#i’m guessing it’ll be funny at first and then we find out they did get drugged and everything funny is now low-key fucked up

[virisdescently]

WORTH THE WAIT

— ⟡ draco malfoy x f!reader

✎ summary: the slytherin gang decides to play truth or dare.

• notes: set in 6th year, mentions of alcohol, mentions of prison, gets a little heated but not much

The Slytherin common room was peaceful as the six 6th years sat in silence, each in their own little world. Pansy and Daphne were sprawled across the floor, magazines in hand as they skimmed through the pages mindlessly. Theodore sat in the arm chair studying for the upcoming History of Magic exam while Blaise laid on the couch across from him, resting his eyes. On the other couch, Draco sat deep in thought with (Y/n) next to him reading a book. The six of them were used to relaxing and unwinding nights like this, having been friends since childhood.

“I’m bored” Pansy nonchalantly announced. The others turned their heads to her.

“Pans, you’re always bored unless you’ve got gin in your system” Daphne teases. Pansy slightly chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Very funny, Daph” said the raven-haired girl, sighing. Pansy clicked her tongue, thinking of activities to cure her boredom. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Pansy announced, sitting up, “let’s play truth or dare!”

“We aren’t 13 anymore, Pansy” Draco said, rolling his eyes. He’d been in quite the pissy mood lately. Nobody knew exactly why, but everyone figured it had something to do with his father’s imprisonment.

“You don’t have to be 13 to have fun with your friends, Draco” Pansy said, huffing at the blonde boy.

“I for one think it’s a great idea, Pansy” Daphne chimed in, now sitting up as well. Pansy smiled at her.

“I knew I could count on you, Daph” Pansy said, “what about you, (Y/n)? Up for a bit of fun?” Pansy leaned toward the (y/h/c) girl, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

“Oh, why the hell not” (Y/n) said smiling, putting her book down next to her. Pansy and Daphne smiled as they began to bother the boys about joining in on the game.

“Blaise? Theodore?” Daphne prompted. Theodore set his notes aside as turned to the blonde girl.

“I suppose a study break is in order” he said smiling, and Blaise nodded, sitting up on the couch.

“I guess I’ll join, as long as Mr. Grumpy-pants over here does too” Blaise said, smirking at his friend. He knew that Draco was stressing about something, and figured the game could distract the blonde from his worries. Draco turned his head to Blaise, a look of do I have to? written on his face. Blaise then returned with his own look that said yes, mate, c’mon don’t be a party pooper.

“Fine, I’ll join - but only because I wouldn’t want Blaise to bother me for the next bloody hour about this” said Draco. Blaise laughed as the others rolled their eyes at the blonde’s stubborn nature.

“It’ll be fun, Draco, you’ll see” said Daphne, playfully winking at her gloomy friend. Draco returned with an eye roll of his own. Daphne thought that if he would’ve done it once more, his eyes would be stuck in the back of his head. She slightly giggled at the thought.

“Shall we begin?” asked Theodore. Pansy nodded eagerly.

“I’ll go first” she said, “Daphne, truth or dare?”

“Truth” Daphne responded. Pansy smirked.

“Is it true you had a thing for Neville Longbottom last year?” Daphne gasped and playfully shoved Pansy.

“How did you know about that?!” exclaimed Daphne. Pansy chuckled.

“So it is true, then?” she prompted.

“Yes, but I don’t have a thing for him anymore - and stop dodging my question! How did you know?!” Daphne inquired.

Pansy gave her a mischievous smile and said, “a girl never tells her secrets.” Daphne shook her head in disbelief. Pansy always had a way of finding out gossip before anyone else. It was like a sixth sense or a superpower.

The game went on for a few minutes, with the group sharing some laughs and giggles. Even Draco seemed to finally relax and enjoy himself. It came time for Blaise to ask a question.

“(Y/n), truth or dare?” he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face. (Y/n) shot him a warning glance, hoping he didn’t make her do or say anything too stupid.

“Dare” she responded. Whatever idea Blaise had, the curious side of her wanted to know - even if it meant embarrassing herself.

“Hm… let’s see” Blaise pretended to ponder, “oh, I know! (Y/n), I dare you to give Draco hear a kiss.” Blaise’s smile was as big as could be, while (Y/n) was rendered nearly speechless and Draco’s eyes went wide, involuntarily blushing a crimson red.

Blaise knew that his best mate harbored deep feelings for the (y/h/c) girl. Ever since 2nd year, he’d had to listen to Draco’s long, drawn-out speeches about how much he adored (Y/n), and judging by the way (Y/n) always seemed to care for Draco in a different way than the others, he suspected she reciprocated Draco’s feelings. Besides, everyone always figured the two would end up together at some point, this was just Blaise’s way of hurrying up the process.

“I- uh- well, I suppose if Draco is okay with it” (Y/n) said, gaining some composure, “it would be silly to use a chicken so early in the game.” Blaise wasn’t buying her reasoning for wanting to complete the dare, but he had no complaints.

“Well, a dare is a dare, right (Y/n)?” Draco said smirking, putting on a nonchalant and cocky facade, even though internally he was panicked. He was finally about to kiss the girl of his dreams after years of pining and waiting. He wanted this kiss to be absolutely perfect.

“I suppose so” said (Y/n), blushing madly as she smiled at Draco. Truth be told, (Y/n) always had a bit of a thing for the blonde. He somehow managed to capture her heart with his sarcastic remarks and signature smirks, as well as his caring and protective nature that he tries oh so hard to conceal in front of others.

“Well, get to the kissing!” Pansy interrupted the awkward staring between the two anxious teens. Draco gave (Y/n) one more smirk, before cupping her face and leaning in to begin the dare.

“Are you sure about this, (Y/n/n)?” Draco whispered, his breathe fanning across (Y/n) cheek. She nodded bashfully and smiled sweetly.

“I am, Dray” she whispered back, making Draco blush at the use of his nickname, “kiss me.”

That was all Draco needed to hear before connecting his lips with hers. The world around the two seemed to stop for both Slytherins as their lips met for the first time. Neither of them were prepared for the intensity of the kiss, caused by the years of waiting and pining from both ends. Draco felt like a starving man who had finally eaten a ravishing meal, while (Y/n) felt like everything in her life just clicked. Before she knew of her attraction to the boy, whereas now she was certain he was her home.

Beginning passionately, yet gently, the kiss soon morphed into more, as their tongues danced together while their lips told stories of love and lust. Draco’s hand slid down from (Y/n)’s cheek down to her waist, pulling her even closer to him. He needed more of her. He needed her forever.

Ahem. A noise of discontent suddenly interrupted Draco and (Y/n)’s intense make out session. (Y/n) leaped back from Draco, and turned around to see her friends looking at the two with knowing looks on their faces.

“You know we are right here, correct?” Theodore said. He had a look of slight irritation on his face, but deep down he was happy his friends seemed to enjoy the kiss so much. It was about time those two got together, he thought. It seemed as if Pansy was thinking the same thing, as she had a small smirk on her face.

“Sorry” mumbled Draco. He slowly removed his hand from (Y/n’s) side and turned to face the others. His cheeks were decorated a dark red, even darker than before, and he was slightly embarrassed at how intimate he got with (Y/n) in front of their friends. Surely was worth it though, he thought, smiling to himself.

“To be fair, the dare was for us to kiss” (Y/n) said, shrugging. Blaise chuckled.

“Yes, I dared you two to kiss, not have a pg-13 make-out session in front of all of us” he said laughing. Daphne giggled from beside him.

“I mean for Merlin’s sake, get a room!” she said, still giggling. Pansy looked at her and gave her a sly look.

“You know, (Y/n), Daphne and I could always gather up the other girls for a day in Hogsmeade if you two do indeed need one” the raven-haired girl said winking. The other three bursted out laughing as Draco and (Y/n) mentally face-palmed.

“Very funny, Pansy” (Y/n) said, although deep down she was hoping she would be taking Pansy up on the offer.

After everyone settled down, the game continued for another few minutes before Blaise announced he’d be retiring to bed.

“I think I’ll join you, Blaise” Theodore said, following Blaise towards the dormitories, “big exam tomorrow. Need my beauty sleep.”

“You are such a nerd, Theodore” Daphne giggled. Theodore shot her a playful eye roll before the two boys disappeared into their dorms.

“We should probably get to bed too, Daph” Pansy said, “we barely studied at all and if we want any chance of being sharp, we better listen to Theo.”

“I guess he is the exam whizz” Daphne said, getting up and following Pansy to the girl’s dormitories, “you coming, (Y/n)?”

“I‘ll be there shortly, I want to study for just a bit more” said (Y/n), who was hoping Draco would join her. The girls shrugged and bid the two a goodnight before going to their dorm.

Once they were alone, Draco and (Y/n) sat in a tense silence. They both so desperately wanted to talk about the kiss, but neither knew how to bring it up. Finally, (Y/n) decided to break the silence.

“So…” she began, unsure how to bring it up. She turned to Draco to look at him, a smile on her face. Draco returned with a small smile of his own.

“So” he responded, “that was… fun.” He blushed as he awaited the (y/h/c) girl’s response.

“Definitely” she chuckled. They subconsciously scooted closer to each other, wanting to be as close to each other as possible.

“Um… look, (y/n)” Draco began, finally deciding to put down his walls and talk to her about how he felt, “I really like you. And not just in the way you think. I mean I really, really like you. I know that the kiss may have been just a dare to you, but to me, it was so much more. I just thought you should know that.”

Draco looked at (Y/n) with a look of want and nervousness on his face. His heart was beating twice the rate it normally was, and all he wanted was for her sweet touch to soothe him of his worries, and let him know she felt the same.

Like the angel she is, (Y/n) granted his wish, putting a gentle hand on his arm, rubbing gentle and calming circles on his shoulders. She smiled at him with a look of warmth and light in her eyes that could’ve illuminated the entire room.

“Dray…” she said, letting her other hand come up and stroke his cheek, “I feel the same way. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for you, I just never knew how you felt.”

Draco looked deeply into her (y/e/c) eyes, and leaned in to brush his lips against hers.

“Well, now you know” he smirked. With that, he closed the gap between their lips. Their mouths danced together in harmony and the two finally said everything they’d been holding in for the past few years. Their kiss continued for what seemed like hours, although neither teen seemed to mind. Once they finally pulled away, both had big cheeky grins and bright red cheeks.

“I guess all we needed was a push from Blaise” (Y/n) said giggling, “perhaps if he’d dared us sooner we wouldn’t have had to wait so long.” Draco chuckled.

“Well love, it certainly was worth the wait.”

#draco fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #draco smut #harry potter #fanfic

[dickgraysonwayne]

Goddamn Hero

Ao3

Summary: Dick doesn’t want to deal with thinking about a title that’s no longer his. A kidnapping says otherwise

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 2: Captivity | The Meaning of Robin | Rescue from Juvie

“Rough day, huh?”

Dick shifts, hissing as something pulls in his side. “Huh?”

“Rough d—you know what, never mind. I think that goes without saying. You being here and all.”

Dick winces. His head is killing him, and he doesn’t want to get up…

“It would probably help if you opened your eyes,” The voice continues. “You know, so you can actually see what’s going on?”

Oh. His eyes are closed. That would explain all the darkness.

With supreme effort, he manages to lift his impossible heavy eyelids, trying to blink away the darkness.

It doesn’t really help, though. He’s still surrounded by darkness on all sides. He blinks some more, hoping that he’s just a little out of it and it isn’t something more serious…

“Keep going,” the voice says again. “You’re getting there. Look again.”

Dick blinks, then looks again. His eyes must be getting used to whatever it is he’s looking at, because he’s starting to see gray in the darkness: lines, shapes, and depth slowly coming into view.

He doesn’t know how long it takes, but the shapes slowly resolve themselves into recognizable figures. Soon enough, he realizes he’s looking at a stone wall, damp and cracked. The cool feeling beneath his cheek also seems to be made of stone, and the whole place seems to be just a bit wider than his reach.

He twitches experimentally, trying to see if it’ll hurt. He’s pleased to note that it only twinges somewhere in his lower back.

“There you go!” The voice says, encouraging. “Can you move?”

Slowly, carefully, Dick rolls up on his side, pulling at the stiffness in his back. There’s a little more light here, and he sees what look like floor-to-ceiling bars right in front of his face.

Tiny space, gray walls, bars…yup. He’s in some kind of cell. Great start to his day.

“Hey, look who’s up and about!” The voice says. “Great job.”

Dick can’t quite place where the voice is coming from. He shifts slowly again, trying to position himself to look to his right, away from the two sides of wall. He ends of staring into more darkness.

There’s another cell right next to his, but he can’t really tell what’s inside it. It’s too dark, and he can’t make out more than the bars that separate him.

“Hi,” The voice says. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Dick rolls his eyes, which is a mistake. He shuts them again, trying to fight off the dizziness. “Eighty four,” He says.

There’s a pause, then:

“Funny. You’re a funny guy.”

Dick chuckles softly. “Thanks,” He says. “I try.”

He shifts again, trying to find the least painful position possible. “Hey,” He says. “What’s…where are we? How did I—”

A vague impression of walking by the docks flashes through his mind, followed by a quick pain on the side of his neck. Oh. Yeah. Those guys. Weapons sale.

Maybe Bruce had been right about going in for that one alone…

Dick grits his teeth. Well, if Bruce wanted to have a say in what he did and where he went, maybe he shouldn’t have thrown him out of the house. He only had himself to blame for this one.

At least, he thinks so. Everything is still kinda blurry in his head.

“Hey,” The voice from the darkness says again. “So, what brings you here? What are you in for?”

Dick groans internally. “You’re…the funny guy here,” He says, shifting again, trying to keep his words from slurring. “I dunno. Guess I pissed off…the wrong guys.”

“Don’t I know it,” The voice says. “What was it? Being a spoilsport about their crime business?”

“Yep,” Dick says. “They probably don’t like the …vigi…vigilante thing either. And I’m two-for-oh on that one.”

“Two?” The voice says. “What, was there a gig you had before Nightwing?”

Dick looks up at his arms, at the stripes of blue that end at his fingertips. “Yeah,” He says, curling his fingers. “Robin. There was…I was Robin first.”

The minute the words leaves his mouth, he chokes on them.

Shit, He thinks, sliding back to the wall so fast he gets dizzy again. Mistake. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

“Oh yeah?” The voice says, sounding vaguely impressed. “No shit. Robin is like, a kid, isn’t he? That’s a long and storied career for you.”

Dick bites his tongue. “I…you shouldn’t know this,” He admits. “It’s…it’s a secret.”

“I won’t tell,” The voice says. “Who am I gonna tell anyway? So, what happened? You outgrow the costume or something?”

“Something like that,” Dick says. He tries to concentrate, but his thoughts feel like water. “Wasn’t exactly…my choice though.”

The familiar bitterness fills his chest. It’s been a few months, but it still feels like he’s only just found out, only just seen the costume on another kid for the first time.

“This sounds like a story,” The voice says. “So, what happened? The big guy take it away from you?”

The words are out before Dick can even think about what he’s saying. “Yeah,” He says, giving up on trying to parse out his thoughts. “But…I mean. I guess I can’t blame him. I…it was me but I couldn’t do it…anymore. I wasn’t…Robin anymore.”

“And this new kid is?” The voice asks.

“Yeah…” Dick says, and now he’s thinking about Jason, all energy and youthful exuberance and a genuine want to help. “He’s…he’s light. He’s had it rough but he still risks his life for other people. He has this…front that he puts on but it’s not real. He’s what Robin should be.”

“And what’s that?” The voice says.

Dick’s silent. He presses down on the cool stone floor to find his bearings. “Hope,” He says, finally. It’s the only word his scrambled brain can come up with. “It’s…it’s someone who has to…has to be able to bring hope to the hopeless. To Batman. To Gotham. And…and I can’t do that anymore.”

“How so?”

Dick sighs into a hiccup. “I’m…I’m different now,” He says. “Dark. I’ve made mistakes. And…I can’t bring that hope anymore.”

“Well,” the voice says, sounding a little smug. “It might not be as over as you think it is.”

Dick doesn’t want to talk about Jason, about Robin, any more down here. He should be away from places like this, from the damp and the dark.

“Shut up,” He mutters, eyes fluttering. It’s starting to get darker again. “I don’t want to—”

He passes out again before he can finish his sentence.

-

“Nightwing! Nightwing! Wake up!”

Dick feels hands grab at his shoulders, shaking them vigorously. “Wake up!”

His brain goes from 0 to 100 in what feels like a second and he gasps out, shooting up to a seating position, heart going a mile a minute. “Wha-” He gasps out, head spinning, dark spots floating over his eyes. “What’s—”

“Ohmygod,” And that’s a very familiar young voice, accompanied by the tightening of the fingers on his shoulders. “Are you okay? Please say you’re okay.”

Dick’s eyes droop again, and then shoot back up as the voice registers in his head. “J-Robin?” He asks, disbelieving. “What are you doing in here? Are you okay? What—?”

Jason pulls at his shoulders, trying to maneuver him to his feet. “We were in the neighborhood,” He says, and boy does that phrase sound familiar. “And I saw what was going down so I wanted to come help and find you and then—”

“Help find me?” Dick asks, running the sentence over in his mind. “So you knew I was here?”

Jason’s tugging pauses momentarily. “Uh,” He says, clearly trying to find his way out of the trap he’d set for himself. “Well…okay, fine. You got me. Batman knew you were gonna be here so we both came to check if everything was okay and he sent me here to check but I don’t think he knew they got you and I didn’t have time to check with him so I came down here anyway and—”

Dick’s head spins at the deluge of information. “Whoa, Robin. I’m not all that with it right now so you’re gonna need to slow it down for me.”

Jason pauses, looking at him in shock. “What? Why? Did you hit your head?”

“Nah,” Dick says. “I think they got me with something. I’m all jumbled but I’m better now than I was earlier—” And then the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he’s able to follow Jason’s tugging hands into a standing position. “The guy. There’s a guy in the cell next to us. We should…we should get him out too.”

He practically sees Jason’s eyes squint in confusion under the mask. “What? The next cell? But…Nightwing, there’s nothing there. You sure you didn’t hit your head or something?”

Dick’s mind whirls. “What? No, there was definitely someone there, I talked to him…can you check again? Maybe he’s passed out or something. It was really dark in there.”

Jason’s voice still sounds surprised. “Huh? In where? There’s no next cell. Look.”

And with this, Jason pulls Dick out of his small cell, out the opened door, past the busted lock clear on the floor, and turns him to look at the area next to the cell. Instead of a second cell, there’s a small space between the cell and the wall: definitely not enough space for anyone to be sitting, and most certainly not another prisoner.

Dick sways in place, dread pooling in his gut. “That doesn’t make any sense! I…I spoke with this guy, I talked to him for ages. He was definitely there. He…”

“Um,” Jason says, tugging him along outside the small room. “Did…did you actually see anyone there? Like with your eyes.”

Dick thinks back to the voice from the darkness. “I…no. I didn’t.”

“Did you get a name?” Jason asks, carefully maneuvering him through a narrow hallway. He almost loses his grip, and Dick feels himself begin to slip before Jason catches him again “Oof. You need to lose weight, Nightwing.”

“I do not,” Dick says, at the brink of a hysterical chuckle. “I didn’t…I didn’t get a name though. He never said. He just talked.”

“Any telling indicators?” Jason asks, and Dick recognizes the question from Bruce’s vigilantism 101 questionnaire for victims. “Any details you could get about who he is, where’s he’s from?”

Dick stumbles along, trying to stay upright. “…No,” He whispers. “Nothing. We just…talked about me.”

Jason leads them to a larger room, and Dick sees the forms of various men scattered throughout the place. Most of them are tied up to something, or handcuffed.

“Okay. So…you probably just hallucinated or something, Nightwing,” Jason says, casually leading them through the scene. “Those guys gave you something right? Maybe they made you see things. Or hear things I guess. Let’s go back to Batman and he’ll probably give you something to help. Or at least figure out what they gave you.”

Dick shakes his head. “I…I can’t…it felt so real.”

“Well yeah, Jason says, tugging him out another door. The sunlight hits his eyes so hard that he shuts them. “The mind does crazy things or whatever, right? You can’t trust everything you see or hear.” And that’s another Bruceism, albeit given a bit of a Jason rewording.

Dick can’t think about this anymore.

“Okay,” He says, letting Jason lead as they stumble back into the outside. “Um. Fine. Just…you can drop me at Leslie’s and I’ll—”

“Umm,” Jason says, pulling him along. “No! Look I know it’s all weird with Batman right now and whatever but you don’t look too good, and you can’t walk alone, so let’s just go okay? Batman’s gonna be here real soon and we can just drive back and everything’ll be good, okay?”

Dick falters, stopping in place. “Batman’s coming now?” He asks, anxiety picking up in his head.

“Yeah!” Jason says, stopping in place with him. “So let’s meet him where I said we’d be and then you can pass out again if you want but you gotta stay awake right now, I can’t carry you or anything.”

Dick’s head has cleared a bit, he thinks, because now he can hear the tight undercurrent in Jason’s voice: the aftermath of a fight, the exhaustion, and the worry, all clamoring to hide under the bravado of the hero-voice. He knows how that feels, knows it deep in his bones. “Fine,” He says, and Jason instantly lightens at the admission. “Just cause you asked, though. If Batman asks.”

“He won’t,” Jason says, and starts walking them forward again. “But that’s good to know.”

“Hey,” Dick says, wanting to smooth out the tension in his voice further. “Was that you back there, by the way? Were you the one who took out all those guys?”

He practically feels Jason perk up at the question. “Yeah,” He says, a forced casualness in his tone. “Yeah, you know, no big deal. They weren’t expecting me or anything so I was able to handle all of them.”

“Wow,” Dick says, clumsily patting the shoulder supporting him. “That’s pretty good. I don’t know if I coulda done that when I was at your training point.”

Jason definitely puffs out his chest a little at that comment. “Oh, you know,” He says. “I’m a little bigger than you were at the time, that’s all.”

“What’re you working on now?” Dick asks, then settles back into the cadence of Jason’s voice as he begins to describe his latest lesson, his latest case.

His mind wanders as Jason chatters, thinking back to the snatches of memory he can remember of his time in the cell. Now that he thinks about it…the voice did know a little too much about what was going on with him at that moment. It was a little too…interested, a little too bodiless. Plus, he trusted it enough to run his mouth, so he must have known, somewhere, that it was just coming from his own head…right?

A shake to his shoulder tells him that Jason has noticed his wandering thoughts. “Hey! Nightwing! You okay?”

Dick shakes himself back to awareness. “Yeah! Yeah, sorry Little Wing, I’m still not at 100% right now.”

“Aw, not the Little Wing thing,” Jason complains, and Dick sees two very familiar headlights in the distance. “I’m a hero just like you, you know.”

Dick huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, I know,” He says. “A big goddamn hero.”

#dickgraysonweek #dick Grayson #nightwing #Jason Todd #Robin #speaks

[nolongerapileofashprobably]

I forgot that there is a genuine debate about whether botw&totk’s open world concept impacts the story of the game negatively or not.

But… the beauty of botw and totk is finding the story. It’s the ability to just say “fxck it I’m going to kill Ganondorf and get Zelda back” immediately after the tutorial. It’s the chance to do the geoglyphs and memories in order or find them as you explore. Even as someone who initially saw the story out of order for both botw and totk, it did nothing to hurt the story in my mind.

It spurred me to find the rest of the memories or geoglyphs, to read whatever diary I could find, to talk to every single person I came across for the slightest chance they might have a cool detail hidden in the dialogue. Yes, I sometimes wish they would just let Link be a character, but he is at the same time. His dialogue choices show us how sassy and caring he is, how serious and stoic he can be, how funny he is both intentionally and not. Nintendo gives us enough evidence that practically says “yes zelink are together in this game” but for those who don’t want that, guess what? It’s not fully canon! For those who do? Welp, the evidence is right there and it is SCREAMING zelink!

And to rebuke that with “well I would like it to be canon to shut up people who disagree with me” … is just engaging in the same toxic hate behavior that probably brought upon those feelings in the first place. Botw’s plot was a bit lackluster, but they nailed it with totk. I cried numerous times. I yelled into my pillow. I felt genuine despair and legitimately had to stop with the storyline just so I could sit with those emotions. I didn’t touch the story for a week and instead got a bunch of shrines and stuff.

That’s the beauty of it. The ability to choose how to play with the story we are given. We obviously learn from totk that botw was 100% completed canonically. It’s safe to say the same about totk, no matter what the player does. But it’s open world concept provides challenges and different avenues to explore every time you load up the game. It’ll take years before this game no longer has a complete grasp on my mental sanity.

I think this game is a masterpiece. Yes, there’s a few flaws, but nothing so big that i refuse to play it.

#loz totk #loz tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom spoilers #loz totk spoilers #zelink #botw zelink #loz botw #botw #link botw #botw link #the legend of zelda #zelda botw #zelink botw #the legend of zelda breath of the wild #totk zelink

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Plus One

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

You smile at your phone and Inez nudges you with her elbow. You barely hide the screen as she peeks over. You turn it face down and push her off the armrest between you. 

“So you and Jake? That’s a thing?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” You lie poorly.

“Don’t. He asked me for your number, dummy,” she rolls her eyes, “I didn’t know he was your type.”

“We’re friends,” you shrug, “he’s funny.”

You press your hand to your neck and look around the lecture hall, students filing in as Professor Rogers stands at the front, transfixed on his screen as the projector remains blank. It’s not like you hid Jensen, you mentioned that you ran into him and it’s not that deep. You need more friends than Inez. And he really is hilarious. Well, he knows where to find the good memes.

“Sure, funny looking,” she scoffs, “tell me, what does Professor Pretty Boy think about your new fling?”

“In,” you face her, “me and Jake are just texting and me and Professor Rogers are working together. There’s nothing going on between any of us. Besides, don’t you have your own web of lovers to get tangled in?”

“Oh, yeah, Brianna found out about Jacob, so…” she flutters her fingers carelessly, “I didn’t lie to either of them. I said we were having fun and they weren’t into having fun all together, I guess. I don’t know.”

“You don’t seem too broken up over it,” you remark.

“Eh, it’s college, you’re not here for life,” she dismisses, “speaking of, you should hop on Jakey Boy. He’s a nice guy, a good way to dip your toe in the water.”

“Do you ever think of anything else?” You challenge.

“Mmm, my grades would say no,” she chuckles and leans into you, “I’m just saying, if you got that puppy dog sniffing around, it’ll get the wolf off your doorstep.”

She sends a look towards the front of the class as the projector finally lights up with the week’s slides. Professor Rogers looks up and clears his throat, calling attention from the muttering rows of students. Inez turns her head, shielding her mouth behind her hand, “you don’t wanna get tied up with a professor. I’ve heard stories…” she pauses and glances behind her, “Laufeyson.”

“What?” You turn to her with a sharp whisper, “no–”

“Mm, apparently he makes the rounds on first years,” she utters flippantly, “Mona, sits in the first row in history… that was in September. I think he’s moved on to Larissa.”

“Shhh,” you hush her, “you shouldn’t listen to gossip.”

“From the mouth of babes,” she sighs, “they told me themselves.”

You frown and peer down at the podium. Professor Rogers isn’t like that. You can’t imagine him doing anything like that. He’s so awkward, you only imagine him combusting at the very thought. Laufeyson might be a dog but he’s his own breed.

💭

“I know it’s a bit cramped in here,” Steve leads you into his office, “but I have a kettle if you want some tea.”

“It’s fine, Professor,” you assure him as you leave the door open behind you, “so I sent you my lesson plan…”

“Ah, yes,” he rounds his desk and puts down his bag, “I did go over it. Just let me get set up.”

You take the chair across from him, letting your coat rumple behind you as you shed it. You take out your laptop and balance it in your lap as you feel your phone buzz. You ignore it as you power up and search through your cloud for the file. You see his icon already present in the doc.

“Got it,” he announces, “right, so, starting with horror…” His eyes scan his computer, “you’re a fan of Shelley?”

“I… I liked Frankenstein, yeah,” you answer as you watch his cursor on your screen.

“I can tell, which is good, being passionate about what you're talking about,” he says, “I might cut back a little on her personal history and spend more time on Stoker. But it’s good you touch on Gaskell…”

You start a comment on the doc, taking note of what he’s saying, “oh thanks, I’ll definitely go over that.”

“Your slides are good though, informative but not crowded,” he taps his fingers on his lower lip.

You listen to his feedback, relieved that he’s not so wound up as usual. He seems calmer somehow. You don’t know why but there’s not the usual tension. Maybe because he’s talking about what he knows.

He sits up as he pauses. He feels around his blazer and slides out his phone, “excuse me, this damn thing keeps going off. I’m just gonna turn it to–” He blinks and goes quiet, “sorry, give me a minute.”

He stands and exits without waiting for a response. You don’t think much of it. Some emergency or another. 

You slip out your phone from your coat pocket and sit back. Inez would eat her words if she was there. Professor Rogers is distracted, apathetic even. Maybe he’s just used to your presence.

You flip open the chat with Jake. ‘So, they’re having a showing of Young Frankenstein at the Film Club tomorrow night. You into it?’

Your phone bubbles with suggested responses; ‘sure’, ‘I don’t know’, ‘no, sorry, I’m busy’. You hover over them and select the textbox instead. Is he asking you out? You’re too shy to ask him directly.

‘Oh, I love Frankenstein!’ You key in, trying to repress a grin, a giddy flicker in your chest.

‘Is that a yes?’

‘It’s a hell yeah!’ You almost giggle at your own response and flinch as you hear the door click behind you.

You straighten up and rest your phone on your knee as you glance back at Steve. He forces a smile as he strides around you and places his phone face down on the desk.

“Sorry, my mother,” he shakes his head, “well, you know how parents can be.”

You nod and don’t comment. You never really thought of him having parents. Maybe that’s unfair, he’s not that old. You could laugh but you keep your face placid. Your phone vibes again and you look down at the gif flashing in the chat. Jensen is such a dweeb.

“So, ready to get back to it?” Steve asks and you look up at him. His eyes are on your phone.

Embarrassed, you tuck your cell away, “yes, sorry, it’s just Inez being silly.”

#steve rogers #professor!steve #dark steve roger #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #au #avengers #captain america #mcu #marvel

[mxnsxngie]

Bowl For It (H.JS)

Warnings: None! Just pure cute chaos!

Word Count: 1270

Author's Note: Yes, this is in fact inspired by the Racha Log that came out today! It was too cute to not write a Han piece about it!

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“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!!” Your best friend, Jisung, whines at you.

“But why bowling specifically?” You ask, laughing at his whining.

“Because we haven’t been bowling in forever and it’ll be fun!” He begs, looking up from where his head is resting on your shoulder, giving you his best puppy eyes.

“Ugh fineeee! Even though I suck, I guess it’ll be fun!” You laugh, ruffling his hair as an idea comes to mind. “We could make this more interesting” you say, smirking down at him.

“How so?” He asks, sitting back to look at you.

“Loser buys barbecue after?” You say, smiling at him.

“Oh you’re on!” He says, jumping up and pulling you to the door so you can get your things and go. Little did you know, your incentive gave him an idea.

After you both pick out your bowling balls and shoes, you find a lane and get all set up.

“Alright, who’s going first?” You ask, looking over at him.

“Hmmm rock, paper, scissors for it?” He smirks, raising his hand.

“You’re on!” You smile, raising your hand across from his.

“Okay, rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” He yells as you both reveal your choice.

“Damn it!” You yell, laughing as he does an excited dance across from you. “Alright, get on with it!” You laugh, standing back to watch him.

He walks up, trying to focus and be serious and rolls. You both watch with baited breath, as the ball connects with the pins, one after another falling until none are left. Your jaw drops in shock at his strike. He’s NEVER this good at bowling.

As you look over, he’s jumping up and down excitedly in celebration.

“How?!” You yell at him, laughing at his antics.

“I don’t know, but I’ll take it!” He laughs as he walks over to you.

You walk up to take your turn, rolling the ball and watching as it also knocks all the pins down.

“Yes! Looks like we’re even pretty boy!” You smile, noticing a slight blush appear on his cheeks at the nickname before he grabs his ball for his next turn.

He rolls his ball, knocking a single pin over, before groaning to take his next roll. He managed a gutter ball and sighs, before looking at you as he walks back.

“I did that for you!” He jokes with you as you walk up for your turn. Little did you know how serious he was being.

You take your turn, getting a spare before he’s up again. You watch as he takes his turn, filled with shock as he manages another strike. You can’t help but laugh as you watch him fall to his knees with his arms spread out before laying on his back and flapping around on the ground for a moment.

“Han Jisung you get up!” You laugh as you walk to take your turn, figuring if you ignore his antics he’ll stop. You take your turn, and then find yourself being picked up from behind and spun around.

“Ji! Put me down!” You squeal in laughter as he spins you before you setting you down. As you turn back to the lane you see all your pins knocked down. “Ha! I’m making you work for it today!” You smile at him as he moves to take his turn.

He laughs as he walks up, and ever the jokester, he can’t help but make a funny pose after he rolls the ball, leaning back slightly and pursing his lips as he watches. You giggle as only one pin falls.

He whirls around to glare at you when he hears that. “Oh you think that’s funny? Watch this.” He says before moving to lay on his stomach in front of the lane, carefully lining his shot up before shoving the ball down the lane.

“Oh there’s no way that’s going to do anything” you laugh, before cutting yourself off as the rest of the pins fall and he gets a spare. You look at him in shock as he jumps up and down in excitement!

“Ha, take that!” He parrots back to you as you roll your eyes at him.

“Yeah yeah Ji, we’ll see who’s all talk soon” you tell him as you take your turn.

A couple more rounds go by with you managing strikes and spares and Jisung suspiciously managing only a couple pins a round and even a set of gutter balls one round.

At this point you’re starting to feel like your chances of winning are pretty good, which is shocking since you normally aren’t this good at bowling.

You watch as he walks up to the lane, doing a funny dance as he goes before releasing the ball. It somehow managed to knock over 9 pins and you cheer for him, before looking on in surprise as the rack resetting the pins for his next roll of the round accidentally knocks the last pin over.

He yells in excitement as he grabs a ball and just rolls it without a care before dancing around more to celebrate.

“How do you get so damn lucky?!” You laugh as you grab your ball to take your next turn.

“Fate must just be on my side today he says as he hugs you from behind, nestling his head on your shoulder briefly.

“Not enough to get you a win though” you smirk as you gesture to the score, knowing only one round remained.

“Eh, could he worse” he smirks back at you, causing you to blush at his proximity and the look giving you before you pull away and take your turn.

After the final round, you manage to win, running over to hug him in excitement.

“Not a bad game Ji! But I do have to say I worked up quite an appetite” you joke as you look up at him.

“Hmm I suppose I did agree that loser buys dinner. Guess it’s a date” he says, smirking down at you as he hugs you back, pulling you a little closer to him.

“A- what?” You say, blushing as his words fluster you.

“A date. Can it be one?” He whispers as he looks down at you, suddenly feeling more nervous about his confession.

“I’d love that Ji” you smile, hugging him tighter once you’ve recovered from the shock of his words.

The nerves leave his expression, leaving only pure happiness and excitement as he kisses the top of your head before pulling back and taking your hand.

“Well I believe I owe you dinner after losing so horribly then. Let’s go!” He says, leading you out to his car.

“I can’t wait, I’m starving after that” you giggle, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. Until a thought crosses your mind as you replay his words.

“Ji, you didn’t let me win on purpose did you…?” You ask, skeptical of your new boyfriend, knowing how can be.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” he says with a subtle smirk on his face that you don’t miss.

“What am I going to do with you?” You chuckle as you shake your head at his antics.

“Mmm not sure but you’re stuck with me now!” He smiles at you as he swings your intertwined hands.

“Hmmm I change my mind, I want a refund” you joke with a smile on your face.

“Too late, no returns or refunds, all sales are final. You’re stuck with me!” He exclaims with a laugh.

Well, if nothing else, there will never be a dull moment with Jisung as your boyfriend.

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[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Could we have headcannon for Izuku having a cat quirk?

I see you like dadzawa /hj

No, but dudeee, izuku is feral in his own right, add that with the chaos of a cat😭😭😭 doom. Doom to all that befall izuku’s wrath

Fuck those who befall izuku’s wrath though, because my son doesn’t even get mad easily, and when he does it’s justified

Get angry at kaachan, izuku. Do it. You know you wanna.

Okay though, so I wasn’t sure if you wanted where like,,, he can shape shift into a cat or he has like,, cat senses, but I’m going to go with cat shape shifting and when he’s in human form he still has some cat like reflexes? Like heightened hearing, always landing on his feet, and such!

I just think it’s kind of funny to imagine someone (we all know who) pushing izuku off a tall place and him just landing in his feet like nothing happened. Like, it’s horrible, but also just izuku being unbothered is so personal to me

Just, chaos going on around him and he’s just like, “oh, are you okay?”

Or even better, as a kid, he’s climbing a tree and falls out, scaring inko half to death, and he just lands perfectly on his feet or in place where he was about to land is a little cat, and both of them are like ?????

What type of cat do you think he’d be? Like, would he still have green fur/hair? Or would he be some type of regular house cat? I’m low key leaning towards green little cat because that’s adorable, but it’s up to you, really!

But I imagine izuku shifts into cat form a lot to get away from bullies and to sneak closer to villain/hero fights.

Is koda able to control izuku when he is in cat form????????

Shinsou “I’m not here to make friends” hitoshi

Izuku “I can shift into a cat and I think your quirk is incredible”Midoriya

Shinsou: ….

Shinsou: if anything happened to Midoriya, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Mic takes so many pictures. So many. So does Aizawa, but he won’t admit that. Bastard.

He 10000% uses his smaller form as a cat to sneak out of U.A. for his. Unadvised adventures.

One time when Aizawa was sleep deprived and checking in on class a in the middle of the night, he spots izuku sneaking out in his cat form and doesn’t connect that the cat is his problem child, so he takes the cat up to his and mic’s apartment

He doesn’t realize it’s izuku until the next morning when mic is like, “was Midoriya trying to sneak out again?” Aizawa is confused, and then he remembers. And then he realizes.

And then izuku gets scolded :(

I once read a fic where izuku got turned into a cat due to some quirk, and bakugou was being mean to Shouto and he just did the cat thing where they stare at you while pushing your glass/mug/something off the table, and it was so important to me

But like. Imagine him doing that 😭

Imagine he gets found roaming around by the league and they don’t know it’s izuku at first, but toga decides that he’s adorable and she wants to keep him. So he’s like, okay, I can gather information I guess??????

And then he just like,,, completely fucks with them??

Like, shiggy is gaming and he just sits on the controller or computer keyboard or whatever

And shiggy is considering designating this goddamn cat, but toga would probably kill him if he did that

He helps Eri calm down from her panic attacks/ptsd by shifting into his cat form and sitting with her! Sometimes she prefers if he helps her in his human form, but she also loves running after cat izuku

Mina 1000% sets up a social media page for the cat hero. Not his hero profile. Just a profile for him as a cat. No one knows it’s even a human with a quirk. They’re all just like, damn, U.A. Has a pet cat

Izuku is very affronted by this at first, but accepts that it’ll probably help his cover once he does go pro

He 10000% made a hairball for overhaul to find later on. He fits as many, “fuck you’s” to overhaul as he can

As he should

Likes to fuck with endeavor the same way.

Has 1000% chewed/scratched holes in endeavor’s clothes

Shouto was so proud.

I already say that he’s a vent gremlin, but imagine bent gremlin izuku with a cat quirk😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

U.A. Is not safe

Was it ever?

But nezu finds it rather fun to try and determine where izuku will pop up next

Nothing will be happening, and all of a sudden, there is a cat falling out of a vent and everyone is screaming

Nezu sips on his tea and smiles

Aizawa is totally not itching to pet the little cat whenever he sees him. Not at all. Nope. He would never.

He succumbs to petting the cat once he finds that it calms izuku down sometimes.

He’s not happy about it though!

If you pulled down his capture scarf you totally wouldn’t see him smiling!!!!

No matter what hizashi or nemuri tell you!!!

If stain had control over izuku while he was in cat form and was making him stay still, if koda was also there, would he be able to override stains blood control????

Monoma finds himself petting a cat one afternoon and is surprised that the cat is acting like he understands him. It isn’t until izuku shifts back into his human form and starts talking back to Monoma that he understands.

He also freaks the fuck out.

But izuku nerds out about Monoma’s quirk and he’s suddenly pulling a Shouto and a shinsou with the whole “I’ve only had Midoriya for ______, but if anything ever happened to him I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself”

Shouto, shinsou, and Monoma are the trio who, “didn’t come here to make friends/didn’t want to be friends with class a bastards-“ and then they talked with izuku and suddenly they’re best friends, and this is something I hold very dear

I HOPE YOU LIKED THISSSS!! I’m so sorry it took so long 😅😅😅 my mental health was absolute shit and I had a lot of homework💀 I know this wasn’t super long, so sorry about that too 😅😅 I still hope you like though!!!! Thank you for the ask!!

#cat quirk #bnha #mha #feral izuku #izuku problem child midoriya #izuku quirk au #dadzawa and his problem child #dadzawa #izuku midoriya #shinsou hitoshi #monoma neito #todoroki shoto #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #league of villains #dadmic #hizashi yamada #Eri #nezu

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hiii! Can I please request a Tangerine x fem!reader where when the Twins are on the Johannesburg job, maybe Y/n was originally working with Ladybug, but double crosses him for Lemon and Tangerine, hence why Lemon had the upper hand on Ladybug😅 (poor Ladybug, gotta love him🤧😅), now being parters with the Twins. Y/n and Tan had liked each other (romantically) for a while, Lemon absolutely loves her (platonically), so they were finally able to convince her to join them instead😅. Also omg, flash forward to the Bullet Train job, Y/n saving Tan’s life when he confronted the Prince (saving him from accidentally being shot by Ladybug…) Y/n being like, “You almost killed my boyfriend, DAD” Cue Lemon and Tangerine being like, “Ladybug is your DAD???!” 😂

Lol I’m sorry for the last part… I thought that would be a funny twist🤣🤣

hii again! hope you like it💌

change of partners (tan x f reader)

wc || 754

warnings || mentions of weapons (?)

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A few years before the events of Bullet Train-

“You do know he’s not behind there?” Tapping on the shoulder of a man with a beanie.

“What?” The guy peers around to look at you. “No way!”

“Lemon? I didn’t recognise you with your disguise.”Making air quotes as you snickered. “That guy you’re after… he’s not there. He’s in the car park.” You whisper behind a pillar.

“The white homeless-looking man?”

“Yeah, he’s waiting on the fourth floor.” You disappear before you he can ask you more questions.

You felt guilty for tipping him off, but then again it was part of the job. He was getting on your nerves, on multiple occasions, you had to stop yourself from telling him to get therapy.

You made a couple of laps around the car park, running up to different levels to have a sweep. Making your way down from the fifth floor you decide to check out how things are going on fourth.

Lemon was running away clutching his empty gun to his chest. Catching up, you began to jog beside him. “I take it went well?” You pant.

“Too well.” Slowing down as he made enough distance from the scene.

“What’d you do?” Stopping the same as he did.

“Shot him twice.” He said flatly.

“Is he dead?” You asked intrigued.

“Nah, I dunno, you’ll have to ask him.” Deeply laughing as he looked around, guessing to find his brother. “Oi Tan.” He shouts in an attempt to find him.

“What?” Tangerine shouts back in reply, standing in the stairwell. “Over here.”

Turning around to look at Lemon. “What would you say about me joining you both?” Smiling at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping it’ll persuade him.

“I’d say yes, but you know what Tan’s like.” Nodding towards his brother who was looking agitated.

“I’ll make him say ‘yes’”

//

-Cutting forward to today-

You’d been running around the train nonstop, it felt like it was a literal death trap. You had so many random people that were just absolutely nuts.

You hadn’t seen your partners in a while, being too preoccupied with a reptile issue- you hated snakes as is, but the fact it was a poisonous one made you hide in the toilets, scared shitless.

Finally racking up enough courage to leave the toilets, sprinting down the aisles to make it into the next carriage. Oh thank god, Lemon is in there. Stopping yourself from walking in when you hear a gun go off. Watching from behind as the man fell to the floor. No! Wrong person Lemon!

Turning on your heel to try and find Tangerine, heading towards the back of the train.

Spotting him, eyes bugging out your head. Oh my god. He looks battered. Running up to him, “what happened?” You sadly ask, running your hands on his cut face.

“That prick pushed me off the train” he huffs.

“Jesus! I’ve got some cream in my bag, I just gotta find it first.”

“Where’s Lemon?” He asks, bending down to kiss your forehead.

“I just saw him a minute ago, I’ll go find him. Wait here.” You instruct. “We gotta get off this fucking train.”

Running into the carriages in hopes to find Lemon, they all look the bloody same. Having no luck you return to Tangerine. But he wasn’t there anymore, sighing frustratedly.

Hearing Tan shout you follow the sound. Running in between the cluster of three people. It was the annoying British girl and your old partner Ladybug, how odd.

“What the fucks going on?!” You demand, looking at them all.

“He’s been causing this girl harm, he’s got a gun aimed at her for Christ’s sake, excuse my language.” Ladybug responds.

“Oh have I fuck. She’s a dirty fucking diesel.” Tangerine shouts from behind.

“He’s not dangerous.” You flatly reply.

“Yeah, how do you know?” Ladybug asks.

“Because he’s my boyfriend.” Avoiding Ladybug’s gaze.

Lemon bustles in through the door yawning loudly. “What’s going on?”

“Not going to introduce me to your friends?” Ladybug chirps.

“Shut up, not right now.” You snap back, already feeling stressed, running your hands through your hair.

“Why the fuck would she?” Lemon retaliates.

“Because I’m her father…”

Everyone’s eager eyes penetrate your own like they’re all individually asking you a hundred questions. Backing away, “we don’t want the white death to kill us, right? I’m going to prepare for Kyoto, so I suggest you all do the same.” Walking away hoping to forget about what happened. It worked, right?

#tangerine bullet train #tangerine #bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine and lemon #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine x you

[severalforraelee]

The Babysitters: Prove It Short Story

Prompt: Can you please do one where the guys babysit Rowan for a day and its complete chaos and Lando just being Lando with the baby ❤️

Written by raelee / Posted July 6

Word count: 1,870

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“We’ll be gone for four hours,” Max pauses, his grip on the nine-month-old baby tightening. “I can probably convince them to cut it down to three-””You already convinced them to change the time of the filming twice,” Y/N rolls her eyes at her boyfriend.

It’s the first time that the pair will be leaving Rowan alone with a babysitter. And not just any babysitter, Charles Leclerc.

When Charles had found out that they were looking for someone to take care of Rowan for a few hours while they filmed a video for Red Bull Racing, he immediately volunteered, adoring the little boy since he first set eyes on him. Y/N accepted his offer, knowing how much he dotes on Rowan when he’s in the Ferrari garage, but Max was hesitant. Max just doesn’t trust anyone beside him and Y/N with his son.

“He should get one bottle at two o’clock while we’re gone-””I know, eight ounces, give him to me,” Charles holds out his arms excitedly, eyes focused on a wide-eyed Rowan.

Max hesitantly sets the baby in his rival’s arms. “And check his diaper every hour. Unless you smell poop, then change him earlier.”

“What is this?” A Spanish accent calls from across the Ferrari garage. The three adults and the baby turn, seeing Carlos with his arms crossed, staring at the group. He approaches them, holding his arms out to Charles. “I want the baby.”

“No, I’m babysitting him now,” Charles responds, turning away from Carlos to make sure he won’t take Rowan.

“Hey, you’re letting him babysit? The kid’s named after me,” Daniel sounds offended, appearing beside the group. Max gets more stressed as more drivers appear, and he looks like he’s about to explode by the time that Lando pops up by Daniel’s side.

Max turns to Y/N. “Maybe we should just forget about this.”

“What? No, it’ll be fine,” she reassures him, “They’ll take great care of him. Look at how happy he is.”

They both turn to look at the drivers and their son, Lando playing peek-a-boo with Rowan, Daniel and Rowan laughing, and Carlos subtly trying to grab the baby from Charles’ grip.

“I guess,” Max responds unsurely. “Our phones will be on.”

The two leave, Charles making Rowan wave his hand until Max has to stop looking over his shoulder.

“Finally, I thought they would never leave,” Charles says, making Rowan laugh. “What? What did I say that was so funny?”

“I think it’s your accent,” Lando points out as Rowan laughs again.

“Oh yeah? Say schedule, Lando,” Charles instructs.

“Guys, we don’t have time for this, do you realize the opportunity that we have here?” Daniel asks. They shake their heads. “Max never leaves us alone with Rowan.”

The drivers’ eyes light up at the realization.

“Let’s go.”

“Wait,” a voice stops them from leaving the Ferrari garage. They all turn to see Mattia walking towards them from the other end of the garage, a red object in his hand. He sets the baby bucket hat on Rowan’s head with the Ferrari logo facing forward. “Now everyone will know who he belongs to.”

“Belonging to Ferrari my ass,” Daniel scoffs as they leave the garage.

“He spends so much time in the garage that he calls me Uncle Charles,” Charles defends.

“He’s a baby, he can’t talk, you muppet,” Lando quips.

While Mick calls the group over to the Haas garage, Daniel sneaks into the McClaren garage to find an unused child shirt.

“Are you coming out to the ranch over winter break?” Mick coos to the baby. Max had approached him during the summer break about taking Rowan to the Schumacher ranch over winter break, wanting the baby to see all of the animals up close.

Rowan squeals, a wide smile releasing his drool as he reaches out to Uncle Mick. Charles’ grip on Rowan tightens as Mick frowns, reaching out his arms to hold the baby.

“It’s okay, Charles, I know how to hold him,” Mick reassures.

“I know it’s just, I don’t want to let him go,” the Monaco native admits.

“Give other people the chance to hold the baby, mate,” Lando whines.

“You’re just saying that because Max doesn’t trust you to ever hold Rowan,” Charles shoots back.

Rowan tilts himself closer to Mick and Charles reluctantly hands him the baby. Rowan rests his hands on the side of Mick’s face, smiling up at the driver and giggling as Mick gently bounces him. Carlos scoffs, the rest of the drivers turning to look at him.

“He doesn’t look at me like that,” he states, offended.

As soon as the words exit his mouth, Rowan erupts into screams, face instantly turning red as tears make their way down his cheeks.

“And I’m glad he doesn’t look at me like that either,” Carlos comments.

“What happened?” Daniel questions, wide-eyed, appearing with the T-shirt in his hand.

They all follow Rowan’s line of sight to see Kevin standing there, dumbfounded.

“What did you do?” Lando shouts as Mick comfortingly rocks Rowan back and forth, slowing down his sobs.

“Nothing, all I did was wave at him!”

“Well stop that!”

Rowan gets handed off to Carlos, who gives Charles a look to not try to take him from the Spaniard, and the group leaves the Haas garage. As they walk down the paddock, Daniel slips the shirt that’s still a bit too big over Rowan’s head and his arms in the sleeves. Lando giggles, taking a picture to post on his Instagram story.

“What is that?” A voice calls out from the Alpha Tauri garage.

The group enters, finding Pierre and Yuki standing there.

“What is what?” Daniel asks.

“Why is he wearing that T-shirt?” Pierre questions.

“Because McClaren is his favorite team.”

The group erupts into an argument, countering each other on why the team that they drive for is Rowan’s favorite team. Once they calm down, Pierre reaches out for Rowan, who Carlos passes over.

“See, Charles, that’s what you do when someone wants to hold him.” Charles smacks Carlos on the arm at his comment.

“Oh, can you take a picture of us? The ladies love a man with a baby,” Pierre gives his phone to Daniel to take photos. He sets one arm under Rowan’s legs, the other resting on his torso over the ‘McClaren.’

“Good, now move your hand.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want McClaren on my Instagram.”

Lando scoffs, and before another argument can ensue, Yuki asks, “Can I hold him?”

Pierre nods, moving to hand Rowan to Yuki. Except, Yuki’s hand slips, Rowan’s leg falling out of his grasp. The drivers gasp in unison, knowing that if something bad happened to Max’s son, none of them would see daylight again.

“That was too close,” Pierre warns, making sure that Yuki is fully grasping Rowan before letting him go.

“If anything happened to that baby you would’ve been killed,” Charles warns.

“But Max isn’t here,” Yuki points out, aware of Max’s overprotectiveness of his son.

“Yeah, but we are.”

Yuki freezes, laughing nervously. No one else laughs.

The Ferrari and McClaren drivers leave the Alpha Tauri garage, Rowan in Daniel’s arms as the older man coos to the baby.

“Let me hold him,” Lando urges, reaching out for him.

“How come as soon as I get to hold my godson-””He’s not your godson-””Someone has to take him from me?” Daniel whines, ignoring Charles’ interruption.

The debate of who’s Rowan’s godfather is a heated one.

Daniel sighs as no one responds, passing Rowan over to Lando. As soon as the nine-month-old is in his teammate’s arms, the baby erupts into tears, squirming around.

“What happened?” Carlos asks, panicked.

At the same time, Charles’ phone goes off. “It’s Y/N!”

The group begins to holler, causing Rowan to cry even louder.

“What’s going on?” Alex appears over Lando’s shoulder, smiling down at Rowan before looking at the frazzled group with concern.

“He won’t stop crying,” Lando shouts.

“Well you shouting doesn’t help,” Alex responds.

“What if I just don’t answer?” Charles questions.

“You have to answer, you have her kid.”

Charles heaves a deep breath before raising the phone to his ear, answering it. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Is that Rowan? Why’s he crying?” Max instantly asks.

“Does he need a bottle?” Alex questions.

Lando’s face lights up at the realization, reaching out to grab the bottle from Daniel as he finds it in the diaper bag. He hands it to the baby, who throws it on the ground.

“Mate, you’re the one who wanted that,” Lando scoffs.

Alex rolls his eyes, grabbing the bottle off of the ground before taking Rowan from Lando. He puts the bottle in Rowan’s mouth, instantly soothing his sobs.

“Uh, yeah, he just saw Toto,” Charles lies.

“See, I told you everything would be fine,” Y/N snarks to her boyfriend.

“Lando, I saw your Instagram story. It’s either the onesie or the T-shirt, it’s too warm for him to be wearing both,” Max ignores her.

“Will do, boss.”

Charles ends the phone call, Lando looking to the Thai driver in relief.

“Thanks for saving us there, mate.”

Alex looks at the group skeptically. “How much longer are Y/N and Max going to be gone?”

“An hour.”

“Can I trust you with Rowan for the hour?” Alex questions.

Carlos makes a noise of offense. “Please, as Rowan’s godfather-””You are not his godfather-””I can take great care of him.”

Alex checks Rowan’s diaper before handing him back to Charles, who cradles the baby as they keep walking down the paddock. The group decides to take him to the empty lawn, wanting him to breathe in some fresh air and see new surroundings.

“Look, there’s Seb,” Daniel points to the older man, the baby following his gaze.

“Is this Max’s little man?” Sebastian asks, picking up an empty cup.

“Yeah, this is Rowan,” Charles introduces, bouncing the baby up and down to make him giggle.

He doesn’t, too amazed by the picker in Sebastian’s hand.

“It’s a good thing he looks more like Y/N,” Sebastian jokes.

As they all laugh, Rowan squeals, lurching forward, tiny hand resting on the handle of Sebastian’s picker.

“He wants to help you,” Lando awes.

“We’ll have to get you your own picker,” the Aston Martin driver grins at the baby.

His grip on the picker tightens as Seb reaches for a candy wrapper.

“Do you want to help me?” Seb asks the baby who gurgles. They pick the candy wrapper up together, putting it into a half full trash bag. “Great job, buddy.”

“We should be heading back, if we’re late Max is going to freak out,” Carlos points out.

“See you on the track in a couple of years, bud,” Seb calls to Rowan as the group walks away.

The drivers return to the Ferrari garage, seeing a pacing Max and Y/N scrolling through her phone, waiting for them.

“Hi bud,” Max coos once he sees his son, instantly taking him from Charles.

“How did he do?” Y/N asks.

“Oh, he was an angel. He was the spotlight of the paddock.”

#f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #sfrproveit

[averageartistamber]

So, my thoughts on Side Order

Okay, so Side Order’s been out for a few days, so I may as well give out my thoughts on it. Obviously, this post is going to contain spoilers below as I go into more detail about my opinions and observations.

I’ve completed four runs so far (almost got five but failed near the end).

Overall, Side Order’s pretty good. It’s a lot of fun, a little rough in some areas, but worth the wait.

 First, let’s talk about mechanics.

Splatoon’s gameplay works well with a rogue-lite gameplay loop, and it’ll easily keep you occupied for at least a couple of hours (Some folks have 100% completed it on release day, but for the average player I’d reckon maybe 15-20 hours?). The permanent upgrade system allows a degree of control over the difficulty (even if it can be a grind to unlock things).

The chip system is cool, especially later on when you’ve made some really goofy yet strong builds. The Pearl Drone is some of the most fun stuff we’ve seen in the series so far. Letting her be almost as overpowered in the gameplay as she is in the lore is just really funny.

One thing that I feel does bring it down though, is the lack of variety. After a few hours you do start to notice that there’s only about five different floor objectives, and there’s not that much in terms of enemy variety either (although later floors add a mechanic where Battering Lentos can carry other Jelletons around on their backs…Which is a thing. Definitely would have preferred a few new guys instead.)  

As for the Jelletons…they’re…eh. They don’t really have the charm of the Octarians or Salmonids, but the devs seem to have intentionally singled out some of the worst aspects of those enemy rosters to design these dudes. With such a small bestiary, about half of them are annoying “screw those guys” (the flying sprinkler assholes and the Stinger But Even Worse dudes come to mind)…Which I’m not sure if that’s bad game design or really good game design honestly. They do their job as obstacles and video game enemies, and the designs are solid.

At least it’s not reskinned Octarians again.

There only really being five different bosses, with three in “rotation” (and one you only fight once), which honestly feels like a huge wasted opportunity. Would have been cool to have maybe a handful more options. Maybe even have an exclusive boss for each palette on Floor 20 where Eight has to fight a screwed-up version of whoever the palette represents. In this case Parallel Canon would be exclusive to Agent 4, and Marina would have a slightly buffed version of her fight, maybe with a different barrier mechanic to differentiate her from Overlorder.

And as always, the soundtrack absolutely slaps.

Not sure if I’m personally going to bother with 100% completion, since apparently the reward is a few secret lore files that I’ll probably find and read from the wiki or something.

Story, Lore and Characters

The story is serviceable, it’s pretty much what you’d expect from Splatoon’s storytelling at this point. There’s interesting stuff there which either isn’t explored in detail or is relegated to background lore files you can unlock and read. That being said, the lore we got is cool. Like, we all guessed that the Spire of Order was some kind of VR thing Marina made, and finding out she made it in order to heal victims of KamaboCo and restore the sanitised is both in-character and a very nice tying of ends from Octo Expansion.

I will say that if you haven’t played or are otherwise aware of the plot of Octo Expansion, some things might not make the most sense (ie. you’ll probably scratching your head over who the hell Acht is and why they’re neon green.) so it’s best experienced after reading or watching a video on the previous DLC to have the full context.

Thank Cod they didn’t make Marina the villain or have her be locked away for most of the game waiting to be rescued. Although she did get put under mind control, which I kinda expected…Seems to be at least one the Story Writer’s favourite trope at this point. Or just an odd choice of running gag. This story feels more character-focused than events and plot-focused, so not much really “happens”, but we get some substantial character interactions that make up for it.

The limited cast of characters works very well in the story’s favour. Adds to the weird lonely and isolated vibe of the Memverse. Pearl and Marina are great as usual, and there’s a surprising amount of scenes and dialogue for Pearlina shippers to lose their minds over. Acht/Dedf1sh is an effective straight man to all this, providing a foil to the other characters. The vibe of “Can we please talk about literally anything else” after the aggressive Pearlina banter is entertaining. It’s just really cool that the background musician characters are starting to get more relevance.

Cipher doesn’t do very much, but might have one of the best character designs in the franchise so far. It’s alright (I think the character uses It/It’s pronouns).

On the other hand, I personally think Order/Smollusk might be the weakest of the Splatoon big bads. They don’t really have the charisma and backstory intrigue of Octavio, the presence and build-up of Mr.Grizz (who to be fair had two a whole game prior to his stint as a villain) or the menace/“creep factor” of Commander Tartar.

In fact, Order kinda feels like a toned-down or Bowdlerised Tartar, as in which Order’s goal is similar and similarly horrifying, but they haven’t been getting away with it for god knows how long and you don’t ever see the result of their plans, (No ghastly Bad Ending cutscene of everyone getting their minds destroyed by the Memverse or anything), unless you count the thing they turned Marina into. I guess the whole Virtual Reality setting makes them feel like less of a threat? Maybe it’s just me.

And I dunno if this is just localisation weirdness, but did they HAVE to make his weakened form converse in Uwu-speak?

Although this seemingly isn’t what happens, I do quite enjoy the idea of Order/Smollusk slowly getting rehabilitated and redeemed as the gang hangs out with him (and kicks his ass) several times. Unfortunately, dude seems to be really clinging hard to the “Evil Overlord” shtick, which ultimately turns the character into a one-note laugh when we could’ve had a fun little arc.

One more thing about characters….

WHERE IN THE FRESHLY FRIED AND FILLETED FLIPPER-FLOPPER IS AGENT FOUR!?

The fact that they have a sort-of presence (being the Splattershot is explicitly called Agent Four’s Palette and not, like, Squidbeak Splatoon Palette, as well as the Parallel Canon boss) really seemed to be hinting at Agent Four making a physical appearance. Maybe it’s cut content? Maybe they’ll find their way into the Memverse in an update (like with Callie in 2’s Hero Mode)?

Them being the only Agent not to appear in Splatoon 3 just kinda sucks. Like, even Nintendo themselves seem to in on the joke with them being the un-favourite (see the “supposed to be a [BIG SHOT]” line from Pearl). But I really hope that one day Agent Four gets to be something that’s a bit more than a joke, y’know?

…So this ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. Might come back and maybe discuss some of the new lore a bit more, but that’s my thoughts about Side Order. I ended up really enjoying it, and I’m pretty excited to see if this leads to more experimental stuff with Splatoon going forwards. I’d give it a 7/10.

#splatoon 3 #splatoon #splatoon side order #side order #side order spoilers #splatoon dlc #side order splatoon #yeah that's what I've got for now #ended up having way more to say then I thought

[k1ranishf4]

My Lawyer Dio AU

I just want to clarify that I looked the characters up and researched if their birthdays were established. I’m keeping the canon ones and just made up some for those who don’t have a specified birthday.

We all know that Dio finished law school by the time he was 20 or 21 years old and 120/121 by the time Giorno was four. So I’ll just take this and move everything to the “modern” time.

Which basically means that Jonathan and Dio were born in 1967/68 instead of 1867/68.

But first of all, I’d like to specify that Stands still exist and Jonathan has his wonderful Hermit Purple but with roses. I’ll come up with a name later, I guess.

Also, since Jonathan is very much alive, Dio has his own body and is therefore still his canon height (185cm/6 ft 1 in)

To elaborate further:

Jonathan was born on April 4, 1968

He was 20 in Part 1, so I’ll just keep that in this AU as well. Only difference is that it’s 1989.

Now, I like to think that Dio’s older despite coming to the family later, which is really funny. Like, imagine you’re an only child until one day your father adopts a boy who’s like a year older than you and you end up having an older brother who’s the total opposite of you.

Since there’s no specific birthday, I’ll just make something up. Sooo… Dio: January 2, 1967

Obviously, this is also mudad, so I’m keeping his sons’ canon birth dates. But this also brings a few issues, if you will.

Giorno was born on April 16, 1985, which means that Dio was 18 when our Disney Princess was born.

He’s canonically a manwhore and I don’t intend on changing that anytime soon. He simply fucked around a lot in his last year of high school and the entirety of law school and ended impregnating four women.

I’ve checked and there aren’t canon birthdays for the other three, as well. All we know are their birth years. More to come up with for me.

Donatello: March 12, 1987

The thing is, despite being born in the same year, I like the thought of Rikiel being a few months older than Ungalo even tho he’s the local crybaby at home.

Rikiel: February 25, 1988

Ungalo: September 10, 1988

Now, Dio’s not the only one with children and I want to include George II and Erina too. George II’s canon birth year is 1889, so I’ll keep that as well but it’ll mean that Giorno, Donatello, Rikiel and Ungalo are older than him.

Since he doesn’t have a specific birthday, I’ll just add nine months to Jonathan’s canon date of death, which is February 7, 1889.

George II: November 11, 1989

Guess what, Erina also doesn’t have a specified birthday!! We only know that it’s some time in 1869. Hmmmmmm…..

I want her birthday to be in June, to be honest.

Erina: June 26, 1969

Let’s not forget the grandpa, of course. The only thing I’ve found out is that he died in 1888. I want him to be 45, which would mean that he’d be born in 1843.

So, we’ll just take that and move it to the 20th century and we get May 16, 1943.

To summarize:

George I: May 16, 1943

Jonathan: April 4, 1968

Dio: January 2, 1967

Erina: June 26, 1969

Giorno: April 16, 1985

Donatello: March 12, 1987

Rikiel: February 25, 1988

Ungalo: September 10, 1988

George II: November 12, 1989

Let’s get to how our local hoe finds out about his sons. As I’ve already mentioned, Dio was 18 when Giorno was born but he didn’t know and obviously didn’t get custody right then.

It went like this:

Homeboy was sitting in his study in the year 1990 and was going over the most recent case, when one of the butlers came in and delivered a letter.

It was signed by all four of his past flings and it said that all four of them had a son each. They gave him a location to meet ‘cause neither of them really wanted the custody of them. At first, Dio thought that it might be a lie to get money since he’s the adopted son of a famous aristocrat but he also believed that it might be true.

Jonathan found out, because of course he did, and immediately sent a butler to get the car ready so that Dio could go. Dio didn’t have another choice but to do so, since his lovely brother just had to get involved.

Turns out the letter was honest to God and Dio came back with a five-year-old who had pitch black hair, a three-year-old with brown hair and two one-year-olds in his arms, one of which had dark skin and black hair with hot pink highlights styled into locs and the other with unusual pistachio green hair.

Welp, at least George II wouldn’t have to grow up alone🤷 anyway-

George I was delighted to have even more grandsons but he didn’t exactly approve of Dio being a manwhore, since that’s the opposite of how he raised his sons to be.

I want to include D’Arby and Vanilla Ice (as well as Hol Horse and maybe a few others of the Agents of DIO) as Dio’s personal butlers because it’s fun to imagine his sons judging them because of their fanatical loyalty to Dio, but I’m not sure how.

I’ll probably make him move into a different manor maybe four years later, where he has his own (canon) butlers/servants, whatever you want to call them. But I’ll obviously let them stay in England, a grandpa and an uncle want to see the kids, okay?

Dio still has his shithead asshole personality but he doesn’t go as far as wanting to kill his adoptive family and trying to claim the inheritance via vampirism, to the point where he literally wants to achieve heaven.

Nah, this man cares for them but is extremely bad at showing it, even though Jonathan and George know. Jonathan always knows. Dio had to learn the hard way that he can’t hide shit from his brother.

He has a good relationship with Erina, they constantly make fun of each other and hey, would you look at that! He didn’t forcefully kiss her when they were twelve!! She can kick ass and he acknowledges and respects that.

Coming back to the Stands, Dio noticed that The World is very useful with four rat children who can do nothing but cause chaos and misery for him. Especially when one or all of them decide that running into traffic is how they want to spend their evening.

I’m not exactly sure but I think it’s established in canon that Giorno is the only one who’s a born Stand User. I’ll change that in this AU and make his brothers born Stand User as well.

The years pass, blablabla, Giorno still takes over the Italian Mafia because he can and gets rich even tho he already is and his brothers still don’t know what to do when they’re adults.

But! They find out their older brother has started dating some dude (“his name’s Hugo or something.” “are you stupid, it’s Fugo” “Gugo, like I said.”) and they spy on them when they’re out on a date.

Dio doesn’t exactly care if or whom his sons date, or which gender that person has since he’s a bisexual slut who keeps sleeping around, but he’ll make sure that neither of the four are taken advantage of and checks their partners’ backgrounds and lifestyles behind their backs.

Now, adding the fact that he’s a slut to his career as a lawyer: he wins every case.

Reason number one: he’s beautiful

Reason number two: he’s charismatic

Reason number three: he’s manipulative

Reason number four: he’s cunning

Reason number five: he’s convincing

Reason number six: he sleeps with the judge when his client is actually guilty

One of his sons: are you ever gonna give us a stepmother or stepfather?

Dio, planning his next one-night-stand: step-what?

He reluctantly leaves his sons in the care of his obnoxious brother when he has to go somewhere for work-related purposes. He’d rather die, though. (When they were children, at least. When they were 15/13/12/12, he began leaving them at home in hopes of finding it still in one piece later)

It’s basically a huge mess with a lot of chaos and misuse of some Stands (“didn’t I tell you two to stop using your Stands in the mansion?” “Ungalo started it.” “LIAR! Donatello started it.”) but it’s also fun and Dio wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He promised himself to never stoop down to the level of his piece of shit birth father, and he’s keeping that promise.

Oh yeah, he still poisons Dario before being adopted by George I. Normal, am I right?

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #giorno giovanna #donatello versus #rikiel #ungalo #george joestar #george joester ii #jorge joestar #erina pendleton #jonathan joestar #mudad #jjba headcanons #jjba #lawyer dio au

[silentmoths]

As Fragile as a Brick wall

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I realized if i didnt get this chapter out soon, ya'll probably wouldnt be getting one till like, june. tears of the kingdom drops on friday boissss

Chapter 8: ding dong, sneznhaya calling

Zhongli x Afab (fem pronoun) Reader

NSFW elements in later chapters

Multi-chapter, Royal AU, angst, mentions of death, eventual fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

(Wonderful header image made by the wonderful @ainescribe)

The unfortunate part about agreeing to help Zhongli with this was…well, helping Zhongli.

The unfortunate part about agreeing to help Zhongli with this was…well, helping Zhongli.

In the weeks leading up to the arrival of their Ambassador, you had to give Zhongli a crash course in how to impress a Sneznhayan. The northernmost kingdom was often seen as icy and distant, but once you got to know their customs, it was not as difficult as one would think.

However, despite your help, he still insisted you spend the next few weeks resting in your chambers, recovering from your broken rib, which meant it was you and he, stuck in very close quarters as you explain every little detail. You had spent plenty of time in the land of snow in the years he had been gone, after all, you had been set to marry their prince…which is why they were now upset with Zhongli.

“So what was the prince like, anyway?” He asks you one day as you go over things again with him, you wince.

“Ugh Ajax?” you grumble “I mean…he’s alright? He’s not actually the Tsaritsa’s kid…apparently she could never conceive, so she adopted him.”

Zhongli raises an eyebrow as he looks up from his paperwork “Truly? I’m sure there’s some sort of loophole we could exploit there…” “Don’t try.” You warn him “She loves Ajax more than life itself. It’ll just make more problems.” 

Zhongli hums, leaning his head against this hand as he watches you.

“Did you like Ajax?” He asks after a moment.

“Like I said, he’s alright…but he…I dunno…there’s something about him that always kinda freaked me out?”

“Oh? Do explain.” Zhongli presses, watching as your brow furrows.

“It’s… hard to explain I guess.” you start with a sigh “Sometimes he’s great…he’s funny, smart…a genuinely cool person to hang out with…I would consider him a friend.”

Zhongli notes the conflicted look upon your face, and the way you fall silent as you consider you next words, he finds himself invested, what on earth was wrong with the prince of the snow to cause his own little love such confusion?

“Sometimes it’s like…a switch would flick in him.” You eventually manage out after several long minutes of trying to figure out the right words. “So…Ajax has always been interested in combat, he’s a member of the royal guard as well as being the prince….right?”

Zhongli nods, not entirely unheard of…hell, the king had once spoken to Zhongli about the potential of his sons, her brothers, joining the guard…an idea Zhongli had quickly discouraged because…to be honest, they wouldn’t have survived a day.

“No one will spar against him.” 

“I mean, he’s the prince-” Zhongli adds.

“No you don’t understand, Zhongli. It’s not that no one will fight him because of his status…it’s because those foolish enough to fight him…don't usually come out in one piece…literally.” 

At first, He thinks she’s joking, but he can see it in her eyes, that… haunted look, and he finds himself invested.

“Like I said…it’s a switch…the moment combat happens… he goes from this sweet, kinda goofy guy to… the only words I have for it is… bloodthirsty monster” you sigh.

“Hm…he seems a rather… interesting character…” 

“That’s a word for it.” You huff.

“And what of this Ambassador? Do you happen to know him?” 

At this, you perk up a little “Yes actually! I’ve met him a couple of times… he’s one of the funny ones that goes by a weird name.” “You mean like the captain of the guard is literally called Capitano?” Zhongli snorts, you nod.

“Yep, just like that.” you sigh “His name is Pantalone- Don’t you start!” 

“Start what?” Zhongli snickers, receiving a pillow to the face “His name is pants-”

“ I know!” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose “I know his name is pants.”

Sometimes…

Sometimes you found Zhongli’s presence a little less frustrating than you used to

—-

“Um…your highness-” Zhongli mutters from beside you.

“I see him.” you grunt; already feeling a vein ready to pop in your head “I thought you said they were sending the Ambassador”

“They said they were”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, already you were very tired of today. Sure your rib had been healed for several weeks, but it had been a very long time since you’d had to dress up this fancily… and you’d even broken out the formalwear the Tsaritsa had tailored for you upon your first visit to them.

“So why then…am I seeing the prince…and his happy gaggle of men…approaching the castle?” you ask, your voice is terse and thin, this was not what was meant to happen, even Zhongli looks absolutely and utterly confused. 

“You know him better than I do…” Zhongli sighs, also looking equally as uncomfortable. For all the king he was, it was not often that he had to dress so regally, even you knew he was far more used to chainmail and plate, not heavy, ornate suits. 

“Is it to late to back out-” 

“Absolutely.”

”Damn.” you sigh, this was about to get…*uncomfortable*

You find yourself standing beside the throne: on Zhongli’s right, as the throne room doors burst open. In the corner of your eye you see both Zhongli’s grip on the arms of the throne tighten, and Xiao, stationed to his left, hand tightening on the hilt of his sword as your ex-fiance bounds into the room like an unruly child.

There is a moment where all is still, as if time stops as his eyes land on you.

And in the next moment, he’s sprinting towards the throne, manic look upon his boyish features. You see Zhongli poise to stand, Xiao taking hold of his sword properly, and then you’re engulfed by strong, and unfortunately familiar arms as Ajax laughs warmly. 

This was what you were afraid of. 

The prince lifts you from your feet and twirls you like you weigh nothing, as you spin, you spy Ganyu, by the doors, her eyes wide in shock at his display.

“My little krolik!” Ajax laughs as he finally ceases the godawful spinning and sets you down, his eyes are bright and his smile is wide as he looks you up and down. “It’s so good to see you again!” 

You don't see it, but you can feel the absolute fury radiating off of Zhongli when Ajax leans in to do exactly what you knew he’d do next, and you thankfully, shift your head in time. He kisses you, thanks to your quick movement, it’s only on the corner of your mouth, before he continues kissing affectionately up your cheek and to your forehead. 

If it wasn't for the fact you were trying to pry this idiot prince off you, you probably would have found this situation funny, but there was no room for ruining Zhongli’s day here. 

“Ajax…I wasn’t expecting you.” You finally manage to huff out as you push the overly affectionate prince away, but he simply grins, totally uncaring that he’s not yet introduced himself to the King, right beside him. “We were told Ambassador Pantalone-”

“Oh! Yeah as soon as I heard ol’ Pants was being sent here I immediately took over! I wanted to see you again my darling krolik!” Ajax interjects “I wanted to make sure you were alright!”

“Ajax.” you sigh, shaking your head, you knew he was impulsive but this? This was something else entirely. “I know I left in a hurry last time but have you no faith in my abilities?” 

“Ahem…” Xiao is the one to finally save you with his well timed, if not violently forced cough, snapping the prince’s attention away from you and to Zhongli, who is raising a none-too-impressed eyebrow at the boy.

“Oh, Right! Heya!”

Heya… this idiot has just come all the way from his home country as the representative…and he greets the king with a heya. 

You’re sure the sound of your palm making contact with your face echoes loudly throughout the throne room.

 —-

You are thankful that after such a long trip, dinner and sleep is the only thing on Ajax and his men’s minds, you personally escort Ajax to his room and bid him goodnight, if only to know he would no longer bother you. Considering he’d all but attached himself to your arm the entire day, just like he did every time you had been to Sneznhaya since being promised to him. 

You did your best to keep him from saying anything… inflammatory in front of Zhongli, you didn't want a war breaking out, but goddamn you also did not want to be here.

Even if watching Zhongli’s eye twitch every time Ajax got affectionate with you was somewhat entertaining.

In order to return to your own chambers from the guest wing, you find yourself shambling past the king’s study…you didn’t even notice the lantern lit inside, until you hear your name called from within.

Zhongli sits, at his desk, a bottle of a fine looking, amber coloured liquid in his hand. As you poke your head inside, he grabs not one, but two glasses.

Honestly after the day you’d had? You don't question it, entering silently and shutting the door behind you before you drop, ungraciously, into the chair on the opposite side of the desk, with enough force that the pile of paperwork set upon the mahogany and gold tabletop shudders. 

It’s silent, as Zhongli sets down both glasses and pours the whiskey, there is silence as you take your glass.

There is silence as he raises his own and clinks it against yours and there is silence as you both throw back the drinks.

”That is a prince!?” Zhongli howls as he slams down his glass, the paperwork gives another shudder.

”Excuse you.” you grunt ”that. Is my ex-fiance!” 

Zhongli snorts at the exact moment you crack a small grin, he motions for you to hold out your glass again as he refills his own. You share another shot in silence.

“He is aware that he is an ex, yes?” He asks, you shrug.

“He should! I mean…even his mother knows…”

“Is he stupid?”

You look over your glass at Zhongli, raising a single eyebrow.

He pours you another glass as an apology for a stupid question.

“If you are as smart a man as I remember, you will have more of this on hand.” you eventually mumble as you turn the amber liquid around in your glass “we’re going to need it.”

Zhongli scoffs at you.

“This is the youngest of my collection.”

“By the time this is over, we’ll need the vintage.” 

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[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

So I’m again on my Once Upon A Time rewatch and I just finished watching season 4, and y’all, this season is sooooo chaotic. And so freaking funny.

Like:

Introducing Frozen but no one in Storybrooke knows anything about Frozen

Elsa almosts kills Emma in the ice castle and instantly feels bad about it

RUMPLE AND BELLE HAVE A BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MOMENT AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL

trying to find the author of a magical storybook

“I knew there was a good reason why you kept me locked in there for all those years, waiting for the time you needed me most.”

Regina puts Sydney back in the mirror

Anna meets Charming who has long hair

“I’m not bossy, I’m the queen.”

Basically any time Kristoff and Elsa are on screen together

The Snow Queen and Elsa coexisting AND ARE RELATED

Sooo many moments that are references to the original Frozen movie scattered throughout the Arendelle plot making it feel like one big inside joke that we are let it on

“You’re the mayor now.” “I am?”

“STOP SAYING LETTERS”

The stunned silence at Mary Margaret finally losing it

“Can I have ice cream, Mommy? REGINA let me get ice cream.”

Will Scarlet. Just. Will Scarlet.

“You seem like a decent sheriff. I trust you’re not the sort to shoot a man in the back.” “What…?” *starts running*

“TWO sheriffs?? That’s just bloody unfair.”

Belle frantically calling Emma because a drunk man passed out in her library and she has absolutely no context and is definitely freaked out by it

“I may be a thief, but I’m not a liar. Let me show you.” *immediately starts trying to break in* *fails to break in* *EMMA BREAKS IN INSTEAD* “Neal taught me a few things.”

ANNA BESTS RUMPLESTILTSKIN WHEN SO MANY OTHERS FAILED

The character arc of Hook’s left hand

Emma finding her parents waiting eagerly for her to return home + Mary Margaret who wants to hear EVERYTHING about Emma’s first date vs David who thinks that some details are okay to be left out

Mary Margaret finding Will Scarlet and thinking that David set it all up and Will being So Confused

“I’m the sheriff’s wife.” “You’re married to the blonde?” “No that’s my daughter. I’m married to the other one.” “What now?”

“So…the sheriff’s wife can pardon me?” “I’m also the mayor-” “He did it.”

“I’m an idiot.” “Finally, something we can agree on.”

“Regina, I was hoping we could talk.” “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m about to storm an evil ice cream truck.”

“It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with you and Captain Guyliner making eyes at each other.” “We don’t make eyes.” “Ready love? 😃”

“Have I ever told you the story of how I met Marian?” “Only about 3 dozen times.” *starts recounting the story* “3 dozen and one.” *tell the story together*

“My whole life I have stuck to my code of honor.” “So why are you here…?” “Today is not one of those days.”

Mary Margaret telling Regina to button her shirt before she goes to check on Henry

“Wow you royals REALLY go through exhausting lengths to ignore your issues.”

Frozen Hans in the closet

“I think it’ll be easier to break into the library now since I’m not drunk and taking punches!” *Robin opens door with ease* *points to sign* “Open till ten.” “Well that’s generous.”

“Guess what! You’re my oldest friend!” *rips Hook’s heart out*

“Now it’s Elsa trying to find her sister that’s screwing us all!!” “…Coming from you that’s terrifying.”

“Kristoff!” “David!” “You cut your hair!” “So did you!”

Ingrid convincing Emma to stay in the foster home instead of running away by encouraging her to terrorize a kid with rubber spiders

THE SPELL OF SHATTERED SIGHT

…The spell of Shattered Sight, and all Snow and Charming do is roast each other

“I AM NOT HAPPY!! 😡😡😡”

“Sealed in My Own Vault?! UGH!!” *looks at outfit* “what the hell am I wearing??” -> the evil queen is back!!

“Emma, you’re prickly, but I don’t hate you.” “…I’m prickly??”

I’m sorry but Regina just has THE most comical face when she realizes Emma is coming, and any time she’s acting like the evil queen in this episode, all of it is just over the top and such a caricature and comical and I can’t take it

Poor Anna trying to make everyone feel love

*sing song-ish voice* “Snow White is a murderer. I killed the evil queen’s mother. And I said I was sorry when I wasn’t.” …Snow??? What???

“YOU said you could keep a secret!!” “I! Was!! TEN!!!!!!!”

Basically all of Snow’s and Regina’s sword fight

Plus David watching uselessly (except for when he teams up with Snow briefly to disarm Regina)

Henry making Hook trip on marbles when he enters the mayor’s office

Will wants another go at Hook, charges, misses, Hook knocks him into the wall, Will crumbles

Anna: *hits Kristoff over the head* *reads note* “*gasp* Kristoff! Do you have any idea what this is?! *pause* Oh, right, I knocked you out. *moves closer* wake up! We have to take this to Elsa. *kisses him* I love you! You’re amazing! …You’re unconscious. *gets up* I’ll be right back, okay? Stay there! I mean I know you’ll stay here but I’ll be back anyway!!”

Ingrid sacrificing herself and the music going on in the background at that point OH MY GOSH

WHEN THE SPELL IS UNDONE THEY LAUGH AND THEY HUG AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

*very confused* “…what am I wearing?”

Regina, David, and Mary Margaret laughing, like,, authentically laughing, like so much that it almost looks to me like they’re Lana and Josh and Ginnifer just having fun, and they’re all falling over laughing too, and it’s almost a blooper reel

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you.” “With a cross bow! You tried to kill me with a crossbow!”

“The door to Arendelle must be around here. It’s just a matter of finding it.” *magic broomstick finds it instantly* *silence* “…there it is.”

Maleficent, Ursula, and Cruella DeVil’s first entrance like wowie that is cool and ahhhh they look so good

BELLE STANDING UP FOR HERSELF AND COMMANDING RUMPLESTILTSKIN TO GET OUT OF STORYBROOKE LIKE YEAH THAT WAS PAINFUL BUT HOOO ALSO WELL DESERVED AND IT WAS DEFINITELY BOUND TO HAPPEN AT SOME POINT

They just. Released Chernabog. From the hat. Freaking Chernabog was just. In the hat.

Regina and Emma’s phone call with Ursula and Cruella

*Chernabog turns to Maleficent* “I knew it.”

“I hope you choke on my bones.” THAT IS SUCH A RAW LINE WHAT THE HECK ASFJJJGJDS

“The Chernabog was looking for the heart with the greatest potential for darkness…but it was not looking for Regina. It was after Emma Swan.” AHHHH CHILLSSSSSS

“If you say a word about this to anyone, especially Emma, you won’t have to worry about Regina. I’ll rip out your hearts myself.” …SNOW??? WHAT??? DUDE??? HUH???

Snow finding out she and Maleficent will both be mothers and she’s straight up like “nah, I don’t wanna work with you. I won’t darken myself by associating with you.” And Maleficient is like “you…wouldn’t want to make a better world for our children…just because you don’t like me??”

Regina crushing the glass after taking the shot as if it was a heart, like. What. Regina how did that prove you are villain it just proves you have a strong grip (you’re lucky you were wearing gloves or else your hand would be pretty messed up)

“First one to save us loses.”

Basically Regina is trying to join a gang

“I said we needed to meet covertly! You brought the whole Charming Softball Team and their pirate mascot??”

*Regina without warning possesses Mary Margaret to communicate where she is and what she’s doing*

Robin Hood stealing a horse in New York

Actually right before that as the camera is panning into the scene you can hear someone shout “I’m walkin’ here! I’M WALKIN’ ‘ERE!”

…I don’t even wanna get into the Zelena is Marian plot because that’s a really icky part of the plot

Ariel: *sees Hook* *immediately slaps him*

The Apprentice putting Isaac in the book without warning

Pinocchio being turned back into August

August being wood and then being a person again but then his nose grows

“We have a lot of questions.” “I bet you do.” *brings down curtain ONTO A WOUNDED MAN and runs away*

It looks like Cruella is going to get a heartbreaking traumatic backstory to show why she is how she is…but really she’s just a bad person

Emma and Regina go on a road trip

The wolf making them crash, giving everyone watching déjà vu to season one (including Emma)

“You know me from the diner, right? Smile and hold my hand and walk around the block for a little bit and you get free burgers for a week.”

*teen Emma is depressed on the bench waiting for a bus* Lily: “heyyyyy 😁😁”

The Apprentice thinking it’s just Okay to sit next to a teen girl and address her by a name she didn’t tell you. Like. My guy. I know YOU mean no harm but you REALLY gotta think about what it looks like to HER

Lily’s conspiracy board

Lily steals Emma’s bug -> Emma grabs a wrench, smashes a car window, and steals a car

Regina looking freaked out when Emma starts talking like she herself would

Regina holding on for dear life when Emma is angrily chasing Lily

*spreads arms out* “go on. Kill me. Put me out of my misery. Put an end to this.”

“There have been many authors, from the first cave painter […] to a man named Walt.” *1966* “Our last author…he passed away recently.”

Rumplestiltskin almost dying (again) (you know, just his seasonal near death experience even though he’s immortal)

Seeing Isaac write “Once upon a time…”

THE LAST TWO EPISODES OH MY GOSH I COULD WRITE A WHOLE POST JUST ABOUT THE CHAOS OF EPISODES 4x22 AND 4x23

Henry standing up to Isaac

Rumplestiltskin the light one.

RUMPLESTILTSKIN THE LIGHT ONE.

“This does not come with a price!” THAT FREAKING BROKE ME

EVIL SNOW

Charming saying “I will always find you” but it sounds Wrong

The dwarves do in fact whistle…but it is Unsettling

Regina is the outlaw with a bow and arrow instead of Snow White…and she’s aiming at Henry

“My name is Henry. I’m your son.”

Regina and Robin’s meet cute that is just like the first time they met and AHHHHH I LOVE IT

Zelena is Robin’s … fiancée

Episode 22 ending with Emma locked in the tower

HOOK BEING A TIMID LITTLE MAN

Henry breaking into the castle using a Star Wars reference

“Why isn’t it rum?” “Rum? I’m allergic to that stuff.” “Of course you are.”

Hook is jealous of himself AGAIN

“Now you’re down to six. Would you like to make it five?”

Regina and Emma meeting again

“What does your heart say? I know what my heart says. But what if his doesn’t say the same thing?” “Isn’t that a risk you’re willing to take?”

Emma confronting her parents with such a brilliant speech and amazing expression…but if you watch in the background you see Hook holding the sword above his head, pointy end going being him, gritting his teeth, bouncing forward and backward, trying to look brave but actually just looks like a scared doofus (in the most endearing way)

Hook sacrifices himself for Emma

They all go to crash a wedding

REGINA SACRIFICES HERSELF FOR HENRY EVEN WITHOUT FULLY KNOWING WHAT HE MEANS TO HER

Henry becoming the author

Hook scaring Emma because he’s not where they left him

Henry breaks the Author’s pen

Rumplestiltskin isn’t doing so hot

Belle storms into the shop yelling at Rumple but is immediately concerned when he falls to the ground

The Darkness overtaking the Apprentice

Regina is about to be taken by the darkness

Emma becomes the Dark One.

I’m pretty sure I’m missing a few things too.

Anyways, like said, this season is chaotic as HECK.

#once upon a time #ouat #ouat s4 #i love this show

[rey-writez]

ok so this story is can be found on wattpad rather than ao3 just cause i find the format of ao3 to be confusing ANYWAY who's up for some lost boys fanfiction?

CHERRY RED

My whole family hated that we were moving. At least my brothers did. Honestly, I was just excited though. I mean being stuck in the same small town all my 16 years of living really makes a person want to get out sometimes. Or maybe its just my innate wanderlust. What can I say? It’s tough.

“Yeah Claud, keep sulking out the window, it’ll help,” Michael quipped.

“Oh my god, I was not ‘sulking’ you dipwad.”

“Claudia, don’t call your brother a dipwad.” my mom sighed,

An hour later, we arrived at our new home. It was small and cute. Me and my brothers rushed to claim our rooms. I found one at the end of a winding hallway. It had a large bay window with a clear view of the sea. Perfect. Just then I heard a rush of footsteps and Sam busted in.

“Do you mind?” I scoffed.

“Boo, I wanted this room.” he rolled his eyes and I crossed my arms.

“Snooze you loose.”

“Oh well. Hey, me and Michael were going to the boardwalk tonight, you know, get to know the city more. Wanna tag along?” Sam questioned. I bit my lip and thought about it. I mean would I rather stay in to unpack more or go out… Yeah, I’m going out.

“Alright, I’m in. Now get out doofus!” and I hit him with a pillow playfully. Now time to unpack. I grabbed all the boxes inscribed with Claudia. There were 2. So I started with the first one. It was a bit heavier than the other one but I managed it. Soon enough I had a well decorated room and a nice squashy bed.

“Come on Claud, we’re leaving!”

“Mike I’ll be ready in a second” I shouted in return. Scrambling to my newly organized closet, I chose my outfit. I wore a white tank, denim shorts, and a long yellow cardigan. I slipped on my favorite pair of Converse and left for the boardwalk.

The boardwalk was more crowded than ever. I almost felt dizzy with the amount of input I was getting at once. But I kept going and kept exploring. I was all on my own looking around, Mike was off chasing some girl and Sam was in a comics shop, so I ended up wandering around. The boardwalk seemed to glow in the pale moonlight. I loved it. My aimless stroll was halted when I stumbled across a stand selling churros and other boardwalk food. I decide to buy a churro and a coke. The kid selling them almost looked dead inside. I walked over to a bench and began eating. Just then, a blonde curly-haired boy sat on the bench. He was the guy standing behind me when I was in line for my food. The guy who I could tell was kind of into me, and honestly, I was kind of into him too.

“Hey,” I said, breathy. “I like your jacket.” God, I bet he noticed how flustered I was. But then I noticed he was almost a little flustered too. Aww.

“Thanks, cutie.” His smile was goofy, yet comforting. “I’ve never seen you around here before, are you knew here?”

“Yeah. I just moved.”

“Nice, nice. So do you like it here? In Santa Carla?”

“Yeah, I love the beach. And I love traveling.” He nodded and seemed like he was a bit fidgety.

We ended up sitting there, just chatting. He was kind. He was funny. God, I was falling hard.

Then, I glanced around, looking for Michael. It was getting a bit late and I was thinking about heading home.

“Ugh— where is he?” I couldn’t find him anywhere so I guess he just wandered off. I was thinking about asking him to drive around town, cause boardwalks were never my favorite.

“Where is who?” He asked.

“Oh, my brother.”

“You have a brother?”

“Is that surprising?” I smirked at him and raised my eyebrows.

“No, I mean…” he trailed off and looked a bit flustered. “Why are you looking for him?”

“Was gonna see if he would drive me around town.”

“Why so?” He asked.

“You ask a lot of questions!” I sarcastically joked with a smirk on my face. “See boardwalks were never really my style.”

He nodded and sat in silence for a short minute.

“I could drive you around.” My face stayed normal, but inside I was ecstatic. This cute guy on the boardwalk just asked me if he could hang out with me.

“Okay, sure!” I tried not to sound too excited. This was the first time I had found real love since… Well whatever.

“Alright, come with me.” He stood up and shrugged away from the bench. I stood up and threw my trash away and followed him.

“Y’know, I never caught your name.” He said.

“It’s Claudia.” I said, smiling at him.

“Claudia. Claudia’s a nice name.” He muttered, looking up at the stars. “My name’s Marko.” I nodded.

“Well, nice to meet you Marko.” I chuckled and keep walking along side him. It was nice.

Marko lead me over to a crowded parking lot. I’m the middle, there were a couple of motorcycles. I assume the more colorful one was his.

Just then a curly-haired dark boy caught my eye. Michael? I wanted to yell. He was flirting with a girl. The same girl he was chasing at the beginning of the night. At least I notice my goddamn sibling. I thought.

There were 3 other boys there too. A brunette boy, a long haired sleazy one, and finally one who definitely looked like a leader. He had a short blonde mullet and a light stubble. Well. Let’s see were this might takes us.

“Mind if we go to my buddies hangout? Don’t worry, they’re chill. " Marko said warmly. The blonde shot me a big toothy grin.

“See, that’s Paul. And you see him? The other blonde? That’s David. And finally we got Dwayne. They’re basically my brothers. " he grinned. “You ready, Claudia? " I nodded.

The ride was mostly a blur. Marko turning around to give me big Chessy Cat grin while I return it and wrap my arms around him in order to hold on.

Finally, we were at his friends place.

LOOKING FOR MORE CHERRY RED?

MORE COMING SOON!

#the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #tlb david #tlb paul #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #the lost boys x reader #marko x reader #wattpad #michael emerson #Emerson sibs

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Oscar: I found someone, and it’s not the grotter behind me; check out what’s in my hood! Matilda: Rude. Courtney: [squees] You found a kitty?! Are we keeping it?

Oscar: Hell yeah! He ain’t chipped or anything; I spotted him hanging out in a bunch of trash. Courtney: Awh, as if you managed to find a ginger one. Oscar: [laughs] I know! I’m gonna find Socks, I wanna see what she does…

…

Oscar: Ohh, who’s this? [low growl] Oscar: Uh-huh, uh-huh.. this is your house; but look how cute he is. Oscar: [laughs] There’s no hood back there, scaredy puss.

…

Matilda: I doubt we’re gonna get much out of him now, he’s in crazy cat man mode. Courtney: True. Matilda: Sorry for taking the piss, by the way; I should’ve stuck with congratulations or something.

Courtney: Thanks. Matilda: Listen, I-… Courtney: I know you know; you don’t have to tiptoe around me. I’m fine.

Matilda: You must be bored though, stuck here day after day… If you ever wanted get outta the house for a bit, we could? My schedule’s hardly packed, and I already know everything so it’s not like you’d have to pretend around me, y’know? Courtney: Uhm.. yeah, maybe.

Matilda: I thought I’d offer at least. Courtney: Thanks, I’ll think about it. Matilda: Uh-huh, well.. I’ll leave you to freak out over the fluffball. Oscar has my number; if you want it.

…

Courtney: Did you put her up to that? Oscar: It was her idea, believe it or not. Courtney: Hm.

Oscar: You’re no homebody, Cookie; it worries me how you’re locking yourself away in here… Besides, you’d be doing her a favour too. She wouldn’t admit to being lonely, but she is. Courtney: [sighs] I told her I’d think about it.

Oscar: I know she can be a bit of a twat; I’d pretty much wiped my hands of her to be honest. She’s really trying though, and she wants to help me by helping you. I think it’s the nicest thing she’s ever done. Courtney: I guess I’ll call her sometime.

Oscar: Maybe it’ll be easier, hanging out with someone you’re not all that close to. Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: I won’t bug you, just keep it in mind… C’mon, let’s think of a name for this lil’ guy.

Courtney: If he had more stripes, we could’ve called him Tony. Oscar: [laughs] Funny, but he doesn’t look like a Tony. Courtney: What about Toulouse? I used to love that film; he was my favourite.

Oscar: Always had a thing for the gingers, eh? Courtney: Clearly… He can be Lou for short, Louse when he’s being an asshole. Oscar: Hah, I guess it’s best we get the shitty nicknames out on the cat first.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #oscar finch #courtney mcmahan #matilda douglas #TOULOUSE!!!!!!!! #look at oscy and his cats ;-; #ᓚᘏᗢ #but ooooof.. he's so worried abt cookie #he's thinking he might have to drag her to therapy soon tho whether she likes it or not ⚆_⚆ #he'd rather she come to that decision on her own tho but i doubt he'll wait too long #twpregnancy

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 13th August ✨

Happy #AudioDramaSunday, lovely people! I’ve listened to so much audio drama this week and my house is so clean as a result 🫧 

SPOILERS BELOW!

🌲@hellofromthehallowoods Starcrossed Gods!! I felt so brave daring to listen to this again. My heart 💔 Marolmar is written so well! Every sentence contains something to flinch at, it makes me sick to hear it all again. I’d also repressed the memory of how gut-wrenching Nikignik’s shouting at the end was, and how much it hurts to hear people trying to sing with a closed up throat. ANYWAY, I’m fine, thank you for asking. I’m not sure if the live show was released early due to logistical reasons, but I am fearful that it’s to provide context for what’s about to happen in the regular episodes (AKA tears and tears and tears for me). 

🦀 What an absolute delight to hear from the @thesiltverses cast again! These season recaps are so funny and it’s so heart warming to hear it when the cast of a show are clearly also its biggest fans. I’m SO excited for S3!!

🦮 @malevolentcast (34) what an episode!! If I recall correctly, this is the first time we’ve had an episode entirely without Arthur & John’s perspective? The Butcher is a worthy character to hold that mantle. Do I feel like I understand him more? No. Did I love being along for the ride? Absolutely. It’s also so weird to hear Arthur talking to John out loud when he thinks no-one can hear. I hope he makes it out in time! 

📻 @monstrousagonies (107) So thrilled to have this show back and I hope Hero is feeling much better! The first letter was so cute!! I’m sure there are lots of us who can relate to choosing love and kindness when we’re used to the opposite! Whichever bridge that little one finds, I’m sure it’ll be the loveliest by far!! 

🌒 @monkeymanproductions gave us the low-down on just how incredibly talented the Moonbase Theta, Out cast are in their Cast Special. Spoiler: Very. It was very wholesome to hear DJ Sylvis hyping everyone up and the episode is full of great AD and other recommendations! 

🎙Welcome to Night Vale is back!! I felt particularly targeted by the ad copy in this episode, but I’m sure that was their intention! This ep’s weather was particularly up my street too! I loved the harmonies! 

🎞 Tiny Terrors OOF hey so I found out what was up with Angela… and I didn’t like it one bit! I also need to know what the hell was happening at the end there. Jess, girl, you’ve got to stop getting yourself in these situations. It’s too much (for me to listen to)! 

🌍 @lastechoespod (8) I can’t believe it’s the last episode! Ishani Kanetkar was wonderful as Trast. I wish we could hear the final decision, but I guess I’ll just have to relisten and try decide for myself . . . 

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula Uhoh, someone’s arrived in Whitby . . . I love Mina so much and Isabel AdomakohYoung is doing amazing job as her VA. She captures the good-hearted intelligence I love so much about the character!

 💫 Wolf 359 (38-46 + Special!) Oh MAN this podcast has my entire heart. Isn’t Memoria one of the best episodes of anything ever? Oh, Hera, I love you sooo much!!!!! I also loved the Lovelace cliffhanger at the end of 46 and the special was so different but so good! (Although listening to 2 hours of anything is a challenge!! I need a 20-30 min ep or I can’t fit it into my life) 

🎩 @ethicstownpod (7) OH MY GOD. January fans are looking a little bit bloody silly right now! What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On???? Please, if you haven’t yet started listening to this show, now is your time! It’s SO good and has so many twists and turns!! 

🥾@doyoucopypod (5) oh my GOD, imagine how horrifying it would be to be out in the woods to grieve your partner, only to hear their voice in the middle of the night. Nope. Absolutely not. Get out of the dead zone!! Wilson remains the goodest boy, even if his growls give me goosebumps! 

🎧 In this week’s The First Episode Of, W Keith Tims talks to the creator of Untrue Stories! These interviews are always fantastic and this show sounds so interesting for fans of sci-fi!! 

Thanks for reading! I’m so excited for more Regina Prime and to catch up with happenings in the Hallowoods next week! Hope you all have a restful weekend ✨

#audio drama #podcast #podcast recs #audio fiction #audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #science fiction podcast #horror fiction podcasts #hfth spoilers #tsv #the silt verses #malevolent #malevolent spoilers #monstrous agonies #moonbase theta out #wolf 359 #w359 #wtnv #the last echoes #re dracula #ethics town #do you copy #the first episode of #untrue stories #tiny terrors

[spideyzgirl]

Tom x Actor!Reader where she's very nervous rehearsal lines with Tom and he thinks it's cause it's her first big role in a movie, but it's just cause it's him? Finally, she gets a good reading but in the end she calls Tom "Peter" instead of his character's name? I think that would be a funny thing lol

bundle of nerves

A/N: i changed it just a bit, but i think it did okay. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy :)

pairing: tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: fluff, that’s it- if i missed something lmk pls :)

wc: 682

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walking on to set, you could already feel your nerves starting to set in. within a few minutes, you’d be standing right in front of the tom holland. the man who had been your celebrity crush since as long as you could remember.

he was really the reason you decided to get into acting. you and your friend always joked about you becoming an actor to meet him, but it turns out you were actually pretty good at it. so you decided to stick with acting, and now here you are, killing two birds with one stone.

“hi.” a voice greeted you.

you turned your head and nearly choked on your own spit. you didn’t even realize you just walked right by tom. “are… are you saying h-hi to me?” you spoke meekly.

“yeah, you’re my scene partner. y/n, right?” he smiled at you politely, already guessing you were nervous.

tom holland just said your name. 15 year old you would be screaming right now. “yes! i mean- yes. that’s me. that’s my name.” you smiled, but inside you were scolding yourself for being so jittery.

“oh boy, you’re extremely nervous, aren’t you?”

“how could you tell?” you nearly whispered. how could he tell? as if you couldn’t make it more obvious.

“your hands are trembling like hell, darling.” he took your hands, engulfing them in his warm ones, causing goosebumps to swarm your arms. “i know the first day can be very overwhelming, but as soon as you get the hang of it, it’ll all come naturally to you, i promise.” he gives you that endearing smile again, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

wow, he’s so cute when he’s wrong.

“oh, it’s not- it’s not my first time acting or anything. it’s just… you?” you smiled.

“me? i’m making you nervous?” he sounded almost shocked, as if he didn’t know his status.

“yeah, i’m just a really big fan. i have been since forever. and we’re still holding hands so, there’s that.”

“oh, i’m sorry,” he laughed, finally dropping your hands. you wanted to protest, maybe even throw a tantrum like a child. “hey, how about we go and grab something to eat together? i’d hate to be the cause of your nerves, and i want you to be as comfortable as possible around me.” he smiled again, it was like he was trying to turn you into a puddle.

“i’d love to, but wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

“nah, they won’t care if we’re a few minutes behind. besides, i think you’re worth the trouble.” he winks at you, and it takes everything in you to not die on the spot.

“okay then, we should probably go then, right?”

“we should. after you, darling.”

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you got back an hour later, which was longer than what tom had promised, but you didn’t mind. you were, like he said, a lot more relaxed than before, and you felt confidently that you could rehearse your lines with him without totally screwing it up.

and you did. you got through your lines effortlessly, and somehow managed to not embarrass yourself in front of him. you were definitely going to pat yourself on the back for this later.

“see, what’d i tell you? our little date did just the trick.” he playfully pushed your shoulder.

“date?” you spoke, biting back a smile.

“oh shit. not date. i meant something else. and when i find out what that something else is, i’ll let you know.” you noticed the blush on his face when he looked away from you.

“we’re just a pair of nervous dummies, huh?” you smiled. “maybe we need to go on another date to fix it, peter.” your eyes instantly widened when you noticed your mistake. how smooth. you knew your good rehearsal was too good to be true anyway.

“pretend that didn’t happen. just pretend i said your name.”

“you got it, mj.” he smirked at you while wrapping his arm around your shoulders. you rolled your eyes as you let him take you on another date.

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