#thank you for asking this btw i hope i said things that made sense.

[n0vazsq]

Good looking boy | LL30 x Reader

pairing . . . liam lawson x tsunoda!reader

summary . . . Your first time visiting the paddock is definitely… interesting. What was meant to be a simple visit to see your brother turns into something else entirely when his former teammate (and your very obvious admirer) Liam Lawson can’t stop staring, gets distracted, and accidentally trips you. An awkward apology quickly turns into a dinner invitation, and suddenly visiting your brother isn't the only thing you look forward to

request . . . yes!! based on this request

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . deguchi natsuki and girls from pin!

alexavia yaps . . . title is random bc idk. also writing this at 3 am after not writing for a solid 3 months so i apologise if its pure shit <33 hope you enjoy and sorry if its short !! this is set after yuki went to redbull (japanese gp and onward) btw! i know the pacing is weird and really fast but i hope it made sense!!

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yourusername race day in japan!! will finally see yuki live for the first time <3 so excited to watch the race and big thanks to vcarb for inviting me (even though my brother doesn't drive for you anymore) Tagged: yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511 why'd you post that picture of me

yourusername it's perfectly fine

yukitsunoda0511 my eyes are closed

yukitsunoda0511 it's not fair if you have a good pic😔

yourusername literally not my fault i'm more photogenetic and better looking

liamlawson30 i think you both look good

yourusername thank you liam !!

yukitsunoda0511 get out of here liam you don't have a chance

username1 i live for the tsunoda siblings fighting

username2 both of them raw. next question

username3 woah

username4 praying for yuki's pr manager this weekend

username5 i just know they made everyone's life a living hell

username6 she;s so pretty how

username7 i mean she's a tsunoda everyone in that family is good looking

username8 WE NEED MORE YUKI CONTENT HES SO GOOD LOOKING WTF

username9 y/n please post more im begging

liamlawson30 i hope you're on my side of the garage

yourusername i think am idk

liamlawson30 im so glad you`re not in the redbull garage because having you in the vcarb garage will grant everyone a heavenly and angelic presence

yukitsunoda0511 i can read this.

liamlawson0511 YOU CAN READ?? NO WAY!!!

yourusername yuki has steam coming out of his ear rn

yukitsunoda0511 no i don't

liamlawson30 "no i don't" mate we can all see it😊

yukitsunoda0511 when i get my hands on you blondie

yourusername woah woah woah ladies one at a time

username10 HELP I LOVE Y/N

username11 "blondie" IM SOBBINGGGGGGGg

username12 man i love them

username13 tsunoda siblings are my goats no one can change my mind

username14 theyre so iconic sigh

username15 meow

username16 real

username17 im screaming crying throwing up that face card is so lethal

username18 manifesting yuki win and liam p2

username19 yuki would probably push liam off the podium stand

username18 bro is NOT letting him hit with y/n

username19 he cant fight ALL of us tho thats a fact

username20 MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS SHIT I NEED Y/N AND LIAM TOGETHER ASAP. like bro they've been on and off flirting with each other for like a year when will he ask her out </3

yukitsunoda0511

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yukitsunoda0511 whoever said family is the best company clearly hasn't met my sister

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username21 HELP????

username22 crying this is so random

username23 LMFAOOOOOO

username24 y/n vs corn dog who's winning

username25 corn dog 10000%

yourusername leave me alone bro i'm trying

username26 SOBBING

username27 i need to know what liam thinks about this

username28 is the picture of yuki edited?? im sobbing

liamlawson30 i can take her off your hands if you want 😊

yukitsunoda0511 fuck off

yourusername W rizz lowkey

yukitsunoda0511 he has no rizz all he does is stare at you like a creep

liamlawson30 😔

liamlawson30 sorry...?

yukitsunoda0511 you better be you only talked to her in real life for the first time yesterday and already stared at her for a total for 89 hours

yourusername i`m still here

yukitsunoda0511 f1 weekend didn't even start yet and he's already flirting

yourusername it's literally thursday it's basically the same as friday

yukitsunoda0511 it's not. they're two different days with two different meanings

liamlawson30 can i say that y/n looks very beautiful in that picture

yukitsunoda0511 blondie i swear

yourusername aww liam tysm <33 you looked very handsome in the paddock today too

yukitsunoda0511 ...

liawlawson30 your sister likes me

yukitsunoda0511 no

yourusername why are we arguing over my love life

yukitsunoda0511 because blondie thinks he's your soulmate or something

yourusername what if 'blondie' is my soulmate

yukitsunoda he isnt??

yourusername i said what IF

liamlawson30 omg there's a chance y/n in my soulmate

yukitsunoda0511 not for long

yourusername ??

yukitsunoda0511 you didn't see that

yourusername i'm not blind mate

yukitsunoda0511 you might as well be with that bat vision

liamlawson30 i think your vision is just fine y/n <3

yukitsunoda0511 no one cares and no one asked blondie

liamlawson30 being attacked for my kindness

yourusername it's okay liam just ignore him

yukitsunoda0511 don't ignore me liam.

username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF MY HUSBAND

username30 oh to be as pretty as her

yourusername the hate on me was unnecessary

yukitsunoda0511 sigh

yukitsunoda0511 sorry i guess

yourusername you should be 😔

yukitsunoda0511 btw i'm only being nice to you because our mother threatened me

yourusername good

yourusername does that mean you'll leave blondie alone

yukitsunoda0511 no

yourusername sigh

liamlawson30 now you're both calling me blondie

liamlawson30 seems like i'm in for a long weekend

username31 THE NICKNAME HELP

username32 im crying about the y/n x liam ship and so is yuki

username33 okay so im not schizo and liam DID flirt with yuki's sister

username34 i wish i had yuki as my bf

username35 i wish i had Y/N as my gf

username36 i wish i was liam honestly

username37 smash (both of them)

username38 yuki's way calmer than i expected him to be about this

username39 honestly was fully expecting him to light up the vcarb garage on fire after seeing liam's comment

username40 if liam and y/n don't go out soon that means yuki murdered liam

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liamlawson30 accidentaly made a pretty girl trip and then took her to dinner as an apology and i think she likes me? Tagged: yourusername

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username41 MOTHERRRRRRRRR

username42 HELLO??

username43 he ate. licked the plate clean. swallowed the table even. yuki's crash out will be valid

username44 this is all happening on friday & saturday, so i wonder if yuki will crash into liam on the race

username45 imagine if he wins in a vcarb

username46 then y/n would probably pass away

username45 i think yuki will at first

username47 IM CRYING NOT LIAM ADDING A SELFIE OF HIM AND YUKI AS IF HE DIDNT POST A DUMP OF HIM TAKING OUT YUKI'S SISTER ON A DATE ELPPPP

username48 STUNNING.

username49 the selfie is so cute tho

username50 THE PHOTOGRAPHY?? THE AESTHETIC?? THE RED DRESS?? I FEAR Y/N LICKED EVERYTHING CLEAN. liam is okay i guess

username51 ONGGGG. yeah hes fine ig

username52 FRRR. would give him a solid 6/10 for effort

username53 THE REAL IT WAG AND IT DRIVER

username54 i cried because this

username55 WE NEED MORE Y/N IN THE PADDOCK FOR MORE YUKI WINS (manifesting he'll win out of pure rage when he sees y/n and liam together) 🔥🔥🗣

username56 liam dont forget us when you become y/n's husband

username57 THE SECOND PIC IS SO FUNNY IM SHITTING MY PANTS

username58 id let him hit me with his car

username59 i'd let y/n hit me with his car

username60 mama y papa

username61 oh yuki i feel so bad for you

username62 SOBBING I JS REALISED YUKI DIDNT LIKE AND HE LIKES ALL OF LIAMS POSTS

username63 im waiting patiently for the yuki crashout.

username64 i need it asap

username65 if he says blondie ill eat my pet fish for dinner

username66 this relationship is not a want its a NEED

username67 HELLO?? LIAM AND YUKI'S SISTER?? SINCE WHEN??

username68 wait since when did he have a sister

username69 idk probably since she was born (he has 2)

username70 liam x y/n has been a ship sine their redbull academy days people just don't follow the story </3

yourusername aww you look so cute in the selfie

liamlawson30 youre talking? you look so stunning i had a heart attack

yourusername i'm so flattered omg

liamlawson30 i'm glad 😉

yukitsunoda0511 blondie i'm giving you 5 seconds to run as far away as possible before i attack you.

liamlawson30 why? what did i do

yukitsunoda0511 tripped my sister. took her to a dinner DATE. probably kissed her and now winked at her?

liamlawson30 it's an emoji...?

yukitsunoda0511 you didn't deny the kiss.

liamlawson30 oops?

yukitsunoda0511 run blondie. run.

username72 im so confused and excited at the same time

username73 THEYRE GETTING TOGETHER???

username74 how'd he pull

username75 if liam can get y/n by being a pathetic simp why can't i pull her like this?? life is unfair

username76 manifesting a podium for him and isack idk how but i'll build an engine from the ground and i'll harvest the chassis from the earth

yukitsunoda0511 it's good that you're drinking up your last moments with my sister since you won't have any after i get to you

yourusername yuki wtf

liamlawson30 uh...

yukitsunoda0511 tick tock, blondie.

liamlawson30 should i be worried for myself or him

yourusername both 🤍

liamlawson30 not too reassuring, love

yourusername oh...😊 i blushed

yukitsunoda0511 LOVE??????? AND WHO BLUSHED

yourusername ME !!

yukitsunoda0511 why are you so proud to admit that you blushed because blondie called you 'love'

yourusername it's cuteee 😊😊😊

liamlawson30 you're cuter

yourusername stoppp tyy

yukitsunoda0511 the audacity to do this infront of me...

yourusername fuck off then

liamlawson30 y/n has anyone ever told you you're very hot when you swear

yukitsunoda0511 you blonde idiot if you don't shut your mouth i will stitch it shut for you

username77 this modern cinema btw

username78 im like 109% sure y/n is giggling at liam's comments

username79 bro i'm gonna kms this is too beautiful to let go of

username80 the look of lovee.....

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yourusername he tripped me and then took me out to dinner and now he's my boyfriend 😊 (photo dump ver.) Tagged: liamlawson30

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username81 HELP IM SOBBING HE TRIPPED HER??

yourusername liam was too busy staring at me (according to some sources *cough* yuki *cough* and accidentally ran into me (he didn't move out the way bc he was busy staring, according to the sources) so i tripped and cut my legs

username81 sobbing 😭 at least he apologised by taking you out to dinner

username82 yuki not liking this LMAOOOO

username83 AWWW LIAM AND Y/N HUGGING WHILE SHES IN VCARB MERCH IS SO CUTE

username84 4 cuts is crazyyyy

username85 I WANT TO BE A WAG

username86 imagine being this pretty sigh

oracleredbullracing ❤ Liked by creator

username87 EH???????

username88 girl what

username89 REDBULL????

username90 i cannot tell if like admin did this or someone else did

username91 HELP WHAT

username92 NOOOO IT'S OFFICIAL

username93 stop i feel so bad for yuki imagine your sister getting together with your old teammate

username94 ITS OFFICIAL??

username95 yuki wdc trust

username96 holy fuck shes beautiful

username97 where to buy a liam asking for a friend

username98 'boyfriend' MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAA

username99 im waiting for the edits of them

username100 how is yuki functioning i'd kms

liamlawson30 i'm glad you enjoyed dinner ❤ so happy to be called your boyfriend i've been waiting a year to be called that

yourusername loved the song you wrote for me <3 it was so cute!!

yukitsunoda0511 WHAT

yukitsunoda0511 YOU WROTE A WHOLE SONG YOU BLONDE CREEP??

liamlawson30 you laughed when i told you about it...?

yourusername what face was he making and how'd he pronounce the laugh

liamlawson30 nvm i just realised he was mad/sarcastic laughing

yourusername i loved the song though

liamlawson30 i loved being with you

yourusername and i love you

yukitsunoda0511 EH??? WHAT??? LOVE?? YOURE TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

yourusername fuck off yuki just because you don't have rizz doesn't mean i get to suffer

liamlawson30 i think i've fallen all over again

yourusername mwahhh ily

liamlawson30 my face is the 'AWOOGA' gif rn

yourusername HELP

yukitsunoda0511 it's not funny.

yourusername stay mad xx

yourusername you wouldn't get it old man

yukitsunoda0511 call me old one more time i'll show you and blondie what's old

yourusername oh! that's.... assuring

liamlawson30 should i be worried or...?

yukitsunoda0511 actually yes. very worried blondie

yourusername i'm not scared

yukitsunoda0511 you should be 😈

yourusername what the hell did they feed you in redbull

yukitsunoda go there yourself to find out

liamlawson30 over my DEAD BODY y/n is not leaving me <3

yukitsunoda0511 you're in an unsafe area lawson

yourusername you didn't call him blondie!! that's an improvement <3

liamlawson30 i think yuki likes me now

yourusername what if he's in love and is jealous because we got together

liamlawson30 that would explain why he's so mad

yukitsunoda0511 I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH LIAM

liamlawson30 don't worry yuki it's a safe space

yourusername it's okay yuki i won't get jealous

yukitsunoda0511 i won't even say anything i'm blocking both of you

username101 all grown adults btw

username102 i would've fainted she's like a renaissance painting

username103 dont know if i should be happy or sad that they're officialy together

username104 both because we lost y/n to liam and because the otp became true

username105 HER BEING THE SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND MY HEARTTTTT

username106 i hope they become unhinged asl

username107 new y/n fans will never get to experience liam flirting in her comments and yuki reporting every single one

username108 FRRR like those were a key part in their relationship

username109 me and y/n are in a parasocial relationship btw

username110 they are my parents. no argument.

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liamlawson30 beach day with my stunning beautiful amazing lovely angelic heavenly girlfriend... and her older brother who kind of hates me less now? Tagged: yourusername, yukitsunoda0511

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username111 PRETYYYY

username112 they look 3 feet tall 😭

username113 HELLO?? THE SECOND PIC?? THE FLOWERS?? IM DECEASED

username114 yuki is my husband

yukitsunoda0511 you're lucky my sister loves you and i love my sister

yourusername aww yuki that's so cute

liamlawson30 i'm lucky i love your sister too

yukitsunoda0511 why'd you have to ruin it

yourusername it's okay he gave me a massive bouquet of my fav flowers

yukitsunoda0511 i can see by the picture he posted

liamlawson30 doesn't y/n look very stunning? i thought i died and an angel appeared infront of me

yourusername stopp i'm blushing ❤

yukitsunoda0511 cringe

yourusername no one asked yuki

liamlawson30 is he still jealous that he didn't get with me

yourusername yeah probably

yukitsunoda0511 I DON'T LOVE LIAM

liamlawson30 stay in denial babe

yukitsunoda0511 do NOT call me babe you blonde fart

yourusername blonde fart??

liamlawson30 first time i heard that one

yukitsunoda0511 shut up i couldn't come up with an insult

liamlawson30 then why'd you have to insult me

yukitsunoda0511 idk probably because you're dating my sister

liamlawson30 aren't we friends

yourusername i'm scared what's happening

yukitsunoda0511 shut up y/n we're talking

yourusername okay then....

yukitsunoda0511 such kind words to your loving brother

yourusername i'll kill you

yourusername i didn't even say anything

liamlawson30 to be fair you said you'd kill him

yourusername you're supposed to be on my side

liamlawson30 sorry love

yourusername blushing giggling and kicking my feet rn

yukitsunoda0511 all because he called you love??

yourusername shut up it's cute

liamlawson30 you're cuter

yukitsunoda0511 you two already had this convo it's getting boring 😐

liamlawson30 i'm glad we're annoying you 🤍

username115 yuki development arc lowkey??

username116 the phone selfie is so adorable omgg

username117 Y/NLIAM CONTENT LETS GOOOOOOO

username118 liam pls tell us everything that happened word by word please

username119 Y/N AND YUKI APPEARANCES LETS FUCKING GOOOO

username120 YES YES YES YES i dont understand why but yeah IM SO HAPPY THEYRE TOGETHER LIKE ITS OFFICIAL OFFICIAL

yourusername i love you so much you look so handsome

liamlawson30 i love you more my beloved princess 🫶 i had so much fun thank you for making it bearable with yuki insulting me every 8 seconds

yourusername anytime dārin 💙

yukitsunoda0511 don't bring japanese into this

liamlawson30 i swear my belt was buckled a second ago

yukitsunoda0511 BLONDIE ITS SO OVER FOR YOU

yourusername seeing you shirtless makes me want to impregnate you

liamlawson30 i'll defy human biology just for you <3

yourusername see ladies this is how a man should be

yukitsunoda0511 who are you talking to

yourusername the audience

yourusername also stop replying to every comment let us have our moment

username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS SHES SO PRETTYA ND LIAM IM MALFUCNTIONING

username122 girl is a fake tsunoda

username123 sigh

username124 waiting for y/n to drop posts of this trip like a wife waiting for her husband's letters from war in the 1900s

username125 HELP

username126 omg i died

username127 SHES WITH LIAM NOW?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

username128 rest in peace tsunoda y/n, you will be missed. welcome y/n lawson

username129 LEGIT PASSED OUT SHES SO GORGEOUS

username130 cuties omg

yukitsunoda0511 i guess you two are a tiny bit cute afterall

yourusername omg stoppp ty yuki i know how hard this was for you

liamlawson30 but you know what's cuter?

yukitsunoda0511 if i hear you say that she's cuter again i'll mail you into the ocean

liamlawson30 just showing appreciation to my beautiful angelic girlfriend

yourusername love youuu 🫶 🤍

liamlawson30 i love you more 🤍

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yourusername you adored me before, oh, my good looking boy Tagged: liamlawson30

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username131 im deceased

username132 THE KISS? THE SUNFLOWER?? THE HEADPHONES?? THIS IS TOP TIER LOVE

username133 LETS GO us girlies won yuki can smd

yukitsunoda0511 why are you two kissing? didn't need to see that

liamlawson30 your sister was looking really hot This comment has been deleted

liamlawson30 can't help my love for y/n

yukitsunoda0511 i saw the first comment, blondie. you're on thin ice

username134 gang go check out the y/n and liam update accs they uploaded the whole saga of their love story from the flirting a year ago to him tripping her to the dinner its so cute

username135 the most gorgeous couple

username136 THE SECOND PIC IS SO CUTE HELLO???

username137 liam was winning both ways

username138 PLEASEEEEE

username139 ICONIC.

username140 IUHGBSN????????????

username141 i didnt believe in love until i saw them

username142 FACE CARD IS LETHAL

username143 SUKI WATERHOUSE OMD OMD AND THE LYRICS FIT THEM TOO

username144 SOBBING i love them sm

username145 if glazing them every single second was a crime id be 89 feet under

username146 GOD HAS FAVOURITES !!!

username147 MY HEARTTTT THIS IS SO ADORABLEEE

username148 counting down the days tilll we get y/n appearance in the paddock

username149 the people's princess and her husband

username150 STOP i just realised that yuki liked this ITS OVER WE WON

username151 the aura from them is DIABOLICAL

username152 THATS SO....?? OMG FINALLY THEY CAN FREELY IN LOVE

username153 i NEED a relationship like this (both with my brother and bf)

username154 OMG THATS SO FUNNY KILL ME

username155 i died bc LIAM LIKED BEFORE YUKIII

username156 GET THIS GIRL HER RING liamlawson30 LIKE NOWWWWWW

username157 they need to get married ASAP

liamlawson30 i love you so so so so much

yourusername forever and always

liamlawson30 until the end

yourusername 🫶🫶

liamlawson30 🤍🤍🤍🤍

yukitsunoda0511 my favourite sister and her boyfriend, i guess

liamlawson30 thank you yuki! really appreciate you approving of this relationship

yourusername what about miu

yukitsunoda0511 don't tell her anything...

yourusername fine. but let me go over to liam's house instead of taking my car keys

yukitsunoda0511 fine..

yourusername LIAM HERE I COME

liamlawson30 MY GIRLFRIEND WILL COME OVER TO MY HOUSE

liamlawson30 btw i love you more than anything in this entire universe my angelic heavnely beloved y/n

yourusername i love you more than you'd ever know, pretty boy

yukitsunoda0511 GET A ROOM

minako.tsunoda be nice to your sister yuki

yukitsunoda0511 i'm not 5

yourusername then act like it

liamlawson30 guys stop fighting

yourusername HE STARTED IT

yukitsunoda0511 NO???

yourusername YES???

liamlawson30 now we have to wait while they sort it out

liamlawson30 which could take decades

minako.tsunoda seems like it

username158 FUCKING FUCK OFF THIS IS SO CUTE ALSO THEIR MOM BONDING WITH LIAM???

username159 ok thats it im jumpiing off a cliff

username160 ive never seen something more romantic and its in a fucking instagram post

username161 im actually crying

username162 i love them so much i hope nothing ever happens to them

username163 my heart is paining i cant take this anymore

username164 i need to know what yuki feels about y/n dating his bsf

yourusername they were never friends.

liamlawson30 this worked out better than we thought

yourusername yeah i didnt think we'd get so much love from yuki

yukitsunoda0511 is this sarcasm

yourusername what do you think you shortie

yukitsunoda0511 haha so kind

username165 bye i cant with them

username166 HELO WHAT DID Y/N MEAN WITH 'they were never friends' ???

username167 the a in liam lawson starts for a lovesick fool for y/n

username168 THE WAY THEY STARE AT EACH OTHERRR>>>>>

username169 how i wish for love like this

username170 greatest love story frrr

liamlawson30 i love you so much, my stunning angel

yourusername i love you too, my beautiful love

liamlawson30 forver?

yourusername and always

liamlawson30 until the end

yourusername ilyyyyyy

liamlawson30 i love you too

yukitsunoda0511 i guess the love is true after all, take care of my sister blondie

liamlawson30 i'd rather die than let her get hurt

yukitsunoda0511 good. you have my approval then

to be continued..?

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[mayriecate]

just wondering what a horse expert thinks of punting/betting. i’ve never really thought about it up until now and i’m torn about whether or not to go with my family soon

So, I think my friend @beth-bunkus would be better equipped to answer this than I am, since she is really into the world of Thoroughbred racing. But I can give my two cents about it, since I do watch the occasional race, and I'm still a fan of Sodashi. But this is just going to be a casual race fan's American outlook on the subject. I'm not qualified, lol.

(FWIW, I'm supposing that this isn't just about Standardbred/Thoroughbred/QH races. This can be the act of betting/punting in any equine sport. It's just that racing is probably the biggest and most famous industry when one thinks about gambling in the horse world.)

I think that because horse racing is a sport that involves equines, the only people who would become interested in it would be the equestrians, or people who think that it is a fun and endearing sport. I think that, obviously, the earlier back in time we go, the more popular the sport was. Perhaps it was because the layman could better appreciate the horse when the world was more familiar with them in everyday practices. However, now in recent years, we have whole generations of people who have never touched a pony, even. My parents never were on the backs of a horse, and what I do at the ranch scares them. But their parents either only casually rode, or never rode at all, and nowadays if you are not born into an equestrian way of life- English, Western, or otherwise- chances are the next generations will still be ostracized from horses, and grow up not even seeing them. Which is to say, they wouldn't care at all about them. That includes caring about watching an animal run around a track.

I think that the big pull to things like horse racing, the reason Churchill Downs, Saratoga, even small tracks like Horseshoe Indianapolis here in my state of Indiana, is because it is tied to gambling itself. Horseshoe is actually part of a casino. There's plenty of tracks that are the same way, too- tied to other forms of gambling. Even the movie, All Dogs Go To Heaven, had a whole section of the main characters getting rich from gambling at a race track.

I think in one way, you could separate the race from the gambling. I know I watch races for the horses- Sodashi, Swiss Skydiver, Panthalassa. But then, you get into some ethical thoughts. It's really not a secret that gambling is the whole life source of the racing industry. It is why the derby is held every year. It's why the horses are bred. It's why the trainers make so much money. And it's why, in 2023, 12 horses died at Churchill Downs.

I don't think it's a secret that the industry got crooked. A lot of things, businesses, or events in the equine world invite abuse. Here, trainers like Bob Baffert, who is still considered to be the most successful and influential trainers in the racing world, drug their horses. He was even put in prison for 4 years because of the abuse he put onto his horses, letting his jockeys ride drugged horses, which was a threat of their lives and the lives of every other horse and jockey on the track. (Side note: I'm very glad for the judge in that trial. You can find articles about the whole thing, I suggest reading them if you're interested.)

It's not just drugging that is done by improper trainers, though. It's physical abuse to get the horse to run. It's even the neglect to the horses that don't 'perform like they should'. And after the horse is done with its career, or breeding stock cannot breed anymore, they're retired.

It's very common to see OTTB, or off track Thoroughbreds, (and off track Standardbreds!) in disciplines outside of racing. They're sport horses, and do well in events like hunter/jumper, dressage, ECT. In my time at the ranch, we have had two OTTB's come. One was Keros, the other is LibbyLou.

Keros was actually a good racer, and won some good money in his time. He left our barn a few years ago, and after, a boarder rescued Lou and brought her.

Lou'a story is what makes me so upset about horses that come from the racing industry. She was bred to be a racer, and she was trained, too- she has a lip tattoo and I was able to find some things about her after looking her up online (she came with no papers.) Her registered name was Hunt for a Dove, and she never ran due to a bad leg injury. But she had a filly and colt who raced, and had a third that didn't. She was used as breeding stock.

When she came to us, though, she wasn't a prized sport horse. She was a thin, mangy, dying girl who had trouble staying up on her legs for too long. She had horrible rain rot, her previous owners said she nearly died on them multiple times, and her slit was half sewn up improperly. Now that she was getting better, she needed someone to help her even more.

It's hard to know where Lou was before she came to Indiana, but the writing on the wall says it wasn't good.

Rescues and programs that surround the world of adopting out horses with a racing career are doing good work, but it can be rescue work at the same time. In my position, even seeing rebound associations that are supposed to help animals, who lie through their teeth to get you to take home a horse that you may not even be able to keep (*cough cough. Maybe a story for another time.)- it all shows that even people apart of the industry get crooked.

Anyways. I've talked a whole lot. In any case- I wish we didn't have to bet and gamble in the world of horses. I wish we, as a whole of people, understood horses and the world of equestrians to a point where we valued good horsemanship, good breeding practices, and taking care of horses who love to work and run, and show them off in the races. I wish there was a worldwide love of horses doing what they love to do the most- compete on a track. However unlikely that is, I know it's something that would help not only the athlete horses, but even other disciplines. In a more realistic view, I believe that we should get stricter with regulations. Urine testing, check-ins, ECT. But I know that's a bit too progressive for the people in the industry.

[itsmearia01]

Past Love || Prolog

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Itadori's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. (btw, here Sukuna is considered as king and you considered as the queen) And there are some OCs that I added to add more drama. Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 1

Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. You don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

(Y/N) (L/N) or now known as Ryomen Sukuna's wife. That night was a wedding between you and Sukuna. Your father, who is the only parent you have now, is the figure behind all of this. It all started with him make you engaged to hundred year old demon when you were 12 years old. And now you are 18 years old, which means it's time to get married.

Many important people come, make you have to smile throughout the event. And when it all ends, that night you ended up at your bedroom alone. You reflect on all the things happened.

They think you're happy, they all think you love him. All this time you have to act like you can't live without Sukuna. You have to act like you love him. No, of course you don't love him. You admit he's quite hot, but he's not your type. You don't like mean, psychopathic men. You like gentle and loving men.

Your father always forced you to be obsessive with Sukuna and act like you love him. So you always hurting women who tease him because your father told you to. But you can't do much if Sukuna wants those women. So you are the antagonist.

You're 100% sure he's with one of his mistresses now. As the first wife of Ryomen Sukuna, everyone is sorry for you because he likes to sleep with other women. But you don't mind it, you don't care. But THEY CARE, those who think you love him.

"What should I say to your majesty?"

You hear the waiters talking behind the wall, you start to focus on listening.

"Did lord Sukuna slept with his lover?" Ask someone you recognize as your personal guard now. "Yes. I have to immediately bring this dinner to queen (Y/N)."

Not long after the conversation ended, your bedroom door was opened. "excuse me queen, this is your dinner." He said while put down the tray of your dinner. "Thank you, did he slept with his mistress?" you ask.

The butler raised his head, looking at you with pitying eyes. "I-That's right, Your Highness." he answered nervously. You sighed and told him to leave. Before leaving the room, he look at you with pity once again.

Several months passed, nothing special. He always looks at you disgusted, because he also thinks you're obsessed with him. When you meet Sukuna, he always with his concubines and those concubines always grin at you.

You have to be patient, this is for your family.

That day, he suddenly call you and everyone to the great hall. He was with a woman as usual, but something was different.

"I want to make this women, as my first wife." He said. Everyone was shocked. Because if he wants to make that woman his first wife, it means that she will replace your position. You saw the woman smiling innocently, but you can see her grin.

Because Sukuna wanted to make that woman his first wife, all support for you disappeared and turned to that woman. After your father investigated the woman named Yurika Sato, a illegitimate daughter of a lowly noble who went bankrupt.

The thing that made he attracted to her was because of her innocence. Sukuna really likes innocent women and really hates rude women like you. And just as you'd think, Sukuna will eventually replace you and take Yurika as his first wife.

But you realize this is your chance to escape. You tell your father that you will run away and he agrees. Just in time for the wedding between Sukuna and Yurika, you packed up your things and leave a farewell note. Finally, after everything Sukuna did to you from betrayal, his harsh words, and other acts of cruelty that you received from him, you are finally free.

You and your father still communicating by letter and he bought you a house that is not big but still very nice. Now you live in a village and sell cakes you make by yourself.

Until one day something special happens in your life. At that time you were walking around in the market suddenly you hit bye someone and fell. When you look at that person it was a tall handsome man.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." He says. Reaching out his hand to help you up. And that's when you were get to know to him. It was strange that an aristocratic family name was used by a commoner like him. You were suspicious, but you were a person who believed easily when he said that he completely unrelated to nobles, he happened to share the same last name.

He work as a doctor in this village.

Months have passed and now you know him better, you start developed romantic feelings for each other.

One day he proposed to you and you happily accepted. It's been a month since you were married and you read a letter from your father explaining that the capital in chaos. There are so many evil curses attacking everything around.

You want to go there, but hampered by your body feeling unwell. You keep feeling nauseous and vomiting, your menstruation hasn't come since a month ago. You finally checked secretly with other doctors in the village. Unfortunately, it took a few days to find out.

Three days have passed and there is still no news about the results. Due to getting another letter from your father and worrying about him, you finally decide to go to the capital that day without your husband knowing.

But you don't realize that will be where it ends. You didn't find your father at your family's residence, and you immediately went to Sukuna's residence. You find your father fighting a curse and behind him is Sukuna. When your father neglects to help the others, sukuna who somehow looks very weak is attacked by a special grade curse.

Time went fast, you ran trying to protect Sukuna's body and in the end the curse attack hit your stomach. You lay down weakly and heard screams of your father, Sukuna, and your husband who somehow were there. You see them approaching you and screaming for someone to heal you. And what surprised you the most was when your husband shouted, "SHE'S PREGNANT!"

It's too late. You was already unconscious and fell asleep forever.

_____

"HAH- HAH- HAH."

You wake up from your sleep, the dream is again in your mind. You quickly looked at the time and realized that you would be late for school. You hurry up and get ready for school. Go downstairs and find your father and sibling eating in the dining room.

You grabbed a loaf and rushed out of the house ignoring your father's screams telling you to come back.

And this is your life now, (Y/N) (L/N) the only one daughter of a rich family which has one of the most successful companies in the world.

On the way to school, you keep imagining the dreams you've had every day since you were 12 years old until now. No matter how much you deny it, You know that it's not just a dream but an incident that happened in the past. Maybe it was your past life.

To be continued

A/N : Hello! This is the end of the prologue, once again English is not my first language, btw your family won't be featured much in the next chapters, so it's okay if you don't have any siblings to imagine in the story. Sorry if there are any wrong words. I feel it's too long for prolog, so I'm sorry but hope you like this story and waiting for the first chapter! Banners credit to @cafekitsune !

[tomikashii]

thank you for answering my ask T0T i didn't want to toss a suggestion in here without knowing !!! HEAD IN HANDS

so!! i hope you are doing well today :3 if i may, i'd like to put in a request for ritsu, sho, haru, lyca, and ren (for ur favs !!!!!!) with an mc who remembers SO MUCH about them but not much about anyone else. like for example mc remembers their birthday and their favorite snacks and a specific sentence they said last week verbatim, but they can't recall that information as clearly (if at all) for anyone else

I HOPE THAT MAKES SENSE ???? and i hope u find the prompt enjoyable :3 feel free to take away or add any ghouls if your motivation goes one way or another!!! i don't want to stress u out T0T

thank you sm for your writing <33 nd make sure u take care of yourself !!!!

tokyo debunker : ghouls with mc who remembers every little thing about them !

↘️ ft. sho, haru, ren, lyca & ritsu !

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING SUCH AN INTERESTING CONCEPT !!! 💗 hope you enjoy it ! <3333 💗💗💗

sho haizono

“here you go!” you passed him his birthday present. a new motorcycle helmet from the brand that he likes and he mentioned to you ONCE when you were helping him out at the food truck.

his face looked so suprised, grabbing the gift out of your happy hands. “how... ?” you explained that you remembered him mentioning it to you once before, and you bought it when his birthday was coming closer.

he then notices that you remember little things like his favourite snack and what is his RIDING patterns like.

when he brings it up to leo, the twink started whining about how you FORGOT his birthday and doesn't even remember one thing about him at all.

this makes sho super happy btw. now he makes a mental note on whatever you like & dislikes

haru sagara

your hands were filled with snacks that you remembered haru mentioned to you before recently. (it was 3 months ago.)

the shock on the park rangers face when he was greeted with the amount of snacks in the plastic bag.

when ren and towa came down to see what snacks you brought, ren looked dejected. “this is all what the clown likes, what about us ?”

when haru realises that you only remembered what snacks he likes, he was super jumpy and happy about it inside. “woah, honor student, you got a good memory, dont cha ? i wish my memory is good as yours.” 😭😭😭

thats when now he realises that you picked up on his little habits like the way he would feed the animals, which barstool he would sit at when he is at rui's bar and even the drink combination he would get. 🤌🏻

ren shiranami

found it creepy at first because you sounded like an obsessed stalker but then realised, it was just all natural.

he feels abit warm inside when you gifted him a super rare character merch from a game you both play that he gave up on getting MONTHS ago 😭

but when he realised that it ONLY applies to him and not the others, he gets all smugly about it. he doesn't admit it though 🤭

now, he makes a mental note about what are your likes and dislikes. but when you started remembering what sentence he said a month ago, he couldn't keep up 😭

acts like he remembers yours too but actually keeps all the things about you in his phone (this cheater)

ritsu shinjo

thinks you are on the road on becoming a good lawyer like him when you remembered whatever penalty code or article section he has said. but then realised, it was only what he mentioned to you before is what you remembered 🤭

then he started noticing that you remembered his coffee combinations, what snacks he likes, his timetable. (all he mentioned to you once or twice)

but when he learnt from the other ghouls around you is that you don't remember those things about them. how ? it was proven when you forgot ren/kaito/luca's birthday but remembered ritsu's one specifically.

this made him feel so fuzzy inside (aw this cutie patootie) he doesn't have a great memory like you, other than his law related stuff, so he takes mental notes on what habits you have too.

btw, now since he knows that you remember things about him, he will purposely recite the entire japan's law book to you so that you can remember and assist him further in his future cases as his business partner (a win is a win) 🫡

lyca colt

he thinks you can read minds or you have some instinct that can help you remember things (he thinks you are a magician)

it started with you remembering his birthday, and then what snacks he likes (the specific beef jerky from the campus store) & what drink order he likes from rui's bar.

then one day, when you brought lyca his favourite drink and rui a random drink, the blonde boy starts dramatically crying 💀 “you don't even bother remembering MY favourites but you remember lyca's.”

now lyca knows that you only remember what he likes, said & etc. (he is super happy that he is a special someone to you 🥺)

he tries to remember all the little things about you (but he couldn't) so he writes it down on his sketchbook, next to his cute little sketches of you (HEHEHEHEHEHEEHEH AAAAAAA 😭🩷)

[lowpolyhagrid]

haiii!! do you think we could get a fic where charlie reyes and reader are besties since childhood and reader falls for him secretly and is sort of bummed out that charlie asked another girl to the prom.

but then when the premonition shit starts happening reader finds out and sticks with charlie and she eventually saves his life almost at the cost of her own :33

please and thank youuu!!

p.s. i have a bobby campbell idea in case you want btw :3

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

c. reyes. 1.6k words. f!reader.

warnings: not proofread, cursing, unresolved feelings sort of… but he does like the reader back!! also i wrote most of this at 2 am so that’s why it might not make sense…

pleaseee send any more fic ideas you have i looovee writing for this movie!!! i hope you enjoyyyy!!

charlie was acting weird. you noticed it. you noticed everything about him. even when you were in 7th grade and you bonded over listening to tyler, the creator. you took note when he grew out of wearing those huge black headphones everyday. and how, as he got older, he grew out of his favorite t-shirt. and you noticed that he didn’t text you when he got out of chemistry at 11:44. he always takes time out of the 3 minutes between classes to text you, and suddenly he stopped.

you waited for him in your car after school. he took around 5 minutes every day to walk from his last class to your parking spot. you waited 10 minutes and he wasn’t there. it wasn’t until you pulled around to the door that you saw him. walking around the perimeter of the school with a girl. jenny. you knew jenny, because she was friends with charlie. and he talked about her. frequently. you gritted your teeth when he mentioned her, sometimes you’d change the topic altogether, and the sight of her stupid face pissed you off. okay, maybe you got jealous.

you rolled down your window to ask charlie if you were still giving him a ride home. it took him a second to turn around. he said yes and got in the car. that’s when he told you about his plan to ask jenny to prom. you nearly had to pull the car over and regroup. one thing you didn’t notice about charlie (in fact, you ignored it), was that he was developing feelings for jenny. he probably mentioned something about it while you were tuning him out to preserve your emotions. you gave an oscar-worthy performance when you said that his plan sounded like a great idea. especially considering he enlisted you to help make the poster for it.

it was weird coming over to sharpie some corny pun on a blue poster board. he said your handwriting is nicer than his and he trusted you more than himself to not mess it up. you thought about fucking it up on purpose, like that would deter her from charlie. the worst part of it all was watching it happen. seeing her shocked reaction in front of her friends. he walked home with her that day, and you thought about boycotting prom on the drive to your house.

your relationship had been stilted in the days following. texting you less and less, taking his skateboard to school. it didn’t seem at all like him, or who you wanted him to be. he texted you saying that stef was home and asked if you wanted to see her. you made up an excuse to not come. a day later he called you to tell you what happened to his grandma, and how his sister wasn’t handling it well at all. he invited you to his family’s barbecue after the funeral.

you felt a lot better being around his family. they loved you a lot. the weirdest part was meeting his mom for the first time. you had your own opinions about her after hearing about her for so many years. but she was nice enough to you, even though she seemed a little withdrawn.

you were standing next to charlie when bobby went through the net of the trampoline, laughing it off quickly. everything after that happened so fast. a piece of glass going clean through his uncles foot spiraled into a mist of blood painting your converse. you saw the true reality of a lawn mower blade tearing apart a human head right in front of your eyes. it was enough to render you speechless for hours, eyes glossed completely over, and your face was drained of blood.

you were with charlie all day the next day. constantly trying to keep each others mind off of the horror you witnessed the day prior. “i can’t stop thinking about it.” he says suddenly. you pause the tiktok you were showing him. you study his face for a second, trying to think of how to handle the situation. “i couldn’t sleep at all last night.” he continues. you take a breath before biting the bullet. “just… think about prom. what kind of corsage are you gonna get jenny?” you ask. you move a little bit closer to him on the edge of his bed. this is the last thing in the world you wanted to talk about, but it might be the only thing that can distract him.

he takes a second to register what you said. “oh, i don’t know. what do you think she would like?” he asks. you have to wrack your brain for an answer, considering you know next to nothing about her. “we’ll, you can’t go wrong with a white rose or a pink carnation. it just depends on what she’s wearing.” you explain. he face eases a little bit. “what about orchids? you like those.” he says. you raise your eyebrows. “you’re not taking me to prom. what type of flowers does she like?” you ask with a light chuckle. he thinks for a second. “i don’t know.” he shrugs slightly, a small grin on his face. you playfully roll your eyes. “that’s a great start.”

you stick with him the next few days. through everything. from julia. to the hospital. to the cabin. it all blurred together in the months after, while your brain tried to block the memory. the only thing that sticks out is the conversation you had with charlie in his mom’s rv. he was staring ahead blankly, either lost in thought or not thinking at all. you take a breath as you survey the sight of him.

“you know i’m never going to let anything happen to you, right?” you ask, placing a hand on his arm for reassurance. his head immediately snaps in your direction. “i don’t think there’s much you can do.” he argues, looking down at his hands. “well, i’m gonna do everything i can then.” you announce, folding your arms. he sits up and looks at you again. he offers you a small smile. “thank you for being here. i’m sorry that i’m dragging you through all of this.” he says, earnestness in his eyes. “you’re not dragging me through anything. i want to be here for you.” you reassure. he thanks you, holding eye contact for a moment. you don’t say anything else.

stefani died. charlie brought her back. they escaped death. or at least it’s left them alone. you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, done up in your prom dress. you had tried to fix your recently sullen appearance as best as you could. but the effects of seeing people die violently in front of you isn’t easy to cover up with makeup. it seems like most times, charlie was handling it better than you. you hear three knocks on your front door, and you know who it is. you shuffle out of the bathroom in your heels and open the door for him. his eyes light up when he sees you, and you nearly fall to the ground. stefani is standing behind him, and she makes a comment about how good you look.

charlie stammers a little bit on his words. “hi, um… me and steffie got you this.” he shoves a small plastic container towards you, a corsage of orchids. you instinctively hold it to your heart briefly before popping the lip off. “oh my god, charlie. thank you.” you beam at him, and he smiles back, shades of red painting his face. you didn’t even consider that he was still taking jenny to prom. it didn’t seem like it mattered. in fact, he had barley mentioned her in the past weeks. you ride with charlie and stefani to jenny’s house, chatting about the kind of music you want to hear at prom.

when you get to jenny’s house, charlie’s dad introduces jenny’s dad to stefani. you’re checked out of the conversation, staring at the way charlie’s chest rises and falls as he breathes. you’re snapped out of it when he mentions charlie saving stefani’s life. “if your were unconscious, and charlie got you breathing again, then your heart didn’t stop.” you mow over this information in your head, watching as jenny walks out of her house in the ugliest dress you’ve ever seen. you’re startled by the unmistakable sound of a train approaching, shortly followed by a loud screech. you’re blown out of the way when the trains go barreling toward stef and charlie.

you run after them. watching the neighborhood get mowed over. your eyes snap to charlie, and all of your focus is directed towards saving him. you charge in front of the trains and they come to a screeching halt. “that was close.” charlie expresses as he’s desperately trying to catch his breath. you put your hands on his shoulders. “see? i’m protecting y-” you’re cut off by a loud crash, the trains shoot out further at you, and you instinctively push charlie out of the way. half a dozen logs shoot out at you and stefani, one crushes and drags her remains across the road. you don’t have time to react before a log narrowly misses the top of your head, you drop to the ground.

once you’re sure you’re safe, you stand up and run to charlie. you try your best to calm him down. “hey, charlie. look at me. you’re okay! you’re okay!” you soothe, placing a hand on the side of his head. his dad runs to his side, followed by jenny’s dad and a few of the teens. you move charlie so his back is toward the road, adverting his attention from his sisters body. he collapses into your arms, loud sobs leaving his shaking body.

[lara4eclipze]

“i love you”

sypnosis -» "I don't care what they say — I love you that's what matters" you scolded manon

beware! -» fluff , angst , crying , comfort, sick , swearing, cyber bullying, stupid hoes

talks -» hey so recently manon got sick and she couldn't attend the MAMA Awards — some lame hoes decided to use this as a way to hate her , friendly fucking reminder she's a person not a fuckin' robot stupid bitches , I hope y'all burn btw...!

taglist (open) -» @nyssalvr @ohmyhaely @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa

it wasn't much of a secret that the girls especially lara and manon got so much hate when the documentary got released — death threats , bullying , racism and etc — it took a toll out of their mental health especially since they were just getting started being an idol

recently katseye got invited to perform at the MAMA Awards , this was big the MAMA Awards is one of the biggest award ceremony in korea — so the girls spent weeks practicing their presentation for the awards

many sleepless nights and hours upon hours of practice took a negative turn for manons body — just two days before the awards she had to announce her mini hiatus due to her having a fever

obviously she was devastated, but she knew the rest of the girls were gonna do good—although she wished that she could also perform

"babyy i miss you :((" manon texts you , it was pretty early so you went to their dorms , you drive faster than usual sensing something was wrong

you knock on the door waiting for her to open it—well what greeted you was manon sniffling with a blanket draped over her frame

"baby what's wrong??" you ask entering the abode , she hugs you not muttering a word , as your shirt absorbed her tears , you held her head closer to you but you felt like she was burning "your burning up , are you alright?— did you take your medicine yet?" a motherly way of concern starts to take over you

"i-im okay" she sniffles yet again , finally she lifts up her head — her eyes were puffy her nose red and her face coated with her tears

"no you're not baby , tell me what's bothering you?" you sternly said to her , you both sat down on the couch with her clung onto you

"I just - I saw videos and comments that I wasn't sick that I was just lazy but I'm not!—i work as hard as everyone does!" manon exclaims her hands flailing around , angry and upset tears leaving her eyes as she stumbled over her words

"I know , you shouldn't care about what they say — they're just jealous of you" you said comforting her , her frown deepens "no they just hate me" she says , your heart breaks at everything manon had to endure

"I don't care what they say — I love you that's what matters , not some stupid comment made by someone who probably can't achieve the things you have" you scolded — her tears soon dried up and a smile forms on her face

"I love you too" she smiles , her lips now on yours as a tint of pink made it's way to your cheeks — "now take your medicine" you mutter , she groans

"it tastes like shit — I'm not even over exaggerating it" manon mumbles pouting at you

"language and no just because you look cute doesn't mean you won't take your medicine" you chuckle at her attempt to stop you from making her drink her medicine

"no fair"

"you're sick not me"

after watching a movie and finally making manon drink some paracetamol — she peacefully falls asleep whilst her head was on your lap , you made a soothing motion on her scalp

"you're so pretty" you mumble looking at her peaceful face

sometimes you wish that manon didn't go thru the dream academy, or even became a member if you only knew it meant her being bullied online — yet your thankful that she was with people that loved her , eyekons, katseye, and you

manon deserves where she is now ,no one and I mean no one could tell you otherwise — she worked hard and shed her blood sweat and tears for this and for that you are proud of her

[sundarksposts]

'Closure'

Author's note:

hello! this is a part ii of 'what a fool'

i would like to clarify, i'm used to writing angst so probably most of my stories are gonna be angst and underlining that this is just a story! also, for a reference go watch Sidemen video 'Do all the Sidemen think the same' Heated edition.

content warnings: angst, swearing and fluff!

i'm sorry if there are some mistakes because English is not my first language. Please do not copy my story to other platform. I worked so hard on this.

Credits for pinterest for the pictures.

btw, enjoy!

Read part 1 here

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It’s been three months since the great tragedy in Greece, and Y/N was still having a hard time going to work. Seeing Harry at every shoot and trying to avoid him was pure hell for her.

James, your best friend and the only person who knew about what had happened, helped you during shoots. Well, at least for a month.

Josh had picked up on your behavior going home quickly after shoots, avoiding being in the same room as the boys since Harry would be there, and skipping pub hangouts. Before Greece, you were always up for a night out with them.

Noticing the change, Josh asked Y/N for a one-on-one meeting. You finally told him what had happened in Greece. He understood and assured you that he wouldn’t tell anyone. Instead, he offered to personally organize your work schedule.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, you sobbed, thankful for him because that meant you could still keep your job.

And of course, Tobi noticed your bloodshot eyes during one of the shoots and asked James about you. However, since James was terrible at lying and because he trusted Tobi the most out of all the boys he ended up telling him the truth.

Y/N was mad at James for a little while but eventually understood his reasoning. In the end, she decided to tell Tobi everything herself. He listened to her story and gave her some great advice.

Harry on the other hand was acting nonchalant whenever Y/N was on the set. He tried to talked to her once but when he had the time, she was already gone. Harry didn't want to approached James as he was scared James was gonna yelled at him.

Y/N trusted Tobi and Josh. They had made things easier for her especially during the Cheap vs Expensive shoots. Josh arranged for her to be the camerawoman for the other team, keeping her away from Harry.

She was so grateful to them.

Well, until today.

Y/N was on set, prepping for the final MoreSidemen shoot. It had been a long day, especially since Simon had planned six videos to be filmed in one day. While the boys were in the break room, the production crew was busy setting up.

You, Kon, and James were discussing camera placement for the last video of the day and who would be operating which camera. In the end, you and James were assigned to the main camera.

You sighed as James gave you an apologetic look.

“You good?” he asked as you tied your hair into a messy bun. You nodded, trying not to let your emotions show. Operating the main camera meant you’d have to look at Harry.

“It’s just been a long day. I hope this last video runs smoothly,” you said, hoping for the best.

James studied your face. Ever since Greece, he could sense a change in you like you were more guarded. He didn’t like it. He wished he could do something to help.

But he couldn’t.

“Are we ready to start?” Simon asked.

Both you and James nodded in response.

“Yes, boss. Everything is ready. We can start now,” you replied.

Simon went to gather the boys. As they passed by, you tried to look busy, helping James adjust the camera. But little did you know, a certain blonde boy had been stealing glances at you the whole time.

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“Welcome back to Sidemen: Agree or Disagree!” Vik announced.

Harry and Ethan cheered, yelling, “Yay!” as the rest of the boys clapped.

“Alright, first question, please! Let’s get right to it,” Vik said, turning to Fin to read it out loud.

“People should be required to pass a parenting test before having kids,” Fin read aloud.

Immediately, the boys began discussing and arguing, splitting into agree and disagree sides.

You and James giggled quietly, amused that they were already so fired up over just the first statement.

Y/N noticed that Harry, JJ, Tobi, and Vik sided with agree, while Ethan, Josh, and Simon leaned toward disagree. You tried not to be judgmental, respecting both perspectives though, deep down, you found yourself siding with Ethan, Josh, and Simon just a little bit.

After the boys settled their argument, Fin read the next statement.

“I could survive in the wild for a month,” he announced.

“Can we get, uh—can’t we get, uh—what’s… what’s the wild?” Simon asked.

You instinctively zoomed in on him with the camera.

Fin clarified, “A forest in the United Kingdom, with no civilization for about eight miles.”

With that, he began the countdown, and the boys scattered between Agree and Disagree.

Josh and Harry confidently stood in Agree, while JJ, Tobi, Simon, Ethan, and Vik went to Disagree.

The discussion quickly turned into a debate, with the usual back-and-forth. Then, out of nowhere, Vik switched to Agree.

“Absolutely not!” Simon exclaimed, pointing at Vik in disbelief.

Tobi and Ethan immediately chimed in, fueling the argument further.

Watching the chaos unfold, you and James couldn’t help but laugh. You remembered so clearly the Sidemen Camping video. It was pure hell.

You also remembered how attractive Harry looked that day the way he was completely unbothered by the rain, effortlessly chopping wood with an axe. And then, as if the universe was testing you, he suddenly took off his t-shirt, going completely topless because it was soaked through.

Oh, you had definitely rewatched the edits on TikTok more times than you’d admit—secretly agreeing with most of the fangirls.

As the boys argued, Harry kept stealing glances in your direction. James noticed but decided to brush it off after all, both of you were operating the main camera. 'He’s probably just looking at the camera' James thought.

Meanwhile, Harry defended his stance, explaining exactly how he would survive in the wild. Midway through, he shifted from Slightly Agree to Agree, prompting the boys to reset their positions once again.

“It is acceptable to sleep with work colleagues,” Fin stated the next query, making your eyes go wide. Who the fuck came up with these questions? You hid your face behind the camera, feeling James beside you, just as shocked. Noticing your tension, James saw your jaw clench.

“What do you mean?” Josh asked Fin.

“Have sexual intercourse with people you work with,” he replied.

You glanced at Harry, who was looking down, avoiding your gaze, while Tobi crossed his arms, trying to hide his emotions. You hated being in this situation, yet you couldn’t run away you had to remain professional.

The seven Sidemen began taking their positions between Agree and Disagree as your gaze followed Harry. He was still looking at the floor, trying to avoid everyone’s eyes especially yours until he finally glanced up and saw you across the room. After a brief hesitation, he walked over to Agree, joining Simon and Josh, who stood at 'Definitely Agree.' Meanwhile, Ethan, Vik, and JJ positioned themselves at Disagree, while Tobi slowly made his way toward Agree.

You and James glanced at each other, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

“I really want to stay in the middle, man,” Ethan said to Josh and Simon.

“What do you mean, disagree? I mean, if your work allows it,” Simon argued.“Actually, yeah…” JJ muttered, starting to walk over to Agree, while Ethan remained hesitant.

“If the work allows it,” Simon repeated, but Ethan still looked uncertain.

“You know what, actually it depends on the company. If you’re working at a massive bank” Harry chimed in, glancing at you.

You caught his gaze but quickly looked away, trying to avoid his stare. As the boys’ debate grew more intense, you felt suffocated, struggling to hold back your tears.

“I’m going to the toilet,” you whispered to James, who only nodded, watching as you quietly slipped away, not wanting to make a scene.

While the boys were still arguing about the prompt, Harry noticed your figure slipping away. A wave of frustration hit him frustration at himself. Why couldn’t he just tell you the truth? That he did remember that night in Greece. The talking, the holding hands, the dancing and the kiss.

It was the night he finally got the girl he had a crush on.

As they watched you leave, Josh and Tobi exchanged a knowing look. They both understood why you had left after all, they had discussed the situation privately. Josh sighed, while Tobi shrugged sadly.

Harry, oblivious to their silent exchange, suddenly found the courage to go after you.

“C-Can we cut for a minute?” he asked Fin and the boys.

“Yeah.”

“Sure, mate,” they all responded, allowing him to leave.

Without hesitation, he took off after you.

Josh and Tobi were surprised by the youngest Sideman’s sudden action, yet they couldn’t help but feel proud. 'At least he’s finally going to talk to her' Josh thought.

James, also caught off guard, felt a sense of relief.

They needed closure.

Y/N leaned against the sink, trying to compose herself. You put your hands on your face and started to cry, feeling suffocated as your chest tightened until you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Go away, James,” you sniffled, your hands still covering your face.

“Actually, it’s me,” Harry said softly. His presence surprised you, leaving you unsure whether to let him in or not.

“I’m not going anywhere until you open the door,” he added, as if reading your mind. You sighed.

Y/N opened the bathroom door, allowing Harry to step inside as you grabbed a tissue.

“What do you want, Harry?” you asked, avoiding his eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him not in this state.

Harry gazed at you, guilt written all over his face. He knew he was the reason you felt this way.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Great! Never felt better,” you replied, rolling your eyes before finally meeting his gaze.

His tired expression and the guilt in his eyes were undeniable. Yet, despite everything, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked.

‘Why does he have to be this beautiful?’ you thought, but you quickly shook your head, trying to push those thoughts away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I do remember that night. B-but I—I was scared. I was scared of losing you as a friend, a-and I don’t know…” he trailed off as you waited for his next words.

“I feel like you’re this gorgeous girl, and I don’t deserve you. A-and I feel intimidated by your relationship with James as well. That night, I remember everything. I remember your laugh, your warm hugs, your smile, your touch, and your kiss. I’m just a-a coward,” he admitted.

“I am so, so sorry, Y/N,” he whispered, reaching for your hands. You didn’t pull away, which, for Harry, was a small relief.

“Why didn’t you say anything before, Harry? Why now?” you asked quietly.

The blonde boy shrugged. “At first, I thought it would be weird because we work together and I’m technically your boss,” he replied.

You let out a small chuckle at his statement.

“But after coming back to London, going back to work, and seeing you again it just made it harder to ignore my feelings for you,” he admitted.

Your heart thumped. Did he just confess his feelings? you thought.

“Yes, I just confessed my feelings for you,” he said with a smile, stepping closer to you.

“Stop reading my mind, boss,” you giggled, not stopping him from closing the distance between you.

“I forgive you,” you continued, “but it’s going to take some time for me to fully let you in. And you have a lot of dates to convince me.”

Harry grinned. “Okay. Dinner tonight?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes.” Then, without thinking, you pulled him into a hug.

“Lots of dinners,” you giggled against his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"I’m sorry I was a jerk,” he murmured, resting his head on top of yours.

You nodded and looked up at him. “A cute jerk, though,” you teased.

He chuckled, his gaze soft as he wiped the lingering tears from your cheeks. Slowly, he leaned in.

Your heart raced as you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his those soft lips you had missed so much.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you grinned.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. They’re probably looking for you, boss,” you said, pulling him along.

“Yeah, let’s go. By the way, it smells in here, did you poop before I came in?” he joked.

You gasped and slapped his arm. “I did not!” you exclaimed.

He laughed as the two of you walked out together, hand in hand.

As the two of you stepped out, you froze. Standing not too far from the exit were all the Sidemen boys, James, Kon, and John.

You and Harry exchanged a glance before looking back at them.

Suddenly, they all started clapping, while JJ stood there, completely confused.

“Finally!” Josh, Simon, Tobi, and Ethan exclaimed in unison.

“Did you guys make up?” James asked hopefully.

“Did I miss something?” JJ asked, still confused.

Both of you laughed at their reactions before nodding at James, who immediately pulled you both into a hug.

“Thank God!” he exclaimed before letting go.

“I couldn’t stand watching you two any longer,” Ethan chimed in. “One of you had the ‘I want to murder you’ look, and the other had the ‘I love you, please forgive me’ look.”

Everyone chuckled at his comment.

"We’re good now, guys. Josh, you don’t have to schedule me separately anymore,” you said.

Harry gasped. “Wait, is that why I never saw you on my team?”

You nodded, giggling, while Josh raised his hands in surrender. “I neither confirm nor deny,” he replied, not wanting to argue with the youngest Sideman.

“Oi! Who else knew?” Harry asked, turning to Josh, who was already walking back to the set to finish the video.

“I knew, Bog. She told me,” Tobi chuckled, grabbing Harry by the shoulder and ruffling his hair.

Simon and Ethan’s eyes went wide as they gasped in unison.

“Why didn’t anyone tell us?” they both exclaimed.

You shrugged. “Simon, because you weren’t observant enough. And Ethan, because you were too close to Harry.”

Both of them mumbled, “Fair.”

With that, all of you headed back to the set. As you walked, Harry grabbed your hand and smiled at you, and you smiled back.

“Let’s finish this video, okay? I’m starving,” he said.

You nodded as he let go and returned to his position, ready to wrap things up.

Okay, are we ready? Next statement,” Finn said as the boys took their positions.

Across the room, Harry looked at you and smiled. You smiled back, feeling a sense of relief, you finally had the closure you needed.

After all, that was all either of you ever needed.

-fin-

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Author's note:

Thank you so much for reading these fics guys! I would like to thanked @sdmnpact for encouraging me to write again and I did said it was going to be 3 parts but I thought, 2 parts are okay.

And I did gave you the happy ending and I think it is well deserve.

I will write more Harry fics and probably gonna start about George as well but stay tune!

[s1lly-c0r3]

jimmy x GN!reader where jimmy is too lazy to shower/get changed for bed and just sleeps with uncomfortable clothes which reader comes home to jimmy drooling on his pillow and decides to drag him to the bathroom and forces him to clean up? dont know if that makes sense but im kinda referencing your HCs for jimmy. would be cute if reader helps jimmy dry his hair.

youre a damn good writer btw.

Yess!! Ofc I can do that hun!! Also thank you, you made my day <33 REMINDER THAT THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PERPOUSES ONLY!! I do not support Jimmys actions in game! Feel free to request!!

Word count: 600

Characters: Jimmy (be warned) You (Gender neutral reader)

Who could blame him? A long day of working his ass off, an annoying car ride, and walking in the house and not finding you? He just knew he wanted to find his bed and sleep, skipping dinner and a shower, too pissed, annoyed, and tired. Jimmy was tired, obviously, he simply walked into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. You however, got home not too long after he did. Closing the door behind you. "Jimmy?" You called out, listening for sounds of life inside your shared apartment. With no reply, you sighed, seeing his car outside but not hearing him or getting a reply, you could only assume what happened.

You took your shoes and coat off, walking to your shared bedroom almost dreading the sight you're going to see. He didn't even hear you enter the room, again, he assumed you were out doing something since you weren't at the door waiting for him. Nor did he hear you say his name multiple times. "Jimmy!" You said, shaking him as he shot up. "Huh...what?" He said, rubbing his eyes and a bit annoyed that he was just woken up. "What do you want?"

"Have you eaten yet?" You asked, knowing the answer already but what was the harm in asking? "How bad would it be if I said no?" Jimmy responded, looking up at you with a stupid grin almost hoping you wouldn't be as mad. You sighed, not feeling like starting something for a thing he did often these days. "Get up." "Not even a please, damn babe, you can't hate me that much," Jimmy said with a grin, standing up relentlessly with a stretch. He let out a bit of a loud sigh, looking back at you. "What do you what, hm?" "You to shower, cmon stinky." You said, nudging his shoulder. Jimmy looked a bit surprised when you said that, but he wasn't going to fight about it. He groaned a bit, slouching over on you and landing his chin on your shoulder. "Now? Can't even relax around you." Jimmy said, his hands wrapping lazily around you, his fingers having a bit of a tight grip on your clothes. His nose brushed against her neck, taking in your scent he's grown so used too. "Yes, now." You repeated, a bit softer this time. "Mhm." Jimmy stood still for a moment, as if there was a chain connecting him to you and he couldn't pull away. Though, after a moment of silence he leaned up, looking down at you. "Yeah, I'll go shower. If it'll make ya stop naggin' me." You hummed, shoving him towards the bedroom door so he got the hint you genuinely meant now.

--- EXTRA --- "You're a grown man, how do you not know how to dry your own hair??" you said, the towel between your hands as you sat on the bed, Jimmy on the floor in front of you with his head between your legs. His arms crossed, pouting obviously. "I can do it just fine," he complained, the towel rubbing against his scalp as his damp hair turned more and more dry by the second. "You just want to complain about something." As you finished up his hair, tossing the towel in his lap in complete pettiness, you ran your fingers through his hair; brushing out the slight knots the towel gave it. Jimmy, though still annoyed, leaned into your touch. With a small huff, he looked up at you, the back of his head pressing gently into your stomach. "You're very lucky I put up with you, sweetheart."

GAHH I FINISHED THIS SORRY IF IT TOOK FORREVVERRRRRR. I try to keep oneshots or headcanons like this short so its not a pain to read through it all (if you want a long one make sure you specify lol!!) Anyways have a good night/day loves!!

[cottonlemonade]

First off CONGRATULATIONSSS omg youre stories are so good and you deserve it(btw you're request system is sooo creative I love it.)

And Can I order a cup of milk with a matcha roll off of menu A or B please? And can I sit next to bokuto!

Tutoring Him

word count: 589 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.

pairing: Bokuto x implied chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: fluffy, tutoring crush Bokuto

Bokuto slumped over onto the open book and groaned. He was tired of studying before it even started. Why did he have to hit the books when he could be practicing his spikes right now?

“I see you’re trying out the osmosis technique of studying?”

He shot up, a loose page from his notebook stuck to his forehead.

“Y/n-chan!”, he said in surprise.

“Akaashi-kun asked me to step in for him today. He had an errand to run.”

Bokuto made a mental note to buy his friend an armload of new manga. His chest felt all bubbly when you sat down across from him in the empty classroom.

“So.”, you began and with a cool flick of your wrist opened your textbook to a diagram of cell anatomy, “Let’s start with the basics of the cell structure. What do you know about the nucleus?”

“It’s… in the middle?”

You looked at the picture. “I mean… you’re not wrong.”, you said fairly, then moved your finger a little pointing to something else, “What about cytoplasm?”

“It’s the stuff that keeps everything in place?”

“Hm… again, not… entirely wrong, I guess, but I’m sensing a pattern.”, you laughed and the sound made Bokuto’s heart flutter.

“Alright, one more try. What about the mitochondria?”

Oh, this one he knew!

“It’s the powerhouse of the cell!”, he exclaimed excitedly but his face got a little more color when he saw your frown, “That one has to be right, though. Kuroo taught me!”

“So uhm, I don’t know who this Kuroo is but I think you should spend some time apart. At least until after the exams.” You patted his shoulder.

Next, you had him open his notes for an exercise and were impressed and terrified how he managed to even read them between all the doodles. Most revolved around volleyball, of course, others were just random swirls or shapes. When he got to the pages about genetics however, he confidently turned his folder towards you so you could check if his notes were correct before starting to work, but a moment later he practically threw himself over the pages to cover them.

Although, too late. You had already seen the elaborately decorated heart next to the table of Mendel’s law with yours and his name. It was even colored.

“Uhm, Bokuto-san?”

“No?”, he mumbled feebly as his hair seemed to deflate.

“Do you… are you- I mean… do you like me?”

“I wouldn’t call it like…”

“Oh?”

“More like… super crazy in love?”

“Oh!”

When he looked up and saw you blush, his confidence returned immediately.

“Do you like me, too? - Argh, I had this whole thing planned. I wanted to win the next tournament and confess to you with the medal and- but if you like me, too, please let me be your boyfriend, y/n-chan!”

You were so perplexed that the only thing you could say was, “Are you sure?”

He nodded vehemently, practically hovering out of his seat in anticipation of your reply.

“Yes, Bokuto-san, I’d love that.”

He jumped up and cheered, feeling as if he’d just won a championship. Next thing you knew he lifted you out of the chair and pulled you into a bone crushing hug, your feet dangling off the ground.

“Oh my gosh, Bokuto, put me down before you hurt yourself!”, you squeaked but he only squished you further, melting into the softness of your body. “Not yet.”, he mumbled into the crook of your neck, “I’ll be the best boyfriend, you’ll see!”

a/n: and he was, in fact, the best boyfriend turned husband. I love him so much! Thank you for the cute request and your kind words 🫶🏻 I hope you enjoyed it! 🌟

[poem-i-wish-i-wrote]

heyy, what's up? I wanted to request some angst to fluff with charles where the reader and him have a big fight and the reader decides to go to a hotel and he finds her and apologizes and they go back to their house and spend a lot of time together. if there's anything you would like to change feel free to do so ☺️ love your writing btw 🩷

Heyy Anon. Thank you so much for the request. I tried my best to do it justice. i really hope you like it. And i'm sooo delighted to hear you like my writing. You have no idea how much that means to me. enjoy!

Also requests are open

Standing at the door like a ghost shaking from the rain

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader Warning: angst, lots of angst, Charles being dismissive and avoidant, mention of anxiety.

It’s been a horrible week for you at work. You felt so frustrated. You wish you could have talked to someone, but it feels like no ones ever around when it's you who needs some support.

Not even your boyfriend. It always seems like when you were having a bad week, Charles was having a worse one. And you end up not seeking comfort in him, because you don’t wanna be a burden. You don’t wanna add to his problems or concerns.

 Last week was the Austrian GP week, where Charles had a god awful result. He was very upset and stressed about it. You tried to comfort him as much as you could. But his quiet resentment hanged in the air like a ticking bomb. It just made you more anxious, it just made the week feel worse. And he was busy this whole week trying to improve his performance, always in training, always in meetings. You didn’t hold it against him. He needed to improve, he needed to work, you know that. 

But you hated how he acted when he came home. Avoiding talking to you, dismissing you when you tried to ask if he was okay and if he wanted to talk about it. Demeaning you with his actions. He would always be yelling at the phone. Acting bit aggressive while doing things. It was all putting you on edge.  But you said nothing. He was having a hard time, you couldn’t blame him right?

You were at one of Charles' friend's parties. Charles merely paid you any attention the whole evening. You didn’t know any of these people, and Charles didn’t introduce you to anyone unless someone asked about you. You felt very uncomfortable. It was an especially awful day. You almost decided not to come to the party today. You were home lying on your bed thinking how you will tell Charles you wanted to stay home tonight. But Charles barged into the room and asked “Why aren’t you getting ready? Fuck Y/n we can’t be late.” Somehow that expression of his made you not want you to engage in a conversation with him. 

So here you were standing uncomfortably, as your boyfriend was laughing with his friends and their spouses, completely ignoring you. You could feel yourself shaking a bit. You were anxious. Everything about his body language was making you feel worse.

By the time you got back home, the pent up emotions of the whole week got to you. You were throwing your jewelries on the dressing table. Slamming washroom and closet doors. You didn’t even look at Charles as you changed, freshened up and got ready to call it a night. Charles could sense you were mad. 

You were getting yourself a glass of water, aggressively putting down the jug when Charles walked into the kitchen. “Why are you so pissed off?”

“I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You're acting ridiculous,” You close your eyes trying not to pounce at the man in front of you in anger. “It’s nothing.”

“Why are you acting this way? You barely talked to my friends all night. You weren’t even willing to get ready for the party. That’s so insensitive of you!”

“Oh wow” you express with raised eyebrows. “I was being insensitive? What about you? How am I supposed to talk to your friends if you don’t even introduce me? You’ve been acting like an asshole all week. I’m trying to be there for you regardless, and you call me insensitive.”

“What do you mean I was being an asshole? You know I have had a hard week, if you can’t accept a little change in my mood, then how is this supposed to work between us?” “Please Charles, you know I can handle your change in moods, but you took it too far. You pay me no attention. You keep pushing me away. What am I supposed to do?” “Well if you supported me and my work then you would have found a way to be there for me”  That struck a nerve, and suddenly you were yelling everything you have been trying so hard to repress all week.

“Oh I don’t support your work?! You know what, Charles?? You're not the only one with a career. Other people have bad days too.  I don’t support you? I’ve been trying to comfort you all week. What have you done? Have you paid me any attention? Did you even notice how hard I’ve been struggling? My project fell through this morning. I’ve been having absolute shit time at work, but you don’t see me treating you with a bad attitude because of that” You yell. You were visibly shaking now. This was all getting too much.

“How am I supposed to know what goes on in your office?” he yells back. “It’s not about knowing. It’s about being there for each other! And you are never around for me anymore. I feel more alone when I’m with you.” “You are being fucking ridiculous. You can’t just put that all on me.” Charles states. You press your hands on your eyes in frustration.

“You know what. Yeah , I’m being ridiculous. And you have a race next week. Maybe I should just leave you to concentrate on your career. I can't stay here anymore." You say before leaving the kitchen and getting your purse and phone from your room.

“Y/n?! Y/n! Where are you going?” Charles follows you. You don’t say a word, you just put on your shoes and slam the door behind you. You get into your car and drive off, leaving Charles standing alone in your living room, thinking about how he just fucked up.

You were at a hotel now. It’s been 2 hours since you left the house. It was raining heavily outside. You were crying under the covers. Everything was crumbling, your career, your relationship. You felt so damn alone. You could feel your anxiety get worse by the minute. 

Suddenly you heard a knock on your hotel room door. A desperate knock. You just lay there hearing the sound. You couldn’t find the energy to get up. The knock continued. You finally got up and opened the door to find a very drenched Charles Leclerc in front of you. 

“What the fuck Charles? What Are you doing here?” You say. He was shaking from the cold. His hair all messed up, his damp hair on his face. He could see you were clearly “Y/n I’m so sorry. Please, please come back home.” He said, stepping closer to you. You backed away which broke his heart. “Y/n I’m so so sorry. You were right, I was an asshole. I was so caught up in myself, I didn't see what I was doing. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I’m so sorry I didn’t see how much my actions were affecting you. Sorry I didn’t see your struggles. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.” At this point there were tears in your eyes again. You try to turn away but he grabs hold of your hand. 

“I’m so sorry Mon Cheri. I’m so sorry I hurt you this bad. Please come home to me. I’m never gonna do this again. Please give me one more chance to be there for you. I’ll never let you feel lonely ever again.” He pulled you close to his forehead resting against yours. You were fully crying. It seemed like he was going to cry too. “Please Y/n, please.” he whispered. You shouldn’t forgive him so easily. But You felt so awful right now, so weak. Your wrapped hands around him and buried your face in his chest. Not caring that he was fully damped from the rain. You were sobbing into his chest. He leaned into your shoulders whispering sorry into your skin as he held you tight against him. 

When you stopped crying he wiped away your tears and kissed you sweetly. “Let’s go back home, love.” He gathered your things for you before driving you home. Holding your hand the whole drive.

Back at home, he led you to the bed, holding you close to his chest as you two cuddled into each other. He kept saying sorry. And you just hold on to him tightly.

“Tell me what’s been bothering you at work,” he said while kissing your hair. “It’s nothing," you say. He lifts your face up towards him by your chin. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. Tell me, I want to know.” You give him a sad smile at that.

You two lay there talking late in the night. You tell him about the difficulties you were facing, the project that fell through and how worried you were about that. He held you tightly while playing with your hair, listening to your every word and comforting you through the night until you fell asleep.

When he realized you were fully unconscious, He pressed his lips on your temple whispering, “I'm never going to let you feel lonely ever again.”

[letteredlettered]

Hello there! I recently read your thoughts about By the Grace, in which you mentioned that you've never been happy with how it turned out. (I am one of the readers who love BtG, btw, I found it transformative in the sense that i loved it so much that I felt changed afterwards. my comments trace my slow disintegration 😅). I wondered if you'd be willing to share which fics of yours you like the best - which fics came out as you wanted them to, which fics make you feel understood and known? (Totally understand if this is too personal an ask btw but just thought I'd see if it's something you'd like to share).

Well, hi. You sent this ask in August of 2022. I am apparently very very behind on a lot of things. I just had a lot to say to you and didn't have the energy to say it. I'm currently dealing with some health issues so fandom is actually now one of the only things I have energy for, so here I am.

The first thing I want to say is how glad I am that you liked By the Grace. It's hard not to love something I've written, but I think it shows so much about our humanity that something I find so deeply imperfect could be something that really worked for you. Thank you so, so much for all your kind words.

The second thing I want to say is that for me, the fics I like best are the one that came out as I wanted them to, but they are not necessarily the ones that make me feel seen and known. For instance, I wrote By the Grace because I felt upset about the world, and I also felt upset about some things in fandom that felt like an ugly reflection of the world in a place where I didn't want to have to think about such things. The fact that people love BtG, in spite of its flaws, makes me feel that people understood what I was trying to say, no matter how imperfectly I said it; they care about its message and its values, even if I couldn't deliver those messages and values in the way I hoped and worked for.

Another example is The Way Down. The Way Down is one of the first Harry/Draco fics I ever wrote. I started writing it in 2007, and I was in a very difficult place at the time. It was two years after I finished college; I still wasn't doing anything with my life; I felt like a failure. I started to want to stay inside, never leave the house, never see anyone I knew, never do anything but talk to people on the internet all day long. Incidentally I felt very lonely and left out of the fandom I wanted to be a part of, which was H/D. No one was interested in my writing and I couldn't make friends in that community. I couldn't finish the fic. I got myself out of that situation, moved across the country, got a job, made new friends, and also stopped caring as much about whether my fic was popular. I was able to finish the fic because I as a person changed, and that fic reflects both parts of that journey. I don't actually think it's a good fic; some of the characterizations are too fanon for my taste; some of the scenes are a bit too silly; a lot of the deeper parts don't go deep enough. But when someone loves that fic, when it really touches someone, it's like they're loving me as I was then, loving the fact that I got myself out of it, loving a person who can struggle in that way. And that means so much to me.

Meanwhile, Away Childish Things is a perfect fic to me. It came out exactly as I wanted and said so much about both Harry and Draco that I had been wanting to say, that I felt I hadn't been seeing in fic. I knew it was good when I was writing it. Frankly, I thought people would like it, and I was right. I'm not sure that people loving it makes me feel seen and understood. It's not like ACT isn't a personal story for me--it's terribly personal! But I don't think it's saying things that make me feel bad about myself, or that I think other people or the world are struggling with. It's a sharp story that I think many people can identify with from different directions.

In terms of fics that turned out exactly as I hoped, The Eighth Tale is another such fic. It always makes the list because I had this idea for so, so long--a fic in which the war didn't go as it was "supposed" to, but instead drags on and on and on, a fic in which the canonical ending is glimpsed, but other endings are glimpsed too, a fic in which universes collide into the idea that the ending is never set, it's always the choices we make that give us our own endings. But whenever I imagined such a fic it was half a million words long, and while such a fic sounds interesting, I am so glad that @tacktigerfic would come along so many years later to write that grand epic. Meanwhile, what I had in mind was just a little paradox timey-wimey business that should take only 15-20K to get out into the world. I just didn't know how to do it. But finally, I read a fic that really inspired me with its voice (in a completely different fandom; it's Crow on the Cradle by Refur in SPN fandom if anyone is interested) and it helped me to understand I would need a very particular narrative voice to make this fic happen. Then I sat down and wrote it in about two or three sittings. It's exactly what I meant to do.

Ginny Weasley: Dragon Slayer is a similar fic in that it did exactly what I wanted to, and I wasn't sure I would get there. I think both of these fics are things I often think of as perfect because I have a habit of having rather small ideas that quickly turn huge and unwieldy. It's why BtG is a problem, imo. I love that I was able to make these fics concisely what I wanted them to be, no more, no less.

There are fics in other fandoms that are exactly what I want them to be: Sincerely Your Pal, in Captain America fandom, Say More in The Untamed (CQL) fandom. The End Resting Only on Air is the perfect end to my series of fics in The Walking Dead fandom. I still think Or Even Rearrange You has the best Tony Stark voice I've read, and that's cool because I wrote it. The Chuck Writes Story for SPN fandom is one of the cleverest and most incisive things I've written, because it's about SPN fandom more than SPN--and I happened to write it before SPN even had the mythos that it does now. But in terms of fics that make me feel seen/understood and I'm perfectly happy with how they are written, Responsible Science in MCU is always my answer to which fic I've written is my favorite fic for a reason (although it's actually a series). That Lesson Alone in Schitt's Creek fandom is probably one of the most personal things I have ever written, and I wouldn't change a word of it.

But in H/D fandom, if you want a fic of mine that I'm happy with, that came out exactly as I envisioned, and makes me feel seen and understood, only one fits the bill: The Pure and Simple Truth. I actually don't think the writing is perfect--I would tighten it up a little, maybe. But it's exactly what I wanted to write, and it was so fun to write; I still think it's fun to read. But on top of that, this fic is also trying to say something about morality that I think is really fundamental to who I am. It's trying to say things about friendship and forgiveness that I believe with my whole soul. It's trying to say things about conversation, what that means for people, what that can build, what community is and what it isn't. I've gotten a few comments over the years from people saying they didn't really understand it. I've also gotten a lot of comments yelling at me about it because there isn't a kiss at the end. I've also seen people saying that the fic is suggesting that Neville's a bad person because he struggles to forgive folks who tortured him, which is the exact opposite of what the fic is about.

But when people do get this fic, when they comment or message me to tell me what it means to them to see folks who have hurt each other, some of whom have been actual torturers and part of hate groups, come together and grow from that, discuss that, and learn to love in spite all of that...wow, that makes me feel like the things I care about aren't just mine; other people feel that way, which is a wonderful feeling.

[mikobeautifulheart]

drunk megumi kissing you like there's no tomorrow. (no smut please!!!)

so like, everyone here is aged up to 18+. yuji and nobara wanted to see how megumi reacts when he gets drunk. they purposefully mix alcohol to one of his cold drink. he drinks it, goes to my dorm and then.... yeah..... it is up to you now.

ummm, maybeee you could make him pin me to the wall or my bed UGH!! JUST MAKE IT HOT!! A HOT MAKE-OUT SESSION!!!!

and ofc, write this only if you're comfortable enough.

thank you in advanceeeee!! <3333333333

Ask and you shall receive. Also its mostly unedited but I wanted to get this done for you ASAP. Hope its what you had in mind-ish? There is no smut and I tried to get it as hot as possible in my mind rn. Hope you enjoy!

BTW ur my first request so...congrats?

DrunkMegumi! And his over due confession.

Word count: 1398

TW: I guess you technically drugged Megumi?

Is he really dead on the inside? (Drunk Megumi confession)

Yes all characters are aged up to 20 and there is not a hint of smut. Just uh…Hotness.

Being a sorcerer is many things. It's a sacrifice of giving up on desires like love. And it's also years and years and yearssss of built up stress. 

Everyone gets stressed right? Between Yuji and Nobora, Megumi only has two moods. Kill and annoyance. 

Knowing that there had to be more to their reserved friend they both tried to come up with a plan on their assigned mission together. Anything that would bring out this ‘Hidden side’ of Megumi.

“What if we put him on a really fast roller coaster” Yuji said

“What are you, 15? No one goes to those amusement parks any more moron.” Nobora said her eyes twitching from all the ideas they have come up with. Nothing on their list would seem to work on Megumi. He was to ‘Dead on the inside’

“Wait. we’re not 15 any more” Yuji said his eyes brightening with an idea

“Yeah, so spit it out.” Nobora said on the verge of punching Yuji square in the face.

“Megumi's 20th birthday is next week…”

Nobora stops walking, sensing that Yuji might actually be onto something.

“What if we…mess up his drink, ya know, maybe hand him the wrong cup”

“YOU IDIOT, YOU'RE RIGHT” Nobora yelled slamming her fist into her palm. Of course whether this was the ‘right thing to do’ was completely thrown out the window, when you were as desperate as them nothing mattered anymore.

Buzzz

Your phone rang in your pocket.

“It's Yuji. You said looking at the contact name then at Megumi.”

He sighed in annoyance but you knew he really meant that you should pick up. So with a swift hair flick to the side you put the phone to your ear. 

“Yuji, are you okay? Is Nobora alright?” You asked

“Y/N you gotta help us. It's about Megumi's birthday, we have a plan but we need you to do it because there's no way Megumi is going to trust us.”

Alarm bells are going off in your head because whatever those two have come up with can't be good, especially when Megumi is the target. You turn away from Megumi before responding.

“Look you two I don't know what you planned but it can’t be good. ”

“No, no wait” Yuji said, interrupting you.

“Don’t you wanna see Fushiguro tipsy?”

You paused. You've never seen Megumi drink, let alone anywhere near drunk.

“How do you suggest we do that?” you asked.

“Happy birthday to Megumiiiiiiiii, happy birthday to youuuuu”

“Alright cut it out already” He maybe 20 but he still acts like the 15 year old Megumi.

You start serving the cake while Yuji is silently escaping to the kitchen with the big bowl of punch he made with a secret ingredient and Nobora hands over some gifts to Megumi while he doesn't suspect a thing. 

You don't know why but your heart is racing. Maybe because you're nervous to see Megumi drunk, or that he would catch on before the plan was even in action. Or maybe the fact he was staring at you the whole time.

Probably that last one.

Its no secret you and Megumi got close over the years but it seemed like you were close enough to go to the next level he would pull away and you guys would go back to square one. Well after years of this happening you eventually learned that you’d never be more than friends. So that's how it stayed. But on those rare occasions that Megumi would make you feel nervous, he would really make you feel butterflies.

Yuji comes back into the room with the bowl of ‘punch’ handing out cups to everyone. When he gave one to Megumi, he could see Megumi's hesitation.

“What's the matter, Fushiguro? You don't like it? That's sad because Y/N made it for your birthday especially.”

You whipped your head around. Now you understood why Nobora and Yuji needed you to execute the plan.

“There's nothing weird in there if you were concerned, go on tell him Y/N” Nobora said, giving you the ‘go along with it’ look.

“Yeah…Its just tropical fruit juice and sprite ‘n whatever you mumbled the last bit not even knowing what the punch really was”

Megumi looked at you and the cup.

“No it’s just-I thought I had a bug in mine” he said before downing the whole cup.

That's how it was most of the night. He just kept drinking and drinking without a change.

“Maybe he has a high alcohol tolerance?” Yuji texed Nobora, clearly losing his excitement.

“Maybe you didn't put enough alcohol in” she was clearly annoyed that Megumi seemed to have no reaction so while Megumi left for whatever he left for, she snuck a whole nother bottle of alcohol in.

“Guys don’t you think this is going too far?” You asked, getting tired as it reached 10:00. You had missions in the morning you didn't want to keep being tired.

“Maybe your right” Yuji sighed

“This might all be a wasted effort”

“Where is Megumi anyways?” Nobora asked. You guys haven't heard from him in the past 10 minutes.

So you all snuck into Megumi's room to see him passed out on the floor.

“There's the reaction you were looking for” You said

Disappointed, Yuji and Nobora Help you put him on his bed and head to his door. 

“Good night guys” you said

“Aren't you coming?”

“I’ll do a quick clean up and then leave” You said with a yawn evident in your voice. 

“God I dont get why Megumi didn’t wife you up at all” Nobora sighed before walking out the door after Yuji shutting the door behind her.

“I thought about it, '' Megumi said, suddenly appearing behind you making you jump, not expecting his presence.

“Megumi?!”

His words were slightly slurred and his footsteps were slow. He was drunk.

“Uh umm I was going to do a quick clean up then leave but I can leave now if you want-” You said not knowing what Megumi was on about.

Suddenly you felt strong hands push you onto the door.

“Megumi?” you said, your face heating up.

“Megumi, you're drunk…you're not thinking straight right now, just go to sleep and drink water in the morning.”

“Do you care about me?”

You paused. Yes you wanted to say. For years since school and still now.

“Why would you ask that?” you asked turning your head to the side to avoid his gaze.

“You never dated another guy in the time ive known you…I…I took your life from you because I wanted you.” he mumbled. He sounded sorry like he really robbed you of your life, but honestly it was the opposite.

“Your right, i didn't date another guy because i did care about you, I still do and-”

Before you even finished you felt something soft on your exposed neck.

“MEGUMI?!” you squealed in sheer shock and surprise.

“‘M sorry, I was scared I would lose you if I became too attached , ya know? But 'm older now and i can’t keep living like this.” he said in between breaths

“‘N I just…I can’t”

He pulled away just to lift you off the ground bridal style to his room. He walked in and placed you on the bed and collapsing right next to you arm slung around your waist.

“Look Megumi, I said you were drunk okay? You just need to sleep” you got ip to leave before his hand caught your arm and pulled you back down.

“I'm sorry” he mumbled before holding the back of your head and giving you the most alcoholic kiss ever. Even if you tried you knew you couldn't pull away. You felt hot tears on your cheek. The guilt he felt for not doing this sooner, for making you wait, for making himself wait. His lips pulled away and trailed down your neck and shoulders. He pulled you closer. 

“Best birthday present ever” He said before going back to your lips.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

BONUS: “Man, I really wanted to see him confess or somethin’” Yuji said while walking back to his dorm with Nobora.

“Yeah I guess that guy really is dead on the inside '' she sighed disappointed.

AUTHORS NOTE: It's 1:30 rn but I really wanted to write this so its mostly un-edited. Sorry. AND REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED as per usual. :) Gn everyoneee.

[queer-n-here]

u already kno wassup !!!!

eldritch abomination reader who has come to originally destroy the world, but was enchanted by their 'one', ( aka sigma, atsushi, and mushitaro or someone of ur choice ) and instead devotes their entire time stalking and invading their lovers mind, pulling them into the readers all devouring aura.

( ur honor they are madly in love ) they dont quite have a proper form but has slowly been constructing one bc their lovers coworkers/friends don't believe they exist "you always go out on dates with this mysterious person and you always rant and rave about them, but not once have we seen them. are you just making them up or something?"

so eventually reader finally constructs the perfect form and comes to their workplace to get them for their date ( that involves tentacles, mind fucks, and breeding ) . Reader basically envokes primal fear in everyone and will kill anyone who hurts what is theirs ♡. major weird ask but it is a random and specific Need i have

~ 🕸

Long time no see 🕸️ bro! Btw, thank you, this just made my writer's block evaporate.

Is it weird that I totally loved every single part of this?

Also, I had no fucking idea what an eldritch abomination is, so I did some research bout them!

This ended up becoming 100% fluff, hope you like it!

Contents: Eldritch abomination reader who sees Atsushi and goes heart eyes

Warnings: Fluff, powerful reader, mind manipulation, shit ton of stuff that doesn't fully make sense but whatever, it's Atsushi even if I haven't mentioned his name (because I felt like the Eldritch would be like 'that's too simple a name for me to address my love with')

EDIT: Soooo, I may have confused myself on what an Eldritch horror is 😅 I kind of imagine smth like Dormamu from Dr. Strange tbh hehehe

You had arrived at that small universe to satisfy your thirst of destruction, to watch it crumble under your power as faces of fear and misery looked up at you, their lives at your mercy. And yet, you found yourself thinking of that vision less and less.

It was not going as you had expected.

Nowadays, you were focused more on that boy that you had started watching. His house was located quite close to the woods you had chosen as your home.

You were everywhere, and always watching everything, but you needed a headquarters of sorts to concentrate your power for it to be more effective, and that was why you had chosen the woods.

You had expected him to be the first of your victims, yet now you found yourself growing less and less fond of that idea. He was not meant to be killed. He was meant to be taken care of.

Not only was he so incredibly small and three-dimensional (like most of these 'humans') he was also wonderfully precious, like a small-sized treasure that slowly began meaning everything to you.

So after months of watching him, you finally gave into your desire of meeting him in person. You changed your form to the one with the simplest dimensions, not wanting to make him lose his mind the way you did others.

He had stepped out of his house to gather firewood, that little thing. When he saw you, he dropped it all, stumbling backwards and attempting to run.

You were not pleased.

You guided the trees of the forest to block his way, and when he had no way left to escape, you spoke to him in the language he would comprehend.

"Do not be afraid." You said, your voice low and guttural. "I do not stand before you with intentions to harm."

He had fallen to the floor in his attempt to scramble away from you, and now he looked up at you with fear in his eyes.

It was not an expression you wanted to see on him.

So you eased into his mind, calming his small brain with the likeness of a sedative. His breath grew steadier, and his eyes returned to their normal size. His instincts were clouded now, and he could not help but be drawn to you, standing up and stepping closer.

"Closer," You told him, and he obeyed. He did not need your words, you could control him fully if you wanted.

But some part of you was reluctant to do it. You wanted him to... Like you? Perhaps, you yourself were not entirely sure yet.

You moved closer, wrapping your form around him, encasing him into yourself, away from the rest of his world, where he would be the safest.

You let him be curious, freeing the part of his mind that you knew would ask questions... You wanted him to know you.

"What are you?" He asked, his eyes wide again as he turned to look at all of you.

"I have many names," You said. "But you will be able to use none of them; they are too powerful."

His wide eyes reflected the kaleidoscope of colours of your form, and you felt his brain grow appreciative of your form.

Pride. It was an emotion beneath you, and yet you could not help the swelling of colours in your form when you saw that he liked it.

"Then... What should I call you?" He asked, looking as though he was still unsure who he was talking to.

"Anything," You presented before him a makeshift form. It was a mirror image of his own, something he could look at while talking and not feel awkward.

He gasped. His fear had long since been subdued by your charm, and he did not hesitate to reach forward and his doppelgänger's shoulder.

"Wow," He whispered, and your colours became brighter again.

Later, when returned back to his house, his senses finally returned to him, and he realised the danger he was stepping into.

And yet, could he resist the urge to go back to you? Not when you had so easily planted it in his head. Hence, after resisting for a whole day, he returned to you the very next.

You let him look for you in the forest, hiding in a dimension his eyes could not perceive. You let him run around, growing more and more desperate when you wouldn't show yourself, calling out to you, but unsure of how to do so since you hadn't told him what to call you.

When he collapsed, tired, on the bank of a small lake in the woods, tears dripping from his eyes as he sobbed, you decided that your game had lasted long enough.

And so you showed yourself, making it look as if you had emerged from the lake itself. He looked up with a gasp, eyes wide and wet as an ecstatic expression broke through his face. His arms rose, reaching for your form.

You let him touch you; today you had taken a four dimensional form, and it was way easier for him to get wrapped up between your colours.

"I thought... I thought you l-left," He said, sniffing.

"I would never," Was all you said, and yet his face lit up. It was not your doing, you had already relaxed your control of his mind when he had entered the forest.

Weeks passed, and his human mind slowly developed romantic feelings for you. You perceived them, and yet never expressed it. He would be the one to tell you, and on his own accord.

You waited, but not for long. Soon, he brought you flowers, handing them to you as his cheeks flushed, looking away and shivering slightly. You wrapped around him; humans got cold painfully easily.

He froze in your embrace, he had learnt some of your ways to show affection. His blush spread gradually, and his muttered confession felt like something with even more power than you.

Joy. Yet another emotion beneath you, but when it came to him, you were reduced to a mere human teenager. You cared not of status or immortality anymore. Destruction of his world? You had long since abandoned that plan. This was his home, and you'd protect it with your life.

You would protect him with your life.

A month passed, and he visited you everyday, bringing with him small presents of the like you knew humans appreciated. You took them all, preserving them with your power so they would never spoil and hide them away in the most complex dimension you could find.

And every time he visited, you gave him the thing you thought was best: a little bit of your own immortality. He did not know yet; you did it without his knowledge. But you did not think he would mind if he found out.

Now he sat on a tree branch as you watched him, leaning against the trunk for balance. You had lifted him up there, and he was speaking of the view. You could not help but move upwards, closer to him.

He watched you, a smile on his face as you changed forms again.

Being three-dimensional was difficult for you. Not only did it weaken your power incredibly, it also could not store your abilities. The closest you could reach was four-dimensional, and that itself took its toll on you.

And yet you were always four-dimensional with him, knowing that this was how he could see and touch you best.

You sat on the branch next to him, wrapping around his small frame.

There was a comfortable silence, and you slowly lulled his brain, sending him to sleep.

You loved it when he was defenseless, when all his safety was you, when the only one that he trusted was you, and not his human friends.

It was another one of those days where you were watching him as he went about his day, keeping him safe from any danger that might come his way.

He was talking with his friends, and they appeared to be teasing him.

"Come on, you've never even shown us a picture..." One of them said, sitting so close to your human that you had the urge to crush her insides. "Or even told us their name!"

He flushed slightly, not knowing how to respond. "W-well, their name is... Very complex."

"A nickname, then," Another said, wrapped in bandages and leaning back casually against the couch. "Or what? You just call them 'honey bun sweety pie'?

They laughed, and you bristled. Your human was getting flustered, and no one but you was allowed to see that expression on his face.

You took shape immediately, condensing your power so much you felt its strain. To make it three-dimensional was like trying to contain the ocean in a glass jar, and yet you attempted your fullest, anger fueling your movements.

You appeared on the doorstep of the building, your speed phenomenal as you climbed its small staircase and appeared at the door of the room your human and his friends sat in.

You pushed open the door, and stepped in. They all looked up, and his eyes widened.

Your power needed your three-dimensional vessel to be big, and you were as tall as 6'8", your shoulders wide and arms thick with what looked like muscle but was actually energy. Your hair was a light brown, and covering your body was what seemed to their eyes a suit.

He recognised you immediately; one glance at your multi-coloured eyes and he knew. This was you, the one he loved.

You walked up to him, throwing him a well-practiced wink as you greeted him the way you had seen lovers greet each other, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.

"I came to pick you up," You said to him, your voice low as you ignored everyone else in the room. "Your work has almost ended now, right?"

A long-haired man lowered his glasses to look at you. "And who are you?"

You could not help but grow irritated, and you triggered fear in the minds of everyone in the room but the one who was yours.

"He's..." Your human seemed breathless. "He's my b-boyfriend."

One of the humans, the insignificant ones, whistled as he stood up. He was scared, you had made sure of it, but was putting up a front.

"Damn, Atsushi," He said, taking in your carefully constructed human form. "He's biiiig."

Your human blushed, his cheeks reddening in that way you did not want them to see.

"I don't see why you didn't show us his picture before," A female said, her house quivering slightly. "He's not bad looking at all. Not that I thought you were, just so you know."

You looked at her, sending her your appreciation for praising you in front of your human by tickling the part of her brain responsible for pleasure.

She squirmed in her seat, her eyes slightly wide.

You turned back to what was yours, holding out your hand. "Shall we head home?"

His blush spread; he still hadn't managed to take his eyes off you. "O-okay..."

He let you take him away, his cold hand clasped in yours. You put on a burst of speed, and the two of you were back in your forest.

The moment you two were alone, he took your face in his hands, his eyes shining.

"You look..." He could not go on, but you knew what he meant.

Another burst of pride. He made you feel things you had never thought significant before.

You leaned down and kissed him, pressing his plump red lips against yours and, unknown to him, transferring more immortality to him.

He responded in the affirmative, letting you wrap your arms around his waist and bring him closer.

You opened up dimensionally, creating a fourteen-dimensional barrier around you two, freeing your power and protecting him at the same time. A part of you still remained three-dimensional before him, embracing him and kissing his lips.

When you pulled away, his eyes were slightly moist.

"I love you," He whispered, and you smiled.

Your love was such that it could not be put into words he would comprehend, and yet you did not want him to think that you did not reciprocate his feelings.

"I love you, too," You put energy into the phrase, making sure he felt the intensity of your feelings.

[infinityroom]

Seconding the thank you!! I hope everything goes well with your projects!

What was the plan for the second Grian?

Were there any characters you had planned to introduce that didn't appear yet?

Were the endermites ultimately good or bad or neither?

Is there an explanation of how the room worked or what it was or how it got there or was there anyone behind it intentionally etc?

Was there an ending planned and what was it?

I love this story, and the format is so cool, secrets hidden in transparent images and galactic to be translated, and I love your art style!! Even though it won't continue, I'm so glad I found this!!

I hope all goes well too! Thank you for following the story! I'm gonna try to make as much sense as possible, but i might end up rabling, I had many things planned. -Elytra Grian was the character you were influencing the most because he was alone with only you to interact with at the beginning. There was a pattern with the Grian's, since he always was the one to make the room there were always a few more of him running around (the reason why I compared him to fireflies in that post I once made comparing all the characters to mobs, there's many of him but you wouldn't see them in the bright light of the room). If he was alone his main goal would always be "find help and get out", if he was with someone his main goal would always be "I need to fix this, I need to get my friends out of here". You can see that way of thinking in our "main" Grian. But Elytra Grian, thanks to the interactions with the asks and then Tango, was gonna behave a lot more like a cornered animal at that point, he wouldn't trust help from anyone, he would only attempt to follow the endermite because it promised an exit.

In my endless attempt to make this a multimedia experience the next main interaction with Elytra Grian would have been a small game. (Let me take the chance to thank my beloved @redstone-sun for Grian's sprite, they are amazing and I love them dearly and I'm so sad you all weren't able to play with their beautiful sprite)

With the game format you would have been fully in Grian's pov instead of interacting with him, being able to fully understand the endermite. Grian would answer the asks questions and speak with the endermite, Cassiopea. (All the endermites are named btw, Tango named each one. The plot relevant ones are Missy, the ear one. Yellow, the one Mumbo has. and Cassiopea.) The game would have had a fixed ending because I was planning on recording gameplay of it for people who wouldn't be able to play it for any reason and I didn't want people to miss out on the main story, but there would have been extra hidden bits for people who could play. Stories Cassiopea could share about previous events in the room and interaction with another Grian, one that had been stuck in the room for so long he'd been left mostly invisible and not really remembering anything anymore (a firefly that you can't see in the light).

The game would have ended with Elytra Grian entering his "egg arc" I like to call it. But I got explain the endermites for that.

-The Endermites are not malicious, but they are creatures born inside the room and become parasites to it to survive. When someone got bit by the endermite they entered their "egg arc" They could either become a parasite to the room or the endermite's meal they would steal from the room. The main requirement I had for that was, whether or not they listened to what the endermite said. Mumbo didn't listen, he shoved his endermite into a chest and pretended it didn't exist. Cassiopea would refer to him as "an egg that refused to hatch" (The reason why one of the old drawings of him had a cracked circle around him, it's his busted egg) . Tango did more than listen, he clung to the endermites with such desperation he became endermite number one. The various sets of powers Tango has are a mix of effects from being an endermite and being in the room for so long, turning invisible is something the room does, and being an endermite lets him control it and not disappear completely. Otherwise, he would just disappear at some point.

-I was never planning on fully explaining the room, but there was no one behind it. It was just an empty, hungry, space somewhere. Creating it left an echo of you behind, It slowly made the echo disappear, starting from the items, that's why having more items was good, there was more before it got to you. There were various effects to being digested by the room, again the most noticeable one would have been Grian since there were many of him, his disappearance would always begin with him being less scared, one of the last things that remain to him is always positive feelings. (The invisible Grian that Elytra Grian could meet in the game would be announced by Grian's actual laughter, I had a clip of it for that reason) Impulse meanwhile, in this story he was part wither! So the room digesting him was slowly taking away the human parts of him, leaving more and more wither. The two heads you guys could see were his wither heads starting to show up. They were gonna be two characters on their own almost, one interested in impulses' own survival, the other interested in actually harming anyone in sight.

-You would have meet the Iskalls soon, aka the meeting fanatics.

There used to be more iskalls, 2 more actually, created by iskall filming his fake meeting in Sahara. I decided to explain that as him entering the room multiple times to record the various bits. Unfortunately they died by False's hands at some point. Along them a Grian and Mumbo also died, by Tango's hand instead, making the remaining Iskalls decide to hide away inside the "walls". The walls were just a separate room they created with all the resources they had, they were just about to build the main building of sahara so they entered the room with full inventories, lots shulkers of bone blocks and many other things among them a few maps of the room to disguise the exterior of it. The room ended up being a meeting room, because "as long as they don't leave the meeting they are safe". They obviously do not like neither False or Tango, but while False actively would hunt them down, Tango doesn't want to bother them. He's already hurt them enough.

There was supposed to be an event before meeting them when reaching the walls. Grian and Mumbo would find "the cemetery" they made left for the other iskalls, Grian and Mumbo. Said cemetery would simply be 2 pickaxes, a sword and a trident left in the ground. The trident being named "Fork of Friendship" would let Grian know that there was another Mumbo at some point. Mumbo wouldn't realize, because he ended up in the room before ever receiving the fork of friendship. The cemetery would then be part of the banner for the blog, just for the extra pain.

-You already kinda met False, but you were gonna see the full mess she is. Absolutely feral, traumatized creature she is.

She had the misfortune of meeting Tango at a really bad time. She ended up almost being completely eaten by the endermites on the spot. The effects of the room plus what happened convinced her that her only way out was to win the war, because that's what it is, is it not? just part of that war? everything will be fine just as long as she wins! Tango feels bad for what he did to her. They are complicated.

She was going to completely break down at the sight of impulse and cling to him for dear life. He would be the only one she recognized as an ally for the first time in years. - For the ending, I'm not sure. I needed to see where you guys would take them. But I would have done my best to get some peace for the characters. They all deserved somewhere soft to land.

[silenzahra]

Okay, my friend. Since you said it would be okay to send you more asks, here I am!😁

I'd like to know your answers to 5 and 15.

And... this one may be a bit too much to ask and it's totally okay if you say no (with your 23 WIPs I can't blame ya for preferring to just focus on them instead lol), but in case you'd like to treat this as a fun quick challenge, can I add 1 and ask for Mario's POV for part of your fic An electrical aura?🥺🙏 Like, the beginning when he and Luigi are separated, before he gets knocked out.

No problem if you choose to only answer the first two. And let me add another reminder that it's always okay to take as much time as you need, and it's especially understandable if you take a bit longer in case you accept that last request as well❤️

Based on this fanfic ask game ✨

Yayyyy I'm so glad that you sent a second ask for this game, my beloved @megamagimugi! 😄💖

First of all, I'm sorry that this ask has been sitting in my drafts for about three weeks, but since you made such a special request, I thought it'd be worth it to take my time to respond to it 🤭 But first, lemme answer your questions!

5. What's something you learned while researching a fic?

A person can take less than an hour to be frozen to death when conditions are dangerous enough. You can easily guess what fic I was researching... and also that I obviously didn't apply this to it or else I'm afraid poor Mario would be an only child 😅

(Even though I didn't add any of this to the fic itself, I simply thought it'd make sense that things worked differently since Pi'illo Island is a fictional place that exists supposedly in another universe. So some things can work like they do on Earth while others don't.)

15. Does anyone you know in real life know you write fanfiction?

Only a couple of my friends, and in all honesty... it's not a subject I talk about with them that much 😅 As for my family, they have no idea, and I'd prefer it to stay this way lol (they already think I'm weird enough 💀).

1 - Write a scene from An electrical aura in Mario's POV.

Okay, Mugi. THIS is what has taken me longer. Not only because I've been busy, but also because I wanted to do this fic and our dear Mario justice, and write his perspective in a way that would be interesting.

And, taking into account what day is today (at least at our end hehe), I thought this would be the perfect chance to celebrate Mar10 Day and also...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAR MUGI 🎂🎉🎊🥳🎁

I sincerely hope you'll enjoy this story! Thank you so much for sending this question, my beloved lost twin, as I've had SO MUCH FUN writing this 🤩❤️

@bberetd (if/when you can/want, my beloved bestie 🫂💖), @vulpixfairy1985 @pepperycar @smokszyvverstar @dragon-fly34 @luigixfanxayjay @eleventhhourfactor Tagging you in case you'd like to read this new perspective I wrote for one of my fics! 💖 (The original, full fic is right here, btw).

⚡ An electrical aura (Mario) ❤️

Mario doesn't like being separated from his brother.

It was hard enough having to watch that mechanical arm taking away the barrel Luigi had gotten into to try to help him unblock the door that would open up a new access for them in the mysterious Woohoo Hooniversity. Mario swallows hard as he remembers how his heart threatened to leap out of his body when his twin was snatched from his side and how his soul shrank at the shriek of alarm that Luigi emitted from inside the barrel.

This time, however, at least Mario has the comfort and relief of knowing that his little brother has freedom of movement, even if it has to be inside a building that has forced them to be separated.

The moment they came across that first barred door, Mario immediately understood, his heart heavy in his chest, that he was going to have to stay on this side while his sibling crossed it without him being able to follow. With his eyes shining with consternation at their imminent separation, Mario turned to Luigi. Coming face to face with his brother's glance, filled with the same feeling, Mario hastened to put on one of his many masks and composed a reassuring smile, berating himself for having shown, even if only for a second, discouragement in front of his twin.

It's not that he doesn't trust him. Of course he trusts Luigi's abilities. His younger sibling is agile, fast, intelligent and much braver than he himself believes. Mario has no doubt that he’ll be able to overcome any challenge, with or without his help.

He simply hates the idea of losing sight of Luigi for more than a few minutes, especially when they are in a hostile environment.

Sighing, the plumber puts a hand to his chest, which feels warm, serene and at peace at having recalled his brother in his mind. Luigi always has this effect on him, and at times like this, when everything around him is ice, Mario appreciates it more than ever.

Joke’s End really is a graveyard, inhospitable, cold and inhabited only by vermin. And by that strange blue girl who carries a scepter, although they haven't had much chance to interact with her. In all the time they’ve been traveling through the Beanbean Kingdom, neither of the brothers had heard of that girl who apparently lives alone in the most deserted and unpleasant place in the country. Why would she choose a place like this when the nation has beautiful, captivating areas like, for example, Chucklehuck Woods, Little Fungitown or Gwarhar Lagoon? Mario can't make sense of it. What he most wants right now is to leave this place, his hand holding his twin’s tightly, and never return.

But, at the moment, Mario remembers as he hugs himself, they have a mission to accomplish. He can’t worry about how tremendously alone he feels right now. Even though the sensation of loneliness is greater and more overwhelming than on all the previous occasions he’s experienced it in his life.

He just hopes he's nearing the end. He’s followed every rule and met every challenge as he came across them. He hasn’t tried to stray from the path that the place itself was indicating to him, despite having been tempted to try quite often. Also, after so long, he has once again fought his enemies alone, which felt strangely... alien. He doesn’t understand, as he’s used to doing so given the numerous adventures he’s undertaken alone.

But of course, this time, everything is different.

This time, since they arrived in the Beanbean Kingdom, Luigi has been by his side. They’ve battled together, joining their strengths, performing their combined attacks and watching each other's backs. More than once, Luigi has saved his life, and it’s thanks to him that he’s still breathing... and that he’s still human. If it weren't for his sibling, Mario might have already turned into a bean because of that mushroom he won in one of Little Fungitown’s games.

So, for him, having to fight alone again after having gotten used to always having his little brother with him...

Mario didn't like doing it. He didn't feel like himself. He didn't feel as... strong.

He longs to be reunited with Luigi more than ever. His twin gives him the strength he didn't know he needed. Together, they form an insuperable team. They are unstoppable. They are unbeatable.

Besides, he's had enough of seeing Luigi through a barred door or sensing his presence on the other side of a thick wall of ice and not being able to do anything to be reunited with him again. All those times when only iron separated them, Mario had to be content with placing his hands on those of Luigi, who clung tightly to the bars and gave him puppy eyes while pouting, breaking his heart and forcing him to make a harder effort to keep a serene smile on his lips.

“Soon we’ll be together, Lu,” he assured him, imbuing his voice with all the calm he was capable of and all the affection he felt for him. “We'll soon find a way, you'll see.”

His only intention was to soothe his sibling, as he cannot bear to see sadness and despair taking over those blue eyes that are a reflection of his own. Even so, of course, Mario firmly believes in the words he’s spoken to him every time they’ve crossed paths and hopes that their efforts will not be in vain and that they won’t take too long to find each other again.

Mario has always admired Luigi. His strength, his courage, his intelligence, the way he overcomes his fears despite his anxiety and his many insecurities. His younger twin is so much more capable than he himself realizes, and Mario only wishes that he could finally see it and be able to love himself as he deserves.

His reaction to his older brother's encouraging words, the way he pursed his lips to form a weak but genuine smile, how he swallowed before nodding, fully trusting him and ready to move forward... All this only causes the fervent admiration that Mario feels for Luigi to skyrocket, strong and intense like the most powerful and devastating wave. Bright and radiant like the sun that bathes the moon with its light and makes it sparkle and stand out in the sky.

Steadfast, resplendent and imperishable, like his love for his sibling.

This is what drives Mario forward: the longing to be reunited with his adored little brother, to hold him in his arms again, to feel his warmth enveloping him once more. The desire to keep the promise he’s made to him and to end this adventure as they began it: together.

On his journey along the only possible path, Mario has reached a small, narrow room in which, in front of him, there’s but a barred door and, on the other side of it, a wall of ice. All he finds in it is a block, the umpteenth one, he supposes, as he’s not keeping count, although in the room before that one he’s just hit another one exactly the same. A little fed up with this strange game, Mario jumps out with his arm outstretched and his fist hits the new block.

He doesn't see anything happening around him, but he does hear a noise coming from the other side of the ice wall on his left. He assumes that Luigi must be there. He’s seen him just a few minutes ago, crossing parallel walkways that converged at two different doors. So close and yet so far away at the same time... Mario’s been very tempted to cover the distance between them with a jump, but he restrained himself, assuming that if Joke’s End insisted that they continue to work separately, it must be for a greater cause.

After all, the brothers are still working together even though they aren’t physically present next to each other. Like a team. So Mario has no choice but to be content, at least for now, with having verified first-hand that his twin is fine.

With nothing more to do in this room, Mario, also for the umpteenth time since they arrived at this place, retraces his steps. He quickly crosses the room where only the block he activated before remains and turns left. This room is larger, with iron fences that he assumes serve as a decorative element, since they don’t act as a separation between two elements, and a large step that he must climb to reach the area where there are, arranged on either side, pairs of ice stairways leading to the upper part of the room.

The problem is that there are monsters everywhere.

Earlier, in order to access the rooms with the blocks he’s just hit, Mario limited himself to dodging them and stealthily passing by their side. He’s not proud of this, but over the years he’s learned to work out when he has a chance of success in battle and when, for reasons such as being outnumbered or having been previously injured, it’s better to avoid the enemies. When he came across that room filled to the brim with vermin and remembered that he didn't have Luigi by his side to carry out their combo attacks, Mario thought that the most sensible thing to do, what his younger sibling would do in such a situation, was to keep away from them.

Of course, he doesn't intend to leave it at that. As soon as he’s rejoined Luigi, they’ll return.

And then the monsters will suffer the wrath of the Mario Brothers.

But, for now, in order to return to Luigi, he’d better be cautious again. As much as he wants to finish them all off, which would undoubtedly help him release some of the tension that has taken hold of his soul since he separated from his twin, he must restrain himself. The time will come to fight these monsters as he wishes to do.

Right now, his main goal is to finish his mission and hold Luigi in his arms as soon as possible.

So Mario passes slowly by the iron bars, dodging a Glurp moving at full speed along the floor. He can’t help the memory that comes to mind of the pain and discomfort he felt when he was poisoned by one of its toxic clouds, which was followed by a feeling of immense gratitude for his little brother's eagerness to carry extra Refreshing Herbs in their luggage. He felt especially relieved to have them when Luigi was the one to be affected by the monster's attacks.

On climbing the first step, Mario doubles his stealth when he spots an Ice Snifit wandering around this area of the room. Instinctively, he massages his left arm, as he clearly recalls the freezing sensation that spread through it when one of them, shortly after arriving at Joke’s End, hit him squarely with those spiky chunks of ice that they expel from their mouths. He’s extremely grateful to have acquired the Firebrand on that little island in the middle of Oho Ocean, although not so much for himself as for Luigi. His poor little sibling has suffered the effects of frostbite on too many occasions.

Mario, of course, made sure that each and every one of the culprits paid for hurting his twin.

He tiptoes. He knows he can do it. He knows he can dodge the Ice Snifit just like he did with the Glurp. He just has to move very slowly behind it to reach the steps on the right-hand side of the room, which will lead him quickly to the exit. Bit by bit, Mario moves forward, sure that he will succeed, his eyes fixed on the monster, ready to run away if necessary. He’s so close now, he’s almost there...

Suddenly, his foot hits a piece of ice protruding from the floor. Mario screams and falls, his knee colliding against the icy ground, scratching fabric and flesh and making him wince. At the same time, his neck hits the edge of the step he intended to climb, which makes him realize that he’s actually come nearer than he thought and was so close to succeeding.

Mario groans and massages his neck while he tries to lift his leg so as to keep it away from the floor. He clings to the step in an attempt to get up, as he’s sure he’s going to have to run despite his hurt knee. At this point, he has no doubt all monsters in the room must have turned to him.

He won’t let it stop him.

With an enormous effort, Mario manages to get back on his feet, but he can’t put any weight on his injured leg. As he suspected, when he looks around, he realizes that the attention of the Glurp and the Ice Snifit is focused on him, and he’s sure that the rest of the vermin that he hasn’t seen yet must also be staring at him.

Whether he likes it or not, he has to flee. He can’t fight with a wounded knee.

Immediately, the plumber turns towards the step he had just reached, determined to climb it and escape no matter what.

He jolts as he realizes that there’s already something, or someone, on said step.

A Clumph, with its green skin that makes him think of a nurse’s uniform and its purple hair that reminds him of a bunch of grapes.

With eyes wide open, Mario takes a step back as he notices the heavy club that it carries everywhere... and that it’s lifting at full speed.

The impact against his forehead takes him so by surprise that he lets out a high-pitched scream, which is abruptly cut off when the implacable darkness takes hold of him.

Mario sees nothing. He hears nothing. He’s completely lost control over his body, which feels far away and out of reach. Does he even still have a body? He doesn't understand what’s happening to him, nor is he sure he wants to find out.

As, despite everything, despite his daze and his dulled senses, Mario experiences a soothing feeling of... placidity. Comfort. Darkness envelops his soul like a warm blanket protecting him from all the evils that could ravage his body. Why not stay here, curled up and cozy, while he rests after his arduous adventure?

Still, even though at first he tries to ignore it, Mario perceives there’s something deep in his heart, pulling at him.

It's like a thread, thin but solid, that somehow connects him to something… or maybe someone? Mario doesn't know, and at the moment he doesn't want to think about it. He feels so comfortable in the arms of darkness, with no trace of pain, discomfort or pressure...

He'll only stay a little while, he promises the thread that pulls at his heart. Just a few minutes...

Mario is unaware of how much time has passed when, to his surprise, he realizes that he’s sensing something. Something physical. Are those... an arm and a hand? Real, human ones? Does he have a body again? How else could he perceive the hand that lovingly and carefully cradles his head, and the arm, slender but strong, that envelopes and embraces him as if trying to protect him from any harm?

Then he discerns something else. Something... electric, as if he were surrounded by an electrical aura that, nevertheless, makes him feel at peace. Safe. Secure.

Somehow, Mario knows that this electricity doesn’t pose a danger to him.

In a way, there’s a hint of familiarity in both things, but the darkness is still too tempting, too alluring. Mario is about to ignore the touch and that electrical aura to return to his refuge when, suddenly, he stops perceiving them.

And he feels empty.

Something is missing. That hand, that arm... He needs them to touch him again. He needs to revel in the warmth and peace they arise in him, so different from the sensations he experiences when blackness embraces him.

He doesn't want to return to it.

He realizes at this very moment that the grip of darkness cannot provide him with everything that this human touch, in just a few seconds, has given him. Warmth? How could he have sensed warmth when the darkness is cold as ice? Nothing can compare with human warmth, the kind he felt when those arms held him tightly, protectively…

… affectionately.

Mario takes a deep breath, which suddenly reminds him that he has lungs. He has hands and feet. He has a heart that continues to beat in his chest, keeping him clinging to life. He has a body that still belongs to him and that someone, and he’s convinced that he’s right in his assumption, cradled and embraced with love just a few moments ago.

Unfortunately, with this revelation comes pain.

It hits him unexpectedly, drilling into his skull and making him squeeze his eyes, which he doesn't remember shutting. He feels like a pressure cooker is going to explode inside his head, and it’s as if his neck and knee were being torn from the inside. He tries not to move, to give himself a few seconds to get his bearings, to take slow breaths, but the pain won't go away. Mario curses himself for his weakness. How could he have been so clumsy as to let himself be defeated so easily?

At least, he thinks as he attempts to focus on the other things he can perceive, he feels something soft and fluffy under his head. He imagines it must be his hat, as he notices that his hair is not covered, and he promptly deduces who must have placed the garment there to try to provide him with some comfort in the midst of his pain.

Suddenly, his ears, which are becoming less and less deaf, catch something that makes him open his eyes a crack: thunder.

Thunder? Is a storm brewing overhead?

He’s met by the blinding glare of ice, which forces him to squeeze his eyelids tightly shut before daring to open them again. His glassy gaze gradually comes into focus, and then he spots the glints of blue and green energy dancing in front of his field of vision.

Confused, Mario opens his eyes fully, believing that perhaps the blow to the head that has robbed him of his consciousness is causing him to hallucinate. But no matter how much he blinks, squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, the electric flashes are still there.

Until, before his astonished glance, they begin to turn into powerful, sparkling lightning accompanied by... a scream.

It’s a loud, earthshaking, heart-rending scream, full of rage and fear that Mario believes that, if he tried, he could touch them with his hands. It’s so sudden and unexpected that it brings him entirely back to reality. It’s so rampant, intense and thunderous that it penetrates to the very depths of his soul and clings to it with desperation.

Bewildered, Mario tries to move. He wants to understand what’s going on, to remember exactly where he is and what he was doing, to find out if the person who’s shouting is the same one who, minutes ago, was holding him in their arms with infinite love and tenderness.

His body, however, protests. Mario lets out a soft groan as he realizes that he’s going to need help to get up. Still, he’s never been one to give up easily, so, stubbornly, he squeezes his eyelids again and begins to turn his head. He ignores the stabbing pain in his neck and the strong dizziness that overwhelms him with the movement and, obstinately, opens his eyes slowly. It takes him a couple of blinks to focus his gaze again, but as soon as he does, he forgets the pain.

Just as he suspected, there he is.

The person who was hugging him a moment ago. Who made him feel a sensation of warmth thanks to the electricity that emanated from him. Who placed his hat under his head to try to save him from some discomfort, always taking care of him, always watching over him. Who has woken him up completely with his outraging scream... and with the incredible electrical storm that springs from his outstretched hands.

Luigi.

Of course it's him.

Mario smiles as his suspicions are confirmed, but, despite the relief that floods him with the realization that his little brother is safe and sound, his attention is immediately drawn to the electricity that Luigi is unleashing. Mario lets out an exhalation of astonishment at the power of the lightning, which comes one after another without ceasing, tearing through the air, and at the ease with which his twin summons it, as if he were its absolute master, as if nature itself were prostrating itself at his feet.

The plumber is left speechless. He’s never doubted Luigi's strength and abilities, and he knew that his sibling’s Thunderhand is as powerful as his own Firebrand.

But to see for himself just how far Luigi’s magic can go, just how incredibly mighty he can be...

It's astonishing.

In a way that he finds beautiful, fascinating and even reassuring.

Mario only needs to observe the storm for a moment, to notice Luigi's tense and rigid posture for a second, to remember the shout full of anger he has just let out, in order to understand that his brother is doing all this… for him. To protect him. To make that Clumph pay for attacking him and knocking him out in one blow.

A deep and immense pride intermingles in his chest with the fierce and unwavering love he holds for his twin.

Luigi is exhausting all his energy, pushing his power to the limit... for him.

Literally.

Mario feels like he could burst into tears.

His heart beats warm and full, as if it didn’t have enough space to contain his deep, older-brother love. He senses the thread connecting him to Luigi more solid and ironclad than ever, feeding on the affection his younger sibling has for him and his eagerness to keep him safe and giving him, in return, all the adoration and devotion that Mario treasures for him and that could cause his chest to burst at any moment. He gasps, moved, and his lips form a new smile, broad, firm and satisfied.

When, seconds later, Mario watches Luigi falling to his knees while panting, he wants to run to his side, to help him, to hug him, to cradle him, to shout how proud he is of him, to praise him tirelessly because what he’s done is amazing, to thank him a thousand times for doing it all for him. His whole being is brimming with love and he believes that, even with all that, it wouldn’t be enough to express to Luigi what he’s experiencing right now, what he makes him feel.

But, since his body still refuses to move, he has to settle for swallowing before opening his lips.

“Lu?”

[lemotmo]

.......I am so very confused by these people

Q. I'm hoping I explain this correctly because I don't want to come across as rude. I very much appreciate that you take the time to provide canon examples when you are replying to people but I was curious about your response to the anon who offered you canon examples of why the story is actually about Buck and Tommy, and not Eddie. How come those canon examples were dismissed as 'made up' but your canon examples are not 'made up'?

A. I'm assuming you're speaking of the reply to the person who took my episode examples and resent them to me saying how they were actually about Tommy and not Eddie? And I said it was made up because their argument was asinine. Their argument essentially boiled down to saying that Buck really was cursed by Billy Boils and Tommy helped 'cure' him of said curse by playing along with him as proof of his unwavering support and we were supposed to take the curse thing at face value because Tim said in an interview that it was a curse and Tommy helped fix him. But that's not an accurate description of what Tim actually said. Yes he played along with the curse bit in an interview, but literally no one else did. And you can't say we're not supposed to take Tim saying Tommy is in Buck's romantic past at face value and then turn around and say but we do have to take the curse nonsense at face value.

Then they spent 4 paragraphs on how Tommy saying Eddie was competition wasn't really Tommy saying he sees Eddie as competition. They said the word competition was an accident because he was too nervous to organize his thoughts correctly so he said the first word he could think of and that was the word competition, but that's not really what he meant (even though the word competition only ever means ONE thing and literally no one uses it accidentally) therefore that means it was a miscommunication and they're actually doing the miscommunication trope for Buck and Tommy. Then they argued that Buck also didn't mean what he said except the times he said Eddie was straight. Those were honest words but everything else Buck said was Buck lying to himself because he's afraid to admit that he's in love with Tommy. So that makes it a miscommunication on both sides. And you don't understand why I dismissed that 'argument' as asinine? Then they said that basically the episode was just really badly written and because of that it was confusing in general but basically Tommy didn't mean what he said, and Buck was only telling the truth every time he said Eddie was straight but the rest of the episode he was lying because he's afraid of his feelings for Tommy and is using Eddie as a kind of shield. It makes less than zero sense, anon. Come on, what do you want me to do with an argument like that? You can't possibly expect me to entertain it as any kind of valid argument. If you have to twist the story and yourself into that much of a pretzel to try and project your narrative onto it then the story is not being told the way you're trying to insist it's being told. It's that simple. An alleged curse, an allegedly badly written episode, and now a sister with pregnancy brain and PTSD who shouldn't be allowed to give relationship advice (something so offensive and gross that I can't properly express how gross it is btw) is the hill that they're trying to argue on. Really? Nope. I'm not going to pretend nonsense like that should be taken seriously.

Thank you Nonny!

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