#silva screen what are you up to

[idontknowreallywhy]

TAG soundtrack by the Fosters is gone from streaming.

Both Spotify and AppleMusic and all YouTube traces.

WHHHHHHHY?

I mean I know the pay is rubbish but you were making literal pence from me playing this 8 hours a day?

Genuinely cried. Might do again. It’s been my musical happy place for months.

Going to try to get hold of some eBay cds and, yeah, I have bought the mp3s and will *somehow* find a way to get them onto my iPhone via my 15 year old laptop at the weekend but that’s not the point.

Why take away our ability to share these things with each other in a legal way? Nobody’s going to buy a physical album off the back of a blog post these days, but they might give a streaming album a few listens based on one shared track.

Maybe the universe is conspiring to stop me spending the hours I had planned blogging through it, I dunno.

No point to this really, just throwing my sadness out there.

[buhbuhbuhbuhbeanz7654]

x files s1 e8 ice is like okay what if we all explored each others bodies on screen for 50 minutes

[slayfics]

Illumi comes with a warning.

900 words

Warnings: mentions of death

You sat in your room, a gentle breeze swept through bringing the fresh air in with it. It was peaceful, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone enjoying the fleeting relaxation that is so hard to come by nowadays.

Giggling at a silly video, another breeze came through, strong enough to blow your curtains this time. The rustling caught your attention, and your eyes diverted from your screen to your curtains to watch them stir. The breeze continued and with it, your curtains flowed, however, the shadow of a figure behind your curtains became visible.

You screamed at the intrusion, curtains settling down revealing the man behind the curtains. Long black hair flowing he stated, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Illumi?!" You exclaimed confused, unsure why the assassin had appeared in your room.

"Quick, we have to go," he said shortly.

"Hu? What do you mean?" You asked, but without answering he grabbed you, moving you both a great distance from your house in a matter of seconds. Once satisfied by the distance Illumi hid with you behind a building.

"What the hell is going on?!" You asked again, irritated at the hasty removal from your peaceful room.

"Keep your voice down," Illumi instructed before explaining, "Someone has hired my father to kill you."

"WHAT!?" You yelled.

Illumi covered your mouth, "I said keep your voice down," he instructed once more. "You have to be quiet. Do you understand?"

You nodded slowly eyes wide at the information Illumi had just explained. If this was true, and someone had hired Silva to assassinate you, you were on borrowed time.

"Illumi, that doesn't make any sense. Who would pay that price to kill me?" You asked.

"I cannot tell you that," he answered.

"I just don't get it... I don't think I've pissed off anyone that much," you wondered. Before you could dispute the point any further you heard a deafening sound, something that you could only imagine was a devastating explosion.

You peered around the side of the building; the sight made your blood run cold. Your place was destroyed, only rumble where it used to be. However, the surrounding buildings and monuments were untouched.

Illumi quickly snatched you back behind the building, "Do you want to die!?" He scolded.

"Of course not! But if your father is after me, I'm as good as dead already!" You spat back, fear gripping you at accepting you were in the last moments of your life.

"No. Not if you're quiet and listen to me," Illumi stated.

You looked up at him, your mouth agape unsure if you understood him correctly, "You... you're going to help me?" It didn't make any sense to you that Illumi would go against his family business.

"My father was hired to kill you, not me," he explained. "All I have to do is kill who hired my father, then you'll be safe. My father won't have a reason to kill you if he's not collecting money for it."

"Oh. So, you- want me to pay you then? To assassinate whoever hired Silva to kill me," You clarified. Understanding now Illumi must have been coming to you for a guaranteed job.

Illumi started at you blankly, "No. I would never illicit a job that way."

Your expression mirrored the same bewildered expression Illumi had. You couldn't believe he was offering to kill someone for you without payment and for the purpose of saving your life. Your adventures had brought you two to cross paths several times, but you didn't realize how much your company had grown on him.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Save your gratitude for after I pull this off," he said.

"Ok, so what is the plan?" You asked.

"While I hunt down and kill who hired my father, I have to keep you somewhere my father won't find easily," Illumi explained. "I think that will best be achieved if I'm able to manipulate you freely," Illumi said, holding up pins between his fingers.

You started at the pins settled between his fingers, hesitant to answer. His plan was to keep you hidden and undetectable. It makes sense that to do that he would want full control over you. Under his control, you would follow his lead without any questions or communication needed.

Yet, the thought crossed your mind of if Illumi was telling the truth. Is it possible this was a big ruse for Illumi to manipulate you easily, and without a fight? What if, Illumi was actually the Zoldyck hired to kill you, and this was his way of doing it gently?

"Hm? Don't you trust me?" he asked.

Truthfully no, no you didn't trust him. You weren't so naive to blindly believe an assassin. Yet, what was the other option?

If this was the truth and you denied Illumi's help, Silva would kill you. If this was a lie and Illumi's way of killing you softly, and you fought back, Illumi would kill you. Any way you looked at it, you only had one slim chance of survival. To hope that Illumi was being honest.

"Yes, yes I trust you." You whispered looking back up at Illumi.

"Good, this will only sting for a second," he promised, swiftly piercing you with his Nen needles.

sinners: @unofficialsapphire @illumiiiz @hyperiondickrider

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The Good Omens Season 2 Soundtrack! 😍❤🎵

The Soundtrack CD has wonderful cover and pics and look at the brilliant booklet! :D When you open it it looks like a box with a fly! :D

Options :):

(best to use the local store of course :), the Silva Screen page is thewebpage of the recording company)

CD:

Silva Screen 15.99 €

Amazon.co.uk £10.99

Amazon.com $30.79

Vinyl:

Silva Screen 39.99 €

Amazon.com $53.99

Digital:

Silva Screen 10.99 €

More digital listening options :) (some free)

Episode description and Track Listing :):

CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL - Retired angel Aziraphale and retired demon Crowley's lives are upended when a visitor arrives on the doorstep of Aziraphale's bookshop, bringing chaos. Local shopkeepers Maggie and Nina get locked in to Nina's coffee shop when Crowley loses his temper. Heaven and Hell are suspicious, and Crowley and Aziraphale have a disagreement.

1. Before the Beginning 2. Good Omens 2 Opening Title 3. Into Soho 4. Something Terrible 5. To The Bookshop 6. Maggie and Nina 7. He’s Smoking 8. Tiny Miracle 9. Heavenly Alarm Bells

CHAPTER 2: THE CLUE featuring the minisode A COMPANION TO OWLS - Heaven and Hell are determined to find the missing angel. An overheard song provides Aziraphale with a Clue. Crowley and Aziraphale visit the pub to discuss ways that humans fall in love. While almost 5,000 years ago Crowley is sent to inflict punishments on the righteous Job, God's favourite person, as Aziraphale learns at first hand about temptation, and what Gabriel will and won't believe.

10. Avaunt! 11. The Song is the Clue 12. It’s What God Wants 13. A Mighty Wind 14. Whales 15. Gabriel Returns 16. His New Children 17. Am I Awful Now? 18. Fallen Angel

CHAPTER 3: I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING featuring the minisode THE RESURRECTIONISTS - Heaven sends the angel Muriel in disguise to spy on Aziraphale and Crowley. Aziraphale drives to Edinburgh in pursuit of his Clue, and learns a little about a lot. The couple's visit to Edinburgh in 1827 involves graverobbery, a statue and an unfortunate encounter with a vial of laudanum. In the present, Crowley is in charge of the bookshop, and is disappointed by human beings and the weather.

19. Police Arrive 20. Scotland 21. We’re Going to Hell 22. People Get a Choice 23. My Car is Not Yellow 24. Beelzebub in Hell 25. The Book 26. The Fly 27. Mr. Dalrymple 28. We Need to Cut 29. I’m Going to Save Her 30. Crowley Goes Large 31. Not Kind 32. Beelzebub Isn’t Happy

CHAPTER 4: THE HITCHHIKER featuring the minisode NAZI ZOMBIE FLESHEATERS - Aziraphale's good deed of picking up a hitchhiker on his way back to Soho proves to be a serious mistake. In 1941 Crowley and Aziraphale encounter some surprising adversaries, old and new, as the Nazi spies who almost entrapped Aziraphale return as zombies from the dead, intent on preventing him from attempting a bullet catch on the West End stage.

33. Hell-O 34. Nazi Zombies 35. March of the Nazi Zombies 36. Crowley Pep Talk 37. The Magic Shop 38. Catch The Bullet 39. Zombies in the Dressing Room

CHAPTER 5: THE BALL - Aziraphale tries to bring Maggie and Nina together by organising a meeting of the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association. In Hell, Shax is determined to launch a full scale attack on the bookshop, with a legion of demons at her command. Nina's heart is broken, as is a bookshop window. Gabriel has a close encounter with Mrs Sandwich and a small plate of cakes.

40. I’ll Let You Have It 41. We’re Storming a Book Shop 42. Monsieur Azirophale 43. The Candelabra 44. Here Comes Hell 45. Gabriel Gives Himself Up 46. Shax 47. The Circle

CHAPTER 6: EVERY DAY - Crowley becomes a Heavenly bee and learns the truth about the Armageddon sequel. Aziraphale defends his bookshop from Shax's army and reveals his halo, Maggie and Nina become warriors, and Jim the assistant bookseller gets some hot chocolate. Crowley and Aziraphale get to the bottom of the mystery of the Matchbox. The Metatron brings an oat milk latte, along with a final offer.

48. Bin Through the Window 49. Gabriel Leaving Heaven 50. The Halo 51. Gabriel Revealed 52. Gabriel’s Love Story 53. Leaving The Bookshop 54. Gabriel and Beelzebub 55. Crowley and Muriel 56. I Forgive You 57. Don’t Bother 58. The Biggest Decision 59. The End?

The vinyl should look like this :) (damn, it gorgeous toooo! :D):

[maggotzombie]

the day/night we met ; henry cavill

PAIRING — Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses. WORDS — 1,8k TW — nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit 😈. A/N — Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.

Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice Falcão feat. Silva

— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙��𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

“ALRIGHT,” YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. “After making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,” The room laughs. “I’ve prepared something different to end this on a high note.”

This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.

Everything’s perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry – your newly proclaimed spouse – has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.

You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasn’t the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.

“When these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,” Your best friend starts. “I just didn’t know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,” She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.

You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.

“So I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.

‘Oh my,’ You think. ‘What is she up to?’

“Things started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,” Your best friend winks at you. “Without further ado, enjoy it.”

With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.

You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didn’t really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.

You recall having a great time answering her questions – drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.

Your friend’s face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. “In this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely couple’s amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,” She explains. “Newlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.”

She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, “A love story” is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and “A story of love” on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases – which convey the same thing – are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.

“State your name and occupation, please,” Your friend prompts on the video, but she’s out of the shot.

You roll your eyes amusedly. “What’s this, a trial? I’m innocent, your honor!” You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.

You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.

“For the purpose of… this, I’m the bride?” It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.

She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.

Right after you, Henry appears. “I’m Henry, and I am the lucky groom,” He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.

“So, tell me, how did you meet Henry?” Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. “How did you meet Y/N?” She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.

“I was hosting a brunch,” You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. “And it was morning when Henry arrived.”

When he reapers, you can tell it’ll cut back and forth between you. “I was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,” Henry replies, quite differently from you.

You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.

“And I said: ‘Hi, come on in, make yourself at home,’ You know, something of the sorts,” You shrug off.

Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. “I was the one that said hello, but she didn’t hear.”

His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henry’s loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.

If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, it’d just get better!

After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: “She thought I was hilarious,” He says with such confidence that is endearing.

In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say it’s an embarrassing secret.

“Oh my god, he wouldn’t stop talking! Like a lot!” You emphasize. “And I pretended to laugh the entire time,” You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. “That’s terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,” You add after your fit.

“Oh, I just remembered something,” He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. “Her blouse was inside out,” He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. “She’s so adorable and such a goof, isn’t she?” He looks back at the camera.

“He loved the way I was dressed,” You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.

Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.

“Yeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasn’t near me. Trying to get another look, you know?” He says.

In turn, you scoff. “No one was dancing! I don’t remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!” Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. “At least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.”

“Oh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,” Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.

“I bought everything off Tesco,” You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.

Back to the present moment, you’re wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.

Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.

However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.

“When I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),” You both say simultaneously. “She (He) was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with,” You continue.

Glancing at him, you’re surprised to see he’s already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.

“And that’s how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,” You say in unison. “On that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),” Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.

“That’s why I remember everything, of every second,” Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. “Ask me anything that I remember.”

“I remember,” You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.

And so does Henry. “I remember,” He nods with a beam.

The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.

Words couldn’t describe the dazzling feelings you’re experiencing if you wanted to. You can’t be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.

The spotlight of attention returns to you as you’re exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.

When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. “Thank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.”

Henry confirms with a head gesture.

“Words won’t do justice to how much you’re special to me. I’m just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,” Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see she’s doing the same. “So I can’t thank you enough.”

As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an “I love you too” to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.

“Although, I only have one question,” You announce, making the room pipe down. “Was my blouse really inside out?” You giggle as you look back at Henry.

Your husband starts to laugh. “Yeah,” He confirms bashfully. “Yeah, it was,” He nods as your guests join you in laughter.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe it,” You shake your head in embarrassment. “I also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,” You remark, addressing the room. “I feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when he’s all loving and caring,” You rejoin your friends and family in fun.

“I do tell bad jokes,” Henry concedes in your defense. “I love how genuine you are, and you’re loving and caring to me, too,” You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.

The sound of ‘aww’s’ fills the room. “You see what I’m dealing with?” You joke, making everybody chuckle.

You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides it’s time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.

And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husband’s chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you can’t think of anything better.

It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that you’ll never forget.

You will remember. Everything. Of every second.

[milaisreading]

World Y/n talking with the masters and the World get jealous 🤭

🌱🩷: Here you goooo! Thanks for the request!

Warning: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open! Another thing, only the 4 men are love interests.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Adam Blake was a ladies man. He knew that, his friends knew that, the media knew that, and his World 5 teammates knew that. He likes flirting and meeting up with women, but lately, he found himself having less and less fun in it. He would much rather text (Y/n) when they were both awake, which was something his teammates would tease him for. Adam would just roll his eyes and ignore them, opting to text (Y/n) instead of entertaining his friends/teammates. Today was not any different, Adam was texting (Y/n) about some festival that will be held in a month, trying to smoothly suggest her to come and visit him for when it happens. So now, he was waiting for an answer from her, looking impatient as ever as one of his teammates walked over to him.

"Hey, Adam, isn't this the lady friend you have a crush on? (Y/n), right?" Adam blushed a little and rolled his eyes as he took the phone from the man.

"What about her?"

"Well, it looks like she got pretty close to Chris Prince. One of his fansites took a screenshot of them standing pretty close to each other during last night's Blue lock airing."

Adam stopped for a moment, feeling like he would throw up and punch someone at the same time. And his ideal punching bag would be the blonde striker who was way too close to the woman in the picture.

'This bastard... Why are people saying they look cute together?! (Y/n) is a beauty, a queen! And he is a mere frog. No way will I let this go on any further!'

Adam narrowed his eyes, tightening his hold around the phone, which concerned his teammate a lot.

"H-hey, dude! My phone!"

"Take it. I have to go somewhere." Adam took in a deep breath and got up, handing the man his phone and headed towards the locker room.

"Hey, the practice is still going on-"

"Later. There are more important things I need to take care of." Adam called back, feeling his anger rise.

-------

Luna yawned as he finally sat down in his couch after a long day of practice and interviews his manager booked for him. The Spaniard was too tired to cook anything, so he decided to order some meal, and while waiting for it to arrive, he looked fo something to watch. Luna sighed, not finding anything interesting, until he came across a familiar show.

'Hm? Blue lock is airing tonight? Maybe it's a special?' Luna thought in surprise as he put his remote away to watch what was going on. Luna usually kept up with the show, mainly for (Y/n), using it as an opportunity to talk to her more and see her more.

'I still can't believe Loki gets to see her more than I do. When will my week off be again? I need to see her in real life again- There she is!!'

Luna's eyes widened as a smile appeared on his face when the woman appeared on the screen, oblivious to the cameras as she read through her papers.

'So cute! She is so hardworking! Those people better appreciate her or else I will make them regret it. She deserves- why is she talking with Snuffy?' Luna stopped his fawning when he noticed the Italian coach talk with the woman. Now, Luna wasn't jealous of the interaction itself, he was more irritated that he got to talk to her and he was stuck in Spain. But, what made him jealous was (Y/n) blushing when the Italian told her something, followed by a head pat.

'How dare he?! Not even I could do that!!' Luna gasped as he watched them continue their conversation.

'No way. No way. No way. I can't let this continue. That's it! Booking the earliest flight to Tokyo, I can't let this continue to the point where the fans might start theorizing something.' The Spaniard nodded in determination, completely ignoring the doorbell ringing.

-----

"Silva, are you coming to the bar with us? We didn't get to leave this early in a while, and we wanted to celebrate it a little bit." The Brazilian looked at his teammate as they were both changing.

"Sounds good. It would do me a lot of good to let off some steam. Where are we going?"

"How about to that new bar that recently opened in the city center? I heard there are a lot of pretty women." The teammate suggested as a few more approached the.

"Oh! I know which one you mean! Let's go there, I didn't get to speak with any pretty ladies lately."

"Sounds good to me. What do you say, Silva?"

The man hummed as he finished changing.

"Sounds good. A few beers would do me some good tonight. The coach pissed me off a little today. But, I will skip out ok the ladies."

One of his teammates chuckled and nudged the man a little.

"Come on, Silva. You can not just ignore pretty women for some beer."

Silva rolled his eyes and shook his head, thinking back to (Y/n) immediately.

'I can't betray her like that! Besides, no woman compares to her beauty and smarts.' Silva blushed a little, surprising a his friends with the flustered expression.

"No can do. I already have someone in mind, and nobody compares to her."

"What? You found someone?"

"That's a surprise! Congrats man!" Two of his teammates smiled while the third one chuckled.

"What's up with Brazilian players possibly settling down these days."

"What do you mean?" Silva wondered, not having heard that any of his teammates were dating or getting married recently.

"You didn't see? Lavinho found himself a girlfriend while he is coaching in Japan. Lucky guy, she is pretty cute."

Silva stopped for a moment, surprised that Lavinho of all men found someone, but who?

"Really? I didn't know he had time to leave the facility and explore."

"He didn't. It's actually the manager of Blue lock who is suspected to be his girlfriend."

"What?!" Silva's yell shook the trio a little and they moved away as they saw the enraged look on his face.

"There is no way someone like (Y/n) would go for a man like Lavinho. You guys must be seeing things." Silva argued trying to keep his anger in.

'They are not dating. (Y/n) would have told me, we text nearly every day.' He argued with himself as one of his friends showed him Lavinho's socials.

"I don't know. He has been posting a lot of pictures with her recently. We are just suspecting since he never did this before- Hey! Where are you going?"

The man stopped when he saw Silva grab his stuff and run out of the locker room.

"To Japan!"

"Huh?"

"Japan?"

"What is going on?" The three whispered in confusion, oblivious to the anger brewing inside of Silva.

'I will not let that man play you and leave you heartbroken. Don't worry, (Y/n), I will be there soon. And Lavinho better pray he doesn't see me.' The man thought to himself, trying to keep his anger in.

-----

Now, unlike the other three, Pablo was in Japan at the time, having convinced his manager to give him a week off so he can spend some time with (Y/n). The woman at first tried to tell him it wad fine if he went to Tokyo and stayed in a hotel there, arguing that he will be bored while stuck in the facility. Of course, the Argentinian refused and mostly stayed around (Y/n) or in his room when they were filming. Couldn't have the world know a star player was skipping practice to hang out there, as (Y/n) had put it. Though, Pablo would have liked to disagree on that. He would have liked the world to know he was there with (Y/n). Sure, his manager would have scolded him, since people would start speculating they are maybe dating, but he wouldn't have minded it. But, for now he is fine with this arrangement.

'Where is she? She said she will be here with those cookies in 10 minutes.' Pablo sighed as he put the magazine away and got off the couch.

'(Y/n)'s homemade cookies... The other guys wish they were in my position.' The Argentinian smiled dreamily and left (Y/n)'s office to look for her. Maybe she needed help, he thought so at least.

It didn't take him long to find her either, but oh how he hated what he was seeing. Not too far away from him were (Y/n) and Noa standing and talking about something he couldn't understand. But, that wasn't what he was mad about. He was mad about Noel Noa eating his cookies! Cookies (Y/n) specifically made for him!

'Why is Noel Noa eating those cookies?! He hates cookies as far as I know! Those are mine!' Pablo gritted his teeth and walked over to them.

"I was worried where you were." (Y/n) stopped her talk with Noa and turned to smile at Pablo apologetically.

"Sorry about that, but Noa-san needed some help."

Pablo blushed a little at the smile and ignored anything Noa was saying to him as he grabbed (Y/n)'s arm.

"That's ok. I found something funny in a magazine I was reading. Come on." The Argentinian said softly.

"Huh? Ok. See you later, Noa-san."

"See you."

'No way will I leave either of you alone. I don't trust that guy.' Pablo pouted as (Y/n) glanced at him, squealing internally at the sight.

'So cute!!!'

[crowandmousewritingco]

Pairing: Silva x m!reader

Words: 1 k

Summary: You get bored at the movies, and you get an idea.

Author: Mod Mouse

Warnings: Handjobs, praise, choking, cum eating. I might have missed a few tags, but this is a work of 18+ MDNI.

“You’ll never run from me!” The villain of the movie yelled as the team of protagonists escaped his evil traps. You rolled your eyes. This movie was not holding your attention, despite the many trailers you saw for this movie that made it seem more exciting than it really was. So that gave your brain to turn its attention elsewhere. Specifically this time to Silva. 

Silva, your partner, was taking in the movie, the now empty popcorn bucket sitting beside him in an empty chair leaving his lap unoccupied. Seeing his empty lap you smirked, getting a naughty idea. Turning your attention back to the big screen, you let your hand wander. First down his hairy arms that would hold you close on so many nights, down to his belly which you loved to nuzzle your cheek against whenever he finished in your mouth. 

Noticing your movement brought Silva’s attention to your hand. His eyebrow rose in questioning, but you ignored him as your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Silva inhaled sharply as your hand brushed his now growing bulge, and you smirked. 

Deftly and with a clink the belt came apart allowing your fingers to play with the button of his jeans. “Darlin’ what are you doing?” He asked under his breath. 

“Nothing…daddy,” You smirked and slipped your hand down his pants, swiftly taking his growing cock into your hands. 

At the touch, Silva moaned and quickly covered his mouth, but no one else was in the theater. “Come on daddy I wanna hear you,” You teased as you pulled his half hard cock out. With a few more pumps he grew to the full length, his hardness feeling firm in your grasp. The length that got you off on so many nights. The cock that could be both soft and loving when you deserved a treat and hard and pounding when you were bratty. 

“F-Fuck,” He moaned as your thumb slide up the base across the vein that ran the length of his dick. A favorite place for you to lick.

You chuckled at his response and continued watching the movie, languidly stroking him up and down. Each touch, Silva was getting more and more worked up. Soon his grunts and moans were growing louder and louder. A shit eating grin graced as you watched him grow undone from your touch. 

“Shit baby boy fuck,” He panted as his cock twitched, loving the attention it was getting. 

“Oh is Daddy gonna cum?” You asked teasingly as you slowed your pumps to an almost still. 

Silva whipped his head towards you and with his other hand gently choked you, squeezing the sides of your neck. “If you stop strokin’ me and I get blue balls, I’m gonna make that ass of yours black and blue.” He growled and you moaned. Silva rarely went into such a dom energy but you always enjoyed every minute when he did. 

“I won’t stop daddy,” You moaned as your hands sped up, squelching sounds filling the area as his precum lubed your hands. 

“Good boy,” He praised, releasing your neck. “Just like that babe,” Silva panted. “I’m gonna–agh!” His head pressed against the plush seats as his seed spilled onto your hands in fast spurts. You made sure to keep pumping until all of his delicious cum was milked out. 

Silva breathed heavily as his cock shrank down to flaccid form. You scooped all the seed off of him. It pooled on your fingers as you licked your lips. Silva rolled his head to look at you and moaned as you licked your fingers one by one making sure not a drop was missed. 

With a growl Silva kissed you hungrily tasting himself on your lips and tongue. You kissed him with zeal letting your own horniness fueling your motions. Silva broke off from you and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “Don’t think I’m done with you. I wanna see you come on my hand.” Silva choked you again. 

“Yes daddy,” You moaned in response, letting Silva’s kiss dominate you. 

“In front of me now,” He commanded, letting go of your neck. 

Quickly you removed your pants, letting your own erection pop out. You bit your lip as the cool air hit your hard cock. Just like you done to him, Silva teased his fingers up and down your length smirking with every twitch of your cock. 

“Such a good boy aren’t you,” Silva cooed and rubbed the tip of your cock with his thumb gathering the precum bubbling to the surface. He gathered some on his finger and brought it to his lip savoring the saltiness. “Delicious as always.” 

“Thank you daddy,” You moaned as Silva grasped your cock once again. You inhaled sharply as Silva slowly pumped your cock up and down. 

He glanced up and moaned at the sight. The movie made your silhouette glow with glow of the explosions. “Such a pretty sight,” He praised jerking you faster. As much as he wanted to draw this out to tease you, he much rather see you come undone by his hand. 

“I want you to come for me on the count of three. Can you be a good boy for me?” Silva commanded as he stared up at your form. You nodded unable to form words for you as the pleasure grew more and more. 

“Good boy. Now 3…2…1… come for me!” With one final jerk your cock twitch as you came thick ropes over Silva’s hand. Silva purred as your cum covered his hand gathering in him palm. “Mmmmm just like that good boy,” He praised as you came down from your high. 

As your breath evened out and your cock softened, Silva let go and brought his hand to his lips, mimicking your previous movements. He moaned at the taste of your release making sure no drop was wasted. “Delicious as always.” 

“Thank you daddy,” You blushed as you pulled your pants back on. Silva smiled and pulled you in by your belt loops and you sleepily sat in his lap curling into his chest. You yawned and Silva chuckled. “Rest I’ll wake ya up when it ends.” You hummed and so drifted off to sleep with the sounds of explosions being your lullaby.

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A Slice of Red Velvet

Summary: The beginning of Senior year at Berry High proves to hit Ria harder than she expected in the absence of her girlfriend.

Fandom: High School Story (Original Trilogy)

Pairings: Maria Flores x Ria Monero (My female HSS MC)

Characters: Maria Flores, Ria Monero, Emma Hawkins, Michael Harrison, Caleb Mitchell, Myra Khandaar, mentions of m!Rory Silva.

Rating: G

Tags: Fluff, future timeline, post series events

A/N: Submitting this work for @hss-appreciation-events HSS Appreciation Week Day 5: Favorite Ships/Pairings. I've had this WIP in my mind for a long time and I'm happy to have finally completed it! Hope you enjoy!

Additional Tags: @cadybear420 @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor @choicesmc @choicesficwriterscreations @gmsrrn98 @rosesnink @dutifullynuttywitch

The sun was shining as the first day of the new school year begin at Berry High. Students chattered as they walked into the school, excited to be back after the summer holidays. But Ria's mood was dampened as she walked the school halls, past the door where the morning announcements took place. She still half-expected to run into Maria, shuffling through her papers and adjusting her dress as she prepared for the announcements and give her a quick kiss before heading inside the room. Ria sighed as she headed to her locker to take her books out for the day.

'This year is gonna be really long.' she sighed

Ria was lost in thought when she heard a voice 'Hellooo! Earth to Ria?'

Ria snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Emma waving a hand at her face. 'Huh?'

'Are you okay, Ri? you totally zoned out for a moment.' asked Emma, looking concerned.

'Sorry Ems. Just…spaced out there. I'm good now.' said Ria, composing a smile. Emma didn't look convinced but she let it slide. 'Shall we head to class, the bell just rang.'

'Yeah sure.' said Ria, straightening up. God, she can't let the thoughts of her girlfriend overtake her right now, especially when classes are about to start.

She and Emma settled in their usual seats in front of the class, with Caleb and Myra giving them enthusiastic waves. Ria forced a smile and gave them hi-fis as she settled down on the desk. Everyone were chattering about what they did over the summer, Ria did her best to pay attention but her heart wasn't really into it. She could only recall the last time she saw Maria, the week before summer holidays ended and she went off to college. She had struggled to keep her emotions together only till Maria left and she had a total meltdown for an entire hour. She was only broken out of her trance when the morning announcements started and Rory's energetic voice was heard from the screen

'Good morning Berry High! Welcome to the first Tiger news of the year…'

Ria felt another pang in her chest. 'That was supposed to be Maria's place. She already missed hearing her voice during the morning announcements, and Rory was saying everything wrong…' Ria's face scrunched into a scowl, trying to block out the thoughts, when Caleb nudged her. 'Ri, you still with us?' he whispered.

'What? Yeah I am.' Caleb raised an eyebrow. 'You look like you are going to snap that pencil in half.' Ria looked down and realized that she was pressing on her pencil a little too hard. 'Sorry.' she muttered, 'just didn't realize my own strength.'

Thankfully, none of her friends pressed her about anything for the rest of the class and she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she can get through the day without having an emotional breakdown or make herself look like a sappy, lovesick puppy.

During lunch break, Ria's eyes were on the homecoming committee members who were going around, taking surveys. 'Dang, why does she have to think about homecoming right now? It's not like Maria was gonna come running back for the sake of a high school dance now…'

'Boo!' Ria jumped and saw Michael behind her. 'What was that for?' said Ria, scowling. Michael laughed and raised his hands in surrender. 'Just enjoy seeing you riled up.' Ria frowned. 'Very funny. Did you want to say something or was it just to scare me?'

Michael laughed. 'Just letting you know, a bunch of us are going to the Golden Griddle for lunch today. Come on Ri, its senior year, you should enjoy a bit.' Ria thought about it. Lunch off campus and surrounded by friends might just be the thing to keep her mind off of things, even temporarily. 'Okay. I'm in!'

A couple of minutes later at The Golden Griddle:

'Can I have a slice of Red Velvet cake?' asked Ria. The waitress nods as she takes their orders before walking away.

Myra looks at her, preceptive. Ria happened to notice the stare. 'What?'

Myra folds her hands. 'You are pining, aren't you?'

'Pining? I don't know what you're talking about.'

'You sure about that?' asked Michael from across the table.

'Come on Ri, just admit it.' said Emma, looking at her best friend.

'Admit what?' asked Ria, getting a little weary of the stares her friends were giving her.

'That you are pining for a certain someone?' said Caleb, grinning.

Ria feels her face turning hot. 'Who am I pining for? I'm not pining for anyone!'

Michael grins teasingly. 'Really? Not even a certain class president with an obsession for Red Velvet?'

Ria blushes. 'What makes you think I'm pining for her? Just because I ordered her favorite flavor. Come on guys.'

Emma laughs helplessly. 'Ri, we all know that double chocolate is always your go-to flavor. In these 2 years we have never seen you order any other flavor for yourself.'

'So? I just want a change…' Ria knew that argument won't work with her friends. She had always been a terrible liar.

'Really?' asks Myra, trying to get a rise out of Ria. 'Then why have you been super sulky when Rory appeared on Tiger News today? Miss your favorite anchor already?'

Ria stammers 'I..I wasn't sulky…'

Caleb laughed. 'Sure you were. You looked like you were ready to snap.' Ria let out a long exhale. Not that she wasn't a good liar or anything but these were her friends. They could see right through her.

'Okay fine! Maybe I am pining! I just didn't realize how much I was missing Maria till school started and just…everything around school reminds me of her.'

Emma gave her an empathetic glance. 'Ri…its okay. You are missing her, its natural to feel that way.' she says, wrapping an arm around her.

'And you can always call her. It's not like you are communicating through snail mail.' said Michael.

'I know…but we already talked about restricting our calls…you know Maria, she would have a loaded schedule in the first semester itself and I don't want to inconvenience her by calling her up every time I think of her…

'Oh Ria.' said Myra, reaching out and squeezing her hand sympathetically, 'I can only imagine that being really difficult for you.'

'Gods, I am being pathetic ain't I? She is gonna have so many cool adventures at college and I am her loser high school girlfriend who can't go a day without her…' said Ria mournfully, running a hand through her rainbow streaks.

'Hey, woah!' said Caleb 'You are not a loser, Ria. Don't be too hard on yourself. Senior year has just begun and there are gonna be a lot of cool things that can happen. Take it one day at a time. You deserve to have some fun too.'

Ria takes a deep breath 'Thanks guys…I'm happy to have you guys around.'

The orders arrived, and everyone tucked in. As Ria saw the slice of red velvet cake, an idea struck her mind. She grabs a forkful of cake and took a selfie of herself eating it, and sent it to Maria, captioned

'This tastes nice, but not really sweet without you!'

Myra giggled. 'Ooh that was smooth Ri! That shot could get our darling president running here from Terman U!'

Soon enough, Ria's phone pinged with a reply from Maria.

Ria smiled as she shut her phone and went back to her lunch, grinning at her friends 'Mission accomplished.'

Maria: Are you trying to tempt me?

Ria: Is it working😉?

Maria: You are incorrigible!

Ria: I don't know who incorrigible is. I am Ria 😝!

Maria: That was so lame🙄…but I still love you ❤️❤️.

Ria: Love you too Prez! ❤️❤️❤️

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Head Cannon: Scent of a man

A/N: This was running in my brain when I borrowed my hubby's deodorant this morning and thought of the Pedro characters I like. I imagined as to what scents would be on a shirt that is borrowed from them. I made some up based on the clothes in the screen shots I saw. If i forgot any, it's only because I was distracted by my hubby. ;-) Please feel free to add to this long list and what you think they would smell like!

Pedro: sunshine, Old Spice deodorant (10 essentials video), mint gum, coffee

Joel: sawdust, sweat (in a good way), pine, juniper (all the nice woodsy smells)

Javi P: Brut aftershave, cigarette smoke, tequila

Javi G: coconut, pool water, champagne

Marcus P: red wine, old books, tea

Dieter: patchouli, marijuana, sage, nicotine gum

Marcus M: cinnamon, vanilla, bread, jalapeno

Marcus A: sweat (in a good way), dirt, blood

Frankie: motor oil, mint, bubble gum

Max P: dirt, blood

Max L: Calvin Klein Obsession For Men

Pero: dirt, sweat (in a good way), gunpowder

Dave: Ivory soap, Afta aftershave

Lucien: cedarwood, mint

Ezra: lavender, eucalyptus

Whiskey: whiskey (obviously), hay, leather oil

Veracruz: sweat (in a good way), dirt

Oberyn: sand, citrus, salt water

Silva: hay, sweat (in a good way), red wine

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Siblings Q&A | Silva & Elsa Omar ONESHOT

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Hey guys, SimpleGenius here! Decided to turn this short Q&A into a legitimate Oneshot for The Silver Chronicles, involving two OCs of mine; Silva and her younger half-sister, Elsa, set in a time in Hope County where Silva had no knowledge of Eden's Gate and the Omar's experienced a time of normalcy. There should be nothing but fluff, yes-siree. Oneshot below the cut:

The buzz of the worn-out camcorder complimented the numbing visuals of the frozen static, but swiftly the unused device booted up.

The specter on the screen was both haunting and ethereal, a memory from a time so much simpler. A normality so sparse in time.

With her trusty camcorder in hand, Elsa admired herself in the mirror. Hair twisted in many small blonde braids, wearing a white sundress laced with magenta patterns that looked like flowers.

The camcorder fizzled, the screen going blank for a moment. She gave it a good whack, faded red paint dusting her black gloves, and the camcorder proceeded to work like normal.

Elsa carried the camcorder away from the mirror, passing through into a lounge. Her hermana, dressed in a yellow flannel and black jeans, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders, seated on their couch having a cup of coffee.

"You ready, Sylvie?" Elsa asked, shuffling cards out of frame. Sylvester placed her cup onto the coffee table, laced gloves fixing creases on a dress she's not wearing. Realizing this, she stops the action and awkwardly cups her knees.

"Si, uh, seguro," Sylvester muttered out, clearing her throat, "How does this work?"

"Essentially, from what Rae-Rae told me, this is a fun little game where siblings answer questions for that net-work mambo-jumbo," Elsa explained, and again shuffled the flash cards she prepared.

"And since we're both sane enough to not invite people to put their noses into where they don't belong, I thought maybe, instead of doing this for strangers, we do it for Persephone," Elsa elaborates further.

Sylvester blinks, grey eyes staring at her younger hermana like a doe caught in headlights. She tilts her head, her right cheek sunk in, chewing her inner cheek.

"Elsa, she's una," Sylvester points out.

"Yeah, I know that," Elsa sighs, understanding but exasperated, "But she won't be for long. When she's older, we can show her this. Let her get to know her mamá and tía some more."

Sylvester's lips didn't quite frown, but she wasn't unconvinced either. "Derecha," she nodded, still wrapping her head around the camcorder's functions.

Elsa was likely grinning behind the camcorder, "Exactly! Now, to make this a bit more fun, I shuffled the questions out of order. Now let's begin."

Elsa showed the flash cards, the shuffle complete, and flipped over the first one.

"Question 19: Who has the worst ideas?" Elsa asked aloud.

Sylvester snorted, uncharacteristic of the person she's supposed to be, a small teasing smile on her healing chapped lips, "Well we both know who that is."

Elsa let out an exaggerated gasp, feigned offense, "Why Sylvie, I am but a respectable, humble and pious shopkeeper. Do you insinuate that I am anything but?"

"Bold words coming from the local daredevil who likes to worry her hermana to near-death," Sylvester retorts, arms crossed.

"...I'm guessing Rae-Rae snitched about my escapes on her roof?"

Sylvester had no need to answer, though Elsa must have seen that she had nothing to worry over, as Sylvester's smile held only amusement.

"Next question," Elsa declared, moving on, "Number 7: Most stable romantic life?"

Both wondered briefly, and Elsa states, "I gotta give this one to you Sylvie. You managed one relationship with Irene far longer than any ones I've had in our time here."

Sylvester narrows her eyes at Elsa, raising a quizzical brow, "Is that so? You and Ezekiel were like two peas in a pod every time you both talked with each other."

"That was brief, and we weren't official. Just some one-upping through flirtation. And he had been a real jerk at first, remember? At least you and Irene had a better start," Elsa deflects, waving a hand onscreen as she desperately denied her hermana's accusations.

Sylvester merely nods her head in feigned agreement as Elsa brings out the next question.

"Question 12: Best memory together?"

Sylvester leaned back on the couch, looking up for a moment. With Sylvester pondering which memory she liked the most, Elsa already found one.

"I'd say buying this residence," Elsa admits, "A place we can forever call our home. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sylvester looked to Elsa, and gave a short nod, "Si, it is up there. But... I'd say my favorite would be when it first rained. Just... playing and dancing like kids do... like we should have been allowed to do."

Elsa must have sensed the solemness in her voice, and replied, "At least we got to do it."

Sylvester hummed, appreciative of that fact.

"Question 15: Would you rather not being able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?"

Sylvester was immediate in her response, "Not shower for a month, obviously. We can just bathe in baths instead."

Elsa laughed, cheerful and loud, "Never thought you'd be the one to take advantage of a loophole Sylvie."

Sylvester smile wholeheartedly, grey eyes sincere as she admitted, "I learned the best from my crafty little hermana."

"Aww," Elsa lightheartedly cooed, and proceeded forward, "Question 5: Who sleeps the most?"

Sylvester raised her hand, "Mother of one very curious and fussy niñita, right here."

"No arguments there," Elsa replied, "Question 14: Dream trip together?"

In a moment of synchronized thought between hermanas, they both state, "Spain."

"Question 16: Who's the older one?"

Sylvester raised her hand once again. Elsa flipped to the next flash card, "Question 10: Who had a weird phase?"

Both pondered for a moment, trying to think of any moment in their lives of such a phase.

"I don't think we were ever given a chance to do so," Elsa states. Sylvester hummed in agreement, shaking her head in confirmation.

"Alright then! Question 6..."

Elsa paused, reading the flash card: 'Who's Mom and Dad's favorite? (If there is one?)'

Sylvester waits, worry building in her gut, and asks, "What's the question?"

Elsa hesitated, but responded, "Who's.... mo- ahem, father's favorite..."

Sylvester briefly gaped, but recovered, stating, "Well, we both know the answer to that question is neither of us."

Elsa hummed, throwing the card away as she proceeded with the next one, "Question 18: Role Model? Mine's you, of course. But who's yours Sylvie?"

"I'd have to say Paul," Sylvester mustered out, clearing her throat, "He saved me after all. Raised me. Gave me something that we were denied."

"I wish I got to meet him," Elsa admits, "From what you told me, he was funny and dramatic."

Sylvester smiled at Elsa's words, "You two would have adored each other."

Allowing Sylvester a moment to keep herself together, Elsa proceeded to the next card, "Question 3: Who eats the most?"

She raised her hand this time, the various rings displayed for the camcorder to catch, "That'd be me! Speaking of which..."

Sylvester cringed, swiftly adding, "I had a sandwich earlier."

But Elsa was not deterred, "While that's good, you skipped breakfast nor have you had any fruits or snacks prior to lunch."

"I'll have something later," Sylvester flimsily promised. Elsa, not satisfied, retorts, "I'll hold you to that."

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester sighed, "Well, you already know mine. Though your recklessness is concerning considering your condition Elsa."

"I'm not made of glass, Sylvie."

"Elsa, your bones are brittle and break easily."

"...Okay I'm a little like glass, but I'm not stupid. I can take care of myself. I know what I'm doing when I climb a tree, or go bungee jumping or help Rae-Rae around her farm," Elsa defends. Her hermana replies, "I... I know that Elsa, but even so, you've been seeking out riskier and riskier thrills lately, and I can't... help but worry."

"I appreciate it," Elsa assures, and adds, "But you worry way too often."

Sylvester doesn't argue, and Elsa takes advantage of the momentary silence, "Question 4: Who has been on the weirdest situations?"

Neither hermana could think of either one being in a "weird" situation. Sylvester opted to gesture to Elsa, "Well, given your escapades so far, I vote you."

Elsa huffed, "Seeking thrill is not the same as getting stuck in chance and strange situations."

"And how likely am I going to be in such situations?"

Elsa mumbles, indistinctly playful, and moves on, "Question 20: A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?"

Sylvester raises a brow, "Whoever finds it first."

"Pfft, a bug ain't that scary," Elsa comments, "Question 17: Describe each other in three words."

Elsa and Sylvester held gaze for a moment blurted out their answer.

"My badass worrywart-hermana." "Daring little hermana."

There was a silent beat before both responded to such descriptions.

"Surely that is four words, Elsa," Sylvester argued, but Elsa interrupted with her pointer finger as she replied, "Ah, but you forget my lovely older hermana, the power a hyphen holds."

Sylvester shook her head in disbelief, but did not debate further as Elsa brought forth the next question, "Question 1: Who looks the... ah mierda, another one?"

'Who looks the most like dad?' the question read.

"Is it another relating to... him?" Sylvester tested, her lips pursed in a thin line, her voice softer and quieter than normal. Her grey eyes dulled, hands clenched into her jeans.

Elsa sighs, a hand going out of the camcorder's view, probably to play with her blonde locks, and most likely undo a braid in the process.

"I... Do you mind if we skip this one?" Elsa asks, and Sylvester eagerly nods, much to Elsa's relief, "Question 11: Best cook of the family?"

Elsa answers before Sylvester could have a chance, "Yeah, I can't cook for shit, that's you right there, Sylvie."

Sylvester closes mouth, making no comment on Elsa's lack of culinary skill. Elsa flips the next flash card, "Question 9: Who's the most dramatic?! Why that would be me!"

Sylvester nodded with absolute certainty.

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester beat Elsa to the tea, "I got this. I'm a nagging worrywart who forgets her own needs sometimes, and you, mi querida hermana, are a crafty daredevil with a big ego that often gets you into trouble."

"Hah! Wow, you know me so well," Elsa said, flipping to the next flash card, but mentions, "However, you're wrong in your description; you're not a nagger."

Sylvester doesn't visibly react to this, but she seems to be stuck in a forlorn gaze. However, the next question snaps her out of this odd pause, and Sylvester listens attentively.

"Question 13... uh, worst memory together?"

Sylvester and Elsa pondered together, brainstorming.

"Our entire childhood was jodido and never the best," Elsa mentions. Sylvester frowns, and points out, "Si, but the run for the docks weren't any better."

Elsa couldn't not hum in agreement, and she moves on, "Last Question. Number 2: Who looks the most like mom...?"

Sylvester looks baffled as Elsa blows a raspberry, "Irrelevant. We've never met nor did we have the same mother."

Elsa throws away that flashcard out of the camcorder's view, much to Sylvester's visible annoyance.

"And... that's it. We finished the game. Yay!" Elsa lightly cheered, her camcorder focusing on Sylvester, "So... food for thought?"

Silva watched herself, younger and with so much more innocence, more hope, than she had now. The camcorder in her gloved hands was running hot, the flashing sunset-red indicating a coming end, but she could care less, holding onto the memory in her hands for as long as she could.

Sylvester chewed her inner cheek and said, "Besides two nosy ones, I'd say it was... nice?"

Elsa's mock offended gasp was as exaggerated as the younger hermana's mannerisms had always been, "Just 'nice'? This is a memorial moment for the both of us. It is evidence for Persephone to watch and rewatch for years to come."

Elsa placed the camcorder on the coffee table, and sat down next to Sylvester on the couch, a big grin spread out, pearly teeth shown. She grabs a hold of Sylvester's laced gloved hands, despite the latter's exasperation over the former's words.

"Wasn't it you who emphasized the importance of this? To immortalize ourselves through memories our family can visit decades after we're gone? Whether it be through ink, our voices or our image? You have to agree that this is quite a viable way to do that," Elsa assures Sylvester, who's doubt dissipated the longer she thought.

The camcorder began to buffer, the orange-red blinking faster, but Silva continued to watch, wanting to savoir this for as long as she could.

Sylvester's grey eyes looked to Elsa, softly asking, "Okay. But I have to ask; are you sure?"

Elsa laughed, her dimples caught by the camcorder's lens, as she says-

Nothing.

The camcorder's screen was blank, only reflecting Silva. The blinking light gone, the heat prevalent, and despite desperately pushing the power button repeatedly, Silva knew she wouldn't get those reassuring words she needed to hear. Not now. Nor ever again.

Silva's shoulders slumped, still sat down on the old wooden floor in the decrepit corpse of her home. The home she had taken care of for almost a decade. Even after her hermana's death, despite the ache for her visits. Even after Persephone's passing, though the yearning for her hija's laughter echoing in the halls hurt more and more with their absence.

And now... her residence, her home, was nothing more than a burned and decrepit husk full of dust and debris. All the memories that mattered, all the memories she held close to her, the journals, the photos, the shrines they rested under, were all tattered and ripped and frayed and singed and gone. Just gone.

And now... with exception to Silva's own visage of Elsa... the last thing of her hermana that she could have shown to her familia, could no longer function. The Collapse had reduced the resources required to charge such a small device to ash. Even if something survived, the camcorder was aged, and had some bugs.

Silva flipped the lid screen closed, clutching the little camcorder in her gloved hands, pushing it against her chest as she let out a shaky breath. The foliage that claimed her house rustled as a breeze swept past.

She shook where she sat, holding onto the pain, the knowledge that change has come and another chance away from her before she could appreciate it.

The wood creaked, and Silva didn't want to look at her amor's beautiful face, didn't want to shoulder her with more of her own pain and grief. But a dainty hand cupped her face, and Silva couldn't resist, relenting to her beloved's request.

Her tearful grey eyes connected with the warm green of Faith's. Her beloved, her esposa, her amor. Her Faith.

I am hers. And she is mine. As we both vowed.

And Silva wouldn't hide herself away from her. Couldn't. Even if she tried. How could she? They both knew the best and worst of each other. Intimately.

There was no judgement pitting them against one another anymore. Like now, there was only understanding. The grief for a present that they could no longer return to.

Silva did not resist the tears that fell across her cheeks. Nor did she push away Faith when she wrapped her arms around her. An embrace that held a strength that others underestimated about her. Both possessive and a comfort. All to tell Silva, I'm here.

Silva felt two more pairs of arms hold around her. The first was of her inventive Azriel, her grip unyielding as she buried herself into Silva's shoulder, just like she had done when she found her at age nine.

And the second came from her youngest. Her Mercy, clutching onto her with small hands, light-brown hair nuzzling into her body, perhaps not quite knowing why her madre was sad now that they were out of the bunker, but doing her best to lighten the load with her presence.

Silva placed down the old camcorder, and did her best to compensate in the embrace by wrapping her arms around her Faith and precious hijas. Her familia.

The grief was ever present, but this time, Silva would not be lost to it.

[A/n] I lied, the fluff was merely a front, there's only angst here. Well, mostly at least. Set before Old Dusk (the New Dawn WIP), with only a camcorder showing pre-Silva's Hope stuff. They probably only recently left Silva's bunker and well, Silva's obviously gonna be depressed about the state of everything. At least she has her family to keep her grounded? Also I haven't written in a while, so if it was repetitive or tone death, my bad, I've been trying to get my motivation back. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this lovely (and angsty) oneshot, and see y'all in the next one!

[youreacroftlara]

Here’s a little preview of my upcoming Avatrice celebrity AU that’s partly inspired by Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce.

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Ava’s posture oozes confidence, which is impressive for someone so young when the room is filled with so many reporters.

Beatrice listens intently, her book long forgotten, as Ava answers questions about her upcoming match.

She speaks professionally about her preparations, her team's strategies, and her unwavering dedication to the sport. But every so often, she’ll crack a joke or flash a bright, playful smile that endears her to both the reporters and Beatrice.

It’s infectious, and Beatrice finds herself becoming increasingly smitten with Ava’s mannerisms, not to mention the subtle hint of an accent that is quite sexy.

The questions posed to Ava are fairly straightforward, and for the most part are to do with football – Beatrice wishes that she was more up to speed on the sport, but alas, she’s always found rugby to be more entertaining.

The press conference continues along, until one reporter asks Ava about her recent attendance at Beatrice’s concert. “You were at the Beatrice Young gig at Wembley on Saturday night, how was it?”

Betarice’s eyes are glued to the screen as Ava laughs at the question, her cheeks reddening.

“It was awesome yeah!” the football player answers, her smile right and wide. “Although, I was a little butt hurt I didn't get to hand her one of the bracelets I made for her. If you're up on her concerts, there are friendship bracelets handed out. I received a bunch of them, but I wanted to give Beatrice one with my number on it.”

Beatrice gasps out loud to her empty room, her heart in her throat at what’s just been said. Ava Silva wanted to give her a bracelet with her number on it? What did that mean?

The reporter echoes Beatrice’s thoughts with his next question, “Are you referring to 83, your shirt number or your phone number?”

With what can only be described as a ‘shit eating grin’ Ava winks at the camera, “I’ll let you figure that one out.”

The room erupts in laughter and shared whispers, and Beatrice's cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson.

[cookieeks-art]

Sorry for the delay, but here it finally is! A synopsis for the superhero au! (please note that details like names of locations can very much change in the future):

The strange case (title pending)

Our story takes place on a fairy tale island which has since long gone through it’s own sort of industrial revolution, and where the stories of kings and queens are for the most part ancient history. F7 is a group of hero’s who’s main headquarters is in Goldcity in the small central country of Mitlandia, which is also the county where the security company White Apple originates and is still mainly situated. White Apple was mainly ran by Mr White, but after Mr White is suddenly placed into a coma it’s taken over by his wife Regina White. As Regina steps into her new role the daughter of Mr White, Snow White, starts to grow suspicious of her stepmother, noticing how dismissive she seems of her fathers situation, and the strange decisions she’s made for the company since taking control.

At the same time a few smaller White Apple facilities have started to experience thefts and break ins by an unidentified masked individual. This individuals civilian identity is that of Dr Edda Andersdotter PhD, a analytical chemist who moved to Mitlandia for work at Silva labs, a small independent lab, and to put some more distance between herself and her relatives.

One day F7 in alerted to a break-in in the main White Apple building, and goes to stop it, in which they begin to uncover what Regina has truly been up to alongside Snow White and has their first encounter with the strange masked individual who introduces themselves as Doctor Hyde.

This, is also a romance.

Now, here’s some small sketches!:

I might change designs for the super hero suits in the future, as I’m currently going back and forth on if they should have masks or not. I don’t really imagine any of them having any secret identities, so the masks might the sort of pointless, but it’s about the aesthetic you know.

(ID in alt and under cut)

[ID:

A collection of pencil sketches that have been photographed and digitally shaded with warm grey tones.

First sketch depicts my oc Edda (A pale chubby woman, with deep eyebags, brown hair and grey eyes) and Snow White from Red shoes and the seven dwarfs, but from my superhero au. Edda’s hair is cut short, and she’s dressed in a dark button up shirt, a knee length office skirt, an open lab coat, and a lanyard with an attached card. She’s standing with her hands inside her pockets. Snow is wearing a blouse with short puffy arms, a belt, an office skirt and a lanyard with an attached card as well. She’s holding a file under her arm as she waves at the viewer. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

Second sketch depicts my oc Edda and Arthur from Red shoes, in the superhero au. Edda is dressed in a dark button up, belt, dark pants and shoes. Arthur is dressed in full plate armour, carrying a helmet under his arm. He’s holding out a flower to Edda, smiling with hearts in-front of his face, while Edda looks down at the flower in confusion. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

The third sketch depicts my oc Edda and Arthur from Red shoes, in the superhero au. Edda is dressed in a double-breasted vest, dark shirt, and dark cravat, with her hair pulled back with a hair band. She’s looking at something off screen with a perturbed expression. Arthur is dressed in full plate armour, and is holding a sword in front of Edda, while holding his cape over her back and looking at something off screen. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

The fourth sketch features Merlin from Red shoes in the superhero au. He’s dressed in a super suit with lightning designs over his shoulders and waist, with the swirl designs from is original outfit on his stomach, along with a belt, a pair of gloves and a mask covering his eyes. He’s smiling at the viewer while making a finger heart. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

The fifth sketch is of Jack from Red shoes in the superhero au. He’s wearing a super suit styled like is original clothes from the movie, but with dark accent to the sides, a par of diamonds encrusted gloves, a mask that covers all but his lower face (safe his chin) and the top of his hair, the swirls from his original vest placed on his arms under a dark pair of shoulder pads, and the invisibly cloak which he now carries around his neck. He’s looking at something off screen with a serious expression, lifting up his fist as if readying for a fight. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

End of ID]

[romanthesecond]

“Daddy.” Roman said as he stared at the TV. When he didn’t get a response, he repeated himself a bit louder. After a few more seconds of silence he yelled, “DADDY!”

“WHAT? Fuck, hold on, Logan, give me a second,” Remus said, putting down the hair brush before going and poking his head in the living room. “What’s up, my royal sperm?”

Roman pointed at the screen, which displayed an advert for a new line of plastic crowns, and his dad groaned.

“No. You already have so many crowns, babydoll. Like, a trunk full of them.”

What a total lie! He had a shelf for his crowns, his trunk held his toy swords.

“I want a new gold one. Or I’ll tell Papa to tell Pastor Collins that you swore.” Roman threatened, but his dad just snorted.

“Trust me, Pastor Collins knows I swear. Plus, you tried that threat last week when you wanted a third milkshake.”

Roman scowled, and took a deep breath in preparation.

“Roman Junior Silva Sanders, if you throw another screaming fit I will scream right back at you.”

Roman growled, crossing his arms as he glared at his dad. He was fully prepared to scream anyways, but he was stopped by his little brother wandering into the room.

“No.” Logan stated.

“No, what?” Remus asked, raising a brow.

The toddler simply pointed at his dad, then his big brother, and shook his head.

“No. Silence.” Logan ordered before heading back into the kitchen to work on the robot he was building out of random household objects.

[nickeverdeen]

See You at Home | Ava Silva x fem!reader

Pairings: Ava x reader (friends to romantic)

Type of fic: Comfort, some fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Coming home to you was always a great thing for Ava, but with time changing the words start to have a different meaning.

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Before you and Ava got together, life had been a mix of chaos and quiet moments, the two of you sharing a tiny, cramped apartment that felt more like a shoebox than a home. It wasn’t much, but it had been yours. You’d shared a mismatched couch, a single bathroom mirror that was too small for two people, and countless late-night conversations that you both pretended didn’t mean more than they should.

Back then, Ava made your heart race in a way that was both thrilling and torturous. She was your roommate, your best friend, the girl you trained with at the church every day. You never imagined she’d feel the same way about you—not when her laugh could light up a room, and her confidence made everyone gravitate toward her.

Even then, you couldn’t help being affectionate with her. It was just who you were. A squeeze of her hand here, a casual arm over her shoulder there. Ava loved it. And sometimes, when you had permission to leave training early while Ava stayed behind, you’d lean in and kiss her cheek before heading out.

“See you at home,” you’d say, leaving her stunned and blushing every single time.

She never said anything about it, but it became a ritual of sorts. And if Ava’s face turned a little red every time, or if her heart pounded a little harder, well, no one else had to know.

Now, life was different.

The two of you had your own cozy home, one that actually felt like it belonged to both of you. It was still small—nothing extravagant—but it was warm, filled with little touches of you and her. A well-worn blanket draped over the couch, the scent of coffee always lingering in the air, and a bar key hanging by the door from the business you’d built together.

The bar had been Ava’s dream—a place where she could create a community, where people could gather and feel safe. You’d been skeptical at first, but you couldn’t say no to Ava when she looked at you with that wide-eyed excitement, her hands waving as she explained her vision.

And now, after years of being side by side in everything, you weren’t just Ava’s roommate or friend. You were her girlfriend in every sense of the word.

It was closing time at the bar, the last customers already gone, and the two of you were cleaning up. Ava wiped down the counter while you leaned over your laptop at one of the tables, fingers flying across the keyboard as you muttered under your breath.

“You okay over there?” Ava asked, glancing at you with a small smile.

“Yeah, just need to resend this work. The email bounced back,” you said, frowning at the screen.

Ava walked over, drying her hands on a towel. “You can finish it at home, babe. We’re almost done here anyway.”

You hesitated, but Ava tilted her head toward the door. “Go. I’ll handle the rest.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “I’m a professional at locking doors, remember?”

You laughed, closing your laptop and standing up. “Okay, fine. But don’t overdo it.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ava promised, and as you passed her on the way out, you leaned in to kiss her cheek, just like you used to.

“See you at home,” you said softly, the words slipping out like second nature.

Ava froze for half a second, her mind suddenly flooded with memories of the way you used to say those same words back when you were just roommates. The warmth of your cheek brushing hers, the casual affection that used to make her stomach flip.

But this time, there was no confusion, no wondering what it meant.

This time, it wasn’t just an echo of something unspoken—it was a promise.

She smiled, watching you disappear out the door before turning back to finish cleaning up.

“See you at home,” she whispered to herself, the words feeling just as sweet now as they did then.

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (1/2/2025) Episode: E-Sports Saturday Night

When the teens reached the stadium, they followed Luigi’s instructions and looked for Professor Silva in the “players only” section.

“Welcome!” he said, “Don’t you two look nice? I have to check on my team captains and make sure everyone is ready to rock n’ roll, but then I’ll be right back to start that interview and make sure you two kids have a great night. Do either of you follow college e-sports?”

When Skye and Elyse shook their heads, he continued: “No problem. Go ahead and fire up Yoshi, and when I return, I’ll fill you in on the personalities and drama behind the action you’ll be seeing on the big screens soon. I’ll do my best to make sure you two have a magical night!”

“That was a great match!” Elyse enthused a few hours later when Foxbury was declared the winner “Congratulations!”

“Thank you” the male co-captain replied, extending his hand “Its not everyday we have such a charming audience. I’m Antonio, and you are?”

“Elyse” she replied, ducking her head shyly as Skye bristled next to her.  Can’t he see we’re here together!?

Before Skye could work up the courage to say anything, Elyse clasped xir hand tightly and continued “and this is my date, Skye. Xe got hurt recently and didn’t feel up to prom, so we came here instead. Our dads play for Rainy Day: Dizzying Diaz and Lightning Lu – maybe you’ve heard of them?”

As the other sim stared, dumbfounded, the professor made his way back to the group “Ah, I see you’ve met my dynamic leadership duo! Well, come on, let’s head over to the press room and look at some post-game analysis footage!”

After Skye wrapped up xir story xe took some photos of the group and handed out Lighting Lu merch. “Hey, thanks!” the female co-captain told xem “My mom’s a big fan of your dad, too!”

“No problem, he’ll be happy to hear that you appreciated it.” Skye promised, turning towards the professor “Thanks so much for taking the time to set this up. My uncle will look everything over before it posts, but it should be online in the next couple days.”

“It was my pleasure” Coach Silva replied, “Now you kids should go check out the mixer at the commons, a little party replacement for your prom!”

He didn’t have to tell them twice! Waving goodbye, Skye boldly took Elyse’s hand in xir own and headed towards their next destination.

“Brrr” Elyse complained, shivering as they exited the arena “its freezing out here! I hate how hot it gets back home, but that’s better than this!”

“I hate the cold” Skye, who was struggling to catch xir breath in the suddenly icy air, sympathized “why don’t you run on ahead and I’ll catch up?”

“No way!” Elyse shook her head vigorously “I promised your mom nothing bad was going to happen to you tonight; I’m not letting you out of my sight. We’re in this together Lawbourne!” She laughed, wrapping xem in a big hug that warmed Skye up like a giant fur coat for xir heart.

“I don’t know… I’m digging the music, but otherwise this place looks kinda dead” Elyse said as they entered.

“Well… why don’t you go dance while I get a picture with Larry for my parents and then we’ll get some food?” Skye suggested.

As Elyse hit the dance floor, Skye got his selfie with Larry the Lobster. “Oh, I don’t go here” xe explained to the exuberant mascot. “I  just came to the game with my friend” xe pointed to Elyse, who was headed their direction. “I might someday, though. Both my parents graduated from Foxbury.”

“Right on!” the lobster replied, raising a claw in the air. “What about you?” they asked Elyse “Do you bleed red and gold like your buddy here?” Elyse had no interest in the costumed crustacean, ignoring him entirely in favor of pressing Skye “come get some food with me before I waste away.”

“Everything OK?” Elyse asked as they grabbed a cookie and got seated “I’m fine” Skye promised “Just a little sore.” before she could respond xe quickly changed the subject. “Man, I love sweets. I’m sure its because I never get to have them at home, though sadly this cookie is a bit bland.”

“Well, its hard to beat your cooking” Elyse smiled, causing xem to blush at the praise “Thanks. I’m sort of limited in what I can make wearing this dumb cast, though I learned a few new pressure cooker recipes recently. If you want to come over for dinner some night, I’d love to make something for you.”

“I’d like that” she agreed “Grim I’ve missed you.”

“Tonight was great,” Skye said when they arrived back as xir place at the end of the night “thank you for asking me.”

*“*Thank YOU for forgiving me” Elyse replied softly “I’m truly sorry that I made you so upset that night, Skye. I messed up and I can’t take it back, but I hope you know I’d never hurt you intentionally.” Skye nodded “I know”.

Standing there in the warm night air, xir best friend right there across from xem looking so beautiful, Skye was overcome with the sudden urge to show her just how much she meant to xem. “Elyse?” xe asked hesitantly, “Can… can I kiss you?”

Xir heart fluttered madly as she nodded “I’d like that.” Screwing up xir courage Skye leaned in slowly, placing xir lips softly against hers, the answering pressure of her mouth turning xir legs to jello. Both teens smiled goofily as they broke apart.

 “Goodnight, Elyse” Skye whispered. “Goodnight” she replied, running her hand gently down xir arm as she turned towards home.

  🎵 Life forever changes with one touch, when best friends fall in love🎵

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[protect-daniel-james]

Sneak peek of Jason/Eddie trying to figure out why Anthony Gordon is acting the way he is (trying to seduce Howe), a.k.a. the best detective duo ever. Under cut.

Jason tilted his head. "Eddie, come on. Where did Gordon come from?"

"Everton."

Jason raised his eyebrows. Come on, Eds. Think about it.

"Nah, nah - that's insane."

Jason's raised eyebrows and the doubtful smile that played on his lips didn't seem to agree with Eddie. He picked up the tablet that was on the table and after unlocking it, his fingers ran over the screen. Eddie waited tensely. "Anthony Michael Gordon," JT uttered in an almost solemn tone, as if he'd just announced the winner of a poll. "Born February 24, 2001. Youth team: Liverpool FC, was released from there. Everton since 2012." He put the tablet back down on the table and clasped his hands together. "He had been at Everton since he was eleven. Spent a few months at Preston North End. I think that narrows our circle of suspects quite a bit. If we reckon he was at least legal - "

"Jesus Christ. That's grim."

Instead of answering, JT picked up the tablet once again. "And that it wasn't anyone from here," he added to lighten up the mood but Eddie visibly jerked, as if stung by a bee.

"Here?" he said in disbelief. His eyes searched in JT's face for an assurance that it was meant as a joke. "No, no - " He slapped his palm triumphantly on the table. "He said something - wait! - he talked about before, before, he didn't say when but he mentioned something that made it clear it was elsewhere - "

Jason looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm sure! He made this stupid joke about putting this - info - down in his contract. Or in his transfer request when he wanted to get out of Everton. Anyway - " Eddie cooled off his victorious grin. "That's beyond the point. I trust the people we work with here one hundred percent. Besides, he made it pretty clear this was about a gaffer, not a masseur or physio."

Jason nodded, working something out on his tablet. "Here we go." He smirked. "Koeman. Who the hell knows with him. But Anthony would have been barely sixteen and in the academy. Why would Koeman even know about him." 

Eddie shook his head. His teeth were clenched; the lighthearted tone in which JT spoke didn't seem appropriate for the subject.

"David Unsworth," Jason continued. "Who the hell is even that? Interim. How would he even have time for this? Keep in mind Anthony is still sixteen and not in the first team."

"Jesus Christ."

"Big Sam. Would you look at that. I doubt he even knew half of his first squad. But, this is where Tony lad debuts for the first team in Europe. Wow," he raised his eyes from the screen, ready to make the joke. "Everton in Europe. Must have been ages ago. Marco Silva? Who knows. Big Dunc Ferguson? Nah, he loves the club, he would never do something like that to an academy player. Ancelotti? Come on. Anthony would shit himself. Benítez? He hated Everton, and wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole. Big Dunc again, no chance." Eddie, who had been nodding along to the names, remembering the managers who led Everton for a few months or years throughout Gordon's spell, noticed the all-telling pause that Jason made. Their eyes met.

"Lampard."

One of them said it, or maybe they both did; maybe Jason voiced what Eddie's lips wordlessly whispered.