#like i said it probably wouldn't be soon as I've got quite a few things I'm already working on atm

[kindahoping4forever]

(it's Vee again lol) So....I got a little request and feel free to say no but I got an idea. So I'm a bi babe, and therefore I feel so comfortable in this fandom but, I was thinking how would Ash be with a bisexual gf? That could be a great fic! Even adding in like "omg babe do we have the same type" jokes lol 🤭 Thank you "Other" Crystal 🤣😉

PS. I found some Ash pics and I need to share so I'll drop them in your dms lol 🤭🫡

SHREECH

Hey Vee! I've long had an Ash x reader x female third threesome on my list of things I'd like to write, I've just yet to find the right plot to pair it with! So while I can't say it'll happen soon, it's definitely a topic of interest 😊

[vivwritesfics]

Daddy Ricciardo

Just some Danny Ric marriage/parent headcannons. Fluffy AF

Have you ever met somebody so in love with their girlfriend that it consumes their entire being?

Well, if you're friends with Daniel Ricciardo, you certainly have

Daniel was utterly obsessed with Y/N when they were dating

He brought her along to every race and showed her off whenever he got the chance

Any Y/N fan pages were probably run by him

Daniel was obviously a man who couldn't wait to get married

Especially to Y/N

You know that bit from The Office when Jim shows off the ring he got the moment he and Pam start dating?

That would have been Danny if he got the chance on drive to survive

No, Daniel got the ring on their six month anniversary

He already knew she was the one

But six months felt like the perfect timing

He didn't propose right away

Things kept getting in the way

But then, there was the perfect storm

Y/N had just come to watch a race

She hadn't been to the last one and had hardly been on the phone to him

Danny thought something was wrong

When she came to the race, Daniel was overjoyed

But then, in the hotel room after the race, she'd gone all serious

"Danny, I've got something to tell you. But I need you to promise me one thing," she said, grabbing a hold of his hands

"Anything," he replied, utterly concerned

Y/N sucked in a deep breath, calming her nerves

"Don't freak out."

When she told him, Daniel didn't freak out

He took in the information silently

Why would he freak out?

This was going to be the best day of his life

Two little words, that was all Y/N had said to him

Two words with so much weight to them

When Y/N was done and looking ready to start crying, Daniel slipped from the bed and pulled the ring box out of his pocket

He got down onto one knee and opened it

"You've just made me the happiest man in the world. Want to make me slightly happier and marry me?"

Y/N found a dress, her dream dress

Three weeks before the wedding, that dress no longer fit

The joys of being pregnant

Sobbing, Y/N made her mother take her shopping for a new dress

Before the wedding, at the rehearsal, Daniel had said he wasn't going to get drunk

If his soon to be wife couldn't drink, then he wouldn't either

But Y/N had insisted

Her soon to be husband was cute when he was drunk

So, Daniel had a few

He had more as the reception went on

Max and Christian were there, drinking alongside him

By the end of the night, Y/N was sat at the table, hand on her bump, cheeks rosy as she laughed at Daniel

He had pulled Max in for a dance and the Dutchman couldn't say no

He literally couldn't say no, because drunk Daniel wasn't listening

The honeymoon was gorgeous, like a dream

They went to the Maldives, stayed in a luxury resort

Four months later, Y/N was going into labour

It was, quite frankly, terrifying

Fifteen hours later, Charlie Ricciardo was born

He was his fathers pride and joy

Where Daniel used to show off Y/N, he now showed off Charlie and Y/N

His camera roll was all pictures of Y/N and his son

As Charlie got older, they started taking him to the races

He had little headphones to wear as the cars went around the circuit

He'd wave (aka, Y/N would hold him on her hip and wave his hand for him when his daddy came into the pits)

Charlies first word was car

Daniel was driving at the time, during free practice

He was so pissed that he missed it

Daniel was the fun parent

He was the one who let Charlie stay up past his bed time and let him have chocolate and fizzy drinks

In moderation, of course

But then Charlie did something scary

"Mummy, I want a brother," he said

Y/N couldn't reply

She had to turn around and pour herself a glass of wine

So, he asked his father

Daniel was so happy to hear it

If Charlie wanted a sibling, he was going to get a sibling

So, Daniel brought it up with Y/N

"Danny, no," she said the moment he suggested it. "When I was pregnant with Charlie and you were travelling for work, I was struggling so much without you. I can't do that again"

Daniel tucked some hair behind her ear

"Don't worry, Angel. I can talk to Christian and get the last few months of your pregnancy off," he said. "Keep you and Charlie travelling with me until then"

That sounded amazing to Y/N

She loved her little family and it only seemed to be growing

She jumped onto her husband

"Get ready for the night of your life, honey badger"

[heartysworld]

The Red Race Suit || Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Request: Let's say Mick actually managed to stay in F1 and is actually winning GPs (in a perfect universe) and this time he got P1 and Seb is P2 and during the press conference after the race a reporter asks Seb how he feels about someone else "stealing" P1 from him and instead of talking about that Seb says how he's proud of Mick for achieving such success and stuff like that! I'll leave the rest to you!

A/N: To whoever requested this, I hope your pillow is cold on both sides as that's the cutest thing I've ever written! The feelings were all over the place! I hope you enjoy this one and if you guys have any more requests feel free to send them in💝

You watched from the Ferrari garage as the post race conference was about to begin, your husband being there as well as he got P2 at his home race. On your lap sat your 3 year old son who excitedly bounced his arms as his big blue eyes registered his father's Ferrari red race suit.

"Dada!"

"Yes, my little love that's daddy there on the big screen." You said as you kissed his chubby rosy cheeks while the little boy in your arms let out an excited squeal.

"Following a spectacular FIA Formula 1 German Grand Prix we are joined by Max Verstappen in third place , Sebastian Vettel in second and our winner Mick Schumacher. Good job Mick, another spectacular race added to the long list of wins. How does it feel to get P1 once again, following your father's footsteps?" One of the many interviewers behind the camera asked.

"Yes, thank you. Of course it's very rewarding to see all of you hard work pay off. This was a hard race, the weather conditions were quite concerning at some point. To be able to go through with the whole race and get P1 is always an amazing feeling. I can only hope my family is proud and watching, I know my sister is somewhere here today." Mick said, a small smile gracing his lips as he thought about his big sister witnessing yet another of his wins.

"And Sebastian, what's the feeling of losing grasp of P1 during the last two laps? Surely that's something to talk about. Nobody expected such turn of events during the last few minutes of your home race!" The next question was addressed to Seb. Your husband smiled before answering.

" If it was any other situation I wouldn't be the happiest man out there. However, I couldn't be more proud of Mick here, seeing him achieve something he's worked so hard for. He's the godfather of my son, he's family at this point, probably the only one whom I don't mind being P1 instead of me." Sebastian asked, his answer making everyone in the room laugh.

There is not a person out there who's not aware of the bond between the two. Seb was to Mick was his father was for the once young an energetic Toro Rosso rookie in 2007.

When you found out you were pregnant with your first child three years ago, one of the first things your husband asked of you was to allow him to make Mick the godfather of your baby. Even though the Schumacher boy was just seventeen years old back then you didn't need to be asked twice if you agreed with your husband. You loved both Seb and Mick,and seeing them happy could only make your life better.

Your husband wasted no time finding you after all the interviews were over. By that time you and your son had moved to his motorhome as the little one had started to get cranky, demanding his naptime. The moment Seb saw his son's squished cheeks against the soft pillows a bright smile graced his face.

"Hey there, champion" you stood up from your spot on the bed beside your son, wasting no time in finding the comfort of your husband's embrace, nuzzling your face in his chest. "you need a shower, schatz, as soon as possible." You murmured against his chest. Your words were followed by a low laugh from your husband, careful not to wake up the sleeping toddler.

"Let me enjoy this moment a few more seconds, liebling. I don't get to have my wife and son at a race every other week." Sebastian said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Hmm, that is correct. Our little man was so excited to see his papa in the red racing suit. The moment he recognized you he got so excited. I wouldn't change this for world of me." You said as your mind went back to an hour ago.

"Neither could I, liebling. Having you here makes me even more agitated to win." You husband answered, one of his hands coming up to your face and making you look up at him before kissing your lips softly.

" The second place today says otherwise." You laugh as you watch his eyes crinkle as he laughs at your sarcasm while his hands come to press you even tighter to his body.

" Don't be mean, my love. As long as it's Mick or our son in 1st place one day I don't mind." Seb said smiling at the thought of his son following his footsteps one day.

"You're going to make go through the same stress levels with our son as the ones I'm dealing with right now as I watch you race? How thoughtful of you, Seb." You exclaimed whole your husband laughed at you.

"Don't worry, liebling. I'm going to give you more children who will take your mind off such things." You husband leaned closed, mumbling against your lips as he smiled before giving you a deeper kiss.

"Hmm, I'll have to think about this. Win me another world champion title and we might get to work on your request."

"You know better than to test what I'm capable of, darling. When I want something I achieve it. And when I do, I don't apologize for winning. So he careful what you wish for."

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[chaengluva]

Defend

Reneé Rapp x Fem!Reader: 1.3k words

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Being Reneé Rapp's girlfriend had its advantage's, I mean she's hot, protective and tall, what lesbian wouldn't want her. At times like this , you start to notice all the negatives. Since mean girls came out, a lot more people are simping for Reneé, that doesn't bother you but the hate you get does.

Reneé is very proud and open with her relationship with you, some fans support you but there are many that don't, they always leave comments on you posts that say Reneé deserves someone better, making you feel slightly insecure. You knew that wasn't her fault, and you can't blame them for finding her attractive.

She was currently on tour, and you misses her more then ever, you called every night but it was never the same, you texted her a lot but it just made you feel further apart. Some nights, your emotions got the best of you and started to cry, being alone in your bed, eating dinner alone, and you're one year anniversary was coming up and you knew that would be hard to spend alone too.

You thought she was mad at you because she hasn't been responding to your calls on the day leading up to your anniversary, you tried texting and calling many times but, you got no answer which made you worry. You tried not to panic, but it's been a week since she has contacted you, and now your anniversary is tomorrow and It all started to hit you, she as probably is too busy for you now.

You sat on the bed, feeling very empty, being with out her was hard enough but her not texting back really hurt you. You didn't realise you were crying until you felt the sleeves of your shirt start to soak up. You laid down, looked at your phone to see if she might have texted back, but there was nothing, you sighed, putting the phone down and closing your eyes.

You woke up to a loud bang on the bedroom door, you jumped up and gasped. Someone was inside your house. You didn't want to check, you're first thought was to call Reneé, hoping she would answer this time. You called her, but coincidently as soon as you called her you could hear a ringtone coming from the other side. You rush to open the door, you came face to face with your girlfriend.

"Happy anniversary baby." She smiles, holding roses and a gift bag for you. "R-Reneé...I don't have anything for you...I didn't know you would be home-" She cut you off by pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. The both of you don't pull away, she pushes you on the bed and finally loses contact with your lips. "I missed this." She says while kissing your collarbones. You almost gave in, but then you remembered that she had ignored you for a week. "Stop." You say.

Reneé looks at you with a lot of confusion, "You've been ignoring me for a week.." You tell her with a lot of sadness in your voice. She sighs. "Y/n, I'm really sorry I've been really busy, the only time I've been on my phone was when I planning the surprise for you." You raise an eyebrow, "Surprise?" You question, she giggles nodding her head. "Well I guessed I've said it now. I've talked to my team.. they have allowed me to bring you along for the rest of the tour!" She smiles. You gasp, you could probably burst out into tears, you were so happy. "Pack your things baby, our flights in four hours."

You spent an hour packing and getting ready, and a lot of kissing Reneé, she tried to make out with you, she manged to get your shirt off and give you a few hickeys on your stomach. You wanted to continue but you knew you wouldn't be able to stop if you did. You put your shirt back on and Reneé grabbed your bags and you headed down to her car, she opened the door for you and then put your bags in the back.

You got to the airport and there was quite a bit of paparazzi, they were shouting some hurtful things towards you, you tried your best to ignore it. One of them tried to grab your shirt and pull you away from Reneé, if it wasn't for her tight grip on you, they would have succeeded. Reneé gave them an angry look, you could see it in her eyes that she was about to shout at this person. "Reneé, Baby, It's okay." That must have calmed her down because she nodded at you and continued to walk to the gate.

You were at the gate, waiting for them to call your flight number, Reneé was already quite tired from her first flight, she laid her head on your shoulder and relaxed her eyes. Not long after your flight was called. You woke Reneé up, and walked on the plane, it was a bit colder then you expected and all your jumpers were in your suitcase, not in your carry on. Reneé must have noticed your change in behaviour, she took off her leather jacketed and put it on you. You smiled at her and she smiled back and you.

The flight was only 4 hours long but Reneé fell asleep quickly, you smile at her, making sure to take a look of pictures of her, even replacing her lock screen with a selfie of you posing next to her sleeping self. After that, you quickly feel asleep.

Reneé woke you up, telling you that we are going to land soon, once you landed, you quickly got off the plane and Reneé took you to her driver. She still hasn't noticed that you changed her background yet. "Baby, I have an interview for mean girls, you wanna come and meet the cast?" she asked you. You nodded happily.

The driver drove to the interview spot and Reneé walked you in and you could see the cast of mean girls all there. You were very shy around new people, so you stayed clingy to Reneé, she introduced  you to everyone. They were all so sweet. You sat behind the scenes as the interview was going on. You just admired Reneé the whole time and what cut you out of it was one of the questions the interviewer asked.

"So Reneé, we all know that you're girlfriend Y/n," You could see her smile just at the mention of her name.  "Is a look less.. prettier then you, how does that make you feel in public?" The interviewer continued, everyone on cast began to feel uncomfortable, Reneé looked more angry then I have ever seen, "Okay, first of all, my girlfriend is fine as fuck, secondly, i'm going to cut off your tongue if you ever speak my girlfriends name again."

She stands up and walks to you, taking your hand, and taking you back to the car, "I'm sorry that happened baby." She sighed, holding your face. You kisses her lips, "It's okay, thanks for defending me baby," She smiles, "I always will." She gets a notification from her phone, she takes it out of her back pocket and thats when she sees the wallpaper, she giggles, "I'm keeping this." you smile.

The notification was a text from Bebe, asking if you were okay, then the rest of the cast asked same thing, Reneé told them that you were okay and that the both of you were going to the hotel.

The night was spent with a lot of making out, watching movies and talking to each other, you could have never imagined spending your anniversary this way, and you loved every second of it.

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[ineffablesuffering]

Sick Days (Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader)

I wrote this as a form of comfort as I am finally getting over this cold that I had.

Warnings: like one swear word, Crowley being soft for the reader

Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley x Platonic!GN! Reader.

Word Count: 1,095

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You lay in bed, the thought of moving was, to simply put it - unbearable. You had awoken with a pounding headache and felt like your sinuses were trying to escape from your face. Everything hurt and your body couldn't decide if it was too hot or too cold. Great. You were sick.

You had meant to have plans with Crowley and Aziraphale feeding the ducks in St James Park and a spot of lunch, but clearly that wasn't happening today. You sat up in bed and instantly the room starting spinning around you. You let out a deep cough and you whine at the feeling in your chest. You put a hand to your forehead to try and ground yourself as you reach for your phone before sliding back down into your bed. You had planned to call Aziraphale and tell him you couldn't make it, but the room kept spinning and forced you to close your eyes to make it stop.

The next thing you remember is your phone ringing a few hours later. "Shit," you mumble. You must have fallen back asleep. You pick up your phone, answer it and put it to your ear. "Hello?" you rasp.

"Y/N, I just wanted to see if we're on your way?" It was Aziraphale. You groan and turn to face your clock. You should have been at the bookshop by now. "My dear? Are you quite alright? You don't sound yourself." He asks.

"I'm sorry Aziraphale, I was meant to call you but I must have fallen back asleep, I'm not feeling too great." You rasp out, your throat feeling like it was on fire. "I'm not going to be able to make it today."

"Is that Y/N?," you hear Crowley shout in the background, "Tell them to hurry up, times a ticking."

You try to let out a laugh, but it ends with you in a coughing fit, wincing at the pain in your chest. "You two go on ahead without me, we'll catch up soon."

"Are you sure? We can always rearrange?"

"Aziraphale, I'll be fine," you say as another cough racks through your body, "I've been ill before."

"Well, make sure you rest and we will see you another time. I hope you feel better soon my dear,"

"Thank you 'Zira, I'll talk to you later," you say as you hang up the phone before placing it on your bedside table. You groan as you drag yourself out of bed, in search of water and hopefully some form of medication.

A short while later, you had decided that you couldn't sit in bed any longer and you were curled up on your sofa, watching your comfort show, eating your comfort food and taking small sips of some hot lemon and honey water when there was a knock at the door. You muted the TV, praying that whoever was knocking would go away. The knocking persisted.

"They're  probably asleep Angel," you heard a muffled Crowley. This got your attention and you made your way from the sofa to the door.

"Maybe, but I'd feel better if I just saw them." replied Aziraphale.

You open the door to find the angel and demon standing before you. They took in your disheveled state, your skin pale except from your blood shot eyes and your nose being red, your hair messy and a headache strip on your forehead, a blanket haphazardly wrapped around your shoulders and your comfy clothes on. A true sight for sore eyes.

"What are you two doing here?" Your voice quiet in an attempt to not irritate your throat even more.

"We came to check on you, and see how you're feeling." Aziraphale said, "We brought you supplies" he gestured to the bag that Crowely was holding.

"You really didn't have to," you say

"We know," said Crowley. You give him a small smile, "and don't think this is me being nice. I'm just following orders."

"I wouldn't dream of it." You say stepping aside inviting them in. Aziraphale smiled at you as he walked in, Crowley sauntered in behind him handing you the bag that he was holding.  You closed the door behind them and peer inside the bag.

"Jesus 'Zira, I have a cold, I'm not opening a bloody chemist." You say to him as he walks towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, taking the dishes you had left on the table with him.

"Well I didn't know what you needed, so I bought everything."

You smile at the gesture, he really was so thoughtful. You make your way back over to the sofa where Crowley had already made himself at home. You roll your eyes, expecting nothing less from him. He gives you a grin.

"Move over," you whine at him as he lounges across the entirety of the sofa.

"Or what," he says playfully.

"I'll cough all over you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Crowley, be nice." You hear Aziraphale call from the kitchen. He moves rather quickly.

"Bitched," you cough.

"Fuck off," he mumbles, throwing his sunglasses onto your coffee table. You take your place on the sofa next to Crowley, and lean your head on his shoulder. "Comfy?" he says with a smile. You nod against his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you.

"I hate being ill," you complain "everything hurts." Crowley just chuckles, giving you a squeeze. Aziraphale returns with two mugs in his hands. A cup of tea for himself, and a cup of green tea with lemon for you. "Thank you." You rasp as you take the mug off of him.

"Don't be silly," he tells you taking a seat beside you. "Just make sure you drink it while it's hot, it's supposed to help with your throat."

"Aye aye captain," you joke before a coughing fit racks through your body again. You feel Crowley run his hand up and down your back in an attempt to help soothe you. The couple shoot you a sympathetic glance when you're finally able to compose yourself again. "I'm fine, I'll be fine." You say picking up the TV remote and unmuting it. "And because you have crashed my pitty party you have to watch whatever movie I want to watch and I want to watch The Sound of Music." Crowley laughs from beside you as Aziraphale let's out the most unangellike groan. You smile at him, before finding the movie and pressing play. Maybe being ill wasn't so bad when you had your favourite celestials to keep you company.

[vulpixisananimal]

"So. . ."

(You were lying down on a couch. You were doing woodcarving; it was theraputic. Mirabelle had just come over from cleaning up and sat at the other end of the couch.)

"Hello Mirabelle, got any questions for your friendly star~"

(She tittered at that.) "Hehe, maybe a few. Even if it, might not matter much."

"Talking is still nice, ask away."

"Well. . ." (She thought for a second.) "Well are you, doing ok?"

"???" (That took you by surprise. You were expecting something about how the loops worked, or where they came from.) ". . . I'm, well I'm doing great! We've only been doing this for a few loops and that's practicaly No time at all~"

"W-well, I suppose, but I meant more in general."

(You paused carving.) "Hmm?"

"Well, Siffrin said you showed up soon after we beat the King. And, well, I was wondering, has it been alright? I-I mean, sharing a body with Sif and all. A-and like, since we didn't know you were around did we do something that made you-"

"Oh hush Mirabelle." (You twirl your dagger casually.) "It was a lovely time in Bambouche, really! The beach was just so nice, it was a good way to meet Nille too! No need to explain the whole being a star thing~"

"I guess so. . ."

"I will say, as much as I like Stardust," (You lower your tone to a dramatic one.) "Sharing a head with them is agony sometimes."

(She giggles again.) "Is it really that hard? Or. ."

"It's complicated. So, so complicated." (You thougt for a moment.) "Talking to eachother is like. . . Almost like someone else is having thoughts in your own head. And you have thoughts back. It can be hard to tell whos thoughts are whos, but you can 'talk' very fast."

"Because you're just thinking to eachother?"

"In a way~" (You tap your chin with your knife.) "It's hard to explain, but I might to better a better job next time, tee hee~"

(Another giggle.) "It makes some sense, I think."

"From what I've read it's a very complex disorder." (Odiles voice. You turn, she was finding a place to sit down.) "Each person experiences it differently too."

"Complex doesn't even start to describe it. . ." (You decide to just put away your carving.) "Headaches are almost constant."

"With how Siffrin thinks? Well I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

"Oh the burdens we must bare."

"What burdens are we bareing today?" (It was Isabeau walking in now.)

"The big furry types of course~"

"Ha! Haha!"

"Well you two have something in common."

"Tee hee~"

(You sat up and made room or Isabeau on the couch. He sat down and talked.) "Bonnie and Nille are just putting some leftovers away." (He looked over at Mirabelle.) "You're sure there's no bruising? Bonnie still has a headache."

(. . .)

"I'm positive, I double and tripple checked."

(For the love of Stars will you just tell me what I missed already?!? CLEARLY something happened you're not telling me.)

(I will not tell you.)

(You are infuriating.)

"Kid probably just needs a lie down." (Isa comments.)

"Once this is over we all do." (You say, you still felt exhausted from all this time craft. Will you at least tell me when we're out of this blinding loop?)

(I can agree to that.)

"Speaking of such. Would you mind if we try talking to Stardust now?" (Odile asked.)

(You nod.) "If ever there was a time for it~"

". . . So how do we do this?" (Asked Mirabelle.)

"Well, first I'll get Siffrin back here. It might get a bit confusing for us but don't worry about that~" (You thought for a moment.) "Although, Isabeau, if that mind craft is still afflicting Siffrin, could you try making sure he doesn't do anything stupid?"

"Uh, alright! I think I can do that."

"I'd like to ask Siffrin the questions if that's alright." (Odile had gotten up from her seat and walked over.)

"Of course, and Mirabelle if you could. . ."

"Morale support?" (She suggested.)

"Morale support!"

"Perfect, moral support it is."

(Alright. . . Siffrin. . .)

(You breath in, and out. Stardust, where just where are you Stardust. You were forced out quite abruptly, but you could come back with. . . The thoughts of Isabeau? No no, something bad maybe? Probaly not. What about his favorite foods? Oh well they did love that Pan Au Chocolate-)

(Huh?)

(You feel a bit dizzy. There you are Stardust~)

(Loop? What happened. I was forced out of front by Mal du Pays, I didn't remember much afterwards. You're here because they want to ask you a few questions. Yes? Why though?)

(They're worried about you. Something happened. So if you don't mind. . .)

(You blink a few times, you had a mild headache but it cleared fast.) "Uh. . ."

"Siffrin?" (Huh? Or Mirabelle was at your side. Isabeau and Odile too.)

(You rub your head.) "Hi uh. . . What happened?"

(Mirabelle glanced over to Odile, who started talking.) "Are you feeling alright, Siffrin?"

"Dazed, headache, confused. Did something happen??"

"I'm getting to that." (Odile continued.) "Do you remember what happened?"

"Uhm. . . I was talking to Ramos? Yeah, yeah Ramos came over to see Isabeau."

(You glance between the three of them. Loop what's going on?)

(Mental check in, Stardust.)

"And what did you talk about."

"It was. . . Right! We were chatting about our adventures, how we met Isabeau, and uh. . ."

(You glance at Isa as Odile continues.) "What else?"

"Well, well, they were curious if Isabeau mentioned them at all." (Why was it so hard to remember?)

"And you said. . ."

(You smiled.) "I said 'of course he did!'"

(. . .Stars.)

(Huh? Did you say something wrong? They all looked worried. Isabeau spoke up.) "Are. . . Are you sure Sif?"

"Positive, right?" (You think hard.) "Because. . . Because you talked about them helping you for the Defenders exams?"

(Isabeau looked. . . Sad? What was going on?!?)

"That, didn't happen, Siffrin." (Odile said.) "I'm, sorry but that's not true."

"Huh?!?"

(You could feel your breathing quicken. What do they mean??? Ramos was, was Isabeaus best friend, right? Hadn't you been excited to see them?!? That's why you came here in the first place right???)

(You have a headache. What was going on?!? No, no Ramos was your friend right?)

"Siffrin?" (You turn to Isabeau, he was holding out a hand. You grab it and squeeze. He doesn't even flinch.) "It's. . . Well, just take a breath first, ok? With me? Just like you showed us, right?"

(Right, right, just breathe. In. . . . and Out. . .)

(Feeling better, Stardust?)

(No, yes, maybe. Just. I'm just confused.) "Alright, alright, please tell me what happened, please."

"Siffrin, well, Ramos isn't really, a good person right now, I think." (You turn to Mirabelle as she continues.) "They, well, Loop told us that they've been effecting people with Mind Craft. You included."

(??????????)

(It's a craft type that effects ones memories, ones mind. Your perception of Ramos has been altered, Stardust.)

(Odile talking now.) "It should be reversable, but from what I know it might be more difficult as it may be powered by a wish. If that's the case it could. . ."

"It would just take a while!" (Mira jumps in.) "But! The good news is Loop isn't effected?"

(Your breathing is getting heavy again. What? But, Ramos was a big figure in Isabeaus life, right? There where all those stories! Like, like.)

(You cannot remember.)

(It's a trick, Stardust~ A nasty one at that.)

(You lean into Isabeau, you feel lightheaded.) "A-are you sure? I, I mean. . ." (It. . . It was really hard to believe. You had this feeling, this instinct, that Ramos was a friend, the best, the. . .)

"Sorry Sif." (Isa gently put a hand on your head. You didnt flinch.) "We'll get this figured out, ok?"

". . . Promise?"

"I promise!"

"Of course I promise!" (Mirabelle chimed in.)

"I don't want to see what happens when your memory gets worse. I promise we'll figure it out." (Odile adds.)

(You nod. And sigh.) ". . . Thank you."

(Your head hurts. Loop, can you, can you please just deal with this?)

(Of course Stardust~ It might be better since-)

(Because Ramos might still be able to effect me. Yeah. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone.)

(You breathe in, and out. And in the future, you can take over in a pinch if needed, ok?)

(Same back to you. stars, even for Mal too. Just in case.)

(Thank you.)

(. . . . .)

[You got the Memory of Switching! When equipped, this will make it easier for you to switch out with your headmates, even durring battle!]

(You pause a second before moving. Isabeau is comfortable, he's got a hand on your head. No need to pull away immediatly.)

(Is now really the time?)

(Hush you. Stardust's gone now, let me have this.)

(You took one more second before getting up and stretching.) "Well! That was quite enlightening~"

"Loop?"

"Yes yes, Stardust decided to go for now, didn't trust themself to act rational."

"Aww. . ." (Isabeau awkwardly rubbed his side.) "I can't imagine how he must be feeling."

"Now where have I heared that before." (Odile adds, going back to her own seat.)

"We miss anything?" (It was Nille, she and Bonnie where walking in.)

"Just checked in on Siffrin." (Odile sighs.) "Unfortunatly, the mind craft stuck."

"Crab" (Nille sat down on the ground.)

"Stupid Crabbing mind crab" (Bonnie stormed over to a chair and sat down.)

"Language."

(You laugh.) "You'll never get Bonbon to stop swearing at this rate."

"Oh I will!" (She replied, rolling her eyes.)

"Nuh uh!" (Bonnie stuck out their tongue.)

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!!!"

"Yuh huh or you a stupid face."

"YOU'RE a stupid face!"

"Gasp!! Bonnie! How could you! Your own Sister!"

(You fail to hold in your laughter.)

(Why couldn't ever day be this simple.)

[u-f-e]

One Last Glance

Pairing: astarion x fem!reader, 

WC:3.4k

Content: no y/n mentioned, revival scrolls don’t exist here we live for the angst, minor durge reader, not quite canon to game

Warnings: angst, major character death, self sacrificing, hurt no comfort, some gore, 

Summary: As much as Astarion loves to be nosey, he also knows when best to turn tail and run. You on the other hand have always been stubborn to no end. When one of your nosey adventures doesn't go as planned it’s time the ultimate sacrifice is paid. Curiosity killed the cat and no satisfaction could bring this back.

A/N: hi, this is like my first ever one-shot fic that I've done. and also my first time using tumblr. It's rough its angst and something that I accidentally did in my own game and took inspiration from to pop out this guy. I'm really slow with writing altho I do love it so I'll eventually slowly be adding more stuff. But yeah, hope you like tha angst <3ufe

*** Curse your curiosity. When you had agreed to help Grey with avenging her fallen sister you never thought that it would lead to an underground hidden submersible. You certainly never thought that it would lead to one of Gortash’s underwater prisons. But really you should’ve known better by now. You also should’ve known that jackass Gortash wouldn't believe you when you said you had just been curious. Now you’re here, docked at a prison waiting to explode and your damn saviour complex can’t leave without rescuing everyone. The only problem is you don’t know how long you have till the place goes sky high. You’re stuck in your head, you want to save them, you need to. But this is probably one of the most nerve wracking adventures yet. You don’t know what awaits you beyond the hatch or how long the ticking clock has. You have a feeling it’s not long though. You also don’t want to force your friends and lover into yet another dangerous situation because of your damn curiosity. Your rag-tag group has always managed to get out with just a few scrapes and bruises, but this time you’ve got a bad feeling about it. There’s too many uncalculated variables.

Through the time you’ve been together Astarion has gotten good at being able to tell when you’re stuck in your head. When you’re stuck between two different moral paths. Usually he’s one to take the path of least resistance, usually the one involving retreating. He knows you too well now, he knows you won’t listen, he knows that above all else you feel it’s your duty to save the people within these watery prison walls. Something to do with a way to atone for all that you’ve wronged in your dark past. Knowing this he approached you, a gentle hand finding its place on the small of your back, “we’re not leaving without the prisoners, are we, darling?” 

It was less a question and more a statement. He was giving you the push to make the decision you knew you couldn’t walk away from. “I can’t leave them Star. I can’t leave knowing I’ve just doomed them to a fiery watery death. Yet I can’t guarantee your safety this time. There’s so many things I can’t control. So many unknowns-”

“When have we ever walked away from a challenge, away from you?”

You looked back towards him and then at the rest of the group, they all had small reassuring smiles on their faces. Karlach stood in the back, holding up two thumbs ups, her smile the biggest of all. You smiled back at the group and looked up once more to Astarion. After a beat you gave a nod and turned back to the hatch.

“Okay. We got this”

You don’t got this. As soon as you all descended into the prison the place gave a not so reassuring shake. There were lights flashing everywhere, alarms blaring, water leaking already and the place had a nauseating fishy smell that you feared would be glued to your nostrils for weeks following this. If you made it out of this, that is. Not only all that but you could see guards down almost every hallway.

“Sahuagins, ‘sea devils’, vicious and merciless. Watch yourselves around them” Gale warned from the back of the group. You gave a huff and nod as you ran over plans through your head.

“Okay. We don’t know how long we have in here. We need to be in and out as fast as possible. Get as many people out before the place blows. Preferably everyone. We won’t have the time to kill the sea devils so just try to hold them off as much as possible. Keep them away from the prisoners as I doubt they have the ability to defend themselves. Since we don’t know how long we have I’d suggest we split up. Shadowheart, Karlach, you go left, east. Gale, Lae’zel you go south, straight. That seems to be where a big portion of the fishy guards are, from what I can see. I need you both to find a way to keep them at bay while we get everyone out. Got it?”

Those I named gave curt nods before splitting off. 

“You and I to the right then?” Astarion smiled, reaching a hand towards you.

“Forever and always, remember?” You took his hand as he gave you a grin. His devilish teeth shining beautifully in the dim damp light. With your hands intertwined tightly you both ran off down the right corridor.

Since the moment Astarion first held a knife to your throat you both have worked so well together. You worked like a well oiled machine, being able to immediately tell what the other was planning and work with and off of their actions. It’s what made it so easy for the both of you to connect. Through battle, through messing around, or trauma bonding. The only parts you’ve ever had difficulties is where your stubbornness lies. You always wanted to help people, despite all the complaints Astarion would throw your way. You always ignored him on that front, sticking to your morals. You’d appease him later by the two of you messing with Gale anyways. Knowing this and having him willingly running down the hall with you, opening prison doors as you go, with not a groan or whine in complaint to be heard. It was greatly appreciated. It was just another reason why you knew you’d never be able to leave him after this whole tadpole situation was over. Once the netherbrain was destroyed, Baulder’s Gate restored and Astarion free from any past torturer. It’s one complaint that you knew you’d never back down from if presented with. He was stuck with you now. And you stuck with him.

Finding a lover through all this crazed nonsense was not something he had ever planned. If you had told him before that he’d have a tadpole put in his brain, be free of Cazador, and fall in love with the women he’d threaten in first meeting. He’d tell you you’d gone absolutely mad. Yet here he was, following you down corridors, your lives dangling on a thin wire ready to snap at any moment, as you opted to care for others instead of yourself. As annoying as your stubbornness can be, he wouldn’t say it’s something he hates about  you. In fact it was one of the many reasons that made him love you. Your innate ability to stare down the barrel of danger and smile while saying no to backing down. It was probably the hottest and sexiest thing he’s seen someone do. No, he didn’t hate it. What he did hate was the blatant disregard for your own safety that followed that stubbornness. He’s not one to miss how every adventure the group has gone on you’ve always come out with the brunt of the injuries. Always the one to jump in front of your friends, keep them from getting hurt. 

He’s tried to bring it up in the past but you’ve always brushed it off. A coincidence, you’d say. Yet it’d happen every time. It worried him. You were as much a ticking time bomb in his eyes as much as this prison was. Just one wrong move, one move too late and he'll never get to see that smile again, never hear that laugh. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. This adventure he was determined to get you out of here with the least amount of injuries as possible. 

Usually between the two of you it would be you that would hold off any enemies while Astarion was the one to sneak around completing tasks. This time however Astarion had managed to convince you to allow him to hold off the Sahuagins while you went around and unlocked the cells. Let me tell you, these things were ruthless. You felt bad for the amount of groans you could hear coming from Astarion, despite how hard he’d try to keep them as quiet as possible. Thankfully there weren’t too many cells needing to be opened. Once you’d gathered everyone you rejoined with Astarion and helped him knock the last Sahuagin out for now. 

“Go, get them to the submersible. I’ll follow behind and make sure they stay down and that we don’t lose anyone.”

He paused and looked between you and the knocked creatures, he went to protest but you stopped him with a look. He knew the look. It was the look you gave him when you were being stubborn and would refuse to have your mind changed.

“Fine…. But don’t stray too far behind you hear me?” He gave you his own stern look that you could never say no to. You gave a curt nod then motioned for him to go. He gave you one last glance before turning and motioning for the prisoners to follow him. You stayed back and ushered the group ahead, keeping an eye on the Sahuagins on the ground. Once the last prisoner passed you followed. 

Up ahead you could see Astarion helping the prisoners to get up the ladder. Karlach and Shadowheart having joined them as well. Amongst the prisoners you could even see Wyll’s dad. Good. You owed it to him to get his dad back. You felt bad about Wyll. You had been so focused on some of the other group members and their troubles that you hadn’t even noticed Wyll not acting the same. And now he’s been taken, all because of you. Well at least that’s what you believe. Anyone else, even Wyll, would say that it’s not your fault. You would insist otherwise. You could just start to hear the other’s conversation as you grew near, Gale and Lae’zel joining the centre as well.

“We got everyone from the east. A few entanglements with nets but otherwise everyone is fine and out,” Karlach reported.

“We managed to hold back the large group of Sahuagins for the most part. There were quite a few of them. The hallways have heat sensors we discovered. So the south airlock doors have been sealed. It doesn’t seem like they actually know too much about the mechanisms so the doors should hold them back for now.” Gale huffed out, panting from exhaustion. Lae’zel looked hardly affected by the matter.

“We managed to get everyone from our end!” You informed, as you joined the group.

“Another mission successful it would seem!” Shadowheart smiled.

“Yes, now all that’s left is us. If you would be so kind, I wouldn't mind leaving now. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think water and fire would go too well in our situation right now.” Sarcastic as ever Astarion was. 

Everyone gave a small chuckle and nod in agreement and started heading up the ladder. Maybe you do got this. It was just the two of you left to climb the ladder when Astarion reached over and pulled you to him into a crushing kiss, overcome by a great sense of need. His kisses always took your breath away. He always threw everything into his kisses. All his passion, his love, his adoration. He never left anything to the imagination. You could read every thought, every intention, all his love for you in every single one of his kisses. It was intoxicating and addicting and you could never get enough of it. Through this kiss you could tell every worry he’s had during this whole debacle, every stress, every panic. You could sense his need for this, for the accomplishment, for the kiss itself, and for what would be sure to come later tonight when it’s just the two of you laid in his tent. Not only all that but your lips always just fit so right against his. Your lips, your body, your everything. It was like you were made for him and he was made for you. It felt like an eternity and yet like it wasn’t long enough before the both of you pulled away, breaths heavy with desire and passion. 

“I love you,” he affirmed against your lips.

“And I you,” you pecked his lips once more before motioning to the ladder with your head. 

“Now we must leave, Star. Who knows how much time we have left.”

He gave his one last peck to your lips before pulling away to start his ascension to the submersible. It felt almost too good to be true to Astarion. We were leaving here and he had actually managed to keep you out of trouble. He was quite proud of himself really. He thought it would be almost an impossible task. Yet here it seems to have been done. Now all that's left was to close the hatch and pull away from this gods awful place.

You grinned up at Astarion’s retreating behind as you began to follow him up. Lost in the thrill of possibly getting away from this one unscathed you didn’t hear the gurgling near. Not until you felt yourself get enveloped in a hefty net, trapping you against the ladder. 

“Shit,” you grunted, the weight of the blow winding you slightly. Glancing over you noticed one of the Sahuagins the two of you had knocked out was slowly crawling their way out of the corridor you’d come from. 

“Shit, shit-” you should’ve known things had been going too well. You struggled as you attempted to untangle yourself from the net, feeling like every movement only made the situation worse. You glanced back over to the corridor noticing them getting closer. You couldn’t allow them to get past that door. After a decent amount of struggling you had managed to get one hand free enough to throw a fire bolt down the corridor. The fish watched it fly past before looking back at you. A gurgling sound emanating from its gills, as if it was laughing at you before the corridor erupted in flames and the door sealed shut in its fishy face. You grinned at your accomplishments and proceeded to burn the rest of the net away in annoyance with it. As you began to make your ascent once more you glanced down the east corridor at the worst possible moment. What you saw made you freeze. The bolts holding this place together were beginning to pop from their homes. The constant tremors having caused them to start to come loose. In the seconds it took to realize what was happening you watched as the first explosion began down the far corridor, the place immediately beginning to flood with water. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” Panicked, you started to try to climb faster only to discover a part of your foot still entangled in net that hadn’t burnt away. You looked back towards the explosions and rushing water and you knew. It was all too good to be true. Seconds felt like minutes and those minutes felt like hours as you took one last glance up at Astarion. He had made it up into the submersible and was just turning around to greet you, help you up, when he made eye contact with you and he knew. He knew things were wrong immediately by the look in your eyes. His stomach dropped, his breath and heart stopped. He felt a cold chill run through him as he watched in slow motion as you shot a crossbow arrow at the hinge in the hatch, forcing it to close with you behind. With the hatch closed the submersible went into auto-pilot, pulling itself away from the docking station and starting to make its way home.

“No…” it felt like the world was caught in his throat as he rushed from the hatch to the giant window only in time to see the prison explode, the shockwaves pushing them farther away. Away from you, away from his life, his heart, his everything.

“NO!” He’d barely spoken, barley cried, yet his voice already felt like sandpaper when he screamed for you, screamed your name. It felt like he’d already spent an eternity crying for you, crying your name into the loneliness of the dark night. Yet he still had an eternity to live. An eternity to miss your kiss, your breath, your warmth your touch your heart your loveyourkindenessyourbodyyour…everything.

He could’ve done better, should’ve done better. He should have known something would happen. It never goes this smoothly, this well. He should’ve made you climb up the ladder first. Gods, why didn’t he do that??! Everything felt numb, empty. It was all passing in a blur. It was quiet and cold and then it was loud and musty. He could barely register the arguments around him. Something about betraying a sister? Who’s sister? He doesn't remember anyone having a sister. It was cold, damp, musty,and then it was bright, breezy and still smelt like gods awful fish. He could feel himself being led, by who or what, he’s not sure. He wished they were your hands. He loved your hands. They were so small and soft and yet harsh and strong. They were dainty yet they also showed the years of experience you’ve had, the troubles you’ve been through in life with the many scars that adorned them. They were beautiful. He loved the feel of your touch, whether innocent or sinful, he could never get enough. Were….were. Here he was already thinking in past tense. You’d barely been gone an hour, has it been an hour? Less? More? Yet, he was already changing the way he thought of you. It wasn’t right. None of this was right. Where were you? You should be here. Something’s wrong. Why weren’t you here? Why’s everything so cold? So numb? There was a constant buzzing that he just couldn’t seem to get to go away. What was wrong with him? Where was he? He doesn’t remember how he got here. One moment he was underground the next he was walking the streets of Baulder’s Gate alone searching for you. Where were you? It’s not like you to disappear like this. Surely you’d have told him if you were going any-

He froze. His whole brain and world collapsed when he saw you. You, lying on the beach face down. Where one would be after being washed up on shore. He made a mad scramble down. He could vaguely feel his hands and legs being scraped and and scratch during his descent to the sands but he could hardly care. Not when he could see you, or what was left of you really. He skidded to a kneel beside you, hands immediately going to touch you, turn you over. You were so cold. You’ve never been this cold before, you hated being cold. You were always warm, you were his favourite heater to snuggle. You shouldn’t be this cold, especially to him. He could hardly recognize you. Not an inch of your precious skin could he see that wasn't marred in deep wounds, gashes and blood. Your bones shattered to pieces, broken like fragile porcelain. This wasn’t his love, not as you should be. Yet this is what you were now. This was what was made of you. What your last adventure had done. He hadn’t even realized he was crying until he saw the tears falling from his face onto your’s. It was upon the realization that he was crying that turned it from silent sniffles to violent sobs. Sobs that racked his body. Sobs that echoed for miles on end. Sobs that would haunt anyone who heard, who listened for days to come. They were the cries of a broken man. A shattered man. He’d lost his love, his heart. It was something he’d never be able to get back. Something that would take years, if not an eternity, to overcome. He was to face the hardest challenge of them all. Because you were gone. This was real, this was true. He’d never get to see you again. Never get to experience your touch, your kiss, your laugh, your love, your heart. 

 You got to share one last adventure, one last kiss, one last laugh, one last ‘i love yous’, one last glance before this was your end. 

[lucy90712]

Road to recovery- part 8

Masterlist

Part of me was hoping that the hate would slow down a bit but of course it didn't. Every time I checked any form of social media all I saw was people posting about how much they didn't like me and assuming that I'm only friends with Pablo to gain something. I thought I'd be able to handle the comments but I just can't there has been so many more than I thought there would be and people have said such hurtful things about my appearance and my character. Pablo keeps apologising and asking if I'm ok and I just keep telling him I'm fine which is a bit of a lie but I can tell he already feels bad enough I don't want to make him feel worse by telling him how I really feel. The worst part about it is that everyone seems to be drawing attention to the things I was already insecure about which hasn't helped my mental state at all.

Today though I have a chance to cheer myself up a bit as I have a big check up with my doctor to see how my recovery is progressing. I think it's going pretty good so hopefully he agrees and says something positive as that would really lift my spirits. I've been nervous about the appointment today as well which has really made the last few days even more challenging on my mental health but I'm trying to stay positive as I know wallowing in sadness and anxiety won't do me any good. 

Alonso came to pick me up a bit before my appointment; when I got in the car I expected him to tease me about everything that happened with the game this weekend but he didn't instead he asked if I was ok. I was going to lie to him too but because he's my brother he knows exactly when I'm lying so I had to tell him the truth. It was kind of nice to get all of my feelings off my chest and Alonso was really supportive and gave me some good advice. He's been through things like this before with getting hate for his performances out on track so he told me to just delete the apps off my phone for a bit that way I'm not tempted to look at what people are saying. In fact he stole my phone and did it for me as I think he knew I probably wouldn't do it myself. 

Once I had my phone back I went into the hospital on my own leaving Alonso to wait in the car for me. The wait for my appointment wasn't long at all and then I went in and was immediately taken for some new scans to see how everything was healing. After scans I was subjected to a load of tests on my range of movement, how much weight I could put on my leg and how much pain I was in. The testing was rigorous and honestly quite exhausting as it's been a long time since I've done this much movement with my knee but for the most part it felt good. After I had done everything the doctor left for a while to review it all and look at my scans which left me just staring at the wall hoping to hear good news. Just as I was daydreaming the door opened again and the doctor came back in, his expression was impossible to read which for some reason filled me with a few more nerves.

"Ok Lola things aren't progressing as we would like them too internally you aren't healing as quick as we thought you would and your movement isn't at the range we would expect it to be" he said 

"What does that mean?" I asked holding back tears 

"For now it doesn't mean too much this can happen as we can't always accurately predict how quickly people will recover but we will set another one of these appointments in a few weeks and if we aren't seeing improvement you may need a second surgery so that we can see what's going on" the doctor explained 

"Ok" was all I could manage to say 

"I know this isn't what you wanted to hear but don't let it discourage you if you keep working hard you won't need the surgery" he said 

We scheduled my next appointment and that was as long as I could hold it together. All of my emotions that I'd been holding onto for the last few days came out all at once, as soon as I left the hospital doors I burst into tears and I couldn't do anything to stop them. I made my way back to where Alonso parked but before I could get into the car Alonso had got out and wrapped me in his arms. He tried to get me to stop crying and tell him what was wrong but I just couldn't he tried everything to help me all of which had worked before but today nothing could stop me. Eventually he gave up and let me get in the car so we could go home because right now all I want is to just go home and get to grips with my emotions as I clearly have a lot to process. 

As much as my eyes were filled with tears I could tell that Alonso didn't take the turn to take me back to my place which meant he was going to take me somewhere in hopes of cheering me up. I really didn't want to go wherever it was he was planning to go but I was sobbing too much to tell him to take me home. We went a bit further before the car stopped and I looked round a bit as at first I didn't recognise where we were but then I saw Pablo's house and realised we were just down the street. I should've known Alonso was going to bring me here but this is the last place I want to be I don't want Pablo to see me like this. I knew we said we would help each other out but I know for a fact Pablo is doing better and I know he's in a better place mentally and I don't want to ruin that by projecting my problems onto him that wouldn't be fair. 

Alonso had to practically drag me out of the car and down the road which was rather easy for him as I'm not strong enough to put up too much of a fight. We walked down the street to Pablo's house where Alonso left me to ring the doorbell, part of me was hoping that he wouldn't be in even though he said he had no plans today. Of course after just a few seconds the door opened and I locked eyes with Pablo who straight away rushed over as quick as he could and wrapped me up in his arms. I wanted to stop crying but for some reason I only cried more once I was in Pablo's arms it was like he made me feel safe enough to truly let all of my feelings out. Pablo said a few words to my brother before taking me inside and allowing him to leave. 

Pablo took me to the sofa and allowed me to settle into his embrace with my head buried in his chest so he couldn't see my tear stained and probably red and puffy face. His hand was gently stroking my back trying to calm me down while he whispered comforting words in my ears. It wasn't anything special what he was doing but hearing his words and feeling his hands on me did wonders in helping calm my emotions which I didn't have any control over. As my tears began to slow down Pablo kept rubbing my back and he even wiped some of the tears from my face that he could reach as I was still hiding most of my face. I never would've thought he would be so good at comforting me I mean he's always so hyper and full of energy I never imagined that he'd be any good at keeping calm and radiating that onto others but clearly he is. Once I had completely stopped crying and my breathing was getting back to normal Pablo put a hand under my chin and got me to look at him.

"Can you tell me what's wrong I hate seeing you so upset and I want to help" he said 

"The doctor said my knee isn't healing properly and I might need another surgery if things don't get better" I said still sniffling slightly 

"I'm sorry that sounds awful but that's not the only thing on your mind is it" he probed further 

"No that's it" I lied 

"Don't lie to me please just tell me what's wrong I'll do whatever I can to help and I won't judge you you know that" he said 

Damn why doesn't he have to be able to read me like a book.

"Ok I've been getting a lot of hate since we were seen together at the game and it's been getting to me a bit I thought I could handle it as I'm used to criticism but I can't some people are just so mean" I admitted letting a few more tears fall 

"I knew it was getting to you people on social media are assholes because they don't feel the consequences of what they say but none of what they say is true" he said 

"But they keep talking about how I must be using you or how I don't deserve to even be friends with you which that part is kind of true" I rambled 

"No it's not true I can't even imagine what my life would be like without you I love spending time with you just because you aren't famous doesn't mean you don't deserve to be friends with me and despite what they say I know you aren't using me I know you would never do that" he said 

"And before you say anything all of the things they say about your appearance aren't true either you are beautiful inside and out and they are just jealous" he added 

Hearing him say that put a smile on my face. Pablo has never really complimented me before he's told me my outfit was cool a few times but he's never called me beautiful so hearing it made me feel a lot better about myself. He must've noticed that I was finally smiling again as he told me I looked pretty when I smiled which only made my cheeks heat up but luckily my face was already red from crying so Pablo probably wouldn't have noticed. Although I kind of wish he knew how he made me feel because as time goes on it's getting harder and harder to hide my true feelings from him. 

Pablo's POV

The pain in her eyes just shattered my heart. She's been my rock throughout every step of the way so far so to see her breakdown right in front of me really hurt. This whole time she's been the strong one never letting anything get to her but finally it's caught up with her and part of it's my fault because we got seen together at the game and now people are tearing her apart and one person can only handle so much. I feel so awful that I'm part of the reason she's so upset but knowing that I can be there for her and calm her down makes me feel a bit better. When she arrived she was hysterical and her brother told me he couldn't get a word out of her so he wanted me to try so that's what I did. I'm not very good at keeping myself calm at times let alone other people but I tried my best and after a while of just rubbing her back and whispering to her she calmed down. It felt good to be the one to help her because she's done so much for me that anything I can do to even remotely repay that I'll do in a heartbeat.

Hearing the way she criticised herself as well it pained me. She's the most beautiful and kind person I've ever met so to hear her say that she thought she didn't deserve to be friends with me hurt but what hurt more was to see that those horrible people got to her and made her feel insecure in herself. Throughout the time we've known each other I've always wanted to tell her just how beautiful she is but I've refrained as I know once I open the flood gates there's no going back. Once I start complimenting her I'm scared that I'll let my feelings show but today she needed it so I knew I had to take the risk. Seeing the smile that my compliments gave her made the risk feel worth it though as I'd do anything to keep her smiling 24/7.

Looking into her eyes as she smiled and blushed at my words made me feel some type of way. I've felt something for her since we first met and I've kept those feelings repressed until now but I don't know if I can do it any longer. She's just the most perfect girl I've ever met and I don't want to lose her whether that be to another guy or to the fear of what us being friends might mean for her. I have to tell her how I feel in hopes that as long as she feels the same way it gives her a reason to stick around even when things are tough like they are right now. As scary as it is I have to take the risk. 

[marshallpupfan]

Marshall Merchandise Update - Rescue Wheels Edition™

Slowly but surely, the Rescue Wheels merchandise has been popping up in stores here in the USA. Naturally, I've been keeping an eye out for them, so it's time to show off what I've found so far!

First off, I decided to put a background on my monitor again, just to spruce things up. I also attempted some better lighting by using a lamp instead of my camera's flash. Some pics still came out a bit iffy, so I apologize.

In any case, here's the first piece of Rescue Wheels merchandise I got! Nearly a whole month ago, in fact. I seen it listed on Amazon and figured why not go for it, since stores here in the USA were taking a long time to get them.

The vehicle, itself... it's not my favorite, I'll say that. It's just shaped a little too box-like, but the flame graphics are cool, even if they are just stickers. Strangely, the ladder water cannon on the back doesn't move at all. If anything, I do like the figurine. Not the best, but I still like it.

Next, the usual plush doll, which we always seem to get upon each new subseries or movie. They decided to go back to the old style, which is kind of a shame, since I liked what we got for The Mighty Movie and Jungle Pups better. It just looked cuter, imo. Ah well.

Now that's one cool-looking pup. Super cute! 😎

Next, a new "Pup Squad Racer" vehicle! With not-so-good lighting that I didn't notice until I upload these pics. I probably should've put it on something to get more of that background in the shot. Also, ignore the dust under the monitor... I forgot to get rid of that. 😅

As you can see, this is yet another one of those smaller vehicles. I'm fully convinced these are indeed meant to be replacements for those True Metal vehicles... which is perhaps for the best, since the last few we got were kind of cheap. These are a nice alternative.

Unlike the True Metal vehicles, the pup's head is a lot bigger, so it's a bit more detailed and nicer. I dare say it's pretty cute! And...

...Hey, wait a minute. Who's big tires are those? That doesn't look like Marshall's vehicle...

Wait...

Is it...?

BOOMER??

That's right! Boomer, the villain pup of Rescue Wheels, got his own figurine and vehicle! I'll admit, that's quite rare, since PAW Patrol villains rarely ever get merchandise of any kind. It's only happened a few times in the past.

If you remember that character spotlight post I made of Boomer, then you might also recall that I became quite a big fan of this pup after watching Rescue Wheels! Thus, when I heard he was getting his own toy, I knew I had to have it. Admittedly, I think his vehicle turned out a bit nicer than Marshall's. Don't tell anyone I said that.

His figurine's also nice, if you ask me. Even as a toy, this pup looks quite cool... and cute! I'll certainly have to add this somewhere to my Marshall collection. He'll go nicely next to Claw. Two of my favorite villains, hanging out. We just need this in the cartoon now! lol

Oh, by the way, if anyone's interested in one of these, know that they're exclusive to Walmart (at least, here in the USA). They also made one for Roxi, which I believe is exclusive to Target. Just an FYI.

But wait... that's not all! Even more surprising than the vehicle...

Boomer also got a plush doll! Wow, you really lucked out, Boomer! At this point, I'm hoping the kids asks their parents for these and his figurine & vehicle... that way, Spin Master will see him as popular and we'll see him again someday soon. Hey, let me dream. lol

That is also one cool-looking pup! Boomer! Boomer! Boomer!!! 😁

Alright, that's all for now. And a good thing, too... after all these purchases, my poor wallet is probably screaming at me again. Too bad I'll likely make one or two more soon, since Rescue Wheels got its own batch of mini-figurines in mystery boxes, of course. Sadly, Boomer didn't get included in that, else Marshall wouldn't be the only one I'd be tracking down. It's still crazy to see him get what he did though! Man, if only Claw got his own plush doll instead of Sweetie...

So... what's next? I wonder how much longer until we start to see merchandise of Air Rescue? Then again, the USA hasn't even aired Rescue Wheels yet, so no doubt it won't be until next year. Good... that gives my wallet plenty of time to recover. lol

[airenyah]

Get to Know Me Tag :)

was tagged by @telomeke, @ranchthoughts, and @callipigio <3

do you make your bed?

not usually. both in my room at my parent's flat and now in my own flat as well i don't have a couch to hang out on and so i tend to spend a lot of time in my bed during the day bc it's more comfortable there. why make my bed in the morning if i mess it up soon enough anyway? i'll only make my bed when i'm trying to feel/look neat (like for example when people who i don't really know come over)

what's your favourite number?

23! elementary school me was veeery creative in choosing this number.... (my birthday is on a 23rd) anyway this number stuck with me and now it's just part of my personality hahaha

what is your job?

i'm a uni student and i don't have a "fixed" job where i'm employed and get money every month, but i have been working at a specific theater every summer since 2022. this year i'm actually the official assistant director. the rehearsals haven't properly started yet, but i've already one or the other task for it. can't wait for june when we're finally starting with the rehearsals!!!!!!!

if you could go back to school, would you?

depends... compulsory schooling that they make you go through from age 6 to age 15?? HELL NO. adult education? catch me taking 434353 courses on 434353 things

can you parallel park?

i don't have a driver's license

a job you had that would surprise people?

i haven't had many jobs in my life and none of them seem very surprising tbh? if you know me, at least i've worked as a graphic designer before, but i don't see how that would be surprising. also, i'm sure that i've mentioned this a few times in my tag ramblings

do you think aliens are real?

i don't think aliens are real but i also don't think aliens are not real. basically, i don't think aliens exist in the way they are depicted in movies, but if nasa came up to me and told me they found some sort of life somewhere else in the universe i'd be like "yeah i'll believe that". the universe is so vast, so it wouldn't surprise me if there really is something out there, but i don't really think about it tbh

can you drive a manual car?

as i said, i don't have a driver's license. but if i did, the answer would be yes. bc as a european you WILL be taught to drive a manual car at driving school. you could also choose to learn how to drive an automatic car, but that's really the exception to the rool. besides, idk what it's like in other countries, but in austria you're allowed to drive manual cars only if you got your license with a manual car. so getting your license with an automatic car limits your options quite a lot

what's your guilty pleasure?

i don't really feel guilty about my pleasures?? i don't always tell people that i'm really into thai bl, but that's less about feeling guilty and more of a "know your target audience" kind of thing.

tattoos?

nope. my brother has a couple of tattoos and he'd love it if i got one (i think he'd like to have a matching tattoo with me), but i can't do needles. but if i ever did get a tattoo, it would probably be something related to sicily. my brother actually has a tattoo of the trinacria

favorite color?

a really shiny dark blue and a really shiny darker red!

favorite type of music?

uhhhh.... good question?? i grew up listening to classical music and i still really like it, but i don't really listen to it anymore. these days i listen to pop music quite a lot? but that's also a very hit and miss for me, bc i tend to get overwhelmed easily with pop music. idk, just show me a song of any genre of music and i'll tell you if i like this particular song or if i dislike it my playlists tend to be full of song i have some kind of emotional connection too, though! so for example, songs that have been in series/movies that i watched or songs that my loved one's have/had in their playlists and that remind me of them, etc...

do you like puzzles?

i don't dislike puzzles, but it's not something that i would think to spend my time with

any phobias?

spiders!! i've had a phobia of spiders all my life. it's gotten a little better now, and how freaked out i am really depends on the size of the spider, where it is, if it's moving, and also how i'm feeling that day. the worst thing that could happen is a spider touching me in any way, so as long as i have enough distance between me and the spider and the spider is stationary, i'm good. i really dislike spiders right above my head, though i also have a phobia of needles. when i was 12 i had to get my blood drawn when i was sick once and i had a panic attack (or something along those lines). i've tried to avoid needles as best as i could ever since... and as a child i also had a fear of vomit. people vomiting still makes me uncomfortable, but at least i no longer run away and hide behind the door of my room hahaha

favorite childhood sport?

i've never been really athletic but i liked swimming!

do you talk to yourself?

in my own flat when i'm all by myself? yeah!

what movies do you adore?

der schuh des manitu is my problematic fave <3 apart from that, i also adore stardust and tangled and the emperor's new groove and i'm also up for marathoning high school musical, how to train your dragon, pirates of the carribean (1-3), and lord of the rings (extended edition of course) at any given point in time

coffee or tea?

tea!!!!! i LOVE tea!!!!! i had a cup of tea only an hour ago!!!! i'm not big on coffee, apart from a cappucino every once in a while which i also only drink when i'm in italy bc i just don't like it enough to spend 3-4€ on it in austria. coffee flavored things are mostly fine, but coffee as a beverage? not a big fan

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

i don't remember the first thing i wanted to be that wasn't a suggestion by my parents. possibly an actress????

tagging @newyearknwwme @moonkhao @visualtaehyun @celestial-sapphicss @cornflowershade @dimplesandfierceeyes @wack-overflow

as always, feel free to ignore!

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.71 Derailed

When we got to Chi Chi's, Karmine hadn't gotten home yet, and I was relieved. She was a sweet kid and all, but man could she talk. I probably wouldn't have made it out once she cornered me. Ha, and now that she was a teenager, she probably had even more to say and gave Chi Chi a run for her money. Bless that child. I left from there and went immediately to Gilbert Gardens, feeling only 8% guilty that I didn't stop at Dad's. He would ask great questions and try to help me talk through it, but this was something I needed to do on my own. Sophia and I had many discussions about the future, and I sensed the urgency to seriously consider our next steps, especially since she had been prepared for quite some time. I was too, in theory, but that was the problem. My next move needed to come from the heart, not from panic or pressure. I wanted to make my request confidently, with a clear conscience and a pure heart.

A man I'd never seen before interrupted my thoughts. He looked pretty young, maybe fresh out of high school. His super light eyes struck me, and I halfway believed they were real. Gray wasn't an unusual color, but they seemed to glow against his dark skin.

"Excuse me," he said. "Sorry to bother you. I'm Wade."

"Luca. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, same here. Look, this is my first time here, and I have a few hours to kill. Would you mind suggesting a few things to do around here?"

Ah ha! He was a tourist. Of course, I didn't know everyone in San Sequoia, but I usually saw the same sims everywhere.

"It's your first time in San Sequoia?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Well, welcome. I love it here. Hoping to move back soon. But sure, I can help you out."

"Thanks! I appreciate that."

So much for my thoughtful walk. Did I really need it, though? I loved Sophia. Everyone loved Sophia, and I already considered her my family. When I thought about the future, she was all I saw. She and the rest of our family. What was there to think about? It's not like I needed to decide if I wanted to be with her forever. I just needed to do it. There was no such thing as the right time, and knowing Sophia, I didn't need to craft an elaborate plan. Just ask, and let the chips fall.

With that out of the way, my mind, and calendar, were free to help this guy. He was fortunate to approach me because he wouldn't find a bigger fan of San Sequoia.

"Actually, I have some time," I said. "I could show you a few of my favorite spots, if you want."

Those super bright eyes of his seemed to glow even brighter.

"Would you? That would be incredible!"

"Of course. How long are you here for?"

"Just for the day. Gotta catch the evening train."

"Where to?"

"Brindleton Bay."

"Oh, nice. I've never been, but my mom used to live there."

Wade shrugged dismissively.

"It's an okay place. I'm originally from Henford, and moving to BB had it's challenges. I posted a video about it on my SimTube channel."

"You're on SimTube? That's kinda crazy because I just started a channel. What are your videos about?"

"Some of them are personal vlogs, but I also do a series listing the top things to see in different towns. Maybe I'll do one about San Sequoia. What about you? What are your videos about?"

Wow, this guy seemed heavy into SimTube. He probably had thousands of followers and made all kinds of money. Maybe we could stay in touch, and he could teach me a thing or two about growing my channel.

"Uhh, heh, well, I've only done one so far, but I'm a yoga instructor. I do simple routines that anyone can follow and learn. So, I take it you travel a lot?"

"Not as much as I plan to. I've only covered Henford and Batuu so far. I'm currently working on one for Brindleton Bay, but like I said, the place is going to take some getting used to. The entire town smells like fish!"

"Eww. Really?"

Mama didn't talk about her single life much, but I think I'd remember her saying her city smelled like fish. I'd have to ask her about that.

"I think most places have their own set of challenges, though," I continued. "Like, I recently moved to Oasis springs. I love how it's warm all the time, but man is it dusty!"

He threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh.

"Dust might be just as bad as fish!"

"It might be! Which is worse: a constant bad smell or feeling like you're dirty all the time?"

Wade was so animated and fun to watch. My question made his face wrinkle up as if the whole world suddenly reeked of fish.

"Okay, you win! Filth is the absolute worst!"

His outfit was so sleek and fancy, it was clear he liked things neat. He also looked pretty fit, so I knew what our first activity had to be.

"You workout, Wade?"

"Most definitely! Gotta look good for the ladies, right?"

"Absolutely!"

We vibe'd well, and I liked him. I bet he'd be really fun to party with.

"Nah, but seriously," he said, "my dad's obsession with fitness has rubbed off on me. Oh, and you can call me Dub. Most sims do."

I grinned at the thought of us becoming friends.

"Okay, Dub. You ready for a scenic run?"

"I stay ready!"

Your eyes have not deceived you. THEE Wade "Dub" Banks from @mysimsloveaffair's The Banks Dynasty is in the building! Thanks so much for letting me borrow him and spark this amazing friendship.

If you don't know Dub, check out her story! It's one of my favorites.

Also...I guess him meeting Luca officially puts aDOLTing in the Pierson Cinematic Universe! Dub is Kai's oldest son, the one who climbed with Nate on Mt. Komorebi.

[666writingcafe]

Barbatos' Birthday Surprise (Part Four)

August 22

To say that I'm nervous would be an understatement. I don't know if I've ever fretted this much over what I was going to pack for a weekend away in my entire life. Of course, some of my anxiety has probably been ramped up by Asmo, who's been hovering all week and believing that I need his input, but that doesn't explain all of it.

The truth is, I don't want to disappoint or embarrass Barbatos. I know what Satan said about him acting differently at metal concerts, but he only got that information from other people. For all I know, they may have been lying, and Barbatos actually remains subdued, and I really cannot afford to look like a fool in front of him. It may be a weekend away, but both of us still have reputations we have to uphold.

"MC." Lucifer's voice snaps me out of my mental spiraling. "Barbatos just told me he was on his way to pick you up. I think it might be best if you head downstairs so that you're ready when he arrives. I'll carry your suitcase."

"Lucifer?" I ask as he steps inside my room and grabs the suitcase handle. "Do you think I've made a mistake?"

"Regarding this particular trip, no. Being away from all this for a few days will benefit both of you." He begins walking away, but then pauses and turns back around. "It might comfort you to know that Barbatos has been talking to me about this trip pretty much nonstop since you gave him his early birthday present. I've not seen him this excited about something since the last Three Realm Tea Exposition, and that was centuries ago." Lucifer pauses. "Of course, it may have less to do with the concert itself and more to do with the fact that he gets to spend uninterrupted time with you. He's grown rather fond of you."

~~~

"Nice car." These are the first words that come out of my mouth as soon as I'm alone outside with Barbatos. While part of me wishes I could have been more eloquent in that moment, the car truly shocked me. I never would have expected him to show up in a sleek black convertible, let alone one that looks straight out of the 1950s.

"It was gifted to me many years ago by a human sorcerer," Barbatos replies as he opens the passenger door for me. Once we're both in the car, he adds,

"Before you ask, no, it wasn't Solomon. His gifts are far less tasteful." I snort in amusement. "I'm glad someone finds that funny."

"Was I not supposed to?"

"You're fine, MC. Don't think I took offense, because I didn't. I'm just over Solomon's so-called presents." He starts the car and begins driving away from the House. "One time, he got me a taxidermied rat for Christmas."

"Okay, that's messed up. If I know that you despise rats, then Solomon most definitely should."

"It was dressed up as a butler. At least, that's what he told me. It's not like I studied the damn thing. I ended up chucking it in the fireplace as soon as I realized what it was."

"That must have upset Solomon, assuming that you threw it in front of him."

"Oh, it upset him, alright. He wouldn't talk to me for a few days."

"Serves him right. I mean, what was he expecting you to do, turn cartwheels over the idea of having a beady-eyed rat staring at you?" I glimpse a faint smile on Barbato's lips.

"Believe it or not, some of Solomon's friends thought I was overreacting."

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. His behavior gets worse when he spends time with shady people."

"Which accounts for basically everyone he chooses as company. In fact, I'm a little surprised he likes you as much as he does." Okay...did not expect that.

"Really?"

"It's not a knock against you. Quite the opposite, actually. You have a strong moral compass. He doesn't." He pauses as we reach a red stoplight. Once it turns green, he resumes speaking.

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression of Solomon. At the end of the day, he's more often on the side of good than evil. However, he can be easily influenced into causing chaos, which gets him in a lot of trouble."

"Like Mammon?"

"Yes and no. Mammon doesn't always think before he acts. Solomon does."

"I see." I really did not anticipate him revealing this much information. I thought we'd just talk about our trip and maybe get to know each other a little bit, but this...this is new. I don't want to make Barbatos uncomfortable, but at the same time I like this candid side of him. It makes him more relatable. Softer, even.

"Anyway, the point is, I thought that Solomon would take advantage of you being his apprentice, but he seems genuinely interested in teaching you, which is good for him. He needs someone like you to help keep him focused. In a way, so does everyone else."

"Even you?" The question escapes my lips before I can fully register the thought in my head. Unsurprisingly, Barbatos doesn't answer. I pushed him too far.

Dammit.

In an attempt to hide my embarrassment, I turn my head towards the window and passively watch as we drive past different buildings and trees.

At least it's early enough in our trip that we can still enjoy ourselves later.

Doesn't help me out now, but still.

~~~

I don't remember drifting off, but I'm nevertheless jolted awake by the car stopping. Glancing out the window reveals that we're parked in front of a convenience store. I wonder if Barbatos got thirsty or something. In any case, it's a good opportunity for me to stretch, so I get out of the car and begin doing exactly that.

"Everything okay?" The question startles me, as I was not expecting Barbatos to be done so soon.

"Yeah," I respond. "My muscles were just starting to tighten up, that's all." Barbatos nods his head.

"Well, I wasn't sure how hungry you would be, so I grabbed you a couple of things." He hands me a plastic bag containing a sandwich, a banana, and a bottle of water. "All human-friendly."

"Thanks." I grab the sandwich first, which is in a brown paper sleeve. As I take the sandwich out of the sleeve, I end up pulling out a folded-up piece of paper along with it.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be awake when I finished, so I left you a little note," Barbatos explains. I bite into the sandwich before unfolding the note and reading it.

MC,

I apologize for not answering your question earlier. It caught me off guard, and I didn't want to sound jumbled in my reply. I was able to think about it, however, and I was reminded of when I helped you study for your speechcraft exam. Specifically, what you had said to me as you were charming me.

To put it simply, I do need you. Maybe not as much or as intensely as the others, but still. You help me relax in a way that no one else has ever been able to. I feel calm around you.

[allthatmay]

Two shanksace AUs, hot off the press:

Reincarnation AU??

gosh Shanks struggling under the weight of having a Second Chance to "do things right" in a new life

Maybe there's tension between him feeling obligated to pursue relationships that failed before, while maybe not recognizing that those things could have followed their natural course and still ended up where they did

OOOOO the AU could also change drastically depending on whether shace was established in their previous life, or if things strictly followed canon!!

Pirate Radio AU!!

Yes!!!!

I know you suggested it but I'd love to hear more thoughts there

the creativity/artistry really suits them both so much... Plus, the renegade swagger!! Shanks in some kind of loudly-patterned blazer, stubble, & colored glasses, as he sizes up the newest addition to their operation........ yes!!

This is longer than intended. Forgive me?? (Or not.)

Reincarnation AU

Okay, omg. Like you say, there's so many ways a Shanks reincarnation AU could go, so the whole idea is pretty exciting. A Shanks/Ace reincarnation AU in particular? Oh-ho!!!! So many possibilities, and yet I've never really considered it before.

I think you could write it two ways? One where Shanks dies after meeting Ace (he would find the reversal in their age gap hilarious!!!), and one where Shanks dies before they meet. Maybe he dies from blood loss after saving Luffy? Traumatising, lol. But that's potentially where I'd start, and go from there.

As for the kind of people he'd be born to, I think it'd be fucking hilarious if he was a Celestial Dragon (especially considering people speculate this about his birth anyway). Just some vague ideas:

During childhood, he'd take advantage of his position to find out incriminating military secrets he'd previously been unable to discover, including personal secrets. Just for funsies!!! (And, you know, blackmail.)

He doesn't stick around with his parents, setting sail as soon as he can fend for himself. I think he would, at first, go to Rayleigh. He can't go to Buggy—he wouldn't be quite helpful enough—and he can't go to Garp or Whitebeard (what if he makes him his son????) So, he spends a few years with Rayleigh (working with Dragon during this time) until he's 18ish, maybe?

He sets sail alone, seeking out Luffy, who of course ate the Gum Gum Fruit. That's how he meets Ace, who is reminded of another runaway high-born he knows, and invites Shanks to join his crew. Which, well, why not? He's Luffy's brother and son of the Pirate King. What better way to be in the centre of the action.

What's going on in the background? Why is Ace still alive? Well, Shanks' death was so traumatising for Luffy, and then Sabo's, that he became so terrified of Ace dying, he got incredibly protective. No way was he letting Ace hunt down Blackbeard, especially not when he finds out Whitebeard didn't strictly permit it. This is also assuming the timeline moves more slowly, which it does, because I say so, so there.

Having said all of that, I also totally think Shanks would try to make amends in his old relationships just by being a better person for them (and totally burns himself out doing so). However it goes, you're so right in that Shanks would totally struggle with the idea of getting another chance (because he's a fucking martyr who wants to fix everything). I do think a timeline where Shanks/Ace were previously a thing could be interesting, but I'm not as certain how I'd do that. (Probably I'd have Ace born earlier, while Roger's alive.)

(Also, Shanks would call himself, like, Stabby, as homage to Shanks. Or he gets Rayleigh to name him.)

Pirate Radio AU

This idea is underdeveloped but I love it. It just works for them/their relationship, and fits snugly with the OP universe. I imagine secret radio stations transmitted through specifically bred Den Dens. I'd prefer to write it that way than to write an modern AU simply because Den Dens are fun! (As you well know, Chromo... 👀)

So, the backstory would be like OP, just: Roger is considered the king of pirate radio. After his death, Shanks follows his lead and creates his own station, broadcasting from a ship, so he's harder to catch, of course. And, yes, Luffy and Ace join him when they're old enough!

"Shanks in some kind of loudly-patterned blazer, stubble, & colored glasses..." YES, exactly. I think Ace would be so, like, dazed by him, and angry about it. Then Shanks starts letting him choose songs, and dedicates songs to him, and they get more and more ridiculous in their outrageous, musical flirting, until one of the others (Benn, probably) plays a very passive aggressive song about it. Or something.

Also, love the idea of them running a timeslot together, only to get caught flirting live on air. (Or, having sex in the booth and accidentally broadcasting it. Oh, god.)

When they're not aggressively flirting, they're pissing off the government, of course, who are meticulously censoring all music. Maybe while sailing, they seek the legendary scores of Joy Boy, the first true pirate radio host, lol.

This was fun!! Thanks Chromo!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[tiredfoxtf]

From the Notes of Dr. C. Puffy

Dsmp fanfiction. Rated: G. Characters: Captain Puffy, Fundy, Awesamdude (mentioned) Description: We found and transcribed a series of notes from recently declared missing practicing psychologist Dr. C. Puffy. At first we didn't think much of it, but she was putting down on paper some crucial information we couldn't get before. Highly related to missing persons case we are investigating since 2021.

[Transcribed documents were found in Dr. C. Puffy’s office after her disappearance around 17th of January. Attachment to a case 01-12-34-09 of mysterious disappearances. Transcription begins.]

A new patient came in today in what I can only describe as a "mildly concerning" condition. Had a nightmare, a sleepless night, you know, the usual. But something in his face was… off. I can't quite put a pin on what exactly, but it was like he lost a chunk of life overnight. I had him for a couple months, we worked on his family related trauma. He had nightmares before, mostly related to his mother's disappearance, but he never looked like this. Of course I tried to talk with him about it, but he was avoiding the topic like the plague. Which is, notably, very strange coming from him. He never had a problem with cooperation after a couple initial weeks of our sessions. I've put a pin on that and changed the topic. Hopefully, he will be willing to talk next time.

He wasn't, unfortunately. He came in today looking even worse than last time. The "haven't had a good night sleep in a week" type of "worse". The nightmares were reoccurring every night and it was visible. They did numbers on him, he suddenly looked a few years older. I could have sworn there were more white streaks in his red hair. And his eyes… his eyes were so much darker and with those deep eyebags under they seemed even more black. He had hazelnut eyes, they almost seemed yellow sometimes. Now they looked so dark and empty that it was hard to tell where the pupil was. But he still didn't want to talk about what scared him in those nightmares. I prescribed him some sleeping pills.

He stormed into my office mid panic attack today. I do not wish to describe my patients' breakdowns, even for personal notes, but it was the worst breakdown he had in months since we unlocked some of his repressed memories. And boy, it was not pretty. I have no idea how he managed to find my office in this state, but he's lucky he did. Even after his panic was over, he continued to cry. I almost left to get some tea for him and myself, but he gripped my wrist like it was the only thing that kept him from breaking down again. It probably was. I didn't ask about the nightmares today, because, well, obvious reasons. He did talk about that fear he got recently about being followed. He said that he would go somewhere and he would get that feeling that someone is right behind him, but as soon as he turns around it goes away. Apparently now all he does is turns around every minute or so to check. He says that as soon as his vision starts to get a black tint, that's when he has to turn. Whatever that means. He said that on his way to my office no matter how much he turned the black tint wouldn't go away, was afraid that it would get him or he'll go blind or something. I made a show of being calm and said something about his anxiety and sleep deprivation from nightmares. Not sure if he bought it. This whole thing left me puzzled, no amount of studying at university or practicing could've prepared me for that. I did request him to go give some blood tests for anemia or something that would explain black outs in his vision. And I sat reading medical papers on sleep disorders with nightmares and severe anxiety, but nothing that would fit. I will have to wait for his next visit.

Today he was supposed to come, but after fifteen minutes of waiting I knew something was wrong. He was never late, usually even early, especially as of late. And he wouldn't miss the seance without telling me. So, I started calling. I managed to reach him on the thirteenth call after a moderate amount of pacing around my table. I can't express enough the amount of relief I felt after I finally heard his voice. As usual squeaky, but a bit deeper than normal. Turns out I woke him up from something that was over a 24 hours sleep. Which is quite frankly insane going from "almost no sleep" to "sleep through the entire day". He said he'll come next week.

I thought at first that the 26 hours sleep incident meant that his nightmares had stopped. Well, at least it was my hope until I saw him at my office today. Although he did look less sleep deprived, his eyes were still so heavy and tired and he still looked 10 years older than he was supposed to. First thing he asked me to turn my table light on, which I did and he stared at it. He was staring at it through the full session, but he was finally ready to talk about his nightmares. It was a strange experience when he started talking. All I could look at was his eyes. His black-black eyes, that should not be black. Nobody’s eyes are that dark. And yet I was staring, but it didn’t bother him, like he couldn’t see me. He was very descriptive of them, I almost felt like I was there, in his house, his dark house in the middle of the night. It was so cold in there, like the heating wasn’t on. The only sound that I could hear was the clock downstairs. It’s not a big grandfather clock, no Fundy never had that money. Not that he liked those clocks anyway, they actually scared him. And they were ticking so loud. I knew that as soon as it struck midnight I was going to be hunted. By shadows. The shadows are going to swallow me whole. I need a light. Anything. I would go through the drawers, try light switches, tap the phone in futile attempts to get any light in this dark flat. Nothing. Fundy doesn’t keep a lighter or matches (they remind him of his father and how he used to smoke), even his stove is electric and all electronics are dead. I tried to open a window but… behind it was void. I don’t mean like it was night, no, I mean there was Nothing. Completely dark. As if this flat existed in another dimension by itself. The longer I looked into the void, the more helpless I’d feel, the more meaningless everything seemed. The more… welcoming shadows became. My time is up, it’s midnight. It took me a moment to realize that I was in my office and not in that weird void dimension dreamscape. Fundy- my patient was still looking at the lamp. What he said next sent shivers down my spine: “It’s so painful to die there, but the more that happened the more I found it comforting”. It was the moment when I realized that what I took as a trick of the light was real. It’s not just his iris that is too dark, the sclera is a few shades too black as well.  When he was going he said “you need to change your lights, everything is so dim”. The lights were as bright as always. I don’t think he realized that it’s his eyes that got darker. 

Fundy wasn’t responding to my calls. I don’t know why I decided to go to his apartment complex. But once I stood in front of the door to his flat there was no way back. Again, I don’t know what I was thinking entering the damn flat when I realized it wasn’t locked. I don’t know why I didn’t call him. I remember thinking how darn cold and dark it was. Of course it's the end of December, it’s supposed to be cold and dark, but I stood there in Fundy’s flat in my coat and was getting chills. I took out my phone and proceeded to the bedroom, now I don’t know why I knew where his bedroom is, but I just did. And there he was. Sitting on his bed. His eyes were black. I mean all of it was black. Sclera, iris and pupil were one at this point. Like two droplets of ink. Rather two small ink lakes. I called him. He turned to me and… His eyes were all black but I knew he was staring at me. The whole room was staring at me. The shadows were staring, but they couldn’t reach me. Because of the light of my phone. He tilted his head and squinted like he tried to take a better look at me. And that’s where he said “Dr. Puffy? Come here so I could see you”. And that was it for me, I booked it for the door, immediately. But I wasn’t safe yet, they were following me, I got into my car and drove to my office. And I don’t know, okay, I don’t know why I drove to my office instead of home. But this place seems… safer. I should consider living here for a while. I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know what that was, a curse, a haunt or whatever else, all I know is that it was real. Too real. It was that feeling, the very same feeling of looking into the abyss, when I looked into Fundy’s empty eyes. Like life was meaningless. I shouldn’t sleep tonight.

I was researching on the internet. Well, more like reading threads on old forums and Reddit, trying to find anything similar to what happened to Fundy. Or even why. What’s weird is that I couldn’t find anything on Fundy himself. And I know for a fact that Fundy was on the internet a lot, he did freelance coding and even had a YouTube channel and I know because he showed it to me. But when I tried to find it- it was just gone, like it never existed. And he did Not delete his channel. There should have been something left, but there was absolutely nothing. I had his photo on my phone in contacts. But both the contact and the photo just disappeared into thin air. I asked a person from the next door, I think the name was Sam, if he remembered Fundy, described him. I knew that before all of that started, Fundy and he got along somewhat well, and saw them talking a couple times. He looked at me really hard, visually trying to remember. He said he doesn’t know him, but there’s a weird feeling he should. 

I’m still trying to piece it all together. I sleep a lot less and when I do, it’s in the office. I haven’t been home in a few days. I didn’t dream of the shadows or the abyss, so that’s reassuring. But all I got - the abyss took all of him to itself. Which is not rational by any means, but the only explanation I can think of. Why haven’t I forgotten is another question I don’t know the answer to. My other patients don’t look at me weird at least.

I stare every hour at the bathroom mirror, I try to find even a hint that my eyes start to go black, but nothing. However the longer I look the weirder my own reflection is to me. I don’t really recognize myself and the dark circles under my eyes are not part of it, it feels like I’m missing something. Right on my head, there should be something heavier than just my hair. And my eyes shouldn’t be this round. I don’t know why. 

There are tiny horns on my head. And my pupils are more… horizontal. How interesting. 

I want to know. I need to know. Knowledge is guidance. His name was Fundy Soot.

I broke a mirror and went right through it. :)

[End of the transcript]

[Case additional note: We can confirm that someone named Fundy Soot indeed existed at some point in this reality. We found him in the birth records in the archives of the Astral Library, along with some attached photos. We also asked the person named Sam Dude, who did work next to Dr. C. Puffy about her, the mirror and showed him the photos - in that order. He confirmed that he didn’t see her exit the building in the last week or so before the disappearance. He confirmed the broken mirror, and found it strange. The photos caused him severe discomfort, mild vertigo and a migraine. He couldn’t recognize Fundy Soot from the picture, but kept repeating “how” out loud. Overall those notes shed some light on a series of mysterious disappearances without a trace of existence. Although we don’t really know what happened to the likes of Fundy. Nor what happened to Dr. Puffy herself. All of it is very interesting, isn’t it?]

[parkkiablah]

Not sure if I've asked this already .

But could you do a request with Halsin x Female Drow Tav . Or Zevlor X Female Drow Tav . Or Zevlor X Halsin X Female Drow Tav Which ever pair you see this fits better .

maybe tav is insecure & alittle stand offish & very afraid to any romantic relationship because of how people view drow ? Shes liked the men and stolen glances every so often and made sure that if they needed anything thay they have it . She gets hurt but hides it at the tiefling party until either one ( or both if that makes it easier ) sees her off to herself at her own tent ( which she's pitched away from everyone else's) . Getting bandages and healing potions signaling she is hurt but is going to try to heal her wounds herself . (She's a Rouge)

I understand completely if this is too much to ask .

(Thank you so much for the request!! I hope this fits what you were looking for and you enjoy reading 🧡

I went with Halsin x Tav, as I haven't written anything for him yet :3 and yes, I am aware that healing spells don't neccessarily require undressing first, but I just went with it for the sake of the story )

I've had worse. (Halsin x Drow Tav)

If you heard 'I never expected help from one of your kind.' again today you would probably jump in that persons face and claw their eyes out. Not seriously but metaphorically.

You were standing at your camp and the tieflings and Halsin had joined your camp for tonight. Of course you were glad to see them happy and enjoying the night, but you couldn't let your friends do the talking for you as you usually did.

Being aware of the judgement people held for drow you aren't surprised by their reaction, but being kind wasn't so easy, when the injury on your leg made you feel worse every second.

You are aware you could just let Halsin take a look at it and it would probably be done in a few moments, knowing he is quite skilled with healing. Yet your own mind got in the way of that idea.

You had been insecure about being a drow. People were not fond of your kind and you couldn't even be mad about it. Many drow did unspeakable things and it's no wonder to you while people despised them.

You had talked to most people in camp and you seriously had to clean your wound soon. Stuffing a healing potion in your bag, thinking no one saw you, you planned on retreating to your tent, which was away from the other ones.

A small wince escaped you as you took a step and you deeply hoped the others were to focused on their conversations to notice.

But Halsin did notice. He had been stealing just as many glances at you, than you been at him. He won't let you be in pain, so the second he sees you wince and grab healing potions he already knew it.

When you had managed to get to your tent without another misplaces step you sat down immediately, leaning back for a second to take a breath while your eyes closed.

"Let me see your injury.", you heard Halsin's voice and you nearly jumped, not expecting anyone here.

Your eyes were on him instantly as he kneeled down next to you.

"It's nothing, no worries.", you said, still not giving in even though the pain made you already feel dizzy.

"I can see the pain on your face even with you trying to hide it. Let me help you, just like you helped me out of that goblin camp."

He was right and you knew that. Still you were hesitant, especially with the wound on your leg meaning you'd have to undress in front of him.

But as much as you wanted to keep arguing that you were fine, you already knew he wouldn't just leave.

You sighed and started removing your pants, your face heating up just knowing his eyes were on you.

When his eyes were on your wound they widened.

"You really planned to tend to this alone?", he said shocked as his hand ghosted on your leg, healing spells soothing your pain.

"I've had worse. And not many are willing to help my kind."

You avoided your eyes, trying to keep your mind off of the feeling of his fingertips on your thigh.

When your wound closed you felt his hand rest on your thigh were your injury had been.

"Next time you are injured please come to me immediately.", he said making you look at him, worry visible on his face. "Promise it, please."

His eyes locking with yours and you couldn't help feeling small under his gaze. Not just that he himself was huge, but the intensity of his gaze was even adding to it.

"Okay.. I promise.", you said quietly and his hand on your thigh moved, slowly caressing your skin.

You leaned forward, closer to him, your hand finding his cheek in an attempt to pull him closer. His hand was on yours, leaning his face into your palm only to pull your hand away from his face a moment later.

You suddenly felt cold, fearing rejection.

"Don't look at me like that. It is not that I don't want you, I just want to have all of my mind on you and for that I need to lift the shadow curse first."

Your eyes were wide, not expecting him to be so honest and you felt warmth slowly spreading through your body again. A feeling you hadn't felt in a while.

"I'll go back, you should get some rest.", he said, leaning closer to kiss your forehead.

He stood up, moving away from you and walking back to camp, but not without looking back at you for a moment.

[jessybarnes]

Al Min Kærlighed

Fandom - Metallica

Chapter One - Fade to Black

Pairing - Single!Lars Ulrich x Reader

Other Characters - James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo

Tags - DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!, Blood, Language, Crying, Broken Bones, Arguing, Anxiety, Angst, and I think that's it.

Word Count - 1,400 +

Beta - Just Grammarly

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

A/N: This is a series that I've been working on for a long time now. I have quite a few chapters written, but it's not quite finished yet. I'm a huge Metallica fan, and James and Lars are my favorite members. :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

“Shit! Is it really that late?!”

You said as you glanced at the clock on your work desk. Your boss asked you to stay after work and finish one of the daily reports. This was becoming a regular thing, and your boyfriend didn't like it. Not at all. Sure you were thrilled that your boss chose you to stay out of everyone else. For one, the overtime was something you used to your advantage, and two you didn't really want to go home... Not with him there.

Sighing and grabbing your purse you switched the desk light off and headed for the main entrance to finish locking up. You had been with Essential Graphics for two years, and for about a year now Jace, your boss, had asked you to stay later than usual to do various things. You happily obliged and put the overtime you earned into your savings. Something only you knew about which was probably for the best.

After making sure the doors were securely locked you made your way to your car. Checking your phone you noticed you had ten missed calls and three voicemails.

“Great...” You muttered in annoyance. “Here's to hoping he'd be asleep.”

You buried your head in your hands and hunched over the steering wheel trying to calm your breathing. You had been saving your overtime for a year now. So close to your end goal, you could taste it. You only had to save two hundred more dollars, and you would be on your way to California, and more specifically away from your current boyfriend.

Cole wasn't the angel everyone perceived him to be. Not in the slightest. You had been to hell and back with him, and you had the bruises to prove it. You did your best to cover them up, but foundation and powder only go so far. Sure people noticed, but you would always make some believable excuse to deter the conversation elsewhere.

“Maybe I'll get lucky enough and he will be passed out drunk.” You said as you started your car and maneuvered out of the parking lot.

You drove in silence the whole fifteen minutes it took to get home. Closing your eyes, you mentally prepared your mind and body for what you inevitably were going to endure as soon as you crossed the threshold of your house. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the door handle to your 2008 Pontiac and you tried to calm your racing heart. He didn't like when you showed fear. It was fuel to the fire. Quickly and quietly you approached the front door and strained to listen. Trying to listen to see if Cole was awake.

Sliding the key into the lock and turning it shouldn't sound so loud, but it did then. You slowly opened the door and the smell of alcohol hit you like a freight train. Your heart thudded in your chest as you grasped the chain on your purse to keep it from making noise and toed your tennis shoes off. As you walked past the living room things felt eerily quiet. When you got to the hall big, strong hands grabbed you and shoved you hard against the wall knocking the pictures onto the floor.

“Where the fuck have you been?!”

“Jesus Cole! You scared me! Jace asked me to stay late again. I had to finish the daily report. I'm sorry I was so late.”

“It's fucking ten thirty, Y/N. Who is he?! Who the FUCK is he??!”

“There is no he, Cole. There is only you.” 

A moment later, his hand collided with the right side of your face. You tasted copper a clear indication that your lip was split open. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let him have that satisfaction.

“Don't you EVER lie to me, Y/N. You're mine and I won't let anyone else have you. If I can't have you, no one else can. You can't win and you can't escape. There's no way out, baby.”

He gave you a look of pure menace as he flung you to the floor. You instinctively put your hands out to catch yourself and winced as pain shot up your right arm. You knew it was probably broken, but you couldn't think about that right now. You had to get out of there. Putting as much force behind your foot as you could you kicked him in the shin sending him to the floor on the opposite side of the hall. You held your throbbing wrist to your chest as you hobbled as fast as you could to grab your keys and purse.

Getting away would have been too easy. You knew that. Cole was on you in a matter of seconds. He gripped your hair hard, sending pain rocketing through your skull.

“You'll pay for that, bitch. Good for nothing that's what you are.”

You tried to kick, hit, punch, anything to get him to loosen his grip. Nothing seemed to work. You heard the telltale sound of him flipping open his switchblade. You couldn't help it, you let the tears fall this time. Pleading him, begging him to stop.

“Please, Cole! Please....don't.... you don't want to do this... We can work this out. Just let me go, and we can talk.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we are way past the talking stage.”

He firmly pressed it to your throat, not realizing he was giving you a way out. You had to do this fast if you were going to get away. Tucking your chin to your chest you bit down on his wrist as hard as you could. He yelped in pain and dropped the knife, but not before it cut you. You grabbed your purse and dashed out the front door to your car. Barely making it inside, you jammed the key in the ignition and squealed the tires as you backed out of the driveway onto to the main road.

Finally able to calm your breathing and let the adrenaline die down you let the tears flow. You pulled into an alleyway and parked to keep yourself from getting into an accident. Your cries soon became sobs and you hunched over the steering wheel in pain from the events that just took place. You barely even noticed the loud music coming from the club or the dozens of people going in and out of the back entrance.

Your vision became blurry and you suddenly felt light-headed. Moving your left hand up to your neck you felt the wetness there. Pulling it back to see you noticed that Cole must have nicked you pretty bad, and you needed to get to a hospital fast before you succumbed to unconsciousness.

You kept your left hand on your neck to apply pressure and awkwardly reached for the door handle with your right hand. Biting back the urge to scream from the immense pain you felt, you opened the driver’s door and staggered out of the car. You began to move toward the noise of the band and found your way in through the back exit. Looking for someone, anyone, to help you. You heard muffled voices and made your way towards them. Praying you didn't pass out before you got there.

A deep voice filled your ears along with an accented one. You couldn't quite put your finger on where the other man was from, but that wasn't at the top of your list of concerns right now. As you got closer to the door you could hear their conversation clearly now.

“C'mon James we always open with Creeping Death. It's tradition, man! We can play Fade to Black later on in the set list.”

“Don't you think it's time for a change, Lars? I mean we've played the same opener for years!”

“Ugh... James... don't push it. Maybe the next show we will switch things up, but for now, let's just stick to--”

You cut their moment off as you fell through the door. You couldn't speak. You could hardly breathe. You just laid there shock taking over you as you saw them scramble toward you.

“JESUS! FUCK! James!! Call a doctor! Shit! Hey, hey sweetheart. It's okay. I've got you. Just hang in there, and we will get you some help. Shhh. Just stay with me.”

You heard shouting and a soothing voice, but you couldn't make out anything they were saying. You were cradled in the shorter one’s arms and the last thing you remembered before darkness overcame you were beautiful, frightened green eyes.