#like fuck it the day is going to start over might as well make out with my crush 🤷🏻‍♀️

[ovaryacted]

i wish you would write a fic where clint kidnaps you and takes you on a crime filled cross country roadtrip where you slowly start to fall in love with him and become his lover in crime 🙂‍↕️

LEVERAGE

─ Clint! x fem! reader || WC: 1.8k

CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. SMUTTY. Age gap implied [Clint is canon age, reader is 25+]. Mentions of kidnapping. Violence. Murder. Hitman! Clint. Clint is not a bad guy. He just does bad shit. Scammer boyfriend (booo). Murder Daddy to the max. Sexual tension. Flirting. Pet-names. Praise Kink. Lewd thoughts/fantasizing. Masturbation (from reader). Light handjob. Some tummy love cause I fucking said so. Possible Stockholm Syndrome? Not strict to canon.

You sneaky little bitch (I say this with love). Now you know damn well I'm already writing something official for Clint, but because I love you prima, I'm gonna entertain you for a bit cause I couldn't resist this ask. I wrote this in one day hella sleep deprived, you better fawking like it. (I know you will 🤫) Fyi, this is very different to what I usually write, but I still hope it's enjoyable for some because I had fun doing this. Proofread by moi. <3

You didn’t know how you got yourself in this situation. Well you did, but you were still trying to put the pieces together, to find what would click in this narrative of fuckery you found yourself in.

You had a feeling your boyfriend wasn’t the world class act he tried to be for you. Surely, it had to be a facade with the way he managed to take you out on nice dates and pay for extravagant gifts you felt guilty about having to begin with. He was charming, treated you with a kindness and consideration that was fairly unheard of with your prior partners. It was working too well, and in this fairytale you lived, the nagging voice of guilt harshly tugged on your intuition the longer you thought of the what ifs. What if this wasn’t what it seemed?

It was all a matter of time until your impenetrable bubble of safety finally popped.

On your way home after a night out with some friends, the heavy weight of a palm forced its way over your mouth as you were dragged into a dark alley. You tried screaming, licking and biting at the assailant’s hand to break free from their grasp, but it was no use. The click of a gun pressed to your temple sent your blood running cold, standing fearfully ridgid with tear-filled eyes, praying to whatever higher power was listening to ensure you’d make it back home.

“If you quit your squirming and listen to me, this will go by a lot faster, darling.” The stranger behind you rasped in your ear, his voice raspy and deep, pulling at chords deep inside you. “Now, you be a good girl and tell me where your fucking boyfriend is.”

The best thing for you to do was cooperate right? At the time, you thought it was. Your assailant gave you some of the details with your sight obscured thanks to the thick bag over your head; the gag over your mouth and your wrists tied to your back didn’t help either; keeping you in place in the backseat of this man’s car. Had you known that your boyfriend was in some bad business with a couple of people, you probably would’ve rethought ever agreeing to meet him at a bar for drinks on your first date. A debt went unpaid for too long and pissed off the wrong crowd, and now they were back to get their payment.

The car came to a sudden stop, halting at what you assumed was your boyfriend’s home. Breath hitching in your throat, you heard another click, and then a sigh.

“Stay right here, and don’t move. I’ll think about letting you go when I come back.”

A car door opened and closed, an eerie silence filled the space around you, fine tuning your ears to make out anything you might pick up. You don’t know how long you were sitting in the backseat for, bag over your head and worst case scenarios ruminating through your mind. A jolt coursed through you when the car shifted with movement, a presence felt right next to you instead of further up in the driver’s seat.

The bag was lifted abruptly, seeing your kidnapper face to face. You were met with chocolate brown eyes and slicked back hair, curling at the nape of his neck. Studying his face, you noticed the scar he had that started from his cheek and crossed over to the bridge of his aquiline nose. The splatter of blood tainting his stubbled cheek and neck also weren’t missed by your sight, spending longer than necessary watching his hands, bloody fingers tightly wrapped around the base of his gun.

“Now this can go one of two ways,” the man started, keeping his piercing gaze on your perceiving one. “Either, I kill you right now, and you can join your little boytoy. Or, I take you with me, and you can keep me entertained while I do my work. What’s it gonna be, darling?”

You figured you really didn’t have any other choice but to go with him, accepting your doomed fate with a spiked pulse and unsteady breath. The toothy grin the man gave you stirred something deep within you, a disturbed shiver rolling down your back at the implications of what he had in store for you.

He goes by the name Clint, so you’ve come to learn, and despite his menacing appearance, he was anything but aggressive towards you. He refrained from ever laying a hand on you, keeping you in close proximity to him as he handled whatever jobs he had to take care of. He was considerate enough to keep you fed, to offer you a bed and a shower in the motels he rents for nights where he plans on doing stakeouts.

Clint wouldn’t spare you a glance the first time you two shared a room together, gripping your wrists harshly when you tried to slap him once he undid your restraints. You failed miserably in your attempt to hurt him, and the promised threat he barked back at you with his knife by your neck was enough to shut you up then and there. There was always the looming threat of what you knew he had the capacity of doing, and you didn’t know where to draw the line between suspicion and inquiry.

Clint never spoke about what he did to your boyfriend—ex boyfriend now, but you knew enough to fill in the gaps. From the way he proficiently cleans his pistol as you curiously watch him from afar, he knows how to use his hands. Whether that be with his weapon of choice or washing the leftover crimson from his flannel shirts, you could tell he was rather…dexterous.

The days on your journey with Clint had started to blur together, and with it, the anxiety of your impending death ebbed away. He had spared you early on, deciding it would be easier to keep you around, a sight for sore eyes, his primarily despite never admitting to it outloud. Whenever he went to complete a job, he’d leave you back at the motel he rented for the night, securing the place so you wouldn’t be able to escape his grasp. At times, he’d still find it a surprise when you would be right where he left you, either taking a nap on one of the cheap beds, or trying to find something to do in the small space.

Along the way, you stopped fighting him, the initial panic that festered inside you evolved into something else. A gnawing urge; a hunger. It started with the faint looks, the ones you would steal when Clint was occupied doing something else. Checking a map, counting bills, putting bullets in the magazine of his gun. He made you nervous, in a way that took over your mind when you were left alone, restless nights spent dreaming about your captor who slept on the other side of the room.

The memories of your previous lover were steadily replaced with fantasies of a stranger, all menacing and rugged around the edges, a mysterious allure that drew in your attention every time your eyes met his. The conversations between you began to flow easier, he was teaching you how to take his gun apart and put it back together again, praising you after you finally got it right.

“That’s it, baby. I bet you can do that again for me, right?”

It came to a point where you intentionally looked for his recognition, his husky compliments rushing through your head, and slithering down between your thighs. Your hands did the same when Clint was gone for the day, slipping to the center of you and rubbing the slick pearl that’s been tense and pulsing for too damn long. In the haze of your consciousness, you wondered what it would feel like if it was his calloused hands on you, his tongue tasting you, the length of him carving room for himself in your cunt as he claimed you the way you wanted.

You couldn’t take the strain anymore.

Clint had just come back from another job well done, his duffle full of wads of cash and his knuckles bruised. He offers you a grin and a sly wink, handing you the bag and mumbles that he’s taking a shower. You let him go with a hum, having half a mind to join him, but you knew better than to make the first move now.

He didn’t spend too long washing off the grime from his long day of work, popping out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. A trail of steam followed him as he stepped out, water dripping down his broad chest and his hair slicked all the way back. You didn’t realize you were blatantly staring at him until Clint turned to face you, the scar on his face stretching with his grin.

“Something caught your eye, bunny?” he was cocky when he called you by your pet name, and you were equally as predatory when your lips tugged upwards with a nod.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you flap your lashes as he saunters towards you, the hint of a mischievous glare reflected in his brown irises. His fingers come to pinch your chin, his thumb encroaching on your bottom lip, staring down at you with a newfound lust. You leaned forward, testing your limits and lightly kissing a spot under his belly button, nuzzling the hair that lined his lower belly. You could feel the rumble of his groan vibrating through him, leaving more kisses over his wet skin.

A sneaky hand moved up his thigh, squeezing tentatively at the thick muscle you felt twitching under your touch. Glancing up at him, you carefully reached for the towel wrapped around him, tugging it out of your way and revealing himself to you. His cock, thick and heavy, bobbed in front of you, your mouth watering at the sight, craving the heavy weight of him on your tongue.

His palm moved to cradle the back of your head, a gentle tug of your hair brought your attention back to his face. Your glassy sight landed on his dark ones, black engulfing brown until there was nothing left but the void of his carnal appetite.

“How about you show me some of that appreciation you’re long overdue for, hm?”

Your eyes gleamed at his suggestion, his length twitching the minute you grabbed a hold of him, jerking him with a flick of your wrist in gentle motions and placing a kiss on his tip with a playful smile.

It may have been the end of your old life the minute Clint snatched you up, but you think your new way of living has much more to offer.

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[mywritersmind]

ONE YEAR PRIOR - LN4

summary : a lovely request and kinda another part/a year prior to WE’RE LIVE!! some bits and bobs of how lando and y/n came to be.

listen up : friends to lovers! drinking! swearing! MUAHH

words : 2753

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bahrain.

Of fucking course.

It’s my first day, my very first grand prix, ten minutes until my first interview, and I'm fucking lost! Jesus, Why is this paddock so huge!?

Oh my god. Oh my god. I start freaking out more and more as the minutes tick down. I tried calling my boss but she declined it! All I can think about is how embarrassing of a first day this is.

I’m pacing the hallway I found and don’t even realize that someone is staring at me until I look up. I’m met with a head of curls and a british accent. “Are you alright?” Holy fuck.

Lando Norris is standing at the end of the hallway, his face suit unzipped and water in hand. His face looks worried which makes me stand up straighter and remember that he’s looking for an answer.

“Yup!” Is all I can say. What the hell is wrong with me?

He clearly doesn’t believe me because he walks closer, “Are you sure? You’re in the McLaren hospitality and i’m guessing-” he looks down at my paddock pass that says MEDIA on it, then up to me, “That you’re not supposed to be.”

“Okay i’m so lost.” I cringe and fiddle with my necklace.

“Good to know you’re not here to spy.” He laughs a bit and nods to the door, “Where you headed, I can help.”

I thank him just about a million times by the time we get to where i’m supposed to be, five minutes early. “I really appreciate it, it’s my first day and all the nerves got the better of me I guess…”

He listens to everything I yap about with a smile on his face. “First day? That’s big.” I thank him again once I see Carlos Sainz walking in, my subject for this evening. Just when i’m about to walk away, he stops me, “You know, you could thank me by going out with me tonight.”

I’m so shocked that it’s hard to hide my wide eyes, “Um…”

“Y/n!” my boss calls me, when I look over at her, Carlos Sainz is smiling at me.

“I gotta-” So I got to my interview on time, but definitely didn’t stop myself from getting embarrassed.

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saudi arabia

My first Grand Prix might have been saved by a curly headed brunette, but my second is all me. I’m feeling much more comfortable in the environment and have made many friends!

I thank my younger self everyday for working so hard because this is the best job ever.

“Y/n!” I know the voice all too well now. My boss walks up to me in red bottoms and a smile, “Schedule change! You’re with Norris in five.”

So the man may have tried to talk to me multiple times in passing, but I was honestly so shook at his date offer that I convinced myself it was a joke.

And ignoring anything I'm not sure about is definitely in my playbook.

The interview goes fine, he’s polite and maybe a little teasing, but it’s the way he looks at me that throws me. I’m honestly too scared to even look at the footage because fuck his eyes are insane.

The second the interview is finished and the camera is flipped off, he steps closer to me, “What are you doing tonight?”

I raise a brow, “Going to dinner with some friends.”

“I still want to take you out.” God he’s cute.

“You don’t even know me.” I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s what dates are for. And I know enough. I followed your instagram.” I roll my eyes at the piece of information I'd forgotten. “Come on.”

“Do you always get everything you want?” I cross my arms.

“That depends if you say yes or not.”

I hum and pat his shoulder, “Well this is a perfect opportunity to have a new experience!”

He looks at my hand as if it betrayed him, “You’re saying no?”

“I’m saying all I know about you is gossip magazines and your previous seasons on track. Plus I'm not dating a driver.”

“You wouldn’t be dating a driver, you’d be dating a nice man who likes photography and his company and who thinks you're completely gorgeous.”

Maybe I blushed a bit, “I- I still don’t know you well enough.”

He sticks out his hand, “I’m Lando Norris. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

I sigh and shake it, “Y/n.”

“You got a last name?”

“Are you really pretending like you don’t know it?” He smirks and shrugs, “Y/n L/n.”

“I would like you to know that you’re right, I like to get what I want because i’m extremely determined and very competitive.” I laugh at this.

“Who are you competing with?”

“I guarantee that if I don’t take you out, someone else will.”

I shake my head and close my bag, “I don’t date drivers.”

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australia

One of my favorite people to interview might surprise some but he makes me laugh in a dry sort of humor that I understand. Oscar Piastri smiles at me as he crosses the busy paddock, sighing a hat and snapping a selfie with a fan.

While one McLaren boy is trying to date me, the other is befriending me. “How’s your day goin?” He starts walking with me and signing things until we get into a closed off area.

“It’s hot and I'm tired, but otherwise good!” I’ve been here for about a week and am sporting a nice tan around the paddock.

“Are you free tonight? No matter how today goes I need a drink.”

I laugh, “You asking me out too, Piastri?”

He smiles and shakes his head, “Some people are coming back to my house, you can leave with Lily if you want!”

And that is how I ended up at Oscar Piastris family home with half of his family, friends, and of course, Lando Norris.

I start downing my drink faster when I see Lando approach me. Not because I want to be inebriated while talking to him, but because I might need to be. He looks good. Like jaw dropping tear jerkingly attractive.

I know he’s hot, I'm not stupid. The media is all over him about it and multiple of my friends have asked if I've met him and Carlos. Yet still, he’s different when he’s not in front of cameras.

“Heard you made Max cry, nice.” He’s in jeans and some band tee, looking quite relaxed with a beer in his hand.

“I did not!” Sort of wish I did though, “Nice racing today, i’m surprised you’re not celebrating with Carlos.”

He shrugs, “Gotta support Osc.” I smile at the nickname, “Plus I love his family. Have you met Lily?”

I nod eagerly, “She’s so sweet! We drove together here.”

“Shame I didn’t know you were coming, could have given you a ride.” I look away from him with a smile on my face. Oscar's backyard is huge. I often forget that all of these men grew up with money and then just made more of it.

There’s a pool, jacuzzi, and two little dogs running around on the grass. Oscar calls both of our names, “Tacos are ready!”

I sit with Lily in the kitchen until we’re both done eating. The sun is set now and I'm completely wiped. While she goes to find Oscar, I wander back outside and find Lando on the grass with the dogs around him.

He’s flat on his back with the little white one licking his face. I sit down silently across from him as the other climbs into my lap and when I laugh, Lando practically gets whiplash.

“Y/n.” He wipes his face as the dog continues trying to bite his arm. “Are you willingly sitting with me?”

“I will get up.”

He shuts his mouth.

We talked for two hours that night and didn’t realize until Oscar came and told us to get out.

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japan

I find myself around Lando a suspicious amount. One could say it’s because we work in the same environment! I would say that it’s because he takes every free moment to find me.

I think we’ve come to an understanding of true friends. He’s honestly hilarious and isn’t harassing me by asking me out. Though he still finds ways to sneak in the fact that he fancies me, It doesn’t bother me and I feel like he’s doing it for laughs now.

We walk together while Lando goes on and on about random shit, probably on track drama that I'm too tired to listen to. All the traveling is starting to catch up to me.

“No.” Is the one thing that I understand from Lando at this moment. That and the fact that he’s dragging me backwards, “Fuck.”

“What!?” I squeal as I turn to walk the same way as him, his hand still on my arm as he looks forward.

“My ex.” Is all he has to say to make me follow him.

“Give me the dirt now!” I laugh and practically run after him.

“Shut up.” His face is red.

“Oh my god you’re actually blushing!” he eyes me, “What’d she do to you?”

He shakes his head and turns into the McLaren garage, pulling me with, “Why is she here!?”

I laugh as he tugs me up the stairs and into his driver room, “Or what did you do to her?” I stay in the doorway as he paces.

“No fuck!” He groans and does not answer my question.

“She cheated?” He shakes his head, “You cheated?” he looks offended. “Christ what is it that’s got you so shaken up-”

He stops finally, turning towards me and ends up far too close, “She broke my heart.”

Oh.

He sighs and leans against the door frame, his forearm braced against the top as he zones out. “Hey.” I put my hand on his other arm, “Fuck her then.”

He looks at me curiously, then at my hand on him, I don’t move it. “Right…”

“I’m serious. All ex’s suck and they show up at the worst moments but one thing will always fix it.” He raises a brow, “Doughnuts.”

A smile creeps onto his face, “I think I love you.”

I push him away but he keeps his hand on the doorframe, smiling wide now. “Everyone does.”

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china

I’m out with Lando, Oscar, Carlos, Max, Alex, and their girlfriends, and am crying laughing from how drunk Max is.

Maybe I'm a little drunk myself, just enough where I'm leaning into Lando’s side. He’s a few drinks in but only tipsy, I'm pretty sure he’s looking over our group tonight.

I danced with both Lily’s for so long that I had to take off my heels and the second the clock struck 1am, I was done.

I end up back at the hotel with Lando, my heels in his hand as we walk to the elevator. “I’m really happy.” I say, smiling wide as Lando presses the up button.

He raises his brows, smiling down at me, “Yeah? You look it.”

“I’m also fucking cold.” Without another word, Lando strips his jacket off and puts it around my shoulders. I’m wearing a tight black dress which I know is the reason why Lando’s been hanging around me all night, but I feel much better with his jacket on me.

We get into the elevator, it’s huge and cold against my feet, with mirrored walls that I immediately check my hair in.

Once the doors close, Lando tugs my hair from behind. I eye him in the mirror, “Prick.”

He just smiles.

I’ve become accustomed to his smile. It only makes my heart beat really fast sometimes.

This is one of those times.

I stand next to him and follow his eyes, they’re watching the floor numbers go up. I smile softly to myself, realizing why i’m so happy right now.

I look up at his side profile, his jaw straight and a curl falling into his face. He’s so unexpected and someone I know so well at the same time. I don’t usually become so close with someone so fast, yet here we are.

Four months ago I would never let him walk me back to my room after any alcohol was consumed, and now he’s holding my heels and I'm wearing his jacket.

“Hey Lan?” I blink, my heart beating faster at the closer my floor gets.

He looks at me, his eyes so soft and maybe a little distracted, “Yeah?” I don’t know how I mustered up the courage to kiss him. I just did it.

I grabbed his face and pulled him down to me and the next thing I knew, the doors were opening and I was bolting out.

I only looked back once. All I saw was the doors closing in front of Lando, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped.

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miami

He hasn’t texted me. I haven’t texted him. We haven’t talked. I haven’t interviewed him or even seen him in the paddock.

I think i’ve utterly and fully fucked myself.

I kissed him because I couldn’t think of another way to explain how I felt, but now I'm regretting it because I've lost my new friend.

Tomorrow is media day and as hard as I've tried to get an early sleep, I’m still awake at midnight. I’m suddenly even more awake when a knocking comes from my door.

I pull on a hoodie since I wasn’t wearing any top, and tiptoe to the door. The second I look through the peephole, my heart rate goes up.

I swing the door open in confusion and worry. Lando Norris has his hands braced against the door frame, one on each side, and a droopy look on his face. “Y/n!” He brightens when he sees me.

“The fuck are you doing, Norris?”

“Whad am I doin? What are you doin!?” He groans and I realize he’s drunk, “You’re so confuse me!”

He pushes past me and stomps around my room like a child, “I thought we were friends but you hate me!”

I shut the door behind me, “I- I don’t hate you…”

“You do. You fuck with my head.” He whines then points to his chest, “And my heart.”

“Lan…”

“Don’t ‘Lan’ me, fuck! I love your voice.” I have never been more confused, “I like you!”

I cross my arms, “Why are you drunk Lando?”

“You! You did this. You fucker.” He mumbles the last part which I raise a brow at. What the hell? “Stop distracting me!” He’s still slurring his words but is now focusing on my face, “I like you! A wholeeeee lot and you play and play and kiss me! You kissed me.”

I tighten my arms around myself, “I’m sorry..?”

“Fuck don’t apologize!” He walks closer, “You’re just so- lalalala to everyone and I want you to be like tadaaaa with just me. But you hate me.”

“Lan I don’t have you! Why would you think that?”

“Because you kissed me and left! You regret it.”

“No!” I say quick, “Lan I don’t.”

“So then why won’t you say yes to me? I wanted to be right and gentle man like but you had to go and fucking kiss me and make me boom!” I can’t help but laugh at his sound effects.

“Lando…” I walk closer, taking his hand and walking him to my bed. He sits with a huff. “I didn’t mean to leave so fast. I was just scared.”

“You were scared? I thought I might die on that elevator.” He holds my hand tight in his, examining it. “You’re so pretty.”

I smile, “Ask me again, Lando.”

He frowns, “Huh?”

“Ask me out again.”

“Oh! Is this a trick?” He whispers. I shake my head, “Will you go out with me?”

“I would love to.”

He sits up and leans in closer, “I thought you don’t date drivers…”

I kiss his cheek softly, “I’ll make an exception.”

He smiles at the kiss and leans his head against my shoulder, “I’ll kiss you on Tv some time… when it’s live.”

I laugh out loud, “God, Lando, please don’t. You’ll get me fired!”

“I’ll get you views.”

I shake my head and run my hand through his hair, “For the record, I think you’re really beautiful too.”

[uceyliyahh]

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

summary: Miyori and Jey were in a relationship for three years until she saw him laid up with another girl that wasn’t her and it broke her heart so she decided block him on everything and focus on her career until she gets a text message from him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3339

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Miyori

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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FLASHBACK - MIYORI 2022 After a long day at work, I was heading home, yearning for some tender care from my partner. Our relationship has faced challenges, especially with him being away so often. I only get to see him a few times each week when he’s off, and I just crave that nurturing connection when he finally returns.

As I pulled into the driveway, an uneasy feeling washed over me, something I couldn't quite identify. I noticed that his Hellcat was missing, which led me to think he might have gone to hang out with Trin and Jon while I was at work.

As I removed the keys from the ignition, I reached for my purse on the passenger seat. Stepping out of the car, I made my way to the front door. Once I unlocked it and stepped inside, I was greeted by the delightful aroma of coconut wafting through the entire house.

I sent Jey a message letting him know I was back home and looking forward to him returning so I could enjoy some of his comforting care. After that, I headed to the kitchen to grab a drink, and when I heard my phone ding, a smile spread across my face, realizing he had texted me.

However, my smile quickly disappeared as I read the message and viewed the attachment that was sent my way.

Joshua🖤 sent a message & attachment

Joshua🖤: sorry he's busy at the moment

 I felt my heart drop when I saw him with another woman. It was as if my heart shattered into countless pieces, and I even dropped my phone in the moment. I was overwhelmed with shock and disbelief, wondering how he could betray me like this after three years together. How could he do this?

I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, my vision becoming hazy as I struggled to grab my phone. I wanted to call him, but deep down, I knew it would be pointless since he was with her.

I cut off all communication with him and reached out to Jasmine to share everything that had just occurred. She was really upset about it.

IMessage 💬: Jazzy💜: GIRL WHAT? Mimi💓: yeah...I need to go out tonight and forget about all of this please... Jazzy💜: girl yes tf fuck that nigga he doesn't deserve you at all after three years together he could've just told you he was tired of you Mimi💓: that's what I'm saying like honestly though Jazzy💜: be ready by eight okay? I'll come get you make sure you have some stuff packed up as well I'm not allowing you to stay with a man that just cheated on you Mimi💓: okay I'll see you then bestie Jazzy💜: kk girl I gotchu no matter what Mimi💓: 🥹

I started gathering my belongings, carefully ensuring that everything was packed and prepared for when Jasmine arrived to pick me up. It felt like the right moment to leave all of this behind and embrace a new chapter without looking back.

 I truly hope our paths don’t cross again.

FLASHBACK OVER

OMNISCIENT It's been four years since that incident, and Miyori has been flourishing in her life. Although she struggled to acknowledge her feelings for Jey, she knew she had to move forward. Eventually, she found someone she believed truly cared for her. Miyori and Aaron have been together for about a year or two now. They first crossed paths at a club, where Jasmine had taken her to help her cope after her heartbreak. Alone at the bar, drowning her sorrows, she was approached by Aaron, who changed everything for her.

What drew her attention was his stunning face and captivating eyes; they were so mesmerizing that she couldn't help but think that perhaps God had taken extra care in creating this man beside her. As they conversed, an instant connection blossomed between them that night, all while her best friend cheered her on. The buzz in the media was electric, highlighting the sighting of the two of them together at the club.

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Miyori was unfazed by the criticism coming her way, understanding that those fans were unaware of the full context of her relationship with Jey. She felt no need to take to social media to clarify things for them, as she believed it was not their place to know.

It seemed that even he was unaware of what had transpired between them, as he likely would have just fabricated a story that they would have believed. She cared for his people on a deeper level, but witnessing this situation might have stirred some complicated feelings within them regarding her.

She received messages from his brother and sister-in-law, reaching out to understand the situation, as it appeared they were completely in the dark. It felt only fair to share the truth with them about what had really transpired.

Trin💚 sent a message

Trin💚: Mimi what they talkin about on the ShadeRoom? Is you and Josh not together?

Big Jim🫡 sent a message

Big Jim🫡: Mimi what's goin on dawg?

It's been four years since she parted ways with him, and now they seek an explanation upon seeing her with someone new, not Jey. Understanding that Miyori was not one to hold grudges, she chose to share the story of her relationship with Jey and the reasons behind her decision to end it.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: I know it's been about four years since it happened but yeah we aren't together anymore due to him cheating on me Trin💚: what? He cheated on you with who? Mimi💓: ask him that's your brother in law Trinity but that's all in the past now I'm with someone new I hope whoever he was with are happy since he wasn't with me

She sent Jon the same message she had shared with Trinity, then set her phone down on her desk. With a deep sigh, she rubbed her temple, feeling overwhelmed by how quickly things had spiraled out of control.

Aaron had a kind heart, but he also had a tendency to manipulate her during tough times. Their relationship faced significant challenges, largely due to his actions. She often felt unfortunate, believing she could have taken her time before dating again. However, Aaron's persuasive nature and heartfelt pleas made it difficult for her to resist being with him.

 Now, she genuinely feels remorse for her decision.

He was incredibly protective of her, glaring at any guy who came near, which often made them flee and left her feeling isolated with him. It was as if she were being suffocated, unable to enjoy her own freedom or pursue her interests.

 Why do I always end up with the troublemakers? she pondered as she sifted through the paperwork of those scheduled to meet her today. Just then, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, signaling that someone was about to enter.

As she glanced up, her eyes met her boyfriend Aaron's, who entered the room holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers. A warm smile spread across her face, recognizing this sweet gesture as his heartfelt apology.

"Hey, Baby these are for you." Aaron said as he gave her the bouquet of roses.

Miyori inhaled their fragrance as she rose from her chair, gently setting the flowers on her desk. She then embraced him, her arms around his neck, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she began to speak.

"Thank you, for the flowers pumpkin I love them, I don't know if this is your way of saying sorry but I forgive you." She said.

Aaron gently placed his hand on her lower back, giving it a soft squeeze as she nestled her face against his chest, seeking comfort in his embrace.

"Don't be acting all shy now baby," he kissed her on her forehead before gazing down at her.

"Have you seen what The Shade Room posted about us? It's wild how the media can create such a frenzy, right?" Aaron nodded, fully aware of how the media loves to dig into people's lives. "True, but honestly, I don't let it bother me. They aren't part of your life, so it really doesn't matter."

He was correct; it really shouldn't concern her what they share online, as that's simply the nature of the media, often consumed by gossip. Miyori found herself comfortably seated on her boyfriend's lap, feeling his gentle touch on her thigh as she chatted away about her job and various happenings in her life.

He was focused on her words, fully engaged in the moment, until he felt his phone vibrate. The sound drew her attention as well, and she noticed the caller ID displaying the name "Normani 💗." It seemed a little suspicious, but she brushed it off, getting up from his lap and making her way to her desk.

She feigned interest in the files, stealing glances at him each time his expression shifted while he spoke on the phone with that woman, "Normani 💗." A wave of anxiety washed over her, as she felt the familiar sensation of being trapped in a cycle reminiscent of what she had experienced with Jey.

She chose to message Jasmine in an effort to take her mind off things.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: Jasmine girl Jazzy💜: what's up? Did something happen? Mimi💓: I'm having that funny feeling again Jazzy💜: again? With Aaron? Mimi💓: yeah we were talking and his phone rang catching a name on it Normani Jazzy💜: GIRL TF? Un-un I can't have you go through this again you need to question him Mimi💓: Jasmine me and him are already bumping heads atm I don't think I wanna add on to some bumps Jazzy💜: see that's your problem you don't wanna be aggressive like me and get straight to the point you're so soft spoken and let niggas run over you and if I'm being honest you were way better with Jey than Aaron despite what Jey did to you Mimi💓: It's been four years Jazzy I'm over Joshua Jazzy💜: I understand but look Aaron don't even let you hang out with your male friends or ya people he's so controlling and I don't like that for you Mimi💓: yeah, you can say that Jazzy💜: you need to speak up fr Mimi just text me whenever you come home so we can talk about it Mimi💓: aight then

She finished texting Jasmine just as Aaron hung up, feeling uncertain about whether to follow Jasmine's suggestion to be more assertive. She worried that it might only lead to more tension between them.

But she needed some answers.

"Who's Normani?" She spoke out as he looked up at her.

"Just a friend at work that's all baby," Aaron said.

"Is she really just a friend pumpkin?" She could hear him let out a deep sigh, fully aware of how this conversation would unfold, even though all Miyori sought were some answers.

"Can we not go through this? Like I already told you that she's just a friend what more do you want?"

Miyori threw her hands up, "I'm just saying I don't need to be looking dumb again for the second time in a row so just had to be sure," she was having flashbacks of what happened four years ago.

Aaron rose from the couch, adjusting his clothes as he did. "You know you're not, and that's final. I have to get back to work now, but I'll catch up with you later, alright?" She nodded, her gaze following him as he walked to the door. Once it clicked shut behind him, Miyori released a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the moment.

Will I ever be able to be treated right? Am I doing something wrong or is there something wrong with me?

☞ Miyori arrived home after a tiring day at work, parking her car in her best friend's driveway, where she was currently staying. As she removed her keys from the ignition, she picked up her purse from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. Closing the door behind her, she walked toward the front door, unlocking it with her keys. Upon entering, she noticed a pair of Jordan Dunks on the shoe rack, and a sigh escaped her lips as she realized that Jasmine had company over.

She could hear her best friend's moans echoing from downstairs, leaving her shaking her head in disbelief. The uncertainty lingered in her mind about what Aaron had mentioned regarding the girl he was seeing. Perhaps it was time to prioritize herself this year, she mused as she prepared something to eat.

She remained downstairs, switching on the TV and navigating to Hulu to catch an episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta, hoping to drown out the sounds of her best friend in the bedroom. As she settled in, engrossed in the show, her phone chimed. Expecting a message from Aaron, she was surprised to find it was actually Normani reaching out to her.

As she went through the message, her heart raced uncontrollably, a wave of panic washing over her. How could this be happening once more?

unknown number sent a message & attachment

unknown number: hey sweetheart I just wanted to come and tell you that your man is my man, he's been cheating on you for about a year I'm sorry 🫶🏽

 It seemed as though her entire world was falling apart once more, and perhaps this was a sign from a higher power that she needed to focus on healing before her true love could enter her life. Overwhelmed with emotion, Miyori decided to block both his number and Aaron's, feeling as if she might burst at any moment.

Why does this keep happening to me? What did I do to deserve something like this? Am I not good enough.

She felt the tears welling up, ready to spill over, but she fought to keep them at bay. She refused to cry for someone who didn’t appreciate her. Instead, she chose to share something on her story, knowing that the Shaderoom would likely notice it. But at that moment, she felt indifferent; she was exhausted and ready to move on.

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Miyori set her phone to Do Not Disturb, immersing herself in her show. She realized she didn’t have the energy to deal with the negativity and hurtful labels people were throwing at her online, like calling her a gold digger or worse. It was important for her to concentrate on her own well-being and trust that the right person would come into her life when the time was right.

She believed he was a good person, but sometimes relationships hit rough patches, and it can be painful when others don't appreciate you as you hoped they would. She felt hesitant to share her feelings with her best friend Miyori, not wanting to add to her worries, so she chose to keep her struggles to herself for the time being.

As she sat on the couch engrossed in her show, the sudden sound of banging at the door jolted her attention. It was unmistakably Aaron, pounding on the door with an intensity that felt almost frantic. Rising from her seat, she opened the door to find him seething with anger, even though she was the one who had every reason to be upset.

She remained in place, arms crossed, as she listened to her best friend descending the stairs, observing the unfolding situation between the two of them.

"You single now? That's what we doing Mimi?" Aaron questioned her.

"Nigga I don't know why you're mad when you're the one who cheated on me with Normani just admit." She said showing him the messages and the attachments that Normani had sent her.

"That could've been anyone Miyori! We aren't breaking up!" He continues to refuse to acknowledge that he cheated on her with Normani. He was simply exhausted from her constant complaints about his actions, and to be honest, he found her increasingly uninteresting.

Miyori felt a wave of disbelief wash over her as she realized he was attempting to deny his infidelity, even with the undeniable proof staring back at her from her phone. "You can't be fucking serious right? I know that face from anywhere! You what I don't have time for this get off my porch and don't ever want to see your face again." Miyori shut the door abruptly, then turned to face Jasmine.

"Girl, please put some clothes on lord, I'm finna head to bed."

She made her way upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. As she let out a heavy sigh, disbelief washed over her; it felt like she was trapped in a cycle that never ended. She had hoped for a better outcome in her relationships, but now she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps she didn't deserve the happiness she longed for.

Her thoughts were racing, filled with doubt and uncertainty. She questioned whether there was something inherently wrong with her that made her deserving of this situation, or if perhaps she simply wasn't worthy of being in a relationship. A whirlwind of negative feelings consumed her, leaving her feeling overwhelmed.

She slipped out of her clothes and into something more comfortable, then made her way to the bed. Lying there, she gazed up at the ceiling, wishing she could simply sleep away her troubles and find a way to move forward.

She picked up her phone and began scrolling through her social media, noticing an influx of messages from various people, including fan pages that professed their love for Jey Uso while simultaneously harassing individuals like her. In that moment, she received a message from Aaron that contained some outrageous comments directed at her.

Pumpkin🧡 sent a message

Pumpkin🧡:  I did Cheat on you, you were just getting boring and not doing enough for me so I found something better to keep me up unlike you and the sex was horrible honestly I hope nobody comes across you they'll just get bored of you.

The words he spoke affected her deeply, causing her to cry. Perhaps this was similar to how Jey felt during their time apart while he was on the road. Now, he had someone to share his travels with, while she was unable to join him due to her job commitments.

Her heart ached more with each passing thought, wondering if she truly measured up to him or Aaron, fearing they might grow bored of her. In an attempt to escape the turmoil, she turned off her phone, seeking a moment of peace. But when it buzzed again, she let out a deep sigh, reluctantly opening the messages, unaware that it was Jey reaching out to her.

Joshua 🖤 sent a message

Joshua🖤:  Hey Mimi it's Joshua hopefully you remember me still but can we meet up and talk?

IMPERFECT FOR YOU

A/n: will Miyori accept Jey's offer? Or go into a depression state?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

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Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 15/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN

PART FIFTEEEN

                Maverick is sitting and waiting when he wakes up. He’s got coffee going and Bradley mumble his thanks, still not fully settled back into the idea of Maverick being someone he doesn’t hate. Well. Maybe hate is the wrong word, but to find the hurt and anger now being offset by some level of understanding is… jarring. Every time he sees him or thinks of him the flare of hurt is quickly edged out by now knowing the truth. A truth he’s known less than a week. So it makes sense to him that his years of hurt and anger make it normal for it to be his initial reaction when he sees him. He’s sure it will change as time passes and the more time he spends with him. Which is going to be a lot.

                “Hey Mav…”

                “Bradley. Still take your coffee with too much sugar and creamer?”

                “Yep, when I can.”

                It gets him a smile and Mav is sliding him an appropriately doctored mug, he mumbles his thanks again, taking a long drink and hopes the sugar and caffeine hit him quickly. He still feels half asleep and wrong footed, not sure what to say or do.

                “Seresin still asleep?”

                “Nah, he just likes to linger in bed until the last possible moment…”

                Mav nods slowly, takes a sip of his own coffee and watches Bradley over the rim of his mug, like he wants to say something else and Bradley wonders what he’s holding back now.

…            …            …

                Obviously he’s never flown with Bradley or Maverick before, however, Admiral Courtney wants them up in the air to assess their skills. He is starting with pairing him with Bradley, and they’re going up against Maverick, who they obviously already know flies well. Jake knows he’s good, hopes that Bradley is just as good, he has to be, to be a naval aviator. Then they’re up in the air, and while Starscream had argued he could have made them two pairs Admiral Courtney had said he needed to assess their human capabilities before introducing what Starscream might bring to the table. It had helped placate him a little, but Jake’s fairly certain he’ll be hearing about it later, because it seems like the only Admiral Starscream wishes to listen to is Kazansky.

                They work through basic fighter maneuvers and Bradley matches him every step of the way, he’s fucking flawless in the sky, if not quite as fast as Jake. Regardless, he clearly loves it just as much as Jake does and Maverick seems to be enjoying it just as much. They’re all buzzing a few hours later and Admiral Courtney sends them off for showers, although not before asking for Maverick to wait a moment to discuss some further training options.

                “Holy shit that was fun! Damn Bradley! You were born to fly!”

                The answering grin Bradley gives him is wide and Jake thumps him on the shoulder, wants to go in for a full-body slam hug type situation with the adrenaline buzzing through his veins but he holds himself back. Bradley thumps him back and then knocks his shoulder into Jake’s and yeah, that’ll work too.

…            …            …

                Their days fall into a routine of sorts, although it’s nothing like he ever experienced when he was young and in the Navy. They do long days, twelve hours as standard, although they sometimes stretch to fourteen. But they finish by four on Fridays and get the weekend off. He knows it’s got to do with the specialist contractors. They have ideas, not only about working weekends, but also about how they should fix Jetfire. However they’re all shit scared of Starscream, who will not let anyone but Jake, Maverick and Bradley touch the parts.

                Dustdrift also has opinions. Maverick is glad Sally and Hound aren’t there, because they seem to ratchet up the tension ten-fold. Bronco seems to be indifferent about the work they’re carrying out, sitting off to the side and just… watching. He’ll blast music occasionally, which takes a little getting used to when they’ve been working in silence. Bronco seems to be warming towards Seresin and Starscream, and Pete supposes he spends more time with them so it’s only natural.

                He goes home in the weekends, Ninja making the journey almost effortless now that he knows he could fall asleep if he wanted. He also wants to give Bradley and Jake space. Not that they’ve said anything, and he’s not going to pry. Just having Bradley talking to him again, smiling and sharing jokes, is enough. He’s certain he’ll hear about it in time, but he does make sure he leaves plenty of openings in any conversations they do have so Bradley can fill him in if he wants.

                They’re making progress, and Seresin has an amazing understanding of the fitting together of parts around the central fuselage, he’d thought originally that maybe Starscream had taught him, but then learns Jake has been working on Jetfire for nearly fifteen years on his own and knew it wasn’t a normal plane about eight years ago. Pete also knows Starscream is working on him, and if he was asked to explain what he thinks is happening he’d find it difficult.

                However. He thinks Starscream is scraping off parts from his own body to create a fine powder and then using a laser to sinter parts of Jetfire together. The joins are almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and he only knows they exist because some of the fancy contractors had got their noses out of joint about it all, how it wasn’t an approved method. Maverick had just grinned, exchanged a knowing look with Starscream and told him to keep up the good work.

…            …            …

                Jake starts off in his own room, his own bed every night, but always wakes a few hours later. Sometimes he falls back to sleep, depending on how tired he is, but then a few hours after that he’s awake again and he always ends up shuffling down to Bradley’s room, shoving him over and falling asleep beside him. Bradley hasn’t asked him to leave. Or stop. But it’s nice as well, to have someone that he can just be close to without any expectations. Bradley seems to lean into it too. Seems physically affectionate with his arms thrown around either Jake or Maverick’s shoulders after they finish flying, or will sit beside Jake on the sofa when the watch TV so they can lean against each other, sometimes falling asleep. Will shoulder knock him at every opportunity or clap him on the back.

                He likes it.

…            …            …

                “Uh, what are you guys doing?” Bradley asks, exchanging a look with Jake. Usually by now Bronco is in his vehicle form and they’re driving toward their accommodation. Instead, Bronco is pushing things out of the way so that a section of wall in part of the hangar is unobstructed.

                “Movie night,” Bronco states, and Bradley isn’t sure if that helps in any way.

                “Um. Okay?”

                “Starscream is…”

                “I am… unknowledgeable about many of the human ways of life. Bronco has been providing me with wider context.”

                “Uh…” Bradley starts, and the decides it’s maybe just better to not get answers. “Okay then. We’ll… find our own way home. There’ll be a staff car somewhere around surely.”

                Sure enough he and Jake find one and sign it out, muttering under their breath about what kind of movies Bronco might be introducing Starscream to, and they both have their reservations. He hopes they’re not ones that show the worst of human nature, because he’s certain Starscream isn’t exactly sold on humans in general.

…            …            …

                The current Top Gun class finishes and there’s a two week break before the new one arrives. Bradley and Jake get to play as bogies on the regular, pitting their flying skills against the best aviators on offer. He knows he’s getting better, Bradley getting faster. They can’t avoid it, Maverick pushing them both, and Jake hopes he’ll get to partake in Top Gun himself, although with the study and flying experience he’s getting now he suspects he might find it a little… easy. He’s already flying with Maverick, and then there’s the best aviators the Navy has to offer to keep him on his toes. Yeah. He’s curious.

                He knows people can’t figure out what he and Bradley are doing here, singled out for reasons unknown. Although they’re tied to Maverick, and he doesn’t mind the association at all, but he can tell it grates on Bradley a little. Sometimes they go out for a drink, and they get welcomed readily enough, but the curiosity is piqued as to why they aren’t with a squadron. Why, for whatever reason, they seem to be getting mentored by Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell.

                Their days are structured. Flying first thing, with Starscream in the mix when he deigns to join them. Then reviewing the work they did on Jetfire the day before, listening, or pretending to listen, to the engineers who seem to think they know more about Transformers than… well… a Transformer. Starscream now refuses to come to that part of the day, and Jake knows Maverick listens, but only so he can then refute nearly everything they say and blow them out of the water. Watching their reactions is the highlight of Jake’s day, after the flying. Then there’s the actual building, mending and puzzle solving and it’s down to the nitty-gritty and he knows they’re missing something. Starscream and Bronco had both exchanged looks, the former storming off when Bronco had played a song he had vaguely recognized from his Coldplay album.

                He doesn’t know if he wants to know.

…            …            …

                Tom arrives at work early and finds the package waiting for him on his desk.

                It is not addressed to him, and when he tries to lift it, it is surprisingly heavy, not impossible though. He’d ring someone, find out who delivered it, except for who it is addressed to.

                Starscream.

                Okay then.

                Personal delivery it is. Wonders if he should risk opening it, a little worried it might be something explosive or dangerous. Starscream would likely shrug off anything less than a nuclear attack, and even then Tom isn’t sure it would have an effect, considering the reports he’s read.

                He sees something move in the corner of his eye, wonders if they have mice again, but no, just his stationary and holy shit his stapler is moving.

                Huh.

                So he’s not quite as alone on the Transformer front as he thought. He feels a little foolish lowering his head to talk to what now looks like an inanimate stapler, glad he’s early and unlikely to be interrupted.

                “Can you talk?”

                Silence.

                “Look, I know… Bronco. And Sally. Hound and Starscream as well obviously…”

                There’s a clatter and then piercing sharpness of staples getting fired at his face and he scrunches his eyes closed and pulls back, not sure if it’ll help or hinder the situation.

                “They’re all… fine. Last I heard. None of them have killed each other anyway… although not for lack of trying probably, depending on who you ask.”

                Then right in front of him the stapler changes into the smallest bipedal transformer he’s seen, and he won’t call it cute, because that’ll probably earn him more staples to the face. He knows size has nothing to do with age, and age is also not directly linked to maturity either. The little guy? Girl? Transformer has stalked over to his keyboard and is tapping its tiny foot impatiently and Tom realizes it mustn’t be able to talk. Too small or… whatever. He turns his computer on and waits for it to start up, quickly opens a document so that his new friend can… introduce themselves.

                “What is you name?” Tom asks, because he finds that’s what he wants to know the most, quickly followed by how long they’ve been his stapler. He wonders if this is the same one that Cain once threw across his office in a fit of pique when it wouldn’t work. A lot more amusing all around if it is.

STAPLE

                “Oh. Okay then. Hmm. And how long have you… been on my desk?”

?

                “Are you new here?”

?

                Tom groans, wonders if it even understands the concept of time.

                “Who delivered the parcel?”

OPTIMUS.

IMPORTANT.

                “Optimus Prime…�� Tom muses, and he supposes he likely has means of delivering things, or getting them delivered. Doesn’t explain why they’re coming to him rather than being sent directly to Fallon where it’s needed.

                “Okay. I guess I am going to Fallon then.”

YES

TAKE ME WITH YOU

                “Sure. Why the hell not,” Tom mutters, because if nothing else it saves him from talking to himself.

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all that remains, pt.2

simon x soapsdaughter!reader | past ghoap

cw: discussions of death, soap is dead, alcohol/drinking mentions, brief instances of homophobia (not from simon nor reader)

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synopsis: after going no contact for nearly two decades, simon riley gets the closure he's always needed with his sergeant. except its through his daughter.

simon can count the funerals he’s been to on one hand.

the first was his gran's, a distant woman whose more memory than material. despite that, he can still make out the many lines on her face, the portrait that they used, and the way his mother squeezed his hand, the other half resting on her protruding belly.

second funeral, which he's unsure if he should count it, comes a year after his gran's. the year 4 class pet, findleton fishgerald, was found belly up upon walking into mrs.barett's room. playtime was instead used as a period for mourning, him and his fellow classmates listening to their teacher give a speech about the poor goldfish.

(now that he thinks about it, fish looked more like a corpse each passing day. it was only matter of time before the little guy kicked the bucket. well, swam out of it)

the third funeral was for multiple people, but they were mourned and packed into an urn on the same day so it counts as one. the contents of said urn include his mother, brother, sister-in-law, and his nephew.

it sticks with simon. his nephew in particular. he died when he was four, his first (and last) encounter with death beating simon's.

the few days after were a blur, but he can still taste the aftermath of his carnage, as well as the whiskey he drank following it.

now, he's attending his fourth funeral. johnny's.

well, 'attend' is an overstatement. stalking is a better describes simon. sitting in the shitty rental he got, parked in the second lot over of the cemetery, away from everyone who claims to love johnny.

bet they didn't love him like he did.

if he wanted too, he could walk over to the gas port, remove the cigarette from his chapped lips and toss it in there. last thing he sees would be this rusty pick-up, his soul barreling towards damnation.

he won't, knowing the muppets that come across his remains will leave him here, too close and yet too far from his johnny.

to others, it may be difficult seeing the gathering, but a trained eye like simon sees everything. he can make out gaz and price from the crowd, as well as johnny's mum.

age has not done her any favors, looking as bitchy as the day he met her. still, she was an important person to johnny.

if only she accepted he was too.

briefly, he thinks about getting out of his car, walking towards what would be a scandalous, bittersweet reunion. sure, price and gaz'll be there to defend him if things get ugly, but blood is thicker than water. even if the string binding johnny and him was red.

(is it severed because he's dead? or does it go deeper? six feet under and unfrayed)

he decides to let them mourn without his interference. the last thing he needs is that hag telling him this is all his fault, with his agendas and whatever the fuck they rant about at churches now.

without sparing a glance, he starts the rental. a small part of him is thankful for parking so far away, the obnoxious rumble of the engine would reveal his location if he were a few feet closer.

he backs out of the spot before heading south, vowing to come back later. only johnny and him.

and the groundskeeper, if his unlucky streak continues.

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it continues.

shouldn't have. he came back in the middle of the night, the witching hour. while he isn't into the paranormal, a foolish part of him thought johnny's spirit might say some parting words. unless he already left the plane. bastard.

if anything, he was prepared for an intimate moment with the scot, say what he's wanted to say, or at least attempt to. the only feeling he can properly communicate is anger, this aching sadness an unwelcomed yet familiar weight on simon.

that's what he was ready for.

he wasn't ready to find a woman dressed in pajamas and an arm sling kneeling in front of johnny's gravestone.

while he can still see quite far, the night obscures more than it used too, only clocking her when he's a few feet away.

strange, he doesn't recognize her from the funeral crowd. then again, he didn't care for anyone else besides the corpse.

he thinks about retreating, would probably be best to visit when the sun's up, rather than lurk like some ghoul.

simon's begun to turn on his heel when a scream pierces through the air.

he turns back around to find the girl, hunched over the tombstone, clutching it with her free arm. her screams are alarming, like a siren going off in the middle of the night. it might just be a loon, having escaped the bin and is hugging stranger's tombstones because they aren't sane (neither is simon, but he has a semblance of common decency).

it's another sign he needs to go, do a 180 and come back in the morn. though, he pauses upon hearing the girl let out a strangled cry that vaguely resembles "dad.."

no, that can't be right. he knows the crash didn't just involve johnny, his whole family too (unfortunately not his mom).

he knows for certain johnny's wife didn't make it, but the daughter.. the daughter..

he turns back around, zeroing in on her like she's a target. it's hard to see her features, and from what he can see she looks nothing like johnny.

but she is injured. and a girl. and she keeps crying for her mom and dad rather loudly and-

fuck.

there's no denying that before him is johnny's kid. johnny’s daughter.

a mess of a woman, snot and tears running down her face, her skin stretching after she lets out another sob, curved lines surrounding her anguish.

he has to retreat now. simon has, and wants, no business with any of the other mactavish's. if she's anything like the rest of them, he's sure the girl hates him, will damn him to an eternity in hell if he so much as approaches her.

so for the third time that night, simon begins to turn, set on leaving this cemetery and never coming back. what's another twenty years without johnny? he's lived his life in constant pain, won't stop now.

he's taken about three more steps when something rustles underneath him. simon looks down, his foot landing on a pile of leaves. it isn't loud, but it's loud enough to get johnny's daughter (whose cries have quieted down by a few decibels) attention.

"..hello?" it comes out just as tear-filled as her other proclamations have. his back remains turned. if he can't see her, she's not there. this is all some fucked night terror, and he's going to wake up in his johnny's arms in 3, 2, 1-

"i said hello," her voice is a bit more firm, as if she's fully materialized into a person rather than some grief-stricken thing. reluctantly, simon turns , the girl now standing before him. the soft light of the moon illuminates her tear-stained face, the knees of her pants dirtied from kneeling over her parents' grave.

to think, his johnny would have a kid without saying anything. it might be low, but given how simon reacted to their split, he can't blame the man.

the silence continues to stretch on between them. poor kid, probably waiting on simon to break it. he's surprised her first instinct isn't to run or scream for help, but people in mourning tend to forget themselves in their grief.

simon knows firsthand.

a frown stretches across her face when she realizes simon isn't going to say anything. she sighs, wiping her damp face with the back of her hand.

"look, i'm not on anything, and- and i was here earlier for a funeral i just..," she takes in a shuddering breath, her whole body becoming loose as she exhales, "i need more time with my folks," a pause, "alone."

it's a sentiment simon knows all too well, having lost many people. even the damned fish, he wished he was able to spend more time with it.

and simon's ready to oblige, bid her 'goodbye' wordlessly, make her think he was just some hallucination her sorrow conjured up. be nothing more than strangers in an awkward situation.

although, this isn't just a stranger. this is johnny. well, his daughter. and even if she's annoyed at him, its not for the reasons he thought it be.

in another universe, he's already left. hell, he hasn't even shown up in the first place. but in this one, he doesn't do any of that.

instead, simon does the unthinkable;

“pint for your troubles?”

he offers her a drink.

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post ankle-twisting clarity

[ratatatastic]

do you write fic on ao3?

unfortunately for everyone involved i do!

[lunar-wandering]

head hurty

[roguetaxidermyy]

me having gone to bed at 6 am every day for the past week and generally spiraling mentally while rotting in bed waking up this morning: a 4 mile hike in the heat is a really good idea right now, and while we're at it let's start like 3 art projects

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao

[shirogane-oushirou]

[cw vent: chronic illness, general world politics mention w no detail)

"man. i'm so tired. i feel like i can't do anything selfship related. is it because my energy's been sapped from family visiting and everyone wanting to do ~summer activities~ nonstop? am i so in my head about "getting ren's story right without stepping over any lines" that i've backed myself into a perfectionist corner? is the world just going to shit so hard that i can't have one (1) minute of escape on this blog before going back to working through the political hellscape we're in? god even trying to make this plushie pattern is killing me even though i want to hold my guy So Badly AUGH."

/finishes the plushie pattern after trying multiple body bases and literally buying a japanese ebook about plushie face and hair design/

"actually what if i lived forever and spent all of that time making an army of these fuckers to swim in? what then?"

[helielune]

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[daughterofsarenrae]

fajsdlkfjslkfjsdlkfj my dad is upset with my bc he just discovered kill la kill and i told him i watched it in like high school and apparently i should've recommended it to him back then

[madigoround]

Can’t tell if listening to episode 14 on the way to my therapist appointment is a great decision or a questionable one in hindsight considering it did make me quite sad

[anaalnathrakhs]

don't wanna vent in the tags of a post but you see EXACTLYYYYYY what's wrong with my parents and I's relationship

i explain and dissects how important exactly something is to me and ask them to measure its importance to them because i obviously can't know and decide for them

then they pick their competing preference and i go along with it until we've been there for way too long way too intensely or it's been happening way too many times or it's nothing like planned, and i can't handle it anymore and i flip out either right then and there or privately and then it comes up later when talking, and they say it actually wasn't very important to them they just either didn't think about it or assumed how important it was to me wrongly despite me explaining explicitly my point of view.

or they go for something i'm included in, and i'm there trying to be as unenthusiastic as possible without straight up closing that door, trying to propose alternatives that are easier for me, etc, and they're like mmh we're gonna go with our first idea btw. and i'm just stuck with it. and might freak out.