#i like the first one better but i think they both make sense

[thatonegreyghost]

Jayce is a sap. But everybody knows that. It's not a shock to see Jayce getting flowers and chocolates during the week leading up to St. Valentine's feast day, but no one questions it much. Jayce is a handsome man, it makes sense that he'd be picking up some nice wine and scented candles and massage oil. The ladies giggle and gossip, wondering and whispering about who his "secret" lover could be. Everybody talks about how lucky that person must be, to be spoiled by the genius who changed Piltover.

No one expects Viktor to be a sap.

He's snippy and irritable, sarcastic and sharp, short-tempered and cold-hearted. So the first year Jayce is spotted buying chocolates, everyone is shocked to see Viktor in the corner of the shop, tucking a rather pricey box under his arm before he picks out a stunning bouquet. and again the next year. And the next. Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times a pattern. By the beginning of the fourth year, one of Ximena Talis' friends has enough courage to approach and ask Viktor who he was buying all that for. Viktor laughs in her face, and shuffles off to pay for the flowers he's acquired.

The next year, Viktor is nowhere to be seen, but Jayce is found buying an entire bag of rose petals and a horrendously overpriced bath bomb. This time, it's a jealous young lady asking invasive question about who that's meant for. "It's for my partner!" Jayce replies with a confused smile.

He refuses to elaborate further.

The sixth year, something strange happens. Plenty of talk has been going around already about the boys' strange habits, but when they're spotted at dinner together, at a rather well-known if lower class restaurant, on the day itself, ...well, the rumor mill doesn't spin itself. The story is halfway around the city by noon the next day. For both those young men to lose their partners, at the same time, on Valentine's day no less! It's nothing short of a tragedy.

Mel mentions it in passing, cooing softly about how disappointed Jayce must have felt.

"What are you talking about?" Jayce laughs. "I had dinner with my partner at a restaurant we both love, and then we got to cuddle and listen to a new record together. I had the best night!"

Mel puts two and two together and immediately dismisses the conclusion. It's none of her business anyway.

The next year, Jayce is found at a gala thrown at the Kiramann estate. Viktor is also there, glaring over the edge of a champagne glass any time Jayce is not by his side. As the night wears on, people lose track of Viktor, and then they lose track of Jayce.

It's Caitlyn who finds them on the balcony, tipsy and laughing at each other, Viktor holding a bouquet of stunning Noxian roses in his hand as he cups Jayce's cheek, kissing them slowly.

"What the fuck?" Caitlyn shrieks, because she isn't above swearing when her fucking older brother gets caught kissing his lab partner.

"Cait, some privacy?" Jayce huffs.

"Language." Viktor quips.

"You two are fucking making out!" Caitlyn shouts.

The whole of the gala has stopped to stare out the doors at the commotion. Whispers fly around the room, and the gossips tell their friends about what they can hear from their perfect spot next to the door.

"Cait, will you chill? We weren't doing anything gross, Vik's just not a huge fan of PDA." Jayce protests. "I would still rather be at home. Your mother had to host the stupid gala on Valentine's?" Viktor concurs. "Since when is this a thing?" Caitlyn yelps. "Since, like, 7 years ago? Cait, you were there."

"Honestly, Miss Kiramann. You would think you would know better." The gossips giggle amongst themselves, but more and more young ladies turn away with crestfallen faces. 7 years of romance is nothing to sneeze at, after all, and to think all this time, Jayce Talis has been giving his heart to someone- a man, no less! "You've been dating this whole time?" Caitlyn groans. "Why didn't you say anything?" "Well, um, actually..." "We're married." Viktor laughs. "And we did tell you. You just didn't listen." The gala goes dead silent. All whispers cease, and even the gossips go still. Did he just- there's no way he meant- he couldn't have possibly just said- "MARRIED?" Caitlyn screeches. "See, this is why we didn't tell you." Jayce snarks.

Unplanned Valentine's Day art because I cannot stop drawing them 🥰

[sunderwight]

Shen Qingqiu gets hit by a rare wife plot.

And it actually is a rare one because Airplane didn't even write this one down! He toyed with the idea before ultimately dismissing it as being too controversial for the tastes of his readers, and adapting only a few of the same elements for a subsequent chapter of PIDW.

But apparently the System can pull inspiration even from the author's thoughts, especially when there's nothing to contradict the concept and even a few threads of it still to be found in the original, and somehow Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of this previously-unwritten plot bunny.

The core concept was a cuck scenario, of all things. One of the Luo Binghe's wives gets afflicted by a poison that can only be cured by dual cultivation, but specifically can't be cured by by dual cultivation with anyone who has mastery over demonic qi. Something something conflicting energies, something bullshit something. Peerless Cucumber would have ripped the chapter to shreds if it had actually made it to publication, not just for the insult of implying that Luo Binghe should let one of his wives sleep with someone else, but also because why would Luo Binghe -- able to use both kinds of cultivation -- somehow not be able to keep his demonic energies from influencing the situation just in this one case?

Well it turns out that in his specific case it's because sex gets him too worked up to keep things strictly separate, and the degree of control required to treat the affliction whilst dual cultivating is extensive enough that even a little slip-up would be fatal.

Of course, in the actual chapter of PIDW, this same plot device was altered and used to create a harem orgy where Luo Binghe oversaw several of his wives "treating" one another's "afflictions", but Shen Qingqiu just had to go and get a fatal of dose of the more severe version (he didn't realize the risk, because again, this version didn't even make it into the novel).

Anyway, of course this ends up with Shen Qingqiu trying to figure out another way to cheat death, while Luo Binghe goes through the five stages of grief before accepting that he's just going to have to let someone else fuck his husband. This leads to an argument because of course Shen Qingqiu's not going to cheat on Luo Binghe, and he's especially not going to force one of his martial siblings to sleep with him, come on now, and Luo Binghe trying not to cry tears of blood while bringing himself to explain that a fair few of Shen Qingqiu's sect siblings would be happy volunteers for this task.

Shen Qingqiu's just like, well of course you think that, for some bizarre reason you think everyone wants to sleep with me. Bias is what it is. Really it's flattering Binghe but obviously every other person we know is straight, that's just statistics, and everyone in the entire cultivation world knows that Qi Qingqi would sooner chew glass than have sex with a man!

Luo Binghe, weeping now: Shizun please. This is serious. I need you speak words that make sense in the order you're saying them.

They argue, they reach an impasse, the clock is ticking. So Luo Binghe reluctantly turns to the most reliable source of information (outside of himself) on Manipulating Shen Qingqiu to Do Things That Are in His Own Best Interests -- Shang Qinghua.

At first Shang Qinghua is like, well I'm flattered Junshang but I don't think I could shoulder the baggage of fucking Cucumber-bro for you. But then Luo Binghe is like no I need someone who is way hotter and more capable than you, if Shizun is going to fuck someone else at my behest they're going to be TOP TIER so that when I fuck him better afterwards he's really impressed with me. Liu Qingge, obviously.

Not Yue Qingyuan, Shang Qinghua asks? (He'd take the insult a little more personally but honestly he's just relieved that he's not being asked to navigate this social minefield.)

No, Luo Binghe says. He's not 100% sure he could beat Yue Qingyuan in a fight even to this day, which in his mind also translates to not being 100% sure he could do sex better than him either, so Yue Qingyuan is an emergency last resort. He's way more likely to cry on Shizun too and Shen Qingqiu is into that shit, it's too risky.

Alright, says Shang Qinghua, and he thinks about it, and then he comes up with the beautifully simple solution:

Luo Binghe has to fuck Liu Qingge first.

Because of course the crux of the issue is that even with permission, Shen Qingqiu doesn't want to cheat on Luo Binghe. But in the twisted annals of his mind, Luo Binghe himself is still entitled to a harem, even if Luo Binghe is also happily monogamous in this life. So if he shacks up with Liu Qingge first then Liu Qingge essentially joins Luo Binghe's harem, at which point if Shen Qingqiu sleeps with him it's not an affair, it's the gay version of those fanservice-y 3P scenes that the wives in PIDW did. Shang Qinghua translates the concept as best as he can to Luo Binghe, who -- though slightly dubious -- must accept that so far Shang Qinghua's wisdom hasn't steered him wrong with regards to his shizun's eccentricities.

Luo Binghe's mission: seduce Liu Qingge, or at least convince him to have sex, or possibly to lie and (convincingly!) tell Shen Qingqiu that they had sex. That last one is the longest shot so he's probably going to have to just fuck him (Luo Binghe still underestimates how willing his husband is to believe that just about anyone would have sex with him).

Shang Qinghua's mission: convince Shen Qingqiu that he owes his husband steamy threeway gay sex or something so that this plan he pulled out of his ass doesn't backfire and get him killed.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

When I saw ur post that you'll do Cookie run kingdom, I IMMEDIATELY jumped to this!

Beast Cookies (The 3 Playable ones rn) vs The Ancients fighting for their attention to dear Cookie!Reader in their cookie kingdom. But Cookie!Reader is very oblivious to their affection, and they just think they're getting along swell, buts its VERY obvious to the other cookies about the attention.

Yes yes YES! I've only finished SMC's arc but I read the others on the wiki page. So hopefully I did them all justice

.............

Shadow Milk/Pure Vanilla

In the Cookie Kingdom, Shadow Milk hasn't entirely changed his ways, although he promised to stop turning cookies into puppets/tarots/chess pieces (which surprisingly wasn't a lie).

He simply settled for creating mischief and making himself quite the nuisance to Pure Vanilla Cookie (since he's still a bit petty about the whole soul jam situation and all).

However, he's been going the extra mile lately because of you, a Cookie who was one of Pure Vanilla's closest friends.

Unlike others who had the usual reactions to his pranks (horror, anger, embarrassment, or sometimes all three at once), he notices that you don't give him the reactions he hopes for.

Instead you just laugh and say "you almost got me there, maybe next time!"

He thought you were mocking him, but when you insist you're being honest, he backs off.

Since you're so interesting to him, he keeps watch over you...and pouts every time he sees you with Pure Vanilla, becoming determined to have your attention all to himself.

Once, he snuck one of his cream sheep (in literal wolf's clothing) into the cotton candy ranch pen while you were assisting the healer in harvesting wool.

His plan was to distract him so he'd be able to "kidnap" you and leave his counterpart to deal with the chaos of a dangerous creature threatening the flock (even changing the "no wolves" sign to "wolves allowed").

Instead, you immediately saw through the facade and thought the wolf was lost, gently sweet-talking it and guiding it out of the pen without causing any commotion.

Shadow Milk appears and whines about you "spoiling" his fun, although he's confused when you ask him if you could keep the wolf.

"Really? Even though I......wait. No, of course not, dummy! Get your own pet." He's quick to snap his fingers, creating a portal that sucks the canine back into the other-realm.

But since that interaction...you believe he's starting to warm up to you, always wanting to hang out and show off.

He'd would make up little lies and truths about his encounters with Pure Vanilla, including what happened at his spire, putting on dramatic displays/shows to make himself out to be the "hero".

Of course, you know better than to believe most of what he says, but you still give him your time of day.

Pure Vanilla did once mention the small droplet of loneliness he sensed within Shadow Milk, so you figured he just needed a friend--something he vehemently denied when that offer was first extended, but eventually learned to accept once he got settled into Cookie Kingdom.

You think you've been making great progress in your friendship with the Beast, although lately a rumor's been circulating (one that he didn't create, and thus was unaware of), that he had a crush on you.

Why else would he want you all to himself? And try to drag you away from Pure Vanilla anytime he saw you both together? And make you more of the witness--instead of the victim--to his latest pranking scheme?

90% of the time he acts like he caught you "cheating" on him...and you're just like "but I'm not even dating anyone???"

Since Awakening, Pure Vanilla has grown to have a lot more patience with him, but he still thinks his antics are childish and would say "just tell them how you feel".

However, he knows Shadow Milk is not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and would rather put on grand puppet shows and shapeshift as other cookies you've befriended than ever admit he likes you.

But he believes that one day, you'd be the one to crack through that exterior. Just as he did.

Mystic Flour/Dark Cacao

In her weary world of white, you were a cookie that brought just a smidgen of color back into her daily life.

Within the kingdom, she found cookies who remind her of those who used to flock to her Ivory Pagoda with selfish desires and obsessive wishes, taking and taking.

Seeing them dart around and act the fool makes her ponder over whether they should be enlightened or not...

Loving, befriending, working, creating...what was the point if none of that will matter in a hundred years? Do they ever stop to ask themselves if any of those deeds will be remembered? Why bother?

While her powers are severely diminished, leaving her unable to summon a flour storm, she still tries spreading her message to those willing to listen.

Most try to stay away, as her words are rather depressing, but you're actually curious about why she thinks that way.

You feel terrible after learning her story before and after she had her soul jam stripped away, although she assures you not to mourn--for she found comfort in apathy, and asks if you'll do the same.

But you respond that while it is inevitable that everyone crumbles and returns to flour no matter what, life is still worth experiencing, and wanting to help the kingdom grow is something you enjoy and want to keep doing.

"But kingdoms rise and fall. This one, too, shall follow. All these monuments will become mere piles of sugar dust. These waterways will soon dry up and-"

"That may be true, but who's to say we can't rebuild? This isn't your traditional kingdom with a single ruler." You point out. "We've got plenty of hands to help put up new statues and fill the rivers."

"...hm."

Dark Cacao was..less-than-pleased to see you chatting with her, considering she brought the Pale Ailment to his kingdom and nearly killed him trying to obtain his soul jam.

It's a grudge he hasn't fully let go of, and he made it known to you that he'll fight any of her attempts to "corrupt" your mind with her twisted ideals.

He'd try to keep you away from her--which is unusual for the typically reserved Ancient Hero (unless you were from the same kingdom, and in that case you'd understand Your Majesty's protectiveness).

Unfortunately for him, Mystic Flour finds your presence..intriguing. Even when your time is up, she'd certainly want to remember everything about you, so she wants to know more about you here in the present.

While she observes you handling tasks with grace, she'll notice Dark Cacao glaring at her from across the way, pondering why he kept looking at her like that.

Could he have been...jealous?

Yet another frugal emotion he would've been liberated from had he listened to her...

You think the two have been getting along a bit better, considering they could be in the same space without him brandishing his sword....but in reality, even other cookies can sense their tension, the air too thick to be cut with a butterknife.

Burning Spice/Golden Cheese

When you heard news of Burning Spice Cookie joining the kingdom, you were informed to stay FAR away from him, as he was one of the most violent Beasts the Witches have ever known.

Golden Cheese told you about her battle with him, bitterly recalling how he tore her own wings off and caused destruction simply out of boredom--so she's rightfully concerned for your safety.

Unfortunately for the queen of abundance, her counterpart's eyes have been on you the moment he noticed you both talking to one another.

But instead of allowing him to goad her into a rematch, you offer to show Burning Spice around the kingdom.

He welcomes the change, considering there's no singular ruler, although he expected this one to crumble like many before.

"Let's see how long it takes before I grow bored of this....place." He sneers, keeping his weapon at the ready-

Although he noticed a statue built in his likeness (alongside SMC and MFC) and paused.

This kingdom honored the Beasts despite all of their horrific crimes?

"I dunno when those showed up, but-"

"I like 'em. It's a nice surprise. Whoever sculpted this paid extra attention to my physique and might. I give them my thanks. Nice to see that someone here knows I'm the greatest." He snickers.

Yep A simple statue satisfied his ego enough to spare the kingdom from having to spend fortunes on property damages.

As you began spending more time with Burning Spice, you show him different (and better) outlets for his anger, providing him a home with training grounds in case he needed to let off steam.

Forget about trying to put this Beast of Destruction to work---he'd grind the sugar cube quarry to dust and burn down the lumbar production facility.

Golden Cheese--being greedy over not just ownership over her soul jam, but also for her friends--isn't too thrilled with Burning Spice "pretending" to be your best friend, knowing he could crumble you with one claw should you let your guard down.

She has Smoked Cheese Cookie spy on you from a distance to ensure you're safe....but you're oblivious to her concerns.

You had no idea the two were even have daily quarrels over which of them "deserved" your attention more.

If anything, you assumed they were still fighting over their soul jam.

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 16

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

warnings: again, the internet is cruel. Max gets into his head, mental health issues?? self doubt, crying, mention of cheating

not proofread

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“Alright, I’m leaving then! I’ll see you in a few days” You say, coming trough the door into the living room, where max was sitting on the couch. It had been a few good weeks since the whole incident and you were both cooled down from the drama.

Lando hadn’t really come to his senses, but you unblocked him. Your dad had a talk with him, that resulted in nothing.

“Alright. Be careful and text me” He gets up from his place and hugs you, kissing the top of your head “I will, don’t worry” You kiss him and smile “I gotta go now before I miss my flight or something!”

You look at your phone “And they’re here! Okay, gotta go. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone! I love you” “Won’t do, I love you too” Max watches you leave the apartment with a suitcase, and sighs.

He still hadn’t voiced his concerns about Franco. Not to think wrong, franco was a super nice bloke but he was flirty and you two just got along a little to well for his liking.

But how would you know? You only had eyes for max, franco was not interesting for you. But that is something that Max has to get in his head first..

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You slid into the backseat. Kika turned around to look at you “Ready?” You smile “A tour through the headquarters of tractors? Sure!” Pierre glared at you through the mirror “Do you want to walk?” He grumbled “Pierre!” Kika slapped his arm “What? She said I’m driving a tractor!”

Kika rolled her eyes smiling and pierre dropped it.

-

norris.yn

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norris.yn she’s everything and he’s… there

pierregasly why am I always catching strays

franciscagomez 🙂‍↕️😘

alexandrasaintmleux 😂😂

charlesleclerc oh pierre 🤦‍♂️

maxfewtrell always tired 😂

pierregasly of your girlfriend? Always

franciscagomez Pierre.

pierregasly What? She’s always stealing you

norris.yn she deserves more than you

pierregasly see??

maxfewtrell I choose peace and ignore it.

-

You three arrived at the Alpine headquarters and as you neared the entrance you saw a figure enthusiastically talk with Paul, who just looked like he was being tortured.

As you got closer, Paul spotted you three and sighed in relief “Thank god. Now he can talk your ear off. I really like you Franco, but it’s to fucking early” Paul says, yawning.

You chuckle as Franco huffed “Mean” He crossed his arms but smiled at you “You’re alive! You weren’t at the paddock, your brother acts as if you aren’t his sister and you don’t post anymore!” He throws his arms up in the air.

“Have you seen what happened?” You chuckled “Yeah I know” “Don’t you follow her on here new account?” Pierre asked “Uh..new account?” Franco looks puzzled at the frenchman and then at you.

“Yeah, I made one just for friends, no strangers, no privacy invasion, just us” You say smiling. Franco nods, pulls out his phone and hands it to you.

You type in his code, which kika raised an eyebrow at and request your account from his. You hand it back to him and accept the request.

“Ah, yes you have been alive!” He laughs. You nod and laugh. Pierre and Kika start to make their way inside, and you two follow them.

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norris.yn

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norris.yn @/ jackdoohan, pls get better soon, they’re crazy

jackdoohan I will try my best 😂

norris.yn pls hurry up 😭😂

franciscagomez we’re not that bad 🤔

pierregasly …

paulaaron you love us, really

francocolapinto now why would you post this? my my

norris.yn you’ll live

-

max grimaced at his phone. This is exactly what he feared could happen. But before he could continue his thought train, another notification popped up on his phone.

It was a gossip page that had tagged him. That was never good but he clicked on it, and immediately regretted it.

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f1gossip

f1gossip Franco Colapinto was spotten near the Alpine Headquarters with Yn Norris. Mclarens number one drivers sister. Has she moved on from her boyfriend Max Fewtrell?

user oh my god. She’s disgusting

user what a bitch

user max isn’t even allowed to be mad, he did the same

user are we gonna ignore that Pierre, Paul and Kika were also with them??

user 🤢

user franco noooo

-

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You sigh as you put the phone down. Kika tilts her head at you “What did he say?” “He’s being weird” Franco raised an eyebrow “About me? I swear, I know you guys are a thing! I don’t want anything from you” Franco raised his hands in surrender.

You chuckle “I know that. Something tells me tho that this is not based on todays events.” You look at Kika with a knowing look. She presses her lips together.

“Do we have to understand this?” Pierre asked confused “Are you a woman?” She asked him with an raised eyebrow “No?” “Then you won’t get it.”

“I’ll guess it’s an early leave for me” You sigh “Nooo, can’t he be weird alone for a few more days?” Paul pouts “I’d rather resolve this as soon as possible. I know how much Max can get into his own head because of the media. I’ve seen it with him, and i’ve seen it with Lando. I know what It does to people”

“Especially something like this” Pierre says, his voice now serious but calm. Kika nods “Of that is what you think is better for the two of you, that’s okay. We can do this another time. Maybe even bring max that time” Kika says, Pierre nodding along “Definitely”

You smile “Thanks guys. I guess I’ll see what flight will get me back the fastest” You pull out your phone again “Is he in monaco again?” Kika chuckled “Yep. He’s at my apartment” She nods “Obviously.”

-

While you were planning your trip home, Max was laying in your bed. His eyes fixed on the side you claimed as yours the first time he had officially slept over as your boyfriend.

He smiled a bit at the memory, which was quickly soured away by the pictures of you and franco flashing in his mind. He knew you would never do such things, he knew that Kika, Pierre and Paul had been there but in moments like these, his mind wasn’t quiet.

It screamed at him. Screamed he’d get hurt again, or more by the one person that could actually hurt him deeply.

He shakes his head. You wouldn’t.

Are you sure? You’re not even a racing driver.

She loves me for me.

does she now? why would you be enough

Max sat up and got up to go into the bathroom. He looked into the reflection of the big mirror. His eyes were red from crying, but not too bad that he couldn’t pass it off as sleepiness.

He splashed water in his face and sighed. His mind was playing tricks on him that only you could outplay. You were outplaying tricks you didn’t even know about.

He let his head hang and sighed again.

He turned off the light and made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water. In moments like these, he would’ve called lando. Something he had also cost her.

She would’ve never argued about Daniel with Lando if it wasn’t for him. It was all his fault.

-

It was later in the day when you had finally arrived back in monaco. You sighed as you pulled out your keys but before you could put the keys in, the door swung open.

Max looked backwards into the apartment, his suitcase in hand. He closed the door and finally turned around to look at you.

you both stare at each other for a moment. You look between his suitcase and him “Uhm..where you leaving?” You ask confused.

“I..uh” Max didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected you back so soon. What in christs name-

“Why are you back already?” “That doesn’t matter right now. Did something happen?” Max’s jaw clenched and he looked away.

A knot forms in your stomach “Please don’t tell me this is about the Franco thing” You say quietly. Max still doesn’t meet your eyes. You abandon your suitcase for a moment and unlock the door.

You point for him to go back inside. Before he could protest, you shake your head “We’re talking about this. Inside. With your suitcase.”

-

You sat down on the couch, turned to Max, while he was faced forward, hands fidgeting.

“Max, please talk to me about this. I already told you, I would never..Franco isn’t..He doesn’t even fit into my life” You say, still looking at him.

“I know” He says quietly “Well apparently you don’t. You wanted to leave why exactly? To tell me what? You didn’t call, you didn’t text” His head turns to the kitchen.

You can see the island from the couch. There is a vase of your favourite flowers and a letter perched up against.

“I knew you would try to stop me” He says quietly. Now he had made you speechless. You look at him in shock.

“You..so” You take a deep breath “So this is it?” You ask, not entirely sure what you’re even saying. Max finally looks at you. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

You clenched your jaw “why?” You whisper, biting back tears. Max weighs his options. You would try to convince him to stay, when he would tell you the truth. But he would only hurt you further.

His mind kept screaming to go, his heart was aching, and crying out your name, longing for your love. He knew you’d be better off without him. He had to go.

“You wouldn’t understand” “Then make me understand. Let me try to fix this! Us!”

“There is no us. Not anymore. There should’ve never been an us”

The words lie heavy in the room. You stare at him. You can only watch as he gets up, takes his suitcase and takes one last look at you.

This is it, she’ll be free of you.

-

Alexandra could barely understand what you were saying over the phone as she rushed out the door, Charles closely behind, having to drive her over to you.

She tried to calm you down, with no success. The only thing she understood was “Franco, Max, broke up” And the last one was what made her stomach turn.

-

She opened your door with her spare key, rushing inside, finding you curled up on the couch.

“Hey, hey.” She took you into her arms. Her arms tighten around you as your sobs got heavier and more pained. Charles looks worried, wording the name ‘Kelly’. Alex nods, hoping Kelly would get more out of you, knowing you two knew each other longer.

Kelly arrived sooner than Alex expected, and Charles left, telling Alex to call if she needed anything.

-

alexandrasaintmleux added to their story

[cap: @/kellypiquet our new master chef 👩‍🍳 🍝❤️

reply’s:

charlesleclerc how is she holding up?

she’s okay for now. Calmed her down but his story doesn’t make sense. It’s quite confusing and just really out of the blue.

charlesleclerc hm..you want me to play detective?

pls do

charlesleclerc no problem mom amor❤️

❤️

user isn’t that yn’s kitchen??

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so uhm.. yeah. Here’s a good handful of angst and Max’s head full of chaos 😬 Ups

Happy Valentine or whatever

[chrollohearttags]

nobody knows • portgas d. ace

another drabble for sneaky link/ex boyfriend ace bc I have one functioning brain cell and all of it is focused on him atm teehee 🤭

wc: 1.8K

more infidelity (y’all both still AIN’T SHIT 😭 reader got that dog in her I’m sorry), straight porn, modern au, black fem reader, phone sex/sexting, squirting, oral sex, calls reader bitch, a eating + anal, recording, backshots, rough sex, heavy breeding, idk what else will come out

he’s so ooc in this and I don’t give a fuck (I’m ovulating and stressed w life + therapy is too expensive)

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nobody knows why you and ex-boyfriend!ace broke up in the first place. Honestly, it seemed like such a waste…three long years down the drain with nothing to show for it but the two of you left in shambles. Friends and family consoling you both as you learned to navigate life without one another. (Y/N), moving on fairly quickly with the son of one of your dad’s friends..a byproduct of military nepotism and the very antithesis to what Ace was. A stiff working a cushy desk job and reaping the benefits..pushing papers and always playing it safe. He was very kind, sweet and damn near ideal in every sense of the word. Not too much of a drinker, a partygoer or anything of the sort but he always took you on dates. All of your girlfriends liked him well enough, thinking that he more matched your speed than the thrill seeking, goofy, chaotic daredevil that was ex-boyfriend!ace. Who rode motorcycles and climbed mountains in his spare time, when he wasn’t holding life by the tips of his fingers as an EMT. Covered in tattoos, he looked like such a quintessential, stereotypical ‘bad boy’… “God, (y/n). I don’t know what you ever saw in that guy. He’s a loser, through and through.”

However, what nobody knows..is that you never truly left him alone! He was your ideal match and you couldn’t shake it. You could actually laugh, joke and make mistakes with him. There was no need for faux perfection and lies. You saw each other for who you really were.

Nobody knows that while you’re at work, he’s constantly sending you filthy messages to get you aroused and worked up. Making you chew your lip and the tip of your pen as you twirl in your chair..reading how he’s going to make sure you feel it in your stomach the next time you two link. Nobody knows he shamelessly sends you nut videos, uttering your name with the sexiest moans. Nobody knows that when you tell your assistant that the hour where you refuse any meetings is designated for you to choke on ex-boyfriend!ace’s cock in your cute little business attire..loving the way those glasses hang off the tip of your nose as he pushes your forehead to his pelvis.

“Goddamn, babe..I knew I couldn’t quit you..you’re eating my dick up so good.”

“It’d taste even better if you let me come on it first.”

loving that you were willing to abandon all of your morals for him so easily. Nobody knows about the second phone you keep stashed away in your glovebox just to call him late at night when your new man is sleeping or working overnight and you want some company..

“Can you please come over? I miss you..he won’t be back tonight. I promise.”

“Of course, baby. Anything for you..I’ll always come running when you tell me.”

or in need of a good orgasm because that dummy couldn’t give you one if you handed him a roadmap to the clit! With ex-boyfriend!ace on the other line talking you through it with that deep voice and lewd commands.

“Oh my gosh, pretty girl. Did you call me just so you could touch yourself to the sound of my voice? You’re so cute..” making you FaceTime him because he wants to see the mess he helped create.

nobody knows that whilst you're out at dinner with your new man, alongside loved ones as he boasts about how he knows you’re the one and how you guys make such a lovely couple, (y/n) is daydreaming about ex-boyfriend!ace riding you on the back of his Suzuki through the city, knowing the rush gets you turned on. That rather than dealing with an insecure little boy who felt intimidated by your looks and success, ex-boyfriend!ace would go drinking and partying with you, loving when you showed off your body because he wasn't worried about another man taking what was his. Nobody knows that you have a small tattoo of ex-boyfriend!ace’s name right above your private area. Hell, it's not as if your new man touched you enough to notice and when he did, the lights remained off.

When your girlfriends are divulging the dirt about their relationships and how envious they are of you. Claiming that you hit the jackpot with such a structured, well mannered guy who works a high paying job and always comes home to you. But what nobody knows…is that he could never replace the man you truly love. So much so, when you kiss him on the cheek that Friday evening before heading to the ‘airport’ for another business trip..you’re secretly meeting ex-boyfriend!ace in the top floor suite at a luxury hotel hours away from home where you two go every month to fuck each other's brains out for three days straight. Akin to addicts who can’t be satisfied, you rabidly devour one another until your bodies quit.

“I’ve waited all week for this…I’m so not sorry for how I’m about to fuck you.” ”I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Wrapping his hands around your throat, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he corners you against a wall. Nobody knows that ex!boyfriend!ace has you face down on a mattress with your ass up in the air as his tongue explores both of your entrances. Practically seating you on his face to suction around that clit, flicking his tongue in and out of your tight cunt before prodding your asshole, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva on each of them. Because you wore that adorable little heart shaped plug to help prep you for the weekend.

“You taste so fucking good…especially when I know you’ll let me have it anytime I want.”

nobody knows that you’re somewhere gripping the sheets for dear life as ex-boyfriend!ace delivers the most insane backshots you’ve ever felt. Those perfectly round, thick cheeks ricocheting off of his lower half..the contrast in your skin and that pearlescent scream surrounding his shaft making the sight even better…ripping orgasms from your body with no shame because he deserves it. After all, you belong to him.

“That’s right..come on this dick, bitch. Give me what I want..” he still loves and respects you all the same. But ace knows you prefer rough, degrading sex far more than the mundane and vanilla. Especially when it was in short supply with your current situation. Even going as far as to place a foot on your head, tugging your arms behind your back so that he can really bury his cock inside of you.

“Yes! Keep fucking meeee, just like that, daddy. ‘S so good!”

“You love when I dig you out like this, treating you like a little slut..’swear this pussy’s going to get me in some serious trouble one day. But I don’t care, I love you.”

rambling on as he feels you twitching around him for the third time, leaving splatters of warm juices each time; squirting immensely from the constant stimulation to your spot.

“Damn, you’re coming so hard, pretty girl. Is he not fucking you right?” Laughing before he could even get the very rhetorical question from his mouth. Leaning down to place a trail of pecks and licks on your spine to console you before placing you into a prone position. ”Of course not..nobody knows this body better than me. Isn’t that right, gorgeous?” All but confirmed by the way you’re tightening around him..he can’t help but to grip your throat and steal sloppy kisses from you whilst he drills you into the mattress. “Nooo, babyyy. You’re the only one who can fuck me this good..oh my Goddd—“ placing his camera in your face so that he could have it for safekeeping..(and in case he gets wind of your man running his mouth about him again!) Making you call his name and scream it to the heavens. “Aceeee, fuck meeee..”

Nobody knows that you’ve been fucking for damn near an hour while your phone buzzes with missed calls and texts from your boyfriend and whatever little girl he’s deciding to entertain for the moment. As heinous as it was, you were just filling the void and you’d always find your way back to each other. Perhaps it was the thrill of sneaking around that kept this charade going. Either way, you weren’t giving each other for a long time and it’s so obvious why..no one else will do the freaky shit that you both crave so much.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck your ass again..feels amazing.” glaring up at him with the most adoring gaze in your eyes and smile on your face as you proudly hold a vibrator to your clit..allowing him to stretch that opposite opening. Practically coming on spot when you began to show your gratitude for this pleasure…

“Thank you, daddy..using all my holes like this. I love it so much.” That much apparent by the tears pouring down your face alongside that toothy grin. Only he could give it to you so good, you begin to cry!

“Oh shit..of course, gorgeous girl. I’d do anything for you..anything to see my baby smile.” Including pinning you down by your throat and letting trails of saliva drip into your mouth. Even feeding you a couple slaps when you all but pleaded with him to treat you like an object.

nobody knows that on the sparse occasions when you have sex with your current man, he’s forced to wear a condom because you’ve discussed several times that you don’t want children and you’re not taking any risks. But ex-boyfriend!ace gets the privilege of feeling that hard cock sliding in and out of you raw..and to breed you as many times as he can muster! Letting load after load spill into your aching womb. Filling every hole with that dripping seed.

“You look so pretty stuffed with my cum, sweetheart. Just how I like it.”

nobody knows why you left ex-boyfriend!ace in the first place but you knew why you’d always come running back!

@violetxxvenom @shamelesshoefairy @lwop-kpop

[thatoneautisticshark]

I'M BACK AGAIN

Okay so in response to you saying "Simon thinking he was being sooooooo flirty, but it's shit" it made me think about his flirting in general.

Simon's sense of humor is already something that most people wouldn't get and the rest groan at and try to hide that they find it funny.

I think Simon would 100000000% just SUCK BALLLLLS when it comes to flirting like he's so fucjing bad at it. He either says smth and they think he's being kinda creepy ("You used a different shampoo today, it smells nice") or dropping morbid scary facts (totally not projecting)("the epidermis layer of the skin isn't attached to any blood major blood vessels. If you skin someone alive carefully enough, they'll die of dehydration before they do of blood loss" trying to seem cool and smart) or maybe he says smth more normal but he's got that dead face and those intense eyes that make it look like he's glaring and the monotone voice and people think he's gonna kill them.

But Johnny fuckin MacTavish. That little freak!!!!!! It works. Of course Simon's God awful flirting would work! Johnny's a freak! I like to think he's a lil pyrophiliac or smth sometimes, he's kinky! But also, he just understands what Simon's trying to get across bc he knows Simon better than anyone else! People always say they can never tell what Ghost is thinking but Ghost just has to send one look Soap's way and Soap already knows that Ghost wants a specific brand of tea and a fucking biscuit or smth else ridiculously specific.

And it baffles the rest of 141 the way Soap reads Ghost so easily and how Soap blushes at Ghost's weird ass flirting. Bc what do you mean Soap is getting all hot and bothered over Ghost talking about how long it takes to strange someone to death or smth like that 😭🤣

Ghost doesn't even have to say anything he just walks into a room and Soap already knows. Call Soap the Ghost Whisperer from now on!!! It comes in real handy anytime Ghost goes nonverbal bc he's stressed out the wazoo

This is Ghost lookikg at Soap and Soap knowing that Ghost is craving *insert the most ungodly specific and random thing here* more than oxygen itself.

yes. Yup. Cannon now because I say so. Not quite sure how to make it into a fic,so you get more like little prices of it.

Soap genuinely believed Ghost was mute for the first three weeks, then He randomly spoke, and Soap was like. Okay then.

After mission, Ghost is obviously stressed and not doing well and non of the team knows what to do. Ghost just stares at Soap for five seconds, and Soap grabs his keys. "I'm going to get Simon banana milk brainwaves and KFC Fry's, anyone want anything?" And the team is going... What the fuck?

On their one month anniversary Ghost gifted soap a giant plushie spider that Soap keeps above his bed and it terrifies Gaz.

Ghosts flirting is facts. Like he tells soap about how, female hyenas have a pseudo penis, and it rips during birth. And Soap just goes. Good for them mate.

Ghost is either rambling or mute and soap loves him either way.

His observations of little things is so endearing to Soap. "You washed your hair". "your shoes are polished" "That's a new toothpaste." It also comes in useful when soap is injured because Ghost spots in a millisecond.

Freaky under the cut. Also TW Murder

The first time they fuck is in a storage cupboard on a mission, because Soap seeing Ghost slit a clean line down someone's throat to their dick got him going. (He is fucked up okay)

Soap blows up a base, and ghost is giving him bedroom eyes.

Soap has a much shorter mohawk for a while, because while palying with fire in the bedroom they set it on fire.

On days they are both horny, but Ghost isn't up for touch, Soap has sucked off ghosts gun, with the saftey off.

[okaysonny]

Saw that your reqs are open, so I wanted to ask for a platonic one-shot, hope you don't mind! I have this headcanon where the reader is Daniel's younger twin who is mute and whose behavior is very much like Vasco's. Maybe that's why Daniel could understand Jay without a problem— because he grew up with us and knew exactly what we wanted before we learned how to write or even any form of sign language (and also why he seems very patient and a bit unfazed by his friend group's silliness, if I'm not mistaken-).

a/n: i like very much 😍 you can chalk their communication down to TWINK TELEPATHY but this is a better explanation

headcanons bc anon said in another ask they dm👍🏽

★ daniel knowing sign language because of his twin is saur cute...him picking up on little gestures when they were both small </3

★ in the beginning of lookism, he was lowkey a pos. (yelled at his mom + blamed her for his life) so with his mom working all the time, daniel has to take responsibility in minding them. thinks his sibling is a bit of a nuisance, especially because of that bubbly, enthusiastic energy that vasco has.

★ buuut, he doesn't realise how much his experiences - the sign language, the (although reluctant) patience and care - sets him apart. not everyone has those skills, even if he thinks it's normal.

★ there's this scene at the start where daniel yells at his mom for putting an egg in his ramen 😭 i see his twin giving a judgmental look after, and daniel feels guilty. still, he does have a what would they know? attitude.

★ when daniel was transferring schools, he felt bad about running away from his problems and leaving his mom by herself. so i also think he'll feel bad about leaving his sibling by themselves too. they'll be on their own when his mom is working.

★ he’d sit down and have this so...i won't be here with you anymore. you'll be fine, right? conversation. daniel ask a bunch of questions for his own reassurance, and they just nod at everything.

★ cue emotional moment where his twin suddenly hugs him...and daniel realises he'll actually miss them. he starts crying, overwhelmed by the thought of leaving everything behind.

★ as daniel goes through his character growth, his connection with jay makes more sense now. his understanding of jay’s nonverbal communication comes naturally because he grew up doing the same with his sibling! in a way, with jay's friendship, he wants to make up for those early moments when daniel was dismissive with them.

★ thanksgiving arc reunion (the first one) would be heart tugging! i can see his sibling's appearance changing slightly. maybe they sign something like i knew you’d be okay and he tears up all over again.

★ his twin is looking after their mom now. daniel is grateful and proud, it's something that he never did before he moved away.

★ i don't think daniel really reveals personal details to his friends? so if his sibling visits him while everyone's around...it would be really funny. if the twin is a guy, everyone's like why are there two of them? if it’s a girl, it’s…why is daniel in a wig?

★ because his sibling has vasco's traits, i can defo see vasco having these intense conversations with them through gestures and nods. vasco doesn’t question it at all — he just asks more questions, completely fascinated. everyone else is like ermmm wtf

★ JAY AND HIS TWIN INTERACTING WOULD BE SO CUTE!!! they’d be communicating with quiet excitement :') a heartwarming moment for both of them, realising they aren’t alone in their experiences.

[caffinated-squid]

i really liked your eltingville club character analysis’s!!! in the bill one you mentioned how bill was showing vulnerability in the intervention, do you think he was also showing vulnerability at the beginning of this fan this monster? considering how his friends weren’t around for him to belittle or reinforce his power to, i’d love to see an analysis from you for bills behavior in this fan this monster and how joe influenced bill. ty and keep up the good work!! <3

Thank you, happy that you enjoyed them! Regarding Bill in This Fan This Monster, I think it could be argued that it shows up a little bit in the beginning considering that Joe is probably the closest thing that Bill has had to a consistent father figure in his life. Focusing on this comic by itself, (the inclusion of the first comic makes it a bit more confusing) its mentioned in the hospital that his parents are divorced and while when it specifically happened is unclear, his presence is also absent in other Eltingville comics. (excluding the first) 

Bill’s mom probably did not play much of a role in his life as well, considering how much resentment they both have for each other, which can be seen though Bill’s mom preferring to get people to tie him up in a chair for hours to fix his comic obsession rather than just talking to him herself in The Intervention and accusing him of blaming her for the divorce in This Fan This Monster.

In summary, Bill is not on good terms with either of his parents and probably latched onto Joe because he appeared to care about similar interests. (though he just sees Bill more as a source of money rather than an actual person)

** From this, Joe probably influenced Bill's behavior the most since a lot of Joe's behavior seen in This Fan This Monster (saying customers have to be treated like idiots, that women don't actually like comics) reflected in Bill once Joe needs to leave for an emergency and in the Epilogue. (especially in his rant to Mandi)

** Though I don't think that Joe was someone that Bill would ever open up to regarding his personal life and issues, its idolization rather than an actual familial relationship at most

I would say that the beginning of the comic has a mixture of two things, Bill trying to appease and learn from Joe while looking up to him as somewhat of a father figure, but also constantly testing to see how much he can get away with, he is still just as willing to break rules if it means he has easier access to the things he wants. Though that appeasement definitely comes back in when he attempts to blame his friends for the destruction of the comic shop in order to still cling onto the power he just obtained.

On his friends not being around, I don’t think that Bill got better without them present. Although he is the leader of the Eltingville Club, Josh and Pete are there to constantly challenge his opinions which prevents his ego from going completely unchecked. With their absence, you can see Bill’s ego gradually become more inflated the more he is around Joe, getting worse when Joe temporarily puts him in charge. Joe ignores Bill a majority of the time aside from making fun of him for doing grunt work, which allows Bill to believe that he can get away with being an asshole because he now has a higher status, and with this higher status, he doesn’t need a friend group to control.

**I tend to see This Fan This Monster as Bills Icarus moment, in the sense that his ego rises over the comic only for it to come crashing down when he sets the comic shop on fire out of spite.

(Hopefully this answered your question/request! I have 2 other analysis essays I am going to write related to Eltingville, then I'll probably be done and focus on another topic of interest)

[warrioreowynofrohan]

@bethanydelleman Here are my musings on the question I asked – I was thinking more in terms of which characters could like and respect each other and how well their personalities would mesh, more than their likelihood of necessarily falling deeply in love. Mr. Knightly does deeply respect and admire Jane Fairfax, though he isn’t in love with her, and many of the people I’ve shipped with him (Elinor, Fanny, Jane Bennet) have personalities similar to hers.

Who Else Could Austen Characters Marry?

If Austen characters didn’t marry their canon spouse, who else would they be good with?

Elinor Dashwood: I think she mostly values a man who has sense and principle, from what we see of Edward Ferrars, and who doesn’t stand too much on dignity. I think she could be happy with either Mr. Knightley or Edmund Bertram, and they could be happy with her.

Marianne Dashwood: I could see her and Wentworth falling for each other. They’re both passionate and romantic, and for most of the time between his breach with Anne and the midpoint of Persuasion Wentworth wants a woman who is firm and determined in her opinions, decisions, and loves, which is definitely Marianne! I think this would lead to both of them being somewhat less mature than they end up in canon – they’d reinforce each other’s impulsiveness and passion, and they might also have some trouble budgeting – but on the whole it would work. Marianne would have a lot of trouble keeping it together when he was away at sea, or might decide to go with him on his ship.

Jane Bennet: Jane’s kind and generous of spirit, I think she would like any warm, personable, and good man. Mr. Knightley is again a good choice.

Elizabeth Bennet: I could see her with either Mr. Knightley – she and Emma have the same liveliness and some of the same flaws of over-trust in their judgement, and I think he’d be good for her and they would be happy, as he has all Darcy’s good points without the haughtiness – or with Henry Tilney. In the case of Henry Tilney, I think that (like Wentworth and Marianne) they’d both end up less mature than they do in canon: Elizabeth and Henry would both reinforce each other’s satirical tendencies, rather than them being leavened by Catherine’s innocence in one case and Darcy’s stability in the other. But they would be happy, and make a good deal of sport of their neighbours.

Another possibility – I don’t know how well it would work out, but I could see it happening – is her and Henry Crawford. He’s intelligently, lively, active, with a lot of ideas, and I think that would appeal to her. She was initially drawn to Wickham, after all, and Crawford his his charm along with more intelligence. Would Henry Crawford fall for her or just leave her “crossed in love”? If the latter – she’s pretty resilient and I think she’d get over it. If the former, I’m not sure how it would turn out.

Fanny Price: I’m being repetitive, but I do want her with Mr Knighley, she deserves him and he would be kind to her and she’d be, honestly, a really good Lady Bountiful with the capacity for helping those around her that his estate gives, and with the support of a husband who is thoroughly and non-ostentatiously charitable himself. Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax is my fanon ship, but honestly this is even better.

Emma Woodhouse: This is more difficult, especially as I don’t think there’s anyone but Mr. Knightley who would be willing to move into her house with her father and be as patient with Mr. Woodhouse as Mr. Knightley is. But she’s also the Austen heroine I can see as the most happily single – she’s independently wealthy, and even when she realizes her feelinfs for Mr. Knightley it’s more about not being superceded and excluded from his confidence (“being first with Mr. Knightley”) as anything romantic. Her level of happiness would somewhat depend on who else Me. Knightley married – I feel like she and Elizabeth would get on like two cats.

Jane Fairfax: Bingley has Frank Churchill’s liveliness and friendliness amd is, I think, a better person; they could be happy. Caroline Bingley would be so mad about him marrying a governess, though, so that would give Jane a harder time.

Anne Elliot: It’s hard to tell with her. Would she ever love anyone but Wentworth? She turned down Charles Musgrove, who’s a good guy on the whole and personable, probably because she was still in love. She and Colonel Brandon, who are both older and have lost loves (and he’s a military man as well) might bond and make a match of it.

Catherine Morland: The main challenge here is how young she is (17) compared to most of the male leads. She could be happy with a lot of different people (Edward Ferrars? Bingley?).

I’m finding it more difficult to work out who else would be a good match for some of the men. For example, Darcy: there’s no one else with quite Elizabeth’s combination of liveliness, defiance, intelligence, and goodness, that would have the defiance and fire to deflate his pride and make him reconsider his attitude, the wit to make him take himself less seriously, and the boldness not to be intimidated by his haughty reserve. I do not think he and Fanny Price (a pairing I have seen suggested) would work at all – he might feel compassion towards her, but if Elizabeth’s family are embarassing, Fanny’s are not even genteel: he’d never lower himself so far as to marry her. And if he did, the girl who’s browbeaten by Mrs. Norris would be ready to sink into the floorboards at the contempt of Lady Catherine.

[merulanoir]

(my arm is in a sling, but i have too many story ideas rattling around in my head so i'm typing this one out here before it escapes)

The thing is: Ghost doesn't help Soap in Las Almas.

He makes his way out of the city, and when he receives Soap's comms, he agrees to wait for one hour before being on his way. Against all odds, Soap makes the RV with something like three and a half minutes to spare, nearly delirious with pain but still alive.

And the thing is: Ghost can tell Soap is hurt by the fact that Ghost didn't wait for him. They both know it was the tactically sensible decision: one of them had to live to get word out to Price, and Ghost made a call. Ghost knows why Soap isn't his usual chatty, confident self on the drive. It could be the exhaustion and the gunshot wound and the blood loss, but Ghost has seen Soap with multiple broken bones and still cracking (hah) jokes.

Ghost knows Soap thinks himself expendable. They all are, as soldiers, ultimately, some more than others. Soap thinks that Ghost thinks so; he did, in a way, and as they drive to the safe house, Ghost admits to himself that he feels a twinge of guilt. He thinks his call was the right one, but he likes Soap.

(He hasn't let himself examine the feeling yet, that comes later: to be exact, it comes about a day later, when he sees Hassan dragging Soap towards the broken window.)

Ghost has worked solo for several years, and even after the joined the Task Force, he still spent a decent chunk either on his own and/or dark. Instead of diving right back, he pulls Price aside in Chicago and makes an off-hand comment about Soap, something that would sound casual to anyone who didn't know him and his shtick.

Price does understand what he's not-requesting: I wanna work with Soap.

Ghost spends almost a full year with Soap attached to his hip and trying to...not make amends, but to show that he doesn't consider Soap expendable. Anything but, because by October 2023, Soap has started calling him Simon and they're on the verge of something neither of them is brave enough to put a name to. It bleeds through quiet, tired moments, when Ghost consciously lets himself relax obviously enough that Soap can't not notice, and it's heavy in the air during downtime spent at the pub, Ghost's mask hiked over his nose to sip his drink, pretending he doesn't notice how Soap steals glances at him.

Then: Makarov escapes.

They race to Urzikstan, to the Mediterranean, to Siberia, Kastovia, and finally to London, and Ghost is unable to shake the creeping feeling that he's out of time. That he made a mistake, somewhere, and didn't notice, and now it's too late to fix anything.

He and Gaz are too late.

For the first time during his military career, Simon Riley doesn't fight it when Price tells him to take time off.

Here's the thing: Ghost started to regret leaving Soap behind when he realised Soap wouldn't have made the same call in his shoes. Soap would have stayed and helped Ghost. Not because it was the tactical or clever option, but because it was the right thing to do. Probably also because Soap had decided they were friends.

Thing is: Ghost was a coward. He feels like he was robbed; after a year of working together, he and Soap were almost there, Ghost had been dropping hints for months, wishing that Soap would be bold enough to finally assume the interest was mutual and...

He doesn't let himself think about it, but it returns to him when he manages to trick his body into exhausted sleep. He had a year to get his shit together and apologise to Soap, to tell him he was essential instead of replaceable, to confess he didn't want to work alone anymore because he had finally found something better. That he didn't want to live alone anymore because...

He's expected back at the garrison the next day. He goes to bed not expecting to catch any rest like most nights. He has a fleeting sense of surprise when his body grows heavy and consciousness slips away.

He opens his eyes to catch raindrops through his mask. The air is heavy with thunder he can hear rolling closer. Ghost blinks, disoriented, until there's a rattle on gunfire in the distance. Instinct makes him crouch behind a car, melt into the shadows.

When he looks up, he sees the lit tower of the church. For a moment, it blurs into nonsensical mess of gold and black, until...

"This is Bravo 7-1 in the blind, how copy?"

Soap has been dead for fifteen days, and now he's not: his voice is back where it belongs, in Ghost's ears. Maybe Ghost has finally snapped and gone insane. He's back in Las Almas, Soap is alive, those are the immediate facts.

"Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?"

Last time, Ghost didn't respond until he got away from the city. He just ignored Soap until he was reasonably certain he got away.

This time, Ghost reaches a shaking hand to the headset.

"Johnny?"

He doesn't know if things are predetermined. Maybe he'll only make it worse by responding and abandoning his initial plan.

All he can think about is that this time, he won't look Johnny in the eye and know he had to survive alone.

[babsworlds]

PROTECT YOU.

pairing. Tangerine x fem! reader

synopsis. Tangerine’s biggest task is to protect you.

warnings. nothing? I’m sorry i’m bad at giving warnings lol.

THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICED WHEN YOU WOKE UP was the relentless pounding in your head, like the echo of a distant storm. Your vision blurred, and the world around you seemed to spin, making it difficult to focus on anything. You felt disoriented, a strange fog clouding your mind. The last twenty-four hours were a mystery, a blank canvas with no clues to help you remember what had transpired.

As your eyes began to adjust to the dim light, you realized you were in an unfamiliar environment. You glanced around, trying to make sense of your surroundings. The seats were lined up in rows, with modest cushions and overhead storage compartments. It dawned on you that you were in the economy class of a train. How had you ended up here?

In front of you, two men caught your attention. One was dangerously handsome, with a cheesy mustache that seemed out of place on his otherwise striking face. The other man, who sat directly across from you, had a more rugged appearance. Both men looked at you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Where am I?" you asked, your voice shaky as you switched your gaze between the two men. The headache that plagued you made it hard to think clearly, and you could hardly process what was happening.

"Don't worry, you're safe now," the man next to you said reassuringly. "Your father sent us." His words hung in the air, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the mention of your father. It had been years since you last saw him. He had never shown any interest in your life, so why was he suddenly so concerned?

The man beside you continued, "I'm Tangerine. He's Lemon," he introduced themselves, his voice carrying a catchy British accent.

You stared at him, baffled by the unusual names. Was this some sort of joke? "Like the fruit?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the absurdity of the situation.

Lemon, as he was called, shot an annoyed look at Tangerine before addressing you. "You ever watched Thomas the Tank Engine?" he inquired, his tone serious.

"Here we go again," Tangerine muttered, clearly exasperated.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued and slightly amused. These men seemed like a pair of peculiar characters, and you couldn't help but wonder what kind of weirdos had kidnapped you. "Everything I learned about people, I learned from Thomas," Lemon explained, pulling a sheet of stickers from his pocket and holding them up for you to see.

"Look at Tangerine. He's Gordon," Lemon said, pointing to a blue train on the sticker sheet. You listened, even though you didn't understand a word. You didn't want to interrupt him. "Gordon is the strongest, the most important," Lemon continued, glancing at Tangerine, "but he doesn't always listen to others."

Lemon began to describe other characters as people, his passion for the subject evident. "Some people are diesels," he said, his lips curling in disgust, "Fuck em."

He turned his attention to you, studying you intently. "You, though," he paused, considering his words carefully, "You seem like a Percy," he concluded, selecting a sticker from the sheet. "Young and sweet." Lemon leaned across the table, gently placing the sticker on your forehead.

You chuckled sarcastically, "I think this would suit you better," you said, removing the sticker from your forehead and handing it to Tangerine.

You wanted to get up, hoping to go to the toilet and possibly find a way to get out of there. As you started to rise, Tangerine grabbed you by the wrist, his touch gentle yet firm. “Where do you think you are going, love?” he asked, his voice both casual and authoritative. Your heart pounded at the contact, and the nickname he used sent a shiver down your spine.

“To the toilet?” you replied with a smile, trying to sound casual. His raised eyebrows told you he wasn’t buying it. “I’m going with you,” he said firmly.

You laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood. “I think I can manage going to the toilet on my own.”

“I’m paid to look after you,” he reminded you, his expression serious. You rolled your eyes, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement.

Tangerine's grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go. “I don’t want your daddy to murder me so you’re coming with me,” he insisted.

You sighed, realizing there was no way you were getting out of this one. “Fine,” you said, trying to mask your irritation. “Let’s go then.”

With Tangerine still holding onto your wrist, you made your way through the train carriage. Lemon watched the two of you with a smirk, clearly amused by the situation. As you passed by other passengers, you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious, but Tangerine’s unwavering presence beside you provided a strange sense of comfort.

As you reached the small, cramped bathroom, Tangerine finally released his grip. “I’ll be right outside,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Don’t take too long.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom, finally having a moment to yourself. The both of the men were really weird. One of them had a weird obsession with a kids' show, and the other...

The other...

Was weirdly attractive.

As you leaned against the small sink, you tried to process the whirlwind of events. Tangerine and Lemon. Their names alone were enough to make you question your reality, but their eccentric personalities added another layer of intrigue. Lemon's fixation on Thomas the Tank Engine was oddly endearing, but it was Tangerine's presence that left you feeling unsettled in a different way.

His firm grip on your wrist, the way he called you "love,” and his unwavering determination to protect you—there was something undeniably magnetic about him. You could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Despite the confusion and the uncertainty, you couldn't ignore the pull you felt towards Tangerine. His attractiveness was more than just physical; it was the confidence and the air of mystery that surrounded him.

You took a deep breath, ready to open the door, but Tangerine’s voice stopped you. “Yeah, we got her,” you heard him say through the door. He was probably telephoning with someone. Your father.

“Why? She’s with me,” he said, sounding a bit furious. You leaned your ear to the door, trying to catch every word. “Nothing will happen if she’s with me,” he said. In different words— I’ll protect her.

And in very different words— I’ll kill everyone who touches her.

You slightly opened the door, seeing Tangerine turned around with his back to you. This was your chance to escape. You felt the adrenaline surge through your body, your heart pounding in your chest.

But did you really want to escape?

You hesitated, the thought of running away conflicting with the strange sense of safety you felt with Tangerine and Lemon. You decided to try slipping past him, hoping to make it out unnoticed.

Just as you were about to move, Tangerine’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist with that all-too-familiar touch. “Don’t even try, love,” he said firmly, his voice low and unwavering.

Your heart skipped a beat, the intensity of his grip and the sternness of his voice sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

“We need to get off at the next station,” Tangerine explained to you. Your confusion deepened. “Your father's buddies want to check on you.”

Panic began to rise within you. You knew all too well what your father did for a living, and your childhood hadn’t exactly been a fairy tale because of it. “No, no, what if they hurt—” you began, your voice shaking.

You were interrupted by Tangerine’s large palms gently cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “Hey, they won’t do anything to you since I’m with you,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours.

The warmth and sincerity in his gaze steadied you somewhat. Despite the chaos and fear swirling in your mind, Tangerine’s touch and reassuring words provided a small island of calm. You took a shaky breath, trying to focus on his presence and the promise he made.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he continued, his voice low and determined. “You have my word.”

As the train slowed down at the station, your panic began to rise. Tangerine led you off the train, his grip on your arm firm but reassuring. You followed slightly behind him, trying to steady your racing heart.

“So here she is in all her beauty,” Tangerine said as you exchanged glances with the men your father had sent. They stood out with their odd punk clothing and baseball bats slung over their shoulders. The sight of them only added to your anxiety.

“Hello, Y/n. Remember me?” one of the men asked, his voice dripping with familiarity. You honestly didn’t know who it was, and you were too scared to even choke out a word.

Tangerine noticed your discomfort and quickly stepped in. “See, she’s okay,” he said, his tone firm and protective. “Looks like we have ten seconds till the train is leaving,” he added, checking his watch.

Without warning, he scooped you up in a bridal style, making all the men's eyes widen in surprise. “Have a great day,” he announced, his voice unwavering as he held you securely. The unexpected gesture left you both flustered and oddly comforted.

As he carried you back towards the train, you couldn’t help but glance at the men your father had sent, their expressions a mix of shock and irritation. Despite the chaos and confusion, you felt a strange sense of safety in Tangerine’s arms.

The train’s departure signal sounded, and Tangerine quickly boarded with you still in his arms. He set you down gently once you were inside, giving you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, love. We’ve got this,” he said, his confidence unwavering. “I will always protect you.”

Despite knowing Tangerine for such a short time, you found yourself undeniably attracted to him. It wasn't just his striking looks and the confident way he carried himself; there was something deeper that drew you in.

You couldn't help but feel safe when you were with him. Despite the whirlwind of confusion and danger, Tangerine's strong presence and unwavering determination to protect you provided a sense of comfort you hadn't felt in a long time.

[lazysoulwriter]

late night drives. - chris sturniolo.

just fluffyyyyyyy with ma baby chris.

send requests if u want to! always open.

I DONT DO SMUTS!!!!!

It’s been a couple of months since you and Chris started your late-night drives, and every single one of them feels like a tiny adventure, one that keeps getting better with time. Ever since he got his driver’s license, it’s been the two of you, just cruising around, living in your little bubble.

The messages always come unexpectedly, like clockwork: “I’ll pick you up in 10.” No matter what time it is, no matter how tired you are, you always find yourself eagerly waiting for him to show up, ready to spend the night together. You love it more than anything.

When he pulls up outside your house, the door opens, and there’s that signature grin of his. He’s already got your iced tea—just the right amount of ice, a little lemon, and not too sweet. You smile, accepting the drink, your hand brushing his as you settle into the passenger seat.

“You know me too well,” you say, sipping the iced tea. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

Chris chuckles, his eyes sparkling as he glances over at you. “I’ve got my ways,” he teases, reaching over to turn up the volume on the stereo. “Besides, I know you better than anyone else. I mean, you practically live off this iced tea.”

You laugh, the sound light and carefree, and as he pulls away, you both fall into that perfect rhythm. There’s no rush, no agenda, just the simplicity of being together. You start singing along to whatever’s playing on the radio—out of tune, but it doesn’t matter. The music, the car, the soft hum of the engine—it’s all so familiar.

“Okay, but you’re way off key,” Chris says with a smirk, nudging you gently. “Maybe I should start a band, just me, and you—The Off-Key Duo.”

You roll your eyes dramatically, but the smile that pulls at your lips gives away that you’re not mad at all. “Well, someone has to keep you in check. You’re the one who can’t hold a tune.”

He bursts out laughing, glancing at you. “You’re lucky I love you” he says, eyes softening as he keeps his focus on the road. But there’s something in the way he says it—like he really means it.

The night passes like this—lighthearted, fun, but there’s a subtle depth to it too. At one point, you stop for food, laughing over random things that don’t really make sense, but to you both, they’re hilarious. You end up in a little diner, munching on fries, playfully arguing over which one of you can finish a milkshake faster.

But tonight? Tonight feels different.

The roads start to empty out, the lights of the city fading as you drive toward a quieter part of town. The air is cool, and you feel this soft, unexpected shift in the atmosphere. It’s around 4 AM now, and the first light of dawn is peeking over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

Chris pulls the car over to the side of the road without a word, turning off the engine. There’s a brief silence as the two of you sit there, the world outside suddenly feeling so peaceful, so still.

He turns to face you, his eyes a little more intense than usual, and your heart skips a beat. The moment feels heavier now, like the weight of everything between you two is hanging in the air.

“Chris, what’s—” you start to say, but he cuts you off gently.

“Listen,” he says softly, his voice uncharacteristically serious. He reaches over, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Your heart races, unsure of what’s coming next. You squeeze his hand, trying to ground yourself. “What do you mean?”

He looks down for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, and then looks back up at you with an expression so sincere, it makes your chest ache.

“I love you,” he says, his voice steady, but there's a vulnerability there, like he’s letting go of something important. “You’re the one. I know it’s only been a couple of months, but when I’m with you, it feels like it’s always been this way. You’re everything to me. No one else matters.”

You feel your breath catch in your throat, a lump forming in your chest. This moment, right here, feels like the most real thing in the world. You blink, trying to keep it together. “Chris,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “I love you too.”

He leans closer, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment, his breath warm against your skin. There’s no need for more words—everything that matters is already said. But there’s something about hearing him say it that makes your heart feel full in a way you didn’t know was possible.

He pulls back slightly, eyes shining with affection, and grins. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”

You laugh softly, the tension melting away, and the next thing you know, he’s kissing you gently, slowly, as if savoring the moment. It’s sweet, full of everything you’ve both been feeling. Every late-night drive, every song, every glance—it all comes together in this kiss.

You pull away, resting your head against the headrest with a content sigh. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever,” you admit, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Chris smiles, his thumb tracing your knuckles again as he glances at you, his voice low. “I think I’ve been waiting too.”

You smile back at him, your heart swelling with something you can’t quite explain. He’s not just saying it—he’s showing you every single day. He’s the one. And you’re the one for him too.

“Can we just date already?” you ask with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow.

Chris laughs softly, pulling you into another kiss. “You’re already mine,” he murmurs against your lips, the words sealing it in a way that feels more real than anything you’ve ever known.

And in that moment, you know—you’re both exactly where you’re meant to be. Together.

[cc-tens]

hi !! i saw the oc ask game ehe. how about 12 for wyren and yeong-ja? always intrigued to see the music people think fits their guys and i love them very much. (also. prommy i'm doodling oc stuff to show u but. taking a while. sorry 😔)

(Lol no rush dude, focus on feeling better first and foremost /gen)

12. Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

So I'm one of those people who thinks A LOT about playlists for OCs lol. I sadly haven't had a ton of time recently to do a deep dive into building playlists for these two, but I have a few songs thus far and will link their actual playlists later on when I feel like they're more substantially filled out. So here's just a few stand outs for now.

Wyren (stuff I really think both they'd listen to and also is applicable to their story)

- Want To Be Free by Sea Power

I like to think this song sort of encapsulates Wyren's poorly mental and emotional state with the sad tones, heavy melancholy and the repetition of the line "I want to be free." Post O66 Wyren especially experiences this desire to be free of the Jedi life, any sort of responsibility or burden on him to fight back, and even at times their desire to give up guardianship of Yeong-Ja in order to allow her to live a normal teen girl life with a real family (and so they can find a little space to curl up and die).

- Let Down by Radiohead

Let Down is in a ton of my OC's playlists, it's my current song on repeat. I think it also portrays Wyren's sense of helplessness and their constant discomfort and the life they've chosen to live and the regret they have for allowing themself to constantly be squashed down and made helpless.

- Hebrews 11:40 by The Mountain Goats

Post Order 66 vibes. I'd like to think this is around the time or after they reconnect with Dover and meet the resistance; and this is also when they find Triu again. I think this is a song in which Wyren decides to be brave again, to try and be a Jedi once more. They're afraid and they don't want to do it, but they will for these kids and their love to keep them safe.

- Fourth of July

Obligatory Sufjan Steven's song. This is specifically in here for the arc where Wyren thought Dover was killed.

Yeong-Ja (music thus far is just stuff that reminds me of her so it's sort of jumbled in terms of genre but makes sense to me)

- Abbey by Mitski

Obligatory Mitski song. I think this song I'm picking due to her constant battle with the darkside. Wyren noted midway through the war she feels so angry and strongly, and her desire to protect those she sees as her own has her sometimes lashing out and acting too extremely. After O66 too, she definitely goes through a period where the darkside calls to her to give her more power but she keeps trying to deny it even though it feels like denying a pit of the stomach deep hunger

- Not Strong Enough by Phoebe Bridgers

As is Yeong-Ja's fear. She won't ever be strong enough to protect her master, her friends or her clone brothers. Her greatest fear is not being able to prevent their leaving.

- Not by Big Thief

Idk lol

- Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain

Idk why I really wanted to add this to her playlist. I think the lines "that's how my daddy raised me, if they strike once you hit them twice as hard" is so her and Wyren especially post O66 getting their collective shit together. I think also "God loves you but not enough to save you....if it's meant to be then it will be" is her lines of accepting the Force isn't always going to be this all powerful thing on her side just because she's a good person. I think before a lot of her anger at the Force was feeling like it did nothing to help her despite her attempts to be a good person; but post O66 and after some healing she finally gets it. I also think the lines if it's meant to be it will be is her relinquishing her iron grip on needing to keep everyone alive and with her and understanding loss whether forever or temporary is inevitable and that's ok.

[ejtheoneandonly]

Giving them a memory in form of a toy

Feat. Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjirō Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno and Takashi Mitsuya

Synopsis. It is the time where you are both adults and have made your lives, you've been together for so many years you already know what each other want without asking, but little did they know, with this gift you were going to give them, will reassure them why you are together in the first place...

Takemichi Hanagaki

You saved enough money from your earnings as you decided to buy him something unforgettable. A motorcycle toy. It may not be the huge thing but it wasn't any motorcycle, it was a miniature model of his motorcycle when he was in the Tokyo Manji Gang.

Takemichi arrived from a work day, he was very tired and you greeted him as usual.

"How was your day?"

"Eh, nothing much, today was more exhausting than usual..." he said scratching his head.

"Well~" you said while getting closer to him "to give you a reward for your hard work of the day..." you said while giving him a miniature model (toy) of the motorcycle he used to ride back then.

Hanagaki's eyes lit up, he couldn't believe it, it ended up in him being emotional at the toy, so many memories flushed his mind. "Woah, thank you so much!!" This day inmediately became better for you and for him.

Manjirō Sano

He was driving on his motorcycle on a race, you were nearby, watching him go, you personally loved doing this. You were preparing the toy motorcycle you bought with all your effort for him, still, you were unsure if it was going to work, since he is surrounded by motorcycles all the time, you thought it wouldn't make sense but you decided to take the risk since you loved him so much.

When Mikey finished the race, he went to Draken to chat.

This was a now or never moment.

"Mikey!! Oi!!" You ran to him, the pressure was high, the results unknown but your affection to Manjirō was neverending.

"Yo, __" Mikey turned to you smiling

"I..." you were holding the toy in your hands

"Hm? What's that? A toy?" Mikey raised an eyebrow as he looked curious about the present

"Uh, yeah it is." You looked away

"Aren't you a little too old for toys?" He teased

"Hah. Funny. Coming from someone who still squeals like a little kid when eating dorayakis." You teased back

"That's not fair" Mikey pouted

"And this toy is not mine...it's yours." You decided to give the toy to him.

Mikey took it, while looking at it, he realized it was not any toy, it was a model of his old motorcycle back when he was once, the feared leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Muteki no Mikey.

"..." He stood silent

"Mikey is so astonished I see." Draken added

"Do you...think he likes it?" You asked him

"Oh he does, he sure does" Draken was happy and grateful with how much you took care of his beloved best friend

"___...how did you get this?" Mikey said while getting closer to you

"Wait, you li-" you were talking but he cut you off by hugging you and tossing you through the air

"I LOVE IT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN? :D" Mikey was beaming with happiness, while you heard his laugh, you then realized that everything was worth it in the end.

Ken Ryuguji

You and Draken were sitting, watching tv, it was one of those days in which you decided not to do anything, spending the time, it was nice.

"Ah...nothing interesting to watch." The one with the dragon tattoo broke the silence

"Today is boring, isn't it?" You said

"Fuck yes it is..." His bored eyes didn't seem to break from the screen

"Well, I have something that might cheer you up" You said while getting up to your room

Ken just remained silent but couldn't help but wonder, what were you going to do

"Close your eyes!" You said from the room

"Huh? For what?" Ken tilted his head

"Just do it!"

And, reluctantly, Draken closed his eyes

You walked slowly to him and dropped the little present on his lap "Okay, now open them!"

As Ken Ryuguji opened his eyes, he couldn't help but widen them a bit "!!!"

He checked the toy, it was exactly like his motorcycle on his good ol' gang days, he is loving the gift but his face says otherwise

"Wait, you don't like it?? I'll change i-" you tried to justify yourself but he stopped you

"Don't do that." He went to put the toy in a safe place "...I really like this present. I don't know how long it took for you to make it but..." he turned at you "thank you"

You both smiled at each other

That was when an interesting movie appeared at last in the tv "oh look! Let's watch that movie!"

You said rushing to the floor, Draken followed you through "yeah".

Keisuke Baji

"Oi, Baji!" You tried to get his atention

"What? Can't you see I'm busy?" He was indeed busy, he was trying to study for the finals, his dream of becoming a vet was nearby even he couldn't believe it! He couldn't waste anymore time.

"But it's important!" You said, while holding the gift behind your back

Keisuke sighed, he tried his best to not lose his patience and turned at you "Then speak. What is it?" His sharp gaze made you tremble for a bit

"Uh- this." You gave him the toy

"What's this for? What's the occasion? And why does this toy look like the motorcycle I used to drive before..?" Keisuke Baji asked while checking the toy, but trust me, on the inside, he was very happy

"No special occasion, just wanted to give it to you, to give you...motivation to continue workimg hard for your goals?" You said a little bashful

"...I see" he put the toy aside to continue studying "...thanks" he said lowering his voice

You knew him, you knew he liked the gift and you couldn't be more happier.

Chifuyu Matsuno

You arrived through the door "Oh my love~! Chifuyu~!"

"Oh! Hello ___!" Chifuyu as he noticed you, smiled at you ^///^

You rushed to hug him while Kazutora who was also there, watched in jealousy "Couldn't you two choose a better place for your love displays?"

"Oh shut it you just jealous!" Chifuyu stuck his tongue at him

"You-!" They were both about to fight but you decided to put the gift in Chifuyu's hands, dismissing the whole situation

"Chifuyu-kun, this is for you" you smiled at him

"Waaah! So cool!" He couldn't help but admire your gift, it was like his motorcycle from his Tokyo Manji days, he assured he would play with this toy forever if he could

You hugged and kissed his face "yes, it is all for you!"

You both laughed together, Chifuyu Matsuno couldn't thank you enough

Takashi Mitsuya

He was going to leave the country for some time due to his job and you thought you could give him a little part of your love so he always thought of you when away...

So you decided to wait for the right time, Takashi was walking towards the door, waving goodbye to you "My love, I promise to come back as soon as possible" he gave a gentle smile to you, that smile you always loved.

"Wait, Taka-chan!" You went to kiss him, but while that was happening, you gave him the gift in his hands, he separated from the kiss, curious about what was in his hands "what's this?"

"A gift for you! A reminder of my love! Something you can carry anywhere for you to think of me! ^w^" You said while cupping his face

"You love me that much, don't you?" He was taking a look at the motorcycle toy you have him, the model was exactly like the motorcycle he used to have on his gang days, he couldn't help but feel nostalgia, at the same time, he was thankful, so thankful he hugged you and remained that way for some minutes.

"Hey, you're going to miss the plane" you tried to tell him but Mitsuya only hugged tighter

"You are more important in this moment."

[angelsdean]

First Half of S1 Timeline

1x01 - obvs takes place from halloween - nov. 2nd, 2005.

1x02 - the transcript when sam jolts awake from his dream abt jess at the start of the ep states "It is 10 Nov 2005, he is riding shotgun next to DEAN". dean also states that they "dug around [Stanford] for a week" before hitting the road.

1x03 - nonsensically, the newspaper at the start of the ep shows that the girl who drowned in the opening died on August 5th, 2005.

Dean states this happened "last week." Chalking this up to a prop error because this date isn't even within the season's timeline. We could instead imagine it's December 5th, since the previous ep brought us to mid-November, but December is a little um, cold, for a morning swim in Wisconsin. Overall the ep doesn't make sense for the time of year it should be in canon. But following the previous ep we can infer it's anywhere from mid-Nov to early Dec.

1x04 - No date mentioned. Likely some time in December.

1x05 - The transcript of the obituary of the man killed in the opening reads: The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46. A short service will be held on Wednesday, [...] 31 at 2:00 p.m. at the Toledo [...] and cherish you [...] Your [...]

The screen shot of the newspaper shows a brief second where you can just make out the month as "October".

Seems like this is once again a prop error, as the PILOT takes place on Halloween. However, looking at 2005 calendars, October 31st, 2005 didn't take place on a Wednesday either. So that date is just plain wrong.

If we were to stick with the "31st" however and follow the timeline of the previous eps, this means it could be the end of December or end of January as those are the next months with a "31st." Personally I don't see them having a funeral on New Year's Eve but since we don't have any other definitive dates other than it's a month with a "31st" we can say it takes place either in Dec or Jan. Dean is possibly already 27 at this point.

1x06 - The email Sam gets from his friend is dated Dec 5th, 2005. However from the way both Dean and Sam talk abt the time that's passed it certainly seems like it's been more than just a month since Sam left Stanford. (And if we assume the previous ep took place in late Dec or January it could be as late as Feb now). His friend also says she's decided to take the semester off to focus on her brother's case, and that her parents are on their way home from Paris for the "trial." If they're already going to trial that suggests at least some time has passed since the actual murder. Their lawyers have also had enough time to "hire a video expert" to analyze the security tape.

So perhaps, while the email is dated early December, Sam doesn't actually get around to reading it til later. Especially since his friend Becky is surprised to see him and says she didn't think he would come. However, all this is also contradicted by the crime scene still looking fresh. So potentially we are still in December. Or we disregard the email date and are in February, which would align better with the following episodes.

1x07 - No specific date mentioned but Lori is a freshman and already living in the sorority house, so one can assume it's the spring semester by now. Dean also mentions "Hell Week" which could take place in the fall or early spring semester. It's too late in the timeline for it to be fall so Feb / March makes more sense.

1x08 - Late March.

SAM: When did the gas company man die?

DEAN: Uh, let's see, we got here Tuesday, so, Friday the twentieth.

SAM: March twentieth? (DEAN nods.) That's the spring equinox.

1x09 - No specific date mentioned but based on the previous and following eps it would take place between mid-March and early April.

1x10 - Sam states they've been looking for John for six months.

1x11 - the scarecrow ritual takes place on the second week of April.

once again thinking abt how wild the s1 timeline is. s1 spans a full year. by the finale it's november again. it does not follow the airdates like most seasons. by mid-season in episodes 10 - 11, SIX MONTH have passed. it's april. dean is not 26 dude for long. he quietly turned 27 at some point. i'd say probably somewhere between episodes 5 - 7. and he's only a few months shy of 28 actually by the end of s1. WILD.

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

YOU GUYS

What if the reason Aphmau truly believes that her name is Aphmau as opposed to Irene, is because her name truly is Aphmau.

What if Irene is the persona. A name she uses in the public eye to protect her family and keep her private life well.. private.

It would explain why she’s so adamant that her name is Aphmau. That she is Aphmau and not Irene. Because she is Aphmau.

And if you think about it, the only thing she had when she woke up in the woods was the clothes on her back and a name. Her name. Aphmau.