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priortoallthoughts · 3 years ago

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Listen Real Closely Ch. 6

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Delta x afab!OC (eventually)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, English is not Basic, not much else too it this time

Summary: Another meeting with General Camas has nobody liking the outcome. Lennox gets exactly two options, and Delta can do nothing except follow orders.

(Rip me, this took so long to write 🥲)

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“Aurek, besh, cresh, dorn, forn, grek, herf, isk, jeneth - wait no, fuck - jenth…” Where was a stupid little alphabet song when you needed it, Lennox thought as she recited everything yet again. She had to get through it without mistake before Besh would start on anything else every lesson. It was slower going than she wanted, even when she had been practicing on her own the past several days. She wanted to do better. She wanted to actually speak to Boss and Scorch and Fixer and Sev, and show Besh how much she improved on the day to day.

It was easier to remember the alphabet and write than it was to talk though, which annoyed her. They used completely different mouth sounds, so she was constantly doing a run around in her head of spelling, translating, and then trying to say the words as they come. At least they had almost identical sentence structure and grammar rules; she didn’t know what she would do if she had to learn those too. Languages were never her strong suit, as her old Spanish teacher could attest. But that teacher sucked; Besh had the patience of a saint and she appreciated him for it.

‘How are you learning English faster than I am Basic? It’s not fair in the slightest,’ she wrote.

Besh gave her a winning smile, and spoke in English just to rub it in. “I’m the best. Simple.”

“You mean… you’re…” she snorted lightly, “you’re the… you’re the Besht!”

She dissolved into mostly silent laughter, hiding her face in her arm to muffle the sound. When she looked up Besh seemed amused but only by virtue of her reaction. She turned to Boss sitting vigilant in the corner, who only glanced up from his data pad at the noise despite, Lennox knew, having been listening to them the whole time.

“Oh come on, because “best” sounds like Besh?” She looked back and forth between them, and ignored the very deliberate look they shared.

She rolled her eyes and wrote, ‘Whatever, that was brilliant in English. It’s no fun when I have to explain it - I’ll teach you some more puns later.’

‘If we get the chance. We’ll have to see what the General says when we land.’ He had a look in his eyes but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

‘You guys better make me sound good in your report.’ She wrote jokingly, but was suddenly very aware that she could be sent fuck knows where if this general of theirs didn’t want her around anymore. It made her heart pound.

‘Well, you’re not so bad I suppose.’

She smiled weakly. ‘A shining recommendation.’

‘Let’s go over what you know how to say. Start with greetings.’

“My name is Lennox Cahill, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” She recited dutifully. Besh had been teaching her basic words and phrases as she learned the alphabet, but she still had to bridge the gap between reading, writing, and speaking.

“A little stiff but that was good.”

Well, she recognized the word “good,” but it sounded more like “so-so”. Even simple conversation seemed a way off from happening, much to her displeasure. Realistically she knew it wasn’t possible for her to learn a language in a week, but that didn’t stop her from wishing she could. There just wasn’t any time; they landed in a few hours and then… she didn’t know.

“I think… I’ll miss you,” Lennox sounded out each syllable carefully. She didn’t know what made her say it, and she certainly had time to back out of it, but it felt like she had to. Delta, as wary of her as they were, never did her any harm, and Besh, dare she say, had fun during their meetings. It could have been a lot worse for her. “And Delta.”

Boss was looking at her like she’d just sprouted a second head, but she only shrugged her shoulders awkwardly. He probably already thought she was weird, so there was no harm in it. Besides, she’d have said it eventually anyway.

‘Are you nervous?’ Besh asked.

“Yeah.” She admitted, cursing how small she sounded. She was more confident than this! But the language barrier and her lack of a place in this new galaxy made her wary of change more than she ever had been before.

He nodded, like he expected that to be her answer. ‘The Jedi are our generals, and keepers of the peace in the galaxy. They won’t give any orders that will hurt you.’ He always wrote his longer sentences so she would understand.

Oh, how she wanted to believe him. He regaled her with information about these Jedi, like the one she had seen in hologram her first day, who would lead them to victory against the separatists. He sounded like a recruitment commercial. But she knew it was never that simple. The needs of the many and all that. She knew it; knew what her dad and brother had told her. She would fall to the wayside if something else was more important.

“The general’s name is Camas?” Besh had already told her, but she asked just in case she was saying it wrong. And to distract herself.

“Correct.”

Their lesson continued for another hour, and she left with the instruction to try and sleep, since it would be morning when they landed planet-side. She gained some comfort when Besh said he’d be at the meeting too. Of course Boss, Scorch, Fixer, and Sev would be there; her constant watchers that they were.

She wondered idly, as she and Boss walked back to their room, if they thought she didn’t notice they never left her alone. The only give was when she used the refresher - their strange word for a bathroom. Not that she wasn’t glad for it. She really didn’t want them to know her that well.

She found solace under the spray of water for a few minutes, before she dressed in her own clothing, not what she had been borrowing.

It was better this time, easier to deal with as she donned each piece. She spent hours the third day scrubbing at the stains that remained with whatever soap she found. Her back and knees had cramped from leaning over the sink for so long, shifting and stretching the whole time though it did little to help her growing aches. But she hadn’t stop until everything was clean and her fingers were pruned and throbbing, rubbed raw as much as the cloth had been.

It didn’t feel like it had been that long since she flopped onto her bunk to sleep but she was surprisingly clear headed, if a bit miffed, when she woke up. Miffed because Sev had kicked her bunk and startled her awake - to which she mumbled tired curses back at him. She was never very pleasant right after waking up.

The halls were buzzing with movement as they made their way to the main hanger; ships were being lowered from overhead railings, men were shouting orders and pointing, and everyone got out of their way when they passed. They walked around an opening in the ground and Lennox saw hundreds of men lining up in formation in full armor when she glanced down.

A blaring alarm sounded and Lennox jumped. It wasn’t unlike the alarms from the droid factory, except it only went off once and when she looked, nobody else reacted to it, other than glancing up in acknowledgement. So, maybe they weren’t going to blow up this time? That didn’t stop her heart from racing though. She loosened her grip from the strap of her bag that she used to carry her notebooks and datapad, smoothing the fabric against her chest to calm her nerves. She tripped when the ship jolted but quickly got her feet back in working order.

Everything was a blur after that between being loaded into another ship, taking off, and landing again on a whole new planet. She didn’t have time to really take it in like she had Geonosis, but she supposed that was a good thing; fight or die wasn’t a fun way to familiarize herself with a place.

Delta ushered her across the tarmac of what she assumed was their new military base - sparsely populated since nobody else had landed yet. She had never been on one before so she wasn’t sure what to expect but this one was as clean-cut as industrial could get, for as much as she knew about architecture. Which wasn’t much now that she thought about it.

They walked inside the central building and down more twisting hallways she was sure to get lost in later. Before she knew it they stopped her in front of a nondescript door, and Boss pointed firmly to the ground. “Stay here.”

She swallowed hard but nodded, not moving a muscle when the door slid shut in her face. There was a note of finality in being left completely alone for the first time in days. She didn’t think they trusted her that much, but now there wasn’t a reason to be watched. They had already seen whatever it was they needed to. Even if she started running she wouldn’t make it far, tempting as it was just for something to do.

Footsteps distracted her minutes later and she turned to see Besh rounding the corner, identifiable by his namesake’s letter painted the helmet clipped to his belt. It was the only adornment on his armor “to leave room for his colors” he’d told her, whatever that meant. Delta already had colorful armor, but she wasn’t sure why Besh had to wait to paint his. Actually, Delta were the only ones she had seen with their armor painted since she’d been with them. She needed to remember to ask about it if she got the chance.

Besh paused for a second by her, glancing from her to the door and then back at her. He pat her on the shoulder. “You’ll be okay,” he said before going into the room.

“I wish I was that optimistic,” she mused, staring at the door. She could only guess what was going on beyond it.

She was leaning against the wall for what felt like ages, but in reality probably wasn’t that long, when the door slid open and Fixer waved her in. She followed him to another hologram table and took her place with him on her right and Sev on her left. Whether they planned it or not it was smart to put her between the SIC and the most likely to kill her. Not to mention having the table between her and the door. She was well and truly trapped now.

The general, however, was not where she thought he would be. Instead of being projected in place around the table like before, he was miniaturized in the middle of it, so she had to crane her neck even more if she wanted to look him in the eye.

Deep breath. “Good morning, General Camas.” Nailed it.

“Good morning, Miss Cahill,” he greeted her, but that was as much as she understood from everything he said. He spoke a fair bit more to her after that. A question, she guessed, based on his inflections.

She looked at Besh opposite her in trepidation. There was no way she could have an actual conversation with this person out loud.

He said something and Fixer messed with the console. A screen lit up in front of her, text sprawling across it as Camas spoke again.

“Good morning, miss Cahill. I trust you’ve been treated well during your stay on the Prosecutor?”

She could have kissed Fixer with all his technical know-how, but she settled with bumping her forearm with his and hoped her face conveyed her thanks. She stepped towards the console and typed ‘I have, yes.’

“And you’ve been learning Basic as well, I see. You must be a quick study seeing as you started with a language not even our protocol droid knew.”

He sounded suspicious. ‘Besh is a good teacher.’

“Indeed. Tell me, how long where you in the droid factory on Geonosis before Delta squad found you?”

Quick to the point at least. It was a typical play, she recognized. Separate the two parties, Delta and herself, and see if their stories match up. Delta had more than likely told the general not only their account of finding her but also the goings on of the days that had followed. He wanted to see if she was stupid enough to lie about anything. And she couldn’t even if she wanted to, because she had no idea what Delta had already said. So she would answer his questions exactly and nothing more. At least until she got a feel for what exactly he wanted from her and what he would do with her after this.

‘Only a few minutes.’

“And how did you come to be there on that particular day?”

‘I don’t remember.’

“Is there anything you do remember?”

‘I was taking a backpacking trip on my planet. I went off the trail one night for a few minutes but I don’t know what happened after. The next thing know, I’m waking up in that factory.’

A simplified version of what she had told Boss during their first interroga- *ahem* - conversation. Exactly the truth, but not like she was reading from a script. It would be stranger if her story didn’t change a word.

“Your planet. That would be Earth, correct?”

‘Yes.’ She saved herself some trouble with the next sentence. ‘I was told it doesn’t exist.’

“There’s no record of it, not even in the vast archives of the Jedi Temple. Nor is the galaxy you claim to be from.”

‘I heard that too.’

And she was tired of hearing it. Delta probably was too for as many times as they have, but they were utterly unflappable, almost completely unmoving when she glanced at those she could see. She wished she could see Camas better; he was hard to read as a hologram, and near impossible in miniature.

“It would be prudent if you meet with one of our healers as soon as possible. If you do come from a different galaxy, they might be able to find a physiological difference, even if you’re human all the same. It could bring us closer to finding proof of your claims and maybe a way home as well.”

She could hear the slow crackle of her spine as her shoulders pulled back to an almost painful degree. There it was. His caveat. They wanted to study her, and all he did was wrap it in the pretense of “helping” her. Well, there was no help of theirs that she wanted if they were going to try and bullshit her like that.

“No,” she said, her voice carrying a strength that she didn’t feel she had.

She barely noticed the others shifting in response.

‘I’m sorry? I don’t understand.’ Camas tucked his hands into his sleeves.

‘I respectfully decline your offer,’ she wrote, and hoped the tone of “go fuck yourself” didn’t carry over through text.

Camas tutted and shifted his weight. ‘Surely you understand the benefits of accepting?’

Lennox pressed her tongue firmly to the roof of her mouth. ‘I will not be spending any amount of time with your wizard doctors. Or any doctor for that matter.’ Why bother, when she already knew what they would find? The only ones benefitting would be them.

Camas looked at her, and even though he wasn’t there in person it still made her skin crawl. ‘Of course, we cannot force you,’ he conceded, much to her surprise. ‘But, we will not divert an entire star destroyer for one civilian when a war has just broken out across the galaxy. Arrangements can be made for your stay until such a time that evidence of your claims emerge or if you change your mind and accept our offer.’

She blinked up at him slowly. ‘Agreed.’

‘It seems been making a lot of concessions lately; first those unruly Nulls of Skirata’s and now you.’ He said offhandedly to himself.

But he didn’t realize the news he just broke to her, and her head started to swim at the new information. Was that what was going on here? A galaxy wide war? They kept asking if she was a separatist, so who was separating from what, and who’s side did she end up on?

Her mind raced, and it certainly washed away the lingering aggression without the threat of hospitalization hanging over her head. Paranoia though - that crept up slowly. She would have to be more careful about how she acted until she found out more about this war.

Maybe Besh would tell her - he had been open to her questions before now. Or maybe Scorch if she could pull him into a conversation. He was the most approachable of Delta even if that wasn’t saying much.

General Camas had apparently deemed her part of the conversation over seeing as how he didn’t speak directly to her after that. She kept her eyes on the live text just in case, but there wasn’t anything she had to comment on. It was mainly Camas speaking to Delta about a continuation of their mission, only with modified parameters. Apparently, since they were going to be based out of the Prosecutor and not on planet, that was where she was going too, yet again under their watch unless they were on a mission.

They didn’t like it, that much was obvious, and while they logically gave reason for their protest to the idea, they relented in the end. It surprised her, honestly. She agreed with them; she was a civilian, unfamiliar with almost everything, and would be better monitored on the base where there was less of a chance to slip away if she ended up being a Separatist spy after all.

She didn’t agree with that last part, personally, but she understood their perspective.

But it seemed Camas had an answer for everything, and it made her wonder if this was somehow the only other option he considered aside from taking her away to their healers. She was a civilian, so she would be considered a guest like any other on board the Prosecutor. She wasn’t familiar with a lot of things, so they would teach her the same way Besh was teaching her Basic. And there was still a chance she was a spy, so being confined on a ship gave her less placed to disappear off to, as opposed to a whole planet.

Lennox didn’t care either way. She was resigned to being watched and every hour of every day for the foreseeable future. Delta even admitted their specialty were assassination, get in, kill, get out, kind of missions, but it did nothing to sway Camas.

It sent a cold shiver down her spine. They really could kill her at any time and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. It made running away more appealing, if only for a second before she realized they would just hunt her down if she did. She didn’t fancy them at her heals like that. It was bad enough with them being her shadows.

She tugged at the back of her hair as the six of them walked out of the room to… wherever. She didn’t like this any more than they did. But she clutched the strap of her bag all the same and followed them diligently as she had been, and would be… for now.

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gatinhogari · 3 years ago

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Mini Imagine - Idia Shroud

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Capítulo: Único.

Contagem de Palavras: 233.

GN!Leitor

Chapter: Unique.

Word Count: 233.

GN!Reader

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- Por que não quer funcionar? - Brandou ao teto do quarto com fúria. - Eu só quero assistir mais um episódio, é pedir demais?

Idia assistia em um silêncio horrorizado a sua raiva com o computador que você finalmente havia adquirido com muito trabalho no Mostro Lound, mas que agora estava travando terrivelmente sem nenhuma razão.

- …… Quer que… eu… conserte…?

Perguntou hesitando depois de um momento de silêncio. Você se virou para olhar o seu namorado encolhido no cantinho da sua cama completamente assustado.

- Eu… sim. Obrigado, Idia. - Se recompôs e voltou a falar calmamente e logo ele começou a mexer na máquina.

O observando há alguns minutos o menino ainda nervoso estava remexendo no aparelho com rapidez e mãos hábeis. Pensando em uma forma de compensa-lo, passei minhas mãos em volta de seu corpo coberto pelo seu moletom quente, o envolvendo em um abraço amoroso. Idia ficou estático em minhas mãos e virou sua cabeça em choque para mim.

- Ei, eu só… desculpe por te assustar mais cedo. - Sorri com calma depositando um beijo em sua bochecha. - Okay, Player One? ……… Idia? - Desatei meus braços e ele estava completamente parado em estado de choque. - Idia? - Passei as mãos envolta de seu rosto e o pânico me cegou enquanto tomava meu celular para a ligação. - ORTHO! Venha aqui rápido! Eu acho que quebrei seu irmão.

English

"Why won't it work?" They brandished at the ceiling of the room with fury. "I just want to watch one more episode, is that too much to ask?"

Idia watched in horrified silence your anger at the computer that you had finally bought with a lot of work at Mostro Lound, but that was now crashing terribly for no reason.

"...... Do you want... me... to... fix...?"

You asked hesitantly after a moment of silence. You turned to look at your boyfriend cowering in the corner of your bed completely frightened.

"I... yes. Thank you, Idia." You pulled yourself together and spoke calmly again, and soon he began to tinker with the machine.

Watching him for a few minutes, the still nervous boy was fiddling with the machine quickly and with skillful hands. Thinking of a way to make it up to him, I ran my hands around his warm sweatshirt covered body, enfolding him in a loving embrace. Idia lay static in my hands and turned his head in shock to me.

"Hey, I'm just... sorry for scaring you earlier." I smiled calmly and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Okay, Player One? ......... Idia?" I untied my arms and he was completely still in shock. "Idia?" I wrapped my hands around his face and panic blinded me as I reached for my cell phone. "ORTHO! Come here quick! I think I broke your brother."

#imagine br #imagine #fluff #fofo #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #divertido #funny #twst idia #idia shroud #idia x reader #idia x leitor #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x leitor #twisted wonderland idia

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chrrybbamb · 2 years ago

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"you look adorable when you smile" (oliver + xiaowen)

50 prompts (fluff + angst)

status : aceitando | starring : xiaowen �� oliver .ᐟ‍ — co-director : @antiromntics

Além dos elogios frequentes que vinha recebendo do treinador, a vida acadêmica de Xiaowen só vinha melhorando, seus trabalhos estavam conseguindo espaço no jornal da universidade e até um estágio de prestígio lhe foi oferecido, só podia estar no paraíso. E pensar que já tinha se comparado com pó por ter uma família daquelas, não gostava de associar momentos bons com pessoas, mas desde que Oliver entrou em sua vida - apesar da forma inusitada -, as coisas vinham melhorando... A vida ganhava mais cor. Falando no garoto, ele vinha tomando cada vez mais espaço em sua vida e em sua cama, porque tornou-se rotineiro acordar de noite com o toque na porta.

E essa era a situação atual, o chinês revisava algumas anotações para a próxima aula enquanto tinha o garoto deitado ao seu lado, mas quem disse que conseguia se concentrar quando tinha Oliver Jung deitado ao seu lado e, para melhorar, de pijaminha? Era muito para o Zhu, ele ficava desviando a atenção a todo momento, sem contar os sorrisinhos surgindo. — Hn? — Assustou-se com a frase repentina, porque, até então, estavam em completo silêncio. A repetição o fez rir, curvando o corpo para deixar um selar na testa alheia. — Eu não fico adorável, mas como estou do seu lado, como não sorrir? — Óbvio que não perderia a chance de flertar, já tinham passado da fase de vergonha mesmo. — Quer dormir já? Posso terminar isso depois... Só não me chame de adorável de novo, por favor.

#♡ / 🎨* 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 answered #𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗲 ♡ nala #💞/ * 𝗹♡𝘃𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁 : xiaowen and oliver #obrigadinha por mandar

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anxioussweasley · 4 years ago

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Mr. Perfectly Fine

Summary: Fred breaks up with Y/n the night before he leaves hogwarts. A few months later she sees him in his new life.

Warnings: angst? breakups, cursing, (my inability to not use 5 thousand camas😂), FLUFF ENDING I PROMISE!

Word count: 3.6k

Song: Mr. Perfectly Fine

Masterlist Promptlist *requests open*

A/n: Thank you all so much for 100 followers! Anyway I can’t listen to this song without thinking about Fred Weasley so here’s a completely self indulgent song fic! Divider image from @bwbatta

Mr. Perfect face

Mr. here to stay

Mr. looked my in they eye and told me you would never go away

Everything was right

Mr. I’ve been waiting for you all my life

Mr. every single day until the end, I will be by your side

The dorm room was warm and homey as Fred and y/n laid on his small twin size bed. There was gentle music in the background coming from the Walkman y/n had gotten Fred for Christmas. A candle was lit on his nightstand and the rushing noise of the common room felt more distant than ever. Fred had his arm wrapped around y/n’s waist gently stroking her back as she laid on his chest.

“You know I love you right,” y/n broke the silence, smiling warmly up at her boyfriend.

“I love you more,” Fred chuckled, sitting up slightly so the two could easily stare into each other's eyes.

“Really?” Y/n asked with feigned disbelief.

“Really darling. I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” Fred smiled warmly, slightly chuckling. Y/n’s heart fluttered at his words. If Y/n died now, she would have died happy.

“Do you think things will be different?” Y/N asked. “Between us. After we leave Hogwarts I mean,” she elaborated.

“No.” Fred said with the most confidence y/n had ever heard in his voice. “I love you, and you love me and that’s not going to change. I’m here to stay. Even when we leave this place, I’m never leaving you. I promise.”

But that was when I got to know Mr. change of heart

Mr. leaves me all alone

I fall apart

He had promised. He had promised that he would never leave her. And as he raced out of the school, his twin by his side, in a blaze of fireworks, the hardest thing for Y/n to process was that he had broken his promise.

She wasn’t expecting it. He gave no warning. She wasn’t expecting him to leave. And she certainly wasn’t expecting him to break up with her the night before he did it.

“Y/n I can’t do this anymore,” Fred sighed.

“I don’t understand Freddie. What’s going on? Why are you doing this?”

“Things just aren't the same anymore!” Fred raised his voice. This was breaking him. But it had to be done. He couldn’t leave if he didn’t.

“You said you loved me! You said you would always be by my side!” Y/n shouted right back. Tears were welling in her eyes, and she felt like her whole body was burning.

“I guess I’ve had a change of heart. I’m sorry Y/n, goodbye,” he whispered before grabbing his bag and walking away. Y/n didn’t chase him, she knew better, and the ache in her chest was too great to move anyway. She could tell his words were forced, his apology sounded fake on his tongue.

Y/n made her way quickly to her dorm, and when she slammed the door shut, she finally allowed herself to cry. Thankfully the room was empty, her roommates being down in the great hall for dinner. As the sobs racked her body she fell to sit in front of the door. The boy she thought she would spend the rest of her life with had left her. The man she thought she would marry, had broken her heart and she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

She didn’t even want to leave her room the next day, it took everything in her to get out of bed, when she heard the loud booming of fireworks. And when she rushed to the courtyard, watching as the love of her life escaped from school, escaped from her, she wished she never had.

It takes everything thing in me just to get up each day

But it's wonderful to see that you’re okay

Y/n didn’t go visit 93 Diagon alley after she graduated. In fact she rarely visited diagon alley at all. But today it seemed inevitable as she dragged herself along the street. She was making her way to the leaky cauldron to catch up with her friends. She hadn’t been good at keeping in touch after they graduated. She hadn’t really been good at anything after graduation. She barely pulled herself out of bed before making her way to work and then going straight home after. Her heartbreak still felt fresh and she didn’t think she would ever get over this. Everything about her friend group reminded her of the relationship she had lost. But Angelina threatened to drag her there by her hair if she didn’t agree.

That’s how Y/n found herself standing in front of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Looking in through the large display windows, wishing that the happiest place on earth didn’t cause her so much pain. Just seeing it made her heart ache, and now as she stands observing the patrons, laughs pouring out of every window, she realizes that this could have been her future.

They had talked about it ever since Fred had told her of his dream. Fred had suggested that she could work at the shop, to keep him and George in check of course. It would have been amazing, working with the twins, experiencing all that joy, being with the man she loved.

Y/n was broken from her thoughts upon spotting a mop of red hair. An unforgettable laugh making her knees week and her heart crack. She moved closer, looking in the window through a new angle, giving her a perfect view of Fred. He looked the same, she noted, even in his well dressed suit his hair was still messy and that mischievous smile lay permanently on his face. He looked so happy, so content. He had gotten everything he wanted, and a flash of anger shot through Y/n when she realized that he was okay without her.

“Y/n?” She turned quickly towards the voice, being met with another ginger she did not want to see.

“Hi, George,” she said, unsure of what to do now. What if he told Fred she was here?

“What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in months! You should come inside, look around!” George suggested with a big smile on his face. But y/n’s face dropped as soon as the words left his mouth, glancing nervously back towards the window.

“How is he doing,” y/n asked before looking back to George.

“He’s fine, I mean it’s Fred he always is,” George chuckled slightly. He noticed she didn’t even smile. “Really Y/n you should come in.” Y/n glanced back at the window once more.

George followed her gaze, realizing what she was looking at. “Y/n he-“

“No, George, I’m sorry I have to go,” she quickly stated, shaking your head as she backed away. Before George could stop her, she turned quickly, making her way down diagon alley.

He goes about his day

Forgets he ever even heard my name

Well I thought you might be different than the rest

I guess your all the same

After Y/n ran away, George made his way back into the shop. He was angry at his brother for hurting Y/n. He was planning on just smacking Fred upside the head as soon as he got the chance but a customer pulled him away as soon as he made his way back into the shop.

It gave him time to think though, time to think about what had possibly gone wrong between Y/n and his brother. Besides the fact that Fred was the one to end the relationship, George knew nothing about the breakup. All he was certain of was that it had been the stupidest mistake his brother had ever made.

Fred wasn’t the same without Y/n. He wasn’t nearly as happy, his temper got the best of him more often, and his jokes had started to border on cruel. George had seen how much it broke Fred to leave you, but Fred had refused to talk about it. He didn’t tell anyone what had really happened between him and Y/n.

When George did finally make it to his brother, his anger had subsided, although still present.

“Hey, George, do you think we should move those stands over there?” Fred asked when he noticed George’s approach. Turning back to work on the punching telescope in his hands.

“You're a git, y’know that?” George grumbled.

“What’s the matter with you, then?” Fred scoffed playfully. Turning to look his twin in the eye. When he found no sense of humor on George’s face, his smirk dropped. “Georgie what’s happened?”

“I saw Y/n today,” George disclosed, voice firm with his annoyance at His twin. As soon as the words left George’s mouth the punching telescope in Fred’s hands was dropped to the floor. Fred quickly moved to pick it up, and rebuild the wall he had built around himself when it came to thinking about Y/n.

“Oh,” Fred hesitated, “where? I mean did she come into the shop?” He asked, trying his best to keep his voice even and nonchalant.

“No, I saw her outside, I asked her to come in; she ran off. Couldn’t even look at the place” George informed, his face conveying his obvious displeasure.

“Aw the poor girl miss me already,” Fred joked. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, he often didn’t mean to be cruel. But misery loves company, and he was miserable without Y/n.

If George was angry at Fred before, now he was livid. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” He asked harshly. He loved his brother, but sometimes he could be really thick.

Fred flinched at his brothers tone, not being able to meet his twin's eyes. He fidgeted with the telescope in his hands, at least having the decency to look chastised. “George, look can we not talk about this, we’ve got to get back to work,” Fred mumbled, before George could answer him, he slipped into the crowd disappearing to help a customer.

Fred could hardly focus for the rest of the day. He had tried to put y/n out of his mind, forget that George had even mentioned her name, but it was useless. She was the love of his life and he had thrown it away.

“Hey George, will you get the closed sign?” Fred asked as he locked up the door to the shop.

“You know you're acting like Wood,” George commented as he turned the closed sign around with a wave of his wand.

A small frown spread across Fred’s face at this. He knew exactly what his brother was insinuating. Y/n had dated Oliver Wood her fifth year, but the relationship had crumbled as Oliver got more and more obsessed with winning the quidditch cup. Fred often found himself comforting Y/n after Oliver had missed a date or had been ignoring her. When he finally broke up with her, saying nothing more than a “I’m sorry, but I need to focus on quidditch” Fred had been furious. Y/n was upset of course, but Oliver had gone on like nothing had changed, he threw himself into quidditch and acted as if the relationship never happened. And when he graduated, he didn’t even tell Y/n goodbye.

Fred grew nauseous at the thought of it, he really was acting just like Wood. “I don’t know how else to act George.”

George frowned at his brother, furrowing his eyebrows before saying, “why did you do it Fred? You two loved each other, and you just left her behind. Did you really just stop loving her? Or was it you were too lazy to just wait 2 months for her to graduate. Is that why you act like you don’t care at all?”

“Of course I care!” Fred choked. When George looked up at him he noticed the tears in Fred’s eyes. Fred being unable to hold back the flood of emotions.

“Freddie, you don’t have to be happy for me,” George assured. He knew Fred felt responsible to keep others happy, he felt like it was his responsibility to always have a smile on his face. But now George could see that Fred and Y/n’s breakup was affecting his twin far more than he let on.

Fred sniffled a bit, shaking his head before muttering, “I miss her, Georgie.” He let out a shaky breath before continuing, “I miss her, and it hurts so much that I can hardly think. I don’t know what to do.”

“Freddie, just tell me why. Maybe we can still fix it,” George asserted.

“That’s just it ,George, I don’t know why. Everything was just too much, we were dropping out, risking our future, and Umbridge was out to get us and everyone we knew, and dad got hurt and Sirius died, I couldn’t put her in any more danger. It didn’t feel right, leaving her there alone, I thought it would be easier.” Fred finally let everything off his chest, finally told the truth about how he felt. A couple tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” Was all George could think to say.

“How do I fix this? How can I, I just left her?” Fred wiped his face with his hands quickly, moving to run his hands through his hair.

“You have to go talk to her, Freddie. If you really still love her, if you really want to fix things, you have to go see her.” George affirmed. Patting a very distraught Fred on the shoulder.

“I can’t George!” Fred huffed.

“Bloody hell, Fred you're a real idiot sometimes.” George chuckled lightly. “Stop being so stupid and go talk to her. I don’t think she’s mad at you, I think she’s heartbroken and she misses you and she can barely stand to look at this place because of it, so get your shit together and go fix this.”

Fred only nodded, thinking of what he could possibly say to win y/n back. Quickly realizing he had no idea what her life was like now or where he could possibly find her. “Hey, George? Can you get Angelina to come over? I need a plan.” George gave his brother a big smile, nodding as he made his way up the stairs to write a quick letter to his girlfriend.

Hello Mr. perfectly fine

How’s your heart after breaking mine

Mr. always at the right place at the right time, Baby

Hello Mr. casually cruel

Mr. Everything revolves around you

I’ve been miss misery since your goodbye

And your Mr. perfectly fine

Lunch with Angelina, Katie, and Alicia had actually turned out to be a welcome distraction. Y/n had missed her friends more than she realized, too busy focusing on just how much she missed Fred. But of course all good things must come to an end, and katie asking about Fred had brought and end to Y/n’s newly good mood. Nevertheless Y/n answered a few of the girls questions about the breakup and how she was doing. Her mind being brought back to the conversation she had with George. He’s fine. She was miserable and he was perfectly fine.

She had decided to take a nap as soon as she made it home, a new habit she had picked up ever since Fred had left. When she woke up she showered and put on some real sleep clothes before eating dinner and turning on some muggle movie.

She wasn’t expecting to here a knock at the door. No one ever visited her small flat other than her mother and Angelina. And her mother had come by yesterday, and she had seen Angelina today. So she picked up her wand as she made her way over to the door looking through the peep hole, seeing the last person she would ever expect standing there. Y/n couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she turned around quickly, squeezing her eyes closed as she laid her back against the closed door.

“Y/n-“ Fred knocked again, “c’mon love I know your standing there.” Fred sighed, this was a really bad idea.

When he asked for Angelina to come over he had expected her to be help him come up with a grand plan to win Y/n back. In reality the girl had smacked him upside the head, much like his brother wanted to, the second she made it through the door. Before telling him that a “grand gesture is not going to fix this and you need to fix it the good old fashioned way of begging for forgiveness and not being a complete arse.” Fred had decided that his brothers girlfriend was right and to do as he was told, making his way to the address Angelina had given him; although he didn’t expect to ever make it through the door.

Y/n jerked the door open harshly, the anger of the breakup finally hitting her. “You don’t get to call me love,” she hissed.

Fred looked down at his feet, sighing. So much for her not being mad, thanks a lot George. “I know. I’m sorry. Can we please talk?”

“What more could you possibly have to say to me,” her voice sounded broken. “You made it pretty clear when you left that you had nothing else to say.”

“Y/n, please, I messed up.” Fred begged.

“Oh so now you feel bad? You seemed perfectly fine today at the shop. In fact that’s exactly what George said ‘he’s fine’. How could you be fine? We were together for almost two years, you said you loved me, you said you would never leave me like Oliver did, you promised that everything would be the same. And then the next thing I know your telling me that it’s over and walking away like it was nothing! You never even told me why! How could you be so casually cruel?” Y/n couldn’t help but cry. She missed Fred so much, but she was also angry at him for leaving. Her raging emotions got the better of her, her frustration and exhaustion making it impossible to stop the tears. Fred just shook his head, looking down to his feet. “I wish you weren’t perfectly fine.” Y/n sobbed.

“I’m not. Baby, please don’t cry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what else to do, being with me was putting you in danger, umbridge was out to get us, and then my dad was attacked, and Sirius black was killed. I thought you would be safer, I thought I couldn’t take care of you. I was dropping out and starting a joke shop and I was scared. It didn’t feel right to leave you there alone and waiting for me. I thought it would be better and a part of me thought it would make leaving easier.” Tears were streaming down Fred’s face now too. Y/n didn’t say anything, just pulled the door open further and stepped to the side allowing Fred into the flat.

“How did you function after you left, because I can hardly pull myself out of bed, I’m miserable and you are okay. I saw the shop, it’s amazing, and you looked so happy and I can’t understand how.” More tears fell down Y/n’s face as she looked at Fred.

Fred knew he should keep his distance, give Y/n her space, but he couldn’t help but step forward and reach out to wipe y/n’s tears. “I’m not happy without you, I’m not fine. I love you and I miss you so much. The shop was my dream, it’s easy to put everything out of my mind there. But I miss you everyday.”

“I miss you too.”

“I know it’s going to take a lot to fix this but, I want to. I want to try. I love you.” Fred took Y/n’s hand in his. His heart fluttering when she didn’t pull away.

“I love you too, and I’m willing to try if you are,” y/n squeezed Fred’s hand a little, giving him a small smile.

A large warm smile grew over Fred’s face. He moved to pull y/n into his chest, wrapping his arms around her and placing his forehead on hers.

“Your not going to break up with me again are you,” y/n asked, a quiet whisper of humor in her voice. Fred couldn’t help his quite chuckle, shaking his head.

“Never, ever again.” He affirmed, pulling Y/n closer to his chest.

Fred then looked down noticing the familiar jumper that adorned Y/n’s body. “Is that my sweater?” The boy chuckled, a sense of pride washing over him seeing the girl he loved wearing his clothes, even after being broken up for months.

Y/n let out an embarrassed giggle, nodding her head as she looked down at Fred’s jumper. “Yeah, it’s my favorite. You told me I could keep it after that night when we snuck into the astronomy tower.”

Fred’s cheeks turned pink at the memory’s of that night, as he let out a quiet laugh. “Best night of my life,” he said with a dopey grin on his face.

“I love you Freddie.”

“I love you more.”

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dispatchwithlove · 3 years ago

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for the wip game, the missing, please!

also wanna tell you that your fics are amazing, have a good day!!

First off, this ask brought me so much joy ❤️ I'm so happy you enjoy my fics, and hope you have a good day as well 😊

So, big breath, The Missing is the sequel to The Boy. I'm not sure if anyone is interested in a sequel, but the whole thing is planned out and I have some very small snippets written. Garrus and Jane's story picks up a few months after the end of The Boy. They adore each other, and have settled into being mates...until a few obstacles arise and they realize that falling in love with your best friend (and working at their side every day) isn't so easy peasy.

I've already posted a portion of this snippet over a year ago, but that was before I'd revealed the details of Garrus's relationship with Cama. Background -- Garrus has been away for two weeks, and Jane's picking him up at the docks:

Garrus took Jane into his arms, and after a quick, intense drag of his mandible along her jawline, he pressed his crest to her forehead. His needy, tense hand wrapped around her wrist so that he could bring it up to his nose. With a long inhale he took her scent in, nuzzling his nose against her bent wrist. She stood still while he wrapped himself around her and took her in, unsettled by the desperation in his touch.

Jane tried to wash the unease away and just enjoy having him back in her arms. Returning the tender basium and using her fingertips to tease at his mandible, she couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching them. And sure enough, the female turian who followed Garrus off the ship stood nearby, her eyes unnaturally dedicated to watching Garrus and Jane’s reunion. A soft smile played at her mouth and mandibles. Jane was too overwhelmed by her insecurities and Garrus’s desperate display of affection to decipher what that smile meant. But one thing was certain, it was overly familiar.

Jane peeled her eyes off the onlooker to focus her gaze on Garrus. “Do you know that woman?”

He stopped nuzzling, but only to press her wrist even closer to his nose, which scrunched as he breathed her in, tickling her sensitive skin. “The one with the purple colony markings?” he asked with hesitation in his voice.

“Yes.”

Despite being half covered by her hands she could still tell that his face dropped.

“She keeps looking over here.”

“That’s…” his hold on her wrist tightened, the pressure of his thumb against her pulse so intense that her hand began to ache with the threat of impending numbness. She didn’t dare take it back, though. It felt so good to be held like this after their separation. And he’d been so distant before he left for Palaven. Despite her reservations and the dread that built by the second, she allowed him to cling to her.

Expecting the worst, her heart pounded while she waited for his response. She wanted so desperately to convince herself that this all meant nothing. The woman was a stranger and Garrus simply missed Jane and everything was okay. Sharp blue eyes danced around, searching hers. The worry she saw in them told Jane that her hopes were all in vain. His mandibles anxiously flexed as his mouth slowly opened to speak. “That’s Cama.”

Jane’s stomach dropped, her chest heaved then froze. No words, only pounding in her head.

“She was on the flight. We talked, some.”

Jane couldn’t do much other than nod. She was speechless. No, heartbroken. Speechless couldn’t convey the amount of worry and pain coursing through her mind and body at the thought of Garrus being on a ship with the love of his life for nearly two days. And he never said anything about it. Would he have even admitted to it if the woman herself hadn’t come off the ship carefully watching him, looking at Jane with that smile on her face?

“Jane, let’s go home. I want to be home with you.”

She nodded again, biting into her lip and trying to breathe as he took her hand in his and began to walk towards the skycar port.

In the skycar, he broke the silence that had settled between them.

“Would you do something for me? Would you have dinner with her? I told her we could meet for dinner some night this week.”

No, absolutely not. Sit across from the love of his life and have a god damn meal with her? “I don’t know if—”

“It would mean a lot to me.”

She found herself nodding, just because he looked so vulnerable. And to make him happy. “Sure,” she said, finding that she was quickly losing energy.

“Thank you, mela. ”

His grip on the wheel relaxed, his shoulders lifted. The beautiful, thankful smile he gave her filled her with anger she wasn’t proud of. They made it the rest of the way to her apartment, him nervously talking about minor hassles he’d encountered on the return flight, and her trying her best to sound attentive and interested.

Only one thought ran through her mind the entire ride home. Why didn't he tell her about Cama?

“What sounds good for dinner?” he asked as they stopped at her door so she could swipe them in. “I’m starving.”

She’d completely forgotten about the lambas she’d been slaving over all day. And Sol and Liara, who were still in the kitchen and oblivious to the dumpster fire about to walk in. “Oh, I have a surprise.” The forced chipper brightness in her voice was pathetic. “Doesn’t quite reach the level of ‘I just spent the last two days with the love of my life’, though, unfortunately.”

The pained look on his face made it seem like she’d just stabbed him in the heart, and she wasn’t sure if the shot of energy she felt in her chest when she saw the pain she’d caused him was the happy kind, or the guilty kind.

“Why would you say that?” he asked, his voice deep but weak. Her words had crushed him.

Unable to lay her eyes on the look he was giving her any longer, she turned from him, not apologizing, or taking it back. She opened the door and entered her apartment, he was only one step behind her, hovering and reaching out for her. It only made her walk quicker. If she stopped, if she looked him in the eye or felt his touch, she’d scream until her lungs bled.

_____

OK, that's heavy, so here are a few lines of dialogue to assure you that there are many sweet moments ahead for them and they have a VERY happy ending 😊:

Jane: “You call me apricus, bathed in sunshine, and you call me stellum, star. So which is it? Am I bathed in sunshine or am I the star itself?”

Garrus: “Saccha, you’re the whole galaxy. Every star. Every laugh, every smile. Every bit of light and warmth. My whole life.”

#ask meme #The Missing #shakarian #they're beautiful and take up way too much of my story brain 😊#listen i don't like hurting them but they need to learn how to communicate!#i say as if i'm not the one writing out their lives #don't worry they learn

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mika-loverjoy · 3 years ago

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Hey

If you still take prompts I would like something with Carlos asking Lando to marry him on Lando’s birthday and Lando crying because he is so happy?

I love your writing and hope you can make it <33

I'm so sorry it took so long but here you go!

Thank you so much!

Happy birthday to our Lando Norris!

"Carlos have you seen my phone?" The second Carlos heard his voice he hid the little box that was in his hands. "No amor, is it on the counter?" The Spaniard heard some rumbling in the kitchen "Found it!"

Lando came rushing in and planted a sweet kiss onto his lips.

"Thank you"

Carlos only smiles and hugged the shorter one.

"Don't you have to go?"

Lando nodded against his shoulder.

"I don't think George will mind though"

The younger's lips were against his for the second time

although this time lasting what longer,

Lando's body leaning on his,

hands around his neck as his were placed on the youngers waist.

Carlos put an end to it knowing George won't be happy with a late Lando again.

He tugs Lando away by the hips.

"Noooo"

Lando's face flushed and his lips glossy red.

The brit moves himself closer once more,

hugging him for the second time.

Once the wholesome moment ended Lando put on his jacket and grabbed his phone and earbuds,

already calling Alex probably to catch him up on what happened this week.

"Goodbye honey, I love you!"

Lando placed a heartwarming kiss on the older's cheek.

"be carefull baby, te amo"

Lando opens the front door.

"Will do!"

And the door shut.

Carlos exhales overly dramatic.

Grabbing the little box from underneath the couch and the phone he put on mute.

Turning the volume back up he hears some movement going on on the other end of the line.

"hes gone"

"Can't believe you're gonna marry him before any of us mate!" Daniel's voice barked loudly while Max was laughing in the background.

"You guys have everyting ready for tomorrow?"

Carlos began pacing nervously around the living room,

staring at the white open box with the shiny ring.

"Yes the reservation is set and the others are obviously going to be there"

Carlos could hear tapping.

"They got the food rea-"

"You really want to marry Lan on his birthday, you do know that'll mean twice as much gifts for your one year anniversy right?"

"if he even says yes"

Carlos couldn't help but doubt.

"Hey don't say that. He loves you and would never let you go"

"of course he's gonna say yes! He can't stop talking about you most of the time and it's been a year already mate, you just need the balls to tell him"

both of the drivers cheer him up...in their own way,

trying to get his courage back up.

Which it did,

a smile creeped back on his face along with fondness in his eyes looking at the shiny gold ring.

As dusk hits the younger finally arrives home,

keys rattling at the door.

"Carlos?"

His voice in a whisper as he locked the door shut.

"Over here!"

Lando could hear Carlos' endearing voice from their bedroom.

He shrugs his jacket off and kicks his shoes into the corner of the hall, soon sprinting to their room.

Landing on the bed with a puff of air escaping his lungs.

"Amor i told you not to jump on cama!"

Carlos' little scold turned nothing but fond as he saw Lando hog the blanket.

"Everything okay?"

Lando's pup eyes stared him down as if he knew something was off,

Carlos smiled it away.

"I'm okay was just reading some emails"

Carlos closed the laptop as he stood up,

his arms reached for the door closing it.

"How are you cabron"

The Spaniard was trying so hard not to show any sight of nervousness.

"I'm okay, George fell on the floor though!

Was hillarious, should've seen his face."

Lando giggled as he turns onto his back now looking at the ceiling.

Carlos flicks the night lamp on and wonders to put the main one off.

knowing fully well that Lando is terrified of the darkness ecpecially the shadows that lurk outside the windows

(No worries its just the garden lamps)

As they both lay down under the covers Lando scooted closer to him. "Anything for tomorrow?"

The Spaniard's hand move up and down Lando's waist making soothing gestures.

"Just a team meeting and the sprint of course"

Carlos smiles as he knows theres more to come tomorrow.

"i need to leave early"

Lando hums and gives him a light kiss on the shoulder.

Everything was ready,

Lando only thinks of it as an after party and Carlos got the ring,

Daniel had everyone there and kept them quiet so the media didn't know.

not all too many people were there only Zac, half the drivers

and Lewis who came with George after a bit of convincing but as Daniel could see the hicky it probably wasn't that difficult to do.

"THEY'RE HEADING THIS WAY ACT NORMAL IF YOU BLOW IT YOUR BEING HUNG ON THE BACK OF MY CAR BY YOUR FUCKING FEET"

Maybe he should convince Max everythings fine too.

"Carlos?"

The two stood by the bar having none alcoholic drinks,

The older looks at him.

"Are you okay? You've been so off since yesterday? Is it something i did?"

Lando being worried that he did anything was adorable to him.

"It's not that amor-"

Without the Brit seeing Carlos gave Daniel a small signal

and the driver jumps into action slowly getting more and more people to quiet down.

Carlos stood infront of him,

"We've been together for longer than a year now and I've never been happier than by your side"

Lando gasps covering his mouth.

"But maybe I can make this happieness last even longer-"

Carlos goes on one knee

and opens the little box right infront of the teary Lando.

"Lando Norris, will you marry me?"

Full tears flow down the younger's face.

"mhm-"

A smile on his face appears wider than ever.

"YES OF COURSE ILL MARRY YOU"

Carlos takes his hand and places the ring where it belongs.

The crowd around them now clapping as they kiss and hug it out.

"Now we wait for Lewis or Daniel to propose"

"I bet Daniel's gonna do it first"

"I'm betting on Lewis"

"30?"

"Sure"

Charles and Pierre shake hands and turn back to the now fiances. Daniel slots himself against Max,

"All well ends well"

That day fireworks went off as Daniel made that his small surprise for the two engaged drivers.

"I'M ENGAGED AHHHH"

#lando x carlos #lando norris #carlos sainz jr #carlando #ao3 writer #ao3 #formula 1 #f1 2021 #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #charles lecrelc #pierre gasly #fanfic promt #red bull honda #mclaren #f1 #grid kids

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parkerswifecvfx · 3 years ago

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Rio finds out his daughter was raped

Warnings: rape I don't really know what else

"Hii daddddd" I said "what's up mama" my dad says still on his phone "can go to a party tonight" with a light smile and he gave me the 'no' look and I groan "come on dad please all I do is go to school and watch Marcus no offense Marcus" I said "non taken" Marcus said "no mama" rio says going back to his phone "daddd please I'll stop bothering you if you let me go" I said whinging and he sighed "whatever" rio says getting annoyed "YAY thank you i love you so much" I said jumping up and down hugging him "mhm curfew is 2 am understand" rio said and i ran upstairs "fine by meee" I said happily

****time skip to getting ready*****

Ur dress

Ur hair and makeup

I walked downstairs "dad I'm about to go" I said "go find a different dress" he said "dad we only live once" I said smiling and he sighed "ok have fun" ur dad said "ok byee" I said walking out and My dad follows me "dalani be careful ok" he said hugging me tight "dad ill be fine" I said "yea but these boys..." he started "I'll be fine now you go get some rest" I said walking to my best friend rylies car "rylie keep an eye on her for me" my dad says to Rylie "well do" Rylie said and we drove off "you know your dad is hot like really hot" Rylie says "Rylie ew stop please" I said and she laughed "that's not funny that's disgusting" I said with a disgusting face "ok ok" she said laughing

***time skip to party***

"Time to partyyyy" I said hopping out the car and me and Rylie walked in the party and we saw a few cute guys and we talked to people and danced and rylie wanted to get drunk I said I couldn't because I knew my dad would kill me "come on Lani just one" rylie said "fine just one" I said rolling my eyes and then next thing you know someone was pulling into a room "what the fuck jerk get off of me" I said and then he pushed me onto the bed and started touching up my thighs "stop it" I started with tears forming in my eyes "you know you want it" the boy said with a groan "stop get off of me!" I yelled trying to push him off of me and then he took of his boxers "please stop touching me just stop" I said crying "I bet you feel so good around me" the boy says and then he pushed himself in me and then I moaned not of pleasure of pain I never would what of thought I would get raped ever in my life. And the next thing I know he was coming in me "you might wanna take a pill" he said smirking while putting on his clothes and I was just crying sitting there crying I should've changed my clothes like my dad said.

***time skip home***

I was walking in my house and it was only one am I was shaking and crying when I got home I thought my dad was asleep but he came from out the kitchen and walked over to me with a concerned he was about to hug me but I backed away "please don't touch me" I said crying "mama what happened did someone hurt you" my dad says "no papa estoy bien solo quiero ir a la cama" I said walking upstairs to my room and I went to sleep.

#rio good girls #father #fanfic #imagines #writers on tumblr #writing #part 2 joseph

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cadetcama · 3 years ago

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hi cama!! the prompt “you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you.” for caswen or gini?

I just did two caswen so I went with gini for this one and I hope you like it!

Gina loved being an unofficial Caswell. She really did, but there were times when being in one big happy family with Debbie, Dennis, Ashlyn, and (more often than not) EJ got to be a bit too much for the girl who spent most of her life as a lone wolf.

So, she took a page out of Troy Bolton’s book (because unlike Carlos, she had seen HSM 3) and would often spend a Saturday or Sunday in the deserted school, practicing her dancing. Was that allowed? Not really. Did anyone care? Also, not really. Since East High didn’t really have a dance studio, so Gina took to using the bomb shelter to dance her troubles away. Not that she really had troubles right now – things were about as great for Gina as they had ever been, but that was beside the point.

So here she was, on this Saturday afternoon, again running the choreography for Be Our Guest because she again had a solo dance break in it and wanted to make sure she nailed it. And after running it several times in the bomb shelter… she thought she might as well go into the theater and practice on the actual stage. Plus, if she was being honest, Gina just loved being on stage, even in a totally empty theater. There was a quiet power to it that made her feel alive.

She let herself into the theater through one of the stage side doors. The stage itself was mostly taken up by different set pieces from when the crew had been making them. Gina made her way to the center of the stage, prepped her music to start on the right beat, and then one of the set pieces moved.

Gina screamed.

The set piece screamed.

Except it wasn’t a set piece. It was Nini. Nini who should be in Denver at her fancy acting school and most definitely not in East High’s theater.

“What are you doing here?” Nini shrieked, pulling her earbuds out, and dropping the paint brush in her hand into a can of paint. Paint brush?

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?” Gina shot back, pulling her headphones off.

“I’m painting sets!” Nini took a step toward Gina.

“What? Painting sets? At East High?” Gina was somehow more confused. “Shouldn’t you be in Denver?” She knew Nini came home for the occasional weekend but didn’t remember Nini mentioning it. Not that they talked regularly or anything but… they did talk. They were friends, after all.

“Oh…” Nini deflated a bit. “Yeah…I came home for a long weekend. Bought the plane ticket before…” she tailed off, looking at her feet.

“Before you and Ricky broke up.” Gina supplied. That had been a relatively new development, but not a surprising one. She knew Nini had initiated it and that Ricky seemed to be taking it well, but still, she couldn’t help but ask: “And how are you? After that?”

Nini shrugged. “I’m okay. Mostly it’s just weird trying to be friends again? Especially since I’m in Denver, it’s kind of like he got all the friends in the breakup?”

“Sounds brutal.” Gina said because she didn’t know what else to say.

Nini gave a dry laugh: “Yeah, that’s one word for it. I—It’s just he was the person I told all the random thoughts I had and now… I guess I just don’t know where to put them.”

“I’ll take them.” Gina blurted out before she could stop herself.

“What?” Nini took another few steps toward.

“I—I’ll take them,” Gina said because, honestly, she didn’t know why. It’s like she was watching someone else in her body. “You can send them to me. I’m not Ricky, but…I’ll listen and be that person. If you want.”

Nini was staring at her like she had three heads. Then, Nini gave her a smile, eyes softening. “I’d like that. For you…to be that person.”

They were standing right in front of each other now, face to face, and Gina noticed Nini had paint splatters on her face, presumably from Gina startling her. And because Gina apparently had lost all ability to control her words, she said, “you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you.” She reached up and with her sleeve, gently wiped some of the paint from Nini’s face… only for it to smear and make things worse.

“Oh…” Gina grimaced.

They stared at each other for a moment before they both cracked up and started laughing.

“Sorry,” Gina apologized once they had caught their breath. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t apologize.” Nini beamed at her. “You’re my person, after all.”

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#gini #gina porter #nini salazar roberts #hsmtmts #camawrites #hsmtmts fic

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thesolotomyhan · 4 years ago

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narcos: dating them would include: gustavo gaviria hc

Tags: @fandomnerd16 @visintaes @sheeshgivemeabreak

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Warnings: NSFW!

ok, when I think of gustavo being in a relationship i can imagine it being full of pure bliss,

your relationship would make both of your hearts full for one another even when you’re not even looking at each other-

gustavo would need someone who is always on his side but also the complete opposite of his anxious ass,,

wow you would basically be the cushion he can fall back on at the end of the day without criticism from anyone. you would be his home :)

like whenever you see him scribbling all these numbers down in his little notepad for pablo, tirelessly working his mind off,,

you would be the one to pull him away, from his constant state of stress and help him breathe,,

“espérame otros 5 minutos bebé, ya casi acabo”

“gustavo, eso dijiste hace 2 horas, no va a pasar nada con tomarte un descanso, vamos” as your giving him like a shoulder rub, already seeing him relaxing in your touch,,,

god, gustavo is an affection whore,,i know he loves it when you run your hands through his hair, give him kisses, or even hugging him,,, just always touching him, your mere presence calms him and clears his mind,,

i feel like gustavo wouldnt be into taking you out to fancy dates, or clubs, he gives me more of, i’ll take you out to lunch instead, vibe,, c a s u a l

he’s not into publicity or showing you off in front of others that aren’t apart of the family-

but he wouldnt mind you holding his hand or giving him a quick kiss in front of others,, he actually likes that kind of stuff when you’re loving up on him,,

he would also be someone who likes to hold you from behind with his arms across your chest, holding you close to him,, where he might rock the both of you back and forth-

ok, but literally the cutest shit is when you come up to him after he spends all day at pablo’s house, just taking his hat off when you’re in front of him and giving him a sweet kiss,,

the little laugh he’ll give when you do that as he wraps one of his arms around you…

you would probably spend a lot of your time at pablo’s house with gustavo anyways because he would prefer to keep you nearby and not at home waiting for him-

omg, but also being best friends with tata would be a bonus,, just having an attached to the hip type of relationship with her-

, the two of you spilling chisme about pablo and gustavo when youre together,,,

just the perfect girl time with her-

ok listen, you would also be the favorite tia with pablo’s kids,,

just thinking about how you would always be down to play fútbol with juan pablo, or do whatever manuela’s heart desires from you,,

just being that tia that secretly gives them candies before dinner and doing water gun fights with them?? Please omg

like the idea that you would be chasing them around the hacienda, full on laughing until you’re soaked from head to toe,,

there also might of been multiple times when the 3 of you teamed up and snuck up on tio gustavo who was taking a smoke break-

ugh, pablo would be laughing at the sight of gustavo swearing and chasing after the 3 of you-

wow ok also the thought of gustavo just watching you do all these things for those kids, how you never turn down any of their requests, would have him admiring you even more if it’s possible, his mujer

now is he going to have baby fever after he sees you do literally anything for that pair of kids? Maybe :))

god ok the longing look he would give you when he sees you walking into the room,,,

even tho youre not even looking in his direction because you would be talking with tata or something,

but gustavo would forget whatever tf he was talking to with pablo about and just stare at you, the smallest smile showing- omg

Pablo would endlessly tease gustavo for being soft with you even though he adores your relationship and you even more for keeping his cousin happy-

dragging him along to the family events for him to enjoy too, the amused look he would have as he watches you tug him forward to listen to pablo’s speech in front of everyone,,

i- he just gives me the feeling that he would put up with a lot your things just to see the excitement in your eyes-

like deep down he really loves it when you force him to do things,,

can you imagine having late night conversations with him, out on the bench by the pool, where you would be cuddled into his side,

just sitting there for hours with the soft fucking looks you would give each other, talking about everything,,

him singing the songs that would come on the radio to you, omg hold on

and most of the times, pablo and tata would come join you guys

probably listening to the dumb things they used to do as kids, just, sharing laughs and stories until it gets so late, you’re falling asleep against gustavos chest,,,

fuck, ok but pablo telling gustavo when he sees that you fell asleep-

“no vayas a dejar ir a esa mujer, marica”

just- the way he would look down at you, peacefully sleeping, giving you a soft kiss on top of your head

the feel of the ring that sits inside of his pocket has him chuckling back at pablo,, and imagining how pretty it would look on your hand instead, Im not ok im sorry

NSFW:

ok here we gooo,,

so first off I have this picture in mind where he would be doing his financial things for the cartel out in this outdoor lawn table,-

just looking over the papers in front of him, writing down numbers with like a cigarette in between his lips,

as he just lets himself fall back into his chair, looking down at where you are, on your knees in front of him,,

moving your hair out of your face so he can see you better as you blow him-

just,,, the low groans he’ll let out when he sees you take all of him into your mouth-

“hijo de puta”-

running his hands over his face when he lets his head fall back, trying not to just fucking thrust into your mouth because he wants to see you gag so badly, but he holds himself back,,

he’ll be gripping the arm rest so hard it might break when he looks down again and sees the drool dripping from your lips as you bob you head -ok

so i see gustavo being someone who likes to take his time with you when he has time- a slowburn tempo

just kissing every part of your exposed skin each time he takes something new off of you, caressing wherever he can touch you-

he would know what spots would get you to respond to him quicker and what would have you gripping him harder-

wanting to see you slowly fall apart,,,

i feel like he would love to focus so much of his attention to your chest,especially when your on top of him,,

because I know gustavo likes being topped ok,,

just leaving as many marks as he can there- kissing and kneading you’re breasts as he watches you cave your head back,,

he would move his hands to your ass where he’ll encourage you to move your body to grind down on him, smiling against you when he hears you sigh his name out as you place your hands against his chest and move along with his movements,,

god, the way his hands would move to wander all over your back when you reach between the two of you to grasp his cock and slowly sink down onto him, your hands moving to grip his hair as an anchor,,

he would let you adjust to him for as long as you need as he kisses your neck, letting you take the reins and control the speed whenever youre on top-

he’ll just watch you closely, loving the way you dig your nails into his shoulders as you try so hard to reach your high, once you start bouncing on him,,

wow, the way how he only needs to thrust just once up into you to see you lose your momentum,

moving his hands up and down your legs when you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself, -

probably teases you for getting distracted so easily,-

“sigue, pensé que vos quería esto”,- ok

the slow sex,omg

like i can imagine youre on your back with him on top of you, the both of you having your chests touching, nothing being able to get between the two of you,

your face right in front of his as he brings his hand to rest on your chest, slowly but harshly thrusting into you with your legs wrapped around his hips,,

god, his thrusts would have your body moving up on the bed, to the point where you have to put your hand against the headboard to stop yourself from hitting it-

he’ll just be whispering to you how beautiful you look taking him in as he leaves marks on the underside of your jaw,,

his thrusts gradually picking up speed as he moves to kiss your lips, muffling your moans,, as one of your hands come to tug on his hair-

his own hand would come up and hold the back of your neck when he feels you close to your orgasm, just wanting to see the way you roll your eyes back-

*and cuddling afterwards would be his shit,,

nothing makes his heart warm than having you laying on his chest, mindlessly drawing patterns

your legs tangled with his as he holds you close, the smell of his fresh cigarette filling the room, both of your breaths slowly coming back as the two of you smile into each other,, -

god, and he would also be the mf to call you, when you’re not with him, to be ready for him when he gets home after a long day,,

“ahorita llego en 15 minutos, te quiero en la cama esperándome”

wanting nothing than to relieve his stress by seeing you under him, moaning his name-

fuck,, just needing to feel you clench around him again while you move your hips up into him, your hair becoming a mess from his hold on it- wow

#narcos imagine #narcos imagines #gustavo gaviria #gustavo gaviria x reader #narcos

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esuemmanuel · 3 years ago

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Qué caso tenía buscarte las manos si con el hecho de recordarte me lacerabas el alma. Esta noche lloro, pero ya llegará mañana... y sonreirán mis labios tanto como lo hará mi alma, porque estaré libre de lo que amé cuando te invité a mi cama. Ya no soñaré... No, ya no lo haré... Eso se quedó atrás, te lo llevaste tú, junto con todo lo que acabó con ese mundo. Mi cama será para descansar y, quizás, para abrazar fuertemente a mi almohada cuando mire a las estrellas con el alma apagada.

— Esu Emmanuel©, What was the point of looking for your hands if by remembering you you were hurting my soul. Tonight I cry, but tomorrow will come... and my lips will smile as much as my soul will, because I will be free of what I loved when I invited you to my bed. I will no longer dream... No, I won't anymore... That's behind me, you took it with you, along with everything that ended that world. My bed will be for resting and, perhaps, for hugging my pillow tightly when I look at the stars with a dull soul.

#my writing #writers #my words #writing #el hombre de la soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #escribiendo en soledad #2021 #poeticstories

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animeyanderelover · 4 years ago

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47 with Undertaker? Pretty please with sprinkles on top 🥺

The second time that this prompt is requested. Hope it’s to your liking.

Warnings: Yandere Themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, mention of kidnapping, blood

Prompt 47: “Telling me I’m crazy sounds wrong. Let’s...just say I’m madly in love with you.”

It was a rather peaceful night. Everything was quiet and calm, but Undertaker knew that this wouldn’t last for too long. He was just waiting for it to happen. Only moments later he heard a scream from upstairs, followed by silent sobs. It had been like this since the day he had kidnapped you and his heart still clenched in his chest every time he heard your desperate cries for your dead friend. Undertaker hadn’t planned to let you see this, but somehow you popped up at the wrong time in the wrong place and had witnessed how he had sliced your friend in half, feeling sour that you had spent the last few days more time with your male friend than with him. When Undertaker had noticed you standing only a few feet away it had already been too late. You had witnessed everything and left with no other option Undertaker had kidnapped you. It had been two weeks since then and the scene still haunted you in your dreams every night. He quickly walked upstairs to your room and knocked on the door. You didn’t answer, but instead the sobbing got even louder, just like every night.

He slowly opened the door and looked in the room. He already knew where you were. Curled up in a ball in the furthest corner away from the door. He slowly walked inside the room and watched you silently. Your face was buried in your legs and your whole body shook with each sob. Undertaker wanted desperately to embrace you, but he knew if he wouldn’t keep a distance from at least five meters to you, you would start to hyperventilate. So he just stood there and watched you, feeling sad that he couldn’t do anything to help you. You on the other hand showed no signs of planning to look anytime soon at him. “I can make you some tea if you want. It should help you to sleep better.”, Undertaker said after a while, wanting to break the heavy silence that hung in the room. You didn’t answer nor looked at him. You had never done that since the day you had discovered what he really was and how he really felt about you. It hurt Undertaker very much, he missed those times were you had talked like a waterfall around him and had shared very interesting stories with him. He missed the times were he had been working in his shop and you had just wandered around, watching everything with these shining eyes you always had when you found something interesting. At first he had accepted that you didn’t want to look nor talk to him, understanding that it must have been shocking and traumatizing for you to witness such a gruesome scene. But it had been two weeks since then and you still hadn’t interacted with him. Undertaker had expected you to give him some kind of reaction, but he hadn’t expected you to just...give him the silent treatment. He was desperate to hear your voice and look you into your eyes. Even if you would yell at him how much you hated him or would glare at him with hate in your eyes, it didn’t matter. Just something!

“Can you talk to me? Or at least just look at me? Please?” The desperation in his voice was very audible. He had never pleaded for something like this, but he just needed some kind of interaction with you or else he would go crazy. You flinched when you heard his plea and stopped crying for a short moment, but that was all. You didn’t answer nor did you lift your head. Undertaker sighed, feeling a painful throbbing in his chest. He looked at you for a bit longer before he turned around to leave. “Wh-why d-did you ki-kill him?” He froze when he heard your shaking voice, feeling electricity running through his veins. You had talked to him! He quickly turned around and felt even more happy when he saw that you were looking at him! You had dark bags under your eyes, looked a bit pale and your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. “I...I did it because I was scared you would spend more time with him than with me. I was scared you would like him more than me.” Undertaker chose his words carefully, wanting to continue this conversation for as long as possible. “Ju-Just for that? He was just a friend. My friend!”, you yelled at him, feeling betrayed. ‘‘I know that you’re angry with me. But...but I’m sure that you’ll get used to this.’’, Undertaker told you, but the unsureness in his voice gave it away that he didn’t really believe in it. You sobbed. ‘‘You don’t even believe that yourself! Please just let me go! My-my family must be so worried over me.’’

Undertaker took slow steps towards you, making sure to not scare you. He felt excited when you didn’t move away, even after he cama closer than five meters to you. He slowly went down so that he was able to look directly in your face. He slowly lifted his hand to start caressing your hair and felt a warm feeling fluttering in his chest when you didn’t flinch away. ‘‘It’s probably a bit hard for you to understand this all. But I’ll make sure that you’ll feel very comfortable. Nothing will happen to you.’’ His voice sounded sincere and warm. You were surprised why you didn’t try to move away when he gave you a hug. But you didn’t really have enough strengh left to do anything. The lack of sleep had worn you out and as much as you hated to admit it, it was nice to have someone hugging you and whispering comforts in your ears whilst stroking your ear. It reminded you of the times when your mother would comfort you when you were sad about something. ‘‘Please let me go...’’, you mumbled in his chest. ‘‘I can’t.’’, he replied softly. ‘‘You can, you just don’t want to.’’ Undertaker noticed how you had troubles keeping your eyes closed. ‘‘You should sleep now. You’ll feel better after getting some rest.’’ You tried to stand up, but your legs just gave away right under you, you had no energy left. Undertaker lifted you slowly up and carried you slowly to the bed, tugging you gently in in the blankets. You didn’t stop looking at him what made him more than just overjoyed. ‘‘Y-you know you’re crazy, don’t you?’’, you asked him tiredly. Undertaker chuckled softly. ‘‘Telling me I’m crazy sounds wrong. Let’s...just say I’m madly in love with you.’’

He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and only left after he was sure that you had fallen asleep. He had for the rest of the night a smile on his face, feeling happy that you had finally not rejected him. That was a good sign, it meant you were slowly warming up to him. It was also the first night in a long time where you were able to sleep safe and sound, not waking up from another nightmare. Instead you dreamed of a man with long gray hair and phosphorescent eyes. But it wasn’t a bad dream, much more on the contrary, it was a warm and nice dream.

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere undertaker

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