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"the best at being the worst, but fuck sake i'm already urs "
PAIRING: jake x femreader
SYNOPSIS: a recollection of moments that lead you to confessing your love to your best friend, jake sim.
GENRE: best friends to lovers, fluff, angst (not sorry), student au
WORD COUNT: ~3.4k
WARNINGS: one curse word, mentions of god-drinking-loss of virginity, jake is oblivious, lowercase intended (mention of jay as well) barely proofread, kinda rushed (you can tell the second part was written last HELP)
MESSAGE FROM NIC: HAPPY (late) JAKE DAY 😁 (im a victim of procrastination sorry jake ily)
one rainy day in october was one you’d never forget. you had just started the 8th grade merely a month ago and you weren’t sure how well you were liking it. until that one fateful day. the day you deemed as the best day of your life.
it didn’t start out as the best at first though. the overcast sky had made you want to sleep in more, resulting in your mother threatening that you’d have to walk to school if you didn’t wake up soon. the rain that morning was brutal and unforgiving just like how your first period teacher was going to be if you didn't get to class on time. as soon as your mom parked at the drop-off section you burst through the door and made a run for the school entrance. your tiny body was being weighed down by your damp uniform and your loafers were dragging down the hall.
the clock was ticking with one minute left to make it to class and you’re determined to make it in time. perfect attendance meant a lot to your 14-year-old self and you weren’t going to let a storm get in the way of that. before you could reach for the door handle you feel yourself collide into something hard and you fall straight onto your back. “i’m so sorry! here let me help you up,” a boy’s voice rings in your ears and when you finally are able to look up, your heart stops beating.
a single spotlight shines down (it’s really just the janky hallway lights giving this effect but you’re too hypnotized to think about it) on a boy with the most beautiful, brown eyes you’ve ever seen. a bright, wide smile adorned his lips and you swear you can hear angels singing.
you take the hand that was outstretched to you and stand up, trying your best to get yourself together. you’re internally panicking because why does such a cute boy have to witness you in this state? hair all stringy, uniform jacket half off your body, and not going to lie, you kind of smell like wet dog. you think god is testing you today, he had to be.
the boy didn’t seem to mind though. he thought it was adorable the way you were flustered from running into him. all he could do was stare at you with that smile of his while you frantically made sure everything was in place. “ready?” the mystery boy says while opening the door to the classroom, flashing you a tiny grin. it takes you a second to realize but once you walk into the classroom, your face immediately flushes red in embarrassment. all eyes are on you and cute boy.
mentally you add this to the list of many reasons why you like to be punctual: you hated the nosy gazes people shot your way when you entered a room late. “YN! you’re 5 minutes late. this is unacceptable-” “oh i’m sorry about that sir. i’m new here and got lost and yn was just showing me to class. i’m jake by the way..” jake. jake. jake. you repeat his name in your head a few times before you decide that it’s now your favorite name in the world.
when your teacher assigns jake to be your seatmate and you his tour guide, for once you’re glad you were running late. you also mentally thank god and apologize for accusing him of all the bad things that happened this morning.
two peas in a pod is how people would describe you and jake. never once leaving each other’s side since that one rainy day. you two are so attached at the hip that your family stops questioning why one is always at the other’s house and starts asking when you guys would get together. it’s your freshman year of high school and everyone around you is starting to experiment with crushes and dating so it’s only natural for parents to be curious.
jake of course, is always quick to shut it down before you can even get a word out. “mom she’s my best friend! quit asking that.” you find yourself rolling your eyes everytime he says those infamous words. you want to tell his mom that you would love for her son to be your boyfriend. that you’ve liked him the moment you laid your eyes on him. that you’re not quite sure what love is at the age of 15, but you’re so sure that you feel it whenever you’re around jake.
though you never get to say those words, his has you thinking. you realize that this whole time he never, ever refers to you as a sister, just a best friend. is it silly that your heart flutters with the tiniest amount of hope that it gives you? call it delusion but you can’t help but smile when he leaves out that one little sentence.
“what? would it be so bad to date me?” you tease and lean in, your face almost touching his. if you were to utter another word your lips would be grazing his. the air around you two shifts, no one daring to make another move. his eyes flicker towards your lips for a second and look back up to meet your stare. that split second of hesitation on his end gives you a piece of hope that maybe. just maybe. he could feel the same way about you one day.
his parents share a knowing look before they exit the kitchen, leaving you two in your own world.
three is the number of girlfriends jake has had since you met him. you think three is too many. too many that weren’t you. the first two, gaeul and chaehyun, didn’t last very long.
jake’s track record of relationships so far never threatened your friendship in any way. it always went like this: jake and said girl add each other on social media. jake and girl enter the talking stage for a week. jake and girl start dating officially on the second week. jake and girl only last the next two weeks.
on the fourth week, jake and girl break up because they’re bored and you’re there to fix his broken heart (which only takes him a day of you two playing with layla at the dog park to get over it).
you figured when he meets yizhuo during junior year, it’ll be the same routine all over again. on exactly the fourth week of them being together, you find yourself knocking on his door with two triangle kimbaps and two mango flavored melona ice bars in a plastic bag. it’s what you always brought to cheer him up from a tragic (not really) breakup.
the door swings open and it’s not jake who answers, it’s yizhuo. “oh hi yn! i didn’t know you and jake were hanging out today? i can leave if you guys had plans!” all you can do is smile at her and nod your head no.
that’s another thing about jake’s girlfriends. they’re just as sweet as he is and they give you no reason to hate them. in the back of your mind you figure thats why jake doesn’t like you like that. your smart mouth and sassy attitude aren’t what he looks for in girls. he wants kind, beautiful girls as girlfriends, the total opposite of you. the space you take up in his heart is only enough room to be his best friend and his best friend only.
when you get home from basically being rejected, jake sends you an “im sorry :(“ text. you simply reply back with “its fine” because you can never stay mad at him.
you hate yourself for being weak and having the biggest soft spot for jake. he could even forget your birthday and you’d still forgive him. but how could you not?
as the night is nearing to a close and you’re laying in bed, a buzzing noise jolts you awake. taking your phone from the nightstand, you feign annoyance at the caller, “did you need to call in the middle of the night? i’m about to sleep you know!”
“don’t be so dramatic,” you could practically hear how his eyes are rolling playfully now, “i’m at your window. let me in doofus.” and even though you swore up and down to yourself that today was the day you start getting over jake, you let him in your room.
both of you end up on the floor, your backs resting on the foot of your bed with no one saying a word. the tension is thick for some reason and jake wants to get rid of it as fast as he can.
“hey,” he nudges your shoulder with his, “are you mad at me because i didn’t hang out with you earlier? in my defense, we didn’t have official plans.”
and there it his. his signature pouty face he always pulls when you’re mad at him. he knows it’s your kryptonite. you absolutely can’t resist it. and so you crack.
“okay stop it with that face i’m not mad! it was my fault for showing up unannounced. i’m sorry if i interrupted you and yizhou, i didn’t think she’d be there.” your voice goes weak by the end of your sentence, the mention of his girlfriend making you nauseous.
jake slides his arm around your shoulders and he brings you into a side hug. you allow yourself to melt into him and savor this moment, deciding that getting over jake will be for another time.
the tension in the air is dissipated into a comforting silence. it’s just jake and you. you and jake. something you wish will never change.
(jake and yizhuo end up staying together for eight weeks. you think eight is too many.)
four years later and you and jake are now 18, entering the next stage of life. college. it had been four years since the day you met him in that hallway, drenched from the rain. those years ended up being filled with late movie nights, countless study dates, and getting caught sneaking out for convenience store runs together way too many times. jake consumed every aspect of your youth and you couldn't help but feel excited that the future will too.
it’s the second time the two of you start freshman year together and a pact is made to stick together. not that anything would get in the way of your friendship because nothing ever has yet, but you both feel with this new beginning you guys needed to solidify the strong friendship you share. a new school meant new hobbies, new classes, new teachers, and more importantly, new friends. you both pinky promise to stay by each other’s side no matter what college would throw at you guys.
unfortunately, promises were always meant to be broken. the first couple of months started off strong, you and jake getting drunk on saturdays and being hungover at the library on sundays catching up on school work. the newfound freedom you both had made for the ultimate college experience. you two managed to form a little friend group that quickly grew close. there was never a dull moment with everyone around and especially never a dull moment with jake. things were good until they weren’t anymore and you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where everything started falling apart.
could it have been when jake lost his virginity to that cool senior ryunjin? that couldn’t be it, he never talked to her again and even expressed he wished it was you who he lost it to. (you don’t let it get to your head though, jake was never a coherent drunk.)
could it have been when he skipped out on your weekly study sessions for the first time to try out for intramural flag football? nope, that wasn’t it at all. though you were sad to not have been with jake that sunday to recap the wild events from the previous night, you were happy he was indulging in sports since it was his favorite thing to do (after hanging out with you of course.)
could it have been when jake said he strictly sees you as a best friend to the guys when they were teasing him about you? well, maybe. you didn’t mean to eavesdrop while you were walking up to the spot in the quad your friends always lounged at but upon hearing your name, you couldn’t help it.
“dude c'mon, you mean to tell me you’ve never once kissed yn? not even accidentally?” jay questioned while laying on his back, soaking up the sun. jake shrugs while sipping on his coffee, “nah man she’s been my best friend since we were in middle school. it would be really awkward.” jay seems to not believe it but he doesn’t pry anymore. “whatever man, all i’m saying is that if i had a “best friend” as pretty as yn i would’ve wifed her up real quick.” you don’t stay long enough to listen to what the rest of the conversation entails so you don’t hear jake say he’s considered it many, many times.
you should be used to him showing disdain at the idea of anything romantic towards you. you’ve spent all these years hearing the same comment over and over so it shouldn’t affect you this much. but this time, it’s different. though there may have been times that jake blew you off, he always did something to make up for it. growing up with jake meant you got to witness the changes he went through. he no longer pulled that cute pouty face to apologize to you. instead, he would buy you your favorite coffee and write cute notes on the cup everyday for a week. he would surprise you with movie tickets to a movie he knew you were interested in at the time. he would plan “epic sleepovers” (his words not yours) and cuddle you to sleep on those nights.
he makes up for the times he isn’t there for you and for a moment, you accept his new form of apologizing. “actions speak louder than words,” is a notion you firmly believed in so this false sense of reality jake created between the two of you only makes your heart grow fonder of him. so when he said he could never see you in that way, it hurts this time.
five days of ignoring jake is what it took for him to come banging on your apartment door, beeging to talk to you. it hurt you to have to do this, but what he did to you at a party about a week ago was your final straw.
it should’ve been like any typical saturday night. the friend group attending a random frat party and getting shitfaced wasn’t anything new, in fact you guys seemed to top every weekend together and this one shouldn’t have been different. it started with an intense game of beer pong, guys vs. girls. the only catch, losers have to give the winners a kiss. you don’t miss the way jay orchestrates the teams leading you and jake to go against one another and you definitely don’t miss jake’s unreadable expression when he realizes what’s going on.
did the thought of kissing you really disgust him that much? you shrug it all off and continue to play because there was no way you were getting out of this situation with your drunk friends. they’d never let you hear the end of it calling you a “pussy” for chickening out on a simple game of beer pong. as the game goes on, you can feel your nerves growing. no matter the outcome, you were about to have your very first kiss with jake out of all people. once your final throw of the game makes it into the last cup, the crowd around you cheers.
you glance at jake with hopeful eyes but his never meet yours. before you could even take a step towards him, he interrupts you. "guys i’m not gonna kiss yn. friends don’t do that, it’s weird.” he steps away from the group and you can hear your heart shattering in your chest. taking a look around all you see are pitiful eyes directed towards you.
that night ended in you crying yourself to sleep, the realization hitting you that after everything you two have been through, jake truly didn’t feel the same as you did. the destructive thoughts plaguing your mind lead you to ignoring jake for the first time ever in your friendship with him. you couldn’t handle seeing him as he basically embarrassed you in front of all of your friends. if jake couldn’t even last one second kissing you because he lost a stupid game of beer pong, what makes you think he could ever want to be in a relationship with you?
hours have passed now and jake hasn’t stopped knocking at your door. he’s sitting on the cold, concrete floor leaving light taps while the words “yn, let me innn” leave his mouth every two minutes. the weather turned gloomy, much like your mood, and you finally decide to let jake in. you can’t have him walking back home in the rain can you?
“finally. yn please let me apologize-” “what’s there to apologize for? i’m not sure why you waited outside the door for so long when we have nothing to talk about.” jake shakes his head in disbelief. sure you can be pessimistic and hard headed at times but it was never directed towards him. he leads you to sit across from him on your tiny couch and the awkwardness settles in.
“look. i’m sorry for what i said that night. i just didn’t want to do anything you’d regret. we’ve been friends for so long and i-”
“GOD JAKE! are you an idiot?! why would i ever regret kissing you? have you been this blind the whole time?” when he doesn’t say a word you continue, “i have been in love with you this whole damn time! i love your beautiful brown eyes. your cute smile. the way you laugh at everything i do even when i make a bad joke. i love the that you remember every little thing about me and you listen to every word i have to say. i love how you have the biggest heart and you always left a space in it for me all of these years. how you make sure i’m never left out. how we can we be absolutely be doing nothing but it doesn’t matter because i’m with you.
so yes. i WANTED to kiss you. i thought that would finally be my chance but i guess not. you clearly don’t feel the same way and i appreciate you staying outside my door for so long to apologize but i’m far too embarrassed now that i’ve finally confessed so if you could just please leave so i can start getting over you.”
once you finish rambling you finally take a look at jake. you know him like the back of your hand, always being able to read his emotions but lately, you’re not so sure. you can’t seem to figure out what he’s thinking right now and you’re sure his silence is a sign you’ve been right this whole time.
“are you gonna let me speak now?” you nod your head slowly and let him talk. “i know. i’m an idiot. i’m an idiot for never realizing your feelings but an even bigger one for not realizing my own.” he makes his way towards you and takes your face in his hands, “i’m in love with you too yn. i love everything about you and then some.” his confession leaves you at a loss for words and jake takes it as a sign to finally kiss you.
when his lips touch yours everything feels right again. you’ve waited so long for this moment and it couldn’t have been more perfect. butterflies erupt in your stomach and sparks are flying everywhere. after a few shared kisses you rest your forehead against his. a smile breaks onto your face and you stare into his eyes longingly. it was just jake and you. you and jake.
“so. will you be mine yn?”
“i was already yours to begin with, doofus.” jake flashes that cute smile of his that you love and leans in to kiss you once again.
you've spent four years wondering if jake could ever return your feelings. day after day being his best friend that's hopelessly in love with him. now that you didn't have to wonder anymore, you deem that this rainy day is the best day of your life.
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Spencer x Reader Series Masterlist 1
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Rusty - After suffering unimaginable horrors in his three months spent in prison, Spencer Reid struggles to bounce back to his former glory. And when he almost dies at the hands of Benjamin Merva, it’s one trauma too many to bear. So Spencer ups sticks and relocates to a ranch in the middle of nowhere, leaving behind his job, his friends and his relationship.
And then he meets you, a mysterious stranger, who helps him out of a tight spot. You’re looking for a place to lay low and he’s in need of assistance. It’s a match made in heaven. Isn’t it?
You both have pasts you’d rather remained buried. But when those pasts both collide in your present, it can either tear you apart or force you close together.
You’re both just a little rusty, but practice makes perfect. (Fem! Reader) NSFW 18+
Chapter 1 - Wanted Dead or Alive
Chapter 2 - Take Me Home, Country Roads
Chapter 3 - I Walk the Line
Chapter 4 - The Ballad of the Lonesome Cowboy
Chapter 5 - Gunpowder and Led
Chapter 6 - Tumbling Tumbleweeds
Chapter 7 - Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)
Chapter 8 - A Horse With No Name
Chapter 9 - A Cowboys Cowgirl
Chapter 10 - Back in the Saddle Again
Chapter 11 - All My Ex’s Live in Texas
Chapter 12 - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
Chapter 13 - Friends in Low Places
Chapter 14 - Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Chapter 15 - Heavens Just a Sin Away
Chapter 16 - Take Your Memory With You
Chapter 17 - Gunfight at the O.K. Corral
Chapter 18 - So Little I Wanted - two part chapter
Chapter 19 - So Little I Got - two part chapter
Chapter 20 - Fires Don’t Start Themselves
Chapter 21 - Night Riders Lament
Chapter 22 - If Tomorrow Never Comes
Chapter 23 - Only the Lonely
Chapter 24 - Bless the Broken Road
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Back home p.15
Hii guyss, here's part 15 of the story. If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist and if you missed part 14, here it is.
Your life in Monaco was idyllic, growing up alongside the Leclercs. But everything changes when you're forced to leave. Now, returning to the place you once called home, you're confronted with a dilemma: not one, but two Leclerc brothers vying for your heart. Old bonds and unresolved emotions collide-what will you do when the past and present merge in unexpected ways?
Charles had secured fourth place in qualifying, a strong result for the weekend. You had cheered loudly from the paddock, your heart swelling with pride at his performance. But the excitement of the day couldn’t shake the nervous energy bubbling inside you. By the time Charles finished his debrief and met you outside the Ferrari motorhome, you were barely holding it together.
“Ready to head back?” he asked, his eyes soft as he smiled at you.
You nodded, following him silently to the car. The drive to the hotel felt different from usual—quieter, heavier. Charles glanced at you a few times, his brows furrowing slightly, but he didn’t press. Once inside your room, the dam broke. You couldn’t keep it in any longer.
You began pacing, wringing your hands as your thoughts raced. Charles watched you from the bed, concern etched across his face.
“Y/N,” he said gently, standing up. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting strange all day.”
You stopped pacing, turning to him. His genuine worry only made the lump in your throat grow. “Charles… I need to talk to you about something,” you said, your voice trembling.
He nodded, taking a cautious step toward you. “Okay. Talk to me.”
Taking a deep breath, you said, “I need to know how you feel about me. Because I think… I think I’m starting to catch feelings for you, and I need to know if I’m just imagining everything. If I’m just… one of the girls you’re talking to.”
His expression shifted to one of surprise, and for a moment, he said nothing. Then, he smiled—a soft, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat.
“You’re not just one of the girls, Y/N,” he said, his voice steady and warm. He stepped closer, his hands gently taking yours. “You’re the girl. The only one.”
Your breath caught, your heart hammering in your chest. “You… you like me?” you whispered.
He chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “I’ve had feelings for you for a while now,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to ruin what we had, so I kept quiet. But seeing you here, supporting me this weekend—it’s made me realize how much I want you by my side.”
A tear slipped down your cheek, and Charles reached up to brush it away. “I actually wanted to give you this tomorrow, after the race,” he said, his voice soft. “But now feels like the right time.”
He pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a delicate necklace with a red heart pendant. The color shimmered like the Ferrari red you’d seen on the track, vibrant and beautiful.
“Charles…” you murmured, your voice breaking.
“I wanted you to have something to remind you how important you are to me,” he said, unclasping the necklace. “May I?”
You nodded, your hands shaking slightly as you turned around. He fastened the necklace around your neck, his fingers lingering for a moment against your skin. When you turned back to face him, his gaze was full of warmth and something deeper.
“Thank you,” you said, your voice barely audible. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” he replied, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned closer.
For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. But then, Charles pulled back slightly, his expression turning serious. “Can I ask you something?”
You nodded, your stomach knotting at the shift in his tone.
“Who told you I was talking to other girls?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.
You hesitated, guilt twisting in your chest. But you knew you couldn’t lie to him. “Arthur,” you said quietly, your gaze dropping to the floor.
Charles stiffened, his jaw tightening as he processed your words. “Arthur,” he repeated, his tone unreadable.
You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of anger or betrayal. Instead, his gaze softened as he took a deep breath. “We’ll deal with that later,” he said, his fingers brushing against the pendant around your neck. “Right now, all that matters is us.”
He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you felt the weight of the moment settle between you. Despite the tension, there was a sense of peace—a feeling that, no matter what came next, you and Charles would face it together.
Part 16
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IWTV S2 - Cast & Productions Interviews - Part Two
This is a compilation of all cast and productions interviews during Interview with the Vampire Season Two.
(Disclaimer: If I've missed something or miscalculated, please just let me know.)
The first half of the interviews are listed and linked here, from April 29 - June 8.
The second half of the interviews are below, from June 9 - July 3⬇️
Week of Episode 2x5 (June 9 – June 15)
June 9 – Tell-Tale TV – How Rolin Jones Solved the ‘Weird Lestat Problem’ on ‘Interview with the Vampire’: Plus Details on Claudia’s Recasting, Ben Daniels as Santiago, and More - Rolin Jones and Mark Johnson
June 9 – Entertainment Weekly – Interview With the Vampire stars break down the truth of what happened in San Francisco - Jacob Anderson and Assad Zaman
June 9 – Comic Book – Luke Brandon Field Talks Young Daniel Molloy and That Fateful Original Interview - Luke Brandon Field
June 9 – TV Guide – A Conversation With Interview with the Vampire's Daniel Molloys, Eric Bogosian and Luke Brandon Field - Eric Bogosian and Luke Brandon Field
June 9 – TV Insider – Inside the Brutal ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Season 2 San Francisco Flashback - Rolin Jones, Assad Zaman, Luke Brandon Field, Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson
June 9 – Screen Rant – Interview With The Vampire Season 2, Episode 5: Luke Brandon Field On Exploring Daniel's Past & Bonding With Louis - Luke Brandon Field
June 9 – Collider – Luke Brandon Field Dissects His "Tough" 'Interview with the Vampire' Episode - Luke Brandon Field
June 10 – The Wrap – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Star Luke Brandon Field on Excavating Daniel Molloy’s Past: ‘A Visceral, Sublime Experience’ - Luke Brandon Field
June 10 – Autumn Brown (Video) – Double Vision with Eric Bogosian & Luke Brandon Field - Eric Bogosian and Luke Brandon Field
June 10 – AMC Talk – Composer Daniel Hart Breaks Down The Music Behind The Madness Of Season 2 - Daniel Hart
June 12 – TV Guide – Interview with the Vampire Costume Designer Carol Cutshall Delves Into Season 2's Best Looks - Carol Cutshall
June 12 – The Mary Sue (Video) – Luke Brandon Field on young Daniel, music, and 'Interview With the Vampire' – Luke Brandon Field
June 13 – TV Insider – ‘Interview With the Vampire’: Luke Brandon Field Reveals His & Eric Bogosian’s Shared Inspiration for Daniel - Luke Brandon Field, Eric Bogosian and Rolin Jones
June 14 – TV Guide (Video) – Interview with the Vampire: Louis and Daniel Discover Shared Trauma – Assad Zaman and Eric Bogosian
June 14 – On the Score – DANIEL HART continues his INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE - Daniel Hart
Week of Episode 2x6 (June 16 – June 22)
June 16 – Entertainment Weekly – Interview With the Vampire stars dissect episode 6's tragic betrayal - Jacob Anderson, Assad Zaman and Delainey Hayles
June 16 – TV Insider – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Stars on Armand’s Betrayal, Madeleine’s Transformation & That Major Twist - Jacob Anderson, Assad Zaman, Delainey Hayles and Sam Reid
June 17 – Collider – 'Interview with the Vampire' Creator on Telling a Haunting Season 2 That Will "Stay in Your Bones" - Rolin Jones and Mark Johnson
June 17 – TV Guide (Video) – Interview with the Vampire Stars Rewatch Season 2 Scenes – Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid and Delainey Hayles
June 17 – Autumn Brown (Video) – Dressed to Depress with Roxane Duran – Roxane Duran
June 17 – AMC Talk – Sam Reid’s Character Lestat Is Hot & Bothered For All The Wrong Reasons - Sam Reid
June 18 – Podsluchane (Video) – Assad wants to see the world burn – Assad Zaman
June 19 – Katie O’shaughnessy (Video) – Chatting with Assad Zaman! – Assad Zaman
June 20 – TV Insider – How to Prepare for Lestat’s Return in ‘Interview With the Vampire’s Most Pivotal Episode - Sam Reid and Rolin Jones
June 21 – ReVamp – Delainey Hayles - Delainey Hayles
Week of Episode 2x7 (June 23 – June 29)
June 23 – Collider – ‘Interview with the Vampire’s Assad Zaman & Eric Bogosian on Season 2’s Satisfying Conclusion - Assad Zaman and Eric Bogosian
June 23 – Collider – 'Interview with the Vampire's Roxane Duran Explains Madeleine's Fateful Choice - Roxane Duran
June 23 – Entertainment Weekly – Interview With the Vampire's Sam Reid breaks down that 'brutal, heartbreaking' death - Sam Reid
June 23 – Screen Rant – Interview With The Vampire Season 2, Episode 7: Roxane Duran On Madeleine & Claudia's Fate - Roxane Duran
June 23 – Decider – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Stars Sam Reid and Delainey Hayles Break Down Claudia’s Final Moments: “Lestat’s Never Gonna Get Over It” - Sam Reid and Delainey Hayles
June 23 – Screen Rant – Interview With The Vampire Season 2, Episode 7: Sam Reid On Lestat's Plan (Or Lack Thereof) For The Trial - Sam Reid
June 23 – TV Guide – Interview with the Vampire's Delainey Hayles and Rolin Jones 'Leaned Into Grotesque Beauty' for the Trial's 'Horrifying' End - Delainey Hayles and Rolin Jones
June 23 – TV Insider – Inside ‘Interview With the Vampire’s Most Tragic Hour: The Trial Explained - Delainey Hayles, Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid and Roxane Duran
June 23 – Comic Book – Interview With the Vampire: Roxane Duran Breaks Down Madeline's Tragic Fate - Roxane Duran
June 23 – TV Line – Interview With the Vampire EP on the ‘Grotesque Beauty’ of [Spoiler]’s Death Ahead of Season 2 Finale - Rolin Jones
June 23 – Vulture – Delainey Hayles Played Claudia’s IWTV Tragedy Like a Volcano - Delainey Hayles
June 24 – AMC Talk – Assad Zaman On Armand’s Alien Beauty In Season 2 - Assad Zaman
June 25 – TV Insider – ‘Interview With the Vampire’: Roxane Duran Says Madeleine’s Illicit Affair Was ‘Not About Love’ - Roxane Duran
June 26 – The Hollywood Reporter – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Renewed for Season 3 at AMC - Sam Reid
June 26 – MXDWN – Showrunner Rolin Jones, EP Mark Johnson, And Actor Assad Zaman Discuss Journey To Paris For ‘Interview With The Vampire’ S2 - Rolin Jones, Mark Johnson and Assad Zaman
June 28 – Autumn Brown (Video) – Terrorized and Therapized with Sam Reid – Sam Reid
Post-Finale Interviews (June 30)
June 30 – ATX Festival Panel (Video) – Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire Q&A with Creatives & Cast – Assad Zaman, Rolin Jones and Mark Johnson
June 30 – Variety – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Team on the Finale’s Big Reunion and How Season 3 Will Feel Like It’s Been ‘Taken Hostage By Lestat’ - Jacob Anderson, Sam Reid, Delainey Hayles and Rolin Jones
June 30 – Screen Rant – Interview With The Vampire Season 2, Episode 8: Assad Zaman & Eric Bogosian Answer Lingering Devil's Minion Questions - Assad Zaman and Eric Bogosian
June 30 – The Wrap – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Cast Unpacks Season 2 Ending, Teases Season 3 - Sam Reid, Assad Zaman, Jacob Anderson and Rolin Jones
June 30 – Screen Rant – Interview With The Vampire Season 2 Ending: Louis & Lestat's Relationship Future Addressed By Star - Jacob Anderson
June 30 – Decider – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Season 2 Ending Explained: Jacob Anderson Explains the Profound Meaning Behind “I Own The Night” - Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson
June 30 – Collider – 'Interview with the Vampire's Jacob Anderson & Delainey Hayles on the Season 2 Finale's "Sickening Reveal" - Jacob Anderson and Delainey Hayles
June 30 – Vanity Fair – Jacob Anderson Loves Doing “Insane” Things on Interview With the Vampire - Jacob Anderson
June 30 – Collider – Has 'Interview with the Vampire's Sam Reid Ever Played the Real Lestat? It's Complicated - Sam Reid
June 30 – The Daily Beast – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Stars Unpack That Shocking Finale Twist - Assad Zaman and Eric Bogosian
June 30 – Los Angeles Times – ‘Interview With the Vampire’: Rolin Jones on Season 2’s finale; what’s next for Louis and Lestat - Rolin Jones
June 30 – New York Times – ‘Interview with the Vampire’: Ben Daniels on That Bloody Season 2 Finale - Ben Daniels
June 30 – Entertainment Weekly – Interview With the Vampire showrunner and Sam Reid tease season 3 after that emotional finale - Sam Reid and Rolin Jones
June 30 – TV Fanatic – Interview with the Vampire Post-Mortem: Sam Reid On 'Messy' Lestat and Lestat's Reunion With Louis - Sam Reid
June 30 – TV Insider – Behind the Scenes of ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Finale, Plus Season 3 Teases About Lestat & Louis - Rolin Jones and Mark Johnson
June 30 – Screen Rant – Interview With The Vampire Season 2, Episode 8: Jacob Anderson & Delainey Hayles Say Goodbye To Claudia - Jacob Anderson and Delainey Hayles
June 30 – TV Insider – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Stars Break Down That Game-Changing Season 2 Finale - Sam Reid, Jacob Anderson, Assad Zaman and Eric Bogosian
June 30 – TV Line – Interview With the Vampire EP Talks Finale Deaths, Betrayals and Twists, Teases Lestat-Centric Season 3 - Rolin Jones
June 30 – The Hollywood Reporter – ‘Interview With the Vampire’ Boss, Stars Talk Finale’s Heart-Wrenching Twist and Season 3 - Rolin Jones, Assad Zaman, Jacob Anderson and Sam Reid
June 30 – TV Guide – Interview with the Vampire's Jacob Anderson and Rolin Jones Wanted to 'Achieve Vampire Grace' for Louis - Jacob Anderson and Rolin Jones
Post-Finale Interviews (July 1 - July 3)
July 1 – UPI – 'Vampire' star Sam Reid: Claudia, Louis will always be family to Lestat -Sam Reid
July 1 – The A.V. Club – Showrunner Rolin Jones on that explosive Interview With The Vampire finale - Rolin Jones
July 1 – The Wrap – ‘Interview With the Vampire’: Assad Zaman Unpacks the Truth Behind Armand’s Lies - Assad Zaman and Rolin Jones
July 1 – Decider – ‘Interview with the Vampire’ Stars Weigh in on Whether Louis and Lestat are Like Ben and J. Lo: “They Always Get Back Together All the Time” - Sam Reid and Jacob Anderson
July 1 – Little Gold Men – Jacob Anderson Dives Deep Into Interview with the Vampire’s Wild Finale – Podcast - Jacob Anderson
July 2 – Vulture – ‘The Show Is Built to Make People Feel Insane’ A season-two post-immortem with Interview With the Vampire showrunner Rolin Jones. - Rolin Jones
July 2 – Vulture – It Tastes Different Playing Armand - Assad Zaman
July 2 – AMC Talk – Eric Bogosian On Daniel Molloy’s Surprising Journey Through Season 2 - Eric Bogosian
July 3 – Playbill – How Eric Bogosian Achieved a Lifelong Dream in AMC's Interview with the Vampire - Eric Bogosian
July 3 – What to Watch – Sam Reid on how playing Interview with the Vampire's Lestat 'has become a lifestyle' - Sam Reid
July 4 – TV Tonight – How Emma Freeman creates the (bloody) magic for Interview with the Vampire - Emma Freeman
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I have been CHILLING this week post-Vengeance saga release! I managed to avoid debilitating stress and anxiety from the onslaught of fan stuff by simply avoiding all social media for the first two days, so it's been good!
However, I am now BACK, dumping my immediate reaction of the saga from a week ago. I thought I was ready. I was not ready. 600 Strike blew my mind. I was left staring blankly at my ceiling. Jorge please rest sometime, I'm begging you. The amount of talent beaming through my screen is exhausting even me.
Also, to every cast member and collaborator and behind the scenes person: y'all are amazing. Like seriously. I hope you all get a yummy drink and a cozy blanket and just. Bask in the satisfaction of a job well done. Hats off to y'all fr.
Anyways! I keysmashed the following at around midnight, 14 hours before the livestream ('cause australia is the superior timezone /j). Be warned there's LOTS of swearing 'cause sleep deprivation + incoherent excitement lol
AHHH IT'S GO TIME
Ok it's starting the same as the Goodspeed festival showed. Tho, the first lead in sound thing reminds me of Lucids.
Gorgeous vocals. Hate Calypso, love Wangui fr
"Let me speak!" She really doesn't care about his feelings huh. I noticed in LIP as well, she always makes it about her, which is absolutely in character.
Those ensemble harmonies tho!!
"... You do?" Girl you literally told him to lie smh
"Why in the world won't you love me too?" 'Cause he has a WIFE
IT'S HERMES TIME
FSA melody? YO??
"Cause I had one goal in mind..." the silence where the crew's chorus would come in is PAINFUL
BAG?? HERMES!!
"Hello old friend!" Grinning so hard rn
"Well it's a little bit ✨dangerous✨" AHHH IT'S HAPPENING
Fingertapping and headbopping to this chorus
"Put your whole braiin in it!" I love how he says that sm
"And lastly the wind bag" NEW STUFF
WINIONS
Wow ok I did not expect the wind bag to show up again. Tho it makes sense; this is probs the storm that Ody told Sirenelope kept blocking the way home
ODY SINGING THE CHORUS!!!!
RUTHLESSNESS MENTION
"Hermes! Thank you" AHHH THE CALLBACK! He sounds so tired and like down to his bones grateful this time 🥺
"I'm not the one who fought for you!" MY EYES WIDENED SO FAR. WE ALMOST GOT AN ATHENA NAMEDROP. I'll settle for the reference to her
Okeee. Charybdis!!
Oooh it's just like in the reference vid. No lyrics for this start part!
The 5/4 is amazing. And the electric guitar!!
God this song is SO BADASS
LETS GOOOO ODY!!!
ahhh I KNEW there'd be some sort of soft KYFC esque "I can't wait to make some new memories" type verse AND I WAS RIGHT
he sees ithaca!! Oh god poseidon's gonna show up isn't he
my heart's beating so fast i'm scared
PENELOPEEE
the ELECTRONIC DISTORTION OH NO IT'S HIM
RIGHT INTO GET IN THE WATER AHHH
"Coward" AHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE FINALY HEARING THIS FOR REAL
"That's when our paths collide!" THE RASP
"Now get in the water" Oh shiiiit here we go
the choir is so eerie
"GET IN THE WATER" THE GROWL
"aren't you tired poseidon" ooh it's this part!!
ha he changed it to ten years instead of eight like the demo had XD
"maybe you can learn to forgive" the line from that one snippet!
"No" oop
"DIE" DAMN that deep echo!!
*underwater sounds* oh shit ody's fucking dying
NO! FUCKING POLITES
EURY
ANTICLEA
FUCK YOU JORGE
THE CREW
WAITING??? EXCUSE ME WTF
AHHHHHH WHY TF DOES JAY LOVE HURTING US SO
HUH? HUH??? WHAT WAS THAT! AND THERE'S A FUCKING AD. Probs good, I need the break but WAHT. I KNEW he'd do another fucking polites reference gods damnit jorge WHEN I CATCH YOU
Ok time to hear 600 strike. Holy shit we're here
ELECTRIC GUITAR LETS GOOO
Aeolus theme. IS HE GONNA OPEN THE WIND BAG AGAIN??
600 MEN MOTIF HOLY SHIT
ANIME SCREAM
HOly shit there's magic sounds happening. I'm really curious about whatever Jorge's cooking up for the animatic in the livestream, 'cause I have no clue what's happening rn 👀
"For every comrade!" FSA melody!
"all those _ who were slaughtered by your hand" hmm I can't quite hear what he's saying there?
wait wait wait he's ACTUALLY using the power of his 600 men!!
"You idiot" damn lol
DIFFERENT BEAST ODY HOLY SHIT
is that a blade sound effect?
WAIT DID HE JUST STAB HIM WITH HIS OWN TRIDENT
HOLY SHIT ODY
HOLY FUCK
POP OFF ODY
OMG "MONSTER" AND THEN "RUTHLESSNESS"
BRO HE'S BEGGING??
*trident drops* hot damn ody
"Next to my wife." OHHHHHHH MIC DROP
Holy FUCK that was crazy
I'm gonna listen to it again.
Ok but holy shit Odysseus literally just tortured a god until he gave in?? Daym ody
Tho I like how he tries using open arms first, and then ruthlessness. He's kinda found a balance? I say kinda, 'cause he went hard on the ruthlessness, but since he sincerely tried to ask Poseidon to just drop the whole thing already, his later actions in 600 Strike feel more warranted.
I honestly don't know how Jorge keeps doing it. He just keeps topping himself! Like! Thunder Bringer? And then God Games?? And now Six Hundred Strike??? They just keep getting better! Banger after banger, like!! How.
Wait I just wanna. Sit with it. Imma lie down and stare at the ceiling for a bit, aight?
... I am shooketh.
But BRO THAT WAS INSANE! ODY FUCKED HIM UPPP
AMAZING BRAVO EXTRODINARY INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING GORGEOUS WONDERFUL HOW DARE YOU
#long post#my posts#epic the musical#epic the vengeance saga#immediate reaction#jorge rivera herrans#pay for my therapy
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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. Masterpost
On AO3.
AUAUs of and additions to the main verse
On tumblr:
Chapter 1: Prologue, Evan
Chapter 2: Prologue, Eddie
Chapter 3: Two Worlds Colliding
Chapter 4: Three Lives Becoming Intertwined
Chapter 5: Mr. & Mr. Convenience
Chapter 6: A Different Homecoming
Chapter 7: The Curious Case of the New Recruit
Chapter 8: Traumas from the Job
Chapter 9: Almost a Family
Chapter 10: The Seventh Birthday Party
Chapter 11: The Horrible In-Laws Stay
Chapter 12: Dragged Out or Dragged Down
Chapter 13: The Job Offer
Chapter 14: Second First Meeting
Chapter 15: Buckleys Are Good at Secrets
Chapter 16: Abuela’s Roommate
Chapter 17: Shaken Up on the Job
Chapter 18: Broken Bones and Broken Trust
Chapter 19: Building a Life for Yourself
Chapter 20: High on Life (And Substances)
Chapter 21: A Series of Disappointments
Chapter 22: Till Divorce Do Us Part
Chapter 23: The Struggles of Not So Jolly Tidings
Chapter 24: First Date Jitters
Chapter 25: Forced to Stay Behind
Chapter 26: Could I Have Done It?
Chapter 27: No Place to Go
Chapter 28: Damn Sure Not Ready
Chapter 29: A Hit Close to Home
Chapter 30: Family of Evan Buckley
Chapter 31: He Didn’t Say Bye Bye
Chapter 32: Breaking the News
Chapter 33: The… Revelation
Chapter 34: Second First Day
Chapter 35: Eddie Implodes
Chapter 36: The Shield Ceremony
Chapter 37: An Awkward Family Reunion
Chapter 38: No More Mistakes
Chapter 39: Fight and Flight
Chapter 40: The Affair
Chapter 41: The Other Man
Chapter 42: Two Worlds Apart
Chapter 43: The First Step Is Admitting It
Chapter 44: Looking for a Sign
Chapter 45: Just Keep Swimming
Chapter 46: Following Orders
Chapter 47: Don’t Give Up
Chapter 48: A Redo of Buck’s Hospital Stay
Chapter 49: Are Flowers Appropriate?
Chapter 50: Epilogue, Buck and Eddie
#rr masterpost#9-1-1#9 1 1#911#9 1 1 buddie#911 buddie#9 1 1 show#911 show#buddie#buck x eddie#secret marriage of convenience buddie au#the i do verse
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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 | eren jaeger x black
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II. what did i tell you?
✧ summary! — following a blundered primary and a heated argument with his wife, eren knows exactly who to call.
✧ warnings! — mentions of alcohol consumption, suggestive sexual language, adultery (eren is an aspiring cheater again), age gap—reader is 29 and eren is 40
✧ author’s note! — part 2 is here! so happy that you all are loving this series & i thank you for all the support!! 🤎🪽 lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!
✧ word count! — 2.5k
AUGUST 12, THREE MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION
“i can’t even…” mikasa sputtered, running a shaky hand through the sable—and once perfectly coiffed—hair atop her head. “i can’t believe you, eren.” she let the sleek mop of her fur coat droop down her arms, seemingly indifferent as to whether or not it landed on the nearby coat rack. as he watched it collide with the tile floor of their foyer, eren recalled the eight thousand dollar price with a scoff.
“save it, mika.” eren huffed, trying to drown out the sounds of her heels clicking against the floor as she tailed him into the living room.
“oh, trust me, i have. i saved it on the bus. i saved it on the plane. i even saved it on the ride home when it was just the two of us.”
“i meant save it for someone who wants to hear it, ‘cause i sure as hell don’t, mikasa.” he blew the words out as an exasperated sigh.
mikasa barked, the tone of her voice akin to a creaky window. “i’m gonna speak now, and you will hear every word!”
eren could tell just by the way the words scratched against her throat that she was about to lay it on thick. and mikasa had a very poor habit of not knowing when to fucking stop. if he wanted to listen to someone berate him for every mistake he’d ever made, he’d pick up the phone and call his father.
“honestly, eren, do you even want this election?”
“of course i do. do you not see how hard i’ve been working?”
“oh, is that what that was? were you working hard at that primary, because all you managed to do was piss me off.”
“don’t start with me right now. i’m not in the damn mood for this.”
“and you think i am? you think i’m in the mood to be having this conversation?” mikasa laughed, but it felt more like a sarcastically delighted scoff. her eyes went glossy with something familiarly maniacal, and eren could more than tell what she was getting ready to do. arranging a beautiful artillery of words at the tip of her tongue for the sole purpose of destroying him in that very moment. “i mean, do you not realize how lucky you are? you’re smart, you’re rich, you’re handsome, you come from one of the most powerful families in the country. you could have the office right now if you wanted. but you don’t want it.
“i had dreams, y’know. i could’ve been a partner at my firm, but i gave it up. and for what? so you could screw around behind that podium?” mikasa kicked out of her shoes before hooking the heels under her fingers.
eren released the bridge of his nose from the pressing grip of his fingers. “i’ll be at the guest house tonight.”
mikasa only sighed. they seldom got in fights that led to them sleeping separately, but in those rare instances, it was the best (and sometimes the only) option. “right. well, get some rest. we’re meeting with levi tomorrow.”
he took a chance glance into his wife’s eyes—an oasis of grey, brimming with thoughts and emotions of which she had barred his access. save for the frustration evident on all the other parts of her face.
it was so eerily similar to that of his mother. he could count on both hands the number of times she blinked that same world-weary gaze in his father’s direction. how long had she been sleeping in the guest bedroom before she’d considered a divorce?
“yeah. you too.”
14 MAY, SIX MONTHS AFTER THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION
“don’t even try to deny it.” mikasa said. a sick, wifely part of her burned with satisfaction at the sight of your infuriatingly beautiful face—cracked into a myriad of distressing pieces, like a plate she’d just struck with a hammer. “and before you ask, no. i don’t have proof.” if she were being a hundred percent honest with herself, it hadn’t even crossed her mind to gather any proof. what had her marriage done to her? she was a lawyer, and top of her class, godamnit! if eren’s classless affair reduced her to a point of throwing around baseless accusations, then she was just as bad as him. which meant that she needn’t waste any more time on this than absolutely necessary. “but i don’t need any, either. i mean, look at you two.”
you scoffed, seeming to forget that your glass was empty and being met with a jarring (and actually rather rude) slurping noise. thankfully, the waiter was there to swipe the glass from your hand before any more damage to her ears could be done. although, mikasa was almost sick with pleasure as she watched your futile attempt at trying not to crumble. “look at—look at what, exactly?”
“i don’t know what it was, but part of me could just tell he wanted you. maybe it was me being his wife and such, but i just knew. that first night i introduced you two, he had this—this hard-on in his eyes whenever he looked at you.” she thought back to that very night. where you’d seemingly been oblivious to her husband ogling you like you were a piece of meat. “but i could deal with that. i could screw him a little more often. we were supposed to be trying anyway. but then,” at the mention of them trying, mikasa caught you shifting uncomfortably in your seat, and thought to herself, good. she hoped your mind would run itself wild imagining all the trying they did.
“but then?”
mikasa had to brace herself. because eren could be as horny for as many twenty year olds as he wanted. he could have as many stupid, meaningless affairs as he wanted. him being unhappy in their marriage, she could handle that. her husband being careless enough to risk his presidency over some college freshman, she could handle that. none of it would’ve been worse than what he actually did. “i think he actually started to like you.”
AUGUST 12, THREE MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION
you put your house phone out of its ringing misery with a clipped, “hello,” for you had barely graced past your front door and kicked off your heels when it began it’s treacherous trill.
“bad time?” the voice on the other end answered, a voice you immediately (and with some chagrin) recognized to be governor eren jaeger. it’s smooth and relaxed, like he’s just ran a glass of whiskey down his throat. your drunken timbre feels clumsy in comparison.
“oh.” you realize aloud, situating yourself at the foot of your bed. “hi, mr. governor.”
“unh-unh. what did i tell you?”
almost giddily, you plunged your head backwards into your plush, messy comforter, your house phone still clutched in your fingers. “eren.” a low hum rumbled through the receiver, as palpable as though your ear was pressed against his chest. this was an unbelievably bad time for you. your body was still mangled with remnants of fun. you were drunk, sprinkled in party glitter, and you had sporadically made out with jean kirschtein, so you were a little horny too.
“that’s better.” this was so incredibly bad for you. eren was so incredibly bad for you. he was even more enticing over the phone, if not more so. you were so stupid, and you were so screwed if you stayed on the phone with him any longer.
but, really, you couldn’t help yourself. “well, eren, how’d you get my number?”
“uh, mikasa, actually. she wrote it in my planner.”
“that sounds like her. are you forgetful like that?” in the background, you heard the almost hypnotizing sounds of ice clink-ing against a glass. somehow, you just knew it was scotch he was drinking, and you couldn’t fight the various mental images that came with that knowing.
eren only chuckled, and you could practically feel the scotch roll down his throat. “oh, she doesn’t do it for me. it’s in case her planner gets caught in a fire or something.”
at that, a clumsy laugh punched from your throat. “can’t tell if you’re funny or if i’m just drunk.”
“which do you think it is?” your dress suddenly began to feel like a thousand pounds of hot fur on your body rather than the skimpy piece of sequins that it was. eren did that to you. and when you left an ecstatic giggle in the form of your answer, he only further egged you on in your flustered state. “what, you think i’m funny? c’mon tell me.”
if he were in front of you at that moment, you would’ve slipped from your dress without a second’s hesitation. how crazy would it be for you to take your dress off while you were on the phone with him? it’s not like he’d see it or anything. but you so desperately wanted him to, and the fact that he wouldn’t made you so fucking crazy. “i think that you’re lots of things, eren.”
“mhm, like what?”
“can’t say. i’m too drunk.” you let your eyes press shut for a bit, trying almost futilely to think of anything that didn’t involve flashing the governor of california. “and, hey, why’d you call me, anyway? not that i mind or anything, but don’t you have, like, an election to win?”
eren breathed a sigh—docile, yet so strangely and dangerously persuasive. “yeah, but…talking to you is a lot more fun.”
“noooo, come on. tell me the real reason.”
“that is the real reason. i swear on it. we actually were supposed to call you at some point and congratulate you on the premiere. just figured i should get around to it now.”
“do you call all your famous actress friends at—” you cut your eyes over to the alarm clock on your bedside table. “—almost one in the morning? i mean, you’re lucky i was coming home from a party, and not dead asleep or something.”
“party, huh?”
“yeah.” you actually couldn’t help the way your thighs pressed together. “still got my dress on and everything.”
“really?” the muffled sound of him shuffling in his seat made you pinch your lip between your teeth.
you giggled, a reaction you’d probably have to start getting used to for as long as you were around him. “yeah.”
“bet you look real pretty.” he thinks i’m pretty. you could’ve moaned at the thought.
suddenly, your voice was a higher, breathier octave. like you were whispering the words in his ears. “are you thinking about what i look like in my dress?”
“why wouldn’t i be?”
you wanted to take it further. you wanted to ask him what he was wearing. you wanted to ask him if you were making him hard, although a part of you knew you were. you wanted to slide your fingers under your panties and let him hear just how bad he was for you.
just as desire began to pool in your belly, so did a sharp pang of guilt. married man, married man, married man. but he had thrown a few compliments your way and you managed to forget all about that.
“eren,” how wrong would it be for you to slide your dress up your legs until it bunched at your waist? “you know we...” if you slipped the straps off your shoulders and let the rest fall from there, what then? “we c—”
“i know, i know.” he cooed, and his voice crawled out of the receiver and laced you with something. you needed him to whisper those words over your ears, or between your lips, or against whatever body part of yours he’d just finished kissing. you needed it so bad you could’ve cried. “i’m sorry.”
you sat upright, feeling immediately more sober than you had all night. “don’t be.”
“let me. let me be sorry, because i am.” the way he spoke to you was so toothachingly sweet, you think you would walk yourself off a cliff if he was talking you through it. “‘m sorry.”
your eyes close, and you were not sure if they were fluttering shut from tiredness or pressing closed from angst. the only thing you were sure of was that this conversation couldn’t possibly continue any longer. “it’s alright. i think i should be getting to bed anyway. i don’t usually stay up this late talking to future presidents.”
eren chuckled. “maybe you should do it more often.”
“maybe i should.”
AUGUST 12, THREE MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION
“what the fuck,” was how you answered the phone the following morning. you had fallen asleep with it still tucked against your ear and clutched between your fingers, so you’d felt its ringing in all of its chirruping treachery.
“bad time again?” eren responded, his voice tiptoeing over a laugh.
“extremely.” you sat up in bed and took a chance glance at your bedside clock. the only person who could get a pre-eleven o’clock answer from you on one of your off days was hange. and even they knew that the resulting response was usually so grouchy that they’d be better off not bothering. so it all but bewildered you as to why you’d even let eren stay on the phone long enough to come to this realization. “it’s barely ten.”
“so i gather you’re not a morning person?” eren seemed to be the exact opposite. his voice was as brilliantly ecstatic at ten in the morning as yours would normally be after a shot of tequila. it made you want to swing your curtains open and stand tall in the sun, even with the headache spearing through your skull.
despite the small onslaught of revelations, you answered, “if it wasn’t obvious enough.”
“sooo, i’m assuming this is a really bad time to invite you to dinner with mikasa and i.”
“dinner?”
you’re only briefly surprised at his audacity to ask you to dinner with his wife after the night you two had. but then again, you doubt he would’ve even called you if she hadn’t planted your number in his planner. the realization was an emotional whiplash that wasn’t helped by your hungover state.
“uh, yeah. i meant to ask last night, but i guess i didn’t really get around to it.”
i wonder why, you’d wanted to say, but suppressed the urge with a cough. “oh, well, i—”
“and don’t feel pressured to say yes. i know my wife can be a force.”
his wife. the woman who probably awoke him this morning with a smattering of kisses. the woman who felt his arms wrap around her in the comfort of their bed not two minutes after he’d gotten off the phone with you. the same woman whose eyes were filled with nothing but guilt-inducing kindness when she invited you over for golf that night.
the answer should be a flat no. sorry, eren. i don’t think i can do dinner with you and your wife. partly because i’m very obviously and very, very inappropriately sexually attracted to you. and partly because i think i’m a little jealous of your wife. i haven’t quite unpacked that part yet, but i’m sure here—on the phone with you—is probably the worst place to do it. yeah, uh, bye. so, when you fix your stupid lips to say, “eren, the last thing you could ever do is pressure me. of course i’ll go.” you can only assume it’s for those same reasons.
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Sunflower: Book 1 (Complete)
Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Mia) Overall Rating: Mature with explicit smut at later chapters. Series warnings: Sexual content, drinking
(Note: Book 2 tentatively posting in late Oct.)
Summary: Las Vegas drew in people like him. Heart broken, lonely and rejected while his ex married someone else. Here he could be anyone though, flying under the radar of his skyrocketing fame. Las Vegas was home to people like her. Lonely, broke and with the weight of the world on her shoulders. There was never enough of anything except stress. She was one of the countless faces that lived in the shadow of the glittering lights. Two worlds collide in a drunken night neither can remember. What do you do when what happens in Vegas is a legally binding marriage contract between two strangers?
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, Bonus: Wedding night part 1, part 2
Sleepy Mornings (One Shot)
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Tom Hiddleston x Shy!Reader Rated: PG13
Requested: Heyy, If you Take requests, Could i request a Tom hiddleston x shy reader. Them Waking Up together and cuddling and Kissing so basically fluffy?
Offering and Taking: Merdicking
Pairing: MerTom Hiddles x OFC Rated: Adult Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, Merdicks (Tom and his Merpeen both), crisis of faith, dark waters, fluids, algae covered rocks
Summary: Salena, with no ability to fight the merman who’s eye she had caught is forced to go with him. Torn between wanting to live and wanting to accept death, between fighting to remain pure or to experience the earthly pleasures of the flesh, she finds herself in a cave lit by glowing plants of the likes she’d never seen. For better or worse, she doesn’t have to make any decisions herself for he knows exactly what he wants to experience.
The offering, The taking, The keeping
Extra Credit (On Shot)
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Amanda Miyers Rating: Adult
Content Warnings: A professor Student sexual relationship is not moral or ethical in reality. Due to the power the professor has over their student, they cannot truly consent or not consent freely. The consent in this fic is extremely murky at best. Should you find yourself manipulated into a relationship with your professor, know that this is morally and ethically wrong and you are the victim of abuse. Story contains oral sex with male receiving, rough penis in vagina sex, degradation, manipulation, public classroom sex, cream pies, unprotected sex, mention of Plan B. Please read with caution.
Summary: Amanda Miyers is on a mission to complete University in America with as little debt as possible. To do so, she must pass every class and that includes the imposing Professor Hiddleston's class. When she is sure that she'll not be able to manage that, she's forced to ask for another chance at the exam or enough extra credit to pass. Her idea of extra credit and his idea of extra credit are two very different things.
Finding Bobby (requested) One Shot
Paring: Tom x unnamed ofc- first person story Rating: Everyone, Warnings: None?
Request: In honor of dear bobby's birthday could you write a fic about reader and tom finding or adopting him as a puppy please?? Love you ❤
Camping (One shot)
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Rated: PG13
Summary: When Mary catches word that Tom had never been camping it was decided that she had to fix that. What could go wrong?
The Things you find (In the rain) *complete*
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Maggie) Rating: M for light sexual content, nothing explicit warnings: Cheating, unhealthy relationships, excessive drinking,
Summary: Maggie and Evan had just married and were honeymooning in London. He was a difficult man but Maggie was a kind and forgiving soul. She loved him with all she was and when that is thrown away, not even 72 hours after they said their ‘I Do’s, what’s a girl to do? Except perhaps hit up ever bar her feet can take her to while the night sky opens up above her. When Tom’s out walking Bobby in the rain, he’s thankful. It’s true that beast will come into the house muddy and wet. He’ll even likely make a mess. But in the rain, even fewer were out this time of night and he was allowed the simple peace of walking around the park like any other man. In the rain no one expected him to take pictures with them. No one expected him to sign anything. In the rain, no one expected anything of him.
Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4
Fanfic of the fanfic? Hell yes: Day After The Rain- by @just-the-hiddles is a amazing, wonderful and hilarious story about Luke’s reaction to the events of Rain. Worth the read. It’s my new favorite thing. *warning* do not read while drinking/eating- this fic is a choking hazard.
Spring Showers One Shot
A short follow up on Maggie and Tom. How do they hold up after a few months?
Lilith (One Shot)
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Demon ofc (lilith) Rating: M Warnings: Dub con, Sex, Oral, slight public masturbation.
Summary: Thanks to a director with a misguided love for authenticity Tom experiences some unique side effects and a special visitor waiting for him at home
I’m Back (One Shot) *follow up to Lilith*
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Demon ofc (lilith) Rating: M Warnings: Dub con, Sex, Oral, slight public masturbation, rough oral sex (M receiving)
Clueless *Completed*
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Sofya) Rating: T
Summery: Sofya was a perfectly plain woman living a perfectly average life in small town Arizona. She went to work, came home and repeated the process the next day. She dated average men who found her to be too plain and always left. Nothing remarkable every happened to her. When a tall British man named Tom walked into her life- or perhaps it’s better to say when she walked into his, spilling coffee all over them both in the process- her lack of experience with anything beyond plain and average left her clueless as to what was coming. Could Sofya ever be something more than perfectly plain to someone?
Chapters: Coffee, preparations, Hiking, Conventions, Whiskey
Of Mermaids and Fairy Tails (Mermaid Series Part 1) One shot
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OC Rated: G Warnings: Free diving can be a dangerous sport, please swim responsibly.
Summery: Tom, Chris and Chris’ children are traveling, giving mom a break. In an effort to entertain the children, they visit a Mermaid show and it’s hard to say who’s more mesmerized by the mermaid, the children or Tom.
The Mermaid and The Prince (Mermaid Series Part 2) One Shot
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc Rated: G
Summery: Rose and Tom had a few great dates and then, poof, he was off to live his life. If not for the friendly texting, it would be like he was never by her side at all. Yet the memory of his kiss still burns and Rose holds hope of seeing him again, of touching him again. He promised to return to her side and she believed him. But when she finds pictures of him with another woman, doubts creep in. He never said he was hers.
A Mermaid On Holiday (Mermaid Series part 3)
Pairing: Tom hiddleston x ofc (Rose) Rated: M Warnings: Non explicate sexual activity
Summery: Rose has no plans for Christmas and is content to laze around her apartment enjoying the three week break from work that was forced upon her. Tom found himself trying to pick between spending the holiday with Rose in the USA or traveling back home to Britain where he could spend it with his family. With his heart torn between two places and the advise of his Mum in his ear Tom had made his decision. He’d have his cake and get to eat it too. Rose, pack your tail. This Mermaid is going on holiday.
Chapter: Part one, Part two
The Gift He Didn't Know He Needed *One shot Holiday fic*
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Rated: M Warnings: Just some insinuated smut, drinking and hey- if you’re going out in below freezing weather please bring the correct gear even if you don’t plan to spend time outside.
Summery: Being newly single during the holiday season was a drag under the best of circumstances. Spending the holidays far from him and surrounded by happy families made it sting even more. In an effort to hide from the pain, Tom thought it a good idea to book himself a cabin away from town to wallow in his misery. Unfortunately, bad directions and even worse luck aligned and he found himself lost on a mountain during a blizzard. Woefully unprepared for the arctic weather, the world set about turning him into a true frost giant when the engine cut off and refused to return to life. With no cell phone signal, Tom was lost as to what to do about his situation until a truck rolled to a stop and his salvation stepped out into a flurry of snow.
Thirsty Tweets *One Shot*
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC Monica Rating: PG13 Warnings: sexual tweets
Summary: Tom and Monica visit Neil's late night talk show to promote their new movie 'Before Dawn' and get roped into playing Neil's favorite game- "Thirsty Tweets". When Monica finds the tweets she must read uncomfortably sexual she makes do the best she can in the name of being a professional. It wouldn't do to appear to be more because Tom most diffidently doesn't see her that way, right? What happens when its Tom's turn to read the tweets about her?
Too Late? *one shot w/ pick your ending*
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader Rating: G
Note- this is a pick your ending story. Happy or Sad- the ending is up to you.
Summary: While waiting at home for the man you love to return to you the internet serves up pictures that sting and cause all the doubt hidden in your heart to flair to life. When Tom returns home and can’t provide a answer good enough for you, you leave with nothing for the airport. Can Tom change your mind and convince you to stay or is it too late?
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01 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC
Summary: 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.
Masterlist
Keywords/Warnings: Romance, Inaccuracies of the Navy and Marine Biology
01 | Koi No Yokan 🎐
1 year after Top Gun: Maverick
Sunday May 28, 2023
Bradley
It was a sunny mid-morning in San Diego, and Bradley Bradshaw and Natasha Trace were taking the Bronco for a drive down a palm-adorned boulevard.
“Thanks again Rooster,ˮ Nat grinned as she basked in the daylight of the open air. “SʼAlways nice takinʼ a ride in the olʼ girl.ˮ
“Quiet now,ˮ Bradley replied, mocking hurt. “Sheʼll hear you, you know?ˮ
Nat rolled her eyes playfully, untucking her shades from the hem of her tank top and covering her eyes. Seagulls flew overhead, the taste of salt was in the atmosphere, and a lovely shade of blue began to appear on their horizon. Bradley licked his lips and stepped on the accelerator. He reminisced to himself about the beaches in Okinawa from his previous deployment. Sure, they were great but there is something about the California coastline you canʼt just feel the same way about anywhere else.
“You arrived at your destination,ˮ Google announced. “The Umi Research Center. ˮ A crystal dome came into view and steadily emerged as this enormous limestone edifice that was akin to the Parthenon.
Bradley pulled up by the docks and Nat jumped out as soon as the Bronco was in park.
“Wanna come with?ˮ She asked him.
“Iʼll stay put,ˮ Bradley reclined his seat. “Unless this Sam guy, needs to be forcibly removed from the premises?ˮ
“Well in that case, I can handle it myself, canʼt I?ˮ
Bradley turned on the radio and tugged at his Hawaiin-print shirt to fan himself. He watched as Natʼs figure disappeared into the entrance of the building. His attention was then directed towards the sea and the pristine boats that thudded against the docks. Natʼs own sedan was in the shop, so she called in a favor from Bradley to borrow his Bronco. Since there was no way her wheel was to be steered by any other set of hands other than his, Bradley opted to be a personal chauffeur to Nat and her first cousin, Sam, for the day.
The heat of the sun was beginning to wear down Bradley, so he took his keys from the ignition and hopped out for a quick walk on the dock. The cool sea breeze helped soothe the sunʼs scalding presence. It was on days like this when his parents used to take him to the beach as a little boy. But thatʼs all what those moments are now—memories. He stopped to stare at the water. A lot of people like to say he looked a lot like his father, and he agrees. But on some days, it feels like the man staring right back at him was a stranger.
Thud.
Bradley felt something collide against his back, and heard a clatter of things falling against the wooden walkway and a small gasp. He quickly turned around and beheld two boxes filled with audio tapes and folders tipped on their sides, and beside them, a young woman rose to her feet.
“I apologize,ˮ she breathed out as her frame got on her knees and began to return the contents to her boxes. “Iʼm afraid I wasnʼt watching where I was going...ˮ
She was wearing a navy-colored bathing suit underneath a white, fitted, cropped tee-shirt, and a sheer floral shawl tied around her waist. Her feet were clad in copper-colored slippers, her wrists were adorned with braided bracelets, her right ankle with a dainty metal chain, and her neck with a cross underneath a string of little, iridescent pearls. Bradley did not even realize he was on his knees with a tape in his hand, for his eyes simply could not part from her face. Mahogany waves framed her lovely visage and her dark-caramel eyes were cast to the floor beneath them.
“Um... do you mind?ˮ She smiled kindly at him.
“Huh?ˮ
“The tape — in your hand,ˮ she pointed.
“Oh — uh... Sorry,ˮ Bradley scratched the nape of his neck as he reached the tape over to her. Their fingers met and so did their gazes. Bradley chuckled and she shyly looked away.
“Again,ˮ she spoke, as she put one box on top of the other. “I apologize.ˮ
“None needed,ˮ Bradley finally collected himself. “Those look quite heavy, need a hand?ˮ
“If you donʼt mind, please.ˮ She sighed. Bradley eagerly lifted the boxes in his arms.
“Lead the way,ˮ he grinned.
“Thank you,ˮ she replied as they proceeded to cross the dock towards the research center.
“I donʼt recall seeing you around here,ˮ the woman stranger spoke. “Are you new?ˮ
“Nah, Iʼm here with a friend whoʼs picking up a cousin who works here. Apparently, he just came from Antartica.ˮ
“How intersting,ˮ she mused. “I was just stationed there.ˮ
“Youʼre a researcher?ˮ Bradley raised a brow.
“You seem amused.ˮ
“I didnʼt mean to—“ Bradley blushed.
Her laugh resonated, it was as clear as a spring and as sweet as her eyes. It was the kind of sound you wanted to play on repeat.
“I was simply kidding. I know fairly well the distresses of a woman in a man's world... I just choose to make the most fun I can out of it.ˮ
Bradley chuckled.
“You make ‘em underestimate you, then you pull the ground from under their feet like a riptide.ˮ
She looked at him with great consideration.
“You just see right through me, donʼt you?ˮ she teased.
“I think you did, otherwise we wouldnʼt be talking right now. Which would be unfortunate, of course.ˮ
She laughed once more, and Bradley smiled as they stepped into the marble-floored foyer after a swipe of her card at the door. For a research center, this was far grander than Bradley had imagined from the outside looking in. Tall, corinthian, columns lined the limestone walls on either side. In every space, oil paintings of founders with solemn and peaceful expressions resided there. The glass dome above filtered the sun rays into iridescent shards of light that danced on the cylindrical and tremendous aquarium in the center of the room. It housed vibrant schools of reef fish and brilliant coral, all so dramatically composed to evoke in every beholder pure awe. Bradley whistled, head tilted skywards with a gaping mouth.
“Glorious, isnʼt it?ˮ She chuckled at his expression. “Wait ‘til we really get inside.ˮ
Bradley trailed behind her as they crossed the foyer and climbed up the steps just a little bit past the elevators. The space alone was fit to be a ballroom for a grand royal celebration. Shelves and shelves of books lined the limestone curved against concave walls except in the very middle where a tall, rectangular window allowed a picturesque view of the ocean. In the center of the circular facility, a behemoth, holographic globe floated above a ring of conjoined computers. The remaining space was lined with bench tables and plush chairs.
“Welcome to Umi,ˮ The woman stranger smiled.
“The lights on the globe,ˮ Bradley asked her. “Are those your other branches?ˮ
“Every light represents a team of researchers from all divisions, all around the world.“
“Impressive,ˮ Bradley nodded.
“Umi is that and everything else,ˮ She sighed, as she turned towards the elevators.
“You must love working here with that shine of yours and all,ˮ He mused as they waited for a lift up.
“I do,ˮ she replied passionately. “The sea is my first love.ˮ The elevator doors parted open and Bradley followed her in.
“Do you have anything youʼre passionate about, Mr.—?ˮ She spoke to him. “Iʼm sorry I should have asked for your name—“
“Itʼs Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw. And if I may know yours?”
“Lucy,ˮ the woman smiled at him. “Lucy Mitchell.ˮ
“Lucy,ˮ Bradley repeated. “Like light.ˮ
“What?ˮ
“Thatʼs what your name means,ˮ he told her. “Explains the shine.ˮ
“Do you know the meaning of the names of every woman you meet, Mr. Bradshaw?ˮ Lucy raised a brow playfully. “I hate to admit how clever that is of a way to disarm any of us women.ˮ
“Oh yeah,ˮ Bradley played along. “I read about one name every day from my dictionary, yours just happened to pop up recently.ˮ
“Is that so?ˮ She chuckled. “Then I should warn the others, ‘There is a serial flatterer on the loose with an intent to charm!ʼ“
Bradley laughed.
“Iʼm surprised Iʼve kept up a conversation with you this long at all, to be honest.ˮ
“Now what makes you say that?ˮ Lucy cocked her head to the side.
Bradley wanted to say it was because Lucy Mitchell was beautiful and smart and young and hilarious and sophisticated despite the casual comfort her disposition exuded. That Bradley was old and truly awkward when it came to the really pretty girls that make him laugh. How he desired to so effortlessly make her know that she had a slot in his schedule for a dinner with him. Yes she was a stranger, but this entire interaction surely trumped any small talk he had over the previous online dates he set up and the lonesome evenings at the bar bench when women sauntered over to him to have a little fun for the night
Get off your perch and take the fucking shot, Rooster! He could hear Jake Seresin ringing in his ears.
“Lucy—“
“Lucy!ˮ
The elevator doors parted ajar once more, and in front of them, Nat and her cousin Sam were.
“What are you still doing here?ˮ Sam asked her as they stepped off the lift.
“I just remembered that we left some material on deck,ˮ Lucy replied as she gestured towards Bradley. “And this gentleman is helping me get them to my office.ˮ
“Gentleman, huh?ˮ Nat smirked as she leaned her elbow against Samʼs shoulder. She reached out her hand to Lucy.
“Nice to meet ya, the nameʼs Natasha Trace, but itʼs Nat for everybody.ˮ Lucy shook her hand.
“Likewise. Iʼm Lucy, Lucy Mitchell.ˮ
“I see youʼve already met my friend, Lieutenant Bradley,ˮ Nat had a Cheshire grin stretching across her face. Beyond Lucyʼs periphery, Bradley directed Nat a stern look. Nat quickly cocked her head towards Lucy.
“Sheʼs cute,ˮ she mouthed at him. Bradley raised his eyebrows in agreement.
“You must be Samʼs cousin,ˮ Lucy smiled at her. “He talks a lot about you.ˮ
“Aw, Sam!ˮ Nat cooed as she tucked her cousin under her arm and affectionally rubbed his hair. “My little cousin misses me that much?ˮ
“Only how annoying you are!ˮ Sam groaned. He was a young-looking fellow despite his age, a 23-year-old new grad looking like he just celebrated his 16th birthday. He was tall, lanky, and freckled. His dark and bold features are similar to Natʼs, but Sam’s looked a little softer around the edges, like a muted color compared to Natʼs natural exuberance.
“You—ugh.ˮ Sam struggled against Nat. “Must be Bradley, right?ˮ
“Nice to meet ya,ˮ Bradley confirmed.
“Donʼt let Lucy take those to her office,ˮ Sam finally escaped from Natʼs grasp. “Sheʼs been working non-stop in the expedition and I've been given strict orders that she shouldnʼt be here until next week.ˮ
“Oh come on, Sam!ˮ Lucy whined. “These are the mourning recordings! Weʼve never seen them sing like this! If Foster asks, just say I wasnʼt here!ˮ
“Sheʼll have my ass, that woman!ˮ Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Lucy, go home. Compression Sickness is no light matter. Youʼre still recoveri—! You literally just went for a dive, did you?ˮ
“Perhaps,ˮ She replied nonchalantly. Sam groaned.
“Workaholic, huh?ˮ Nat remarked. “Listen, why donʼt you come out with us? Weʼre hitting the Pier today and catching a movie later. That way, Samʼs ass isnʼt grounded and I get a new girlfriend. Iʼm sure Rooster wonʼt mind, do you Rooster?ˮ
Natasha grinned at him smugly, as Lucy chuckled. They were both resigned to Natʼs insistence.
“Of course not,ˮ Bradley replied.
“That settles it,ˮ Nat smiled. “Meet us in the foyer.ˮ
They exchanged places, Nat and Sam towards the lifts and Bradley and Lucy towards the offices. As the doors closed, Natasha sneaked a quick wink in Bradleyʼs direction. In addition to that, her signature, ‘donʼt screw it upʼ look.
“I'm sorry about her,ˮ Bradley spoke as they walked the sun-lit hallways together towards her office. “She doesnʼt get to meet a lot of women in our line of work, and when she does theyʼre often not nice.ˮ
“I think your girlfriendʼs sweet,ˮ Lucy replied. “Sam thinks really highly of—“
“Sheʼs not my girlfriend,ˮ Bradley interjected.
“Oh,ˮ she closed her eyes briefly and shaking her head. “Iʼm sorry, I shouldnʼt have assumed. The both of you just seemed really comfortable with each other.ˮ
“Yeah we get that a lot,ˮ Bradley sighed, a wave of embarrassment washing over him at his premature response. “Sheʼs one of my best friends, thatʼs all. Weʼve known each other for over 15 years.ˮ
“Are you a naval aviator, yourself?ˮ
Lucy noted the swell in his chest and the small proud smirk that settled on his lips. “That I am.ˮ
They finally arrived at the office and Lucy promptly turned her key in the lock. The translucent door swung open and she quickly gestured towards the side of her desk where Bradley deposited the boxes.
“Thank you, Lieutenant.ˮ Lucy smiled.
“At your service,ˮ Bradley replied. As he bent down, she noticed a small, transverse cut in the inside of his left bicep. He was carrying them for much longer than she had anticipated and the upper corner of the top box must have done it. She opened the top cabinet on her table and retrieved a small metal box with a biscuit label.
“Those look good,ˮ Bradley remarked.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Lieutenant,ˮ Lucy laughed. “Iʼve already ate them all. You cut your arm, by the way.ˮ
“Oh would you look at that,ˮ he mused at the prickle of blood that began to emit. “The horror.ˮ
Lucy laughed again.
“Now, now,ˮ she played along as she ripped an antiseptic wipe open from its paper container. “This will all be over soon.ˮ
She pressed the wipe into his bicep. Her hands were dainty and soft and cool against his skin. He watched her eyebrows furrow just a little as she encountered a little resistance from placing a bandaid decorated with small, little fish— and regarded the way her tongue would poke from her lips. Bradley felt a searing heat in his chest and her touch had become so much more apparent to his senses.
“There we go,ˮ Lucy chuckled. “Crisis averted.ˮ Not quite, Bradley thought. Not quite.
A silence fell between them from the moment they left Lucyʼs office; to the moment Natasha elbowed Sam into the back seat with her (even though Sam wanted to call shotgun, but was then dismissed as Nat was playing wingman); to the moment they placed their orders at a nearby Shake Shack; to the moment they sat side by side through two movies at the theatre; and until now as they watched Sam and Nat board the Devilʼs Drop at Ruby Pier. It wasnʼt the awkward, painful kind of silence that say two middle school sweethearts would experience at a secret, last-minute first date as one or other try to make the first move. It was peculiar kind that was quite comforting.
Lucy tugged Bradleyʼs sleeve. He turned to her, very much endeared by this gesture.
“Wanna take a walk?ˮ She suggested.
“Might as well,ˮ he agreed. “Phoenix is an adrenaline junkie, sheʼs gonna try a couple of those kind of rides before sheʼs done.ˮ
“I feel bad leaving Sam,ˮ she frowned. “Heʼs terrified of dives, let alone those rides.ˮ
“I donʼt,ˮ Bradley kidded. “I get you all to myself.ˮ Lucy chuckled.
“Iʼm afraid I donʼt have a lot to offer with my companionship, Lieutenant, but I think those girls do.ˮ She cocked her head towards a herd of girls giggling in Bradleyʼs direction as they stared at him with glinting eyes.
“I gotta say,ˮ Bradley drawled. “Iʼm a bit offended that you think of me that way.ˮ
“How so?ˮ Lucy challenged with a smile.
“I think I can tell for myself the sort of woman I find interesting, little lady.ˮ
“And you happen to find me interesting?ˮ Lucy laughed.
“Very much so.ˮ
They stopped at a saltwater taffy stall as they began to cross the boardwalk. It was by far the grandest saltwater taffy stall on the Pier, decorated with exuberant colors and classy old-time fonts. The vendor was a short, Asian man in what appears to be his 50s, with smile lines and youthful eyes. His skin was the color of chocolate milk and his eyes were piercingly gray.
“Hello Manong,ˮ Lucy grinned at him.
The old manʼs eyes did not shift, but his lips broke into a great smile.
“Lucy!ˮ He exclaimed in a coarse voice. “How are you? Where have you been, silly girl?ˮ His English was perfectly American, but it did betray some intonations of his own mother tongue. Bradley watched as Lucy reached out her palm to his and pressed his knuckle against her forehead.
“Iʼve been well,ˮ she smiled. “I just arrived home today. Where is Victor? Have you been here all day?ˮ
“Now donʼt you worry sweet girl, I just came here for a short shift. Victor is at the hospital with Sherry. I think theyʼre going to have their third kid. His sisterʼs gonna pick me up in an hour.ˮ
“Itʼs the third one already?ˮ
“I know, Iʼm getting old!ˮ He raised his hands laughing as he proceeded to pack a bag for Lucy, working skillful behind the counter. “Youʼll have the usual one, yes? Now whatʼll your friend be having?ˮ
Bradley without having uttered a single word yet, stared at him. “Well, young man?ˮ
“Iʼll have the caramel swirls with raspberries please,ˮ Bradley replied. The old man chuckled as he got to work.
“This your girl?ˮ
“Manong!ˮ Lucy scolded, a blush quickly staining her cheeks.
“I tell you now that sheʼs a keeper!ˮ He laughed as he handed them their taffy. Bradley was ready to swipe his card, when the old man shook his head.
“On the house for sweet Lucy and her new friend!ˮ He said cheerily.
“Thank you Manong,ˮ Lucy smiled. “Youʼre a gem!ˮ
The old man waved at them as they walked farther down the boardwalk. Lucy gently opened her taffy, inhaling its delicious strawberry and vanilla fragrance before enjoying a pair of them. Bradley followed suit.
“That man was blind, wasnʼt he?ˮ Bradley asked her. Lucy nodded.
“Itʼs not just because of his age. His eyesight just suddenly began deteriorating,ˮ she explained. “His family is one of the oldest saltwater taffy makers in California. Victor is his eldest, and took over when his vision got worse.ˮ
“Iʼd say that heʼs one of the most clear-sighted people I ever met,ˮ Bradley said.
“I agree,ˮ she chewed on a vanilla taffy and covered her mouth as she spoke. “I didnʼt think he could tell that you were even there, much less a man. But he probably should never drive a plane, donʼt you think?ˮ
“Absolutely not,ˮ Bradley laughed. “But he did prove you wrong.ˮ Lucy gazed at him.
“That you, Lucy Mitchell, are indeed interesting.ˮ
They arrived at the near end of the boardwalk in silence. Lucy leaned against the railing, staring out into the ocean. The shards of rich light from the opalescent sky above glimmered all around them, and Bradley saw them dance in the irises of her eyes. Her tongue poked out from her smooth lips just as he had seen this morning. Her hair, like the sea before them, trembled at the wind. Then her gaze finally met his.
“I would say the same Lieutenant,ˮ she said to him. “If you spoke truthfully.ˮ
Bradley did not speak. There was a seriousness in the way she looked at him. He would wait for his turn.
“I am not a fickle woman or one who is easily flattered,ˮ she whispered. “But your words today meant greatly to me, and I canʼt help but think of your intentions. You say that Iʼm a riptide. That my passion shines through. Then you say that I am unexpectedly easy to talk to, and now you say that Iʼm interesting. But you’ve only just met me…”
“I donʼt want to you to misconstrue my intentions or yours, Lieutenant,ˮ she spoke bravely. “And I donʼt want to get my hopes up. But aside from all the things youʼve learned about me today, there is something else you should now... “
“Iʼm not one for casual relations. If someone must have me, then he must earn me first.ˮ
Lucy had fired the first shot.
At Natʼs insistence, she persuaded Lucy to let Bradley take her home instead of the taffy-manʼs daughter. To be fair, it was not too far from her apartment and the fact that Bradley got seven more minutes with Lucy was a bonus on account of Natʼs wingman game. She gave a thumbs up to Bradley before assisting a nauseated Sam from the backseat of the Bronco. Lucy and Bradley were once more enveloped in silence, but it was not as comfortable as it had been during their day out together.
“Hereʼs me,ˮ Lucy told him, hopping out of the Bronco.
Bradley turned the ignition off and walked her to the gate of her quaint, little apartment complex. Three rusty-colored brick buildings surrounded a small courtyard with flower gardens and a concrete fountain with small koi.
“I guess this is it,ˮ Lucy smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Lieutenant. Thank you for the ride home.ˮ
As she turned towards the gate to unlock it, all Bradley could think about was the shots he was too reluctant to take — both in the air and his life. So in that moment, in the crimson light of dusk, his fingers instinctively bound themselves around her wrist. She looked at him in surprise, her sweet, caramel eyes glowing in the sunset.
“This morning you asked me what I was passionate about,ˮ he told her. “Even if I did have the time to answer, I wouldnʼt have known what to say to you because as much as I love to fly and...play music—I donʼt— I donʼt think thereʼs anything I love like how you love the sea. I havenʼt found it yet. A-Anyways, Iʼm probably talking stupid right now, but all Iʼm trying to say is... do you want to help me find out?ˮ
“What?ˮ Lucy uttered in a small voice, stunned.
Bradley tried breathing, but suddenly found it very hard to with the thunderous beating in his chest.
“Will you, Lucy Mitchell, go on an official date with me?ˮ
Her silence made him quiver. Despite how clear her gaze was, there was no telling of the tumultuous thoughts that ran behind it.
“Is it because you felt bad for me? For what I said at the Pier?ˮ Lucy asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Not at all,ˮ Bradley insisted. “If anything, it just made my intentions for you clearer.ˮ
“I date to marry Lieutenant and I donʼt settle for less,ˮ she told him firmly.
“Is that supposed to scare me?ˮ
Lucy gazed at him considerably before speaking.
“Is this Saturday okay for you?ˮ
“You can have me by tomorrow,ˮ Bradley grinned.
“Wow Lieutenant,ˮ she chuckled. “Donʼt you think this is going a little too fast?ˮ
“Iʼm a pilot,ˮ he smirked. “Iʼm basically supersonic.ˮ
God, he loved the way she hid her giggles behind her dainty fingers.
“Alright then,ˮ Lucy spoke. “Tomorrow at 1400, come pick me up. Weʼll go to Sitaʼs on Newport Avenue at Ocean Beach and go from there.ˮ
“Itʼs a date,ˮ Bradley smiled.
“Goodnight, Lieutenant.ˮ
“Itʼs Bradley, for you.ˮ
“Goodnight, Rooster.ˮ
Bradley laughed again.
“Goodnight, Angel.ˮ
Fun Fact! “Koi no Yokan” is a Japanese saying, which means love at second sight. It is described as a feeling of inevitably falling for someone. Jump to their first date at 02 | Halo-Halos by Beach! DM to be tagged!
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Big Milestone! We have reached 100 songs on the playlist for everywhere, everything by @lynxindisguise!! Chapter 14 is up, and I have been so excited for this one!!! I've been planning the song selections for a while...wolfstar, Moon-E & Si-ri all get their moments. 🥹
Universe 23,112,125: Robots songs, lyrics and explanations under the cut!
+ CHIHIRO by Billie Eilish
I had been looking for an excuse to add this song to the playlist and when I was talking to Lynx about it, she suggested it would fit well in this chapter, and now that it's out, I agree! I love the sound of this track, and lyrically the whole song fits the vibe, but especially this bit:
But there's a part of me that recognizes you Do you feel it too? When you told me it was serious Were you serious? Mm They told me they were only curious Now it's serious, hm Open up the door, can you open up the door? I know you said before you can't cope with any more You told me it was war, said you'd show me what's in store I hope it's not for sure, can you open up the door? Wringing my hands in my lap And they tell me it's all been a trap And you don't know if you'll make it back I said, "No, don't say that"
+ Nomad by Clairo
This one's for Remus, left behind and missing Sirius.
I'd run the risk of losing everything Sell all my things, become nomadic I'd run the risk, and just in case, I might Sell all my things and become the night Oh, it's hard to believe It's even irrational for me I'm cynical, a mess I'm touch starved and shameless Mm-hmm But I'd rather be alone than a stranger You'd come visit me late at night I'd rather wake up alone than be reminded Of how it was a dream this time [...] Oh, where you hid the key? It's even irrational for me It's chemical, obsessed I blame you for locking me in [...] It's always the same Always the same Every time I see someone new I just think of you, nothing I do Can help it now
+ Wall-E by Thomas Newman
An instrumental track for Moon-E & Si-Ri. 🥹
+ Atlantis by Wunderhorse
A song for the push and pull between Remus and Sirius, and the darker parts about how Remus feels being the one left behind.
I don't wanna be remembered But I don't wanna be forgot And you Maybe you're the great pretender You get everything you want And do they know the place Sunk without a trace Any colour that you like As long as it's black Just as long as it's black Wait There's something I forgot to tell you Something I forgot to say
+ I Want You by Mitski
Two husbands missing each other, and being unable to be together for so many terrible reasons. 🥺
I want you I hold one card That I can't use But I want you You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over and I love you darlin' And I am done, dear You're in the house And I am here in the car I just need a quiet place Where I can scream how I love you I found you I found the door But when I stepped through There was no floor
+ Fixing Wall-E by Thomas Newman.
Instrumental. The scene with Si-ri fixing his broken robot husband BROKE ME OKAY.
+ You Have My Eyes Now by Clues
Sirius and the stones. Remus and being left behind. Robot war. This song has it all.
When the first joints of all the metal collides Cover up your precious eyes and stand to the side The sound is over now You can't hear anymore singing The gold that you hold And from which you made your ring The road is still looking broken You made your own kind of map I saw you leave your bike in the ocean You let your transport rust Ive gone and gave my life to you You have my eyes now
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I'm the anon that ask would you write for guilia I have an idea for her maybe the reader plays a different sport you choose and reader guilia are both each other number one fans
I loved the request. I hope you like it too. Biathlon was and will always be my first and favorite sport. I have many happy memories with it so I hope I could incorporate it a bit in this Fic😊😄
Giulia Gwinn/ When two sports collide
Being a professional athlete was always your dream. When you were younger you did all sorts of sports, Judo, swimming, football, cross country skiing, you did everything. And you were good at almost everything.
But two sport remained in your heart, football and skiing. When you got older you changed from cross country to Biathlon and as soon as the riffle was added into the mix you knew that Biathlon was you sport.
Being one of the best from early helped a lot. So in your first season as a Biathlet, you had just turned 14, you won the German youth championship.
Football would always remain a big part of your life and you still played with your old teammates now and then but Biathlon became your life.
Giuli and you met at a sports event and instantly hit it off.
She was the one to ask you on a date and from that day one you became almost inseparable. Still everyone around you thought that the two of you were just best friends.
And you played along, not directly hiding your relationship but also not rubbing it in. You loved the soft and subtle touches you guys shared whenever friends were around.
When Giulia ruptured her ACL for the second time you knew how hard the coming month would be for her and with your Welt cup season just around the corner you couldn’t even be by her side.
The good thing about it was, that she tried to come to all your races.
When you won the first race and so had the privilege to start in the yellow bib as the overall leading athlete for the first time in your senior career your girlfriend was standing in the crowd cheering you on.
It was a great feeling as the two of you couldn’t always be at each others completions because of conflicting schedules.
She traveled with you to Gelsenkirchen when you represented Germany at the World Team Challenge at the Schalke Arena.
When you walked into the home changing room she joked that you would be the only person to get her into another home changing room other than Bayerns.
She was the first to congratulate you after you won the race together with your teammate Benedikt Doll.
So when your season came to an end and you won the Overall Cup for the first time in your career Giulia was of course in the crowd. She pulled you into a bone cracking hug as soon as you had gotten rid of your ski’s and riffle. „I am so proud of you baby! You had such a phenomenal season and even tho I hate that I ruptured my ACL again I am so happy that I could be at so many of your races.“
She pulled back slightly to kiss you on the forehead. „I love you Giuli. Thank you that you were always by my side. I now how hard this has been for you but we’re so strong and I am so happy that you were able to be with me almost this whole season!“
So when Giuli had her first match after almost a whole year you where standing in the crowd, wearing her Trikot and shouting the loudest whenever she had the ball.
After the game, which Bayern won 3-0, you came down to the pitch. And was the first to greet you, having spent a lot of time with Giulis Teammates you became great friends with most of them.
„Hey long time no seen.“ She said before she pulled you into a quick hug.
„Hey Syd. Great game!“ „Thank you, I think the whole team was just happy to have Giuli back on the pitch.“
„She was so nervous the whole night, scared to let you all down or that she wasn’t got enough and I think also a bit scared of the possibility to rupture something again.“
But before Syd could answer you Giulia had crushed into you.
You laughed and hugged her back. „You look good in my Trikot, it suits you.“ She mumbled, not letting you go.
“You two are sickening cute, you know.” Came the voice of Klara from behind you.
You pulled back slightly to look at her.
“You are just jealous that your boyfriend isn’t here to hug you.” You couldn’t help answering. Giulia and you could almost see how Klara as well as Syd, who was still standing beside you, worked you words out.
“Wait wai wait, you guys are together!? Since when? Oh my God. I thought we were friends Giuli. Why did it you say something?”
You and your girlfriend couldn’t help but laugh about Klaras dumbfounded face.
“I mean we didn’t exactly hid it. We life together. I was at so many of her races. And my post after her World Cup win wasn’t exactly subtle, was it?”
Giulia had posted a picture with the two of you hugging, her kissing the corner of you lips. She had captioned it with the words “my golden girl”
The speculations around your relationship went up afterwards but still not one of your friends believed the rumors still believing that the two of you were only best friends.
With Sydney und Klara knowing it wasn’t long until the whole team knew. All being happy for the two of you.
That evening, when the two of you were lying in bed together relaxing, Arms around each other just socking the other in you couldn’t be happier.
Your relationship may not be the easiest with the two sports often colliding but you wouldn’t want it any other way.
You were each others biggest fans, wether you were at the race or match or you were watching it on TV, always supporting each other.
“I love you Giulia Gwinn. I am so so happy to have you by my side.”
Later that night when you waited for Giuli to finish up her nightly routine you made a Instagram post for your Girl. Happy to show your support and Love.
Y/Nbiathlon
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I am so proud of you. For now almost a year you were fighting to get back out there. Today all the hard work payed off. To see you back out on the pitch, doing what you love was one of the best moments in my life.
Sharing these moments with you will never get old.
Together trough thick and thin. I will always be by your side.
Love you endlessly, you no. 1 Fan❤️
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(Just pretend that Pernille and Magdalena are Y/n and Giulia, I couldn’t find better pics😅)
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Back home p.14
Hii guyss, here's part 14 of the story. If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist and if you missed part 13, here it is.
Your life in Monaco was idyllic, growing up alongside the Leclercs. But everything changes when you're forced to leave. Now, returning to the place you once called home, you're confronted with a dilemma: not one, but two Leclerc brothers vying for your heart. Old bonds and unresolved emotions collide-what will you do when the past and present merge in unexpected ways?
After dinner, the atmosphere remained lighthearted as the group said their goodbyes. Charles placed a guiding hand on your lower back as you both exited the restaurant and headed back to the hotel. Despite the warm evening air and the pleasant conversations throughout dinner, your mind remained troubled. The words Kika shared with you kept playing over and over in your head, clashing with what Arthur had told you.
Once you and Charles were back in your room, the weight of your thoughts grew heavier. You got ready for bed, slipping into something comfortable, but as soon as you laid down, your restlessness made itself known.
You tossed and turned, each movement a physical manifestation of the storm inside your head. Arthur said Charles was talking to other girls. The thought stung. But then there was Kika, her confident reassurance that Charles liked you and only you. The contrast between their words was maddening.
“Y/N?” Charles’s voice was low and soft, breaking through your thoughts. He turned slightly in the bed, the rustling of sheets audible in the quiet room. “Can’t sleep?”
You hesitated for a moment before sighing. “Not really.”
He shifted closer, his warmth radiating as his arm slid carefully over your waist. “Is it something on your mind?” he asked, voice gentle yet probing.
“I don’t know,” you whispered, unsure of what to say. Could you tell him? Should you?
Charles didn’t push further. Instead, he pulled you closer, the weight of his arm around you grounding and comforting. “Try to relax,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
Oddly enough, being in his embrace made it easier to let go of your racing thoughts. As your head rested against his chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart calmed you in ways you couldn’t explain. Slowly, your body relaxed, and for the first time that night, you felt the pull of sleep.
The next morning, you woke to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains. For a moment, everything felt peaceful and right, but as your senses sharpened, you realized that Charles wasn’t beside you. Blinking, you sat up, your eyes landing on a note placed carefully on the bedside table, next to a tray of breakfast.
Morning, Y/N. Had to head to the paddock early for some meetings. Enjoy breakfast, and take your time. See you soon! – Charles
The sweetness of the gesture made your heart ache. Charles had always been thoughtful, but now it felt personal in a way you weren’t used to. Still, your dilemma remained unresolved. You needed to talk to him about everything—about your feelings, about Arthur’s words, and about what you really wanted.
After finishing your breakfast and getting ready, you stood in front of the mirror, mentally preparing yourself. This conversation wouldn’t be easy, but it was necessary. You couldn’t let these doubts linger any longer.
When you arrived at the paddock, the energy was palpable. The buzz of mechanics preparing the cars, the distant hum of engines, and the sight of team members bustling about filled the air. It was a world you were still getting used to, but it was thrilling nonetheless.
You made your way to the Ferrari motorhome, nodding politely to a few familiar faces on the way. When you entered, Charles was already in his racing suit, looking every bit the confident driver you knew him to be. Yet, when his eyes landed on you, his expression softened instantly.
“Hey,” he greeted, his tone warm as he approached you. “You look nice.”
“Thanks,” you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you. “I wanted to wish you luck before qualifying.”
A smile spread across his face. “Thanks. That means a lot.”
You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. “Charles, we need to talk after qualifying.”
His brows furrowed slightly, concern flickering in his eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” you assured him quickly. “It’s nothing bad. I just… I need to clear my head about something.”
The tension in his face eased slightly, and he nodded. “Alright. After qualifying, then.”
Before he could step away, you leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Good luck out there,” you said softly.
His smile returned, brighter this time. “With that kind of send-off, how could I not do well?”
You laughed lightly, the exchange easing some of your nerves. He gave your arm a gentle squeeze before heading out, his focus shifting to the task ahead.
As you watched him walk away, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of doubt again. Did you really know who to trust? Charles’s sincerity was hard to fake, but Arthur’s words still lingered in the back of your mind. One thing was certain—you couldn’t keep carrying this weight. You needed answers, and you needed to figure out where your heart truly lay.
With a deep breath, you left the motorhome and found a seat to watch qualifying. All you could do now was wait for the right moment to finally face the truth.
Part 15
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Anarcho-nihilism
A nihilist is a person who does not bow down to any authority, who does not accept any principle on faith, however much that principle may be revered. —Ivan Turgenev
The anarcho-nihilist position is essentially that we are fucked.[11] That the current manifestation of human society (civilization, leviathan, industrial society, global capitalism, whatever) is beyond salvation, and so our response to it should be one of unmitigated hostility. There are no demands to be made, no utopic visions to be upheld, no political programs to be followed — the path of resistance is one of pure negation. In short, “that conditions in the social organization are so bad as to make destruction desirable for its own sake independent of any constructive program or possibility.”[12] Aragorn! traces the history of nihilism to 19th century Russia, where the “suffocating” environment of Tsarism created a breeding ground for a purely negative strain of socialism. What started as a philosophical rejection of conventional morality and aesthetics laid the groundwork for a youth-driven counter-culture of hedonism, communalism, and proto-hipster fashion.[13] This eventually birthed a revolutionary force that sought the absolute destruction of “state traditions, social order, and classes in Russia”, not as part of a program for social change, but based on a “deeply-held belief that destruction was worthwhile for its own sake”.[14]Though Russian nihilism was eventually squashed by the state, the ideas spread and have recently seen a resurgence within anarchist currents.
After two centuries of failed revolutions, nihilism has perhaps become even more disinterested in conventional socialist programs and radical milieus. It has also been armed with decades of anarchist and post-structuralist theory that have helped to cultivate its critiques of domination, meta-narratives, teleological structures, gender, and civilization as a whole. Streams of communiques from anarcho-nihilist groups detailing incendiary actions have been backed by a surge of publications exploring nihilist approaches to the problem of domination in today’s world, both of which have led to (occasionally useful) lines of dialogue between nihilists and other anarchists. Though some strains of nihilism certainly arrive at a place of paralysis, the strain that collides with anarchism tends to be one of explosive creativity and relentless action. On the path of negation, anarcho-nihilism spurns positive programs for social change, challenges dominant modes of time, and discovers a tactical freedom by disregarding inherited moralities and political traditions, among other positions.
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Favorite Fics 2023
Happy 2024! I always have a hard time narrowing down my favorites. A few stats this year, I read 155 fics (according to my admittedly not 100% correct database), and it's low because I've been watching LGBTQ+ media and reading less. I had 50+ fics that I rated 5/5, so narrowing down to 14 was me cutting out shorts, holiday fics, and rereads. These are in no particular order.
All is now Harmed by Fondleeds
It's still that dreamy kind of dark, nothing seeming real, but he knows that it's time to go, to whistle for Pippa and eat whatever he's got left in the fridge and start the drive down to Molly's. He can't seem to open the door. Maybe he doesn't want to face it, this new thing. Having Louis here feels like a betrayal. Harry tries not to think about what his Dad would have to say if he saw the journo sleeping on their pull-out, here to shake a settled sheet and watch the dust fly again. - AU. Harry's a farmer, Louis writes for The Age, and it hasn't rained in the Bourke Shire for six years.
Why I Like It: This is Excellent, but after 123K words, it's a WIP. Unfinished since May 2022, but that said, the writing is gorgeous, and I think that alone makes it worth the read.
2. Angels Fly by LilyBlue28
Harry is a lonely omega in the North Western White River Pack who is uncharacteristically drawn to nature and his now outdated primal instincts. He fills his days with going through the motions and clinging to the one actual friendship he has in the omega Zayn, and when he gets a chance he sneaks away to the edge of their territory to sit with the trees and the wildlife and sketch his favorite part of the river. But what happens when one day he spots the pack alpha, Louis, having an intimate moment with something, or someone, unexpected? Suddenly his quiet, nearly invisible existence gets upended, and secrets he never wanted to know quite literally won't leave him alone, and even when he tries to stay away, he keeps being pulled back into Louis' turbulent orbit. A magical love story featuring a generations long grudge, a menacing curse, and secrets that keep pulling them apart. Will they be able to find a way back to one another through the dark?
Why I Like It: Really integrated plot, soul mates/wolf story. ABO, but more wolf than human. Very involved plot. Well done.
3. Be There by mission2feelike
Niall sits down dramatically, arms flopping to his side before he leans forward and looks right into Harry's eyes. "So, your ex-boyfriend, who broke your heart four years ago, is coming to stay at your house for six weeks? And his daughter, your daughter, is coming to stay tonight?"
Harry nods, worried if he speaks, he'll be yelled at again, but then Niall's face softens, his ever-present smile is back and Harry hears him breathe out a small chuckle. "Okay, for the record, I think this is the worst idea you've ever had, but how can we help?" or The one where their family has been torn apart and their hearts broken, but an accident, a snowstorm, cinnamon rolls, and the adorable Josie force Louis and Harry to finally face the truth, and each other.
Why I Like It: Harry and Louis take custody of Lottie's baby, but Louis breaks H's heart by sending him away. pining. kid fic. Harry is famous. Had some very lovely domestic moments, and some tear jerkers. Louis was a bit of a jerk at the beginning. Side of Ziam.
4. Butterfly Gun by Eravain - no link, this is off AO3, but DM me if you want me to share it with you, as I have a PDF.
Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true. 1940's AU. Even after six years apart, they can't forget their shared wartime childhood.
Why I Like It: I loved this gem--childhood friends to lovers. Historical Fiction. Really well written.
5. Counterbalance by YesIsAWord
Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis "Tommo" Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry's class.
Why I Like It: Pretty short but very effectively written story. Pacing was good. Loved the dichotomy of Harry as a ballerina and as a motorcycle driver.
6. Danger I Can't Hide by CelticSky
"Don't," Tomlinson's voice was low, gravelled, hiding out in the night where only Styles could hear it. "Stop it. Calm down. You can't do anything." Styles' chest heaved. Tomlinson had him pinned against the wall, his forearm strong against his ribs. The night air crackled around them and all he could hear was the overlap of their breath, desperation, exquisite need and pain and desire and longing and lingering resistance. He couldn't take his eyes from Tomlinson's lips. The way they fell open to expel air against Harry's jaw. His tongue darting out to wet them between desperate words, making them glisten in what little light there was. His eyes were lidded and unseeing as he himself looked down to stare at Styles' mouth. ~~~ Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their ordinary lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. All too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their very freedom a certainty anymore. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.
Why I Like It: Amazing. Research into WW2 and what it was like to be queer and hiding a relationship. loved the love story, but also the human side of the war. Very well told.
7. Have Love, Will Travel by Kingsofeverything
Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series. It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there's something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.
Why I Like It: super cute. Road Trip Larry. Lots of state parks, travel. Louis has a crush and of course they end up together.
8. Heading for Limbo by KingsofEverything
Childhood best friends who've fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis' family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it's been, it's as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more. When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it's all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn't the only thing between them. The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.
Why I Like It: I really liked this one. Slow burn, friends to not-friends, to lovers, to exes, to lovers. Word of caution, H has a gf for part of it, but it's a really nice slow awakening of his sexuality. TW for some angst/pining.
9. Glass Closets and Greenhouses by TiredTiredTz
Charlton Athletic defender Louis Tomlinson and worldwide sex symbol Harry Styles are rumoured to be hooking up after a viral video filmed at Harry’s Wembley show was posted online by Tommo’s twin sisters. Sources close to the pair tell us the couple have been dating for a while, with rumours of house hunting, marriage and even kids on the cards! Styles, 29, is as well known for his whirlwind love life as his chart-topping music. Most recently linked to British fashion designer Alex Millet-Sloan, Harry has stayed tight-lipped on rumours of any romantic rendezvous between himself and footballer Tomlinson, 31, yet fans online are convinced that all evidence points to #Tomlinstyles being the real deal.
Why I Like It: Could have been longer. A bit over the top meet cute w/ the twins setting them up, but over all well done.
10. It's Fine to Fake it 'Til You Make ('Til It's True) by Sunflouwerhabit
Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave. In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.
Why I Like It: I loved this one. Super cute characters, a little bit of miscommunication, lovely, lovely boys.
11. Like an Endless Summer by objectlesson - no link, I have this as an epub
Louis is an riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor wh he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two years. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’ formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun.
Why I Like It: absolutely lovely. GREAT depiction of the uncertainty of a crush liking you. slow burn, but you see it coming the whole way.
12. The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by KingsofEverything
Louis' life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it'll never be the same.
Why I Like It: really liked this one. TW for cheating. Middle aged man in a loveless marriage realizes he's gay and falls in love with a co-worker. Could totally be a Hallmark movie.
13. Until the Pearls get Lost by LadyLondonderry
London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help. Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again. With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.
Why I Like It: This felt like a fairy tale. Great writing. A bit left to the imagination. Almost werewolf-y.
14. Write This Down by Sunflouwerhabit
"And Louis responds by kissing him. He closes his eyes and presses their lips together and hopes it’s enough to distract from how those words cut and extracted critical pieces of his heart, his soul. Louis kisses Harry to avoid sobbing, yelling, pleading, begging him to never, ever use words like always or never or I promise, because they can’t. They don’t have an always. Nevers will forever remain a mere dream. Time has run out for commitments or oaths or pledges and if Louis is going to be okay- if he’s going to enjoy this time with Harry and then let him go and still feel whole- he can’t let himself start thinking long term. He can’t let this become emotional; something more than silliness and fun and sex. He can’t hear Harry say he’s proud of him when he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see him again after this week. 'I miss you,' Harry murmurs, his breaths warm and equally shaky. 'All the time.' Louis kisses him harder."
Why I Like It: I really loved this contemporary romance. Lots of angst, boys being stupid thinking they are protecting each other by not communicating. But ultimately a lovely story. New favorite.
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Fave WIP Round-Up [Part 2]
Posted a list of my fave WIPs last night and realized I missed some, so here's Part 2 of my fave WIPs! Find the rest of my WIP Recs here
is your light on? by @toburnup Rated E | Chapters: 17/20 | Words: 196k
"Tell me a secret." Steve says and Eddie shakes his head. "Why would I do that?" "I'll tell you one." Eddie looks intrigued, smirks in his direction. "A secret for a secret? Okay." He looks up. "You go first." (Steve always noticed Eddie. He's been there on the peripheral, easy enough to ignore. Until he's standing right in front of him, unavoidable. And then they collide over, and over, and over)
Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In by kiaramgrey Rated E | Chapters: 8/? | Words: 43k
When Steve finds himself alone and without friends, following his breakup with Nancy, he decides what he needs is a distraction. Maybe some new friends who don't remind him of the bullshit life he gave up. When he literally runs into Eddie Munson, school drug dealer and self proclaimed freak, an idea begins to form. Who better to show him what life outside popularity can be like, than someone who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks? And Eddie? Well, Eddie is just bracing for impact.
Reboot by @plutosrose [Now Complete] Rated E | Chapters: 10/10 | Words: 38k
In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren't speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update--his character gets together with Eddie's.
Lesson/Plan by @2btheanswertothequestion Rated M | Chapters: 3/5 | Words: 7k
Eddie huffs. "I'm already 20 fucking years old. I don't want to wait any longer. I want to experience all the shit everyone else already has now." "Everyone hasn't-" "Steve, the 15-year-olds currently in this house have seen more action than I have." "All right, okay, I hear you. We'll solve it for you." "How." "Well," Steve's tongue darts out to wet his lips, "if you just want to get it over with, then... I could kiss you?" Eddie's never been kissed, so Steve offers to teach him. And then he teaches him some more, and some more, and some more.
Sleight of Hand by @flieslikeamoron Rated E | Chapters: 17/19 | Words: 125k
Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that. (This is an AU set a couple months after the Snow Ball in season 2.)
PTA Shouldn't Stand for Pretty Tight Ass by @humanityinahandbag & Invader_Sam | Rated M | Chapters: 14/? | Words 51k
Steve Harrington - ex local legend and fearsome bully, now single father of two - returns to Hawkins after the world spit him out. With a messy life to sort through, all he wanted was settle down and get his kids through seventh grade without any surprises. Cue Mr. Eddie Munson, ex victim of one Steve Harrington, now Hawkins Middle School's favorite music teacher. Or: What happens when your former high school bully raises two absolute nerds, joins the PTA, helps run the bake sale, makes the best cupcakes in Indiana, and may or may not be having a bisexual crisis.
Some Cupids Kill With Dice by @hawkinsheroes Rated M | Chapters: 14/? | Words: 109k
Steve Harrington doesn't have time to date. In fact, between working multiple part-time jobs and raising two rambunctious and poorly-behaved preteens, he doesn't have time for much of anything. And it's fine. He's fine. He's having an absolutely awesome time slinging ice cream, sorting DVDs, and dodging questions from his friends and family about his love life. That is, of course, until the twins come to him with a simple request: go to Parents Night and sign them up for Mr. Munson's Dungeons and Dragons club. Or, the one where Steve is a tired and overworked DILF who may or may not be smitten with his kids' seventh grade English teacher. Featuring: busted old Hondas, milkshakes as an intricate mating ritual, twelve year-old wingmen, and the worst flirting you've ever seen in your life.
breathe out (so i can breathe you in) by @bttmbunk Rated E | Chapters: 11/12 | Words: 91k
“You thinking of getting it for yourself?” The man continues, eyebrows raised, and that’s when Steve realises he’s just been staring, practically drooling over this stranger who's decided to strike up a conversation about a guitar. A part of him wishes that the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “Oh, uh, no, actually.” He says, “It’s for my daughter.” Something indecipherable flickers across the man’s face, there and gone again in an instant, “How sweet.” “I don’t know what I’m looking for,” he admits, a little sheepish, “I’m not a musician, so…” he shrugs, “I have no way of knowing if this is a good guitar or not.” There’s a hint of amusement in the man’s eyes as his mouth tilts into a more crooked grin, “Well, lucky for you, I can help.” In one fluid motion, the man drops himself into a sweeping, dramatic bow. The suddenness of it startles a laugh out of Steve. “Eddie Munson, guitarist, musician extraordinaire - at your service.” His energy is infectious - Steve finds that he’s grinning, “Uh, Steve Harrington. Basketball coach, dad,” He tries to think of another good descriptor, but comes up short, “Totally at a loss, here.”
Trouble Looks Good On You by @steddielations Rated E | Chapters: 3/5 | Words: 35k
It happens like a fever dream. The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that. But then, it happens again. Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.
for this gift, I do feel blessed @wheatisstillwheat [Now Complete] Rated E | Chapters: 19/19 | Words: 96k
Steve was supposed to be in Berlin with his best friend Robin, not wandering around looking for a coffee shop, not speaking a lick of German. Steve definitely wasn't supposed to take the only open seat next to a beautiful, mysterious (sexy), and slightly pissed stranger at said coffee shop who cannot believe Steve wasn't angling for an autograph from him, which Steve definitely isn't, because Steve has no idea who he is...yet. (OR Rock Star AU - in which Eddie Munson is a famous grunge/alt/metal band frontman and Steve is as clueless as we'd all expect. hi-jinx and love ensue.)
Edited May 7 to update chapter & word counts Edited May 26 to note completed fics Edited Aug 3 to update chapter & word counts
#WIP RECS#STEDDIE FIC RECS#STEDDIE FIC REC#STEDDIE WIP#STRANGER THINGS#STRANGER THINGS FIC REC#STEVE HARRINGTON#EDDIE MUNSON#STEDDIE#PUBLICLY OUTING MYSELF AS A SIMP FOR ALL THESE WRITERS#mojowitchcraft wip recs
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A judge appeared disgusted Wednesday with an unlicensed and uninsured driver – with 19 previous traffic citations — who killed a bicyclist last fall, sending him to prison for at least two years.
Julius Hopkins, 32, pleaded guilty earlier this year to a charge of reckless driving resulting in death for the Sept. 23, 2023, crash that killed Nathan Miller, 32. Hopkins had no driver’s license, registration, or insurance when he collided with Miller on Nellis Boulevard near Tropicana Avenue in the southeast valley.
Miller, a BMX world champion, died hours after the crash. Hopkins was driving a car registered to him, records showed. The registration, which appeared to be a temporary Nevada plate, expired last March.
Police cited Hopkins at the crash site and released him. Officers later arrested him Thursday, Oct. 26, after friends came to the 8 News Now Investigators with questions about the crash. The 8 News Now Investigators then aired a report on Wednesday, Oct. 18. At that point, Hopkins was not facing any charges.
As part of a plea deal, Hopkins was eligible for probation, though he has a history of probation violations and convictions, Judge Mary Kay Holthus noted during Wednesday’s sentencing.
The 8 News Now Investigators found at least 19 traffic cases in multiple jurisdictions across Clark County where police cited or ticketed Hopkins dating back to 2010.
“You shouldn’t have been on the road,” Holthus said to Hopkins as she delivered a 28-to-72-month prison sentence. Holthus could have sentenced Hopkins to anywhere from a minimum of one year in prison or up to six years, with parole eligibility as part of the plea deal, documents said.
“I wish I would have stayed home that night, and we wouldn’t be here today, and Nathan would,” Hopkins told the Miller family as Holthus sentenced him.
Hopkins was driving 67 mph in the 35-mph zone at the time of the crash, documents said. Video the 8 News Now Investigators obtained showed the car suddenly jerked to the right and collided with Miller who was riding his bike close to the curb.
Hopkins was in the car with his wife and their child, police said.
“I too wonder what was going on in that car,” Holthus told Hopkins. “No wonder you killed someone.”
The crash report the 8 News Now Investigators obtained reveals an officer deemed Hopkins at fault for the crash, though “no enforcement action [was] taken.” The officer noted on the crash report that neither alcohol nor drugs were involved, however, there was no check box on the form for how the officer made that determination.
Though Miller was near death, fatal investigators did not respond to the crash to start their investigation in the soon-to-be fatal investigation.
Because the case is now adjudicated, the 8 News Now Investigators can file public records requests to gather more information.
“A strict sentence for the defendant has the potential to affect the thinking and actions of others,” Miller’s sister, Nicole Manning, said Wednesday.
Hopkins has 14 traffic cases in Las Vegas Justice Court. His earliest case, filed in September 2010, was on a charge of no insurance, records showed. Several of the 14 cases remained open as of Wednesday as Hopkins had not paid thousands of dollars in fines or had not yet appeared before a judge.
Hopkins also had traffic cases in Las Vegas Municipal Court, which handles such citations within Las Vegas city limits; Henderson Municipal Court and North Las Vegas Municipal Court, records showed.
“How many chances does the court keep giving at whose expense next time?” Miller’s mother, Michelle Dorotiak, said. “How many innocent lives will be torn apart or lost before the judicial system steps in and says, ‘No more?’”
In 2023, a new Nevada law decriminalized minor traffic offenses. The bill also abolished the practice of issuing warrants for failure to pay traffic fines or appear in court. Several open cases have no documented event other than the issuance of a citation.
With credit for jail time served, Hopkins will be eligible for parole in the summer of 2026.
Holthus is the same judge attacked in her courtroom last January.
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