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[mgu-h]

Lando Review 35/? • Oct 2021 • US GP

[wintfleur]

hi roro! love your works!! they’re so good like, I come back and read them over and over😭 can you do a fic where the reader is regularly in landos streams and the fans just adore them and it’s so cutie? thank you so much! if not just ignore this omg 😂

ꔫ baby we’re on camera

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( lando loves teasing his girl on stream )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; slightly suggestive at the end ig? wc; 2.6k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( omg I’m soso sorry about how long this took for me to get out, I absolutely loved the idea I just don’t know why it took me so long to write! I also read the part where the reader is regularly in the streams wrong, but I do hope you enjoy it! And thank you so much for the kind words! 🫶🏻 also thank you to my lovely bestie @chrisevansonly for helping me come up with some of the ridiculous usernames! )

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“Where is y/n” Lando reads aloud as he leans back in his chair, the neon yellow username catching his attention in his moving chat. A smile immediately appeared on his face at the mention of his girlfriend of a few years, a few people in the chat noticing and commenting on it. When he first started streaming, he always used to get shy whenever his chat would mention you, sometimes choosing to not comment on the messages. 

Only because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by over sharing. He loved talking about you, he could talk about you for hours, but he would respect your desire for privacy. But over the years of your relationship the two of you became more open about your relationship, and you often found yourself appearing on his stream; and his chat absolutely loved all the cute moments that would happen when you do. 

“She went out with some of her girlfriends” he nodded as he softly drummed a beat on the armrests of his chair with his fingers. His mind took him back to the morning where he kissed you goodbye and watched you walk out of the apartment; you looked so pretty all dolled up to go out with your friends. Lando suddenly missed you very much the more he thought about you. 

“Actually, she should be home any minute now” he mumbled, loud enough for the microphone to pick it up. He leans forward and picks up his phone, hoping to see a text from you saying that you're on your way home, but instead he just sees his wallpaper of you posing dramatically with a golf club, no text in sight. His lips twitch up to a smile at the sight of his silly wallpaper, he loved your silly side. 

“Actually, I have no idea when she's going to be home” Lando chuckles as he sets his phone back down. He hoped that you came back soon, he had noticed it started to rain and he always got worried about you driving in the rain. You were fully capable; he was just always worrying about you. 

“Did she go out with the other wags?” Lando read out loud a chat message, he had noticed a few other messages asking the same thing. He didn't understand why a lot of his fans were so obsessed with seeing you with the other wags. He answered with a smile “No no she went out with some childhood friends that came to visit; she was really excited to see them.” 

“Guys I'm not going to call her; I don't want to interrupt her fun” Lando shakes his head with a small chuckle. Sometimes it felt like his chat was clingier than he was with you, and that's nearly impossible because he's one clingy boyfriend. Lando focuses on one of his monitors to change the music, his eyes were on his monitor, so he didn't see the chat explode with messages about you and he didn't see you open the door and peek your head in. 

You had gotten home about 10 minutes ago and usually the first thing you would do is greet your boyfriend, but this time you had to change out of your damp clothes. The rain had definitely surprised you and your friends. You quietly opened the door, your fluffy sock covered feet softly padded against the floor. Lando glanced at his chat and saw everyone saying, ‘hi y/n!’. Lando quickly turns his head, and a big smile appears on his face at the sight of you “Baby, you're back!” 

“Yeah, I got back not too long ago, had to change first” you explained to your boyfriend as you stepped closer to him, looking down at your outfit consisting of, fluffy socks, gray sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. You tried not to glance at the camera too much, you were still a little nervous about being in front of the camera, so you kept the conversation going. You hand your boyfriend who was smiling at you, the brown bakery box filled with delicious pastries “I brought you something, i just knew i had to get you some when i tried them.” 

“Thank you, baby, these look delicious” he gives you one more big smile before he takes a bite into one of the sugary donuts. He lets out a dramatic groan of satisfaction as he leans back in his chair, they were absolutely delicious. You roll your eyes and let out a small laugh, leaning slightly against his chair. You look away from the chat that was moving way too fast for you to read, and back down at lando who was absolutely devouring the pastry. “Just don’t eat all of them, i don't want jon to hate me.” 

“Who cares if he does…because I love you” Lando smiles cheekily, tilting his head up to place a kiss on your cheek. You close your eyes and let out a surprised giggle, wiping off the excess sugar that got on your cheek from his lips. Lando gives you a wink when you open your eyes and goes back to reading his chat. His heart filled with warmth at all the messages saying how cute the two of you are, and how some said they wished they had a sweet girlfriend like you; those made him want to smirk, knowing that there was no one even close to being like you. You were perfect in his eyes. 

landolotts  you guys are so cute, y/n is so lucky…

ittybittypiastri  where did she get that sweater? Link? 

dannyricscowboyhat  lando can pull??? How???

hornerishot  omg moms back! 

oconsunderatedbby  can y/n/n stay? We've missed her! <3 

quadrantstar   we've missed you y/n! 

“The chat wants you to stay, so do i” Lando looked up at you with a smile on his lips, his tone trailing off to a soft whisper. His eyes silently begging you to stay, he understands why you wouldn't, but he still was hopeful. You noticed the look in his eyes, and you couldn't say no to him, not with how he was looking up at you. “Okay, let me go get a chair.” 

“You have one,” Lando smiles playfully, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you down to sit on his lap. Your eyes widened for a second at his boldness and Lando worried for a moment that he was too bold when he felt you stiffen in his lap, but the both of you relaxed as you leaned back against him and laced your fingers with his, that now rested on your thigh. 

You decided not to look at the chat, knowing that their messages would make you feel more flustered. You clear your throat and tilt your head to the side to get a better look at lando, who was already smiling at you “So what were you and chat up to?” 

“We were just chatting and trying to decide what game to play next” Lando said with a cheeky smile as he looked away from you to read the chat, a giggle leaving his lips at some of the messages. Most of them were funny and sweet, of course there was the occasional weird one, but Lando chose to hold his tongue, not wanting to go off on weird chatters while you were there. You already weren't the most comfortable in front of the camera, he didn't want to make you feel more uncomfortable by calling out the weird freaks in his chat. 

“You should play Fortnite” you suggest with a big smile, you have enjoyed watching your boyfriend stream the game. The two of you having even more fun when you played it together off stream. Lando playfully rolls his eyes and tilts his head to the side, dramatically shaking his head “You only want me to play that because you like teasing me about how bad i am.” 

“That I do” you quickly agreed with a laugh. Lando gasped dramatically and his hold on your waist tightened as he pulled you back closer to his chest, as he continued with his dramatics, little did chat know he was already booting up the said game “Are you hearing this chat?” 

The chat was moving fast, as many of the chatters commented on how cute the two of you were, and how natural the banter was. A lot of the viewers agreed that he should play Fortnite, saying that ‘mom’ always has good ideas. Lando had also wanted to play the game, but now he wanted to play it more because you suggested it. He spoke quietly, his tone sending shivers down your spine as his eyes were focused on the screen. “I’ll play just for you baby.”  

The couple spent the next hour playing Fortnite, well lando was playing and you were still perched in his lap and giving him some tips, you had younger siblings so of course you knew how to play the game. After Lando got frustrated about losing for the third time in a row, he was quick to suggest you have a go at the ‘stupid game’. 

So, you sat straight on his lap, your eyes focused on the game, determined to place further in the game then he did. Lando had both of his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched with a smile at how cute you looked with his headphones on your head and the cute look of focus you had on your face. He had to stop himself from leaning down and littering your neck in kisses, he could vividly imagine your reaction if he did. ‘Baby were on camera’ you would mutter shyly with that flustered smile on your lips, that he loved so much. 

You weren't familiar with the new map that well, so you let lando pick a place for you to drop. When Lando started to tease you for your sneaking you were quick to defend your game play, sassily telling him that you're not playing for kills but playing to win. The chat loved the chemistry that the two of you had, Lando teasing you about how he's better and you with your witty responses. 

“Lan'' you muttered in a warning tone when you feel him slip one of his hands under the front of your sweatshirt, his warm hand flattens on your stomach, you know his touch is anything but innocent. Lando has a toothy grin on his face, his fingers now tracing shapes on your skin as he spoke innocently “What? Is my touch distracting you?” 

“You wish” you scoffed playfully, not wanting him and chat to know that his touch was in fact distracting you. Lando smiles triumphantly at your reaction, knowing that you were lying, and he was in fact distracting you but nonetheless he stops his movements. Lando rests his chin on your shoulder again and quietly watches you play. His eyes glancing at the chat ever so often, his heart filling with warmth at all the sweet chats about the two of you. 

As the game goes on, Lando's quiet tone turns into a tone of excitement when he realizes that there are only three people left, including you. The chat spammed loll’s and laughing emojis as Lando excitedly tried to give you tips and you telling him to shut up because you couldn't hear yourself think. Lando pouts grumpily and leans back in his chair, now wanting your attention even more. You were too caught up in wanting to win the game to notice your pouting boyfriend. 

And win is exactly what you did, you hid until the other two started fighting and that's when you jumped out of the bush you were hiding in and killed them both. As soon as the #1 victory royal showed up on the screen you turned your head to smile excitedly at lando. Lando laughs and places a sweet kiss on your cheek, his hands rubbing our side under your sweater “Good job baby” You giggled as you say thank you, also thanking the chat that was congratulating you for your win. 

When you feel one of his fingers secretly dip into the band of your sweatpants, you take your hands off the keyboard and mouse and nonchalantly get up from his lap. Making your way over to the shelf that was by his desk and out of sight from the camera to ‘grab’ ChapStick. Lando’s frown from you getting up, turns into a smirk when he realizes why you did, having felt you clench your thighs together before you got up. 

“All right, chat I'm gonna head off. Gotta go properly congratulate my girl for winning” Lando watched your figure as you got up from his lap and moved to the other side of his room out of the view of the camera with the bite of his lip, he glanced back at the camera with a smirk. His tone was suggestive, and a loud laugh leaves his lips when you turn around and throw the small plushie he had on one of his shelves that you had gotten him at his head. Lando catches the bear as you give him a look of shock and embarrassment “Lando! Chat he's joking, please ignore him”! 

“Trust me, chat I'm not joking” Lando winks with a cheeky smile at the camera, very much enjoying how flustered you got and the way the chat started to go crazy. You groan in embarrassment and grab your phone off his desk “That's it, I'm leaving!” you wave your hand for the chat, not wanting to bend down to be in the frame of the camera, knowing that the chat would definitely be able to see how flustered you were “Bye chat!” 

Lando watched you walk out of the room with a grin, you give him a playful glare before closing the door behind you. Lando had planned on streaming for longer, but he couldn't ignore that ache he felt in his heart when you left the room, he wanted to spend more time with you. He loved watching you become more comfortable in front of the camera, in front of his chat in the short amount of time you joined him. Lando picks up his head set that you had set down on the desk when you took them off, lando hums along to the song that was playing as he closes his tabs before leaning back in his chair and reading the chat “Alright chat, it's time for me to head off.” 

Lando tried to keep up with his chat, the messages zooming by, most of them were about you. Talking about how they enjoyed your presence and begging Lando to convince you to come back on the stream soon. Lando smiles “I'll let her know chat” Lando hears the familiar sound of his phone going off with a notification. He was quick to pick up his phone, a mischievous grin spreading over his lips when he saw the notification. 

y/n 💞: in bed…waiting for that proper congratulations ☺️

Lando quickly shuts off his phone as he feels a warm blush spread across his face and neck. He clears his throat and giggles nervously when the chat breaks out in a bunch of question marks with your name, obviously seeing how flustered he had become from seeing the notification. Lando nods and waves at the chat, eager to end and join you in your shared bed “See you guys soon.” 

Lando ends the stream and quickly rushes to shut off his computer, he grabs his phone and quickly gets out of his chair and makes his way to the door. He stops in his tracks once he remembers something and rushes over to his desk to pick up the brown box of donuts. Lando opens the door, careful not to drop the delicious pastries and his phone, rushing down the hallway. Calling out for you. 

“Baby wait for me!”  

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I really missed writing for Lando, I have a lot of ideas and req’s for him that I want to write! I’ve just been kinda focused on my hockey AU! But I will try to find a better schedule so I could work on that and my f1 fics! I also have another idea for another lando streaming based fic, it’s going to be so cute! )

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @copper-boom @ophcelia @cixrosie )

[fifty555]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ poetry? no, pottery!

a lil’ love between you and little lando norris 💞 with a twist as you’re a ceramist/potterer!

content warning; none! just enjoy the fluffs! ah, there’s a bit of explicit language (i think?), but nothing drastic! enjoy 😽!

summary; childhood friends reconnect after years apart—he’s a formula 1 driver, and you’re a ceramist.

Lando Norris was used to his friends teasing him. Whether it was his golfing misadventures, his love for Twitch streams, or his occasional emotional outbursts on team radio, there was always something to make him the subject of banter on and off the grid. But the one thing they had yet to figure out—something that he was genuinely proud of—was the pottery.

It started innocuously enough. A vase here, a decorative bowl there. The other drivers had assumed Lando had simply developed a newfound taste for ceramic art after moving to Monaco. Carlos had even joked once, “You’re just trying to look posh, mate.”

But no one had noticed the small etchings at the back of each piece: a simple ‘Lan’ with a heart. Subtle, personal, and not exactly the kind of thing you’d put on items for sale. That mystery had lingered until one fateful evening when everything unravelled in the most chaotic way imaginable.

It was post-race at Silverstone, and the whole grid had gathered for dinner at a private venue. Spirits were high after a spectacular British Grand Prix, with plenty of laughs and, naturally, plenty of friendly ribbing.

Lando sat beside Oscar, carefully monitoring his phone, knowing full well that at any moment you might call. You were in your apartment in Mexico, finalising details for an art exhibit while simultaneously working on personal pottery commissions. Lando adored how dedicated you were to your craft, even if it often left you so absorbed that you forgot things—like where you’d placed your keys, or, as he was about to find out, something a little more important.

Amid the loud chatter, Lando’s phone buzzed, and your name flashed on the screen. Without thinking, he swiped to answer. “Hey, love,” he greeted, but before he could say anything else, your panicked voice filled the room.

“Lan, I lost my ring! I don’t know where it is!”

Shoot, he forgot about the speaker.

The room fell eerily silent as the unmistakable sound of your frantic cries echoed from the speaker.

Lando froze. His brain short-circuited as he realised his phone was still on speaker. Every single driver at the table—except for Oscar, Alex, and George—was staring at him like he’d just confessed to murder.

“Oh, for fu—” Lando scrambled to turn off the speaker, but not before you continued, “Baby, I don’t know where it is! I can’t even—”

He interrupted, voice strained with embarrassment. “Have you checked the wet clays? That’s usually where you’d lose it.”

The line went quiet for a second as the realisation hit you. “Shit. I’ll go check. Thanks, love. Enjoy your dinner with the boys, bye!” You ended the call abruptly, leaving Lando to deal with the aftermath.

“What the hell was that?” Daniel was the first to break the silence, leaning forward with a grin that practically screamed mischief.

“No, who the fuck was that?” Max followed, his bluntness cutting through the rising chaos like a hot knife through butter.

The room erupted in questions. Pierre was halfway across the table, trying to pry answers from Lando, while Charles was practically yelling over everyone else. Meanwhile, Carlos gave Lando a pointed look. “Mate, don’t tell me you’ve got a secret girlfriend and you’ve been hiding it from me?”

Lando’s cheeks burned as he fumbled to explain. “Look, it’s not a big deal—”

“Not a big deal?!” Charles’ voice reached a pitch that only dogs could hear. “You’ve been holding out on us! Who is she?”

Amidst the chaos, Alex calmly took a sip of his drink and glanced at Charles. “You’ve met her before.”

“I have?” Charles frowned, genuinely confused.

George pulled out his phone, scrolled through his photos, and handed it over. “Here, this’ll jog your memory.”

The photo showed George, Alex, and you at a karting event years ago, laughing over slices of pizza. You were unmistakable, even with the short haircut and boyish charm you used to sport.

And the fact that you used to terrorise Charles on the grid.

Charles’ eyes widened. “You’re telling me that demon is Lando’s—”

“Fiancée,” Lando corrected with a smug grin, cutting him off. “She’s my fiancée.”

If the table had been chaotic before, it was nothing compared to the uproar that followed.

“Fiancée?!” Charles looked moments away from fainting. Pierre had to physically restrain him from climbing over the table.

Max, ever the straight shooter, raised a brow. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since October 2020,” Lando admitted, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms defensively.

“You kept this a secret for three years?” Daniel looked simultaneously impressed and horrified. “And all we got were vases?”

“Wait,” Carlos interjected, pointing a finger at Lando. “The pottery—don’t tell me that’s her doing?”

Lando smirked, finally finding his footing in the conversation. “Actually, most of it’s hers. But I helped with a few pieces.”

“Explains the hearts,” Pierre muttered, earning a round of laughter.

Meanwhile, back in your studio, you’d found the missing engagement ring embedded in a chunk of wet clay. You snapped a quick photo of your clay-covered hands, the ring perched delicately on your finger, and sent it to Lando with the message: Found it. Your forgetfulness is rubbing off on me.

Lando responded with a selfie of his own, a defeated look on his face, and the message: The cat’s out of the bag.

You could only laugh, imagining the absolute carnage he was dealing with at dinner.

Now, the question is, how did you guys meet?

Well, let’s take a trip down memory lane, yes?

It started at a karting track in Guildford when they were both nine years old. Lando was already making waves on the circuit, a scrappy kid with untamed curls and an infectious grin. You, on the other hand, were a quiet but fiercely competitive racer, constantly being told you’d never make it because you were a girl.

That day, your paths crossed in the most cliché yet heartwarming way. You’d crashed during qualifying and sat on the sidelines, fuming as you inspected the damaged kart. Lando, fresh off his own session, wandered over with a bag of gummy bears and an awkward grin.

“Want one?” he asked, holding the bag out to you.

You glanced up, unimpressed. “Unless it fixes my kart, no thanks.”

“It doesn’t,” he admitted, plopping one into his mouth, “but they’re good for sulking.”

Reluctantly, you took one. That was all it took. From that day forward, you became friends—rivals on the track, co-conspirators off it. The karting world was small, and you often found yourselves travelling the same circuits, sharing snacks, and occasionally teaming up to prank the other kids.

But all good things come to an end, and for Lando, the end came when you abruptly quit karting at twelve. One day you were there, racing alongside him, and the next, you were gone. No explanations, no goodbyes—just a void where his fiercest rival and closest friend had been.

Years passed. Lando threw himself into racing, climbing the ranks to Formula 1, but he never stopped wondering what had happened to you. He’d hear whispers—something about pottery, about you exchanging one love for another—but nothing concrete.

Then, in 2020, he walked into a pop-up art gallery in London and froze. There, amidst a sea of ceramic sculptures, was a name he hadn’t seen in years: yours. And standing by a display of hand-thrown vases, chatting animatedly with a small group of people, was you.

Lando hesitated, heart pounding as he watched you laugh, looking so effortlessly radiant it hurt. He was a world-famous F1 driver now, but at that moment, he felt like the same awkward boy offering gummy bears to his angry rival.

Finally, he worked up the courage to approach you. “Hey,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Nice vases.”

You turned, your eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, as if no time had passed at all, you grinned. “Nice curls.”

The conversation flowed as easily as it always had. Over coffee the next day, you explained why you’d quit karting. Your parents had pulled you out, worried about the pressure and the toxic environment you were facing as a girl in a male-dominated sport. You’d turned to pottery as an outlet and never looked back.

“I missed it, though,” you admitted, stirring your latte. “I missed racing. I missed… you.”

Lando’s heart clenched. “I missed you too.”

The transition from friendship to romance was seamless, almost inevitable. But given Lando’s high-profile career, you both agreed to keep the relationship private. It wasn’t easy. There were stolen weekends in Monaco, secret visits to your studio in between London and Mexico, and countless moments when you had to play it cool in public, even as your heart raced every time you saw him.

The secrecy was worth it, though. For three years, you built a world of your own, filled with laughter, late-night phone calls, and the kind of love that felt steady and enduring.

The proposal came during a quiet evening at your studio. You’d been working on a commission, hands covered in clay, when Lando appeared in the doorway, looking unusually nervous.

“What’s up?” you asked, wiping your hands on a rag.

He hesitated, then held out a small, unassuming box. “I, uh, thought we could make this official.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. “Lando Norris, are you asking me to marry you in the middle of my studio while I’m covered in clay?”

He grinned, the familiar boyish charm shining through. “Well, I figured it’s where you’re happiest.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Laughing, you took the box, opened it, and saw the ring—simple, elegant, and unmistakably you. Tears filled your eyes as you nodded. “Yes.”

For a while, life went on as usual. You returned to your pottery, Lando to his racing, and your engagement remained a secret known only to close family and a few trusted friends. But secrets have a way of slipping out, and yours did during that fateful post-Silverstone dinner.

By the time Lando returned home to Monaco, the internet was ablaze. He’d soft-launched your engagement on Instagram with a series of photos: your clay-covered hands holding the ring, more of you holding your ring in defeat after possibly losing it, and a final shot of the infamous ‘Lan ♥’ signature on one of your vases.

The caption read: ladies and gents, the chronicles of my fiancée losing her ring. she says that my forgetfulness is rubbing off on her apparently but she sadly chose to say yes to me 😌.

The response was overwhelming. Fans went wild over the reveal, speculating about your relationship timeline and falling in love with the wholesome chaos of it all.

Despite the initial embarrassment, Lando wouldn’t change a thing. Sure, Charles might never let him live it down, and Daniel would probably bring up the ‘wet clay incident’ at every opportunity, but none of it mattered.

As he watched you work on your latest piece, the soft hum of music filling the studio, he felt a sense of peace he rarely found anywhere else. You glanced over your shoulder, catching him staring, and flashed him a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“Back to work, Mr. Norris,” you teased, pointing at the pottery wheel.

He grinned, sliding into the seat beside you. “Yes, ma’am.”

If this was what forever looked like, Lando was more than ready for it.

Because in the end, every gummy bear, every secret, and every chaotic dinner had been worth it.

i hope you guys liked it 🥹 tbh, this was originally a gift for my friend to motivate her but now she wants to actually marry him… i take no part in that declaration.

also, this y’all man 🤨☝🏻 damn, he’s okay, i guess.

i’m still very new here, so, there’s some things i absolutely know nothing about… BUT, i’ll get through it ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-!! i love y’all, strangers ‘round the internet 💌 MWAH!

[mcl4r3n]

hiiiii I just wanted to say thank god I'm not the only one wallowing in dando angst right now ;_; i totally agree, if i was lando and secretly in love with daniel and had to bear witness to barrage of maxiel and the "daniel coming home" narrative i too would make questionable personal grooming decisions or like you said: walk off the monaco pier.

srsly tho, i imagine Lando secretly hating the daniel “coming home" to rbr narrative. He is happy for Daniel, he really is. He's happy to see that Daniel's starting to fill out his clothes. That he’s starting to laugh like himself again. That he's lighter, unburdened. That he's home.

But it says something doesn’t it? The fact that the only home Lando has ever known nearly destroyed Daniel? 

It's a selfish and shitty to focus on that because it was never about Lando. It's about Daniel finding himself again.

But he's making it quite clear that in order to do that he has to go far away (from Lando) because that's where he lost himself in the first place (next to Lando). When Daniel says that he couldn’t work things out with the team, why shouldn't Lando include himself in that? After all, they're one and the same at this point. Mclaren implies Lando the same way RedBull implies Max.

...and then there’s Max. Max isn’t involved in this, but he also is. In the way Max is always implicated when it comes to Daniel. The way his presence implicit when it comes to Daniel. The way Lando found himself being compared to Max simply for stepping into the place he once occupied (as if standing next to Daniel is Max’s god given right). The way it fucking stings that Daniel is happier at RedBull because of what it implied–he’s happier with Max. 

anyway, the tragedy and right-person at the wrong time of it all is what rly haunts me abt dando.

-f1 anon <3

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And now there’s an unbearable distance between them that stops Daniel from saying the obvious. (I told you so. Just leave. Or worse, you deserve better than this) He just teases Lando about his beard, and it makes Lando want to cry. 

i too would make questionable personal grooming decisions I am obsessed with the implication here... . . about his quarter-life crisis beard..... . .

F1 ANON THIS ENTIRE POST ENCAPSULATES HOW I FEEL ABOUT THEM AND HOW INSANE THIS CURRENT ARC OF DANNY BEING HOME HAS MADE ME. Especiallyyyyyyyyy since RB Socmed teams KNOW that we're ravenous for Maxiel content and that maxiel content is what sells to people. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

And just idk. Lando thinking to himself. Yeah, I wouldn't want to be around me either, if the roles were reversed. I wouldn't want to be associated anymore with any reminders of what ultimately stripped me of my confidence in something i once was so sure of.

So he keeps his distance because what's the point? Daniel isn't mandated to spend time with him anymore. They're very different people anyway. They've got very different interests. Daniel loves his wine and his farm and lando loves golf and kind of i guess enjoys twitch streaming...

Lando cant let himself think about all the ways that they used to be the same because if he does he'll fall apart.

He also cant bring himself to approach danny much because like. He cant stand the thought of pity in danny's eyes. It's just so fucking LAYERED. How many times did daniel get blamed for his performance. How many times did lando see his smile not quite reach his eyes. How many times did lando ignore it.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[racinggirl]

The Kiss - LN4

(requested by anonymous)

Here’s why you don’t let two guys take care of your laundry, especially two very messy guys. ‘’Are you serious?’’ You rose your right eyebrow, holding your shirt in front of you, it clearly having turned into a cropped top by now. You were standing in front of the mirror and let out a deep sigh, deciding to confront the two guys for ruining your favourite shirt.

You knew the two guys were about to end their stream, so you decided to sit down on the couch in the living room, your shirt in front of you on the table. After watching their stream on Twitch, you saw them saying bye to chat and you prepared yourself to give the guys a speech.

You were visiting your friends, since you were in England for a few days, Max and Lando offering you to stay over at their place so you wouldn’t have to book a hotel. You gladly accepted, not turning the offer down. However, the moment you walked out of the plane, someone had bumped into you, spilling their drink on your shirt so the boys told you to throw it in the washing machine at their place since they still had to do some laundry as well. A big mistake���

‘’Do either of you read the labels of clothing you usually never wash?’’ You held your shirt up, standing up from the couch as well, watching as Max and Lando looked at each other before meeting your gaze again. ‘’Max did the laundry this time!’’ Lando defended himself as he looked at your shirt, his hands up in the air as if he was surrendering.

Your gaze went to Max, rolling your eyes as he was holding back his laughter, hitting Lando’s shoulder as a sign to help him out. ‘’I’m sure you’d look great in a cropped top as well.’’ You couldn’t help but have mixed feelings when Lando made that comment, feeling bad because your favourite shirt had just been ruined, but also feeling flattered by the comment he just made.

It was probably not the best scenario, but the moment you joined Max’ friend group you met Lando, and he turned your thoughts around. You were never a believer of love at first sight until you met him. You knew who he was, occasionally watching Formula One with Max as he was one of your childhood friends. However, you never thought you’d actually develop feelings for the McLaren driver.

Your friendship grew over time, a few holidays, parties and occasionally a race weekend with Max included Lando being there as well, but you didn’t mind. You had feelings for him after knowing him for over 2 years now, but never had the guts to actually tell him about them.

He would often drop comments like he did earlier, saying you looked good, complimenting your appearance or even your actions. Calling you sweet, caring, strong, and you appreciated it every time.

‘’Very funny Norris, but it was my favourite shirt.’’ You pouted, pushing your bottom lip outwards as you rose your eyebrows, looking directly into his eyes. ‘’I’ll get you a new one, I promise.’’ Max walked over towards you, taking your shirt in his hands. ‘’But Lando’s right, you would look good in it.’’

-

A few weeks later you found yourself sitting in Monaco, Lando invited you over to hang out with him and your friends, including Max. Just some streaming, golfing, chilling as well, just like you used to do when you were England. You were the first one to arrive, having an early flight since all the others were either way too overpriced, or extremely late in the evening.

‘’Hey, you came.’’ You smiled at the Brit, who just opened his apartment door for you to step inside. ‘’Of course, wouldn’t want to miss it.’’ You hugged him, a smile on your lips as you felt his strong arms wrapping around your body. You wanted to stay in this position longer, but you didn’t want to make it awkward so after a while you decided to pull away from the hug.

‘’Thanks, where’s everybody else?’’ You took the drink from Lando’s hand, taking a sip before putting it down on the table. ‘’They are arriving tomorrow, Max missed his flight.’’ You couldn’t help but laugh, not even being surprised by the fact Max had missed it. ‘’I’m not surprised.’’ You laughed, watching as Lando sat down on the couch next to you.

You talked for a while, bringing up memories, talking about your studies as well as his upcoming season. You kept getting distracted, never really having the opportunity to be with Lando for an entire day. Sure, you and him talked before, spending some time alone, but not an entire day, having both lunch and dinner with the two of you.

You were thinking for a while now, contemplating whether or not this would be the perfect timing to tell him about your feelings, since you were alone anyways. ‘’Y/N, you alright?’’ Lando’s voice shook you out of your thoughts, making you look up from your lap to meet his gaze.

‘’Yeah, yeah I’m alright.’’ You shot him a smile as your bottom lip got caught in between your teeth, your gaze lowering to your lap once again. So many thoughts were running through your mind, unsure of which one would be helping you, and which one would mess everything up.

‘’Are you sure? You look like you’re overthinking, a lot.’’ The calmness in his voice, the soft smile on his lips yet the worried look on his face made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, some of them exploding as you were met by his eyes, who were looking at you, and nobody else.

You took a deep breath, your hands traveling to your legs to wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your jeans, a sigh escaping your lips. ‘’Y/N?’’ Lando got up, moving over to the couch you were sitting on as he placed his drink on the table, a hand resting on your shoulder which made the situation even worse.

You couldn’t look at him, because you knew that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, you would kiss him, even though it would probably be the worst thing to do. But the moment he called your name again, his hand slowly reaching for yours, was the moment you looked up, your faces inches apart. Everything felt like a slow motion movie, your tongue licking your lips as you looked down at his soft, pink, lips, he doing the same thing. The next thing you knew, your lips were glued to his, enjoying the touch of those perfect lips.

‘’I like you, and I know it’s wrong because you’re my friend, but I have liked you for quite a while and I just didn’t want to, I mean, I just thought it would be, ehm, like, ehm.’’ You weren’t sure of what to say once you had broken the kiss, so you just rambled, hoping he’d break the awkward silence that appeared once you stopped talking. But he didn’t, he stayed silent, probably not sure of what to say either because lets be honest, you probably overwhelmed him, seeing as you yourself were overwhelmed as well.

-

Weeks had passed, and Lando and you weren’t like you used to be anymore. You had blamed yourself multiple times, but never told anyone about it. You didn’t want people to know he rejected you, as well as trying to deal with the fact he basically pretended like that kiss never happened, the words that came out of your mouth that evening almost disappearing in thin air for him.

You were avoiding him, whenever Max asked you to hang out with the group, you made up excuses, saying you had to study, work, hang out with other friends, but in reality you were just sitting in your hotel room, going over that scenario in Monaco multiple times in your head.

You shouldn’t have kissed him, if you wouldn’t have done that, things would be alright, there wouldn’t be this distance between the two of you and you could have just moved on with your life. But no, you thought kissing him would create this magical moment you see in movies, both admitting your feelings for each other, having a happy ending. But not all stories have a happy ending.

‘’Come on Y/N, you never hang out with us anymore, it will be fun!’’ Max was standing in your hotel room, ready to drag you to the club your group of friends would go to. ‘’No, Max, really, I’m not in the mood, I’m tired.’’ The look on his face was breaking your heart. You have been cancelling your plans with your friends almost every week, just to avoid Lando, and you knew Max didn’t deserve it, but it was part of your cooping mechanism now. You didn’t want to see Lando, especially not after not seeing him for weeks.

‘’Y/N…’’ Max was looking at you with puppy eyes, a sad look on his face. ‘’You’ve denied my offer to stay at Lando’s place for the weeks you’re here, please accept my offer to come party with us.’’

‘’Okay, fine…’’

So you went, putting on your tight black jeans, pairing it with your white and orange sneakers, a bright orange cropped top and your favourite jewellery. Max’ smile couldn’t have been wider when he saw you in your outfit, wearing the necklace he gave you a few months ago for your birthday. ‘’Let’s go pretty.’’

-

You knew it was a bad decision to go, not feeling confident about actually seeing Lando again, and your mood got even worse the moment you saw him, dancing with girls, having the time of his life as he finally was able to enjoy some alcoholic beverages due to his winter break.

You decided to ignore him, focussing on other guys, everyone but him. ‘’Y/N, here, have a drink.’’ Max was at your side almost the entire evening, cheering you up, dragging you to the dancefloor and making sure you were having a great time.

And you did, you noticed Lando talking to some girls, but instead of getting jealous or upset, you walked away looking for other people you were having fun with. After a while, you decided to head home, seeing as you didn’t want to be hungover tomorrow, or sleep till 2 pm, wanting to still be somewhat productive on your day off.

‘’Let me take you back to the hotel, Y/N, what if something happens to you?’’ You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Max was being, a true friend. ‘’I’ll be fine, Max, I am still sober, plus it’s just a 10 minute walk to my hotel. I think that muppet over there needs your help getting home.’’ You smiled, pointing over towards Lando who was sitting on the couch, checking his phone as multiple girls were trying to get his attention.

You bit your lip, the sight of him, basically rejecting those girls just like he did with you made you feel better about yourself, even though it might sound cruel, you were glad no other girls would get his attention.

-

Once you were back at your hotel, you took off your jewellery, placing it on the table next to your bed. Your feet freed themselves from your shoes as you replaced your outfit for your sleeping shirt. In the bathroom, you wiped the make up off your face, throwing the cotton pads in the bin as your phone started to ring.

‘’Max? Everything good?’’ ‘’No, I mean, yes but, I can’t find Lando.’’ You furrowed your eyebrows, your heart beating quicker the moment you noticed the panic in his voice. ‘’Calm down Max, he wasn’t that drunk, was he?’’ You heard silence on the other side of the phone, followed by some voices, as well as Max back on the phone. ‘’No, he wasn’t. Oh, I’ve found Tom, hold up!’’

It was silent for almost an entire minute before you heard some fumbling around. ‘’He’s on his way home. Tom said he was tired, anyways, are you home? You are, right? Or at least, not home, but at your hotel, right?’’ You let out a laugh, shaking your head when you listened to your friend. ‘’Yeah Max, I’m safe in the hotel. Get home safe, okay?’’ You heard a distant ‘Will do muppet!’ before the connection broke. You just laughed at Max’ drunk state, the concern, yet the apathy, the chaos, but also his ability to call you, making sure you were home safe.

You were about to turn off the lights when you heard a knock on your hotel room door, your head snapping towards the door, checking the time on your phone before making your way towards the door. Instead of opening it straight away, you looked through the hole, which you could look through, thanking the hotel for not making the holes all the way up to the ceiling.

‘’Lando?’’ You furrowed your eyebrows as you took a step aside, letting the curly haired boy walk into your room without you even allowing him or giving him the permission to do so. ‘’Ehm, excuse me?’’ You closed the door behind you, eyeing the McLaren driver up and down.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ Were the first words that left his mouth, his eyes never leaving your face as you stood there, stunned by what just happened. You just rose your eyebrow, inviting him to continue speaking since you had a feeling of the direction of this conversation.

‘’I’m sorry I ignored you after what happened in Monaco.’’

‘’Lando…’’ You didn’t want to bring this up, you got over it, accepted the fact he wasn’t into you.

‘’No, Y/N, I’ve been a bad friend, a horrible friend, I kissed you back when you kissed me but I just pretended it didn’t happen.’’ He ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips as he looked into your eyes.

‘’I don’t want to talk about it Lando, it has happened, you made it clear that you aren’t interested in me.’’

‘’We must talk about it Y/N, you need to let me explain myse-‘’ You cut him off.

‘’Explain yourself? Lando, you had two whole months to explain yourself. I got over it, I moved on, finally accepting the fact you weren’t into me and now you want to explain yourself?’’ You crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking at him with disbelief.

‘’You don’t understand, it’s a lot more complicated than what it seems.’’ ‘’No, it isn’t. You hurt my feelings. I understand the fact you aren’t into me, things like that happen, but we’re still friends. You could have at least said something about it to me.’’

‘’I am doing now, aren’t I?’’ You groaned at his comment, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. ‘’Yeah, Lando, after two fucking months. Could have done that sooner, don’t you think?’’

‘’No! I couldn’t have, and if you’d let me finish you’d know why!’’ ‘’Well, it better be a hell of a good reason then.’’ You sighed, watching as Lando stepped closer to you, the distance between the two of you being brought back down to a few inches.

‘’Tell me Norris, what has been so important or complicated you couldn’t talk to me about that kiss?’’ You almost whispered, feeling your heartbeat rise as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

‘’Because I actually do like you, Y/N.’’ He started, his eyes following the movements of his hand as it was going down to take a hold of yours. ‘’Wha-‘’ ‘’But so does Max.’’ You furrowed your eyebrows, a deep frown on your face as you felt Lando’s breath on your face since he let out a deep sigh.

Thing is, Max likes you, he has been for quite a while now, and the only person that knew was Lando, since he is his best friend. You never noticed, and looking back at it now, it made sense. The necklace he gave you, it was a small gold necklace with a star hanger, the cute nicknames, the fact he always called to make sure you were home safe, taking care of you whenever you weren’t feeling too great.

‘’The moment you kissed me I started to think, and I quickly realized I liked you, a lot. That’s why I kissed back, I never, ever regret kissing you back Y/N.’’ You connected the dots, realizing the only reason Lando never spoke to you about it was because of Max. ‘’And you didn’t want to hurt your best friend.’’ You whispered, making Lando nod in response.

‘’Then, why are you here now?’’ You carefully asked the question you needed to know the answer to. Why was he here, what made him change his mind. Did he talk to Max? What was the reason for his sudden confession.

‘’Because seeing you there, tonight, having fun, but ignoring or avoiding me, was killing me.’’ He moved his hand up, his thumb moving over your bottom lip which was caught in between your teeth. ‘’Don’t do that.’’ He whispered, resting his index finger under your chin to make you look at him.

‘’I want to kiss you…’’ ‘’But we can’t hurt Max.’’ You saw how he nodded, yet his eyes never left your lips. ‘’Lando…’’ Now he was the one biting his lip, trying to restrain himself, holding himself back from smashing his lips onto yours.

‘’We’ll talk to him, tomorrow.’’ And with those words he smashed his lips against yours, closing every single inch of space between the two of you. The rest of the evening was magical, Lando making you forget about the pesky conversation with Max you should have the next day.

[technowoah]

if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Have I Ever Told You I Love You? | Urushihara Hanzo x Streamer!Reader (Part 1)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and idk if you can call this angst

Word: 1270

    During his short stint in the small apartment with two other guys, Lucifer managed to find his own little world in his laptop. While it wasn't capable of running the games he wanted he was able to enjoy them vicariously through various streamers.

        His favorite streamer was a pink-haired girl from California. He came across her stream late day when he was scrolling through Stitch (Twitch). He knew a little English from the research he'd done for Maou and Ashiya, it was rough, but through some Foogle Translate, he managed.

        The first time he made her laugh through a badly translated off-handed comment, he knew he was done for. He would do literally do anything to hear her laugh like that again. 

        She wasn't a super popular streamer but had a loyal following that made a tight-knit community. It wasn't hard for him to start a conversation with her, and so a friendship began.

        A handful of months later, the short interactions turned into late night text sessions, and he went to as many streams of her's as he could.

        "What in the world are you watching?" Ashiya asked him one day.

        "None of your business!" He growled.

        "I think it's that girl he likes," Maou said through a mouthful of noodles.

        "What are you talking about?!" He yelled, "Why would I like some human? She's just good at gaming!"

        Oh, but he liked her. He liked her a lot. 

        One night he got a notification that she was live, which was odd cause it was almost 3 am where she lived.

        The title of the stream was "I'm drunk and wanna play games!" He chuckled to himself and opened her stream.

        She was sat at her normal streaming setup, but her face was flushed and hair messy.

        She had 'Golf With Your Friends' up, one of the few games his crappy laptop could play. He then got a text from her that said 'Join us' with the room password and a little purple heart.

        He quickly pulled the stream up on his phone and loaded the game, wasting no time getting into the room.

        With his phone propped up next to him, he saw her face break into a big grin.

        "Angel boy!" She smiled, his username was FallenAngelxxx, but she thought it was cute when he got flustered when she called him 'Angel Boy'. "I'll send you the link to the Biscord server voice call." 

        He never even thought to make a Biscord account, so he quickly set it up, claiming the name Angel_Boyxxx.

        "Angel boy, you there?" She asked when he joined the call. They hadn't voice called before and she was almost anxious to finally hear his voice. 

        "Yeah, I'm here." He said thankful Maou and Ashiya were out for the night. After he started watching her, he used what little magic power he had left to help him learn the monstrosity that is English.

        "Hey," She breathed before someone else in the call made a vomiting noise. "Shut it, Pat!"

        "You guys ready to start?" Wade laughed.

        As the night went on, she kept a constant state of drunk causing giggles and stupid comments. 

        "Hey, Angel," She said an hour or so into their play session, as the others were AFK for a few minutes, "Have I ever told you I love you?"

        He froze mid-practice shot, causing him to miss what he was aiming at completely.

        "I love you so much," She giggled.

        "What's with him?" A voice said behind him as a door shut. "Urushihara? Why's your face so red?"

        She gasped excitedly, "Who's that, Angel?"

        "He's not sick is he?" Another voice said, "Jeeze we can't afford a hospital visit right now."

        "I-I-" He covered his mouth with his hand, his face bright red. "Why now?"

        He moved awkwardly and his headphones came unplugged.

        "Angel? You okay?" Her voice sounded almost concerned through the haze of alcohol. "Angel?"

        "Who's that?" Maou asked, looking at the screen quizzically.

        "Are you playing those damned video games aga-" Ashiya started.

        "It's no one!" Lucifer rushed, slamming the laptop shut, cutting off another 'Angel'.

        He grabbed his handheld game and sat in the corner, trying to hide his blush behind his hair.

        The other two men shrugged and started talking about the next day's plans.

        About five minutes later, Lucifer's phone began to ring. He managed to snatch it before Ashiya grabbed it.

        "Were you about to answer my phone?!" He nearly screeched, "Can a guy get any privacy around here?!"

        "As your superior, I need to know you're not talking to any undesirables," Ashiya argued.

        "You mean like you old farts?" He hissed, before stepping into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. 

        The phone had stopped ringing when he went to finally answered and he slouched against the wall, head hung low.

 ~~~~~~~

        He was so embarrassed that it took him two weeks to go back to another stream or even answer any of her texts. He barely even went near his precious computer and Maou and Ashiya were even slightly concerned. 

        She was busy in-game and missed his meek little 'hi' in chat, he sighed and cradled his head on his arms on the desk, eyes staring at the screen.

        When she paused to read chat, someone told her he was there, even going as far as to ping him.

        Her eyes lit up as she asked, "You still here Angel Boy?"

        He put a purple heart emoji in the chat and she smiled.

        "Where you been? I- we've missed you," She said as she went back to the game.

        FallenAngelxxx: Who missed me?

        He couldn't help but tease her about her little slip-up.

        She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his chat, "Shut up."

~~~~~~

        For the next three weeks, they texted every day, he was so distracted he even stopped ordering stuff. Until one day she never texted him her usual 'Good Morning Angel.' In fact, she never texted him at all that day and he was beyond worried. Sure she'd missed a couple of texts before, but nothing like this. He scrolled through their last conversation, wondering if he'd said something to make her mad.

        Ashiya watched him get more and more worried, "That girl you like not talking to you?"

        "No, she's not," Lucifer muttered from his place in the corner, just loud enough for Ashiya to hear. He was anxiously playing his handheld to take his mind off it.

        "Well, you probably did something in your own brand of stupid to upset her-" His roommate was cut off by a discord call on his computer.

        Lucifer scrambled to his computer, leaving his game unpaused on the floor.

        He glanced at the time as he answered the call, it was past 2 am for her.

        "His Majesty will be back soon, must you take a call instead of-"

        "I'll get to it later!"

        She chuckled as he tried to get his roommate off his back.

        "Hey Angel," She smiled, and his heart stuttered in his chest.

        "H-hey, where've you been all day? I... I was almost worried." He lied.

        "I-heh... Just a super busy day, I guess." 

        "You sound tired," He commented, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

        "Don't wanna," She whined sleepily, "Help me stay up?"

        "Okay, you wanna play a game or something?" He scrolled through his Solar library for something to play.

        "Uh-uh, too tired," She yawned and he nearly 'aww'd, "Let's just talk for a while."

        "Y-yeah, okay." The other line went real quiet, "You still with me?"

        "Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm here," Her small sleepy voice was doing things to his heart.

        "So," She yawned, "How was your day?"

        "Boring," He scoffed.

        "Tell me all about it," She said, "I wanna know every detail."

        "Every detail?"

        "Yep. What did you do? What did you eat? What stupid thing did your roommate yell at you for? Did you play anything fun? I want to know all of it."

        "Heh, I uh..." He had no idea what to say, he definitely wasn't telling her he spent the whole day freaking out, "You know, I just played some stupid game on my handheld and slept. Ashiya was out most of the day, so he really only got on my case a few minutes ago."

        "That's it?" She almost sounded disappointed.

        "Yeah, just another boring day." He shrugged. There was a knock on her side and he could hear her adjust.

        "Ah, that'd be room service," She groaned as she got up, "Be back in a mo."

        "What? Roomservice?! Where in the Hell are you?"

        "What's up with you?" Maou asked right next to him, causing him to jump and let to a small yell.

        "What the Hell, man?! I didn't even hear you come in!" He shouted, "You can't just scare people like that!"

        "Who can't scare what now?" SHe asked through a mouthful of food.

        "No not you- It's just- It's nothing Maou just scared me is all." He stammered.

        "Oh. HI ANGEL'S ROOMMATE!" she yelled loud enough that Maou could hear it through the headphones, making Urushihara yank them off his head.

        "Uh... Hi, Urushihara's girlfriend?" Maou answered unsurely.

        "Wha- She! Sh-sh-She isn't my girlfriend!" Lucifer argued, putting his headphones back on to hear her bubbly laughter.

        "I'm not?" She giggled, "Well maybe I should be since everyone already thinks it."

        His face flushed bright red as he stared at the screen. "W-w... Really?"

        "Yeah, the guys make fun of me for it all the time. They even said that I told you I loved you on stream once, ridiculous, right?"

        "A-actually..." He trailed off. "You kind of... did. I was there."

        It was quiet again.

        "N-no one clipped it?" She said in disbelief. Someone had actually clipped it, and he had it on his phone. Every once and a while, he would play it and his heart would do somersaults.

        "Well, no taking it back now," She chuckled. "Guess the cat's outa the bag."

        His jaw dropped.

        "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," Ashiya teased and Lucifer threw a magazine at him. "That was uncalled for!"

        Lucifer grabbed his laptop and stormed out to the hallway. 

        With the door closed, he set his computer on the washer.

        "You love me?" He asked, trying not to sound completely desperate, unaware of Maou and Ashiya's ears pressed against the door.

        "Of course I do Angel."

        "Wow..." He felt like crying he was so happy. "Me too- I mean! No, I- shit... You don't even know what I look like."

        "Well... What are you doing in two days?"

        "What? Uh, my roommates are dragging me to some stupid work thing, why?" 

        "Can you get out of it?" She asked hopefully.

        "Unlikely," He frowned, "Ashiya is dead set on getting me out of the house and won't let me out of his sight."

        "Oh... Ok." Great, now she was sleepy and sad.

        "What was your idea? Maybe we can reschedule?" He suggested.

        "I'm only in Japan for the next three days, so I don't think it'll work."

        "YOU'RE IN JAPAN?!" He yelled, "Like, right now?!"

        "Good Hanzo, do you mind keeping it down?" Suzino asked from her doorway, "Some of us are trying to enjoy a quiet evening."

        He waved her off and went back to questioning the girl. 

        "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

        "Didn't know till a couple days ago myself. I thought I'd surprise you." She told him shyly. "The guys had an extra spot on their panel at some convention and invited me."

        "Scrw what Ashiya wants, where's the con?"

        "It's at the-" There was a loud bang outside the building, the lights went out and he lost internet connection.

        "No... No! NO!" he gripped the side of his computer and begged her to tell him.

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[ihavenoconsistentname]

wels is one of the few hermits i know nothing about. if you’re up to it/if you want, infodump about him to me :D

*cracks knuckles*

Alright here comes a bunch of random Wels things;

The man was in the military for I believe 11 years and got out in 2016 if I remember correctly

He was a jag corp and a court reporter and while he was never in actual combat he has complained several times about when he was drafted to Iraq to sit in an air conditioned office mess with a computer and twiddle his thumbs so some guy could check off a box on a form

He's been married to his absolutely wonderful wife Mrs Wels for over 6 years I believe

He grew up in Wisconsin and is a massive green bay packers fan as you can tell by his Twitter when it's game day

He got the name Welsknight by combining his church name and his school mascot, church name being shortened to Wels and mascot being the knights and there you go: Welsknight

Despite his minesona most frequently being drawn with long blond hair (in the past mainly) he actually has short brown hair hence why people have changed designs to give him brown hair (I give him brown roots that fade into the blonde, thank LT for that idea btw)

One of his most played games is Monster Hunter World and it was very entertaining to watch him stream it during his burnout even when I had no idea what anything was in the game

He's 5'10 and his birthday is actually coming up soon (October 27th) so he'll be 31 in a few weeks or so

He knows how to play guitar and drums but sold his drum set

His family is very musical and they did a Twitch Sings stream together a while back but I don't think the VOD is still up

As a child where he lived parent-teacher conferences n stuff would often be at the teacher's house and one time he went to a teacher's house with his mom, said teacher had a cat and said the cat was really sweet. Turns out no it wasn't because that cat scratched his face the fuck up basically traumatizing him and that is why Wels hates cats

He has a second channel for games that aren't really family friendly and the one I enjoy the most is Binding of Isaac Afterbirth+

He literally has one of the worst sleep schedules I've ever seen but that's a huge mood

He's self-employed, rarely leaves his house, and built his own computer as well as Mrs Wels' computer

He has the best doggo ever aka Remi, she's absolutely adorable and I fucking love her, best dog 10/10

He's one of the few hermits who hasn't straight up cursed, he's committed to the family friendly thing (not as committed as his wife because Mrs Wels is like completely and utterly G rated whereas Wels is just PG) and the most he's said is the word damn and has almost accidentally said both "oh shit" and "ah fuck" in his first Twitch Sings stream and it's embedded in my memory

During his burnout he created merch that was way overdue but if you go to one of his old April Fools videos in the description there's a link and somewhere above it (I think) it says buy my merch but if you click the link you just get Rick rolled

In one of his couple craft episodes Mrs Wels showed him a baby bunny and immediately after she mentioned there was one he pulled out his sword and said "where" then proceeded to hit the bunny when he came over to it

This man has it as part of his daily routine to drink at least 3 cups of coffee

He drinks his coffee black like a psychopath and I will never forget when he said "I like my coffee how I like my soul—black as can be and bitter" and when I said that was so emo he said "you'd be surprised" and he wasn't wrong there

He doesn't do favorites and often he's been asked what his favorite [insert thing] is on stream and he's just always said he doesn't do favorites

However, his favorite build/base he's done in hermitcraft is probably his season 5 castle

In the hour-long episode from season 6 where he played golf with Biffa he was just messing around on his phone at like 3 in the morning when Biffa asked if he wanted to play golf and he was like sure

In said golf episode they actually missed a hole and didn't realize it like at all

He was the only hermit other than Ren who wrote their Hermitgang verse completely on their own

He's a huge law nerd and his court reporter job was probably his favorite

On Twitter you can find a lot of stuff where he talks about the injustice present with the Breonna Taylor case and it's incredibly interesting seeing all of the things he has to say

He wanted a coffee maker in his office but Wifey said no

One time during an Animal Crossing New Horizons stream we waited until 5 AM for Xisuma to start streaming so we could raid him

Speaking of ACNH streams he got stung by wasps pretty much every time he shook a tree and they fell out

He has a soundcloud where you can find several recordings of sea shanties (his soundcloud is just Welsknight if you search it up it'll pop up easy)

He likes pineapple on pizza

That's all the random Wels stuff I can think of right now but if I think of anything else at some point I'll reblog and add to this

[camelotcinematicuniverse]

About Harry and Maple

Well, this is gonna be a really strange little thing that I write, but I'm still excited nonetheless.

In a Mario Golf 64 Twitch stream clip, the awesome speedrunner MetalYoshi ProGamer (yes, that's his alias. No, it's not lame, shaddup) asked the following question to his chat:

"Do you think that Maple has some kind of relationship to Harry?"

And that got me really thinking to the point that this very blog was made. So thanks, MetalYoshi. If you ever read this, I really needed that boost to put my thoughts out there.

Anyway, I actually have a few headcanon theories relating to Maple and Harry, but first we need context. Both Harry and Maple are the final characters from the Camelot OC bunch to be unlocked (without the Game Boy Color Mario Golf save file), thus making them the "best" of the Camelot OC golfers as character progression is measured through how far you get in the various modes of Mario Golf 64. Harry is the final Camelot Character unlocked through Get Character, while Maple happens to be the first character unlocked through earning 50 Birdie Badges. Technically that makes her the weakest of the four final characters (Maple, DK, Bowser and Metal Mario), but out of every Camelot OC she's probably the best alongside Harry.

Metal Mario may topple everyone else in stats and control alone, but don't let that discourage you from checking Harry and Maple out either. They have their own little quirks and low points, but they're still really good choices if you want something different from Bowser and Metal Mario.

Now for the fun part: my headcanons! I have three ideas to throw out in the ring, so you can decide for yourself which headcanon you'd like to go with. Hell, make your own and let's see what we can all come up with! Now then, let's begin!

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Headcanon #1: Maple is Harry's daughter/little sister/family member:

This is an extremely cute idea to me because both of these characters look similar in a way, but they definitely have a difference in behavior with their mode select screen idle poses. Here we see Harry, with his alt colors, doing a semi serious crossed arms look. Like he takes himself a bit too seriously, but you can tell he loves the game of golf:

As for Maple, the screenshot wouldn't be enough, but she's dancing and just generally being cute:

Do you all notice anything about these two? How they have almost the exact same alt colors, how Harry's older, more seasoned presence kind of trickles down to Maple's eagerness (due to her dancing)? They're both blonde, and even the small things like the structure of Maple's nose kind of seem like a natural feminine version of Harry's being smaller and a lot less prominent, but it's still more than Plum's to me.

All this to say I have the theory that Maple could be Harry's daughter or even younger sister. It's just something about Harry that gives me this "older and wiser" vibe to Maple, and with some of the similarities pointed out, I like to imagine that Harry is a proud dad or brother to a young lady (honestly have no real idea of Maple's age, but I go with young adult/older teen vibes) who is as interested in golfing and competing to get even farther drives than before -- Maple. She looks up to him heavily and even starts to wear some of the same things as him but in her style. Note the first (1st) and third (3rd) alternate colors on the pair: the former is an orange shirt, and the latter is a red shirt. Hell, Maple goes so far as to change her shorts color to red as well, instead of the usual blue/purple. Look also at the hair color from Maple to Harry's hat color. The second (2nd) alt on Harry has an auburn-esque color, and Maple has her hair color changed to Auburn too!

I know that the more practical response would be "that's just how the game works in alt colors," but in universe, why else would Maple go out of her way to change her hair color and wear similar color coded outfits to Harry? Could she be extremely happy to emulate his behaviors and style from the extremely healthy bond the two have shared? Could he have been the closest thing to an exceptional male role model she had in her developmental years, so she trusts him and loves him to the point of having the same colors as an alt? That's something I like considering. Imagine if we had Harry console Maple on things that she's going through in her personal life, giving her a man's perspective on relationships and friends, and them enjoying their time together and being super close. When it comes time to golf, though, they are both competitive!

Headcanon #2: Harry is Maple's mentor:

A lot similar to the dad/brother one, Harry still is able to give Maple advice and pointers on her life, but it's about as much time spent as an average evening of golfing practice, typically a few hours at most. This is really the one I spent the least amount of time thinking about as it's not as interesting as the other two points, but I still thought this would be cool to share alas.

Headcanon #3: Maple and Harry are dating:

Ok, ok, here's the one I think MetalYoshi was hinting at with the way he worded his question. "Do you think Maple has some kind of relationship with Harry?" is probably something I figured he meant as a romance thing...well, I'll explore this one here.

From the first headcanon, we can see they have things in common physically and hobby wise, but what else do they like to do? Maybe Harry secretly likes cooking and Maple does too. Maybe he takes her out when she's upset. They would cuddle every night with a glass of wine (dare I say...Sherry?), and for Harry, Maple is what he needed in his life to keep him from taking everything too seriously. Loosening up to let her in after he puts up his own barrier to his emotions and probably has some puppy eyes thrown in.

Maple really likes Harry in this case because it gives her a sense of security, safety, a feeling of trust and realistic love that no one she had ever been with had before. She's unafraid of letting her walls come down and being more social and being herself around Harry. Her cute, tomboy, dorky self is what he truly cares about.

Hell it even goes through to golfing. Maybe the fact that they foil from each other and compliment well together is what makes them strong as golfers with a good drive and above average control. (Clearly not the best, but for them, that's ok)

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When it's all said and done, I do really like the idea of Maple and Harry together in some way. I think it's all too coincidental for them to nearly match in their alt colors, have some of the best stats of all the Camelot OCs, and how much they really do seem to mesh well together. In my eyes, the headcanon I do like the most is the familial one, but the romance option is such a cute option as well, and not to mention in my personal fanfics all three headcanons are interchangeable. The mentor/family friend one is used more often in my writing blurbs, but I liked the other two so much more that I'll have to implement them a lot more!

Ay, thanks for reading this. I really appreciate the traction since I don't usually share a lot of my headcanons on Tumblr...ah well. Enjoy!

[waywardwilled]

something familiar, something mundane

[ tags: castiel/dean winchester, angst, au canon-divergence, major character death ] [ special thanks to: @petrichoravellichor​​ & @zephyrie​​ <3 ]  (check out the work on ao3!!) 

Dean awoke from his sleep grumbling. His face was too hot, nothing felt comfortable, his head felt like it was being pricked by a dozen needles at once, and somehow his ears could hear both himself and the overwhelming sound of silence.

The bed shifted beside him, and from the weight alone, he could tell it was Cas. Or maybe it was the shifting of the trench coat, or the way he moved around Dean.

“I brought you some water.”

Without opening his eyes, Dean felt for the glass and immediately dismissed it, placing it on the table beside his bed. His hand went to grab Cas’ wrist and needily brought the angel’s hand over his cheek.

Cas let his hand cradle Dean’s face, almost instinctively passing his grace through Dean’s being, healing and ridding him of his pain.

Dean let out a sigh of relief he didn't know he was holding until he felt the cold, refreshing grace course through him. It felt familiar. It felt like Cas.

Cas pulled his hand back just as Dean began to lull and roll into his palm. Immediately missing the warmth of skin-to-skin contact, he peeked open an eye. Cas looked how he always did. A trench coat, a fond look, and a kind expression. Dean could barely suppress the smile that threatened to break out on his face.

“What time is it?” Dean asked.

“Noon,” Cas answered. “Sam found a case, and Jack wants you to teach him how to play golf.”

Dean raised an eyebrow as he reached for Cas’ hand again and pressed it against his hair. “Golf?”

An easy smile slid its way onto Cas’ face, and he began to slowly card his way through Dean’s lovable bed hair. “He heard from Claire that you two had fun playing miniature golf. I suppose you should expect Claire to call you soon about fishing.”

Dean’s lips twitched, and he bit back a grin. It was too early for feelings. He needed at least eight cups of coffee before he was allowed to exist. “The case?”

“Sam thinks it’s a wraith that's found an addictive episode with those who have addictive episodes themselves.”

“A wraith hooked on junkies?”

Cas took a second to consider the rewording before accepting it as a valid one. “Yes.”

Cas dragged his hand down to the small hairs on Dean’s neck before settling his thumb onto Dean’s jawline, drawing circles and patterns into the stubble and the skin he could reach.

Dean didn't have time to repress the shivers that crawled up and down his spine. He gripped Cas’ wrist, pressed a kiss into his palm, and slung himself up. His stomach grumbled as he stretched and leaned forward to press a soft, casual kiss onto Cas’ lips. The morning routine was familiar.

“Burgers first, and then murder.”

Cas wrinkled his nose at the wording. “Then saving people .”

Dean chuckled as he slipped on a new pair of clothes. The cotton t-shirt felt soft and familiar against his skin. “Doing what we do best,” Dean agreed.

The floorboards barely made a creak when he stepped out into the hall, Cas’ barely audible footsteps in tow behind him. The disturbances that echoed in the walls of the old bunker around them were familiar.

When he made his way into the kitchen, Sam and Jack were there, already ready for the road.

“Look who’s finally up,” Sam greeted.

“A man needs his beauty rest,” Dean gestured at himself. “This doesn't come naturally.”

“Can we go to a golf course later? Or maybe even a mini-golf course?” Jack’s eyes were lit up with excitement, his body shaking from barely containable glee.

“Sure, kid. Don't think too much about it when I ultimately take Mini Golf Champion, though. Unfortunately for you, I’ve been playing in that arena for years.”

Sam rolled his eyes but smiled at their light-hearted banter.

Cas’ presence and the warmth of his body was solid beside Dean. The casual exchange of words was familiar. The hearth of his family burned brightly. That was familiar, too.

Baby’s engine rumbled and light vibrations spread throughout the car; a settling feeling Dean appreciated no matter the mood he was in. He gave her dashboard an appreciative pat. As he adjusted the rearview mirror, he spotted Cas in the backseat with Jack, talking to him in a low voice.

Jack nodded intently, and Cas’ mouth graced with a light smile. Soon, Jack was smiling brightly and replying with the cheerful tone in his voice that Dean never got tired of. Sam finished inputting the directions into the GPS, and they headed off down the long road Dean had grown so used to by now. The asphalt that no doubt heated up behind them was familiar. The stature of trees that passed by was familiar. The weight of his family sat stable and heavy in the seats of his car and Dean was grateful for that familiarity.

With ears full of happy chatter and Baby moving underneath his fingertips, he realized he was happy. And he was. He really was. Dean thought he had become a man who needed a constant battle to fight to truly live, but he hadn't, and the relief that hit him was lasting and true. A cheesy and delightful thought flowed happily through him,

Maybe mundane wasn’t so bad after all. But the small things in life made it better. The chatter made it better. Their presences made it better. His family made it better.

Dean awoke from his sleep grumbling. His face was too hot, nothing felt comfortable, his head felt like it was being pricked by a dozen needles at once and somehow his ears could hear both himself and the overwhelming sound of silence.

The material beneath him was hard, and pieces of broken rocks and scattered books dug into his back. It felt nothing like the comfy memory foam mattress of his bed.

He didn’t realize how tired and stuck together his eyes were until he tried to crack them open. He didn’t realize how dry and irritated his throat was until he tried to speak.

“Sammy? Cas?”

With a considerable amount of effort, Dean pulled himself upright. The bunker’s emergency lights were flashing and dust was slowly wafting through the air. Dean squinted through the red alarming backdrops around him.

“Jack?”

His eyes fell on the Ma’lak box. Broken wide open, and the Nephilim supposedly trapped inside was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, everything came rushing back.  

The despair, the grief, the emotions that racked his chest. The ‘accident’ that broke him down to his bare instincts. Protect Sammy. Protect Cas. Protect his family. Protect his familiarity.

On the other side of the room, he spotted a large outline against the dimly lit room.

Sam.

Dean’s heart barely reacted, and he thought it might’ve stopped. His little brother laid unconscious, head propped up against the wall at an odd angle. From his temple, a good stream of blood, once flowing freely, was now preparing to settle in and crust.

“Sam!” Dean croaked out and wobbled over to his little brother as fast as he could.

Just as he came within arms-length, his feet caught and he tripped on nothing. With a glance downwards, he quickly realized that it wasn’t nothing.

On the ground were burned imprints of angel wings. Angel wings that were connected to a body. A body that was wearing a trench coat and a soot-covered blue tie.

No. Weakly fluttered through Dean’s mind, before he swallowed dry nothingness.

He let his body flop onto his knees and gazed around at the mess. Sitting between his angel and his brother, he realized the bunker was shaking and on the brink of collapse. The ceiling spawned more and more cracks by the second and pieces of concrete in the walls crumbled inwards. His heels gave out under him and he didn’t have a single care left about falling on his ass.

He didn’t feel scared. He didn’t feel panicked. Strangely, it felt familiar.

The bunker vibrated and creaked around him. The scorching heat left by Nephilim grace burned in the Ma’lak box behind him. The fabric of his clothes laid the same against his skin.

The knowledge of his family’s end settled rather easily into him.  Eerily easily into him, but he wasn’t in the right mind to tell anymore. The coldness of their bodies numbed him until he couldn’t feel, couldn’t think, and couldn’t tell the time ticking away around him.

As the dust filled his lungs to the point he couldn't draw air, and as the ceilings crumbled down on him, he gripped his broken family and thought,

Maybe mundane wasn’t so bad after all. But the small things made it worse. The creaking and groaning made it worse. The sight of their unnaturally contorted bodies made it worse. His family made it--.

(ao3) (fic on ao3)

[gosecretscribbles]

Stanuary 2019 Week 1 Bonding

“GET BACK HERE!”

“AAAGH!”

Stan chased after the tourist, brandishing his cane in one hand and the crossbow in the other.  The guy had tried to pay for his tour with a baby goat!  What did he think this was, Medieval Europe?!  Goats were not currency!  Goats weren't even profitable!  They just ate, pooped, and stank!

Stan thought he was in decent shape for an old fat guy, but the skinny farmer sprinted to his truck like all the tax collectors in the state were on his heels.  Plus that stupid baby goat was prancing around Stan and tripping him up.  Even so, Stan nearly made it to the truck when the farmer hit the gas.  The engine roared to life and dirt sprayed in Stan's face.  He skidded to a stop, coughing and scraping at his eyes.  

There was a thunk and Stan looked down.  The kid had keeled right over, all four legs straight out.  

“Oh, great, now he's dead!  YOU PAID ME WITH A DEAD GOAT, YA MORON!”

He swung up the crossbow and fired, but the truck hit a bend in the road.  Instead of popping a tire the bolt just hit the license plate and jarred it loose.  It fell off with a noisy rattle as the truck swung around the curve and disappeared, the other goats' bleating quickly fading from earshot.  

Swearing a blue streak under his breath, Stan went to retrieve the license plate.  Never know when you'd need one to throw the cops off your trail.  

Now he had to decide what to do with a dead baby goat.  The next tourist bus wasn't coming until noon, so he had about an hour to figure it out.  He didn't really want to stuff it, but he couldn't think of anything else to do with it.  Hey, maybe he could make his new mechanic do it instead – what was his name, Zeus or something? Sure, that'd work.  He just had to get the goat out of the way until Soup came back from school.  

He reached the goat and bent down to grab its leg.

“Baa-aa-aah.”

“AAH!”

He jumped back.  The goat's ears and tail twitched, then it rolled over and looked up at him.  

“Baa-aa-aah,” it repeated insistently.

“Yeesh, give me a heart attack already,” Stan growled, one hand over his chest.  “If you're looking for food, you're lying in it.  Grass, meet goat.  Goat, meet lunch.  Now stay outta the way, I got a business to run.”

“Baa-aa-aah.”

He went inside to work on more pun-related exhibits for the museum. Those wax figures had brought in a ton of money when he'd first set them up, but business had gone dry a week ago, and he needed another money maker and fast.  Those portal parts didn't come cheap.

The goat bleated from the porch for a solid twenty minutes, then he heard it clopping away.  Stan snorted, then went back to gluing googly eyes on a plastic octopus.  Maybe eight eyes, so it was like a combo spider-octopus?  Yeah, that'd work.  Now he just had to think of a catchy name for it.  Or maybe Octo-spider?  Arachnipus?  Octo-Eyes? Hmm, maybe that'd work...

Stan came out of the Shack in time to greet the next tourist bus.  He didn't see the kid anywhere, so many the dumb thing had wandered into the woods.  Perfect, one less thing to worry about.  He put everyone in the carts and drove 'em out to see random stuff in the forest, like the Tree of the Screaming Tourist.  He told them the eerily twisted bark was an actual tourist whose spirit had been sucked into the tree when he refused to pay for the tour.  (Everyone was suddenly very eager to pay him for the tour.  And tip him.  Generously.)

He drove 'em back and waved them into the bus.  Then he headed back to the Gift Shop.  His pockets were practically bulging with cash.  He definitely had to use that Screaming Tree story more often!  Even if it kind of freaked him out.  Wait, hadn't Ford's journal's mentioned something about –

“Hi, Mr. Pines!”

“AAH!”

He jumped back for the second time that day, glaring down at Deuce, who was standing innocently in the doorway of the Gift Shop.

“Geez, kid, make some noise when you move!”

“Sure, Mr. Pines!  By the way, I didn't know you had a pet goat!”

Deuce moved aside.  That dumb stinky nuisance was sitting on the floor, legs sprawled everywhere, its floppy tail thumping like a puppy's.  

“Baa-aa-aah!”

He groaned.  “That's not a pet.  And get it out of here! Smells like a moldy haystack, and I got some new attractions I need to make for the museum.”  He stepped over the goat and strode to the craft counter in the corner.  “Octo-Eyes was a huge hit! Taxidermic monstrosities are gonna make me a fortune!”

“Couldn't we make this little guy an attraction too?” Moose asked behind him. “I bet you could even give him a punny name!  Like 'Cutebacabra'!”

Stan stopped and turned around.  The goat looked up at him with those weird sideways pupils.  

“Yeah,” Stan said slowly, holding up both hands to frame the little moneymaker.  “Yeah, the Cutebacabra!  Glue on some fake wings, coupla cow legs – maybe some red paint drooling from its mouth! Ha, I love it!”

Bruce beamed at him.  “Thanks, Mr. Pines!”

“Kid, gather every spare stuffed limb I've got and a ton of crazy glue. Then go set up a display for him in the museum.  This creepy cuteness is gonna be our next main attraction!”  

Exactly forty-three minutes later, Stan was showing a new set of tourists into the museum.  He'd already taken them to the Tree of the Screaming Tourist, and now he was gonna milk 'em dry.  Zeus had rigged up a little stage and a red velvet curtain for Chompers.  With a single grand gesture, Stan pulled it aside.  Instantly the crowd went 'AAAAH!' and 'AWWW!'

He grinned and gestured grandly.  Sluice had made it a little vest and glued on every spare animal limb they had.  “That's right, folks, the rare baby Cutebacabra!  The only one in the world!  Pictures are five – no, fifty dollars each!”

Immediately tourists stuffed good ol' Grants into his hands and snapped pictures, flashes going off in every direction.

The goat's eyes went wide and it keeled over, legs straight out.  

A kid in the crowd screamed.  “OH MY GOD IT'S DEAD!”

“WE'RE CURSED!”

“RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIFE!”

“Oh come on!” Stan shouted.  He didn't bother chasing the tourists – he'd pick-pocketed them while they had their eyes on the goat, and he knew they didn't have even two bucks left among the lot of them.  But why in the name of Paul Bunyan did the goat keep playing dead?!  If it had done that two seconds earlier it would've cost him all those picture fees!

“I'm back with the goat feed, Mr. Pines,” Puce said, poking his head into the Museum.  He was dragging a forty-pound bag of feed.  “You didn't give me any money, so I had to pay Mr. Sprotts with three hours of child labor.”  Then he caught sight of the goat, turned white, and dropped the bag.  “SWEET MOSES HE'S DEAD?!”

“No he's not,” Stan scowled.  He reached out and poked the goat with a foot.  The goat twitched, then flipped upright and started gnawing on one of the cow hoofs taped to its back.  “See?”

The goat bleated and head-butted him.

“Aw, he likes you!” Spruce said.

“Ugh, get it offa me.  The darn thing's defective!”  He paused.  “Then again, if I could get it to do it on command...”  Imagine the look on people's faces if he walked his goat into traffic, then made them think they'd hit his Prize German-Australian Longhair Goat!  They'd pay through the nose just to keep him from suing them!

“Eh, he probably just has that myotonic thing.  Or maybe it was myopia?  I always get those two mixed up.”

“Mia-what?”

The gumdrop shrugged.  “Myotonia.  Mr. Sprotts told me about it.  You know how people get startled, and then they freeze up?  It's like that, but for goats.  And it lasts for longer, like their muscles seize up or something.  It doesn't hurt them or anything,” he added, “but it is a genetic thing.  Mr. Sprotts said a lot of his goats got it from the toxic waste dump.”

“So he's being literally scared stiff?”

Moose laughed.  “Good one, Mr. Pines!”

The goat had finished chewing on the cow hoof and proceeded to gnaw on Stan's pantleg.

“Whoops!” Soup pulled the goat away, then set it down in front of the bag of feed and tore it open.  “There ya go, little Gompers!  This'll taste waaaay better.  Trust me, I tried it!”

“Baa-aa-aah!”

Stan watched the goat eating.  “Hey Swoose.”

“It's 'Soos', Mr. Pines!”

“Whatever. You're sayin' the goat just keeps getting scared?”

“Yep!”

“'Cuz it's genetic?”

“Uh, I guess so?”

“Well NOT ON MY WATCH!  After one day of Stan’s Scare-A-Thon Therapy Session, this goat’s gonna be so desensitized it’ll never faint again!”

First, Stan got Moose to wire his satellite to pirate-stream horror movies from Japan.  (Watching these also traumatized Puce, which Stan found hilarious.)  Next Stan hired a clown (who he did not pay) and then practice his jump scares (which made Soos scream so loud it scared off all the birds in a three-mile radius).  After that, Stan converted the Museum into a haunted house, complete with sheet-ghosts, cobwebs, and a looped sound track of death metal, complete with screaming.  He shoved Gompers in and locked it tight.  

He didn't realize until he went back three hours later that he'd also locked the child labor. Moose had collapsed on the floor in the middle of the room – but Gompers was stumbling around bleating to himself.  It didn't look like he'd played dead at all!

Stan grinned.  “Alright, now we're makin' progress!”

“That's great, Mr. Pines,” Bruce gasped.  “You should – oh sweet burrito angels – you should totally save this stuff for Summerween.”

“Summer-what?”

“Summerween!” Soup struggled to sit up and collapsed.  “It's – it's this holiday where – oh man I'm having a panic attack.”

Gompers clonked over, bleated, and started chewing on Soos' face.

Stan roared with laughter and slapped his knee.  “Ha!  This is goat's the best!  Alright, Floose –”

“Soos.”

“Get ready for the main event.  Something even scarier than Japanese horror movies or that weird mold growing in the corner.”

Sue sat up.  “Okay, but if I don't come back, tell my grandma I love her and give all my stuff to charity.”

“The Mystery Shack appreciates your donations!”

Night was falling and the full moon was out.  Luckily Soup had fixed the golf cart right down to the headlights, so they trundled along the beaten road in relative safety.  Gompers and Soos were in the backseat, the kid's arms wrapped around Gompers like it was a really smelly plushy.  He grinned.  When he was done that goat would be almost as hardcore as Stan himself!

When they got close enough, Stan stopped the truck, hustled around to the trunk and started handing a stuff to Soup.  

“Okay. Run ahead and put these all around the tree ahead.  The batteries are all dying so the light'll flicker all weird and creepy.  This one has a full battery.  Lie down at the bottom of the tree, and then when I give the signal, shine it right at the bark.”

“Sure, Mr. Pines!  Which tree is this again?”

“The one with a human soul was trapped in its bark writhing in agony!”

“Ok!”

Stan gave him a shove and then hustled back to the cart, where Gompers was currently chewing on the back seat.  He hopped back in the driver's seat, waited three seconds and then drove slowly up to the Tree of the Screaming Tourist.  It was hard to see the shape of the messed-up bark, which would make it even creepier when Zeus lit up the flashlights.  

He parked, took his portable radio out of the trunk, and then grabbed Gompers.  He set the goat down in front of the tree, backed up, and hovered his finger over the “play” button.

“Okay, Sluice...NOW!”

From the radio, a hollow scream filled the air and the whole tree lit up with a flickering yellow light.  

“Ha! That's perfect!”

“Baa-aa-aah,” said Gompers.

He grinned, but before he could tell Zoop to step it up, the lights suddenly flickered.  They turned orange, then red.  The radio suddenly crackled with static and he dropped it as electricity singed his hand.  The bark of the tree started moving and a huge ghost-y thing ballooned out of it, just a massive face made of fire and fury. Stan backed up with a shout.  Several tree branches snapped and started bending like spider arms.  One of them swung around from the back of the tree – and a certain pear-shaped mechanic was dangling from its twigs.  

He waved.  “Hi, Mr. Pines!  I'm a hostage!”

The spirit's yellow eyes turned on him.  Its pupils went red. “YOOUUUUU!”

“AAH!”

He sprinted for the golf cart, but the spirit lashed out and smashed it with a bark-covered arm.  He grabbed Gompers and held it up.  

“JUST TAKE THE GOAT, TAKE THE GOAT!”

“Do you know how long my spirit has been stuck in that tree, completely alone, just listening to those stupid squirrel-squids chatter about acorns and sushi?  And after years of waiting for you to come back, you finally bring people to visit me – and you tell every last one of them how terrifying I am, so they'll never!  Come!  BACK!”  The face swelled until it blotted out the sky.  Its heat seared his skin. “AM I SCARY ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW, STAN PINES?!”

He screamed and tried to run, dropping the kid, but she swooped down and grabbed him up.  She lifted him higher and higher, squeezing him so tightly he could feel his bones creak.  He could barely breathe!  He had a funny feeling he wasn't the Stan Pines she was talking about, but he couldn't get enough air to tell her that!

“Um, excuse me?  Ms. Tree Spirit?”

They both looked at Soos, who was wiggling one of his chubby little hands to get the spirit's attention.  

“Hrrrrr,” she growled.

He smiled.  “Oh, I'm a him, actually!  Although I do have a feminine softness.  It sounds like you're mad because you've been lonely for so long, right?  But Mr. Pines has been bringing people to see you all the time!”

“They are TERRIFIED of me!”

“Not everyone.”  He pointed.

Gompers was standing on the ground below, absently chewing on a fallen stick. The ghost growled and moved closer, her face distorting until her burning yellow eyes were the size of whole cars, and her face was a gaping maw dripping with reddish flame, mere inches from the goat's puny face.

“DO YOU FEAR ME, LITTLE GOAT?!” she boomed, and her voice was so loud and deep the trees nearby actually shivered and creaked on their roots.

Gompers blinked.  

“Baa-aa-aah,” he said, and resumed his chewing.  

“Hmm.”

“Good goat,” Stan managed.  The spirit scowled and squeezed a little harder.

“But this is not what we agreed to. I don't want people to be afraid of me!”

“But scariness is part of the fun!” Soos said earnestly.  “Plus it's a fun way to spend time together!  My dad never hangs out with me, but Mr. Pines and I watched a horror movie marathon.  And even though I wet myself a couple of times, I wouldn't trade that time for the world.  I'll bet the families who visited you remember how frightening and fun it was, and they'll probably come back to see you again next year!”

Stan could see the spirit thinking it over.  

“Baa-aa-aah,” added the goat.

The spirit snorted and gave Stan a hard look, those ruby peepers staring right into his soul.  “You will keep your promise, Stan Pines?  You will not leave me to suffer in isolation?”

“Guarantee it,” he wheezed.  “Main attraction.  Every tour.  Can't breathe.”

“Very well.  But if you break your promise one more time, the woods will never be safe for you again.”

She let go of Soos and Stan, who hit the forest floor with a dull thump. The spirit withdrew into the bark, lifting her arms to become branches again, while the bark of the trunk twisted and rippled back to its previous shape.  Stan waited for a second, but the tree didn't so much as twitch.  

He sprang to his feet and scooped up the goat.  “Ha!  You did it!  You beautiful monster, you really did it!  You looked that tree-thing straight in the big yellow eye and didn't even twitch!  I bet this goat could handle the frigging apocalypse without batting an eye!”

“Probably!” Soos agreed cheerfully.  

Stan smirked, then mashed Soos' head in a noogie.  “Ya didn't do too bad yourself, there, ya midget.”

“Really?!”

“Uh, are those actual stars in your eyes?”

“For you, Mr. Pines, I would go full-on anime.”

“Don't make this weird, kid.  Now let's see if the golf cart's drivable. I'm allergic to all this bonding and I left my old-man tonic in the Shack.”

“Soda isn't tonic, Mr. Pines.”

“Says you.”

“Baa-aa-aah.”

A/N

“A myotonic goat, otherwise known as the fainting goat, is a domestic goat whose muscles freeze for roughly 3 seconds when the goat feels panic. Though painless, this generally results in the animal collapsing on its side. The characteristic is caused by a hereditary genetic disorder called myotonia congenita. When startled, younger goats will stiffen and fall over. Older goats learn to spread their legs or lean against something when startled, and often they continue to run about in an awkward, stiff-legged shuffle.”

- from a-source-I-forgot-to-save-the-website-for

Also Nour386 came up with the idea about why the Tree was screaming!  I had a different idea but this one is so much better!!!

@nour386

[sheismental]

Insanity — chapter four

teaser | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

a/n: don’t hesitate to ask if you can be tagged!

WARNING: Foul language (PG-13)

summary: twenty-one year old y/n l/n had trained for years to become one of the greatest secret agents in the U.S secret service - There was only one last task to do - only one mission left. And to do so, she has to partner with England’s greatest secret agent, Tom Holland. Taking down an international mobster is dangerous enough, but doing it while someone pulled on your heartstrings? That was insanity.

—

The silence and darkness swallows you into a deep sleep, feeling the comfortable matress underneath you shape to your frame.

Suddenly the bed shifts, a new weight added on it. Your lips twitch and you shift your weight to the side.

“Tom?.” You groan, feeling the sheets graze your skin.

Tom’s lips curve into a smile. “Yes, darling?.” 

You hear his low rumble and you huff, feeling an itch on your throat.

“I thought I said-.”

You watch him as he sits fully onto the bed, his chocolate curls fall messily on his face is illuminated by the moonlight. 

“I’ll behave, I promise.” He leans in closer to you and you swallow hard - Feeling a tingle grow from the pit of your stomach. “Unless you don’t want me to.” His voice is deep and filled with intent as his face hovers over yours. You slowly sit up, backing up as he crawls in closer to you. 

Your eyes dart from his lips to his lustful eyes with a new found feeling. He smiles dauntingly, pressing his body against yours and you can’t find the willingness to push him away - Because you don’t want to.

“Do you want me to?.” His hot breath tickles your face and your lips become dry.

Bony fingers grazing up your arm.

“Do you want me to behave?.” He growls, eyes sparkling with mischief as the tip of his sharp nose touches the side of your cheek, and you suck in breath.

He pushes his lips against yours with eagerness, and you follow his every move. Warm lips roll over yours, he deepens the kiss making you shut your eyes - The back of your head against the headboard as your hands slide up his arms, gripping onto his bicep.

Emotions run high, slow breathings and soft growls fill the room as he takes you in.

You flutter your eyes open, aching to see his face as he kisses you. But it’s all black. 

Oh god

Your lips part in astonishment as you look at your side - Only to see the man in question, a tuft of curly brown hair, his eyes shut while his body is facing yours. His lips part as soft snores come out of them, 

You rub your hands over you face, a puzzled look on your face as you stare at Tom - He was laying right beside you, midriff showing as he slept. Your hands instinctively slide down to your lips, feeling hot as you touch them - What had happened? Why had you dreamt that? A million thoughts raced through your head.

You try to calm yourself, feeling a flush take over your body - Never had you felt so flustered. He sighs slowly, making you startled before he sinks onto the bed with a happy boyish grin. You sigh as well, turning your back to him and obligating yourself to go back to sleep. 

Though it was hardly possible, because everytime you closed your eyes the picure of Tom’s face hovering over you and the feeling of his lips rolling against you came into your mind.

—

Your eyes flutter open - The room stays eerily quiet as streams of light shines through the big windows. You roll your body to the side, noticing Tom’s frame is missing from the bed.

“Good morning.” A deep groggy voice says from the other side of the room, you turn to the other side as you sit up. Watching as Tom walks out of the bathroom, bare chest showing as his sweatpants tugged onto his hips, it would have beem a nice picture - If it weren’t for the fact that your body was still running high from last night’s events. 

“Good morning.” You swallow, licking your lips as you sit straight. He has this puzzled look on his face, boyish grin tugs onto his lips as he sits on the edge of the bed. Your face flushes, imagines of last night’s dream flashing through your mind.

“Harrison invited me for breakfast at a golf club today.” He informs you, eyes locked in yours. You shot your eyebrows up in astonishment, so much for charming him. “So I’m leaving, do you think you can stay here and not stir up any trouble?.” He raises an eyebrow, teasingly.

You frown at him. “Thought you would know better than to ask that, Tom.” You deadpan. 

He chuckles softly, his chest rumbling as the melodic sound fills your ears. 

“I’m just confused at why he would ask you.” You confess, a light yawn taking over you. He sends you a lopsided grin, face thoughtful.

“I think he wants to get to know me better, he clearly fancies you if that makes it any better for you, love.” He explains mischeviously. “Though, to be fair, who wouldn’t be after seeing you in that dress you wore last night.” His eyes sparkle as he says this, and you feel the blush intensify. 

You raise an eyebrow. “Was that a compliment I heard, Tom?.” You tease softly, and he stands up in all his glory - The sunlight bouncing off his chest and face, all you could do was take pleasure in the sight.

“Perhaps it was.” He replies dauntingly. “You know damn well how gorgeous you looked last night, (y/n).” He finishes as he walks back into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

You shut your eyes and sight, asking yourself what was really going on - 24 hours had passed by and you were already being charmed by him? That couldn’t be. That wouldn’t be.

Little did you know, it wasn’t you who was being charmed - It was Tom. He had uneasy feeling growing in him, but he couldn’t quite grasp what it was.

He stares at his reflection in the grand mirror, and he shakes his head slowly while bitting his bottom lip. That wouldn’t be.

—

Tom had kissed your cheek goodbye before making his way to the Rolls Royce. 

“I planted the microphone, I didn’t have a chance to tell you yesterday.” You mumbled to him as he fixed his tie, you stood behind him.

He nodded understandingly. “Nice, you can stay here and check the recordings so far - I’ll see what I can get from him today.” He had said, turning around in the grey suit as he fixed his cufflinks.

“You should consider wearing the dress I wore last night, maybe that can get more information out of him.” You teased and he gave you a deadpanned look.

“I wouldn’t look half as dazzling as you.” He had breathed, deliberately locking eyes with you as he did.

That had been the second compliment in that day, and perhaps your mind had circled around that for far too long.

There were only so many things you could do in a mansion like your own - And after having the most lavish breakfast you had ever had, you made your way up to your bedroom once again. 

You take out the high-tech tablet, a pleased look on your face as the files of last nights recordings were on files, thanking that the signal from the casino to the house was still strong. You take out the earphones, placing them on your ears and clicking on the first recording.

You shut your eyes at the sound of interference before it stops, you fast forward your chat with Harrison - Listening closely for the next voices.

“Ronnie.” Harrison’s soft yet demanding voice fills your ears. “I need all information you can get from Jack and Katherine King, as soon as possible.”

“Yes, boss.”

You smirk to yourself,of course the secret service had already forseen this happening - And there was a whole background on your secret identities.

You fast forward yet again.

“Harrison.” A distorted voice sounds through the earphones. “Son.”

“What an unpleasent surprise, father.”  You can almost hear the venom in Harrison’s voice.

“Is that the way to talk to your old man?.” 

“I supposed you didn’t come here just to greet me, did you?.”

Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, almost feeling the tension in the room.

Richard clicked his tongue. “You know me too well, son.”

Harrison scoffed. “I pride myself with that, you know since I barely even see you or saw you growing up, for that matter.”

“Let bygones be bygones, kid. I come here bearing gifts.”

“What makes you think I need anyting from you?.” Harrison spat and Richard chuckled bitterly.

“Because you would be a fool if you refused this offer, son.” 

A moment of silence.

“You own this side of England, Haz, and i’m proud of you for that - But I own half of the world now, and i’m offering you the other half if you do as I command.” 

“Keep talking.” 

Both of them have demanding voices, you hear footsteps. 

“I’ve got a contact in Istanbul, a scientist - He has built nuclear bombs for the government in the past-.”

“Nuclear bombs?!.” Harrison shouts, scoffing. “Are you fucking insane?.”

“We are on another level, son. You and me, taking what’s ours - Just like we always wanted.”  Richard says with a sly tone on his voice. “But if we are going to talk business then I need to make sure that the walls don’t have ears-.”

“My office is completely secure, father.”

“Then this won’t do any harm.”

A loud beeping noise fills your ears and you take out the earphones immediately, the beeping noise is soon followed by jamming noise. You let out a sigh of frustration. 

Of course Richard was taking things next level and for what you had heard, things were pretty serious - Nuclear bombs? This was already more than what you had bargained for, a sweat rolls down your body - It was a shame you were instructed to maintain radio silence betweent the secret service and you, unless you two had gathered irrefutable proof of Richard’s plans.

And you two had a lot to see and hear before that.

—

You had fallen asleep without really meaning to, but it was understandable since you barely had gotten any sleep last night. It comes as a shock to you when you flutter your eyes open, feeling the soft matress underneath you and a warm comoforter wrapped around you. That was not where you had fallen asleep.

Your mind is dazy, but not that much, you remember last falling asleep on the floor.

You stand up, your bare feet gliding over the carpeted floor as you make your way to the door - Walking out with a normal pace, meaning to walk downstairs until the sound of groans and pants fills your ears.

You knit your eyebrows together before changing your course and following the sound, getting louder as you approached to one of the doors - The last one on the long hallway. 

You reach your hand toward the doorknob, slowly opening it before the scene unfolds before you. Of course it was the training room, you think as you watch Tom’s sweaty body throws a blow at the punching back - He grunts and pants breathlessly as he does this. His back is turned to you, sweat soaking his grey tank top and your breath catches on your throat. 

He feels your eyes on him, turning around with lips parted - Your mind running high on improper thoughts. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty.” He breathes heavily, stopping the punching back from swaying with his fist. 

“Hey you.” You lean your side on the doorframe. “You took me to bed?.” You ask, shutting your eyes at how that sounded and you hear him snicker. “You know what I meant.”

He bites his bottom lip, his curls sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. 

“I did, you looked pretty uncomfortable on the floor.” He replies, taking off the punching gloves and throwing them aside.

“Thanks.” You mumble as you watch him grab his bottle water and gulp down the water. Your throat feels dry as you see this, and you want to kick yourself for ever imagining stuff about Tom. “How did it go with Harrison?.” You ask in a serious tone.

His lips curve downward as he shrugs. “It was fine, we drank and talked. He made sure to express how much he fancies you more times than I would have prefered but other than that.” He shrugs once again, running his fingers through his damp hair.

You smirk lightly. “He did, huh?.”

He sends you a glare. “Don’t forget he is the son of the mobster we are trying to take out.” He states and you lift your palms in the air in surrender.

“I’m just saying, he is attractive though - You can’t blame me.” You tease.

He is not as attractive as you though.

Tom chuckles bitterly. “I mean if you like mobsters, who am I to judge?.” 

You scoff playfully.

“I was kidding, Holland. What’s got your panties in a twist?.” You walk toward him and he glances at you - There was a huge urge to pin you against the wall growing in him.

“None of your business, love.” He growls with a daunting smile and you cock your head to the side. 

“I mean this-.” You lift your hand and gesture the big ring on your finger with a cheeky smile. “Means it’s my business.”

But how could he tell you that he had wanted to kiss you hungrily ever since he saw you on that red tight dress? Even if it was your business, he had to make those thoughts disappear.

Tom avoids your glare as he grabs the bottle of water in between his hands, gripping tighter than usual.

He turns to you, his figure hovering over yours as a light smirk frames his lips. You hold back the need to bite your bottom lip as you watch his sharp features under the bright lights of the room, watching his flushed red cheeks and sweaty body only inches away from you.

“Trust me, darling. You don’t want to know.” 

—

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[krathir]

Meet Shade

Grim stood against the wall just on the edge of an alley, relaxing after getting off work. The Ren’dorei was minding his own business, lifting a cigarette to his lips to light with a flicker of void flames summoned by snapping his fingertips. In the near distance, he could hear the drunken shuffling of several steps and the laughter of men and women coming up his way. There was this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach already, but he didn’t bother moving as he looked off and stared ahead of himself.

Just as his instinct was expecting, the group of people didn’t keep walking. One had stumbled and brushed into Grim, and like the drunk he is, was already puffing up defensively like the Ren’dorei was the one who did it. Part of it could be that his drunk addled mind was more susceptible to the voices that he more than likely heard as he brushed against the man’s armor. Grim took one look at him with black eyes, then turned to simply walk away, but the rest of his buddies closed the narrow gap. A deep breath was taken, violet smoke exhaled out from his void lit cigarette as he stared blandly at the group. “Mn...” “Did’ya hear me Void fucker? My friend wants an apology from you.” One of the men stated, boldly stepping forward to get up in Grim’s face.

Grim stared blankly at the man, not even flinching as his face got inches from his. The rest of them laughed and snickered, nudging one another at the insult given to the Ren’dorei. Dark eyes swept from the man in his face to the rest of the group slowly, “Void fucker, huh?” He finally spoke, voice a deep reverberation that was altered by the void transformation. Inside his mind, a voice was getting louder and more testy.

“Yeah, you heard me. Now apologize to my friend.” The man said, puffing himself up to make himself look larger.

Grim wasn’t impressed nor intimidated. He simply looked to him, then over to the rest, focusing on the one that had stumbled into him earlier. Another human male. Then he looked back to the man who seemed inclined to be inches from his face. “...Sorry your friend can’t hold his liquor and walk a straight line.” The words were spoken dryly. The voice in his head seemed to approve of the sarcastic response, cackling.

Clearly the group didn’t find it funny, soon as their drunken minds processed what he said. The one in Grim’s face aimed to take a swing at him as his face contorted in alcohol-induced rage. These were not the kind of men and women that became better fighters when drunk, it seemed. The assassin was easily able to dodge the punch, twisting his body and catching the man’s wrist. Soon as the momentum stopped, he twisted the arm the wrong way painfully and pinned the man’s body against the wall with his other palm and his own body’s weight. The voice inside of his head practically thrashed in violent energy, and it took a moment for Grim to school himself, before growling out against the man’s ear. “Walk away, you’ll live longer.”

Grim released him as he slipped through the opening now created, turning to stare cold eyes at the others. “All of you.” With that, he turned to leave back through the alley, going into the recesses of his mind to argue with the voice.

Thunk! A chunk of broken off stone struck him from behind, the heavy weight of the strike and his thoughts elsewhere making the assassin stumble a step or two forward in shock. His armor had hardened across his back to absorb the impact and spread it out, but he still felt his muscles throb in protest. The Ren’dorei stood there silently, a thousand yard stare given to the ground as his shoulders hunched forward. The group was laughing behind him, congratulating the woman’s good aim. A stream of smoke exhaled from his lips and then he parted them to a twitchy, manic smile. Enough of one to release his cigarette, that fell to the ground in a puddle of Gods know what.

He rolled himself upward, powerful shoulders rolling like a cat just waking from its slumber and working to warm his sleeping muscles up. “Aaah...” Shade practically purred in a much less monotonous tone. “Freedom!” His head lulled back as he drew in a deep breath like it was his first taste of fresh air - not so fresh in the alley, then the head slowly turned to the side to cast a look over his shoulder at the group who seemed dumbfounded by the change of demeanor. “And whooo do we have to thank for that?” Shade turned around to face them, eying them over with dark eyes. “A bunch of piss ant drunks that are too stupid to heed a very serious warning.”

“Well, I mean, let’s not give you lot aaall the credit. There were other factors to help free me. See there’s this giiirl that my other half and I annoyingly seem infatuated with at the moment. Some strong urge to protect and shadow her pretty little head, even if her softness is also...infuriating. Makes us go all coo-coo in the head, you know? Even after talking to our friend who was a fling for awhile, who oddly seemed encouraging of us pursuing the little flower--sorry, star. Seams start widening in my prison and Grim - as much as I admire his strength - struggles with controlling my half that much more. You little shits just had to stumble drunkenly by and destabilize an already unstable entity just that little further. Tip the scale in my favor, so to speak!” Shade threw his head back to cackle like a hyena, then slowly looked back down at the men with a deadpanned expression. His hands came up to clap, slowly and clearly unimpressed. “Well done, dipshits. Weeeelll done.”

All of them looked to one another oddly, then back to the Ren’dorei. They were now second guessing themselves here. Clearly they wanted to be upset with the guy, who insulted them yet again and was talking like a condescending jackass to them, but there was a part of them - that fight or flight mechanism in people’s heads - that screamed at them to drop it. One decided to finally ignore the screaming and grump out, “You talk too much, Void fucker.”

Oh look, it’s the man with the one note insults. Shade zeroed his sights on that man and stretched a slow, toothy grin at him. Those fangs look sharp. “Do I?” The golf clapping stopped, “And you lot don’t know when to quit. You don’t listen to that primitive side of you telling you you ought to be running the other way right now, because a big ol’ predator is in the vicinity. Psst, that’s me.” The last bit was said in a loud stage whisper, hand cupping to the side of his mouth as he did it. Then that hand turned, gesturing with fingers in a come hither gesture. “Well, come on then, come teach me a lesson. Make sure to bring your friends. You might have a better chance at taking me on!”

Once again they were hesitating at the entrance of the alley, reconsidering. Shade twitched, like a malfunctioning machine, impatiently. A head jerk, the flexing of fingers, then he let a taunting grin spread over his lips in a final jab. “Pussies. I know at least one of you have one...I think.” Shade stared at the feminine one, cocking his head. “But do you all gotta act like one?”

That seemed to do it. All at once they came unglued, charging - stumbling drunkenly towards the Ren’dorei. Shade laughed in giddy amusement, deciding to toy with them at first. Let them think they may be able to get the upper hand, after all it was four to one. At first he had dodged or deflected their strikes, one had even pulled out a switchblade that he moved away from. Then, he allowed them a few blows. Those few blows turned into several as Shade hunkered down under the weight of them practically dog piling him, throwing kicks and punches and stabs. The whole time he was cackling, taunting, and grunting at the blows.

Then... “Okay! Okay! Play time’s over.” Suddenly shadows shifted, quickly skittering towards Shade from the dark reaches of the alley.

The alley seemed to have gotten all the more darker, any light source nearby dimming or being completely blocked out. A deeper sense of dread sat heavily on everyone’s chest. Enough for the drunken goons to halt their onslaught. A violent pulse around the man sent his attackers flying backwards on their asses, their balance shit thanks to alcohol. Shade pushed himself slowly to his feet, and as his hands left the shadowed ground, the shadows stuck to his hands like black ink. That ink was thick, viscous, more like tar and it was shaping into long sharp claws. In the maddening language of Shath’Yar, he cursed them all, his voice less taunting and more a sinister hiss that bounced off the alley walls. He marked their doom.

Armor and flesh started to rip off him like ribbons tangling together and vanishing to the darkness as he stretched taller, his material form growing incorporeal and monstrous before their eyes. It was then that his dark eyes actually shifted hues, violet like the void power the pulsated over him. The entity stared down at the four, now a towering mass of living shadow, maw splitting open to reveal rows of dripping black jagged teeth - similar effect to the claws. A desired effect, as all of them suddenly screamed frozen in terror. Just before Shade crashed down on top of them and started to shred violently.

Minutes later, a deafening silence filled the area after so much screaming. It’s a wonder no one in the city heard it, or perhaps was simply used to it by now when it came to certain alleyways - like this one. But now the fight was over and Krathir appeared crouched down in nothing but his tanktop and boxers, covered in sticky blood. The man released a shuddering breath, as shedding his material form was still both painful pleasure and horrifically weird to him. But, soon as he recovered, his dark eyes swept over the mess surrounding him. Gore strung from one end to the other of the alleyway, and he was left exposed thanks to sated shadows not replenishing his living armor.

Slowly Grim stood, blood dripping fingers twitching at his sides as he considered his options. He needed to clean this up, and fast. Thankfully there was a well nearby. The larger pieces of the bodies were piled together, out of the way, to be disposed of later and the blood was ushered to wash down the storm drains by use of buckets of water. It wasn’t perfect, but there was so much muck here in the alley that it’d be hard to tell what had just transpired here.

The clean up was enough for the man to recover, stoicism back into place and, while he still did not summon his armor yet, he did replenish enough of his energy to rip open a rift. Body parts were tossed in first, making certain he got everything, and then the man himself stepped through. He only knew of one person that could help him at this time, and that was Parish...

[cuddlysmii7y]

Calming Sense ((Pandawrecker))

Anthony stormed out of his office, slamming his door as he left so he wouldn’t hear the voices on the other side. He kicked the couch in frustration hard enough to make his foot hurt. He let out a string of swears that he had been keeping since throwing off his headset during his recording session.

“Anthony?”

Anthony turned his head to see Ryan walking out of the kitchen with what was probably his 7th cup of coffee for the day.

“Yes? Ryan?” Anthony asked through clenched teeth.

Ryan sighed before setting his mug down on the coffee table. “Where you playing Golf With Friends again?” “You fucking know I was! I told you this morning that the recording session was tonight!” “I was just confirming it.” Ryan said calmly as he took Anthony by the arm, leading him to sit down. “Its so fucking stupid!! It just makes me wanna-” “Hey, hey, hey, hey, come on now. Its just a silly little game.” Ryan started rubbing Anthony’s hand as a soothing gesture. “They were all just trying to fuck me over and it just makes me so fucking pissed!“ Anthony yelled, wacking the side of the armrest with his forearm. “Ant, we’ve talked about this. Let’s take some deep breaths, yeah?” “Yeah and we’ve also talked about your fucking dependency on coffee!! And you’re still not doing anything about that!!” “But coffee is good!” Ryan giggled. “You’re too goddamn adorable.” Anthony sighed, leaning against the other. “And you’re too damn scary when you’re mad.” Ryan crossed his arms. “You’re taking the rest of the evening off to relax.” “I’m sorry, Ry,” Anthony kissed the top of Ryan’s head. “But then you are too. No 2 a.m. Twitch streams behind my back, got it?” “Fineee.” Anthony grinned as he pulled Ryan closer. He brought Ryan down with him as he leaned back to lie down. “Antttt! There’s not enough room!” Ryan squirmed in Anthony’s arms. “We’re gonna fall!” “Well, if you keep wiggling around we are.” Anthony chuckled. “Then let’s go to bed.” “Nah, its pretty comfortable here.” “Maybe for you!” Ryan pouted. Anthony grinned as he slowly brought his hands up Ryan’s shirt. “Anthony…” Ryan looked at him with wary eyes. “Yes?” Anthony said, hands moving up Ryan’s sides. “You’re- you’re gonna ma-make us fall…” Ryan said, trying to controll his voice. “You mean if I do… this?” Ryan squealed with laughter as Anthony tickled his ribs. Anthony didn’t just stop at a couple little laughs though. He continued his assault on Ryan’s most ticklish spots. Anthony wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist, trapping him in a bear hug as he ran his fingers up and down Ryan’s sensitive sides. Anthony rolled them up into a sitting position with Ryan straddling him. Ryan rested his head on Anthony’s shoulder, panting as he tried to catch his breath. “You okay there, Ohmie?” Anthony tilted his head down at Ryan. Ryan nodded. “Just… attempting to get air back into my lungs.” Ryan said with a light smile. “Good.” Anthony smirked before suddenly bringing them onto the floor. “What are you-” Ryan was cut off as he was once again subjected to Anthony’s merciless tickles. Ryan shrieked as Anthony tickled his stomach. He kicked around to try to get away. Ryan managed to wriggle out of Anthony’s grasp. He tried to quickly crawl his way out of reach but Anthony grabbed his ankles. “Where do you think you’re going?” Anthony chuckled. “Jigglesss! Noooo!!” Ryan giggled as he sat up to kiss Anthony. Anthony pulled Ryan into his lap as he leaned back against the couch. Ryan grabbed the sides of Anthony’s face as they kissed. They broke apart every couple of seconds when Ryan couldn’t contain his nearly hysteric giggles. Anthony rubbed his thumbs lovingly up and down Ryan’s hips, making Ryan squirm with over-sensitivity. “A-Antho-ny.” Ryan gasped. “Is it too much, babe?” Anthony chuckled lightly. Ryan nodded against Anthony’s cheek, Ryan’s temple rubbing on his scruff. “Sorry, sorry. But you’re so heavenly when you laugh.” Ryan tiredly slapped Anthony’s chest and mumbled something that was probably “shut up”. Anthony laughed before placing a kiss on Ryan’s forehead. Anthony stood up, with Ryan staying on by wrapping his legs around Anthony’s waist and tiredly clutching to Anthony’s sleeves. “You wanna go to bed?” Anthony asked as he peppered kisses across Ryan’s cheekbone. “Its only 10 o'clock!” Ryan straightened up to look in Anthony’s warm eyes. “Beds aren’t just for sleeping!! They’re also for cuddling, resting, fu-” “Cuddling!” Ryan jumped in quickly, a blush starting to creep up on his face. “Let’s just cuddle!” “Alright, cutie. We can do that.” And with that, Anthony walked them to their bedroom, all the while being careful not to accidentally bash Ryan into a wall or doorframe. Once they were finally in the bedroom, Anthony tossed Ryan onto the bed before crawling on top of him. Ryan giggled as Anthony pressed a kiss on his nose. “Lay down! You said we could snuggle.” “Fiiine, fineeee. If I haveee tooo.” Anthony sighed dramatically. Ryan rolled his eyes before playfully shoving Anthony off to the side and pouncing on him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Anthony raised his brow. Ryan didn’t give him a verbal answer. Instead, he flopped down on top of Anthony. "You comfy up there?” Anthony chuckled. Ryan shivered as he felt the vibrations through Anthony’s chest. He snuggled his head under Anthony’s chin, grinning as Anthony’s arms wrapped around his waist. Ryan reached up to play with Anthony’s hair. The two drifting into relaxation. Ryan continued stroking Anthony’s hair as Anthony’s breathes got slower and deeper. Ryan strained his neck to place a kiss on Anthony’s cheek. Later that night a message popped up in the group’s discord. Ohm: pls stop making anthony rage so hard he leaves the game. I don’t want to have to patch a hole in the wall or buy a new couch. Thanks Terroriser: *typing* Ohm: and brian before you say anything, no we did not fuck and break the couch ~Fin~

[finsterhund]

stressful day

today was a vet appointment extra early. I promised Cazza she wouldn’t have to have a biopsy again because I genuinely believed since they already got the biopsy that today’s tests would be easier. Nope. Yet more biopsy. Guess they couldn’t use the old ones or something. Frustrated immensely.

my roommate for both appointments made plans during the appointments so he dropped us off which is not enjoyable considering we need all the support we can get. He then mentioned how we asked him to come back too soon for him to eat the food he got when he was out on his own. This makes me think about how when we get food I pay for both. Which also frustrates me.

So now I have to wait for MORE biopsy results to then see the chemo specialist to determine what type of chemotherapy she needs. It feels like they’re running me in circles.

Fortunately I have been getting some donations. And I thank you all so much for that.

I’m also planning to do fundraising streams on twitch so if you have any ideas lemme know.

Today the stupid phone service decided to be down. So I missed my psychiatrist appointment. Very pissed off. It’s Rogers fault. My phone provider uses the Rogers towers. It’s technically back up now but I’m still receiving an error. Hoping it at least functions as it should for me to interact with the chemo people and get the biopsy results back.

I am still feeling extremely hopeless. Financially especially. The vet felt the need to tell me repeatedly how expensive chemo is. And it pisses me off. Why should life saving treatment cost so much? Why should it cost anything at all? It’s cruel and unfair and just solidifies how much I hate modern society, rich people, and capitalism. Then I start thinking about how in the US chemotherapy for CHILDREN isn’t free as well and that makes me so fucking mad.

I am still going to fight. Nothing about that has changed.

I have a severe stomach ache but the good news in all this is that Cazza’s tummy problems are over. That means we’re back to regular walks and I’m not taking her out at 1AM and 7AM anymore. So hopefully I can get at least some sleep so I’m not constantly running on psychosis brain migraine bullshit.

I’m going to post much of this as an update on the gofundme. When I’m able to sound more functional and less violently rageful. Writing things out has been hard mentally because of the state I’m in.

Cazza is feeling well though. That’s what matters. We found another golf ball on our morning walk but I left that one there in case somebody else wants to find a treasure.

[alzindiana]

Fundraise Virtually for The Longest Day

During this time of social-distancing, fundraising through The Longest Day presents an opportunity for your community to join together virtually, while physically apart. Take your party, run, or golf outing virtual. Below is a list of ideas to get you started.

No matter how you choose to fundraise, lead with why. When you register at alz.org/tld, be sure to share the reason you are fighting to end Alzheimer’s and all other dementias. You can even include a photo of the person you’re honoring. This will inspire others to join you in the fight.  

Virtual Fundraising Ideas

Boardgame-a-thon. Ask your network and their families to play board games for an extended period of time. Ask for donation bets on who will win. You can even set up online board games with friends at Tabletopia.com.

Concert or karaoke. Offer to sing songs live on Facebook or Instagram - take requests in exchange for a donation. Play the Alzheimer's Association Musical Moments as people log on.

Cooking lesson. Share a video of yourself making one of your favorite recipes. Let others know why this recipe is special to you and include an ask for support. Create and share a digital cookbook in exchange for a donation.

Dance class. The Jitterbug of the 1930s, the Hand Jive from the movie Grease, the Floss and everything in between. Teach the moves, share why you are motivated to fundraise and ask for donations.

Demo class. Use your skills to virtually teach your friends. Are you skilled at yoga? Drawing? Sewing? Host a virtual class and ask for a donation to participate.

Facebook Fundraiser. Launch a Facebook Fundraiser through your Participant Center. Use Facebook Live from your Facebook Fundraiser to share your story or activity and invite others to give.

Group marathon. Ask 26 of your friends to join your team, run a mile, and raise $100 to help #endalz.

Harry Potter trivia night. Ask for a donation to participate. Decorate your home, invite participants to dress up and give an award for the best costume. Set up a group trivia competition using Crowdpurr.

Letter writing campaign. A handwritten note will go a long way. Share why you are participating and ask for a donation. Get the kids involved and have them draw pictures or add notes as well.

Makeup or nail painting tutorial. Great for kids and adults. Use your cosmetology or manicure skills to virtually teach your family, friends and neighbors. Host a virtual class and ask for a donation to participate.

Paper, Rock, Scissors tournament. Focus on creating a fun competition, lead with why you are participating, ask for donations and you will achieve your goals.

Movie night. Use Netflix Watch Party or any video system, invite friends to watch a movie with you and donate what they would usually spend at the theatre. Add a theme - 80’s movies, old Westerns, or Musicals - dress up accordingly. Add a movie trivia competition using Crowdpurr. You could even mail a bag of popcorn to get people excited!

One-day flash fundraiser. Think one-day flash sale, translated to fundraising. Send emails, texts, post updates on the hour and go live. Share your story and ask for donations during your 24 hours. Don’t forget to build up the excitement by promoting it in advance.

Puzzle with me. Invite your virtual community to assemble puzzles. Ask participants to post photos, share the number of pieces, and make a donation. Set a puzzle piece goal, post updates and encourage donations.

Scavenger hunt (inside). Households join as a team and donate to play. Each team is sent a small list of items to find in their home. The first team to find all of their items and provide video evidence wins! Encourage teams to challenge each other to find additional items and make bets to see if they can find them or not.

Silent auction or virtual garage sale. Auction items or sell using Facebook Marketplace or Instagram. Sell for an extended period of time and share why you are participating. Don’t forget to ask for donations alongside your sales.

Text. Text your network and ask them to donate by texting Solstice to 51555 and entering your name. Share your story and include a picture of who you are honoring.

Unplanned staycation. Have a fundraising staycation. Do an online tour of all the places you would have gone and make a self-donation in place of each location. Ask donors to sponsor an unseen site and ask trivia questions to help them guess the site.

Wacky wager. Livestream, using Facebook Live, YouTube, Twitch, or another platform. Ask your community to donate to keep singing, cleaning your house, etc. or for you to do something wacky in return. If five people donate $50 each, you’ll record yourself trying the latest dance move, dying your hair or singing a rival’s fight song.

Workout challenge. Ask for a donation for each exercise activity you can complete. Challenge others to complete more than you. Sit-ups, lunges, jump rope, bench press a kid, get creative or host a biggest loser challenge.

Technology to Support Virtual Fundraising

Technology makes fundraising easier and helps you connect with more people. If you need to, assign a family member or friend to be your tech expert. They can implement whatever you need from their own home.

Market your fundraiser

Share on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and LinkedIn.

Get kids involved to create short-form mobile videos on Tiktok.com and send out a digital invite.

Try Evite.com or Punchbowl.com.

Create awareness using the 2020 Alzheimer’s Association Facts and Figures video.

Select a video platform. Houseparty.com, Discordapp.com, Zoom.us, or Google Meet enables a group video experience. Utilize Youtube.com to share videos. Broadcast real-time video using Facebook Live.

Utilize technology for your specific fundraiser

Bridgebase.com and trickstercards to play bridge with friends, solo, or host a tournament. You can even earn American Contract Bridge League masterpoints and support your local club.

Play online board games or Uno with friends at Tabletopia.com or Letsplayuno.com.

Watch movies and chat with your friends online using Netflixparty.com.

Create a customizable live crowd trivia for free with crowdpurr.com.

Live stream with twitch.tv, tiltify.com, mixer.com, or www.facebook.com/gaming.

Thank your donors. Send your appreciation with customizable eCards. Try www.smilebox.com or www.bluemountain.com. Show your thanks in a fun way by sending a personalized JibJab.com video.