats my butt.

"That are super comfortable with each other." I kiss his cheek.

"So you've fucked?" Bam starts to laughs.

"No." Chris and I say together.

"I think the most thing we did that 99% of friends wouldn't do was shower together to save the water that was about to get shut off." I dig into my mind.

"That's the most out there one." Chris agrees.

"So you two have never even kissed?" Wee-man asks.

"We have." We say together as he puts me down.

"Like peck kiss, kiss, or like kiss kiss?" Johnny decides to join the conversation trying to make eye contact with me but I wouldn't do it.

"All above. To giving your grandma a kiss to full on touchy steamy make out." Chris shakes me by the shoulders.

"And that was when?" Johnny crosses his arms.

"Her 23rd birthday." Chris thinks.

"Three years ago." Johnny nods his head walking away moody. I had no idea why he was acting like that last weekend he went on a date with some chick. Then got upset with me when I said she was walking around in barely anything with Caiden in the same room.

"What's the mood change for?" Chris eyes me.

"Excuse me." I leave going in Johnny's direction. "Why so suddenly moody?" I ask him.

"I don't know what you mean?" He turns his back to me.

"Really? Earlier we were chatting and laughing then you hear I've kissed Chris in the past and now you have your back turned to me."

"Three years ago you two were touchy while kissing... and I'm not supposed to be jealous of y'all relationship/friendship?" He walks us away from people.

"What kinda of touchy are you thinking of because it was just this." I run my hands along and and that was it. "And jealous?! There's no need too. You've gone on dates since that day and had a girl stay the night."

"At my house." He adds but can tell he wanted to take it back.

"Yes but it's technically our house till I move out. I help you pay bills, get food and other things when I could be saving to get my own place." I take a long pause, "We're friends, Johnny, and you've been making that clear so there's no need to be jealous." I give him a small smile before walking away.

"What's the problem?" Ehren asks as I stop next to him.

"A little bump in the road with Johnny at home." I making him chuckle.

"No longer in the honeymoon phase?"

"Was there a honeymoon phase?" I ask him.

"Well I can see it. You two are cute together." He pats my back walking away.

Suddenly my ass is smacked and I look at Bam trying to keep a straight face. "It was Ryan's dare." He says as Ryan stands on the other side of me.

"Love y'all." I swing my arms hitting them in the crotch.

"Fuck you." Bam elbows my in the boob making me groan with them. "It's only far." He adds so I nod my head.

When it was time to start filming, Johnny was gonna try to go down the ramp on a skateboard. I knew he wasn't gonna do well so when he falls I hiss as he hits the ground.

"You gonna take part?" Bam asks me.

"Yeah, it looks fun." I laugh putting my hair up.

"Wait." Johnny stops me and Jeff gives me knee pads and elbow pads.

"Really?" I hold them.

"To keep you safe." Johnny smiles.

"I don't need them." I drop them.

"Alex, please just to be sure." He picks them up putting them on me.

"I can skate unlike you Johnny..." He just looks at me. "I'm not wearing a helmet or elbow pads." I take those ones off.

"Fine. I just want you to you have something. I don't want or wanna see you get hurt." He cuts my cheek slightly leaning down till his phone rings. "Ash..." It was the chick he brought home.

"I'm used to being hurt." I take my knee pads off and join the others.

They tell us that they were just gonna keep filming everything then will pick the ones that are the best.

"Ladies first." Bam motions for me to go.

"Alex, put some pads on please." Johnny comes over getting off his phone.

I roll my eyes then go down the ramp before going into the lake, I melon grab my the board while doing a back flip then land in the water. As my head comes up everyone was cheering for me. Walking out of the lake Bam runs up picking me up jumping up and down chanting my name.

"That was hot." He kisses my cheek making me giggle. "Two reasons. The trick and a lot of cleavage." He adds making me punch his chest.

"See, I didn't need padding." I smile at Johnny as I pass him.

We all take turns doing things in the ramp just having a good time. "Alex, come here mama." Bam motions me to go up so I get a head start then run up the ramp.

"What up?" I ask squinting my eyes cause the sun was in them.

"Go down holding hands with me." He hands the other board.

"Just go down holding hands without fucking each other up?" I ask.

"Then before we get in the lake you wrap yourself around me." He smiles and I try picturing it. "Just trust me. If we fuck up we get good footage either way."

I think it over then say fuck it making Bam happy. "Like you said good footage either way." I get ready with him. "We're gonna fail." I just knew it.

"Well fall on me to soften your blow. I'm volunteering myself for you." He says making me laugh.

"Thanks Bam."

We get ready to go down and as we went forward Bam pulled my hand slightly hard making me get off my board then him. We tumble then coming to a sudden stop slap if the floor. In the fall Bam's and I heads hit each other pretty hard actually making me wish I wore the helmet.

"I told you." I groan touching my head as I laid in his chest.

"You got a hard head." Bam groans as some guys come to check on us.

"Me? Your head bounced off the ground then hit mine." I say getting up without help then help him up.

"You guys okay?" Dave asks us.

"I'm good." I shake it off.

"Same, I can say I've had Alex on top of me." Bam jokes getting up so I punch his arm.

I walk it off rubbing my head and Johnny walks up to me. "I know, I know. I don't wanna hear it." I groan not looking at his face.

"How bad is it hurting?" He asks stopping me and touching my head.

"Slowly going away." I remove my hand and he carefully rubs my head causing me to close my eyes.

"How about now?" He asks so I hum. When I feel lips lips against my forehead I open my eyes. As he moves back he gives me a smile, "All better." I break the eye contact and walk away to stand alone and watch others.

I randomly get the dumb idea to try the red wagon after Steve-O failed. "Alex no." Jeff tries stops me as I sit down on it. "It didn't work the first time."

"I still wanna try." I say so he just lets me do it.

"Alexandria..." Johnny says coming up but I make Jeff help me go. As I go I lean so make the cart not turn off like it did for Steve-O. I get up the plop into the water.

"I did it!" I cheer for myself.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Reunited

PAIRING | Sebastian Stan x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.7K

SUMMARY | You were temporarily back in New York to be there for your sister, when you suddenly run into your long time best friend Sebastian. The two of you catch up about everything you missed over the last few years, and it is like you never left.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mention of the loss of a partner, a breakup over the phone.

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

You were getting ready to go for a walk through Central Park to clear your head a little bit. You've been working from home for the last few months and even though you love your job, it was getting a bit much sometimes. Not too long ago you moved back to New York to be closer to your sister, who was going through a tough time after losing her husband and you were living with her for now to make it easier on her. Because your house and job were in Phoenix, Arizona, you were working from home and you're thankful you could otherwise you wouldn't be able to be there for your sister, especially when she needed you the most. ''I'm going for a walk through Central Park, are you sure you don't want to come?'' you ask her again, and she shakes her head no. ''Just wanna sleep,'' she croaks out.

It hurt to see your sister like this, losing her husband took a very heavy toll on her. ''Alright love, if you need me I'm just a phone call away,'' you say before brushing some hair out of her face and kissing her on the forehead. You tucked in her blanket and went into the bedroom to change, it was too cold to walk outside in shorts and a t-shirt, so you went for a casual fall outfit, perfect for your walk around the park. You grabbed your phone, keys, and purse before saying goodbye to your sister and softly closing the door behind you. The walk to the subway was short, since you only lived 2 blocks away from the station, and you took the train going to Central Park. As usual, there were some weird people on the Subway, but being from New York, you were honestly used to it by now.

When you arrive, you get off the subway and quickly walk up the steps, wanting to see the beautiful fall covers that you love. This was honestly your favorite time of the year, and you would never get enough of it. You let out a content sigh and slowly start walking through the park before finding a small restaurant that sells hot chocolate. ''Hi, can I have one hot chocolate with marshmallows?'' you order and when you pay for it, you leave a generous tip. Based on the look on the woman's face, you made her day. You continued walking until you found an empty bench where you sat down to do your favorite activity here, people-watching.

After about 45 minutes, you suddenly received a phone call which quickly brought you back to reality. You were afraid it was your sister at first, but when you saw the caller ID, you picked up with a smile. ''Hi babe, how are you?'' you said when you answered the call, seeing that it was your boyfriend who called. ''Hey, I'm sorry I have to do it like this, but I haven't seen you in so long and I can't wait any longer. I'm sorry Y/N but I can't do this anymore, I'm breaking up with you. I met someone else and we're getting pretty serious,'' he said, not a single ounce of regret sounding through his voice. ''Oh...'' is all you could say before the realization set in and tears were forming in your eyes. ''I will bring your stuff to your apartment and leave my key there too,'' is the last thing he said, and you couldn't even react before he hung up.

The phone fell from your hands and onto the ground, the screen shattered but you didn't care about that, all you could think about was the fact that your boyfriend of 7 years just broke up with you over the phone. He didn't even have the decency to do it to your face, which is what broke your heart the most. You were losing the battle of holding back your tears, and with a loud sob, you completely broke. People were looking your way but no one came to check on you, not that you'd want them to. The crying didn't slow down for a good 20 minutes, and when it did, you finally looked at your phone, realizing it was damaged beyond repair. ''Shit...'' you whispered when you picked it up. Your phone was due for an upgrade by now, you had this one for nearly 5 years, but it still sucked it had to be like this.

When you went to grab your stuff and get up, you suddenly heard someone call out your name. ''Y/N!'' the voice said, but you didn't pay it much attention, there were probably multiple people with the same name there right now. They walked closer and tried again, ''Y/N, please wait up!'' and when you recognized the voice, your heart broke even more. It was Sebastian, your best friend who you haven't seen in nearly 5 years now. You turn around and when he sees your face, his smile suddenly drops. ''Doll, are you okay?'' he asks and he grabs you into a tight hug, and you start crying all over again. ''S-Seb, I'm s-sorry...'' you start, but he's shushing you and trying to get you to calm down a little bit before you continue.

Your arms wrap around his waist and your head is lying on his shoulder, letting all the emotions come out all at once, everything you've been holding in for so long. The breakup, the temporary move to New York, the loss of your brother-in-law, everything came out when you saw him. And he didn't mind, he would always be there for you no matter what. ''It's okay, doll, I'm here with you. Everything is okay now,'' he said in your hair, giving you soft kisses to calm you down. Once you had calmed down a bit you let go of him and he put his hands softly on the sides of your face, looking into your eyes. Those eyes he hadn't looked into for almost 5 years. The eyes belong to his best friend, the woman he loved more than anything in this world. ''What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?'' he asks, and you agree.

The two of you decide to go to a coffee shop nearby where you can sit down and warm up a little bit. ''So, how's life been treating you?'' he asks you, holding your hand to ground you a little bit. ''Like absolute shit, to be honest,'' you say with a chuckle. ''You?'' ''Well, it's okay. I just got done filming and I won't have another filming job for a few months, so that's nice, but my ex-girlfriend recently broke up with me, and that is still a very fresh wound. Especially in the spotlight,'' he sighs, thinking back to the moment his ex-girlfriend called it quits after 3 years together, she couldn't get over the relationship the two of you shared. You texted and called often, but since you were both on different schedules all the time, you never saw each other.

''Well, I know the feeling. Just before you found me, my ex-boyfriend broke up with me - over the phone no less,'' you said, tears welling up in your eyes again. ''Jesus Christ, what a sick bastard...'' Sebastian cursed softly, and you couldn't agree more. The waitress brought both your coffees and you thanked her politely before she left to help other customers. ''And if that isn't bad enough, Lily lost her husband 6 months ago in a car accident, and she's not the same since then. It is really taking a toll on her, so I temporarily live with her now,'' you explain. You can see the heartbreak on Sebastian's face. ''I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but it didn't feel like something to tell you over the phone or text...'' you said softly. ''That's not what bothers me, doll, what's bothering me is the fact that he's gone, he was such an amazing guy...'' he said, thinking back to him, he had met your brother-in-law a handful of times, and they always got along well.

''Yeah, Lily isn't taking it well either, which is completely understandable of course. So I temporarily live back in New York now, instead of Phoenix. I have to say that I had to get used to the different weather here,'' you say, followed by a soft laugh. Sebastian smiled at you when you said that, making your cheeks burn up a little bit. You move your eyesight somewhere else instead of looking at Sebastian, so he won't see you blush, suddenly your coffee seems very interesting. ''Oh yeah, somehow it slipped my mind that you live there now,'' he said. ''I should come visit you sometime,'' he said, and you agreed.

The both of you talked for another hour and a half about everything and nothing at the same time when your phone suddenly rang. You completely forgot about it and when you pulled it out of your pocket you saw the cracked screen again. ''Shit, I don't think I can use this anymore...'' you said and Sebastian offered his. ''Wanna use mine to call them back?'' he asked and you agreed. It was your sister who called and when she picked up she was surprised it was Sebastian. ''Sebastian? Are you okay?'' she asked. ''Love, it's me. My phone is broken so I'm using Sebastian's for now. Is something going on?'' you asked, worry laced thick throughout your voice.

''I'm okay, but I'm feeling lonely so I was wondering when you'd come home, but if you're with Sebastian it's okay if you stay out some more,'' she said with a little chuckle, she knows how much you missed him. ''How about I take him with me to your apartment? That way we can all catch up together,'' you offered and she agreed. ''See you soon love,'' you said before hanging up and handing the phone back to Sebastian. ''Can we just make a stop before heading home? I think it might be smart to get a new phone...'' you said with a sheepish grin on your face, and Sebastian couldn't help but laugh and agree. He went to pay for the coffee and you went on your way to get a new phone and to your sister's apartment.

At this moment, everything felt right again. You were reunited with your best friend, you were back in your hometown of New York, and you finally had a new phone. Life felt pretty freaking good right now, and you wouldn't change a single thing.

[cerenemuxse]

The Interludes Between Rain and Shine: Crash - Newbie Dash

Part 1 of 2

CW: Profanity (one word, you'll live), Arguments, Shouting

Newbie Dash (Season 6 Episode 7)

Word Count: 1,020

Concerns rise between Spitfire, Fleetfoot, and Soarin when they notice Rainbow's low performance in the past few days. They're aware that Rainbow is capable of doing much better, proven by Spitfire, so they can't help but wonder if something's wrong. After Spitfire's and Fleetfoot's attempts at confrontation go wrong, they count on Soarin, the Wonderbolt Rainbow seemingly is closer with, to get to the bottom of it.

(aka: My self-indulgent mini rewrite of "Newbie Dash" centered on Soarin and Rainbow with mentions to the events of "Rainbow Falls" and "Rarity Investigates." This is NOT a fix-it fic. This was done to fit my HCs.)

this one has a angst

RD and Soarin aren't not friends but also not acquaintances. They're in the middle of both post Rainbow Falls. (pre-SoarinDash / ClipperCrash)

"Crash" (part 1) is a rewrite, whereas "Clipper" (part 2) is a post-episode story.

Crossposted from Fimfiction.net (ch 1)

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“Crash!” He sees Rainbow flinch before slamming her locker shut and turning her head to face him, bearing a tired, weary smile. Something’s definitely wrong. “A minute, will ya?”

“Sure,” she chirps, trotting towards him.

The Wonderbolts Commander nods, gesturing his wing to follow him. As they leave the locker room, Rainbow keeps her distance from him.

Once they’re outside of the headquarters, Soarin rushes towards the runway, clear of any incoming flies, as its the end of the day, and launches himself into the air. The cyan mare follows right behind.

Breaking the long silence, Soarin asks, “What’s going on, Crash?”

Rainbow scowls, glaring at him momentarily before looking straight ahead again. “Nothing,” she affirms.

“Come on, Rainbow Dash.” He smiles warmly, hoping it can at least bring some comfort. “You know you can trust me, right?”

Her scoff shocks him. “The same way you couldn’t when Wind Rider framed me?” Frustrated, the cyan mare picks up her pace, leaving the light blue stallion behind.

Shit. Panic bubbles within him. She’s still mad about it, and it’s been over a year since the incident. “Rainbow Dash, wait-!”

“Is that the only reason why you wanted to talk?” she snaps. “If so, I’m leaving. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Soarin picks up his pace, trying to keep up with his friend but she keeps going faster. There’s a reason why Spitfire and Fleetfoot wanted to replace me at the Equestria Games tryouts years ago. Shaking the thought away, he pushes himself.

The cyan pegasus understands that he won’t give up so instead, she glides to a nearby cloud. It’s spacious enough for Soarin to join her, and he does just that.

Softly landing on the cloud, he trots towards Rainbow, who’s facing him. Her face is scrunched up, frowning and her eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t let her current state veer him off. “Crash-!”

“Stop!” she screams, slamming her front hooves down. “Stop calling me that!” With heavy breaths, she holds back her tears as she glares right at the navy-maned pegasus. Her body is trembling, fury and distress washing over her.

“...‘Rainbow Crash?’” All he gets is a snort, and it’s all he needs to know, he figures.

Rainbow thinks otherwise.

“You really wanna know what’s been bothering me?” Rainbow struggles to keep her voice composed but her attempts are in vain as it cracks. “That! That stupid name! I wasn’t always the best flier, you know! I was terrible in flight school, bottom of the class! So bad that it got me that name the same way I did on my first day!”

Her breaths become ragged and heavy, concerning Soarin as he backs away, only for Rainbow to approach him, keeping the distance between them the same.

“It never went away because no one stood up for me. It stuck with me throughout flight school, when I pulled off the Sonic Rainboom during flight camp when I dropped out of school, and even when I left home for Ponyville to be one of their weather ponies, it still stuck around. It took the Best Young Flyer’s Competition for it to stop, and even then, it wasn’t until I was declared the winner that it stopped.” With a moment of silence, apart from her heavy breaths, Rainbow breaks down, quickly turning around and spreading her wings to cover herself, to shield herself.

Soarin’s frozen, processing the context Rainbow provided. Everything starts to make sense as he looks back to the previous days. The mare would constantly stop or flinch whenever she was called “Crash.” He’d been there when Rainbow asked about the names on their jackets.

How he didn’t catch on upset him.

Catching her breath, she continues. “You guys might be okay with it, but not everyone can get over things like that, Clipper.”

The way she punctuates it reminds Soarin of his experience after being “honored” the name. He hadn’t felt good about it either, but not wanting to risk being seen as “not enough,” he stayed quiet.

Still, he persists, pushing away the bitter reminder. “Rainbow Dash, I-”

“Go away…” her voice finally breaks. She’s tired. She doesn’t want to think about those times anymore. Those times when no one but her parents and fillyhood friends believed in her. The times when everypony seemed to be against her for that one thing. For the single mistake she’d made when she was just a filly. “I want to be alone.”

“Rainbow-” he insists.

“You got your answer…” Her wings wrap around her to hide away from him. “Just leave me alone.” She’s hoping he can’t hear her cries, her state of distress.

He didn’t. He stays where he is, and once Rainbow realizes this, she gets up to fly off.

There’s silence for a short while, and the longer it goes, the more anxious Soarin gets, awaiting her departure. Does she have something to say? If she does, will she lash out? Maybe she’s pulling herself together so she can fly safely.

Right as he wishes for her to do something, she speaks, and he so wishes she hadn’t as the words tumble out.

“Out of the ponies here, I thought you would be the most welcoming.” She spreads her wings wide open with aggression, establishing her emotions. “Guess I was wrong..." she huffs, the bitterness piercing his crumbling composure. With a powerful flap, she’s off into the sunset skies as Celestia puts the sun to rest for the day.

Where she’s off to, Soarin isn’t sure. Anywhere but here, that he’s sure of, and he’s absolutely sure that Rainbow doesn’t know about the tears brewing up as the dam holding back his composure broke.

Hiding behind some clouds nearby, Spitfire saw everything, regretting sending her found brother to amend a problem. There was already tension between the two. It just took time to acknowledge it. With a sigh, the yellow pegasus leaps from the cloud and glides down to where Soarin is to comfort him.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles as the younger stallion sniffles, leaning into the comforting hug of his older found sister.

~

Couldn't help myself with this one hehe. love these two an abnormal amount <3

not tagging with any of the ship tags since its not romantic. they're not even friend, dawg

i LIVE for Spitfire and Soarin as siblings.

as mentioned in the notes, i will crossposting from Fimfiction! if any edits are done to these fics, they will only show up on the Fimfiction upload.

this is one of those things that i've managed to do while uni keeps me busy. its nice to just sit down and write every once in a while.

i've been hesitant to post because i felt like i didn't enjoy writing like i once did. i was worried i would hate it when i posted this but alas, i feel fine. at the end of the day, i forget that i wrote something and posted it.

[mamamittens]

A Lone Melody (Pt. 7)

soft Platonic Yandere Arlong & OC (Melody)

Previous|Main|First

Warnings: Canonical mentions of slavery and racism. As well as mentions of branding but, to be honest, I'm pretty damn sure re-branding an ex-slave isn't the most... sensitive way to address trauma. So uh... I'm not doing that. Maybe Koala gets a tattoo over it later but like... no.

Anyway! Howdy! Been a bit, yeah? Well, there's no going back now, I suppose. I wanted to get at least a chapter out before tomorrow since I'll absolutely be playing Pikmin 4 this weekend lol

Thank you all for your patience as things start to get heated soon~!

Word Count: 1,489

Koala… didn’t know how to handle this.

It’d been three years since she was ‘freed’ by Fisher Tiger’s unexpected rampage and fleeing to this island. Sure, she was free now. No longer a slave. She understood that.

In her head.

But even three years later she flinched at loud voices. Messes made her anxious until she cleaned them up herself. Any mistake had her heart pounding. What was once a desperate hope to cope with her cruel reality became a hazy daydream.

Home.

Her mother, sweet and loving in the kitchen making breakfast. Her quant village full of faces she couldn’t remember. It was all fading away under the brutality of her memories of slavery. The name branded into her mind out of desperation, hotter than the brand that sealed her fate. She would go home but… she was just a kid. And the seas were a big place.

And then, shockingly, a vaguely familiar face came into port. Fishmen, which brought back memories of screams and smoke, lead by Fisher Tiger. Bright red skin and dark eyes staring out as he looked around.

His crew, the Sun Pirates, were in port. And possibly the only crew willing (maybe) and able (definitely) to take her home.

The townspeople asked on her behalf, nervous but hopeful to send her back home finally.

Fisher Tiger had a strange look on his face at that. A twisting expression that seemed to be an awful mix of emotions as he looked down at her. ‘Happy slave’ smile still etched onto her face—had been since she was beaten unconscious for frowning so long ago the edges of the pain blurred.

His eyes held sympathy and heartache as he smiled.

“Of course I will take her home.” He promised, elation rising in her chest.

Though, uhm, he didn’t appear to clear that with his crew. Several looked like they swallowed lemons.

A fishman with blue skin and a jagged nose looked like he wanted to beat her to a pulp before a small body darted between his legs.

“Hi! I’m Melody!” The little girl giggled, a bit shorter than herself. Light gray skin flush with a warm blush as red peeked out from under thick, white, black-tipped bangs. Her teeth were sharp and impressive as she bounced in excitement. “Are you human?!” she asked.

Koala… was incredibly lost.

“…Yes?” She flinched at the questioning tone, expecting someone to lash out at her—which may well have been the blue fishman if it wasn’t for a taller, broader fishman shoving his crewmate’s head down.

Melody gasped in elation.

“Cool! I’m half!” She crowed reaching out to grasp her hands. Her skin was smooth with a strange texture. Stronger than herself but aware of it.

Half? Half?

Somehow, this was the most shocking piece of information Koala had heard in a long time.

Melody grasped Koala’s hand and rubbed the back against her cheek with a giggle.

“You’re so soft! Wanna play?” She asked, still bouncing in elation. “Pah banned Dah from hosting tea parties cause he keeps going on and on about how cool fishmen are and ruins the fun.”

“… A tea party?” Koala asked.

Melody nodded.

“Yeah! Auntie Shar and her friends taught me! It’s easy, you just gotta drink tea and talk.” Melody informed her seriously. “And if we’re quiet we get to have cookies too—oops. I wasn’t supposed to let Pah hear that part.” Melody grimaced.

The taller fishman sighed, shaking his head.

“I already knew, pup. Arlong isn’t half as slick as he thinks he is.” He huffed, settling his hand on the other fishman’s shoulder with a stern look.

‘Arlong’ looked like he wanted to scream and rip her to pieces.

“Oh… does this mean I don’t gotta sneak cookies anymore?” Melody asked innocently, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere.

Tiger Fisher snorted.

“You go play tea party, pup. Jinbe will bring you two some snacks while I… talk to Arlong.”

Judging by the sour look on Arlong’s face, he already knew what kind of lecture he was in for.

“And let some filth—” Jinbe slammed his hand onto Arlong’s head with a hiss, Melody already dragging Koala away. An octopus fishman waved his many arms around and smiled nervously.

“W-Well! How about that tea party!”

“Okay! Wait… do you need six cups or is one fine, Hah-chan?” Melody asked curiously as quickly ushered them away.

“J-Just one, Melody~” He laughed with a look over his soulder.

She just heard Jinbe’s voice as she rounded a corner.

“Do. Not. Ruin this for her. Let her have a friend or I’ll—"

--*--

Fisher Tiger scowled at the maps, not really reading any of them. He already knew that he had never sailed to Foolshout before. But a little girl had been away from home long enough.

He had never really considered where the slaves he freed only a few years prior would go when he acted as he did. Just that they all deserved to be free. It was luck that Koala ended up on such a kind island, though she was human so it wasn’t much of a worry to begin with. He didn’t remember her, not really, but there was no mistaking that look in her eyes.

The look of someone made a slave too young. Emotions masked behind a fixed, unnatural smile. Hair a mess from lack of basic care. She was about ten or maybe eleven, old enough to know how to care for it. But just like him, she was still haunted from her time as a slave. It was a miracle she even remembered where she came from.

It was difficult to look at her, sometimes. But Fisher Tiger had grown a lot from that sad man in chains. It helped that he had such a supportive crew and, though he wasn’t sure how, the childlike wonder of his niece. Without that, he would have taken on this task with bitterness in his heart. Seen the marks of slavery still on her soul and done something drastic to try and wipe it away as he had tried with himself.

But Melody was taken with Koala. Always wanting to play with her hair and have Koala braid hers.

Arlong hadn’t stopped scowling since Koala boarded, pissed off that his daughter was close to a human. The first human she’d actually met, in fact. His amusement at Arlong’s plight helped temper that desperation in his soul. Jinbe certainly had his hands full keeping his friend in check around the little girl.

“Uncle Fishy!” Melody bounded into the room, her small hand grasping Koala’s thin wrist as the human’s fake smile faltered with nerves. Melody beamed, ruby eyes glittering behind her hair.

“Yes, Melody?” He asked with a fond smile.

“It’s food time! Food! Eat!” Melody bounced, reaching out for his hand. Fisher Tiger reached back and allowed Melody’s painfully small hand to pull on his fingers. He glanced at Koala with a soft smile.

“We’ll find your home soon, Koala. I promise.” He reassured her, “You’ve been free for three years… it’s time you went home.”

Melody paused, tilting her head as she glanced between the two of them. Letting go of his hand, she reached out and rubbed her thumb over Koala’s cheek, the human flinching at the motion.

“…It’s okay to cry, you know. Dah cried last week when Pah measured my height and found out I gained another half inch.” Melody informed her gravely.

That false smile wavered like a mirage and Fisher Tiger sighed.

“She’s right you know.” He whispered solemnly. “It’s okay to cry.”

He’d wept for hours in the comforting embrace of the sea when he finally found freedom. His brand burning in his flesh as he sobbed and wailed so deep only the sea beasts heard him.

Koala’s eyes watered, wavering smile falling to pieces as Fisher Tiger instinctively scooped up the two children.

He never would have done this a few years ago.

He still felt weak and pathetic from his time in chains, but he was undeniably a stronger man now. Shame no longer dogging his steps so heavily.

Koala would find her way to true freedom. The kind that cleanses the heart and soul that even he had yet to find. She just needed support and kindness she never had while in chains.

It wasn’t, after all, piracy or his flag that brought light to his heart after so long in the dark.

Fisher Tiger looked at Melody who reached out to Koala with gentle hands to pet her hair and shoulders soothingly. Not truly understanding the cause of Koala’s sadness but reaching out anyway.

He was a better man now… but deep in his heart, he knew he was still that pathetic wretch who could never quite let go of his hatred.

Maybe given time they’d both put the past behind them.

[fandomfrolics]

For the unwritten fics: 7 (for ted, obvs), 10, 15!

7. What are your plans for -character-?

Sorry, this is such a funny question out of context. I have many plans for that sad dad and some of them may even make it into published fics one day but off the top of my head, the gist of my plans are:

Ted gets laid (angsty)

Ted gets laid (happy)

Ted gets laid (emotional)

Ted gets laid (filthy)

Ted comes back to London and his old job

Ted goes on a road trip

and just to cover all my bases, Ted is sad.

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Answered this here! But there's another unwritten thing I guess I think about once in awhile, which I had a vague idea for after the s3 ep where Ted calms himself down from his panic attack but I don't think I'll ever actually write so I'm just gonna summarise the whole thing in a long run-on sentence:

Basically Roy sees/overhears Ted chanting "he's okay" quietly to himself and surmises it's about Henry and he takes Ted outside to look at the moon because when he first went off to Sunderland he called his grandad crying about being so far away and his grandad told him to go outside and look at the moon because no matter how far apart they were they'd always be looking at the same moon and the whole thing is essentially just a conversation they have lying on the pitch while looking up at the sky.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

This isn't actually from one of the 'plans' OR the idea mentioned above but it's another one I don't think I'm ever actually going to finish so thought I might as well share some of it. It's a Thanksgiving fic with Henry, Michelle, and Ted's mom all visiting London (established but background T/R iirc). I wrote most of it more than a year ago but surprisingly the Ted's mom characterisation still fits pretty well I think (except her name but that would be pretty cray cray if I guessed it right). Anyway! Here's a little Ted & Michelle part of it (behind a read more since this is already so long).

“Thought you could use this.”

Michelle glances up to see Ted holding a bottle out towards her. The corner of her mouth quirks up. She takes it gratefully, sipping lightly as he settles down next to her on the steps.

“So,” he says after a brief, loaded silence, “you gonna tell me what that was all about back there, or am I gonna have to try this beer tactic with my momma instead?”

Michelle doesn’t crack. “Don’t ask your mom.”

“Okay…” He peers at her. “You realize you’re making me more worried, right? Not less? You can see how you might be doin’ that? With this whole thing?” He gestures between them.

She sighs, holding the bottle to her forehead. “Ted, I’m sorry, but sometimes your mother can be a real—”

“Pain in the ass?” Ted guesses.

“I was gonna say ‘piece of work’ but hey, if you wanna go there…”

“Okay." She lets him tug the bottle away from her face, watching him put it carefully down on the step between them. "Michelle, what on earth is goin' on?”

She sighs again, then finally shifts to face him. “Ted, you know sending Henry to live here…you know that’s as much for him as it is for you, right?”

He swallows audibly. “Are you second-guessing this whole thing, ‘cos I know I’ve always been a bit of a soft touch with him but it’s only been like three months, you gotta give me more of a chance, I promise I’ll—”

“No, Ted, it’s not—” She shakes her head vehemently. “You’re doing fine.” She smiles. “More than fine. Henry seems to have really settled in well here.”

“Oookay…” He tilts his head. “Is that what’s botherin’ you? That he’s doing too well? ‘Cos I swear, he misses you like crazy. And I lied, I’m still a soft touch. I totally bribed him into eating those green beans earlier. But I swear to god, the kid is—”

“No, no, Ted, it’s not—” She cuts him off with a laugh and his mouth falls shut. She stares at him quietly for a long moment before she flicks her gaze away, back out to the long garden. In the dark it looks like it goes on forever. 

“God, I’m going to have to tell you, aren’t I.”

“I think so?”

It feels like it’s always like this between them, the punctuation remarks reversed, and it used to be so exhausting, to be the one always carrying around the full stop, but she appreciates it about him more, now, that he doesn’t push. Now that she has some distance, she can fully appreciate the rarity of it, of the way he can prompt and give space all on the same turn.