#Got her Pookie back only for her to die

[momotorin]

no risk, no return

f1 driver!momo x f1 driver! reader au — fluff, angst if you squint

[keji sent a note!]: first of all, i've been in such a writing slump and this fic helped me to get out of it! i'm sorry if it took really long!!! here it is <3 ++ this is a series btw! @saiidahyunie here it is pookie i hope u have a blast reading it 🙏

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for most of her life, momo has only known what it feels like to win. born to one of the wealthiest families in japan, it's like opportunities come falling to her lap even if she didn't ask for it. but, there's one thing she pursued.

it's the thrilling, blazing speed of having to be in closed circuits— going around and around until you're flying, getting ahead of everyone else. it's a lavish, fun, and insanely challenging lifestyle.

momo thinks that she's everlasting in facing every single golden trophy that comes her way, and she'll do anything to take it.

for you, winning was a privilege. it was always something that not only you worked on.

you started racing because your dad enrolled you into a free session, and totally fell in love with karting. many years and sacrifices pass, but still, you're in love with the speed and the feeling of flying on the ground.

every golden medal and trophy is earned by you, the people who helped you and everyone else.

you'd do everything to win, as momo does too.

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on one rainy f2 race, it was either a hit or miss, and one move equates to a life.

“we can't continue this,” momo arugues, standing up.” “spa has been a killer, even when dry. do you want your lives to be at risk?”

you scoffed, “why, afraid to lose your points, hirai?” you looked at her and everyone agreed.

this was racing, and you know there were risks. with the advancement of technology in these fast cars, risks were lessened, and you're now confident that you could still fight. you just can't back down after being so competitive, fighting for the championship. if anything else, why the hell would hirai momo scour away from this?

“look,” momo sighs. “i just want safety. we all know it's not safe-”

you stood up now, looking at her with a fire in your eyes. “then go to the damn back of the grid if you wanna play safe?”

momo steps closer to you, looking at you straight into the eyes. “if you die tomorrow, i don't mind if you're head is flying off because of me. got it?”

you smiled, sinister and scary. “of course, hirai. my head would say hi and fall onto your lap, too.”

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“you guys are so damn funny.” sana laughs after you've woken up from your coma. she's been your number one friend since diapers, and this sport was one of the things she pulled you in with her. sana was the extrovert friend who always said hi to everyone else for you, and you couldn't take her more.

you sighed in defeat as momo was right. after the rise at eau rouge, and a blind spot, even blinder when raining at the turn in radillion; you were too busy that your attention shifted to the upcoming car that wanted to take over your position in that corner, that you missed the turn, and only you came to a huge spin, hitting the wall at almost 250 km/h. it was a miracle that you were still alive.

you know that the person in that upcoming car was pushing you to the limits, rightfully so in this sport, but you hope they know it isn't their fault. if anything, it was yours.

“momo won, by the way.” sana reminds as she fixes your blanket.

you scoffed, “yeah, right, of course she'd win.”

“all of this wouldn't happen if you just,” sana makes her hands into like two lips, making it kiss and showing you a demonstration. “you know…”

“sana,” you whined. “even over my dead body. no. never.”

sana laughed, “you'll eat your words someday, y/n.”

you dismissed as you rolled your eyes, “and i won’t be full of it because i’ll eat none.”

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[breaking] carrera scaglietti’s world champion, hirai momo moves to jyp shinhan racing team for the 2024 season.

your eyebrows creased into the middle of your forehead, your attention shifting away from the data after you've read the news. momo was through and through red, loud, powerful, rich— very much like the italian scaglietti team. why the hell would she choose to go to jyp?

“oh, that's crazy,” hyunnie takes a peek at your phone, very amused at what is happening. “maybe she fought with her teammate?” hyunnie wonders.

“i doubt,” you sarcastically say. there's a high chance that momo had a dispute with her teammate. but you doubt, her teammate was minatozaki sana, she could literally turn anyone her teammate if she wanted to. “but it's momo, so we never know.”

“right,” hyunnie just agrees with the statement, and proceeds reading the data of the wind tunnel for the new car. you two were checking data in the factory for the new season. “don't you think it's a bit stuck up in the middle?” hyunnie points out at the monitor, seeing the air flow ruin the aerodynamics. it was important for the development of the car, and you're glad that hyunnie was reliable to point it out.

after the first stream of the air through the front wing, it doesn't continue to flow the same to the front wheels, making it scattered which results in it being slower.

“soobin!” you call onto your lead engineer loudly, and he comes running with a couple of coffees in hand. “look, it's not going up the wheel,” both you and hyunnie pointed. “that's gonna cost at least a tenth of a second in the straights.”

“yeah, yeah,” soobin kindly hands your coffee and nods. “better front wheel wing, and a smoother air inlet to have a great slipstream.” he suggests, sitting down on his desktop and setting a new creation into reality. “hey, y/n, have you seen the news?”

hyunnie laughs, “trust me, y/n’s the first person who saw it.”

“really,” soobin condescends, still concentrating on his work. “you know, you'd see her a lot this season.”

“i know, don't worry,” you laughed. “i'm ready for it. it'll be a breeze beating her.”

[breaking] f2 champion y/n to gochiya skyline after being offered a 5 year contract.

“i thought she'll be in vantage?” momo sighs under her breath. they were in the middle of a break from a team photoshoot for the new season. momo throws her head back in a deep disappointment that can be felt across the room.

jihyo greets with a smile, both of their helmets in her hand. “what's that, champ?”

“news,” momo blatantly answered, shutting her phone down. “and just news.”

“i think i know,” jihyo says, having that little amused smile on her face. “it's y/n moving to a different team, no?”

momo just nods. she can't believe that this woman knew exactly what she was thinking.

jihyo chuckles, “well, it's nice to know that we have someone on the grid who can put up a fight.”

jihyo’s not wrong. momo dominated the last season, nearly winning all 24 races. 5 were won by her previous teammate, minatozaki sana, and 2 were won by jihyo in jyp shinhan.

well, it was no shocker to her after your coma, you'd make it to f1. as she said to herself, you were a champion, just like her. you fight like hell with your car, and you in this cup isn't any different.

but, in racing, there's only going to be a sole winner, although three people share the podium— there's always the sole, shining golden first place, and she can't give that up for you.

jihyo tapped momo's shoulder as the photographers came and called her. “c’mon, i think they need us back.”

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the next thing you know is that you're already starting the season. after long hours of development in the factory, it's finally set to be used in bahrain. this was nothing like your previous tiers of racing before, and it's something you've only seen from the surface level, but now that you're in it, you can't help but feel a little nervous.

it was a thursday, and the pit lane was full of people from the media. you spot your best friend from just a few meters from you, talking to her old teammate. from that scene alone, you know that momo's reason for leaving the scaglietti isn't a teammate thing.

“hey.” you greet sana as momo leaves to be interviewed by a sports channel.

“you look constipated,” sana holds down your shoulders, looking you in the eye, worried about your state of health. “you okay?”

“it's hot, dude,” you said, panting. “uh, anyw-”

“sana,” you saw momo come back from the interview, and she was already taking sana by the wrist. “let's go.”

“give me a minute,” you dismissed her, your palm outward to let her know that you were still talking to your best friend. “i’ll let you have her after we talk, okay?”

momo yanks at sana's arm in disapproval, making your best friend wince, “no, what the hell-”

sana was already angry at this point, her eyebrows meeting in the middle. “oh, come on!” she sighs. “okay, y/n, what is it.”

you smiled in confidence, “hyunnie invited the whole grid to a party tonight. well, as she calls it a party, but it's not the club type of thing, though. one last before the actual testing, you know, just to get everyone familiar with each other.”

momo stares and scoffs under her breath, “like we aren't tired of each other enough.”

“you have a choice in declining, though!” you smiled at sana, but you said it loudly that momo hears. “and yeah, drinks are on her, sana. you don't have to worry about that.”

“that's nice,” sana smiles. “um, i’ll get going now with grumpy pants number two here. i’ll catch up with you later, hm?”

“yeah, yeah.” you waved at sana, winking at her. “i’ll just text you the location!”

momo fakes gagging on her own spit at your reaction, “gross.”

“nah, you like it,” sana nudges at her as they walk back to their teams. “why the hell do you pretend to hate each other?”

“sana, you know i can’t pretend,” momo sighs. “if you're still convinced that we have some sexual tension going on… maybe you're blind i don't know, get your eyes checked.”

“you can pretend, i’ll give you that.” sana laughs, patting momo on the back. “but you're not too good at lying, are you?”

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the rookies all got on for the media interview for the day, which included you, and chou tzuyu, the newest addition of carrera scaglietti. you two were the newest addition to the grid, and you know tzuyu well that you know she could compete with you.

“um, hello y/n, hello tzuyu,” the reporter flashes a smile to the both of you, anticipating their question. “the grid has made some pretty solid adjustments following the data made from the practices. as two fairly experienced drivers, do you think that you have a shot at winning at least a grand prix for the year?”

“oh, that's,” tzuyu then smiles, finding the question to be quite expectant of their performance. “it's not impossible, but it will be really hard. as you said, the adjustments for the cars are huge. it will be very competitive, and we will race. but you also have to be a little considerate on the part that we've only been to f1 testing at least twice in our f2 careers, and tested just now, so it's a bit of a mix for us getting used to the feel of the car first, then winning.”

“exactly,” you follow. “although i think i've been through more testing than tzuyu, we're now driving in a completely different car from our teams. i don't wanna brag about the experiences that i have, sorry, tzuyu,” you comfortably tap her arm as you slightly bow with your head, showing your apologies for the little arrogant move. “but, it's pretty fair to say that i can and will compete. i can say that our car is competitive, and from the data, it could catch up to last year's scaglietti’s top speed. so, we're definitely putting up a fight.”

“thank you y/n, and thank you tzuyu,” the reporter smiles once more. “can i have a little request from the both of you to say something for the rest of the guys on the grid?”

tzuyu raises her hands in happiness and says, “let's all have some fun!”

“cute,” you cooed, but then, your face went serious afterwards. “there's no turning back for us now. no risk, no return, and i hope you know i'm fighting for the same thing you're fighting for. let's race!”

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the party was a quiet one, with only most of the women in the grid attending. it was held at a small speakeasy at a hotel, and hyunnie rented it all for the night. pretty impressive, as she was, well, quite occupied with your best friend.

you're left to mingle with a couple of guys from the other teams, saying and wishing well that you have a good time, clinking margheritas.

“hey,” mina, another gem from lagonda vantage, smiles as she makes her way to sit beside you on the bar table. “thank god you're here.”

you looked around to spot her teammate, “kazuha didn't come?”

“she's more of a…” mina then takes a sip of her wine. “couch potato.”

you nodded, understanding the preference of the real rookie, although you know that her teammate was your teammate last few years ago. “well, that's unavoidable,” you laughed, also taking a sip of your own drink. “um, how's everything in vantage?”

“same old, same old green car livery,” mina dismisses. “how's everything at skyline?”

“a whole lot of testing,” you exclaimed and sighed. “a whole lot more than vantage in f2. i'm so shocked to see them make me run a lap just because they read something wrong.”

“you don't get babied there anymore, aww,” mina cooed in sarcasm. “anyways, i know that the car is definitely in deep shit right now for us, so, it's good that you moved there.”

“hey, don't say that,” you deny. “but then, i don't think it's time for me to be a champion yet.”

“it's not you who'd determine that, though, stupid,” mina lightly budges at your arm. “it's the race that does, and you know damn well that you're beating the race even if it means to put a carbon fibre part in your skull.”

“i think everyone does,” you sigh, looking blankly at your drink. “we're not here for a good time. we're here simply to win.”

“jesus,” mina scoffed. “look, i'm doing all of these as a hobby. i’ve only seen a few people be like this with racing, and there's only two of them. you and momo. always talking about the same shit— i'm here to win. you think the same even if you don't get along and that kinda scares me.”

“what…?” you then stared blankly at her as she just nodded at affirmation.

“can i get a sazerac, please? and can you please add a little bit more of the lemon zest? thank you!” you heard a familiar voice order from your back, and mina just full on smiled at you.

mina just tapped your shoulder as she stood up with her drink, off to someone else, “there's your answer.”

you looked down at your own drink. it was a sazerac with a little bit more lemon zest. you think it's a good way to lessen the strongness of the bitters and the cognac.

“oh,” momo sighs deeply, knowing that you were beside her. “good evening, y/n.”

trying to be civil and playing it safe? “good evening too, hirai.” you reply with a smile as you take a sip of your drink. you saw the bartender finally completing hers and you watched her take a sip.

“look,” momo looks directly into your eyes— showing you the littlest, slightest scowl, but her ears tell a different story. it was beet red that you were a tiny bit afraid that all her blood was pumping only in that one part of her body. “i'm not trying to be friends, but,” momo sighs deeply, once more. “i hate being in front of newspapers and these people tell me that i have a bad attitude.”

you scoffed and took a sip of your drink, “what does that have to do with me?”

momo deeply sighs, completely facing you now. “you're the new shining thing. you have all the spotlight from all the media people, and you have their eyes, ears— literally everything locked on you the moment you're on track.”

“do i have to repeat that again, hirai?” you then looked at her once more, half scowling at her at this point. “what does that have to do with me?

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momo thought about it until she tucked herself to her hotel bed. she doesn't know anymore.

she doesn't know if she'd feel guilty for treating you badly since that karting race when you were twelve, impeding her advancements to the scaglietti driver program that you rejected, that one overtake in the japan f4 cup, that one crash in f3, and your crash in f2. she has a list in her mind on how she hates and grieves your presence on how she was literally formed because you were beating her.

you sure know how to create warfare in momo's head. she couldn't sleep well that night.

“jesus fucking christ,” you tucked your pillows between both sides of your ear, trying not to hear the noises coming out of your teammate and bestfriend's room. “please stop, my god …”

more sounds came out of the other side, trying to make you uncomfortable in your bed.

the only way is to get out, so you went out of your room, still hearing them in the hallway until you reached the elevator.

you sighed, finally escaping from the noises and you pressed the button to the cool, high place, the top of the hotel. it was nice, windy, and the greenery spread all around, making you calm.

you went and took a rest on one of the padded benches, closing your head eyes but not fully sleeping.

you thought of how momo approached you, surprisingly a little friendlier, like she's really willing for a change. you really were no stranger to change, as you've been recreating and dying for yourself to create another version of you for another day, for other people to fit their needs and preferences.

you think about how adorable momo was when you were younger, karting— her hair held up by sanrio hair clips before she gets on her helmet, and she stomps after getting at the podium for a second place. you know she absolutely hates losing, but that's exactly why she hates you. you're the reminder of her loss, her guilt, and her dissatisfaction in everything.

you sighed as you took a look at the countless stars of the night sky, wishing that you two just grew together normally. like how you and sana did. momo was a constant in every step of your career too, she did well with sana, but how come that she didn't even spare her meaningful conversations with you? how come she can't share her victories with you? how come she didn't want to be in the same space with you yet continued to reach for her dream?

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the next day was qualifying day, and you got up extra early. you savoured on your iced latte while reading some data gathered from the practices yesterday. then you suggested changes from your highlighted, printed out, tabbed fia rulebook (1, because you're a damn nerd; 2, you don't wanna break the rules; 3, you needed to beat their ass if ever they charge you for something ridiculous. it's better to be safe than sorry.)

the moment you changed into your race suit after a couple of interviews, you saw daehyun already suited up right in front of the garage, talking with her twin sister, dahyun.

“good morning guys,” you said to both of them from behind. they were watching the first few guys try out the track for practice already. “oh, good thing that you are both wearing your suits, or else i would have trouble telling you apart.”

“i'm taller though,” hyunnie mentions. “dahyun's a teeny tiny bit smaller.”

“shut up,” dahyun laughs. “anyways, goodluck to you two today,” dahyun gently pats her sister's shoulder and yours. she looks at you, “especially you, rookie.”

you smiled widely, “thanks.” you watched as dahyun waved goodbye before coming back to her team's garage. the integra team, where dahyun is at, is known for their humility and strength— and you're just so shocked at how dahyun contains all of it.

“how come you two don't fight?” you asked hyunnie as you went inside the garage.

“hm,” hyunnie smiles. “we fight only on track because we're sportspeople. not at home, not at parties, not at the dinner table since we're siblings and friends. the only time we got in a big fight was when dahyun crashed our father's car and drove crazy drunk.”

“people,” you repeat. “yeah…”

“you're blanking out, dude,” daehyun laughs, handing you over your gloves by hitting it playfully on your chest. “you go first, team orders.”

“ah, why,” you whined, removing the case of your helmet. “you go first, i was sleep deprived because of you!”

hyunnies eyes went wider, “what.”

“i’ll tell you later.” you teasingly showed her your tongue out then you put on your blue balaclava to cover your face, then your helmet.

you then went inside the car, and started it with the help of the crew getting your steering wheel. they checked everything from breaks, to temperature, to speed, to limits, to literally everything before they gave you the go signal to be on the track for testing.

a couple of teams had already completed their own session, and you were told that you could be sharing the track with scaglietti as they had 2 more laps left. there was no problem as the pace between this car and scaglietti was impressive, as your race engineer said through the radio that you'd gain a whole second after several laps.

“5 laps for you,” lewis, your amazing race engineer, says on the radio. “5 laps for you, y/n. pace increase in the first lap. pit lane exit cleared.”

“i understand, lewis,” you said at the radio, exiting the pitlane safely, starting your lap. “what's the fastest one here?”

“scaglietti's 1:31:23,” lewis clarifies as you make a turn. “it's set by chou.”

“great,” you chuckled, although lewis couldn't hear that on his end clearly as you were driving through your first sector. “what's my expected fastest?”

“1:29,” he says. “the car can push up to 1:29, y/n.”

“that's on medium tyres, right?” you clarified, as you know that on simulator, the car could run way more than 1:29, and it is on soft tires when you tried it out.

“we tested with kim last night and she said that her best lap time is 1:29 on mediums,” lewis says. “tyre degradation is minimal for the first sector, expect the tyres to be warmer on lap 2.”

you were already at the last turn of the first lap, and you throttle fully on the straight. you were focused in getting that 1:29, but the radio breaks out and says, “hirai from jyp is going to share the track with you for your last two laps,” lewis says. “hirai is going to share the track with you.”

“oh hell no,” you sighed under your breath, not even caring if your voice was heard through the radio or not (you surely hope that it wasn't, since the team records all radio for the duration of the races) “what's jyp’s predicted lap time?”

“1:32 on hards,” lewis clarifies on the radio. “that could be lower though, since it was driven by park on the data they've given.”

“oh,” you descend. “right, okay. i’ll try to make the lap time.”

“push as much as you want,” lewis says. “the car can take it.”

lewis wasn't wrong in any way, the car could take it. it was good and smooth on the corners, even on the hards, but there's a bright blue car, lined up with strips in chrome, flying by your side as you finish the lap.

“1:29:22,” lewis said over the radio once more. “box, box now, y/n. session finished.”

you sigh as you went to the pit lane, returning the car to its original place in your garage now that hyunnie was set to exit. you went out of the car, immediately taking off your helmet and the blue balaclava underneath.

“how’s the laps?” you asked your engineer, watching closely at the current world champion’s car gliding fastly on the track.

“it's as predicted, y/n,” he says. “the simulation did well at the temperature degradation as well, but be careful of the dirty air intake on the second sector during the actual race.”

“okay,” you also watch the car on the screen, it's a live feed from the ones in cable, and you see that momo is doing really well on the straights, gaining much more speed as much as you did (you assume). “how's hyunnie doing?”

“oh, well,” lewis looks at the other data board, and checks on with sebastian, hyunnie’s engineer. “you two are the same on the 1st and 3rd sectors, but kim is getting dirty air intake on the second sector as hirai’s ahead.”

you cursed under your breath, “fuck.” you're fucked. momo was a champion way before you stepped flat out on the pedal and worked your laps around. she's not in any less team than scaglietti, and you might just think that she just took all the talent out of jyp to set a stunning 1:28:12. A whole second in front of you.

that's something momo does. she's always been ahead.

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that leads you to a spot on the grid, front row, but it sure is annoying to see that smug face just show on screen as she puts on her helmet for the race. you saw her as you were reviewing the strategy for the race today.

but despite all the anger, you can't deny that momo was an attractive entity. underneath that bright pastel pink and purple helmet was a woman with such a strong will to win. that image of her plunging in the ice bath, only in her compression underwear pops in your head. (you saw it on their social media okay, it's not something to be guilty about.) but you wriggle your head side to side still, brushing off the thought.

a formation lap later, your heart beats a thousand times more, and your throat gets a little stuck as you see the same red lights that indicate the start. this was it. you are so ready to see it.

and finally, “lights out and away we go!”

it felt like you're in the right place, playing the right game as on the first corner, you nearly overtook momo. but she won't let you do that and didn't even break a sweat.

it was safe to say that you're given a little bit of caution since you are a rookie, same thing with tzuyu on fifth, as it was said that she was keeping the other positions captive in their states as she was conducting a drs train. pretty impressive defence, but what's more impressive is that momo's on her 17th lap out of 57, and she's not even bothering to box.

better late than sorry, you go to the pit lane to get your overly worn set of soft tires into medium ones, just like what you practised last time and set the fastest lap time.

in the 52nd lap of the race, you and momo were chasing each other, quite literally, as she was going wheel to wheel with you. it has been going on for a few couple of laps already, and momo's worried that if the cars could talk, they'd already be best friends.

“let her pass,” lewis commanded over the radio. “just a teeny tiny bit, y/n.”

you just hummed and braked late on the next turn, making momo purposefully go ahead. you sacrificed a few milliseconds to gain a whole couple of seconds to push the whole car in the straight sections, and approaching that turn in front of momo locked in your chance to be the future world champion for the season.

“fuck,” you hold onto the steering wheel ever so tightly as you turned, just grazing behind momo's tires, going ahead of her. “did i do it?”

“smoked a little but you're in p1,” lewis says. “p1 is secured, go flat out.”

you were handed the mic as you fitted your cap, “how does it feel like to be the first winner of the season?”

“ah,” you smiled. “of course i'm very thankful for the team, to daehyun who kept her place defending, and for lewis keeping me in check for the whole race. thank you for the gochiya skyline team for guiding me on this journey.”

“that’s such a great thing for you, y/n,” the interviewer complimented. “you had an amazing drive from the last laps that you encountered on the track. it was a genius and smart race. what more could we expect from you in the future?”

“some more great racing,” you chuckled. “and some more wins, maybe even a championship if the races let me.”

momo, on the other side, tried to put on a face— one that smiles, but you just know the side of her lip was twitching to frown and launch at you when you went up the podium and received your trophy and medal.

momo couldn't sleep that night.

she hates that she has to see that smug little smile on your face after you knew you won over her, she hates the way you pop the champagne gently, careful to not spray her so hard, and how your hand brushed on hers kindly when you said your little ‘congratulations’ in your soft voice.

she hates that you fill her head ever so dearly like she doesn't feel guilt when she sees you.

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“what do you mean you heard us last night?” sana argues, laughing as you two made your way to the hotel elevator going to your floor. you had a couple of drinks with your best friend at the bar, and had a little celebration as well.

“sorry i have ears,” you jokingly plug your ears with your fingers. “you owe me those earplugs. i didn't know that you two were an … item.”

sana laughs. “what, you sincerely thought that i was fucking around with that jimmy choo model i told you?”

“i mean, she's hot,” you commented. “and definitely your type, so, who am i to question. but hyunnie?”

“yeah, why,” sana raised her eyebrow at you, suspecting. “she’s also hot and good at everything, especially in be-”

you rolled your eyes in sarcasm, “oh shut up,” you whined. “i don't need to know that.”

“hyunnie and i were talking about something last night,” sana laughs as you two go out of the elevator as you've reached your floor. “we kinda are still on that ‘y/n and momo would kiss someday’ agenda, but please hear me out,” she sighs, standing in front of you as she knows you'd deem it ridiculous and look at her with your eyes rolled upwards, showing your utter disgust. “we remembered momo literally smoked someone from vantage last year just because she didn't like them. that's why they played the villain card on her in the stupid documentary. but then, the guy's really just ass and mina complained about him too so, point valid…”

you looked at her, grounded her by holding her on her shoulders, “minatozaki, please tell me what you're trying to say.”

“yeah, right,” she then snaps back. “if she really didn't like you, she wouldn't even bother to save face or be civil with you. even though i was all up and cuddly with hyunnie last night, i saw you two. momo has never made a move like that because she doesn't like begging, and you know that too.”

“maybe she's just helping herself, you know,” you chuckled. “it's really not that deep.”

“you're so…” sana hits you lightly. “you've been so empathetic with me but how come you can't see through momo?”

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you thought about that for days on end. how come you haven't seen through momo like you did with everyone else?

maybe it's the time, maybe it's the banter, or maybe, you're just too deep in thought when you're facing her. you're even so shocked when you realized just how self conscious you are around momo— you're hyper aware of how you look, if your clothes look decent, or if you smell good. like you're having a little crush.

it was already mid-season. you and momo were alternating from winning races. it was so funny because the fans say that you two give up each other's places so that you could create an alternating pattern, but that isn't really the case.

“ah, i'm really going crazy,” you sighed, finally taking a hit with your golf club after contemplating. you went out with jeongyeon, a fellow racer from the estrella racing team, and her teammate, nayeon. “i mean, you two know i've been doing really well, but i don't know. i can’t sleep and all.”

nayeon straight up laughs after taking a shot as well, the ball flying to the air, back to the ground, “sana was right, you are silly.”

you looked at them, puzzled as jeongyeon laughs with her wife, wrapping an arm around her waist. damn, they were even in sync leaning back as they laughed.

“you're just like her,” nayeon points to jeongyeon. “that's what she said exactly to me when she confessed.”

jeongyeon then finally stops throwing a laughing fit and puts a grounding hand on your shoulder, “maybe you two need a moment. like an actual talking moment. there's something to unpack between the two of you.”

you get antsy just thinking of it. maybe it was really something you needed, something you craved, but you just can't bring your mouth to say it.

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being in formula 1 isn't just about the racing, of course, it's also a lifestyle. now, you figured it isn't easy to get out of momo's sight. you basically have the same social circle, and every single break between races, there's got to be a time where you parked beside each other, sat close to each other, talked to a common person, got the same drink, and said the same things.

“you act like you can't see me.” momo laughs silently, taking a sip of her drink. it was a night before going off to the race, and surprisingly, you also live at the same compound as her, and you were itching to get a drink. that's why you're at the local bar.

“just didn't want to bother you,” you sighed, getting more comfortable on your barstool as you ordered another drink. “you told me that, right? you don't wanna be bothered.”

“on the race, yes,” she sighs. “what, you wanna race me here too?”

“oh, no,” you laughed, immediately dismissing the idea. “i can’t go home shitfaced. i still need to pack my things.”

“you really are a crammer,” she mentioned. you looked at her, quite puzzled at how she knew about it. “sana told me, you know.”

“what,” you then turned to her, meeting the pool of her deep dark brown eyes that matched her leather jacket. “why?”

“i- um-,” she scratched the back of her nape as you observed the slight tinge of red shading the back of her ear. “visited you, when you crashed.”

“oh,” you uttered, holding your breath under your tongue. “um, well, thank you.”

“no need,” momo chuckles. “i'm the one who needs to thank you.”

you asked, “why?”

“nothing.” she shyly looks away from you once more and takes a drink. “aren't you scared?”

you looked at her, seemingly shocked at the question, “of what?”

“crashing,” she mused. “we're off to belgium and i guess you're quite sca-”

“i am,” you claimed, smiling as you looked at her. “i'm scared that i might do one split second decision that could absolutely ruin the whole race, the whole season again.”

momo turns to you again, “you're not afraid of dying?”

“a little,” you take a sip of your whiskey as you contemplate. “i would be more worried about the people blaming themselves, though. some of them don't know that i'm thick skulled and i want to do everything including the risks,” you said. “that one in spa isn't yours, it never was, so never feel guilty about it now that you've seen me.”

her eyebrows clinched together in the middle of her forehead, and her lips turned into a mocking smirk, “what?”

“you know it,” you return the same smirk at her. “that's why you're trying to be nice, aren't you? that's why you're working your ass off trying to tell me about the weather when we're on track, trying to pair up with me in those silly little games that the marketing team says. momo, you don't need to deny. i don't want you to feel guilty for me.”

“who the hell are you to say that i feel guilty because of you?” she scoffed.

“you reek of it,” you held her wrist, making her look at you. “and i hate to see it. you weren't this cautious with me before, momo. i hate that you have to sacrifice your breaks, your speed, just because you don't want the same thing happening. i want you to fight.”

she catches the lump in her throat and gulps, the rim of her eyes threatening to spill the tears, “i can’t do that anymore.” she removed your hold on her wrist and ran away to the door of the bar.

you then leave several bills on the table, letting the bartender know that you're leaving too, and you chase momo, who was just running a few blocks away.

you then start your car, pulling up and honking the horn as you roll down your window. “hirai!” you called out.

she then stops on her tracks, sitting down at the nearby bench. her eyes were bloodshot in tears, and you immediately came to her, taking her in the car.

you swore under your breath as you pulled out a box of tissues in your glove compartment, handing it to her as you reached out for her seatbelt.

“i'm sorry,” you sighed as you continued to drive, and momo wipes off her tears. “i, um-”

“i know,” she chuckles. “you're guilty too, huh?”

“i guess it's just fair to say that,” you said. “mind telling me?”

“about what?”

“how you've been, since that day.”

“well,” she sighs. “guilty. like by a lot,” she laughs. “i shouldn't have let you. sana wanted to get you away from it but she was that much of a tolerator that she wouldn't mind crashing with you.”

“ah, well,” you paused for a while, greeting a red light as you thought. sana did talk to you about it, but she ended up getting upset with you as well before the race. “we actually fought.”

“oh,” she laughs again. “come to think of it, i should've collided with you during that practice, you know? that was a close call.”

you just nodded, it really was a close call as she was so aggressive with her drive that day.

“there's a lot we need to ponder on.” you sighed, lightening your grip on the steering wheel.

momo then looks at you, “wanna ditch the flight?”

that's how you ended up in momo's flat, playing mario kart and downing a couple cans of beer.

“no fair,” she pouts, seeing the result— it was wario who took the lead, and princess peach for the second. “i had the first place for like… most of the game!”

“it's all fair in mario kart,” you smirked as you stood up and looked at your watch. it was already 1:00am, and your flight to belgium with your team is at 3:00am. “i wish i could stay for longer but look,” you showed her the time on your wrist. “it’s a bit late.”

she then held your wrist, the one with the watch, seemingly not wanting you to leave just yet. “nice watch,” she laughs as she traces her fingers on the cold steel band of it. “it’s not late. come on, i didn't think you were this boring.” she then pulls you down again and hands you the blue nintendo switch remote. “just one more round.”

momo's one more round turned into two, to three, to four, and you didn't seem to mind the time anymore until you're bombarded with calls from your team manager.

“stay the night,” momo smiles as she takes the cans of beer with you to her trash can. “it's late anyway. plus, you won't catch that flight.”

“i know,” you laughed. “i’ll sleep on the couch.”

“no,” she insisted. “my bed is big enough.”

“alright,” you just nodded, as you were also getting caught on with sleep. “do you have like… a spare toothbrush though? i can't go to sleep with my mouth smelling like beer.”

“yeah,” she cackled and led you to her bathroom. “i keep these things if ever someone asks me to hand them over one.” she handed you a dental care set, complete with a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a mouthwash in a small pouch.

“you're unbelievable,” your jaw dropped in just pure shock. you didn't know momo was this much of a girl scout. “you're ready for everything, huh.”

“of course,” she smiled. “just call me if you ever need anything else, hm?”

that night, you learned that: momo's a clean person and everything in her room was organised through and through, she likes to take the right side of the bed, and that she has trouble sleeping.

you've been lying on your side for what it seems like forever, and you don't even know why you can't sleep. you've shared beds with your friends for most of your life, most of them with the impeccable cuddle monster minatozaki sana, which you thought was the final boss when it comes to sharing beds.

but she says, “hey, aren't you asleep yet?”

“no, not yet,” you responded, still laying on your side. “i'm thinking of a good excuse.”

momo scoffed, “just don't. just tell them you'll book a direct flight to belgium.”

“that's rude.”

“it's not like they're gonna remove you out of the team,” she laughed. “if you really want it to be believable, try to lie. like your dog had an emergency or something.”

“i don't raise a dog on my own,” you then laughed and faced her side, surprised that she was also facing you. “they won't believe me.”

“then, tell them that you're with me.” she says.

“they're not going to believe that,” you grinned. “plus, i don't think that they'd take that as valid, you know.”

“then, what is?”

“i’d probably just tell them that i got something else to do.”

momo chuckles, “like what?”

“nintendo,” you laughed. “i mean, that's a valid enough reason, right?”

that's how you ended up with your limbs and arms tangled with momo's body.

you come to your senses as you feel a warm breath fanning your neck, and you slowly open your eyes into the morning light. you checked on your watch, surprisingly still there on your wrist, and it shocked you. it was already 12am.

it was 10:00 am, and yet the current world champion is cuddled up in her bed with you.

momo then grunts, stretching out her arms and legs but still keeping ahold of you by your wrist, and she opens her eyes, immediately dropping your hand and her hold.

“good morning?” you smiled.

“good morning,” she forces a smile back, immediately sitting down in nervousness? embarrassment? excitement? honestly, she doesn't know. she then clears her throat and asks, “slept well, rookie?”

“yeah, um,” you cleared your throat too and sat up, feeling the mattress beneath you. “you have a good bed.”

“you're lucky,” she stretches. “you're the first one to know that.”

what? “um,” you gulped. “sorry?”

“sana always slept on the couch when she comes over,” she chuckles. “i owe you breakfast, let's go.”

“and a flight,” you corrected and she nodded, making her way to her kitchen. “you'll cook?”

“of course,” she laughs, taking out some thickly sliced bacon, and some eggs. she saw you quite skeptical about her choice of breakfast, “why, would you like something else?”

“uh,” you thought for a little while. sliced bacon and eggs are exactly what you needed, but, “do you have some coffee?”

“yep,” she says. “if you'd be of some help, then you could make our coffee.”

you then nodded and she handed you over two mugs, getting ready for coffee as she heats a pan on her stove.

“ah, this is great,” momo says as she looks over her window, drinking her cup of coffee and eating her sandwich. “ever had a breakfast this great?”

“yeah,” you smiled. “in monaco, my hotel was just overviewing the whole city so…”

“i won that one though,” she teased. “how's the dnf?”

“awful,” you joked. “like really, it's my first race there and the engine suddenly fails me. that's pure unluckiness.”

“don't worry,” she comforts. “you'll stick around for a long, long time.”

“i know,” you chuckled. “unless i don't find the spark in it anymore.”

“same,” she then looks at you, bringing her cup of coffee down on her wooden table once more. “who do you think will win the race this week?”

you bat your eyelashes at her, “wanna bet?”

“oh, of course,” she laughs. “i’d bet $100 on you.”

“okay,” you then laughed too. “i’ll bet $200 on you, too.”

she looked at you, puzzled, “why?”

“you didn't say that i couldn't bet on you,” you sighed. “and based on the race status, you're ahead of me by several points, you won last week, then, it's just right for me to nominate you.”

she stretches her hand, “deal?”

and you shook it with yours, “deal.”

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“y/n,�� daehyun, back at the hotel, looks you in the eyes and sits in front of you. “why the hell did you come with hirai momo, and even riding the same plane as hers? and she even took you to her private pl-”

“yes, i know, but please calm down,” you held her by the shoulders and made her a little grounded so you could talk to her. “we sorted things out,” you sighed. “and it went well. we stayed up all night playing nintendo, so i missed the flight and she let me stay.”

“she let you what?”

you looked at her, puzzled. “let me stay?”

“did you kiss?”

“no,” you dismissed. “that's weird.”

“ah, fuck,” she sighs. “really?”

“yes, really,” you said. “please don't be weird about it. she's trying to really change for the better, you know?”

she smiles and stood up, “yeah, alright, i get it,” she said. “lewis is so pissed with you though, good luck with that.”

hyunnie wasn't lying. your race engineer called you unprofessional the moment you step at the team garage for the day, but you sorted it out by saying you had to attend to something personal. (in this case, the personal was playing nintendo with the current world champion, but you didn't say that part because he didn't ask for it anymore.)

friday came and practices were on. you worried as it was your first race in this car with this weather— surprisingly cold and overly wet. the track was wet, the seat inside of the car was wet, and everything just slid. just like before your crash.

the fear creeps up through your veins, but it doesn't let you not hold onto the wheel. you raced, as promised and as dealt with in your bet with momo. you don't want to lose a couple of hundred dollars because of her.

it rained on the track heavily over the weekend. you successfully finished and secured a pole position for the sunday race, with momo taking place just behind you on the grid in third.

“44 laps, y/n, we're opting for a safe plan a,” lewis says over the radio. “keep your tires guarded and we'll do two stops if needed.”

“okay,” you said. “is the rain expected to worsen during the race?”

“not exactly,” lewis confirmed. “but expect it to seem a little heavier on laps 22 to 34, since the downpour is expected to be harder on those parts.”

“got it,” you said. “careful and fast.” you repeat to yourself until it was lights out.

two things were on your mind during the race: one, is that the rain will get worse and potentially knock people off the track so you're extra careful, and two, why was hirai momo so damn slow?

in lap 29, the rain started pouring harder, but you continued to lead. as expected, the tyres held on for longer as it wasn't that hot nor too slippery, and it feels as if you're just gliding on the ground.

“box, box.” lewis says on the radio, and you immediately put the button ‘okay’ to pit.

you enter the pit lane safely, but you saw a huge spin off just not so far away from the pit exit. it wasn't a crash (thankfully), but it was a spin-off causing drivers to pass by that leading driver.

“who's that?” you asked over the radio as you exited the pit lane safely.

“it was hirai,” lewis updated. “nothing too serious, no calls since she re-entered the track.”

“okay,” you said. your heart skipped a beat the moment you heard her name, but then, you're just glad that she's back on track. “am i still p1?”

“yes,” lewis confirms. “expected to keep p1 till the end of the race.”

you then wondered, “who's behind?”

“hirai,” lewis says over the radio. this is where it starts. “team ordered to switch. watch out for eau rouge.”

“got it.” you confirmed over the radio.

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“what the hell, hirai?”

“don't what the hell at me,” she guilty hangs her head down, sitting with her legs apart at the cool down area. you didn't care if the cameras were on you, or if someone just came in, but you were so mad that you couldn't even get yourself to take the ‘1st’ cap on your head. “i was just trying to not cr-”

“please don't do this here,” sana, after successfully overtaking for the third place, mediates the hot headed arguments. “let's just get this done and go home, okay?”

“okay, sorry,” you stepped down from that attitude and fixed your cap on your head. “it's just tha-”

sana interferes as she pushes her pointer finger on your chest, “save it.”

this is the first time you've ever received a trophy where you felt awful. not because you were upset with a fellow driver, but because it feels like a repayment for guilt.

you went back to the hotel with a heavy heart even after celebrating with your team, but you still can't tuck away that feeling— one rooting from the unjustified move from hirai momo, breaking and not taking the chance to fight for the position that you had.

she was about to do an overtake just after the eau rouge, but she didn't even try to fight, causing her breaks to lock up, but she was quick to recover to second place. you think it's entirely stupid, yes, she doesn't want to crash into you, but then she did that without thinking of the other drivers behind her. you knew that there would be a significant lag to recover after locking up, which had you worried about that move.

momo: meet me here

📍tavern solo, stavelot

you: why would i?

momo: free drink?

you: i could buy one myself.

momo: i've got your hundred dollars and an explanation. isn't that enough?

that was the momo you know. never backing out even after saying no. on the way to the bar, it was cold, and your hands were nearly freezing when you saw momo at one of the tables, waiting patiently as she looked outside, two drinks ready on the table.

“hey,” you sighed, taking the seat in front of her. “was i late?”

“no,” she smiles. “i’m sorry,” she says. “i know you wanted to have a good race and i rui-”

“i understand,” you sighed once more, a little deeper as you sipped on the cocktail. “you just wanted us to be safe. i get it.”

“but still,” she refutes. “that's so unsportsmanlike from me.”

“well, yes,” you chuckled. “there's always a next race to catch.”

“i want you to fight even if it makes my head fly to your lap, y/n!” she suddenly screams, shocking you and other people in the pub.

“momo,” you suddenly went and held her by the shoulders to ground her. “i know it's upsetting but,” you said. “do you trust me?”

“um,” she thought for a while. “yeah…?”

“okay, great,” you chuckled. “you have your car with you?”

“no, my hotel's close by.”

“great,” you then held her wrist, dragging her outside of the pub. you were careful and stopped in front of your car, opening the door for her to sit down. “get inside.”

momo's just in shock. she's fine with trusting you, but, she's conflicted. for all she knows, you could've taken a blow on her stomach or something (it's definitely going to be or something) but she also knows that you're a good person.

she intently watched you as you went to the driver's side, carefully sitting and starting the engine. she realizes it wasn't her first time inside this car. you were known to take this car on cargo with the team's. it was a nissan r34 skyline, beautifully detailed in metallic blue (she thinks it's your favorite color), with a twin turbo inline six engine.

“well,” you say, clearing the air a little. momo can't hide the fact that she was tense. “do you need the ac to be a little higher?”

“no,” she hesitated. “actually, yes, please…”

“okay, if this helps you to relieve,” i sighed. “i'm gonna pay a visit to one of my old friends.”

“and…?”

“he owns a karting track,” you laughed, seeing momo sigh in relief. “if you thought i’d kill you, well, i should've done that way, way back.”

“why didn't you?”

“was there a valid reason?” you ridiculously say. “i mean, apart from anything else that we've been through, i don't hold any grudges from that.”

“well, okay,” she chuckled. “why take me there?”

“show me just how much you wanna beat me.”

“why?”

“i just wanna see,” you laughed. “and i told you. never feel guilty for what you've done before. give me all you've got, ‘kay?”

“okay.”

a few minutes (and a few awkward stares and silences) later, you've arrived at your friend's karting track. as expected, there were no other people who were karting as it was already past midnight, just the lights open, and a person with a towel covered on their face.

“mick,” you called out. “mick!”

“oh,” the guy quickly removed the towel, and immediately fixed his hair to look at you, processing what he was seeing. “oh! hey,” he stands, finally getting out of his desk and greets you with a hug. “been a while since i've seen you here. won the race?”

“definitely,” you smiled. “what have you been up to?”

“oh, you know,” he smiles. “someone's got to keep the place’s lights on.” he pointed at the lights of the karting track. he's runs it with his dad, who was also his mentor and a great mentor to other young racers as well.

“no i mean,” you said. “racing gigs.”

“wec, wrc, heck even indycar teams were calling me,” he sighs. “but i don't think i'm ready for that yet.” he confirms, looking to your left. “ms. hirai!” he comes over to shake her hand, happy as he can be. “i'm mick,” he introduced. “part owner of the track and y/n’s friend from vantage!”

“nice to meet you,” momo partly smiles. “you look familiar. have i met you somewhere?”

“oh, right,” he says, remembering the instances where he passes by momo. “we competed together in the junior karting series. i entered the formulas a year after you two though, so i think that's it?"

“oh, that explains why.” momo says, and you nod.

“okay,” you clasped your hands together, bringing the attention to yours. “i told you we'd race, right?”

“yup.” momo nodded.

“then,” you took her wrist again, now walking slowly towards the helmet and suit section. “gear up.”

momo then changes into a fitting racing suit as you do so too, and she puts on a pink helmet, while you put on a red helmet to match the suit.

mick guided you through the controls of the kart (even though you two were very much familiar with it already) as a precaution, and you two started a lap to determine who'd take the lead on the opening.

you were off to a good start, and momo was pushing hard as well, which was predicted. you wanted her to fight and she gave you exactly that.

not only did she lead that opening lap, but after 40 laps, she did dominate the hell out of you in the kart. you didn't think it was a whack, of course, she's still momo— 2 time world champion, three, possibly if she doesn't fuck it up (which is very unlikely, because she's just that good).

“oh, man,” you threw yourself onto the grass of the open spot between the track after your little session, breathing loudly as you sighed, taking the spot beside momo. she hands you over a cold bottle of water. “thanks,” you smiled in comfort, finally feeling the bottle's coldness as you finished the race. “feel better?”

“you bet,” she laughs. “how about you?”

“hm, feeling great,” you smiled, looking up at the stars. it wasn't any different from what you've seen from any part of the world, but it was a great sight to see. “wow…”

momo shot up her eyes to the sky as well, watching the clouds thread through it and the stars shining its familiar light.

“i have a weird question,” you say. “do you think there are other people much crazier than us when it comes to racing?”

“everyone on the track is,” momo laughs. “you just pay attention to the ones who you're really close with in competition.”

“hm, makes sense.” you then turn to her side, admiring her as she looks at the stars.

she turns to you, admiring your eyes and how it slowly droops to match your little pout, “you tired?”

“a bit.”

“rest,” she taps on her shoulder twice. “don't worry, i won't hit you in your sleep or something.”

still, you were suspicious. “you sure?”

she just nodded and pulled you to her side, slowly guiding your head to lean on her.

you laughed and just succumbed at her warmth as you wrapped your arms around her waist comfortably, the peach scent of her shampoo lacing you into a deep, peaceful and fulfilling nap.

[mick-ey schumi sent a photo]

mick: you two look cute…

you: shut it please

mick: you bet i won't

this is louvre worthy

you: ??? shut up

mick: told you, you bet i won't

sana was right

maybe you two should kiss

#momo #twice momo #momo imagines #momo fluff #momo angst #momo series #twice imagines #twice fluff #twice angst

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Hey pookie

So i lovvveeee the harbingers. Can you do like penguin reader (or any other snow related animal) running around the Zapolyarny Palace messin with the harbingers and there like 'what the actual fuck. Who let a dam animal in this place ' them trying to catchus but we just like mewhahaha nuh uh

I refuse to believe Snezhnaya will have a single docile mob so I’m gonna make my own! Imagine a Polar Bear and a Leopard Seal mixed with one! (Walrus tusks?.. Walrus tusks.) I’m gonna call it… a Large Tusked Polaral! Anyway I’ll put a mild description before we start, but just ask if you want a full description, or a drawing ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡!

Large Tusked Polaral: To break it down, imagine the front of a polar bear, the back of a leopard seat, and the tusks of a walrus. Its front arm end with flippers and are longer than the tail in the back. The front flippers do look like paws though. The teeth are a mixture between the three, they have the huge tusks of walruses.

Taking a walk through the Zapolyarny Palace had become a common pastime for The Rooster whenever he had nothing more to do. Taking in the scenery… breathing in the frosty air of his nation, taking in the sights… the Large Tusked Polaral following behind him….

… Wait. The large Tusked Polaral following behind him?

Pulcinella turned around to face the fifteen ft tall - and it was still on its flippers - beast of a monster. It had to press its face to the floor in order to look at him, its warm breath hitting his face.

Pulcinella was never a fighter. Maybe back in his youth, but now he was a leader. He didn’t even have a vision, preferring to rely on his Servicemen rather than fight himself. So being in front of one of the most - if not the most - dangerous monsters in all of Teyvat without those service men…

At least it’d be an honorable death. They say a Polaral only chooses the strongest to die by her claws. To be struck down by one was a glorious way to go.

So as Pulcinella started to make his peace with his oncoming death, you lifted yourself back up and continued in your way, hobbling down the hallway. Pulcinella, who was shocked at the lack of his blood on the walls, followed behind, now curious.

He watched as you huffed and sniffed around the halls, occasionally scaring a lower rank shitless.

It wasn’t until you wondered down a wing specifically for one of the Harbingers that he got an idea. Speed walking in front of you, he stopped you by a hand on your nose. You sniffed at it before continuing on your way.

A smirk lay beneath his bushy mustache, and he quickly continued walking behind you as you shuffled your way down the wing of The Marionette. Sandrone’s workshop.

The sound of screaming not being caused by her was enough the drag Sandrone out of her workshop. Her large boots thudded across the floor as her puppet sat in her hand. Many smaller bots crawled across the floor like spider, filling the space.

She gripped the coat of a running fatuus that speed past her, forcing them to stop.

“What is happening?” Were the only words that left her lips. The fatuus in front of her stuttered out a couple words, thought he tripped over every other word. All she could make out was “The Rooster” and “Large Tusked Polaral”. She then let him go and off he ran.

Sandrone looked at the small bots that ran across the floor and tilted her head forward. They immediately ran forward through the hall and out of sight…

… Before a large roar was heard and they all came scampering back. Her gaze immediately snapped up and the sound of something loud clambering down the hallway. She readied herself for a fight, and found herself in front of what seemed to be an angered Polaral basically running at her.

And as she was ready to attack, she heard a voice call out at her to stop.

“Wait! I apologize, truly, but you see, I was just simply taking my darling here out for a walk and they got off their lease, again my sincerest apologies, Marionette.” Pulcinella spoke with clear sarcasm in his voice as you continued to barrel towards her, only to stop right before her and start sniffing her up and down.

She only stared at the large beast in front of her, then back at The Rooster.

“This is… your pet?” She questioned.

“Yes.”

“This Polaral?”

“Yes.”

“This Large Tusked Polaral is under your care?”

“Yes.”

She only continued to stare.

“Well anyway, we’ll be off. I suppose I will be seeing at the later meeting?” She stayed silent, but now had a disgruntled expression on her face.

“I will take that as a yes. Goodbye, Marionette.” And with that he walked in front of you and the both of you hobbled away.

“…How disdainful.” Was all she said as she walked back into her lab.

And later did come.

All the Harbingers had to deal with something to do with a Large Tusked Polaral wondering the halls, scaring the lower ranks shitless, destroying property, and honestly just causing havoc.

What non of them were expecting, however, was to see that very Large Tusked Polaral…

Next to the Rooster during their meeting.

“…Why is it here?” Asked Pantalone.

“They are my pet.” Answered Pulcinella.

“… May I-“

“No you may not, Dottore.”

“… May I-“

“The same goes for you Childe.”

“Awe.”

The silence continued as all the Harbingers - minus The Jester - stared at the beast beside the small man.

“…Why do you even have it? You have men. Do you need the extra man power?” Asked Arlecchino asked. Her hands were crossed as she sat, now leaning against the table.

“No, I simply wished them as my pet.” The small man responded, making The Knave huff.

“May I pet them?” Asked Columbina. And when she got a nod, she immediately skipped over and ran her fingers through your fur, causing happy huffs and barks to come from your lips. All eyes were on you as Childe spoke up.

“I’ve never heard those kinds of noises come from one of those before.” He said with a smile. You even began to wiggle happily under the woman’s touch, making him gasp in amazement.

“Oh! Now I want to pet them, may I?” He asked with a smile.

Again, all he got was a nod.

And he immediately ran over and began petting you, making your noises grow in volume and your wiggles grow in size.

You actually flipped yourself on your side and allowed them access to your stomach, something that was never charted before in the behaviors of any Polaral. You even had the equivalent of a grin on your face, your eyes shut in trust.

“Fascinating.” Dottore said with a grin, only to be met with a glare from Pulcinella. He only smiled and shrugged his shoulders in response.

“And what is going on here? Why is a wild beast within the walls of the Zapolyarny Palace?”

As Pierro approached from the shadows, the room got colder. Immediately announcing the presence of both the top Fatui Harbinger and the Cryo Archon. All banter ceased and your petting was stopped causing a whine to leave your lips.

You looked to the two Harbingers who had left to go to their places at the table you were all sat at. And then you were shushed by Pulcinella. Oh hell no.

“You see, I was just taking a stroll. And I decided they should come with me for one of these walks. I assume something caught their eye and I apologize for letting them loose and - Wait. Where are you going get back here-“ Pulcinella’s little speech was cut off by you flopping away from him.

All the Harbingers watched as you speed down the table and past Pierro, and up towards the stairs to The Tsaritsa’s throne. Immediately The Jester raced to get you down but was stopped by a hand raised by the Archon.

They all watched with bated breath as you climbed up and up towards her, stopping before her. They all silently readied to attack, before watching you roll over, revealing your stomach to the woman with a whine.

And while Pulcinella started to apologize, all eleven were stopped by a sound none of them had heard. Or if they had, it was a rare noise.

The noise of their Archon laughing.

A giggled escaped her frozen lips and she ran a cold hand over your furred stomach, you slamming a a flipped over the other side - akin to a dog shaking a led when scratched.

She continued to giggle as she felt your fur between her fingers. Finally a subject who did not fear her nor did they wish to user her wins as a means for theirs.

“You lie in no fault, Pulcinella. Even is you have lied of this one being your pet” she began, and all the other glared at the chuckling man, “Though I believe I have found the perfect candidate to be my own.”

Jaws dropped as she spoke her last word. Her frozen over heart thumped lightly in her chest as her unoccupied hand slid over your head and messed with your ears. Your barks became louder as they echoed across the large room.

Perhaps you’d be the key to truly unlocking her frozen heart.

I personally like the idea that The Marionette is not the girl, but the large mecha holding her. Making the girl a literal “Marionette”. Anyway, I hope I delivered! I was a little tired when writing this, if you couldn’t tell but I hope it turned out good enough ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა!

#anon <3 #asks <3 #Large Tusked Polaral!Creator

[mhsdatgo]

Do you think the show is biased against the Greens vs. Team Black? If so, how should the show have demonstrated that both teams are awful, in your opinion?

Hello anon!

I've got a lot to say on this one.

First of all, yes. I totally think that the show had some obvious kind of bias towards the Blacks. Not necessarily with the way the Greens were treated as devils with no likeable qualities except for Alicent (even if there are several instances of them doing so) but more because of the way the Blacks were whitewashed.

Rhaenyra.

Look, you'll never catch me not expressing my contempt for this woman, no matter the fact she was brought up by a man who did nothing but spoil, enable and indulge her in everything and anything she says and does. I can see the path they're taking in the show by adapting her as an irresponsible woman who flees at the minimal inconvenience and cowers to her dad at any minor inconvenience, but literally everything that makes her Rhaenyra Targaryen, Rhaenyra Targaryen, is removed.

She just looks like the next girlboss Targ Dragonrider queen after Daenerys. They basically made GOT season 8 and sent show!Rhaenyra as an apology. But in doing so they basically made her... Boring. Her and her children, which I don't love or hate. (The closest one I am to "liking" is Jace, I guess, but the leaks are just making me rethink everything again.)

I would've loved it if they had given us ONE pre-Dance book!Rhaenyra scene that would've made her appear more ruthless than what we have on the show, and not just the time when she offered 10 year old Aemond to be tortured. Make her ask Daemon to go after Vaemond (sorry pookie) like she did in the books, make her feed his corpse to her dragon. Sure that wouldn't have made me change my mind about how much I dislike her bUt it WOULD'VE made me go "damn she stands on business."

I wanted her to act out of grief and insist on going to war when she miscarried Visenya and lost her father, because although I don't think that the Greens did kill that poor little girl (she had dragon features and was likely going to die anyway) I do think that Rhaenyra should've been allowed her pain and the irrational and impulsive thinking that comes with it.

Alicent.

OH BOY.

Where do I even begin with this one?

Olivia Cooke SLAYED. Lemme just start with that. She took the whole cake and ate it too and left no crumbs. The direction they've taken with her is a realistic one, at least for the actions and decisions she's taking. Reckless, for sure. Risky, deathly even. Her fear is realistic, even for someone as Alicent Hightower no matter how much determination had protected her from dread.

What I don't like is the way she was treated as everyone's object and her shutting up about it. From Rhaenyra to Larys, everyone uses her for their own disgusting pleasures or outlet of frustration. And she's made to take it without fighting back even once. The one time she does, bless her, she's treated as a woman who's gone mad.

Now, I would've been fine with her taking all these hits if only they knew how to make Alicent change properly and completely from there. If it was me, the incident at Driftmark would be my start to revenge. No longer would I look at Rhaenyra with hope to reconcile with her. No longer would I bear any more of Viserys' shit when it's clear his first daughter (the image of his first wife) bears way more importance to him than me and all the four kids he forced me to have combined.

They'd have to nightly talk me out of suffocating him with my pillow a minute more for every wince and ache my now eyeless son suffers, for a month straight if not more. I wouldn't eagerly stand by his side and listen to his last words only to mistake them for permission to go along with my plans. I'd stand there passively at best, waiting for him to be done, before leaving the room.

Everything else can just be left the same way it was. Her fear when she realizes the effect Viserys' death has on her and her children is realistic. I'd break down for a moment too. I'd act as soon as I could too. I'd cry tears of relief, dread, grief (depends on how you interpret that scene) too. After letting his stinky ass rot for a fortnight. I would've preferred this to be a "there was a plan, but we weren't ready to act it out" situation more than a "what the fuck is going on" situation.

I'd also slap that "you toil in service of other men" dialogue from Rhaenys right back in her face (sorry grandma) since if we're talking about the show, it's literally the only thing she has done throughout the season.

House Velaryon.

HEAVY on this one. They have been done so wrong on so many levels. Every single one of them.

Laena was made to "pursue" Daemon, she changes from a precious, small and shy little girl to a confident, seductive young woman (teenager for fuck's sake, screw everyone who thought making her change this way would've been good) and later on a side piece, "the one Daemon settles for because he can't have Rhaenyra" even if it was known that she was the only one he was never unfaithful to, "she's made her peace" (WTF???????).

It apparently never hits Corlys that the bitch who he believes has made him childless (I AM TALKING ABOUT DAEMON) deserves no support from him and his house or that Luke should actually become a ward there at Driftmark if he's so adamant on keeping this farce that he's a Velaryon and the next Lord of the Tides.

Vaemond is seen as the odd, evil and power hungry one for pointing out that his house is falling into an OBVIOUS bastard's hands whether this kid likes it or not (even as my support for this claim goes as far as questioning Luke's parentage) and to add insult to injury he's made to say Rhaenyra is a whore, which never happened in the books.

The Silent Five are removed completely, Vaemond's sons as well (@redrosesandcharmingsouls knows I was FROTHING at the mouth waiting for Daemion Velaryon to make an appearance but the motherfuckers couldn't even give me that) so that we don't have any kind of reason to believe an execution so brutal and unjust had any repercussions on the support House Velaryon has on the Blacks overall. They are made into Rhaenyra's cheering squad through and thorough, even if they have every reason to be anything but.

The Laenor situation is actually really fucking funny. They made him leave instead of killing him to not bury the gays and they aren't aware that this has totally fucked everything up. Like thanks for telling me ALL of Rhaenyra's children are bastards. Cool, HOW THE FUCK TO YOU HANDLE SEASMOKE NOW?

Aegon II.

No this isn't an apologist post. I'm actually slithering on the ground on my knees for TGC daily but Aegon is a clusterfuck right now, no matter how you look at it. They tell us he's a psycho drunken rapist and he likes to watch children fighting every Sunday and when you actually see his adult version he's a crying love starved bitch of a man and he winces and frowns when Vaemond's head is cut off.

Instead of taking the throne to protect his children, he takes it because he's forced. And that makes Alicent the villain in everything once again. Now it doesn't matter if you look at the book version or what we see of the show version, everywhere you look this is just out of character.

It's inconsistent. He's made the worst thing ever so people can say "See??? They believe a rapist is better to put to the throne than our girlboss virtuous heir!!!" you either make him a psycho or a touch starved baby, why make both?

So yeah, I think this is all. For now. We'll have to see how this show progresses to see if I change my mind in any way.

Thanks for the ask!!!! ^_^

#hotd #house of the dragon #team green #anti hotd #pro team green #anti team black #anon #anon ask

[heavyhitterheaux]

Butterscotch Harlow

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, neelamthadhani, 2forwoyne, taylorrooks, blancahood, and 1,283,052 others

y/ninsta: A little while ago, I surprised smush with a puppy (even though he said no more pets). the two have finally warmed up to each other and all she does is terrorize him lmao

jackharlow: I like how you find my pain humorous smh urbanwyatt: I still can't believe yall literally have fourteen pets now lilnasx: urbanwyatt you mean fifteen, they have druski2funny druski2funny: what the actual fuck do yall be on for me to constantly get dragged like this?!?!? 2forwoyne: yall might as well open up your home and sell tickets because yall live in a damn zoo y/ninsta: all yall can kiss my ass because who is over here every damn week trying to get fed? not too much on my babies. blancahood: you have 3 real babies, pay them some attention y/ninsta: B, I have 5 children. how quickly you forget. jackharlow: who the hell is four and five?!?!? dualipa: jackharlow you and Urban urbanwyatt: NOW WHY AM I ALWAYS IN IT?! y/ninsta: dualipa you a real one for that softtcurse: urbanwyatt because your ass is always doing something smh jackharlow: dualipa and now here you come terrorizing me too smh dualipa: jackharlow I was nice about it but I can be mean. watch that tone. jackharlow: dualipa you better not start with me. I swear yall want me bald by 30. jackandy/naremyparents: I'm convinced that soon y/ninsta will find a way to buy an elephant. mark my words. urbandjack26: jackandy/naremyparents she probably already has one and just keeps it at the actual zoo in Louisville jackharlow: DO NOT GIVE HER ANY IDEAS y/ninsta: 👀👀👀 jackharlow: y/ninsta baby don't you dare y/ninsta: jackharlow BRB

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jackharlow: your shirt says mother so please come and get this puppy. I have not known peace since you bought her 😭

urbanwyatt: jackharlow let's be real for a second. you haven't known peace since you got married to y/ninsta taylorrooks: URBAN! TAKE IT BACK BEFORE SHE SEES IT! 2forwoyne: urbanwyatt not your wanting best friend to kick your ass jackharlow: urbanwyatt you just asking to die tonight aren't you? y/ninsta: I heard I've been summoned and urbanwyatt don't go to sleep tonight urbanwyatt: y/ninsta not my fault you terrorize my best friend! y/ninsta: urbanwyatt is this about me forgetting to make you spaghetti the other day? because right now your ass is acting outta pocket. don't let that mouth of yours get you hair cut off and weed stolen theestallion: Y/N PLEASEEEEEEE blancahood: y/ninsta if you steal it, save me some yungskylark: why when it's taco tuesday, someone in PG acts like they don't have no got damn sense smh shloob_: urbanwyatt my stomach is making whale mating calls. you better fix this shit so she feeds us. urbanwyatt: I SAID WHAT I SAID y/ninsta: urby, you asked for it smh jackharlow: like not too much on my baby now but urb actually claimed me as his best friend for once so I call this day a win y/ninsta: look at my pookie defending me and you were always the first best friend, he just loves me more jackharlow: 🙄🙄🙄

yungskylark: he need to defend my stomach from biting the rest of my insides quiiso: jackharlow IT'S NOT NO WIN WHEN WE'RE HUNGRY, TF? jackharlow: quiiso oh imma eat regardless. idc what happens to yall lmaoooo saweetie: jackharlow just nasty as hell as usual jackharlow: saweetie HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIFE?!?! saweetie: jackharlow for the billionth time, YES! jackharlow: saweetie just making sure lol

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jackharlow: you see what she does in my time of need? LEAVES ME 😭

But my wife a baddie 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow you are so damn dramatic! I'm only going to be gone for two days! but love you smush. claybornharlow: oh, so the babies have to eat jack's cooking? maggieharlow come save your grandchildren! jackharlow: HEY! THEY'RE FINE! dualipa: I highly doubt that jackharlow: dualipa hop off the nearest cliff y/ninsta: I pumped enough and there's more in the freezer, along with formula and the baby food I made. they're good! jackharlow: umm y/ninsta...... I think I only have enough for a few more hours y/ninsta: WHAT blancahood: oh good lord smh jackharlow: y/ninsta axel is eating like he has never seen food in his entire life maggieharlow: smh jackharlow if you needed me, why didn't you call? jackharlow: maggieharlow I got it handled! claybornharlow: only thing jackharlow has a handle on is.... hmm.... I'm at a loss saweetie: clay, pleaseeeee lmao urbandjack26: chaos in the Harlow household lol neelamthadhani: and jackharlow has the nerve to want more children smh handle those three first! y/ninsta: jackharlow is a good daddy! but his way of doing things concerns me sometimes jackharlow: y/ninsta I know I'm a good daddy. to my triplets and my wife. y/ninsta: jackharlow I'm taking my compliment back smh

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y/ninsta: pleading for my damn help, and once I get home, this is what I see 🙄🙄

jackharlow: and that was the first decent amount of sleep that I got since you left y/ninsta: jackharlow I see little miss kept guard while you slept. I told you she loves you. jackandy/naremyparents: are yall gonna tell us her name now?!?!? jackharlow: jackandy/naremyparents I want to protect her privacy urbanwyatt: this man has officially lost it lmao saweetie: privacy? she literally pees and shits outside for the world to see jackharlow: not too much on my baby now! she still deserves privacy! claybornharlow: jack, she's a dog jackharlow: claybornharlow and? she's MY dog and what I say goes blancahood: that man don't know how to act now that he has his own pet quiiso: y/ninsta please get your husband lmao y/ninsta: quiiso he's a lost cause. I tried to come close to him while she was next to him and long story short, she is very territorial of him. she likes me, but he's her go to person. like sis, I was here first. show your mom some respect lmao urbanwyatt: not y/n finally having to compete for jack's heart y/ninsta: urbanwyatt he lowkey might divorce me to be able to have all of his attention on her jackharlow: I AM NOT THAT BAD neelamthadhani: jackharlow who lied to you? smh y/ninsta: jackharlow just tell everyone her name! jackharlow: y/ninsta no. that's her business and no one else's. jackandy/naremyparents: she probably doesn't even have one jackharlow: YES SHE DOES! If yall can guess it, I'll tell you saweetie: wait, what did yall end up deciding because it was down to two names urbandjack26: probably named her alcatraz y/ninsta: urbandjack26 over my dead body lmao allthingsy/n: hmm..... Louisville related? y/ninsta: allthingsy/n no for once lol jackandurbupdates: toffee y/ninsta: getting warmer jackandy/naremyparents: caramel? y/ninsta: getting closer! jackharlow: yall get on my nerves jackandurb26: BUTTERSCOTCH! BUTTERSCOTCH HARLOW! jackharlow: 😒😒😒😒😒 jackandurb26: well?!?!? jackharlow: I'm logging out y/ninsta: 😭😭😭😭

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow instagram au #instagram au #first lady of pg

[cultofdixon]

Protective of One Another

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The Saviors war ended, and everyone has been doing their part to rebuild the communities. A project being the bridge. You have been assigned to watch those building the bridge and help where you can. You just didn’t expect to end up in the infirmary • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Anxiety / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

“Hey, you coming to work on the bridge?” Aaron asks Daryl who was preoccupied with sharpening his knife.

“Nah. Why?”

“Eh just thought I’d ask…” Aaron started to walk away from the tent the archer was currently occupying. “Y/N will be there”

Aaron now with a satisfied smile on his face worked beside Daryl who was hammering away at a panel they just placed while Y/N walked past them every now and then.

“Bitch”

“Hey it got you to work today. At least I didn’t lie”

“Mm. Fair” Daryl scoffs looking up for a moment seeing Y/N talking to Rick about the progression of the bridge they were working on.

________

“You sure can hold your own”

Y/N turns toward Daryl after setting another Walker on the pile with T-Dog’s help.

“Yeah…okay” Y/N brushes her hands off on her blue camo pants seeing that he was still standing there. “Yea need somethin’ Daryl?”

“How come you know my name but I don’t know yours?”

“First, it’s Y/N. Second, you’re not a very social person. Or you weren’t until that Grimes guy came and told yea he ditched your brother on a roof”

“Mm. Fair I guess” Daryl frowns watching Y/N step over one of the dead’s legs and extending her hand out to him.

“It is nice to finally meet you though”

“What’s with the blue camo?” He asks while shaking her hand as she laughs slightly.

“Navy. Blue is for the navy. I had just gotten home from discharge when the outbreak happened”

“Then I guess you weren’t part of the dumbasses that kept the virus under wraps until it started killin’”

“Oh I would’ve deserted and told the whole world if it meant this outbreak not happening”

“Wouldn’t have met yea though”

“Already liking me, D?” Y/N teased before going to help T-Dog with the rest leaving Daryl a bit of a blushing mess.

________

“You’re crazy yknow”

Daryl turns to the beautiful voice that matches the woman he’s been pining for for years as Y/N held up a canteen.

“Crazy for what?”

“Wearing all black in Virginia air. Or at least all dark clothes” Y/N gestured to his outfit before crossing her arms and still having that gorgeous smile remain. “What am I gonna do with yea, Dixon?”

“Beat my ass if I pass out from heat stroke” Daryl jokes getting that laugh of hers to roar out of her. “You’ll never see me in shorts”

“I would pay good money to see that one day” Y/N laughs a little more. “Shorts are great” she gestured to her own dark blue denim shorts as it wasn’t the only thing Daryl looked at. She was wearing a black tank top and red flannel over it with the sleeves rolled up, very different from her old Navy camo pants and the long sleeve when they first met up until the farm. But she always had the signature combat boots, something from her past that she won’t get rid of.

“On others maybe” He makes one last comment on the shorts listening to her laugh die down a bit before patting him on the shoulder.

“Least you can do is go inside one of the tents in the shady forest to cool a bit with that canteen.”

“Yea ain’t the boss of me, woman” He smirks watching her glare playfully.

“Last I checked. I was assigned to oversee those working on the bridge today…so the least you can do…is follow my orders” Y/N smirks getting up in his space as the archer covers his ears to avoid the blush rising.

“Yes ma’am” Daryl states watching her go back to working.

As he made his way back to the little tent city they have up for those working on the bridge, Carol immediately got up from her tent with a smile on her face.

“Hey buddy”

“Buddy?” Daryl scoffs to the nickname.

“What? You want me to go back to pookie?” She smiles deviously listening to him groan. “Anyway, I saw yea chattin’ it up with Y/N. Did you finally ask her yet?”

“Ask her what?”

“Oh come on!” Carol shoved him playfully as Daryl almost pushed her back but decided against it and sat on one of the outdoor chairs she has set up. “You know exactly what I mean Dixon” she took the other empty seat listening to the man groan even more. “She’s a catch. If you’re not going to say anything, someone else is gonna swoop in”

I don’t even want to think about that Daryl rolls his eyes turning his attention to the bridge. “The fuck am I supposed to say that I should’ve said years ago?”

________

“You’ve seen Y/N?”

“Oh my god. Are you actually going to finally do it, Dixon?” Carol teases handing him a bowl of breakfast which was whatever meat the archer hunted for that morning.

“Shut up” Daryl grumbles taking his bowl and going to sit with Rick at the table he was at with Judith in his arms.

“Waiting for Y/N?” Rick smirks watching Daryl glare as he was about to get up and leave. “Woah Woah. I surrender…sorry man. Just never seen someone so close to our navy officer and well. Connecting the dots here…”

“How’d yea tell Lori yea liked her?”

“Geez. You have no experience just from that question alone”

“Rick—-“

“Right right. Well. I kind of just went up to her asked if we could talk somewhere more private and then told her how I felt” Rick shrugs, it wasn’t exactly rocket science. “Then one thing lead to another”

Daryl hums in response to such as he watches the gates open showing Michonne returning on the horse they found and Y/N walking beside. They have been going on runs together that would last days or weeks and the archer would be stuck sticking around hoping to run into Y/N just for a second.

“You wanna tell her. Just tell her” Rick smiles picking up Judith and heading inside leaving Daryl to sit there watching Y/N draw closer.

He straightens up and in that moment he decided today was the day to tell her how he feels. But once she got closer to him, Daryl noticed the bandage on her arm and his worry got the best of him.

“Long time no see, Dixon” Y/N smiles warmly even if his neutral expression didn’t exactly cover his tense body language. “It’s just a scrape. Gotta see Hershel to see if it needs stitches”

“You better”

“Oh I will, and then I can tell you about the run I just went on” She smiles patting his shoulder in passing leaving him stuck in his thoughts once more.

________

So many opportunities.

And this was the time he chose to take it head on.

Y/N heard commotion going on between a few Saviors and some Oceanside on the other side of the bridge. She quickly apologizes to Eugene who she was talking to about the progression, to go handle what was going on.

“We shouldn’t have to work with scum like you!”

“It ain’t my fault the old man is making us work with weak ass people like yourselves”

“We’re weak?!” One of the Oceanside men got up in the Savior’s face. “Whose fucking leader is caged like an animal?”

“Woah guys let’s break it—-“ Y/N’s words didn’t reach their deaf ears as the Savior grabbed the Oceanside’s collar tossing them down. “Hey! Stop it”

“Back off!” The Savior yells pushing Y/N aside as she was resilient. “This fucking weakling needs to know his place”

“Oh yeah?!” He snaps back rising to his feet and with an unexpected play of drawing his gun which none of the crew that day thought anyone was armed. Even Y/N.

“Hey—Who told you you can—“

“Shut the fuck up! I ain’t listening to you” the gun pointed at Y/N temporarily before going back to the Savior who seem to be standing his ground. “And I’ve had enough of you Saviors walking all over me”

“Really? Then pull the trigger”

“Hey let’s not escalate this any further” Y/N sternly states to the two while standing in between them as she suddenly felt her hair get pulled to bring her back out of the way of the now nervous Oceansider. “Excuse me—-“

“Nah I wanna see if this fucking pussy will actually pull the trigger” He snaps in the nervous one’s face as Y/N tried to push him back because this wasn’t going to end well regardless.

Then the gunshot rang through the nearby woods, alerting the residents in the tent city. Daryl quickly rose to his feet running over toward the bridge with Carol following shortly behind. The two noticed a small crowd was formed and as they drew near, Daryl instantly locked onto Y/N pinning the Oceansider down while Rick kept the Savior at a distance.

“What the hell happened?” Carol snaps bringing herself over to Y/N before realizing. “Let me take over”

“Just take his gun away” Y/N hissed through the pain in her side given the Oceansider was a nervous wreck, making him a nervous shot. He aimed low and Y/N knocked the Savior out of the way. Resulting in her receiving the bullet. “Get the leader of Oceanside to take care of her own, Carol will confiscate the gun and…”

“We’ll call it a day” Rick finishes for her but then noticed the shakiness in her composure. “Somebody catch her”

And that was Daryl’s cue. He caught her right as she started to faint. The archer quickly picked her up and didn’t wait another second to take her to the med-tent that currently had Enid working. Not that he didn’t trust the prodigy, he would rather have Siddiq for someone this important.

“It’s just a flesh wound”

“So no bullet?” Rick asks Enid once she finished applying the pressure bandage on Y/N’s side.

“No bullet. Through and through”

“This could’ve been a whole lot worse. Hell remember when you took a bullet?” Carol laughs a bit of the tension away referring to Daryl’s near death moment.

“Yeah but I would like to knock that son of a bitch’s teeth in when Andrea walked away”

Both Rick and Carol gave each other a confused look when Daryl said such. It definitely didn’t go unnoticed.

“What.”

“Andrea didn’t just walk away”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The archer was even more confused than ever.

But he’s not the only one pining for another.

________

“Oh you’re a fucking moron that’s trigger happy”

“Now Y/N I didn’t know it was Daryl—-“

“Don’t fucking matter.” Y/N didn’t hesitate to punch the girl square in the jaw, with enough force to cause her to stumble and before Shane or Rick could intervene Y/N held her hand up toward them. Indicating she was done after that. “Four of our men ran over to Daryl to take out the walker—if it was a walker—you didn’t have to get on your high horse and shoot the only other person in this goddamn group that understands”

“Understands fucking what?!”

“I don’t like you. You ain’t getting that out of me” Y/N knelt to her level on the ground. “But if he doesn’t pull through or you try that shit again. I’ll put you six feet under with my bare hands”

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“She was scary” Rick laughs a bit. “Seriously. Why do yea think I don’t piss her off?”

“Besides, she was at your bedside when you slept in the farmhouse” Carol adds. “She really protective of you in some way”

“She was also the advocate to get yea out of the Sanctuary job sooner. So you didn’t have to relive any trauma left there”

The two stopped talking when they heard Y/N groan indicating she was waking up.

“We’re gonna take care of cleaning up for the night” Carol smiles giving Daryl a look as he glares back stating this isn’t the right time. But she didn’t care and insisted with her eyes.

Enid handed Daryl the painkillers for Y/N to take before giving them the room (or tent).

“Take it easy”

“I feel like shit” She crooked out with a sigh following, Daryl reached for the canteen opening it for her and taking out a few pills. “Mm. Nurse Daryl to my rescue?” She teases bringing herself to sit up which she regretted given the stitches in her side.

“Lay back down and let me actually nurse yea” Daryl got up to grab the pillow from the other cot to help her sit up a bit to take the pills with the water.

Y/N sighs once more handing the canteen back to Daryl and sinking into the cot. “Shit got out of hand”

“Yea don’t gotta talk about it right now. Just rest”

“Mm…Carol and Rick talk a lot” She randomly states receiving Daryl’s confused look as she brought her right arm under her head. “I wasn’t fully unconscious. Yeah lost some blood and fainted, but started coming too a bit ago”

Shit. “What’d yea hear?”

“Besides how you were barking at Enid for doing a simple repair because of how worried you were. The fucking farmhouse story. Guess we both have bullet scars”

“That…isn’t something to be happy about”

“Oh I’m not happy. That bitch reminded me of Andrea when she was trigger happy. Regardless…you’re missing my point here”

“I think I’m tryin’ to avoid it”

“Why?” Y/N gave him a small smile. “Because you wanna be the one to tell me you have feelings for me and not the other way around?” She continues to smile while the blush became more prominent on Daryl’s face.

“I thought…uh. I waited too long”

“We never had a quiet moment, D. Just think about it”

The outbreak in the quarry

Merle gone missing

The CDC exploding

The farm

The Governor Pt. 1

The prison illness

The Governor Pt. 2

Terminus

Grady Memorial Hospital

Old Alexandria

The massive herd

The wolves

The Saviors introduction

Daryl’s kidnapping

The Saviors demise

…Wow

“We really didn’t…” Daryl frowns watching Y/N bring her free hand to take one of his. “But I was still protective of yea”

“So was I”

“Is this finally that moment?”

“As fucked as it is” She laughs squeezing his hand a bit as Daryl leans into her pressing his lips firmly against hers. Feeling the hand behind her head move to run through his hair.

Once they parted…

“Took you two long enough” Carol chimes in with the biggest smile on her face. “Should’ve made a bet on it”

“Shut up”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[lvstcd]

no time to die ⟶ finnick odair & oc [part 1]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 |

A/N: this is for my pookie ookie bear rese &lt;;3 happy birthday bbg

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex trafficking, weapons, trauma, smoking, pretty much all hunger games shit :)

SUMMARY: rhys marley was the youngest victor of hunger games, winning at the age of 12. 9 years later, she watches as her little cousin from district 12 tours around panem, a rebellion starting, and soon, chaos as the quarter quell comes to its beginning.

GENRE: angst, dystopian, fluff, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

oc - original character(s)

EDITED BUT THERE COULD STILL BE MISTAKES :0

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RHYS marley. the youngest victor of the hunger games. she won at the ripe age of twelve years old. nine years later, at the age of twenty-one years old, she sat in the victor village of district four, watching her little cousin from district twleve, zephyr marley, tour around panem with her fellow victor and lover, peeta mellark. she chews on a granola bar, watching intently, her long platinum blonde here tangled and thrown into a low messy bun as she had her black boyfriend framed glasses resting gently on the bridge of her nose, sliding down every couple of minutes, causing her to push them back up. she watched her cousin plaster on a fake smile as she read the words from the card that was given to her, some of the people in the districts yelling in anger and confusion.

she turns the tv down as she hears giggling outside of her mansion, the voices of finnick odair and annie cresta being heard. she stands up, walking over to her window and peaks out from behind the curtain, watching the pair laugh as they're wrapped up in each others arms. she steps away from the window, shuffling off to her bedroom, laying on her bed and staring at the wall, the sounds of birds chirping and wind banging against her window.

flashback

"finnick!" rhys yells, tears brimming her eyes as she watches her best-friend get reaped for the hunger games, her heart dropping to her stomach. she watches the reaping from outside, as she was only eleven years old, and not old enough to be reaped. her mother brushes her hair, holding her against her body tightly, "rhys, please." her mother whispers, tearing up as finnicks mother sobs next to them, gripping onto his fathers arm. rhys watches him get dragged inside the building while watching the other kids of district four leave, hugging their family and friends, grateful it wasn't them.

rhys looks at finnicks mother, sobbing, "please tell him to be careful. tell him to survive. he needs to survive." tears are streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably, her heart breaking inside of her chest.

weeks later, finnick arrives home, winning the hunger games. rhys waits outside of her house, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she waits for finnick to arrive home. she stares at the ground, waiting, when she hears her name being called. looking up, she sees her bestfriend, his eyes scared and tired as he jogs towards her, his arms wide open. rhys stands up, "finnick!" she cries, running towards him and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, sobbing into his chest. "you did it." she whispers into him, hearing him sniffle above her. "i did." he whispers back, hugging her tightly.

rhys blinks, zoning back into reality as she realizes it's past dusk. standing up, she grabs her bathroom essentials and walks to the bathroom, turning on the water to scalding hot and climbing in, letting the water beat against her skin, turning her red. "rhys?" her mother calls from outside the door, "are you in the shower?" she asks, listening in. rhys hums, "yes, mother. i just got in. do you need something?" she asks softly, rubbing her hands over her face. her mother tells her no and walks away, her footsteps gradually getting quieter on the other side of the door.

rhys finishes her shower, stepping out and wrapping the towel around her body. she dries her hair and brushes it, the platinum blonde strands hanging down to her lower back. she wipes the mirror off with her arm, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her baby blue eyes staring right back at her as she tries to recognize herself, the old image of herself no where to be found. she changes into pajamas and walks out of the bathroom and into her room, climbing into her bed and staring at the ceiling. eventually, her eyes close as she drifts asleep, the sound of crickets buzzing outside of her window.

flashback

"the female tribute of district four.." silence, no one dares to speak. "rhys marley." rhys' eyes widen as she looks around her, her heart sinking to her stomach as everyones eyes turn to her, watching her slowly make her way up the stairs and stand in front of everyone. she watches finnick from afar, his eyes widened and scared as he shakes.

rhys waits in the room, looking out the window as her family walks in, rushing to hug her as they let out a few tears. "you can do this, baby. i believe in you. do whatever it takes to survive." her mother whispers, hugging her tightly and kissing the top of her head as she brushes a few strands of rhys' hair out of her face, her thumbs caressing her cheeks. "mom." she whispers softly, "i love you. if i don't make it out of there, please tell finnick he's the bestest friend i ever had. please. dont forget me." her mother nods, letting out a sob as she grips onto her tightly, brushing her hair.

a couple weeks later, rhys arrives back home, her eyes widened and tired, the images of peoples bodies, blood, and chaos forever burned and engraved into her mind. she slowly walks into victors village, her mother running to her, sobbing and immediately wrapping her arms around her daughter, grateful she's alive. finnick runs out of his mansion, "rhys!" he yells, running as fast as he can to her, instantly wrapping his arms around her as he sheds a tear. "thank god." he whispers into her hair, holding onto her tightly as she silently stands there, emotionless and exhausted, her innocence forever destroyed.

rhys sits up, sweating and out of breath as another nightmare fogged her brain. she gasps for air, her eyes wide as she panics and looks around her dark room, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. her mother shuffles in, rubbing her eyes. "you okay, baby?" her mother asks her quietly, climbing into bed with her. "it's okay, mama. i'm okay. just another nightmare." rhys whispers, rubbing her eyes and wiping the couple tears off of her cheeks. her mother ignores her, lying down next to her under the covers, wrapping her arms around rhys' body and brushing her hair. "it's okay, baby. i'm here. get some sleep." her mother whispers into her hair, humming softly as rhys nods and lays down, feeling at ease with her mothers presence. "thank you." rhys whispers, her eyes closing as she listens to her mothers peaceful humming, falling back asleep.

a few days later, rhys sits in the living room, her legs crossed and her hair thrown into a pony tail as she watches the tv, waiting for the news about the quarter quell, her mother and her father sitting beside her, watching as well. she watches president snow come up on the screen, her eyebrows furrowing as she stares at him, her hands shaking in anger.

"the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district."

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#the hunger games #hunger games #mockingjay #peeta mellark #finnick odair #hunger games oc #hunger games catching fire #hunger games mockingjay #finnick odair x oc #peeta mellark x oc #the hunger games trilogy #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #thg series #hunger games prequel #hunger games fanfiction #hunger games peeta mellark #finnick odair fanfic #catching fire #hunger games angst #thg finnick #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #hunger games finnick #finnick x y/n #peeta x reader #peeta my beloved #peeta supremacy #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark imagine

[sideeve]

NO SLEEP | with ETHAN WINTERS

— after the baker incident , he couldn’t get enough of you.

— resident evil 7 plot , zoe dies (my pookie bear😢) , mia dies (fuck you bitch !!) , since i finally finished the game after years of playing it , rotting daddy needs some luv , possessive!ethan

you lost track of time. your paranoia grew worse and worse by the day. the once nice family you knew and were fond of are now inhumane and devilish.

you hid in closet, secret tunnels, under beds. anywhere that can keep you alive for a short period of time.

then you were met with an unfamiliar face. “put your gun down, now! or i will shoot.” the nozzle of your pistol pressed against the person’s head. “don’t shoot, i’m not a threat.” his hands for up in the air, slowing turning to meet you. “see? i’m not going to hurt you.”

once he saw you, he took note of them cuts and bruises on your skin, “jesus, are you okay?” “look where we are. do we seem okay?” you seethe.

“sorry. look, my name is ethan. ethan winters. i was trying to find my wife but i just need to get out of here.” he was beginning to get tired of his wife going berserk on him at random times. but thank god he found another face. hopefully a trusting one.

“you have any ideas?” he shakes his head. “but we need to stick together. if we’re gonna make it out alive, we need to have each other’s backs. okay?”

“have you met zoe yet?” he breaks the silence between you two. “yeah, i have. we were friends before this happened.” that gives him some relief. at least you knew about the family. “where they nice before this? the bakers, i mean.” you sigh, “they were a family you wanted. the kindest. especially jack.”

“well, she promised me a cure to get us out of here.” he reassures you. “then i can meet mia.” you return the smile. but his falls.

why did he feel anger when hearing her name?

as the both of you explored the house more, killing mold creatures, he grew protective over you. he knew you could handle your own but if you got hurt, he blamed it on himself.

“ethan…it’s not your fault.” you huff out, sitting on the floor, catching your breath. “i should’ve seen it coming. i-” “enough!” you cut him off. you seethe in pain, “it’s not your fault.” you stand up. “let get out of here.”

his protectiveness turned into possessiveness. when lucas somehow took you, mia, and zoe. he only came for you.

“[name]! are you okay?” he ignores mia’s cries for him. he pulls out his knife, beginning to cut the rope from your wrists but you stop him. “ethan, your wife.” you move your bound wrists, throwing them her way, “help her.”

he shakes his head, continuing to cut you free. “what the fuck, ethan?!” mia cries.

once zoe was able to make a cure as she promised, he had used one on jack.

“i had to use one.” his hands shake. only one serum left. “i’m not even infected so i’m out of the—” you start but a sharp pain in your wrist cuts you off. both zoe and mia gasp. “ethan…what did you do?” you softly cry.

“you could’ve saved either one of them. zoe at least. she my best friend!” you seethe, pushing him backwards. “i did what i had to.” he catches your wrists, pulling you closer to him, “i told you we were going to get out of here together.”

he only wanted you two to survive.

it was too late to realize. he had already used it on you. “let’s go.” he pulls you by the wrist, pulling you to the boat.

you had survived. you were still shaken but you survived.

a light blanket was wrapped around you, giving you comfort. ethan sits next you, legs touching. “we did it.” he smiles. “yeah…we did.” you were distraught that you had left your closest friends to die.

“zoe…”

“survival of the fittest, [ name ]. it was bound to happen.”

#ethan winters x reader #ethan winters #resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #re x reader

[zvmz]

A few Ashlynn Ella HCs <3

Despite being a royalty, Ashlynn grew up having normal household chores such as sweeping and washing the dishes, she's usually working alongside the maids

she is immensely loved by the entire castle staff

cinderella hosts a banquet every year on Ashlynn's birthday

and every year ashlynn asks as much as the staff as possible to eat alongside the royals

didn't get her own phone until she moved to eah

still almost never uses it. probably takes 2-3 business days to reply to a text message

briar ends up spamming her all the time to get her to finally reply

since its part of Ashlynn's destiny for her mom to die first, her mom probably fell ill shortly after Ashlynn signed the storybook of legends

which shouldn't have happened, since Ashlynn only signed the fake book

the truth is that milton grimm poisoned her to cover up the truth

hunter taught her how to use a bow

and she actually got pretty good at it

gets way too excited for pumpkin spice season

has SO MANY candles in her room

also has a huge collection of cardigans

grows her own veggies and herbs to cook with

she and hunter have like a thousand cringey pet names for each other

but she mostly calls him "sweet cheeks", "handsome", or "Honey Bunny"

while he will mostly call her "pumpkin", "babe" or "sweetie"

if they are together for too long their pet names will get progressively more absurd

like why did she just call him Hottie McHotpants

why did he just call her pookie wookie dookie bookie moo-

since Ashlynn's mom can also speak to animals, and is also very much against slaughtering animals, they only keep livestock for milk, eggs, ect. (these are for others who live in the castle, ashlynn and her mom are vegan)

before going to spellementary school and meeting briar and apple, she considered her best friend to be a cow

this cow was born the same week as ashlynn, so they kind of grew up together

she still comes to talk to the cow every time she visits home, unfortunately cows only live 15-20 years, so she doesn't have much time left

she always gets talked to by teachers for having muddy shoes and dirt under her fingernails

even when ashlynn was a royal, cerise always felt strangely at ease around her

never gets any of briars meme references, but laughs anyway

ALWAYS helps clean up after parties

she owns a car and has a license, but never drives unless absolutely necessary because its bad for the environment

she will either walk, bike, or ride horseback/carriage depending on the distance she needs to go

has multiple terrariums she uses to nurse little creatures back to health, before releasing them back into the wild

uses very little makeup day-to-day, just blush and mascara

has a bunch of dried flowers hanging upside-down in her dorm

uses work and cleaning as coping mechanisms

is definitely too nice for her own good. like customers or basically anyone can be SO rude to her and she will never stand up for herself

is constantly telling herself "maybe they just had a bad day?"

it drives briar nuts

if someone got her order wrong at a restaurant briar would have to tell a server because ashlynn was just going to eat it anyway

she'd still leave a huge tip, even if she didn't get good service

#eah #ever after high #ashlynn ella #briar beauty #apple white #cerise hood #eah headcanons

[mrsnancywheeler]

The fact that now reader is in the war with finnick and he's probably freaking out because now she in danger but also imagine if she was still rlly mad at him and was giving him the silent treatment or avoiding him and barely communicating with him so now he feeling guilty because by trying to keep her out of danger once again (like how she got a target on her back for the game bc them dating) he's put her in more danger because not only is she in the war but she wont stay near him where he can protect her :(

I just love agnst so much!!

Anyways would love to hear your thoughts in this

-BNTA💕

we'll definitely explore more of this next chapter, but the river is from the perspective of finnick and his perception so I thought this would be a good opportunity to talk about reader.

like there is so much going on in her brain and she's finally been able to settle the thoughts long enough to just be with Finnick and enjoy the feeling. it calms her, steadies her, she has less episodes, but suddenly he's taking that closeness away and she's panicking. not only will that mean she once again has to learn how to deal with the issues in an internalized fashion, but she's terrified he'll die and she'll be stuck in district 13 without any knowledge of it and completely helpless when she does find out. she's scared that he'll be reckless because he's doing what's best for the revolution and so she has to figure out how to go too.

that is of course after her brain can grapple with the confusion of feeling like he hates her, that he's punishing her, isolating her from what she loves and knows. but regardless of her fears she loves him so blindly and so intensely that none of it matters when she wants to be there with him to stop him from dying. so she's doing everything in her power to prove she's sane enough to be on the squad, despite whatever finnick might've told coin.

and she'll take his anger, she'll distance herself as long as she can just know he's alive and not throwing himself into danger because she couldn't take it if he did.

I also just love angst sm pookie 💋

#wanda 💋 #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #the lakes #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #the river #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #BNTA

[only-angel-28]

mastermind, part seven

heyy omg ok so heres part seven, shes a bit short but im already writing part eight and i hope you enjoy this one pookies lmk what you think😋🙌

(btw sirius doesnt die in fifth year here, hes still alive guys dw)

mastermind, masterlist

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“Sirius!”, I laugh as he opens the door taking me in his arms.

“Y/n! How’ve you been? Are you alright darling?” He asks in concern, eyeing me up and down to check for any wounds I could’ve obtained from my Floo from Platform 9¾  to Grimmauld Place.

“Yes Sirius, I’m fine don’t worry. How are you, are you okay?”

“I’m just fine sweetheart,” He says, giving me a big smile, “Come on let's get you settled and have some dinner.”

Sirius has been as good as a father as I could have ever asked for. He’s my uncle of course, but since he’s been taking care of me since I was a newborn baby, relation titles hardly makes a difference. To him, I’ll always be his daughter, and to me, he’ll always be my father.

My mother decided to hand me over to the first person who would take me the second I was born and with no word of who my father was, Sirius, Remus and the Weasleys have been the only family I’ve had and I’d never ask for anything more.

“When are the others getting here?” I sit on the sofa, playing with my cat Archie while waiting for Sirius to finish cooking dinner.

“Well,” he responds from his place in the kitchen, “the Weasleys, Padfoot and Tonks will be here soon with Hermione, but Moody’s gone to get Harry from Privet Drive, needed to get some things.”

I leave Archie playing with a toy and walk to the kitchen.

“How was school? Get into any trouble?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me playfully as I take a seat on the counter.

I smile before responding, “Some, thanks for the map, by the way, really helped.”

“My pleasure darling. So, have you heard any word from Draco?”

I clear my throat and look down as I answer him, anxiety flooding me and chilling me to the bone as I think of my cousin.

He may be a foul, dirty-mouthed git with bleach-box crusty hair, but he’s my cousin at the end of the day and the only person from my family that I’m close to except for Sirius.

“Uhm, no…not yet.”

“What about that other boy? The one you came here with that one time in fourth year. What was his name…Thaddaeus?”

“Theodore. And no. I haven’t.” At the mention of his name, all my feelings of anxiety and worry vanish, being replaced by the cold feeling of betrayal and hatred.

Sirius holds my hand and gives it a squeeze with a reassuring smile, opening his mouth to say something comforting I’m sure until he’s interrupted by the front door opening.

“Yn!” Hermione laughs as I jump off the counter and give her a big hug, Ron joining in not long after.

“Molly, Arthur, how’ve you been?” Sirius meets them as I meet up with Remus and Tonks coming up behind them.

After Dumbledore’s death, the year at Hogwarts was finished early, leaving students and staff time to mourn his death, but since the threats and close calls from Voldemort, we’d all decided that the Order would move to Grimauld Place along with Harry to keep us all as safe as possible.

I haven’t received word from any of my family or seen any of them, except Sirius, since Draco left on the night of the Yule Ball.

God that night still haunts me.

I shut out any thoughts of that night and Theo and help Sirius serve dinner instead.

“But doesn’t the trace end at seventeen?” Harry speaks up from his place on the table, shaking me out of my daydream.

“It does but with these dark forces controlling the Ministry, we can’t take any chances Harry.” Remus replies, pouring drinks for everyone as I take a seat in between Fred and George.

“Alright Y/n?” They both say in unison.

“Perfect,” I say with a smile, “How’s the shop?”

“Bit slow at first, what with You-Know-Who coming back, but we’ve been picking up a lot. Got about fifty new orders just today!” Fred responds as George shows me a list of orders from his pocket.

“Still don’t understand why I can’t have any discounts.” Ron grumbles from across the table.

Fred and George lean into me, giving me a hug from each side as I laugh at Ron’s sour face, “Those discounts are only for our favoured ones.” George adds.

“Its discriminatory if you ask me.” Ron complains.

“Well, good thing we didn’t ask you, eh brother?” Fred remarks, laughing with me and George.

“Well regardless of anything, all we can be sure of is that Voldemort’s back and he won’t stop at any length to kill you Harry.” Sirius says from the end of the table, Voldemort’s name causing everyones sub-conversations to go quiet.

“Right well,” Mrs Weasley says, breaking the silence, “That’s enough of that, eat up everyone we’ve got a very busy day tomorrow.”

“Ah yes, when’s the wedding Molly?” Tonks says, her hair bubblegum pink.

“Eight pm.” Mrs Weasley says with a smile as we all start to joke around, getting more comfortable from the tense conversation previously.

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“Come on now, up to your rooms the lot of you.” Mrs Weasley shouts from the bottom of the stairs.

“Mum have you seen my toothbrush?!” Ron shouts from the top of the stairs as I walk past Mrs Weasley to the living room to get my reading book, her frustrated huff making me smile.

Picking up my book, I go to leave before I see the one below it.

The blue book.

Tears begin to flood my eyes as I see the letters stuffed into the pages.

Theo’s written to me a few times. Nothing much of material and nothing to which I’ve replied to. He’s written vaguely and as if were the same, as if we were back at school and everything was fine. With the world, with us. Most of the thingshe writes don’t make any sense or are quotes from books he’s recommended me in the past with random bolded words. Things like:

“you can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.” from One More Day.

“i could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.” from Pride and Prejudice.

“This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.” from The Blind Assasin.

“There is always something left to love.” from One Hundered Years of Solitude.

“Star child, are you listening? I died that day.” from The Star Child.

“But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.” from The Little Prince.

I sigh, putting the letter back in their place, turning the lights off downstairs now that everyones gone to bed, and start making my way to my room.

Click.

I freeze in my steps.

What the fuck?

I reach out for my wand, cluthcing it tightly as I walk slowly to the door. The doorknob feels cold as I turn it slowly and I can see my shaky breath in the vapour.

I open the door and see no one.

“Hi Y/n.”

Expelliarmus! I shout in my head, disarming whoever was beside me.

“What’d you do that for?!”

I open my tightly shut eyes and a sharp inhale of breath quickly follows.

“Draco!” I whisper as I hug my cousin tightly. He hesitates at first but hugs back after a moment, tighter than I had.

“Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in months.” I say, scanning him over. He looks paler and his eyes are duller.

We sit on the steps of the house and I hold onto his hand as he begins to talk.

“Everythings gone to shit Y/n. It’s all so so fucked up. They’re forcing me to do things I wouldn't have ever even imagined. And the others too. We’re all being forced to torture and…and kill innocent people.”

“Have you…”

“Killed someone? No, well almost. A few months ago and it haunts me. Every night.”

His voice wavers and breaks in between his sentences. Tears cloud his eyes and I reach for his head and kean it against my shoulder, letting him sob into me.

I cry with him as I stroke his hair until we finish and sit in comfortable silence.

“Hey, at least your hair’s not that crispy to the touch.” I joke quietly, receiving a laugh from Draco.

Theres a short pause before Draco lifts his head, wipes my tears and says, “Don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.”

“Malfoy’s a big softie now eh? Just wait till I tell everyone at Hogwarts.”

He snickers at my remark and after a pause says,

“He’s not all that well either you know.”

My face hardens at the mention of him. “I don’t care if he’s well or not.”

“Except that you do. He’s sent you letters I hear?”

“Not letters,” I grumble, looking down at the dark pavement, wet from the previous rain, “Short quotes. From those books he used to read to me. They’re usually one sentence and make no sense.”

“Well I suppose he can’t say anything too vague. What with all our letters and things being censored and approved by the Ministry before they’re allowed to be let out.”

“I don’t know. Censored or not, I hate him. And his stupid letters.”

“You might want to give him a chance Y/n,” Draco says standing up to leave, holding out his hand for me to take, “He’s not exactly alright.”

Draco’s words make my stomach turn in on itself, anxiety flooding my heart.

No. He’s a lying git.

“Here,” Draco says, passing me a letter from his pocket, “He made me sneak this to you. I may not get a chance to leave but I will help him. Read the letters he’s sent you again.”

With a final hug and kiss on the cheek, Draco disapparates, leaving me confused by his words.

I go back to my room, seeing Hermione sleeping peacefully on her bed and snuggle into mine.

“Lumos.” I whisper, my wand lighting up as I open the letter.

“Spinners’ end.”

It simply stated.

Read the letters he’s sent you again. I hear Draco’s voice in the back of my mind and conjure my blue book, taking the letters out again and placing them all by each other in order of their arrival.

I stare at them for a few minutes, reading and rereading them again and again before it sticks out to me like a splatter of paint on a white wall.

The bold.

All the letters have a word singled out in bold, I grabbed the quill on my bedside and scribbled down in the front page of the blue book, the only paper I had on hand, each bold word on the letters.

I stare at the mixed up words for a minute, searching my mind for sentence combinations until they make one.

i need to see you star.

And with that, all my defences come crumbling down.

✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

poor draco omg :((

anyways i love sirius literally the best ever

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Pretty demon

summary: what happens when a demon accidentally manages to mess up her paperwork,get summoned by her human, and ends up falling for the said human?

or

you manage to summon a pretty demon through a doodle during chemistry lecture but she's too noisy and all you want to do is sleep.

warnings: not proofread, mention of hell, demon!Irene, mention of torture, etc.

we've all heard stories of demons and how they wreck havoc and terrorise poor people but are these stories actually true?

Irene begs to differ. she wishes being a demon was as fun and easy as these "stories" made it out to be.

while puny humans are busy making rumors about demons Irene, an actual demon, has to sit in her office the whole day filling paperwork and showing the new souls around the pit of hell.

it's so irritating listening to newcomers cry and whine about not wanting to be tortured. well, good for them cause the only torture they'll be receiving is sweeping the floors till they get a promotion to do some higher level of work.

he'll, just like earth, has a hierarchy when it comes to jobs. the newcomers are assigned jobs like cleaning and sweeping.

once promoted the newcomer then becomes a guide demon. now their job is to help newcomers settle in and make sure the cleaners are doing their work properly.

next comes the worker demons, they are the ones who do minor paperwork regarding the life cycle of their assigned humans and make sure the human doesn't die before their time.

on the top of this hierarchy, are the... well... demons. yeah, their unit doesn't really have any cool name. they are just there to do paperwork and loads of paperwork to make sure the earth and hell are in balance and their human is well.

fortunately, they don't have to visit the earth to check on their human. unfortunately, a little hitch in the paperwork and they could end up being stuck with their human.

the latter wasn't actually a thing until one fateful day a sleep deprived demon, running on caffeine, managed to mess up and ended up getting summoned by their human.

three guesses who the demon was? it was our dear Irene of course! little pookie managed to get summoned by a girl who was just aimlessly drawing weird stars during her chemistry lecture.

Irene couldn't help but scowl at the girl who was slouching in her seat while peacefully doodling. she wanted to kill the human right then and there but an accidental death of her human would just result in more paperwork for her.

so begrudgingly, Irene waited for the lecture to end to finally approach the human, partly because she didn't want to disturb and partly because she found the doodles interesting and wanted to see more.

it seemed like the universe wasn't on Irene's side today because as soon as the lecture ended, her human just got up and left, not even noticing the demon hovering over her.

usually you would never catch Irene doubting herself but when her human didn't even glance her way she couldn't help but whine and throw a tantrum.

she sneakily followed her human back to her home with a sad pout and a few occasional whines as her human was yet to notice her presence.

it wasn't until Irene shouted out of frustration the her human finally took in her presence. Irene expected the human to be scared or maybe overreact but to her utter shock, her human reacted the opposite way.

"can you shut up please? look, you're pretty and all but I'm really tired and could really use some sleep right now. give me three hours and then you can whine and shout all you want. keep yourself entertained till then, okay?"

Irene could just nod to her human's words as she obediently sat down on the couch, arms folded on her lap, and watched her human enter a room and shut the door behind her.

Irene huffed, realizing how she had to somehow spend three hours without her human. she laid down on the couch and made herself comfortable.

she couldn't help but think back to the one sided conversation that just took place. her thoughts were all about how her human had called her pretty and that made her face turn into a tomato.

she squealed into a pillow, kicked her feet and curled her toes at the thought of her human calling her a pretty demon. it was so unlike her to act like this but she couldn't help it.

Irene wasn't sure why her heart was beating so fast or why her face was hot, or why her insides felt like they were on fire. but she did know that this new feeling wasn't enjoyable in the least.

#red velvet #irene x reader #demon x reader #demon!irene #red velvet irene #kpop #kpop girls

[lexyscross]

Kirsch family headcanons! 💕

Since Radio Silence wanna play tricky, let’s just say that their first names are all the same, and their family name is Kirsch. I’m also assuming their personalities were all genuine and not just acts they put on. (Though I’m not entirely sold on Ethan; I think his Shy Awkward Bean personality could’ve been an act.)

I’m going to leave assumptions about the mom out of this. Did she die earlier? Did they kill her? Were they divorced? WHATEVER YOU WANT! I’m not dealing with that mess! But she is mentioned here, to an extent.

Okay? Let’s go!

This. (I can also see Quinn being 1-2 years older than Ethan, but since it’s my original hc, I’m going with them being twins for this.)

Richie’s, Quinn’s, and Ethan’s nicknames from their parents as babies/little kids were “Buddy,” “Pretty Girl,” and “Pookie Bear,” respectively. (And they still fit the vibes when they grew up. 🥺)

The twins learned how to ride bikes at 5 or 6 years old. Quinn, with all of her boldness and confidence, took to it easily, but Ethan (having seen Quinn fall a couple of times, but get right back up) was scared. Quinn teased him for it, telling him to stop being a baby. Richie encouraged him, telling him that he wouldn’t let him fall and holding on at first until Ethan felt safe enough for Richie to let go.

They are absolutely one of those families that wear matching Christmas pajamas.

Wayne often worked late (obviously, he’s a detective), and their mother had... some career that required her to work late every now and then, so Richie sometimes had to babysit Quinn and Ethan. Whenever this happened, they would have a Stab marathon (even though their parents told him not to show the kids those movies). Quinn liked them almost immediately; for Ethan, it took 2 or 3 marathons for him to warm up to them.

Richie and Ethan are both autistic, but only Richie was diagnosed because with him it was more “apparent,” with his hyperfixations and all. Everyone just thought Ethan was shy and sensitive. This contributed to Wayne’s spoiling of Richie’s Stab obsession; he wanted to be supportive of his son’s interest (even though his wife told him it was unhealthy to indulge such a morbid fascination), but he took it too far. 🥺

Quinn has ADHD. She wasn’t diagnosed until she was 17.

Being that he’s 7 years older than them, Quinn and Ethan sort of hero worshipped Richie.

Richie loved his baby siblings, and he’d stab a bitch for them, but he was also constantly annoyed by them and how much they wanted to be around him. And they were often trying to get into his YouTube videos, trying to jump in view of the camera (especially Quinn), which drove him nuts. (”MOM! DAD! MAKE THEM GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”)

The kids sometimes helped Richie with his fan-films. But Richie was very... fastidious when it came to his art, so he wouldn’t really let them do much; it was more like letting them hand him props and stuff like that. But once they got older, he allowed them to actually be in the movies... as victims, of course.

Ethan liked looking over Richie’s shoulder (to Richie’s annoyance) while he’d draw. It started out as a baby brother shadowing his big brother, but eventually he started liking the violence and the gore of it.

They’re all so protective of each other, but Richie and Quinn also low-key bully Ethan; he’s the shy one, and the baby of the family, so of course they do. (🖤)

Once, when Richie was 13 and Ethan was 6, Richie play-smacked Ethan on the head just a bit too hard; Ethan starts WAILING, full screaming sobs, and Richie panics, not wanting to get in trouble. He starts trying to shush Ethan and rubs his head, “Shh, shh, stop crying. You’re okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, stop crying!!” He lost his Stab privileges for a week.

Cute childhood pictures of little Richie holding his baby siblings. 🥺 Like if you feel like chewing on glass. 🙂

When they were 7, some kid pushed Ethan on the playground at school and was picking on him, so Quinn jumped on this kid and started decking him. A teacher pulled her off of him, called the parents, and Wayne had to come to the school. Quinn told him what happened, and said, “Daddy, you say we have to look out for each other.” He acted upset with her in front of the principal and fake lectured her, but once they got to the car, he told her, “That’s my girl!” No one fucks with their family.

When Quinn and Ethan were born, Quinn (being the elder twin) screamed until Ethan was finally out and their mother held them together. She has always been a protective sister!

All of them were upset when Richie told them he was moving to California (they’re from the Midwest, so that’s way across the country), but Quinn especially, who yelled at him and then stomped up to her room, slamming the door shut. Ethan just sat on the couch, pouting with his arms crossed, saying nothing. (Richie, of course, knew why he was going, but he couldn’t give them an answer other than that he wanted to, which is probably what hurt the most. It felt like he was just abandoning the family; that he had his own life now and was ready to move on from them.)

Once Richie moved to California, he FaceTimed/Skyped/whatever with them all of the time. Like, almost every day. They certainly texted daily. A lot of memes and stuff like that, especially between Quinn and Richie.

I don’t even- ...I don’t even know how to describe what it was like when they got the news that Richie was murdered and was involved in a killing spree in California. It was...  it was sad is all I know. I imagine they were all home together when they got the news. They were definitely breaking down, mixed with denial. Wayne fell to the floor and sobbed once it hit him; his first baby was gone. Quinn practically had a panic attack right then; in fact, she probably did. And Ethan simply shut down; he just stood there against the wall for about 10 minutes, wordless, showing no reaction, staring at nothing, likely in a state of shock.

Ethan had a bit of a Roman Roy moment at Richie’s funeral. If you know, you know.

Wayne was so deep in his grief that the kids (more so Quinn, the Eldest Daughter™/now Eldest Child™) had to start taking care of him, making sure that he ate and got some sleep.

Quinn and Ethan saw the pictures that Wayne saw of Richie. I have varying theories about this that I enjoy, but all I know is that they saw those pictures. Did Wayne show them the pictures to motivate them? I like to think he tried to keep them from seeing them, but the man was so far gone in his devastation that who’s to say?

Wayne was so sleep-deprived that, when Ethan came to visit him in his office (home office, not at work) before bed one night, standing in the doorway, Wayne accidently called him Richie before realizing and correcting his mistake. He apologized, and Ethan just said it was okay. He wanted to be upset, but he knew it was a simple sleep-deprived mistake; he also knew that it had to be hard for his father to look at him and not see his first son.

On Richie’s first birthday after his death (which would also end up being the only one they’d be alive for), they “celebrated” with a small chocolate cake (his favorite) and blew out the candles together. 🥺

That’s all for now! This took me, like, 3 months to finish. 😩

#GUYS IT'S FINALLY DONE! I'M SO EXCITED!!! 🙌🏽 #I started writing this on MARCH 15TH! I just wanted it to be great! 🥺 #This is for all my Kirschys out there! Hope y'all love it fam! 😘 #kirsch family #bailey family #wayne bailey #richie kirsch #quinn bailey #ethan landry #ghostface family #kirsch headcanons #scream 2022 #scream 5 #scream vi #scream 6 #scream series #headcanons #scream headcanons #text post #Pushing my ND BAILKIRSCH SIBLINGS PROPAGANDA bc those kids are *not* neurotypical! 💅🏽 #Especially Richie; that's obvious after S6! But Quinn and Ethan? Idk... there's just something about them. 😊

[unusualfanbase]

Hi pookies 😊 I'm back i got my first follower so in celebration I will show the rest of what I have for chapter 1. Enjoy 🥰

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: Talks about incapable of having kids, violence,blood, foul language!

Summary: y/n meeting the hargreeves for the second time in her life. Your mother gave you away to a friend instead of Reginald Hargreeves. Your adoptive mother forced you to the funeral. Thats when you met him...

You were born on October 1st, 1989. 43 women gave birth to children around the world the only thing odd about this was the women weren't pregnant when the day had started. You are like the other children, you were born with powers. Except for the fact you have to powers. Venom is an inky black entity a result from your powers he can take over your body at any time (he likes to scare you time from time). Your second ability is mind reading pretty basic for the fact you can go deep into memories and remember them as if you had just teleported there but you didn't do it often ever since an incident where you heard disgusting things it was horrible.

When born a man named Reginald Hargreeves tried to buy you from your mother. She had never trusted him so she gave you to friend that was incapable of having kids. She was an amazing mother you loved her like she loved you. Though she was still an acquaintance of Reginald Hargreeves just in case. You had met the other children once when you were 13 years old.

It was when you were a single adult coming back from a photo shoot (ptssssss your a model) you were walking down a street when you had saw it. A news report of a essentric billionaire that had died it had shown a picture of the man that had tried to buy you as a kid. You felt slightly bad for the children not knowing how they would react. You got a call from your mother. Venom popped up confused and wanting to hear the drama. "Hey honey" an elderly woman peeped. "Hey mom whats up?" You asked not knowing what she might say next knowing she was unpredictable. " you heard the news right? Reginald Hargreeves has passed away so I want you to go to the funeral for me since I don't have time" you slightly gasped at her sentence . She was retired and you knew her hidden motive. " also maybe you can find someone I could care less if it is a boy or a girl or other just find someone before you die alone" you sighed. "Mom your single." She scoffed "okay and? I've had five husband's and ive got money i had my love life now ill send you the address the funeral is tomorrow have fun!" You tried to protest but she hung up before you could. "*sigh*" venom was cackling. "What are you laughing at?" Venom stopped "th-he old lady told you! HAHAHHA- you are going to die alone 🤣 ". The next day you took off you disided to wear a black t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. You did tiny bit of makeup then you walked out and got into your car. Venom that was coming out if your shoulder wanted to cause havoc knowing you didn't have your morning coffee. He rambled the wholleee way. " thats what I would have done if I was harry potter. Any way we are here get out and hurry up so the old lady can calm down about you being single!!" You wanted to slap him so bad but he was right. You got out and he continued. You walked inside the luxury home in awe. You saw the hargreeves in the common room not wanting them to hear venom talking about how stupid single you are you yelled. " VENOM shut up already for goodness sake!!" You looked at the shocked siblings "been awhile nice to see yall" you said calmly after words Luther the biggest guy was quivering and pointing to venom. " Uh-hm you've got something on your shoulder.." you nodded venom interrupted you before you could speak

"And that something is powerful enough to rip you to shreds so NEVER say that again!" You laugh a little at venom taking offense to a simple sentence " thats venom he is a result of one of my abilities."you stated matter-of-factly. Vanya the smallest one looked at you in confusion " one of your abilities?" You nod and take a seat next to Klaus the druggie and you could smell the alcohol from him. " My second ability is mind reading pretty simple." You look at the siblings and shrug of their stares. " ima get a cup of coffee so yall can continue." You headed down stairs rumiging trying to find coffee. " ugh what luxurious house doesn't have coffee?!" You can hear venom little girl giggles until they got cut of by a loud rumbling sound from outside you sprinted outside to meet your eyes with a huge blue portex from what you could tell.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!!" You tried to yell over the rumbling Luther answered quickly "LOOKS LIKE A SPACE ANOMLY!!" Diego gave you a second option " OR A REALLY SMALL BLACK HOLE!" Klaus threw a fire extinguisher in it " WHAT THE HELL WOULD THAT DO?!" you yelled at Klaus he shrugged.Luther yelled " GET BEHIND ME" Then Diego did. " YEAH GET BEHIND US". You could make out a 13 year old boys face going through the anomaly. TUMP!!

The boy dusted him self off. Klaus looked around then looked back at the boy. "Am I the only one seeing little ol five?" He asked confused. Then the little boy looked at you in a daze. "Who are you??"

Hope you enjoyed it be on the look out for chapter 2! Be safe drink water and have a good day 🥰❤❤❤

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Jack's Driving School

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: no harm came to anyone while trying to teach First Lady how to drive lol they're around 20 in this

Synopsis: First Lady is moving back to Atlanta with her husband and best friend soon and Jack's goal is to teach her how to drive so she can get her license before the big move

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by: my gorgeous baby @hoodharlow 😘💕

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"Umm Pookie? My feet can't reach the pedals." You said as your feet were dangling in the driver's seat of Jack's Pontiac.

"Baby, you have to adjust the seat on the side. Remember I showed you how to do it yesterday?"

"Oh, okay." You responded as you reached for the button to move you closer to the steering wheel.

You turned the car on, but Jack immediately turned it off leaving you confused.

"What did I do wrong?" 

"Seatbelt, mamas. If this was the test for real you would have already failed." 

"But you turn the car on before putting it on!" You answered while looking over at him.

"And I already have a license so I can do what I want. You on the other hand cannot." He quickly replied and you immediately rolled your eyes.

"I don't like the attitude I'm getting from you."

"I'm only trying to help you to make sure you pass the first time. We only have about a month left until we leave for Atlanta. And didn't you say your goal was to have your license before we leave?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's try again. Seatbelt first."

After you snapped the seatbelt in place, you turned the car on.

"Make sure your foot is on the brake and then put it in drive babe."

Thank goodness Jack's car was an automatic because there was no way in the world you would be able to drive stick.

"Okay, let's go. And please tell me you have your permit with you this time."

"OKAY, THAT WAS ONE TIME."

"AND THAT ONE TIME WE COULD HAVE GOTTEN PULLED OVER."

"BUT DID YOU DIE!?"

"I'm about to drop you off with Urban so he can do this."

"He's high like 90% of the time so how would that even work?"

"Good point. So I guess I'm stuck with you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Keep in mind you married me."

"I thought it was a good idea at the time."

"JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW!" You exclaimed while smacking his arm and he immediately laughed. 

"I'm only playing, baby. Come here and let me kiss you."

"No. Suddenly I'm allergic to you."

Jack then reached over to place a kiss on your cheek and you swatted his hand away so he took the opportunity to turn your face towards him and place several kisses on your lips.

"I love you." Jack said but you crossed your arms.

"And I tolerate you." 

"BABY!"

"Okay, where to first?"

—-

"BABY! THAT WAS A STOP SIGN!"

"Oh oops."

"No. I don't want to hear that. You would have definitely failed. AND COULD HAVE HIT SOMEONE."

"I CAN’T SEE OVER THE STEERING WHEEL!"

"DO I NEED TO GO AND BUY YOU A BOOSTER SEAT!?! I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU COULD SEE!?"

"I don't know. Maybe!"

You were coming to a red light and pressed on the brake a little too hard sending Jack's forehead flying forward into the dashboard.

"GOT DAMN IT!" Jack exclaimed before looking over at you and giving you the evil eye.

"I'm sorry, smush. I'll suck your dick later to make up for it."

"You need to do a lot more than that because you know this shit is about to bruise."

"Come here, lean over and let me kiss it."

"NO! You've done enough for today." Jack muttered while massaging the spot that was hit on his forehead.

"Pookie, stop being dramatic."

"How can I not be when your test is tomorrow? How did you even pass driving school!?"

"Dani knows a guy who signed off on it for me."

"Oh, of course she does." Jack responded while rolling his eyes.

"I mean the only reason why I'm doing this is to hang out with little baby when you're busy in the studio."

"EXCUSE ME?"

"What? What did I say?"

"You know what you said so don't start."

"Can we take a food break? I'm hungry."

"A break? Baby, we have only been out here for fifteen minutes." Jack peered over at you and you simply shrugged.

"It's too bright outside for me to put you in my mouth so McDonald's is the next best thing."

"Look, go through the drive thru and let's make this quick."

"Are we going on the highway?" You curiously asked and Jack's eyes went wide.

"Baby, you can barely handle being on the street."

"I promise that I can do it!"

"Ehh, let's practice parallel parking first before we do that." 

"You have ZERO confidence in me."

"Umm, I wouldn't use those exact words, I just feel at this point in time you won't pass and we'll have to do this all over again."

"Wow, way to shoot your wife down." You responded while rolling your eyes.

"We took our vows before God when we got married and I am not about to lie to you."

"Well come tomorrow, I'm about to prove you wrong."

"Even if you don't, you're still keeping your promise to give me head since you tried to end my life earlier right?"

"Keep getting smart with me and I'll bite it off." 

It was now Friday morning and time for your test so Jack was giving you a pep talk or at least attempting to. But you were barely paying him any attention. 

"You know you got this baby. Remember everything that I taught you."

"Hmm, I'm more concerned about my outfit for my license picture. Pick between these two." You said while turning towards Jack and holding up two different shirts. 

"I- …."

"Pick one Jackman before you make me late!"

"Baby, all you're concerned about is your picture when I'm concerned about you actually passing."

"If worst comes to worst, you'll continue driving me around." You replied while shrugging while Jack shook his head. 

"Now pick one big head!"

"I'll show you a big head alright and go with the white one."

"I'm ignoring you and how should I do my hair?"

"This is not a photoshoot for a magazine! Baby, come on." Jack exclaimed while looking at the time.

"High ponytail it is and do you think that if I ask if Urban can take my license picture that they'll let him? He knows all my angles."

"And my favorite angle is you on all fours or you on your knees, but no. Baby, this is the DMV not Vogue."

"I…. Jackman behave. Speak for yourself! But, it was worth a try. Maybe if I don't like it he can hack into the system to change it." 

"Baby…. Just get dressed so we can leave."

“You are so impatient this morning.” You muttered before sliding on your shirt and taking your hair down out of the bonnet to put it in a curly ponytail.

“My baby looks so pretty and you best believe that if we didn’t have anywhere to be right now that I would be rearranging your guts.”

“We can do that later, you are not about to mess up my make-up with your shenanigans.”

“My shenanigans had you screaming last night and will be doing the same exact thing later.”

“That was you screaming, not me. Did you hit your head?”

“No, but I’m definitely hitting them backshots for you getting smart with your husband, now get your ass in the car.”

You simply smirked at Jack before sliding past him and making sure that you took your sweet time so that your ass grazed his dick and he immediately groaned.

“Now why would you do that because you know I don’t have any problem bending you over right now.”

“We have somewhere to be smush, remember?”

“I’m going to tear that ass up later.”

“Can’t wait.”

Jack had his mouth hanging wide open when you went in line to get your license picture.

You had passed and he didn’t even know how you were able to do it and he thought that Dani probably knew someone that she told to let you pass.

“Don’t look so surprised, smush. I told you that I would pass.” You said while leaning over to kiss his cheek now that the two of you were back in his car. 

“I’m not… I just….”

“Admit it, you thought that I was going to fail, but I guarantee that I’m going to be a better driver than you are.”

“I… highly doubt that, but whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.”

“Now I need to get my Range Rover.”

“I thought that you wanted a G Wagon?” 

“Why not both?” You curiously asked while smiling at him.

“I’ll add it to my list of many things that I need to buy for my wife once I hit my first million.”

You simply shook your head no.

“Absolutely not, that can wait. I just… can’t wait for you to finally get the recognition that you deserve. I might be biased, but I know that my husband is the shit and that there are big things in store for him. I’m just happy to be along for the ride and the fact that I get to see it happen in real time.”

“Now you know good and damn well that when it does happen, you are going to get taken care of first. Whatever you want. You have been the person to constantly push me in order to make this happen and I will get you anything that you ask me for, big or small. I made a promise to not only you, but your parents that I was going to take care of you.”

“I knew that I made the right decision to marry you, even if you get on my nerves sometimes.”

“I… love you too because I know that’s what you meant.” Jack answered before leaning over to kiss you and you eagerly kissed him back before your hand began to move south to slip into his boxers to lightly stroke him.

“Babe…”

“I promised you head for you hitting your head on the dashboard, didn't I? Now start driving while I fulfill my promise and make sure we don’t crash, because that would be a hell of an explanation we have to give to the police.”

“I’m not even scared of the police, it’s my parents.”

“Hmm, good point. Now drive.”

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[etfrin]

Hey pookie, long time no see but exams have been kicking my ass 😭😭. But it’s almost spring break so fuck it we ball 💪🏻

Anyways, I just got caught up on all your new fics and girl you have done it again, constantly raising the bar and doing it flawlessly. I’m so glad that you’re writing for Spencer, love me my socially awkward men. And with souls to crush, Is it bad that I was kind of sad that MC didn’t really care for Sejanus ??😭😭. Like I know she was just trying to get close to Coryo but I figured she cared for him even a little, idk maybe it’s my love for Sejanus talking. The recent chapters have been so good omg

But how have you been??

-🌺Anon

HEYYY SWEETHEART! i missed you!

i hope your exams are going well, i only have two left before my break soon. I just want them to end already 😭 i hope you're doing well in all of your exams!

thank you! i recently started writing for Spencer but I haven't been able to focus in him due to school :(( which makes me sad, he deserves more attention! he's awesome, i love him, heck i have a prompt board that I created to write fics about him! I recently started season four of CM!

As for Souls To Crush, it's safe to say she was friends with Sejanus just because of his status, and then even further bonded with him when she realized that Coryo was her soulmate. Honestly, reader wanted Coryo to be hers' out of pure stubbornness (because Coryo didn't want her). But she still cares deeply for him, she liked Sejanus too, she grieves for him just a little bit in her heart but dismisses thinking it's because she let go of a pawn. She's very similar to Coryo.

Unlike Coryo who wasn't as close with Sejanus in this au, reader was, and since this was Coriolanus pov I can't show her going through that, because she wants Coriolanus to completely rely on her which won't be possible if she makes him feel guilty for his actions (does that make sense?)

In the end, more than Sejanus, all that matters to her is Coryo. What happened had to be done, she knew exactly what she was doing when she confirmed Dr. Gauls' suspicion. In this au, she's the reason Sejanus is dead, and it's because of her own selfish reasons of getting Coryo back in the capitol.

In this she's a parallel of Coryo that's in tbosas, i hope I was able to convey that. Coriolanus and reader are extremely similar yet reader is much more cruel and smarter yet the most caring for people she loves(Coryo). Hence why she also said Lucy Gray has to die :// to her there was no way around it

And uhh i am suffering through cramps rn, besides that I am fine!

This kinda went long and I hope I made sense because I simply went into ranting mode sorry 😭

I hope you're doing well, pookie, ly ❤️

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[nothisis-ridiculous]

Take Me Home Now: Chapter Three

Chapter Three: I Hear Her Voice in the Mornin' Hour

Set after the events of ME3.

A rewrite. Ao3.

FemShepxKaidan

Shepard," the cold voice greeted her, the mechanic gravel unneeding of the visive tone, "or is it the fragment of your former self?"

Jane's head craned slowly, letting her eyes rake over the colossal figure of the derelict Reaper that sat before her. Should she be trembling? Why was she trembling?

"Brave words, for a dead roach," she murmured, wavering in her conviction.

"Your victory accomplished our end goal; your struggle was in vain."

Jane looked away from the synthetic, training her vision on the open sky above her. Lifting a hand above her face to shield it from the afternoon sun. The Citadel was a stark presence in the sky. It was a thing of awe. Now it was a wreck. While four of the arms remained, it wasn't without severe damage to the remaining limbs. The bright center of civilization flickered, struggling to sustain itself after the attacks that likely left millions dead. With the detonation she caused.

"Was the price to defeat your salvation truly worth it? You may think your species achieved enlightenment, but will it last to see those vain promises through?" The Reaper grew louder, a hint of yellow reflecting across the glass-like surface of the optic lenses, "In your hubris, you have destroyed everything that kept your species together! Witness the Citadel! How many died for nothing? How many more will die from starvation? Disease? Eachother? Will you watch your peace crumble?"

Trying to block out the voice, she focused on the rations half-eaten in front of her. Another task she no longer took pleasure from, another waste. Feeling this heaviness was quickly becoming unbearable; she was a beacon for passion and fire. A goddamned, fucking hero. One with a will that ignited others, not a tired soldier that snuck away to avoid eating a full meal. Not someone questioning why they remained. The goddamned bit was right, at least, there was no luck here. Just beating after beating.

She was so alone.

Where were her friends? How long would she have to wait? After all they had been through, wouldn't they at least attempt to find her? She wasn't far from where she had made them leave her behind. Already, she had been back to the beacon several times over the fortnight since the LT had conscripted her into this ragtag community.

She needed the Normandy crew. Her mind whispered horrible things. Taunted and dogged her in each agonizing moment of calm. All she held was death, screaming, the weight of all the choices she made. Her soft place was nowhere to be found.

"This legacy you attempted will end in the spoiling of your name. Villanhood only matched by the word 'Reaper,'" The machine was rarely silent long, it was content to keep speaking filling the silence that Jane left, "a Shepard only heralding death and destruction, because your weakness was what you thought strength. Overconfidence always leads to downfall."

In a simmer of sudden rage, Jane gathered energy into herself, merging the familiar burn and tingle of dark matter and letting it stir just beneath the surface of her skin, pleasure, fury, and a twinge of pain. Just the way it should be. It released in a single burst.

"Pathetic."

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

The Recruit caught herself before she toppled ass over tea kettle, fists grinding into the ground before her to stabilize. Her signature move from cocky grin to a deadened expression had yet to sit right with him, but as he was learning about his woman, forcing an issue wasn't going to move it aside any quicker. Reflexively adverting his gaze to allow her pride the room to readjust and soothe her attitude. Most in his company did not understand his patience with the newest recruit, but they couldn't empathize with the bittersweet familiarity it welled up inside his heart.

With any luck, he could one day reiterate to his son how proud he was of him.

"LT," the woman chirped, a hint of a smile crawling up the side of her mouth.

"Recruit," the old man was looser with his smile. With an admonishing raise of an eyebrow, he drew a finger across her philtrum, "I see you've met our lawn gnome. Still haven't named him yet."

Jane's eyes rolled and a smile she could not fight spread across her features, "Harbinger," but the utterance came out with surprising severity.

"I'd have gone with Harold, Pookie even," he mumbled, dragging a handkerchief across the underside of her nose.

Just as quickly the moment was gone, she pulled away from him. A token of gratitude left in the form of a gentle smile, "did you come out here to bother me, or did you need something?"

This was the prickly personality he didn't care for as fondly. Requiring a brief moment to placate a moment of hasty rebuke, his gaze moved to the half-empty can and the lid that lay a few meters downwind—twice ignoring the blood that peppered the ground beneath her seat. Perhaps he didn't have the patience to baby another mouthy soldier, and she seemed content to throw herself away. But in the same vein, he had regretted doing that years ago with his own child. Sure, this woman was a stranger, but she belonged to someone that worried about her. His innate integrity could hold him out a bit longer.

"You know, we don't have enough supplies to be wasting it," Roy found something to vent the heat building inside.

Jane's bright blue eyes that reflected the setting sun snapped to the can, a wince revealing the words did strike something, "you eat it then. I've been watching you pawn off your rations."

He accepted the can, plopping a hearty portion into his mouth, "still tastes like shit."

"I could really go for some steak fries and chutney," Jane mused gently.

"I'm thinking I could make that happen."

The woman's full attention turned to him, the fine fuzz of her returning eyebrows raised at him.

"Give or take a few weeks."

"I'm assuming you have a plan?"

"Yeah," the man paused, testing out the recruit, the hold on her patience proving to outlast him for the first time, "I'm hoping to test out your skills. And you need to start earning your keep."

"Ready and willing, sir!" She snapped to attention, a foreign energy oozing from her at this moment. Not that he doubted her willingness to come along, he was just surprised to see her motivated to do something.

"Hold your horses, Recruit. You may not be so excited when you find out what we are doing," not that he had much doubt about her grit, "it should be a standard supply run. With a large Krogan exception."

"Krogan, sir?"

He nodded, "before this mess all started, I had a small orchard; I knew a guy from London that shared the hobby. He was more into plants in general, but anyway, I couldn't recall his exact address but knew about the general area his warehouse was located. It should be a rapidly growing, resistant crop. The problem is the Krogan found it first."

"Are we trying diplomacy or just rushing in?"

"I want to try the former, the ladder only if things go south. Some big wig Clan Urgnut-"

"Urdnot."

Roy cleared his throat, that did sound right, "Urdnot was holed up there. Smart move on their part. But they don't have a protected area with access to sufficient sunlight to grow anything, and more importantly...hopefully, they aren't likely to know how to grow the crop."

"You're hoping to grow it within the atrium?" it seemed the recruit was astute enough to guess at the plan without it needing to be spelled out, "trading access for food and maybe protection?"

"If we are lucky."

He had already began to act hopefully, ordering the healthy refugees under guard to start collecting and tagging soil for growing crops. They had some luck, even if it meant desecrating the dead's gardens. The corporate offices he felt less guilty about robbing them of soil.

Finding power had been an easier ordeal; military generators were easily plugged into the grid to power the essentials like heat and some lighting. Water filters were easily found, and London's preference toward rain lent them an easy water source. They weren't foolish enough to rely on a regular storm pattern and already had begun to build a reserve of water. Communication was an entirely separate issue- they needed to find an engineer and fast. Or rely on another splinter group to fulfill that gap. On the subject of protection, he didn't want to let on how direly he needed the talks to go peacefully. Once word got around that they could produce food, the untold number of refugees and nefarious forces pounding on their doors would create unfathomable problems.

But all this conjecture was counting chickens before the eggs hatched.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Jane kept her assignment besides the Lieutenant with minimal complaint. They couldn't know that keeping watching along occupied territory was old news to her. While she was used to point, settling into the left flank was quickly done.

It was nice not being the center of attention, without the burden of anyone looking to her for guidance. Without the worry of making a wrong call, she could let down some of the instinctual guard associated with the position of leader. Luckily a hard call wasn't required for this part of the journey, the few-kilometer trip went by without incident.

"LT," she pressed once the first evidence of a perimeter came into view, "have you ever met a Krogan before?"

The male on her right smirked, rolling his eyes. Roy stopped, pulling a deep breath. Some of his stoic calm wearing at the edges. Jane knew this wasn't because of her, she had yet to do anything that would constitute annoying the man. He was nervous.

"No, but how different can they be?"

The man chuckled, "I heard they're almost mindless brutes."

Jane threw him a sharp glare, "they're the rough and tumble type, but not mindless. I'd suggest reminding him of home."

She could guarantee cooperation if Shepard wanted to come out. Shepard liked to remain locked away anymore.

While the man to her right heavily rolled his eyes, Roy seemed to take it under consideration. His gaze flickered back to the path before them, hesitation now more detectable in his manner.

"Maybe you-"

Roy's voice stopped with the interruptions of Jane's pistols suddenly unfurling to full length.

"Don't stop," a gruff Krogan voice called, "I'm looking for a fight."

A second voice was a little more reasonable, "what is your business? This is Krogan territory."

"Human territory," the man retorted with surprising gusto, "you overfeed iguana."

For his bravery, the man collided with the road the third but silent Krogan finding the insult not to his liking. The first Krogan spurred on by his comrade shoved Roy aside, the older man spun without resistance to the ground, "humans are so soft."

Jane was purely lucky that the more tolerable Krogan was nearest to her. It didn't make her less angry. Yes, pushing over the douche of a specimen was permitted but bringing the old man into it? She expected better of Clan Urdnot. Pissed off, the female stormed for the offending Krogan.

Now, she wasn't foolish enough to go in guns blazing, but she knew a better way to deal with the offending reptile. According to Zaeed the spot she had to hit corresponded with a weak spot on the species' frontal plate. If she had a knife and the gall to do so, she could rip that piece off and cause the Krogan to panic. But on the less violent and more in line with the peacekeeping mission she had a superior move: simple, elegant, and a returning item on her personal bucket list.

Headbutting another Krogan.

In retaliation, he glowed blue.

It never came to fruition as the reasonable member stepped between them, "you have offended her krant. Let it go." But his smirk didn't go unnoticed, "what do you want?"

"We're here to speak with Wrex."

The Krogan chuckled, "you have an impressive quad. But I don't think the clan leader is interested in what you have to say."

"You really want to test that? Would we really be here if wasn't important," Shepard's fire returned, "what other reason would we have to seek out the Krogan?  Certainly not for the fight." She motioned toward the two with her.

The Krogan gave an exasperated sigh, "fine, but only one of you. The other two wait."

Jane pivoted and proffered an open hand to the LT, "this is your ball game, sir. Do us proud."

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