#my guys my pals my friends let me tell you this was a STRUGGLE

[thedapperfrog]

The Last Whose Realm was Fair and Free

Gil-galad was an Elven king.

Of him the harpers sadly sing;

the last whose realm was fair and free

between the Mountains and the Sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen.

His shining helm afar was seen;

the countless stars of heaven’s field

were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,

And where he dwelleth none can say;

For into darkness fell his star

In Mordor where the shadows are.

--The Fall of Gil-galad

[laughroditee]

Currently thinking about best friend/roommate Soap.

Characters: best friend/roommate!Soap, Gaz, Gender neutral Reader.  CW: sexual themes, profanity, snark, sarcasm, childish name-calling, immaturity, bickering, overly-long sentences, a general disdain for grammatical rules, butchering of the Scottish language and slang. PG-13 at best.  Word Count: 891

Johnny gets plenty of action, of course; he’s an attractive guy.  Lots of fun.

Not that you care. Pointedly. 

He's just letting his latest fuck buddy out of the apartment when he notices you sitting on the living room sofa, a mug of hot coffee in your hands. 

"Och, didn't see ye there, chum." 

Of course he didn't. "No worries, Johnny. Have a good night?"

"Had an excellent night," he says as he drops onto the couch next to you, looking quite pleased with himself.  You can tell that he wants you to ask.  He is practically vibrating with the need to brag, waiting to tell you all about his sexcapades, but you leave him hanging in anticipatory gloating mode because, quite frankly, the walls are thin, and his partner was LOUD AS FUCK.  (As per usual.)  Because of them, you were kept up most of the night and are cranky, something Johnny seems to notice with a small twinkle in his eye because he's an annoying bastard.

"Cool," you deadpan, taking a sip of your coffee.

Johnny purses his lips when he realizes that that’s the end of the exchange.  “Someone’s a wee bit crabbit today.”  Then he pauses, that infuriating spark of mischief coming back into his baby blues.  “Ah ken why.”

You level a look at him which you hope, deep down, incinerates his balls, but he just laughs, throwing an arm over your shoulder.  For whatever reason, being touchy-feely with you straight after fucking all night was always high on Johnny’s list the morning after.  He’d been like this for ages, but you could never quite figure out why.  “Yeah?  Enlighten me, since you obviously know everything.”

“Ye get all jealous when I invite people home, don't ye?” he teases. “Maybe it bothers ye when ye know that they're in my room, having a good time while ye're alone in yours…”

“I didn’t realize this was a competition, Johnny.”  You probably should have.  “But since you’re so concerned for my wellbeing, I can assure you that I'm just fine, thanks,” you say with a pleasant smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Sure ye are,” he says.  “I mean... I'm nae calling ye lonely or anythin’," he says, shifting and squeezing your shoulder a little bit.  "But maybe, ye want what they're gettin, hm?"

“I'm not lonely,” you say, ignoring the rest of his bullshittery.  Standing up and draining the rest of your coffee  — you’re not escaping, you’re just getting some space, that’s all — you head into the adjoining kitchen to wash your mug.  “Your friend says ‘hi’ by the way,” you call over your shoulder.

He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the sofa. "Yeah? Which one? I've had a lot come through lately," he says with a laugh.

“Not one of your ‘night friends’,” you retort, “One of your work friends.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly taken off guard. "Really? One of my military pals came by? Who?"

“Kyle,” you say, trying to think of his nickname, but failing.  You opt for his last name instead.  “Kyle Garrick.  And he didn’t come by, we’ve been texting.”

"Gaz?? You've been talking to Gaz?" He asks in surprise, making a face you want to slap. "Really? Damn, I didn't think he'd be interested in talkin' to you."

Your eyebrows threaten to launch into orbit as you face your soon-to-be-dearly-departed best friend.  “Excuse you?  Why not?”

He shrugs, leaning back against the couch and stretching. "He's a bit of a…" Sweetheart?  Gentleman?  Absolutely gorgeous?  Sex on two legs?  After watching him struggle to come up with literally anything bad to say about Kyle, he gives up, settling instead for, “Just surprised he'd talk to you, Tattie."

You glare.  Of course he’d pull out that old nickname at a time like this.  “I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

The smirk he wields at you is rage-inducing.  “Aw, but the potato is such a noble food.”

“Yes, that’s exactly why you decided to start calling me that way back when: because I’m so noble.”

He hums, that delighted gleam in his eyes saying he loves getting a rise out of you.  "So, when did this start?” he asks with a little too much nonchalance.  “And what have youse been talkin' about anyway?”

“A couple of weeks ago and none of your business, Mr. Bubble.”

As you take a jab at his precious callsign, his smile squashes into flattened lips, and internally, you feel vindicated.

“He wants to take me out,” you say as a peace offering.

“What, with his rifle?” he chuckles.

You smile sweetly.  “If he’s lucky.”  Watching the myriad of emotions play across his features, you continue, “He’s taking me out on a date.  Going out for a nice Sunday brunch.  Said he wants to get to know me better.”  

Once again, an insulting level of surprise lights Johnny’s face at your words.  “A date?” he asks, dumbfounded.  Rude, really.  “You and Gaz… on a date.”

“Congratulations, you’ve passed your hearing test.”  You check the time, realizing that you don’t have much left before Kyle gets there.  “Shit, I have to get ready.  Can't talk now, gotta shower!”

You disappear down the hall, completely missing Johnny's look of dismay as you lock yourself in the bathroom to get ready for brunch.

author's note: is this a fanfic, or a drabble? part 2 will be from johnny's pov. thanks for reading!

[xervn]

like a french girl 🎨

part 2 - like a | art major ellie x dance major reader

first chapter | next chapter

ao3

summary: ellie had been struggling with finding the perfect model for her art final. that was until she saw you

18+ MDNI | 3.7k words | tags; college au, pining, still sfw for now, texting, no use of y/n, not proofread

a/n: if you're not imagining the prof as nick offerman you're not doing it right.

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The song finally ends and all the other dancers in the studio scatter, just as breathless and exhausted as you are, leaving the room reeking with sweat and the remnants of unbridled passion.

You try to steady your breathing, leaning forward with a hand bracing your thigh, fanning yourself off by pulling at the collar of your tee. Today’s practice was more exerting than usual, especially since you were the one leading it. 

You might’ve showed off a little because you overheard some of your classmates undermining your talent; claiming they could do your own choreo better than you can. It wasn’t like what they said bothered you, however, you needed to set the record straight.  

You’ve always been an amazing dancer, you have the awards, the scholarships to prove it. You’ve scraped your knees bloody to get to this point in your life. You weren’t gonna let a few shit talkers ruin a great thing. So, yeah, you’re absolutely winded because you wanted to prove a point, but you don’t regret a second of it. The looks on their faces was enough to clear any doubts for the rest of the year, for sure.

You drag your feet over to your stuff huddled in a corner, dodging past everyone else in a rush to leave. You pick up your water flask, taking a much needed chug. Mid-drink, you hear the doors of the now empty studio swing open and you swivel around only to see Dina in her black leotard, clutching her bag on her shoulder as she jogs towards you with a suspiciously wide smile.

“Hey, D. You don’t look like you want anything at all.” You say sarcastically, scoffing as you set your bottle down. 

“Oh, come on! I can’t see my best friend?” Dina asks, resting her hands on her hips. All you can do is stare at her with an unmoving expression of doubt, folding your arms with a perked brow. 

“My best-est friend in the whole world. Ever.” Dina adds on. 

You don’t think Dina could make it any more obvious so you decided to wrap it up yourself. “Dina, what is it? I swear to god if you say Jesse…” 

The expression on Dina’s face pointed in every direction that it’d be about him. You groan, amazed that you’re having this conversation again. She’s been pestering you for weeks now about meeting this “amazing” guy she’s been recently dating. She insisted that he’d be like another gal pal, but obviously you doubted that. You’re sure he’s as great as Dina says, but you find it awkward to meet him like that anyways. 

“Just hear me out!” Dina practically begs, clasping her hands together and everything.

“Dina— I love you, but I don’t wanna be a third wheel for an hour.”

Her wide grin returns, looking oddly ecstatic to hear you bring that up. “Okay, well, what if I told you that you won’t?”

You already told yourself you made up your mind the minute this conversation started, but you gesture for her to continue anyway.

Dina’s face lights up as she goes on, “Jesse’s going to bring his friend too, then it’ll be the four of us!” 

You’re not sure how to feel, it does cancel out the one annoyance you had, but now it sounds like a straight double date. The thought alone makes you cringe a bit. 

Dina can tell, rolling her eyes before speaking, “His friend’s a girl, and she’s cool.” 

You just silently make out an ‘oh’ and Dina snorts at your expression. Well, now there’s nothing keeping you from going, but you don’t feel like letting Dina have this one that easily, so you intensely rub your chin as if there’s something else to be considered.

“I’ll buy you food! Cinnamon rolls!” Dina exclaims with a hint of desperation. You giggle and stop the act, finally giving Dina a smile and a nod. She’s already pulling you in for a sappy hug and you return it with an eye roll, making sure she doesn’t go too crazy now that she’s finally convinced you.

“So, when are we doing that?” You ask.

“Today. You're so sweaty, gross.”

“Rude— Today?!”

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After a nice shower and a trip to a small on-campus bakery, it was time to go meet Jesse and his friend with Dina. Just to make conversation, you tell Dina about your embarrassing encounter last night as you two walk around campus. 

“You mooned a stranger?! Listen, when I said you should hook up with someone while I was gone, I meant through a party or an app. Not the window!” Dina exclaims, not even attempting to hide the amusement in her voice. 

Honestly, you were amused by the situation too, it was hard not to be. “Shhh… I didn’t moon her, she just happened to be there. Plus, my ass was mostly covered.” You reply with a playful grin before biting into your promised cinnamon roll. You didn’t really have anything to be embarrassed about, either way it’s an emotion you deal with often. First of all, you’re a dancer; you’ve tripped during a routine before, danced a few humiliating moves. It’s a part of the process. Second of all, your ass is fucking great and we’re ending on that note. 

Dina tsks and shakes her head at you in pretend disappointment. Unable to take her seriously, you dissolve into laughter. 

You two walk across the courtyard and into the school commons; a tall and open building, with the walls of it being large windows. For the time of day, it wasn’t that busy. You decide to scope out the small crowd, and play a little game with yourself to see if you can find out who Dina’s man is before she tells you. 

Not him. Definitely not him. Maybe him? Nah. Who is that?

“Over there!” Dina taps your shoulder excitedly and points in the distance, but you were already looking that way. 

There was a girl, maybe an inch taller than you in a black, patch-covered varsity jacket that definitely didn’t fit her, facing a taller guy that looked exactly like Dina’s type. You weren’t positive why you were drawn that direction, all you knew was that there was something vaguely familiar about that girl. You tried to put the pieces together, but you gave up not even two thoughts later; shrugging it off. 

The guy looks towards you and Dina, smiling brightly as he beckons you two over. Dina links arms with you and drags you along before you can even acknowledge it. As you two start approaching, the mystery girl finally turns around and offers a small smile to Dina, only for it to drop the second she lays eyes on you. 

Your eyes lock on hers and you’re absolutely mortified. It was definitely that girl. Y’know, the one you saw through your window? That girl. Even if you didn’t see her all that well last night, the struck look on her face gave her away. This funny situation was getting less and less fucking funny as you and Dina stride closer. The panic starts to override your sensory abilities, the unusual feeling etching into your thoughts. Maybe you should just own it? Pretend you don’t remember? Should you run away? You think you should—

“— meet Jesse!” Dina says, looking at you expectantly. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice you stopped walking. Now the girl is way closer than she was last night. You could keel over and die now, really. 

It’s not like you’ll see her again. You wish you could turn back time and slap yourself for jinxing you like that. You glimpse up at her, and, fuck, she was looking back at you. You guys needed to stop doing that. Even worse, she’s just as hot as you were hoping she wasn’t. The hair, the outfit, the decorated carabiner hanging off the loop of her jeans? She’s a fucking lesbian wet dream. 

You whip your head away, and unbeknownst to you, she’s still staring; gawking, even.

For Ellie, ever since you walked up, all that’s been going through her head was, ’I wanna draw her’ over and over again. Seeing you up close was even better than she could’ve ever imagined. Your… everything was better than she imagined. She initially locked eyes on you when you were still passing the courtyard and she was in awe of that smile of yours. She was obsessed with how you laughed, how you threw your head back as you did. For a moment, she wondered what was funny. For a moment, she thought about what she’d give to hear it. She had to look away and face Jesse so her whole body didn’t turn red from just watching you. 

She only understood the gravity of the situation when you finally approached. What were the chances you were Dina’s friend? You were really in front of her now, an arm distance away. She has literally never been happier to go out before. She was genuinely glad Jesse dragged her out here for once. 

For as long as she could, she admired you; already color-matching the shade of your skin, your eyes. Appreciating the plumpness of your lips, how expertly your gloss spread across them. She wants to appreciate more of you, but from the way you looked away from her, she worries you might think she’s a pervert and honestly, you’d be well within your rights to think so.

Ellie catches her stare, dipping her attention onto her feet instead. You catch the sheepish action in the corner of your eye and it automatically tells you everything you need to know. If she hadn’t seen anything, she wouldn’t be acting like that, right? Let alone remember you. You wish you weren’t agonizing over this, catching these little traits was only making things worse. 

It’s painful; the situation. The whole thing didn’t even cross your mind until recently. You can’t make eye contact with anyone in front of you anymore, so you nervously say hello along with your name while looking out of one of the several windows. 

Dina forces a smile, since she already introduced you herself, giving you a quick ‘what the fuck’ look on her face before turning back to Jesse who still hasn’t caught a whiff of the tension. Your behavior was incomprehensible. You’ve never acted this way around new people. The whole reason Dina begged you to come was because you were so personable, so you can only imagine her confusion now.

Jesse and Dina exchange looks before Dina attempts to continue the convo. “So, Ellie, what’s your major again?” Ellie. Now the (extremely good-looking) face has a name, great.

“Uh, drawing. Art.” Ellie says, awkwardly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes darted everywhere but you. You were making it awkward, she was making it awkward, and all for different reasons. 

Dina nods along to Ellie before saying, “Oh, really? Didn’t think you guys left your rooms.” Dina teases, slow-turning to Jesse who already has a fist bump waiting for her. 

Ellie shakes her head with half a smile. “Ha, ha. Very funny. Yeah, I guess I needed some sunlight.” 

“Yeah, right. I had to bribe you out with a DC comic.” Jesse chirps in, his tone taking a dramatically repulsed turn. 

Ellie immediately punches him in the arm, “You haven’t even read the comics, asshole.” 

Jesse’s hand shoots up to soothe the spot as he laughs.

“Well… I think DC is better than Marvel if you ignore the movies.” You spit out and Jesse and Dina are immediately groaning at your comment. The only reason you said anything was because you felt inclined to take Ellie’s side since they were ganging up on her. Not to mention you might’ve traumatized her, so you might as well attempt to make buddy-buddy. You weren’t lying though, you read enough comics in middle school to know; even if your appearance and style might’ve indicated otherwise.

Ellie teeters at the side, not expecting you to speak at all, let alone take her side. She didn’t think she deserved to hear you speak more than she has already, but here you were, making her blush over a silly shared interest.

Ellie stuffs her hands into her jacket’s pockets, twisting her lips before gaining the courage to speak to you. “That’s because it is. They haven’t read Sandman yet.” 

“Oh, shit. Sandman was really good! Death was definitely my gay awakening now that I’m thinking about it.” You respond, glancing off as you dwell back on it.

Ellie definitely blacked out for a moment after hearing “gay” and “awakening” leave your mouth in the same sentence. Now there’s a part of her wondering if she has a chance with you.

She doesn’t say anything, she can’t say anything since she doesn’t trust her voice. You can’t tell if she’s super awkward or homophobic, but she doesn’t look like the latter. She just gulps loudly and you take note of… this whole interaction and store it in your brain for a later date, like a sleepless night.

With the sudden silence befalling, you both look over to see that Dina and Jesse are still passionately ranting and raving about how trash DC is, so passionately they look like they might kiss about it. Like, their faces are inches away from each other. You and Ellie are absolutely baffled at how this is even possible. They’re talking about superheroes. Superheroes! The sight makes you wanna hurl. You scowl and look elsewhere, catching Ellie grimacing in the process. 

Her brows are furrowed, lip upturned, and her nose is slightly scrunched up to the point where she kinda resembles a squirrel. You snort to yourself at the comparison. Okay, she’s adorable, so it took everything in you to contain your laughter. Obviously, you did a poor job since Jesse and Dina turn to your stifled giggling, following your eyes to see a plainly disgusted Ellie judging them. 

They get flustered, shyly laughing it off while Ellie pretends to scold them. “Welcome back. Now cut it out.”

Ellie turns to you with a surprisingly bewitching smile that catches you way off guard, and mouths out ‘gross’ while stealing a glance at the couple. 

“Pfft, I think it might be time to change topics.” You say, biting back the smile forming on your lips. Ellie is unintentionally endearing, you can tell because, well, she’s growing on you. Maybe you’ve been overthinking the whole thing? From the looks of it, she might’ve just needed to warm up to you. You like that conclusion much more than anything else. Anything else being a possibly unflattering angle of your ass cheeks.

Dina chuckles before nodding, “Okay, well,” Dina puts a hand on your shoulder and looks between Jesse and Ellie, “She’s a dance major too. The trendy kind.” 

“Trendy kind?” Ellie asks, focusing on you as she waits for an answer.

You roll your eyes at Dina for the silly description and fixate back on Ellie, finding yourself unusually nervous under her stare. “I’m focusing on commercial dance choreography. For singers, concerts, things like that.”

“She also did ballet for ages.” Dina chimes in. You nod reluctantly, since it was a long time ago, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t still use those skills. 

“Oh, that explains it.” Ellie says, looking directly at you, clearly without a thought. She doesn’t mean anything bad by it, it just explains why she was weirdly infatuated with your back; your posture. Either way, that was supposed to stay in her head and not for you to hear.

You raise a brow, barely tilting your head to the side as you ask, “Explains what?”  

You hold your eye contact with Ellie this time, silently waiting for an answer. 

“Oh— err—“ Ellie stammers. She has no idea how to save herself. Even if she did, she doesn’t think she’d be able to say it when you’re looking at her like that. Looking up at her quizzically, slightly pouting out your full bottom lip. You’re a bit intimidating, you’ve always been a bit intimidating to everyone. However, Ellie finds herself oddly attracted at the same time and it’s really fucking with her brain. You aren’t even trying to be threatening though, you only want to know what she thinks of you. For no particular reason. 

Ellie, flustered beyond comprehension, can only shrug and manage out, “Uh, nothing? I guess, um, that’s how you two met?” 

You calm your expression, afraid Ellie might melt if you put any more heat on her and for the record, she would’ve, but not for what you think. You couldn’t read her at all and it made you wanna rip your hair out. 

You end up giving her a small nod while a trace of curiosity lingers on your face. 

Coincidentally, Ellie can’t read you either. Do you know she was the one “creeping” on you last night? If you don’t, then maybe all hope isn’t lost for her. But, of course, she can’t fucking tell. One second you’re looking at her like she’s a ghost, the next you’re giggling at all her jokes. But she’s not an idiot, she knows that as long as she doesn’t completely scare you off; she can complete her final. The only question from here is if she’ll ever gain the courage to ask you. 

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The answer to that is no. No, no, no. You’ve been integrated into Ellie’s life for weeks now. Although it hasn’t been daily you always show up at least twice a week, over three when she’s lucky. It’s been weeks and she still can’t ask you. 

In her defense, you guys are never alone. You haven’t even walked by Ellie since the dance wing and art wing are nowhere near each other. You’re always with Dina, she’s always with Jesse. All four of you occasionally meet up for lunch, or spot each other at student events and parties. Never just you and her. Ellie has tried to rehearse just asking you casually with Dina and Jesse around, but that sounds like a fuckin’ humiliation ritual. Imagining you saying “ew, no” or bringing up how she was ogling you through your window in front of them. 

It’s not like you’ve been giving her the impression that you would. It’s actually far from that. You’re a walking ray of sunshine. You always, and I mean, always say hi to her first. Ellie might be a little nuts, considering it’s only between her and Jesse, but she swears you do. Sometimes, you even avoid him to get to her first and she thinks it’s the cutest damn thing ever, but as far as she knows, that’s just her imagination playing a sick prank on her delusion.

Good news is that her work has improved since she still gets to see you often. She steals glances at you, taking mental pictures of you whenever she can. If someone told her to draw you eating a damn french fry, she’d be able to do it perfectly. 

Her professor leaves less marks on her work than usual, and with finals rapidly approaching, Ellie thinks this is the best she’ll ever be able to do. It’s way better than before and the chances of you modeling for her are slim to none, so she’s trying to convince herself she’s perfectly fine with wrapping it up here. Acting like it doesn’t eat away at her to not be able to draw your full body, all its perfections and imperfections. 

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You’re chatting with some friends as you gather your stuff up to leave, when your professor calls out your name. Your head shoots up in that direction and you quickly excuse yourself as you walk over to a scruffy looking older man shuffling around paperwork.

“Yes?” You stand neutrally at his desk, completely unaware of what he has to say to you. 

“You’re failing. Failing horrendously,” He shifts in his seat to look at you better, “You know you are human right? You labeled the rectus femoris the tibialis anterior for fuck’s sake.” 

The… what? You had absolutely no idea you were failing and no idea what he was saying. Yeah, you spent zero time studying, but it’s human anatomy. It’s just a stupid mandatory course. The classes with actual dancing are what you put your time and effort into. What type of asshole teaches a science course at an arts school, then fails the students? Whatever.

You bite your tongue before speaking, forcing a faint smile. “Oh, well, can I make up the grade…?”

The man pinches the bridge of his nose before pulling out your paper from the stack and in front of you. “You’re not understanding, out of 640 muscles in the human body you got one correct. The pectoralis major.”

Honestly, you have no words. Seeing the paper in front of you was pretty humbling. 

He laces his fingers as he continues to gruffly speak, “I don’t know if it’s because you’re gay or something and the only thing you can identify are boobs, but this is an easy grade. You had to get at least 200 correct to pass.”

Did he just? Your jaw dropped ages ago, and you start to say something but he immediately cuts you off. “I don’t wanna hear it, take your paper. Study, and I’ll let you retake it. Do not make me have to fail you.” 

You purse your lips, conflicted with how he called you out and how he’s giving you a redo. You just snatch the paper and storm out of the classroom. 

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dina: LMFAOOO

you: its not fucking funny

dina: is it becus ur gay or something

you: STFU!!!!

you: what do i do ffs

you: finals week is coming up soon and im stupid

dina: you shouldve taken the course with me last semester

you: help me study

dina: foh i barely passed 

you: 😭😭😭im so screwed 

dina: no ur not

dina: don’t worry

dina: ask ellie 

Ask Ellie? Your thumbs shake over your screen. How could you ask Ellie? The amount of strength it takes to talk to her in real life without turning into putty is insane. You guys don’t even cross paths enough for you to comfortably ask for a favor, but you really need to pass this class. It definitely wouldn’t be the worst to finally talk to her one on one... hang out with her more… see her more… Fuck it.

you: what’s her number?

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a/n: marvel solos but i think ellie would love dc

[smooth-perceval]

“My love, my life.”

“I’m just a guy who drinks tea.”

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

PART TWO

Max Corner

Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]

Reader finally forgives Lando for being a bad friend, Max finally decided what he wants- if only the reader wants that.

Warnings: 18+ little bit of idk pre-smut or just some ‘steamy scenes’, angst, pregnancy, swearing, some heavy flirting, Google translate?, no proof read.

Key: Y/N (your name), Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 3,783

A/N: I honestly just wanna thank use for the love on each of my post, it means so much 🖤 I’m not the greatest writer in the world, hell I even make myself cringe at things I write… and how I write them but the love I’ve received is just so lovely 🥹 Thank you 🖤 again movie quotes I think- 🥲

**Two weeks 3 days later**

The two boys stuck to what I said, they kept no contact with me… It hurt, hurt like hell that they really didn’t keep in touch, I didn’t expect them to really leave me solo- but here we are.

Slowly the whole situation became more real, I have my first private scan in 4 days- and I did feel joyous. It’s not the greatest situation, but I’m having a baby.

Truthfully the thought always brings a smile to my face, wether I’ve got Max and Lando or not. I’ve always got this baby. And that’s more exciting than anything.

The shock and tears stopped the minute I shut the door on them two boys. I knew I had to be stronger than this for my baby. And I was adamant on not letting some stupid boys bring me down in the process, I was going to do this. And I was going to be perfect, all alone.

My parents are both thrilled for me, not the entire situation… but happy for the news, which gave me the motivation I needed. I had my two parents and this little baby, I had more than enough to do this, okay my parents live back in England… but it’ll be fine.

I’ll be honest… this is my mind 24/7, reassuring myself I can do this- with or without Max’s assistance. It was a painful torture… especially when the devil on my shoulder was whispering anything but hope in my ear, telling me everyday this is going to be the struggle of a lifetime without Max… This would last for hours before the perfect little angel would shut him up, and reassure my mind that I was a mother now, and all mothers are strong, and that everything was going to be okay.

I was sitting down eating my dinner, when my phone rang out, making me jump slightly. A contact I wasn’t expecting flashing on the screen, followed by a message I wasn’t sure I’d receive.

“Landiniho 🏎️”

Please read this.

I’m sorry I haven’t been in contact, I thought it’s best to leave you be- as I wasn’t the greatest friend. What your doing is incredible- and if anything after the way Max reacted, I should’ve realised then you needed a friend than some idiot screaming because he wasn’t told a secret- I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart, I don’t want our friendship to feel like nothing to you, because it means the whole world to me… Please forgive me.

P.S: don’t give my uncle rights to Carlos please.

P.P.S: I’m so proud of you.

Love Lan x

Could I help the smile that broke out on my face? No, it’s Lando. Was I still mad at him… again no. He was just reacting in a way any friend would if their pal didn’t tell a secret. It hurt how he reacted sure… but he still my friend.

Typing a message back I sighed clicking onto Max’s contact… still reading the last message he sent

“Maxiiii 🦁”

“Hope your feeling better Schat. Me and the idiot will be round after quali x ” (Darling)

My phone sounded again multiple times, I clicked on Lando’s notification, laughing to myself at the spam messages.

“Landiniho 🏎️”

Your how far?!

Already-

I haven’t been there…

I’m sorry, are you getting an early scan?

I’d love to come?!

I’m trying to make it up to you for being a shitty friend x

Messaging him back I confirmed the scan date, time and location. Was he forgiven easily, yes. So easily, but it gave me some sense of relief knowing he cares.

The scan was a day before he had to fly out to Canada, but he was adamant on being there, meaning he had to fly from Barcelona, back to Monaco then to Canada. Which only made me feel guilty at the insane amount of effort. I’m glad I got Lando back, truthfully the sun didn’t shine without him.

The days had passed, nothing major happening, Max still hadn’t reached out, and as the days went on I was pulling myself further away from him, not wanting any association with him.

I was getting ready for my scan and my phone signalled, Lando reminding me of the appointment, he had kept in touch a lot… he really was apologetic, and I’m so glad he reached out cause it sure did dull the devil on my shoulder. He wasn’t so loud anymore…

Lando messaged last night when he arrived back in Monaco telling me he had arrived and that he would see me in the morning. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, Max or no Max I had someone. I missed Max. Missed him a ton… even if whatever we did was a ‘mistake’ just having him as a best friend, someone I could talk to- I missed just him. It’s a different vibe with Max,

With Max it was late nights curled on the sofa, gossiping about paddock life, a glass of wine in hand and soft touches that we both swore was innocent, we just had another level of connection- someone who understood myself on a different level.

Lando on the other hand? It was hectic- spur of the moment kind of things, he would call at random times of the day telling me we are going somewhere and expect me to be ready- it was always an adventure! It was always a laugh and joke between two friends.

Two different vibes, with two different outcomes- my brain doesn’t function without Lando’s random calls, however my heart aches without Max’s teasing smiles and lingering touch… I was really in deep.

I was waiting around in the parking lot, legs jittering around nervously trying to spot Lando’s car anywhere, waiting only for a few more minutes before heading inside and checking myself in. I hadn’t heard from him for a few hours and he hadn’t respond to any messages… which only led me thinking he had to go somewhere else- which is fine, his a busy guy…

There was still no sign of him- and I was now getting called into the office, sighing with defeat I got up shuffling in. That little flicker of hope burning out- all I needed was a friend today…

Me and the nurse was going through a few documents, and details to cover about the pregnancy, before she asked me to go behind the curtain and remove my bottoms and underwear, placing a sheet over myself, then requesting for me lay down on the bed while she got her equipment ready. The door rattled slightly from a soft knock, causing us both to look up.

“Sorry- two minutes.” The nurse smiled apologetically before getting up and opening the door slightly and stepping outside.

Within a few seconds the door was opened again by the nurse and following behind was him.

Max- he had a cap on and was holding onto some sunglasses I guess he is calling that his “disguise” some dark blue jeans and a casual white t-shirt.

Mouth hung open I stared at him, sitting up on the bed. Ensuring the sheet was still covering myself. “What are you doing here?”

“Lando said you had an scan…”

“I haven’t heard from you in weeks.” I angrily whispered, I felt a rage in me all of a sudden to bite this man’s head of. Yet grab him and hold him tight and thank him for being here.

With his head hung low he stepped closer, giving the nurse a small smile. “Maybe we discuss all of that stuff after this?…” glancing back and fourth between me and the nurse.

And once again in defeat I sunk back onto the bed turning my head away from him. The little flicker of light burned in my chest, and I couldn’t help the small smile… it’s a good thing I had my head turned so he couldn’t see what he was doing to me.

Giving me hope again.

“Where’s Lando?” Mumbling I watched as the nurse started preparing everything.

“I- I asked him if he could wait out there.”

Nodding my head in acknowledgement the nurse then looked up smiling.

“Are you ready? It may feel a little cold- but it shouldn’t cause any discomfort, if it does just let me know straight away.”

Nodding my head again I smiled a little glancing over at the screen, trying to find any form of distraction.

Taking a sharp in- breath at the coldness of the gel, the nurse laughed a little apologising once again. She was right there was no discomfort, the room was silent as we was all watching the screen waiting for any sign of the baby.

“Anddd… there is your baby.” Pointing up at the screen, the picture showing what looked to be a small bean.

Resting my head back onto the pillow in a happy daze, I caught a glance over at Max, who was leaning over slightly watching the screen. As if it was out of instinct his hand clasped onto mine in a tight grip, like he needed reassurance for himself. Some form of clarity.

Squeezing his hand back, he broke his gaze looking straight at me, eyes shining with threatening tears, and as quick as he looked at me, he looked back at the screen.

“I’ll just go get the scan printed for you both-” The nurse disposed of the equipment before excusing herself, I untangled my hand from Max’s and held the sheet heading back behind the curtain getting dressed, nervously I shuffled back out from behind the curtain Max now sitting down hands covering his mouth, as if he is understanding the situation properly now.

“We really are having a baby…” his voice was barely audible above a whisper. Humming with a small smile more for myself. I finally got to see my baby- it seems so real now…

Tilting his head up He reached over taking my hand pulling me closer, nearly tumbling over my own feet.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my waist head flushed against my stomach.

“It’s okay-”I whisper back, rubbing the top off his back before pulling away. My hands moved to his face wiping his spilled tears.

“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions I was just terrified-” sighing he looked down at the floor, breathing in and out slowly.

“You wasn’t the only one- I was scared to even tell you.. I didn’t exactly tell you in the greatest way…”

“Well it wasn’t my best reaction, it’s been eating me alive for these past few weeks how bad I acted…”

Shrugging I look away, taking a seat in the doctors chair next to him “Water under the bridge… just glad you and Lando are both back. Even for a day.” Nudging his shoulder he smiled a little, taking my hand once again.

“You got me for a lifetime now.” Laughing a little I hummed rolling my eyes. “Lucky me.”

Both thanking the nurse, and leaving her office Max’s hand was gently placed at the bottom of my back, like a guidance, and in his other hand he was holding the scan photo’s looking at them with a smile on his face.

The wind was nearly took out of me, when Lando practically jumped onto me hugging me tight.

“I’ve missed you.” Letting out a huff, with a little laughter I hugged him back tight. “I missed you too.” He quickly pulled away taking the scan photos from Max walking ahead of us both to the exit.

“Why does it look like rice?” Both shaking our heads we followed behind.

“Because it’s early stages Lan.” Laughing I had a little run catching up with him. “About a month and the baby will start developing little arms and legs!” Linking my arms with his, Max trailing next to us both. I reached my other arm around Max’s linking him as well, pulling both of them closer.

Max followed me back to my place, Lando was complaining that he had to go get some more sleep before his flight in the morning. Leaving us both in the car park and the screeching sound of his tires as he pulled away.

“Did you want tea or anything…?” I poked my head out the kitchen looking over at Max.

“I don’t like tea…”

“What kind of person doesn’t like tea?” I smiled teasingly at him. Shaking my head I trailed back into the kitchen. He laughed lightly following me into the kitchen standing in the doorway.

“A person called Max” he hummed crossing his arms, I spare him a glance, a small smile playing on my lips. In silence I made a tea and offered Max a bottled water, placing his across the kitchen island, me sitting down on the opposite side.

“I’m sorry again, for everything I said.”

“I said don’t worry-”

“No- it wasn’t fair on me to shift blame… if anything it was my fault we was in that situation.” Moving his drink aside, he leaned down on the counter hands clasped together.

Smiling a little, cheeks slightly red at the faint memory. “If I remember it was both of ours…”

“No.” Moving around the counter, I turned on the stool, him now standing in front of me, lost in his own thoughts.

“I knew what I wanted as soon as I crossed that finish line.” Max stared down at me, his mind looked like it was turning, like he was trying to understand himself.

“The night ended with just a slice of what I was thinking about when I got out that car and see you standing there, smiling at me. With that smile of yours… that pretty smile...” he was mumbling words, it was as if he was in a trance, his hand moving up to my face letting his thumb swipe my bottom lip slightly before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I was frozen in place- scared to act on my thoughts… I didn’t want the same feeling I’ve had these past three weeks of no Max, I’d rather hold back.

“So this was all planned…?”

“Not exactly planned… I was planning on telling you the truth…” mumbling he looked down at my hands that were fiddling around on my lap. “It was just me telling you without words-” once again my face burned red at the thought of what we got up to 3 weeks ago.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same?” Looking back up at me he quirked a brow- like he was taunting me for words.

“Max-”

“Ah-” Cutting me off, he stepped between my legs caging me against the island arms either side as he held onto the counter, his head had ducked slightly, trying to level with me.

“Do you, or do you not?” Shaking my head quickly, not trusting my voice, I already knew my body had given every motion for him to continue, from the way I was biting my lip, to even leaning in so our chest are nearly touching.

Humming to himself in disapproval, his hand grazed over my hip, dancing up my stomach and resting on the centre of my chest, “Your heart says different…” his eyes followed his hands as they slowly roamed my body. My body was reacting to every little touch. Telling him to continue even if I said anything different.

His fingers brushed above my heart again as he tapped his finger to the racing heart beat. “You don’t feel the same?” He didn’t even need an answer from me to know how I was feeling- I’m sure even my eyes speak for themselves.

“Max…” whispering I looked down at his hand removing the one from my chest. “I invited you for tea…” subconsciously my tongue darted out licking my bottom lip as I looked back up at him.

Raising his eyebrows a small smile playing on his lips, I tugged at his other hand removing it from my hip,clearing my throat.

“And you, don’t can’t do relationships.”

As quickly as I removed him he was back on me- like a lion stalking it prey. His lips trying to kiss every inch of my face, and as much as I was trying to hold back- I failed… my hands gripped onto his bicep and shoulder, head slowly falling back as his lips trailed down my neck whispering sweet nothings.

“You’ve stated what you think I can’t do and not what you want.”

“I don’t want something that you can’t do.” He placed a soft kiss behind my ear, making me only bite my bottom lip- trying not to give myself away any more than I have…

“Maybe I can.”

“I don’t want if, buts and maybes. I want absolutes.” Gulping, closing my eyes. I let out a shaky breath, my hands slowly moving to his chest, before I pushed him back gently.

We was both now staring at each other, breathing heavily, like it was our last.

Covering my face with my hands I stood up, my fingers combed through my hair as I left the kitchen wandering to the living room, my hands finally resting in my hips I turned to Max, who as always was following behind me.

It was awkward… the energy was still basking on lust- and me and Max just didn’t know how to use our words.

“I should go…” clearing his throat, scratching the back of his head he looked down and the floor.

“Maybe it’s for the best…” I whispered it, only because it was a lie. The silence overcoming us again.

“Right-” he moved his hands to be clasped together in front of his trousers- hiding anything to show for the little break in the kitchen. Shuffling his feet slowly he moved down the hallway to the door, quickly pulling his shoes back on.

“Oh… did you want to take one of the scan photos… you don’t have to?” Tilting my head slightly, I could barely hear myself let alone his response over my pounding heart.

I only knew what he said by the nod of his head that followed, I quickly ran to my bag in the lounge grabbing one of the scans and bringing it back to him holding it out.

Smiling a little he pinched the other corner of the photo- both scared once again to go near each other. Max was looking back down at the scan photo as he took it from me, the smile on his face only wider.

“That’s our bab-”

I couldn’t tell you what came over me- I just needed to kiss him- even if it was a last- his lips had kissed everywhere on my face today- but my lips, and they craved the sensation so terribly.

I practically jumped onto him arms around his neck- and it’s now I thank heavens for his quick reaction, I probably would’ve slid back down him if he hadn’t reacted. The scan photo getting caught between our colliding chest, both his arms were fasted tightly around my waist holding myself in the air-

Our lips felt as if they’re moulding together, both hungry, desperate, lustful.

I felt his hands slide from my waist down to the backs of my thighs tugging them up around him, before he moved back along the hall to the lounge. Both giving feather kisses, my hands tugging the end of his hair softly. He couched slightly placing me on the arm of the sofa before pulling himself back slowly.

The picture now fell from between us and we both looked down at it before he picked it back up placing it on the coffee table.

No words needed to be said, his hands were supporting me as he placed soft kisses back on my lips, and with every kiss we slowly fell back onto the sofa, Max climbing further up, one knee between my legs the other practically hanging off the sofa holding him up slightly.

And in silent agreement we both started undressing each other, as if it was the first time again. Both awed by the sight of one another.

As always, Max looked heavenly, his hair was disheveled from my fingers running through, his eyes were a bright blue filled with lust and adoration, the apples of his cheeks were flushed red… his toned body was warm to the touch. He always is perfect.

Moving closer his soft, wet kisses were making their way down my exposed chest, feeling him smiling against my skin after every kiss he placed. Mumbling things like-

“So perfect…”

“My pretty girl.”

“My schat” (darling)

I felt as if I was floating, if this is what heaven feels like I want it everyday.

I said once before- heaven wouldn’t accept two sinners. And there’s no way I could stop from sinning now- if it meant locking me up in the depths of hell I would happily dance myself down to the gates only if I can have Max devouring every inch of my body like he was.

He worshipped my body, and took me on highs I don’t even remember either of us reaching the last time we ended up in such positions.

When all was said and done, our bodies heaved with exhaustion, Max still pulled back on his underwear and hauled himself upstairs to the bathroom getting wet towels to clean us both up with. He even helped me get my underwear and his T-shirt on… he took such gentle care with me, it was difficult not to love him.

It took some time before our breathing levelled out, Max turned his head bringing his lips to kiss my forehead. A small smile tugged at my face, my head now leaning against his shoulder.

“Please stay the night…” he moved his hand around cupping my cheek, placing more kisses to the top of my head.

“Don’t have to ask twice.” My smile widened and I responded with a hum.

“I’m going to make a cup of tea, did you want a cold drink?…” slowly I pushed myself of the sofa stretching turning to look at him.

His hands slowly moving up each sides of my legs, as he looked up at me.

“I’ve got more water?”

“Actually I’ll have tea.” I raised my eyebrows at him, brushing some hair back.

“Are you trying to impress me?”

“Of course not, I’m just a guy who drinks tea.” Laughing a little I push his head back gently leaving him in the lounge.

We have so got this Verstappen.

A/N: idk what it is but I just had terrible writers block- and as you can tell it was sort of forced finished, so hopefully Part 3 I will have a bit more inspo flowing 🥲 But hope you enjoyed anyways 🖤 Part 3 hopefully end of the week the latest I’ll update if not 🖤

Masterlist

[gothamite-rambler]

The Outlaws helping out Harley

Harley spent the last hour and a half recounting to the Outlaws the harrowing experiences Joker had put her through—his manipulation, the various forms of abuse, how he let her come perilously close to death numerous times, and how he always twisted things to make her feel like it was her fault.

Harley (concluding her story): After finally escapin' and acceptin' that Joker never truly loved me, I thought maybe this whole redemption thing could work. And, well, it has. That’s probably all I want to say about it.

She sighed contentedly, leaning back in her chair. The reaction from the Outlaws was stunned silence mixed with horror. Artemis even covered her mouth, struggling to find the right words.

Roy (speaking first): He threw you out of a window because you explained a joke?

Harley (coolly): Yeah. Fucked up, I know.

Bizarro (disgusted): He didn’t leave you in a vat of acid and not escape? He is good man!

Harley: Tell me about it. He’s dead to me now, stuck up at Arkham and always schemin' his next escape. I heard Slade gave him a serious beatin' a few weeks back. Caramel, I’d say.

Jason (checking his gun’s ammo): You mean karma.

Harley: Oh, right. Sorry. I said that a lot with Joker, too, for the smallest things.

Artemis (struggling to restrain her anger): Yeah, you mentioned the ice cream cake incident. Hey, Harley, we appreciate you opening up. It takes a lot of courage, and I’m glad you feel comfortable here with us.

Harley: No problem! When I started this group therapy, I wanted it to be a safe space for everyone to share what’s been botherin' 'em. I trust all of you. So, who's next?

Artemis sent a quick message to Jason, Roy, and Bizarro, receiving a thumbs-up in reply.

Artemis: We need to put a pause on this. There's something urgent we have to handle—someone awful we’ve dealt with before. We're going to pay him a visit.

Harley (crossing her legs, intrigued): Kill or no kill? I want you to be honest; that’s how my street therapy works.

Roy (checking his phone for the right response): No kill. That would be way too easy. He needs to live and suffer. While we’re gone, can you watch Lian?

Harley (perking up): I can watch her? Yes! We’re goin' to have so much fun together! Sorry for bein' so energetic; I’ve always loved kids. You guys do ya thing, and I’ll hang out with Lian. Then we can get… whatever you want. My treat!

Jason sighed and covered his face at her over enthusiastic response.

Jason (in his head): Oh my God, she's so hurt.

Artemis (nodding in agreement with Jason's reaction): Yeah, I get it.

Bizarro (sincere): Harley? You're... not our friend. I don’t want you to know that. Okay?

Harley (smiling, understanding what he meant): I needed to hear that. Thanks, pals.

Wiping her eyes, Harley got up and headed to Lian’s room to let her know they were going to spend the day together. Meanwhile, Roy prepared for their trip to Arkham.

Roy: We can be there in about thirty minutes.

Artemis: Jason, just checking—are you okay with this?

Jason: I’ll probably stay outside and keep watch because I will kill him if I see him. I want you to shoot him though, the leg at least. I had no idea he did... that much awful shit to her. He just keeps getting worse.

Artemis: It’s like the worst of Zeus mixed with Apollo. Let’s hurry before she catches on—she is not paying for our food either! Hera, I’m going to snap his penis like a twig.

Roy: Fair enough... Not sure how you're going to pull that off, but fair.

Artemis (cracking her knuckles): Oh, I’ll find a way.

The group moved quickly, just as Harley was leaving Lian's room, holding her hand and leading her to the living room.

Harley: So, it’s about dogs in Australia?

Lian: Yeah! It’s really cute, but heads up—Bluey and Bandit are sisters, not brothers. It’ll make sense when we start watching it.

Harley shrugged and sat down on the couch with Lian, pulling up Disney Plus on the television.

[oldhalloweentape]

🐀Junkrat (OW I & II) x (gn) Reader💣

(Beginning relationship pt. I Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(My friend @mushygutznstuffz helped me pick out this song!! Thanks again man, love you!!!)

- Boisterous to a fault, Junkrat is the type to want the world for you, him, and his best pal Roadie!

- Could ramble on and on about it for hours, and usually at a fast pace because he’s used to people ignoring him. Extremely excited when he realizes you were actually listening, engaging with him when he’s on a verbal tirade about his schemes.

- Again, he is not used to being in a romantic relationship or really knowing how to express it. But he tries so hard to convey it because he knows how much it means, but it becomes too much at times.

- Telling him to tone it down is probably the way to go— That or I hope you like stolen shit because the second he sees something loosely related to what you like and just goes yoink. Now it’s in your hands. Don’t ask where it came from <3

- Sometimes the gifts are a bit worse for wear— I mean it’s Junkrat what do you expect? Has given you so many bouquets with scorched and wilted flowers. It’s the thought that counts.

- Speaking about thought, he genuinely tries when it comes to you, wants to know and remember so much— Writes (more like scribbled, we all know that mans writing is chicken scratch) and keeps soot smeared sticky notes about things you said and he managed to remember littered about in his work space.

- The first one to say “I love you” like three hours after you guys make it official, why would he wait to say it when it took him so much time to realize his feelings and confess?

- He’s definitely not afraid of PDA, even on the battlefield, smacking you on the ass after a team kill, giggling insidiously as you punch him on the shoulder.

- If you are particularly touchy he has the tendency of wiggling in excitement, squealing all the while.

- So much energy in that lanky body of his, sometimes he gets too caught up in his emotions— Impulsivity is his middle name.

- Just about anything that includes his explosives gets his blood pumping, shaking in excitement like he’s a chihuahua that just gave a blood donation and he’s obsessed with holding onto you in some way as he does.

- His favorite thing to do is scoop you up and give you a bear hug smooshing his face against your hair. I mean, homie’s 6’6, but if you’re like taller— He’ll still do it, doesn’t matter. He’s determined goddamnit.

- If you don’t like it he’ll try to keep that in mind but he does have the tendency to forget a lot.

- Boundaries will have to be established, which will naturally have him pouting like a kicked puppy.

- Affectionate bribery is his go to when he wants to do something highly illegal with you, if you reciprocate it gets his eccentric ass self cackling and giggling.

- Makes you so much shit, weapons included, I also see him naming weapons after you. He just can’t resist naming them after you, you’re perfection in his eyes. Not that he’d ever admit to spare his ‘reputation’ (but let’s be honest, everyone knows he’s whipped for you).

- Loves you so so so much— But it’ll take some time for him to be convinced to take a shower, stinky, greasy, soot covered little fuck.

- Stubborn too, so it’s a legit stand off between you, him, and Roadhog (cause let’s be honest anyone would get fed up with smell grease and B.O mixed in a unholy concoction of death). It eventually ends with Roadhog being able to grab him from behind, with Junkrat fighting tooth and nail to get out of this inevitable event.

- When it’s all said and done after like an hour of struggle, bubbles, and dirty water he’ll just sit angrily on the couch, arms crossed and muttering under his breath as you dry off his hair with a towel.

- Which kinda makes up for it, likes it when you scratch his head with your fingers. Feels nice against his scalp, though, he’ll give you guys the silent treatment for like three hours maximum before he gets right back to his chattering and shenanigans.

(There!! Now, I’ll get back to my Venture bullshit again, stay tuned!)

[thatfreshi]

"Quit" (Uni AU P. 17)

GUYS IT'S BEEN SO LONG BUT FRESHIAU IS BACK! Sorry for the hell of a cliffhanger I gave you, whoopsies :)

tw - mentions of abuse, hospitalization

The next half-hour is a blur unlike any you've known before. You, Gale, and Karlach pile into the art student's shitty mini-van.

"I'm sure he's okay Tav."

Karlach tries to give you an assuring hand on the shoulder, but you think back to the phone call, the way the nurse wouldn't tell you anything, how you yelled in the middle of a damn cafe. It would be embarrassing if you didn't know the stakes that were in this trip to the hospital, that Astarion isn't the type for medical assistance unless it's absolutely necessary.

Other than Karlach's comment and the occasional flick of a blinker, the car is almost entirely silent. Gale drops you off at the front before leaving to park, and your tall friend stays by your side as you enter the sterile, sad building. When you get to the desk, she speaks on your behalf.

"We got a call that Astarion Ancunín was admitted here?"

"What's your relation to the patient?"

Karlach hesitates, before pushing you forward slightly.

"Well I'm just his friend, but my pal Tav here is his spouse!"

You give her a slightly concerned look, but soften when you know she just wants you to be able to see him.

"You can come back this way Tav."

It's all so quick and without feeling. Truthfully, you know medical professionals deal with this kind of thing on the daily, but the lack of concern for him makes you a little sick to your stomach. The words of your guide fall on deaf ears when you make it to his room, rushing in before she can even finish her sentence. She closes the door behind you as you're met with Astarion, your dear Aster, who looks far more beat down than usual.

"How in the hell did you manage to get back here?"

He asks with a slight smirk, the bags under his eyes far more noticeable than before. You can't help but smile at his charm, but replace it with a bitter expression soon after.

"That's not important right now. What happened?"

The urge to yell and scream is kept at a simmer, and instead your voice is kept soft, like plush moments of reading law papers, like falling asleep with your best friend, like cheap espresso and designer fabrics.

"Severe dehydration I suppose. I passed out, and Petras called an ambulance, which I'm sure got him beat to no end. Stupid decision if you ask me."

"Oh, so you quite literally pass out, and your first reaction is to think about Petras?"

He ponders your words for a moment as you finally sit at the edge of the bed.

"Trust me... I've already had plenty of time to think about just how bad this was. Thankfully when I lost consciousness I only bruised my poor arm, but the doctor said it could've been much worse. Heat stroke, seizures-"

"Okay, let's maybe not talk about all of that."

You start to cry, finally, after a panic-induced state of adrenaline begins to wear off. You get a notification from the group chat. Gale says Lae'zel, Shadowheart, and Wyll Ubered over. You show your phone to him.

"Look, everyone showed up."

You smile softly, feeling a trail of tears hit your lip. It tastes salty.

"Of course they did. You all are far too sappy."

"Oh shut it Aster. We were worried."

"Well it's fine now, right? The issue is resolved, so everyone can go home, including you Tav."

You scoff.

"Fat chance. Besides, Karlach kind of told the nurse that I'm your spouse, so it looks weird if I leave now."

"She did what?"

"Yeah, trust me, it was weird."

He gets a little nervous, showing his age for once, that deep down he's still a 20-something-year-old kid. It stays silent for a little bit, and you listen to the monitors in the room, the almost silent IV drip, the steps of people walking up and down the halls. Your listening is interrupted by a tapping on the bed, Astarion trying to get your attention.

"Yeah?"

"I know I struggle to say it sometimes, well, most times, but I do rather appreciate that you came... that all of you came, but you in particular."

You want to be able to appreciate his words, but the fear that lingers beneath doesn't let you rest.

"I don't want to do it again. I don't know if my heart can handle doing all of this again."

"What else would you have me do darling?"

You know what you want to say, and you know what his response will be, but the words leave your mouth anyways.

"Quit. I want you to quit."

He goes to interrupt you, but you put a finger up to shush him, and he obliges.

"I know it feels impossible. I know you've signed how many documents and that you need the money, but you six incredible friends now that can help you through this. Think about it: if you blackout all your socials, stop showing up, what can he really do about it? Cazador can't get on campus. You'd be safe there, and it will look so bad for his image if you suddenly disappear that he'll be scrambling for PR anyways! I think you can do this, that we can do this."

"And what about the money?"

"Student loans? And we can all pitch in when we have extra. And you could pick up a job on campus, maybe something in the law library?"

You're trying to be inspiring, but looking at him like this makes it hard.

"Why do you keep trying so much for me? Truly, you've wasted so much breath on me, even in this moment."

Somehow those sad questions still catch you off-guard. You put a hand on his.

"I don't think I can even word it right Aster. Even if I tried, I don't think the words would make sense, that any of it would make sense to either of us. Just accept that I'm here, trying for you, okay?"

"Okay... then I'll try too. I'll try your ridiculous plan Tav."

[ididdedurmom]

Fanfiction???

This is the fanfic I wrote for my English class

Its the park scene from Johnny's perspective

(this is ass, I'm so sorry)

(I wrote this before we watched the movie btw)

TW: Blood, violence, weapons

The all too familiar blue Mustang circled us slowly; I could vaguely make out the face of the driver through the dark tinted windows.

I swore under my breath, then Pony muttered something I barely managed make out, “What do they want? This is our territory. What are socs doing this far east?”

I shook my head, “I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“Oh, glory,” Ponyboy said with a groan, “this is all I need to top off a perfect night.” He took one last drag off his cigarette and ground the stub under his heel. “Want to run for it?”

“It’s too late now,” I said. “Here they come.” Five Socs got out of the car; I could tell from the way they were swaying that they were higher than a cloud. I shoved my hand into my pocket and gripped my switchblade; I didn't pull it out, but I held on to it tight. I could feel the blood draining from my face and I looked at the Socs like a deer in headlights, or an animal in a trap. Pony and I backed against the fountain. Then the Socs surrounded us, like a pack of wolves. They smelled exactly the same way they did when they jumped me, English leather, and whiskey. I put a tough look on my face, in a desperate attempt to bluff my way to victory. I thought, maybe if I had a weapon and I looked tuff they wouldn’t hurt me or Pony. I wanted to look over at Ponyboy, but I knew I couldn’t let my guard down for a second. I recognized two of the Socs, Bob, and Randy; I couldn’t quite place the names of the other three, but I knew who they were.

I held my breath as I looked down at Bob’s rings, they were practically sparkling in the moonlight. I could almost feel the pain of the scar being made on my left cheek all over again.

“Hey, whatta ya know?” Bob said, his words slurring together, “here’s the little greasers that picked up our girls. Hey greasers.” His words rang in my head. He had said “hey greaser,” when he jumped me almost the same way he said it then.

“You’re out of your territory,” I tried to say in an intimidating voice. “You’d better watch it” Randy swore at us, and they stepped closer. I could feel Bob eyeing me.

"Nup, pal, yer the ones who'd better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up yer own kind--- dirt." The way he said “broad” made me shiver, my father said it the same way. “You know what a greaser is?” Bob asked, keeping his usual smug smirk plastered on his face. “White trash with long hair.” I sort of gasped from shock. The comment didn’t particularly bug me, but that was because it was aimed at Pony. He loved his long hair, it made him look tuff; it’d been months since he last cut it, he loved it so much. It wasn’t the comment that made me mad, it was the fact Bob was insulting my very best friend.

“You know what a Soc is?” Ponyboy responded, his voice was shaking in his rage. “White trash with Mustangs and Madras.” Then he spit at them. Gosh he was tuff.

Bob shook his head and smiled slowly. “You could use a bath, greaser. And a good working over. And we’ve got all night to do it.” He looked at Ponyboy. “Give the kid a bath David.”

Pony tried to run but the Soc caught him. David shoved Pony’s head into the fountain, and I could hear him struggle, but I had bigger problems. Bob and the rest of the Socs were getting closer; I ripped the switch blade out of my pocket and held it tightly. One of the Socs stepped back, but Bob and Randy only got closer.

“Aww, the little guys got a switch blade, whatever will we do?” Randy said sarcastically. He laughed to himself, then he swung at me. Nearly knocked me to the ground, but I kept my balance. I managed to cut a gash through his madras ski jacket. Randy turned to Bob and whispered something I couldn't hear, and Bob lunged at me. He knocked me to the ground and got a few good hits on me.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance, you skuzz.” Bob’s voice was unsteady, he sounded angry. One of his hands was on my throat, and the other was punching me. I don’t know what came over me, or if my anger and hatred for him boiled over, but I gripped my switch blade tight and plunged it deep into the left side of his chest. I saw his face as he loomed over me, I couldn’t tell if it was pain, fear or hatred; maybe it was a mixture of all three. He went stone white, clutched his chest, and rolled over onto his back. His buddies yelled words I couldn't make out and they ran back to the mustang. I watched Bob choke on his own blood, and he went still. I felt like I was freezing, even with the warm blood dripping off my hands. Suddenly I remembered Ponyboy was being drowned, and I looked over to the fountain, he was limp on the ground. I ran over to him and checked to see if he was breathing; when I found out he was, I dropped on the ground beside him and stared into the distance. He came to a couple moments later and coughed up the water in his lungs. I didn’t even turn to look at him. When he quieted down and all I could hear was his breathing, I became aware of the world around me again.

"I killed him," I said it real slow, taking in the reality of what I’d done. "I killed that boy."

This sucks, I'm so sorry

[sweetkpopmusings]

wonwoo best friend headcanons <3

a/n: posting this for the sweet anon who requested it ! my heart is warmed by the love y'all have for these posts, and it's even more warmed by thoughts of being besties with wonwoo because his existence is so heartwarming :,-) pics not mine <33

content: fluff | wc: 0.8k | warnings: none! | pairing: bestfriend!wonwoo x gn!reader | requests: open

he's the chill kind of best friend who makes your life so much more enjoyable just by being in it

your friendship with him is steady beyond belief

and you bring out the best in each other!!

while it may take him some time to get to know you because he's a quiet and shy guy, once he does, you get to see a different side of him compared to most people

for one, he's SO funny and he's ALWAYS cracking jokes

like he figures out your kind of humor and makes jokes in that style because he loves seeing you laugh

tbh he just loves seeing you happy and enjoying life

so he wants to get to know the things you like and partake in any and all activities you do for fun

but he always asks before doing something with you because he respects that we sometimes want to keep certain things as a solo activity :,-) he's SO respectful :,-)

when you do share things with him, he is ALL. IN.

you want to rewatch your favorite childhood tv show? he's coming over to watch it with you, and, when he's unable to come over, he'll watch episodes on his breaks and text you his reactions

he really appreciates you opening up any part of your life to him, so he treats it with the utmost care

and you do the same for him! because you also know how lucky you are to have a wonderful person sharing the things they love with you

regardless of whether you game, he will teach you how to play whatever he's into at the moment, and he'll give encouraging commentary while you learn

once you're getting better, he'll probably start to make jokes like oh, are you really gonna do THAT? interesting choice there, pal

cut to you both playing the same game for hours on end and you get so emotionally invested you both are yelling at the game and/or each other in excitement or defeat (depending on how well you're doing)

his little bookworm heart will recommend books to you out of his favorites, but he'll curate them to what you like or what he thinks you'll like <3

same with games, movies, food, etc.

he asks a lot of questions about you, your likes, your dislikes, and any trivia about you

because he's genuinely interested!!! he thinks it's so cool he gets to know someone like you <3

like he's the type of person who will ask you "what's your favorite color?" when you've both just been sitting in the same room on your phones in silence for hours someone give me quality time with wonwoo please i'm begging you

he also tells you things about himself that he doesn't share with others

he trusts you so so much and he shows he's grateful to you by giving you special parts of him

sometimes he'll text you in the morning when he wakes up from a strange dream just to tell you about it

he really values what you think, on big and small things

which is why he'll come to you if he's struggling with something, feeling low, stressed out, etc

because he knows you'll listen to all his thoughts and concerns and you'll also take the time to work through things with him

and he is the same when it comes to consoling you. he wants you to live the best life you possibly can, and he's going to do everything in his power to help you to achieve that!

he's just such a sweetheart

but don't get me wrong

with all the things he knows about you, he will use it to tease you when he's in the right mood

i can see him teasing his bestie (you) the way he messes with hoshi sometimes like he won't let you live but it's coming from a place of love lmao

if you aren't a fan of teasing, he of course won't do it, but it's really just a way for him to be playful with you :,-)

i think he'd give silly little gifts too

for your birthday, he'll buy you a trinket that represents something in your friendship

it's heartfelt, but it also makes you laugh ! like he really gave you a small snail lamp because you both had a phase where you obsessed over snails and sent cute cartoon drawings of them back and forth

omg or he gets you a lil fun fact book on something you both like so you can share weird fun facts with him every time you meet up for coffee/food and he'll pretend as though he hasn't read a bunch of them already

all in all, friendship with wonwoo is filled with intention. he's an extremely thoughtful best friend down to the tiniest details because he values you so very much <3

*cries in loving wonwoo* brb gotta go pray to the universe that i can have a wonwoo in my life

[littlemagicalstardust]

Orange Cassidy Unpeeled | Hey! (EW), 5/8/22 *Transcribed* (Video) - - - Follow the host: @rjcity1 *Note: If anyone wants me to transcribe more of these videos or other AEW content, feel free to reply to this post or whatever. Let me know what you want transcribed. ---------- RJ: You know if he isn’t coming, I’m gonna leave. That’s it, I’m leaving. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. 

RJ: Welcome to Hey! (EW) I am RJ City and my guest today, Orange Cassidy. 

Hey. Okay you know what? enough with the flim-flam. I know you’re very mysterious. You’re very elusive. You’re very aloof but that seat is hot, pal and these questions are gonna hit hard and I’m gonna get to the bottom of you and what you’re about and I’m not gonna stop until we get to see the real Orange Cassidy, unpeeled. 

You hail from ‘wherever’, tell me about growing up in wherever? 

Climate? major industry? 

Do you still live in wherever or one day you came and you said ‘Mom and pop Cassidy, I’m leaving wherever. I’m never coming back.’? 

OC: Uhm.. these are- these are bad questions. 

RJ: The precise location of wherever was not coming up in my research. I’m familiar with 'Why Arizona?' and 'Why not North Carolina?" but wherever, I could not find a state and you know what? Then I stopped looking because I realized I saw what you were doing and I said this is a message. This is any town USA. In many ways, we are all from wherever and wherever is, wherever is and wherever is everywhere, ever. Better? 

OC: Yeah, I guess. I mean, sure. It’s good. 

RJ: You’re announced as weighing ‘whatever’ and I think that is so brave, to not let numbers categorize us. To not let our weights define who we are because what does it even mean? Weight changes all the time. I weigh something right now. I go eat a hearty reuben, I come back and the number’s totally different and weight is only relative to what we weigh. Here, now on earth. What if we go into outer space? What if there’s a change in the atmospheric pressure? Does our weight define us? I think not. 

OC: Uhm… Reuben?  RJ: What? OC: Reuben.  RJ: Yeah OC: What is that? RJ: It’s a sandwich. It’s a corned beef- OC: American Idol contestant?  RJ: Oh you’re thinking of Mr. Studdard?  OC: Yeah.  RJ: No, no. He has- I mean, he doesn’t have a sandwich. I’m sure he likes it. OC: What year was that? Reuben started? RJ: 2001. Were you.. were you a fan? …

Okay, guess he didn’t stuttered. 

Orange Cassidy ‘Freshly Squeezed’ but the real question is pulp or no pulp? 

OC: Uh That’s a great question. Real original too like I’ve never heard that before. I’ve never been asked this question before so, really good job. 

RJ: To continue the analogy, would you say that you’re from concentrate? 

OC: *sighs* Oh…

RJ: Okay. Do you ever think you’ll turn heel and call yourself Blood Orange Cassidy? 

(OC shakes his head no) 

RJ: Your initials are OC. Do you miss the show?  OC: Yes.  RJ: Do you think Peter Gallagher struggled to find better vehicles after the show ended? he was very talented, very thick eyebrows.  OC: I don’t like to go on the record but I would- I’d like to go on the record RJ: Okay. OC: And say maybe he has the best eyebrows in show business.  RJ: Okay, good. We got clean audio of that? Good. Good. That’ll be on the record. 

They say in the wrestling business you can either make money or you can make friends. You are in a group explicitly called the ‘Best Friends’. How are you holding up financially? 

OC: Who said that? 

RJ: It’s a couple people. It’s an old saying. 

OC: Name one person. 

RJ: There was a guy who had no friends and a lot of money and he thought it would be a good idea.

OC: It’s very general. 

RJ: Yeah.

OC: You named a single person that said ‘you were to make money or friends’ 

RJ: I mean, I think it was somebody named Vern? 

OC: Oh. 

RJ: Troyer or something. 

Do you have acquaintances or is it Best Friends or nothing, for you? 

OC: I don’t- I don’t know.

RJ: What are we? What did you say we are? 

OC: Doing a bad job at this interview? 

RJ: Colleagues, okay. 

OC: Colleagues. 

Your entrance theme is Where is My Mind? by the Pixie Chicks. Do you think the mainstream media was fair to them? 

OC: The Pixie Chicks?  RJ: Yeah. Aren’t they?  OC: The Pixies?  RJ: The fiddle? OC: Pixie Chicks?  RJ: Yeah.  OC: That’s their name?  RJ: It’s what my research turned up. Do you have a favourite chick?  OC: You keep saying the stuff like research.. RJ: Yeah. OC: Where? RJ: Bing.  OC: Bing?  RJ: It’s old but it’s reliable. OC: I use Bing.  RJ: Yeah.  OC: I use Bing.  RJ: You don’t have a favourite chick, with the fiddle? 

Next one. Let’s just- let’s just keep it moving. I’ve seen you been labeled as a comedy wrestler but quite frankly I have not laughed at one thing you’ve done.

OC: I know. RJ: Can you tell me a joke? OC: No.  RJ: It’s kind of a dry humour. Let’s talk about your glasses.  OC: Yep. 

RJ: You got a problem with your cataracts or as many people have surmised, does this have to do with the marijuana cigarettes? 

OC: My sunglasses?  RJ: Mhmm.

OC: No because usually when people ask me to do dumb stuff like this, I’m usually looking at lights a lot so.. 

RJ: So you have astigmatism?  OC: That’s just- No. I just don’t like looking into bright lights.  RJ: Okay. You want to trade?  OC: What? RJ: Glasses? great frames?  OC: No. 

RJ: Your life and your career have been heavily influenced by the Fast and Furious film series. The director just walked off Fast X. Production has been troubled. Are you worried? 

OC: No, I’m hoping to slide in. RJ: Okay. Slide in as- you mean, becoming the director of the film?  OC: Yeah or you could say I’m looking to drift in.  RJ: It’s like a breeze thing? 

You know, the 11th film is also in pre-production. Do you think they’ll give ‘em one of those fun pun names like Fast Furious 11 Can Wait, something like that? 

OC: I don’t like- I don’t like this.  RJ: Okay. 

Well, the series does have a penchant forecasting wrestling and if you’re not a director, maybe you would like to be in the film. Maybe you could do a little screen test. I wrote a line for you. What about this? Can you read this, right there?

OC: Nice car. 

RJ: Hope you’re watching whoever, whoever the director turns out to be. Of course Dwayne Johnson does a fine job in those films, though I think we can all agree… his best role easily was 2006 is the Gridiron Gang, don’t you think? 

OC: No.  RJ: Coach those kids, you know? OC: No.  RJ: You don’t think so at all? OC: No.  RJ: Really? it had pathos, had an understanding, it was about brotherhood, no? OC: No.  RJ: You don’t agree at all?  OC: No. 

RJ: You don’t think that Dwayne Johnson’s finest role was the Gridiron Gang?

OC: Have you seen Fast Five?

RJ: Have you seen the Gridiron Gang? How many footballs are thrown in the fast and furious theory? 

Oh, Oh. You’re gonna walk away? That’s very big of you. Go ahead. Go ahead, walk away. Storm off. Do the things that you do because you can’t handle the heat of these questions. You’re ashamed to admit that you like the Gridiron Gang. Really? Don’t you do- Over- the- the film had pathos. Don’t you- Don’t do it. Wow. Wow. Absolutely reckless and destructive and I for one, am appalled at- Don’t,- Really nice. Really big of you. That’s right. Storm off. Ruin the set. Do what you must. I gave you a lozenge. I knew I pushed him too hard. 

[egittae]

[ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] ; pals in another life... unless?

morion grins, clacking his glass against lambert's for the who-knows-how-many-th time that night. drinking with a buddy is one of the best ways he knows how to pass the time; nothing quite like getting smashed with a friend!

he's not quite sure how many beers in he is---he lost track after the whatever-th time he got his glass refilled. as his hand reaches towards the bowl at the center of the table (for he desires another handful of salty snacks!), he grins sloppily but with endless charm. "ya know, s' not often i get to do this," he remarks through a mouthful of cashews. "go drinkin' with people. much as i wish i could. so m' glad we could do it tonight!"

after inhaling almost all of the cashews on the table, morion realizes how terribly rude he's being. he obviously needs to give nuts to his pal, too! "whoops. sorry, didn't realize how much of these things i put away," he mutters, trying and failing more times than should be necessary to pick up the single cashew left in the bowl. "here. you c'n have it." he attempts to feed it to lambert, misses, and watches as it falls into his beard instead.

to be a good friend one must always be ready to rectify their mistakes. "damn! how bad am i, huh?!" morion laughs at his own incompetence. if diamant saw him like this, he'd drag morion out by his ear for getting so hammered. "seriously, i'm not usually this shit at holdin' a cashew, for dragonssake... here, let me get it."

as any normal person would do, morion leans in to take the cashew... with his mouth. he doesn't trust his hands not to slap lambert at this point. at least the worst he can do this way is, like, bite him or something.

morion gets so close he can smell the night on lambert---alcohol, the outside air, and his natural scent mix together into something almost more intoxicating than the beer he's been throwing back. this smell is so interesting to him that he pauses mid-movement just to experience it a little more. is this normal? hell no. does he care? motherfucker, he's trying to take a cashew out of his friend(?)'s beard with his mouth. of course he doesn't care.

...but lambert probably does. it wasn't like he'd been invited to give his buddy a weirdly homoromantic sniff or two; morion's been sitting there with his mouth dangerously close to lambert's lips for longer than any reasonable amount of time. he won't go there. not when all they've been is friends.

"s'rry," comes morion's muffled, almost defeated-sounding grunt as he pulls himself back. "you, uh. you can get that. wouldn't be right of me t'eat that when i was just tryin' to give it to ya."

[ tw: mention of alcohol/being drunk ]

Cheeks red from the alcohol, his body relaxed and his mind unable to really focus on anything for too long but at the same time not too scattered to the point he couldn’t think straight. He was just buzzed, having a good time. Lambert could tell that he had been thankfully blessed with a fairly good tolerance to alcohol, as all he felt was at best a comfortable fun buzz.

That guy however, was on another level. They hadn’t even gotten that many drinks yet and the guy was already slurring his speech all over, barely able to even grab a cashew. Or perhaps it was Lambert who was able to down volumes of alcohol without it affecting him too much...either way. The blond simply watched, smiling as he tried to hold back a laugh as Morion continued his struggles with the small salted nut only for it to swiftly land on Lambert’s own beard.

He couldn’t not laugh at that, the sound hearty and warm. “I think that perhaps you have had too many drinks, my fellow.” It wasn’t meant to be a dig at Morion’s state, but at the same time…it was funny. “Worry not, you may have it. If anything I would say you need it more than I do, that is certain.” Alcohol tolerance aside, he did eat something nice before they started to drink- so he was set for the night.

Morion was an insistent man, however. Lambert was curious to see what he’d come up with for this little cashew. He could pick it off Lambert’s beard and just hand it to him directly, yes.

Or he could try to grab it with his mouth. That was A Decision.

What is up with this guy? It was just too funny. Well, maybe if Lambert were completely sober he’d find it shocking, but right now all he did was chuckle as he watched Morion come closer and closer…and then he stopped. Did he get shy?

The blond rolled his eyes. “You know, you can just ask for it.” He waited for an extra bit, then just leaned forward to press a light kiss to the corner of Morion’s lips. “Instead of using a cashew as an excuse. A valid attempt, however.” Lambert then plucked the cashew from his own beard, and fed it to Morion- his attempt much better coordinated.

Was Morion married anyway? If he was then...ah, the wife wouldn't mind a smooch between bros, would she? Nah.

[andrewknightley]

OK SO I FINISHED BG3 thoughts and stuff under the cut (spoilers obvs) . Pals and mutuals that played feel free to comment it with me, and also wyll enjoyers pls do interact fkfkdk

SPOILER about the ending

-Ok so i was playing a good tav dwarf paladin romancing wyll, got my team of wyll/lae'zel/karlach, but lae'zel felt like the real main character of this story and honestly its what she deserves.

-got orpheus and turned him into a mind flayer sorry bro. and then the emperor gets angry and fights with the baddies. like gosh this guy sucks

-saved the day yadda yadda and lae'zel went away to guide her kind and LOOK SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND FOREVER i was so sad but i knew it was what she wanted but IT PAINS ME

-then gale leaves me to become a god, and then astarion gets attacked by the sun and runs away and im like wow this ending is such a downer everyone is leaving me

-AND THEN. KARLACH.......

-Ok so i cried like a baby like. i fucked up i dont know what i did wrogn i cant believe karlach is gonna die im SOBBING

-But wyll is like "WE CAN LIVE ALL FIGHTING DEMONS IN HELL" and got the coolest shit ever of these 3 going on adventures like you dont know HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS ENDING!!! im so happy aaah TOT

-then there is the epilogue and it's the cutest thing i can hug shadow heart and halsin and karlach :_) tried with astarion but i dont know if its impossible or i had him too low (every companion loves me but he finds me acceptable fgoihdgfjiodgio) anyways i wanted to hug all my friends

-gale is a god and like good for him but im like ??? damn we dont see his mission or anything he does this all off screen?? i wanted to see his struggles and stuff idk i wanted to see the FEELINGS

-anyways idk if i got a bug or something but when i get to talk with people about what i am doing is just me and karlach and 0 mention of wyll idk why TOT let me talk about my romantic companion pls

-also i had like 2 options to talk with romanced wyll and way more conver with astarion wich again i didnt even have very high on his love for me (i do love him and my chara frienenemy status tho) but why only 2 options for wyll i wanna talk with him moreeee at the end

-he did blow me a kiss it was the cutest thing tho

-Again idk if i got a bug but i never get anyone commenting on my relationship with wyll and i know the companions gossip about karlach and probs other charas >-<

-i heard a friend who had to kill karlach to get to see her gale ending so i tried in another save to see what happened (it was awful btw) and that was the only way to get an extra scene of wyll telling me to go for mizora and having other people aknowledge him in the epilogue (just with jaheira it lets me say wyll, with astarion and shadow heart they gave me answer like "oh im with my lover" and such instead of by name)

-i am a big fan of wyll but not so much of wyll missions, like they are fun to play but gosh i wanted the cool FEELINGS moments like lae'zel, shadow heart, astarion and karlach had, i feel he is straight up a classic hero tale and i want to see this man overwhelming with feelings of all the stuff he suffered. also more stuff with the dad idk i couldnt even tell him im with his son that could had been cool

-gale also feels like ???? he didnt have a proper mission and was like off screen wich is a bit weird to me ??

-my fav chara is wyll and then second lae'zel who is perfect 0 notes on her 100% increible. Then Do Not Make Me Choose for the other origin companions i cant. I love them so much. I didn't like astarion at first and i was like "really this is the man all my friends and everyone is obsessed about??" but then act 3 arrived and i was like Ah. I Get It Now. I would say my less fav is gale but because i didnt bring him anywhere so next game im def paying him more attention.

-anyways i could have some notes but in general i fucking loved this game so much TOT

[dogbunni]

dude your nendou HCs?? on fucking point.

anyway!! if you'd like to: nedou and saiki! friendship hcs!

OUGH friendship hcs??? let's see

[sits bolt upright as my eyes start flickering and emitting light] [several nendo&saiki headcanons are projected onto the wall]

-nendo is an extreme extrovert and saiki is an extreme introvert. now we've all heard of extrovert/introvert friendships and how the extrovert adopts the introvert and yes absolutely nendo did adopt saiki but also get this: nendo is an extrovert who struggles to make friends. he is loud and crude and not super smart and most people find him a little off-putting. saiki on the other hand is an introvert with an insanely high stat in charisma for no fucking reason and most definitely against his will. people are drawn to him despite his best efforts to push them away. therefore nendo and saiki are the dream team. they compliment each other. nendo's unlikeability keeps the normals well away from saiki, whereas saiki's baffling magnetism attracts the weirdos not put off by nendo's nendoness. nendo finally has the friendship group of his dreams, and saiki gets his likeability score tanked every time nendo calls him "pal". incredible.

-theyve been friends long enough now that they can do that weird BFFL thing where they can finish each others sentences and guess pretty accurately each others train of thought. this caused a crisis for saiki bc for a minute he thought nendo actually could read his mind.

-when I say saiki can pretty accurately guess what nendo is thinking I mean that nendo is pretty much always thinking about ramen

-nendo however will have real conversations with saiki where saiki says nothing. not even with his telepathy. nothing. nendo just knows through BFFL magic what saiki would say. saiki loves this, despite being a bit scared that nendo is always right on the money

-sometimes saiki indulges nendo's weird impulsive thoughts. they're both teenage boys. saiki is repressed, but also a silly little guy at heart. he has pushed nendo down a very steep hill in a shopping cart, while nendo stood upright in it, T-posing and screaming the whole way. he fell out and split his lip on the pavement.

-they play saiki's weird bargain bin games together. you can't convince me that they don't.

-they absolutely bully each other and yes it is a love language. sometimes you just need to tell your best friend that he is ugly and a freak of nature and that is okay <3

-they clown on saiki's dad together. saiki likes the challenge of pranking kuniharu without using his powers. nendo just likes seeing kuniharu suffer

-they once bought up every single coffee jelly for miles and then had a taste testing tournament involving a sticker chart to find the best coffee jelly factoring in best quality for money. granted, saiki did a lot of the heavy lifting for this one, but nendo enjoyed putting stickers onto the chart. it holds the record for the most saiki has ever smiled in one day

-once kusuke came over and tried to pull some bullshit while they were hanging out and they just looked at each other and then started throwing shit at him. like;

kusuke: KUSUO I HAVE COME TO EN-

kusuo: (throws TV remote at his head)

kusuke: TO ENGAGE YOU IN-

nendo: (throws a half eaten sandwich at his head)

kusuke: IN A BATTLE OF W-

kusuo: (throws a water bottle at his head)

kusuke: OF WITS- STOP THROWI-

nendo: (throws his chair at his head)

this only ended bc kuniharu thought it looked fun and tried to join in. they then started throwing things at him instead.

-nendo got them matching "I LOVE MY BEST FRIEND" t shirts. saiki has never worn his and never will but nendo wears his fucking constantly

-saiki retaliated by getting t-shirts that said "IM WITH STUPID" and "IM STUPID" on them. jokes on him tho bc nendo loves that shirt too.

[violetsimmer17]

Adapting to New York wasn't easy for Mabel. The apartment was completely different from everything she was used to in Paris; the streets were busier, the people more hurried, and every corner of the city brought a new challenge. After a week of reorganizing her new home and adjusting her new routine, Mabel had her first meeting and photoshoot at the agency. She met the models she would be working with, and among them was Jayden, her main partner. His beauty was undeniable, drawing everyone's attention, but for Mabel, it was still superficial. Her heart still bore the remnants of her relationship with Anthony, and she struggled against the memories.

"Hey, Mabel! How about going to a bar after we finish the session? It would be great for us to get to know each other better!" suggested Livia, with Amanda and Cecilia smiling beside her.

Mabel smiled. "Of course! It will be nice for me to know more about the city, but i need to tell you guys that I've never been to a club before.''

"Really??? But in Paris have a lot of crazy partys!''

I've been always with my twin brother and our friends, so I never thougt about clubs'' Mabel answer thinking in the past and in the fact that she never enjoy her life, with girls friends. Just her brother an Anthony.

That night, Mabel had fun like she hadn't in a long time. She danced, laughed, and realized how much she needed that moment without even knowing it. Close to three in the morning, already tired and a bit dizzy from the drinks, she moved away from the dance floor to rest, watching her friends, still full of energy.

"Could I have two glasses, please?" a deep, captivating voice sounded behind her, addressing the bartender. The sound piqued her curiosity, making her turn around. She found herself face-to-face with an incredibly attractive man, looking at her with a playful smile.

"Would you like one of the glasses?" he asked, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Yes, I would," Mabel replied, smiling. "My name is Mabel."

"Erick," he replied, extending his hand. "The pleasure is all mine, Mabel."

They began to talk, exchanging glances and light flirtations, a subtle dance of words that drew them closer. Erick made Mabel laugh and forget, at least for a moment, her worries and uncertainties. He had a charming and confident manner that piqued her curiosity.

"Mabel, are you always here?" Erick asked, leaning in closer.

She laughed. "Actually, this is my first time. I'm trying to adapt to New York."

"Well, I hope that adaptation is more fun now," he said, winking.

The next day, at the agency, Mabel was preparing for a special photoshoot.

As the photoshoot began, Jayden, her scene partner, took every opportunity to get closer to Mabel. His glances and smiles became increasingly bold, and he clearly didn't hide the interest he felt for her. Mabel, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't ignore the magnetism between them. Jayden’s presence was intense, almost palpable, and it left her feeling slightly uncomfortable but also curious.

Between shots, Jayden leaned closer to her and whispered with a smile on his lips, "How about going out to dinner after this session? I know an incredible place nearby."

Mabel looked at him, surprised by his boldness. "You don't waste any time, do you?" she teased, trying to keep the tone light but feeling her heart beat a little faster.

"I just don't like missing opportunities," he replied, his blue eyes fixed on hers, a confident expression crossing his face. "And I think this is an opportunity worth taking."

Mabel hesitated for a moment, feeling both insecurity and a growing curiosity. "Let's see how the rest of the session goes, Jayden. If I still have the energy, maybe," she replied, smiling.

Jayden laughed, pleased with her answer. "I'll do my best to make sure you have the energy for dinner, then."

As the photos continued, he found subtle ways to get closer — an accidental touch here, a compliment there, always maintaining the game of seduction. The tension between them was palpable, and Mabel found herself caught in a new wave of emotions — a strange, but exciting sensation.

[rosy-thorneded]

Alright Peter Lies and Aunt May’s Date both have me intrigued, gimme the deets.

I had completely and utterly forgotten what was in Peter Lies and was very nervous opening that document to check it for you. But in that one, Shocker, Electro, and another undecided on villain manage to catch Spider-Man and unmask him. They take him to Tombstone to collect a reward on capturing Spider-Man... And Peter, wanting to not die, lies his little tookie off. I should finish it and post it. It's got 1200 words and is arguably close to being finished.

Snippets offered below

Then the hood was, oh, so slowly lifted off his head. Peter blinked rapidly in the light, a bit surprised it wasn't a creepy, dimly lit room. It was a very normal, if not extremely imposing and wealthy, office with an excellent view of the city behind the desk. A very tall albino man in a dark, crisp suit stood right in front of him. Peter stared up at him, breathing hard. The man looked like a killer. The stone cold look in his eye had Peter very sure he was going to die if he didn't come up with something quick. The man stared at him for entirely too long before he spoke. "This is a teenager." "Yeah, boss, can you believe that Spider-Man has been a kid this whole time?" Peter glanced at Electro as an idea struck him. The man was grinning proudly. He looked back at the albino man and gave a tiny shake of his head as he tried to say something through the gag. "Take that off, Schultz. I want to hear him." The gag was cut rather than untied. Peter spit it out. "Please, sir, I-I don't know what's going on. I-I'm not Spider-Man, I swear. I was just walking home from school when these guys-" Shocker punched him, his fist colliding with his ear. Peter felt it coming, but let it land and topple him over with a cry of pain. "Quit lyin', Bug!!" Peter shrunk, curling in on himself the best he could with the ropes. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "Shultz." The Boss frowned hard at Shocker. Peter tucked his head, hiding his face against the carpet as he struggled to not smirk. "Tombstone," Shocker said calmly, sounding anything but calm. "I swear on my life that that brat is the Wall Crawler. Tell him, Bug, if you know what's good for you." Peter sucked in a breath as Shocker aimed his gauntlet at him. "...I-I'm Spider-Man…" "No! You damn insect!!" Shocker's panic was obvious in his fury.

I LOVE Aunt May's Date. It's a crossover where Aunt May and Alfred are pen pals of sorts. Alfred and May go out for dinner, and Peter is a nosey sluth and follows her. Only to run into a few other nosey sluths on the exact same mission but from the other end. I've only got 900 words on this one, and I also should finish this one because it would make a fun oneshot.

May smiled at him, hand still running through his hair. "To answer your questions: yes, he's picking me up. I don't know how long we'll be, but we're just going to Rose's Restaurant for some wine and cheese. I don't know how old he is, and he's currently living in Gotham. But Peter dear, it's not going to be the romantic outing you're thinking it will be. We're just good friends looking to meet up. But if you don't like him or he's giving you -what do you call it?- bad vibes, I trust you and that'll be that, okay?" "I don't like him and he's giving me bad vibes," he said immediately, earning himself a smack over the head. "I'll trust you after you've given him a chance. He's my friend, Peter."  The doorbell rang its two piercing notes, interrupting Peter.  He twisted around to look at the door as Aunt May exclaimed under her breath, "good gracious is it that time already?" Then said to Peter, "get the door, behave, and I'll be right back. I need to fetch my purse from upstairs." Peter did as he was told with a small frown. He opened the door for an elderly man with a perfect posture and a polite smile. Peter's eyes swept over him, then went to the parked, glossy, black vehicle, and finally returned to the man's gaze. Peter didn't like him. His clothes were too nice, his car too sleek, and his mustache too groomed. "Is this the Parker residence?" He asked in a perfectly perfect British accent. Peter's eyes narrowed at it. "Yeah, I'm Peter. You're Aunt May's date?" "Peter! Mind your manners, I thought I told you to behave yourself," May scolded as she came up behind him, making him shrink down just a touch. "Alfred, it is good to see you again." "The pleasure is mine, Madam," he responded with a genuine smile, pulling her hand up to place a kiss on her knuckles.  May blushed. Peter bristled.  "And it's a pleasure making your acquaintance, Mr. Parker. May has spoken highly of you." Alfred offered his hand. Before Peter could even inhale to ask Alfred if he planned on kissing his hand too, May's eyes sharpened dangerously, warning him against any wise cracks.  Peter shook his hand with a short smile. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you too."

[yourbestpalpercy]

Meetup



What happened…? Sarah was in the office one second and then in a dark place the next. Sarah slowly felt around and felt the inside of the trash..tube?? Thingy she hid in when she saw wires start to swarm the office more and more.

…Where were her friends? Was that the light of the sun?

Sarah slowly look out the hole. It was small.. pushing out some of the rubble just barely revealed no sounds anywhere. No sound of anyone around. Not the construction crew, not that night guard…not even her friends…

Everything was quiet…the only sound was birds and-…was that a voice?

“This. Is. Just. GREAT!! My one chance to be someone’s best pal just had to have been THAT guy!” The voice dropped to clear sadness. “Now look at me!! Just right back where I started…” The voice didn’t sound natural in the slightest..! Sounded robotic or..bit-crushed like it was coming out of a dusty speaker on a kids toy. “No matter…! I’m sure someone DUMB enough will snoop around and then they’ll see..” The voice sounded excited at the thought. “THEY’LL SEE I CAN BE A GOOD PAL-!!” A laugh erupted from the voice. A laugh that sent sharp shudders down Sarah’s spine.

Oh god…

If this thing was here to help, should she just save herself? This person not only didn’t sound human but also sounded obsessive. She’d be in debt to this person forever if she let them save her.

So, she started pushing at the roof of the rubble as hard as she could. She could hear some tumble above her with a soft crash. The voice stopped, going completely silent. “…TamaTerrorz? You dummies still alive-?? How’d you get all the way over there?” Sarah stopped immediately.

Some rubble fell down causing a sharp squeak as she pulled away. The voice let out a soft growl. “You’re not the TamaTerrorz…” Wires suddenly seized her wrists. “…You’re warm..! Are you human?” The voice seemingly demanded. Sarah stayed quiet, trying her best to wiggle loose. “There’s no use in pretending you’re not there..just tell me who you are. I promise I won’t hurt you. You’re a new chance at friendship after all!” The voice became excited. Sarah gulped and struggled a little more. More wires wrapped around her. “…F-Fine..!” Sarah hissed.

“…The name’s Sarah.” The voice immediately paused. “…You sound young..! You’re not one of the guys who stopped me…who in the world are you? How did you even up buried??”

“Better question, who’re you? You tell me first and then I’ll talk,” Sarah crossed her arms despite the wires. Judging by the forced chuckle, the voice wasn’t happy about the sass. Regardless, he talked. “I’m a Pal Percy…^^!” The voice talked with forced cheer.

Sarah stopped. ‘Weren’t Pal Percys recalled-?? I-Is this why they were recalled-?! I-I can definitely see the dangers of wires but this is A LIVING TAMAGOTCHI—!!’ Sarah gulped and forced a nervous smile. “Y-You— are a Pal Percy?? L-Like the little tamagotchi..toys..?” Sarah said, the wires slowly let her go and reeled back, “Do not call me a ‘tamagotchi’, I feel insulted! I am more than a simple tamagotchi..!” The Pal Percy laughed. “..I-I can tell..” Sarah shook the last wire off.

“So!” The toy seemed excited to have someone to talk to, “What’re you doing in the rubble?” Sarah quickly spun the question onto Pal. “What’re you doing in the rubble? You’re a Pal Percy..! People adore tama- erm- Pal Percys..! I remember multiple kids having one. The bedroom was awful to sleep in to the point where the staff had to lock them up at night.” Pal sounded annoyed with his next sentence, “I thought that too-! But CLEARLY!! Some JERKS hate FUN!” Sarah could hear a thump from where the toy must’ve been. The toy sounded really frustrated. “He abandoned me because of one measly little game!” Oh boy here comes the rambling, “I-I was just trying to PLAY and HAVE FUN but he didn’t understand..! He just kept electrocuting me with my own creation—! Then by the 3rd charge- he gets angry AT ME FOR TRYING TO KILL HIM!!” Pal sounded like he was throwing a tantrum.

“Calm down, you belligerent dummy!!” Sarah hissed suddenly at him. Pal seemed impressed by this judging by his sudden silence. “My point was, someone oughta want you..!” Sarah wiped away a small tear with her next comment. “..people love pal percys…even if you were recalled. I’m sure someone will want you….” Sarah whispered softer, “they’d at least want you more than one of their own kind..”

“What was that final part?” Pal asked. “..Oh, nothing, nothing Pal.” The toy stopped before gently smiling. “Say, I saw some teens leaving earlier..those weren’t your friends..right~? Leaving you behind…?” Sarah stopped and held her chest. “N…No…” Sarah cracked.

“That struck a nerve! Have you been abandoned before this? Personally, it’s my first time! The rubble is very cold!” Pal said with a twisted laugh of sorts. “…For someone named ‘Pal’, you’re not very good at this friend thing.” Sarah soon heard a sharp growl come from Pal. Sarah let out a laugh. “‘That struck a nerve!’” Sarah mocked Pal Percy. “You’re smart for a kid,” Pal grumbled. “Kids are a lot smarter than one would expect.”

Sarah heard a car suddenly speed past the remains with a clear, sharp ‘VRRROOM!’. The sound clearly startled Pal judging by his yell of panic. “Wh-What in the world was that-?! Why was it so loud- so fast-?? N-None of my tamaterrorz could even DREAM of being that fast!!”

It took Sarah a moment to move away from his previous, mocking comment and response. “…Have you really never seen a car?” “..What’s a car..?” Pal sounded concerned. “Guess that confirms it. How have you never seen a car?” Pal sounded offended by the inquiry. “Sorry that I was inside that playhouse for my entire ‘life’!!” Pal hissed in response to Sarah.

“…Then again..! I haven’t seen a LOT of this stuff! Heh~! You’re gonna have to explain a lot to me!!”

“Oh joyous day…”