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Messages - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Messages

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah

Warnings: smut (18+ only), mutual masturbation, phone sex (sort of)

Summary: Missing him something fierce, Sarah sends Quinn a video of herself in his bed.

Word count: 1,600

Comments: 2 stories in 2 days? Who am I? In all seriousness, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and tonight felt like a good night for it to go into the world.

This snapshot is way out of the beginning-ish timeline I’ve been sticking to for a while. Hope you enjoy!

Messages

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

Don’t listen until you’re alone.

Quinn was always interested when Sarah messaged him in the middle of the day. She was usually in school, so if she had something to say, it was important.

This cryptic message, though, really piqued his interest.

A few seconds later, a video came through. The preview was black. He glanced around at the guys on the bus. No one seemed to be paying him any attention, and his airpods were in, so no one would overhear.

It was likely just her telling him a story with a lot of foul language. She always prefaced those this same way, not wanting anyone else to overhear despite his insistence that anyone he hung around with wouldn't be bothered.

So, he took the chance and pressed play.

Nothing changed. The screen stayed black, and it was quiet for a long while. He clicked to make sure it was playing. The progress bar at the bottom informed him there were two minutes left. The lighting was so dim, he wasn’t sure if he could see something in the top corner of the screen or not.

Then came the sound of her breathing - hitched, quick breaths that reminded him distinctly of being in bed with her. Tiny little moans followed. The kind that always made him want to make her really moan.

He gulped.

Eyes glued to the screen, Quinn listened as her breathy moans got louder.

Suddenly, it clicked. The video was of the ceiling. Of his ceiling. He could just make out the outline of the light fixture over his bed. The idea of her touching herself in his bed almost made him moan out loud.

His thoughts raced along with his heart.

He'd given her a key a few weeks before after she told him she liked to study there - it was so beautiful and so much quieter than her place or anywhere on campus. There was no point in it sitting empty while he was on the road, especially when she studied there when he was home, anyway.

Never in a million years had he thought she would be masturbating in his bed.

“Quinn,” her voice swam through his veins. His tongue felt heavy with the longing to kiss her, and his suit pants grew uncomfortably tight.

Holy shit.

HOLY SHIT.

He clicked out of the video, cutting off her next words that sounded like they might be, "I wish -"

He couldn't listen to this here. They were just about to get to PNC. He would have to walk into the arena in less than 10 minutes with photographers and social media teams taking pictures and videos. He couldn’t walk off the bus with his lower half standing at attention like this. He’d be all over the internet in no time. Chirped by the team and his friends for the rest of his life.

Closing his eyes, he thought about swimming in the lake, taking a cold shower, and his high school math teacher.

His body finally relaxed.

What the hell, Sarah? He messaged her then, ignoring the pull in his stomach to click on the video again. He could do it later, after a win over the Hurricanes. I’m on the bus.

I TOLD YOU TO LISTEN ALONE!

No one else heard. WHY would you send this in the middle of the day? And tell me not to watch it! Of course I’m watching it with that warning.

Deciding she ought to just be honest, Sarah chewed her lip as she typed, I didn’t want to lose the nerve. I felt like if I waited until tonight, I might chicken out. I thought you were in the arena already.

Quinn almost asked her why she was sending it in the first place. They’d had phone sex only once, and that was just two nights ago, when he had an evening off with no roommate and could catch her before bed with the time change. It had been exciting and awkward, but ultimately fulfilling for both of them. Even still, he didn't really expect it to happen again until his next road trip.

I’m sorry if I messed up your pre-game.

A smile melted onto his face. You didn't. Caught me off guard is all.

I did warn you.

“What’s got you blushing, Huggy?” Connor asked, leaning over to look at the phone screen.

At least 10 heads swiveled to look at him, and despite his attempts to remain cool, Quinn felt his face get warmer.

“Nothing,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket.

Connor arched an eyebrow, but didn't press.

In the locker room, before putting his phone away, he sent her one last message before the game.

Miss you. Call you after.

Finally, alone in his hotel room after a hard fought win over the Hurricanes, Quinn called Sarah. It was nearly midnight in Vancouver. She might be sleeping, but he always called, even if just to leave a message.

“Hey,” she answered, voice husky and groggy.

“Hi.”

“How do you feel?”

“Better now,” he said, sitting on the end of the bed, glad to be out of his suit and in his basketball shorts.

“You played so good tonight, Q.”

“Thanks,” he said. “How was your day?”

He knew he should let her go back to sleep, but he wanted to keep talking a little longer. Missing her was a physical thing to him now. An elephant in every hotel room.

“Fine,” she said before yawning loudly. “Nothing major to report.”

“Other than you sent me a video so I could hear you getting yourself off in my bed.” He tried to say it nonchalantly, but it still came out a little desperate.

She laughed. “True. That was a pretty big thing.”

“Why did you do it?” he asked. “Not that I'm complaining, but you've never done anything like this before."

Sarah rolled over, switching the phone to her other ear.

“Honestly? I'm ovulating, and this morning I was so horny I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I missed you so much, and your bed smells so much like you, and I kept thinking, wouldn't it be hot if Quinn could hear me right now?”

He hummed.

“And then I thought, he could, technology is a thing. So I started recording and just kept thinking about you in your hotel room, getting off to the sound of me and my vibrator. And God, it was so hot. I mean, you know.”

“I don't,” he said, his voice pitched higher. He didn't even need her video. He was getting worked up right now.

“You haven't listened yet?”

“I haven't been alone.” It was the worst part of playing a team sport. He had so little time to himself.

She giggled, but it was interrupted by another yawn.

“Go back to sleep,” he said. “I'll call you tomorrow. Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Night Quinn. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Sarah. Four more days.”

“Four more days,” she repeated. “I can't wait to see you.”

“Me either. Get some sleep now.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

Hitting the end button, he flopped back on the bed and sighed. Before Sarah had come into his life, he would have been out partying, taking in the nightlife with the prospect of a late afternoon practice the next day, and nothing to worry about in the morning. Now, it felt pointless. He wanted Sarah. He didn’t want anyone else. He never really liked hookups, even when he was younger and single - it took him too long to open up to people - but traveling away from her was harder than he had expected.

He lay there for a minute, thinking of her before his curiosity and excitement got the best of him, and he played the video. Setting the phone next to him, he closed his eyes. It was easy to imagine her in his bed that morning, wanting him.

“Quinn,” she moaned, “I wish you were here.”

“I wish I was too,” he groaned, running his hand up and down his length that he’d pulled out of his shorts.

She began to grunt softly. It was something she always did when she was trying to get to the right spot or angle.

His breathing began to huff.

“Do you like it, Q?”

“Yes,” he all but moaned. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was glad he’d clicked off the video earlier that day. If he’d gotten this far into it, he wasn't sure he could have stayed quiet.

Here, in the dim light of a nice hotel he didn’t remember the name of, the sound of the city all around him, Quinn let his mind focus on Sarah, imagining it was her hand on his hard cock rather than his own.

“I can’t wait to have you home and have you inside me.”

His mind flew into a frenzy. He was never deleting this video.

She made a louder noise then and whined, “Quinn, I’m so close.”

God, he was too.

The tell-tale sound of her coming orgasm spilled out of his phone - sheets rustling, panted breaths, little moans and mewls.

Her voice tipped high, and he knew she was riding a wave of pleasure.

He squeezed his hand, trying to get a more realistic feeling. Grunting, gutterally and deep, he spilled onto his own chest.

His breathing slowed down as he lay there, feeling his heart pound in his chest.

“I miss you, Quinn," she said before the phone went silent.

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silversims · 4 months ago

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Snowdrop Blossom | Amaryllis Blossom | Rose Blossom Marigold Blossom | Hibiscus Blossom | Gladiolus Blossom Jasmine Blossom | Morning Glory Blossom | Asteria Blossom Orchid Blossom | Lavender Blossom | Edelweiss Blossom Freesia Blossom | Caladrius Blossom | Plumeria Blossom DOWNLOAD THE BLOSSOM FAMILY HERE *If you're just here for berry sim downloads, don't click the read more. If you want an update on Crystal's future, what I said in the tags in Gen 1's post, and where we're going, read on.

So. Shop talk time.

Crystal will be my first, last and only full Sims 4 story.

After struggling for...six months or so now with a proper scene by scene outline for Gen 1 (GEN 1! GEN-F'ING ONE!) for Blossom, starting over and over and over and over and--I have 18 drafts for this thing. Not even my million word plus fanfic has gotten that many drafts I don't--I can't even. But I don't say that to flex. I say this to explain that, after yet another failed drafting attempt didn't work, I had a long sit and think about if I even wanted to tell this story and the answer is...no. I don't. To be completely honest, I'm sick of the Sims 4 and how it plays, how unstable it is as more and more updates are released, and I say that as someone who pirated the damn thing and doesn't update until absolutely necessary. So when I say the thought of having to use it for another 6+ years was heavy...well, yeah, it was heavy.

And I do mean 6+ years. I started playing Gen 1 of Crystal in April 2019 (we don't count Gen 0, that was two days and on rails) and it is now August 2024. Five years later and we're not done with Gen 6! 7 is ready to go, sure, but I still have to play > cap > edit > post > write dialogue for Gens 8, 9, and 10*! At its current pace, Crystal has enough material to last into the early part of 2027. Add three more gens to that and we're looking, probably, at 2030 before it's done. That's a long time. 11 years for 11 gens and one AU (which we also don't count that was on rails too--). Blossom would have been 13 gens and a shorter prologue, so 13 years. That is too long. That is too heavy. As much as I adore some of the concepts I created, I can't have this...thing clinging on for that long. I can't. it does not spark joy, so it will be discarded. Crystal will be finished. I am currently retooling Gens 8 through 10 to incorporate my favorite ideas from Blossom into it, but this thing is over half done and I will not abandon it. After it's finished, this blog will be retired.

If anyone wants to take my sims up for download and use them in their own legacies, please please please please please do so freely!!! That's what I uploaded them for, and when Crystal is done they'll go up, too. *Gen 10, Silver? Yes, my friend. Gen 10. A nice round number...and a nice dramatic ending where we began. :3 You'll see.

#ts4 #sims 4 #berry sweet sims #berry sweet sims download #cas legacy series #cas legacy: disney princess rainbowcy #silver speaks

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diatomaceous-worth · 10 months ago

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More on the youtuber au... (from this art)

Ok don't kill me but it's also a soulmate au. and because I've been drafting it for a long time and it might be good while before anything finished sees the light of day, here a detailed synopsis.

So...we can start with Alfred. He lives with his brother who is getting fed up that he's late on rent each month. It's been months since Alfred's graduated high school and maybe he'll enroll in the community college but he doesn't really know what he wants to do. He's just been working odd jobs. The best he can do now is at the pizza joint, which is always sure to never give him enough hours to go full time. But it's ok, because when he's not doing that he's making youtube videos.

He and Kiku would make them as kids, and now he's giving it his all, trying the cinnamon challenge, posting videos of him playing minecraft and crazy Dota moments. He's really hoping something will take off. But it's hard. None of his shit gets any views. Not nearly as much as the most fucking annoying youtuber: Arthur Kirkland.

He makes the most basic ass lifestyle videos like "my boyfriend does my makeup" and "going to high tea" or "animal crossing house tour" shit. Why millions of people care about that pip pip cheerio fuck is beyond him.

Something about him just irrationally ticks him off. Maybe it's because he doesn't seem deserving of fame. Maybe because Arthur has many times been petty and gotten involved in twitter spats that just make him look bad. Maybe it's because he's weird. In every video, he always wears gloves. He never takes them off, and he always dodges questions about it.

On r/KirklandSnark some people have picked up that he always wears long sleeves, too. The leading theory on the sub, which became such an often repeated and heated topic that Alfred banned discussion on it, is that he's hiding his soulmate mark. That it extends from his hands onto his arm. (Alfred's theory however is that he does it to seem eccentric for views)

But maybe it's true, maybe it's not. Alfred's gut tells him that Francis is not Arthur's soulmate. Alfred has noticed Arthur does share a lot about his life but he is also closed off in a lot of ways. Yet making a video on the topic of soulmates would only benefit Arthur. Youtubers talking about which soulmate mechanism they have, or how they met their soulmate; people eat that shit up. Because all the unmatched young people want to imagine themselves meeting their soulmate and how magical it could be, or they want to figure out which soulmate mechanism they will have.

Alfred doesn't openly admit it but he has spent way too much time watching videos like that. Can you blame him though? For being nineteen and never having felt any connection to his soulmate? If they even exist?? He has never woken up with words on his skin nor felt any sensation that wasn't his. Never seen a glimmer of a red thread out of the corner of his eye nor found any mark on his body that might tie him to another.

Meanwhile he has to sit on the bus and bear witness to strangers bumping into each other and freaking the fuck out about it because they said each other's words. They don't even carry barf bags on buses did you know that?

But Alfred doesn't want to give up hope. Someone is out there for him.

Arthur Kirkland on the other hand?

The topic of soulmates brings him misery. Soulmates are a blight. They are bloody inconvenient. Why should he be destined to anyone? Doesn't he have a choice? Will his dense as bricks soulmate every stop cheating on tests?

He was ten when the first ink appeared on his skin. He remembered how profound it felt. To watch the scribbles bloom over his arms and palms. He knew what it was, and he wrote back a simple reply. An introduction, his name.

The lack of response was the first step to his disillusionment with the whole thing. By the time he was in year 10 he resolved to stop looking. It was easier to cover up his hands to avoid catching whatever drivel his soulmate wrote or drew. They seemed dead set on ignoring him, and Arthur grew tired of wondering why his messages didn't seem to go through.

Occasionally he wouldn't be able to avoid it. The year Arthur tried uni was when the cheating started. First it was chemistry formulas and the next year it was math equations, all crammed under his navel in an absurd number of rows. Sometimes he caught the to-do lists written on the back of his hands. Things like "ch.2 east of eden" or "socks 4 matt". He tried to avoid catching those things, knowing that going down that path of trying to figure out who Matt was would drive him insane. But based on the spellings, he was sure he was American. And that was enough to put Arthur at ease.

His soulmate was far far away, and Arthur could be free to live his life and tend to his overly massive youtube channel (the one that afforded him a flat in London, dates with Francis, and even a meeting with the queen. (Never mind that the meeting with the queen was almost a disaster, that in the car before they set foot on the grounds he watched Francis's eyes grow in horror as they stayed glued to his brow, watching a crude sharpie penis appear on his forehead. Francis tried to scrub it off even, despite Arthur's protests (soap never worked, ever), but in the end an obscene amount of makeup saved the day.)

It was a lot to ignore, but continuing on despite it all was all he ever knew. So he entertains himself with his channel, savors the good moments with Francis, and occasionally indulges in the strange people who try to start drama with him online.

And this is where Alfred's "Why Arthur Kirkland SUCKS" video comes into play. Because Alfred's finally had enough of the mediocrity. And he just goes for it. Buys a stupid fake fancy hat and suit from party city (And of course his stupid gloves!), and rants to the camera about everything that annoys him about the guy.

"All his fans just like him for his stupid accent. Being hot and british is not an excuse for a personality! Look at me! I'm Arthur Kirkland and blimey the other day I had the spiciest cracker! Think they might have put salt on it!"

And Arthur has no qualms about ripping back into Alfred. It's only fair because Alfred certainly didn't hold back. Arthur's response video is fairly successful, and Arthur moves on from it, happy with the chatter it generated and satisfied that he out-roasted that git, while Alfred is so extremely shocked that Arthur responded to him that a week goes by in the blink of an eye and when he finally goes to check out the subreddit he's been neglecting, he locks every post discussing the video and finally approves the guy who had been bugging him to be the second moderator (some guy named Peter). It's simply too weird to see discussions about himself, and maybe the whole dedicated subreddit was a little too much...?

But back to Arthur, part of his decision to make the video came from its convenience. It was easy to make while he was moving. He moves to the US for Francis's career, settling in Chicago (and you'll never guess where Matt and Al live). They break up when Francis wants to move on (Arthur thought it was perfect to be with someone whose soulmate was dead, because then he could never complain about his own situation, but here's another thing that didn't work out).

Arthur finds himself living out of hotel, drinking too much, and on one night, ordering pizza. Alfred isn't normally the guy who delivers, but after the normal driver clocks out early, his boss forces him to deliver this order some asshole put in ten minutes before close.

It's very strange when he knocks on the hotel door, and Arthur Kirkland answers, fully clothed and gloved, staring back at him with a similar shocked recognition in his eyes.

...

crazy right. not going to say what happens in the hotel but I'll say that Alfred goes back home to his couch, dreams a peaceful dream instead of his frequent nightmares, and Arthur finds himself surprised that he wants to see his internet hater again.

#this au is my blursed son

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hiding-under-the-willow · 21 days ago

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oooh ok LaHoF questions

1. what was the first scene you came up with? (im pretty sure it was . well. the house on fire. but just in case.) (and if it was where did you go from there/what did you think of next?)

2. how did you come up with the idea did something inspire you or did it just spontaneously appear in your mind one fateful day or what?

3. what is your favorite part(s) ?

YIPPEE!!! These are such good questions man

1. The first scene i came up with was actually the tent scene from the first chapter! The fire came next, the rest of it came from me trying to figure out how to link those two scenes and build on the themes and deciding where the story would go after that. I think the deep dark thing was the third thing that came up. Oh, fun fact! The chapter with Wels and Hypno, the one where Wels and Hels have their fight out in the nether, didn't exist in the original story outline! I got to that point in the writing process and went 'no wait there's something missing here' and ended up with that like 7500 chapter which helped immensely with pulling everything together for that bit of the story.

2. Okay. This is the point at which I let you all in on a little secret. At least half of the things I write start off as Zeph storylines in my head. The tent scene was originally thought up as an encounter between Hels and Zeph, bc I was interested in like the idea of what would happen if a hermit were to mistake him for Wels, how he would use that opportunity. Zeph is like my little test dummy I throw scenarios at them and sometimes I take one of those scenarios and extract the themes out of it and go 'oh actually this would be incredibly compelling with this character instead'. Which is exactly what happened with that tent scene.

I had always kind of wanted to explore Hels and Beef's dynamic before this since it isn't explored in canon and tbh is kind of ignored by a lot of fic writers, but this was the only idea I had which had ever really compelled me in that department. It was like watching the puzzle pieces all fall into place at once it was great. The fire also came very naturally. I've always had an association between Hels and fire, and the idea of him burning one of the hermits' bases has always kind of been living rent free in my head bc of his whole 'I am going to destroy this place and everything you hold dear' mentality. It's something that's bounced around in Zeph storylines, and a series of dreams I had a few years ago that a few old followers might remember me posting about, but this was my first good opportunity to put it to paper in a way that was narratively fulfilling. Something about the season 10 setting just really lended itself to this narrative and I don't know how to explain it but it is quite literally the easiest a fully formed storyline has ever popped into my head in my life.

3. The chapter 3 deep dark scene is so everything to me. The fire as well is obviously beloved in many ways. There are a million little character moments i could name that drive me personally insane. I actually fucking loved writing Beef's dream flashback to the cloning machine from the fire chapter? Something about taking the actual events and dialog from his video and recontextualizing it was so satisfying. I love artistic recontextualization!!!! Then there's a chapter coming up soon. That i am very excited to write. To say the least. I've had a draft of the dialog sitting around in my notes for months. There is an illustration already done for it that I can not wait to post as well.

#atlas speaks #ask game #i could answer questions about lahof forever man #thinking about it always <3 #likeahouseonfirefic

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delta-orionis · 1 month ago

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9 10 11

(From this ask game I reblogged like a week ago. This has been sitting in my drafts this whole time, OOPS.)

I'm going to assume these questions are about TSAC

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

All iterators are doomed to slowly decay until they can no longer function, and TSAC is no exception to this. TSAC’s facility in particular has some very fragile components, and they relied heavily on their engineers to fix any problems that arose. Now that their engineers are gone, some parts of their facility (their body, basically) are holding up better than others.

Post-mass ascension TSAC threw themself into their work and cared very little about the slow decay of their auxiliary systems until a few catastrophic failures made them re-evaluate their priorities.

So no, they’re not really taking care of themself. They rely very heavily on their automated repair systems to handle problems, but they are very limited in their scope. However in recent times they are opening up taking a bit more control over the maintenance of their facility, primarily because of some imminent threats to their wellbeing.

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

Like most iterators, TSAC has a lot of emotional baggage to work through. For most of their life they were completely subservient to their creators and buried any pent-up resentment by obsessively focusing on their research.

Following the departure of their creators. TSAC found themself with a lot more free time on their hands, meaning a lot more time to think about the things they had avoided thinking about for thousands of cycles.

They initially coped with this by focusing solely on their work and shutting out everyone else. However they eventually realized that they were fated to slowly decay along with the rest of their peers, and they maybe didn’t want to spend the rest of their life in isolation.

So, how does TSAC handle their mental health? Not great, but they’re working on it.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

My initial inspiration for TSAC's basic character concept was a thought experiment about what an iterator specifically designed to study astronomy would be like. What specific accommodations their facility would require, how their different iterator components function, their environment, etc etc. After I had that figured out the rest of their character kind of naturally evolved from there.

(It was a weeks-long process of me doing nothing but thinking about these concepts while bored to death during my daily commute. lol. Boredom breeds creativity I guess)

TSAC's duties as a survey telescope were heavily inspired by the currently-under-construction Vera Rubin Telescope which will have the task of making extremely detailed maps of the entire night sky every couple of days. The purpose of this is to monitor the sky for changes, which will be extremely useful in detecting things like exoplanets, near-earth-asteroids, and supernovae, among others.

The observatory is expected to generate massive amounts of data (an estimated 1.28 petabytes per year, more than a million gigabytes), which is way more data than can ever reasonably be analyzed by humans. I translated this into the concept of TSAC's data pearl archives- where they store the raw data collected by their telescopes. If anyone is going to be capable of sifting through that amount of data, it would probably be a massive hyper-intelligent supercomputer designed specifically for that purpose.

The rest of TSAC's personality evolved after I had figured out what they were built to do. They are meticulous and extremely dedicated to their work. They are both physically and socially isolated from their peers due to their location and their niche area of research. They collect data to the point of obsession. They dislike being interrupted and harbor resentment for anything they consider a distraction, but are very bad at communicating this due to their sheltered upbringing and poor social skills. Etc etc. The rest is history.

Oh, and their name is a reference to the three stars in Orion's belt, as well as their mountaintop location being above the clouds.

#asks #my ocs #three stars above clouds

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vidreview · 3 months ago

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VIDEO ESSAY ROUNDUP #6 [PART 2]

[originally posted august 1st 2024 NOTE: while migrating the archive from cohost i've discovered that tumblr has a 10 link-block limit, which means i have to split some of these roundups up in order to maintain the embeds. we love websites don't we folks]

"New Zelda isn't Zelda" by Eroymak.

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it's novel to see one of these shot in the mountains! vibes like a younger, ganglier nakeyjakey. i like to imagine that there's an escalating war of spectacle happening between white outdoorsy middle-class nerds all trying to one-up each other by casually filming an otherwise anodyne video essay in increasingly precarious locales. how long until a 22 year old DJ from Wisconsin dies on the slopes of Everest trying to film an essay about Mario 1-1? who's going to be the first human being to levy a citation-heavy critique of Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead while skydiving? how long until Shiey accidentally loses Jacob Geller down an abandoned mine shaft? anyway, Eroymak is extremely correct here about what makes modern Zelda games a drag, namely that their "go anywhere do anything" attitude ruins the sense of progression that once defined the franchise. i worry about this with the upcoming Echoes of Wisdom, which seems to be applying the Of The games' open toolset philosophy to the 2D Zelda template, but i digress. for being only 7 minutes and 20 seconds, this is a pretty succinct and broadly comprehensive summation of why the open world Zeldas lack a certain magic that was once so easily flaunted by their forebears.

"so that's why they cut all her scenes from the movie" by CinemaStix.

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i've seen CinemaStix videos in my recommended feed multiple times and avoided them like the plague. i mean, come on. "CinemaStix"? at a glance this conjures a monstrous Third-Way chimera betwixt CinemaSins and CinemaWins, and i would sooner stave my own head in with a rock than give such a thing the time of day. EXCEPT… Constantine 2005 is one of my favorite comic book movies. i saw it in theaters and it changed me. in the years since, i've defended Constantine's honor from the haters to little avail (thankfully the tides have turned in recent years and people are realizing that they totally missed the second-best John Wick movie), and it's top of my list of fun movies to show guests when we're bored. this special interest overrode my kneejerk book-cover judgment survival mechanism, and i'm so mad that i don't regret it. this video is about the editing of Constantine 2005, and how many of the film's iconic moments were constructed in post. as the title suggests, a substantial amount of time is spent trying to understand why an entire character was ultimately cut, a question that's also plagued me ever since watching the deleted scenes on the DVD in 10th grade. whether you've seen Constantine 2005 or not, this is an excellent portrait of editing as a substantive authorial process. i've since gone and watched multiple CinemaStix videos, and god damn it, these are some quality essays. sometimes popular things are good, she said grumpily.

"Conservative Comedy Ruined My Life" by Big Joel.

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oops, can you tell this vidrev roundup has been sitting in my drafts for a long time? this video came out on April 2nd of 2024 and has nearly 2.5 million views, so i won't belabor the point. this is a great deconstruction of conservative comedy that looks hard into why so much of it sucks beyond the empty platitudes endemic to smarmy liberals. it's some of Big Joel's best work in my opinion.

"On Online Entitlement" by CJ The X.

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an excellent autopsy of the rhetorical implications of an overly familiar instagram comment-- a description that i know probably sounds obnoxious, but genuinely is not the case. Mx. The X goes to great lengths to assure us that this is not about the person who left the comment, but the various attitudes and assumptions that are implied in its construction. gen z essayists in particular seem to specialize in this sort of editorial post-game breakdown of the things people say when they think they're saying something else, and i think they're always worth paying attention to. consider this something of a downstream epilogue to Shannon Strucci's seminal Fake Friends series. even as i don't always agree with the totality of their conclusions, i do always come away from CJ The X videos feeling like i've learned something about how i and other internet-dwelling social animals think.

"How Uber Is Destroying Food Delivery" by More Perfect Union.

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More Perfect Union is not typically in the business of video essays, focusing more on feature stories that heavily rely on interviews and on-the-ground reporting. this one's a unique development in that it is just straight up a video essay, using the business model of Uber as an avenue for understanding Corey Doctorow's theory of platform decay (except he calls it Enshittification because god forbid 21st century materialist philosophy grow out of its twee blogosphere adolescence). if you know the theory then there's probably not gonna be much here that surprises you, but i felt it a notable inclusion nevertheless.

do you have recommendations for video essays i might not have seen, new or old? well my askbox is open and i'm always looking for ways to penetrate my experiential-algorithmic youtube bubble. hope you found something enjoyable in this collection, see you in the next one!

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#vidrev #video essay #video essay review #video recommendation #zelda #eroymak #cinemastix #constantine 2005 #big joel #conservative comedy #cj the x #more perfect union #Youtube

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agent-troi · 1 year ago

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20 fanfic questions

thanks for the tag @randomfoggytiger!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

95.

2. What’s your total Ao3 words count?

368,619

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The X-Files, Star Trek: TNG, Star Trek: Picard, the Star Trek novel-verse, and I just posted a fic for The West Wing

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Platonic Procreation, Eden, The MSR Files, Mother Knows Best, and Though the Heavens Fall (also I need to mention my current WIP Security Questions bc it's only three kudos away from a tie with fifth place!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Most of the time! I usually respond to friends/ people I know well, or if someone pointed out something specific in my fic they liked. And I responded to every comment made on my West Wing fic so far bc I want the fandom to notice me😅

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

lol I don’t write many fics with angsty endings (I do like writing angst sometimes but I need things to end happily😅) but I guess this would be Baby Blue, If I Could Only Break the Sky, or When We Were Whole (not sure which one would be the most angsty)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

so many! lol but I wanna single out Coda bc it was my attempt at wrapping up the mytharc and giving Mulder and Scully a happy ending with William (and giving Samantha’s storyline some actual closure lmao) and I think I did a decent job of it🤗

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did get a hateful comment on a fic not long ago (ironically, it was and still is my most popular fic by almost every metric so someone was clearly jelly lmao) and I’ve had a couple of comments in the past on different fics that weren’t quite hateful but more like critiquing/nitpicking character or writing choices.

9. Do you write smut?

no absolutely not never ugh

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t think I’ve ever written one! But I have ideas for TXF/Star Trek and TXF/SVU crossovers that I might write someday if I ever find the time/energy/inspiration😅

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so but I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No idea!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! The gang and I have co-written quite a few fics, which can all be found in this collection🤗

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

MSR of course!! But I will always have a soft spot for Riker/Troi and joshdonna is beginning to take up more and more space in my brain lmao

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a Riker/Troi amnesia fic that has been sitting in my notes for three years, every chapter either written, partly written, or outlined, but I just can’t make myself sit down and sort it out😫 also I used to start publishing fics before I was certain where I was going with them, and For War Alone is a relic of that (and it has also been sitting there since 2020 lol)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told I’m really good at dialogue, and I choose to take people at their word😅

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m addicted to adverbs, also I just love reusing the same words and phrases over and over- one time in a first draft I used the word ‘actually’ four times in a single paragraph!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I love reading that! I feel like it makes the setting and characters and everything seem more realistic, but for writing it I pretty much need to rely on google translate or multilingual moots lol

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I wrote a LotR fic a long time ago! But the first fic in my modern day stretch of fic writing was for the Star Trek novel-verse: Psi-Ops

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh gosh this is so hard but I’m gonna say Where A Million Stars Catch Fire bc I put in a lot of time and effort carefully constructing it as a tribute to Mulder’s birthday this year, and I’m really proud of how it ultimately turned out🥰

Tagging @tofuttim @katy-kt-katie @incidental-ao3 @cutemothman @mollybecameanengineer and whoever else who wants to do it!

#tag game #fic tag game #fanfic writing #ao3 fanfic

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unknownths · 9 months ago

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

WHAT MADE YOU PICK UP THE MUSE YOU HAVE ? autism probably

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU DON'T LIKE TO WRITE ? aside from the like. illegal and morally reprehensible stuff i'm not very good at writing action since i don't do it often, so i skirt around it lol. if i were going to write for more than a hobby i would probably practice and get better at it and hate it less. i also just don't really find cheating as a plot device interesting or sexy lol but i can't really think of anything that's a super hard no for me

IS THERE ANYTHING YOU REALLY ENJOY WRITING ? hurt/comfort makes me want to eat glass /pos

HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH YOUR HEADCANONS ? autism again. no uh i just. idk exist. i'm possessed or something probably. my mind just wanders. sometimes i black out and my phone notes are full of headcanons. i'm super normal about it

DO YOU WRITE IN SILENCE OR LISTEN TO MUSIC ? varies based on how overstimulated i am LMAO a lot of the time i'll write on my phone just in notes or on a google doc because that's what i have energy for, so that's usually silent. if i'm sitting down to knock out a bunch of drafts i'll usually pick a playlist of the character i'm writing to get me in the zone :)

DO YOU PLAN YOUR REPLIES OR WING THEM ? i want to say i wing them but truthfully i think i plan most of it. not like hardcore planning, but if a thread is going somewhere i've usually had some sort of conversation with the other writer about the general direction of the thread or our muses' relationship whatever that may be. i don't like to have everything super plotted out usually because at that point like.... why am i writing it if i've already let it rotate in my head for 10 million years, but sue me i like some structure

DO YOU ENJOY SHIPPING ? I'M A WHORE. LET THEM KISS.

WHAT'S YOUR ALIAS/NAME ? My middle name technically haha. I used to go by the name of one of my first ocs, but then i started writing her on tumblr and it got weird, so i started using my middle name which then got shortened to christie. since i'm a performer i've also had to think about my stage name a lot, and i ended up including it in that which is kinda fun

AGE ? 22 baby let's gooo

BIRTHDAY ? September 29, same as my Aether and also Annie @actstogether <3

FAVORITE COLOR ? It used to be orange but tbh? Green has kinda been the vibe lately

FAVORITE SONG ? it's either francesca by hozier or fake out by fall out boy, i don't think anything else even comes close to those

LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED ? dune part 2! for once i've seen something recent lmao i don't watch a lot of movies but my dad loves dune so i had to watch the first one and then he dragged me to the new one last week

LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED ? like casually i think it was psych, as far as like binging a whole series i'm not sure

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO ? red wine supernova by chapell roan don't look at me like that

FAVORITE SEASON ? i dont even know anymore bro. spring maybe?

DO YOU HAVE A TUMBLR BEST FRIEND ? i have a crew :^) my little gay people in my discord server <3

tagged by: @mischiiefs hi mak xx tagging: well u see. mak also tagged the rest of the aforementioned crew so if you wanna do this go for it i can't stop you-

#ooc › christie ╲ i don't even have my own attention.

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bluepinstripes · 2 years ago

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2022 Year in Review

tagged by @seek--rest and @abc2411

1. number of stories posted to ao3:

2. word count this year:

30,191

3. fandoms i wrote for:

spider-man

4. pairings:

petermj

5. stories with the most:

kudos, bookmarks - just like a movie

comments, word count - when peter met mj (kind of cheating because its multichapter but whatever)

6. work i’m most proud of (and why):

to need somebody

i wrote this for spideychelle week in maybe 40 minutes, and I really like how it turned out. i’ve noticed that when i write petermj, a lot of it (most of it) is about how their relationship is Hard but they continue to choose each other, because that’s one of my favorite things about their relationship in the comics that i’ve read so far. i felt like this fic encapsulates that. this isn’t my favorite fic i wrote in 2022, but it is the first one where i started to get into that part of their relationship, so that’s why i’m proud of it.

7. work i’m least proud of (and why):

i like and am happy with all the fic i’ve published! i wouldn’t publish it if Eye didn’t want to read it---hence why there’s a lot of half finished shit in my drafts. there’s some stuff on my ao3 that i don’t like that much anymore, but it’s from 2020 and i’d like to think it’s because i’ve grown as a writer since then.

8. share or describe a favorite review you received:

This is one of my top 3 spideychelle comfort stories. I keep it pulled up incase I need a smile. I love this so much!!! It never fails to make me smile the entire time. Mj calling just to scold him while at the awards is great!

this was on my fic just like a movie, and it came like six months after i published it. it’s pretty much my favorite review i’ve ever gotten! i love that something i wrote became a comfort fic for someone. it meant the world to me fr.

9. a time when writing was really, really hard:

from basically january to june 2022 i did not write a single word because i was submitting grad school applications and then waiting to hear back, and it burned me out so horrifically i could barely answer texts and emails.

10. a scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

i did not expect to write “just like a movie” because while i love coming up with fun aus like that i struggle to translate it from my head to a word doc. like i usually stick with messaging a pal “okay but imagine if mj was at the oscars...” followed by a massive paragraph, and then i’m over it. so no one was more surprised than me that this one actually got published lol.

11. a favorite excerpt of your writing:

But that was then, and this is now, and she’s tired.

“I need time,” she tells him, finally managing to look at his torso. The spider emblem on his chest stares back, mocking her.

MJ can feel his eyes on her, searching her. She wonders what he’ll find. “I can—I can give you time.”

She feels like she owes him an explanation, or at least a semblance of one. He doesn’t have to say anything for her to know that his mind is running at a million miles a minute right now, trying to pinpoint when he messed up, when it all changed. She doesn’t know how to tell him that he won’t find one, and that she doesn’t know either.

She loves him. She loves him just as much as she did when they were seventeen, loves him more, even, now that she knows him as an adult. She loves his smile and the way he smells and his overwhelming sense of responsibility, even when it drives her crazy. She loves the way he looks at her and the sound of his laugh when she tries to cook for them, and she loves the way he thinks.

She doesn’t know when it stopped being enough, or if it actually has. She doesn’t know if this is a passing feeling, if the noose that’s been slowly tightening around her lungs for weeks now will loosen when she doesn’t have to sit up at night waiting for him anymore, or if this is just what it means to have Peter Parker in her life. She doesn’t know if she’ll regret this as soon as he leaves, if she’ll call him back and tell him she didn’t mean it, that she loves him too. x

12. how did you grow as a writer this year:

not many people on here know this about me but i actually am in grad school for creative writing now! i absolutely love it and i feel like my teachers have helped with my writing a ton. a big thing i’ve changed in the last six months is i try not to use as many adjectives, and i use shorter sentences. it’s something i’m still working on. maybe you can’t see it in fic but it’s been more clear to me in original work i’ve written for school lol.

13. how do you hope to grow this year:

this has nothing to do with fic i am trying to get published this year, whether that’s a book deal or in a magazine. i’ve been submitting my work places so i guess we’ll see.

14. who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer:

in terms of fic tbh i feel like i wouldn’t have written hardly anything if seek didn’t hype me up about it. she’s always so excited about people’s ideas, and has always been super supportive :)

15. anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

lmaooooo “just before you go” has a lot of personal stuff

16. any wisdom you can share with other writers:

idk tbh i would say just write what you would want to read, and it’s a lot easier to write when you put yourself out there and talk to other writers in the fandom. i wouldn’t have published any spidey stuff (or know nearly as much---2022 was the year i started reading the comics and it was like all the stars aligned and the skies opened up)

17. any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

i am SO looking forward to finishing when peter met mj. would also love to finish and post the MITrio fic i’ve been working on since i saw bp2. also i have been Considering a petermj how to lose a guy in 10 days au

18. tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:

@watsonmj | @ogiroud and whoever else would like to participate i love to read these types of things.

#tagged in #my writing

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libraryofloveletters · 2 years ago

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Love You From The Sidelines

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: long lost love, unrequited love, pining, lewis isn't sure if he’d hallucinating or not, reader is a little stubborn and a little rude, reader’s brother and bestie are their number one supporters, one mention of the silverstone accident (no graphic details), mentions of car accidents and parental death.

Word Count: 4.3k

Author’s Note: this has been sitting in my draft for months and I finally have the motivation to finish it. I'm not really sure what this idea is but go with it // also age gaps and timelines are definitely off, sorry! just go with it.

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High school sweethearts -- not exactly.

He wasn’t truly in school, making appearances here and there but focused on his career. The jump from F2 to F1 was a crucial time.

You were his grounding spot.

The bedroom window creaked when he snuck in, laying beside you in the tiny bed as his head rests on your stomach. The two of you living in a fantasy world for those few hours.

“You’ll be by my side of course,” his fingers interlock with yours. He brings your hand up to his lips. “Married, 3 kids and a dog, a big house on the hill just like you always wanted.” He tells you, lips pressing to your ring finger.

“You mean that?” you asked, your own hand cupping his jaw as he looked up at you.

“I promise.”

Of course you believed him, you were 18 years old. Young and stupid was the story of your life. Lewis’ jump from F2 to F1 went by in the flash of an eye. You both got wrapped in the whirlwind.

You had watched him become an internationally known star; Sir Lewis Hamilton.

The same Lewis Hamilton that promised you a big house on the hill, marriage and 3 kids. The same Lewis who you fell in love with the first time you spoke to him. The days went by, the distance growing between you two; they say absence makes the heart grow fonder but that’s not true when you’re 18 and 19, young and in love.

Well, at least you were; you loved him so much it hurt. He was your first love, how could you not?

The day he left etched in your memories.

He used the front door and not the window; hint number one.

You were sat on the staircase as he cupped your face. “I can’t, I have to focus on racing. You understand, don’t you?”

You nod, knowing if you spoke, you’d cry.

You didn’t hear from him after that day; no calls, no letters, no texts. A final goodbye and he let go of your hand, walking out your life.

You did what any friend or ex-girlfriend did, you watched from the sidelines. You watched as Lewis grew into this amazingly talented and humble man, as he had always been to you, but it was nice to see others appreciating that.

He was happy and successful and you were beyond proud.

His name chanted through the streets when he won, an iconic win every time if not anything else.

Lewis’s name is written across your heart as it was to millions of other people out there but for very different reasons.

2022.

You have grown over the years, a lot has changed since he walked out of your life. You went to college, you became a nurse, you took your little brother, Marcus, in after your parents passed.

It was Sunday today, half past 10 and the race was set to start in half an hour.

The smell of french toast and coffee filled the house as your brother dragged his feet down the stairs.

“Morning,” the boy yawns, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Morning kiddo,” you smiled at him, sliding a mug of tea over to him.

It had become a tradition; every Sunday morning, you two were up and watching the race. You had convinced yourself that you weren’t watching for Lewis, that you simply enjoyed the sport but who were you lying to?

You got into F1 because of him. Had you not been watching for him, you probably wouldn’t have never watched a race in your life.

Your brother got into it too, deeming the Brit his favourite racer. It warmed your heart to see him take such a strong liking to Lewis.

If only he knew.

He was much too young to remember the few months you and Lewis shared together. Before you were lovers, you were friends. You grew up together, you knew his parents and his siblings. Somewhere, buried deep down in a photo album, there are photos of you and Lewis as teenagers with your little brother in a baby blanket.

He’s 13 now, his 14th birthday in a few days and his one wish was to go to Silverstone and watch the race.

How could you deny him that?

You had the tickets hidden away in your bedroom, your best friend Jenny was coming with you two as well. He just didn’t know yet.

The race has started, the Canadian GP title ran as you two settled in on the couch in front of the tv. Lewis was starting 4th, Carlos, Fernando and Max in front of him in that order.

You said a quiet little prayer in your head, hoping that someone out there was listening and would keep him safe. It was a stupid thing to do, he probably didn’t even remember you but you remembered him; he was your first love.

You always held him in a special place in your heart.

The race was going well, he's steady on the tyres and the strategy seems to be working. It was a long 70 laps, Carlos was so close to his first win that he could taste it and somehow managed to slip through his fingers. Max ended up in first place along with Carlos in second and Lewis in third.

“You know how your birthday is next week?” You asked Marcus, looking over at him; your brother's birthday was June 30, just in time for the Silverstone race weekend.

He nods, eyes fixed on the tv screen. The podium was running, Ted’s notebook on next, he was always so proud to see Lewis on podium; the smile on his face like no other. You reach over and pull something out of the side table. You have to run upstairs during the race under the guise of getting your phone charger, which you did but there was another reason you had gone up.

The three tickets dropped on the coffee table in front of him. The boy looks down at the tickets and takes a moment to figure out what was in front of him. When it registers to him that those are the tickets for next week's race, he looks over at you. “What- are you serious ?” He asks, holding back a grin.

“No, obviously those are fake.” You teased, a smile on your face.

The little boy, not so little anymore, wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. “Oh my god! Thank you!!” He lets go of you and picks up the tickets, reading them off. “Wait, there’s three.”

“Jenny’s coming with us.” You tell him and he smiles.

Your brother loved Jenny as much as he loved you. You and Jenny had met in college, the two of you got lost on your way to psychology class and ended up spending the afternoon in the library.

Jenny was an only child, and her parents came from money. She was way more well off than you, so when she found out that you were going to school along with raising your brother, and managing the household; she couldn't resist the urge to help you. She helped in any way she could, whether it was watching Marcus so you could do an exam or for you to pick up an extra shift at work and sometimes, she even picked up bills when she knew you couldn't.

You have always tried to pay her back but never did Jenny take a cent back from you. It's like you've gained another sibling and Marcus loved her like he loved you.

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Race Day; Silverstone

The three of you were walking into the track, you and Jenny watched Marcus’s face light up with excitement as you walked through. He’s all decked out, his black Mercedes hat and shirt as you head down towards the grand stands.

“Hold on,” Jenny calls for him, reaching into her purse for something. You’re both looking over at the woman, waiting to see what she pulled out. There’s a little blue envelope that she pulls out and hands over to Marcus. “Happy birthday,” she tells him, smiling.

Marcus smiles at her and he opens the envelope. He was expecting a birthday card but instead finds 3 passes for the Mercedes meet and greet. Marcus looks at her and back at the passes.

“Jenny!” He laughs, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug.

She smiles, rubbing his back softly. “Go on, get in line.” She tells him, letting him run off to find the line. Both you and her are walking behind him. “Jen,” you start, looking over at her and she already knows what you were going to say.

“Y/n, don’t. He’s a good kid, it’s the least I could do.”

“It’s too much.”

“You bought my ticket, it was the least I could do. It’s his birthday gift.”

You two find Marcus in the line, the 3 of you patiently waiting to go through the line to meet the Mercedes drivers. You and Marcus go to see George first, he was kind and sweet; he signed your brother’s hat and yours, took a picture with your brother before you moved on to Lewis as Jenny moved up to meet George.

Marcus is so shocked when he’s in front of Lewis, he’s gone quiet. You give him a nudge, letting him step towards the driver on the other side of the table.

“Hi,” Lewis smiled at the boy in front of you, he glanced at you and he paused; you looked so familiar, did he know you from somewhere ? Nonetheless, he looked back at the boy, “did you want me to sign that?” He asks, nodding towards the hat in his hand.

“Yeah, please.” Marcus hands the hat over and he’s so quiet and shy, you can’t help but chuckle.

“Thank you,” you say to Lewis when he hands the hat back over to Marcus. “Marcus is one of your biggest fans, aren’t you?” You pinched your brother’s cheek and he swats your hand away, “y/n.” The boy groaned; you were embarrassing him in front of his idol.

“Sisters,” Lewis chuckles, “they’ll always baby you. Mine is like that too.” He tells Marcus with a smile. “Thank you for the support, it means a lot to me.” He smiles, a hand resting on his chest.

Marcus thanks him once more for signing the hat and Lewis leans over and signs his top for him as well, telling him that he’ll see him around. Marcus’s face has lit up, smiling from ear to ear. “Best birthday present ever!” He says to you and you smile, your arm over his shoulders as you two walk off to the side, waiting for Jenny.

Lewis can’t help that he overheard your conversation and he can’t shake the feeling that he somehow knows you from somewhere.

You were chatting with Marcus while Lewis signed something for Jenny and you can feel him looking at you but you brush it off. Jenny came over and you three were ready to walk around for a bit more. You glance over your shoulder once more before you walk off and your eyes meet his; Lewis flashes you a smile, the same smile that used to make your heart skip a beat.

The three of you end up wandering around for a bit, about to head towards the grandstand when a woman comes running after you three, shouting for you to stop. Her pristine white shirt catches your eye, as does the little Mercedes emblem stitched onto it.

“Are you one of you Marcus ?” She asks and your brother’s brows furrow, slightly confused. “I am,” he says, sticking to your side.

“Oh good, I found the right one.” The woman lets out a breath, smiling. “Here, for you.” She hands over 3 passes to you guys.

Marcus reads the badges; passes for the paddock, the back says guests of L. Hamilton.

“Wait, what?” He asks, handing one to Jenny and the other to you.

“They’re from Lewis,” the lady clarifies. “He said he wanted you three there.”

Before you could ask the woman a question, Jenny and Marcus are following her like lost puppies towards the Mercedes garage. Your stomach is doing flips as you jog to catch up with them; god, you really hoped he didn’t remember you. Today was about Marcus, not Lewis trying to dig up ancient feelings, ones you pushed away a long time ago.

Once you get to the garage, she shows you around for a little before telling you to help yourself to anything and set in before the race. You were watching as Marcus and Jenny poked around, you sat in your seat and waited for the countdown to the race to begin.

You always felt nervous before the race start; the man you love -- loved, was about to get in a car and drive at ridiculous speeds; it’s human nature to worry.

But you’d never felt it like that before. You felt like you were going to be sick when they sat next to you, talking about how the mechanics were telling them how fast those cars can really go.

The numbers kept going higher and higher, as did your urge to throw up this morning’s breakfast.

That’s when you see him; race suit hanging off his hips, black fireproofs clinging to his fit body, Angela running behind him. “Hi,” he stops in front of you guys and you barely look up.

Marcus looks like he was going to freak out but he says hi nonetheless.

Jenny is the only sane one currently.

“Thank you for the passes,” Jenny says, Marcus nodding.

Lewis waves them off, “it was nothing. I overheard you talking to your sister.” His eyes find you, you can feel his gaze burning into you and you finally glance up at the man. “You said it was the best birthday present, figured I'd give you the full experience.”

“I hope we didn’t put you out.” You finally say and he shakes his head, smiling.

“It was no problem at all. I had extra.”

Angela tells him that he’d needed on the grid in two minutes and he says his goodbyes. Marcus wishes him good luck and Lewis thanks him and promises to be back after the race to chat some more. He heads towards the front of the garage but not without looking back at you once more, your eyes catching his and you look away.

“Why does he keep looking at you like that?” Jenny asks you and you look at her confused. “What? Who?”

“What’d you mean who?” Jenny rolls her eyes. “Lewis, duh. Seems like he likes you,” she wiggles her eyebrows. “What a man, you’d be so lucky.”

“Oh like he wouldn't be lucky too.” You joked, earning a laugh from her.

The race went well, Carlos took his first win which was an amazing thing to see and Checo was P2 with Lewis in P3. George unfortunately was not aloud to restart the race after stopping to help Zhou but he stopped for a good reason, it was nonsense and unfair that he didn’t get to, but rules are rules you suppose; even if they are stupid.

Lewis had to get to press but when he returned, he found the three of you again and ended up talking to you; by you, I mean Jenny and Marcus for a good while. You smiled and nodded along, you didn’t have much to say, you didn’t know what to say.

What were you supposed to say? Hey remember me? The girl you ditched when you started F1?

Yeah, I think not.

Lewis gets Marcus one of his Mercedes team shirts, two actually; a black and a white, “for variety” he told the boy. He signs one of them and takes a few pictures with you guys.

“Oh y/n, don’t you want to get in?” Jenny asks after you take the picture of her, Lewis and Marcus.

“It’s alright,” you smile, “I'm sure Lewis has places to be.”

The man smiles, “not really, come on.” He nods towards Marcus, calling you over. Once again, your stomach is doing flips as you hand the phone to Jenny and stand on the other side of Lewis, the driver between you and Marcus.

His hand rests on your back and the spot feels like it’s on fire. It’s the first time he’s touched you in years and still, you felt the same way; like you were 18 and in love again.

It was getting late and all of you really needed to go. Traffic was surely going to be a madhouse to get out of there and you still needed to do dinner for Marcus. You all thanked him for his kindness today, his eyes lingering on you as you said your goodbyes. You can hear Angela telling him they’re doing a debrief which gives you a sense of relief; you can leave without the fear of him tracking you down and asking if he knew you from somewhere.

How would you explain that to Marcus and Jenny? Oh yeah, no biggie but I dated seven time world champion Lewis Hamilton when I was in high school.

Marcus was exhausted by the time you three got back to your place and frankly so were you. You opted out of a fancy dinner, ordering takeout and Marcus says you can do dinner at a restaurant another day.

Dinner was eaten on the couch, watching the reruns of Ted’s Notebook whilst you three chatted about the day. You were in the kitchen, sticking candles into Marcus’s birthday cake, 14 to be exact when the doorbell rang.

“I'll get it!” Jenny shouts, walking towards the door.

You hear the door open and it's quiet, so you venture off to see who’s at the door. The kitchen towel swung over your shoulder and you brushed the frosting off your fingers as you walked over, “Jen, who’s at the -”

You stopped like deer in headlights.

Jenny takes a step back, still in the entryway but you and Lewis are face to face. “What're you doing here?” You ask.

“So it is you. I thought I had been losing my mind all day.”

“Why are you here, Lewis?” You pass a hand through your hair, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. “How'd you even find me?”

“You haven’t moved, y/n.” He glances around, “lived in the same house your whole life.”

“Yeah, not all of us are well off like you are.”

The words come flying out before you could stop yourself. You see the look on his face; you knew how he grew up, what his parents did to keep him in karting, what he faced before he even got a chance.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“No,” he says, “it’s fine.”

“I don’t have time to chat, the cake will melt.”

“So invite me in.” He says it as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Lewis-” You get cut off by Marcus saying the same thing, the boy coming down from his bedroom. You couldn’t say no now, Marcus has already seen him. You step aside, letting Lewis come in and Jenny has walked ahead to pull Marcus into the living room and you’re absolutely sure they were forming their own theories as to why he was there.

He looks around as he walks in, admiring the pictures on the wall. “You kept it up.” He smiles, a photo he had taken of you sitting on a bench in the park, a bright yellow dress on. “It was my mum’s favourite.” You tell him.

“Was?” He says quietly, looking over at you. “Yeah,” you breathe, “she and dad passed in an accident when Marcus was 4.”

“Oh. Y/n, I didn’t know. I'm so sorry.”

“It’s okay, life happens.” You shrug, walking off to get the cake from the kitchen. Lewis follows you, “wow nothing’s changed.” He looks around.

“Don’t have the time to change it,” you tell him, stepping past him towards the living room. Marcus was sitting on the couch when you and Lewis walked in, you set the cake on the coffee table and Jenny lit the candles, the three of you singing him happy birthday, counting to 14 before he blew out his candles.

“I’ll get plates, hold on.” You get up, walking off to the kitchen.

Marcus exchanges a glance with Jenny and that’s when Marcus turns to Lewis. “How do you know my sister?” He asks the driver and Lewis looks confused.

“Y/n never told you?”

“Told me what?”

“We dated when we were in high school.”

Marcus’s mouth forms an O, excusing himself and rushing off to the kitchen. “YOU DATED LEWIS ?!” Marcus shouts and you turn to face the boy, “what?”

“Lewis said you guys dated, how come you never told me?”

“Lewis told you that ?” Your arms folded across your chest and you see the accused peeking into the kitchen, “hi,” he says quietly and you give Marcus a look, one he knows too well; time for him to go.

Lewis replaces Marcus in the kitchen and you two are standing across from each other. “Why would you tell him that? Honestly, why are you even here?” You ask him.

You’re also 100% sure that Jenny and Marcus were eavesdropping but that's the least of your concerns.

“I’m not sorry for coming back, if that’s what you’re asking me.” He says, leaning on the wall.

“It’s not what I'm asking.” You say, gathering the plates to take to the living room. As you go to step out, Lewis blocks the doorway. “Move.” You go to step past him and he doesn’t move.

“Y/n, please. I remember, you know.” His eyes meet yours and everything in you wants to believe that. “I promised you I’d come back, we’d get married, 3 kids and a dog, big house on the hill.” He sighs, his gaze burning a hole into you. “I'm sorry for not coming back.”

“You don’t have to apologize, we're both grown. We have our own lives, I didn’t expect you to come back.”

Lewis sighs, his hand resting on yours. “I wanted to. I love you, y/n, I always have. I just- my focus shifted, but it doesn’t mean I forgot about you. I got caught up in my career but I never stopped loving you. No one ever came close to you.”

“I don’t need an apology, Lewis.”

“I love you, y/n. It’s always been you. Can’t we at least try?”

Your heart is telling you yes, run back to him; Lewis was the love of your life and just like he had said, you had never found anyone that compared to him.

No one came close to him.

Logically, you should say no. Tell him to leave and wish him well. You couldn't put yourself through that again.

“Okay.” You say, nodding. “We can try.”

“Okay,” he smiles. “That’s all I wanted.”

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5 years later.

“Is everything ready?” You called from the kitchen, Marcus and Jenny hanging the banner the girls made on the wall.

“Should be ready now!” Your brother called back.

You and Lewis ended up working things out, he went on to win another championship, putting him at a world record of 8 championships and you were all beyond proud.

Later that same year, you found out you were pregnant. Twins the first go around; Stella and Victoria. The two girls are four now and they are everything like their father.

You moved while you were pregnant, a big house on a hill. It wasn't too far from where you two had grown up. Lots of yard space for the kids to play and for Roscoe to run around.

Marcus was living with the four of you even though he was 19 now; he will always be your first baby.

Speaking of babies, your little man was active, jabbing you in the side with his foot. You were due soon, this one makes 3. A little boy this time.

“Stel! Vic! Daddy’s going to be home soon! Come in!” You shout to the girls in the backyard when you hear the door open. You can hear Jenny and Marcus talking to your husband and the girls come running in.

“Daddy!” They shout at the same time, the man dropping to his knees to hug his girls.

“Hi babies! I missed you two soooo much.” He says, kissing them on the cheek.

Roscoe was nudging Lewis’s leg with his head and Lewis pats the dog’s side, cuddling with him for a moment. You come walking into the entryway, your hand resting on your bump and Lewis smiles when he sees you. The diamond ring on your finger catches his eye.

“Mrs. Hamilton,” he says, getting up to give you a kiss.

“How was the flight?” You ask him, your hand on his jaw when he leans down to kiss your bump. The girls have run off with Jenny, Marcus and Roscoe. “It was fine,” he says, standing behind you now.

You lean back onto your husband, his hands on either side of your bump, your hand coming down to rest on his. “Welcome home baby.” You whisper to him.

He smiles, kissing your cheek. “Thank you, darling.”

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hockeyboysimagines · 2 years ago

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The girl with the broken smile

Part 1

Pairing: Travis Konecny x Natasha (Nash) Daniels

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of alcohol and STDs, lots of angst and some fist fighting.

Hi there! This a short little three shot about Nash and Travis that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while. So I figured hey, why not? Let me know if you want to read part two. If you have not read Say it to me softly please do. This won’t make sense otherwise. Enjoy!

Pain.

That was all Nash could feel as she looked at the test results from her gynecologist visit. She’d read the words a million times and she still came up with the same answer.

You’ve tested positive for Chlamydia.

She obviously was not expecting the results she’d received from her doctor, as she was living with her boyfriend and wasn’t sexually active with anyone besides him, but here she was with a positive test result. A routine screening had now derailed her entire world.

Justin had been cheating.

She’d been sitting at her table for a while now, so long she’d lost track of time. She’d been so embarrassed when the doctor read those words aloud in front of the nurse and even though she knew the truth about how she got it, it still made her feel ashamed. She’d left the office, mortified with medication and went straight home, making it inside before she’d had a breakdown.

She was numb, cold, sad and filled with uncertainty about what was going to happen with her future. But one thing she was sure of in that moment was that needed to make a phone call.

Travis.

With shaky hands she found his number, waiting while it rang three times before he answered.

“Hey!” He said brightly on the other end of the phone.

“Hey Trav.” Her lip trembled and she tried to keep her voice steady “Are-are you busy?”

“No…what’s wrong?”

He could hear she was crying and he knew Justin probably had something to do with it.

Man did he hate that guy. He’d known something was off about him the minute he met him, and his dislike had grown even larger over the past year. He’d changed Nash and turned her inside out so that to Travis she was almost unrecognizable, and he didn’t like it one bit. He treated her like dirt, and Travis spent as little time around him as possible for fear that he might murder him with his bare hands. And he didn’t keep it a secret either. He went out of his way to inconvenience Justin’s life as much as he could, and did everything in his power to come between them but Nash was holding on for dear life, like she was afraid Justin would bolt at any minute.

“Nothing. Could you just come over? Please?” Her voice broke at the last part and Travis frowned.

“Sure. Be there in 10.”

She was vaguely aware of his car rolling up outside and him coming in the door, but it wasn’t until he leaned down in front of her and his hand came down on her knee, that she registered he was in her house.

“Hey. What’s this?” He tugged the paper from her hand and his eyes moved over the words, first surprised and then furious.

“Is this-?”

“He’s been cheating on me.” Nash said quietly, a single tear slipping from her eyelid and rolling down her cheek.

“Nash. I’m so sorry-I-I’m so sorry.” He moved to sit next to her and her sobs then came full force. He rubbed her back soothingly until she was all cried out, and then braced a hand on either side of her shoulder to lean her backwards.

“What are you going to do?”

She shrugged and rubbed her forehead “I don’t know Trav. What do I do?”

“Well for starters, we gotta get you out of here. Where is he anyway?”

“Work trip. He’ll be home the day after tomorrow.”

“Good gives us plenty of time. After we do that, then I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Trav-“

“I don’t wanna hear it Nash. I gave the guy tons of chances. My patience with him has run the fuck out and I’ve had enough.”

She didn’t say anything just nodded and let out a hiccup.

“Let me round up some of the guys, we’ll come over tomorrow and help you pack. You can stay with me till you find a place. No rush. Seriously.”

“Okay.” She said shakily, managing a small smile “I’m going to order food. Your gonna stay right?”

“Sure if you want me to. I’ll call the guys.”

They went in opposite directions and Travis left through the front door to sit on the porch.

He angrily punched in Nolan’s number and waited till it rang, foot tapping the pavement loudly.

“Hello?”

“I’m so fucking angry, fucking Justin that fucking -“ Travis started spewing hatred until Nolan stopped him.

“Whoa buddy. Calm down. What happened?”

He took a deep breath and let it put through his nose “I’m here, at Nash’s house. Justin has been cheating on her, and he has a fucking STD Pat. A fucking STD! How could he do that shit? Now she has it too! I swear I’m gonna fucking murder this guy and I-”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck.” Nolan cut him off from the other end. He heard him let out a loud sigh and then he was quiet for a few moments “What’s she gonna do?”

“She’s leaving him and she doesn’t have a choice. But I need your help. Think you can loop in some of the guys to help pack tomorrow maybe Libby too? I want her things packed and ready to move before he gets back from his work trip the next day.”

Travis heard muffled conversation in the background and then Kevin’s voice came on to the phone “An STD?!” He sounded outraged “I’m in, let’s kill him.”

“Okay you two calm down. We’re not killing anyone. I’ll call Hartsy and Beezer, and I don’t think you’ll be able to keep Libby away.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Is she okay?”

“Not at all. But she will be.”

“Take care of her Teeks.”

“We ride at dawn!” Kevin yelled in the background.

“I always do.” Trav said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. When he let himself back in Nash was seated on the sofa, knees pulled up to her chest, wine glass in hand and another sitting on the table for him. He sat down heavily and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Tomorrow morning, the guys are going to come over to help pack. Libby too.

She nodded and said “Okay. Do they uh-do they know?”In the smallest voice he had ever heard.

“I had to tell them Nash but it’s okay. They love you and they aren’t judging you for this okay? I want you to act like things are totally normal if he calls you. Don’t let on that you know anything. Understand? That fucker will come home early to try and talk you into staying and the answer is no. You know that right? There’s no coming back from this?”

“I know.” She said as a tear ran down her cheek and dropped onto her shirt, spreading across the fabric “I get it.”

“I’m staying over tonight.” He gestured to the sofa behind him “And we’ll get started early.”

“Is there something wrong with me?” She asked, eyes boring into her wine glass.

“What? No this isn’t your fault. This is on Justin okay? I mean the guys a real dick Nash.”

“Why would he do this to me?” Her voice cracked at the end, and her lower lip trembled.

“Because he’s an asshole and a piece of shit that’s why. That’s what guys like him do.”

Travis was both angry and relieved about the whole thing. The fact that Justin had done this lit him on fire, but the fact that he now would finally be able to get Nash away from him was like a weight off his shoulders.

He had only ever wanted the best for her, going as far as burying his own feelings for her in order to do so. He’d liked Nash from the start, and at one time had planned to try and take the next steps with her but then Justin had ruined everything, and for the past year he’d taken a back step and watched as the guy turned Nash inside out.

It was painful for him to know that she was completely oblivious about how he felt about her, and while she was google eyed over a guy who didn’t care about her, Travis was standing there with his heart leaking out of his chest for her. But it wasn’t about him. It was about Nash now.

This would destroy her and for all he knew she may never have another relationship again. So he would remain where he was, a step back with his heart still leaking out of his chest for as long as he had to.

“I know this is tough okay? I’m not good at all this sentimental, girl talk shit but. I’m here for you always, you know that right? And I don’t want you to rush around trying to find a place to stay. You can stay with me for a while, at least until we make sure Justin is going to leave you alone. I don’t want you to worry about any of this.”

“Thanks Trav. But it’s okay. I know it’s over. I can’t come back from this. I’ll never trust him again.”

“Good. I’m glad you get that.”

They were silent for a while, just sitting until food arrived. Travis reached in the bag and handed her a fortune cookie.

“You know.” He said as he opened his and cracked it “You can add ‘in bed’ to the end of any fortune and it makes sense?”

“Really?”

“Totally. You go first.”

She straightened her fortune out and cleared her throat as she read it “People admire your flexibility…in bed.” She blushed and laughed a little.

“Ooh kinky.” Travis said with a chuckle as he pulled out his own “You will receive an unexpected gift from an acquaintance…in bed.”

“Aren’t you Nolan roommates on the road?” Nash asked with a small smile.

“Shut up.” He said, but was smiling anyways.

Nothing warmed his heart quite like Nash when she smiled. It was about the only thing that could make a bad day better, and dark turn into light. He would act like a complete dumbass sometimes just to see it. He found himself often openly staring at her, and it was almost embarrassing how much he loved her but he was glad he was able to keep it mostly to himself.

He got her talking then, about everything and anything but Justin until she was yawning.

“Go to bed, stress makes the body shut down. I’m gonna be up for a little bit.”

“I’ll get you a pillow and some blankets, unless.” She trailed off and looked at her feet, teeth scraping across her lip.

“Unless?”

“I mean you can just come and sleep in my room..if you want that is.”

“Oh uh. Sure I mean if you want me to.”

She turned and he followed her down the hallway heart beating so loudly he could feel it in his ears. He’d seen Nash’s bedroom before obviously, but he’d never been alone in it with her in the dark.

“I uh-I just washed the sheets so you don’t have to-“

“I wasn’t even thinking about that. It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed Nash. Remember this isn’t your fault.”

“I know. I’m gonna go wash my face, if you wanna get in….the bed.” She added awkwardly.

As she closed the bathroom door it occurred to him he’d brought nothing to sleep in.

Shirt on? Pants off? Socks?

He pulled his shirt over his head and then immediately shrugged it back on. He stepped from his jeans and then glanced around hanging them on a chair.

“There’s a pair of your gym shorts and a shirt in the third drawer down.” She called from the bathroom, almost like she knew he was in distress on the other side of the door.

“Okay. Thanks.” He called, pulling the drawer open and the clothing out. As he shut it and glanced up he spotted something that made him smile.

It was the only picture they’d ever taken together and it sat neatly on her dressed. She had her arms wrapped around him, head resting on his chest, wine induced smile across her face. It had been taken 2 weeks before she met Justin when Travis had thought maybe there was a chance and his dreams had been shattered.

He pulled the shorts on, pulling his shirt over his head and sat down on her bed just as she opened the door. She too had changed, into a large T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He tried not to look at her legs as she walked across the room and turned the light off, before slipping into bed next to him.

“Hey Trav?” She asked after a few minutes of silence. He turned his head towards her. He could barley make out her silhouette in the darkness but he could see she was on her back, staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for this. All of it.”

“You don’t need to thank me for this.”

“I do. I know you’ve never liked Justin, but you’ve been putting up with him for me. Your doing this for me, I think sometimes I don’t say thank you for just being you enough and I should. I don’t know what I would do without you Trav. I love you.”

Travis bit his lip and cleared his throat “I love you too. Everything is going to be okay.” He reached down to find her hand in the darkness and gave it a squeeze “I promise.”

She turned to look at him, her face less than 6 inches from his own. He wanted to kiss her and wondered for a second if she’d let him, but this wasn’t the right time.

But if she had tried it, he would risk it for her. But instead she turned back to the ceiling and didn’t say another word, but left her hand in his until they both fell asleep.

*********

Nash was vaguely aware of a very warm body next to her the next morning. She smiled sleepily and snuggled deeper under the blankets breathing in a familiar smell and letting out a content sigh. A warm hand was resting on her lower back and legs were entangled in her own and she never wanted to move until she heard the door freak open.

“What the fuck is this.”

And then she remembered she was in bed with Travis.

Justin was standing in the doorway, mouth hanging open as both she and Travis sat upright. She realized what it must have looked like, them tangled in bed together, Travis shirtless and for a minute she panicked but then she remembered he gave her chlamydia and she stopped caring.

“You!” Travis spat and jumped out of bed. Justin blinked rapidly and bolted from the room, Travis following close behind as Nash scrambled out of bed.

“Travis no!” She yelled as he chased Justin down the hall and into the living room. Just as he neared him the front door banged open and all 6”5 inches of Kevin came barreling inside followed by Nolan, Joel and Carter and then Libby who rushed to her and enveloped her into a hug.

Kevin grabbed Travis just as he gripped the front of Justin’s shirt and made to swing on him. Nolan gave Justin a shove away from him and helped Kevin hold Travis back.

“It’s not worth it stop!” Kevin huffed as Travis thrashed around trying to get loose. Carter was standing back eyes moving around as he and Joel stood between her and Justin. Nash felt tears prick at her eyes as Travis and Justin started screaming at one another before Justin turned on her.

“You little whore. The second I go on a business trip you give it up. I fucking knew it! How long?”

“Me? I’m the whore?”

“I work my ass off to support you and I get to come home early to surprise you, only to find you in bed with him.” He pointed at Travis who lunged again just missing him.

“You gave me Chlamydia Justin!” Nash yelled, tears spilling from her eyes. Libby squeezed her arm “You cheated on me and gave me fucking Chlamydia!!”

“And I’d do it again you little slut.”

“Hey!” Libby yelled angrily “Don’t you talk to her like that!”

“Shut up you little-“

But anything else he had to say was cut short because Joel gave him a giant shove into the kitchen counter, and Travis got loose from Nolan and Kevin.

“No!” Nash screamed as Travis swung and hit Justin squarely on the cheek bone. Carter turned her around and gave her and Libby a push towards the hallway.

“Get out of here!” He yelled and turned back to the commotion in the kitchen as Libby ushered her down the hallway.

Nash cried silent tears as Libby closed and locked the bedroom door before turning to her. She could still here a lot of yelling from elsewhere in her house but it was drowned by her sobs.

“Nash I’m so sorry.” She pulled her into a long hug while Nash cried on her shoulder.

“Why? Why me?”

“Because he’s a life ruiner and that’s what guys like him do. But he is NEVER going to do this to you again do you hear me?”

Nash nodded and Libby handed her a tissue. She heard some slamming around and a door slamming and then some conversation before silence. Libby stood to unlock the door and disappeared down the hall a minute before she returned and then poked her head in the room.

“Coast is clear. You can come out now.”

Nash followed Libby down the hall, stepping around several smashed picture frames that littered the floor. A table had been knocked over, and a lamp broken, but everything else looked to be in tact. Kevin was in the kitchen rummaging in her freezer for ice, throwing the cubes down on to a washcloth, while Travis was seated at the island rubbing his hand. Joel was speaking quietly to him, talking him down like only Joel could. Carter turned and spotted her, and slid off his stool to give her a hug.

“Are you okay?“ he asked softly resting his chin on the top of her head. She sighed and returned his hug, eyes closing finally feeling safe, which was Carters superpower. Then she heard the door open.

Nolan had entered the house shutting the door behind him and locking it before turning to face them. He looked mad, cheeks red but untouched otherwise.

“He left. I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon. So let’s get packing eh?”

The guys started moving around wordlessly, having brought boxes and tape and other moving essentials. Conversation started to flow, and Nash didn’t miss the way they kept “accidentally” knocking things over that belonged to Justin.

“You okay?” Nolan asked as he brought her a box full of her stuff and sat next to her.

“I’m alright just…ya know.” He handed her the roll of tape and watched as she rolled it out and smoothed it over the lid of the box.

“You know this isn’t your fault right? And that things are gonna get so much better from here in out. I haven’t seen Travis this excited in a long time. He can’t wait to have a roommate again.”

Nolan wouldn’t tell her why Travis was really happy, even though Travis never said it out loud to him his feelings for Nash were obvious.

“Speaking of roommates.” Nash said as she pushed the box out of the way and started doing another one “When’s your girl coming?”

Two spots of pink appeared on Nolan’s cheeks and he smiled “A few weeks. But it’s not-“

“Not like that yeah yeah if you say so. Are you excited?” They had never met Sawyer, only heard of her. For a while Travis had insisted she wasn’t real but Nolan’s imaginary friend, until he forced Nolan to call her to prove she wasn’t a figment but a real person.

“Yeah.” Nolan said nonchalantly but his eyes told a different story “It’ll be nice to see her all the time again.” He smiled a little.

“I see…” Nash said side eyeing him. He glanced over and cleared his throat.

“As a friend of course.”

“Oh Nolan. If you like her maybe you should just see what happens-“ but Nolan was shaking his head.

“No it’s not like that with us. Never has been.” He said quietly hands fiddling with a roll of tape. He was staring at his feet, and Nash had the distinct impression he wasn’t being honest.

“Never?”

“Uh no. She’s just my friend.”

“We’ll I’m excited to meet ‘Just your friend’ in a few weeks.”

He smiled and nodded before standing and wandering away. She caught Travis’s eye and sent him a small smile before Libby called her to the bedroom to help sort out what was hers.

*************

Her house was officially packed but would require another day to move out. The guys would head over in the morning to retrieve the rest of her things so she wouldn’t have to see Justin. They’d piled the boxes neatly in the corner, and filed out of the house to wait for her, giving her a few moments alone for what might be the last time she’d ever see her home.

She looked sadly around at the now nearly empty house. She’d taken everything that was hers and the house looked strange without half the things in it.

“Ready?” She turned to find Travis standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets

“Yeah just taking one last look I guess.”

He nodded and waited as she flipped off the lights and followed him to the door, locking it behind her. She felt a hot tear prick her eye and brushed it away hurriedly as she hugged everyone goodbye.

“Thank you guys.” She touched her heart and smiled at them.

“Anytime!” Joel called over his shoulder. Libby gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her she’d see her tomorrow and after Nolan and Kevin left it was just her and Travis sitting in his car in the dark.

“Ready to go…roomie?” He asked with a small smile. He held out his hand.

Nash looked at it and smiled, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze “Take me home roomie.”

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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slytherin’s secret santa - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; y/n suggests the slytherin house does secret santa. adrian and y/n are among the few slytherin’s who stayed at hogwarts over the break.

Word Count; 2.8k

A/N; merry christmas eve!! love u guys! (this was supposed to go out tmrw but it’s been sitting in my drafts for so long and i’m ITCHING to post it, so think of it as a little gift- merry christmas eve eve)

set during the order of the phoenix, reader’s 6th year and adrian’s 7th.

Warnings; slytherin reader, christmas, fluff

Dates Written; December 14th, 2021

Secret Santa.

It has a million other names, but most of England referred to it as such. It could also be called Kris Kringle.

It was Y/N’s idea for Slytherin house to do it. She brought it up to her dormmates one night and they spread it around and soon enough, almost everyone wanted to participate.

It goes like this. Anyone who wanted to participate wrote their name and their year on a piece of parchment and hung it on the Slytherin Christmas tree.

Some of the 4th years begged Professor Snape to allow a Christmas tree in the common room. He said no for about a week but one morning before classes- everyone woke up and there stood a 10-foot tall evergreen tree, with boxes of green and silver decorations underneath.

That night, a handful of the Slytherins- Y/N included, decorated it together. While a handful of others watched begrudgingly about how stupid Christmas was- but later smiled to themselves when they saw how good it looked, and how cosy and warm it made the otherwise, formal and cold- common room seem.

And by December 10th, they were to choose a random parchment off the tree and get that person a present. No one was to spend exceptionally more or less than 5 galleons, and their gift was to be wrapped and signed under the tree by the night before everyone left for break, and everyone would open their gifts after the feast.

It was debated if their identity should be revealed but after multiple “No one else is getting credit for the gift I put money and effort into”’s, they decided it was best.

Out of the 150 Slytherins who attended Hogwarts, 75 were participating. And Y/N prayed, she wouldn’t get someone from her year.

But after History of Magic one day, when she had a free period. She headed back to the Dungeons to pick a name.

“Palma non sine pulvere” she whispered to the door. The password for the common room changed so often that Snape was surely running out of ideas. During this term alone, it has already been 3 different variations of ‘pure-blood’.

‘Palma non sine pulvere’ was Latin for ‘No reward without effort’. And Y/N was not aware that with attending Hogwarts, she would also need to learn Latin phrases.

The common room was fairly empty, everyone either in class or in their dorms. The tree sat against the wall at the back of the common room, to the left of the fireplace. There were two students sitting at one of the tables, playing wizard’s chess. Y/N didn’t pay them any mind as she approached the tree.

She stood and counted the amount of names still on the tree. There were 7 left. Which was good considering there was still plenty of time to spare before needing to choose a name.

Y/N just really wanted this to go smoothly, it was her idea after all.

She noted that the branch she placed her parchment on, was now bare. Excitement shocked through her and a smile rose to her face.

Without overthinking it she reached up to pluck a name off the tree. She opened it excitedly and in fine, cursive handwriting- it read ‘Astoria Greengrass, Third Year’

Y/N felt confident, “How hard could it be to shop for a 13-year-old girl?” she thought to herself.

Adrian did not have such luck.

He has chosen his Secret Santa just a few days before Y/N. And he had no idea what to get her.

Were they friends? No, not really. She was in the year below him and- really, was one of the only Slytherins in her year. So her friends were a mixture of different people.

They had Herbology together in Adrian’s third year- her second. And she was nice, and they said hello to each other- but that was it.

So when he unfolded his parchment and it read, “Y/N Y/L/N, Sixth Year”, he was nervous. He was beyond nervous, he was terrified.

Hogwarts was having one last trip to Hogsmeade before the break. He would surely find something there, right?

If Adrian could go back in time and slap himself, he would. Because he had just finished scouring his 8th shop in Hogsmeade looking for something for Y/L/N, and he could not find anything.

He couldn’t even worry about who had gotten him, or what he would receive. Because nothing seemed right.

Adrian was cold and tired and he dipped into the first shop he saw that wasn’t crowded.

“Hello, young man!” the clerk hollered. He was tall and jolly. He had grey hair and he wore a long brown coat. Adrian smiled at him and nodded his head to say hello.

He hadn’t prepared well for the cold. He wore a jacket, of course- and he was wearing a hat that covered his ears. But he didn’t deem it necessary to wear gloves that day- and so the cold seemed to suck all the moisture out of his hands- leaving them dry and cold.

He rubbed them together and blew hot air into them. “Cold?” the man asked, to which Adrian nodded quickly. The man motioned for him to come closer and he did.

He cast a simple charm and lit the fireplace behind the counter and allowed Adrian to sit in front of it.

The tip of his nose was red in colour and so were his cheeks- it contrasted nicely against his pale skin in the snow.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked. “You’re welcome to sit until you’re toasty,”

Adrian thanked him and craned his neck to look around the shop. It has countless aisles that were jam-packed with shelves of- stuff. Just stuff.

Knickknacks, dish ware, figurines, jewellery. Anything else you could imagine. And inspiration struck.

“Actually, sir. I’m shopping for a girl for Christmas and I have been wandering around all day and I don’t have a single clue what I could get her. Do you reckon you’ve got something here?” Adrian asked

The man’s mouth opened and he let out an “Ahh” in understanding. “This girl, is she special to you?” he asked.

Adrian was glad that the harsh coldness outside had flushed his cheeks red, because now his faint blush wouldn’t be so apparent. He sputtered in an effort to defend himself.

The man smiled as he watched Adrian scramble before giving up and letting out a sigh. “We aren’t very close. I’ve-” he began.

He looked around and twiddled his thumbs nervously. Scared to confide in this random shop owner about something he hadn’t even told his closest friends. “I’ve been mad for her for 3 years. But we aren’t really even friends. And I’ve drawn her name for this stupid ‘Secret Santa’ thing- and I don’t want to mess it up”

Adrian smiled sheepishly, it felt good to let it off his chest.

“Alright, son. I’ve got just the thing.” And the man got up and left.

Adrian was left alone. His slender fingers were warm by the fire, albeit- still red in colour. He reached up to pull his hat off, revealing his brown curls and he to combed his fingers through them. His hair had fallen flat under the hat.

He had high hopes for this shop.

It was silly that he was putting so much thought into this. Surely no one else was.

“Here. Do any of these pique your fancy?” And a box was placed in front of him. It was a wooden box with a clear top. Well, it was once clear. Now- it was dusty and cloudy. But Adrian could vaguely make out what was inside.

He opened the lid and in were countless pieces of vintage-looking jewellery. It smelled like old coins but Adrian found himself digging through it all anyways.

He found rings and bracelets and necklaces of all kinds.

“Say, where does all this stuff come from?” Adrian asked, as he sifted through.

“Oh. Well, some of it is given, some of them are lost items. I don’t get too many visitors around here, so some of this stuff I’ve had for years”

Adrian remembers how when he came into the shop, it was tucked away. He could understand how easily it could be overlooked. It didn’t look like much but inside it was truly extraordinary,

The man continued to talk and Adrian picked up a necklace.

He held it in his hands. It was silver in colour- so old it was beginning to turn copper. It was detailed with curly engravings and in the centre- there was a pearly gemstone.

As he looked closer he noticed hinges on its left side. He went to pry it open and saw it was a locket. The inside was empty- which Adrian was glad for. He would feel bad removing the stranger’s photo.

He stopped talking as he saw the young man’s eyes were enchanted by the opal locket. “I’ve had that one for ages. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Adrian tore his eyes away and nodded. “2 galleons and It’s yours, son”

“You’ve got a deal” Adrian smiled and dug out his galleons. He dropped the coins onto the counter and carefully placed the necklace into the pocket of his coat.

“Pick her up a pack of sweets to go with that” he suggested as he took the box back and Adrian nodded- bidding him a ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’ and dipped out across the street and into Honeydukes.

“Malfoy! This one’s yours! From Higgs”

Snickers bounced across the common room. Y/N never understood why Snape had taken Malfoy’s bribes to get Draco on their house team. Sure he was a good seeker, but Terence was worlds better.

Draco sent a sarcastic smile to the rest of the kids and grabbed the box from Holden Ledbury- who was sitting on the floor by the tree and handing out the gifts.

“Oh, Cheer up! Malfoy!” Blaise Zabini called from his spot on the sofa and Draco launched a pillow his way.

Y/N smiled slightly at the exchange. She liked Draco, they were decent friends. He was nice to her. And he seemed off this year, so it was nice to see him in the way he used to be- even if it was just for an afternoon.

She sat with him at the feast- he seemed excited about the exchange. Whether it was because he was excited to receive his present or see his Secret Santa receive theirs from him, was unclear.

Y/N ended up getting Astoria a hooded cape that was dark plum in colour. She thought she would like it. It wasn’t as long as a normal cloak so it would be a nice addition to her wardrobe.

And she did like it. It was sweet to see her open it.

“This one is for” Holden dragged on, holding the white gift bag- searching for the tag. “Y/N! From Pucey!”

Her eyes darted across the room to Adrian and he waved at her with a smile. “You can leave it there, Holden! I’m gonna open mine on Christmas”

“You’re not going home, Y/L/N?” Blaise asked. And she shook her head.

“Nah, I like staying here over the holidays” She shrugged, as Holden continued to call out names.

“Well what d’ya say I come back a little earlier- we can throw a New Year’s Eve party?” he asked and she nodded her head. Telling him it sounds like a plan.

When Adrian’s name was called, he too told Holden to leave it under the tree. She caught his eyes yet again and he just shrugged his shoulder.

The next day, almost all of Slytherin house had left after breakfast. She hugged a few of her friends and said she would see them in the New Year. And some of the Slytherin’s told her they would also be back early for the party.

She spent her days leading up to Christmas exploring the castle, in the library- in the kitchens. She befriended a bunch of the other students who stayed back.

And after dinner, she would sit by the fire in the common room with a mug of hot cocoa.

On Christmas morning, she walked up the steps from the girls dormitory to the common room.

Y/N saw a small group of students sitting around the tree and she smiled at the sight. She spotted Adrian on the sofa and walked over to sit next to him.

“Morning, Pucey”

“Hey. Good morning, Y/N” he returned, he tilted his tin of cookies towards her- offering her one. She reached in and pulled one out.

“You know it’s 8 in the morning?” she teased, taking a bite.

“You know it’s Christmas?” he mocked back with a smile. Y/N, in turn- rolled her eyes and bumped him with her shoulder. Continuing to eat the cookie. “My mum sent them over. My sisters made them a few days after break started”

“Your sisters went home and you didn’t?”

Adrian shrugged. “My older sisters graduated ages ago, but my younger sister went home, yeah. But it’s my last year. I wanted the full Hogwarts Holidays Experience”. It was the best Adrian could come up with without telling her he wanted a chance to spend time with her.

“How’re you liking it?” she asked as Adrian stood to his feet walking over to the tree, reaching down for two gifts. One with Y/N’s name and one with his own.

“It’s going well. A little lonely. Plus, I didn’t want to risk missing the ‘Y/L/N and Zabini New Year’s Eve Slytherin Extravaganza’” Adrian teased. Y/N scoffed in return before eating the last bit of the cookie he had given her.

They continued to talk and take turns grabbing gifts from under the tree. Until eventually- only their Secret Santa gifts were left. Adrian shrugged sheepishly as she took it.

He left his untouched as she reached her hand in the bag, pulling out a long wrapped box. The wrapping paper was dark blue with little Christmas tree designs all over. She ripped it open and took the lid off the box. To reveal the opal necklace.

“Oh, Adrian” she murmured, lifting it from the box. “It’s beautiful”

Adrian watched with a smile as she fawned over the necklace just as he had. He began to tell her the tale, minus the heart to heart he had with the clerk.

She listened intently- as if it was part of her gift. And to her, it was.

“I did some research after buying it. Its an opal. Apparently it’s a symbol of hope and purity- and loyalty. When I got back from Hogsmeade that day. I used a beautification charm, and I wrapped it up,” She smiled as he concluded his story- she handed him the necklace and turned her back, pushing her hair out of the way.

Wordlessly, Adrian fastened the necklace to Y/N’s neck and held his breath as he did it. “There’s something else” Adrian mentioned to the bag.

Y/N nodded and unwrapped a box of Peppermint Toads. She opened her mouth and rose her eyebrows slightly, her face played a guilty expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a hurry. He had been watching her expressions so intently, how could he miss this one.

“What! No, No. Nothing” She tried, placing them in her lap. She had been told before that she didn’t have much of a poker face.

“Y/N!” he insisted. “Your voice just rose like 10 octaves. What’s wrong!”

“It’s fine!”

They went back and forth in the same manner until she broke into a fit of laughter. She hit her hands in her face and smiled.

“It’s not that big a deal! I just” She started. She didn’t want to make him feel bad. “I’m just allergic to peppermint!”

Adrian broke out into loud laugh and leaned against the back of the sofa, sliding down. He too put his head in his hands. “Oh for Merlin’s sake! I am so daft!”

“It’s not your fault! You didn’t know!” She set her hand on his shoulder and tried to help but she ended up in a burst of laughter as well.

Soon they were laughing hysterically together on the sofa of the Slytherin common room as the few other students paid them no mind.

“Well what’re you doing for the rest of the day, then?” He asked once their laughter died off.

Y/N hadn’t given it much thought. You know, It’s Christmas? She should spend it with the people she loved. So she told Adrian she didn’t know.

“Well, let’s go to Hogsmeade. I’ll buy you a butterbeer. It’ll make up for the Peppermint Toads”

She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were soft and hopeful and his face never waivered from a smile.

“Sure, Pucey. I look forward to it”

And that’s how their night went.

They sat in The Three Broomsticks and they each had a butterbeer. Then they shared a slice of cherry pie- and then they each had another butterbeer. They talked about everything and nothing.

They weren’t friends before Christmas of 1995. But they certainly were after.

They walked back to school together, in the cold and in the dark. If anyone else was by their sides they would’ve been miserable. But they laughed and talked together. And it was okay, because they were together.

Adrian slipped on a patch of ice on the path and his face was covered in snow. After Y/N finished laughing, she bent down to help him up but ended up slipping herself and landing beside him.

Scared to try and stand on their own, they laid in the snow together. And they were silently glad to be alone in that moment. They looked up at the stars together through the trees and they made snow angels from their place on the ground. Y/N and Adrian giggled together as they struggled to get back to their feet.

And the night ended in the Slytherin common room.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” Adrian smiled, leaning his head agsisnt the stone wall of the dungeon. His back was wet with melted snow and his skin burned from the quick transition from the low temperature outside to the very high temperature in the castle. But his smile never faded.

Y/N matched his expression and scrunched her nose up, her cheeks began to grow warm with a blush. “Merry Christmas, Adrian”

And with that, they each went to their dorms. And they spent each day for the rest of their break together.

double a/n: in case you want some insight in my brain, this is the opal locket/necklace i picture adrian getting the reader ! i figured i would add it at the end to give you all some creative freedom while your reading to picture your own necklace

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stabbysideblog · 3 years ago

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[DSMP]

Techno's 80th day

Prison arc day 217

"I have-"

"A story?"

"You sound so excited I thought you hated them?"

"I've been bored Techno, at least they were something."

"Want to hear it?"

"Duh!"

"Once there was a man. He was incredibly lucky, from a young age he realized he wasn't the strongest of his peers, he wasn't the fastest or even the most liked. He was the luckiest. Whenever they flipped a coin to decide who would be cleaning or carrying the heaviest items he always seemed to win. As he got older he used this luck to his advantage, he gambled. At first, it was small things. A few bucks, a shift at work, once he even got a bike in a raffle.

The man may have been lucky but he wasn't charismatic, he never could keep a relationship. He would hook up at night but by the time morning came all the passion of the night seemed to evaporate. No relationship of his seemed to last longer than a month. It wasn't until he turned 32 that he finally got into a relationship that lasted. His boyfriend was a handsome man aged 36 with deep brown eyes and the softest smile he's ever seen on a person. He loved him deeply and was loved just as intensely back. They bought a dog together and after a year were planning to get married.

The man's luck only extended so far, his country was plunged into war. Lucky as he was he couldn't evade the draft. His husband, too old to be sucked in himself stayed home. The before he was to leave they cried together through the night. In the morning his husband watched from the doorway with the dog as his soulmate walked away to what would be the next however long of his life. A goodbye kiss and a promise to watch the dog lingered on his lips.

War was bloody, disgusting work, and the man hated every second of it. It was during a run from one trench to the other that he was shot. He didn't die, not immediately. The man, lucky as always, staggered into a forgotten trench as a bomb blew away the rest of his troop that had managed to keep running. The air was thick with blood and gunpowder. The man's breath stunk of dying.

His eyes drifted shut. They did not close. There was a figure standing in front of him. He blinked and realized with a start he couldn't feel his wound. His first thought was that he had died and was a ghost but when he moved it was his body that moved, blood still seeping out of that gaping hole in his side.

'No you haven't died yet' the voice was young and old, sad and relieved, bone-tired and energetic, the voice was death in all of its complexity.

The man's head shot up. It was a baby! Death stood in front of him two feet tall with chubby cheeks and wrinkles so deepset they could only come from an eternity of misery and anguish. A white cloth gently swayed around the being and a funeral shroud came to his mind. The child waved at him, his hands went from a dark black of dead cells to the moldy green of gangrene then, at the final knuckle of each finger was just yellow bone.

'Hello? Can you hear me?' it repeated tilting its head, a single drop of blood hit the floor oozing out of its ear.

The man nodded. 'Y-Yes. What do you want? Are you here to take me away. To kill me and deprive me of my future?' He wanted to cry out, to fight this strange being but his limbs wouldn't comply.

'No, I have an offer for you. 5 games. If you win two. I will grant you any wish. If you don't? I win.' The baby smiled and he could see its teeth, far too sharp. Animalistic.

'Don't you usually have to win 3 out of 5?'

The thing laughed, it sounded like it was screaming. 'I am very lucky'

'So am I.'

'Then this should be fun.'

And so they played. The man won the first game, and the second, and the third. By the time he won the fourth game Death was red in the face and threw the cards to the ground. 'You win. What is your wish?'

The man smiled. 'I wish to live forever but die when I want.'

Death looked surprised. 'I have lived for an infinite number of lifetimes and only 4 times have people defeated me. You're the only one who has wished for that.' The creature snapped its fingers and the man felt his wound start to throb. 'Enjoy your immortal soul' The last thing he saw before his vision faded to black was the smiling face of death.

He survived. He survived the war winning many medals that he felt he never once earned, he was just lucky. He had beaten death though, still drunk off the win he returned home to his husband. They had missed each other and there was no greater happiness than when they reconnected. Well, maybe not.

The man gambled. He won every game. He never considered it a problem, he didn't lose. Even if he pissed off the wrong people he would never die. Everything dissolved into a game of win-lose-earn. He was on the hunt for another big win. He won millions of dollars but it wasn't enough. He traveled around the world for games to win. Eventually, his husband left him, he didn't notice until the next week when he came home to an empty bed and a tearfully worded letter on the kitchen table. He was not invited to the funeral. He didn't even notice, he had games to attend to.

It was a casino in London that he found the thrill he was looking for. The owner of the casino was rumored to have never lost a game. He booked a flight and was sitting at the table by the next night. His opponent was a decrepit old man who handled cards like he was magic they were water flowing through his hands. They shook hands and he knew. They had both seen death. The old man smiled and took his seat. The man lost his first game in 10 years. The betting pool got bigger. He lost. Over and over and over he lost until the fortune he had acquired was gone. He had nothing left, the old man scowled at him. 'You have nothing valuable to offer me. Why did you waste my time?'

It was thrilling. 'I have one last thing to offer. I got a wish. If you put yours on the table I will put mine.' The old man smiled.

'What took you so long?'

The cards were laid on the table. And. He. Won. The man leaped up in joy and the old man leaped in rage. He lunged at the man wrapping his fingers around his throat, eyes bloodshot. The old man let out an animalistic cry of rage and went limp. Officially he had a heart attack. The man knows the truth. He saw the cherub behind him, he felt the warm tingle of another wish.

The man went on to live another 200 years before finally realizing there was no more to be won. Nobody could compete with him. He was old and ready to be with his family. When he died death did not smile and he did not see his husband. "

"Was that supposed to be a happy ending?"

"Whatever you want to focus on I guess."

"And let me guess, no moral?"

"Nope"

"Of course."

They didn't play any games, didn't discuss the new country. They sat in solemn silence the beating of their mortal hearts louder than the lava.

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gaymershigh · 4 years ago

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Aaaaa I'm so glad I found your account! May I request some fluff of the Savanaclaw boys with a gn!so who likes petting them or brushing their hair/tail? I hope you have a good time in this fandom ^^!

Definitely, annonie! This is my first gn reader request too but I won't think it'll change anything that much. Also, thanks! I've been having a nice time here since users and annonies have been so kind when requesting, I feel so warm~

(I took a few days off to finish my minecraft house and to love all my beautiful virtual pets equally, I'm gonna name one of my wolves Jack Howl and you can't stop me-)

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Leona, Ruggie, and Jack with a gn! lover who loves touching their hair and tail

He really enjoys it but he will never admit it since he's a very prideful lion. Like never in a million years.

He'll only do it in private areas and by that I mean his room or botanical garden only.

Not even Ruggie can see this sight, this is for your eyes only and nobody elses.

It's impossible for him to hide his love for head pats, his purrs are so loud and obvious, he hates that part.

ESPECIALLY not Malleus, even he would feel at defeat despite him still tying to gain his reputation back.

Rub and scratch his cute little ears and his tail will wrap around your legs or body as you enjoy his purrs.

Play or brush the end of his fuzzy tail. He's not too much of a fan of it but he wouldn't oppose to it.

Just don't pull it, that'll make Avery angry and he'll growl at you sexily.

When you two are at his or your bed, there will be no limits when the subject is about head pats and tail brushing.

Just make sure you lock the door or he'll ghost you for a few days.

He loves it and he lets you know it. He won't give two shits if it's something embarrassing and childish when if it's with you, that's just how much he trust you.

Just like Leona, don't do it in public or Rook will take notes.

He purrs so much and he also lets you know that fact, this is also a signal for you to pet him more.

He loves your hand stroking his big floppy and fluffy ears, it makes him feel at ease and warm.

You can play with his tail but don't pull it or stroke it without him knowing, he has been traumatized before. thanks, Rook.

He might unconsciously hold your hand back to his hair if you stop petting him, please don't do that, he's the only one here who shows how much he loves it.

He loves getting head pats or tail brushing in the bedroom, with nobody to interrupt and getting double warmth from cozy bed and your heavenly touch.

He might think Leona 10 times for annoying now if he asked for something when you he is receiving hair pats or anything of the sort, just let this man live his nice life ok.

Just give him hair or ear strokes as he sits on your lap or vice versa, as long as he's close to you, anything's possible.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't hate it or anything, it's more like he's in denial.

Everytime you pet him no matter the location, he'll always asks you to stop but don't worry, that just means “please keep going” in tsundere language.

His tail always betrays him kn every single situation. He'll sometimes yell to defend himself from embarrassment when you tease him about letting his head but his tail is wagging so fast it could turn into a hurricane.

He doesn't purr but his tail is the signs of his emotions, though the only thing his tail does when he's with you is 100% wagging.

Scratching the back of his ears is his weak point, his knees will shake if you do that so preferably do that in private.

He secretly loves it if you brush his tail, you can feel the fluffiness of his gigantic tail and he'll enjoy the moments, it's a win-win.

Brush his tail at least once a week for him, would you? His tail can also get knots but it's not noticeable like hair, brush it gently with a comb, he'll be a happy boy.

He doesn't know how to give you head pats without passing awkwardly but he wants to return the favor so he just- holds your arm gently, that's the best he could do.

A blushing mess when it's the first or 100th time you pet his hair, he'll avoid eye contact everytime you pet his head. Though he sometimes look at you when you brush his tail since you always smile and he loves that.

Pat his hair and scratch on his ears if you're laying on a bed together as you hold him close to your neck and wrapping him with your arms. He'll cover his beetroot face by pressing his face against your chest.

My heart stopped when I accidentally pressed queue when it was still an unfinished draft wOO-

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